Author: luxlives-

Breakfast [MF] [bd] [ds]

*As a sub, I love to serve. As a particularly bratty sub, I haven’t found anyone to submit to – until now. Shall we?*

The day starts with you, eating breakfast at the table. You read your newspapers, check international news on your phone or laptop while you have your morning coffee and smoke. I kneel at your feet, quiet and waiting, until you beckon me over. I crawl over to you, black penmanship stark against the smooth lines of my thigh and smile up at you.

You move to let me kneel at your feet, smoking your cigarette and paying little attention to me. I brush fingertips against your thighs, lips planting quick kisses as I move up towards your cock. Lips parted, I run my tongue from base to tip, grinning up at you as I take you in my mouth, inch by inch.

You’ve always been silent, but I hear you muttering under your breath, one hand moving to stroke my hair as I bob up and down on your cock. I move faster, hands on your thighs, wanting so desperately to make you cum. I push a little too deep, the tip hitting the back of my throat: choking, gagging on your cock, my throat convulsing around you. I hear you sigh, murmured words that make little sense as tears prick at the corner of my eyes. Read more »

fulfillment [MF]

*Written as a fantasy, since I’m currently separated from him by 6501 miles.*

I’m thinking about your head buried between my thighs, hands gripping my thighs. I’m thinking about the way your tongue might circle my clit, or tongue sweeping broad strokes up my slit. I wonder what you’d do, how’d you react to way I’d taste.

I know the way I’d sigh, moan – your name echoing from my lips in breathy whispers. One hand gripping the back of your head, the other clutching, fisting into the sheets as my hips buck into your face.

I want you, badly. How much longer can I take your teasing? We both know what we want: each other. There’s a deep seated hunger, something more intense than simple lust for the other person. This is a neediness that transcends anything I’ve ever felt before.

I need you. I need you to take me, fuck me. Harder, faster – something more than I’ve ever felt before. I like challenges and I think, finally – I’ve met my match. Read more »

good morning, sir. [M/F]

“Good morning, sir.”

That's how I'll greet you, I think. Send you voice notes to listen to on your morning commute, snaps to look at while you're on your way to work. Being three hours behind has its benefits.

I like being a good girl for you. Obediently kneel and have you fuck my mouth while you watch in a mirror, alternating between looking at me bobbing up and down on your cock, and the reflection of us.

Are you going to pick me up and fuck me when I see you again? Slam hard into me from behind? Make me bounce on your cock, clutching at your shoulders? Push me down into the bed, hard enough to hear the springs creak, face first into a pillow to muffle my screams or until your hands leave imprints on my hips and thighs?

I don't know, but I think about the possibilities.

You would gently run your hands through my hair, catching it in short, brightly colored strands and yank hard, that look of sadistic pleasure on your face. I know you enjoy this – towering over me, having me: proud, pretty, always with a sarcastic quip on the tip of my tongue, begging for you, desperation coloring every movement I make. Do you? I think you do. Read more »

I need you [M/F]

I know you're reading this.

Remember when you pinned me down, biting down on my shoulder with a ferocity unmatched? Do you remember how I arched my back, biting back a scream as a jolt of pleasure went through my body? Do you remember thrusting, shallow, fast and then hard, deep?

Do you remember the way I moaned your name as you fucked me? My eyes were squeezed shut, thighs quivering as they lay spread open for you. Do you remember picking me up, bouncing me up and down on your cock as you watched us in the mirror? Are you thinking back to me on my hands and knees, eyes closed but mouth open, slamming against my ass, every thrust pushing deep into my soaking pussy?

I love the way you slap my ass, pulling me closer, thrusting deeper. I wish you'd left marks: fingerprints, handprints, something.

Do you remember how I taste? How it felt to have my thighs wrapped around your head? I remember looking up at you from the bed, crawling over to you and lapping at your cock. I like pushing the tip past my lips, feeling how hard you are with my tongue. I love the way you taste, your precome in my mouth. Read more »

a modern romance [M/F]

Hi there, so if you’re reading this – you’re reading the exploits of a tourist in Sydney. I was there on holiday with the family, got cabin fever and ended up resorting to Reddit to look for people to hang out. Purely platonic stuff, but I didn’t think it would end up like this.

My partner in crime for this story, whom I’m very sure is reading this, is a born and raised Sydney boy, who decided that he wanted to take a chance on some r4r post and took me out. We’ve gone on a grand total of three dates before I had to leave and he went off to party it up on the coast – so, two more than most people get.

This was supposed to be a deleted excerpt from the book I’m writing, but hey – let’s see how it goes. Classic modern romance: a pair of twenty-somethings who meet on the Internet and have a whirlwind weekend.

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I know what's going to happen. Read more »