Author: NathanSettle

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“What are you going to do to me?”

This was it. I could hear the want in her voice, the expectation, the longing. I’d never been that confident but I wanted to be confident for her. Blazing through every yellow light and cursing every red light under my breath, I couldn’t get to her fast enough.

“Sarah, I’m going to make you cum as soon as I walk in the door,” my voice was gravely, intense. I didn’t know where this was coming from.

A gasp and then a giggle. “Ohh yeah, and how to you plan to do that?”

“First, I want you to take off your top. Are you still wearing what you had on at work?”

“Everything except my shoes.”

“Ok, unbutton your shirt, slowly for me, one button at a time and think about looking into my eyes when you do it.”

“Ohh my god,” she laughed, “you’re so bossy, I like this side of you.”

“Do it!” It was a growl.

“Ok, fuck, this is actually really hot, you’re really turning me on. I’m halfway done. My…my tits are spilling over the top of my bra. Do you want to hear that?” Read more »

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“I need to see all of you!” I growled. Pleased to feel her buck against my hand and moan when I said it.

I moved back from her as she stepped away a form the wall. “Yes sir!“ she teased, tugging at the zipper of her dress and letting it fall. I’d had so many fantasies about that dress coming off. They couldn’t even approach that moment.

“These boots are just so hard to take off,” she said with a mock pout and sat on a bench, a leg extended towards me. Her tits were heaving, threatening to pop out of her bra as she watched me untie and unlace a boot, sliding it down over a muscular and fishnetted calf.

“Fuck,” I moaned as I reached for her other boot and she pressed her stockinged foot against the bulge in my jeans, and grinned. I slid off the second boots and then I slid off her fishnets. She was panting as I slid down her lacy purple panties, dragging my fingers down her clit as I did.

Then she stood in front of me, her arms over her head, her head cocked to the side. Read more »

Lana was dressed as a sexy vampire, twirling in front of me to show how she could whip her cape around. Her black, stretchy top tapered around her neck, narrowing down her chest and then expanding, quite low, around her breasts. A diamond shape cutout revealed a long line of cleavage. She had on a short black pleather mini skirt, fishnet stockings and thigh-high boots I’d never seen before. She’d dyed her hair dark, blood red for the occasion and slicked it back tight against her head. She’d also put on pale makeup, cherry red lipstick, dark eyeliner, and purple-red mascara, making her look ghostly in the shitty dorm lighting.

“Damn!” I said, all eloquence gone. “You look amazing. Everyone will be jealous”

“Shit! I forgot the teeth,” she shouted, darting into her little closet.

She emerged with shiny pointed plastic teeth, snarling at me in mock ferocity.

“Ohh. You don’t scare me!”

“Iff wld f ahh bluuu oh wif dem,” she said around the plastic.

“What?” I said with a laugh as she pulled her teeth out.

“I said I would scare you if I blew you with those in.” Read more »

Lana enrolled in a photography class the semester we started dating. This was the late 90s, so photography meant real film. 

I’d gone with her earlier in the evening to the local cemetery so she could take photos. 

After, I drove her back to the art building. She had on a flowing floral skirt that went down to her calves and a knitted top that tied behind her neck and held her firmly enough that she didn’t need a bra. Her hair, recently dyed pink instead of purple, was tied back in a small pony tail. In the car, I rested my hand on her thigh, massaging gently. She had one hand on the back of my neck, occasionally dragging her nails through my hair or stroking my ear. I shuddered as goosebumps blossomed down my neck. I wanted her badly, like always, but I had to wait. 

I was sitting out in the classroom area adjacent to the dark room, reading. Lana had been in the dark room for about forty minutes when I heard the rotating darkroom door start to move. I looked up.  Read more »

Lana stood a foot shorter than me. She had a small waist and beautiful curves. I was immediately infatuated with her the first time I saw her. She wore a plaid mini skirt, a tight halter top, fishnet stockings, and military boots when she walked by me in the library on a Tuesday morning. Her hair was shoulder length and purple and she had what looked like two dozen (it was actually ten) earrings running up the lobes of her ears. She’d applied bright pink lipstick and her eyeliner ran out to form a kind of cat’s eye just past her long lashes.

I stared. She didn’t even look at me.

I saw her randomly around campus after that and I would always do a double take, hoping to catch her glancing back. I don’t think she ever glanced. If she would have, she’d have seen a kind of awkward 18 year old who’d just shed a bit of puppy fat, but still carried himself like a chubby kid. Avoiding sudden movements to minimize jiggle. Double checking chairs to make sure they looked sturdy enough before sitting down. A mess of unkempt reddish brown hair and, invariably, some crooked eye glasses. Read more »