She was taller than me. And stronger too. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and lifted me up. I moaned. I was barely an inch from her mocking smile. I deeply inhaled her fragrance. Next she pulled down my pants.
“What a pathetic excuse you have for a dick?” She laughed as my small dick came loose in her hands.
“Can’t you stand it erect?” She mocked as she fondled me.
Author: navelgazingpro
Taste of Quidditch
“we won, Hermione,” Harry said to me, returning from the quidditch game.
We were alone in the Grayfindor common room. I was busy finishing his homework so i couldn’t attend the game.
“Thanks for doing my homework,” he said heading to where I was seated. “With all the quidditch practice, I couldn’t have done it myself.”
I stood up. Sweaty and smelly, he towered above me. Suddenly I felt so aroused by his smell that I drew close to him. He looked down at me. A drop of his sweat fall on my face. It burned a hole where it fell. Passion flared up between my legs. My girlhood overpowered my brain. As if in a trance, I tiptoed to pull myself up and licked a streak of sweat running down his face.
Spit in mouth
He grabbed me from behind. Trembling, i turned to him. He looked down at me and raised his eyebrows.
Oh, I remembered proper way to greet him.
I opened my mouth and stretched my tongue out. He watched me with amusement as I waited with my mouth open.
Finally he spat in my mouth. I swallowed, furious at humiliation and yet cherishing his taste.
Awakening Mortus—the guardian of life
Soon, we three were standing on the dark and craggy surface of Gamorroh in our hiking gears. Nogard’s eyes were close while his unerring reptilian sense scanned the hellish landscape. Lava was oozing out of cracked earth; sporadic jets of gas were hissing from open vents; hulking shape of Verpa was shaking as low tremors raked earth every few minutes.
“There,” he opened his eyes. His vertical slit pupil were glowing with exhilaration. We switched on the headlamps and began the long hike. Gravity was two third of the Old One—helping me leap without being bothered by my tender behind.
“This is a wandering planet—how can it be so active geologically?” I ventured. Now that we were here, he would want us back in our professional roles, right? “There are no sun or moon to generate gravity tides.”
I flushed at his look of approval. “The core of this planet is alive,” he hissed.
Superstition—I smirked.
His destination was a large pit. As we neared, I was surprised to find steps carved in rock leading inside it, towards the invisible bottom. We followed Nogard down for hours, till I began to believe that we were actually descending to the center of the planet.
Finish the para…
I knelt before him, his pulsing manhood barely an inch away from my pouting lips. A trickle of his nectar oozed out of his dagger like erection. Its heady aroma made me moan. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and…
Finish this
I gasped as he grabbed my hair and pulled me up. On my toes, I struggled to maintain my balance. I tried to shake him off but he was too strong. With my hands tied back and my hair in his vice like grip i had never felt so vulnerable. He laughed and grabbed my…
who blushes prettier while being shamed
I and Laila were squatted on our knees between Nogard’s legs, his erect manhood inches away from our lips. In spite of the humiliation we were just subjected to, I can smell Laila’s swelling wetness, mingling with Nogard’s stronger fragrance. Laila had come a long way since she had protested: “We are exogeologists, not your playbots.” Her body was oiled with sweat, breasts pinched red, nipples tweaked hard, and girl-blossom spread open. Her hair was piled up—letting a few strands flow free, while her cheeks were gleaming with his spilled nectar.
My rear was sore but my body, too, achingly remembered his lingering fingers on my girl-flower when I was crouching on all fours in front of him.
A siren blared, followed by a toneless female voice: “Verpa is entering the orbit. Ten minutes to land on Gamorroh.”
He lifted up our eager faces by our chins.
“I wanted to test who blushes prettier while being shamed,” he said with amusement, “the winner would have received the ‘great honour.’ But we’ll have to postpone the competition for now. Get ready for the hike.”
who can suggest the best finish
He breathed in a lungful of cool night air. Today was another clear night with incredibly brilliant sky flirting with the Pacific. A whiff of perfume drifted in the air. he turned to meet her. She had bathed, changed her dress, and was more composed now. It struck Jack how she was always neat and clean in spite of….
Sweat running down between my legs mixed with my girl fragrance.
“Did he fall for that?” Ginny barged in.
Tossing her school bag aside, she plopped on her bed and hungrily eyed my finger tracing my flower. We had discussed my falling grades. She had not approved of my solution of seducing the teacher. She was growing proprietary with my body.
“He slipped right inside,” I said, turning towards her.
“H… How was it?” She colored a bit. “Did you bleed?” Unconsciously, she bent forward to study my flower, as if reading it she’ll know how much fun it had last night.
I moved closer to her till her face was barely an inch away from it. She inhaled deeply. Sweat running down between my legs mixed with my girl fragrance. The aroma was heady for her.
“There’s no change,” she whispered. She should know, she had stared at it longer than I have. Suddenly aware of what she was doing, she colored and drew back a little.
“He kept my virginity intact,” I said.
“H… How…” Looking up at me, she stammered. “Didn’t he…” She trailed off, blushing prettily.
What arouses me
I’ve grown up in a conservative home. Meeting girls was impossible. Early on I resorted to masturbating and watching porn. All this is so unnatural.
Later on I discovered that I’m a submissive. My most powerful erotic experiences are related to shame.
One of my friends had a possesive attitude towards me. I always imagined kneeling before him and licking his feet.
My boss was a woman with a nasty steak. She quickly found out about my being submissive. She browbeat me into doing extra work. Everytime she scolded me, I felt aroused. More I try to hide my erection, more she’d mock me. Once she casually flicked me. I ejaculated. As I stood helpless before her with wetness spreading on my pants, she mocked me for being an inefficient sissy. I had two more ejaculations, making her more and more derisive.
More than actual physical act, it’s mental embarrassment, guilt, shame, submission, taboo, and mocking that triggers me.