Author: omizzen

The Door is Ajar [FM][FFM][CNC][sleeping][cheating]

When the end credits started scrolling on the TV, I knew I was fucked. Too soon. My phone read ten o’clock. “Now what am I gonna do?”

My roommate Toby leapt off the couch and ran to the bathroom, leaving me alone with his new girlfriend, Stella. Curled up under a wool blanket, she hid her amazing body from the world. Golden hair, soft curves, and a generous ass that she liked to show off with yoga pants. Toby was fucking lucky.

She yawned and stretched her arms, letting the blanket fall away from her chest. “You’re not tired?” she asked.

“I’m a night owl. Always have been. All the cool stuff happens after dark, you know.”

“Like what?” Toby asked as he came back. “I thought you hated clubs and such.”

I shook my head. “I hate *people*. Douchebags, all of ’em. Did I ever tell you about the last time?” From their glazed expressions I could tell I hadn’t. “Okay. This was maybe… three years ago. Duke and I were at a nightclub. Some retro place called *Nagel*. Anyway, he goes to get us drinks when two guys come over to me like fucking vultures. ” Read more »

Finger Me Till I Twitch [FM][mast][fantasy]

The set up was perfect. Dual screens on, gDocs open, discord private server up, and DandyWine5 was joining in chat. “You’re right on time,” I typed.

“Thanks,” he replied. “Wouldn’t miss this for the world. Where did you leave off?”

We’d connected on a public server for roleplaying and after a few sessions trudging through mud-bogged quests, I finally asked for help with my storytelling. He was great! Helped me brainstorm ideas for a new fantasy realm. I’d started with generic knights and dragons but now *Sharcarra Moor* had three warring kingdoms, a vengeful cult of demon worshippers, and the best tavern/armory in all the lands.

I shared my web browser and the text editor filled a window. “The barkeep,” I wrote. Opening a blurb, I found the unfinished history of the tavern’s owner, Sashato Hiig. I reread the segment.

>Sashato is aged 30, a stocky woman with brown eyes and shoulder length blond hair tied in a braid. She can lift a keg of ale on her own but tries not to show off her strength. Often she wears loose clothes that hide her muscles.

“What about her breasts?” Dandy wrote. Read more »

Steak and BJ Day [FM]

I was running out of time. Brian was going to be home any minute and my veggies weren’t done. I bent down to look in the oven again and my thong rode up my creamy smooth ass. Almost ready.

The front door opened and Brian dropped his keys on the table. More like threw them.

“Another hard day?” I asked. He didn’t even look up to see me in red heels and matching apron. My bare tits rubbed under it and I caught my breath every time I moved. God, I loved March 14th. The oven timer blared and took my attention away from pouncing on my man. Dinner first. Then we’d fuck like wild animals. He grunted something wordlessly and plodded upstairs. Mr. Grumpy.

When I heard the exercise bike spinning upstairs, I knew he was stressed out about work. Knowing him, I’d have thirty minutes before he’d be back downstairs for dinner. My timing was off. I looked at the raw ribeye steaks sweating on the counter and thought about putting them back in the fridge. I wanted them to come out perfect, just like Brian’s Valentine’s Day for me. Read more »