Plenty_Ambition_3905, Author at NSFW story

[MF, 20s, Post-Workout, Blowjob, Outdoors, Concise] You’ve Got Your Endorphins, Now Give Me Some Dopamine

I watch her silently count out “57, 58, 59…” A bead of sweat dangles from the tip of her nose. “60!” It falls.

She collapses from her planked position, panting heavily while she rests her forehead on the yoga mat.

“All done?” I ask.

“Yeah. Yeah,” she answers between breaths. “That fucking sucked.” She rolls over onto her back, letting her arms flop out like a starfish. A heavy sheen of sweat in her cleavage glistens in the sunlight. The salmon colored sports bra and short leggings she’s wearing have turned a dark magenta under her arms and between her cheeks.

I step onto the grass and let my shadow cover her face from the sun. She looks up at me. “Thanks,” she says, smiling, her face flush.

“You look hot,” I say.

“Yeah. Could use a shower.”

“Not what I meant,” I say, grinning.

“Oh?”

I get down on my knees so that I’m straddling over her. I run my fingers through her sweat-damp blonde hair and take a light hold of her ponytail.

“I think you should suck my cock,” I whisper. Read more »

Mariah’s Spectral Fuck Buddy [F20s-30s] (Bondage, Double Penetration, Deep Throating)

(Repost in honor of Halloween 🎃)

Mariah tilted back the glass, and the last drops of wine washed over her lips and down her throat. It was almost time. She set the glass down next to her half eaten dinner and made her way upstairs. When she stepped inside the bedroom, she locked the door behind her, and kicked off her heels.

Next, Mariah undid the zipper down the side of her black, form fitting skirt. She untucked her shirt, quickly undoing the buttons and slipping it off, tossing the white garment onto her lounge chair in the corner. The skirt slid down her legs onto the carpet. She stepped out of it, leaving it on the floor. The clock was ticking. She didn’t have time to make everything nice and tidy.

She undid the clasp of her bra while she padded toward her mirror. It landed on the floor as well, and was quickly joined by her thong.

Mariah examined her reflection in the mirror. She ran her hands down her pale flesh, accented with freckles, caressing the firm round flesh of her breasts. Her hands then reached up to undo her ponytail, letting her thick red hair cascade down her shoulders in a silky display of sensuality. Read more »

Mariah’s Spectral Fuck Buddy [F20s-30s, Bondage, Deepthroating, Double Penetration]

Mariah tilted back the glass, and the last drops of wine washed over her lips and down her throat. It was almost time. She set the glass down next to her half eaten dinner and made her way upstairs. When she stepped inside the bedroom, she locked the door behind her, and kicked off her heels.

Next, Mariah undid the zipper down the side of her black, form fitting skirt. She untucked her shirt, quickly undoing the buttons and slipping it off, tossing the white garment onto her lounge chair in the corner. The skirt slid down her legs onto the carpet. She stepped out of it, leaving it on the floor. The clock was ticking. She didn’t have time to make everything nice and tidy.

She undid the clasp of her bra while she padded toward her mirror. It landed on the floor as well, and was quickly joined by her thong.

Mariah examined her reflection in the mirror. She ran her hands down her pale flesh, accented with freckles, caressing the firm round flesh of her breasts. Her hands then reached up to undo her ponytail, letting her thick red hair cascade down her shoulders in a silky display of sensuality. Read more »

Early Morning [M20s/F20s, Oral, Intimate, Concise]

You feel the covers shift on your skin, but it’s not enough to wake you. I brush some hair out of your face and kiss you on the cheek. Then on your neck. My hand runs down your side. I gently roll you over onto your back.

You stir at the motion, cracking your eyes open to see the pale early morning light sneaking through the blinds. You feel me lift up your shirt and kiss your stomach. Your fingers dance through my hair. I pull down your pajama bottoms.

You sigh when I press my lips to your clit, running circles around it with my tongue. Your morning stubble tickles my chin. I kiss your pussy and work my tongue up from base to clit. You arch your back when I push my tongue inside you.

You wrap your legs around my back. You hold my face down with your hands. You grind your hips in rhythm with the licks of my tongue. Your moan is low and deep. I feel the bedding getting damp below you. Read more »

The Black Pearl [MF, Poly-Am, Night Club, Public, Drug Use]

Lilly’s phone chimes and vibrates, rattling on top of the console and bathing the interior of the car in pale light.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum…” I pant. She presses her lips to my pubis, taking all of me into her mouth. I weave my fingers into the thick black curls of her hair and place my other hand on the nape of her neck. I hold her head firmly in place while I throb and coat the back of her throat. I shudder, and a wave of relaxation spreads through me like a drug.

I loosen my grip. Lilly drags her lips along my length, and they make a satisfying smack when they reach the end of the head. She licks the last trickle with a practiced flick of her tongue and sits up.

“I love you,” I say.

“I know you do, baby,” Lilly says with a grin. She leans in and gives me a short kiss with those beautiful full lips of hers, then turns to flip down the sun visor. She opens the mirror and a warm light washes over her caramel skin. She inspects the damage our impromptu intimacy has inflicted on her evening’s look, and pulls up her purse to start making repairs. I tuck my cock back into my pants. Read more »

I Fucked My Christian Girlfriend in Her Parents’ House [MF, Virginity]

I knock on the door and it’s not more than a few moments before it opens. She smiles and steps back to let me in. Her usually pale skin is flushed pink, there’s a faint sheen of sweat, and her blonde hair’s up in a bun. That, combined with the grey tanktop and black gym shorts, makes me think that she’s either in the middle of a workout or house cleaning.

“How’s your day going?” she asks as she closes the door behind me.

“Fine, nothing too exciting,” I reply. I’m not really looking forward to what’s coming next.

“Sooo…” she starts, “what did you think?”

I glance down at the Bible in my hand. It has a rainbow of color coded bookmarks and pencillings, all denoting special and much beloved passages. I hold it out to her.

“I don’t really think this is for me, Hannah.”

She smiles as she takes the book, but the disappointment in her eyes is plain as day. “Well, I’m glad that you gave it a chance at least,” she says. Read more »

I Went for Cupcakes, I Got a Creampie (FM, Pregnancy, Masturbation, Public)

**Hey there, readers. This is my first attempt at a female POV, so I hope I was able to do it justice. I actually think this one’s pretty cute. Hope you enjoy!**

It was back. The urge. I tried to ignore it this time, but ignoring it only made the longing in me grow stronger. It grew and grew until it dominated my every waking thought. Cupcakes. I needed cupcakes.

I’d always heard about the cravings from Mama and Granny, but they’re truly something you have to feel to believe. The first trimester of pregnancy comes with a whole host of annoyances, but the cravings? God damn.

It’s like trying to go on keto when your favorite foods are pizza and mac’n cheese, except I’m not on a diet. Some days I want to deepthroat a can of Cheezewiz, other days I’d fight a tiger with my bare hands just for a cup full of crushed ice. Today? It’s fuckin’ cupcakes.

I kill the engine and pull my keys out of the ignition. Ted’s Baked Goods. *Ted better bake the fuck out of some cupcakes, or I’m gonna be raisin’ hell today* I think. This Texas gal isn’t taking any prisoners. Read more »

I Fingered My Patient in the Psychiatric Ward (MF, Fingering, Non-Consent, Restraints)

Maria Vasquez, 24. She’s been a patient with us for a few months now. She has severe anxiety and depression with a tendency for self-harm evidenced by faint scars along her arms and legs. It’s nearing midmorning. Time for her sedative.

I check the medication out of the lock-up, and go to her room. It leaves her groggy and miserable, but it stops her from tearing apart the ward. I step in.

She’s on her bed, restraints securing her wrists and ankles. Last night was a rough one. We had to put in her mouth guard so she wouldn’t bite her tongue.

“Hmmph,” is all the noise she can make when she sees me.

“Good morning, Maria,” I say.

In other circumstances, she’d actually be quite lovely. She has a pretty face, but dark circles under the eyes from a lot of sleepless nights. Her thick black hair is in tangles, neglected. There’s a subtle scent of sweat as I step beside the bed. She hasn’t bathed in a couple days.

“Time for your medicine.” I set the vial on the night stand and ready the needle. Read more »

I Fucked My Tinder Date on the Side of the Freeway [MF, Car Sex, Hookup]

I make good money doing what I do, but the down side is needing to travel. I’m a homebody by nature. Plus, I pay for an expensive apartment, so I’d like to, you know, be in it for more than a couple weekends a month. The travelling does have its perks, though. Good restaurants, quality cars. All on the company’s tab.

But you don’t care about that. You want to hear about the hookups, the pussy. Don’t worry. I’m not judging. So, let’s jump in.

I’ve been all over the country, but this time, business happened to take me to my dad’s hometown in Georgia. There are two things he brought with him when he first moved out west. His love for Jesus and his love for model trains. His childhood friend had become the preacher of their old church and, apparently, had decided to sell a very rare piece of kit. I know this because when Dad learned I’d be going back to the land of peaches and mosquitoes, he’d texted me every day asking if I’d pick it up for him. I agreed.

I only tell you that part because it becomes important later. Don’t worry. We’re almost to the good stuff. Read more »

Part II. I Hate-Fucked My Ex After Helping Her Move [MF, Shower, Emotion]

***Writer’s Note: This a direct continuation to ‘I Hate-Fucked My Ex After Helping Her Move’ and I believe it is best enjoyed if the first piece has been read recently. Enjoy!***

“What’s this?” I ask.

She sits up on her knees, looking down at me, a devilish smile on her face.

“That’s your key.”

I lift myself up on my elbows, grabbing the envelope as it slips down my side. “Are you serious? You want me to move in with you?”

“Well…I mean…” She searches for the right words, “Not today or anything. Some day, yeah, maybe. It just feels right to me, you know?”

I flick the envelope with my fingers a few times. “I don’t know.”

She looks away from me and starts to rub her elbow. “I get it. It’s kind of a lot.”

“I’m not saying no.” She stops rubbing. A small smile comes back to her face.

“You just need to think about it. That’s fair. I get it.”

“Yeah.” I say it gently. Her eyes light up when I say it. She leans down and kisses me, rubbing her nose across mine when she pulls back. Read more »