PurpleGoldPupper, Author at NSFW story

She doesn’t know. She’s creating something she can’t control.

Her entire sexual style is teasing.

Man. When I first found her. She loved me in a way that the woman before her couldn’t.

There was actual connection. Which I mostly had never felt. She loved being touched the way that I wanted to touch a woman.

The funny thing about getting your fill on one thing, is that you eventually crave more. Some people ridicule that. I see it as evolutionary.

I do love some vanilla. But that’s all there is. Fuck. Guess I’ll back off and see how she reacts to being frustrated.

Teasing. That’s all she wants. She just wants to get me going so I do all the work to get my fill. Does she even crave anything?

This isn’t good. I have a very healthy drive for interesting experiences and interesting sex.

Oh there she is. Walking around naked. She does look better naked than in her clothes. She’s young too. Mid 20s. Her body is still ripe for fucking. No more than 10lbs on the plus side. She gets me hard no problem. Read more »

My Client Crushed on Me

I used to deal. Hugs. Believe what you will.

Anyway. You can’t just walk around offering hugs. You had to be ultra discreet. I got it down to a science.

Clients started lining up, week after week.

My favorite was a very thin bodied, tiny breasted woman and her biker boyfriend. He always tried acting tough around me. I never cared.

His girlfriend. Second time she came to see me, she was alone. Wow. I thought I felt tension but I didn’t think I’d be alone with her this soon.

She came wearing a fuzzy pink turtleneck. Fuck. I’m such a sucker for this girl. She looks so good. Has curls from her shower hair being still damp. We do our business. She keeps the conversation going. I tell her if she stays around, I’m going to start having thoughts I shouldn’t. She coyly asks if she should leave.

I say no. You should kiss me.

I’m pretty sure lips are a fetish of mine.

Hers are just so different. Tiny mouth, slightly oversized lips. She knew how to flirt with her tongue. She was coming up on 40 but she had this teenage charm. Read more »

The Heat of Her

I have never been this erect before. My muscular legs spread. I expose myself completely to the petite pussy I’m buried in.

I zone in and out. Barely aware of where I am. All I know is, I’m doing God’s work. Fucking this gorgeous feminine, minx of a structure. She has so much depth, unbeknownst to me, but still, she was designed for this moment.

Her sexual panting. Her movements that crave for me to stay hard in her. And for her, I do. So easily

Sometimes I barely thrust at all. Just to feel her hot mound against my pubic hair – my balls getting wet against her.

Sometimes I pound into her like I want to leave a crush on her soul; like I want to get so hard that she has to hold on to whatever she can, because she’s losing her mind to the pressure of my sex in her.

Sometimes I like seeing her look back and throw darts at me, it just makes me fuck her harder just to push her.

Sometimes she hates that she loves it. Read more »

I take her Out of her Mind

Baby I want you to let me take you. I want you to be in my clean, relaxed house. I want you to accept my advances on you – my hands carefully invading you. Positioning you to sit in front of me on the couch. Moving from your hips to your stomach and pubic region. Putting pressure against your thighs to let me part them. Feeling you let go and collapse into me, holding you, as the throbbing in your panties gets harder. I wrap my arms around you and over your breast, but ignoring them. I pull you close to take in your scent and bring myself to the point of no return, where you are at my mercy, but you don’t want to ask for mercy, because you want to be completely overtaken.

All my thoughts are about being deep in you. Hearing you out of your mind with your moaning. Horny to the point of wanting to be bred by this incredible man, but hoping I have enough restraint to only fuck you right. Read more »

I [M] take her out of her mind [sensual & erotic]

Baby I want you to let me take you. I want you to be in my clean and relaxed house. I want you to accept my advances on you my hands carefully invading you. Positing you to sit in front of me on the couch. Moving from your hips to your stomach and pubic region. Putting pressure against your thighs to let me part them. Feeling you let go and collapse into me, holding you, as the throbbing in your panties gets harder. I wrap my arms around you and over your breast, but ignoring them. I pull you close to take in your scent and bring myself to the point of no return, where you are at my mercy, but you don’t want to ask for mercy, because you want to be completely overtaken.