Author: Queen-of-creme

in a deep dark wet wood.

It was so innocent starting. That’s how it always is, isn’t it? Every little decision no matter how small takes you to where you are right now. As I’m writing this note I’m standing in the middle of a patch of woods in the Appalachian wilderness. The night is going to fall, and by morning I will either meet her again, or I will no longer stand.

My name is Colt Whitman, I was a geologist studying at Duke University, and for my final project, I decided to go to the Appalachian mountains to do a study on the rock formations and geography there. Me and a small group of ten students, led by a faculty member, went hiking into the woods almost ten years ago. This is the story of how N’yala changed me, stripped me of my humanity. Nature can be scary.

It was a sunny fall day, I finished packing my backpack and started to head out to the charter bus. My phone rang. The caller ID was my dad.

“Hey, Dad, what’s up?”

“Just checking on you,” his warm voice came through the speaker. “About to go on that trip?” Read more »

Needy girl takes you to her dorm and rewards you

(After your adventure in the library of all places. Monica offered you a deal. Do well on the math exam coming up, and you and her can do whatever you want. With that drive, you decide to kick it up a notch on studying. You and her spend tons of time together making sure you know exactly what you need to rock it. 

Then the day comes. It’s daunting and difficult. You do everything you can. And by some miracle, and a little luck, you crush it. 

You made an A. Barely, but you did it. You tell Monica. And she invites you to her dorm that night.)

You knock on the door. 

“Coming!” You hear shuffling and the sound of feet.

The door opens a crack. You see those bright green eyes behind those huge glasses. Her lips part into a huge smile.

“Yay! Give me just a second.” The door closes again and you hear a slide lock. Then the door opens all the way.

Monica stands in front of you, and you realize this is the first time you’ve seen her in something other than a grey sweater. Read more »

Mile high club pt.5

There wasn’t much of the movie left after we finished our fun. So we decided to just ditch it. We walked down the dimly lit stairs to the exit door of the theater. Nora, blushing violently red, still had vestiges of my love on her face. 

She kept her head down and walked behind me. There weren’t many people in the lobby. Maybe three or four groups standing about, waiting on their movie.

Nora did her best to not be seen, I smiled. We walked past a group, two older ladies, they gave us a weird look but didn’t say anything. I felt her hand clasp mine like she didn’t want to be alone.

I held her hand and we got out of the theater. There was a line beginning to form at the entrance. That cute bored-looking girl was doing her job dutifully. She saw us leave, and she let out a little sly smile.

I smiled back at her and we started to walk back to the car. 

“I can’t believe this.” I can barely hear her, she’s whispering.

“What was that?” I ask.

She looks up, globs of cum still stuck to her. “I can’t believe this.” Read more »

Your nerdy (F)riend rewards you in the library for doing good.

(You are a student at the local college. You’ve been struggling recently with some of your classes. One of your newer friends offers to help you. Her name is Monica. Monica is a short girl with frizzy dark brown hair. She dresses conservatively, wearing mostly dark-colored sweaters and baggy jeans. She has a cute button nose and pale skin. Her green eyes are usually behind her thick coke bottle glasses. Today you have a tutoring session in the local library. For some reason, she wanted to meet you early. As soon as the place opened. She wouldn’t take no for an answer this time. Weird.)

You walk in, it’s too bright for how early it is. The sleepy librarian gives you a nod and lets you get through to the study area. Of course, no one else is there, aside from Monica. She’s sitting in the back corner. You could barely see her, a huge library cart filled with books blocked her for the most part.

You walk towards the table. She takes her nose out of the book she’s reading and gives you a bright and cheery smile. You smile back.  Read more »

Mile high club pt.4

My dreams were fluid, vivid colors clashing in a myriad dreamscape of vast entities. Oceans of multicolored eyes watched as I floated onward through the dream, they were malevolent, just watching, waiting. I was at their mercy, yet they only watched me drift. 

Then I woke up. I opened my eyes slowly to the apartment I fell asleep in. all the lights were dimmed. I sat up, the velvety love seat was comfortable, but that didn’t change the crick in my neck from the weird sleeping position.

I stretched and took a good look around. The couch was empty of my lover from last night. I stood up and began to explore the apartment. 

It was a huge main room with two hallways splitting off into four rooms. An open kitchen sat in the corner with a stove, fridge, and counter space. And a huge expresso machine. Oddly enough it was still warm. I stalked around more. My clothes from last night were missing. 

I went down one hallway, one door was locked, and the other led to a sizable bathroom with a shower and toilet. Water residue was still in the tub. Read more »

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Mile high club pt.3

I dressed and exited the bathroom. The same guy who gave me a stink eye saw me and shook his head.

I gulped and went back through the curtain to coach. It was strange seeing an entire section of a plane empty the way it was. And by empty I mean empty. Nora was nowhere to be seen.

I shrugged my shoulders and went back to my seat. Walking down the aisle I had the strangest sensation of being watched. I shook my head and found my way to my seat. There was a note there, a little piece of paper with my name on it. I picked it up and read it.

‘Meet me at the Marriott hotel just outside of the airport. I have a surprise. NQ.’

Huh. 

I sat down and pondered what exactly she had in mind. The rest of the flight went by without a hitch. It was nice being alone on a plane, it was quiet and I was able to get some reading done. My thoughts wandered to Nora. Who exactly was she?  Read more »

Mile high club pt.2

“Delicious,” she said, looking up at me with a wild glint in her eyes.

I groaned as she went back to her seat. That was the best blowjob I’ve ever had.

“How’d that feel baby?” She mewled. Laying her head on my shoulder.

“Amazing,” I whispered. I still felt heat in my loins.

“Well, I’m gonna go freshen up if you want to join me…” 

“How could I say no?”

She smiled. “Go to the bathroom in first class in five minutes, okay baby?”

I nodded.

She got up, then sauntered down the center aisle. Her ass performing a mesmerizing dance.

I felt heat return to my groin and my cock harden, ready for another round.

I waited, minutes feeling like years. I pulled my shorts back on. I finally had a minute to look around. I noticed that there wasn’t anyone around on the plane. At least not in coach. Strange.

About five minutes passed and I got up, my cock strained against the fabric of my shorts. I gulped and adjusted myself to not seem so conspicuous. Read more »

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Mile high club pt.1

It was a warm summer day, the sun was high in the sky, a perfect day. At least, it should be. I was busy packing from my girlfriend’s house. She left me for another man.

My name is Gant. I’m 26 years old, fairly good-looking, at least I think so. I’m built, but don’t have too much muscle. I’ve got chestnut brown hair that falls just above my azure eyes. I stand just under six feet tall.

Two years ago my girlfriend and I decided to leave the small rural Arkansas town we lived In, to a suburb outside of New York.

We were relatively happy living together. Until she started her new job teaching yoga. Somewhere along the way, she met a guy, and well, here I am on my way to a flight headed home.

I loaded up a rental car with as much of my crap as I could fit, then I drove about an hour through New York traffic to the airport. I got in line to have my bags checked in, and got my ticket, and went to have a seat in the waiting area. Read more »