Author: Rooeek

[MFF] I married them, and then they took me home with them

Sorry for the length. (name of our sextape!) I just finished it and it is, well, looong. I thought about splitting it up in multiple posts, but fek it. This way I know that if you comment or like, you are a *true* smut-fan. ;)

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I write these things about sex a lot, but I never really wrote down my *actual* sexual experiences. At least not before the one I did earlier this week. And it seems people actually enjoy reading about that stuff, so it made me think what else I had stashed away in my memories that was worthy of writing down for a change. I have a couple more, but the one I am about to recall is probably the one that speaks to the imagination the most. There is some backstory involved tho, so stay with me for that, if you’d like. 

If you feel you are entitled to just the smut because you absolutely have to nut as soon as humanly possible, just scroll down to the markings. I think I’ll make them stars. So, search for the stars. Shiny. ⭐ Read more »

[MF] The intern

A while ago, I was working at a firm where I was made responsible of an intern for a while. She was enthusiastic, joyful and very good-looking. We had a very productive time. She was intelligent and eager to learn. I did my best to give her the basics of the company, of the structure of the work and introduced her to what it was like to work for a big firm.

I was working freelance at the time. She was planning to do the same after a while, but felt she needed some practical experience in more traditional company structures, hence the internship. So I got to help her out on that front as well. 

I never considered her someone I would physically long for. Sure she was pretty. But there was never any sexual connotation that I was aware of. I liked the way her brain worked. She had a lot of energy. And she was an ambitious girl in a boy dominated world. I mentored. I went the extra mile, and then I had to change projects and left the company, her internship still running. Read more »

Blinded by lights

First post. Okay.

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If I wave my hand at just the right speed, I can track a clearly visible arch in the air. Like a five-fingered comet, leaving the colours that are thrown over the dancefloor in its wake. Can anyone else see it?

They should.

She does.

A sense of recognition rushes over me when I see her face. I might know her. I can’t be sure. I’ll never be. Thinking of people as if they existed before this exact second, seems meaningless. We could be a million years old. Heartbeats bouncing on the rhythm of eternal music. Sweat and blood and feet and hands all in sync with the motions of the vibrating air. The thick, vibrating air. Soundwaves are throwing the light beams into fractals of limitless complexity.

Her chest bumps against mine. She crossed the distance between us without moving. I focus. Read more »