Author: RosePetalLies

Not a Second Wasted [MF, oral, sensual]

I knew a comfortable existence in the bounds of my relationship until, like a surge of rushing water, it was all swept away. I had tolerated the drizzle of negligent behavior for eight years, looking forward to the days were his disposition was sunny. Not to say mine hadn’t been glum that last year or two. I should have done the right thing and left.

Barely a fledgling out of my parents house, I meant Ronni my second semester of college. There was instant compatibility, the kind forged doing something you hate. Catharsis, I think it is called. The two of us shoveling out our cars after they had been covered by mountains of snow.

He saw me at my worst, cursing, flushed red skin, smudge mascara and a runny nose. I had my pajama bottoms shoved into a pair of tube socks from my years prior playing softball. Ronni had come to my defense, flipping the snow off as it continued to flutter down from thick grey skies. I went on to learn that when he got frustrated driving that it helped if I would join in his persistent cursing of the driver in front of him. Read more »

A Game of Depravity: Part 9 (MF, light bondage, public, risky/unprotected)

If they went back into their text messages they would be able to pinpoint who had messaged those three potent words first, but the simple phrase, ‘I miss you,’ shifted how they began to talk with one another. Certainly, there was plenty of exasperated banter as he ranted to her – never about the fans – only about how his handler kept trying to give him coffee, and when that failed, slip him chocolate covered espresso beans. Mina would tease him about not being peppy enough, and late at night they would talk until their breathing grew heavy with sleep. That is what missing each other meant.

It also meant caving and purchasing a ticket to met Daniel across the country. She told him it was to see her mother. They both knew it was mostly to see him. On the plane she thought of little else but how he would smile when he saw her. What she hadn’t accounted for was the thrilled cry that left her lips when saw him waiting for her at the security gate. “Dan!”

“Mina!” He bellowed, taking her into his arms and hugging her tight. When he pulled away it wasn’t far. The temptation to kiss him was overwhelming. Read more »

The Layover (MF, ageplay, risky, mild-public)

Annabelle slid the cherry-red panties over her shapely thighs, letting the elastic rest against her hips as she admired her round behind. Pale cheeks, like a half moon eclipsed by red, flaunted roundness in the mirror’s reflection. Confidence brewing, she gave her ass a shake before pulling up her stockings, dropping a black dress over her shoulders and smoothing the fabric over her hips. This was meant to be the dress she wore on New Years, celebrating a fresh start in her new apartment she leased with her best friend.

Across the country, her belongings already brought in the New Year, nestled in boxes and bags. Perhaps if Annabelle had rented a car she wouldn’t have gotten caught in a swirl of bad weather, heavy snow drifting around the airport hotel. She wasn’t the only one stuck and separated from festities and loved ones, family and friends. The hotel was filled with delayed passengers. The stranded. Read more »

A Game of Depravity [Part 8]

The alarm rang, first echoing in a dream, and then in her ears as Mina stirred too early on a Saturday morning. Hints of sunshine turned the skies periwinkle, a varnish of pinks glinting off the windows of the house across the street. She was in her own room, bright walls and open windows. Blaring endlessly the alarm roused her from under comforting covers.

Instead of fumbling for Daniel’s phone, Mina gave his shoulder a shove. “Phone. Dan, phone. Early. Shut it off. Shut. It. Off.” Each word accented with a nudge to his shoulders.

He was a pain to sleep with, though Mina had gotten used to his proximity. Shifting from room to room over the last two weeks, and rarely sleeping alone.

A large hand swatted his phone from the side table, silencing the alarm. His voice was deep and thick with sleep. “See, if we let the alarm keep ringing it would have stayed six forever.”

“That isn’t how time works.”

“They should make an exception for us.” Daniel shifted, hands gathering Mina into them. Warmth drifted across her midsection, her soft stomach and hips his to poesse. Just as his legs became hers, tangled with her own as they awoke and fumbled into their early morning greeting. Read more »

A Game of Depravity [Part 7]

The rolled up magazine barely stung when it smack against the supple flesh of her ass, but it had less to do with pain than it did control of the moment. Daniel had taken something Mina had been teasing him about and used it to keep her quiet.

Though, when he brought the roll down against her reddened skin she let out a little yelp. Again, not out of plain, but due to the sheer pleasure derived from having him so urgently taking what he needed.

The very moment Daniel walked through the door after returning from the convention he had her pressed against the door. She might not have said goodbye to him, but greedily welcomed him home. It was visceral, their clawing need. When he kissed her shoulder he lift imprints. When she scratched his back she left lines.

Suddenly it this thing between them became about fitting in as much as they could as he prepared for his tour. It equally became urgent for them to make up for lost time. Read more »

A Game of Depravity [Part 6]

Very little in Mina Abott had changed. She had wholeheartedly expected her sexual revolution to shift perspective, alter her being. Yet, outside the frequency of her exploring the offerings of their bodies, her life maintained balance.

She continued to plunder through manuscripts, Daniel would often – after they had caught their breath – retrieve his laptop and serenade her with narrative. She would give him pointers, all the while wrapped up in either his sheets or her own.

They continued to share meals together, bicker over dishes being done, alternate through daily household chores, and occasionally carpool into work.

At first, it surprised Mina how effortlessly they carried on with little disturbance to their daily routine, until it finally made sense. They had always bordered on the precipice of sinking into depravity together. Their lives overlapped like the corners of a blanket coming together as it was folded. This was just another layer, though hidden deep between the others. As far as she knew he never spoke of what they did outside of their company, and she dared not mention it to Megan unless she wanted to be picked apart, seams split by ravenous questioning. Read more »

A Game of Depravity [Part 5]

*It might have been three and a half months, but I’ve not forgotten about it this story. Bigs thanks to everyone who has stayed interested.*

Mina woke to the sound of her phone chirping. Her arm stretched across the bed, fumbling groggily along her side table only to find it barren. The twinkling tone continued as she sat up and realized it was coming from somewhere within the tangle of her sheets – right where she had tossed it the night before heading to her neighbor’s. The call rolled to voicemail before she found it.

The screen read: 5 Missed Calls.

Each was from Katarina. Daniel’s sister-in-law’s name flashed before her eyes and she promptly checked her placed calls to assure there were none outgoing from the night before. The phone had been in the bed the whole time. They could have dialed out unkowliny, subjecting anyone of her contacts her crying out as she rode Daniel, calling him sir and saying the words like ‘cunt’ and ‘fuck me.’

Pressing the phone into her head she thumped it against her brain. *Stupid, stupid, stupid.*

A knock came at her door. Mina made sure she was covered before she answered it. Read more »

A Game of Depravity [Part 4]

*Many apologies for the the infrequency of updates. I know several people have been waiting. Your encouragement and desire to continue on this literary adventure is noted and appreciated.*

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Daniel wasn’t home when she arrived, but his car was still parked in the driveway when she pulled in beside him, garage door rumbling as it sealed their vehicles in for the night. After a few minutes of searching the vacant house she felt her determination wane.

There had to be a reason he had not taken her yet, and it couldn’t be simply because he believed torture to be akin to sexual gratification. Perhaps sober, the thought of her entirely undressed wasn’t as appealing to him. It wasn’t appealing to her, which is why she so often preferred fantasy to reality. Which is why she hadn’t slept with a man in nearly two years.

Yet in a matter of days Daniel had made her ache, a constant pooling of desire evident in her panties. Had she wanted to take them off and throw them at him while screaming this was his fault? Yes.

Had he gotten her to pleasure him orally in her very office? Yes. Read more »

A Game of Depravity [Part 3] [MF, risky, oral]

*Next time.*

Those were ominous words, weren’t they? It’s the type of saying a villain would use after they escaped their enemy. They were filled with revenge and foreboding, and Mina couldn’t quite shake them because when would the next time be?

It wasn’t as if they had worked out when was acceptable to vulnerably strip down and please each other. It wasn’t like she had actually pleased anyone in a very long time.

Daniel was a very hard man to please. It wasn’t like him to be caught in the office so routinely, but backlash from his editor, Laney, cause him to stalk the firm, sitting in the chair with his hands behind his head and elbows bent, arguing for a pitch. He didn’t really have to argue, the company was half his. Half his brothers. Even so, they were under a large umbrella company, and after a few days Mina was positive he wanted to bend that umbrella over his knee and chuck it off their back deck into the ocean. Read more »

A Game of Depravity [Part 3]

*Next time.*

Those were ominous words, weren’t they? It’s the type of saying a villain would use after they escaped their enemy. They were filled with revenge and foreboding, and Mina couldn’t quite shake them because when would the next time be?

It wasn’t as if they had worked out when was acceptable to vulnerably strip down and please each other. It wasn’t like she had actually pleased anyone in a very long time.

Daniel was a very hard man to please. It wasn’t like him to be caught in the office so routinely, but backlash from his editor, Laney, cause him to stalk the firm, sitting in the chair with his hands behind his head and elbows bent, arguing for a pitch. He didn’t really have to argue, the company was half his. Half his brothers. Even so, they were under a large umbrella company, and after a few days Mina was positive he wanted to bend that umbrella over his knee and chuck it off their back deck into the ocean. Read more »