10 minutes

You’re sitting on a chair, in front of a mirror. I’m kneeling on the ground in front of you, my arms bound behind my back. I imagined a plug in my ass, and a dildo suction cupped to the ground under me. You instructed me that I had 10 minutes to get both you and me off, the length of 3 songs you had carefully selected.

I knew to start when I felt your hands gripping my hair, pulling my mouth on your cock. You caught me by surprise and I gagged, but started a rhythm of bobbing my head on your dick.

“Now,” you said, “use the dildo to fuck yourself as you get me off”. It was tricky at first to get going, but soon I was slobbering all over your cock and dripping all over the dildo. “Two minutes left” you said, which prompted me to bounce faster. Tears start pooling in my eyes from the simulation, and the music takes me to the edge as I grow closer to orgasm.

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Birthday Sex

First time writing erotica, constructive criticism is appreciated!

It’s the morning after, we’ve been hooking up for a few months now, I come to your place once or twice a week. Sometimes, like this time, I’ll stay the night and leave in the morning. Today is a little different though. It’s my birthday.

I wake with the sun and roll over to find you sound asleep still. I smirk and start kissing my way down your body, very slowly so that you wake up with the feeling of my lips and my hands on your body.

I start to feel your morning wood poke into my side, I look up and find you staring at me with your eyes half-open. “Birthday sex?” I ask.

I can see the look of confusion on your face, I didn’t tell you it was my birthday after all. You say “It’s not my birthday”.

“I know.” I look at you from under my lashes, a smile playing at my lips, and duck under the covers. I hear your breathing deepen and hear you say “Why didn’t you tell me?”