SmearedInk, Author at NSFW story

Santa’s Helper [NSFW] [Short]

“You’ve been such a nice guy all day, Santa, tolerating all those kids and parents,” she cooed, her rosy lips brushing against my ear. Her knees pinched my hips as she settled tight in the chair around me, and even through the red suit I could feel the warmth radiating from her pussy.

“It’s time for you to relax,” she continued, dragging her tongue up the slope of my ear lobe, slowly, delicately. With my cock throbbing inside those hot pants, her pussy just two thin layers away from me, I reached up and cupped her creamy breasts. Those little raspberry-colored nipples of her pebbled as I rolled them between my thumb and forefinger. I began tugging at them gently while my mouth found the valley between her breasts. I kissed her there, repeatedly.

“Oh, Santa,” she moaned, her hips rolling circles on my lap, my cock fighting the fabric, trying desperate to get free.

“Let me make you feel good, will you, Santa?” the words were sweet and moved slow like honey on a spoon.

“Yes,” I growled, removing a hand from her breast to reach between us and free myself. Read more »

First time [Virgin] [Short Read]

It’s my first time.

We should go slow.

He should ease into me gently, pushing in, inch by inch, my lips parted, mouth dry.

But I don’t do what I should. I do what I want.

I grab his ass, dig my fingers into his bare skin and pull him into me, to the hilt, fast.

It burns, I’m torn, so full. But still, the pain twists beautifully with pleasure and I cry out.

“Yes!” and he growls into the curve of my neck, hips pumping faster, now longer for foreplay but now for a purpose.

His lips find mine and he smothers my cries for him to push deeper and just does—my body pinned to the mattress from being so deeply impaled by his thick, vast cock.

Our bodies are dewy with sweat, the heat between us thick, sticky.

“Oh Daddy!” I cry, his mouth nipping at my ear, filling my head with deep growls of passion.

He begins to pump quicker now, his orgasm crawling up his thighs, making its way to his massive cock. Read more »

Her Master [Light BDSM] [M/F]

I loosen the tie around my neck, breathing deeply for the first time all day. Being self-made and wealthy has a multitude of perks but it does come with its drawbacks. Stress, long hours, fatigue. Dealing with people beneath my intelligence has made me cold and withdrawn to those around me.

I click the lock on the remote and my car chirps, the lights flash, telling me it is safe for the night. I walk up the winding cobblestone path leading to the back door of my home. It is large—far larger than two people would ever need—but that’s what I like. I don’t want my wife *needing* for anything… but me.

Warm rushes forward and engulfs me, making my face tingle with security and familiarity as I push open the back door. A candle flickers on the large island which centers the kitchen. Then I get *that* feeling. My favorite feeling.

My chest contracts, my breath growing narrow as the tightness builds within me. It starts somewhere deep in my belly but quickly fills my entire being. A tightness that twists and weaves its way through my blood into my heart and mind. It is made of anticipation and excitement, blossoming into a deep seeded *need* for *her*. Read more »

The Dust Storm Cowboy [M/F]

The wind is strong and whips the front door closed, the old wood creaking and groaning as it slams shut, over and over. She pulls herself up off the cot and drags herself to the front door, keeping the wool blanket wrapped tightly around her exhausted body. She flips the latch on the door, trying to keep it closed, but the wind proves too much and it flies back, slams against the wall and makes her jump.

She puts her back to the door and sits on the dirt-laden floor, in front of the hearth, the heat from the fire making her cold face tingle. She raises her hands to the flames to warm them and her blanket falls off behind her and in an instant the wind drags it away. It is her last possession that can keep her warm so she must summon the energy to get to her feet once again.

When He Comes Home [M/F]

He works all day, standing on his feet, dealing with miserable people who question his judgement, though they know he is far more educated.

He paints a smile on, inside the turmoil building. He is tired and he is sad; sad to see the state of things and sad that his life’s work will be for naught–a struggle against the walls being built up around him.

He is silent in his car while he drives home. He doesn’t live far yet most days he does not remember a moment of the drive. He replays the day in his mind as the wheel slides through his fingertips, instincts taking him to his home.

He tries to find the moments of success, he pleads with himself to forget the failures of the day, to go home with a blank slate so that his life can be more than just his work day.

He needs no keys, the door is unlocked. He pushes it open and drops his things on the table by the door, where a photo of he and his wife rests comfortably in an ornate white picture frame. She turns the corner and they meet eyes. Read more »

Good Mornings [M/F] [Quickie] [Morning Wood]

I wake up first, like I usually do.

I stretch my legs, finding the cool pockets of the bed sheets before rolling over and looking at her.

She’s asleep on her side, the covers pulled down, her ample ass ripe for the taking.

I slide next to her and kiss her neck. She twitches but does not wake up. She is a heavy sleeper and I’ve awoken with morning wood.

I need to have release to start the day with a clear head.

I reach down and rest my hand on her hip. Her skin is sticky from the warm summer night.

I push myself against her bare ass cheek and slowly grind, my morning wood now becoming an unstoppable force.

I pull her apart and gently push inside her spot. It is moist still from last night’s session together.

Thrusting slowly I begin to kiss her neck and the top of her shoulders. She moans gently, still in a blissful sleepy state.

I move my hand from her hip to her shoulder and thrust with more force. Read more »

Two Girls at the Park [f/f] [tease]

“Have you ever kissed another girl?” she asked, tucking her hair behind her ears casually, taking a sip of her soda.

“No,” her friend responded, bashfully, feeling quite naïve and young in her presence.

“It’s really not a big deal,” she said. “I kiss my girlfriends all the time and I still like guys.”

She pushed her sunglasses up so that they were resting on the top of her head. Her lashes were long and covered with black mascara. She had black cat-eye liner drawn on perfectly and her plump lips were painted with red rogue tint.

Her friend shrugged her shoulders and gave a partial smile. “I guess it’s not a big deal. It’s just a kiss.”

“Yeah,” she said, “and a kiss is only a big deal when it’s someone you *really* like.”

“Yeah.”

She leaned forward, her breasts nearly spilling out of her black and white gingham crop top. She came within an inch of her friends face and smiled. Her breath smelled like soda and cigarettes.

“Close your eyes,” she told her friend. Read more »

I Wait For Him [M/F][Anal]

I wait for him in the room, knowing he has a key card of his own.

The lights are off.

The room is cold.

I am naked, on all fours on the queen sized bed, the old comforter was pulled back, lying in a heap on the floor.

I am being a good girl, waiting for him to come and have his way with me.

Then I hear it.

The click of the card, the turning of the door handle and the loud slam of the heavy hotel door.

I have done this with him so many times that I know what I am listening to.

First, he slips off his shoes and tucks them against the wall, neatly.

Then he unbuckles his belt and pulls it free from his pants.

He unzips and steps out of his pants and boxers and then I feel his weight on the bed behind me.

He knows I am ready.

We need no warm up and we need no lube.

I am ready to be taken over by him. To succumb to him fully. Read more »

New Neighbor (A Touch Series) [F] [Masturbation]

I know it’s a complete and utter stereotype to be turned on by a man in uniform but I can’t help myself—I’m a sucker for pressed slacks, tucked in shirts and matching boots. Throw a badge in there and I’m *drooling*.

Another thing that really gets me wet is well-built guys with thick muscles who enjoy working out Weight Lifting, Cross Fit—anything of that nature will do. But they gotta be rippling and thick. Skinny guys just don’t do it for me. I’m a tall girl, thin with curves where you want ‘em so I can’t be riding a skinny guy—I need a guy who can *handle* me.

I moved into a new apartment last weekend. How does this have anything to do with what I just told you? Let me tell you.

I was waking up on my first morning in the new place, anxiously waiting for my coffee to brew, my eyes not even fully open yet when all of the sudden I hear thudding. Repeatedly. I can’t figure out what the noise is so I’m taking a few steps towards my front door before freezing and listening again. I do this until I’m all the way at my door, ear pressed to it, my breath baited. Read more »

The Tease (A Touch Story) [M/F]

The drive home is long.

I sit in the back seat of the car and put the partition up, so that my driver cannot hear my disgruntled moans and sighs of frustration. I’ve known him for years; he knows I’m a miserable bastard. Even so, tonight has put a torture in me that burns so bright I can hardly stand it.

She teased me all night. I don’t know if she knew she was doing it or if she was just being herself, but it nearly killed me.

I learned tonight that coming in your pants isn’t just something that happens when you’re a teenager.

She flitted through the room of people, that fucking sexy body of hers hanging on tight to that little black dress. I could see her perky little nipples penetrate the fabric, begging to be seen.

Her legs seemed to have carried on for miles; I was dying to slip my rough hands over her thighs and follow them up, lose them under the dress and make them disappear inside her panties.

Or was she wearing panties? *Fuck*. All the blood in my capable body was surging to my cock. Read more »