Author: stirxy

Good Girl… [Pt. 01]

You know just how much I love saying those two words.

“Knees. Now.”

You sink down almost instantly, sultry glint in your eyes. Those glasses aren’t needed, but as you want to show me just how good you can be, you figured you may as well look the part. Right?

My cock is already fully erect before you, a bead of precum hanging at the very cusp. You don’t hesitate, extending your tongue ever so slowly, so that you can gently lap it up. I groan, and you moan.
It’s sweet, today. Delicious, as always.

You start to service it, as you know you should. The evening sun is beaming through half drawn curtains, a quiet street going about its last business of the day. If a passerby were to listen, very, very closely, they’d just about hear the pop of your lips as you reach the tip.

I slowly collect a handful of your hair in one hand, gently guiding you back and forth. I look down at you from my place on the edge of the bed, flushed cheeks glowing. Read more »

Ho, Ho, Hoe [MF] [Degradation] [Christmas!] [Blowjob] [Rough] [Cowgirl] [Facial]

When you asked me for a White Christmas, you knew exactly what you were doing, didn’t you? You may try to uphold this innocent, adorable facade to everyone else, but you and I both know exactly what you are: a complete, utter, dirty slut.

Most people spend their Christmas with family, opening presents and enjoying a lovely meal.

Instead, you’re here, eyes rolling to the back of your head as I hold you down onto my cock once more. My balls rest momentarily on your dripping chin, before finally unsheathing myself to let you breath.

You gag and choke, coughing as your throat is clear for the first time this morning. Your eyes are bleary and red, and tears have been carving streaks down your flushed cheeks.

You’re wearing a little red number that I selected for you, and at the beginning of the morning you also wore a Santa hat, it being Christmas after all. Since then, however, the hat has been discarded so I can better get a hold of your hair.

You continue to stroke my cock, looking up at me with eager eyes. To outsiders, you look almost used. But we both know that’s exactly how you like it. Read more »

Lustful Fuck [M4F] [Passionate] [Missionary] [Creampie]

There is no such thing as too close when we fuck.

Yes, cowgirl gives an amazing view, doggy produces the best sound, and a prone bone can break any bed if done right.

But missionary? There’s something pure about that. Something passionate. It’s more than a carnal display of pleasure. It’s more personal, and I, for one, fucking love it.

We move together, grinding our hips in rhythm as we lose ourselves. It’s been a long day, and the second we got home, our clothes hit the floor.

First, we took the couch. Then the kitchen table.
Our tongues danced between our mouths, hands clawing aimlessly at our naked bodies as we fucked harder and harder with each thrust. Speed was not essentially, only that we felt every single inch.

The bed, however, was where we spent most of the night.

We lit candles at some point during the dash upstairs, flicked the lights and climbed onto the bed.

I spent the first half hour or so content between your spread legs, tongue writing a sweet tattoo on your sweet, wet pussy. To say I love giving oral is an understatement, and you can tell while I groan and growl to myself as I tuck in. Read more »

A Quickie Before Work [MF] [Blowjob] [Quickie] [Creampie]

Why does time always fly when you least want it to?

I groan slowly as I flick my eyes to the time, knowing I’ve only got a few minutes before I should really be getting off to work. There’s so much more I’d rather be doing right now…

… Speaking of.

You slowly walk into the room, gentle smile on that gorgeous face of yours, cradling a mug in your delicate hands. You’re wearing an over-sized sweater, and from what I can see that’s about it.

“Well, if ever there was a reason to stay and skip work.” I chuckle, eyes wandering all over your sumptuous frame.

“You know you can’t do that, silly.” You fire back, shaking your head as you fully enter the room.
I turn my chair around in a slow swivel, still admiring you as you make your way towards me.

You place your mug down on my desk, and slowly get down on your knees before me. It’s only now I notice your hair is up in a flowing ponytail, and my heart skips.

“… What do you think you’re doing?” I say, cock slowly throbbing in my bottoms. Read more »