Author: strangeCharmingQuark

Peeking [MFF] [Voyeurism, Oral, Masturbation, Intercourse, Long]

I should not have peeked. To be certain, most sexually-starved individuals with a pulse would have at least been tempted to have done so under the same circumstances. Still, I should not have peeked.

It was partly my beautiful, over-sexed, very platonic roommate’s fault. Jenny was a goddess in a way. So close, yet always so far away. Always giving a tease, but leaving it just that, a delicious tease. Perhaps reaching out by sound when she was in the midst of passion with someone else, but that is as close a touch she dared give. I was her constant. She could fall back on me and know I wouldn’t take advantage of her when she was vulnerable after something in her life went south.

That said, she always sounds so fucking good when she was getting it on, even with the wall muffling her moanings, her breathings, her beggings, and her demandings. Tonight though, she sounded more heavenly than all of the angels singing in rapture. The sweet sound of her caressed my cock more directly than if her hand was wrapped around it, pumping it, milking it. Could anyone blame me if suddenly, for the first time, I was annoyed with just how well the wall muffled her voice, yet not well enough where thus, I justified just a quick peek? Read more »

Finding Myself at Home (Part 1) [MF, oral, teasing, intercourse]

…and suddenly I had her folded in half and I was plowing her harder than I ever fuck a woman in my life. Her ankles on my shoulders, her eyes reflecting the wild beast claiming her cunt as his own. me. That and perhaps getting caught in the illicit act.

I look back down at you and I see joy in your eyes. A deep, unabashed joy. I have never seen anyone reflect as much joy from someone sucking my cock, or hell, sucking cock in porn.

I shudder as you open your mouth just enough to let me warm cum, mixed with your saliva flow down the length of my spasming cock. Just for you to make sure I was still watching as you suck it all back off. Again, and again, and again.

How you continue to worship my cock after you so thoroughly emptied me out pushed me into a headspace I’ve never known. I was so hypersensitive, yet the pleasure now, mixed with almost tasting the lust radiating from you, was scrambling my mind. I held locks of your hair as if I was clinging to a cliff desperately. Read more »

Consumption [MF]

She was a dangerous lover. Perhaps the most dangerous type of lover there is. He had no idea just what type of lover she was though. She liked it better that way.

She did have a reputation for being a slut, but at best, it was a myth, a shadow of the truth. He did not make judgements on reputation alone though. It was one of the reasons she was attracted to him and one of the reasons she found him foolish as well. His foolishness in that regard made him attractive in a different way though. She enjoyed feasting on the foolish.

Perhaps he was a bit taken aback that she so quickly rubbed at his sheathed groin during dinner. He didn’t stop her though. She could see the lust slowly come alight in his eyes, slowly bubble to the surface for her to play with and shape. Better than that though, she could feel the heat of it. She wanted to feed on it. She needed to feed on it. In the end, it was the only consumption that mattered. It was the only consumption that kept her kind alive. Read more »

Number Eleven [F Masturbation, Fantasies]

That thought faded though…faded against slightly less selfish thoughts of Matt…faded to the ecstasy of number eleven…and the joy of erotic possibilities.

That is what Kelly was focused on. The only useful thought in her head was that she didn’t currently have enough hands.

This was a rare session for Kelly though. Not rare that she was masturbating in the middle of her living room floor at 5:36pm; literally 2 minutes after getting home, an agonizing 2 minutes to be completely free of her business attire and every piece of attire underneath. No, she was quite comfortable touching and exploring herself. It was rare that she initially only cared about how the touching felt.

She didn’t start, as she normally did, by imagining anyone else. The only person in her head was herself. Her only focus was how nice her breast felt smashed against her arm and being teased by her left hand, which has since given up on which breast to focus on; and her finger progressively reaching just a little bit deeper inside herself with each gyration. It was all for her. Holding herself at that edge for as long as she could, until she didn’t want to hold herself there any longer and just let herself tip over the edge. Read more »

Peeking [MFF Voyeurism, Oral, Masturbation, Long]

I should not have peeked. To be certain, most sexually-starved individuals with a pulse would have at least been tempted to have done so under the same circumstances. Still, I should not have peeked.

It was partly my beautiful, over-sexed, very platonic roommate’s fault. Jenny was a goddess in a way. So close, yet always so far away. Always giving a tease, but leaving it just that, a delicious tease. Perhaps reaching out by sound when she was in the midst of passion with someone else, but that is as close a touch she dared give. I was her constant. She could fall back on me and know I wouldn’t take advantage of her when she was vulnerable after something in her life went south.

That said, she always sounds so fucking good when she was getting it on, even with the wall muffling her moanings, her breathings, her beggings, and her demandings. Tonight though, she sounded more heavenly than all of the angels singing in rapture. The sweet sound of her caressed my cock more directly than if her hand was wrapped around it, pumping it, milking it. Could anyone blame me if suddenly, for the first time, I was annoyed with just how well the wall muffled her voice, yet not well enough where thus, I justified just a quick peek? Read more »