Author: sweetasianfaye

I just really like his cock [m/f]

It’s not like I love him or anything, I thought, biting my lip and pulling down my panties. I just really like his cock.

He was lying on the bed watching me undress. I dropped my panties – a beautiful lilac and lace pair that I put on especially for him – to my ankles before I straightened up to remove my shirt. His eyes went right to my freshly shaven pussy, and he groaned while unbuttoning his jeans.

“Stop,” I said, pointing to his crotch. “That’s my job.” I decided to leave the shirt on. Considering what I had in mind, a little concealment and teasing only seemed proper.

Besides, he could definitely see my brown nipples through the soft white fabric, and I was already so wet from just the thought of riding his dick again. I stepped out of my panties and approached him, loving the feel of the air against my bare thighs and the look on his face.

“God, you are such a good fuck,” he said watching as I climbed on top of him. Read more »

The Professor’s Plaything [MF]

“I thought I told you not to wear panties to my class,” muttered the Professor as he raised my skirt.

I was sitting on his desk in an empty classroom, digging into the wood with my fingernails and biting my lip. How do I tell him that I wore them on purpose? That I loved it when I disobeyed him and he punished me.

He searched me with his fingers until he felt the handle of the butt plug. “Did you have it in all day?”

I nodded, swallowing a whimper as he pressed on it.

“Remember,” he said. “If you make a sound, we’ll stop.”

I didn’t dare look over my shoulder and meet his eyes. He slapped my ass once. Then, when I didn’t react, he slapped me again to make certain. My cheeks stung from his palm. I imagined that my pale skin was now brilliantly red with his hand print marking me.

With a heavy sigh, he let my skirt drop. “You want an ‘A’ in this class, right?”

I nodded again. Heat rushed to my face, my heart skipped a beat, and then I heard him unbuckle his belt, and I braced myself. Read more »

The Professor’s Plaything [MF]

“I thought I told you not to wear panties to my class,” muttered the Professor as he raised my skirt. 

I was sitting on his desk in an empty classroom, digging into the wood with my fingernails and biting my lip. How do I tell him that I wore them on purpose? That I loved it when I disobeyed him and he punished me. 

He searched me with his fingers until he felt the handle of the butt plug. “Did you have it in all day?”

I nodded, swallowing a whimper as he pressed on it.

“Remember,” he said. “If you make a sound, we’ll stop.”

I didn’t dare look over my shoulder and meet his eyes. He slapped my ass once. Then, when I didn’t react, he slapped me again to make certain. My cheeks stung from his palm. I imagined that my pale skin was now brilliantly red with his hand print marking me.

With a heavy sigh, he let my skirt drop. “You want an ‘A’ in this class, right?”

I nodded again. Heat rushed to my face, my heart skipped a beat, and then I heard him unbuckle his belt, and I braced myself. Read more »

I [F] squirted into my panties at the office

I wanted to dress sexy today. I wanted to feel as though I had a big date to look forward to, even if it was only with myself. After so many rough weeks, I woke up feeling amazing. It might have to do with the fact I crawled under my blankets last night after trembling and gushing and melting on my bedroom floor.

It might also be that I’m ovulating, and my thoughts were dripping with lust and want and need. I wanted to be noticed. My outfit consisted of a soft white button-down that’s thick enough to disguise my lack of a bra, my tightest pair of black pants to keep my butt-plug snug, and knee-high burgundy boots that always made me feel exceptionally naughty. And the peachy fragrance I only kept for special occasions.

You might have caught me on the train today. Sitting quietly and pretending to read a book, pretending I didn’t have a plug up my ass and wasn’t mentally undressing every other passenger. Undoing their buttons and yanking down their underwear until I found what I wanted. Salivating at the thought of big hard cocks throbbing in some tall guy’s slacks. Heart aching as I imagined burying my face in another girl’s needs. Read more »

I [F] squirted into my panties at the office

I wanted to dress sexy today. I wanted to feel as though I had a big date to look forward to, even if it was only with myself. After so many rough weeks, I woke up feeling amazing. It might have to do with the fact I crawled under my blankets last night after trembling and gushing and melting on my bedroom floor.

It might also be that I’m ovulating, and my thoughts were dripping with lust and want and need. I wanted to be noticed. My outfit consisted of a soft white button-down that’s thick enough to disguise my lack of a bra, my tightest pair of black pants to keep my butt-plug snug, and knee-high burgundy boots that always made me feel exceptionally naughty. And the peachy fragrance I only kept for special occasions.

You might have caught me on the train today. Sitting quietly and pretending to read a book, pretending I didn’t have a plug up my ass and wasn’t mentally undressing every other passenger. Undoing their buttons and yanking down their underwear until I found what I wanted. Salivating at the thought of big hard cocks throbbing in some tall guy’s slacks. Heart aching as I imagined burying my face in another girl’s needs. Read more »

I [F] squirted into my panties at the office

I wanted to dress sexy today. I wanted to feel as though I had a big date to look forward to, even if it was only with myself. After so many rough weeks, I woke up feeling amazing. It might have to do with the fact I crawled under my blankets last night after trembling and gushing and melting on my bedroom floor.

It might also be that I’m ovulating, and my thoughts were dripping with lust and want and need. I wanted to be noticed. My outfit consisted of a soft white button-down that’s thick enough to disguise my lack of a bra, my tightest pair of black pants to keep my butt-plug snug, and knee-high burgundy boots that always made me feel exceptionally naughty. And the peachy fragrance I only kept for special occasions.

You might have caught me on the train today. Sitting quietly and pretending to read a book, pretending I didn’t have a plug up my ass and wasn’t mentally undressing every other passenger. Undoing their buttons and yanking down their underwear until I found what I wanted. Salivating at the thought of big hard cocks throbbing in some tall guy’s slacks. Heart aching as I imagined burying my face in another girl’s needs. Read more »

[F] My letter to Santa this year

Dearest Santa,

I hope you are well-rested and that it’s not too chilly up in the North Pole. Please do keep warm and safe. You have one of the most important jobs in the world! If you got sick, there would be countless heartbroken faces. I sincerely hope you find my letter in good health. If not, I would be more than happy to nurse you back to full strength.

Forgive me for not writing all these years. For a while there I’d forgotten you in the buzz of growing up and school exams and now my mind-numbing office job. When I was younger, I’d write to you every year and mail you all my hopes and dreams. But now that I’m an adult, my wishes have changed, and I wanted to share them with you in the hopes that you’ll come and make my blue Christmas a special white one instead.

I want you to know that I’ve been ~~an absolutely naughty~~ a very good girl this year. I’ve touched myself nearly every night. Biting my arm to keep quiet. Humping my pillows and stuffed animals. Read more »

I want to feel you cumming inside me [MF]

Something gentle and sensual, on your lap maybe. Your face in my hands as I kiss your forehead and shut my eyes. Your hands wrapped around my throat so that you can feel the racing pulse of my heartbeat. I’m whispering for you to squeeze harder, just as my pussy grips you with all its might.

You’re sitting on the edge of the bed, your feet on the rug to stay warm. I’m riding you gently. Sweet and slow, like the tide on a clear day where the wind isn’t in a hurry and people are lazily strolling down the shoreline. Gently. Steadily, taking you as deep as I can, making sure my pussy lips are memorizing every inch of your cock. Over and over, tiny little waves and lots of tender kisses.

When my face is red, you relinquish my throat. Your hands trail down my back, sliding over my shoulder blades, my spine, and come to rest on my ass. A fresh shudder runs through my body when you grab my cheeks. That’s my favorite. That soft little rising and falling. My ass coming down on your thighs, taking your cock inside my pussy as far as it can possibly go, till it’s pressing against some deep, unexplored depth of my soul. Read more »

[MF] The Professor’s Pet [oral] [buttstuff] [interracial]

The professor snapped his suitcase shut before leaning back in his chair and sighing deeply. It was just past 8 pm. The sun had set, the department was empty, but outside, the campus buzzed with students enjoying their Friday evening.

He was the only professor on the floor; the others had wished him goodnight and left him to finish grading a set of papers about the effects of immigration on gender roles. He was rolling through the papers with ease until one took his breath away.

Jenny Takigami had written about her identity as an Asian woman. It started off scholarly as she argued the merits of sexualization and femininity. Then she trailed off and started writing about her personal needs. How badly she wanted to be dominated by an older white man. How, despite the negativity of stereotypes, she could not help but feel aroused by the thought of white men spreading her legs and laying claim to her desperation just as the Americans had forced Japan out of isolation following World War 2. Read more »

[F] I went to the office without underwear

My body seems to react strangle when I go a day without cumming. My mind tightens and goes liquid, rippling with every deep breath. I feel hot and flushed, as if a thunderstorm were brewing in my rib cage. Humid and heavy. Steam emanates off my soul. Energy sizzles and crackles through my muscles and bones.

Every other thought is dangerously laced with desire. My heart thuds against my chest at the slightest inclination of arousal. My mind spins.

When I woke up this morning, horny beyond measure, I made the conscious decision to not wear underwear today. A cotton shirt, a purple sweater, and dark leggings that hugged my form. It was supposed to rain today (outside, not just in my head), and if my shirt got wet, it would be see-through.

On the train ride, I eyed every person I found attractive. Guy or girl, I looked into their faces and pictured wrapping myself around their bodies like ivy on trees. Or like a kitten pouncing on someone they want to lick and nuzzle. Sitting on the cold seats, only a thin cloth between my butt and the surface, I wondered if I would visibly start steaming. I wanted to sit on someone’s lap and feel their warmth. Read more »