Author: thouartwild

I heard a whisper

through the great divide; “kiss me”. I cracked one eye open to a bleary morning haze.

A chill went through my spine. Cool air lapped my exposed shoulder. Warm breath touched the nape of my neck.

Hard and pulsing I felt your cock press up my lower back nestled perfectly on my ass. I analyzed the sensation of every ridge of you touching me causing my breathe to quicken.

My thighs began to wetten, involuntarily twitching at the prospect of you entering me.

You softly brushed my hair aside to kiss down my neck and shoulders. Your lips vibrated against my tender skin as you moaned with satisfaction. The cool breeze creating a trail of gentle pinpricks from the dew on my skin.

With a firm palm you reached around to cup my increasingly plump breasts seeming to grow with each thrust of your body against mine. Pert nipples between your fingers you teased out my first moan.

My juice now dripping down my thighs to the bedsheets you repositioned to slide your cock in the space between my thighs. As you dragged your cock across the outside of my opening I could feel every ridge of the tip, teasing me, my body clenching as you denied entry, gliding along the full shaft, my thighs trapping it as a wriggled with frustration. Read more »

First post-pandemic party [group sex]

I didn’t really want to go, but my roommate didn’t want to go to the party alone. She got invited to a Halloween party by a few of her college friends and she begged me to go with her.

“Come on Jess, it’ll be fun! I can’t wait to be a wing woman again” she giggled.

*groan* I didn’t know why she wanted me to go, she could certainly hold up conversation on her own. She was the type to talk a guys ear off so they would start making out with her just to shut her up. Although the bouncy double Ds and legs to kill didn’t hurt either. Maybe I was just jealous. But a year of covid-hermit life had made me a bit more introverted than I was used to… I swear I remember I used to enjoy the social life.

“Fine. But only because I can’t go another year without getting laid.” I acquiesced. Read more »

[short poem]

Tingles in my toes in the throws of

Waves over me, captures me, seduces my

Eyes… yours locked with mine, in time

Is this wine? Lightheaded from your scent

I dreamt your lips meant more than they said

In bed, or is this dead?

Dread peers around the corner

That little deformer.

Riddles and fears keep me near tears, dear

Can you hear my soul? Yours a soft lull, warm at my chest

Your head on my breast tests my patience

To give you a chance, or a lolly, is this folly?

Pounding produces productivity [FM] (slow burn, office, vanilla bean ice cream)

Her eyes glazed over at Tim’s droning on, “We need to come up with a solution, our clients will never be satisfied with this! Come on now, where are all your great ideas?”

“Mmhm”, she muttered, cumming would probably help her focus. Or was that why she was distracted, the need for it? Lazily she gazed out the glass wall of the meeting room to the people walking by outside. Behind the buzz of Tim’s ranting she heard the bright steady clicking of a keyboard. Her eyes landed on the typer, Tyler. He was in her training group first day on the job. Sweet, determined. He had that familiar determined look on his face as his fingers swiftly landed on the keys, then a pause, for contemplation, then the clicking would resume. A shock of his hair fell across his forehead; the clicking rhythm broke as he swiped at it. His hair was always so perfectly coiffed, infuriatingly so in fact. Secretly she always had a temptation to mess it up…but alas, they weren’t that close. He was hot, too hot for his own good. And she knew better than to start drama that could damage her reputation. She squirmed and crossed her legs realizing that her daydreaming had been making the chair wet. Read more »