Author: weebolong

My Sluttiest Dreams Come True… he brings me to game night and shares me with his friends [mf] [group] [oral sex]

I was putting our dinner plates in the sink when he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Leave those,” he said quietly and kissed my neck.

He’d been touching me all day long, even going so far as to slip his hand under my dress when we were at the grocery store. And he made us take an extra long time in the freezer aisle just so he could stare at the way my tits showed through my dress without a bra on. He made sure I noticed when other people were staring too, because he knew how much I liked it. It was a good thing I was wearing undies or my thighs would have been slick with how wet he was making me. He had woken up to my mouth on his morning wood – the covers were tossed aside and he looked so good that I just had to taste it – and since then he kept saying he wasn’t ready for round two yet. I was aching to be satisfied and I thought maybe now he was pulling me away for ‘dessert’. Read more »

When a witch rides her broomstick (mf) – an excerpt

Maya tied a bunch of fresh heather to the end of her broomstick, the wooden handle soft with age, and began sweeping the floors of the Traveler’s Inn and Tavern. She hummed while she worked, and when she brushed over thresholds she muttered the words her late mother taught her:

see wicked out,
show worthy in,
as outside, so within.

Dustmotes swirled through the air, dancing with the breeze that filtered in through open windows. Rhoda and Zale, her two darling cats, watched her from the sunspots where they laid. “Excuse me, please,” Maya said softly to them. “I’d like to sweep the floor there now.” The cats yawned and stretched before moseying off to find another place to nap. Maya opened the front door and swept the last of the dirt outside, careful not to soil the comfrey and dill that bordered the pathway.

When the broomstick fell from her hands and clattered on the ground, she did not stoop to retrieve it. Instead, her gaze was fixed on the depths of the woods that enshrouded the tavern. She smiled when at last she saw Zephyr running towards her, knowing Corbin wasn’t far behind. “Hello good boy,” she cooed as she dropped to her knees to hug her four-legged friend. His kisses were sloppy and she giggled as she tried half heartedly to push him away. Read more »

Campsite Tease

Amelia slowly tugged on the zipper of her hoodie, exposing her bare chest, until her hand paused just above her navel. She fingered the zipper, as if unsure whether she wanted to unzip it further, or zip it all the way back up. After a moment she let her hand fall to her side, evidently content to leave herself only partially unwrapped. Her skin looked like porcelain against the contrast of night. The flames of the campfire, licking the char colored logs and kissing the windless air, cast a flickering spotlight on her swaying form. She lifted the wine bottle to her lips and drank deeply, her head tilted back and her eyes closed. The bottle was nothing but a silhouette, but a decidedly phallic silhouette when it was pressed against her mouth in this way. Her eyes opened slowly as she swallowed her last sip. She met Garrison’s stare with a sultry, heavily lidded gaze. “Just warming up,” she said as she traced her finger along her bottom lip, wiping away the wine that remained. “Inside and out,” she giggled, and shuffled a bit closer to the fire.

“Don’t you think you’re hot enough already?” Garrison quipped. She laughed and rolled her eyes at him. Read more »