Author: Word-Weaving

Wrongful Rejection = Warranted Revenge [M/F]

*You talk too much.* That’s what she told me.

Funny, she’d been so receptive until then, but, I’d noticed something had changed in those last few weeks. She was distant, her replies diminishing from paragraphs of carnal pledges to shorter sentences around neutral topics. Finally I dragged it out of her with my persistence. And no, I know what you’re thinking, I wasn’t bothersome about it. Just crafty. I have to give myself credit, *I have a hell of a way with words.*

In the end it was my passion that drove her away though. Her parting statement the ultimate blow to my psyche—*You’re just,* ***too*** *intense.*

Now, typically I’m the kind of the guy who can let things go, especially opinions of me. I don’t *need* you to like me, but I also don’t enjoy wasting my time and energy on people. And that’s what I did. Three months of talking, building a rapport, for nothing. And I *liked* this girl, fuck. She *got* me. At least I thought she did. Read more »

Scent of a Woman [M/F]

Squats, lunges, pushups, jogging—all of the exercises that really get those secretions flowing, that’s what I focused on for a week, repeating the grueling repertoire in the same workout clothing. After those first seven days I could barely stand putting them on due to the smell, but I continued anyway. I wouldn’t dare let myself wash them. When it was over I went ahead and pushed it to two weeks. Every time I peeled that soured, sweat soaked spandex off in the home stretch I envisioned the look on your face as I made you run your tongue up my underarm. You said you liked a woman’s natural odor, didn’t you? Remember how red your face grew when you admitted it? I bet you didn’t think I’d go to those lengths to exploit that fetish, did you? You should have known better. Read more »

Age of Aquarius [F/F]

I lapped the cream from her cunt as her expression contorted, her body shivering with convulsion before me. I shouldn’t be fucking this girl, she’s really too young for me. At thirty five I was fifteen years her senior, but she kept persisting, and I gave in. I stared at the rippled aqua symbol inked into her lower back while running the thick red muscle of my mouth up her backside. An, an Aquarius.

We’re just animals, I thought, as we were splayed out, her reddened cheek on the floor, tanned slender shoulders pressed as low as possible, her smooth petite ass in my face. Me behind her with my tongue buried in her bare dripping pussy, nose grazing against the tight little entrance above it, my body poised on hands and knees while the sliver between my thighs secreted its own juices that hung in a long strand amid the center space of my legs. Read more »

Little Red Apple [M/F, CNC]

**I**

The seduction seeped in. The lingering, alluring glances that planted the seed. The provocative suggestions masked as harmless humor until she was ensnared.

At their first interaction he knew he liked her, that he wanted her, that she was everything he both desired and hated. A creature this perfect should be punished for its beauty. He wanted to see her pretty face contorted in pain as he laid hands on her in the ways he imagined no other man ever had, or would again. The way her eyes became squinted until they almost closed when she was smiling and laughing—he wanted them squinting under extreme resistance, the dark dull blue growing even dimmer as the tears swelled.

Perhaps it was her beguiling nature that was her ultimate undoing. Her confidence. Her intellect. Though she denied having either. How the magnanimous air about her attracted everyone in her vicinity. After months of building a rapport, the sexual tension so rigid between them that it felt overt when others were present, he decided to make his move. When he presented her with the option he was cautious in how he approached, so conscientious of the words he selected for such a sensitive proposal—such a censurable act of depravity. And upon hearing his offer, she denied him. Read more »