wowwhyamithisway, Author at NSFW story

If you had disappeared sooner

Because you like me, I didn’t have any nightmares last night. I woke up so refreshed even if you were gone from my bed. Oh, but what a night we had spent. You knocked on my door, a sound you hadn’t made in a few years. You’ve aged, we’ve aged. But the amount we care for each other hasn’t aged. Or so it seemed on my end.

With a pleasantly surprised face, I didn’t think twice and hugged you pressing my breasts against your chest. Hearing you gasp only made me hug you tighter, I missed you so much. I missed your smell. I missed your touch as you hugged me back and moved us into the doorway of my small apartment. There is never a need for words between us. The way your fingers dance on the sleeve of my dress, pulling it down to kiss my shoulder. Read more »

A Spark

I’ve been thinking about him a lot. He’s like the milky way, starry and shining over me. I’ve been thinking if I have that spark with him. Certainly, we have a good friendship. We can talk for hours. And maybe, if we can hold each other attentive enough, then maybe his lips can hold onto mine. One of those kisses that starts passionately with our lips intertwined but slowly separate and linger in seduction. The seduction and passion of our lips will be dancing on his fingertips over my clothed breasts.

He’ll gently squeeze them. His lips will be back on the prowl over my lips. His hands will explore every inch of my body. He’ll be squeezing there, rubbing over there some more. With every movement of his hands I’ll reciprocate with moans. He will start parting my legs with his hand and I’ll gladly open them for his touch. Oh, I want his touch.

And I want to touch him. I want to explore every bit of him with my lips. Moving around his neck from his ear to his chin. I want to lick and suck down to his chest. Leaving a trail of small wet kisses for my hands to trace afterward. A kiss and touch. A kiss and moans and a touch. I’m lost in this mutual spark we share. Read more »

She Is

They have different schedules. He works in the morning and his roommate works in the evening. Two men in the prime of their lives. Ready to explore their desires at opposite ends of the day. When one is home the other is away. And when one is home the other gets to bring his girl over.

She waits for him at his door, not quite at the stage to have a key of her own. Maybe never going to be at that stage. Regardless, she’s wearing her flowered leggings. As she waits she pats her hair down her head and behind her ear. She’s been waiting all week for this brief moment of passion between her and him. A brief moment to be his girl.

She is his girl. Perhaps, she is his girl today at this moment for this exchange. Perhaps he will explore other girls and enjoy other moments. But, it’s also true that she drives him wild in their shared moments. Immediately, as he opens the door she bites her lower lip catching his gaze with her dewey brown eyes. It just turns him on so much to know she’s aching for him. Because he aches for her. Read more »

Captive

Murmuring into the darkness. It is your name that slips out of my lips. It is your gaze that keeps me steady. How can I think of you in my darkest moments? It is unfortunate how much you mean to me. And yet, why wouldn’t I think of you? Why wouldn’t I want to see your smile fixated on me? Why wouldn’t I want to feel your lips erasing every sad thought away?

Because you are mine. You are definitely the glimmer of hope I cling to. You are the lover that isn’t love. You are the fervent wisp of delight that I cannot hold onto forever. No matter how many times we push each other out of our lives with a flicker of lightning, I will be yours. And you will be mine.

To be mine, you have to be yourself. You have to let me kiss you, my body pressed against yours. I’ll kiss you gently, but my body and hands are aggressive in wanting to feel every inch of you. But the tempest inside me moves swifter than my desire. I need to be held by you. I need you to call me yours and kiss me. Kiss me slow at first while you wrap your body around me, and push me so that you’re on top. Read more »

Time Will Collapse

Lazy afternoon for the lazy lover…the cozy lover. A lazy afternoon for me at least. Swiveling side to side in my desk chair. The piles of books with notes and bookmarks left untouched. Left to the side because of you, that is. My pillowy breasts thinking of your gentle lips…the graze of your teeth against my nipples. I’ve missed that…that look you give me right before you close your eyes after tasting my soft skin.

If I sit forward a tad more, my nipples will touch the edge of my desk. If I open my hips just right, I’ll be able to grind against my desk chair. Feeling my hard nipples against the edge of the desk, and feeling my swollen clit reverberate in the rhythm of the movement. I’m thinking about you.

I’m imagining your lips upon my lips. Your lips on the side of my breasts getting closer to my nipples, leaving tiny love bites for me to enjoy later. I really would love to have all your attention in between my legs. I need your attention on my sexiest spot. Your lips or perhaps your tongue more. Read more »

Click [MF]

There are two traps when it comes to these things, situations, romances like this one. The first trap that I fall for is the look in his eyes. That look that says “love, you are the only person that matters in the world.” And it’s a look that transforms you. Changes you from the beggar in the cold selling matchsticks to the beggar in flames in the ethereal sky. Then there is that second trap. The one that sucks you in and turns you into molecular specks in the distant galaxy. The one where you feel, are, do everything to be next to him. You become everything and anything for that person. And I’m falling for the second one fast.

Who am I? Who have I been in the past? I can’t see anything but who I am with him. The room changes at the sound of his name, on my lips, on my soul. The name that he answers to. The sound that his heart beats to is my voice. And sometimes he hypnotizes me. Like the artist in the throws of artistry, with a spotlight on me, he asks me to pose for him. Read more »

A confession [F]

You

I keep thinking about you today.

Your smile. The way you called my name. The glimmer in your eyes for me. Your accusations. The way you blamed me for existing, perhaps. Because you’d smile, that half smile, like you can’t believe you’re grinning. Like you can’t believe that you want to grin from being delighted by me. Delighted, amused, aroused by me.

Because you couldn’t help yourself around me. I couldn’t help myself around you too. You couldn’t deny the appeal. The existence of desire between us. That if I asked you something, even though you’d probably never … entertain the idea. You would for me.

And the cycle would repeat. You’d blame me, again. “All because of you.” Of course, I didn’t believe you. Or didn’t want to believe. But no, you’d continue. “You did this.”

This. The hesitation on both our parts. Because a higher authority stood between us, telling us that this was not right. Telling us that we knew better. Is that conflict? Is that what I did wrong…this. Read more »

Current [MF]

The smell of vanilla and almond filled the room. She stared at him underneath the glow of the candlelight. She liked him. She liked his lips on her lips. She always took the chance to part his lips softly with her tongue when they reached for hers.

Pleasantly murmuring, she pressed her body against him. Even though clothes snuggly kept their bodies apart, she felt such warmth run through her body. Like peeling at a staticky sheet, she placed her lips around the edge of his shirt to tug at it.

Her hands treaded against his exposed skin. It could be seen as a little tedious, or a little torture. Unveiling his skin, moving her fingers in small circles over his naked body. And repeat. Under the glow of the candlelight, his eyes beamed for her.

His hands kneaded her breasts over her clothes. Like rolling a little piece of dough in his hands, he explored the tenderness of her nipple. Perhaps, it was a bit too torturous. With a deep kiss she undressed herself and slid herself into bed. Read more »

Regrets [MF][Tragedy][Solo]

We all do things we regret, don’t we? Don’t you? I know you do. You must regret me, everything about me. Maybe you hate me. I really think you hate me. I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone. Well, I guess not only am I a person to be hated, but I also can’t be trusted.

It’s okay. It’s the way it’ll be. I still look at your social media. I don’t notice right away when you post a work video, but I notice. In a way, I hope you notice me. Like that one night. The night you noticed me.

I really thought you hated me because you picked on me so much. But with a few words. Or a few insults? I don’t know, maybe for you I enjoyed being humiliated in public. Regardless, I enjoyed the sound of my name on your lips.

I really liked the way you looked. Even jokingly, I liked the way you winked at the screen. When I became bolder, I looked for more videos of you. They were short. But they were you. Because it was you that I needed. Because you spoke this language of knowledge. You knew about some computer thing that I knew nothing about. And you were explaining it. Read more »

If you’d like [Str8t][FM](kind of teaser)

If you’d like to. I would love to. I won’t ring the doorbell, because I know your roommates don’t like me. Yeah, I’ll stand out in the cold for you to slowly make your way down your steps in your boxers. They’ll be gone anyway. Soon enough. Fetch me from this cold, I’m not wearing anything under my pajama dress and pants. My coat is barely warm. But I’m warm. If I may, I’m fucking warm for you.

Once you open the door, though, I’ll make a small moan. On second thought, this might not end well. I’m a tad loud. I’ve been waiting all afternoon for your best guy friends to go to sleep. At first it was a nightmare, as I could only think of riding my fingers thinking of you. And then, well, I lay in bed remembering your small laughs. It’s been a while since we’ve been enamoured with each other…forgive me I still remember our first time together. The twinkle in your eyes the next morning. It was like if you only had eyes for me. Maybe that’s why I still look for you. Read more »