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That time I never wanted to stop. Part Three: The night that didn’t end

It was hot and we were sticky. The air conditioning and exposed brickwork was doing nothing to cool our bodies in those moments. The shower was all encompassing and inviting, with the dull red tiles rippling in as the water streamed down them. I was behind her, holding her arms tight to her sides with my grip on her wrists. My teeth and lips were being purposeful about her neck and lobes, and the very nature of having her at my whim was casually bringing my cock back to the start. I took a moment to gather her hands behind her back with one of mine, and pressed firmly, forcing her to nestle the side of her cheek to the fresh tiling. And now, with the water beading and running from the small of her back, I teased into her warm pussy; short, shallow thrusts followed by a deep one, nice and slow.

I’m a complete tease at heart. If I could do it all day I probably would; I was torn between reeling myself back in after our initial lust and at the same time just wanting to fuck for every minute of the night. I pulled out and spun her round, drawing her in close to feel her breasts up against my chest. We kissed under the drenching. I allowed her to touch and play with what she wanted. Read more »

That time I never wanted to stop. Part Two: The Hoxton

So I was at Stanstead airport, leaning casually on the the arrivals’ railings with a cardboard S’fucks (scalding the already over-roasted blend), feeling an apprehensive pang in my stomach. Yeah, I wasn’t casual at all. Everyone fucking knew what I was doing – there’s no way you can hide that. The facial reactions always give it away. You can always tell the “nervous to meet because it’s a fuck liaison” in any situation: restaurants, cafés, bars, buses…libraries…you get the picture; body language is a whole other post. Yet, this time really was different; it wasn’t just some booty call – I really wanted to know this girl.

Finding someone with which small talk doesn’t ever exist Read more »

That time I never wanted to stop. Part One: Voice Memo

There’s always someone with which you share your most erotic and fiendishly sensual moments. Someone that your experiences with go beyond one telling. Someone that defies all reasonable and sensible thought because you just have to have that final, lingering, kiss. C was my “someone”.

We’d met by random chance. I was struck down, immediately, by her smile, her laugh, her flowing brunette locks – how could I possibly look away, even for a second, from those effervescent irises… And then, fuck…then she would speak. Her softly accented tone making my name sound fresh and new, like no one had ever articulated it properly before; making it her own and me more hers with every, single, syllable. I was utterly sold. Read more »

Master of Castle Oscarshall Part V [mf] [bdsm]

Part 5:

Jean lead Sabrina over the hardwood floor of the bedroom onto a blood red rug in front of the fireplace. A teapot sat on a warmer on the nearby coffee table. Jean poured camomille tea into a mug and handed the mug to his pet. “For your throat, my dear.” Sabrina sipped at the tea, soothing her sore throat muscles. She remained on her knees on the rug. Jean grabbed some gear from a table away from the fire while Sabrina sat and drank.

Sabrina placed the half-drunk tea on the coffee table. “Master, I'm waiting for you,” she whispered into the darkness of the spacious bedroom. Jean emerged from the dark holding a long, fluffy fox tail and a bottle of lubricant. He turned the business end of the tailplug toward Sabrina, “Down, girl!” Sabrinapushed her chest into the comfy rug, stretching her arms out in front and pushing her ass into the air. She wore a garter belt with no panties beneath, and he naughty parts shined in the firelight in her Master's view. Read more »

The Master of Castle Oscarshall: Part IV [mf] [bdsm]

Part 4:

Steam poured from the marble of the shower floor. Jean sat on the stool underneath the downpour. His eyes were tight shut, his mind was focused. He felt like a king again – and rightfully so, as he currently sat in his castle. The watered trickled and then stopped falling as Jean twisted the knobs tight on the wall. He allowed himself to drip dry, standing in the center of the bathroom, and admiring himself in the mirror. Perhaps it was his rediscovered dominance, but Jean felt like a stud.

Meanwhile in the library, draped in a blanket, but otherwise still obediently nude, Sabrina poured over a book. She was absorbed in the history of the castle's inhabitants. Eleven generations had come and gone from Oscarshall; Jean would be the twelfth. It's original walls all stood strong. Sabrina dived into the memoirs written two hundred years in the past, losing track of time and space.

In the master bedroom, Jean stood before the vanity mirror. He straightened the collar of his shirt and fastened his wrists with cuff links. The tie tightened around his neck. His dark coat slipped over his shoulders. He buttoned it closed. Jean examined himself and the room around him. Perfect. Read more »

Master of Castle Oscarshall Part III [mf] [bdsm]

Part 3:

Sabrina awoke in a haze, her eyes out of focus. Her panties were on, her hair didn't feel like the mess she expected. She sat up and looked around the room. No Jean in sight. Sabrina ambled out of bed and into the hallway. She didn't hear anything or see anyone. She began to think maybe last night's events had been a dream.

Sabrina pushed the door to the bathroom open and sat down on the toilet to pee. Ouch! Sabrina stood back up as she felt a sting from the toilet seat. She peered at her ass in the mirror – faintly visible fingerprint marks remained on her cheeks. Jean must have really been there. She shuddered – where was Jean now? Had he left her again? Sabrina was so sick of being alone. She choked back tears as she sat back on the toilet.

A few minutes later, Sabrina stepped out of the bathroom and strolled down the hall to foyer. The kitchen was located on the end of castle away from the sleeping quarters. From across the foyer, Sabrina heard sizzling. Jean? Read more »

Master of Castle Oscarshall part II

Part 2:

The fog had already cleared from the mirror as Sabrina finally slipped into her chemise and slippers. She had taken her time pampering herself and painting her toenails. Sabrina felt sexy; what a shame she didn't have someone to share the castle with. Maybe she would go to town tomorrow and finally try to find a guy. Sabrina had spent a lot longer in the bathroom than she expected, and she was still supposed to explore the castle. 'Screw it, I'll look around in the morning,' she thought. She opened the bathroom door and headed back to her room.

As she walked into the dark room, Sabrina realized there was no light switch. The bedroom was lit naturally – she had to find the bed by memory. 'Not too tough,' she thought, walking confident toward the bed. Fwump! Sabrina's foot collided with her suitcase. She felt forward, luckily, into the bed. 'Weird, I thought I put the suitcase next to the armoire.' The thought passed; Sabrina was sleepy and the mattress was fluffy and warm. She crawled up to the pillow, flung her arms around it and cuddled it. She drifted off into sleep. Read more »

The Master of Castle Oscarshall – Intro & Part 1 [mf] [bdsm]

Introduction: The wheels of the cab rolled along the dusty roads winding through the trees. The evergreen forests of the Norwegian were fullest and brightest in the Summer time, and June first had just arrived. Sabrina should have felt more excited – after all, she has just been awarded a fellowship to do her Master's thesis research abroad in Norway – and yet something was amiss. She couldn't put her finger on it. Maybe it was because Jean's grandparents were Norwegian immigrants to the United States. But, shit, why should she care to think about Jean, anyway. When she decided to go to the University of Warwick in the U.K., Jean just couldn't handle it. She couldn't totally blame him for wanting to take his offer at Cal Poly, but Sabrina hadn't wanted their relationship to fall to pieces over it. And yet, that's just what their careers had done. Almost two years ago, Jean told Sabrina if he had to bear the pain of being apart from her for years, he'd rather not be reminded by phone and video day in and day out. What an asshole. Read more »

[mf] Switch hitters and candle wax.

I lay in bed as she plays games on her phone. I tell her how I could resist her pussy if I wanted to, and of course she takes this as a challenge. She begins to throw my legs apart and rub her body against mine. I laugh her attempt off and continue to watch TV. She rubs my cock with her tits before putting me in her mouth. It feels amazing, I can feel her tongue passing every inch of my cock as it slides in and out of her mouth. She looks up and gives me a smug look as if she's won, but I just retort with the fact that I'm not in the right hole for her to win. She then drapes herself over me and attempts to stick my cock inside of herself but I pull it away from her grasp. She then falls forward and sticks out her magnificent ass and pleads for me to stick it inside of her and fuck her from behind. I am determined though, so I once again wave it off. "Fuck me now or don't fuck me for a while" she says. Damn, she's got me. Read more »

[mf] A Gift a Girl Can Give (Fantasy-Themed BJ story)

Arden awoke to the sound of creaking wood. Someone’s at the door. The cobwebs were purged from his thoughts in an instant as hard-learned lessons about what happened to those caught sleeping flashed through his head. He sat up straight upon the divan he’d fallen asleep on and made sure his dagger was still at his side where he’d left it. An agonizing moment passed as the rusty doorknob on the front door grated in the silence.

Lyara stepped smiling into the shop-turned flat they shared with their accomplices, Anya and Lendin. “He’s nearly well and coming home tomorrow,” The dark-haired half-elf said, nearly skipping as she came to plop down next to him on the couch.

“We’ll have to throw him a party,” Arden said, the tense moment evaporated by the good news and the return of his beautiful companion.

“We can even afford to get wine that comes with a label!” Lyara said, her eyes going to the safe hidden behind a false panel in the wall.

“Many a thief has been caught by flashing the rewards of their labor.”

“The job was three weeks ago,” Lyara protested as she leaned against him with her eyes pleading. Read more »