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One Hot Bet [mf mutual masturbation]

An hour after she arrived at Camp Wampanook, Cleo was half a mile into the woods with Jack and he already had two fingers inside of her. This was a camp tradition for them that started three years prior. They would meet behind the arbor and follow the Squaw footpath to the clearing by Piney River Creek (a name that confused and delighted everyone). There, Cleo would turn away from Jack and strip off whatever sort of tight shorts she was wearing (this year, then were cut off jeans). Jack would slip off her panties and place a kiss on one of her ass cheeks. She would steady herself against a tree pressing her ass into him. He would stand and slip a hand around her, down between her legs, and stroke her clit until she came.

Then they would switch positions. Jack would lower his jeans and Cleo would push his boxers down to his knees. While her head was low, she would kiss the head of his cock in whatever state it was at this point (this year, it was fully rigid). She would press herself to his side, one arm around his back, her hand clutching his jacket. The other hand would be in front of him, his hard cock in her hand. She never rushed. She would stroke him slowly as if she had all week to do it and she loved every second of it. Read more »

Mantle [Submission MF]

Those asymmetrical arches in her eyebrows sunk a sharp hook in my cheek. She had been staring at my eyes spoor. It was cutting, I felt its origin before I ever met her gaze. Her name was Emily, and we were obviously friends of the same. I never would have guessed to see her at an Embassy Gala.

When our eyes met, the heat I felt from across the room ceased, and the air between our oculus froze. Her eyes shot away so sternly it recoiled in her neck. Her perfect, naked neck. I tried reading our past encounters, wondering if there had been something to warrant the cold avoidance. I’d had her tied and kneeling, she wouldn’t stop smiling and calling me an asshole. I’m not an asshole, but I learned this favourite phrase of hers had a subtext by the way her pussy clamped and released in orgasm as soon as I slipped the vibrator in her ass, and pressed it deep with each of my own thrusts. I caught her looking again. She had simply felt the pull of the rod and was playing her catch. I smiled. Read more »

Shiva (OC)

I become aware at a moment where I'm up to my knees in glacial runoff, my rod high behind my shoulder at the line's zenith, and my eyes are instinctively squinting at the dancing reflection of the sun. The fly skips over my head and floats to the water, landing where the sun floats on the river. At that my world and vision became red. Red like a fissure in the earth. Red somewhere between copper and crimson. Red like the sun beaming through the blood in your eyelids.

Ah, that explains it.

It's December. I'm not fishing, I'm in bed. My legs have crawled from cover, there was never a river. My brain renewed the knot with the here and now, and I rolled over. No, I tried to roll over, but my shoulder is pinned. It's that moment that I smell her. Feminine sweat and Tibetan incense, top notes of vodka and oil- all ingredients of the evening prior. I have a strict No Sleepovers rule (more because it distally defends my own self from the knowledge that I do sleep better with an intimate partner than anything else), the liquor had obviously gotten the best of us. She had found my protruding collarbones and made a pillow of them. The sheet had slid off most of her body, but wove through her legs and covered her front and shoulder. I could see the nylon rope from the past evening loosely wound around her exposed ankle. Her ass peeked from the opposite side, it was making me hard. Her knees cocked just right that her back arched slightly and her ass stuck out like an offer. I couldn't help myself. Read more »

Rain (and you) [MF, rememberance]

It rains, and I think of you.

Water, racing across the window, sculpts the shadows that fall across my desk; my fingers trace the changing landscape, following the dark lines, and I remember.

I remember the way the rain tasted on your skin. I remember how it trickled down your stomach, your breasts providing a cool alcove while I knelt, cheek pressed to your bare skin. I turned my head upwards to catch the drops of rain as they slid over your curves and onto my waiting lips.

I drank you in.

In my study, I can hear the rain, tapping at the glass of the window, and when I open it, just a crack, I can hear the soft roar of the creek outside as it comes to life. Normally a quiet, lazy, memory of a stream, the torrential downpour has awoken it.

I listen, and I remember.

I remember hearing your heartbeat as I stood, my head resting on your chest, and it sounded like the roaring creek outside, as if we were rushing towards concupiscence and that if we didn't let go, the moment would crash through us, leaving us tangled, the space between us lost. Read more »

In the Empty Lot [mf]

Christmas time was coming closer. Miranda could hardly contain herself the closer it got. While she did adore Christmas, her excitement was about something different.

A few months ago, Paul had become a patient in the office where she worked. He had some back pain from an injury and needed therapy. Miranda, the receptionist, had taken his call and made his appointments. When he came in, one look into his eyes and she was instantly wet. The words she said tumbled out of her mouth, but still she managed to sound professional.

After seeing him for a few weeks, he said that he would be going back to school, so he wouldn’t be in for a couple of months. Miranda’s heart sank. She wanted him so badly; she needed him.
She could tell he felt the same way. The way his eyes would glisten when he’d look at her; the way his fingers twitched when they spoke, and how he seemed to stumble over his words when he talked to her.

As the weeks passed, her anticipation grew. Read more »

The Farm, Pt. 2 [mf] [fingering]

Ali dropped Lucy off at her apartment just off campus. Neither girl had spoken much on the ride home, but Ali had handed her an envelope as she was getting out of the car.

"Do you need a ride tomorrow?"

Lucy hugged her arms around her chest, guarding off the bitter cold. "Yeah, I don't have a car…"

That evening Lucy passed by her roommate on the couch and went straight for the bathroom. She turned on the shower and stripped off her clothes and let them fall to the tile. For a long time, Lucy stared at her reflection until the steam filled the small room and fogged the mirror.

Under the hot water, Lucy scrubbed her body clean and thought back on her trial.

"Action!" Mark had shouted, walking off the set.

Immediately, James stalked forward towards Lucy's bare body, and took her by her shoulders. He was so much larger than her, in height and muscle, and he was able to effortlessly toss her onto the sheets and pillows. When she hit the floor, Lucy's breath was knocked out of her which made the men off-set chuckle. Read more »

Orbital Academy III

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"Four minutes remaining." Missy was sure that the cold robotic voice was speaking directly to her. It didn't matter that she could look to her left or right to see her squaddies climbing the rock wall around her. It didn't matter that the other rookies were sweating, straining, and in pain as they scaled the surface just like she was. No, at this moment as her muscles screamed at her and her vision blurred Missy knew that the cold, metallic voice was aimed solely at her.

One hand up. Look for the hook. Grab. Pull up. One hand up. She let the mantra repeat in her head, trying to ignore the fact that even the slowest of her fellow squaddies had made it to the top. Her arms stung, trembling whenever she pulled herself higher. The joints in her fingers were on fire. She tried to distract herself by doing the math; she was forced up this wall three days a week, and she had been at the Academy for three weeks. Ten times on this hateful surface. On their first attempt, Captain Appet had assured them all that the course would get easier, that they would soon be able to finish the whole course in the twenty minutes. She told them that someday they would find it easy to run the mile, scale the wall, and make it safely through the attack track to grab one of the nine pendants that hung on hooks at the end of the track. Read more »

The Farm, Pt. 1

[m,f]

It didn't take Lucy long to hear, through word of mouth, about the farm five miles out of town. The community college she'd moved to was a in a fairly rural southern town, and there wasn't much around besides the Baptist church on every street corner, and the gas station and grocery store.

Being so small, hardly anyone was hiring, but Lucy had heard the rumors. Girls paid their way through school around here by getting part-time, or even full-time, jobs at the farm. It was taboo, and incredibly risky, but without her dad to help her out, Lucy could see no other choice.

The day she decided to finally look into the farm was the day before Thanksgiving break. A girl in her literature class had been whispering to another right in front of her. Lucy knew the girl's name was Ali, and when Ali pulled out 700 dollars from her wallet to prove it to her friend, Lucy was convinced.

That afternoon when their class let out, Lucy approached Ali and discreetly asked her about the farm. Ali glanced around the two of them and pulled Lucy aside by the forearm. "We can't talk about it here, but if you're serious, meet me in the parking lot outside of the theater building tonight at six." Read more »

Push [MF][BDSM]

I brush the back of my hand over her left cheek to make sure she's no longer trembling. Then I lay it over her lips and wait for her to kiss it before moving two fingers down the side of her neck, to pet her, stroke her—comfort her. I lean down and kiss her on the lips, her right cheek and the cloth the covers each eyelid, my hands sliding down her shoulders to her hips, touching everything in between.

“Are you ready?” I ask it as neutrally as I can, trying to stop any hint of concern or excitement from entering my voice. I imagine I fail.

She just nods, her lips pursed together, being a brave little soldier.

“Alright, but you can say stop any time. I won't be angry. It won't change anything. Okay?”

She nods again, her lips pressed together even more tightly. Read more »

Koneko (OC)

God, she stretched like a cat in the morning. Or a dog, I suppose. Downward dog, they say. Anyway, what she was doing was everything she could to accentuate the dimples above her ass, swelling a supercell in the back of my brain. Hormones, hormones, hormones- The Apollo to my brain’s Olympus. I really wish I was in control sometimes.

She was leaving, picking up her white panties from the ground and giving me a hell of a view in the process. Her tits were just right so that when she was bent, they swung slightly, but maintained a firm point at her constantly-erect nipples (she had some as-yet-unidentified eastern blood, maybe cantonese?). I was horny, but figured it was best to just let her go. My mouth tasted like stale Belmont, and sour breath was one of the few things in this world that can kill my mood. We’d had our fun, anyways. Read more »