Summer Heat [MMF]

“Oh my god, it is so HOT,” Ashley groaned, leaning back in her chair, frantically fanning herself with a binder. Sweat rolled down her bronzed skin, soaking the white tank top she was wearing. Her dark brown hair, long enough to reach the middle of her back, was rolled into a tight bun to combat it frizzing and wiltering in the intense heat.

Ashley was a nineteen year-old college student, major currently undeclared. Against her parent’s wishes, she had decided to live off-campus this semester, sharing a house with two roommates. What her parents didn’t know, and what would have almost certainly made them forbid her from her current living situation, was that her roommates were both boys. Ashley preferred it that way, though. She had always been a tomboy growing up, and living with a group of girls made her uncomfortable – for some reason she never felt like she really fit in with other girls, always feeling more at place talking to boys. And besides, Mike and Jared were both boys that she had been close friends with growing up, it’s not like they were complete strangers.

Tied [MF]

He wakes up and finds himself alone in bed. He gets up to check if she left. Stepping out of the bedroom, he finds her standing in the kitchen. She’s in her black babydoll, satin flowing over her curves, barely covering her delicious ass. She’s dicing tomatoes by the kitchen sink. She opens the cupboard overhead and grasps for a bowl; she’s too short. Standing on her toes, she reaches again, higher. Her babydoll is pulled up. He glimpses her lace pink panties hugging her ass; his favorite pair. He approaches her stealthily and holds her body from behind.

“Morning.” His arms wrap around her abdomen, his palms resting on her groin.

“Hey you.” She turns her head to the side and kisses his cheek quickly.

He extends his tongue and slides it over her neck slowly. His tongue reaches her earlobe.

“I’m cutting the…” He takes her earlobe between his lips and starts sucking on it slowly.

The knife slows down as it slices through the tomato skin. She closes her eyes enjoying his touch.

“Ouch!” She flinches. The knife dipped into her skin; a bleeding finger. He sees a small drop of blood oozing out from the tip of her index finger.

[FF] Before dawn, tired lust

How did we even get here? There was the club: neon and cheap vodka and lipstick in the cracked mirror. Then the bus ride. The city lights smeared lines of gold. Then a café, tea for Holly, coffee for me. A drunk with a bible gets freebies from the Greek sandwich jockey. Punks and hipsters make an uneasy truce by the jukebox. Ah now I remember. She says I should stay over. I stay over at Holly’s a lot these days.

The balcony. Small, a potted rosemary tries to become a tree. Basil, oregano, marjoram, overlap and interlink, savoury perfume. There is rain coming in. Undercloud glows like the cherry of a lucky strike. Holly hands me a gin. Sharp lemon, bitter tonic, sweet Bombay. Fizzle and snap on my dozy lips.

Then her lips. I didn’t see that coming. I like to pretend I’m innocent. Don’t you? She isn’t there and then she is. We are touching, finding places to put down the tumblers. Mustn’t spill. What would our mothers think? I have a skirt and a tee, she leggings and crop. She is short. She kisses my top lip with hers, then the bottom. Her hand moves up my leg. I cup her through her skinsuit.

Mother May I Part 2

Dear Diary

Life has been spectacular since that first night I felt my sons cock inside me. We have been together ever since and he even moved back home so that we could be together more. His room has stayed the same, but he spends every night in my bed with me. We cuddle, have dates, and every night we crawl into bed and he eats my pussy like a good boy and fucks me until we both cum so fucking hard.

Tonight was my birthday, I decided to have a big bash with all my friends and throw a Porn Star Pool Party! I got a Butler in the Buff to serve drinks, and we all dressed in slutty clothes and bathing suits with huge porn star hair and makeup. It was fantastic, 40 of my closest friends showed up, the men wore speedos and the women wore practically nothing, many of us went completely topless and we had a drunken pool party to celebrate my 45th.

Amrita [BDSM] [MF] [Stat]

She was prying the jewel out of the statue’s eye when she heard footsteps coming from outside the vault.

*Shit,* she thought. It sounded like at least three guards. Big fat eunuchs with big fat clubs. And there she was, a thief with a few levels in bard.

She couldn’t fight them. She couldn’t hide. There weren’t any chests or piles of coins to burrow inside. It was one of the smaller vaults: all it had were smutty statues. Fortunately she had a plan.

She swallowed the jewel. The client had insisted she not touch it with her bare skin but there was no other way to take it with her. The plan did not involve pockets. She peeled off her clothes and put them on a mannequin. They looked strange on the mannequin (the thief was quite a bit heavier) but that wasn’t her problem anymore. She got on her knees, cupped her breasts, and bit down on a little glass pill. The potion tasted like pistachios.

[MM][Republicans] The Running Mate

**Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.**

This story takes place in a 100% fictional world.

Ronald Grump looked longingly into Spike Mense’s eyes from below as he begged on his knees for Mense to accept the VP job. He knew there was a very slim chance Mense would agree but he had to try all the same. He needed Mense’s respectably uptight demeanor to balance his campaign, and spending so many nights in close proximity to the big P, and Mense, was an added bonus. He needed it so bad he would do anything, and Mense saw the need in his eyes.
Mense grabbed Ronald’s toupee to take charge of the situation but not even milliseconds later Mense was surprised to find Ronald’s head moving towards his bulging pants without Mense’s assistance. This was something he wasn’t used to. He always had to force people to blow him so this eagerness was a welcome surprise. Ronald appeared eager to get his zipper undone and see what he would be playing with. Once his hands maneuvered his pants open Mense could see Ronald’s excitement plain as day.

[FM] We fuck in vivid hypercolour

The sunset burns peach through the horizon smog. It gives way to oceanic blue, then black with the love spot of Venus.

We run. Lean, hot bodies. He pushes me against the wall when we are home. Spare change and keys make gamelan as the fall from the side table. His hand moves to my mound as his tongue enters my mouth. I shudder, shrink, smile, feel small beside him. I part my legs. He rubs me through a layer of Lycra and a layer of black cotton. I keep one hand on his chest, like I am keeping away, like I want him to be gentle. Yeah right.

My free hand goes to his shorts. He is hard. He is thick. I can’t get over it. Three years and still every time I touch him I gasp like I’ve been told bad news. He is bad news. He is good news. My eyes flash catlike in the weight of the purple dusk. It’s like the bottom of the sea it’s so humid. He is the anglerfish and I always go straight for the lure.* I take his shaft, stroke it. He puts his hand in my panties. His fingers sink into my bush, spread my lips. Ok. Volume volume turn up the volume.