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Married professor [fantasy] [tease] [domination] [submission] [brat] [rough]

I’ve always found older men attractive, despite my friends giving me weird looks when I call 55-year-old men sexy. Though, none have truly gotten to me the way my current editing professor has. I find myself daydreaming about all the compromising situations I could get into with him more often than I should. He’s looks to be about 54, he has a goatee and salt and pepper hair. For an older man, he is quite in shape and gives off a very dominant aura which I love to incorporate in my fantasies. Furthermore, he is a married man. Now, I would never do anything in real life but being a seductive little slut gets me hot so that only serves to increase his allure to me. Anyways here’s one of my fantasies: (names have been changed to protect the innocent, and not so innocent.)

I walk into class on a typical Friday, ready to leave as soon as I set down my things as per usual. I’m early by about 10 minutes, it’s just me and my desk partner Steven. He and I lived on the same floor freshman year and get along despite butting heads in class (I don’t always agree with him but I respect a guy who can have intelligent debates). He’s a nerdy kid, the kind you think of when you think forty-year-old virgin and I’ll admit it’s fun to wear suggestive outfits to class and watch his eyes bug out. Read more »

It makes me laugh…[mf][first time][couple]

It makes me laugh when I see people sharing pics with titles that claim “the best ever.” You haven’t had me or my Mister.
It all started with a hug after our first date. We decided to meet at a local coffee shop. He happened to get there before I did and when I saw him two words came to mind, “God Damn.” He’s a handsome and beautiful man. We had a good chat and then we had to go on with our day. When we went for a hug I knew he would squeeze me so I said, “Don’t do it.”
He squeezed just enough and gave that manly groan. That was it. I knew I had to have him. It was then our conversations became dirty and naughty. We had plans. We were going to get a room and do all those things we had talked about. Missouri weather ruined it. Instead of the fucking we had hoped for we went to a burger place and had lunch.
Our third date was when it FINALLY happened. I went to his place on my midday break. He was listening to his music on Pandora. I said, “I totally forgot to ask what it is you listen to and I’m so glad it isn’t country.” He chuckled and said, “I like anything with a good beat.”
He pulled me in close and kissed me. A song came on that’s been etched in my brain ever since. Toes by Glass Animals. When ever I hear this song he comes into my mind. He slowly took my clothes off. Kissing and licking my entire body. With all my clothes off he said, “God you look even better than I had imagined.” I stood there while he explored my body. He had already told me he enjoys having a woman standing naked while he does as he pleases.
He was constantly moving. His hands, his mouth all over my body. He touched parts that caused such pleasure. Did you know the back of your knee can cause intense sensations? I’ve had several orgasm while he’s licked and sucked there. I recommend that to anyone.
He bent me over the couch. He still had all of his clothes on by the way. He just unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. It was bigger than I had hoped for. Perfect length. Perfect width. And it’s all mine. My pussy was so wet and eager for him. He slid deep inside of me and rocked his hips so perfectly. It made me rise up tippy toe and arch my back. He ran his hands up my back and to my shoulders. Gripped there and rammed into me. I was moaning so loudly and rocked back against him. I needed it. I needed him.
He fucked me like that until I was shaking. I couldn’t stand anymore. He laid me down on the couch. He’s still fully clothed by the way. Laid his body on top of mine and slid back inside of me. I almost always have my eyes closed when I have sex. I see shapes and colors. Sometimes bursts of color and lighting. Fireworks really. I saw many fireworks that day. I grabbed the back of his shirt while he pounded into me.
I had several orgasms. He fucked me until I couldn’t take anymore. His shirt had rubbed against my pussy while we fucked and he said he would wear it with pride. And he did. We went to Arby’s and he didn’t change. To anyone else it could have been the remnants of tooth paste, but I knew what it was. Read more »

Mary’s Adventure, Part 1 of 6 [FM]

What follows is part of a story I wrote as a commission. I still write for commissions, DM me for pricing, if interested.

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PROLOGUE Read more »

Married professor blackmailed by janitor [FM] [Blackmail]

My red stilettos spread to opposite ends of a polished oak desk, feeling a layer of goosebumps shudder across my body as I look across the lecture hall that reverberates every gasp and sigh from my parted glossy lips. Although we’re alone I feel a rush for each moan that could ring across the corridors, for each slip of my leggings down the polished oak desk and every gentle breeze from the open windows. I pace my dark red nails across his bobbing curly hair, tracing my way down from my cut down bumps to the jet black stripe that grows into a brown shade as it leads to my pussy. The longer his tongue swirls my clit into an itching pleasure spiral the more I loose control, I’m pretty sure that I lost my knickers and lanyard in the mess but I couldn’t care less. He ceases and looks up at me, “Am I doing good Mrs MacKie”, I only respond by pushing the back of his head into me. Read more »

Deliciously Awkward [MF][Voyeurism]

Her eyes have always haunted me. There is a power within her gaze that was unique to her, or at the very least, I felt unique under her deep scrutiny of me. I haven’t felt the feeling of of her eyes upon me for ages, it has since only haunted me in my long memories of her. Yet, for the first time in what seems like an eternity, I feel that gaze again, her gaze again, and it is like a punch to the gut; my body and soul feel the same, deliciously awkward feeling under the weight of her devouring eyes. That feeling of being stripped bare, visually enjoyed, caressed without permission, and fucked senselessly while the passing crowd goes by unaware.

Anyone that knows her, if you were to ask them, would tell you that her eyes were brown. A few might even go so far to say they were a luscious brown. Either description would be understating it, by quite a lot. From someone that suffered under their scrutiny for days on end, someone that came to know every mote of her irises intimately, I can tell you they are not brown, not even a luscious brown. No, the color of her eyes are a soft amber to get permanently trapped in. Trapped along the shards of fiery agate that line her golden irises. There is only the slightest shape of almonds with her eyes. She rarely decorated them with any eyeliner, and never to my knowledge did she encumbered with mascara, for her lashes were long and thick all on their own. Read more »

Cherry-Red Confidence – Ch 02, in which a reluctant couple’s sexual frustration finally boils over, thanks to too much hot-tub teasing. [MF] [Str8] [A Very Relieving First-Time]

[Original Work] by Explicit Inkwell

[Focuses on: Both him and her, vanilla sex]
[Overall feel: A Very Relieving First-Time]
[For fans of: >!First time experiences, overcoming reluctance and shyness, a simple and believable plot, taking it slow, lots of build-up, teasing, dirty talk, choking, a touch of anal play, vaginal sex, cumming inside, and of course still swimsuits.!<]

Cheerfully she swung open her front door and smiled wide to meet him, a sight he would never tire of – except this time, he found her standing in front of him with nothing but a baggy shirt hanging down over her bare thighs; a sight that he decided he would also never tire of. They embraced before he could comment, lips locked for a brief moment before she spun around and lead him into the house, the oversized shirt swaying with her hips. He stalled to close the door, and by the time he caught up with her in the kitchen she was just starting to pull up her shirt. He watched from behind as she lifted her arms high above her head, stretching her body out, proudly revealing her new swimsuit: a provocative red color, criss-crossing lines of string pulled taught against her back, ending with a rounded curve dipping just above her butt. “Well, what do you think?” Read more »

The Teacher’s Assistant [Mf] [nc]

I sat in class, Algebra. Ugh. I hated Algebra, it was boring and would never be useful in real life. Not to mention the teacher was horrible at teaching it. He seemed to have a personal vendetta against answering questions “look in your book” or “we just went over that, pay attention.” Where the common responses Whenever I asked anything. So I stopped asking, and my grade went down. Well, maybe it went down because of my spite also. But whatever. that’s when the teacher’s assistant first took note of me.

Most of the time he sat behind his desk in the front corner of the room, grading papers or whatever it is teacher assistants do. On the first day of class he introduced himself. He was in college and wanted to be a social studies teacher. He claimed he was a T.A for Mr. smith for some “firsthand experience” or something like that. He never spoke much, and definitely not to me.

Mr. Smith had instructed him to help me, saying my bad grade was bringing down the class average. That was literally one of the questions on the board. Read more »

The smile [M/F] [CREAMPIE] [BARELY LEGAL]

All she had to do was smile, its all it took. A peak of her perfect smile and a flash of her tongue. She had no idea how much i dreamt of her, the girl of my absolute dreams.

She was small, 5’3 with flowing ginger hair, frizzy and wild. Her perky breasts barely hidden by the tight fit tops she wore to class. Her ass was big, and bubbly. It was poorly hidden by the dark blue jeans she wore, in fact they just accentuated her magnificance.

I had seen her around campus, talking to the football team members and all the atheletes. She was way out of my league. We had spoken briefly coming out of our psychology class.

We always sat at the front of our lecture, on opposite sides so we could pull funny faces at each other. We had never really spoken. It was the highlight of my day. She, was the highlight of the day.

All she had to do was smile at me, its all it took for me to talk to her after class and meet up for coffee. Read more »

He gave me all I needed and more [MF]

I peered across the table over the rim of my drink at him, trying to communicate with my eyes that I was ready to leave. We’d had great conversation all night, but I was ready for more. What I had in mind for the night wouldn’t require words.

He got the hint, signalling for the waiter to come over and bring us the bill. We paid and left the restaurant, and as we exited he placed a hand on the small of my back, just above my ass, sending shivers down my spine. Insatiable, I started to get wet with anticipation for what the rest of the night would hold.

The car ride back to my apartment was brutal. We continued conversing, but the air was tight with tension. We caught each other’s eyes a few times, and I could see the same hunger in his that was shining in mine. His hand massaged my thigh, slowly working its way higher, never quite reaching the spot between my legs that was growing wetter and wetter. Once we arrived, no words were exchanged – we immediately made our way to my bedroom. Read more »