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Sisterly Love [MFF] [Short]

It’s your sister. You know I’ve always wanted her, and as she sits across the table from us at the family Thanksgiving dinner, you catch me making eyes at her. I feel a foot press against mine, and I don’t know if it’s yours or hers, but I press back. You reach into my lap and feel my hard cock, and then she winks at me and I know that there are plans in place that I’m not aware of.

Later we’re up in the room that we’re staying in for the weekend, the same one you used to sleep in as a teenager. We’re laying on the bed and we start to fool around. Once we’re naked, you drop down to the foot of the bed and start sucking on my cock. Quietly, the door opens and your sister slips in, naked. Your increased fervor tells me that you know she’s there, but you don’t acknowledge her. She’s a sight to behold, standing at the foot of the bed, sweat glistening off her skin. She watches you blowing me, and then starts touching herself. It’s too much for me to handle, and I shoot load after load of hot cum into your mouth and down your throat. Read more »

To me there’s just something so satisfying about a man wearing shorts that show off his thighs.

To start things off with the basics, I’m bisexual, and [legs](https://previews.123rf.com/images/ververidis/ververidis1512/ververidis151200626/49960540-young-couple-kissing-outdoor-male-and-female-legs.jpg) are basically my favorite body part on both men and women. The entire leg, really, though I like the [thighs](https://www.fitness19.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/photodune-3820002-female-thigh-xs-517×330.jpg) slightly more than the rest, since they’re slightly more fatty than the rest of the leg, and usually when thighs are exposed it means the [shorts](https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0077/0432/products/5-5-stretch-classic-shorts-the-khakinators-5-5-stretch-2_1024x1024.jpg?v=1560378300) (on either sex) or [skirt](https://dimg.dillards.com/is/image/DillardsZoom/nav2/intro-sheri-pull-on-a-line-skort/05693767_zi_ebony_black.jpg)/[dress](https://www.chicos.com/Product_Images/570263353_959_large.jpg?imgPolicy=productLarge) (on women) are above the knee, and above the knee is my favorite length for things.

But women…they already show off their legs enough as is, and have been for years. Plus, since the [70’s](https://2lth8w1uv77536l8d72pqh10-wpengine.netdna-ssl.com/wp-content/uploads/casual-shorts-tops-knit-crop-tank-350×370.jpg) women’s shorts haven’t exactly gotten that much [longer](https://d28m5bx785ox17.cloudfront.net/v1/img/RFwwjwPfSmxBiu5DlgVQX4l_RgkNgTaCMqaTrWCUUVQ=).

But men…their shorts were [as short](https://flashbak.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/mens-shorts-9.jpg) as women’s at first, but went into a really long and baggy [phase](https://i.ebayimg.com/thumbs/images/g/HO4AAOSwzOxcsNy1/s-l225.jpg) in the 90’s/early 2000’s. Below the knees, a few inches away from being pants.

However, more recently, shorts have been [getting shorter](https://www.jcrew.com/brand_creative/2018/0327/201903_0219_short_img0.jpg) for men again. Above the knee and approaching the thighs. Though it’s not super socially acceptable for a man to wear shorter shorts in all areas. While stupid, a lot of men still see it as “too revealing” or “gay.” There’s more or less still an unspoken stigma about men showing knees or thighs. Read more »

I Can Tell

The history behind his eyes, tells me a lot. Long nights waiting for her left him lifeless till the morning. Each day she would charge him up, by sucking his cock like nothing is new. He laid into her desire knowing something is different. Her nude body would lay bare next to his after a lustful night, usually. However those nights are gone as she never comes home anymore. Sweet milk chocolates on the kitchen counter brought wide smiles to innocent lips, usually. However cold dinners persevere themselves as full bellies are hidden from wondering eyes. No dinner yet juicy pussy would take the place but not today. A realization came quick when something new paid attention. So he took refuge in the pussy of Erica. As Lola gave comfort, she bent over letting him unleash his pain. Debbie welcomed his emotion as sticky cum smothered her lips. After all was done, he woke up to a wife he knew but didn’t want anymore.-liviaflair

[f]orced to be used. [M] [str8] [NC] [Public Sex

If the tags aren’t clear, a further heads up before you delve in. This is a non consensual story. Enjoy if you wish!

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His arm was tightly wrapped around her waist before she even realised what was happening. Dragging her into him, her scream was cut off by his other hand covering her mouth. Bucking and squirming in his grasp, she wasn’t giving in. She kicked her legs back against him, only to have him pick her up and shove her into a wall.

Her arms lashed out as she tried to escape while he stood behind her. With her mouth still covered she cried into his hand, thrashing her face about. All it did was make him grip into her tighter, and shove her harder into the wall. The man successfully managing to pin her arms against her.

Still squirming and flailing in sheer panic, she could feel his hot breath against the back of her neck. He barely even registered her escape attempts. Not even flinching as she twisted and whined. One strong arm pinned her to the wall, with his full wait pressing into her. While the other still clamped over her mouth. Read more »

Desperate girls (OC) audio reading.

[**https://soundcloud.com/user-305497354/desperate-girls**](https://soundcloud.com/user-305497354/desperate-girls)

**I’ve recorded a few audios doing readings of things I’ve written in the past as a fun little experiment during my tumblr days and thought maybe I’d share in here. Hope it’s enjoyed.**

Truth or Dare

She held the key tightly in her hand and pressed the silver button – like a switchblade revealing, nervously tracing her fingers back and forth over the jagged edges of the firm steel. It felt good in her hand. Traffic wasn’t bad for a Friday night, but her mind was racing making it difficult to…

Pulling the heavy door open, the smell of queso and beer washed over her – and the sounds of some guy playing a guitar and singing beach tunes echoed from the back corner of the bar. He was rockin’ one of those Hawaiian shirts and working on his ponytail.

Scanning. Scanning. “Fuck – they better be here.” And then a familiar smile followed by a hand waiving her over to their table.

“You’re late. That’s gonna cost you,” he grinned.

“I’m not late. You were early. And besides,” she shot back, sliding her hand in the air from her shoulders to her waist “wasn’t it worth the wait?”

Their friends laughed as the waitress approached to bring the four of them upstairs. They grabbed their drinks and followed the woman. The booth was in the back – far enough to still hear the music, but not close enough to be annoyed by it. Perfect. Read more »

Your hands.

As you held my face in your weathered hands,

I savoured the touch of your calloused palms.

Hands that brought me untold pleasures,

They held the key to forbidden treasures.

Fingers traced cold, pale, freckled skin,

Stoking the fire you ignited within.

Caressing the snow covered peaks of my chest,

Fanning the flames that now burned in my breast.

Blood ablaze, rushing to the surface,

To greet your touch as it fuels the furnace.

Sparking a chain reaction like a Molotov

In the bud of my rose and the petals of –

the flower that blooms in those delicate flames.

I combust like a firecracker, calling your name.

I fly high, a phoenix rising from the ashes.

But the embers still glow as the firestorm passes.

Blazing a trail to undiscovered lands,

That’s what you did with your beautiful hands.