Root Canal Relief (l o n g)

One afternoon, I woke up sharply from an unplanned nap to a searing pain in my back molar. The hot, focused agony was unique in its strength. I’ve certainly felt sensitivity in my teeth before (a childhood spent loving sweets taught me all about that), but this was clearly different.

I rushed to the bathroom and downed 4 Extra Strength Bayer, the cool tap water causing a fresh sting on the way. I breathed sharply through clenched teeth. This was a nightmarish pain that I needed immediate care for. I did a long, thorough rinse with Listerine and that helped a bit, but it was evident I needed medical attention.

I pulled out my phone and ran a search for nearby dentists. Through some miraculous stroke of fortune, I had only recently acquired dental insurance through my job. Despite the pain I was feeling, this revelation caused me a needed emotional boost.

The search had found a few well-rated dentists nearby, but in my post-nap, ache-plagued disorientation I had failed to notice that it was 5:30. Nearly all of these were closed. One had hours until 6:30, so I grabbed my keys and rushed out the door.

When I was fantasizing, I started writing

I´m sitting here, dreaming of you.

Dreaming of your scent and your flavor.

Feeling the warmth of your body,

pressed against mine.

Your fingers sweeping across my skin,

lightly touching.

Electrifying spikes tickling through my body,

Giving rise to lustful thoughts.

Thoughts of you exploring, stimulating.

Your hand wandering further down,

gripping tightly what it finds.

Your lips are kissing my neck.

Your hand is slowly moving up and down,

still holding what it grabbed.

Your breath is flying over my skin.

Fireworks of sensation,

running through my body.

Wondering lips finding what has been held.

Heavy breathing,

faster movements.

Pulsating relief.

unique reactions

when he calls someone a fuckface the first thing i can think of is “i wish you would fuck my face”. i see his big hands and automatically think “god just choke me”. when he tells someone to get fucked i immediately think “yes please”.

my mind has no non-sexual space for him. every time i think about him or see him or hear him all i can imagine is his big tall self on top of me, crushing me and crashing into me over and over again while whispering filthy shit in my ear about how much of a dirty slut i am for liking to be treated like that.

or perhaps bending me over a table and pounding me from behind while locking my arms behind my back and pulling my hair roughly, growling while i drool all over the place and cum against my will, as he uses that fact to humiliate me even more, which only turns me on more, in a never-ending cycle.

Tantalizing Toppings E03 by Saucy Kitten Stories [Succubus] [M/F] [Blonde Bombshell]

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Adam was just getting ready to turn in for the night when his doorbell rang. Glancing at the clock, he hesitantly checked out the peephole in the door to find a girl in the delivery outfit for Tantalizing Toppings outside, sans pizza.

“Are you Adam?” She said as soon as he opened the door. Her blonde hair fell in soft lines around her shoulders, a cute cut of side bangs hiding one of her blue eyes.

“Yeah,” he said to her chest. They were comically large, the biggest tits he’d ever seen in his life. He wasn’t sure how they found a shirt big enough to stuff them into, but it looked like it was going to break any moment and send buttons flying all over his walkway.

“Ohoh, you *are* a lewd pervert! And here I thought Nelly was just a prude.” She walked into his living room without waiting for an invite. Closing the door behind him, he turned to stare at her ass jiggle under her skirt. *Could you even call that a skirt?* Adam thought absentmindedly.

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Mojave [mf][outdoors][oral][connection]

I took you to the California desert, even though we barely knew each other. If someone asked, obviously it was a date. A first date. But we felt no need to discuss it. For some inexplicable reason, your skin felt so familiar to me. I liked standing close to you when we found ourselves in each other’s presence, which happened more and more lately. If we brushed, no big deal. You didn’t move away. Actually you leaned a little closer.

We parked at the side of the road a couple of miles in. You moved so comfortably in the sun. The expanse in every direction didn’t intimidate you. When you drank from the water bottle, three diamond drops fell onto your neck, and I thought it might be the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

We smiled and laughed as we walked, while our eyes carried on a completely different conversation in the silences. Neither of us looked away. There was no awkward nervousness. That’s odd, you know. Or at least unusual. Something was twining around us, and the rest of the world was falling away.

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Just for a Few Minutes

“It’s just for five minutes,” he said, kissing you on the forehead and patting your cheek gently.

You were beginning to regret asking him to surprise you with something risky as he hooked the cuffs securely to the closet rod.

You realized the tape was beginning to chafe and you wanted him to know, but the gag turned it into a low moan out of your nose. Struggling, your naked body brushed ticklishly against the row of suits in his closet even as you watched him smile at you before closing the closet’s door but leaving it slightly ajar. The shuttered panes of the door painted a zebra pattern of white light and dark shadow on your skin even as the telltale sound of a car pulling into the driveway made you excited with fright.

But the door opened again and his hand reached in, caressing your cheek with your vibrator before moving lower. “Open,” his whispered voice was in a hurry as it echoed in and you obliged, spreading your legs as he gently nudged the vibrator into you. You were grateful it wasn’t on yet.

“Now be quiet, dear, or your mother will catch us. Oh, and no dropping it.”

Escape

Taking small breathes, I looked up in to the darkness as the bartender poured vodka on my anal. The stripper from the stage pinched her nipples then came towards me. Hands tied behind my back, my belly felt the cold marble of the bar. Liquor kept flowing as the bartender gave into his wicked dreams. My anal sat open like a gift, as he pushed his balls firmly in. The warmth of his sack became the star as the stripper sucked my cock. I surrendered my domanice in our sensual play until the lights became dim. Saliva dripped from my cock as she walked away with a smile. The rope became invisible then he shoved his cock in my mouth. No escape to escape as the curtain came down in front of our audience.

Sister-In-Law Sleeping Seduction

My wife Julia has been fairly estranged from her Mom for large parts of her life. They’ve always just rubbed one another the wrong way and have found it best to keep a safe distance between them. Still, a few times a year we’ll make the trek out to see her Mom and Julia’s half-sister, Autumn.

Last August, Julia and I begrudgingly opted to make the hour-long drive to attend her Mom’s 50th birthday party. We weren’t jazzed about it, but felt we should get in our time now and maybe skip Thanksgiving there in a few months.

It was sticky hot that day. Julia’s mother Anne lived in a cookie-cutter neighborhood just on the city side of the boonies. It was simultaneously nice and trashy. Regardless, she had an in-ground pool which was heavily occupied with party goers due to the late summer mugginess. After Julia and I grabbed a few beers, we made our way to the edge of the pool. That’s when Autumn emerged from the water, lighting up at our arrival.