Thoughts on if this. Should I write more?

I write for fun and ended up with this short piece of work that i did as a request from a friend that’s too far away to touch. Ended up being a really fun exercise in writing. She loved it and I wasn’t sure if this is something that would be worth expanding.
I find most of these tend towards the female perspective because that is also the reader and tried to play to my audience but stuck with the male perspective. Let me know, any constructive criticism is welcome.

I smiled as I lay there that night, staring up at the ceiling, sounds of the city filtering through the sound of her breathing. It had a small crack that ran from one wall across the corner and to the next. My smile widened as she unconsciously nuzzled further under my arm. It felt good, just…right.

I don’t know what I expected when I walked into the bar that night, but it wasn’t this. I’m not what you would call a bar person, but when you see a place called the Rabbit Hole, well, sometimes you just have see how deep it goes. My mind drifted into that space between being awake and sleep, thoughts the color of dreams. And I remembered.

Darkness [MF4F]

This is a fantasy piece involving Mizz, my sexy ebony wife, myself and an unexpected guest. Mizz enjoys restraint and feeling helpless, especially when more than one cock is involved. Although this is a fictional tale if you enjoy it I will be more than happy to share our real adventures in the future.
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Waiting in your hotel room only dressed in your sexy little black nighty. You lay on the bed as per instructions for me. Blindfold on and ready for our encounter to begin. The time is dragging, the clock on the wall clicks off the seconds which become minutes as you await my arrival. Your mind drifts to the conversations and events that led to this. 

As you cross that plain of desire and imagination I come in and hook you to the bed with my leather restraints. I lay on top of you so you can’t move and to make sure you feel my rock hard cock pressing through my pants. I lean in, my head close to your ear. I can smell the desire and lust radiating off your body.

“You’re not going anywhere” I whisper.

Orgies in the Chinese countryside. Story 1

I live in a T88 “city”. And by that I mean a real t88 city and not some bs t3 that most of you thing its t88. There is literaly nothing to do here – aside ktv and some “bars”. I work as the foreigner manager for a big corporation. I make good money and have been given a permanent room at the 5 star hotel here. It is pretty sweet gig to be honest and I will stay here for the foreseeable future. I work maybe 4-5 hours a day and the rest of the time I am out and about.

In this series of posts I will describe how I start getting involved and start participating in orgies in t88 nongcun.

These arent orgies with models etc but with primarily married women and ayis and secondarily rainies. Now let me talk about each group:

Lunch date [Rough, MF]

This is the first time I have shared my writing publicly. I usually write to specific people, this is one of my first stories.

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It’s a normal weekend at our house. It’s a little past noon, we are both off, and I’m in the kitchen about to make us some lunch when I see you walk by in front of me.

You’re wearing this tied up black shirt and jeans since we are going out lunch. After seeing you, I begin to breath a little harder, seeing you dressed up like that reminds me of the last time I saw you in what you are wearing.

The last time, we ended up passing out after hours of rough/passionate sex. I get an idea and walk over to you and turn you to me.

“Oh, hello…” I hear you say as I get close to you, pushing you against our kitchen counter. Your lower back pressed against the cool counter, my hands on each side of you, I whisper “Hello…” As I begin to kiss your ear.

Are Girls right?

byAbsintheRose©

“There’s gonna be chicks right?” Jake, one of my best friends yammered from the passenger seat for the millionth time since we left my house to head to a keg party.

“Jake dude, I have no fucking idea, I didn’t throw this party, I didn’t invite people.” I replied.

He looked at me for a second considering this then pulled a cigarette from his pack, lit it and said, 

“Okay, but there better be chicks there.”

I rolled my eyes, of course I was hoping there were girls at this party I’m a 26 year old guy who is unattached, naturally I was hoping to get laid. But I was far less desperate than Jake. 

“Charlie, where the hell is this place?” Jake asked after littering his cigarette butt out the window.

We had left town a few minutes ago and were driving towards the boonies now, where all good keggers took place. 

“It’s at Brandon’s’ family plot outside of town, ya know the one on the edge of the woods.”

Failed rape fantasy [cheat] [MC]

The earthen green nylons tasted extra delectable in Caitlyn’s mouth. As a first time lover, but still a girl, she knew that her wet tongue would send shivers down Mistress Winter’s spine.

While her husband was at work, she stayed home mostly alone. Every other day she complained to him about her loneliness and every other time he snapped back at her about his job and how, he had to work.

She had to do something too. It was coded into her feral allure.

Another shout, another waining declaration of authority impassively deflected in the name of indifference if anything and she did her best to rub two sticks together in hopes of igniting the flame that had initially set their brazen hearts aflutter so many years ago but, this was now and as he began to physically resemble a father, her father, the expectations began to rise making the both of them less appealing to each other despite the effect this tiny form of unattainable passion seemed to have.

And with that thought she felt the release of his loins fill her insides as she did her duty as a woman and carefully tucked herself to bed.

Adventure

I’m laying in bed waiting for the text that says, “alright, I’m here.” I’ve had my hand down playing with my clit long enough to have brought myself to the edge a few times, but I don’t want to cum until it’s with my tight pussy wrapped around your amazing dick.

I get up and throw on my brand new bra with the matching, lacy, black thong. I put on a skirt and a sweater because I know they’ll be easier to gain access to. I text you back, “I’m on my way.”

In my car on the way to where you are, I am imagining all of the things I want to do to you when I get there. I can feel the vibrations of the car between my thighs, and it all becomes too much. I slide one hand up my skirt and push my panties to the side. I am dripping wet from my little fantasies. I slowly circle my fingertip around my clit until I can feel the pressure building up, then I slip down just a little and slide one finger into my pussy. One finger soon becomes two, and I sigh as I imagine it’s your dick filling me. I bring myself right to the edge of orgasm before I stop. I’m turning into the parking lot.

A life with love

I used to teach English at a small New England college. Single, I became attracted to Lois, a new associate professor of American history. A slender brunette with medium-length hair and shapely legs, she liked to dress in the style of the 1940s, with padded shoulders and tight skirts. Usually part of a tailored suit that fit her like a glove, these skirts went below her knees. Although some had short slits, they always kept her legs together. I began watching her from my office window as she walked across campus every afternoon at about 4.

I asked around and learned she was in her early 30s like me, was unattached, and had a master’s from a prestigious women’s college in the same state. One brisk autumn day I got up the nerve to run down the stairs and catch up to her as her high heels clipped along through the fallen maple leaves.

She looked so businesslike from behind, but she turned to greet me with a welcoming smile that made it easy for me to introduce myself. I said I was going the same way and thought it was about time we met. She said she knew who I was too, and had known it would be just a matter of time before our paths crossed.

Once a whore, always a whore [incest][lactation][bdsm]

My eyes lazily snap open as I hear the baby wailing between floors. I roll over to my wife’s empty spot between our silky sheets. She must have went into work early, leaving me alone to pursue our marital errands on my day off. A glance at the digital clock confirms it, it is nearing nine in the morning. Saturday’s used to be spent in fatigued bliss, catching up on sleep from the previous busy week. Janice’s ex husband was in prison again for possession, leaving us with custody of their daughter and her newborn.

I couldn’t resent the new addition to the household, poor Alexa was an eighteen year old high school senior with an addict for a father, and an absent mother who immersed herself in work at an RN at the city’s prestigious cardio center. Janice was a loving mother, but she married young due to an unplanned pregnancy. As her ex climbed down the rabbit hole of addiction, their brunette teenager sought solace in the bed of many. She was forced to grow up and tackle both graduating High School and following in her mother’s foot steps of teenage motherhood.