[MF] It’s been too long (an experiment in original fiction)

(this is my first time posting, and these are raw, unedited thoughts. be kind)

It's been too long. Memory fades. I can barely remember the feel of your body pressed against mine, the scent of your hair, the way you hold me, and how you respond to my touch. And yet, I can't forget, either.

I experience a visceral reaction at the thought of taking your face in my hands and pressing my lips to yours. My lips ache and my mouth begins to water as I anticipate that first electric touch of your lips to mine after so long. The soft, smooth sensation as first they press together. My lips nibble nothing, wishing it were you. My tongue reaches out to touch where your lip would be, pressed between mine. I can taste you, your lips, then your mouth. I feel your velvety tongue respond to mine. A moan escapes, in anticipation of what might be.

I feel that fluttering in my stomach, nervous with anticipation. I grow hard, stiff with desire. My body wants to be pressed against yours, to feel you pressing back. My hips thrust of their own volition, needing to be close to you.

Amongst Trees [mf][bondage]

A warm wind ran through the undergrowth, shuffling leaves and twigs as it went. Cara tugged at her backpack and adjusted the straps which had started to dig in under her arm. She wore a thin plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up, yoga pants, and a pair of sturdy boots. The sun was the perfect early summer mix of hot without being uncomfortable with a slight breeze to take the edge off of it.

Up ahead, Dan was swinging his knife in short strokes to cull some bushes which had smothered the trail they were following. Dan had promised Cara that the trek would be worth it and thus far he had not been wrong. The woods were quiet and calm, devoid of mosquitoes and other treacherous pests, an idyllic setting for what was about to take place.

Abruptly Dan paused. His beard and brow were soaked in sweat, the pack on his back hung heavy. Using the blade of his knife he peeled back a few remnants of the prickers which he had cut away.

“There.”

Watching Your Wife With Another Man – [MF][BDSM]

Author’s note: This isn’t an indictment on open or poly relationships, simply a story meant to tell one couple’s experience, which—like with monogamous, monogomish, or really any other relationship configuration you can form—comes with its own unique set of challenges and triumphs. And, I swear, there's a happy, sexy ending. I promise. As always, I hope you enjoy.

There are things in life that you will never plan, but still have to live with anyway. You’ll think, as you drive the familiar road as if by rote, that this is just another one of those things that must be muddled through, one step at a time. You’ll be so sure that—once you’re in the middle of it—it won’t be so hard.

You will, of course, be wrong.

The car’s silence will irk you—you need noise at the best of times, if just to drown out the nagging reservations you’ll have left unspoken.

Because you love her.

You’ll flip on the radio with more impatience than required. You won’t know quite why. And because Fate hates you, an inappropriate story will be on. The one about the preacher or the politician’s aide doing something they weren’t supposed to. Involved in things they would’ve been better off not touching.

The Presidential Erection: An Erotic Republican Love Story

Ben Carson looks longingly into the mirror of his hotel bathroom. He picks a grey hair out of his beard and notices the bags under his eyes in a rare moment of peace and reflection the doctor used to relish before major surgeries. He hasn’t felt that rush, that in the zone, in a long time. He’s no longer behind the spotlight, a team of nurses at his back — the spotlight’s now on him, he’s the one being dissected by the media and political schemers. An ache of loneliness sinks in his chest, if only he could have a connection with another person, just the physical touch and smile from a friend.

A memory flashes through Ben’s mind that makes him smile. Hours earlier, he and Donald Trump clasped hands in front of the nation during the debate; then Donald touched the small of his back… and lingered there, if only for a second.

Tonight’s the night, a voice in Ben stirs as he meets his eyes in the mirror.

Tonight’s the night, the doctor echoes as he pulls the blowdryer from the wall, crouches to the floor, and aims it at his freshly scrubbed asshole.

A Very Sweet Dream

Laying under the bed whilst he's on his side jacking off in his sleep. I'm waiting for him to come all over my boobs. It's making me so hot and wet. He comes, arching his back and moaning in his sleep. I can't help but moan too as his cum hits my boobs, some even flying up to splash my mouth, face and hair. I'm in bliss. My moan wakes him though. I'm rubbing his cum into my skin, and he reaches down and kisses me fair and square on the mouth before pulling me up off the floor and into bed. He hooks my ankles over his shoulders and pounds me like no tomorrow. I'm biting his neck and he groans so hard as I start screaming against his neck as I orgasm. He shoves into me just a few more times as my orgasm triggers his. He collapses on me and we both struggle to catch our breath and stop shuddering at the intensity of it. Who knows how much time we stayed there, but finally, we get up and join each other in the shower, washing each other so neither is without the water too long. Out, dry, and back off to bed. What a two am wake up call!!!

Let Me Tell You What I Want

I want you, all of you, but mostly right now I want you in me. I want to be watching a movie or playing games with you, and then to ever so slightly feel the sexual tension rise. Starting with a few little kisses, that turns into a hungry lusting make out session, getting more and more heated to the point where our hands are all over each others bodies, tracing and rubbing each others skin, grabbing onto each other as our need for release gets higher and higher until one of us breaks, and we trail kisses down each others necks, sucking and licking, until we cant take being clothed anymore, and we rip each others clothes off as fast as possible so we're not apart for too long. Kissing the entire time, moving together so one of us is hovering above the other. Say, me, staring down at you with a cheeky devilish look in my eye, ready to tease you and pleasure you. By this point we'd both be pretty much naked, and sitting above you I would be able to feel your hard dick pushing up onto my clit without any need to move it, knowing that if I moved my hips a certain way it would just slip right in. but I don't do that because I want to tease you. I’d sit there for a little longer, rubbing your dick up and down between my clit and my pussy so you can feel how wet I am, before I move down, nibbling and licking and kissing your collarbones and neck, giving you goose bumps. Moving further down and teasing your nipples a little, raising the tension even higher, before I reach your cock. But I don't touch it, I move further down to your balls and I take one in my mouth and one in my hand and I tease them both, sucking and massaging with my tongue, rolling it around, and then swapping, before going back to your cock. And licking in one single stroke all the way up your hard length, before swirling just the tip around with my tongue, but still never touching it with my hands, just teasing you and bringing the tension even higher, hoping to eventually make you beg me to suck it, and put the entirety of your hard cock in my mouth. And so I would, deep throating it until I cant anymore. That’s when I would come up and kiss you, and then sit up, moving my hips so they’re positioned right, and circle the tip of your dick around my pussy so it gets wet too, because I’m dripping and wanting. Eventually I ever so slowly lower myself onto your cock, slow enough that we can feel every little movement as your dick enters me. Soon enough I would start grinding up on you, so I’m moving around your dick and stimulating my clit at the same time. After a little I’d move to long movements, so the entirety of your dick feels my tight pussy going up and down. I would then use one hand to massage my own clit, and soon enough it would feel so good having your hard sexy dick inside me, and me massaging my clit that my pussy would start instinctively tightening around your dick, making it even better for you. I’d know you wouldn’t be able to cum from this just yet, so I’d move off you and raise my ass in the air for you, so you can take me from behind, and pound me relentlessly. It would feel so good I wouldn’t be able to help but moan in cries of sheer pleasure, feeling you slam into me over and over again would make me lose all inhibitions as the incredible feeling just crashed over me. I’d flick my ponytail onto my back and you would grab it, pulling my hair so the feelings of pain and pleasure mix into an indescribable feeling of what can only be interpreted as nirvana. Massaging my ass cheeks rhythmically and slapping them too, we would both inch toward climax at an increasingly fast pace, the thrusts getting deeper and stronger, breathing becoming heavy and fast, my moans getting loader and loader until they were screams of "fuuck" and "yess! Please! Fuck me harder!” Soon I would start massaging my clit again and my pussy would tighten around your even harder dick, unable to keep a reasonable resistance anymore, I allow myself to cum on your dick while you continue to thrust into me, feeling my pussy tighten and tighten and then release as I cum. I’d tell you to cum yourself, and finally given the release, your thrusts would get even harder as I readied myself for the best part of sex- when you fuck to cum. the insanely passionate thrusts would become ragged and all rhythm would be lost as you came, strings of pleasure you’d been holding in making you burst at the seams. Your body shuddering and breathing ragged, as you held me against you while you finished emptying yourself into me, and then slowly pulling out, still hard as fuck.

The Hot Tub [MF]

It’s late as I walk out the door and step out onto the hardwood of the back porch with just a towel on. In the cool night air, there’s only one porch light on leaving the area lit with a subtle dim glow. The day was hard and now I’m just looking forward to relaxing. As I walk across the smooth red wood approaching the hot tub I peer out into the night sky and admire the stars glistening in the darkness. I approach the control panel on the corner and check the temperature of the water. Content that the temperature will suffice, I flip the switch of the cover remover and watch the water start to appear as the cover slips away. Steam rises into the cool night air, misting in the dim light. Removing my towel and placing it on the corner of the tub, I climb up the step over the side and slide into the warm water. My body relaxes, every muscle getting used to the temperature of the water. Around me above the water of the tub steam continues to mist, seen only by the light in the bottom of the tub and porch light. Everything past the porch is lost to the night as I recline back sinking into the tub. After a few seconds, my face is now the only part of my body that feels the cool air. Closing my eyes, I let a soothing breath escape my lips.

Trying to remember a story i read on literotica. It was about a white construction worker and a black girl who ran away from home i think.

Ok so what i remember in order of what it happens is the main girl is on a bus i think listing to music and all she basically has is her clothing, ipod, and shoes. She comes into this town and is allowed to stay at the church when she stumbles into the chapel to get out of the rain.

She sleeps in the back room and eats a sandwich and i think the next day helps set up for the big church dinner where she meets the main guy. HE is white, tall, and an architect/contractor and somehow she goes home with him, i think he offers to let her crash there for a while.

After that i don't remember much other than they talk, there is a scene of him working on a trailer at his work site, showing her the house and talking about how he built the house and the granit counter top. Then there is a sex scene in the kitchen, his old GF comes in and tries to break him and the main girl up. Then the church burns down for some reason and the main girl runs away and goes back to her home to get back in contact with her family. And either he goes to find her or she comes back to him after a while and happy ever after.

[Poem] Our Night

Twilight gave the snow a soft glow in the waning sunlight. I stood there thinking in the park, walking to my loft Thoughts of wondering if you'd be there waiting….for me. The plans we made for this evening, just us and that warm loft.

Windows overlooked the same park this time with streetlights aglow From the nook I could see you walking up to my loft Your soft walk the kind that makes me want to follow you everywhere I have to smile knowing what is to come

I turn on some music, this jazzy, trip-hop, hip-hop and soul sound Soft yet erotic, female vocals over the beats The loft is warm for this chilly, winter night, snow starts to fall again. You'll be in here any moment, this is our night.

There is a knock, and I open up the door I say, "Welcome Domina, welcome home." With that you smile, kiss me on the cheek I close the door, this is our night, and ours alone.

My Client’s Kink [Str8][prost]

I have an in-office escort service where I meet my clients dressed as a professional, usually computer consultant. My working name is Victoria Lovejoy. My uniform is a tight pencil skirt, chiffon blouse and high heeled patent leather shoes. The sexy secretary look works for me. I charge five hundred dollars an hour and typically pull in three thousand dollars a week. Between the money and flexible schedule, life in Manhattan is pretty good. These are my stories.

A corner glass office high in the sky is a coveted piece of real estate in Manhattan reserved for senior executives. It means a man has made it to the top. Cosmo Papadopoulos is one of those men. He wears a gold coin pinky ring like a mafia-type wise-guys but he’s an old world man with a thick Greek accent, though he is a man of few words. He’s also a senior vice president of an investment banking department for one of America’s largest banks. Cosmo is an easy client. He also has a kink.