Your cock overtakes us, faggots: we are insects compared to this Burj Khalifa tower, but perverse insects and stuck in the veneration of your powerful virility. As soon as you give your orders in your deep and uncompromising male voice, I plunge my slutty face into your pubic area. I still want to sniff that strong smell of a rutting male, before I start licking the base of your filthy mast. Huge drops of precum whip my face, fill my mouth and nose, and I revel in the sweet, intoxicating taste you allow us to smell. Then I lick a vein so swollen that my small but thirsty mouth can’t reach it. I feel the blood flow and beat between my lips, almost painfully, but I like this pain, which shows that the man is you. The male, the colossus, the monument of virility, the royal cock to be worshipped. I feel the strength of your finger pressing my ass easily. Even your finger is gigantic: it must be the size of your buddy’s cock. I feel how much i’m your slave, and all my desire is to fit my slutty body on your powerful virility!!
Category: eroticliterature
A Summer Night In [F/F][BDSM]
A warm June night; an empty house courtesy of Ciára though the stripper pole won’t be used this night anyway though I am sure Marie as the only guest in this empty home would be more than flexible to try it. This night has been a build-up of repressed sexual tension over the months, from stories, interactions with each other and the usual sexual shenanigans that come from being friends with our particular social group, thus this is going to be long and drawn out to the very limits of both involved. When Marie arrives for the night, there will be the normal warm welcome and showing off of one’s home, a glass of white wine perhaps to heighten the mood that goes with the friendly banter and chatting of this and that before the atmosphere of the room shifts. Like the snap of fingers, Ciára’s demeanour switches and she gives a single command to strip, her tone and facial expression brooking no argument, Marie her cheeks flushed from both the wine and her taught on what the night entitled would just nod and follow the command, the positions for the night set and clear now. Ciára would just smile and lean against the counter, sipping at the wine occasionally while watching the show and enjoying the control she had over another as well as the sight of Marie. Those unneeded clothes were tossed aside quickly, t-shirt, skirt, bra and panties till she stood fully nude in all her tender beauty before Ciára, biting her lip while resisting the urge to just hop the alluring large busted woman before her. Ciára on the other hand took her time, running her eyes over every inch of Marie, savouring the moment before nodding and beckoning with her finger as she headed upstairs for the real fun now with Marie in tow.
[MF] Never dance with the devil.. (part I)
NOTES: includes gang violence, drugs, alcohol, possible blood, and NonCon. But this is a very realistic RP, so no tentical, weird anime shit, nothing. NOT for the faint of heart, it is based off events that are probably happening right now (at least the first half).
His name was Baby Esterly. Yes, you heard that correctly, B-A-B-Y. His friends and others made up some random name because he was always being made fun or for it, it was Tommy. But his mother always stuck to his government name, Baby. His father left when he was little, it was common when your born on the south side of Chicago. He was raised by his mother, he had nothing but respect for her. She had a bit of a drug froblem though. She was always doing lines, or had a pipe in her hand but a hard working individual, putting food on the table. Eventually she wiped the table and put the pipe down, but for every year she was sober her sons heart got darker. She lost all her jobs by the time her son was 15. (PS. This is not leading to incest) he had a 4.6 GPA, he wanted to go to the United States Military Academy and to become a Army Officer under Special operations. His mother always said that he’s gonna go to Harvard, or Yale and take the hardest classes and be something great, but now he was the man of the house, he had to put food on the table.
Tales from Starship Rimshot. ANDROID SUSIE FALLS IN LOVE
Android Susie Falls in Love with Polly
No human ever expects to win the heart of a machine. While visiting Alastair and Jenny aboard Starship Rimshot, Polly was left alone in a room with a housekeeper droid named, Susie. Polly sat quietly reading a book, while Susie washed dishes, vacuumed, then dusted and sorted, Alastair’s collection of cannabis pipes and jars of weed. After completing these chores, Susie sat in a chair close to Polly, and stared longingly at the human female. As if unconsciously fidgeting her hands, android Susie caressed a device which looked very much like a vibrator. Susie turned the device on and off several times, caressing it and letting the vibrating unit jiggle her bronze breast-plates.
Polly did not know how to respond.
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Primal Corruption [Breeding] [Mind Break] [Monster]
All your life you never thought of yourself as one to settle down. In fact the very idea repulsed you. To become a mere housewife for a man and nothing more? “What a pathetic waste of a life.” you thought to yourself.
So against your parents wishes you did everything you could to go against that life. You went to college, made sure to make a name for yourself as one of the brightest students in your field. Started your career and kept building upon it. It was all going exactly as you wished.
Until you met him.
Unlike the other men you had went to bed with he had an aura about him that made you tremble just from standing near his imposing figure. It wasn’t the aura of an honest man or even a deviant man, but that of something truly primal. Like an animal who’s eyes scanned your body as if it was bare naked and looked upon you as little more then prey.
It scared you.
And it aroused you like nothing else ever did.
And so going against the rational part of your mind you went to bed with him.
Needy
So hungry for your cock. She needs you to tie her to the bed and tease her. Kiss her hard, deep, biting her lip. Handle her roughly, hold her tight enough to leave bruises. She needs you to suck and bite her nipples, then kiss your way lower, and deny her your mouth on her pussy at the very last second.
She needs you to make her beg for your cock inside her, to feel you slide it along her pussy lips and pull away again, make her whimper in disappointment.
Then slap her, squeeze your hands around her neck and call her a slut and a whore for being so needy.
She’s so hungry.
You start to tease her again, squeeze her ass, pinching her nipples, forcing her to suck on your fingers.
“You need me so much, don’t you little one?” You whisper.
She nods, eyes wide, pleading. Sucks on your fingers harder.
“Good girl,” you murmur, stroke her hair lovingly before lining yourself up and pushing inside her.
Your fingers muffle her moans as you wreck her tight little pussy.
(M)y Best Friend Surprise (pt. 2)
I stopped breathing for a hot second, “wait… what the fuck!?!?” I ask, still unsure if Kyle my lifelong friend just asked me what I thought he asked me…
Kyle smirked, “you heard me… don’t make it weird bro… I’m just curious what it tastes like… I promise I won’t say anything… it’ll stay just between us…honestly…”
I continued to just stand there, flabbergasted at the request. “Hold on, like… you want want me to cum real quick for you, just so you can taste my cum?!?!”I ask finally, as curiosity began to seep into my mind.
Kyle laughed and rolled his eyes, “bro, just fuckin relax… don’t overthink this… let’s just… let’s go up to your room and watch a porn?” Kyle suggested, and that sounded like a great idea (we actually did this often… just would stay in separate areas and not look at each other)… so I agreed, even though I felt this time was going to be much different.
So, we went up to my room and Kyle quickly got on my computer and started searching… He smirked “perfect!” He said with a big grin as he clicked play on a bi-sexual porn video (something I’ve never watched before) “I think you’ll like this… now…” Kyle says as he walks to my bed “come over here and sit down…just relax and sit down…”
Rediscovering thongs again
I remember being young and picking out underwear, looking through the section with thongs and feeling an excitement come over me. Something completely new, completely foreign to me, but I knew they were like a ticket into what seemed like adulthood. I picked out three that day and went home.
I was so excited to try them on, experience what all the older girls and women were already wearing. I ran up to my room immediately and began undressing. I put one of the thongs on and while somewhat uncomfortable, I couldn’t help feel the rush of excitement come over me again. I felt sexy, I felt confident, I felt empowered. All feelings which were new to me, in addition to the new wedgie like feeling.
I changed out of them, hid them in the back of my underwear drawer and went about my day. Days later I would finally get the courage to wear one, putting a thong under my soffe shorts and doing whatever, likely heading to a friends house like any other day. But wearing that thong for the first time, all day long, was pure excitement. I felt like a sexy woman, like I had grown up instantly. I remember feeling extremely confident and instantly noticing men look at me — even if they weren’t really, it felt like it. And I loved the attention and feeling just wearing a thong gave me.
Foreign Exchange – Part 9 (f/f, m/f)
Allison – 41
“Where the hell is he, Allison?”
It’s Michelle this time. I’m getting stuck of hearing that question so I snap back with a little more anger than I intend, “Fuck if I know. He’s not a dog that comes running whenever I whistle.” I should never have agreed to this.
It’s after 8:00 when we hear him pull into the driveway. That exhaust noise is unmistakably him. Alex swaggers in a couple minutes later and drops his bag of gear on the floor before heading straight down to the basement, ignoring us in the living room.
I march down there and find him digging around in the cooler looking for a beer. “You guys drank my beers too?” he asks when he only finds white claws and lemonades.
I don’t have an answer so I go in the offensive. “We’ve been waiting for over an hour for you to get here.”
“What’re you talking about? I told you I was going climbing.”
“The gym closed almost three hours ago. Where have you been? I called six times.”
Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F/F] Part 17
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*** ***Bella*** ***
I’ve told these bitches to stop asking me to bring back the fuck-days. Laura understood, she seems to be level-headed enough that I didn’t need to drill it through her skull, but Alana is so fucking persistent.
Laura is actively looking for a boyfriend. She knows that she wants one, she’s gotten a taste of adult sex, but all of the guys she’s met online are either just there for a one night stand, a creep, or are trying to have an affair with their significant other. She likes to develop and emotional connection before actually doing the deed, something Alana and I share with her.
We were having lunch one day and she seems more depressed than normal.
“I can’t seem to find a good man,” she moaned as her face hid behind her hands. “Do you know any?”
“Laura, I don’t really go out and talk to a lot of single men,” I replied, “the guys at the gym are just after my body, and so are the men in the beach or the pool. The only other guy I talk to is Victor, and even then we don’t talk as much. I talk to Raissa more than I talk to him.”