At first, I run my tongue up the length of your pussy, slowly making my way to your clit. I let the tip of my tongue glide over your swollen clit. Your taste makes me weak and I take a deep breath – warm air rushes over your clit. Finally, I take your clit into my mouth – rhythmically sucking and licking your clit. As I feast on you, I gently brush the fingers of right hand across your inner thigh using only my fingertips. With my fingers reaching the outer edges of your pussy, I slowly tease every fold with the tip of my middle finger. I shift to being gentle with your clit – slowly and deliberately flicking my tongue in various directions – making you want to beg me to take it back in my mouth. Gradually, I work one finger inside of your pussy – in a circular motion first teasing the inner wall – then turning my wrist over so the pad of my middle finger can lightly massage your g-spot. Slowly I glide a second finger inside of you, both now massaging your g-spot – at the same time as I devour your clit. The reaction of your body turns me on – your pussy is soaking wet, your body is writhing with pleasure, and I can feel your muscles tense up as you move towards having an orgasm. With your legs spread far apart, the mixture of your cum and my saliva flows down the length of your. Your legs begin to shake and you grab onto my left hand and squeeze as you come to the edge of orgasm. At the last possible second before you release a tsunami of pleasure from between your legs, I remove my fingers from inside of you and release your clit from my mouth. The anticipation of an intense orgasm has you breathing heavily and as I stop, you take in a deep breath wondering, “why?”
My first time with a very shy woman (Part 1)
EDIT: This very tame story was too much for her. So at least I know that there is no future between us.
NOTE: This was written for a woman who I recently met. We are incredibly attracted to each other, but she is very shy and reserved in bed. I wrote this for her to describe how a very tame encounter between the two of us might unfold. Normally I am extremely aggressive – doing this would require an enormous amount of self restraint on my part.
I stay under your desk. [M/f] [Oral]
I am your desk slave. I stay under your desk until you are ready to use my throat to forget about your work.
I am on my knees, stowed away and salivating, waiting to accept my order. My greatest joy, I finally feel it. Your hand slips around my throat and pulls me closer towards your lap. This is my favorite moment. I feel fulfilled to serve my purpose in your life. I am wanted, never needed. You pull me halfway to your lap and I come towards you completely. I do as you wish silently, never needing more direction. I feel a bulge through your slacks and I try carefully to keep my hands from trembling as I undo your leather belt. I slip the button out of the loop as your cock throbs and attempts to escape from your slacks. I draw the zipper down slowly, wanting to bathe in the anticipation. Your boxers are so soft, Sir. If only you never had to work again and I could lay my head in your lap forever.
Disciplined by the Matronatrix: An Excerpt from Velocirapture by Desdemona Devereaux
“You must void yourself of sentimentality.”
Those words had been spoken to her long ago, when she was an apprentice at the Salaxastrum Academy of the Spirit-sciences. The school was governed under the strict auspices of the Matronati, women who had mastered the art of harnessing the energies that raged inside them.
From the age of ripening young women who showed promise would begin their instruction on the theory of drawing upon their salaxual energies. It wasn’t until the age of nineteen that Lexxia began to practice calling upon and controlling those energies. Some did not begin the Drawing until they were much older and some never advanced to that level, but Lexxia had been exceptional. And no one understood that better than the Matronatrix, the headmistress of the order. She constantly pushed Lexxia to reach within herself and beyond herself to realize that potential.
But that attention was not appreciated by Lexxia at the time. The Matronatrix did not offer her attentions lightly and her private lessons were often hard-learned.
At that moment Lexxia had proved a particular disappointment to her mentor. Bent over her instructor’s desk, Lexxia reluctantly pulled up her skirt to receive her reward for earning that disapproval.
The Adventures of Dennis Part 3 (Part 2 of 2)
Brie and I woke up from our afternoon nap. The sun was setting through her windows. I looked at her bare legs and her pink slip. I massaged them with my hand. “Mmmm,” she said, stirring. “Do you have to go?” “Yeah,” I said. “I gotta go.” I got dressed and we stood in her doorway. “What are we?” Brie asked. I shrugged and walked away.
I was chatting up Melissa. She was a blonde with a few piercings, wearing a white blouse and jean skirt. She was in the sister house. We sipped beer as we stood to the side of the beer pong table. “I’ve had enough of Holocaust jokes,” I said. “Anne Frankly I’m just sick of them.” She cackled and bounced her head against my shoulder. She was very drunk. “I wonder if I’ll be lying on that table later on,” she said looking at the beer pong table. This was about the sixth overt sex reference she’d made that night. “I dunno,” I said. “Want to try it out?”
The Adventures of Dennis Part 3 (part 1 of 2)
Brie had a habit of pressing her face against my neck during some point usually towards the end of our sessions. But there were also times when she clutched the back of my neck and suddenly I felt her nose bearing down on my Adam’s apple only about two minutes in, so maybe she was just nervous and didn’t know what to do. There was this one time in my dorm room, during a bout of midday horniness that needed some relief. And this time was sexy as shit because she was sitting on top of me and I bounced her up and down and felt my thumb digging in to her belly button and watched her moan up at the low hanging light that she could have bonked her head against if she leaned much closer. As if she were practicing modern dance choreography (and she had been a dancer, which she’d given up for studying painting and banging me), she curled her head down so she was looking straight down at my lower belly. And she turned up the volume of her moans as if the hairier part of my stomach made it so much sexier. And she dipped downward and buried her face in my neck, while at the same time, amazingly, reaching back with one hand and grasping my cock to make sure it stayed inside her. This time I was being responsible and wearing a condom. It felt very awkward, but for the next minute or so, I got an inch-away view of her thin, stringy black hair with even a single gray hair near the top of her head where it parted. She’d worn her hair in a ponytail when we first met, but that had gone the way of all bad ideas. Her breath felt hot on my neck and her moans vibrated off my pillow like a surround sound museum piece. I felt her hand that wasn’t on my cock slither around in to my hair. I felt her eyelashes fluttering against my neck. I peered up over her head to see what the action was like south of the great hill. Her ass bobbed in the air and my dick felt like it could fling out of her at any second. So I scooted down and, in a feat of gymnastics, curled my legs up so they forked between her legs and spread them out on either side and got my old pal more firmly situated in her pussy. I thrusted with more authority and her hand jerked away from my cock. It writhed across her ass and rested at the edge of her crack. I could see my nuts flailing above her ass like two fat kids trying to jump over a wall, but then I started coming and shut my eyes and put both of my hands around her cheeks. I raised her face so she looked in to mine and at the moment our eyes met she stopped her staccato moans. Her face was flushed and her lips were parted and her eyes were squinted, like they had been shut for duration of their acquaintance with my neck. The fat of her cheeks was balled up between my thumbs and forefingers. I finished and let my legs fall flat. I didn’t kiss her. I just held her face and we stared at each other, breathing. She bent down and kissed me for a long time.
Excerpt from Velocirapture by Desdemona Devereaux [mf],[ff],[oral],[bi]
“The galaxy is broken,” Lexxia had informed the Academy of Spirit-Sciences. “Dying. We harnessed the greatest power in the universe without properly understanding it, now we have reaped the consequences of that folly.”
She looked out over the audience seated in the amphitheater. It was a sparse group, thinned out and indifferent. She hadn’t expected anything more. It was not a popular theory.
“The source of that power is inside us all, as you know. It is the Salaxastrum, the Spirit-Element. Those adept enough to manipulate that energy can draw upon it. When this is done properly, with the appropriate training and discipline, wonders can be accomplished. When it is not…”
She looked to her assistant and the young woman brought up an image on the great screen that stood behind her. It depicted the rifts that cut across the galaxy like jagged scars. It was as if space itself were cracked like glass and prepared to shatter.
“But we have discovered something in what was broken that may allow us to repair it,” she promised, looking to her assistant. “Bring out the specimen,” she commanded.
First cuckold kiss, The taste of betrayal
This is the story of the second time I was cuckolded. This was about 8 or 9 months after my first experience as a cuckold. Me and Rylee had broken up. I had gotten kicked out of our school. She started going out with this older kid who had choked me unconscious in the hallway once during a fight. The whole school knew they were fucking. Honestly he was probably fucking her while we were dating. I was still a virgin, she had never let me get farther then 3rd base. The closest thing id ever gotten to sex was cumming on Rylees feet and leg while she was passed out after she had just let another boy fuck her on my bed.
But life goes on, I started to go to a new school. The school that Rylee had just transferred from to go to the school I had just been kicked out of. So incidentally she had a lot of friends at that school. I started going out with a going out with a girl named Sierra.
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Under The Office [MF] [Str8]
I see her walk in through the revolving glass doors every morning. Half the time she’s digging through her black leather purse for her ID card. She glides through the room seamlessly without ever looking up until she finds it just before the security desk. Her hair flips behind her as she looks up smiling and a part of me feels like it’s for me. It’s the best part of my morning sweep. I time it exactly too. At 8:50am she walks through that door, blazer open, rich auburn hair flowing down her back, skirt slightly sliding up her thighs. I imagine how soft her skin is and how it would feel to run my hands over every inch of those thighs.
The security guard nods his head and smiles. “Good morning, Amy.”
“Morning Jon, how are you?”
“I’m good, nice day isn’t it?
Amy chuckles for a second. “Yeah, too bad I’ll be trapped behind a desk all day!”
His smile widens. “There’s always tomorrow, right?”
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Velocirapture is an erotic tale of scifi fantasy like nothing you've ever experienced. This is a 12,000+ word exploration of wild beast sex and forbidden pleasures.
Dr. Lexxia LaBelle is not just one of the most brilliant scientists of her age, she is also an adept trained in the graceful art of harnessing the sexual pleasures of the flesh. When the galaxy is threatened by an unknown energy field working to tear the very fabric of space apart, she vows to use all her training to stop it. She discovers Astra, a beautiful primitive whose sexual power is drawn from the center of the rift, a primal place in space and time whose raw energy offers mankind's best hope for saving the galaxy. But to travel to that primordial plane means leaving her own flesh behind. She must capture the ancient hunger of the velociraptor in order to return with the power she needs.
EXCERPT:
The chieftain took his position behind her. With one mighty arm the chief of the man-brutes pressed down on her shoulders until she was bent over as far as the straps on her wrists would allow. With the other hand he pulled her hips closer to his own until his tip brushed against her loin cloth. Impatiently he tore away this obstruction and swelled at the sight.