Your smile is a sight I can look at forever. Words can’t describe the overwhelming feelings I get when you look at me like that. I wanted this moment to drag on forever. Ours eyes locked while we grinned. We wanted the same thing. We craved eachother, Our touch, our taste, and our presence. The way you looked at me felt reassuring as I stroke your hair.
We laughed and giggled as my fingers poked your face playfully. I place my hand over your face, covering your eyes and nose. You playfully bite my hand.
Eventually you got the better of me and moved my hand out of the way. You giggled as you stood up, grab my face, and pull me for a kiss. My eyes closes whilst tasting your upper and lower lips. The rain didn’t stop and neither did we. You get comfortable meanwhile our lips wouldn’t stop hugging.
I feel you saddling on top of me as I sit on the couch. Your knees bent and you sit on my thighs. Im looking up at you while you look down at me. We continue to kiss passionately and once again; our lips smacking echoes throughout the apartment.
My hands gently grab your waist. I trace your curves, moving upwards towards your upper back. They move back down caressing your skin till reaching your breast. I massage them, how plumb they feel against my palm. I caress and groped, making a circular motion.
You lean closer to me. Gesturing me to kiss your chest, my lips embrace and hugs your breast. My tongue glides against your skin as my lips kisses. Focusing my attention on your nipple, I hear your beatiful moans. Your voice is like music to my hears. Hearing you gives me the greatest pleasure, knowing I’m making you feel good. That’s all I care when I’m with you.
We hear the sound of the rain, colliding against the windows. Reflecting our, gradually building, aggressive crave towards eachother. I feel your hands once again gripping my hair, pushing me closer to you. My arms wrapped around you while my hands are placed on your upper back. You gracefully lift your neck and chin, looking upwards. Seeing your upper body stretching, I recognized how you’re intoxicated with lust. You look back down, seeing me kiss and suck your nipples. Your warm heavy breathing coats my face while we make eye contact. Your feed back, moans, and groans, fuels me. Your actions and voice intoxicated me.
Your hands desperately reached for my pants. You struggle to unfastened, I feel you quivering. We both helped my pants off and what’s left of my clothing. We find ourselves almost being one, naked and embracing eachothers bodies.
Your hands reach for my throbbing shaft. Its twitches and leaks of pre cum when your delicate hands grips around it. I let out a moan and close my eyes. My warm, heavy, and unsteady, breathing hits your nipple. I look up at you and breath against your lips as you stroke me. I embrace the warm touch of your soft palm and fingers, wrapped around my shaft. You move your hands up and down towards my base, slowly. I feel completely under your control as you took charge of my pleasure. You watched me loose control as I’m filled with primal lust. I quiver and let out moans. I felt vulnerable but so comfortable under your care.
I couldn’t hold it any longer. Your other hand caress my face and reassured me, telling me to hold on. I’m losing my mind; I’m closing in to orgasming.
You place your palm on the tip, griping and covering the head of my shaft. You hold it for a few moments. You let me find my composure after the build up and teasing. You kiss me while griping my shaft sliding it against your folds. The sensation of our bare touch, rubbing against eachother, felt beatiful. My tip pierces your entrance and our moans vibrate through our mouths. We breath heavily as our forehead rest against eachother. You slowly sink down embracing my shaft. I caress and stroke your hair, comforting you as you take me in. We feel eachother; we take in the moment. We felt as one.
You arch your back. Your arms extend and reach for the frame of the couch, over my shoulders, and grip. My hands slides down your body and gently grabs your hips. I feel your hips move back and forth. We kiss while you move your hips in a circular motion. You move your body, slightly and ever so cautiously, up and down.
We let out moans as we feel eachother more and more. You begin to move your hips up and down with confidence. I feel your walls tightening around my shaft. I begin to grip your waist harder. I find myself looking down and breathing against your chest. My hands move up your back and pull you in closer. Your hands grip my hair and pull me closer to you. I find myself leaning towards you. Your hands slide down the back of my hand and grip my shoulders. We hear our bodies, smacking against eachother, echoing throughout the apartment. The sound of the rain reflects our agression. We felt like animals as we ran on pure primal instinct.
Your nails scratches and digs into my skin, on the back of my shoulders. I didn’t care about the pain, it just felt so good. I couldn’t help but move my hips, clashing against rhythm of your downward movements. The sound grew louder as we pound and pound. We slowly are coated with eachothers sweat. We shout, grunt, and screamed. We didn’t care if anyone heard us. For all we know, it was just you and me in this world. Nothing else mattered.
There was a storm outside. Lighting flashes. The sound of the rain, hitting the windows, was louder than ever before. Time didn’t seem to exist; we didn’t know how long we were feeling and grinding eachother.
I felt the sense of orgasms creeping up on me. We frantically breath into eachothers mouths; we continue moaning and moaning. We kept shouting and grunting. The sensation is creeping closer and closer, until we burst. We felt the spark of electricity jolting through our spines. We stared into eachother eyes, climaxing and our voices stutters.
I feel your body relaxing. I feel your head on my shoulder. My hand reaches the back of your head and gently held you. I feel and hear you catching your breath. I descend and lay on my back. I find your cheek resting on top of my chest. I stroke your hair and caress your face. I feel your small breaths against my skin. I find you sound asleep. I caress your hair to the side and reached to kiss your forehead. I close my eyes, embracing you as my arms wraps around you.
I hear the stormy rain turned into droplets of water drizzling. I can hear he intervals between, the droplets hitting the window, long and spaced out.
Most people would think that the evil, demonic empress wanted to marry the prince in order to kill him and take absolute control. This isn’t true at all, she’s just lonely and wants someone to cuddle with. [MF]
Inspired by a [writing prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/f4up9b/wp_most_people_would_think_that_the_evil_demonic/) in /r/DirtyWritingPrompts
I, Prince Jarren, formerly of the Westwall Isles, was surprised at how comfortable being the consort of a demonic empress was.
It helped that, outside of her intimidating armor and spiky regalia, she was actually kind of cute, and blushed adorably whenever I told her so, even now, almost a year after our disaster of a ‘wedding’.
“Mrrrrh.” Evetali purred as I brushed her hair with my fingers, her head of pale platinum blonde hair resting on my chest as she used me like some body-pillow, human flesh warming her demonic heart. I didn’t stop combing her hair, though.
The first few nights had been terrifying; being newly ‘wed’ to a foreign empress who’s armies had savaged that of my home’s neighbors? Then came the wedding, which had more resembled the sale of cattle than a celebration of a union. I distinctly remember Renori – Eve’s favorite dragon – picking me up in her talons before beating her wings hard enough to bowl over two thirds of the guests.
The sight of that asshole Duke Lassiter continuing to roll (he was overindulgent, and had a clear downhill trajectory) long after the rest had stopped, though, was a silver lining like no other.
Me [F] (23) and a friend [F](24) had a competition about who gets more loads in a club in one night. I won with 7.5 loads!
Have you ever seen Nymphomaniac? My friend and I watched it together (we’re both bi) and in the first part of the movie they made a competition about who can finish more guys off. My friend and I both regarded this as extremely hot. We’re both sluts. So we recreated that game one evening in the club.
Before the club we both put on extremely slutty dresses and make-up. We looked like real Bimbos <3 We drank quite a lot of alcohol and then we went to the club.
We’re both good looking. So when we entered the club, a lot of guys looked at us and definitely wanted to fuck us. So we walked on the dance floor and started to dance with some guys.
I walked up to the first guy and started to dance with him immediately. I looked him in his blue eyes. He was tall and handsome. After 2 minutes of dancing I kissed him. He was extremely surprised. I took his hand and walked to the bathrooms and started to suck his dick once we were inside the stall. His dick was normal, he lasted about 2 minutes (I’m pretty good at deepthroating :p). He came in my mouth, his load was huge and quite tasty actually. I swallowed and gave him a kiss on his cheek and walked out. As soon as I walked out, my friend walked in with her guy.
Tales of Erodale – Chapter 4 – [Fantasy, FFxOgre, Rough, Creampie, Femdom, Oral]
“Really wish that one of those guards had a smaller blade. Can’t use my guns or we’ll have a squad of guards right on top of us all over again.” Cadence, the skilled gunslinger and sharp-tongued beauty whispered towards her redheaded mage friend. Her brown and purple hair was still wet and some clung damply to the back of her neck as the skilled marksman rested against one of the walls inside of Queen Ariela’s castle. Rose’s magic had cleaned off all the cum and sexual juices from the girl’s skin and clothing but it had the side effect of having both girls as wet as if they had just stepped out of a lake.
Nearby, Cadence’s close friend Rose was looking around the left corner of the T intersection that they had arrived at.
“Well at least we have my magic.” Rose said, her voice kind and soft, not shy but definitely not hardened, even by the purpose she had embarked upon. Unfortunately, they had accumulated little success so far. After being waylaid by a tentacle creature guarding the dark queen’s garden, a group of guards had come across the two girls and believed them to be a pair of whores from the popular brothel in the town near the castle.
The Vacation – Part 5 [MMF] [doggy] [hotwife]
I woke up. Groggy. Not sure as to how the events of the past few days even started. What did I do to deserve this treatment from Ash? What would Jeff do if he knew his wife was riding his best friend’s cock? I roll over, trying to suppress my daily morning erection. After a few minutes, I walk to the rest room I splash my dash with some cold water, look in the mirror and carry on with my morning.
I reach the hallway and I smell bacon. Like a kid on Christmas morning, I sprint downstairs. There is Ash at the stove, wearing an apron, a very sheer T-shirt and just her panties. “Dangerous,” I think to myself, not even realizing that she’s wearing this with me there. Jeff is setting the table. “Hey buddy! Sleep well?”
“…if he only knew.” We have breakfast in relative peace but I am tense. I know that something is going to happen, but I don’t know what that something is. We retreat to the living room before we figure out what we’re doing for the day. We are all sitting in the room, casually watching tv when Ash blurts out, “Jeff, we need to talk.”
That one time I (21) [F] let a guy make me his cumslut
I’m 22 (was 21 then), 5”4 brunette, pretty muscular and thin, and a couple months ago, I used to go out and drink a lot, and it never failed to let my inner slut go wild. I still consider myself a lesbian, but that one night of drunken sex never fails to make me horny when I think back on it.
One summer night, I was at my favorite bar with a friend, enjoying maybe a couple too many drinks after what had been a very tiring week. From afar, I had noticed this guy, maybe a bit older than me. Attractive guy, but not what I was looking for. Or so I thought. We talked for a bit while sharing a cigarette, where I learned that he was 26, still a student and single.
Not caring about it that much, I said my goodbyes as it was getting late, and started walking home. I don’t know if it was the alcohol, but I felt a wave of panic at the idea of going back home and ran back to the bar. My friend greeted me with open arms and comforted me, and that guy from earlier was standing next to her.
The Vacation – Part 4 [MF] [cheating]
Ash stood in the door frame staring into the darkness at me. I could see her but she could barely see me. She was only wearing a pair of skimpy underwear. She gently closed the door and walked towards the bed. I reached my hand down and began to stroke myself as she inches closer and closer. She crawled on the bed and without words began to pull down my shorts and boxer briefs. She grabbed my cock and guides her tongue around the shaft, feeling the growth with each lick.
“Mmm I know you’d be a good boy.”
She swirled her tongue around the head before making it disappear in her mouth. She was emphatic in her approach as she wanted to make sure it was enjoyable. You could tell based on her enthusiasm. In the quiet house, it sounded like a symphony around my cock with all the saliva dripping down her chin and she eagerly shoved it down her throat once more. Her eyes stayed looking up at me to see how I responded. Needless to say, I spent more time with my head back in ecstasy than paying attention. As she bobbed her head up and down, she would grab one of her breasts and would roll the nipple between her fingers making them erect. As she felt me get thicker and harder, knowing I could cum soon, she stopped and slowly stroked me.
The Vacation – Part 3 [MF] [oral] [voyeur]
The day carried on without mentioning the events of the morning. We had breakfast and had our coffee. We then packed the cooler full of beers and headed to the beach.
“It’s going to be a great day. A normal day,” I thought. I begged myself to believe this thought. I had my thick cock down the throat of my best friend’s girlfriend earlier this morning and I enjoyed it. Oh I had enjoyed it. “This won’t be a normal day, will it,” I said to no one.
We got to the beach and I see Ash set her chair and begin to tan. “God, I never realized what great tits she had. Though, I never had to until now.” Ash’s skin bronzed as Jeff and I played some frisbee then took a dip in the ocean to cool off. I came out of the ocean glistening in the summer sun, with my swimsuit suctioned to me, leaving little to the imagination. I walked up to Ash and she lifted her sunglasses like she was a 1950’s movie star and winked.
The Vacation – Part 2 [MF] [oral] [cheating]
As Ash brushed past me and smirked, I heard a car door close in the driveway. “Thank god Jeff is home. Actually fuck Jeff, this is way too interesting” I thought frenetically.
“Hey guys! Got more beer and beef. Mmm Ash, you’re looking real good.” I watched as he cupped her ass with fondness.
“Oh I am well aware” I muttered to myself, shocked that the words came out of my lips. During this entire exchange, Ash was staring at me.
I spent the entire night getting hammered and eating like a good friend does when he is invited on vacation. Needless to say, I woke up the next morning with a blistering headache.
I stumbled out of bed at the crack of dawn because alcohol does not let me sleep in, and attempt to make some coffee. To my surprise Ash is down there in her shirt shorts and a tank top without a bra, nipples displayed for the world to see.
The Vacation – Part 1[MF] [voyeur]
This is a story I wrote some months ago with a few other parts. I’ve been considering going back to it, but want feedback as to if more is desired. I’m happy to repost parts 2-4 as well. I will also be posting part 5, which is new soon!
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“I’m going to take a shower. I think Jeff is going to the store to pick up dinner. Grab a beer. Better yet, get me one too. I’ll want one when I get out.”
Jeff has indeed went to the store while Ash went to go get showered. I yawned and got up to the fridge to get two beers. Popped open both tops and flipped the caps into the recycling.
I turned on the TV browsing for a game. Any game really. Luckily, the Airbnb hosts sprung for the deluxe package. “Score,” I thought. “Some beers, some good food coming and a nice relaxing week at the beach with my buddy and his girl.” I stretched out on the couch and enjoyed the beer as the Twins were beating the Angels 6-1 in the bottom of the 7th. “Fuck, have to pee.”