Tag: short story
Killing Time
Their first night together was nothing like she imagined. She spent most of the night with eyes closed wishing him to touch her.
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The Elixir of Life
Listen as I sing in the shower, listen as water washes away traces of our desire. Inhale the fragrance of my bodywash as it snakes through the air, lingering like smoke in the atmosphere.
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Double Trouble
Fantasy and reality are finally colliding. Is this what it feels like to be fully alive? To live in my body instead of warring with myself in my mind?
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Cock Worship
As he backed away, she admired him for a moment – messy brown hair, pussy juice on his lips. She pushed him back, back, up against the glass window and started to unbutton his shirt. Her hands couldn’t reach his skin fast enough. They ached to touch and explore him, to know him as intimately as he’d known her. She peeled off his undershirt and kissed him harder. He smelled exquisite and he tasted even better. He groaned against her mouth as his hands ran down her back to grab her ass.
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A Desire that Hasn’t Been Named
With the Covid crisis in full swing, lone wolf Cath is forced to quarantine with displaced family members. Living with others is totally new to Cath, who usually stores lube like coasters on all her side tables. Sixteen days in, she’s desperate for an orgasm. Uninterrupted pleasure has been elusive with others constantly around. She decides to go to her car for a quickie.The quickie turns into a long, sensuous exploration of self as her excitement heightens and pent up desire pours out.
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Office Heat, 4
As Patrick’s face inched closer to the wet fabric, a heightened sense of alertness washed over him. Running her hands through his hair, Eve looked down at him and bit her lips. Her stomach muscles tightened and her senses sharpened. The room brightened as his kiss landed on the velvety softness of her inner thigh. She bit her lip and he, watching her, swore he felt her teeth on him. Read More
Every Second A Sin
Every day is a struggle. Noah always finds a reason to chat with me, tiny ways to touch. Read More
Modern Romance, Pt 2
My pussy throbbed with every step he took toward me. I couldn’t stop looking at his perfectly proportioned face, his luscious lips, his gently shaved head. He wore a beard that I vowed to soak with my juices. Read More
No Words Wasted
It’s been some time that we’ve
been apart, but we are not here to talk.
We have catching up to do. Read More
I finally know what it’s like to be DP’d
I’m very new to butt play, and for me it’s kind of like learning a new language. I’m not perfect at distinguishing what feels good or isolating specifics when something is inside me. But what I do know is I very much enjoy sensations on top of sensations, the more the better.
Dirty Dancing in DC
Darnell ignited a fire in me that I forgot I possessed. His body against mine felt devine. Elegantly sculpted, firm, young, agile. He laid lust and raw energy on my lips when he kissed me. I was so consumed by my desire for him that my hands found their way to his muscular glutes and up under his gray sweater, fighting, aching, desperate to feel the warmth of his flesh.
Sax Sounds
She was one of the first roommates I had who I wasn’t attracted to. Not until the time I heard her. Her voice soaking with sounds the wall that separated our bedrooms.
Throbbing Veins & Belongings
It’s a quiet Sunday morning. The sun plunges in through the window, painting glow worms on your back. Shadows shift with your body, which jerks as you beat eggs. My eyes walk the teeth-marked train tracks trailing from the nape of your neck to your right shoulder.
Office Heat (Part 3)
By the end of the week Mr. Montgomery was present but absent, tirelessly thinking of Eve. “If work comes first when do I?” He was too transfixed to bother her about the proposal so Eve worked in blissful solitude, some days not leaving her office at all.
Office Heat (Part 2)
Mr. Montgomery finally finds the strength to leave his chair. Still tormented by the encounter, he paces back and forth in front of his floor to ceiling office window. The legal ramifications alone of getting involved with a subordinate distress him. “Yes, the legal aspects, that’s it!” His dick grows harder. She has limited work experience, but her vision is captivating. Who is she to be making me feel this way? She is right though. I do want her. I want her at my mercy, on her knees before me. I want her to obey and admire me. I want to rip the slit at the back of her skirt and sit her down on my lap. I want her to water me.
The Sales Pitch
Xena Warren sighs, bracing herself against the cold stall. Her almond eyes closed, head cocked toward the ceiling.
I’m so fucking close!
Shower Scene
“The water’s warm,” she calls from behind the curtain.
She’s facing the wall with her back arched under the stream.