Sometimes I consume smut on twitter. 😇Continue reading “Getting a little…personal”
Tossing and turning isn’t going to help me get some rest, Alexandra thought as she rolled around on the big futon, trying to stay underneath the warmth of the electric blanket.
It was cold in the room, but warm in the bed. Her skin tingled. She kept thinking about him, how they left it last time they were together. How the pull to join, with lips and pussy and cock, had increased in strength and intensity.Continue reading “Longing for orgasmic release”
He’s assertive. Confident. Takes what he wants.
And she submits. Willingly, with just a touch of fear veiled inside anticipation.
But it’s a fantasy. A delicious dream. Continue reading “Taste”
For days she’s been anxiously awaiting the delivery truck. She was expecting a package and wanted to be home when it was delivered.
No one else should know about it.
She was keenly aware of how he watched her climb out of the pool, naked and dripping wet.
She never considered herself an exhibitionist before, but here she was acting like one.
I’m the one who initiated this whole scene, she reminded herself. I stripped and teased him, knowing he was watching. Continue reading “More tantalizing bikini games (part 3)”
Originally posted in July 2020. Still valid today.
She dreams of his mouth glued to her pussy.
His tongue dividing her fleshy lips. Probing, searching…
Moisture dripping on his face, down her thighs, onto the sheets.
She yearns, and desires.
Then, something distracts, and she dries up. Continue reading “Fleeting desires”
She came back feeling agitated and worked up. When she saw him, she went over to see if his usual calm demeanor would help soothe her nerves.
He saw her turmoil immediately when he locked eyes with her. Slowly, he approached her and opened his arms. Thankful for the gesture, she sank into him for a hug.
He held her for a while, squeezing her tight, until she felt her body relax.
After a while, he peeled her off him, and held her at arms’ length. Gazing into her eyes, he spoke:
She looked back at him, searching his eyes for something. He let go of her arms after a while, and returned her look.
“Touch me,” she said.
Clicking send in my app, with my nude selfie attached, was a little nerve-wracking. I knew he was busy networking with business associates. Would he bother checking his phone at all while on the golf course? Would he suspect it was me, and instinctively know I was probably up to no good?
He knew I had it in me to tease and torment him. When he left, he was keenly aware of the state I was in – naked, satisfied, and needy.
The bed looks cold and uninviting. And yet, her body tingles.
She longs to shed her layers. Continue reading “Seductive anticipation”