In LineBy
Robin MichelleI watched as she absentmindedly tucked her hair behind her ear. Moving her thumb to her mouth, she bit it.
Immediate wet throbbing. Ice-hard nipples.
Desiring her lips on mine, drawing my breath from my body. Imagining her suckling, biting my nipples. Breath catching, back arching in response. Tangling my hands in her hair as she moves, sliding her tongue into my folds, teasing me with lips and tongue and teeth and fingers 'til I am moaning, writhing uncontrollably. "Fuck. Fuuuuuuuuck," as my orgasm bursts forth, flooding...
"Next. Miss, you're next. What can I do for you today? Miss...?"
Little Bo Peep
by
GaryLittle Bo Peep had fallen asleep.
Again.
She was gently woken by John the Woodsman to say she had lost her sheep.
Again.
John said he’d help her look.
So, she gave him a grateful kiss.
Then she was on her knees, head bobbing on cock. Back, forwards, deeper; spade-like hands holding her in a Woodsman’s grip.
She paused. A sound. People approaching?
John heard, covered her ears, pushed further. He came in huge spasms, a thunderous roar, Bo desperately swallowing.
As Johns mist cleared he saw Bo’s sheep returning.
The sheep he’d hidden.
Wagging their tails behind them.
Local Flavor by Nocturnal Submission
“You’ve been devouring me from a distance and I don’t even know you.”
“I’m a food critic doing a piece on local flavor.”
“Want a private tasting? Top of the parking garage, 10 minutes. Be late, you’ll miss the 1st course.”
I kept my reservation, she was thoroughly prepared. “Sign says shoes, shirt…no service”, she commanded. I complied with house rules and was blown away by prompt service and total attention to detail.
"Well?” She asked.
“4 stars. How about the full menu?”
“Sorry, no seconds till everyone gets firsts” and she departed as the area’s best kept secret.
Strandsby
MonocleYour hair in my hands, pressed between my fingers. I concentrate on
individual strands as I pull your head down, your lips opening around
my cock. Collectively soft, they become sharp and taut as I grip
harder. I struggle to hang on to simple joy of holding you as the
base, crass sensations of your hot mouth swallowing me take over. I
almost hate it, the loss of the subtle pleasure in my hands as my
greedy cock in your throat commands all my attention, saps all my
control. But I see in your eyes – that is what you want.XXX,
Alison
Why?By
@antaliannaThe air was thick with smoke that clung to our bodies and tugged at our senses as the musicians wove their stories into our consciousness.
The music surged with my blood and I felt my soul expand to fit my body.
The stranger whose gaze I had met was against me and our movements were one.
Her hands found their way first to my breasts and then to my yearning dampness and I was overtaken by want.
She leaned in as though to catch my lips and I began to climax as she whispered “ Why would you fuck my husband?”XXX,
Alison
Glovesby Aurora Hunter
"Leave them on," she said, as he started to remove his driving gloves.
"My gloves?" he asked.
"Yes. If you’re wearing them, then it's the gloves that are touching me, not you. So then it's okay."
"Your game, your rules." he said softly, and traced her arm with his fingers still encased in black leather.
She rolled onto her back and closed her eyes as his hand – no as the glove – stroked her body. He rubbed her nipples, the leather warm and smooth. The rose pink tips puckered in excitement, and a low moan escaped her lips.XXX,
Alison
Mind Your Manners
by
Miz AngellHis hand grasps my hair; yanks my head back.
“Please.” I whisper.
His teeth sink into my neck. My thighs get soaked. “Please.”
His other hand reaches under my skirt, finding me wet. I bite my lip. He sinks his fingers into me violently.
“Please” I moan.
His tongue licks my lobe, trailing down to my collarbone, his fingers continuing their invasion.
“Please.”
His thumb finds my clit, repeatedly pushing that button. I’m so close to coming.
“Please.” I whimper.
His tongue replaces his thumb. My pulse throbs. My body falls. I shatter.
“Thank you.” He whispers.XXX,
Alison
