Some Dirty -Delicious


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We are standing, facing each other, naked. You have one hand wrapped in my hair, the other on my hip steadying me because I am on my tiptoes, and you still have to bend down to kiss me. Those deep, soft drugging kisses you seduced me with that first day we met. My hands are roaming your chest, back and belly. I am whimpering softly, your hard cock pressing into my soft stomach and all I can smell is you and my own desire. My pussy and thighs are wet and slick. If I let you, you will bend me over the foot of the bed and slowly slide into my cunt, or maybe my ass. I say if I let you, but we both know if you take any sort of control I am going to surrender.

I don’t want to surrender. I want to take. I want my lips wrapped around your cock and my fingers cradling your balls, teasing your ass. I want to hear you groan and growl as I lick and suck and bite until you give me what I want. What all good girls want if they are honest. I do try to be honest about my desires.

You break the kiss, and I whimper in protest. Then I feel your hand tug in my hair, and I am smiling. You want what I want. I lean in to kiss your neck, your chest, my hands still roaming your body. My lips find a nipple. Licking and sucking, a sharp nip and I get the first growl. Your cock jumps against my body, so I know you are enjoying this as much as I am. My knees start to bend as I slowly work my way down, my lips and tongue busy on your skin.

Kneeling, and I lean back to look at you. I love how you are so much bigger than I am, especially now. You tower over me, and I’m not intimidated, just feeling very small and protected. I lean forward to bury my face in one of your thighs, arms wrapped around your legs. Your hand is soft in my hair. “Good girl,” you whisper.

I draw back, my eyes glued to your cock. So hard, precum dripping already. I have wanted to suck you for so long. Now I can take my time, tease you and draw this out for both our pleasure.

I nuzzle into your balls, feeling your cock pulse against my face as I lick and suck. First one, then the other. I’m getting wetter, if that is even possible. I flatten my tongue against the base of your cock and slowly draw it all the way up to the tip. A moan escapes me as that first drop of precum hits my tongue. Drawing back, one hand wrapped around your throbbing dick, I look up. “You are delicious Daddy.”

Your only response is a growl. I smirk and return my attention to your cock. My tongue reaching out to circle the head, hand moving smoothly on your shaft. I take my time getting to know the taste and texture of you. Your balls are heavy in my other hand. I gently squeeze and roll them as my lips finally close around your cock. We both moan, your hands on my head pushing softly.

I resist you for now. I’m going to go slowly as long as you will allow. I want the time to warm up, get my mouth and throat used to the size of you before the beast takes over and you fuck them. I moan again at the thought of that.

I’m lost in a cock fog now, focused on your pleasure, the feel and taste of you in my mouth, the smell of you overwhelming me. I work slowly, more and more of your shaft disappearing into my hot wet mouth with each bob of my head. Your hips are thrusting slightly, not insistent yet. That will come soon enough.

I take a deep breath and slide my mouth to the base of your cock, your balls brushing my chin. I’m rewarded with your growl and a tightening of your fists in my hair. I stay there as long as I can, before sliding off, gasping while drool and precum stretch from the tip of your cock to my lips, dripping onto my tits. You tilt my head back, forcing me to look up at you. “Such a good little slut baby girl. Now suck Daddy’s cock.” My mouth is forced back to your cock.

That is the end of my control. It lasted longer than I thought it would. You spread your legs slightly, position your hard cock at my open mouth, and slam into my throat in one stroke. I sputter and gag. You’re going to use me, and I’m going to love every second of it.

One hand sneaks down between my thighs while you are busy thrusting into my face. Fuck I am so wet. I shove two fingers into myself, scooping up as much of my juices as I can. My teeth scrape the shaft of your cock as you work into me, and your are grunting and muttering obscenities. I can’t hear all of them, but I do hear fucktoy, Daddy’s little whore. Filthy endearments that go right to my aching clit.

You slow a little, giving me time to catch my breath and work on the next part of my plan. My wet fingers move between your legs, to the tight pucker of your asshole. I think fleetingly of how I wanted to rim you, lick and tease, but that will have to wait for another time. I tease your star as I hear you suck in your breath. Your hips shoot forward, and I am gagging on all of you again as my fingers move back and forth, working into your body.

I’m whimpering and moaning, the vibrations on your cock adding to the delicious storm of sensation. Both hands are holding my head, holding me still so you can fuck my throat, take exactly what you want from me. Give me exactly what I want. My fingers are working hard in your ass, and I feel your balls tightening against my wrist. Everything in me is focused on your cock in my mouth.

A loud growl and your hips lock, your cock pulsing and pumping. My mouth is flooded with your cum. My reward for being Daddy’s cock hungry slut. You spend every drop down my throat, in my mouth, not pulling out until your balls are empty. My fingers leave your ass, and we both just work on breathing. Finally you gently raise me to my feet and pull me close into you. Your lips meet mine and your tongue invades my mouth to share your cum. I don’t know how long we stand there.

You pull me to the bed, settle me in, and climb in with me. I am in your arms, your hands stroking my hair, my neck, my body. “Good girl,” you whisper as my eyes close.

Some Filth – Midnight Intruder


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She sighed and threw her vibrator in the drawer. Five orgasms and she wasn’t even close to satisfied. She needed cock. With her husband out of town for another ten days, that wasn’t going to happen. She pulled her panties up and stomped into the kitchen for a glass of water.

Her phone rang as she drank her second glass. She snatched it up, her husband’s name on the screen. “Hello Daddy,” she said, trying not to be bitchy.

“What’s wrong baby girl?” he asked, his deep voice full of concern. He knew her too well.

“Nothing. I’m just having a day,” she mumbled, not wanting to add to his stress. Working out of town for weeks at a time was hard enough for both, he didn’t need to worry about her libido being out of control as well.

“What. Is. Wrong.” He ground out each word, and she crumbled. She could see the stern look on his face in her mind.

Deep breath. “I am horny. Like out of control horny. I just spent half an hour with my vibe, had five orgasms, and I am still so turned on it hurts. I need cock, and you won’t be home for another week and a half.” The words started slowly but were tumbling out of her by the time she was done.

He was silent for a moment. Fuck. She knew this was going to make him feel badly, the last thing she wanted to happen. There was noise coming from the phone, but it wasn’t speech. It was laughter. He was laughing at her. The temptation to hang up on him was overwhelming. “I’m so glad you are amused,” she ground out between gritted teeth.

He stopped immediately, but she could still hear the smile in his voice. “I’m sorry baby. I know it’s hard for both of us on these long trips, especially when your libido is raging. We’ll make sure to schedule a playdate with Jake as soon as I get home, and he and I will fuck you until you can’t walk straight. I know that doesn’t help things now, but it’s the best I can do.”

They talked for a bit longer, before he told her it was time for bed. She hated saying goodnight. She quickly got ready, making sure the alarm was set. She tossed and turned for a bit, her pussy aching before she fell asleep.

Something woke her. She lay still in the dark bedroom, sure that the erotic dream she had been having was the reason. She sighed loudly, smoothed the covers and turned onto her side, determined to chase sleep again. Maybe she would fall back into the dream of Ryan and Jake tag team fucking her.

She was just one the edge of sleep when a hand covered her mouth. She gave a muffled scream and tried to roll away, but a heavy body was on her before she could move. There was a roaring in her ears, and she was sure her heart was going to pound through her chest. Shit. She was sure she had armed the alarm. How the fuck had someone gotten into the house?

She was fighting, scratching, heaving as much as she could trying to get the body off her. Nothing was having an effect. His big hand stayed on her mouth, his other corralling her wrists and pinning them above her head. His legs twined with hers, and she could feel his cock getting hard through the blankets separating them. A fresh spike of terror had her struggling harder, with the same lack of results.

He was talking to her. What the fuck was he saying? Why was he talking to her? She couldn’t hear him over her own terror. He lowered his head until his mouth was right next to her ear. “Shhhh. Annie baby, shhhhh.”

He knew her name. How did he know her name? Why did she know his voice? He kept whispering soft soothing words, and despite herself her heart began to slow. Her struggles eased. She knew his voice. His scent was familiar. Her body recognized him before her mind did. Jake. It was Jake. Jesus fucking Christ. Why was Jake in her bedroom in the middle of the night?

Feeling her body easing, he pulled back to look in her eyes. She was still panting, but she knew him. He gave a half smile and took his hand away from her mouth.

“Get the fuck off me,” she growled at him. His smile vanished immediately. He slowly moved off her, off the bed and stood warily between her and the door. She jumped out of bed, not caring she was naked.

“What the fuck are you doing here? How did you get in? Have you lost your ever-loving mind?” Annie advanced on him, her temper blazing, not caring he towered over her. Fear had turned to blazing anger, and she was going to back him into the goddamned corner literally and figuratively.

He let her get him up against the wall, then before she could evade him, he had her pinned to it, his 6’2” frame dwarfing her. He pinned her hand above her head again but made no move to cover her mouth. He was aware she would bite him until he bled if he tried.

“Shut up and let me explain woman,” he grumbled at her when she paused for a breath. The shock of his gruff words took the wind out of her sails.

He smiled when he saw he had her attention. His free hand moved the hair out of her face and settled loosely on her throat. She hated how that made her pussy twitch.

“Ryan called me after he talked to you. He told me you were in a bad way, and he wasn’t going to be home for a few days. He gave me the code to the alarm, told me where the spare key was hidden, and asked me to take good care of you.” He leaned down to kiss her.

Instead of soothing her, as he obviously assumed this would, it fired her temper even more. She bit his lip. When he pulled back with a yell, there was a spiteful smile on her face.

“You think you can scare the fuck out of me, then just kiss and make it better? Let go of me Jake, and get the fuck out of my house,” she practically spat at him. Mixed with her anger was a pang of regret. As frightened and pissed off as she was, she was even hornier that she had been earlier. As soon as she got Jake out, she was going to call Ryan and chew him from stem to stern for such a shitty idea. Then she was going to spend some more quality time with her vibrator. Fucking men.

Jake’s eyes narrowed. He stepped back, his hands in the air. “You want me to leave, fine. But don’t you dare call Ryan and bitch at him. He loves you and wanted to give you something to smile about. I’ll leave you here to be miserable.” He turned to walk away, and something inside her snapped.

She was on him before he could get the half dozen steps to the bedroom door. He must have heard her move, because he turned to catch her, pinning her to the wall again. This time her hands were digging into his hair, pulling his mouth down to hers. He let her try to devour him for a minute, then pulled back, his hand on her chin forcing her to look at him.

“I know you want this. I can smell your cunt. Your nipples are cutting into my chest. But you are going to verbally acknowledge that you want me to fuck you until neither one of us can move. Do you understand Annie?” He gave her head a little shake, as though to clear the lust in her eyes.

She tried to nod. The look of displeasure in his eyes stopped her. She had to stop, swallow, close her eyes and take a deep breath. When she looked at him again, he was smiling. She hated that. But she wanted his cock more.

“Yes Jake. I want you. I want this. I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you in my marriage bed. I know exactly what I’m saying.” She spoke calmly, but her voice still shook. Desire and anger were mixed, and she knew this was going to be a night that would leave marks on both.

He leaned down to kiss her again, no semblance of gentleness. She bit him again, and he growled before kissing her harder, her head thumping the wall. Her hands tangled in his hair again, pulling him even closer.

He pulled back from her, his face dark as he pulled off his shirt, then kicking off his shorts. She almost purred as his thick cock came into view. No thinking tonight. She was on her knees, his cock in her hands and mouth. His head fell back, and he just enjoyed her while she slobbered and whimpered on his shaft. He didn’t even try to pull her off when he felt himself getting ready to come. One big hand on the back of her head, and she was greedily swallowing every drop.

She kept sucking until his hand tightened in her hair and pulled her off. She tilted back to look at him, and the sly smile on her face was almost enough to get him hard immediately.

“Get up,” he ordered. She rose gracefully to her feet. She watched as he walked over to the bed she had only ever shared with her husband before this. That was the last time she thought about Ryan for the rest of the night. Jake laid down, held out his hand. “Get your ass over here and sit on my face. I’m going to make you scream, then I’m going to fuck you until dawn.”

She didn’t move at first. She gave him that smile again, and slowly sauntered over to the bed. She climbed on the bed, straddled his chest, and savored the heat of his body against her cunt.

“You really think you can make me scream Jake? You think you can keep up with me all night?” she purred as she rocked on his body. His hands came up to her ass, and quickly lifted her and settled her over his mouth. She gave a squeak that turned into a moan as his tongue parted her folds and found her clit. His rough hands held her hips still as he devoured her.

She came. Once, twice, until she lost count, and her voice. He was ruthless, not allowing her to stop orgasming until his face and neck were soaked with her juices. She was a shuddering mess as he gently laid her on the bed.

Annie vaguely felt him leave her, but she was too lost in the haze of pleasure to wonder what he was doing. He came back, a glass of water in his hand. He propped her up, slid behind her and held the glass to her lips as she greedily drank every drop. Her head dropped against this shoulder as she tried to come back to earth.

His voice was low and urgent in her ear. “Annie. Pay attention. I need you to pay attention and answer me honestly. Do you want me to leave, or do you want me to stay and fuck you all night?” She could feel his cock, hard and long against the small of her back. He had been their play partner for over a year, and he was scrupulous about consent. He wanted her, and he would get up and walk out her door the second she told him too. She turned her head to look at him.


She was on her back and he was balls deep in her before she knew what had happened. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she arched up into his thrusts. Her nails scored down his back, and his teeth sank into her shoulder.

There was a weak light beginning to shine through the curtains, not that Annie cared enough to look. She heard her phone ringing but couldn’t answer it. Her face was buried in the mattress while Jake slowly worked his cock into her tight ass. He paused, and she whined a protest.

“Morning Ryan.” A pause, then a laugh. “Yeah, she’s in a much better mood this morning. I’ve got my cock halfway in her ass, and she’s trying to squirm it all the way in. I’ll have her call you when we are done, okay?” Jake chuckled again, then threw the phone on the bed by her head. His cock slid in another inch as he leaned over to whisper in her ear. “Your husband says he loves you, and I should make sure you winch every time you sit down today.”

Some Filthy – Disappointment


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The weekend had not gone at all as she had planned. Then again, she probably should have told him what she had been hoping and expecting instead of assuming he would just know what she wanted. She had been a bitch to him all morning and he finally left the house to get away from her. Tears ran down her face as she folded the laundry.
She heard him come in the house, and stayed in the laundry room, certain he didn’t want to see her. He must be thirsty, looking for a glass of iced tea to take back out with him.
Her back to the door, she felt it open, and before she could turn he was on her. One big hand pushed her torso down to the counter the other pulled down her yoga pants and panties. She tried to push herself back up and his hand shoved her down again.
One rough finger probed her folds. He grunted, apparently satisfied to find her wet enough for what he had in mind. She heard the metallic jingle of his belt buckle being undone, the rasp of his zipper going down. A pause, and he was inside her, his cock unforgiving of her tender flesh. She gasped and tried to pull away.
“Shut up. You’ve said enough today. I don’t want one fucking noise out of you. Just stand still while I get what I do want,” he growled.
She was shocked at how those words affected her. Her clit pulsed, and she buried her face in the clothes in front of her to stifle the sounds of her moans. He either didn’t hear her or pretended not to. He just kept fucking, his hips slamming into her ass with each thrust. The hand on her back moved to her hair, pulling hard enough to bring more tears to her eyes. She pushed her face deeper into the pile of shirts.
He was going to cum soon. She knew his body so well, the way he moved when he was about to empty his balls inside her. He groaned once, then shoved even further inside her pussy before he exploded. She loved feeling him pulse and pump inside of her.
He stayed for a few minutes, enjoying every aftershock of pleasure. Without a word, he pulled out, zipped himself up and left the room. She stayed put, one hand moving between her thighs to feel his cum dripping from her hole. Her clit was swollen. A few circles, thinking of how he had just used her body like his fleshlight, and she came. Pulling up her clothing, she went back to folding laundry.

Dark & Bitter – The Garden


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This story was inspired by a poem written by a friend of mine. I’m including it here with his permission, although he has asked to remain anonymous.

The Garden
I plant my garden in the cold of the winter
Seeds of depression is what I’ve sown
You know there’s nothing left to live for
Since you’ve gone, sadness is all I’ve known

C’mon and grow
Little seeds grow
Take me down and torture me
Swallow me then slowly let me go
C’mon little seeds grow


She left him in the spring. Perhaps it wouldn’t have been as bad if she had left in the fall or winter. But she left in the spring and his heart died. All the things that brought him joy turned to ashes. Especially his garden.

He tried. He planted his seeds, watched as they sprouted and then died. What little hope he held of finding something to sustain him until his heart healed died with them. He was barren as that plot of land.

He had nightmares every night. He would wake gasping and screaming, certain his heart would explode out of his chest. On some nights, he would wake from those horrific dreams to find one or two small dark seeds on her pillow. The first time, he wasn’t sure what they were and threw them away. The gardener in him recognized them the second time. He carefully scooped them into an envelope. They multiplied quickly.

The neighbors talked. They knew she had left, although they didn’t know why. They saw his spectacular garden lay abandoned. They heard his screams in the middle of the night. They talked, but the talk faded as spring turned to summer and then summer to fall.

No one thought it odd when they saw him working in the garden that fall. They were sure he was simply preparing the empty beds for winter and the next year would see a return to the abundance of produce he had grown in years past.

No one saw him on his knees in the rows the next new moon, carefully planting small, dark seeds in the dark of the night. No one saw the sad smile as he stood surveying the neat hills just before dawn.

They saw the black vines that began emerging from the soil a few days later. They assumed he had tried to plant a winter crop and it had failed just as spectacularly as his efforts the previous springs’ had. They shook their heads and discussed how sad it was that he seemed to have lost his green thumb at the same time he had lost his love.

He watched the black vines growing and felt a strange kind of peace. They grew and he attended to tidying his life. Every night, before he went to bed, he walked out to his garden and carefully tended the rows. The vines thickened and seemed to speak to him in the silence of the night.

It had been three months since he had planted those small, dark seeds. He stood, leaning on the hoe he had used to clear the snow from the rows. The vines were whispering again, using her beautiful clear voice. He listened, nodding here and there. He stood up straight, the hoe falling to the ground. He was still for just a moment before reaching for his hat, bending to place it carefully next to the tool. There was a smile on his face as he straightened. He walked to the center of the garden, careful to not step on the vines that were stirring, reaching out to touch his feet and lower legs as he passed them.

He stopped. A final glance at the dark sky, he carefully lowered himself to the cold ground. He lay on his back, crossing his arms over his chest. The plants reached out to him, tendrils and leaves softly caressing him before slowly extending to reach over his body. They took their time enfolding him, wrapping him securely in their darkness. Roots stirred beneath the surface, creating a void that he began to sink into. He did not struggle. His eyes were closed, and he whispered her name as he was swallowed.

Some Quick – His Sweet Little Whore


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He walked in the bedroom just as I finished fastening the garter belt clips to my stocking. His eyes gleamed as they ran over my body. Bra, garter belt, sheer black stockings, but no panties yet.

There was no time for that look in his eyes. We had dinner reservations with his brother, and I had just enough time to finish getting ready. I shook my head at him and walked across the bedroom to the chaise lounge where my black lace panties and dress were laid out.

He caught me around the waist and pulled me into his body. I could feel his already hard cock twitching against my bare ass, and couldn’t stop myself from giving a little wiggle before trying to pull away.

“No,” he whispered in my ear as his hands shoved my bra up and out of his way. His fingers pinched my nipples sharply, the pain turning into pleasure at it raced to my clit. I bit my lip on the moan that rose up.

He used one foot to move my feet apart and his right hand left my breast to move between my thighs. He wasn’t trying to give me any pleasure however. He was just checking to see if I was wet enough to fuck. A pleased grunt in my ear, then he walked me over to the chaise lounge and bent me over it.

He spent a moment just looking at me. He had told me on more than one occasion how much he loved the sight of my bare ass framed by the garter straps. Then I heard his zipper going down, the rustle of cloth, and he was behind me, the head of his cock tracing my lips before he plunged inside.

We both groaned as my pussy engulfed his cock. There was no pausing to enjoy the moment. One hand on my hip, the other on my shoulder pulling me tight to him, and he was fucking me hard and fast. I braced myself as best as I could while the arm of the chaise dug into my stomach.

The sound of his body slamming into mine filled the room. My whimpers mixed with his guttural moans as he fucked faster, getting ready to cum. I briefly wondered if the fingers on my shoulder were going to leave bruises before I felt him pulse inside me as he came.

He enjoyed his pleasure, leaning down to kiss my spine as he whispered what a good girl I was. Then he pulled himself from my body and helped me stand up. My legs were shaking, both from the force of the sex as well as my own need to cum. He laughed as he saw the look on my face. He leaned in to kiss me softly. “We don’t have time for you to enjoy yourself my girl. Now finish getting dressed. No cleaning up, and no panties. I want your thighs and the tops of those sexy stocking soaked with my cum. I want to look at you and know how lucky I am to have such a sweet little whore for my very own.”

He walked out of the room, leaving me there with my mouth open. Then, because I was his good girl, I turned and slipped my dress over my head, checked my makeup, and hurried downstairs to meet him. We couldn’t be late for dinner.

Some Bitter – Haunted


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She has been dead for 26 days, and I am haunted. Not by her ghost. It couldn’t be that easy. I know how to deal with a vengeful spirit. No, I’m haunted by her apartment and the way it smelled.

Weird, right? Why should an apartment I’d never set foot in before three weeks ago be haunting me? I guess it isn’t really the actual apartment, but everything it represents, and everything I tried to forget, and now can’t stop thinking about.

My mother was a hoarder. She was mentally ill. She suffered from depression for possibly her entire life. She was emotionally and mentally abused as a child. Sexually as well. Add in my narcissistic bully of a father, and she never stood a chance. Mental illness was not something anyone talked about, so she never got treatment.

Her depression manifested as fatigue, disinterest in life in general, mood swings, and hoarding. I remember going upstairs into the house we lived in before we moved to Oregon, and one room was entirely full of old clothes of mine and my brother’s. Baby clothes. They were covered in cat feces and urine, but she cried at having to get rid of them. I remember my parents fighting about that.

After we moved, first to Oregon, then Wyoming, her illness manifested in not cleaning the house. Dishes and laundry piled up. In later years, she loved to tease me about washing the dishes with cold water. The reason I washed dishes with cold water as a teenager was simple. Every dish and pan in the house would be dirty, and it would be my brother and I’s job to wash them. The hot water heater only lasted so long. So yeah, I ended up using cold water to finish. But she never remembered it that way. Because she wasn’t sick, everyone just hated her.

Walking into her apartment was a shock. I expected it to be dirty, and it was. But then again, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I actually told my husband and my brother on the phone that it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. The smell was there though. That smell is ingrained in my DNA. Stale cigarette smoke. Spoiled food and mold. Dirt. Dust. Animal waste. Dirty laundry. But the apartment wasn’t as dirty as it should have been to smell that bad. Then we started opening closets.

Every closet was full of garbage. Bags of garbage. Every kitchen cupboard and drawer was full of dirty dishes and pans. Empty cans of Febreeze all over the apartment. Overflowing trash in the kitchen and bathroom. Expired food all over the place. The bedroom and bathroom were full of dirty laundry. The thing about the trash? The garbage chute was less than eight feet from her front door. She only had to walk across a hallway to get rid of the it.

Every day since then, that apartment flashes through my brain multiple times a day. That smell that haunted my childhood. Can you be haunted by a place and a smell? I guess you can. It didn’t occur to me until a few years ago that I spent my childhood years smelling like that. Like cigarette smoke, old garbage, mold, pot smoke. No wonder the assistant principal of my high school searched my locker at least once a week for three years. I’m sure he thought I was smuggling cigarettes or pot to school. What a disappointment it must have been that he only found notebooks of my writing, mixed tapes, and library books.

There are four boxes of my mother’s things in my guest bedroom right now. Most of them are items that can be easily cleaned. There is an afghan and two quilts as well however. They are saturated with that smell. I can’t bring myself to open them yet. I tell myself every day that I need to open those boxes, get those things in the wash with every cleaner known to mankind, and get that smell gone. Every day I find a reason not to do it. I wish her ghost had decided to haunt me instead.

Some Naughty – Spank


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I was reading a book when he came in from the garage. I didn’t pay much attention until he was standing directly in front of me. I looked up and smiled, until I saw the stern expression on his face and the flashlight in his hand. Damn. I’d done it again. I’d borrowed the flashlight to look for something under the seat of my car and hadn’t put it back. Of course he’d realized it was missing and gone looking for it.

“Strip. I told you this would happen if you didn’t respect my tools,” he said flatly, then turned to sit on the couch.

I swallowed, then stood to remove my clothes, placing them neatly on the chair behind me. I gave a last longing thought to how long it would be before I would be able to sit comfortably again, then moved to stand in front of him. He pointed at his lap, and I bit my lip as I lay across it.

He knew I was already wet. There was no way he couldn’t know. I struggled to stay still, his hand warm on my ass. I hated when he did this. Made me wait motionless while waiting for him to begin my punishment. Knowing my pussy was getting wetter with every second, that the urge to move, whimper, do something to draw his action was growing. But I didn’t dare. He would simply make me wait even longer, his hand warm on my ass, his legs warm under my belly, and the room smelling more and more like my desire.

So I stayed still, my nerves stretching to the breaking point. We both knew this was my real punishment, not the spanking I desperately wanted. When he thought I had suffered enough, his hand came down with a loud crack in the silent room. I jumped and yelped out “One!” He hadn’t told me to count, but then again he hadn’t told me not to either.

He gave a short laugh as his hand came down again. I relaxed a tiny bit. Big mistake. The cracks grew louder and closer together, and my squirming and yelping more intense. My ass was warm, soon to be on fire, and I could feel my juices leaking down my thighs. I was going to leave a wet spot on his jeans, maybe even the couch if this went on long enough.

The spanking stopped, his fingers probing between my clenched thighs. I opened my shaking legs, giving him access to my dripping pussy. He teased and prodded until I was gasping from pleasure, his fingers coated with me. Then the spanking began again. I had lost count at this point. I knew my skin had to be close to the bright red he loved so much. Maybe that meant he would stop soon. I hoped he would. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.

Just as I was about to scream, he stopped. There were tears in my eyes as he gathered me into his arms, moving me so I sat in his lap. I winced and whimpered out loud as my tender skin met the coarse fabric of his jeans. He whispered soft words, holding me in one arm as his fingers moved back between my legs again.

He knew exactly how and where to touch to have me moaning in desire instead of pain quickly enough. The first orgasm took us both by surprise. I hid my face in his neck and rode out the pleasure. He stopped, his wet fingers moving to tweak my nipple as my shaking eased. “Go lay on the bed,” he whispered hoarsely in my ear.

I got shakily to my feet and proceeded him into the bedroom, his eyes on my red ass. I laid down and watched him strip off his clothes before joining me. The feel of his skin on mine, his cock hard at my hip, made my pussy tighten. He kissed me hard, fast, before working down my body, his lips and teeth marking me. He settled between my thighs, my legs over his shoulders, a wicked smile on his face before he lowered his mouth to my pussy.

I arched to meet him, my hands tight in his hair, my legs shaking. I loved when he ate me, using every trick he knew to make me cum again and again. It didn’t matter how sensitive I got, how loud my screams. He wanted every orgasm I could possibly give him, until the bed under me and his face and neck were coated with my juices. He didn’t stop until I was a begging incoherant mess, my body trying to move away from him at the same time my hands and legs pulled him closer.

Then he was over me, between my legs, his cock hard and hot at my cunt. One hand grabbed my throat. “Look at me. Look in my eyes while I fuck you,” he growled, sinking into my body in one stroke. An entirely new pleasure flooded me as he used my body for his satisfaction while holding my gaze hostage. He fucked me hard and fast, his lips drawn back from his teeth, the muscles in his neck corded. I locked my legs around his ass and used every ounce of strength I had left to draw him even deeper inside me.

He growled and dropped his head into my shoulder, his teeth sinking into my soft flesh as he thrust harder and faster. The sounds he made vibrated in my chest as he came, his hips snapping hard, his body pinning me to the bed. I never wanted it to end.

Slowly our breathing returned to normal. He rolled off me, pulling me into his arms as he went. One hand played in my hair as we drifted off to sleep.

Some Dirty – A Pretty Thing With A Dirty Mouth


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Let me invade your mind with a whisper. I want to tell you what the thought of you does to me. How in the midst of my day, I stop, frozen with the thought of kissing you. Just kissing. My knees go weak, and I can feel my pussy get wet. Don’t you want to kiss me? Don’t you want to feel my body go pliant against yours? Don’t you want to pin me to the wall and devour me?

I’ll whisper in your ear while we are at dinner about how much I want your hands on me. Tucking my hair behind my ear. Resting at the small of my back as we walk. Pulling me into your body. Tugging at my clothes so you can get to my skin. I want you to pinch my nipples, slap my ass, trace the lips of my pussy before your fingers plunge inside. I want to taste myself off your fingers. I want your hand on my head, guiding me to your cock.

Your cock. I want to be on my knees, licking from your balls to the tip. I want to make you groan in pleasure, dig my nails into your tense thighs. Tell me how good it feels, exactly where you want my lips and tongue. Tell me how to please you in explicit filthy detail.

I want to call you, my voice in your ear while my fingers are between my thighs. Let me tell you how wet I am, how much I ache. How I’ve been thinking about the next time we fuck. I want your head between my thighs, your face coated in my juices while your hands hold my hips. I want to grip the sheets in my fist while I cry out in pleasure. Then I want your cock deep inside me. Let me wrap my thighs around your waist and pull you as close to me as possible. Listen to me as I cum for you over the phone.

Fuck me hard and fast. Stare into my eyes as you stretch me. Grab my throat and tell me how good my wet pussy feels as I cum on your cock. Sink your teeth into my neck and take me. Make me beg you to fuck me harder, deeper, don’t stop, I want my pussy dripping with your cum.

Let me tell you every dirty thought that crosses my mind, the perversions I daydream about. I want to watch you react to my dirty little mouth.

Some Filthy – Blowjob Daydreams


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I know exactly how he likes his cock sucked. I know when to go slow, when to speed up, when to lick, when to suck. I can read the tensing of his muscles, the change in his breathing, the urgency of his hands in my hair. He loves to have my lips wrapped around his shaft, feel the vibrations of my moans. I feel my most powerful when he cums in my mouth, when he is shaking and gasping from pleasure.

What I want is to see another woman go down on him. I want to lay next to them and watch as she gives him the pleasure I usually do. I want to watch his face while she works her special blend of magic on his cock. To see his body tense and relax. I wonder what her face will look like, if she will feel the same power that I do with his cock in her mouth.

Maybe I will slip down the bed, lay next to her and slide my fingers between her thighs. Tracing her wet folds while I whisper words of encouragement in her ear. Look up at him and tell him how wet she is, how much she is enjoying this. Then again, maybe I will tell him to hurry up and cum, I want her talented mouth between my thighs.

Or I will just lay beside them, my fingers between my own thighs, teasing my clit, fucking myself with a toy while he fucks her mouth and cums down her throat. Hoping she will cover my body with hers, kiss me with her mouth open so I can taste him on her tongue.