No More Vanilla Sex NSFW 18+

Twenty minutes after getting in from the club and Sam found herself on her back, legs in the air, and some random guy between them thrusting away.

‘What am I doing?’ she thought. ”I vowed I’d never do this again.’ Indeed, the more she thought about it, she realised her reactions to what he was doing had become due to expectation rather than a natural response. ‘No!’ she continued. ‘No more vanilla sex.’

“Fuck my tits,” she suggested squeezing both her large breasts together trying to tempt him.

“But this feels amazing!” was his heavily breathed reply.

“Cum on my tits, then I’ll suck you hard so you can fuck my ass.”

She had never directed sex before, and her demands sounded far less provocative than she heard them in her head. However they must have worked because he was now straddled across her stomach, fucking her cleavage.

It didn’t take long. Certainly far less time than was enough for Sam to discover if she enjoyed being titty fucked. The fact her breasts had been heavily showered in cum was quite the turn on though.

A deal was a deal. The stranger had already moved position so that full attention could be given orally to his softening cock, to which Sam duly responded. What she hadn’t factored, was that he was willing to given her some oral attention also.

Embarrassed, she moved her legs preventing his approach. She had not prepared herself down there for anyone being that intimate, though the idea of someone doing so was getting her extremely wet. Things were about to get much wetter.

“Let’s take this to the shower,” he suggested, a hint of frustration in his voice.

Sam had no recollection of agreeing, but there they were hot water cascading over their bodies, hands exploring the contours of each others body. Suddenly a firm grip took hold of the tuft of pubic hair she’d been so self conscious for having.

“Let me remove this for you,” he asked scrambling for either some foam or gel.

‘OMG! ‘ she thought as his hands began lathering the foam all around, and on ocassion, in her vagina. His touch was firm but attentive. His touch with a blade was steady and precise. Sam knew she’d cum twice at his touch, and though she tried to conceal them, his smile suggested he knew.

Taking the shower head he washed away any excess foam, making sure to direct the jets of water against her lips, heightening her excitment, also taking to kiss her high up on her inner thigh. She groaned loudly as he did so. When his tongue parted her lips, and they met with hers, all control was lost, grabbing hold of anything as shudders coursed through her body.

With her legs shaking, he placed both hands on her hips, turning her slowly whilst bending her over. Instinctively both hands she planted against the wall. Catching her breath, the realisation that he was now going to fuck her ass set in.

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A dark story of history repeating

A male child, born with no given name, to a mother than cried heavily at the mere sight of him. He was forever a contanst reminder of his father that forcefully planted his seed within her virgin womb before disappearing into the depths of night, leaving her shivering and broken. What chance did this child have when even his mother found the sight of him abhorrent? She couldnt love and nourish him, and so he found himself abandoned to the mercy of whoever could.

He was named Samuel by the elderly woman that would call herself mother, though he refused to accept either. He fought her love, rebelled against the sanctuary of homeliness she’d created for him. The years of his growing were a constant struggle, and yet she refused to abandon him as his mother had. Even when his school refused to educate him she stayed at home in order to school him.

He resented and despised her, and yet with each passing year an infatuation grew within him. There was something within his DNA that compelled him to obsess over being around her at inappropriate times. He would spy through the keyhole as she undressed, and yet would refuse to join her at the table come tea time.

It was upon a random evening late in the year, rain lashing down upon the panes of glass and the occasional flash of lightening illuminating the otherwise dimly candle lit room that he appeared before her as she was in a state of undress.

Instinctively she cowered away, covering any exposed flesh from his unblinking eyes, and yet he reached out and pulled at her night blouse. As she fought his advances, sharp nails scratched her breasts drawing crimson lines across them. Crying in shock and pain she could do nothing as he exposed them, his hands gripping tightly the area directly around the nipple.

As the tears rolled heavily from her heartbroken eyes, and her requests for him to stop went ignored, he forcefully pushed her backwards onto the bed. She knew what was coming next, and yet was unable to stop it. Pain soared through her body as he entered her. Emotionless he satisfied himself within her as she sobbed uncontrollably, her clothes torn and blood flowing from the wounds received as reward for her attempting to resist.

He said nothing as he left. A dark figure disappearing into the depths of night, leaving behind a broken elderly woman whose womb began preparing for the unwanted gift she’d been given.

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Writing Challenge

Story Challenge: Word and Genre suggested by Laura ~ neon hotpants / crime thriller.

“Talk to me Sargent. What have we got?”

The middle aged policeman cleared his throat before addressing the suit clad inspector. Whereas the Sargent was time served and had progressed through the force via hard work and pounding the streets, the inspector was fresh faced and straight from behind some desk at the academy. There was still a mutual respect for their respective rank.

“Another from the homeless community. Male, around thirty year old.”

“That’s the fifth in as many days! Cause of death?”

“Strangulation, the same as the others.”

The inspector nodded as though he’d been expecting the answer and began pacing around as if searching for answers to the questions in his head. “I assume there were no witnesses as before also.”

“Actually,” began the Sargent. “We have a description.”

It was the first time the attack had been seen, or at least the first time anyone had come forward with information. Whilst previous murders had similar characteristics, there had been no viable leads with which to investigate.

“Average build and height, wearing a black hooded and neon hotpants.”

The description had the inspector kicking the ground in frustration.

“Look around you. What do you see? We’re smack bang in the middle of festival season and nearly everyone is wearing neon clothing of some fashion.”

The Sargent remained silent.

“Let us hope the body parts with more helpful clues than your witness.”

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Writing Challenge

Story Challenge: Word and Genre suggested by Alexia ~ Strawberries and Erotica. There were quite a few obvious routes to go, but I decided to go a little off road with this one. Hope you enjoy!

Harry had had a crush on Eliza for more seasons than he could count. Bitterly cold winters had come and gone, and the baking heat of summers had been enjoyed by all in the fields also. But despite his best efforts, Eliza showed no interest in Harry’s existence and his heart was breaking more and more with each ignored approach.

“Why do you put yourself through it?” asked Harry’s best friend Thomas. “She’s never going to notice you.”

“I love her Tom. I always have.”

Thomas shook his head and went about preening his coat, “It’s going to take something pretty spectacular, and even then you’re just a field mouse and she’s a….”

“Don’t say it!” slammed Harry. “It’s know what she is, but that just makes her more beautiful.”

“Eye of the beholder I suppose.”

Harry scuttled to the fence that separated the giant’s dwelling and the field, then sat and stared towards the light that had just illuminated the immediate area.

“I have a plan!” he whispered rubbing his paws.

“If it means going anywhere over the fence, then I fear love has pickled your brain.”

“Strawberries!” said Harry. “She won’t be able to resist strawberries.”

Thomas immediately stopped cleaning himself and joined his friend at the fence. “Are you mad? There’s no way you’ll make it there, let alone get back with strawberries. What about the dog?”

“Not only will she see me, but she’ll be at my mercy to do with her as I please.”

Thomas pretended to throw up at the very thought of it. “Please, I don’t want to know.”

“We will feast on strawberries in between bouts of wild passionate love making under the stars as she gives herself to me.”

Thomas sniggered. “Not sure Eliza has ‘love making’ in her vocabulary, but she’s very good at giving herself.”

Harry heard nothing of his best friend’s jibe as he was already closing in on the giant’s house, a huge smile on his face as he honed in on the potted plant brimming with the succulent red fruit.

It was all to easy. Biting through an arm of the plant, making sure several berries would be secured, he pulled for all he was worth getting his newly aquired treasure back to the fence.

“I’m impressed,” remarked Thomas.

“Thank you, but right now I have a goddess to seduce.”

Harry carried his gift to Eliza’s home, refusing to stop and answer questions by those that saw him and admired his haul. Finally, everyone of his hopes and dreams would come true. He would finally win his love.

“Eliza!” He called out. “Eliza I have a gift for you.”

After a brief moment there was movement at the door and greedy eyes viewed the fruit with wanton lust.

“Are these for me?” asked a flirtatious female.

“Yes!” replied Harry his heart singing with joy. “But only in return for something you can do.for me.”

Eliza was twice the size of Harry and easily pushed him onto his back, where she continued to dominate and fulfil his every sexual fantasy. He was in a complete state of eternal bliss.

“I love you,” he blurted as the words gushed from his lips.

Eliza smiled mischievously as her face was awash with berry juice. “Oh darling, that’s nice for you, but it would never work. Just cherish our moment for what it was.”

Harry nodded out of instinct rather than rational thought. “Okay my love,” he replied before closing his eyes to sleep.

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When thought wander

Fraevon and Rohlen sat hunched atop the caravan, the morning rain having a decidedly colder bite to it than of late. The oxen trudged onward at their usual steady lumbersome pace.

“The icy fingers of Winter’s touch grip a little tighter,” mused Fraevon, pulling the blanket around him a little tighter.

“Aye. I’ve forgotten what it was like to have the warmth of the sun caress my cheeks,” replied Rohlen. “The sooner we find an inn or tavern the better.”

“You’ll not find the sun in there my friend!”

“No, but I’ll find something that will make me forget about the rain.”

“Do you think…..” Fraevon quickly rethought his question, instead reverting to silence.

“Do I think what?”

“Nothing. I was merely speculating.”

“Speculating? You mean, ‘Do you think I think Jax will have buried my sister so he may rejoin us soon?'” Rohlen paused and looked out towards the distant horizon. “I sense she is not yet at rest, and yet I have faith that he will do right by her. Do right by us.”

“Of course he will. He loved her.”

Rohlen snapped a stare back at the elf, his expression one that was full of distaste for the comment offered.

“Love! What did they know of love!”

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Rely on a Friend

As Jax approached the gate, he spotted a friendly familiar sight sat seemingly daydreaming away his time on guard. His was practically flying past as full gallop before the giant of a man realised.

“Hey Jax. What’s the rush?”

“Need to slow those following,” he shouted back turning to acknowledge Tiny Tim’s recognition of him. “Help a friend out!”

Jax continued to watch behind as the giant brought a halt to the party of horsemen that were now remonstrating profusely about being stopped in their tracks. The female witch hunter dismounted and focused her gaze upon Jax as he rode off towards the horizon, who in turn offered a doff of his hat as he put serious distance between them.

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The Hunter becomes Hunted

It was a cruel twist of fate, that with one of the Blucester busy gates within sight, Jax’s normally sure footed and composed horse reared, threatening to throw its rider unceremoniously to the ground.

A rotund heavy set man had barreled into the street from the nearby tavern, and found himself directly in front of racing hooves, arms waving protesting his innocence.

“Wooh!” called out Jax as he tried to bring the mount under control.

“Sorry I am. Move I must. So sorry!”

Every attempt to move found him faced with flailing hooves. Left then right, then back left again in pathetic apologetic fashion. The time lost trying not to trample to death the barrel sized man had allowed a small group of guardsmen the opportunity to seal off any viable escape.

“Kindly dismount your stead when your ready,” requested an officer who clearly stood out amongst them.

“I’m sorry I can’t do that,” replied a resilient Jax, still fighting his rearing horse. “I’m just not sure you’d understand the urgency for my need to leave.”

“Come down and we can discuss it!” The officer looked back up the road as the sound of other horsemen could be heard rapidly approaching.

“As respectful an offer, I must decline and make haste from those less agreeable than yourself.” Jax skillfully positioned his horse and urged it push on through the guards directly opposing his progress to the gates.

“Stop him!” bellowed the command, but all too late as Jax and his stead leapt at two unsuspecting guards and galloped onward with increased urgency.

Moments later, a group of heavily clad horsemen led by an unmistakable witch hunter followed hard in Jax’s tracks. “Pathetic!” hissed a female voice as she passed the hapless guards.

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Hump Day NSFW 18+

Lisa was rapidly approaching the age where life was supposedly supposed to start again. The very thought made her feel that life was rapidly heading towards old age and menopause. Even a change of job hadn’t shifted her depression.

“Hey why the sad face,” smiled one of her new Co-workers. “It’s hump day!”

“What?” sighed Lisa, having never heard the term before.

“Wednesday. Middle of the week. Over the hump.”

Lisa secretly hoped that it meant something completely different. It had been a while after all. As her mind drifted, she felt two hands begin to rub her shoulders. Soft tender kisses on her neck really started her mind racing as her breathing began to get more shallow.

As the hands moved to reaching around and squeezing her breasts, teasing her nipples between pinching fingers, another set of hands began rubbing her upper thighs. They were lifting the hem of her skirt, flitting with lace of her knickers as they teased to pull them from her.

Leaning back fully on her chair, a moan escaped her lips as the feeling of her vagina being stroked threatened to consume her.

“You okay there?” asked her colleague looking on in amazement at the performance being shared.

“Oh yes!” Lisa replied readjusting herself and sitting back at her desk. “I think I’m going to enjoy Wednesdays.”

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Progress doesn’t come easy

Conflicting emotions at the minute with respect to the direction my writing is heading.

I’m currently devoting time to various projects that seem to have differing excitment levels among those that follow my work.

▪ A collection of stories that you guys inspired with your random objects and genre.

▪ Fantasy based D&D romp that will be my longest book to date.

▪ Book Two in the Lucia series.

▪ One for those that enjoyed 31 Sleeps and tells Sam’s Story.

▪ Standalone. The book long time in the writing that is so near and yet so far from completion.

I know already those that will encourage the completion of Standalone, and I really want to bring you that story to the best of my ability.

Stick with me guys. I know there hasn’t been anything for a good while, but I am getting there. Honest!

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The Intern NSFW 18+

Life in an office can get rather tedious. Same four walls, same faces and even the work load gets repetitive. The same people doing as little as possible, whilst the brown-noses suck up to management harder than a Henry hoover after a bag replacement. Same desk, same cup and the same handful of people justifying their cigarette break as a mandatory right because of their addiction.

Imagine then the buzz around the office when a new face appears. Imagine that buzz turning to hysteria when that new face turns out to be a strapping young lad with looks that could sway even the most devoted of loyal wives. The office suddenly just became more tolerable for the female employees, and much more savage for green eyed men.

His name was unimportant. He could have been anyone he wanted to be within the day dreams of those that lingered their wanton eyes in his direction, and those eyes savoured upon a body that was a devotee to the gym. A body wrapped in clothes a size to small that only enthasized how toned and ripped he was.

There was only one problem. He had absolutely no idea just how beautiful he was. He was shy, introvert and nowhere near the persona his physical build had people imagining, which was arrogant and self centered. He was infact the complete opposite.

This is why what happened at the office party is so hard to believe. Not only did he break the cardinal rule about ‘playing with other staff members’ but he did it three times. At the same time.

He was caught fully naked with three female staff workers in the board room. Fucking one, eating out another as the third was bent over being teased by his playful fingers. The fact someone walked in on them didn’t seem to phase him, instead it only encouraged him heighten his attentions to the women.

Word soon got round and a small crowd had gathered on the periphery of proceedings encouraging fantastically.

Just as things looked as though they were about to end, he simply alternated his actions between each woman, making sure they each had the came to cum from his attentions. And cum they did, frequently and often.

Office gossip was ripe the following day. But the three women seemed oblivious to it all, instead being fully content knowing they’d had the best sex they’d had in years. Those that jibed and ridiculed were only jealous that it hadn’t been them.

As for the new face, some wagered that he wouldn’t return. But he did. His shyness and introvert nature still present, although there were those in the office that were planning of ridding him of it at the next office party.

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