My Addiction

She was laid on the bed in a state of undress, her pose inviting and yet discreetly covering parts of herself she didn’t want him to see……..yet. He stood in the door way breathing in the fumes of her vape that she blew in his direction. He loved that about her. He’d mention something briefly in a conversation, and she’d remember in finite detail. Like the look over the glasses she just him. It was too much of a turn on.

He entered her room and, grabbing her ankles pulled her down the bed rotating her onto her front. His large powerful hand cracked across the arse leaving a stinging red mark on the cheek. She wimpered in extacy. Forcefully parting her legs, he brought her up so as to kiss her intently across her lips and inner thigh. Grounding loudly, she gripped the bed sheets tightly, muffling the sounds by burying her head in a pillow.

His hands cupped her breasts and, grabbing them tightly, pulled her onto his aroused state. She took him eagerly. For too long she had dreamed of being taken forcefully by him, and to feel him inside of her was pure unadulterated heaven. As their bodies entwined and writhed on the bed, she lost all sense of who she was. He left tell tale marks all over her body as they continued to gift themselves to each other.

When the deed was done, he held her him his arms refusing to let her go. Her body was shaking with exhausted excitement. Her dream had become reality. He promised with a delicate whisper that it would be forever be her reality.

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The Mirror NSFW +18

She stood in front of the full length mirror and looked at her naked body, tutting as her eyes saw flaws that only she knew where there. As she posed, trying to feel somewhat sexy, hands appeared into view and cupped her breasts. Fingers squeezed her nippels forcing a whimper of a moan as she closed her eyes. The hands began to explore her body, as she felt kisses being placed upon her neck and along her shoulders. Her breathing began heavy. Her own hands slammed as she braced herself against the mirror, her legs quivering as she felt herself being entered. Slow, forceful thrusts combined with passionate kissing as hands returned to grab her breasts. It didn’t take long to feel her juices gushing from her aching vagina as her lovers attention momentarily paused between deeper, more attentive thrusts. A loud uncontrolled, and primal moan escaped her otherwise panting lips, forcing her to open her eyes and thus dispelling her lovers touch. She stood looking in the full length mirror, bent over touching the glass. There was nothing wrong with her imagination, and judging by how wet the carpet was below her, nor her ability to make herself cum.

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Words of Love

Shrouded in mystery
The darkness of night
It conceals pleasures
Of skin that tantalises
Under the light of the moon
And yet I know every curve
For in my dreams
I’ve explored them intimately
And without abandon
For this is her seduction
And I fall head over heels
Every time darkness conceals
Her beauty and her charms.

As beautiful as a new day
Her eyes so radiant
Inviting me closer
To lips so tender and sweet
Her embrace warming
Like a safe haven from evils
Her bosom a santuary
A place for my head
When sleep comes to us
And I look in that moment
To eyes that say everything
“I love you, and always will”

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Inappropriate Thoughts NSFW +18

“Oh wow! I wonder what she looks like naked.”

It was a thought that crossed my mind on many occasion, and normally I’d whip out my cock and play with it until the desired effect had been reached. But she was standing right in front of me. Not exactly the right place or time, add to the fact she was probably used to much bigger and better.

“You seem distracted,” she said. “Is there something on your mind?”

I couldn’t tell her that I wanted my head between her legs sucking the lips of her vagina, and my tongue lapping up the cum dribbling from her. I couldn’t express that I want to suck on her huge nipples and squeeze her perfectly formed breasts whilst my cock fucked her soaking wet pussy. How could I explain that I wanted to fuck her ass whilst her tits swayed beneath her.

All I could muster through my smut ridden mind was,

“No, I’m fine thanks!”

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Brief Encounter NSFW +18

The late night heat was tempered by a slight breeze wafting through the chiffon drapes and open window. She lay on the bed, naked for her own comfort, on her stomach reading. Was it perverse that I stood outside staring, mildly aroused by the curvature of her bottom and the definition of her legs?

What possessed me to climb through that window so stealthily I’ll never know, but there I was stood at the foot of her bed. Placing both my hands on her calves, I began to massage them intently. She gaze a quick glance back with a smile and returned to her reading.

Had she known I was outside? Heard me come in? Was she expecting me? I continued to rub her legs, slowly getting higher as much as I dared. My fingers slipped between her thigh, rubbing deeply into her muscles, occasionally flicking across her now wettening pussy. She groaned but continued to read.

I changed position, coming to stand beside her. I focused my attention on her shoulders and back. Trailing my fingers down her spine I worked the small of her back and the cheeks of her arse. Occasionally I’d run my finger down her side touching her breasts.

She rolled over and said nothing. Still reading her book, she just smiled. It was an invitation to massage fully her breasts and squeeze her nipples. She clearly wasn’t reading as she’d been on the same page for ages.

Just then a noise outside the room startled her. I made my leave as quickly and quietly as I entered, turning back to see her mum enter her room as she covered herself in a silk sheet from off the bed.

I returned the following night, but the window was closed fast and curtains drawn. No sign of that amazing delectable body.

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Strangers or Lovers

Entering the bedroom he suddenly heard,

“Don’t turn on the light!”

Surpised and intrigued, he did as the female stranger said. How she got into his room hadn’t even crossed his mind as much as who was she.

“Take off your clothes and then join me on the bed.”

Again he did as she asked, fumbling over things like socks and buttons on his shirt. He sat on the edge of the bed, naked and vulnerable. Apprehension and excitement mixing in equal measure. Just then, arms draped over his shoulders as a warm breath whispered in his ear,

“Come lay with me.”

He could feel her naked breasts pushing against his back, and a wayward hand touched briefly a naked leg, both were smooth like silk and felt invitingly warm.

“That’s it, lay and let’s hug. Then we we’ll see what happens next.”

He found a position laid beside her. Her back pressed against his chest and the curve of her bottom against his groin. He wrapped an arm around her, letting his hand trail over her breast. She placed hers in his and squeezed.

“You like?” she asked softly.

“Very much so,” he replied.

Together they fell asleep in each others embrace as strangers, entwined together as lovers.

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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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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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