Morning Stroll NSFW 18+

It was early morning. A cold nip on the air drew his breath across his teeth, his exhaled breath that followed, plumed in the air before dispersing upon the breeze. He set on his daily walk.

Birds sang loud upon newly budding branches, for Spring was chasing hard upon Winter’s heel promising a return of warmth and new life, but this morning proved Winter was reluctant to relinquish her hold.

“Good Morning!” could be heard behind him, making him jump as he thought he was alone. “Bracing this morning isn’t it?”

The voice belonged to a friend who had offered to walk with him, but he couldn’t remember agreeing to met up. He slowed to allow her time to catch up, and noticed she was dressed much more akin to running than walking. Dressed in a tight lycra top and sporting some equally figure hugging leggings completed the assemble, and on her feet was a pair of expensive running shoes. He felt rather over dressed in jeans and coat.

“Are you not cold?” he said, his eyes unable to move away from her hard pressed nipples under her top.

“It is a little,” she smiled seeing where his gaze was fixed. “C”mon the walk will warm us both.”

Both walked on, small talk flowed between them as they made their way to a footpath across a field up a head. It looked muddy. A small gap in the surrounding wall was the way forward into the muddy quagmire, and despite his hesitation, his friend attempted to get through.

“Oh no!” she cried out. “I’m stuck”

“What would you like me to do?” staring at her doubled over, her hips seemingly wedged in the gap, as she struggled pathetically to free herself.

“Come behind me and push,” she said.

Placing his hands on her backside, he pushed convinced she wasn’t really stuck at all.

“Not like that!” she whispered playfully. “Come behind me and push!”

Now he knew what she was after. Looking around to make sure they were alone, he pulled at her leggings so that they were down near her ankles. Rubbing between her legs, he felt how warm and wet she had gotten. He changed his fingers for his tongue, sliding it up between her excited lips and tasting her flowing juices. Satisfied she was nearing her climax, he did exactly what she’d asked.

It was cold, but the scenario he’d found himself in was so hot. Holding onto her breasts and squeezing tight her excited nipples, he slipped inside her, giving himself as she groaned loudly.

He wasn’t surprised when she stepped away from the wall, pulling up her leggings and straightening her top.

“Same time tomorrow?” he said as she left him standing there. “Told you walking would warm us both.”

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A little more to my Fantasy Novel

“Well met fellow traveller!” boomed and elderly, friendly voice from the approaching caravan. “Such wonderful weather to be pounding up and down the highways.” He looked upwards wiping the rain from his face as he did so.

“Well met,” replied Rohlen pulling the blanket a little closer. “I wish we were coupled to horses like yourselves,” he added admiring the two brown muscular looking steads.

The old man chuckled, he admiring the oxen on the opposing caravan. “The speed is great when we’re moving, but we’ve spent more time digging ourselves out of the mud for it to be an advantage.”

Rohlen nodded in thought. “Well I suppose that’s one thing they have going for them. They just keep going, even if it is slowly.”

The old man cocks his head in interest. “Are you in a hurry my friend?”

“Only to be out of this infernal rain, and get our passengers to their destination.”

“Well the rain has been a curse on this land for too long,” he replied philosophically. “Where would your destination be? If you are not offended by my asking.” His tone changed with the asking of the question.

Rohlen smiled unfazed. “As the saying goes. All roads lead eventually to Breakwater.”

“That’s an awfully long way! Where have you travelled from?” The old man asked leaning forward, listening intently.

“The ill fated city of Tasgard. If you’re headed there, then you’ll find not much left. Oh, perhaps some armoured horsemen who passed us a moon ago, but I fear they may have met their demise at the hands of some goblin wolf riders.” Rohlen paused, suddenly aware that he had parted more information than he would have done normally.

The wizard glanced a simple jeweled ring upon his off hand third finger. A dull hue glowed from it telling Rohlen all he needed to know. The old man sensed he had been found out too.

“Speak Truth?” asked Rohlen a heavy degree of seriousness to his tone as he waved his hand slowly through the air.

Now sitting back, the old man scrabbled over his words, “These are, erm, dangerous times, being on the road more so.”

“Oh I agree. Perhaps I should cast a spell of my own.”

The old man’s face suddenly flashed with intense horror as he raised both hands outstretched seeking forgiveness.

“You could let me introduce his neck to my axe,” said Tumbor returning to leaning out the window, whilst voices behind him demanded to know what was going on.

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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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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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First Day NSFW 18+

It was my first day in the office and I’d been tasked with photocopying loads of papers for my new boss. What was a mundane task was brightened by the fact the photocopier was situated near an extremely attractive woman dressed in a dark coloured skirt and cardigan outfit. Underneath was a pink low cut frilly garment that kept catching my eye. Actually it was her plunging cleavage that had me transfixed and I’m not ashamed to admit getting myself off in the toilets imaging my cock rubbing between her breasts. I think she knew my admiration for them, because whenever she caught me looking, she made sure to flash a little more each time.

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The message NSFW +18

There I was, engrossed in the middle of a film when my phone pinged prompting the arrival of a new message.

“I’ve read your private messages, and if you want to fuck her, get here.”

Apprehension caught hold, along with a huge amount of guilt. I replied,

“If I thought you were serious I’d be straight there.”

The very thought of being intimate with her overshadowed any thoughts that he just wanted to batter me. There came the reply.

“Deadly.”

No sooner had I read that, then I was speeding along the motorway to them. My only defence to the police should I be pulled over was that I was off to fuck my dream woman. And yet it may still have been just a lure to batter me senseless.

In less than an hour I stood, my finger hoovering over the doorbell. I pressed it nervously.

It was she who answered the door and my heart just melted instantly. Dressed in just a baggy sweat top and jeans, she looked at me in complete shock.

“What are you doing here?” she questioned. “I’m not alone.”

Holding up my phone, I showed her the message as a figure appeared down the hallway.

“Come in, your letting the hot air out. No using our bed and no kissing,” he said bluntly.

“Are you serious?” she asked as she took my hand. “You’re going to just watch as he fuck’s me?”

“He’d be doing me a favour!” he replied, returning to the living room.

I had her top and jeans off before we made the sofa. Her excited nipples erect against the fabric of the lacy bra, my fingers encouraging the damp patch on her matching knickers.

She moaned softly as I released her bra clasp, her impressive breasts hanging free and exposed for my mouth and tongue to explore. For some twenty minutes I did nothing but grope and suck on them, occasionally rubbing her soaking wet panties to further excite her.

Paying attention to her whole body I began kissing my way down. Pulling off her knickers as she arched her back away from the back of the sofa. I pushed my lips against hers, sucking them into my mouth whilst flicking my tongue against her clit. Her hand clasped my head as she pulled me closer, my tongue now deep inside her tasting her juices.

It was about ten minutes after I’d begun sucking her pussy that I’d heard a familiar *beep*. He must of gotten bored as he switched on his games console.

It was time to take him up on his offer. Releasing my straining cock from where it had been constrained in my own jeans, I pressed the tip against her excited and swollen pussy. Slowly, as she moaned deeply, I lowered myself into her. I felt her nails digging into my back.

I gave him a glance, my cock buried deep in his future wife, and his gaze never left the screen. So my attention returned to her beautiful lust filled eyes as we fucked for what seemed like hours. I felt her muscles spasm over my cock several times as she came for me, her expression awash with pleasure and passion.

“Come in me,” she said with a panting whisper, pulling me close and breaking his rule of no kissing. Her lips felt like magic against my own. Her tongue danced with mine forcing me to hit my own release.

With her pussy full of my cum, I returned my head to between her thighs. There was no sweeter taste than drinking both our cum from her pussy, and no better feeling than sharing a mouthful as we kissed.

“If your both done,” he said still fully concentrating on his game.

It was time to take my leave, although the thought of spending the remainder of the night wrapped in her arms never left me. Stood at the door I offered my goodbyes, kissing her tenderly and wiping a tear from her eyes.

“I’ll be in touch when you can do that again,” he called out as I got in my car.

On the drive home I came hard one more time as the thought of what we’d just done played over and over in my head.

I’m now waiting eagerly for his next message.

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Caught – Taboo NSFW +18

The below is a work of complete fiction for a book entitled “Taboo” featuring a number of authors.

There I was, sitting alone, watching porn with my cock in my hand. Trousers around my ankles and erection standing proud as I stroked it gently.

To my utter surprise, in walks my daughter who says nothing but sits opposite me as I struggle to hide myself and pull up my trousers.

Slowly, her hand reaches under her clothes and it becomes evident she’s playing with herself. Her other hand clutches her breast and begins squeezing it tightly.

Caught in confusion. I’m struggling to dress and yet get oddly aroused at what I’m seeing. My cock is throbbing uncontrollably. Even more so as she begins undressing so as to make her own masterbation easier.

I sit back down in the chair. My gaze never leaves my daughter’s actions and I find my erection once again in my hands. Her groans were like sweet music. Her fingers stroking her young nubile clit.

As she brought herself to climax, her body arched and fingers deep inside herself, I felt the sweet release of my own cum all down my hardened shaft.

Slowly she stood, picked up her clothes and left the room. Nothing was ever spoken of the incident again, however I continue to masterbate knowing she’s in the house, hoping I get caught again.

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Discovery NSFW +18

Scrolling through the plethora of like minded souls, dropping a ‘like’ or typing a response to something read that pulls on your mindset and urges interaction.

Then there are those that ‘speak’ to you personally on a connected level. The pages or blogs that draw you in with open arms, that without rhyme nor reason, have you pouring over every word. Hours spent back and forth in textualized conversation.

All too recently I discovered another kind. A visual kind. Normally I pass over the picture in favour of the word, but this had both. It was clever. To consume the text, I found myself devouring the image. Being aroused by the image. Dreaming of the image.

This is ridiculous. I’ve been aroused here by another, her words stimulating me as if touched by her alone, but never by an image. They say a picture speaks a thousand words, and these sit somewhere between foreplay and intercourse.

I welcome the new discovery and all the sexual implications that arise from exploration, but yet I’m left wondering if I explore for the written thoughts, or more the enlightening visuals shared alongside.

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