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.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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When

When your fears turns to tears, and dreams crumble into decaying debris.

When salvation becomes the barrel of a loaded gun and you drink your poison to numb the pain.

When every fibre of you soul is manipulated like a marionette’s strings, pushed and pulled beyond you will.

When a heart doesn’t break, but it cracks and shatters into millions of pieces lifting into the night sky to join the stars.

When the words have been spoken and all feelings gone.

That is when it’s the end.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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Brave the Shave 2019

This me. A hairy tattooed lover of heavy metal.

This time last year my mother passed away after a brief battle with cancer. In her honour, and to raise money for the Mcmillan Nurses who eased her pains during her stay in hospital, I have decided to undertake the Brave the Shave 2019.

The long hair and beard will all go, and be donated to a charity that makes wigs for cancer survivors.

My hair loss will be temporary. The loss of my mother permanent. If you can, and only if you can, spare a little loose change to make a donation, it is all going to such a deserving cause.

https://bravetheshave.macmillan.org.uk/shavers/chris-brown2

Thank you for just reading.

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Birth

“Go forth and forge a new life with this your second chance. We shall return should you need our aid, until such time as you able to reach for the stars yourselves and find your way home.”

The chosen few walked their first steps upon this Earth to spark the Dawn of Man. Meanwhile the ship that brought them, sped across the galaxies to their distant home in the stars. Then they watched.

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Her Smile

I lay awake gazing at her sleeping face

She always looks so beautiful in my eyes

But it’s during these times she looks so at peace

The weight of her troubles have lifted

And the scars from flowing tears have smoothed

I lay awake watching her eyes flicker

Pondering the dreams that play out in her head

Brushing her hair from off her face

A smile unfurls from across her lips

Closing my eyes I wait for slumber happy

I love her smile

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It’s been awhile

A pale blue sky threatens to break through the early morning grey and bleary clouds.

The light wind rustles through young tree branches making them animate to some silent dance.

From where I sit in a silent house in contemplation of the day ahead, I watch as squirrels dash up and down with youthful endless energy.

Life is good.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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Ratings

So I just read post on Facebook that deeply offended me, but then also had me questioning my own past views.

A young woman posted about her recent experience using a well known dating app and a response she received from potential, or so she thought, connection. It read along the lines of, “Sorry, I could never go on date with you as, at best, you rate as a 6. Ad I am an 8, obviously I’m looking for someone equal or higher to my rating.”

First of all, who rated him an 8? Secondly, if I were to be objective, I’d score her higher than a 6. However, beauty is subjective. What one finds beautiful is not always seen the same way by another. Using this guy’s rating mechanic and his goal to date equal to or higher, what makes him think a 10 rated woman would want to be seen with a 8 rated male?

The whole thing is preposterous! Beauty is very much within the eye of the beholder and should not be subjective to a dumb ratings method.

I’d like to think I’ve rejected the chance of a relationship based on compatibility, not because of looks alone.

Thoughts of: authorchrisbrown

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