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.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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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.

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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Punishment NSFW +18

Laid over my knee

Naked once soft white skin

Now red with handprint scars

Punishment for brattish behaviour

Tears cascading from pain felt eyes

Playing my emotions?

Large hands easing the pain

Firm powerful strokes across each cheek

A gentle writhing to guide my hand

Urging to be felt in places pleasuring

My hand falls heavy again

The imprint left in white

Upon her once again reddening skin.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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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.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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A Stranger’s Touch NSFW +18

From the moment she closed her eyes, despite the warmth of the midday sun, she felt the heat of his breath upon her neck and shoulders. It made her catch her own in anticipation of what was to come.

Simultaneously, as his large powerful hands smultched the paint upon her breasts, his hands cupping and squeezing them tightly, so his lips pressed against her neck as his teeth bit softly her tender skin.

His touch weakened her knees, her defences lay in rubble to his advances as he span her round to face him. Her eyes remained closed, the fear of opening them and him disappearing all too true in her mind.

He pulled her to him, their naked bodies tight against each other. His excited penis brushed against her leg, it’s girth and length something she needed to feel intrude upon her inner being.

Lifting her easily, she wrapped her legs around his waist and draped her arms around his neck waiting. She felt moisture soaking her vagina simply from the anticipation of him entering her. His girth stretching apart her lips, his length threatening to puncture he insides.

She felt herself falling. Why? She hadn’t opened her eyes. She still felt him wrapped in her arms. Suddenly the floor cradled her back and she felt his weight upon her. She also felt the pain and desire as he sunk himself within her. It was heavenly divine.

With now full control, his demeanour shifted. A primitive lust and animal instinct took over as he pounded relentlessly his enormous penis as hard and as deep as he could get it. As if in some competition with himself, he tried to go faster, harder and deeper than the last thrust. A hand grabbed at her still paint covered breast and squeezed it tightly, crushing her erect nipple into his palm.

This was nothing but an urge satisfied, a carnal desire satisfied. His release long and powerful. As he removed himself from her, his still pulsating penis pumped cum down his leg. As the paint that once adorned her body mixed with his juices, it lightened, offering a softer palate of colours.

Quickly she opened her eyes dispelling his image. As she gazed down upon her throbbing vagina, admiring the palate her own cum and fingers had mixed she lay back on the sun soaked grass catching her breath.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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Writing request NSFW +18

The heat of the midday sun was stifling, sweat poured from her paint covered body causing haphazard rivers of colour to flow down her naked flesh.

The canvas sat upon the sun baked grass, untouched, virginal. It called to her, called for her colours to leave their mark. She willing obliged.

It was something carnal, primeval. A primitive sexual release as pressed her body into the canvas and felt the colours impregnate the once untouched whiteness.

Her breasts heaved as she panted with euphoria, standing and admiring the birth of her creation. The excitement stimulated and heightened her sexual desires.

Closing her eyes, she touched herself. A delicate exploration raising her sensitivity, arousing her further knowing prying curious eyes could witness the climax of her art.

Thoughts of sex with an unnamed stranger flourished in her susceptible and impressionable mind. Consumed and ravished for the selfish needs of another, and yet submissively gifting herself in the pleasure of the moment.

Paint stained his body, his cum changing the palette to lighter shades of the original colour. Her eyes flashed open. There was no place upon her canvas for his contribution.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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The Dare +18 NSFW

It was the day of the meeting. Several years in the making, the time had come to banish the computer screen and replace it with just the distance of fresh air both felt comfortable with. They had talked of greeting with a hug, even a kiss, but the reality was that no matter what ideals they talked about, events would play out the way their social anxieties would allow them. He the introvert, she very much the complete opposite.

The last conversation they had had been the previous evening.

“Wear something distinctly you,” he’d asked. “Something I’ll always remember.”

Was it an honest request? Or was it a dare? He knew all along that he would be wearing a tailored suit with polished shoes. Who could resist a well groomed man. She on the other hand had no idea how to interpret his request.

Catching the train the sweat started to pour from his brow. It had all become so very real. In a few hours they would be meeting face to face. His heart started to flutter madly.

The station was unfamiliar. Getting off the train he saw nothing but a sea of strange faces that looked right passed him, sometimes through him. Doubt entered his mind.

‘What if she doesn’t show up?’ he thought as he paced along the platform forlornly. But she was there. The minute he saw her all was right with the world. Running, he wrapped her up in his arms as it seemed the whole world had became nothing but a slow motion blur. In that moment his social awkwardness had been left on the train, but it soon caught up with him. He let her go and took a couple of steps backward.

It was the first time he saw what she had chosen to wear. He laughed loudly, so honestly his tears welled with tears.

“Do you approve?” she said sporting nothing on her top half, but two belts trying their best to protect her modesty.

“OMG yes! So definitely you, and I’m never going to forget the visual treat.”

“Good, because I’ll let you watch as I take them off to put on a t-shirt if you’d like?”

“Very much so. I’ve hinted for so long for you to gift me a glimpse, but seeing you in person is going to far exceed my wildest dreams.”

“I can make those dreams a reality for you!”

Never in public had he felt himself become so aroused. He became extremely paranoid that those walking past could see his erection bulging in his trousers.

“Would you like to go for a drink?” he countered quickly changing the subject.

“That would be lovely,” she said taking the lead as to where to go. “I like your suit by the way. Very dapper.”

“Thank you,” he replied happy he had made the effort.

“It shows off your huge cock perfectly.”

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Writing Challenge 18+ NSFW

When dreams become Reality

Breasts are predictable. You can almost guess the shape and how they’d look, the only surprise being the size of the areola or how pert the nipple. I don’t think I’ve been left speechless by the wonderment of the female breast, maybe because you don’t have to look to hard to find a pair.

The vagina on the other hand is a magical gift. The formation of the lips, the presentation of whether it’s wearing hair or not, and how that hair is groomed……or not. It is has become the last bastion of sexuality advertising hasn’t used to sell or promote stuff.

So when you’re gifted a look at that sacred area by someone you have feelings for, well for me it turned a year long dream into reality. The small tuft of trimmed hair, and the beautiful lines that formed her vagina, both clearly viable through her sheer light blue knickers.

There were no more assumptions. No more wondering. She had gifted me a view of her breasts some time a go, but her vagina had been a holy grail. Until now.

The next dream to change, is seeing them not as a photo, but in person.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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