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Aug 13, 2013
Warning: This post includes a gang bang scenario.
It’s as if they’re hiding somewhere inside of my head. They only come alive when my eyes shut. I know they’re coming, and I try to think of something more…normal.
But sometimes I can’t stop them.
Shut up and open your mouth like a good little slut. Spread your legs. Wider.
If you struggle, it’ll only be worse.
You know you want it anyway. You know you want to suck cock until you gag, until your eyes water. That’s it, take it in deeper. All the way, you can do it.
That’s a good little slut, nice and messy. Drool is a good look for you. Do you like that, slut?
You need more, don’t you? Your legs are shaking, do you think you’re done? You aren’t even full yet, slut.
Which hole should we use next? Her cunt is already wet from the taste of cock. Don’t worry, you’ll get what you deserve, slut.
Pinch her nipples, grab those perfect little breasts.
You’re confused aren’t you slut? You don’t know how many of us there are?
I heard you whimper when he grazed your clit. That was an accident slut, you don’t get any of that yet. You don’t get to come until we’re all done with you. And only if you’re a good little slut.
Look how easily my cock slides into that wet little pussy. Keep sucking. You like that don’t you, fingers in your ass?
Let’s switch places. No, I want her cunt now. Fine, I want her mouth. Who wants her ass?
She’s such a greedy little slut, she needs more. Get the lube. Stuff her.
Slap her face. Harder.
Don’t forget about her tits. Harder.
Do you like that, slut? No answer? Got your mouth full, slut?
I bet your clit wants some attention. Give it to her. Don’t be gentle. Slap it. Choke her. She likes it.
Looks at this wet mess you’ve made slut. I can feel your cunt twitching slut, did we say you could come? Did we say we’re done yet?
You’ll pay for this slut. We can go for hours. You’ll break a new record.
Once we fill you with our come, we won’t need that lube anymore will we slut? Don’t worry though, we won’t stop. There’s a whole room full of us.
Don’t worry, there’s enough of you to go around. Every time you come, we’ll fuck you harder.
You can’t help it, can you slut? We know what you need.
You want more cock, don’t you slut?
Don’t worry, you’ll get what you want.
This post was inspired by the Wicked Wednesday prompt ‘Dark Thoughts.”
Aug 10, 2013
From the time she was a little girl, Little Red’s mother always told her who she was. You’re so sweet, she’d say, so innocent and kind. You’re so beautiful, with your perfect, pale skin and deep, shining blue eyes.
Every day she dressed her in frills and lace, tying her pigtails neatly, lacing her little body up tight with a cream colored corset, layering on petticoats and stockings. The finishing touch was always her flowing red cape, the only color in her various ensembles.
Little Red’s mother never let her leave their home or their yard, warning her of the dangers in the neighboring woods. She said there was a Big Bad Wolf out there, a huge, ugly creature with sharp teeth who ate little girls. Whenever she heard strange sounds from the forest at night, Little Red pulled the covers over her face, afraid the wolf would come to get her.
Little Red tried her best to be a good girl, hiding behind her hood whenever she went outside. She kept her eyes low and her voice soft. Little Red always did as she was told.
But as years passed and Little Red matured, she grew tired of the itchy lace, the restrictive clothing, and most of all, the expectation that she would always be perfect Little Red, quiet and proper.
One day, while Little Red’s mother went to town for a few days, Little Red grew bored and restless. She wandered outside, yearning to know what was beyond their picket fence. The summer’s heat was suffocating, and she felt like she might faint. If her mother had been around, she would have told her to go inside and lie down, to rest. But Little Red was tired of listening to mother.
Beads of sweat dripping down her back, Little Red decided to try to cool off, so she could explore further. She kicked off her shoes and peeled off her stockings, instantly relieved by the freeing feeling of air on her bare legs. She pulled off her petticoat, and after some struggle, managed to untie her corset, letting it drop to the ground. She removed everything except her cape, since she’d always liked it. It was the only color in her monotonous life.
As she walked towards the front gate, Little Red caught a glimpse of her reflection in the silver mailbox and was surprised by what she saw: two round, perky breasts, a small waist, curvy hips, a little bush of hair between her legs, and a slit of flesh below it. She’d never really looked at herself naked before, at least not all together at once. She realized she was beautiful, even without the lace and the gowns.
With only her cape, Little Red ran away from her house and into the woods, afraid of what she might find, but tired of feeling scared, sheltered, and weak. The terrain was uneven, so she used a long stick that she found to help her along her trek. So far nothing seemed frightening, and the sound of birds singing comforted her.
As she came around a large tree, Little Red saw something peculiar on the ground. At first she was thought it was some sort of small creature, but it wasn’t moving. She approached it cautiously, and found that it was a long white and grey tail, but it didn’t belong to any animal. When she picked it up, she realized it had a piece of glass attached to it, as if it were some sort of decoration.
Confused, Little Red sat in front of the big tree, feeling the smooth glass and running her fingers through the soft fur. She had no idea what it was for, but she sat there for a while, mesmerized by its beauty.
The longer she held the tail, the more Little Red realized how unhappy she’d been lately, how sad and unsatisfied. She petted the smooth fur as she thought, calmed by it. For a moment she considered returning home with the tail, so she could find out who it belonged to, when suddenly she realized, beyond a doubt, that the tail was in fact meant for her.
As if by magic, the glass piece attached to the tail was cold despite the heat outside, and Little Red dragged it across her bare skin, first on her neck and around her breasts, then moving lower. Her skin tingled, and wetness blossomed between her thighs. Her eyes, which were usually wide, half closed as she moaned, her legs shaking and her breath wavering, as she reached her first high of orgasmic pleasure.
Afterwards, Little Red collapsed in a heap on the ground, panting. Now she knew why her mother had tried to hide her beneath layers of clothing, and why she wouldn’t let her alone in the forest. Little Red had discovered the power her body was capable of. She wasn’t a perfect little porcelain girl at all, she was meant to be wild. Nothing could stop her.
She shed her cape, the last thing holding her back, and lay on the forest floor, writhing in the leaves and dirt, the sun warming her naked flesh. Little Red finally knew what to do. She took the cool glass piece of the tail and rolled over on her side, touching herself. As she reached her second orgasm, she pushed the glass into herself from behind. She gasped as it entered her, as she transformed.
She rose from the ground, reborn, blood coursing through her veins with a heat from deep within her. She saw the red cape on the ground and almost didn’t recognize it.
She wasn’t Little Red anymore.
She laughed at the thought of who she’d once been, that scared, frilly little girl. She got on all fours and wagged her tail, growling. A fierce, lustful hunger consumed her.
When Little Red’s mother finally returned home from town, she was distraught to find that Little Red wasn’t in her room. As she looked all around the house, she heard a chilling howl in the distance, a sound unlike anything she’d heard before. It resembled that of a wolf, but slightly higher pitched, and much more frightening. She shuddered, worried that she’d never see her Little Red again.
Photography: Epic Studios
Tail: Crystal Delights Arctic Marble Fox
Jul 6, 2013
It was my first time.
I knew he could tell;
His blue eyes reflected
My nervousness, and
“Take off your panties,” he said,
“Leave your heels on.”
I tried my best to look calm
As I slid them off, slowly.
His look was like a touch,
Moving from my feet to my legs,
Pausing at my cunt, then up
To my stomach,
My neck, lingering
On my face.
My skin tingled.
By the time he kissed me,
I was already wet.
He didn’t have to say the words,
I could feel them.
His rough hands pulled me in.
“You’re mine,” they said.
Photo of Jake and I by Steve DeMent Photography
*This image was published in Fetfan Magazine Issue 04 (p.28)
Apr 6, 2013
Jake looks delicious lying on the bed in his blue boxer briefs, his curly hair still damp from a shower.
“Want a bj?” I ask, sitting down next to him.
He looks up, smiling, “No, I hate those.”
“Oh really?” I say, gently feeling his form over fabric.
Soon he has my tank off and one breast in his mouth and the other in his hand, pinching gently.
“Last night I had a sex dream and an orgasm in my sleep,” I say as my nipples stiffen. “I was tied up and taken advantage of, and I loved it.”
My left breast is warm beneath his lips, and my right tingling in the cool air after a lick.
“At one point I remember having your cock in my mouth while being fucked by another man.”
“That’s hot,” he says, reaching beneath my panties, tracing my lips.
“Let’s play with Adam,” I say.
A little while later, I’m lying on my back, and Jake is kneeling above me, hovering and ready.
“I want your cock in my mouth,” I say. I feel Adam’s tip teasing my vulva, without entering yet.
I open, Jake thrusts, and I moan around him as my throat is filled with his hardness and at the same time my cunt with Adam’s. I take him in all the way, and suck and suck and forget to breathe until he pulls out, gasping as he rubs himself on my face. Adam moves faster now, and every push feels intensified by the pressure of his girth on my g-spot.
“I’m a good little slut, aren’t I?” I ask as I gasp for air and think about how I must remember to breathe next time.
“Yes, you are.”
He moves Adam away from me, freeing my hands.
“Put your hands on my cock,” he says. Now Adam’s pace matches Jake’s, fast thrusts that seem to echo inside of me. My bush is sticky with a mixture of juices and lube, and Jake grabs it, pulling it roughly, how I like it.
My body skips back and forth between my twitching, full cunt, and my wide, full mouth, both dripping.
Jake pulls out again, and shoves my head lower. He’s still wet with my spit, and I stroke him while I lick and suck his balls. He touches my clit for the first time, and my head swirls, my muscles tightening and aching for release.
I moan, moving even lower to his ass, until all I can see and smell is his flesh. I attack it, firing my tongue in rapid circles.
“Oh fuck that feels good,” he says, groaning.
I moan back in answer from below him, and somehow I’m able to keep licking and stroking as I come hard, clenching around Adam as my hips grind up against Jake’s fingers. My pleasure fuels Jake’s, and he joins me in orgasm, his thighs tightening as he squirts onto my neck, my chin, and a few tasty drops on my lips.
Afterwards Jake and I clean up a bit and head to the kitchen to make dinner.
Having served his purpose, Adam gets a quick shower and returns to his drawer, until next time.
Mar 6, 2013
After a Sunday evening of sex, going out for hot wings, and watching the new episode of The Walking Dead, Jake and I have just curled up in bed. Grateful for the soothing feeling of finally being completely still, my tired muscles begin to loosen and settle. I feel Jake shift towards me, and although sleep is beckoning, I open my eyes a little to find him giving me a lustful look. His right arm is beneath the comforter, and I move it to the side, revealing his hand on his erect cock.
At first I think he’s going to reach for me, to try to turn me on and awaken me fully for more sex, and I can’t help but think about how I have to be up in exactly 8 hours.
But he doesn’t. Instead, he simply smiles and says, “Babe, can I jack off while I look at your pussy?”
The calm of his voice, the mixture of affection and arousal on his face, and his simple request sends warmth between my legs, and I feel blood begin to pulse in the part of me he desires.
“Sure baby,” I say, as I shift the covers and open my legs, pulling my panties aside.
“Mmm,” he groans softly as he strokes himself, “it’s so pretty.”
I scoot my ass closer to him, and pull up my t-shirt, gently caressing my breasts. I love watching him touch himself, I love the intimacy of seeing how he plays when I’m not around. Now that I’m closer he reaches out with his free hand, and gently opens my lips a little, feeling around my bush.
“I love how hairy it is. I love everything about it,” he says.
By now my clit is more awake than the rest of me and longs for touch, and I lick a finger and gently attend to it. Jake’s still moving steadily, exploring, but in a way that implies he doesn’t need me to do anything besides lie there for him to admire. For a moment he stops touching himself, and places his face between my legs, giving me a single, long, slow lick before moving back to his original position.
He continues to gaze at my pussy as he strokes himself, and his enthralled expression makes me warm and wet, my fingers gliding easily. I can see and feel him adoring my cunt, even though he’s no longer touching me. I near the edge of an orgasm, and I can sense that he is as well by his increasing speed and intensity.
“I want you to come on me,” I say, moving towards him.
“Where?” he asks.
My first instincts make me say, “On my nipple,” since it’s closest to him, and the perked pink seems like the perfect place. But as we near our climaxes together, I change my mind.
I want more than his warmth on my skin, I want to taste him, to feel our connection.
“No, in my mouth,” I gasp as my legs tighten with my blossoming pleasure and moans seep from my lips. He moves over me.
“Now,” he says.
Just as he begins to flow, I cup his head between my warm lips, shuddering with the last moments of my own ecstasy, sucking him gently as he groans and his thrusts slow to a stop. I release him from my mouth’s grip, and he squeezes out one last bit.
I lick it off and smile up at him. We kiss and mutter words about how hot it was, and say goodnight.
And as I gently slip back into the cocoon of sleep, I savor the lasting taste of him.