#No one can know I'm into slimes climbing up inside of me and making me super slime pregnant

[jacksprostate]

One of the lesser known side effects of your condo getting blown up and a lamp lancing through your car like a bullfighter's verduguillo is that when you move to the outskirts of a city and have to rely on the failing public transport system, your commute to work starts to take two hours if you're lucky. Most of the time, I'm not lucky. I leave for work an hour before sunrise and still arrive a half hour late. Coming home is worse.

Public transit could be good. Everyone says it. Tyler tells me, in the future where we've burnt civilization to the ground, we won't need transit at all since the suburban dream will have died and everything you could ever need will live right with you in the nestled bosom of a ruined city. Kudzu vines will let you climb the exposed concrete and rebar until you're twenty stories tall. Stations of gliders, made with the skins of the cattle we keep. We'll need nothing beyond flight radius. There will be streams, broken back out of the pavement and basements, rivulets to ride back home to the shore. The world will close again, small and destroyed and hurting. A seedling.

For now, I ride the bus home.

The later it takes for the bus to show up, the worse the crowd gets. A man with his hand in his pants. The growing smell of piss from another. Someone laid out along the back bench seats, two stops from death. Of course, the fifteen-odd witnesses who won't move a muscle. Avert your eyes and thoughts and path.

Sometimes, when the buses are running especially thin, mid-route the driver will get a call on his radio instructing him to take the B route through another section of downtown. There, we pick up worse.

College students. Young couples. Those nights, this night, I have plenty of young hot things sliming into each other's mouths for the rest of my trip. It's unavoidable. Surround sound. The crinkle of hands gripping through jackets and all the wet smacks mix together with the creaking and squeaking of the bus like it's a roadside motel. I am forced to look at these fresh, vacant twenty year olds and I wonder — how much could one person want to disappear?

You could bring an Armalite AR-180 carbine gas-operated semiautomatic on here. Open carry. Maybe that would make everyone stop. Sit in your seats quietly. Legs together. Follow the implicit rules. Walk home quickly and don't react to any calling. Switch sides of the street as needed to avoid the footsteps behind you, but not so much that the chase is interesting. Ignore how they speed up, you speed up, and you hear two laughs. Oh, the power of a rifle.

When I get to Paper Street, we've entered eternal twilight. The smog crests over us like a dome, blotting out the stars and lowering the atmosphere within reach. Industrial lot lights shine their way to the edges like the stars of the Truman show. Everything smells like ass.

If I called it home, Tyler would probably light it on fire. Between the asbestos and the gallons of water soaked into the house, it'd smolder for months. Our yard is littered with glass, tetanus, and leptospirosis. I've got this ache carving away at my insides, like I took Tyler to work with me and she's been tunneling out.

I open the door, set down my briefcase, and think about the fact that I have to do this tomorrow and the day after and until I die.

She's in the kitchen, in her robe. Tyler has her sunglasses on, she has to barely be able to see me with that gaze. Lit up by the lamps littered through the room like electric storm candles. She's smoking.

Tyler says, "Take off your skirt. I'm tired of seeing that thing."

Vertigo can be associated with presyncope. It feels like you're falling. It feels like you're going to vomit as the failing floorboards split apart and swallow you up.

Tyler says, "I don't know why you bother. We both know how you feel about this." She steps closer, blows smoke in my bloodless face. I wish I could take it on, I wish I could lock us both in an old fridge and infuse us with her breath. With all the soap Tyler makes, she still smells like shit. If she died I'd sleep in her corpse until it faded.

"You flatter me sometimes, psycho girl." Tyler reaches a hand past me, cages me to the door. On the other side, there's the edges of our little set, with the door closed you can't see the dollhouse way the world gives up past a hundred feet. The other hand, it trails down my side like it's made of fire, unbearable and intense. She's looking down, cigarette tugging at her lip, hooded eyes probably tracking how I twitch and jump under her fingers. I can't not look at her. The chip in her tooth. The intensity to her eyes. Her mouth. I'm too loose, I'm going to slip out of her arms and under the door and down the street.

She finds the zipper. Tugs it down, my skirt falls around me like the goddamned Berlin wall. It lies in a limp pile around my legs; she can see my tights. My underwear. She's exposed me. The cavern in me is massive. Yawning.

Tyler stubs out her cigarette on the door and presses me into it, too.

Right by my ear, she murmurs, "You always make me take what you want." Her hands slip around me — gripping my shirt at my shoulder, slipping around to my lower back, my ass — I don't know what to do with mine. I've got them splayed out. I'm staring at the ceiling, her hair half-obscuring it.

Her lips, against my cheek. Brushing, she's making her way back and I know and I'm not ready.

Tyler bites at my lip, pulls it soft and gentle between hers with the same sincerity and focus that she's used to fracture my jaw. My heart at the derby. It's one of those horses running so hard their lungs fill with blood and their organs explode. I open my eyes, I didn't know I closed them, the lights blind me.

Her hand slides up my shoulder, my neck. She's got to feel my pulse. Pile driving. She cups my face, right where she broke it. Tyler directs me into her kiss.

She says, into my mouth she breathes and says, "Let yourself do something, why don't you?"

I know she's looking at me. My eyes fell shut again, I'm trapped in the feeling of her lips on mine but I know she's looking at me, close, half-lidded and intense. Trembling, I ache and creak and try. I try.

Tyler could be eating me, I would still try to feed myself to her.

I'm rewarded with her tongue. On my lips, in my pliant, confused mouth. Volcanic hot springs. Earthquakes, fractures, overflowing. I imagine Tyler and her tongue elsewhere. I make a noise, it's so pitiful you could take it out back and shoot it.

She leans on me, puts her whole body weight on me and the rotten wood miracle holding us up. Her hand slithers out from behind me to grab my wrist. Caught red handed, stricken, full of nothing and twitching.

Tyler slips her thigh between mine, it's pressure so impossibly hard I could cry. I am crying. I'm such a hopeless participant that when she kisses her way to the corner of my mouth and drinks up my tears, I welcome her back all the same. My thighs open up and hug her all the same. I am perpetually the beaten dog, fleeing and running back to its owner.

My other hand, my left, free hand finds its home on her nape. Tangled in her short, greasy hair. Tyler needs to kiss me until the world caves in.

She brings my hand down. A ventriloquist, she kisses me deep and my wooden fingers slip through her bathrobe. The edge of her boxers. I am crying, I am kissing Tyler Durden as she flattens me so I cannot escape this perfect misery as she brings my wooden fingers to her folds and I feel. Wet.

My fingers twitch. It's impulse. It's inverse familiarity. It's feeling, labia minora. Something more. Tyler would have the words for this. She pushes my hand against herself, the meat of my palm against her pubic mound as she devours me. She could do it all herself.

The way it feels, sliding, warm. Warm like my whole body is trapped in between Tyler's thighs. It could be my head. My tongue. My tongue curling around her clit. These images flash through me like full-body phantoms. On my knees, my hands on the sensitive meat of her inner thighs. Like I'm getting buckshot to the chest point blank. Our positions reversed. My tongue in her mouth. My leg between hers. Reload. Her hand, held by mine.

I push my hand against her.

Tyler moans into my mouth.

I push my hand against her, and slide my palm over her clit, her chest flutters against mine. God would kill for this. Tyler is all around me, my index finger is slick and wet with her and it's easy. It's pressing into melted butter.

Tyler's falling apart, Mona Lisa, she's saying nothing and burying me in her lust. There's new tears and they aren't mine. I'm tugging at her hair, she's forcing me into a single point. Singularity.

I have two fingers in Tyler, she's holding me there and I'm arching up into her when she cracks, splitting apart and all over me like an egg. Everywhere. She shoves her face into mine, foreheads together, noses, her shades are off and her mouth is open as she shudders and mixes my breath with hers.

Her other hand lets go, finds its way up to the other side of my face, she's still leaning on me. I'm still keeping my hand on her. I want her to drown it. I feel every shiver. She presses, synchronous, hands down my neck, my shoulders, Tyler buries her face in my hair. Right next to my ear. She bites my earlobe. She lets a hand slip up my shirt. Her hand cups me, I haven't worn a bra since moving in with her, her thumb slides over my nipple. She slips her fingers into my tights.

Her fingers on my bare skin. Tyler puts a palm on me, over the wet patch soaking through my underwear, and her fingers are stuck between my clit and her thigh.

And I wake up.

I'm on the bus.

I'm on the bus, and I'm surrounded by young couples giving each other 9-hour anniversary STDs, and I've soaked through my underwear.

When I arrive at my stop, I walk for fifteen minutes to get to Paper Street. There's a hot, heavy mist beading on my skin. Thickening my breath. It's fat with the fart smell of paper processing and rich in heavy metals.

I open our door. It barely stays in its frame, sort of opening like a twice-hinged, fully-sized, single-doored saloon.

Tyler's in the kitchen, in her robe. She's smoking.

She stares at me through her sunglasses.

I set down my briefcase. I stand there, and she still smokes.

She's looking through me. She's seeing all my stains.

Tyler expects something of me.

Her eyes track me, all the way up the stairs. all the way to my room, to my moldy mattress. They see me shower in brown-red water and scrubbing furiously on my clothes. They see me wide awake, waiting for the bus the next morning.

I am always failing Tyler.

#fight club #female fight club au #my writing #ohhhh my god #fuck #sobbing #idk what to say #i ended on the same line as another f fc ficlet i wrote. because it still applies. fuck you chuck gets to repeat things so do i idk #finishing this literally gave me a headache. i have problems #inspired by lalikeslichto's drawings

[septimusmoonlight]

Anonymous: Imagine you get kidnapped or something by a shady government organization, and you wake up stuck in a wall, ass and legs out of sight on one side of the wall while your head and torso is on the other. There’s also something else in the room with you - some kind of swarm of tentacles or some other kind of slimy creature. They really, really want to get to the other side of the wall - and there’s only one way through. Your mouth. So they start to force their way past your lips, down your throat, choking you with their girth and their slime… but it does feel a little good, either from some fucked up thing in your brain wanting to be violated or some chemical they’re giving off, you can’t really tell not care. And then you feel something around your leg. There’s more creatures in the other side of the room - and they want to cross, too.

Ooh, this is creative, I like this <3

If this particular branch or organization or what-have-you can't get funding because of the usual government bureaucracy, then they're going to have to resort to shadier methods in order to get what they need, and what they need is a test subject. Unfortunately, I just so happened to get the short end of the stick, and I wake up in a less-than-optimal situation, with one half of my body on one side of a thick wall and the other half isolated from it.

Looking at the creature, it's dark, sludgy. It only looks like a lump of slime, at first, maybe about the size of a crouched person - but peering deeper reveals something squirming, tangling. It gets closer to me, tendrils seeking the base of the wall, and I realize something: it wants to get to the other side. With me blocking the only hole visible, there's clearly only one route for it to take, and there's nothing I can do to resist as it gets closer and closer, reaching out, seeking a path through to the other side. I don't know what the proprietors here are using to motivate it, but it appears motivated indeed, if its urgency is anything to go by.

It explores my upper body, my arms, my face, and then finds what it's looking for. Before I can say anything, before I can even attempt to press my lips together, the thing slides into my mouth, sending a hunk of slime and tendrils across my tongue. I choke and sputter, unprepared, but the slime is undeterred, pressing itself against the back of my throat to force more of itself inside, sliding down into my stomach. Now that it's found a way through, the rest of its body seems eager to join in, climbing up the wall and up my body in order to make its way into my mouth, squirming down my throat to bloat my stomach just like the rest of it. I'm uncomfortably full within minutes, my midsection distended slightly around the uninvited guest, but there's no stopping it - it's not even halfway done.

My eyes roll back in my head as it gets more insistent, parting my throat easily to move more quickly. I can barely sneak in a breath between pulses of slime and writhing appendages, but that's not even the worst of it, because the thing has found the rest of its pathway. My stomach abruptly feels less full, in exchange for the rest of me stretching to accomodate something not meant for the human body. That's what these tests are for - can the human body withstand a monster like this, treating it as nothing but a pathway to its next goal? I suppose I'm here to find out, and to help other people find out. I wonder who might be watching this take place over a hidden camera, taking notes somewhere in another room. Sarcastically, I hope they're enjoying the show.

My midsection distends further as the tentacled thing makes itself perfectly at home, working its way through the maze of my guts, more slime and arms filling my stomach while the rest of it explores my intestines. It takes a few more minutes to make any more progress, but its progress is obvious once it gets there - a burst of slime and fluids, and there are tentacles spilling out of my asshole on the other side of the room, slopping down my legs and regrouping on the floor between my feet. That's what finally makes me moan outright, my toes curling and my muscles tensing because that's all I can do in my bonds, my asshole tightening around the appendages wriggling through it. The creature doesn't like its progress being impeded, and responds by using more force, speeding up its journey through my body.

One particularly stubborn clump of tentacles is what tips me over the edge into cumming, but I can't even moan past the last few portions of sludge filling my mouth. At least the creature is almost done with me, but the rest of it still has to get through before I can consider myself truly out of the woods - and I'm not even all that sure I want it to be done, busy basking in the pleasure from the writhing arms stimulating the walls of my guts, my stomach, my asshole. When my mouth is finally free again, I can moan obscenely, whorishly, and I stop caring who might be looking on for observational data. Who cares what kind of data they're getting from this? Who cares if someone's jacking off to this while they're supposed to be taking notes?

Unfortunately for my tired body, it's not over when the last of the tentacles slides out of my asshole. Another creature on the other side wants to get through just the same as the other one, and it's determined to do so in the exact same way - just in reverse. My asshole, loosened by the slime from the first creature, easily accepts a gooey clump of appendages as it starts making it way up my system, seeking the opposite end, stimulating every nerve ending it can find on the way there. I'm so full, so full, so round and heavy, my belly bloated with something I didn't ask for, things squirming out of my mouth and slopping onto the floor with a wet noise. It makes me cum even harder than the first one did, and by the time it's all the way through, I'm hanging limply from the wall, heaving for breath and drenched in sweat.

Are there more of these creatures? What was the motivation for this test in the first place? What are they? How many people are going to see camera footage of me cumming while my ass is violated by a creature I don't even have a name for?

I don't care about that now. What I care about is getting another one inside of me as quickly as possible.

#Originally posted October 16th 2023 #asks #anonymous #my writing #nsft text #patreon.com/septimusmoonlight #stuck #slime #all the way through #tentacles #dubcon

[devilishlyhandsome123]

Life of the Party

Warning ⚠️ 18+ adults only! Enemies to Lovers. Smutty smut smut. Hate sex....or is it? Don't be a fool, wrap your tool! (Unfortunatley, this one has unprotected sex involved). Drinking. Mentions of Marijuana use. College party. Sorry if I forget any warnings.

It has also come to my attention that I'm a one trick pony with dominant males, bratty/submissive females, and short but dark sexy time scenes. What can I say? I like what I like and it's typically what I read. I'm gunna take it down a notch and try something different this time.

Buckle up and enjoy!

"Seriously! Why did I say yes to you? You know I hate Miles. He's had it out for me since freshman year. And now we are going to, yet, another one of his parties. He is going to humiliate me every chance he gets. I mean, the last time, he poured bong water on me!" You say to Christy and she turns into Mile's driveway.

"Look. Eventually he's going to leave you alone. You gotta quit giving him power with those daggers in your eyes everytime you look at him. Stand up for yourself and make him respect you." She says as she turns off the car. "Now. Put on your game face. You are gorgeous! Let's get in there and get our drink on."

"You hate me, dont you?" You groan but check your hair and get out of the car.

People are littered on the lawn drinking and you can hear music and laughter pouring out of the house. Walking past a couple of girls talking, you grab their bottle of tequila. When they say "hey!" You turn around and say you need it more. They put their hands up and walk toward a huddle of people. They probably took it from the house anyway.

You take a few swigs off the bottle and walk into the house. The music is vibrating the walls. You follow Christy to the kitchen to get some orange juice. Miles always has a ton of it. You scour his cupboards for the grenadine so you can have your sunrise. You mix it all up in the bottle. Christy sets her eyes on the keg. She never was a liquor drinker.

You walk to the back of the house where the pool is. Miles is out there dancing with all his friends. He has glow sticks all over him. You roll your eyes and think 'What a child.' Chisty grabs your arm and you go to the opposite side of the pool from Miles and start talking to a few of your friends.

After a half hour, and roughly the entire bottle gone, you see Christy's face go into a scowl.

"Hey Teller. What's up bro?" She says.

You cringe internally. Miles puts his arm around your shoulders. You catch a whiff of his cologne mixed with beer. Your brain says he smells good, but you shake the thought cuz he's slime.

"Oh you know. Just hanging out and I see a couple of girls just standing over here and thought I'd offer my services to dance." He smiles and you wish you could slap it from his face.

Shrugging his arm off your shoulders you go to walk away. But you don't get 5 feet before Miles is swooping you up and jumping into the pool. His strong arms and hard body rubs against you and your body betrays you. It wants him. That fuels your fire as you come out of the water gasping for air. He comes up behind you and you slap him across the face.

"Are you serious right now?! Dude, fuck you!" And you climb out of the pool. You can hear him laughing as you stagger toward the house. You had entirely too much too drink already. But now you were soaked and in need of another. You snatch a drink from some dude and chug it. He doesnt look happy about it, but you dont care.

"Man. Someone needs to pull the stick out of their ass." Miles says. You hear a bunch of people laughing and Christy just looks at you. You give her the "I'll be back" wave and head inside. You hear Christy yell at him to go pull the stick out once you're inside. That he was the one continually putting it there.

You make your way through a bunch of people and start to head upstairs. You know Miles keeps it off limits and you need a place to cool your head. You go into Miles' room and grab a t-shirt and start stripping out of your wet clothes. You hang your clothes in his private bathroom and come out to find him standing in the doorway. The way he's leaning into it has your heart racing. His eyebrow lifted on one side.

"Whatcha doing upstairs? You know it's off limits. Might have to forgive you though, looking all sexy in my t-shirt." He licks his lips and steps into the room, closing the door behind him and leaning into it. You know he's drunk and now you feel trapped. You're alone in Miles' room with Miles, who hates you.

"Leave me alone Miles. I'm in no mood for your crap."

He looks at you confused. "What crap?"

"The crap you put me through every time you see me. Now, if you don't mind. I'm in no mood for your hate pranks. I want to take a minute to cool down and let my clothes dry a little so I can go home. I will leave your t-shirt in your bathroom. I just didn't wanna chance flashing anyone."

"You can flash me." He says in a playful tone.

You lay on Miles bed and curl up with a pillow. For hating him so much, you sure are taking comfort in his things. You give in to the comfort and close your eyes, inhaling his scent.

You feel the bed dip a little and sigh. He lays on his side next to you.

"Look at me." You open your eyes and spin slightly. You furrow your brows. "Do you really think I hate you?"

"You could have fooled me if you didnt." You retort.

"OK. I'm sorry that I made you think I hate you. I prank people. I try to have fun with you. Especially when you scowl at me like that. I'm trying to pull a laugh out of you." He rubs his thumb between your eyebrows trying to smooth out your scowl. When you look at him in surprise, he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. "I like you. A lot. Like, if you weren't so mean to me, I would have asked you out. And now I understand why you were so mean."

And your scowl is back. "You are so frustrating." You try and get up out of the bed but Miles wraps his arm around you and pulls you back down.

He looks into your eyes, a soft look on his face. Instantly, you feel the same betrayal you felt in the pool. That makes you cry. Nothing like being mad, drunk, and aroused at the same time.

"Please don't cry. I didn't mean to upset you." Miles rubs his fingers over your face to help wipe away the tears. He really was trying to be sweet and caring.

You bat his hands away and lean into him. Softly pressing your lips to his. He stills for a just a few seconds before he melts into you. He puts his hand into your hair and wraps his other arm around you, pulling you closer into his body. You push him onto his back and climb on top of him. Your hands explore his chest and shoulders. His hands rub up and down your thighs before he finally rests them on your hips under his t-shirt.

Heat runs through your core as he fingers the band of your underwear and moves his hands to massage your ass. You can feel him grow hard under you and all you want to do is rub yourself against him. You moan into his mouth fighting the urge to rub against him. Miles pushes himself against you and the fire in your belly swirls. You stop kissing him and pull his shirt off. He sits up and helps you out of yours. You stop and look at each other, trying to catch your breath.

You growl in frustration, your arousal starting to soak through your underwear and on to Miles' shorts. He smiles at the wet spot you've left. You scoot down just far enough to start unbuttoning his shorts. A smile spreads across his face and he puts his hands under his head to watch you work.

"Keep your hands up there or I will bite it off." You threaten. You hate it when men try to guide you as you suck them into your throat.

You pull miles from his pants and stroke him a few times before you lick him from base to tip and suck of his pre-cum.

"Girl, keep doing that and I will do whatever you tell me for the rest of my life!" Miles says, gripping his hair.

You go back down on him. It's difficult but you manage to get him some of the way into your mouth before he hits the back of your throat. You stop and talk your gag reflex down by relaxing and breathing through your nose. Miles wiggles a bit but you put your hand on his stomach and give him daggers from your eyes. He stills and you start pumping him in and out of your mouth. You lick the base of his shaft and work him until he stiffens. You open your throat and allow him to slide the rest of the way in and stop, just holding him there.

"Oh my God! What are you doing to me!?" Miles says.

You smirk. Drool pours out of your mouth and you pull him out of your mouth. Wiping your face, you start crawling up his body. Your head spins slightly but you keep going. You stop as your sex lines up with his. You rub your wetness over him and then slip him inside of you. You watch as his eyes roll back into his head.

You rock on him, giving yourself double stimulation. The electricity that runs through your body is almost too much. You slow down and Miles frowns.

"Come on babe, you're killing me here."

"Hang on, I promise it's worth it." You reply.

Miles smiles as he sits up, pulling you close to his chest and pushing himself farther inside of you. You groan and kiss him deeply. He starts moving his hips, pumping in and out of you. You match his rhythm. He hits your sweet spot over and over, your fingers digging into his back. He does his best to keep pace and after a few more strokes you are both moaning into each other's mouths.

You could feel his cum leaking out of you and you almost wanted to start a second round. But you pull off of him and kiss his lips softly.

"Best 'I don't hate you' sex ever!" He whispered against your lips.

"Let's not hate each other again soon." You say. You aren't sure if he hears you though because in his drunken daze, he starts to fall asleep.

You find a piece of paper, scrawl your number on it, and say 'Use this number anytime you don't hate me.' You leave it on his bedside table and grab your wet clothes. You head back into the party to find Christy. She's lip locked with some guy in a corner when you tap her on the shoulder. She turns around and eyes you suspiciously.

"Ready? I've got some tea for you and it's hot!" You say.

She leaves the guy hanging by himself and grabs your arm, pulling you out the front door and to the car. When you are both in and buckled, she heads toward home.

"Tell me all about it and you better not leave out any details!"

In the morning, you find a text on your phone.

"I don't hate you. When can I see you again?"

You smile and hug your phone to your chest. Who knew that hating someone could fuel something so great? You couldn't wait to see him again.

#milesteller #miles teller smut #fan fiction

[scifielvesbutnastier]

“I’m deleting my search history.”

#No one can know I'm into slimes climbing up inside of me and making me super slime pregnant #And maybe altering my body or whatever

[lifeofbouyd]

Tenant Affairs

Unknown at the time: Hi, can you help me fix my pipe please? I’ve been trying from morning but it’s not working.

I had watched this girl almost a year and didn’t know how to start a convo and now she wants me to fix her pipe. I wondered what kind of pipe she was talking. Could this be some kinky hook up kinda shit, or was she really in need of help? Mmmmm.

Me: Sure.

I walked in slowly behind her, taking notice of every detail. Expensive drapery hung at her windows and her air fresheners smelled like fresh roses. Her carpet was customized with her name on it and a big portrait of her hung in the wall. She had on nothing but leggings and a sport bra. Seemed as if she had been working out prior to calling me. I had bargauned for a five minutes but it turned out to be half a day of hard work. Pulling down, testing, refitting again and again. Eventually, I solved the problem and I could finally get on with my life. I was so caught up doing her plumbing I had forgotten I was to pick up my girlfriend. Thirty-six missed calls and several messages. I hadn't even cooked yet, sigh. As I was about to leave she offered me some food.

Her: Hey, I just finished cooking and I cooked enough for both of us. Are you hungry?

I hadn't eaten in about twelve hours when she asked. I'm not the kind to eat from people. ”mi no liky liky”. But what if I don't take it? She might feel offended.

Me: Mi no too nyam from people eno muma, but the food scent a gwan wid a vybz. Gimi likle bit deh. She laughed and shared it in a little plate. Muttering about men not eating from women. To be honest, it tasted even better than it looked.

Unknown: My name is Shantel by the way. I'm surprised you didn't ask. Did you already know?

Me: I figured you'd tell me at some point. I'm Bouyd from apartment 26.

We sat there chatting for about an hour before I left, staring at her big butt and stiff tits. This girl was a natural turn on. She took my number in case she ever needed assistance with anything in the future. I didn't see nor hear from her in about two months and as far as I knew, she had forgotten about me. I was chilling one evening when I saw a strange number calling. I didn't answer. I watched it while it rang about four times. I figured if it was important they would either call back or send a message. So said, so done.

Text:

Hi Boyd, Shantel here. I need a really big favor of you. My friend gave me two VIP tickets for her red carpet event this weekend. It's a couples kind of thing and my boyfriend is kind of a dick so he's not suitable for the event. I really can't go alone. Rescue me, please.

I sat there and read the message a few times. She didn't even spell my name right. Either way, the message was pretty straightforward. Just like that, I had a hot date. I kept wondering if she was kidding so I didn't know how to reply. A few minutes later she called back, asking if I had gotten her message and if I could come over. I didn't even waste a second. I made myself at home on her leather couch while she whipped us some finger food.

Shantel: You drink Hennessey right?

Me: yeah

She poured me a glass and sat right next to me. Staring me dead in the eye.

Shantel: I know you don’t know me like that, but I’d like your company to the party. You the only guy I know that Isn’t looking me right now. Can you come with me, please?

Me: As long as you can promise not to try anything fishy.

Shantel: Consider it a deal.

We sat there drinking and chatting till she fell asleep. She was so drunk she couldn’t even make it to her room. I covered her with her blanket, washed what we had used and closed the door on my way out. I couldn’t help but notice she was comfortable enough to have nothing on but a big T-shirt and her bed slippers. Her nipples were shooting at me, and her thick thighs just looked so damn sexy. I stayed up all night thinking about it. Was I sure I didn’t want her to try anything, was I really gonna let all that pass. I thought of all the ways I’d tap that ass and how I’d make her love me. I got so horny, I had to wack myself off.

She invited me over for breakfast the next morning and dinner that evening. Progress. If I didn’t know better I’d think she was looking a man. She said she wanted a date but she acted like she wanted to fuck. She asked me to follow her to get some clothes for the party, which I did. Not knowing what was to come. She threw me her keys and reclined the passenger chair in her 2014 Honda CRV sitting on twenty-twos. Not a woman kinda car if you asked me. We pulled up to store in the town and started browsing through the women section. For everything she got herself she got me something similar. Acting all girlfriendish. Asking questions like; “babe, what you think about this one, does this make my boody look big, can I get something similar for my boyfriend please?” Boyfriend, when did that happen? Mmm 🤔. I played along and humored her. I even slapped her ass a few times to sell the act. As worried as I was, she liked it. On our way home she held my hand real tight, telling me about her life and her mistake of a boyfriend. Tears ran down her cheeks as she got emotional. I felt like I had known her all my life. As soon as we got home, she drowned her feelings in a vintage bottle of vodka. She drank and cried and drank some more, spilling her guts before making bed on the floor.

Shantel: Join me, please. I know you want to.

I sat there staring at her taking her clothes off. She bit her lips and stared me in the eye. Rubbing her perfectly shaped breast. I had always wanted to see her like this. Was this a dream come through, was this the one chance I had always wanted, should I fuck the life out of her? A million Questions fired through my head. Bouyd, come join me, please. I need this.

Me: I want you too, more than you can imagine. But if I was to fuck you now, I’d just be taking advantage of you in your emotional state.

She laughed and turned her back, muttering about her pussy and how many men would kill for the opportunity. I felt like a fool even though I knew I was going the right thing. My conscience kept sticking me in the chest. Why was I a Good Samaritan to this girl? All I wanted to do before was fuck her. But now, I’m playing boyfriend, trying to treat her better than a piece of meat. Had I become a pussy from her sad story, or was I falling in love with her and not even knowing. Whatever it was, I just sat there, staring at her on the floor. Looking so peaceful. I wanted to be balls deep inside her, have her running out of breath with my every stroke. I threw her across my shoulder, making my way to her room. I tucked her in tightly and kissed her on her forehead, goodnight. By the time I could walk away she pulled me in the bed, wrapped her legs around my waist and kissed me. Cold chills ran down my spine, leaving me defenseless. I had wanted to kiss her for as long as I’ve known her. Her lips tasted like lavender and felt so soft as if they were melting on mine. “Tell me you don’t want to fuck me,” she said. Staring me dead in the eye and biting her lips. “Tell me you haven’t jerked off thinking about cumin deep inside my pussy.” I just laid there with my dick straining my pants. I stared at her in silence, trying to control my breathing. How’d she know I jerked off to the thought of her, was she watching me through my bathroom window at nights, or is she just assuming that I did. Either way, I still didn’t say a word. I didn’t know how to reply. What do I say? Oh my god, I want to fuck her so badly, make her cum till she forgets her name. “I want to suck your children from your back then ride your duck till you cum in my pussy,” she said. I, I, I want, I want to fuck you so bad but I don’t want to take advantage of you.

She pushed me off and grabbed me by the belt, pushing me towards the wall while rubbing her hand up and down my hot shaft. “I like this, I want this, please, please, please. At least let me suck the dang thing. I can’t send you home like this. I watched her pull my pants to my ankles and smiled at my dick straining my pants. I swallowed hard. She held me by the waist and rubbed her face against my buff. She had an ears wide smile on her face, looking as if she finally got that Christmas gift she’s always wanted. “Now Bouyd, remember, this is up to you, the ball is in your court if you want me to stop just say so.” I could hardly stand on my feet properly feeling her hot breath through my underpants. She slid it down slowly while kissing my waist, making my legs shake like leaves in the wind. “Are you nervous Bouyd, should I stop?” She stared me in deep in the eyes as she kissed my legs. Her lips melted on my burning skin. She slowly dragged her tongue up my legs till she reached my rock hard dick. “Slurp, slurp, slurp” slowly, gently, passionately she slid my dick down her throat. No hands, just her soft warm mouth sliming my dick. I sunk into the wall, watching her enjoy herself. She grabbed it with both hands and started thrusting and sucking, gagging and kissing. She moaned my name and played with my nuts. “Cum in my mouth baby, let me taste your juice.” Harder and harder she sucked and pumped my dick, causing my toes to crack and my legs to shake. Within five minutes or less the sensation got to my head. There was so much pressure built up I felt as if I was gonna explode. I’m gonna cum. “Yes baby, cum in my mouth” she replied. Staring me dead in the eyes while she sucked me dry. The closer I got to cumin, the further I climbed up the wall. No matter how hard I tried pulling her head off, she still thrust back and forth, harder and harder. It felt so good I couldn’t even help myself. The moment she pulled her mouth off it started spraying like a broken pipe. Cum in her hair, cum in her nose, cum in her mouth. Cum dripping down her face. I’ve never cum so much in my life. I threw her on the bed and dragged her pants off. I was gonna shove my dick balls deep down her hole. “Bouyd, goodnight. Thanks for the cum I needed that.” Like what the fuck, are you fucking serious right now? She brushed her teeth then tucked herself in. “You can sleep beside me if you want,” she said. Smiling as if I should be happy. I laid there on my back next to her till I fell asleep. I was way too tired to go back to my room plus I was hoping she’d wake up in the morning and want to feel my dick inside her. I woke up that morning to pancakes, orange juice, and some herbal tea. She had nothing on but her panties and a t-shirt that rested on her waist. For some odd reason, she was sexy as fuck to me. “This can be yours if you’re a good boy,” she said. “The party is later and remember you’re driving.” I watched her stroll her big ass throughout the house, bending on purpose, sitting on my lap. God, did you send this Demond to taunt me, is she gonna be like this all the time? Shit, I was losing my mind. I went back to my room to take a long, cold shower and jerk myself. I grabbed my Versace white t-shirt and mixed it with a white Polo Shorts and my brand new peach Desert Clarks that she had bought. With three chains around my neck and my iced out watch and bracelet set, I headed to her apartment to see if she was ready. She sat before her mirror, pasting and rubbing, creating a work of art. She had painted herself a brand new face. I stood there staring at her, Taking notice how her accessories complemented her outfit. I knew she was pretty, but damn, this makeup, shit. She’s a goddess, hands down. “Don’t stare too long, you might fall in love” she muttered. But that was too late. My heart has already Hers from that blow job last night, she had sucked my soul through my dick.

I picked up her friends and floated the phantom to the party. I kept staring at her from the side of my eyes, watching her bite her lips whenever she looked at me. I imagined bracing her against the steering, with her legs around me riding me till I explode inside her. This made me obviously horny. My dick stretched across my shorts, straining the zip and causing it to slide down repeatedly. “Let me fix that for you,” she said while winding my zip up. She gently rubbed her hand across my buff and kissed me on the cheek. She knew exactly what she was doing, she was in full control. Her friends kept staring at us, or was it just me that they were staring at? Hmmm, I really can’t tell. They resembled “jealousy”. We pulled up to the party looking like a real couple. Holding hands, cheek kisses, staring each other down. Shit, I had gotten so lost in the fantasy of her that I forgot we had an agreement. Just act like her boyfriend for a weekend and then it’s back to normal. She introduced me to everyone as her boyfriend, she did everything for me to feel like I was her boyfriend. She didn’t even want her friends grinding on me so she close marked me the entire time. After having a few shots of Hennessy, Courvoisier, and Patrón they were wasted. Whining like Dirt Worms. She got on her knees and rubbed her face across my buff a few times. “Do me here, fuck me, please, I beg you, make me cum on your dick” she screamed. I wanted to, and if I wasn't for the fact that I don’t like the idea of public sex we’d probably be “fucking famous” today 😂. I grabbed them some salted nuts, peanuts that is, and several bottles of water to dilute all that booze they had swallowed. I watched her caress her tits and slowly ran her tongue across her lips. It wasn’t long after that they started kissing, pulling in unwanted eyes. I grabbed them and what was left of our booze and headed for the car. Out of nowhere comes a fight between her and one of her friends. Rolling on the ground, pulling each other’s hair and screaming. I was confused, like what the fuck, what the fuck are they fighting for? “I guess it’s you,” her other friend said. Fighting for me, for what? I don’t even know her friend’s name. We pulled them apart and gave them time to calm down before speeding off. Surprising enough, they were friends by the time we got home. Again they started making out, from the couch to the bedroom. I heard them moan a few times before I was dead asleep. That’s when it hit me, they were together. That’s why they were fighting.

I woke up to an empty house. Breakfast on the table and a note that she’ll be back soon. I ran to my room for fresh clothes to take a shower at her place after devouring her cooking. I filled the tub all the way up then laid there for a while with my eyes closed, stroking my dick. I felt a kiss on my forehead, soft wet lips. I jumped the fuck up as I was frightened half to death. I hadn’t even heard her come in. “Don’t let me stop you,” she said while flashing her clothes off. I laid back just like before and continued stroking my dick until she joined me. She replaced my hands with her’s and ran wet circles around my nipples. She gave me a wet lap dance as she sucked my lips off my face. “I want to ride you, slow and steady until I cum. Don’t move” she said. She rubbed her clit against the head a few times before sliding it in, making my dick jump from all the excitement. I felt my dick piercing her tight, wet pussy every time she moved. She slowly rode the head causing me to shake each time it slid in and out. Again she sucked my lips from my face, only now rinding my dick faster. Moving from the head to half the length of my shaft. She squeezed my neck and grabbed my skin as if she wanted to rip it off. With her head hanging back and eyes rolling back in her head she screamed; “breed mi, breed mi, cum ina mi pussy please, o god, mi love yuh dick”. She squeezed my neck even harder as she came. She kept riding until she came several other times. I lifted her from the tub and placed her on the face basin. I held her by the neck and braced her against the glass as I rubbed my dick on her aroused clit. I stuck two fingers inside her and poked her hard till she begged for my dick. “Let me suck it, stick your fingers in my mouth, make me cum again, please.” I picked her up and braced her against the wall, holding her high enough to give her the full length of my rod. Like lightning, on a stormy evening I struck her, hard then slow. Bringing her right to the edge of climaxing then slowing down the pace. She moaned and cried from the pleasure she was feeling. I stood firm and held her by her legs, slowly pulling her up and down my dick hitting her G-spot. My shaft was creamed with her cum and hadn’t even cum yet. She got on her knees, spat on it and displayed her gag reflex, holding me firmly by the waist. She sucked and pumped until I was numb. My knees eventually gave way, shaking while I exploded on her face. She was worth the stress after all.

For months to come, we were inseparable. Our party weekend turned into a relationship. One I thought I’d only have in my mind. But like all my relationships prior and after that all she really wanted was some fuck until her boyfriend got back from overseas. I got so comfortable sleeping in her bed, having her over and going out I completely forgot I had her on loan. I was in an acting position soon to be revoked. I can’t even recall her talking to him on the phone now that I think about it. We slept in the same bed/s for months and her phone was always sitting on the dresser. She’d never made mention of him since we started flexing so to my knowledge he never existed. I remember her taking me out for dinner one night to a really nice restaurant to celebrate my birthday. We came home wasted and fucked till we fell asleep. I woke up to what I thought would have been a normal day, breakfast ready and a thick chick waiting for my dick before work. I did get breakfast but she was all dressed up. I felt like I forgot something important, like her birthday or something of the sort because I really suck at things like that. “Did I forget something”, I asked. She stared at me for a few seconds before saying anything. “My boyfriend lands at 3 pm in Kingston today and I’m gonna pick him up,” she said. Nervously rubbing lipstick across her lips. I didn’t know what to say. Boyfriend, mmmm, when did this happen? Is this a prank and she wants to see my reaction, could she be serious? “You’re kidding right?” She took a deep breath and swallowed hard before breaking down in tears. I was furious but I was way too hungry not to eat my breakfast. But right after eating I grabbed my stuff and marched like a mad man to my room. I don’t know why I was so mad at her when she wasn’t even mine to begin with. I was always the side nigga with boyfriend benefits. But I loved her, I needed her. Or was it just her good pussy, was it the way she took my dick down her throat then rode it till I made a swamp of her pussy with my cum? Shit, now I’m confused, I can’t really choose. I blocked her the moment I got home but that only made me my sis her like crazy. I wanted to text her, see her, feel her. But god damn man, the nigga was like a roadblock. It stressed me for weeks before reality took effect. If she fucked me like that because the nigga fell short what would she do to me if I fell short? She’d do the same. She’d fuck some random nigga and swallow his kids the night before Igor home then come kiss me the next morning like everything ok. That shit made me realize that a woman will value your company only when it’s beneficial. She’ll love you like you’ve never been loved before and still have another nigga fuck her senseless. I did eventually fuck her a few times after that through her back grill (burglar bar) while he was in the house. Had her cumin like a broken pipe, only if he had known😂.

Life, you only get one. Make mistakes, create memories and cherish them because they last longer than people do.