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MAD TEA PARTY EXCERPT FROM “Alice’s Salacious Adventures in Wonderland”
After a few minutes of walking through a quiet forest, Alice arrived at an enormous house that must have belonged to the Hare for the path ended there. In front of the house was a long table decorated with china teacups, teapots, teakettles, and teaspoons. Two men sat with a sleeping woman between them. One of the men had a Roman nose and big jaw, wore an orange shirt and green vest, and an enormous top hat. Clearly, the Hatter. His orange shirt sported a picture of a teapot on it. Ridiculous. Shirts with tea illustrations on them. Such tea-shirts would never stay in fashion long.
The other man was, well, yum. The signs must have made a spelling error. The sign should have read “Bare,” not “Hare.” This other man was naked, muscle-clad, and covered with hair. The woman had a beautiful flow of blonde hair draped over her shoulders. She, too, was naked. She slept leaning back in her chair.
As Alice approached, their discussion became more distinct.
“Some more tea?” the Hatter asked the Hare.
“Yes, please.”
The Hatter poured, but as far as she could tell, nothing came out of the spout.
“Milk?” the Hatter asked.
“Yes, please,” the Hare replied.
The Hatter placed the empty teacup directly under the woman’s breast and tweaked her nipple. The woman giggled in her sleep and her nipple hardened, but no milk had come from it.
She did a quick check and squeezed her own nipple. No milk.
She walked to the table as the Hatter handed the teacup past the woman to the Hare.
It wasn’t until Alice took a seat across from the three that the Hatter noticed her.
“You can’t sit there,” the Hatter said. “There isn’t enough room.”
“There’s plenty of room,” Alice protested.
“Alright then,” the Hatter said. “If you want to join us, you must figure out the one thing that is wrong with this poem. ‘Twinkle twinkle goes your eye, as I finger you to cry. Moan above my fingers’ thrusts, like a tortured soul of lust.’”
She scowled.
“Well?” the Hatter asked.
“Well, everything seems wrong with that poem.” She folded her arms across her chest.
“Ha! You can’t find the one thing, can you?”
“I give up,” she said. “What’s the one thing wrong with it?”
“Beats me.” The Hatter turned to the Hare. “Do you know?”
The Hare shrugged, his flexed muscles glistening in the sunlight.
The woman blurted out, “I love you, Hare!” and mumbled back into sleep.
“Well then, have some more tea, Mr. Hare.” The Hatter poured another cup of emptiness.
“Milk?” the Hatter asked.
“Of course,” the Hare said.
The Hatter pinched the woman’s nipple again, over the empty cup. She giggled and then snored.
Alice asked, “Why do you pinch her nipples all the time?”
The Hatter said, “Why, to get milk for our tea, of course.”
“But there is no milk.”
“There is no tea, either,” sighed the Hatter. “Honestly. Do keep up.”
The woman shouted, “I love you, Hatter!” and mumbled back to sleep.
“Who is she, anyway?” Alice asked.
The Hare said, “This is Minnie. The most wonderful woman in the world.”
Minnie cried out, “Kiss, please!”
The Hare kissed Minnie’s lips until Minnie fell back to sleep.
He turned to Alice and said, “Would you like to hear a story? Minnie tells the best stories!”
“Yes, very much!” Alice said.
The Hatter lovingly brushed Minnie’s hair past her ear and whispered, “Minnie, wake up. It’s story time.”
Minnie’s eyes fluttered from a dream. She looked back and forth between the Hatter and the Hare.
“Oh, good,” she said smiling. “It wasn’t just a dream.”
The Hare kissed her cheek and said, “It’s story time.”
“But I don’t have a book to read from.”
Alice jumped in.
“I have a book.” She pulled it out of her pocket and looked at the title. “But it’s broken.”
“How can a book be broken?” asked Minnie.
“It says, ‘The Story of OMH,’ but that’s not right.”
“Let me see,” said the Hatter with an outstretched arm.
He took the book and showed it to Minnie.
Minnie said, “You’re correct. That’s not right.”
Alice nodded.
“It doesn’t say, ‘The Story of OMH,’” Minnie said. “It says ‘The Story of O.’”
“Really?” Alice said. She rounded the table to look over Minnie’s shoulder. As far as she could see, it read, The Story of OMH. She took the book from Minnie’s hands and read to herself the beginning. “Old Mother Hubbard lived in a cupboard…”
“You better read it aloud.” She gave the book back to Minnie. “It seems to work with you.”
Minnie started on page one and it was just how Alice remembered it. The starting scenes of O meeting her lover René at the park, taking the taxi ride, taking off her panties, and René removing her bra before arriving at a chateau. The scene where O is bathed by two chambermaids, then dressed in a collar and bracelets and cape and paraded in front of anonymous men.
Alice, the Hatter, and the Hare listened in silence as the erotic words left Minnie’s lips. The Hatter and Hare gazed upon Minnie with love in their eyes. Such a contrast to The Story of O. Every so often, the Hatter and the Hare drank from their teacups. Alice ignored the ridiculousness of them drinking nothing and listened to Minnie’s reading.
“‘Finally, finished with her, they moved away...’” Then Minnie stopped.
“What’s wrong?” Alice asked.
“What do they mean by ‘finished’?” Minnie said.
“You know,” she said. “They had an orgasm.”
“What’s an ‘orgasm’?” Minnie asked.
How confusing. Did Minnie have the same problem with reaching climax?
“You know when you have sex?” she asked.
The Hatter said, “Male or female?”
“No,” she said. “Sex like what they were talking about in the book.”
The Hare said, “They weren’t talking about gender?”
“No!”
Minnie murmured, “I think I may have completely misunderstood this story.”
The Hare and Hatter looked at Minnie and nodded sympathetically.
Alice observed the three of them. They seemed to love each other so much. And without having made love. Perhaps she could be the one to take them to a whole new height of appreciating each other. With both the Hatter and the Hare, there was ample penetration that could even provide Minnie with the orgasm she so deserved.
“I’ll do it,” Alice said.
“Do what?” The Hatter asked.
“I’ll show you what an orgasm is, and while I’ll definitely be able to get you guys to experience one, Minnie, I’ll do my best to make sure you have one, too.”
“Yay!” Minnie said. “Do I get to choose its color?”
She chuckled. “Orgasms don’t come in different colors,” she said.
“Then I guess I’ll have it in its normal color,” Minnie said.
Alice moved dishes, cups, saucers, and spoons down to the far end of the table.
“Hare,” she said, “I need you to lie down on the table.”
“Face up or face down?”
“Face up,” she said.
The Adonis lay his naked, muscled body on the table. His hairy chest filled and emptied with each breath. His penis rested flaccid at his hips. His strong legs and arms looked clenched even in their relaxed state.
“Minnie,” she said. “You need to kiss the Hare on the lips.”
“It’s a kiss?” asked Minnie. “Well, in that case, I’ve had puh-lenty of orgasms!”
She smiled. “The orgasm comes later. For now, love him with your kisses.”
Meanwhile, I’ll give him a hand job to make him hard.
Minnie sat in the chair beside the Hare’s head and looked into his eyes. Alice was about to reach for the Hare’s cock but stopped when she saw Minnie wasn’t kissing him.
Minnie sat there, and the two of them looked into each other’s eyes. Alice couldn’t believe it but watching them interact this way made her pulse race.
Minnie moved her head closer to his, still gazing into his eyes.
Amazing. He was getting hard just anticipating the kiss.
Alice watched the Hare’s cock come to life, growing bigger, increasing every inch their lips came closer together.
Alice’s nipples hardened.
Lord, this is so hot!
At last, Minnie kissed the Hare full on the mouth. The Hare pulsed, his length bobbed, aching for attention.
“Okay, Minnie,” she said. “You can stop kissing him and come over here. Now I want you to—”
Minnie continued to kiss the Hare.
For goodness sake!
“Minnie! Wake up!”
Minnie separated from the kiss but kept her eyes fixed on the Hare who smiled up at her.
“Now, come sit here”—she pointed to the Hare’s waist—“with a knee on either side of him.”
“That’s a funny way to sit,” Minnie said. But she climbed atop the Hare letting his cock nuzzle against her cleft.
“Now rock your hips back and forth on top of him.”
Minnie placed her hands on his abs and shifted forward and back along his length.
“Mmm. I quite like this trick,” Minnie said with a breathy voice.
“As do I.” The Hare took her hands in his. He watched the rapture in her face and seemed to take more pleasure with that.
“As do I,” the Hatter said.
The crazy man had a spoon stuffed down his pants like he was using it as a back scratcher but for his itches in other places.
Minnie brought the Hare’s hands upon her breasts, pushing them against her nipples. The Hare got the message and massaged them. Minnie arched her back, her head tilted up to enjoy the feel of skin and sunshine.
Alice had to make sure Minnie was good and wet for the Hare. She buried her fingers between Minnie and the Hare, feeling the moisture between Minnie’s folds, noticing the slickness of the Hare’s pulsating cock. Whoa. They were ready, alright. They felt like they had been ready for months.
“Sit up off of him,” she told Minnie.
Minnie kept right on moving her hips and looked at her with pleading eyes, “Do I have to?”
She placed a gentle hand on her face and smiled.
“Just for a moment,” she said. “I promise.”
Minnie sighed and positioned herself above the Hare, revealing the Hare’s impressive length. His hardness must have doubled in size from the attention Minnie gave him.
Alice wrapped her hand around the Hare’s cock and pointed it up at Minnie’s center.
“Okay, Minnie,” she said, “It’s time for you and the Hare to become one. Sit back down, take him inside of you. As slow as you need.”
She expected Minnie to require a gradual filling of her pussy. First the head of the Hare pushing past the entrance, time to feel that, to accommodate to his size. Then a slow inch further, overcoming any discomfort, letting subtle pain become pleasure. Releasing moans of delight. A slow inch further, and further, to fill her completely, with caution and attention to the sensations.
But that was not the case. Minnie drifted down onto the Hare in one movement. She must have been so wet inside, the Hare’s shaft clearly soothed and satisfied her aches more than caused any. To confirm her suspicion, Minnie’s face turned to rapture, and Minnie screamed out the Hare’s name.
The Hatter ran beside Minnie. “Oh, my love. You look positively stunning!”
He guided her chin with a delicate hand to his face and kissed her full on the lips. Minnie wrapped her arms around the Hatter’s head. Kissed him back with a passion Alice longed for. Minnie eased up off of the Hare, revealing much of his shaft, and impaled herself upon him once more. Her kiss with the Hatter became several deep kisses, one after the other, as she moved up and down the Hare, letting him fill her, again and again.
The naked Hare moaned. He met Minnie’s movements by thrusting up into her as she came down, his hairy chest covered with the rising dew of sweat. He kept right on handling Minnie’s breasts, lifting them, brushing his fingers across her nipples, gently tweaking them.
Minnie broke from the Hatter’s kiss, apparently to enjoy the sensations the Hare triggered at her core. The Hare shoved into her faster. No doubt, he would have no trouble with his climax, but would their exertions be enough for Minnie to have her own? Minnie was properly stuffed with a man’s cock, but she could be penetrated in other places.
To make sure Minnie had an orgasm, Alice looked at the Hatter. He had his pants open, his length in his hand. It was long and narrow. That was good. But she was not so sure the Hatter would be careful enough for what she had in mind.
She stepped to the Hatter, took hold of his cock, and stroked him gently.
“Hatter,” she said, “watch carefully what I do so you know how to do it later with this magnificent tool of yours.”
She kissed his cheek and gave his cock a squeeze before letting it go. She looked at Minnie and the Hare. Minnie sat planted firmly on the Hare, completely filled with his length, and moved her hips back and forth, keeping his full cock inside of her.
“Yes!” Minnie cried out, the open air kissing her body. “Oh, yes!”
The Hare grunted and growled as Minnie used his cock to stir inside of her. He ground his pelvis in circles against her.
Alice took off her panties and placed them on the tea table. The Hatter returned to pumping himself, the others let their moans echo through the tree-sized plants. Alice climbed behind Minnie, knees on either side of the Hare’s thighs. She moved Minnie’s golden hair over to bare the nape of her neck. Kissed her there once, twice, and hugged Minnie from behind. Alice rested her head against Minnie’s neck and shoulder. She placed her hands over the Hare’s, pressing them onto Minnie’s breasts. She squeezed Minnie’s body tight. Holding her. Loving her. She felt Minnie’s warmth through the front of her dress.
“This is the kind of love you deserve,” Alice whispered. “The kind of love every woman deserves.”
Minnie moaned.
Alice squeezed her tight. Minnie leaned her body into Alice, letting Alice hold her. When Minnie leaned her head back onto Alice’s shoulder, Alice kissed Minnie’s neck, tenderly, gently, in the fragile place behind the chin. Minnie sighed and continued to gyrate full with the Hare’s thickness.
She released Minnie. She picked up a teapot beside her. Its spout was long and narrow. Alice ran a finger around the ceramic lip.
“This teapot feels like rubber.” She stroked around the mouth of the spout and felt it get softer, more flexible. She placed the teapot under her dress in front of her waist with the spout poking out her dress. “This teapot is like having my own penis.”
Her waist tingled. The handle of the teapot melted warm into her skin, the back of the teapot collapsed onto her, all until she was left with the spout attached to her waist.
With the dress draping on either side of the spout, allowing the spout to protrude from under her dress, she moved closer to Minnie. She placed her hands on Minnie’s shoulders, and whispered, “Bend over and hug the Hare close to your body.”
As Minnie rested her body down, Alice planted kisses along her spine. Minnie and the Hare kissed each other. The Hare thrust into her. Alice caressed the Hare’s warm sac and traced the line underneath with her finger. It was slick from the juices flowing out of Minnie.
With her other hand, she traced the line on Minnie’s now exposed skin leading to her other entrance. Not as slick, so Alice joined the Hare by putting a finger alongside the Hare’s cock. She pushed her finger inside Minnie’s pussy and felt the underside of the Hare’s cock pushing back and forth against it. The stroking sensation Alice was giving the Hare must have been good for him, for he called out, “Yes!”
By the way Minnie moaned in response, stretching Minnie’s walls with her finger did good things for her, too.
Alice pushed in another.
She twirled her fingers inside Minnie, alongside the Hare’s length, working to get her fingers as wet as possible.
“Incredible,” Minnie cried.
She removed her hand and traced Minnie’s other opening with the moistened pads of her fingers. She placed kisses on Minnie’s lower back and with her other hand clutching Minnie’s bottom, she pushed her open and slid a finger inside.
“Mmm,” Minnie said through her kiss with the Hare, and Minnie clenched tight around her finger.
This isn’t going to be wet enough.
She looked at the spout sticking out of her and said, “This spout is like it has a never-ending supply of delicious, warm tea.”
She placed her hands at the lip of the spout, tilted the spout down, and collected the warm water in her hands. She rubbed the spout with her wet hands and brought the lip to Minnie’s dark entrance. She grabbed hold of Minnie’s fleshy cheeks and opened her to more easily accept this additional penetration. The tip of the spout pushed past Minnie’s clenching hole. Minnie gasped.
“Hatter,” Alice said. “You see how I’m being very slow?”
“Yes.” The Hatter rubbed his cock. “Slowly, slowly.”
Minnie resisted Alice’s penetration. She stopped pushing.
“Help Minnie relax,” she told the Hatter.
The Hatter stood beside Minnie, stroking her hair and whispered words to help her relax. Minnie responded by grabbing the Hatter’s cock and taking him in her lips. The Hatter cried out with shouts of pleasure. Minnie let her mouth drip freely, coating the Hatter with whatever wetness remained in her.
Alice looked at her spout and watched the tea pour in and spill out of Minnie, and when she felt less resistance, she pushed the spout in deeper.
“You’re doing great,” she called out to Minnie.
“Yes,” the Hatter said. “You’re doing great!”
She smiled. The Hatter was referring to something else.
Minnie presented less resistance again, so she pushed in deeper.
Minnie let the Hatter’s shaft fall from her mouth, dripping with saliva, and called out, “More, more!”
Alice glided in and out of Minnie, kneading her ass with her hands. Minnie rested her head on the Hare’s shoulder. Perhaps Minnie was fully concentrating on feeling Alice and the Hare thrust in and out of her. The Hare kissed her wherever he could reach. The Hatter’s slick-coated cock awaited more attention.
Alice said, “Hatter, it’s your turn.”
The Hatter went to Alice.
“Get behind me and kneel like me,” she said.
He placed a knee on either side of the Hare’s legs.
Alice lifted the back of her dress to bare her pussy, and leaned over Minnie.
“Ok, Hatter. Now that you’re behind me, go inside me. Remember how I did it.”
“Slowly, slowly,” he said.
“Right.” She placed her head and hands on Minnie’s back, keeping the spout inside Minnie, and she waited for the Hatter’s tip to penetrate her pussy.
When it did, she opened her eyes wide. He had pushed the head of his cock inside her, alright, but at the wrong opening. She wasn’t expecting to get her ass filled. But oh, it felt so good! The head slid right in having been slick with Minnie’s saliva.
The Hatter leaned over without pushing further and stroked Alice’s hair.
“Lovely,” he said tracing her cheek with his fingertips.
She shivered at his touch. So gentle. So dear. Goosebumps tingled her arms and down her back. At the same time, she felt her core flush with heat. She clenched around the Hatter’s length, wanting him to experience orgasm but seeing no way he could possibly stick that huge thing any deeper. Should she tell him to pull out and prep himself clean for her pussy? No. She didn’t want him to leave. At least, not yet. Having him fill her ass made her throb in places inside of her that she didn’t even know existed.
She hadn’t thought about it before, but perhaps she had never climaxed because she had been pleasing the wrong passage.
She slid a hand down past the spout between her legs and found the nub to stimulate. She rubbed herself with her fingertips, enjoying the new sensation behind her, and relaxed.
And the Hatter pushed deeper.
She wrapped her free arm around Minnie’s torso and held her tight as she rubbed herself faster. That cock felt hot, hot, hot, opening her wide, turning on waves of energy through her body.
The Hatter placed his hands on Alice’s shoulders and massaged them.
“You’re lovely,” he said. “So lovely.”
She rested her fingers at her clit and enjoyed how the Hatter’s hands massaged away the tension in her shoulders.
And the Hatter pushed deeper.
Hot! So hot! Her hand hastened, alternating between rubbing herself and sticking two fingers inside of her. Her two fingers became three when the Hatter pushed his remaining length into her, filling her completely. Right then, she had an immense appreciation for Minnie. There ought to be an award for any girl who can fully take a shaft inside each of her passages, much less just one from behind as she was feeling now.
The Hatter stayed there, keeping her fully stuffed. He leaned over and placed kisses on her back. She clenched around him, relishing his thickness penetrating her.
She closed her eyes. Taking in the moment. She could feel the Hatter’s hands on her shoulders again, kneading out the stiffness there. She could hear Minnie and the Hare kissing each other again. She could smell the lust wafting up from their bodies’ cores. She kissed Minnie’s back and could taste the salty sweat upon her.
“You are so lovely,” the Hatter said.
She pushed her hips forward—enough to ease a bit of the Hatter’s length out of her—then arched back against him. The re-entrance was as fiery as when he first inched that thick cock into her, and just as smooth, thanks to Minnie’s tongue.
She repeated the small movement. Back and forth, controlling the in and out strokes of his cock.
Minnie moaned. Oh, right. Moving her hips forward to relieve herself of the Hatter’s shaft pushed the spout deeper into Minnie.
Alice started up a slow rhythm, moving forward to delve into Minnie, moving back to take more of the Hatter’s lovely cock. She moaned with the rush.
Hot! Hot! Hot! His thickness opened her wide and she rubbed herself with rapid fingertips. The Hare joined the rhythm, thrusting into Minnie as Alice moved out.
“Yes!” Minnie called out. “Faster!”
Alice grabbed hold of Minnie’s waist and thrust inside her tea-filled hole. The Hatter followed suit. The Hatter held her waist and thrust his full length into her, pushing her deeper into Minnie.
“That’s it!” Minnie shouted. “Yes!”
The Hatter focused on a constant shuttling of his long cock. The blissful heat set Alice ablaze. She went back to rubbing her clit as the Hatter did the work, thrusting into Alice, pushing her into Minnie. His strokes shoved into both the women, and they moved together, jolted together, cried out together.
Alice felt connected to Minnie like twins experiencing the same feelings. She slid her free hand down Minnie’s arm, found Minnie’s hand, and clasped tight. Together they held hands, and the Hatter thrust into them, drove into them, filling them. The Hare kissed Minnie deeply.
Alice understood the love the Hare had for Minnie because Alice, too, wanted to make sure Minnie felt the loving orgasm she so deserved.
The Hatter throbbing in her dark channel. He was close.
And that was all due to me. Lovely Alice. The Hatter feels this way because of me.
“Oh!” cried Minnie. “I think I’m going to explode!”
“Me too!” the Hare said.
“Yes.” Alice smiled. “That’s an orgasm. Let it happen.”
Minnie cried out and the Hare cried out at the same time.
Their beautiful bodies tensed, shook, and shuddered, and she rammed three fingers deep inside herself.
Her walls pulse around her fingers. She squeezed her eyes shut. She screamed. Her muscles tensed. She clenched around the Hatter’s cock. All her nerves erupted. She had visions of fire sparks bursting, green and blue, red and orange. The Hatter thrust and pinned his waist against hers, and his seed filled deep within her uncharted passage.
And Alice realized she was wrong. Orgasms do come in different colors.
She opened her eyes, head spinning and dizzy. And soon she felt the table at her knees, the cool air blowing against her legs and face, and the heat of Minnie at her chest and the Hatter softening within her.
The four of them stayed still, all of them connected. All of them one. Her legs felt wobbly. She had to rest on Minnie’s back. The Hatter lay on top of Alice. She felt the weight of his love. It made the love feel solid. Real.
“Okay,” Minnie said. “I’m getting squished.”
The Hatter climbed off the table, and Alice carefully pulled out of Minnie, backing up on the table.
The Hatter caressed Alice’s face and said, “Lovely. Thank you.”
She smiled and kissed his cheek.
Minnie and the Hare held each other. The Hatter went to their side. When they saw him, they each reached out an arm to him. The Hatter put his head close to theirs to hug them as best as he could.
I believe I actually had an orgasm. Maybe that was all it took, to be penetrated in that untouched passage.
She took the spout in her hands and said, “This is like a regular, ceramic teapot.”
Her waist tingled and the teapot separated itself from her. She set it on the table, climbed off, and put her underwear back on. It was time to move on.
She turned to wish her friends goodbye, but Minnie had turned herself around, lying with her back on the Hare, and now had the Hatter on top of her in her arms. They were in a sweet embrace, in their own world. Better not to disturb them.
She wandered towards the forest.
Wow, I actually had an orgasm.
Since she could climax, she wasn’t a freak after all. She could, in fact, love a man as much as any other girl. And just wait until Carol heard about her successful orgasm!
Alice giggled. “I feel like I’m walking on air!”
Her giggles turned to laughter as she floated above the ground, the earth no longer pinching her feet. She scampered toward the forest of plants letting the puffs of air at her feet lead the way.
EXCERPT FROM “Alice’s Salacious Adventures in Wonderland”
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Ich wache mit dem vertrauten Gefühl auf, dass der Arm meines Mannes um meine Taille gelegt ist und sein schwerer Atem mein Ohr kitzelt. Der sanfte Schein unseres digitalen Weckers wirft ein warmes, beruhigendes Licht in den Raum. Meine Gedanken schweifen jedoch immer wieder zu meinem Sextoy, das sich tief in meine Muschi schmiegt. Ich spüre sein sanftes Pochen an meinen Innenwänden, das mich mit Verheißungen der Lust verhöhnt. Mein Mann wei Mein Mann weiß nicht, was ich tue. Er schläft tief und fest.
Ich drehe mich leicht auf den Rücken, um meinen Mann nicht zu wecken, und greife nach dem Spielzeug, um es ein bisschen tiefer in mich zu schieben. Doch als meine Finger über das glatte, harte Plastik streichen, kommt mir etwas in den Sinn. Warum sollte ich das alles selbst machen? Ich könnte es Fremden überlassen, der es online für mich kontrolliert, während ich einfach da liege und es genieße.
Ich schlüpfe aus dem Bett und schleiche leise über den kalten Parkettboden zu meinem Handy. Das sanfte blaue Leuchten des Bildschirms hüllt den Raum in einen traumhaften Schleier, während ich mich in ein Internetforum einlogge, das sich mit den ferngesteuerten Sextoys beschäftigt. Ich schreibe eine kurze Nachricht, in der ich meine Situation beschreibe und frage, ob jemand daran interessiert wäre, die Kontrolle über mein Spielzeug zu übernehmen.
Innerhalb weniger Minuten trudeln die Nachrichten ein. Sie sind begierig, geradezu heißhungrig. Ich wähle einen von ihnen zufällig aus, einen Benutzer namens "MeisterMarcus", und gebe ihm den Zugriffscode zur Steuerung meines Spielzeugs. Ich lege mich zurück ins Bett und warte darauf, das etwas passiert.
MeisterMarcus kommt direkt zur Sache und treibt mein Spielzeug mit einer Reihe von schnellen, gut getimten Vibrationen an seine Grenzen. Ich spüre, wie ich von Sekunde zu Sekunde feuchter werde und mein Körper auf die fremde Berührung reagiert, selbst wenn mein Mann weiterhin friedlich neben mir schläft. Die Empfindungen sind fast zu viel, um sie zu ertragen, und ehe ich mich versehe, komme ich heftig, und meine Finger graben sich in die Laken, während mein Körper vor Lust bebt.
Als ich wieder zu Atem komme, erlebe ich, wie MasterMarcus mein Spielzeug fachmännisch durch eine Serie intensiver Vibrationen steuert, die mich nach mehr lechzen lassen. Er scheint genau zu wissen, was er tut. Er reizt und befriedigt mich auf eine Art und Weise, wie es mein Mann nie könnte. Es ist berauschend, sogar befreiend. Ich genieße das Gefühl von einem Fremden Mann so benutzt zu werden.
Ich verliere das Zeitgefühl, während MeisterMarcus meine Lust weiter kontrolliert. Das Spielzeug bockt und stößt gegen in meiner Muschi, während es Welle um Welle unerträglicher Ekstase auslöst. Die Atmung meines Mannes bleibt tief und gleichmäßig, er liegt mit dem Rücken zu mir und genießt den Schlaf in unserem Bett. Und ich kann nicht anders als mich zu fragen… was würde er denken, wenn er wüsste, was ich tue? Wäre er eifersüchtig, wütend? Oder würde er endlich verstehen, dass ich mehr brauche, als er mir geben kann?
Gerade als ich anfange, mich zu fragen, spannt sich mein Körper wieder an, ein zweiter Orgasmus überspült mich wie eine Flutwelle. Ich stoße einen unterdrückten Schrei aus, der von meinem Kissen gedämpft wird, während ich meinen Rücken durchbiege und meine Fäuste balle, verloren in der intensiven Lust. MasterMarcus scheint meine Erleichterung zu spüren, und er verlangsamt das Spielzeug, damit ich wieder zu Atem komme. Einen Moment lang spüre ich einen Anflug von Traurigkeit, als ich merke, dass mein heimlicher Nervenkitzel fast vorbei ist. Was für ein großartiges Gefühl der Unterwerfung, des Loslassens und der Hingabe an einen Fremden. Und ich weiß, dass ich noch mehr davon will.
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Pairing: Suga x you
Genere: Smut, Established relationship
Summary: Yoongi doesn't want to take your relationship public, he's comfortable hiding and knows he wouldn't be able to protect you from the media. Idk why I'm addicted to a sad story. It's my first BTS fic Army be nice.
“Yoon-gi! I am tired of your shit !” your voice is low and steady.
“And I am not tired of you ?” he stared at you coldly.
“Cool," you take a step back from him, almost disgusted by how detached he was being “I’ll get my shit then.” you brush past him into your room,dragging your suitcase out of the back of the closet. A place that had been it’s home for the last three years. You wield it over your small shoulder and onto the end of the bed,as you watched him close the door to your room. He takes his time , until the door clicks, turning back around to you. 
“I’m not trying to offend you, I just don’t understand why it’s so important to you I-”
“Because if this is real” you cut him off “If this is something, we have to try it in the daylight,we have to try the real world. And if we don’t make it ,we don’t make it but we try-” 
“You are so frustrating -” he rolls his eyes. 
“And you are so comfortable being alone.” you can tell that comment cut him. And as much as you hated yourself for it you were glad you could hurt him as much as he had hurt you. 
“Ack-” he waves his hand at you.
“No, listen to me .” you rush towards him and he moves around you. Swiftly switching positions and pinning your back against the bedroom door. 
You are caught in his eyes, in his love for you, his want to keep you safe and the reality of the fact that he is right. Going public meant sharing you with more than just his friends and family.
“Going public means when we have fights like this, they take pictures.” he bit his bottom lip in uncertainty “When we hurt, the world sees that .When we’re happy they see that too, but is that worth how you will be hunted by sasaeng.When I have a kid, he won’t be able to play at the park, to be normal. He deserves that .”
“So you want to keep your family, your life ,everything entirely secret?” you whisper 
“I want you-” He whispers back leaning into you “ I just don’t want anything but us to ruin us.”
You can’t help but lean in and kiss him after that. His hand comes to cup the side of your face. His hips rock into you and before you realize your hands are tugging at the hem of his shirt while he works under your skirt, up your thighs to pull down your panties. This was the fire  you had; just unending passion, connection,like fissures linking and touching every corner of your body, inspiring it to seek more of him. You step out of your underwear and he slides the warmth of his palms up your calves, the back of your legs becoming alight with his touch. 
“Yoon-”you protest as he rolls up your body.
“Shhh.” he whispers through a lazy smile, kissing you again. Your hands are at his belt buckle, pulling at the loops.
“Fuck that.” he mumbles,forcing his pants downwards, shimmying out of the denim.He wraps his arms under your hips ,lifting you and holding you up against the door. His voice was low and he let out a growl as he rolled his crotch into yours again. That elicited a short high pitched moan   from you which he must have liked because he pulled back and smiled at you before placing a hand at your throat and doing it again. He takes his other hand to your core and begins rubbing you slow and controlled. “Is this what you want?” he asks , and it’s hard for you to have clarity on if he’s looking for a response to your conversation earlier or an answer for if you do or don’t want sex. Because you always wanted sex,especially with him; which he knew. Making that just seem like an unnecessary additive. “Mmmm I can’t wait to be inside you” he purrs, lifting your hips and angling himself at your opening. It didn’t matter that you had just argued, it didn’t matter that he couldn’t change. Your body ached for him. 
“Please…please” you found yourself whispering. Begging for what you were unsure but, he understood you, he knew what you needed. He fucked into you at a painstakingly slow rate, relishing in your array of faces pre orgasm. He is a man of many talents and he wasn’t usually rough with you. But this slow, subtle domination was a talent even you didn’t know he had. He held eye contact with you as he pulled himself in and out of your warm hole, time passed slower. The sound of your moans and his breath were music to your ears, peppered by his occasional praises of how good you are at a low whisper in your ear. You feel yourself nearing your climax and you dig your fingernails into his shoulder while crying out. He kisses the vanes in your throat as you throw your head back, using the kisses to break up the phrases of praise towards you. He tells you how good you are for cumming for him and you can tell he’s getting excited by his own words as he rocks faster inside you. His last few pushes are rough and you hold onto him so you don’t slide down the wall yourself. You feel him shoot into you and you can’t help but smile, taking stock of his face a bit flushed, hair damp and sticking to his forehead, eyes heavily lidded in pure bliss. You hold each other there for a minute,enjoying the contact,breathing heavily in unison. Your lips part and you’re overcome with comfort in that contorted position, against the door for a while. Eventually you are able to peel your bodies apart from each other and you look up at him suddenly aware of your nakedness. “ I may not be as figured out as you Yoongi but, I don’t want to be with someone who won’t claim me.” You look up at him sadly. The rose colored glasses were gone. His hand brushes down your arm and moves to hold your hand. This time instead of holding his, you take a step back from him. You snatch your clothes from the corner of the floor they had occupied and get dressed. He’s quiet as you move towards the bed,you slowly zip your suitcase and roll to the door. You extend a hand to press the elevator button of his penthouse“Don’t choose this.” he says quietly. He has sweatpants on, and somehow an incredibly solemn face while shirtless sitting on the arm of his couch. “You think I want this?” you pull your jacket over your shoulders. The door dings open and he crosses his arms across his chest. “For the record, I always would have picked you.” you smile, trying to rush into the elevator before you feel your tears hit your cheek. He stares at you but doesn’t respond. It’s clear there’s nothing more to say. His gaze runs over your entire body, as though he’s trying to burn a memory of you into his brain. 
“Bye Min Yoongi” you say, jabbing your finger into the door close button but it can’t close fast enough.
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fanfictionqueen2246 · 10 months
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Captain PT 2
What did I do to deserve you?” He asks. She smiled and could not help but blush. He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to hers. She blushed even more and kissed him back. He slowly started to back her up until the back of her legs hit the bed. She fell back onto the bed looking up at him. He crawled on top of her as he kissed her naked body. He started at her ankle and made his way up her leg. He kissed her inner thigh and she opened her legs in instinct. He smiled against her core and slowly licked from bottom to top. She couldn’t help but let out a sighed moan. He smirked as he kissed his way up to her navel. She started to buck her hips slightly at the anticipation. He made his way to her mature breasts. He held one with his hand and massaged it as he trailed his tongue along the other. Her nipples hardened in response and she arched her back off the bed. Her core was craving the feeling of him as it dripped with liquid. He felt the wetness on his thigh. “You’re already this wet for me?” He asked looking up at her. She bit her lip and nodded. She moaned as she felt his hard member press against her thigh. “Please do not tease me.” She begged. His length was so close to rubbing against her core. She didn’t, no couldn’t wait any longer. He smirked and supported himself on his elbows. “Oh?” He asked as he moved his hips inside her legs. “Is this what you wanted?” He asked. She instantly started to buck her hip and grind herself against his hardness. “Y-Yes.” She whined as she continued to stimulate her clit. “Oh fuck hold on. I’m not even in yet. I want to feel you cum.” He said pulling down his trousers and under garments. His cock sprang to life against her clit causing her to moan loudly. He looked down at her. “Oh you like that?” He asked her in a controlling tone. He grabbed his cock with his good hand and lifted it upward. He then let it go causing it to thud against her clit and her wet opening. “Ah.” She moaned out. He repeated this motion a few times before he could no longer take it. He held his cock at its base right at the beginning of her entrance. “Are you ready my love?” He asks. She nods her head and bucks her hips causing the very tip of his length to go inside her. He groaned at the feeling. “Are you sure?” He asks her wanting to make sure she was okay. “Yes, James.” She said in reply. He held his cock at the base as he slowly slid into her. They both moaned out a sigh. Standing on his knees he started to thrust. Slowly at first and then faster and harder. He looked down at the site of her plump breasts bouncing as a result. He groaned and his cock twitched at the site. She blushed under his gaze but could not help but let out a moan with him. She wrapped around his length milking the cum out of him. “Fuck Y/N. Pulse just like that.  Oh that feels so good.” She moaned his name and arched her back off the bed as she pulsed around his length hitting her climax. “Ahhh!! James!” She yelled as he kept thrusting into her. His grunts and heavy breathing only caused her climax to last longer. “That’s it my love. Just like that. Oh I’m going to cum!” He moaned just before his hard cock shot hot cum deep inside her. They both moaned at the feeling of him finishing inside her. He collapsed onto his back after slowly pulling out. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him. Both were out of breath and sweating. “Please. Stay with me.” He whispered into the air. She blushed and closed her eyes moving closer to him. “Yes. I will.”
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acsnowpinup · 11 months
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My lover was gone for so long, and we missed each other greatly. I ached for his touch. We engaged in phone sex to try and make the separation more bearable. Then, his work needed him to stay over another week.
I had even bought a sexy periwinkle outfit for when he returned. Now I was alone and would be alone for another week.
But the next day, he sent me flowers with the best note.
I went home straight from work. I put on the lingerie and enjoyed my flowers…
1/3
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sugarkittensworld · 8 months
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I knew I was done for when I said I’d let him carve designs into my skin.
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amandafoxofficial · 2 months
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Pushing up behind me in bed, I can feel the warmth of his body, the urgency of his manhood against my bottom, the desire he feels for me in his hands as they linger over my bare thighs, his fingertips barely there, tracing figure eights over my skin. I can almost hear this breath as it lands on my neck. It’s burning hot.
Of course, our curtains and windows are open. We like to see the world, and we like the world to see us. It’s morning and the sky outside is a bright, solid blue with a little grey near the horizon. It’s going to be a lovely day, I can tell, made even better by this wake up call.
The air is a bit chilly though at this time of year, and in contrast to him, to his fervency, it feels like winter on my face. We like it regardless. “I want to watch your body respond to the breeze,” he says when I lay there naked, blankets off. One of his favourite things to do is to look at me completely stripped and exposed in the daylight, to really look at my skin, to see the colour of my eyes change when the sun hits them, to see so clearly into my soul.
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maygavin214 · 1 year
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Little brother once saw my dad bending me over the couch with my jeans and panties around my knee's while my ass clapped and jiggled against our dad while he shoved his dick in my asshole so much cum and pain but felt good and warm feeling sperm drip down between my thighs
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CATERPILLAR EXCERPT FROM “Alice’s Salacious Adventures in Wonderland”
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EXCERPT FROM “Alice’s Salacious Adventures in Wonderland”
She bit her lip. If she couldn’t go back to the village, perhaps this… creature could help her. He wore nothing but jeans, and one of his arms had a tattoo. As she neared him, she saw the ink on his bicep was a picture of an orange and black butterfly.
“Who are you?” the creature asked in the most rumbling sexy voice.
His words startled her. She had focused so much on his tattoo that she didn’t realize he had noticed her. And he had asked her a question. Who was she?
“I…” Could she answer the simple question? “I’ve grown so big and so small that I don’t know anymore.”
“That isn’t the only thing troubling you, is it?”
Lord, how his words reverberated inside her chest! Did he know about her inability to climax?
“There is something else.” She toed the grass.
“Tell me.” His deep voice thundered at her breast. The vibrations felt incredible.
“Um … My book doesn’t read what it should. The words are different.”
“What if you recite something from memory?” He raised his eyebrows, hiding them behind a hanging lock of his golden hair. “Recite a popular nursery rhyme.”
She thought about her rope-skipping days. She remembered the one about the dish and the spoon and said, “Hey diddle diddle with my pussy and fiddle ‘til I jump right over the moon. You dog you, laughing as you see me come. How my breath runs away as I swoon.” Her face burned a blush at what came out instead of the right words.
The man chuckled. Each low laugh echoed into a caress of her breasts. A jolt of electricity shot to her pussy.
“Yes. Well—” One of his hands reached out to her and brushed her hair out of her eyes. “That’s not quite how I remember it.” Another hand rested on her shoulder, and still another stroked her arm. Her heart quickened.
“Who are you?” She was breathless.
“I’m the caterpillar of these parts. At least”—he looked down at his body—“that’s the only creature I relate to.” His words shook even more at the places he touched.
She stepped closer to allow his full hands to rest on her, to feel more of those dreamy vibrations.
Another hand of his stroked the underside of her breast over her dress.
She pretended to ignore his touches. “Tell me about the butterfly tattoo on your arm.”
“Ah! Well,” He snuck another hand down the front of her dress and cupped her breast in his warm palm. She trembled. “I’ve never told anyone this but I feel close to you so I’m comfortable telling you. The truth is… that is… what I mean to say…” He looked off to a distant memory, but his hands stayed on task—if their task was to set her on fire. “I hope to someday be a better creature. One that people can like and respect, and not this ugly thing that I am.”
She tried to say, “Go on,” but his touches expelled the strength out of her voice. Her knees weakened. She could smell her tart scent rise from beneath her legs. Could he smell it, too?
“One day I will become a butterfly. A being that everyone will adore. It’s just a matter of when.”
“And…” Her nipple jutted out against the delicious heat of his palm and nimble fingers. She forced the words out, “why would a caterpillar wear pants?”
“To keep the smoke out of my eyes,” he said. Before she could ask what he meant, he spoke, “Now, what’s your name?”
He had a hand at the back of her neck, another on her shoulder, others stroking her arm and breast, and another hand planted flat against her other breast. He squeezed her gently there, playing with her nipple. Her pussy wanted attention. Demanded it.
“Duh... Alisshh… ice,” she managed to say.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Delicious. Now I must see for myself.”
He hoisted her in the air, high over his head. A long tongue emerged from his lips and disappeared under her dress. Soon she felt it stroke her panties. It pressed at her, intent on getting inside her. Its hot wetness slipped past the side of her panties and stroked directly along her pussy. She shivered and moaned when he found her clit. He flicked light licks that opened her. And in he went, straight inside of her.
He brought her closer to his lips, allowing her legs to sit on his shoulders. She inched down onto his shoulders with his head disappearing under her dress, and his tongue went in further, deeper, and found more to discover. He reached places her fingers never found. Whimpers escaped her lips. The sensation was mind-blowing.
Just when she thought his tongue brought her as high as she could go with a good tasting, he planted his lips at her center and hummed: “Mmmm!”
She had no idea a voice could feel so amazing!
She moaned her delight. His vibrating voice buzzed her from the inside out. The wetness of his tongue mingled with her juices and dripped down her legs.
His lips kissed her folds, his tongue wiggled all over inside, his deep voice growled into her.
Come on, Alice! she told herself. Reach an orgasm! You can do it! Focus, focus, focus!
She squeezed her pussy walls and worked at finding a rhythm that matched his tongue. His rhythm was slurp and lick, slurp and lick. So she squeezed and gripped, squeezed and gripped.
But it wasn’t happening. No orgasm.
She relaxed. There was no point in trying to climax. His fine tongue withdrew from inside her, slipped past her pussy, and stroked against her clit.
He set her down on the ground. She wobbled on shaky knees. She leaned on the mushroom for support.
“Indeed, you are.” He looked her up and down with appreciation.
She caught her breath. “I’m what?”
“Delicious.”
She laughed between her panting breaths. She still held on to the mushroom.
“You okay?” he asked kindly.
“Yes. I think so.” She put her free hand between her legs and rubbed her clit through her dress. She looked up at him. So many arms. And in his pants? What hid in there? And how many? “So what did you mean by keeping the smoke out of your eyes.”
“The queen was upset with me, so she said my cock was forever like a pipe. It’s been smoking ever since. So I wear pants to keep the smoke out of my eyes.”
“That makes no sense,” she said.
“See for yourself.” He unzipped his pants and stuffed his hand inside. He snaked it out in the open air. It looked like any other as far as she could tell. But then a puff of smoke drifted up out of the eye.
Astonishing! She stood up straight.
“It really is like a pipe!”
“Like I said. You can even smoke it.”
She laughed. “I can?”
She wouldn’t do that! She couldn’t! She didn’t even know the guy. He wasn’t even human! At least, not entirely. With all those hands…
and arms…
and biceps…
and buff chest...
and golden blond hair…
She surveyed the limp phallus hanging out of his jeans. What was it like to make a man hard? She watched puffs of smoke drift from his tip.
The hell with it! How many times will I get the chance to smoke a cock like a pipe?
She returned his smile and then rubbed her hands along his thighs. The jeans were rough against her palms. She wrapped a fist around his length and squeezed. It felt like putty. She pumped it hard.
“Gentle!” he said. “Gentle, gentle!”
“Oh!” She let go. “I’m sorry.” She felt like such a dunce. “I thought it feels good like that.”
He guided her hand back around his length. “It does. Later. Start gentle and when it’s hard, you can squeeze harder.”
She held him in her hand not sure exactly how to start. Perhaps the way to go was to stroke it like she would her cat’s tail.
Caterpiller watched without appearing to enjoy it.
“Is this okay?” she asked.
“You can keep it in your hand and squeeze it gently.”
She pulsed her clenching fingers around his cock. He closed his eyes. He grew in her hands. That seemed to do the trick. What if she rolled her fingers in a squeeze like playing piano?
She tried clenching each finger one at a time, rolling them along his member. He moaned.
“Is this okay?”
“Yessss.”
How big that thing was getting! So hot and hard!
His jaw dropped open and he tilted back his head, his long, golden hair resting on his shoulders. His lean abdomen glistened in the sun, his sculpted chest rising and dropping with each of his shuddering breaths.
Maybe it was time to start stroking it.
She eased her hand up and down his shaft that stood proud from its nest of amber hair. The skin seemed to stick to her hand. Surely, that didn’t feel good. She let go, licked her hand wet, and returned to sliding up and down. He watched her work.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes,” he said. “You can even go faster and harder, now.”
She tightened her fist, shuttling it along his tall length. She looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back with pleasure in his eyes.
She said, “I’ve never smoked a real pipe before.”
“You’ll like it,” he said. “Tastes like peppermint.”
She laughed. Putting her lips around his huge length, she inhaled. A cool, icy sensation filled her lungs. She pulled him out of her mouth and exhaled the smoke.
“It really does taste like peppermint!”
“Of course.” He sighed happily. “I said it would, so it does.”
She sucked on him again, pushing him deeper down her throat. His hands were on her head, shoulders, and breasts as she inhaled and exhaled the smoke.
She peered up at his face. He was lost in pleasure. She found it difficult not to be lost in her own. Those gentle, groping hands of his knew how to touch her. But this was about him. His pleasure. She also wanted to see what a climaxing pipe looked like and tasted like.
Her breasts swelled at his squeezing fingertips and she groaned. Her mouth probably wasn’t doing a good job on him considering how distracting his amazing hands were. Every time she groaned, her lips stopped working on his cock. And unless she brought him to climax quickly, her mouth might become too weak to finish at all. Best be quick about it!
She wrapped her hands around his length and rapidly rubbed up and down to make him come. When he moaned in pleasure, her whole body felt it. The vibrations of his groans and sighs shuddered within her. He was close. She could feel him throb and twitch. Clamping her lips down, she looked up at him. His face contorted and he exploded in her mouth.
His cum tasted cool and fresh. Like peppermint. What if it had tasted like chocolate? The world would be a much happier place if all men’s cum tasted like chocolate.
She drank down the sweet, invigorating liquid until he stopped spurting. She pulled his limp member out and stood on tiptoe with pursed lips. He bent over and she kissed his cheek.
“You’re a beautiful being,” she said.
He didn’t respond. Seemed too exhausted to say anything.
She sat on the ground and waited for him to compose himself. His phallus still puffed occasional wafts of smoke. After several minutes, he put his pipe back in his pants and zipped up.
She stood. Were those strands of gray hair on his head there before?
“Now, Delicious one. How can I help you?”
“You wouldn’t happen to know a way that I can be bigger?”
“I do indeed,” Caterpillar replied. The gray hairs were getting longer.
“Really?” Excitement fluttered in her chest.
“Break off a piece of mushroom from each side.”
She did as instructed. “What are these pieces of mushroom for?”
Gray hairs also grew on his arms.
“One makes you tall, and one makes you small." EXCERPT FROM “Alice’s Salacious Adventures in Wonderland”
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die-untreue · 6 hours
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Alleine im Bett
Ich liege auf meinem Bett, die weichen Laken umschmeicheln meine nackte Haut, der berauschende Duft von Haschisch erfüllt die Luft, und ich kann nicht anders, als ein tiefes Verlangen in mir zu spüren. Ein ursprünglicher, animalischer Drang, der mich ergreift und mich dazu drängt, meine niedersten Wünsche zu erfüllen. Ich rolle mich auf den Bauch und wölbe meinen Rücken, während ich nach hinten greife und meinen schwarzen Lieblingsdildo nehme. Er ist nicht der größte in meiner Sammlung, aber sicherlich der am meisten benutzte. Ich drücke ihn an den Eingang meiner feuchten, gierigen Muschi und spüre, wie der glatte, glitschige Kopf gegen meine Klitoris stößt, während ich ihn langsam und rhythmisch in mich hinein und wieder heraus gleiten lasse. Das Gefühl ist herrlich, die Reibung lässt Wellen der Lust durch meine Adern fließen.
Während ich mich mit dem Dildo ficke, gleitet meine andere Hand zwischen meinen Beinen hinunter und findet mein Arschloch, das bereits gierig klafft und nach mehr verlangt. Ich spreize mich und schiebe zwei Finger tief hinein, während ich mich weiter mit dem Dildo stoße. Mein Atem geht stoßweise, mein Körper verkrampft sich, als ich das vertraute Ziehen in meinem Unterleib spüre, das verräterische Zeichen dafür, dass ich kurz davor bin zu kommen.
Und dann, gerade als ich kurz davor bin, greife ich zu meinem Nachttisch und hole meinen altbewährten Vibrator heraus. Ich schalte ihn ein, stelle ihn auf die höchste Stufe und drücke ihn gegen meine Klitoris. Ich spüre, wie die Vibrationen durch mich hindurch schießen, während ich komme, meine Muschi sich fest um den Dildo presst und mein Arschloch pulsiert. Mein Körper wird von Krämpfen geschüttelt, meine Säfte fließen ungehindert, während ich das Bettlaken vollpritze. Es ist intensiv, überwältigend, und ich spüre, wie die Erregung aus meinem Inneren aufsteigt und sich wie ein Feuer in meinen Adern ausbreitet.
Als ich wieder zu Atem komme, will ich mehr. Ich greife ich nach meinem Handy, stelle es auf mein Bett und scrolle durch meine Pornos. Ich klicke auf ein Video, mit einem besonders gut bestückten Mann. Sein Schwanz ist unglaublich lang und dick, die Eichel glänzt bereits vor Sperma, während er ihn träge streichelt. Ich schließe meine Augen und stelle mir vor, wie es sich anfühlen würde, dieses Monster in mir zu haben, das mich dehnt und ausfüllt. Ich greife noch einmal zwischen meine Beine, mache meine Beine ganz weit auseinander und beginne, mich zu streicheln, während meine andere Hand immer noch meine Klitoris mit dem Vibrator massiert.
Die Stimme des Mannes im Video, sein rauer Atem und das klatschende Geräusch seiner Hand auf der Haut, sind mein persönlicher Soundtrack, während ich mich in diesem Gefühl verliere. Ich wölbe meinen Rücken und werfe meinen Kopf zurück, als ich wieder das vertraute Ziehen in meinem Unterleib spüre. Ich bin so nah dran, so nah an einem weiteren Orgasmus, und der Gedanke, diesen riesigen Schwanz in mir zu spüren, während ich abspritze, ist fast zu viel.
Mit einem lauten Stöhnen komme ich noch einmal, meine Muschi krampft sich fest um meine Finger. Mein Körper zittert unter der Wucht des Orgasmus, meine Säfte fließen erneut in Strömen. Ich höre wie mein Saft aus meiner Muschi herausschießt und auf den Teppich vor dem Bett tropft. Das Gefühl ist unbeschreiblich, und ich will nicht, dass es aufhört. Ich schaue mir das Video weiter an, meine Finger bewegen sich weiter, immer schneller, um den nächsten Höhepunkt zu erreichen. Als ich sehe, wie der Mann im Video endlich abspritzt und sein Schwanz beim Ausbruch heftig zuckt, komme ich noch einmal.
Mit einem unterdrückten Schrei wölbt sich mein Körper vom Bett, meine Finger graben sich in die Matratze, während ich von dem intensivsten Orgasmus verschlungen werde, den ich bisher erlebt habe. Mein Atem geht rasend schnell, mein Herz rast, mein Körper zittert noch immer unter den Nachwehen der Lust.
Und als die letzten Fetzen der Ekstase verblassen und mich erschöpft und befriedigt zurücklassen, weiß ich, dass ich meinen sicheren Hafen gefunden habe, meinen kleinen, geheimen Zufluchtsort, wo ich mich in der ungezügelten Leidenschaft meiner eigenen Berührung verlieren kann.
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beach-norma-thorndike · 6 months
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Dog lover, wine connoisseur, and expert snuggler.
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Infidelity PT 2
“Don’t worry.” I whisper loud enough for both to hear. “He’s only here to watch.” I say making eye contact with my husband right before I look back up at the man and kiss him. The man smirks and wraps his arms around my waist pulling me closer to his body. Our lips press against each others for a moment before we pull away. Over and over. Until he licks my bottom lip asking permission to enter. I grant it and open my mouth letting his tongue slide inside. His hot breath tingles me in between my legs. His hands make the journey from my waist to my back and eventually to my hair. He moans in my mouth as I take the control of our kissing wrapping my tongue around his. I lick his tongue breathing heavily at the overwhelming taste of his mouth. He slips his hand in between my legs and rubs my lips over my panties. It doesn’t take long for my panties to dampen as a response to his touch. His strong fingers rub me so gently without guidance. He carries on with such confidence and determination. I move my hand up and rub his hardness over his dress pants. He groans and thrusts his hips forward once to press himself against the palm of my hand. I tilt my head back and moan as he slips his hand into my panties and going straight to the center of me. He buries his face in my neck and gently bites at my throat. I open my eyes and lock the gaze with my husband’s. His face is full of sorrow and his eyes are wet with unfallen tears. I smirk at him and remain eye contact as I take the man’s cock out and stroke it bare. The man moans and starts to thrust in my hand. He’s so thick and so long my mouth is watering at the thought of him being inside me. We pull away from each other only to frantically disrobe one another. He throws my naked body on the bed and spreads my legs instantly loosing his head in between them. His flat tongue against my excited clit and soaking wet opening causes me to arch my back and moan. He focuses on my clit licking fast and just the right amount of roughness. My pussy tightens at the feeling. He’s doing all the right things. He’s licking all the right spots. I moan loudly again as I feel his arm wrap around my thigh and hold it tight. Fast small circles on my clit. I can’t help but start to buck my hips. He instantly uses his free arm to hold my hips down. I whine out at the restriction. I feel the overwhelming feeling of an anticipated release wash over me. He can sense it and that is all the motivation he needs to keep going. He groans and pants into my volva making my legs shake. I cum and arch my back entirely and scream in pleasure. I feel him smirk against my lips as he fucks me with his tongue. My toes start to curl and I grip the sheets.
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The Dance of Desire
As I took the stage, I could feel the energy in the room. The audience was fired up and their reactions encouraged my body to flow. As I performed, I noticed a man in the front row staring at me intently. His eyes were dark and gleaming with desire. I couldn't help but be drawn to him. He was my focus as my movements became more sensual and seductive.
We found each other after the show; brought together with what felt like a magnetic pull. He was handsome, charming, and incredibly confident. We spent the evening completely engaged in conversation; and I felt that we must have known each other in another life.
The passion built as the night went on and neither of us wanted it to end. He retrieved my coat and wrapped me up before heading out into the cold. By the time we reached his hotel room, I was incredibly warm despite the frigid temperature. The intensity of that night will forever be etched in my memory. The way he kissed me and pressed up on my body was both dominant and passionate. I couldn't help but feel a deep connection to him.
As I left his hotel room in the early morning hours, I knew that I would never forget the way he made me feel, and I hoped that someday we would meet again. Now, whenever I’m on stage, I secretly search for his eyes in the crowd. Maybe someday?
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