my DIRTY little... STORIES ;)

words & stories that get me going ;)

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(Source: akadoe)

profiles-in-perversity:

George wished he could somehow get his wife to be like the neighbor’s.

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profiles-in-perversity:

George wished he could somehow get his wife to be like the neighbor’s.

(Source: felmcyber)

findingmysexy:

thenerdyflirt:

thisguyles:

STM

Very much this.

Very much what I want my next experience to be about. Looks like its gonna be a while.

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findingmysexy:

thenerdyflirt:

thisguyles:

STM

Very much this.

Very much what I want my next experience to be about. Looks like its gonna be a while.

(Source: jarrodis)

msleaaaaaaa:

Damn….Being pressed up against a wall and not being able to move, that’s how you want it. Looking at their lips, waiting for the perfect time to go in for the kill. Just a peck, one little peck as his head jerks back and teases you for more. Smiling as you grasp the back of his head and pull him as close as you can, face to face. As he goes down and lets your legs wrap around him and slides you down the wall, you being to kiss him more and more. You could feel his tongue twist on your neck as your eyes roll back and now it’s your turn. Putting your body on him and pinning him down to the floor with both of your hands in his. Kissing his neck so he feels what you do, and feeling the shock throughout his body. Kissing with no intentions of stopping and having their hands take their adventure throughout your body. Take a quick breath, smile and glance at each other, then resume all over again.

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msleaaaaaaa:

Damn….

Being pressed up against a wall and not being able to move, that’s how you want it. Looking at their lips, waiting for the perfect time to go in for the kill. Just a peck, one little peck as his head jerks back and teases you for more. Smiling as you grasp the back of his head and pull him as close as you can, face to face. As he goes down and lets your legs wrap around him and slides you down the wall, you being to kiss him more and more. You could feel his tongue twist on your neck as your eyes roll back and now it’s your turn. Putting your body on him and pinning him down to the floor with both of your hands in his. Kissing his neck so he feels what you do, and feeling the shock throughout his body. Kissing with no intentions of stopping and having their hands take their adventure throughout your body. Take a quick breath, smile and glance at each other, then resume all over again.

delectabledeviants:

That first point of penetration.
Clothes torn off, on the floor. My cock at the cusp of you. 
The sweet surrender of being at your lips, moving hips against your tightness .. and the delicious honey bliss that hides beyond. 
The glide as I push all the way in. I want to be *all* the way inside you. To own your sigh, as you shiver, buckle in front of me as you gasp towards the Heavens. 
Feeling your niples harden and trace lines against me. It makes me harder. want to fuck you harder. But you have to deserve me. Within my roughest, dirtiest aspects.
Taking you slowly at first, purely to see your eyes, rouge blush of cheek flush and it’s spreading over your skin. The level of whore that pervades underneath the veil of princess - as you bite your lip, purrs become moans, grind back against my thrust. Want me more.
It makes me want to fuck you harder. You don’t own the moment, I do. If I have to train you, restrain you, I will. If I have to use threats, of words, of choke, I will do. 
I want to feel your shudder scream as you cum against me. Your nails digging in to my backside as you want me deeper, deeper. I want to hold your gaze within the tinsel tinged fuck bliss of us both being on that devastating edge. And then to feel you shattering before me as I pump into your cunt with my cum.

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delectabledeviants:

That first point of penetration.

Clothes torn off, on the floor. My cock at the cusp of you.

The sweet surrender of being at your lips, moving hips against your tightness .. and the delicious honey bliss that hides beyond.

The glide as I push all the way in. I want to be *all* the way inside you. To own your sigh, as you shiver, buckle in front of me as you gasp towards the Heavens.

Feeling your niples harden and trace lines against me. It makes me harder. want to fuck you harder. But you have to deserve me. Within my roughest, dirtiest aspects.

Taking you slowly at first, purely to see your eyes, rouge blush of cheek flush and it’s spreading over your skin. The level of whore that pervades underneath the veil of princess - as you bite your lip, purrs become moans, grind back against my thrust. Want me more.

It makes me want to fuck you harder. You don’t own the moment, I do. If I have to train you, restrain you, I will. If I have to use threats, of words, of choke, I will do.

I want to feel your shudder scream as you cum against me. Your nails digging in to my backside as you want me deeper, deeper. I want to hold your gaze within the tinsel tinged fuck bliss of us both being on that devastating edge. And then to feel you shattering before me as I pump into your cunt with my cum.

the basement.: Silence

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sexylittlethings:

curvesafterdark:

taking my shoes off and placing them on the carpet of his car, i pull my knees to my chest and lean my head against the cool glass of the window. in the background, music plays lightly but other then that it is indefinitely quiet. i tap my fingers lightly against my knee and fidget, a soft sigh escaping my lips.

next to me, i hear him breath lightly and i look at him. his eyes are glued to the road and as i struggle for something to say, no words escape my lips. i watch his concentrated face, suddenly longing for him. i reach over lightly and brush my finger across his cheek and without looking at me, i see his mouth curl into a smile. 

his hand goes to my knee and he rubs it softly, one hand still on the wheel. now, i want to kiss him but i know i can’t. i had a thing about kissing him while he was driving, especially when there were too many cars around us. i was terrified of wrecking and certainly didn’t want both of us injured.

his hand rubbed my thigh lightly and i squirmed, putting my legs down and sitting up straight in the passenger seat. 

“josh, what are you doing?” i whispered under a soft gasp that passed my lips as he moved his hand up between my legs.

he laughed a bit and looked at me for a second before turning back to the road, “feeling how hot you are. you really do get excited easily, don’t you baby?”

i just blushed as his hand reached between my legs, rubbing my pussy through my jeans. his touch made me squirm and blush at once and now, i longed to feel his finger inside me. i could feel my pussy dripping onto my white panties, soaking them as he kept rubbing softly. 

gently, i pushed his hand away once we reached a stop sign and lifted my butt up slightly so i could pull my pants to my ankles. he smirked a bit and pulled my panties to the side before sliding his finger into my pussy. i squirmed slightly and he rolled the window down a crack. 

“what did you do that for?” i glare at him, now knowing i have to keep quiet and how it will drive me absolutely nuts to do so.

“if you make any noise, everyone in the car next to us can hear what is going on and you’ll be embarrassed.” his finger pressed deeper and curved up to hit my g-spot.

“fuck!” i yelp slightly, covering my mouth and sinking down into my seat a bit. his finger constantly curved up roughly as his thumb rubs my clit. i look over at him, seeing his boner pressed against the fabric of his jeans. i reach over and unzip his pants and pull his cock out. 

taking it in my hands, i squeeze lightly as both of his hands go back to the wheel and leave my pussy dripping on his seat. i rub slowly, watching his face as he tries hard to concentrate. my finger rubs over the tip softly as i see pre-cum and i rub it down his shaft before wrapping my hand around it again and going faster. i squeeze again and move my hand harder.

teasingly, i leaned over and flicked my tongue across the tip to give him a taste of what i was definitely planning to do later. sitting back up, he pushed his hand from his cock and let it stand, erect as he shoved his fingers back into my pussy. two of his fingers slammed roughly in and out of me as i bit my lip, keeping from moaning as we passed a car. i rest my head on the back of the seat and whimpered softly, loud enough for him to hear. 

“fuck this…” he groaned and turned on his gps, finding the nearest park close to us. we could afford to take a ten minute detour or so. 

Suuuuch a sexy story!  Reminds me of getting road head on the US 40.   ;)

(Source: therealveronikacreighton)

Porn for ladies: Circulaire

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pornforladies:

J’ai dit doucement.

J’ai cru que tu n’avais pas entendu.

Tu es venu planter ta queue tout au fond, d’un coup. Tout mon corps s’est soulevé, transpercé par la tension de ton sexe, le bassin révulsé, les cuisses contractées. Je t’ai vu me regarder. Tu savais ce que tu faisais.

Tu as posé tes…

It’s in FRENCH but this is the English version:

I said softly. 

I thought you did not hear. 

You came to plant your tail at the bottom of a shot. My whole body was raised, transfixed by the tension of your sex, pelvis disgusted, thighs contracted. I saw you looking at me. You knew what you were doing.

You set your hands on either side of my body, to support you there. Your head has come brushing my neck, my breasts. Your hair first, and then your chin unshaven, the burning of thy beard. I seek your mouth, you avoid the mine, you bite my shoulder. You do not move.

My hands come to rest on your side, as if to encourage you to give you as if you needed. Do not move. They go down to your butt, I take full hand and I press against me, I caress, I flatter myself, I claw. My eyes search your eyes, you are laughing.

My hips are raised. You’re stronger than me. I feel your prick recumbent nailed submitted. Your right hand picks up the mine, and carefully puts in my head. Your left hand picks up the mine, and is joining the first. I must not move. I must not ask. I have to let me. You do not need decorum, insults or words. I understood.

There is more than your dick and our heads. There are more than our eyes. I dare not speak. You do not say anything. I feel you feel the beat inside of me, flesh inanimate object. Every inch, every minute movement counts. My breathing, then yours, detuned blasts, a few millimeters of uncontrolled friction. My penis seems huge, I have the impression that yours sucks, he eats, swollen, pressed forward.

I close my eyes, inner battle, do not break this time. I feel your arms tense up, the weight of your body to swing forward, your thighs are close, and I think that turns your cock in me, slow circular motion, your pubes pressed against my clitoris. I have not imagined. You get higher in my downward spiral, your sex inflexible describing unknown movements, hugging the walls of my vagina, fetching further, and never go or come, without ever leaving my pussy.

It takes me several minutes to let me go. I feel like first excavated by your tail, confused. It takes time to understand my nerve endings they learn a new language, a new way to be caressed, circles, letters, numbers, perhaps. I have for the first time the sensation of not being a tube of tissue under irrigation, I do not need to hear the snap of her thighs on mine, I understand your whole tail, without appeal air required. I relax. I open my eyes.

I ask you to stop moving. To do nothing. Of being but. I release my right hand, sliding with difficulty between your body and mine, and I motion, violently. I squeeze your cock inside me, as for the jail, I feel the game of power reversed, I freeze your cock deep inside my pussy, my fingers my clit abuse them, I enjoy on your tail as you would enjoy in my breasts, without thinking of you.

kinkycasey:

There’s this tension between us.
He knows about my relationship. He knows I’m not currently getting what I need. He knows I’m loyal but desperate for attention. So, he strokes my hair, listens to me, asks me questions, and the more we get to know of each other the more my heart races when we talk.
Lately, he’s been drawing me into his lap, and when we talk the between-my-legs aches.
He finally asks, “So, you think I’m cute, huh?”
 I play coy, thinking of my partner, and finally whisper something incoherent into his ear ending with “it’s a secret.”
“I didn’t hear what you were trying to tell me,” he grins, “How can I keep the secret if I don’t know what it is?”
I squirm in his arms, “It’s a secret….  Even from you”
He smiles and rests his head on my shoulder, his lips dangerously close to my ear. It always seems he has the upper hand, even when I’m denying him. He teases, “Awwww   I thought it was our secret.”
Feeling bold, I turn my head so my lips barely graze his and whisper in a teasing, little voice, “I’ll never tell.”
“Never is an awfully strong word, little girl,” his lips brush mine as his hand moves to the back of my neck.”
I involuntarily whimper in reply before he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back, pressing his lips to my throat, kissing me, then turns my head until his mouth is back at my ear and peels back my dress to reveal my bare cunt.
“You never know what the future holds little girl….”
I moan and swallow big, my heart racing, my whole body tingling, my hands on the edges of the fabric, I manage to peel myself from his lap. It’s painful. My whole body wants to be folded into his….
He sees my bluff and calls it, pulling me back…. Pulling so quickly I land straddling his leg. I cave, gluing my body to his.
“Good girl”
I can’t handle it. His smirks, his words, the tension, my mixed emotions and the throbbing between my thighs. I can’t speak. Instead, I whimper and paw at his shirt collar. He watches and strokes my hair.
“What is it little kitten?” He tries to break the tension – to get me to speak but all I can do is play kitten now. Helpless. Purring and nuzzling his chin and neck.
“That’s a good little kitten”
My pussy throbs at the praise and I can’t help but rock my hips once in a deep wanton manner. I blush and bite my lip. In this playful game, he can see my whole hand now.
“MMmmm,” he savors his victory, calling me kitten but toying with me as if I were a mouse, “And that’s a naughty little kitten.” He teases pressing his hands against my bottom, driving my cunt against his leg. I open my mouth in a full moan, needing more. He lifts my dress, and with it my arms which I wrap  around his neck once they are free.  I grind once more and think, maybe not kissing him will somehow mean what we’re doing doesn’t count.
He strokes my hair from the top of my head down my back and presses again against my bottom. I can feel my cheeks, bright red and burning as I rock a few more times, this time feeling my nipples become very hard against his chest.
He continues to rub and fuss over me. Stroking further down, caressing my legs before moving his hands back up, to rest on my now steadily rocking hips. This possessive gesture has me mewling. I can feel my juices begin to run over his leg.
“Such a naughty, wonderful little temptation” he growls as he grabs each of my ass cheeks, fully covering them with his big grip, spreading them apart. I pull my lips along his body up to his ear and whisper in my little voice, “but it feels too good.”
Now it’s his time to shiver.
He retaliates by pressing his leg up between mine and pushing down with his hands.
I melt. My pussy erupts in tingles and I rock harder, steadily, grinding feverishly against his big strong leg.  Then he raises a hand and brings it down hard against one ass cheek.
“Naughty, kitten”
I yelp, but continue to grind, feeling a delicious pressure building.
“ You liked that didn’t you naughty little kitten?” as he slaps again with the other hand, and possessively grabbing afterward.
“Naughty, kitten”
I yelp again and nod.
He answers by dragging his teeth against my skin, his hands run again down my legs and back up to my hips.
“Fuck,” I whisper into his cheek.
He raises his hands up to caress my breasts, tugging my nipples, and biting at my neck. That becomes the final catalyst. Its far too intense. The pressure building, I grind quicker… slightly panicked I plead with my eyes until he smirks and commands,
“Yes, kitten.  Cum for me”

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kinkycasey:

There’s this tension between us.

He knows about my relationship. He knows I’m not currently getting what I need. He knows I’m loyal but desperate for attention. So, he strokes my hair, listens to me, asks me questions, and the more we get to know of each other the more my heart races when we talk.

Lately, he’s been drawing me into his lap, and when we talk the between-my-legs aches.

He finally asks, “So, you think I’m cute, huh?”

 I play coy, thinking of my partner, and finally whisper something incoherent into his ear ending with “it’s a secret.”

“I didn’t hear what you were trying to tell me,” he grins, “How can I keep the secret if I don’t know what it is?”

I squirm in his arms, “It’s a secret….  Even from you”

He smiles and rests his head on my shoulder, his lips dangerously close to my ear. It always seems he has the upper hand, even when I’m denying him. He teases, “Awwww   I thought it was our secret.”

Feeling bold, I turn my head so my lips barely graze his and whisper in a teasing, little voice, “I’ll never tell.”

“Never is an awfully strong word, little girl,” his lips brush mine as his hand moves to the back of my neck.”

I involuntarily whimper in reply before he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back, pressing his lips to my throat, kissing me, then turns my head until his mouth is back at my ear and peels back my dress to reveal my bare cunt.

“You never know what the future holds little girl….”

I moan and swallow big, my heart racing, my whole body tingling, my hands on the edges of the fabric, I manage to peel myself from his lap. It’s painful. My whole body wants to be folded into his….

He sees my bluff and calls it, pulling me back…. Pulling so quickly I land straddling his leg. I cave, gluing my body to his.

“Good girl”

I can’t handle it. His smirks, his words, the tension, my mixed emotions and the throbbing between my thighs. I can’t speak. Instead, I whimper and paw at his shirt collar. He watches and strokes my hair.

“What is it little kitten?” He tries to break the tension – to get me to speak but all I can do is play kitten now. Helpless. Purring and nuzzling his chin and neck.

“That’s a good little kitten”

My pussy throbs at the praise and I can’t help but rock my hips once in a deep wanton manner. I blush and bite my lip. In this playful game, he can see my whole hand now.

“MMmmm,” he savors his victory, calling me kitten but toying with me as if I were a mouse, “And that’s a naughty little kitten.” He teases pressing his hands against my bottom, driving my cunt against his leg. I open my mouth in a full moan, needing more. He lifts my dress, and with it my arms which I wrap  around his neck once they are free.  I grind once more and think, maybe not kissing him will somehow mean what we’re doing doesn’t count.

He strokes my hair from the top of my head down my back and presses again against my bottom. I can feel my cheeks, bright red and burning as I rock a few more times, this time feeling my nipples become very hard against his chest.

He continues to rub and fuss over me. Stroking further down, caressing my legs before moving his hands back up, to rest on my now steadily rocking hips. This possessive gesture has me mewling. I can feel my juices begin to run over his leg.

“Such a naughty, wonderful little temptation” he growls as he grabs each of my ass cheeks, fully covering them with his big grip, spreading them apart. I pull my lips along his body up to his ear and whisper in my little voice, “but it feels too good.”

Now it’s his time to shiver.

He retaliates by pressing his leg up between mine and pushing down with his hands.

I melt. My pussy erupts in tingles and I rock harder, steadily, grinding feverishly against his big strong leg.  Then he raises a hand and brings it down hard against one ass cheek.

Naughty, kitten”

I yelp, but continue to grind, feeling a delicious pressure building.

“ You liked that didn’t you naughty little kitten?” as he slaps again with the other hand, and possessively grabbing afterward.

Naughty, kitten”

I yelp again and nod.

He answers by dragging his teeth against my skin, his hands run again down my legs and back up to my hips.

“Fuck,” I whisper into his cheek.

He raises his hands up to caress my breasts, tugging my nipples, and biting at my neck. That becomes the final catalyst. Its far too intense. The pressure building, I grind quicker… slightly panicked I plead with my eyes until he smirks and commands,

“Yes, kitten.  Cum for me”

erospainter:

I loved him mostwhen he came home from work,his fingers still curled from fitting pipe,his denim shirt ringed with sweat,smelling of salt, the drying weedsof the ocean. I’d go to where he saton the edge of the bed, his foreheadanointed with grease, his cracked handsjammed between his thighs, and unlacethe steel-toed boots, stroke his anklesand calves, the pads and bones of his feet.Then I’d open his clothes and takethe whole day inside me—the ship’sgray sides, the miles of copper pipe,the voice of the foreman clangingoff the hull’s silver ribs. Spark of leadkissing metal. The clamp, the winch,the white fire of the torch, the whistle,and the long drive home. –Dorianne Laux, “The Shipfitter’s Wife”

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erospainter:

I loved him most
when he came home from work,
his fingers still curled from fitting pipe,
his denim shirt ringed with sweat,
smelling of salt, the drying weeds
of the ocean. I’d go to where he sat
on the edge of the bed, his forehead
anointed with grease, his cracked hands
jammed between his thighs, and unlace
the steel-toed boots, stroke his ankles
and calves, the pads and bones of his feet.
Then I’d open his clothes and take
the whole day inside me—the ship’s
gray sides, the miles of copper pipe,
the voice of the foreman clanging
off the hull’s silver ribs. Spark of lead
kissing metal. The clamp, the winch,
the white fire of the torch, the whistle,
and the long drive home.
–Dorianne Laux, “The Shipfitter’s Wife”

"

Vampire

He flew to her as she sat in her bedroom Touched down on her face with a powerful kiss She fell to her bed as he landed upon her It happened so quickly she couldn’t resist Embraced to submission, she lay uncomplaining As he brushed her hair out exposing her neck Anaesthetised softly with delicate kisses She lay ready for him to make his descent Her neck throbbing softly in time to her heartbeat So soft and unblemished, a peach tinted white He cradled her head and leant over her body And kissed with lips open - jaws closing to bite The heat hits his mouth as the blood trickles slowly The taste is addictive, so rich and so warm Unconscious, she’s feeling a rush in her body Excited, she calls out to him “Oh yes! More!” He reads her elation and stops from his feeding And, kissing her, turns round to look at her face Light-headed, unthinking, she rises to kiss him And falls to the spell of vampiral embrace They kiss in the moonlight, her neck bleeding slowly He bites her tongue hard as it strays by his teeth Their mouths fill with blood as he drinks from her kisses His hands getting busy with something beneath He rips off her nightdress, the satin tears cleanly Exposing her vulnerable body to him She swallows her blood and delights in its softness As he takes her skull in the palms of his hands Her head on his shoulder, her body beneath him She sighs with delight at the feelings inside Sustained by her blood and her tenderest kisses The vampire takes on a lover tonight"

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