forverayoung

[forverayoung]

Absolutely gorgeous! Would like to see a nautilus lady!

Mermay 2025 (11-20) by Christophe Young

[forverayoung]

Dragon lady!

Art by TOTOTO

[forverayoung]

😍 Great as tattoos, for sure!

Care for a drink?

[forverayoung]

💗🐈

Bothersome beast, comforting friend

[forverayoung]

The Apple Pay comment got me 🤣

🍎🐛

"Ok, ma'am that'll be $226.03."

I take my wallet out of my pocket and unfold it. It is empty other than a single moth that lazily flies out. The moth lands on the tap point of the card reader. There's a beat, and my payment is processed. The moth flies back into my wallet and I put it back in my pocket.

[forverayoung]

Review: Womanizer NEXT Clitoral Stimulator with 3D Pleasure Air Technology in Sage

For someone who can only reach orgasms from clitoral stimulation, this toy helped give me the most amazing orgasms in record time: not including using my imagination to create fantasies, the sensations from using the toy alone was enough to drive me over the edge again and again.

The best part is, even after 8 consecutive orgasms in an hour, my clit doesn't feel sore or painful. It's always good when your toy outlasts you!

Its size is just right, and comfortable to hold in my hand. The positions of the buttons are rather useful and convenient as well; I only need one hand to guide the pace, and intensity of my orgasms. If you prefer to give up control of your orgasms, there is an Autopilot mode to explore.

The Afterglow button is the most helpful. Press-and-holding it after an orgasm instantly drops the vibrations to the lowest intensity, allowing you time to rest in between action.

There are 3 depth levels to experience, and 2 stimulation attachments to switch between for an optimal fit. The toy is quiet enough on the lower settings, and even on the highest settings, it won't be heard from beyond a room with closed doors.

This is my favourite out of all the toys that I currently have.

I highly recommend getting this Womanizer NEXT Clitoral Stimulator with 3D Pleasure Air Technology, especially if clitoral stimulation gives you the most pleasure during sex with yourself, or with others.

💋

[forverayoung]

My kinda dragon! Thank you for this beautiful art 💗

I think a dragon with the queer flag palette would be an awesome way to round out the pride month dragons!

#127 - 酷兒 (kù er/ queer) - Yeah, this dragon's a cool kid 🕶️

[forverayoung]

"What are you doing?"

"Playing with my pussy."

"Swear."

"😽"

[forverayoung]

I want no cock-and-bull story, though....

I want your cock, so....

let me ride the bull, will you? 😘

[forverayoung]

Pleasant Entries

//Hey, let's grab some coffee! There's this new spot near my place that just opened which I've been meaning to try.//

"Sounds good. Let's meet there in an hour." I spoke out loud as I texted you back.

//Great! But swing by my place first. I want to show you the new art piece I'd been working on that I've just finished!//

"What has she got up her sleeve this time...." I wondered out loud as I bounced off my bed, and into the toilet to freshen up.

"Okay, one last check in the mirror...."

Our get-togethers have been a wide spectrum of activities ever since we exchanged pleasantries on the MRT a couple of weeks back.

You were seated in the corner, when I entered the train and took my seat next to you. A waft of a crisp citrus scent entered my nose as I lowered myself into the seat. For a few stops, we were just two strangers riding towards City Hall.

From my peripheral vision, I noticed you hunched over your phone, furiously typing away, and every once in a while, putting your phone on your lap. After every pause, your eyes would suddenly light up, and you would go back to typing on your phone.

From across us, reflected onto the train window, I saw you break into a shy smile, your eyes still on your phone.

My curiosity got the better of me, so I stole a glance. Rude, I know. I swear I was planning to take just a peek, but what I managed to read made me do otherwise:

//I free my hand of my handbag, and rub your crotch until your cock begs to be free. I tease your fly open, and you spring out to my delight.//

I could no longer tear my eyes away from your phone, and I instinctively moved my hand over the crotch of my jeans. My movement must have alerted you of my intrusive glimpse because, from the corner of my eye, I could now see you turned to look at me. Our eyes met briefly before I shrugged sheepishly, and looked away to cringe in embarrassment of having been caught.

"That guy's train ride sure is a lot more exciting than this one." My eyes still unmet by yours, I blurted out loud, gesturing with my thumb to the invisible protagonist of your story.

"And who says this one couldn't be a different episode in the series?" I could hear the teasing smile in your voice. I feel a throb in my crotch as I turned slowly in surprise to face you, and met your eyes that glinted with mischief.

The ice between us melted quicker than the ice in Teh Peng does despite the sunny Singapore weather, and we had exchanged numbers before parting that day.

I shook off the pleasure that was now creeping up my back from remembering that moment. I was eager to see what this meet up would bring.

I rocked up at your door, and I checked my outfit again before ringing your doorbell. The wait seemed so unbearable; I started taking deep breaths when I realised my heart was not the only thing excited.

Your head popped out from behind the door, and you emerged with smiling eyes and a huge grin. The thin strap of your flowery, summer dress hung carelessly off one shoulder, and its neckline lay loosely on the ample boobs I have gotten to know much better recently.

"I just got this from ZARA." As you twirled around, the dress—that ended mid-calf—swirled up, almost revealing what you wore underneath. My eyes moved back up the shapeless dress to your nipples that were pressing against the thin and airy fabric of your dress.

I was still taking in your beauty when you leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek, breaking my contented daze. You took my hand and led me to the couch where your iPad sat alone.

"It's my art for another story. What do you think?" You shoved the erotic image in my face. I scrambled to catch the iPad and held it in front of me to admire your work.

"Oh wow, I didn't expect th--," I lowered the iPad to compliment you, and did not expect what I saw instead; you, with your dress pulled under your heaving bosom, and your hands forming the booby cup, just like in the erotic image.

I choked out a moan as you reached down to unzip my jeans, deliberately slow. My cock is aching to exit the dark confines of my briefs, but you took your time, your hand tickling every sensitive inch. By now, I was giddy with pleasure, and a shot of adrenaline pulsed through my body. I tore out of my jeans and briefs, and then threw you onto the couch. Your head hung off the edge, and you squealed in delight when I straddled you, and groped your boobs.

I bent down and tapped my puckered-up lips against your perky nipples, my fare for entry into the squishy, dark tunnel to Boobsville. I rubbed my slick head all over the entrance of your booby tunnel, so I can easily slide all the way in. You took in all six carriages of my length, and you met my head with a sloppy wash every time I passed.

You pinched and played with your nipples while my hard mass rapidly sped through the increasingly warm passage. Your head lolled back off the couch, and you moaned as the blood rushed to your head, turning your face bright red, as if signalling the arrival of the next stop. Your eyes flashed like the lights at the end of the tunnel when you rolled your head back up to look at me. That jolted a surge of electrifying energy within me, and at that instant, I felt all my steam leave in a cloud of white, before my train of thought slowly powered down.

I collapsed on the couch beside you breathing hard. You wiggled down the couch to lay beside me, and giggled as you spread my cum all over your boobs. I turned to meet your gaze, but not before chortling when you announced,

"That was rail-ly hot. Next station, Iced Coffee. Thank you for riding with SMUT."

[forverayoung]

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Happy Pride 🏳️‍🌈

Lesbians, may you have interest-free financing on Subarus.

Gays, may you have perpetual brunch.

Bisexuals, may you have a lifetime free from threesome jokes.

Transgenders, may you have clothing that fits precisely how you want it to.

Questionings, may you only have to make up your mind when/if you want to.

Queers, may you never have to conform.

Intersex, may you have medical professionals who know what the fuck they’re talking about.

Asexuals, may invitations to “Netflix and Chill” always be literal.

+s, may you be free from all negativity.

Love you guys. Every day of the year.

[forverayoung]

"😽"

"You see, if you look at it;

if you really look at it,

it looks like a little man with a moustache."

Title: Monsieur Vagin

Inspired by Loic Suberville

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#NSFW #NSFW illustration #Erotic Art

#HappyCaturday

[forverayoung]

Fifty Shades of... stains

[forverayoung]

An Elevated Encounter

"Ouch!"

I froze on the spot as the lift doors closed behind me.

Thinking I would not bump into another soul in the wee hours of morning, I had shuffled out of my apartment in my night slip, carefully balancing three oversized boxes in my small arms. I yawned, most unglamorously, while I waited for the lift to arrive at the 48th level.

So, imagine my horror, when I peered past the boxes stacked tall in my arms, you popped into my view, adjusting your spectacles.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" Panicking, I tried to turn, but for some reason, my brain-to-arm coordination became glitchy, and the boxes smacked you in the face again, just as you huddled over to the empty space beside me.

I cringed in apology, and you chuckled as you adjust your spectacles again.

You brought your phone up from your side to pause the video you were watching—Devilman Crybaby.

"Here, let me...", you paused to remove your earphones and tuck your phone into your back pocket, before grabbing the top two boxes, "... help you with that."

I half-wished there was muzak as we stood in awkward silence with our backs facing the lift doors. I suddenly realise how naked I felt, and I subconsciously hugged the boxes closer to my chest, squishing my ample boobs nearly out of its flimsy refuge.

"So uhh, 2am a magic time for you to move these boxes?"

I chortled and my face flushed pink.

"I just moved in earlier this week. I've finally got some time to do some unpacking this weekend."

You nodded in acknowledgement before adding, "Welcome! I hope you like it here."

I nodded back shyly. Just then, the bell alerted us of the lift doors opening. We backed out of the elevator slowly, and then headed to the bin to dispose of the boxes.

I could have a good look at you now that my view was unblocked. You had a crew cut with a neat fade down the sides which complimented your strong jawline and dimples. Your sweatpants hung dangerously low on your hips. And you were... topless, save for the earphones laying on your toned chest.

You grinned at my belated realisation. "I came down for a breather. Care to accompany me for a bit?"

The gentle breeze caressed my face as we sat side-by-side at the bench overlooking a small butterfly garden. The quiet of the night was calming, and it made me appreciate the peace. From the corner of my eye, I notice you looking at me. I turned to look at you, and when my eyes met yours, it was as if there was an unspoken agreement.

My hands instinctively tried to cover the betrayal of my excited nipples.

"Looks like you're feeling cold. Let's get you home." you said, as you stood up and offered your hand.

You walked me to the lobby where the lift stood waiting with its doors open, inviting. I leaned against the back of the lift as you pressed the buttons for my floor. As soon as the doors closed, you turned and pressed your lips into mine.

The lift ascended silently, the level flashing slowly, seemingly conspiring with us to prolong the moment. I gasped as you released your choke hold, and your kiss, and your hungry lips travelled down my neck as you groped my tender breasts. You lightly pushed down on my shoulder, and I felt myself sinking down to my knees, landing face-to-face with the bulge in your shapeless sweatpants. Your hot rod sprung free when I yanked your pants down, and you grunt in response, one hand holding the lift wall for support.

Your long fingers curl around your hardness, and you start stroking yourself swiftly. Your moans gave away your delight when my hands cupped your balls and gently massaged them. I swished my tongue around your red and swollen head, and you rolled your head back in surrender.

Your breath grew increasingly heavier with each flash of the rising level. The bell signalled our arrival, and I tore my lips away to offer the booby cup. The lift doors opened in synchrony with your intense cum.

You held out your hand weakly to pull me up, and walk me to my door.

"Wanna come over to Netflix & Chill, sometime? I wanna know what happens in Episode 3."

You burst into a hearty laugh, and nodded back enthusiastically. We miscalculated when we awkwardly leaned in for a kiss, and your nose bumped into mine.

Ouch.

[forverayoung]

For the love of laundry

I contemplated life's choices as I stood by the edge of the bed, towering over the growing heap of laundry. I sighed as I peeled the first piece of clothing—a T-shirt—off the pile and started to fold.

I gasped when you came up silently behind me, and gently cupped my elbows. My heart skipped a beat when you slid your hands up my forearms, and then deftly plucked the T-shirt off my hands.

You spinned me around, and I watched excitedly as you expertly folded the T-shirt. With every fervent step you took towards the wardrobe, I blushed even harder. You pulled opened the drawer to deposit the T-shirt, and as you closed it, I collapsed, quivering, and out of breath.

"One down. 20 more rounds, shall we?"

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Here's a cheeky story for all you married people of Reddit. Rediscover the passion, and relight the spark, even in laundry, okay?

Now go celebrate and enjoy your origin love story, while I drown my sorrows and loneliness in Teh Peng.

Happy Valentine's Day 2023 💗

[forverayoung]

"你要 Teh Peng 吗?"

I heard him as he slid right up beside me, and pop his head into my field of vision. He looked like he was about to put it on, but he held his mask away from his face. I blushed at the sight of this youncle, whose face I haven't properly seen since 3 years ago. I blushed even harder when he smiled, and I nodded furiously in response.

And all he did was ask, "你要 Teh Peng 吗?"

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So, here I am, drowning my sorrows in this ridiculously addictive cup of caffeine with sugared milk and ice, as I watch my favourite coffeeshop runner do his job.

I wish words came easily for when I actually need to say them, instead of desperate attempts at distraction with kopitiam erotica 😭

[forverayoung]

Wake Up To Make Up

You are turned away from me on your pillow, something you do whenever you are upset with me. I sighed as I climbed into bed beside you. I pulled the blanket up to my chest and fiddled with the hem, contemplating an apology in my head. I sighed again, before turning my back to you, and forcefully squeezed my eyes shut. 

Go and sleep.

Fuck you if you think you're going to sleep without apologising. 

What? It wasn't even my fault! Why should I say sorr-

Then I don't think you're gonna sleep very well tonight...

"ARGH!" I sat up in exasperation and scowled at my conscience. I mindfully took a deep breath, and thoroughly exhaled. I looked over at you, and you are still sleeping, snoring lightly.

I slowly sneak up to you while you are still asleep. I tuck your hair behind your ear. I softly kiss your temple, plant kisses all over your studded ear, and nibbled on your earlobe.

"I'm sorry, love." I whispered in your ear.

You stirred at the sound of my voice, but your eyelids were still heavy with sleep. Why does it feel so hot? I threw the blanket off us, and inched closer to you. I slid my leg over yours, hugging you like my bolster. I nestled my face in your hair, and took in the smell of your favourite shampoo. I held you tighter, pressing my involuntary erection into the small of your back. 

I heard a mew, and feel your hand reach over to caress my stubbly face. You slowly turned in bed to face me, and you gave me a smile that nearly sent me over the edge. I drew a sharp breath, and cupped your face with my hands. "Ohhh, youuu." I groaned before hurriedly pressing my lips into yours. I pull your nightie up your thighs, before slipping my hand between your legs. My finger found your happy button, and I gently rubbed it, the way you taught me to. You moaned into my mouth as we kissed and made up. 

I scrambled off the bed, held your hips, and pulled you to the edge where I knelt. I pried open your legs, brought my mouth down to your pussy and gave it a good licking. You squealed at this surprise. I feel your body jerk, and you lifted your bum and pushed your pussy into my mouth. Your moans get louder as you held my head ransom between your legs. I shoved my tongue into your now-slippery entrance while you pushed your own buttons until you convulsed with a joyous cry of surrender. 

I stood up and watched you, flushed with arousal, your hard, pierced nipples poking through your thin, silky nightie. I feel my blood rush down to my member, and I swiftly pulled my shorts down to whip it out. You immediately grabbed my cock in your hand, and I grunted when I realised how hard I had gotten. I felt all my embarrassment leak out onto your hands. I held my hand over yours and we stroked my penis together. Then, you steered my hard dick towards your warm, pulsating entrance. I rubbed my cock all over your wetness, and you let out a long moan, your body jerking ever so slightly. I knew you wanted it so badly. 

I plunged in, and I felt the first crashing wave of pleasure shoot up my spine. I start thrusting, and then I feel your pussy assertively tighten around my hardness. The second swash of pleasure, which  drowned out my cries as I shot out the last drop of pride, brought me to my knees. 

You sat up, and took me to your bosom. I looked up, and gazed into your forgiving eyes. "We don't have enough time in one lifetime to hold grudges", you said, smiling. 

And our lips met, once again for the night.