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elysianparadox · 5 years

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FGF Fic - part 2

NC-17

Lana stood rooted to the spot, staring down at her message inbox. The message read only two words; “Daddy’s home.”

Just reading those words made her heartbeat quicken. She glanced at the clock on her apartment wall.

“He should be finished with work by now.... maybe I should call?” Her thumb gently rubbed the screen of her phone thoughtfully. After a brief moment she dialled in the number and waited impatiently, mentally urging the call to be picked up.

“Hello?” said a familiar voice, “Hi Daddy.”

After a short exchange, the call ended and Lana – now breathing heavily – made her way hurriedly to her bedroom to change.

Gazing into the gilded mirror, she admired her reflection.

She stood at 5”6’ and had an abundance of curves – in all the right places. Her auburn hair tumbled in waves over her shoulders and caressed the pale skin of her décolletage. She wore a simple black satin wrap-around top, with a deep plunging neckline. She smoothed it against her waist, and admired how it showed off the generous curve of her breasts. She paired it with a burgundy corduroy skirt and knee high, black leather boots.

Lana’s deep brown eyes glittered with satisfaction, pleased at her choice. So, turning on her heels, she grabbed her winter coat and keys as she walked out the door.

The cold autumnal air bit at her face as she left Union Station. Plunging her hands deep into her pockets, she shivered against the cold briefly, and then with determination, set off into the night.

Her boot heels clicked against the stone steps of the apartment building, as she made her way up them. Her tummy began fluttering with excitement as she neared his door. She gave herself one last deep, steadying breath. Then, with trembling hand, she knocked gently on the door that stood in front of her.

Within moments the door swung open and a warmth flooded over her. Quiet music filled the air; and looking up, she smiled and blushed, as she looked into his openly smiling face.

#feelgoodfilth

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elysianparadox · 5 years

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A Feel-Good Filth Fiction NC-17

Not affiliated with #feelgoodfilth in anyway. Just a fun little ramble - inspired by FGF.

Standing alone, in the quiet streets of late-night Chicago, huddled with the soft brown leather of his jacket pulled up close against his cheeks, Jim took a long drag of his joint. As he blew out the plume of grey smoke his mobile phone began to vibrate; It's steady pulse against his muscular thigh. With a gentle groan, Jim stamped out any remaining embers, and pulled out his phone from his jeans pocket.

He looked down at the glowing display and quickly accepted the call.

“Thanks for getting back to me so fast” he answered. His deep, resonating voice sounding very out of place, in the silence of the usually bustling city.

“I was wondering when you would reply to my text”. A smile curled the corners of his lips. Voice husky and deep into the mouthpiece, he licked his lower lip before grazing his upper teeth across the soft skin.

“Yeah - I’m available now” his low chuckles echoed against the concrete of his urban surroundings.

He shoved the device back into his pocket and with long strides, quickly made his way back to his apartment.

With a click, Jim firmly shut the door, then, with an adept flick of the wrist – the blinds were closed against the outside world; leaving the room in near darkness. The low light of a corner lamp, glowing orange against the walls, was the only light emanating from his living room. His fingers lingered momentarily on the head of his cat; scratching lightly behind one ear, as he surveyed the room, checking that nothing was out of place. That there were no scraps of discarded catnip or chicken lingering on any surface.

“She’ll be here in a few, buddy.” He muttered absentmindedly as he moved his strong hands along the soft fur of his best friend, and fur baby - Admiral.

After a brief moment of affection for his cohort, Jim went over to an adjacent unit and adjusted the volume a little, on a sound system, and soon quiet music began playing - filling the room with a feeling of warmth and relaxation. He walked back around his large – and very comfortable - couch, (all the while being watched by the inquisitive eyes of his cat). He removed his jacket in one swift motion and placed it on a coat hook, just as there was a gentle tap on the door.

Jim bit his bottom lip – a playful, mischievous smile danced across his features. Making his way across the room with grace and speed - he grabbed the door handle, and moments later he was swinging the door wide and ushering in the blushing woman, who had stood on the other side.

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“Hey Sweetheart” he whispered into her ear – his breath making goose-bumps erupt all over her skin – as he slipped her coat off – his fingers gently running down her arms.

“Hi” she whispered – her breath quickening at his touch.

His smile spread into a grin, while her back was towards him, as he noticed the effect he had over her.

After discarding her coat on the same hook as his own, he placed his palm against her lower back. “Shall we?”

Jim mentally took note of his play mate’s already flushed cheeks, and how she was biting her lip with anticipation, as he sat down next to her – making sure his long, muscular leg, pressed gently against hers.

“Can I get you a drink, beautiful?” His voice low and sensual “Or shall we skip the pleasantries, and jump straight into the pleasure?”

She gave a slow and very deliberate nod, followed by a raised brow and a giggle.

“Oh, sweet thing...” he laughed softly. “...I’m so glad you chose option number 2”.

His long fingers lifted her chin – his tongue - gliding over his lips momentarily - before he pressed them into the dip of her neck just above her clavicle. His warm mouth against her flesh, made her chest heave, and her breath catch in her throat.

Her trembling body leaned into his broad chest, and his strong hands started to undress her. Her pulse point beneath his lips was beginning to race. As Jim released a gentle moan, from deep within his chest (the sound of which made that sensitive spot vibrate ever so softly) his adept fingers trailed along this beautiful woman’s curves. Her skin radiated heat, as goose bumps bloomed beneath his nails, where they lightly grazed her silky, smooth skin.

After a brief moment, he had unclasped her bra, and the satiny scraps of material fell way. The sudden rush of cold air hit her already hard nipples, and made the sensitive little bundles of nerve endings, reach ever more painful heights of arousal.

Loving the art of the tease, Jim moved his talented tongue and teeth from off her throat and attached - with seeming desperation - onto those hard, little nubs.

“Please” she breathed as she grasped the nape of his neck “Please, don’t make me beg.”

Lifting his eyes to meet hers, he quirked his eyebrows and moved his mouth away by mere millimetres. Then with just the very tip of his tongue, he flicked across her achingly responsive skin, again, for the briefest of moments, before he whispered; “But, where’s the fun in that, baby doll?”

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