#adult story

[misskaboom]

Good morning 🖤🪢⛓️📖💋

[thing4olderladies]

"Hi sweetie."

"Hey, babe. Lost track of you. Where'd you go."

"Oh, just dancing with someone."

"Oh. Who?"

"Someone. And I got a kiss."

"What?"

"On my tit."

"What?! I'll kick his ass."

"No you won't. Not his ass." Alicia pulls her top down to show the lipstick kiss mark on her breast. She smiles.

And Grant smiles. "Oh."

"She's right over there."

"Let's go."

"One thing. She's got some limits. She's not into fucking guys. But she's into guys watching. Is that OK?"

"That's cool, but what about me? Can I fuck you after?"

"Well, that's the other thing. She's never sucked dick, but loves to swallow cum." Alicia sighs. "Guess I'll have to suck you off and then drip your cum into her mouth."

Alicia leads Mark into the best night of his life and it all started with a kiss.

[hypotheticalskinarios]

It was the night of her husband's company Christmas party. He worked for a relatively small firm, so his boss was taking everyone out to dinner at a pretty nice restaurant...dinner and drinks on the company dime.

When he told her about it, she knew immediately what she was going to wear. It was a maroon jumpsuit with a plunging neckline that was definitely appropriate for the occasion. Most importantly, it was not only comfortable, but she felt sexy in it...so she wore it whenever she got the opportunity. So as she stood here looking at herself in the mirror, she grabbed a gold heart pendant from her jewelry box...and slipped it over her head.

So when they finally got to the restaurant, she discovered that not only were they sitting at the same table as his boss, but she was sitting directly across from him.

As they ate and drank, she noticed that he, unbeknownst to his wife sitting right beside him, kept glancing across the table at her...but considerably lower than eye level. She thought that he might be looking at her pendant, but she knew that wasn't the case. It was perfectly alright with her though, because she also knew that her husband was due for an end of year review in the matter of just a few weeks.

So after the dinner course concluded, he excused himself to go outside and have a quick cigarette before dessert came. Now she wasn't a smoker herself, but she did know an opportunity when she saw one, so she offered to join him.

Once outside, she suggested that they go around to the side of the building since it was much less windy over there...and he agreed. Then like the gentleman that he was, he offered her a cigarette...and lit it for her.

As they idly chatted, she told him about how generous her husband was with his time and his money. And then she handed him her cigarette...and pulled the top of her jumpsuit nonchalantly down to her waist...baring her entire torso to him...nipples rigid in the cold night air. "But what he's MOST generous with" she said as if nothing had even happened "is his wife."

"Brrrrr" she told him as she took the cigarettes from him and threw them aside "it's coooold out here." Then she grabbed his wrists, and placed his hands on her breasts. "Mmmm...that's better" she said...as he stood there in shocked disbelief.

She continued to talk about her husband as she reached down between them and unbuckled his belt. "I just feel bad for him" she said as she unbuttoned his pants "I know that he would love to buy me nice things" she continued as she unzipped them now "but he just doesn't make enough money" she went on to say as she reached down into his pants.

"Oh wow sir" she said...looking directly into his eyes "apparently your hands aren't the only strong thing about you."

Then she said something about wishing that she could do something to help him as she went down to her knees and pulled his cock out of his pants.

So there she was...sucking her husband's boss's cock on the side of a rather fancy restaurant...in full view of the parking lot...with her bare tits right there ripe for the viewing should anyone happen to be watching them.

This was easily the wealthiest dick that she had ever had in her mouth, but just how quickly he came once she put her lips on him told her that power balance had very little to do with how much money you have in the bank.

She pulled her jumpsuit back up now as he fumbled with his pants. Then they went back inside.

He sat back down across the table from her...seemingly trying not to make eye contact with his wife. It wasn't long before the waiter came back with the dessert tray, but she declined...explaining that the cold air outside must have helped her food settle, because she was suddenly extremely full.

So fast forward a few weeks to her husband's annual performance review. In years past, it had always been a one on one evaluation his boss's office, but this year for whatever reason, he had been summoned to the conference room.

He didn't really think much of it at first, until he entered the room. His boss was in there of course...at the far end of the table, but what really took him by surprise were the partners...as well as the shareholders occupying just about every seat on either side of it.

"Come on in Eric...have a seat" his boss told him from the far end of the room. So he did...taking the very last open seat on the left hand side of the table...directly across from his boss.

"Well...it's been quite a year Eric" he

told him "and you've done an incredible job. You show up early, stay late, and do everything that's asked of you. We've all been discussing your review this morning, but I have to tell you...your strongest endorsement came from your very own wife. We had a nice chat about you at our Christmas party a few weeks ago, and I probably don't have to tell you that she's quite a woman...and a very big fan of yours."

"So" his boss continued "without further adieu, we have unanimously decided to make you a full partner."

He was completley blown away...rendered speechless in fact...until he asked if he could call his wife.

"Well I hope you don't mind" his boss went on to say "But I've already taken the liberty of calling her with the good news. Look Eric...I'm sure that you're well aware of the fact that we officially seal promotions here by sharing a bourbon from the bar over there. But seeing as how your wife was rather instrumental in this bump to your career, I thought it only fitting that she be a part of the festivities."

"So what did she say?" he asked. "Well" his boss replied "Why don't I let HER tell you." Then he called his secretary, and said "send her in."

The door opened, and in walked his wife...naked as her first day on earth. "Esvie!!!" he screamed "What the fuck???"

"Congratulations honey" she told him...as she climbed up onto the table "I'm SO proud of you" As she continued to crawl towards him...past every single person in the organization, she said "Mr. Johnstone called me last night with the good news, and invited me here for a celebratory bourbon. But I thought that it might be fun if you two sealed the deal by sharing something a little more warm...and definitely more sweet.

She was now between the two of them. She rolled over onto her back with her feet facing his boss and her ass right at the edge of the table, and her head hanging down over the edge of the other side of it...right in his lap.

His boss stood up now and began to remove his pants. Then right there in front of everyone, he slid his cock effortlessly into his wife.

"So Eric" Mr Johnstone said, he continued to fuck Esvie right there on the conference room table, do you want to make partner...or don't you?"

He just stood up...pulled his own cock out of his pants...and dropped it into his wife's mouth as he had done hundreds of times before. "That's my boy" his boss told him...as they stood there spit roasting his wife in front a stunned silence audience "and like I said earlier...this wife of yours is quite a woman."

[thelittleredwildflower]

Note: 18+, adult content

Calamine

Boone, Mississippi. 1976.

September

Ginny woke in the middle of the night to the restless song of crickets outside. She shifted lazily on Coralee’s springy old mattress and rolled onto her back, wiggling her toes beneath the soft, threadbare sheets. Her small feet throbbed with a fierce, burning itch, and she rose up in a daze, rubbing at her big eyes in the hot darkness.

The air was thick with humidity, stifling, and she sat for a moment, her body still damp and heavy with sleep. After she had roused herself a bit, Ginny swung her coltish legs out from under the striped sheets and pulled her knees up tight to her chest. In a stream of pale moonlight, she looked down, shocked to find both ankles littered with sore, red welts. The sight turned her stomach. It worsened the dull, steady ache that already lingered in her belly, and she swallowed hard, pressing a palm against her damp forehead.

Earlier that night, Coralee Cooper and Annabelle Lane had gotten Ginny drunk for the first time. The three of them had trekked out back into a thick of old trees and wild brush near the Indigo River, their worn backpacks plump with stolen beer. They had plopped down Indian-style in a patch of cool, blonde grass beside the rushing water, waiting on Cora to fish out her daddy’s old bottle opener. ‘Budweiser’ had been written in faded blue letters across the red handle, and they had pried open the smooth, cold longnecks with eager hands, giggling all the while.

The three of them had sat near the river’s edge for hours, watching the swift, dark current sweep over bedrock as they’d downed swig after swig of liquid gold. When all the beer had finally been drunk, they had flopped back on the grassy bank and smoked cigarettes, watching the late summer stars tilt and spin. It had been loads of fun, but from the looks of her swollen feet, Ginny had left the woods with more than just a good beer buzz.

She poked gingerly at one tender red bump and sucked in her breath. It stung and ached with the beat of her heart, and she knew straight off it was poison oak. She’d had it before as a little girl, and it’d been downright terrible. The stubborn, scarlet colored rash had gone on and on, no matter how many times her mama had rubbed it with salve and wrapped it in clean cloth bandages. For weeks, it had throbbed with her every step, and Ginny still remembered her mama’s warm, soothing voice, how her skin had smelled of honeysuckle as she’d dabbed thick patches of cool pink lotion over her feet and ankles. “It’s all right, sweet girl. That calamine’ll work it’s magic soon on ya soon enough.”

“Coralee?” Ginny sent out a quiet whisper to her friend, but Cora was deep in dreams, her eyelids fluttering like moth wings in the silver moonlight.

Ginny waited a minute or two, then pulled herself off Cora’s bed with a long, lazy sigh. Outside, in the hot damp of midnight, the steady, musical lull of insects droned on through the open screened windows. In the hazy shadows, Ginny finally found her glasses in a sea of glitter nail polish bottles and Seventeen magazines on Cora’s cluttered white dresser. She wiped the lenses clean with the bottom hem of her nightdress, then slipped the round, tortoise shell frames up onto her freckled little nose.

In the quiet heat of Coralee’s small, dormered bedroom, Ginny suddenly grew homesick. The Coopers had no air conditioning, and all she heard then was the eerie, drifting whir of steel blade fans running in every room of their dark house. Down the hall, restless with sweat and bad dreams, Cora’s little brother, Travis, tossed and turned in his small twin bed.

It was hot for late September, oppressively hot, and Ginny longed for autumn. She loved when the nights grew windy and brisk after the purple fall of dusk. She would often linger out in the backyard until late, her small body strewn across an old tire swing. Up and down the streets, people burned piles of leaves, and she would close her eyes and breathe in the pungent scent of their fires. Each year, she savored the sweet, somber hush of rolling foliage, the slow turn of trees in their neighborhood from deep green to crimson and gold. She hadn’t seen a wisp of color so far though, and it made her wonder if summer would ever give up the fight.

Ginny looked on at her two friends as they slumbered in the darkness. She listened to the soft sound of Annabelle’s breath moving in and out. It was tranquil and even, like the rise and fall of waves. In the far corner, Coralee sighed and shifted onto her belly. Ginny didn’t have the heart to wake them, so she stepped over Belle’s long, sleeping body and tried her best to be silent. A rush of searing pain swept through her feet and ankles then, and she stopped where she stood, wincing.

Cora’s bedroom door stood half ajar, and Ginny craned her neck, looking out into the dark, narrow hallway. It felt like trespassing, her roaming around in someone else’s house at night. The creak of a wooden floorboard, the groan of a warped stair, the shadowed corners and locked closets were all parts of a foreign land, one where natives slept, unknowing. She thought of the jumbled pile of shoes near the front door, the dirty dishes in the sink, the wooden coat tree beside the big picture window where jackets and sweaters and hooded sweatshirts hung at random. All the unfamiliar scents on blankets and sheets and pillowcases, they were the Coopers’ blood, sweat and tears.

Ginny stood for a bit, hesitant, smoothing her thin white frock over her slim, pretty legs. She tucked her wavy dark hair back behind both ears and thought of morning, how it was just a few hours off. She could wait. The last thing she wanted was to disturb the peace, but as she took another step, that deep, aching heat sprang to life again. She glanced back at Cora with hopeful eyes, but her friend still lay sleeping in a harbor of clean cotton sheets. Ginny turned toward the beckoning hall again, sighing reluctantly. She stayed put for a moment longer, then finally lifted anchor and drifted out into the hot, silent house.

~

“Mr. Cooper?” Ginny’s voice was soft and unsure as she looked down at him, at a good daddy sleeping peacefully on his brown plaid couch.

She had never known her own daddy. He had left her mama high and dry when Ginny was just three years old. At home, she never walked into their yellow tiled bathroom to find a straight razor sitting on the sink. There were no bottles of stiff, woodsy smelling aftershave tucked into the medicine cabinet, no dirty brown work boots lying idle near the front door.

Emmett Cooper had the same color hair as his daughter, Cora. It was the rich shade of burning embers, not red and not brown, but a beautiful, unique mix of both. His big, weathered hand lay across his lean belly, and it rose and fell gently as he took in a long breath, letting it out with a quiet, lazy sigh. His sleeping face was turned away from her, and the warm, dancing light from a muted TV screen cast rippling shadows all over the room.

Ginny stood a few feet from him, keeping still and silent. She had always been painfully shy, and more often than not, filled to the brim with a quiet uncertainty. Even as a small child, she had been soft-spoken and sweetly awkward. She couldn’t help but feel like pest then, saying his name again, so she waited, hoping he might stir.

She looked on at the frayed bottom hem of his gray t-shirt. It had come up an inch or two on his belly, and her cheeks burned at this small, unexpected glimpse of bare skin. A straight line of copper hair trailed down from his navel, disappearing into the waist of his blue work trousers. They were stained with grease and motor oil, and she saw how the dark cotton had worn thin at the knees.

Ginny only knew a handful of things about Coralee’s daddy. He fixed up cars down at Lipman’s Garage, he smoked a pack of Luckies a day, and he had a soft spot for horses. Cora had once said that her daddy loved to ride his old motorcycle, and on Friday nights, he would put his feet up, listen to blues, and drink Wild Turkey out of a tiny red shot glass. She had also said that her mama, Lucy, downright hated his motorcycle and the whisky drinking too. For months, Cora’s mama and daddy had been fighting like cats and dogs. Lucy had been staying out nights, spending more and more time working late shifts down at Ruby’s Diner. She was there that night, in fact, waiting tables and slinging hash to all the night owls and drunkards.

Cora had said that her mama had been acting like a selfish bitch, and that her daddy deserved his bit of fun, especially after he’d worked his hands to the bone all week. She had told Ginny that she missed her daddy’s goofy laugh and his stupid jokes. All of his silliness and playful teasing has gone absent since he and Cora’s mama had begun living separate lives. It all seemed so complicated and sad to Ginny.

“Mr. Cooper?” Ginny drew closer, intent on asking if they had any calamine lotion to soothe the itch on her tender bare feet. She jumped in her skin when he sat up quick, startled from a deep sleep.

“What? What’s wrong? Shit, I fell asleep. What time is it?”

Still bleary-eyed, he reached up and rustled his red-brown hair with both big hands. It stood up every which way, until he smoothed it back down again with a heavy sigh. He seemed disoriented and plain exhausted, and Ginny felt remorse for waking him up so suddenly.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Cooper. It’s ‘bout two o’clock, I think.”

He moved to the edge of their brown plaid couch, and almost at once, his big hands reached for a pack of Lucky Strikes that lay out on the coffee table. They had been tossed there beside an empty bottle of Budweiser, an old Zippo lighter, and a green plastic ashtray that cradled two spent butts. He smacked the half pack of smokes up against his big palm and pulled one out, taking it between his teeth.

“You one of Coralee’s friends? Lucy warned me ‘bout you girls stayin’ over tonight. Said I might not get much sleep on count of all the gigglin’ and carryin’ on.”

Emmett Cooper gave Ginny a tired, weary smile, showing just a glimpse of his straight, white teeth. He looked at her bare, freckled shoulders and tiny frame. She was a good bit smaller than his daughter, and she looked as young as a chickadee. The only thing that gave away her true age was the shadow of two tender points hidden beneath her thin cotton frock. She stood at just the right angle, where the smooth, white moonlight drifted in through the big picture window. Its soft glow made her little gown go completely sheer, and he looked away. She might as well have been standing there naked in front of him. She didn’t have a clue though, and he wasn’t about to let on. He had learned quickly, just by living with Coralee, that teenage girls were often over-sensitive, erratic creatures. He kept quiet and took a long drag off his cigarette. All the while, his eyes fought the urge to look at her taut little nipples through her pretty cotton sheath, and he cleared his throat as he exhaled.

“I’m Ginny Goodman. I work with Coralee over at the Dairy Queen…makin’ ice cream cones and such. We just met this summer. This is my first time stayin’ over.”

She had a honey-drip little voice that he could barely make out, and like a bloodhound, Emmett caught scent of her shy, hesitant nature. She had a quiet innocence about her; none of the giddy drama that was common in most girls her age. She was different, more sweet and trusting. It was in the downward tilt of her big doe eyes behind her glasses. It was in the high color of her baby soft cheeks, and he felt the tug of an erection come on him then. It took him completely off guard. It disturbed him, even, because she still looked like a little fawn.

He had never been one to desire knock-kneed, skinny young girls. He favored curves, and his wife, Lucy, had plenty of those. Since the night they’d first met, Emmett had been crazy for Lucy’s firm, rounded breasts. The way she filled out a snug white t-shirt had always driven him wild. She was near forty, but her ass still looked delicious in a tight pair of old Levi’s, and her legs had remained shapely and strong. After twenty years of marriage, he still had trouble keeping his hands off her. He even loved the little paunch of her belly because she had carried his three children there.

Emmett had always fancied solid women, women he could grab onto and drive himself deep inside of. He had never once, as a grown man, felt himself stiffen up so quick and eager for a girl so young. It just hadn’t been in his nature. In fact, he had always found it unsettling when the guys down at Lipman’s would catcall at passing teenagers.

In the summertime, a slow stream of wayward girls often trickled into the shop. Dressed in snug cut-off jeans and thin halter tops tied above the navel, they would prance around and put their flat, tanned-up bellies and firm, sun-kissed legs on display. They’d snap their bubble gum and flip their hair and give the middle-aged men like Emmett a knowing smile as they dropped their keys onto the grubby front counter. It was always a smashed-in bumper or a busted-up taillight that needed repair, the ruins of loud music, homegrown weed, and a lead foot. On the hottest days, they would wiggle their firm little asses out the front door and leave the sweet scent of coconut oil in their wakes. While most of his buddies would whistle through their teeth as the girls shimmied across the parking lot into their boyfriends’ trucks, he would only shake his head and let out a quiet belly laugh.

Emmett thought on Lucy then. It had been nearly three months since she’d let him touch her, and the last time had been rushed. It had been a quick, silent fuck in the still darkness of their messy bedroom, before the house had woken up or the sun had sneaked its way through the drawn curtains. After they had finished, she had slipped her warm body out from under his and whispered, “I need to make coffee…and I gotta pack a lunch for Travis.” It had seemed to Emmett that she hadn’t been able to get away from their bed fast enough.

By instinct, his body had grown hungry in Lucy’s absence. He knew it was possible that his wife no longer loved him. They had been growing apart for some time, years it seemed, but Emmett still had hopes that the two of them could put aside their problems and salvage the family they’d made together. As of late, Lucy didn’t seem too keen on that notion, and the whole thing broke his heart in two.

“Well, Ginny Goodman…” He took another long drag off his cigarette and slowly exhaled into the close, sultry air. “…it’s good to meet you. I’m Coralee’s daddy.”

~

“What in hell you girls doin’ out in them woods, anyhow? Drinking’ down my beer and smokin’ up my cigarettes, I reckon.” Emmett looked on at Ginny’s big chocolate eyes, waiting for her to deny it, but she just pressed her bee-stung lips together and let out a soft giggle.

“Yep. You can tell Coralee I noticed them smokes missin’ from my pack. You can tell her to cut it out too, or there’ll be hell to pay. I keep sayin’…if she’s stupid enough to take up smokin’, she best buy her own pack. I told her to stay out of them woods too. It’s ripe with poison oak.”

Ginny kept quiet and listened as he talked to her all daddy-like. She savored his playful, gentle scolding. It felt nice. She imagined what it would be like to have a daddy that loved you deep, one that teased you and made you laugh.

She was bashful as he took down a bottle of calamine lotion from the kitchen cupboard and walked over to her on quiet bare feet. He sat down beside her on the soft plaid couch and shook the pink bottle in his big hand, mixing it up lightly. He told her to shimmy her little behind around and sit with her back against the couch’s big pillowed arm, and she obliged him with dark, watchful eyes.

“Put your feet up here so I can get a look. I know that’s what you got though, and it ain’t no fun from what I remember.” He motioned for her to swing her feet up.

“It itches somethin’ terrible.” Ginny pulled her glasses off and wiggled her toes like a child.

“I bet. You’re covered in it.”

She set her small bare feet in his lap and watched his scruffy red beard, his thick fingers and creased knuckles. He had a black crescent of motor oil under each nail and a tender red cut on his left thumb. Her eyes lingered on his big hands as he took soft white cotton balls slathered in cool pink balm and gently dabbed them on her sore welts, just like she was his own baby girl.

“That hurt?”

He looked over at her eyes, and Ginny shook her head no. Though she was young, and green as a sprig of mint, a warmth suddenly blossomed up between her legs. The feelings brought on a whole mess of confusion because Mr. Cooper was a grown man over twice her age. He had sturdy arms and tiny lines at the corners of his eyes. He was no spindly teenage boy.

As the fan slowly teased across their hot skin and drew away, Ginny felt a ripple of uncertainty run through her. She wasn’t sure if Coralee’s daddy had looked at her bare legs in a way he shouldn’t have, or if he’d been wrong to let his deep hazel eyes wander to the thin strap of her nightdress when it had slipped down her freckled shoulder. She wasn’t sure of anything, only that his hands were like feathers on her sore bare feet, his touch soft and tender as he healed her ache with his smooth pink salve; the one that smelled like childhood.

~

“Wake up, pretty girl.”

Ginny came slowly from dreams with lazy, half-open eyes. She was still sleepy as he pressed his mouth against her damp forehead and kissed gently.

“You awake, sweetheart?”

His mouth was warm and searching, and he smelled faintly of cigarette smoke. The piney scent of sweat lingered on his skin, as if he needed a long, hot shower to wash away the day’s work. He smelled like those men had, the ones who’d come to fix her mama’s leaky kitchen pipes. They had been dressed in dirty old work trousers and worn leather tool belts, and they had carried the same scent of musk and tobacco. It was the way a daddy might smell, and a daddy was someone who had no business nestling his rough, scratchy face into the soft hollow of her neck.

Ginny’s first instinct was to pull away. She wanted to slip off the couch and sneak back to the quiet haven of Cora’s small, hodgepodge bedroom, with its crooked posters and pine floors and patchwork sleeping bags.

Instead, she lay there like a rag doll as Emmett Cooper placed a gentle kiss on her smooth, freckled shoulder. A moment later, he cupped a big hand around her cheek and traced his thumb lightly over her jaw, kissing up along her warm, salty neck. His mouth was hot and teasing, and Ginny closed her eyes tight at the prickle of his short beard on her soft skin.

“Don’t.” She didn’t want to hurt his feelings. He had been so nice to her as he’d tended her wounds and made her giggle in the quiet darkness. Still, she knew it couldn’t be right, him kissing on her like that.

“You don’t gotta be afraid. I ain’t gonna hurt you, baby. Not never.” He drew one finger along her hairline, watching her thick, feathered lashes, her large, silent eyes swimming in question.

Ginny remembered falling asleep on the big plaid couch, and for a spell, he had too. He had dozed off sitting up, still holding her damaged feet in his lap. She had felt nothing but safe and sound with him, but right then, she was taken aback at his closeness, almost bewildered by it.

She thought on Coralee and Annabelle, sleeping sound just upstairs. She knew that any girl in her place might be afraid, or at least unsure, but more than fear, Ginny was only shy and timid as his big hands worked down the front of her thin nightdress. One by one, he pulled loose her long row of buttons, and she closed her eyes, feeling his warm mouth against her ear.

He parted her gown gently, tracing his fingers across her smooth belly until she lay there, bare and bashful, looking up at him with wide, dark eyes. For a moment, she felt a whisper soft touch on her navel, then it was gone.

She looked down as his rough hands made their way along her slim, girlish legs. Before she knew, he had taken two thick fingers and laced them under the hips of her thin white underpants.

“Lift up.”

Ginny watched his eyes, listening to the smooth lull of his deep voice above her as she slowly lifted her small bottom off the couch.

“Yeah. That’s it, pretty girl.”

A moment later, he pulled her flimsy cotton panties clean off, and Ginny felt her cheeks go hot. It was unthinkable, that Coralee’s daddy, or any daddy for that matter, would touch her in such a forbidden way. She watched as he tossed her little white underpants on the coffee table next to his cigarettes and beer.

Ginny shifted away, uneasy as he slipped in beside her on the big plaid couch. He traced one finger down between her small breasts, then circled the warm, dark hallow of her navel again. The light, whispery feel of his touch tickled her hot skin and made her belly tense up. It made her suck in a little breath and bite down on her full bottom lip.

“That tickle?”

He walked two teasing fingers back up between her breasts, smiling down at her as he leaned in close. His mouth was hungry and eager, and it searched for hers until Ginny pulled away. She was all racing heart and vulnerable eyes then, and a deep, aching warmth had settled down between her legs. It throbbed with the beat of her heart as he traced a tender finger around each of her dainty pink nipples, first one, then the other.

‘I can’t believe this is happenin’.’ It was a silent thought inside of her as he touched the small, sparse patch of dark hair where her slim legs met. Since that sweet, curly tuft had sprouted up the summer before her thirteenth year, Ginny had been intensely shy about it.

Emmett slid his big hand down, rubbing gently at her slippery little cleft, testing the waters. She couldn’t help but look there. In the warm, milky light that spilled in through the big picture window, Ginny watched his rough fingers stroke against her most private place. It felt like too much at first, almost too good, and she nudged him away, feeling tingly and feverish. She rose up on her elbows then, looking at him with wide, over-bright eyes.

“That hurt you, pretty girl? I just… I forgot…”

Ginny didn’t know what he’d meant by that. Forgot what? That she had never been touched before? That she was a late bloomer? That at eighteen, she was still brand new, though most girls her age had already lost it to their boyfriends, or some drunken, shaggy-haired guy they’d met at a party?

“Let me kiss you, now. Don’t be shy. I just…I wanna make you feel nice.” It was a shameless confession, and he pressed his damp forehead to hers, closing his soulful eyes.

“You do?” She asked it in a way that nearly broke his heart.

Emmett knew he was doing the worst kind of wrong to his daughter’s new little friend, but in that moment, he had become someone else entirely. If he had looked in the mirror right then, he would have found a stranger’s face peering back at him, a man broken up and beaten down. He knew it was a shameful thing, to take his grief and frustration out on a sweet little bird like Ginny, but still, he leaned in close and ventured further.

“I do. Let me kiss you, sweetheart.” Emmett gave her freckled cheek one tender kiss, tucking a sliver of stray hair behind her ear.

“It’s scratchy.” She smiled but couldn’t look at him then, the flecks of evergreen in his eyes, the angry, ragged scar along his left forearm.

“My face?” He reached up and rubbed at his stubbly red beard. It made a sound like sandpaper moving across wood.

“I love these freckles.” He touched her nose with a sugary sweetness that made her trust him all over again.

“I hate ‘em.” Ginny felt herself blush. She had always cursed the mess of dusty brown flecks on her cheeks and nose. They made her look years younger.

“You’re such a beautiful little thing.” Emmett kissed her cheek again, smiling against her hot skin, and Ginny looked over at him, right into his deep hazel eyes.

She bit back a budding smile then, turning her gaze down like a shy doe, and it was all the invitation he needed. He took her chin in his big hand and pulled her smooth baby face close against his own. He kissed at her warm mouth, and she followed his lead, stroking her cotton candy tongue against his, kissing deeper when he did, her breath growing quicker all the while.

“You’re so sweet, baby girl. I love this pretty mouth.” Emmett traced a gentle thumb over her wet bottom lip, and Ginny lay there with a shy smile, taking in all of his sweet talk like a cool glass of water on a hot day.

She felt his big hand slip down and graze across her small triangle of dark curls. A moment later, he nestled his fingers against her slippery warmth again and started a slow, gentle rub there, circling around her most tender place. It sent a warm flutter of pleasure through her, and as he added more pressure, a soft, urgent ache took root deep in her belly. It made Ginny close her eyes and sigh like a baby in the dim quiet.

“That feel nice?”

Her small body went lazy against his, just like Lucy’s always did when he used a slow, gentle touch. With Ginny though, it only took a moment before she was swollen up wet and beautiful. She was young and eager, and her body told him so.

“Yeah. It feels nice.”

She smiled up at him bashfully, and he kept on, still going slow. He watched her pretty face, the way she closed her eyes tight, then opened them again, daring to watch his steady hand as it touched her in a way no one had before.

“Can I get me another kiss?”

Emmett leaned in and whispered near the hollow of her ear then, his voice honey sweet and soothing. She nodded her head yes, and this time, as he kissed deep at her full pink mouth, he felt the soft tilt of her hips, the way her pretty legs opened just a bit further in welcome.

He’d always had a way with women. He had never been the most handsome or shown the most bravado, and he had certainly never professed to be the smartest, but somehow, he had always known just what to say, and at just the right time. Like magic, the soft, deep rasp of his easy voice had made more then a few sets of legs fall wide open for him, and even at forty-two years old, it seemed that was still the case.

“Is that all right? The way I’m touchin’ you?”

“I guess so. Yeah.”

Ginny swallowed hard, and they both looked down, watching as he drew one finger up the slick line of her rosy cleft. A moment later, she felt the scratch of his beard on the firm swell of her breast. He used a slippery tongue to trace a slow, warm circle around her little pink nipple. It felt better than she imagined it would, and it looked like something you might see in a dirty movie, the kind all the boys talked about at school. She looked on with curious eyes, feeling the hot pull of his mouth as he sucked at both breasts softly. He licked at her pretty pink points, his warm tongue leaving a shiny wetness on her taut nipples. She saw it in the hazy light of the porch lamp through the big picture window, and it was a beautiful sight. The distant song of a neighbor’s wind chimes danced through the open screens as Emmett suddenly pulled his body away from hers. In the next breath, she found him gazing down at her, kneeling between her lazy open legs.

“It’s all right, sweetheart.” His voice was a quiet whisper above her, and his face was half-shadowed. He pulled his t-shirt up over his mess of thick, red-brown hair, and Ginny looked on, her big eyes full of wonder. He was lean-chested and strong-armed, his body a work of taut, natural muscle. She caught a glimpse of two reddish patches of hair under his arms, and suddenly, she felt very young.

Emmett had a strange, faded black tattoo inked onto his right upper arm. It looked like a rooster, but she didn’t dare ask to see it. She just watched him quietly, listening to the gentle, familiar hum of their refrigerator in the next room, her eyes on all the parts of him that were different from her own.

“Don’t be shy now, all right?”

Emmett slipped his body over hers then, and Ginny took in a sharp breath at the feel of his bare belly pressed tight against her most private place. It felt more than good, and she wanted to touch him, but didn’t know where to put her hands first.

“I won’t.”

Her eyes were like two dark moons below him. They roamed over his warm mouth and begged silently for another sweet kiss. He obliged her, and at the same time, they both let out a little sigh of pleasure. Emmett knew he was in the worst kind of trouble. The way he wanted inside of her then was something primal. He had never felt a desire quite like it.

“You got me all in a lather here, girl.”

He kissed at the damp hollow of her neck, and Ginny couldn’t help but worry on what came next. She didn’t want to think of his man part, but she couldn’t not think of it either. She knew enough about sex to guess what he might be easing her into, and she was more than nervous.

“Really?” Ginny was tongue-tied and self-conscious. She didn’t have a clue on how to respond to all the longing he had for her. With her glassses and her freckles and her slight, girlish frame, she just wasn’t used to being so irresistible.

“There’s just somethin’ ‘bout you, pretty girl. You’re sugar sweet.”

In the soothing darkness, Emmett traced a slick, sultry tongue around the sweet dip of her navel, and without hesitation, he gave her bare little cleft one long, slow lick. She tasted clean and salty and undeniably feminine. He hadn’t tasted another woman in twenty years. It was illicit and sinful and downright intoxicating. Ginny was different there, smaller and nothing but tender, the color of pale pink roses. Lucy, despite being an ashy blonde, was tawny skinned. She had always hated the color of her sex, though Emmett loved it, a warm brown like Tupelo honey.

“Just like I thought…sugar sweet. You taste so good.”

Emmett drew his tongue up slow, pressing it inside of her so he could get another taste, and she made a quiet sound above him. He slipped his sturdy arms under her slim legs, cradling the slight curve of her waist in his big hands, holding her small body gently until she relaxed against him.

“I do?” A note of disbelief came up in her quiet voice, and she looked down at him intently.

“You do. Sweet like sugarcane.” Emmett gave her a teasing smile, and Ginny saw all of his straight, white teeth shining up at her in the darkness.

He kissed at her belly, then slipped his hands down under her firm little behind. Emmett looked on at her sex. A hint of pink, swollen flesh peeked out at him, and Ginny’s whole body went tense as he nestled his thumbs up against her small, dainty cleft. He opened her with gentle fingers, then lapped his tongue from the bottom of her tender cut, right up to her tiny wet nub. Emmett went right to that most tender spot and took it in, sucking at it long and deep, and Ginny felt a warm, aching pleasure like nothing she had ever known. It made her legs tremble and her eyelids flutter, and she couldn’t help but let out a sound so soft and sweet, it made Emmett weak in the knees.

“That feel good, pretty girl?” He licked at her baby soft flesh, then fluttered his warm tongue up against her tender spot all light and quick.

“Oh, my goodness. Yes. It feels really good.”

Ginny answered him with the raw honesty of a green teenage girl. He heard the eager hitch in her small voice, and he had never been so completely and so desperately turned on by anything in his life.

Emmett had her for supper then. He pulled her slim, coltish legs up onto his shoulders, and she let out a surprised little gasp, rising up onto her elbows. He licked her clean, then sucked at her tender little nub, swollen up firm like the pit of a cherry. His natural instinct was to bury his fingers up inside all that sweet, slippery warmth, like he’d done to his wife a thousand times, but he held back, remembering that she was still brand new.

Ginny sighed like a baby bird. She couldn’t help it. The longer he sucked at her, the more it felt like she was chasing a butterfly just out of reach. It would hover close, then slip away, leaving her body hot with an aching frustration. It wasn’t until he began to draw a steady circle with his tongue that she dared to reach down and touch his damp, messy hair. She pulled at it softly, thinking of nothing else but the warm, deep rhythm of his hungry mouth buried up against her there.

It started with a tiny flutter of pleasure inside, then blossomed, bright and beautiful. Her first orgasm came on in swift waves, each one deep and stronger than the one before. She felt a warm shudder down where his mouth still worked against her, where his tongue still lapped greedily at all her hot, salty nectar, and Ginny let out a helpless little sigh, losing herself in the sudden rush of newfound heaven. It felt so good she almost couldn’t breathe.

Emmett had recognized the surrender in her soft sigh, had felt the tremble in her smooth legs against his lean shoulders. He had made her come for the first time, and it had taken all of five little minutes. He couldn’t help but be smitten with that notion.

“Oh, my goodness.” Ginny bit back a growing smile, covering her freckled face with both small hands.

“Oh, my goodness.” Emmett teased her in a whisper, his words playful and naughty, and he smiled back, planting a quick kiss on her smooth, flat belly.

“You like that?”

“Uh-huh. A lot.” Her breath went in and out in quick, quiet strides, and her dark hair lay damp and disheveled around her soft face.

“Didn’t I tell you I wasn’t gonna hurt you?”

He smoothed her hair back with both big hands, cupping her face, and Ginny nodded ‘yes’ like an over-eager child. Emmett looked at her cheeks. They were flushed up pink and pretty, and he knew it wasn’t right. She wasn’t ready yet.

He thought on Coralee, his own baby girl, and the shame she would feel if it ever came out, that her own daddy had made a midnight snack of her new little friend. And Lucy, if she ever came to know the truth? That he had messed with a girl so young and naive? Well, Emmett supposed she’d want to cut his stiff pecker clean off. It wouldn’t be out of jealousy, either. It would be out of disgust. The mama bear in her just wouldn’t stand for any of that business. It was a horrific thought.

Still, Emmett reached southward and loosened his thick leather belt.

“I don’t know, Mr. Cooper.” Ginny rose up again, watching his hands work the front of his worn trousers, hearing the faint sweep of his zipper part.

It struck Emmett then that she didn’t even know his first name, or if she did, she was too awkward to call him by it.

“It’s all right, pretty girl.”

“It ain’t!” For the first time that night, Ginny spoke without hesitation as Emmett’s dirty blue trousers slipped down his narrow hips. His erection spilled out in one swift, easy motion, and suddenly, the whole silky smooth length of his cock bobbed softly above her in the moonlight. It was beautiful and frightening all at the same time, and she marveled at him there. She couldn’t take her eyes away.

Emmett watched a gentle, love-struck gaze come over her pretty young face. It didn’t surprise him a bit. He had been no Don Juan before he’d met Lucy, but he’d had a fair share of lovers, and most had worn the same, almost comic expression when they’d seen his cock for the first time. It had always made him feel a little like a stallion, and Lucy had told him as much the first time they’d made love.

He remembered her as a young, careless girl, her eyes a bright azure blue in the darkness. The night had been blistering hot, and they had tucked themselves into an old motel off the highway. It had charged by the hour and asked no questions. Half the letters on its neon sign had guttered out months before, and the curtains had been ancient, wild and outdated. They’d drank cheap tequila out of plastic cups, and by the end of their tryst, the marred-up nightstand had been littered with lime rinds. Above the deep rumble of a mammoth semi that had lumbered past, Emmett had fallen in love with Lucy’s warm, lilting drawl. She had teased him coyly as her smooth, curved body laid naked and content across the faded floral bedspread. “You’re right proud of that big ol’ thing, ain’t you, Emmett Cooper?”

He had knelt above her, between her shapely legs, and she had prodded at his belly with the tips of her painted toes, tickling him until he’d grabbed her foot and kissed it gently. Lucy’s warm, teasing eyes had lingered on him there in appreciation, and she had giggled sweetly when he had answered with a wide, toothy smile. “Yes indeed, pretty lady. And now I’m gonna show you again just how proud I am.”

Emmett looked down into Ginny’s soft brown eyes then, and Lucy, with her now cold shoulder and distant gaze, seemed to drift off into the ether. He was swollen up heavy and hard as a redwood. He stood up long and thick and more eager than he had in ten years. He wanted inside of Ginny’s ripe little body. He wanted it in the worst way, but the daddy in him hesitated. ‘Don’t you dare, you old bastard. She’s still brand new, and that’s sacred territory.’

“My mama’ll go to her grave if you put a baby in me, Mr. Cooper.” Ginny looked up at him with wide, searching eyes. “I just…I don’t know ‘bout you goin’ inside. I ain’t never done that before.”

Emmett held his tongue and bit back a smile, grabbing onto his warm, throbbing cock. He kept it at bay, trying to make clear that he had no intention of impaling her.

“Just lay back. I ain’t goin’ inside. I promise.”

Ginny let out a long breath through pursed lips. Her freckled cheeks puffed out for a moment before she looked up at him with sweetly skeptical eyes.

“You promise?”

“I promise. I do. Now lay back.” He cupped her open face in his big palms again and nodded yes, reassuring her.

Ginny kept still, until finally, she obliged him.

Emmett slid in beside her again and traced a gentle thumb over her pretty red mouth. It was all swollen up from kissing, and he gave her full bottom lip a soft bite. He waited for her touch, and when he finally felt her warm, inquisitive fingers brush against his bare belly, it sent a shudder of pleasure through him. He rubbed his cock against her baby smooth thigh, savoring the skin-on-skin feel as he watched her eyes wander lower. She hesitated, then reached down where he was stiff and warm against her.

Her touch was gentle and curious. He felt her hot little palm slip all the way down his swollen shaft, and just like that, she pulled back again. It was a sweet kind of torture for him, but undeniably, the best foreplay he’d known in some time.

“Go on, now. Touch it all you want. It ain’t gonna bite.”

Ginny bit at her bottom lip, and slowly, when she was ready, her fingertips slipped down his hard belly again. Emmett watched her little palm start a soft, careful tug on his thick shaft. It was the stuff of dirty dreams, and like any red-blooded man, he couldn’t look away. His eyes were fixed on her warm, giving touch.

“Is that right?” Ginny didn’t have a clue. She did her best, until finally, she found his rhythm.

“You can handle me a little rougher if you want. You ain’t gonna hurt me. I promise you that.” Emmett leaned into her touch then.

“All right.”

Ginny bit back a quiet giggle, and Emmett sighed just hearing it. Her wide-eyed innocence was suddenly better than stiletto heels and black lingerie.

She stroked harder and faster, catching on quick, and soon, Emmett was getting a good old-fashioned hand job. For a minute or two, he felt like a young teenage buck again.

“I can’t believe I’m doin’ this.” She sounded giddy, her small voice full of wonder and mischief.

“Keep goin’. Don’t you dare stop now, pretty girl.”

Emmett kissed at her mouth, and the way she kissed back, all hot tongue and panting breath, made him want to slip inside her little body and fuck her sore. He had to reign in his desire before he hurt her in more ways than one.

“I want you to say somethin’ for me.” Emmett eased her hand away and grabbed hold of himself.

“What?” Ginny looked down at his swollen cock. He held it lightly in his big hand, tugging at it once or twice before he slipped his palm up and over its smooth, rounded tip. He lingered near the inside of her thigh as he stroked himself, and suddenly, as his bare knuckles brushed against her tender opening, she worried that he might break his promise.

“Say… ‘come on my belly.’ It’s all right, don’t be shy.” His mouth burned hot against hers, and his palm quickened, moving up and down his shaft at a firm, steady rhythm.

Ginny hesitated, but when his tongue nestled up against hers and began lapping softly, she grew more than eager. As he pulled back, she lay there with a dull, throbbing ache between her legs.

“Say it, pretty girl.”

Ginny knew what it meant, but she couldn’t picture it actually happpening. Her face went red with shame, and she felt feverish as she whispered to him in the darkness.

“Come on my belly.”

“Gimme them sweet lips.”

Emmett leaned in and kissed her deep, and Ginny let out a little hum of pleasure. When he finally pulled away, she almost couldn’t find her breath.

She lay there quiet on the big plaid couch, listening to the quick, whispery draw of Emmett’s breath as he worked his cock above her. She breathed in time with him, like they were two wild horses running side by side. He dropped his hips a bit, and that part of him nudged closer to the warm opening between her legs. Ginny felt the hot brush of his bare skin there, and a sudden longing filled her belly. She couldn’t help but wonder how he might feel inside, all of his stiff, silky heat. Her slim legs had a mind of their own then, and they grew lazy in welcome. The invitation was not lost on Emmett for a second. It was the most wicked temptation he had ever known.

“You ain’t ready for all that…are you?”

She lay flushed and open beneath him as his eyes wandered down to her soft, virgin warmth. He dared to nestle against her, rubbing the smooth head of his cock against her sweet little nub. Emmett sighed, and Ginny tensed right up, pressing her fingers into his belly then.

“Are you really gonna? I…I ain’t…” Her eyes looked frightened and excited all at the same time, and he pulled back, kissing her forehead as he fought himself.

“I ain’t takin’ the pill like some girls.” Her voice was almost a whisper.

She was torn, he could tell, both aroused and vulnerable.

“It’s all right, sweetheart. We don’t gotta do that. Just do what you done before.”

“Like before?” Ginny’s young face softened, and she slipped her warm fingers down his belly again, grazing the line of coarse copper hair she’d glimpsed earlier. She followed it down to the reddish tuft above his stiff cock.

“Yeah. You done good. Go on.”

Ginny did then. She grabbed hold and worked her restless little palm up and down his long shaft until he panted above her.

“That’s it, pretty girl.”

Her sweet, eager touch sent Emmett right to the edge, and as she rose up to kiss him, a soft, desperate look swam in his eyes. All at once, a quick rush of heat painted her belly like warm honey, and a quiet sound caught in his throat.

Ginny looked down as his swollen cock shuddered gently in the cradle of her small palm. Little spurts of hot, milky wetness fell onto her bare skin, glistening in the moonlight, and Emmett kissed her then, stroking his tongue against hers until the well ran dry.

He smiled down at her a moment later, feeling spent and satisfied. His heart went like a piston inside his chest, and he kissed her forehead gently. Her little palm still held fast to the sore head of his cock, and he eased it away with a tender hand.

“Did I do it right?” Ginny looked down at the warm, beautiful mess he had made on her soft belly. She dared to touch it with the tip of one finger, almost as if she might get burned.

“Yeah. You did, sweetheart.”

Emmett cupped a big, daddy-like hand around her cheek and bit back a quiet belly laugh. She was so young, and everything was so new to her, and in that moment, he had never felt more ashamed of himself. What in hell had he just done?

He shimmied his pants back up his narrow hips and buckled his old leather belt. Emmett leaned back against the big plaid couch and used his palm to wipe the sweat clean from his damp forehead. He needed a shower something fierce. The smell of sex seeped out of his pores, and he had to be sure every trace of it was gone before Lucy’s red Ford pulled down their narrow dirt drive.

He sat there, naked to the waist, his breath slowing, wondering what Ginny thought of him. He knew what he thought of himself in that moment. Dirty old man.

After a minute or two, she began to button up her little frock. She hadn’t thought to wipe his dried seed from her belly, and as his face went hot as he watched her.

Emmett looked down at the pink spots of dried calamine all over her small bare feet. He reached and touched one tender, throbbing welt, all swollen up with bitter poison. If not for her trek through the summer woods just hours before, Ginny would still have her innocence. He knew nothing would ever be the same for either of them again.

“You best soak these feet when you get home today.”

Emmett couldn’t bring himself to look at her big, searching eyes, so he just pinched at her little toes, feeling red-faced and awkward.

“I ain’t gonna say nothin’, Mr. Cooper. I promise.”

Ginny pulled her sore, ticklish feet away from him then, her eyes filled to the brim with a new kind of knowing, the flicker of her smile like a struck match in the dark.

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End Note: The next story is coming soon. Same characters, but spicier. The title is ‘Cherry Tart’. I hope you all enjoyed this one!

My goal is to complete one story every month. (Not just these characters ����). I’ll see how it goes though, sometimes my schedule is wacky and I can’t write as much.

P.S. Sometimes, Sam Rockwell is my naughty story muse. He’s been my favorite actor since forever.

P.S.S. My poetry is also on Tumblr @crowdsofclouds “Here On Earth” is the title of the blog.

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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 Quick Queen 🔞

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Genre: Fantasy, Adult Fantasy

Pairing: Choi Minho (SHINee) x Original Female POC Character

Warnings: Mature content, Oral Fem receiving, Sexual content 🔞

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Blood

Forced

Death

Violence

--------------------------------------------- Within the grand walls of a colossal stone castle, an evil Sorceress Queen revels in her recent triumph over a neighboring kingdom. The throne room is a haunting scene, adorned with the lifeless bodies of fallen soldiers and a chilling pool of blood. Amids of this macabre setting, the captured former captain Choi Minho finds himself bound in chains, forced to serve as the Queen's pleasure slave in a desperate bid for survival. As her sinister pleasure intensifies, a cacophony of enchantment and dread fills the air, echoing through the very soul of the castle.

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The Wedding Night 3/3

Ari took another drink of wine, to steady her nerves. And looked up as her husband re-entered the room.

He pulled her to her feet. “For our first time,” he said “I think we should keep things simple. But I would love it if you could remove your night clothes,” he added with a smile.

Her fingers trembled with the stays on her nightgown. It was ridiculous, there was no reason for her to be nervous. She had just seen into his very soul. She could bare her body for him.

“Let me,” he murmured, pulling out the stays. He lifted the shift over her head, leaving her completely naked before him. “Beautiful,” he breathed, stepping back to take her all in. He fell to his knees before her, burying his face between her legs, breathing in the scent of her arousal. “Please, please let me taste you.”

“Of course,” she said, running a hand through his hair. He stood and lifted her in his arms, placing her in the chair, where Lydia sat moments before.

“Thank you, my lady,” he said, kissing her thigh. “Thank you for becoming my wife,” another kiss. “Thank you for indulging my uniques tastes,” he ran his tongue down her centre and she arched her back.

“I watched you touch yourself,” he said against her skin, between kisses and licks. “Have you done that before?”

“Yes,” she moaned, without hesitation.

“What do you think of? Late at night, when you touch yourself?”

She gasped as his tongue entered her, she gripped the sides of the chair and started to move against his face. Her head fell back, her whole body was on fire.

“Nothing like this, I could never imagine anything like this,”

“No?” He slipped two fingers inside her and her body rose off the chair.

“Fuck!” She swore.

He laughed against her, swirling his tongue around her as he moved his fingers in and out.

The pressure inside her was rising, the pleasure radiating from her core was greater than anything she had ever felt.

“Let go, my lady, come for me,”

And she did. Waves of pleasure crashed over her and she gasped for breath. He licked her again and she clamped her thighs around his head. He laughed and sat back.

“It’s so sensitive,” she moaned, after a moment she sat up and looked at him. His cock was hard again.

“Do you… do you need pain to come?”

“No, I can enjoy boring sex in the dark too,” he winked.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean…” she turned away, blushing.

“No! You can always ask me,” he leant forward and grabbed her hands “You are my wife, my partner. You can ask me anything.”

“Thank you,” she closed the distance between them and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. “Did I taste as good as you hoped?” She asked, surprising herself.

He groaned against her lips “You are the best thing I have ever tasted. Better than sweet peaches stuffed with marzipan.”

“You’re a liar!” She laughed.

“Never!” He moved into a crouch and lifted her off the chair. “Now, Viscountess Lockhart, it is late, and it is time for us to consummate our marriage.”

He stood, wrapping her legs around his waist, and holding her buttocks.

“I thought the bed would be more suited for this,” he said in her ear, walking back out to his bedroom. He laid her down on the covers.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he said, running a hand down his cock, and positioning himself between her legs as she lay her head back on the pillows. He took a second to admire her, her soft, beautiful body on soft, dark sheets. Her cheeks were flushed and her dark eyes stared up at him, innocently wide and expectant.

He ran his cock up and down between her legs, teasing at her entrance. “Are you sure you want this now?” He asked. “If it’s too late, we can do this tomorrow.”

She propped herself up on her elbows. “I don’t happen to find you very funny, my lord.”

He laughed and before she could speak again, he pushed into her. Ari swore and rolled her head back.

“Not very lady like,” he said, nipping her lips.

He slowly pulled out and slide back in, as slow as he could he moved in and out. “You feel incredible, my lady, I could do this all night. You’re so tight and warm around me.” He moaned into her neck.

Ari couldn’t find the words to reply, she could barely breathe. His slow movements were exquisite torture. His mouth was on her neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses down to her chest, he took her nipple in his mouth. Flicking his tongue over it, softly sucking. And moving to the other. He blew lightly over them, and she moaned his name, holding onto his shoulders.

“I’m going to teach you,” he breathed, as his pace slowly increased, “I’m going to teach you how to find pleasure in my toy cupboard. I want to crawl behind you and kiss your feet. I want to see you fuck yourself with a glass dildo.”

His pace was fast now, Ari could see the strain on his face, he didn’t want to hurt her but he holding back. Her legs pulled him closer as he moved in her. He was going faster, his breathing heavy.

“Come for me, now,” she whispered in his ear.

And on command, he did. He gripped the headboard and moaned up to the heavens as he came, his other hand holding her tightly. The bed shook with the power of it, and they both remained silent as he regained his breath.

He gathered her into his arms, keeping himself inside her as he pulled her onto his lap, burying his face in her auburn curls.

“Thank you,” he said into her neck. “Thank you, my perfect, beautiful wife, for allowing me to find my pleasure with you tonight.”

Ari ran her hands through his hair, sat on his lap her head was just above his, and it gave her a feeling of power she found she rather liked. She tightened her hand on his hair and the smallest moan escaped his lips. “You are most welcome, my darling.”

[hypotheticalskinarios]

So there she sat...alone at the bar. Now she didn't come here alone mind you. She had come with some friends to see a fairly well known band who had come to town, but as soon as the band left the stage, her friends left the bar.

She had decided to stay obviously. She wasn't looking for anything more than a few more drinks on a Friday night, but then on the other hand, she also wasn't looking for anything the night that she'd met a married couple who had opened her eyes, as well as other things up to a whole new lifestyle by turning her into their own personal mythical creature for the better part of a calendar year.

So as she sat here people watching, she noticed a couple down at the bar who seemed about the same ages as her old friends. She wondered to herself who they might be behind closed doors, but then again, she wondered that about every couple that she encountered since her eyes had been opened to a new world...regardless of age.

She crossed momentary glances with the wife as she watched them, so she smiled awkwardly before turning her gaze to the rows of liquor bottles in front of her. She was considering her next drink when she heard a woman's voice in her ear.

"Hey honey...I'm Tiffany" she heard the anonymous wife from the end of the bar say "now there are at least ten men here just waiting to pounce on you...so would you like to join my husband and I?" "I would actually like that very much" she replied "and my name is Esvie...it's very nice to meet you."

So she joined Tiffany and her husband Cole in a recently vacated booth in the back corner of the bar. They drank...and chatted...and drank. Her new friends were apparently fans of the band who had come in from out of town. After awhile, she had to pee...so she excused herself to the restroom. Once she was finished, she opened the stall door to find Tiffany standing there...who pushed her back into it and closed the door behind them. "I didn't want to do this out there" she said "since I thought that you might have friends here" before kissing her directly on the lips. "I recognized the look in your eye immediately" she went on to say "and we're staying in the hotel across the street if you'd care to join us tonight. Oh...and by the way...I wasn't saving you from every guy out there, I was stealing you from them."

"Why thank you" she replied "and I would love to join you both if you'll have me." "Oh...we'll have you alright" Tiffany told her with a devilish grin.

They left the restroom now, and she stopped at the bar to close out her tab, but the bartender just handed her her card...informing her that her friend over in the booth had picked it up for her.

So they exited the bar and headed to the hotel just across the street. Once they were in the room, Tiffany told her "Now there's no pressure honey...we're just going to do what we'd do if you weren't here, and if you'd like to join us at any point, then we would be glad to have you."

She then sat down in a chair...and watched two near strangers strip down to unadulterated nudity. They began to kiss right there in front of her, but it was MORE than kissing. She wouldn't have exactly quantified it as making out either...as that term felt rather juvenile for the aggressiveness of what they were doing. He began to grow noticeably harder now, so she took him into her hand and led him over to the bed.

As she sat there in her chair, with the perfect view of a wife happily sucking her husband's cock, she began to touch herself through her jeans without even realizing it...and when she finally did, she stood up from her chair and stripped every bit as naked as they were.

She walked over to the bed now and watched this noticeably older woman orally satisfy her husband...taking notes in her own head about what he seemed to enjoy. Then she politely tapped Tiffany on the shoulder and asked if she could cut in.

She swiftly pulled away from him, and said "Of course you can honey." Then she moved over to the side of Cole...allowing their new friend to take her place between his legs. Esvie leaned in without giving it a second thought..and resumed sucking him before he could lose even a single measure of girth.

As she continued to deep throat this man's very formidable cock, she felt Tiffany rub her back slowly up and down from her neck to her waist... her hand moving gradually down further each time. She continued to suck him like she had seen his wife do...as she felt that very same wife's hand move over the contour of her ass which was well above her own shoulders. She pulled off of him slightly and began to lick the head of his cock in a circular motion...just as she felt two unmistakably female fingers enter her from behind.

"Actually" she heard in her peripheral "I have a better idea." Tiffany backed away from her now...and lay down next to her husband...before telling their new friend that this particular hotel had a "seafood option as well" as she so eloquently put it. Then she made her wishes abundantly clear by saying how the clam was especially delicious this time of year.

Without even missing a beat, she vacated the turf in favor of the surf...positioning herself between the Mrs' legs with her ass in the air once more...and she began to lick her hostess's pussy just as Cole set up camp on his knees behind her.

She lurched forward now as he entered her...getting an unexpected mouthful Tiffany's soft blonde pubic hair..and the first thing that struck her was how his penis felt like a time machine of sorts...dredging up long forgotten memories of the last couple who had shared her.

She gripped Tiffany's hips now...thumbs firm against her hip bones as Cole began to legitimately fuck her from behind. It was almost overwhelming, so instead of making a scene that could have very well gotten this nice couple kicked out into the street, she planted her face directly between his wife's legs once again.

She let her tongue do her screaming for her...licking this beautiful woman's equally beautiful pussy with reckless abandon as she weathered blow after blow to her own....courtesy of a man whom she'd known for probably less than ninety minutes at this point.

Even in this state of confused euphoria, she knew that she wanted to feel the entirety of this beautiful woman's body against her own, so as he pulled out of her, she crawled forward so that she was directly over her fast friend...eye to eye.

"Wow...I didn't realize just how beautiful your brown eyes are Esvie" Tiffany told her, to which she replied "thank you"...just before kissing her voraciously. Cole obviously knew what she was up to, so he moved up the bed and placed his hands on her hips. She originally thought that he might alternate penetrating them both given the position, but slid his cock into his wife only...which she found oddly sweet under the circumstances.

So here she was...the woman alone at the bar, on top of another woman...stomach to stomach...breast to breast...and lips to lips...seemingly protecting her from an incoming hurricane...as this same woman's husband fucked his wife as if they were in their very own marital bed back at home.

"Move up" Tiffany growled at her now...so she did...until there was a hotel room wall firm against her hands and another woman's tongue equally firm against her clitoris.

The wife reciprocated her earlier oral offerings now...savagley eating her pussy whilst being fucked by her husband in a rented bed. She could feel herself growing closer to orgasm now as she grinded her hips against the lower half of this lovely woman's face.

It was definitely happening and there was no way of stopping it, so she knew that she had to get the fuck outta Dodge before she drowned her new friend without even getting her contact info first.

Well she was right as rain, pun not intended, because as soon as she threw herself off of Tiffany and landed ass first on the bed, it took barely a single finger's graze of her clitoris to completely soak the comforter between her knees.

So as she lie there...cumming for what felt like an eternity, she looked over at two people who couldn't have been more oblivious to what was happening right next to them...and that kind of focus on one another turned her on just as much as anything that had happened up to this point.

They soon joined her...climaxing simultaneously, which she didn't think for a second was coincidental, as much as the product of years of willing practice and reps.

Now that the dust had settled, here they were...three naked people lying on the same hotel room bed. Cole soon got up to go take his "post jizz whiz" as he liked to call it...and then take a shower.

She rolled over onto the dry side of the bed and lay her head on Tiffany's chest. "So will we ever see you again?" Tiffany asked her. She just said "mmmhmmm" "Well how am I supposed to get ahold of you?" she continued.

She got up now and walked over to the table that held the tv...and more specifically, a purse that she couldn't have afforded without sacrificing dinner every other night. She reached into that purse now and pulled a phone out. She seemed to type something on it before putting it back and returning to the bed.

She crawled up the foot of it...until she was directly over Tiffany. She then lowered herself so that their nipples barely touched...and playfully shook her upper body back and forth...before leaning down to kiss her. She was struck by just how much more familiar this felt then it did back in that bar bathroom. And she smiled when it occurred to her that this DEFINITELY would have been considered making out.

"So Ms. Tiffany" she said...once they came up for air "I just put a number in your phone that rings directly to the Unicorn forest. But shhhh...you can't tell anyone, so just to be sure that this remains our little secret, I put it under "Esvie."

[our007princess]

One Night.

She lay there, bathed in the soft glow of the morning sun that seeped through the curtains. Her body tingled with the memory of their passionate encounter, each touch and whisper etched into her skin. The night had been a whirlwind of desire, a rendezvous between two strangers seeking solace in each other's arms. And oh, how he had made her tremble.

It had started like any other night out, a swirl of laughter and cocktails in a dimly lit bar. And then, amidst the throng of people, she had noticed him. Tall and confident, his piercing gaze met hers across the room, igniting a spark that was impossible to ignore. In that moment, the world faded away, leaving only the two of them, drawn together by an irresistible force.

Their bodies moved in harmony on the dance floor, each sway and twirl building the tension between them. The electricity crackled in the air, promising a night of unrestrained passion. And when they finally found themselves alone in a secluded corner, their lips collided, setting off a fire that consumed them both.

Their clothes fell to the floor like discarded promises as they explored each other's bodies with an urgency born of desire. Hands caressed and lips tasted every inch of exposed skin, igniting a symphony of moans and gasps that filled the room. She had never experienced anything like it before, the raw intensity of pleasure that seemed to have no end.

He knew exactly how to touch her, how to unravel her inhibitions and lead her to the edge of ecstasy. His fingers danced across her body, teasing and taunting, until her every nerve was alight with anticipation. And when he finally entered her, it was as if the world shattered into a million pieces, and she was left floating in a sea of bliss.

Hours passed, the night a blur of intertwining limbs and whispered words of passion. They surrendered to the moment, their bodies locked in a dance of pleasure and release. And as the dawn approached, she thought she had found something more than just a fleeting connection. But when she woke, he was gone, leaving behind only a note with a single word: "Goodbye."

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, but she couldn't shake the memory of him. His touch haunted her dreams, his scent lingered in her senses. She searched for him, desperate to find the man who had awakened her desires and left her wanting more. But he was nowhere to be found, as if he had vanished into thin air.

She wondered if it had all been a dream, a figment of her imagination. But the echoes of their pleasure resonated in her body, a constant reminder of the passion they had shared. And though she yearned for closure, a part of her held on to the hope that they would meet again, that their paths would cross once more.

But perhaps, she thought, some encounters are meant to be transient, a fleeting moment of passion and connection that exists only in the realm of memory. And so, she let go, allowing the memory of their night together to become a treasured secret, a story she would carry with her always.

For in the depths of her heart, she knew that even if she never found him again, the woman would forever be changed by the man who had ignited her desires and awakened her to a world of sensational orgasms. And as she moved forward, embracing new experiences and embracing her own sensuality, she carried with her the knowledge that within her lay a fire that could never be extinguished.

[ninjamonkeystudios]

A fun and sexy romp with a neat adventuring party. I hope it gets another volume! Pick one up at your local independent comic shop. It's on Bookshop org but temporarily out of stock. Give it a look!

Artist site: KendrawCanDraw

[staygoldjk]

Part 1 ~ Reunion

♡ You're Seokjin's cousin who moved to Thailand for a few years. You decide to go back to your hometown and visit him after almost 5 years. Once there you see your best friend Jungkook again. He's grown now, more handsome and you're starting to feel attracted to him. Jin doesn't want you guys to hook up, but Jungkook thinks otherwise. Best to keep this a secret. ♡

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