Seeing you lay there sleeping, so beautiful. That light smile as you dream of who knows what. I lay there and just watch you breathing gently but my morning hardness reminds me of the wild passions we had the previous night. So I slip the sheets down to find you bare little bottom only partially covered by your green t-shirt. I reach over and slip my fingers between your legs as they naturally spread to my touch. Whispered moans as you start to come out of your deep sleep as I take my now dripping fingers away from your skin. Moving up behind you as I roll your shirt into a perfect grip, I guide my cock to your slick slit and ease in. Your smile changes as you open your mouth in a deeper moan and your eyes start to flutter open. Long, deep strokes into your core as you wake to my lustful thrusting. Your whole body shaking with each lunge till you spill around my shaft, yet I keep driving into you. You lay there wanting to feel the warmth spill into you and with several more slams of my hips against your soft bottom you feel me flood your silken walls with my seed. I bury myself as I empty inside you and lay down against your back kissing you. “Good morning baby.”

It was over, a four year relationship and as she sobbed on the phone with you. You knew her girlfriend was a mean little slut but love is blind and there was no point in adding to her pain. You told her to pack her things and crash with you till she found her own place. She refused to put that burden on you but after reminding her what it was like living with her mother, she reluctantly agreed. “Only a few weeks…”

When she arrived, her bag fell to the floor as she hugged you tight. You couldn’t help but press close and inhale her sweet scent. Best friends forever but you had loved her much more than just friendship. She knew that too, but you both never wanted to risk it. So you just dated others and when the relationships crashed, you crumbled into the other one. Tonight you had to be the strong one for her. You helped her to the couch, wrapped a blanket around her with a soft little kiss on the lips, then poured her a glass of wine. Excusing yourself for a few minutes, you carried the rest of her things from the car to your room.

You found yourself apologizing about not having a second room for her, she claimed the couch would be more than enough. You curled up with her, drinking wine and letting her rehash all the good and bad rolling around in her mind. You handed her tissue as she wept and eventually she fell into the quiet numb we all find when we know there in nothing to change what happened. She looked exhausted so you offered her to use your bed, she knew you had to work and already felt bad enough for dumping on you so she lay down on the couch and closed her eyes.

Over the next few days other than work, you spent ever second together. Dinner, watching old movies, listening to music, even finding some laughter as the next week approached. She continued to look for her own place and had you go with her for your opinions, nothing fit just right yet. Either too expensive or too much room.

Tonight you had a big dinner waiting when she got home and several bottles of wine were enjoyed. She was finally back to herself as you played cards and joked about your futures and dating again. As it got late you hated to go to bed but you had an early appointment at work so you kissed her goodnight and went to the shower. She lay back on the couch and put on her headphones she bought a few days ago. You wondered what she was listening too as she drifted off to sleep each night.

Fresh out of the shower, drying your hair before bed, and laying out your best little blouse and skirt for tomorrow. You decided to take some aspirin to counteract the wine headache you would surely have. You headed toward the kitchen to get some ice water with the pills in hand. As you tiptoed down the hall and through the living room you could see the top of her head, still wearing her headphones, and her phone held up looking at something. Music video? You smiled and decided to wish her good night again, maybe steal another kiss. As you stepped up behind her to tap her shoulder you saw it was not a music video. She was streaming lesbian porn, she must of bought the headphones to keep you from hearing it. You started to giggle until you saw her other hand moving between her legs.

You were instantly wet as you watched her masturbating slowly. She had her eyes shut and legs spread, little fingers teasing her wet folds and clit. Your own pussy ached and you found yourself slipping your own hand inside your lace to touch. She moaned so quietly as she lay there, you wanted to reach down and run your hands over her breasts but watching her was so heated. You just stood there masturbating with her as her hips started to lift and buck. You covered your mouth with your other hand knowing you could not be as quiet then pushed your fingers inside deeper. You moaned as your pussy flexed around your touch and seeing that she didn’t hear you with the headphones on you uncovered your mouth and played with your tender nipples under your shirt. You felt the deep burn and in moments your cream spilled down your thighs. You trembled through your orgasm and watched her burst against her own touch. You stepped back not wanting to ruin her moment by being caught, nor did you want her to see you got off to watching her. Quickly back to bed and under the sheets breathing heavy.

In the morning your alarm woke you and as you slipped out of bed you noticed two aspirin and a glass of ice water on your nightstand. You didn’t remember getting it as you took them and wrapped your robe around you. Out to the kitchen you wandered to find her making breakfast. “Almost ready…” she smiled at you. For a minute you wondered if she had seen you walk away from her last night? You sat at the table as she served the food. A bit of awkward silence until she looked at you. “I found your Tylenol on the floor by the couch when you hurried to bed last night.” a sly smirk on her face. “Oh I must of dropped them earlier.” as you try not to show signs of your embarrassment. “Must of…..or maybe when you came so hard?” You choked on your orange juice as she started to laugh. “Me! Do I need a new couch after that orgasm you had?” Now both of you laughing. “Thanks for breakfast I better get dressed!” As you headed for your room “Maybe tonight I can watch you too?” Red faced you turned back to you. “Only if you stop sleeping on the couch.” A warm smile and nod as she sipped her coffee. You knew she would not be searching for a new apartment any more.

Kick off the new year with me! A wild kinky party to get you hot and wet followed by a more intimate gathering at my place. We can share a few drinks after we slip out of our drenched clothing. I will pop my cork and share a burst of something tasty with you. Plan on spending the night as the roads will not be safe, curl up with someone special and share passion.

May you all have a playful, wild, naughty new year and hopefully you will let me into your mind and body again in 2018.

Kisses and spanks my sexy friends!

passive987:

Mmm 🔥✨

Well my sexy friends 2017 is coming to an end. I could easily loom over all the negative soul draining garbage that clouded over this year but that is not why we are here. We come here to step away from all of the negative, all of the sadness, all the depression, all the loneliness, all the anger and frustration of life.

So I want you to make a resolution with me.

Take a slow passionate kiss from me and pass it on to someone special to you starting on New Year’s Eve and every single day of 2018! We are going to make this new year full of passion, love, joy, excitement, playfulness, and kinky fun.

I never ask you to share my posts but this one I will. Share to everyone and help me spread the love and passion we all DESERVE to have every single day of 2018!

Sending you all my love and strength!

Happy New Year!

Michael

So lovely you looked in your black dress, a sweet scent of perfume carefully placed to draw me in closer. As I moved up behind you the way you tilted your head to offer me your neckline. Rough strong fingers brushing over your soft skin to hint at where my mouth would soon follow. A warm kiss, a light gasp as you feel the bottom of your dress move up over your hips. My strong guidance as my hand moves down your back and you bend naturally to grip the vanity. Watching our reflections as I nibble at your shoulder as you hear my buckle opening. A glide of my special touch ensures your body is ready and eager for me. A thick crown pressed into your tightness as I enter you slow and deep. Grasping to hold on as every powerful heated thrust buries to your core with my nibbled kisses along your neck. A large hand slipping under the material to cup and caress your hanging breasts as I drive my cock in deeper. Your wetness dripping down my shaft as you feel my hungers strong in every action. Your first release spilling down your inner thighs as more follow. Every movement of my body into yours shaking the whole room as you feel the familiar swelling you and I both crave. With a low deep growl against your tender skin, a warm thick cream spills into you. Pressed and held tight as I empty my passion into you, letting you feel the heartbeat still pulsing between your legs as we catch our breath. Then a slow removal as you whimper, your dress adjusted back into place, and a final kiss to your soft lips “Ready my love?” A smile “I am now.”

Her man did nothing but talk down to her, made her feel worthless, unwanted no matter how hard she tried to satisfy. She even went online to find new ways to sexually please him, but he continued to lack any sexual appetite for her. She longed to feel desired, to make a man aroused with just a simple tease. That is when she found a blog for tributes. A place she could anonymously submit a sexy picture and have men get off to her. She was so mentally beaten she struggled with sending one in but after watching the site for a few days decided it was time. Something simple, something to expose just enough of what she felt was her best asset. She quickly sent the pic in and logged off. For another week she feared to even look. Curiosity finally pulling her in. Scrolling through dozens of cum soaked images of other women being far more revealing, had she shown enough? Then her pictures was on the center of her screen, over seventy likes and dozens of comments. She covered her mouth and giggled at the pure lust that some of the comments claimed. Many with returned images of her pictured covered in cum. Three men sent little videos. She got so wet reading and watching that she masturbated herself. That night in bed she didn’t need to make unwanted advances, she rolled over and fell asleep. In the morning she started her day off as usual with only a comment from him about how quiet she had been. She just smiled and went about her chores until he left for work. Logging on later to post another picture and this time sat there and watched comments, pics, special requests for more pictures popping up on her image. She played with herself again, not feeling so sexual in years. A new addiction that would eventually give her the confidence to move out of this stagnate relationship and really let loose. Men truly desired her and she finally felt it deep inside.

Love to feel your soft cool skin on my hot body. Taking in your sweet scent as I suck lightly against your neckline. My large hands moving along your back, a playful squeeze and spank as you wrap your fingers around my thickness. You gently moaning as I slip my fingers inside you from behind, that slow rocking of your fist up and down my shaft. Heated breath as your tender nipples brush through my chest hair. The deep throbbing of my manhood ready to erupt for you as your soft petals flex around my special touch. Both of us ready, both of us wanting as we burst for each other in complete passion. Nothing feels better than you in my arms baby.

Selfies

I don’t know why but I find myself scrolling through the selfie posts more these days. Something about looking at the beauty, playfulness, and other deep emotions they portray. You are all beautiful in your own way and I enjoy seeing how people want to “display” themselves to the world. I find some actual spark my writing….yes you could be a reason for stories flowing from my twisted erotic mind just because of a smile or gaze.

Yes I know I have been so very busy but I will be writing heavily later this week and remember submissions and asks are welcomed and encouraged for my inspirations. No………I am not going to post my own selfie so don’t make that an ask….why? Because I am a scary troll in the darkest parts of your nightmares so I let my beauty, my sexy come out in my writing for you. Stay playful my naughty friends and keep letting me slip deep inside your mind and body…and take more selfies 😉 ❤

Finally found one, when I post here it’s usually what the mood strikes me at the moment. Want to feel desired, wanted. Looking forward to seeing your caption for this. Hope you have a great weekend.

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My writing is the same way, how I feel inside, my mood determining the stories direction hopefully always giving pleasure to my friends here.

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An exhausting weekend for us as I wake to the suns light moving across the bed. The beginning of winter here, a chill in the room but not against you as you are wrapped in my arms sleeping. That first morning kiss to the shoulder, the neck just enough to stir you. I see you smile without opening your eyes as I pull the sheet slowly off of you. My kiss moving along your back as you roll over wanting to see what I will do to wake you completely. Soft warm kisses down the small of your back until my teeth nip at your soft bottom. A muffled giggle as you still pretend you’re dreaming. My fingers moving down between your legs to confirm you are more than awake and aware of my attempts. Easing in slow with a light moan, legs part just slightly as I tease your wet flesh. You can feel the heat from my hardness against your thigh as I am obviously ready to be inside you. My mouth moves back up your body as you feel me spread you open and press inside. Slow, deep, passions swirling as I make love to you. Your soft warm body laying under me, accepting every rock of my hips with your pulsing flower. Your moans building with mine as we build toward climax together. My hands slipping under you to feel the rest of your perfect body responding to our motions until we burst into each other. Staying inside you as my kiss continues to cover every inch of you. “Good morning my love.”

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The feel of your satin skin in my rough hands. The was you press against my starched shirt and suit as I kiss you goodbye. The way you lightly moan as my fingers travel down the small of your back. You are perfection, you are mine!