I watch as the chilled wine splashes into a large wine glass, his hand then sliding the glass towards me across the smooth marble kitchen top.
I raise the glass to my lips and I down it in one. It’s not the way I imagine he expected me to drink it, but sipping means conversation and conversation isn’t what I came for.
I move around the large island in the centre of the kitchen, my hand trailing along the cool marble beneath my fingertips. When I reach him his eyes are fixed on me, his own wine glass halfway to his lips, my behaviour having stopped him in his tracks.
I slipped inside of her, like a hot knife through butter. I’d tied her up, fucked around with her, ignored her, treated her like an object and she’d got so wet I could see her juices dripping down towards her arse. When I finally let her come I realised I still wasn’t done with her.
I wanted to fuck her like the greedy little slut she was always so good at being. Her cunt always ready, her filthy little mouth eager to be fucked, and even when I’d had my way with her she’d nuzzle against me, into my neck, against my cock, my feet, essentially anywhere she could reach. Trying to entice a little more action out of me.
Today she had her orders, I’d counted her down to her orgasm, and now she had to count up. How many orgasms could she had while I was pounding her cunt with my cock!
It’s the first #SoSS of the year, that’s right, we’re still being shadowbanned and silenced because we’re just too damn sexy for the rule makers of social media. Which means we need to promote each other and make sure our posts are being seen. If you’ve never joined in before then maybe 2019 is the perfect time to change that. Some of share weekly, some monthly and some as and when we can. There is no right or wrong.
With the grumble over, let the sexy commence. Here are six blog posts that caught my eye this week and you should all read them immediately.
I know you were watching us as we kissed under the tree. I bet your breath caught in your throat as he grabbed my arse.
You dirty girl. I know how your mind works.
Didn’t you hear me, I said I wasn’t wat- …
I can imagine your thoughts, wondering if his cock was hard as he moved closer against me, as his tongue probed my mouth, deep and urgent, like his cock would be in my cunt once he got me home.
Why are you saying this?
Because you want me too. It was hard by the way. Solid as a fucking rock, as he fucked me while we discussed how your tits looked in that dress and how he would have come all over them if you’d have joined us.
I would never …
You would and you will. Like I said I saw you watching us, which means I saw you finger your own cunt in public. I watched as your hand slid under the table, as you bit your lip to stop from crying out when you came and I definitely watched when you licked your own juices from your fingers.
Oh … I … I can …
Explain? No let me explain, we’re going to fuck you, it’s going to be the filthiest, sexiest fuck of your life and then you are going to beg us for more and if you’re a good girl, we might oblige. Do I make myself clear?
Um … yes! Yes! I … I … I’ll be good.
Yes my little slut you will be and that starts now, I have a task I set you to see just how good you can be …
With a flower in her hair and stars in her eyes she was incandescent as she made her way through the world, nature at her heels and a flourish in her step she beguiled all who met her but only a select few would be lucky enough to lay with her.
Today she stood wiggling her toes in the warm grass as she waited for her latest beau. The sun was high and hot, and all around her animals rested under the shade of nearby trees and wandered lazily to the stream to drink and bathe in the cool water.
She herself had spent the morning with her back against the trunk of large leafy oak as butterflies fluttered around her, so many of them were there that they seemed to be emerging from her, as her hands raked through her hair the butterflies seemed to emanate from within those soft tendrils, fluttering into the surrounding air before returning to her and landing on and around her.
I sounded far more prudish than I had planned to but I had to admit to being slightly horrified by the scene before me.
‘Oh come on. You know how much I love Christmas.’
She did love Christmas, but this … this was just … obscene. She was lying on the bed with everything from baubles to tinsel scattered around her, a smooth bauble was still nestled in her palm and I am certain it’s shine would be slightly dulled in parts as her juices began to dry upon it. Fairy lights twinkled all around her and despite my reservations about her choice of erotic inspiration I did giggle, she looked like the naughtiest elf there had ever been.
‘My dick is so fucking hard, I just need to watch a ton of porn and jerk off until my balls stop aching.’
‘Let me watch.’
‘What? Are you joking? You want to watch me jerk off?’
I did, I really fucking did. I was as horny as he was hard, and if there hadn’t been an ocean between us I’d have let him destroy my cunt with his dick until neither of us could walk. Instead, I’d settle for watching him pump his fist up and down his shaft, praying I got the cum shot I was eager for.
Featured images by Posy Churchgate and used with permission.
‘Alice! Alice! Stop this infernal daydreaming and listen to me, and while you’re at it take off those ridiculous socks!’
Alice raised her gaze slowly and looked at her husband, with a look that could not be mistaken for anything other than disdain. Her loving, adventurous Robert was long gone. His corporate job and his commitment to it being greater than to her had turned him into a dull, unloving and even worse, an unlovable man.
‘You know what Robert? I won’t take my socks off, but I will take them away from you. I’m going to bed, don’t bother following. The spare room is all yours tonight.’