[cremoris-cupiditas]

Inspired by some of my mutuals sideblogs.

And someone told me my main was getting too NSFW.

A place for my stories, desires, and wants. A place to be comfortable in myself, and express myself a little more than just a h***y sideblog.

I'll try tag things appropriately.

+18.

[doyouwannawatch8]

Sunday worship

[br4t-br34k3r]

I find your dedication to my pleasure utterly intoxicating

[europeanmanclassic]

[scarletbottoms]

[vaftersexx]

[dadbod-daddy-deactivated2024121]

[superlaurina96]

Mmmmmmmmmmmm

[stonecreek1974-deactivated20140]

[moresnowflakesinmycoffee]

When he spits on it while eating it out 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[greedysadistdada]

Gold star stickers all over your tits for every load of cum I leave inside you

[bdsmteddy]

Pussys are prettier with cum dripping out of them

[franz-bauch-foto]

Sunset

[norafae]

Be a good boy and catch it

[lilith-whoregirl]

[w-a-o-u-h-deactivated20140112]

[cremoris-cupiditas]

The first time I saw her username light up my screen, I knew she was trouble, 4'11" of ginger-haired, tattooed emo fire from Liverpool, the kind of girl who could ruin you with a single glance.

What followed was sexting for months, trading fantasies like currency, but life had kept us apart. Until now.

I was only in Liverpool for fourteen hours, a fleeting stopover before Prague. No plans, no expectations just a hotel room and the gnawing itch of curiosity. We hadn’t spoken in weeks, so I never told her I was coming. But as the hours ticked by, the city quiet around me, the weight of my own loneliness pressed down. One drink turned into two, then three, and suddenly, the idea of her, small, fierce, waiting was all I could think about.

I sent her my location.

"Hey. You far from here? I’m in Liverpool. Early flight out, but… thought it’d be nice to say hi."

The texts came fast, electric. Twenty minutes later, she was on a train.

"Red or white wine?" I asked, already grinning. "I’ve got a bottle of red in my bag," she replied. "Do you think we’ll need more?" I laughed, typing back, "Any other surprises in that bag?" The pinky emoji she sent in return was answer enough.

I bought two more bottles. Let’s make a night of it I thought.

She was waiting at the station when I arrived, all sharp edges and smoldering eyes. We spoke as we walked back to my hotel, the air thick with anticipation. The door clicked shut behind us, and then wine.

The conversation moved fast, until we found each others lips. Lips. The slow, deliberate unraveling of clothes. My hands slid up her thighs, under her skirt, fingers tracing the lace of her tights before I yanked her onto my lap. I kissed her like I was starving, peeling off her top with agonizing slowness, savoring every inch of skin as it was revealed.

When she was bare from the waist up, I tossed her onto the bed, stripping off the rest of her clothes with my teeth and tongue, leaving her naked beneath me while I remained fully dressed. The bottle of wine glowed in the dim light, half-empty already, our inhibitions dissolving with every sip.

We knew each other’s kinks had explored them in messages, in fantasies. She was a switch, but tonight, I wanted to take control. And she let me.

My fetish wasn’t a secret, and when I saw her freshly painted white toes peeking out from the tights I’d just torn off, I couldn’t resist. I grabbed her ankles, pressing her feet to my mouth, kissing my way up her legs until I was between her thighs, tasting her. She was already wet, already trembling. I teased her with my tongue, my fingers, driving her wild until she arched off the bed, moaning, her body shuddering as she came against my mouth. I pulled back just long enough to smirk at her, drunk on the sound of her pleasure.

She sat up, breathless, and pulled me down for a kiss. Her hands already working at my belt. I let her undress me, my cock hard and aching as she freed it from my boxers.

"Now I want a taste of you," she whispered, and then she was on her knees, taking me into her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. I tangled my fingers in her hair, guiding her, but I pulled her back after a minute, smirking.

"Patience."

More wine. More kisses. The air between us was thick with lust, with the kind of hunger that only builds when you’ve spent months imagining this moment. Then she reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of strawberry lube.

"One more surprise," she said, squeezing it into her palm. Her hands were slick as she wrapped them around my cock, stroking me until I was dripping. She coated my thighs, my balls, even teased between my ass cheeks, her fingers lingering just long enough to make me groan.

I returned the favor, slicking up my own hands before pushing her thighs apart and sliding two fingers inside her. She gasped, her back arching, and then...her feet. God, her feet. She wrapped them around my shaft, stroking me with slow, deliberate pressure, the lube making everything glide like silk.

I couldn’t take it. I climbed on top of her, grinding against her until she adjusted, her legs wrapping around my waist as I slid inside her. Her feet, which had just been wrapped around my cock, now pressed against my shoulders, pulling me deeper. I gripped her neck, fucking her hard, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. I wanted to come so badly, to watch my cum drip out of her, but the wine had dulled the edge, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get there.

We changed positions, first it was doggy, her ass red from my handprints, her moans growing louder with every thrust. Then she put me in my back, she rode me, her tits bouncing, her nails digging into my chest, marking me. Still, I couldn’t come. Frustrated, we took a break. For wine, of course.

She disappeared into the bathroom.

"Don’t listen to me pee," she called out, laughing. I grinned. "Oh, how disappointing. I thought you were gonna ask me to pee on you."

The door swung open. She stared at me, puzzled. "Wait… what?" She replied.

"I mean, I know you've been wanting to try it." she burst out laughing. "I’m not saying I’m into it, but let me pee and think about it."

The door slowly opened, she was sitting against the sink, tying her hair up, while side eyeing me with a devilish smile.

I followed her into the shower, my handprints still invisible on her ass. The water was hot, steam rising around us as she dropped to her knees, taking me into her mouth again.

"Anywhere but my hair and my mouth," she mumbled around my cock, her eyes locked on mine. She sat back, adjusting herself, one arm fixed lifting her hair, the other pushing her tits together like a target.

"Ready?" I asked, "Let's do it" The sight of my piss splashing against her chest, dripping down her skin, was almost too much, both of us turning more feral by the second. I placed my left hand on her cheek, grabbing her face "disgusting, bet you enjoyed that", slapping her tenderly with my right hand.

I pulled her up, turning her around to face the glass, spreading her cheeks and sliding back inside her. The shower floor was slick, treacherous, and we abandoned it quickly, stumbling to the sink where I lifted her onto the sink, spreading her thighs, guiding myself into her again, both of us still dripping wet from the shower. The mirror reflecting every thrust, every gasp, until I finally came, pulsing inside her as I pushed her head back against the glass.

Slowly, I slid my cock out of her, we both watched as my cum started dripping down her thighs. She hopped down, cleaning me off with slow, deliberate strokes before we showered separately, finishing the last of the wine until we were both drunk and exhausted, collapsing into bed.

I woke up an hour before my alarm, the first light of dawn creeping through the curtains. My plan had been to leave quietly, let her sleep, but then I pulled back the blanket and there it was. Her ass, round and perfect, just begging to be touched. I couldn’t resist. I kissed her neck, my hands gripping her hips, grinding against her until she was wet all over again. She reached for the lube without a word, handing it to me.

"I want you to fuck my ass."

No hesitation. Just need. I slicked up my fingers, teasing her, stretching her, before sliding inside her with slow, deep thrusts. She played with her clit, her moans filling the room, her body trembling beside mine. Every thrust became more intentional, our moans echoing. Lustful, raw, we came within seconds of each other, her orgasm sending me over the edge, filling her.

I collapsed onto her back, both of us panting and slick with sweat. For a moment, neither of us moved, just breathing together in the dim hotel room. The wine bottles stood empty on the nightstand like silent witnesses to our night.

"Jesus," she finally whispered, her voice hoarse. "That was..."

"Yeah," I managed, still trying to catch my breath, still pulsing inside her.

The alarm on my phone blared suddenly, making us both jump. Reality crashed back in. I had a flight to catch. Prague was waiting.

She rolled over, her small frame curling against me. "Don't go yet."

"I have to," I said, but made no move to leave the bed. Her ginger hair spread across the white pillow like fire. Tattoos peeked from beneath the sheet – a small bird on her collarbone, something geometric on her wrist.

We'd spent months messaging, flirting, sharing fantasies across screens. And now here she was, real and unlike I'd never imagined.