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Man, I love your writing. Glad you have found at least a little time to do a little more of it

Aaw, thanks. Merely posting old stories I found in my notes, to be honest.

Good to see you back too.

It’s my turn tonight. My turn to be the recipient. The “victim” as you like to say. So, here I lie, tied to the bed. Naked. My generous breasts dramatically parted and practically lying in my armpits. My nipples hard with anticipation.

You are standing at the end of the bed. Looking hungry, you crawl up my body and kiss me with your soft lips. We moan at the connection. Pressed together, our skin warms.

Slowly, you move down my body. Licking, sucking, and tasting my neck. I used to hate it. But I love the way you do it.

You take your time with my breasts and nipples. You know it turns me on so much. I writhe beneath you as you nip, suck and lick my hardened nubs. I arch, eager to have them in your mouth. I think I could cum from this alone as my pussy heats.

Gently, you work your way across and down my belly. My skin reacts with goosebumps. My body ripples with pleasure. I love the way you touch me. You know exactly how to make me twitch and want.

You use your fingers to part my lips before licking my pussy from bottom to top.

“Fuck…” I utter.

I want to say, “just fucking eat me…” but with you there’s no need as my cunt is engulfed by your mouth. You know exactly what to do. Where I need your tongue. Your lips. Your teeth. My clit throbs as you suck and nip.

You survey the damage as you stand at the end of the bed once again. You make a show of squeezing the lube into your hand, then wrapping your fingers around the strap-on you so sexily wear. The leather curves around your hips perfectly and hugs your thighs. The dildo is a bit wider and not too long. We both prefer girth. My cunt pulses in anticipation. I desperately want you to fuck me while your breasts press against mine. With that hungry, animalistic look in your eye. Taking me like only you can.

#x164 #quietfervourwrites #original writing

It was the light in the window that caught her eye. The blind was open. The night flickered with the glow from a television somewhere in the room. It stood out in the complete darkness that surrounded it. At first she wondered what she was looking at. The figure. The movement. They were seated, and as the room brightened briefly with the dull light, she saw enough to know it was a man and he was naked. An intimate moment caught. She couldn’t look away.

His movements were purposeful. Rhythmic. He sat stroking himself in the soft light. Every now and then the room would illuminate and more details would become clear.

Her eyes widened, hungrily, trying to see more in the light that teasingly flickered. It brightened. She saw how he gripped himself. Another flicker. She saw the veins on his hand. Brighter, longer this time and she noticed the glistening lubricant as it caught the light. A soft white light filled the room. She saw the intent in his profile. The way his eyes were focused straight ahead. His jaw clenching as he stroked himself.

She blinked. She let her hand stray to her breast, sliding under her clothes without hesitation, to find her nipple hard. She squeezed, a quiet moan escaped her lips. Her pussy clenched. Her mouth slightly open as she licks and then bites her bottom lip. Her face flushes.

As she regains focus, she sees his eyes. Staring back at her. She gasps, moves from her window and presses herself against the wall. Still holding her breast, she can feel her heart pounding in her chest. Her breathing is short and sharp. From the pleasure. From being caught.

Slowly, her pulse calms and her slight tremor from the excitement eases. She purposefully slows her breathing. The desire to look again is overwhelming. The persistent pulse between her legs is telling.

Carefully, she edges back to the window and peers around the edge. The light is gone. The blind is closed. The moment lost. She closes her eyes. Partially in shame, partially in disappointment. She know thoughts of him will keep her warm for many nights to come.

#quietfervourwrites #original story #x151

I could write about flirting. Tentative. Teasing. Testing. Finding common ground. Connection. Stomach flipping words. Eye contact. Blushing. Smiling. Eye brows raised. The anticipation. The excitement. The feeling of discovery. The afterglow.

I could write about kissing. Gentle. Tentative. Open and explorative. Passionate. Tongues tasting. Sliding. Sucking. Lips locked. Teeth clashing. Heads tilting. Shared moans. The hitched breathing. The hands on faces. The need to be closer. The afterglow.

I could write about sex. Fucking. Hard cock. Wet pussy. Tasting. Lips and tongues. Thrusting. Moans. The short panting breaths. The deep satisfied sighs. The smiles. The afterglow.

I could write about blow jobs. Licking. Sucking. Sloppy lips. Eye contact. Deep throat, gagging slightly. Messy mouth. Moans. Groans. The coming up for breath. The fingers in hair. The thrusting. The afterglow.

I could write about eating pussy. Teasing. Flicking. Face burying. Tongue dipping and tasting. Clit sucking. Lips nipping. Lapping. Dripping. Messy mouth. Thighs clamping. Whimpers. Growls. The coming up for breath. The thrusting. The clenching. The uncontrollable shaking. The afterglow.

I could.

I could write about it all.

#quietfervourwrites #original story #x161

He started with her mouth. He tenderly kissed her lips. He gently probed her mouth with his tongue. He changed the way he kissed her; sometimes a soft caress, sometimes a firm and passionate pressing of desire. She moaned into his mouth.

He moved down to her neck; her collar bone, her décolletage. He kissed and sucked, leaving trails of warm kisses across her panting chest. Sometimes she barely felt his touch, other times he made sure he left a mark. His teeth grazed her skin, as she bit her lip and moaned.

He focused on her breasts; her nipples pert with desire. He pulled at them with his lips, nibbled them with his teeth as they tightened to hardened peaks. He changed the way he took them; sometimes engulfing them as much as he could in his hot mouth, sometimes barely licking them at all. She writhed beneath him as she moaned.

He took his time with her belly, roaming over every soft, delicious curve she offered. He tasted her sensitivity; sometimes with a playful bite, sometimes using his hands together with his mouth to take as much as he could. She flushed with pleasure as she moaned.

He followed her belly to her hips; that delicate, soft crease where torso meets thigh. He ran his tongue along her valleys, towards the sweet promise of desire between her legs. She moaned and whimpered as her hands found his head and her fingers tangled in his hair.

He paused before he buried himself in her sex. He took her in with his eyes before taking her with his mouth. And then he sucked her. Licked her. He tasted every crease, every fold, every intimate detail she had to offer. Her desire dripped as he drank. She moaned and slowly… slowly… she came undone.

#quietfervourwrites #original story #x158 #undone

Someone asked me the difference between roaming, exploring and manhandling. It made me pause and think.

To have your body roamed is to be adored, inch by inch. Appreciated. Seen. Felt for every silken warmth you offer. Fingers. Gliding smoothly and caressing. Lips. Brushing, gently kissing. Tongue. Controlled, tasting slowly. The touch is deliberate, with a sense of desire and awe.

To be explored is to be admired, inch by inch. Appreciated. Seen. Prowled for every squirming movement you offer. Fingers. Touching; feeling every crease, scar and unique feature. Lips. Open, tasting and teasing. Tongue. Lapping, licking, learning. The touch is wandering, with a sense of gentleness and discovery.

To be manhandled is a different beast. It is to be taken, inch by inch, with urgency; a ferocity that cannot be subdued. Appreciated. Seen. Grabbed for every strangled moan you offer. Fingers. Digging into flesh. Lips. Pressed, smashed and dragged. Tongue. Hungry, wet and messy. The touch is intense, with a sense of lust and desperation.

All have their purpose.

All have their place.

All are perfect.

#quietfervourwrites #original story #x156

You take my hand in yours like it’s the most natural thing in the world and lead me into your bedroom. You turn to face me, and start to remove your clothes. I keep my eyes on yours, wide and curious. My heart thumps in my chest. I wonder if you can hear it.

You step forward to close the gap between us and take my face in your hands, before gently kissing me. Your lips are soft and we touch for only a moment, but I can still feel your lips on mine as you move back again.

With trembling hands, I start to remove my clothes. I unbutton my shirt and slide it off as you smile and watch me. I slowly remove my jeans and leave them in a pile on the floor at our feet. I keep my eyes on yours, as I undo my bra and slide it off to reveal my hardened nipples. Your eyes move to my breasts and I blush.

My panties are the last to go. My desire is rising and I sway my hips, letting my hands caress my thighs as I push them down my legs. I step out of them as smoothly as I can and we stand naked in front of each other.

I finally let my eyes stray down your body. I look in wonder at your breasts; round and full, your pink nipples hard like mine. Your belly is smooth, curving gently down to your neatly trimmed pussy. I bite my lip as I look you in the eye, my cheeks flaming with apprehension and desire. You take my hand again and lead me to your bed, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

#quietfervourwrites #original story #x159 #trembling hands

The night had started as planned. Dinner and a late show. Their conversation had become stilted and awkward round dessert and was barely happening at all by the shows end. The Uber ride home was silent. Neither made a move to touch the other or make small talk. She wondered why she bothered to get dressed up for him when he seemed to barely notice or acknowledge. He wondered where he’d gone wrong during the evening. Dinner at her favourite restaurant. A show she said she’d wanted to see. She looked beautiful, but after all these years he couldn’t find the right words to tell her. Everything had become too familiar and predictable. Both of them wondered what the future held.

They arrived home in silence. Both prepared themselves for bed. It wasn’t until he was in their ensuite, that he heard her crying in their bedroom. He found her sitting on their bed, dressed in her barely-there nightie, sobbing.

He stood in front of her and put his hand under her chin, lifting her face to look at him. Her face a beautiful mess of half-removed makeup and tears. “I didn’t think the show was that bad..?” He smirked, trying to make light of the situation in his own uncomfortable way.

Something inside her snapped. Her face changed. She went from sad and lost to angry and frustrated. She stood. “How… how dare you!” She screamed and slapped him hard across the face.

His shock lasted only a second, before his body reacted in unexpected ways. He felt a surge of desire and passion for his wife. The anger in her eyes, that glistened with her tears. Her flushed skin, as she stood in her almost sheer nightdress. The way her breasts rose and fell as she panted in complete rage. Her mouth hanging slightly open, looked inviting. He had no idea what had happened but he’d never wanted her more. His cock swelled at the thought of having her. And he wanted her now.

He grabbed her face and pressed his lips to hers with a passionate violence he’d never dared to use on her before. Her arms automatically wrapped around him as she moaned into his mouth with a lust he’d not heard from her in years.

Their movements became frenzied. Desperate. Need spilled between them. Their sleepwear was discarded before he pushed her back onto the bed and pounced on her, grabbing her wrists and forcing her hands above her head. He roughly sucked her hardened nipples, as he pushed her knees apart with his. He pressed his throbbing cock to her wet cunt, as she moaned a writhed beneath him.

“Fuck me…” she moaned. “What did you say?” He snarled back, relentlessly sucking her breasts and neck. He wanted to hear her say it again. He wanted her. He wanted to hear that she want him too.

“Fuck me…” she repeated breathlessly. “Tell me again… tell me what you want…” he growled, lifting himself to look into her eyes. Her eyes widened, she’d never been able to talk like that with him… but tonight… tonight a door had been opened. “I want you to fuck me. Hard. Right fucking now,” She said firmly, not breaking his gaze. “I want you to fuck my wet cunt with your hard fucking cock until…” her words were cut off by his mouth and the thrust of his cock into her dripping cunt.

#quietfervourwrites #original story #x157 #how dare you

I like to stay up late. Enjoying the peace and quiet. But every night there comes a time, when I just long for bed. I long to warm my body and rest beside you.

I know I’ll curl up under the covers, my skin cool from staying up. I’ll push my bum out towards you, because I know, no matter what state of sleep you are in, you will find me.

You will find that soft crease you love so much where my thigh meets my hip and you will use it to pull me to you. I’ll go willingly, nestling myself into your lap. Your bed-warmed hand will run over my skin leaving a trail of goosebumps. You will murmur something about me being cold, but it doesn’t deter you.

You’ll sleepily mutter about my ass, squeezing and caressing like it’s the first time and the last; growling a curse as you lightly smack it. I’ll wiggle against you; encouraging and enjoying the quiet sounds of appreciation.

Your hand will slide its way under my nightie to my breasts. You’ll knead them, cursing again, sleepily grunting and thrusting against me. Finding my nipples hard (as always), you’ll gently pinch. More cursing. More sleepy muttering, about my tits this time.

My skin will slowly warm and I’ll smile. Feeling your hardness against my ass. Your body curled around mine. Some nights your sleepy attention will turn into lustful, late night sex. Unplanned but familiar.

Other nights we are both satisfied with our gentle intimacy. Falling into a comfortable sleep, knowing this connection is worth just as much as the carnal one.

#quietfervourwrites #original story #x155

They agreed they’d treat it as a date. Just a first date. Like they’d met through a “normal” dating app… Tinder… Bumble or Hinge. They both had a hotel room within walking distance of the restaurant. Separate hotels. An escape plan - for both of them. Neither knew exactly where the other was staying. They’d made every effort to keep their first meeting light. Stress-free. Pressure free.

The dinner itself was lovely. The food delicious. They chatted about life. Work. Hobbies. They left anything too heavy unsaid. No talk of the months they’d spent exchanging messages or pictures. No mention of the desires they’d shared. It went exactly like a normal date would. They laughed. She blushed. He smiled and held her gaze. Their flirting was typical of any first meeting. Tentative. Sweet. With only the occasional gentle innuendo and incidental touches of hands. It was clear they were both comfortable and they held each other’s attention with ease.

He insisted on paying the bill. She thanked him with a smile and a touch to his shoulder. Their gaze held just a little longer.

It was such a beautiful night, they walked together along the street. They did not touch, but they were close. Like old friends. It was like he was walking her home. Making sure she was safe. Just like any first date.

When they arrived outside her hotel, she led him in without hesitation. He followed, not second guessing her mind at all. It felt like a natural progression for both of them. Neither felt obliged to discuss or complicate the situation. They went with the flow. It was easy. Anyone who passed them on the way to her room would have thought them a couple. Typical. Established.

She opened her hotel room door, and ushered him in first. He did not hesitate and walked in with familiarity and ease. He turned to watch her enter. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it.

Alone, finally, the unspoken and unacknowledged tension felt between them sparked. He stood perfectly still as she walked towards him, slowly untying her wrap dress, which fell to the floor in a puddle behind her. His face could no longer hide his desire, when he saw she was wearing the lingerie he’d helped her pick out weeks earlier. It was only then they both realised this was never going to be a normal first date.

#quietfervourwrites #original story #x143

He moved to stand behind her. Once again he admired her glistening cunt. He paused slightly before touching her. He wanted her to feel how close he was. The heat radiating from his skin. He heard her breathing deepen with anticipation and desire. Finally, he laid his hands on her luscious, round ass and squeezed, pulling her cheeks apart slightly. Her skin was warm and supple. She moaned, her arousal already high. He slid his hands down her backside, then her thighs and crouched so he could feel right down to her ankles. His touch was smooth and firm. Possessive. He loved the way she felt beneath his hands. Crouching, he was now eye level with her sex. Licking his lips, he growled, “I’m going to enjoy making you cum tonight.” She whimpered in response. He wanted her. He wanted all of her. All at once. But he would start with her cunt. He dragged his hands back up her legs and straight to her hips, he then slid back down her ass, his thumbs between her cheeks, teasingly brushing her soft lips. She squirmed. Up and down her ass he ran his hands, allowing his thumbs slightly closer every time. Her moaning grew more persistent. More desperate. “You want my fingers inside you, don’t you?” he asked gently, smirking while continuing his assault. “Yes… yes… please…” she uttered, her voice heavy with want. Using one hand he parted her cheeks, then with the other he found her wet clit. She shuddered as he made contact. It was hard. Sensitive. His fingers slid easily across the hood. He started gently. She arched her back as best she could against the table, raising her ass towards him. He groaned. It would be so easy to slide his hard cock into her right now. Let her tightness surround him. He increased his pace. Rubbing her, smearing her wetness across her folds. Up to her tight hole. He dipped two fingers into her. Just to tease. Just to taunt. “Oh… yes…” she pleaded. With his fingers covered in her arousal, he worked her clit. Circling, rubbing, caressing as she writhed and moaned beneath him. Finally, he pushed two fingers fully inside her. She made a guttural sound. His thumb stayed rubbing her clit, his fingers started to fuck her mercilessly. Using the fingers on his other hand, he teased her ass, her wetness smeared over it. He added another finger, filling her. Her legs started to tremble against the table. Her moans became strangled. “Cum for me…” he demanded as he thrust his hand, “Cum for me now…” He felt her cunt clench around him, her wetness coating his hand and dripping from edge of the table to the floor. “Fuck…” was all she could say as her orgasm rolled through her, making her body spasm involuntarily. He kept thrusting, as she pulsed and writhed beneath him. She was panting as he removed his hand. She gasped when he grabbed her hips and thrust his hard cock into her. “Now cum on my cock,” he snarled through gritted teeth and he began to fuck her once again.

#quietfervourwrites #original story #x127 #the table part 3

Standing in the shower, I just can’t resist. I soap up my hands. Nice and slippery. Bubbles form across my skin as I run my hands down my chest. I feel my breasts; warm, soft and smooth. My nipples harden instantly as my slick hands make contact. There… that’s what I wanted. To feel tingling pleasure shoot through me. I use my thumbs to stimulate. Brushing, caressing, my nipples are tight and aroused. Up and down I start to work my hands, using the ridges between my fingers to bump my hardened nubs. Faster… faster… my fingers fanned out, flicking, sending jolts through me. My head drops back and a small moan escapes my lips. Pushing my ass out, the water flows down my back as I arch in desire. My clit throbs and despite the water, I feel my own wetness within my folds; beckoning me to touch… to bring my need closer to the surface. But for now, my focus is on my breasts… the tease. It will go no further than this, for today anyway. I leave the shower wanting.

#quietfervourwrites #original story #x136

We lie curled together in the early morning light. Your body curves around mine perfectly. Skin to skin. I wear panties... the only thing separating us from being completely entwined.

You stir, pushing your hips gently against me. I feel your cock stiffen against my ass. I wiggle a little. Teasing. Tempting. You hum with approval.

I’m feeling playful. I turn to face you and you try to wrap your arms around me, but I roll you onto your back, tutting and pinning you down gently. I crawl my way up your body, moving your arms so I can hold them down with my legs and straddle your face.

You lift your head, desperately trying to mouth my panties, my mound hovering tantalisingly close to you. I dip my hips down a fraction, letting you slide your tongue over my covered slit. But I don’t stay. I lift my hips back up and you look at me helplessly. I smile, then lower myself back down to you. You lift your head up as far as you can, mouthing me through my panties and tonguing the wetness already seeping through. I feel the vibrations of your hums of pleasure, tingly on my sensitive skin.

My hands are on my breasts, brushing and rolling my hard nipples. You manage to curl your arms around from under my legs, grab my ass and hold me against you. I start to grind against your mouth. You groan as you taste my wetness through the fabric.

Quickly but carefully, I raise up and remove my panties, still pinning you down, holding you at my mercy. I lower my exposed sex back down onto your hungry mouth. Your eyes are filled with anticipation and alive with hunger.

I hold the headboard; grinding against your mouth, sliding my cunt across your eager tongue. I drop one hand to your chest, as again you curl your arms around me, just enough to dig your fingers into the curves of my ass. I roll my hips, revelling in the feeling of your hot mouth and rough beard against my wetness.

As I rock, I start to feel the sweet pressure of my orgasm building. Your tongue darts across my hard clit, flicking and sending jolts of pleasure through me. I reach back to tease your hard cock with my fingernails, making you groan into me. I build my rhythm, with my hips and my hand on your shaft. You can sense I’m close, and let me use your mouth and tongue for my pleasure. My legs begin to shake, I let my head fall back… then I’m cumming, washing over you… your beard is quickly soaked. With your mouth open you greedily take my orgasm as it flows through me.

My pace slows as my climax abates... we are both panting... your hard cock still in my hand. I unpin you and slowly move back down your body... I straddle your throbbing cock, hovering my sodden pussy just above it, before sliding down to take you completely as I start to ride you for orgasm number two...

#quietfervourwrites #original story

What do you think of when you touch your hard cock? As you slide your fingers up and down your shaft. As you roll your balls and feel them tense. What do you think of as your grip tightens? As you leak pleasure from your swollen head. As your veins start to throb beneath your sensitive skin. What do you think of as the pressure starts to build? As your skin burns with desire and need. As your stroking becomes more urgent, more frantic. What do you think of when the pressure becomes too much? As you allow yourself release. As you cum with hot splashes of molten want. What do you think of when you touch your hard cock?

#quietfervourwrites #original story #x134

A minute or two

It’s funny here.

I get to think

I’m special

For a minute.

Or two.

#quietfervourwrites #original poem #minute or two

She had already been teasing herself for a while before she started recording for him. She lay back, her toy humming against her clit and pressed record.

The thought of him listening made her breathing catch and become short sharp pants. Her free hand strayed to her breast, rolling her hardened nipple between her fingers. The mingling of pleasure and pain made her moan softly.

She thrust her hips, imagining it was his fingers; his hand rubbing her wet centre, stimulating her hard nub, making her writhe. The thought of him touching himself as he listened made her moan again. She didn’t hold back. She wanted him to hear her pleasure.

“Fuck…” she uttered as images of him stroking himself filled her mind. She let her pleasure roll off her tongue in the form of moans and whimpers. She could feel the sweet pressure building, and her sounds started to strangulate as her breathing became ragged and hard to control. Whimpers fell from her open mouth as she worked herself.

With her vibrator pressed hard against her arousal, she forced herself to withstand the sensations, even though it was becoming hard to bear. The sounds of her wetness… thoughts of him… she was so close.

“I’m going to cum…” she managed to utter, just before her cunt spasmed and clenched, wetness dripping as her orgasm spread from her centre through her body. Her legs stiffened and clamped together, but she held her vibrator firm, forcing out her climax to its end.

“Fuck…” she murmured as she shook, her cheeks flushed, as her orgasm slowly abated. Still breathing hard, she looked at her phone, smiled and hummed to herself with satisfaction and the knowledge he would hear it too. She ended the recording.

#quietfervourwrites #original story #x131

He put his headphones on, took a deep breath and sat back. He stared at his phone. All he had to do was press play and she’d be in his head. He pulled up a picture of her and pressed play.

His cock stiffened as he heard her breathing. Short, sharp pants. He let his hand start to stroke. Then he heard her moan. Fuck. It was soft, but audible. He could hear the faint hum of her toy in the background and every now and then some shuffling… he presumed she was writhing… thrusting… squirming, as she pleasured herself.

He tightened his grip as her moans became more persistent, more desperate. Her voice was deep within his head. “Fuck…” she uttered. He echoed her, before spitting in his palm and continuing his rhythm. As her sounds became strained, his balls tightened. As her breathing became ragged, his cock started to leak. As she whimpered and moaned, his stroking increased.

He imagined her. Lying naked. Eyes closed. Mouth open. Toy in hand, frantically working her wet cunt. Fuck… he looked at her picture. Her eyes. The way her hair fell just so across her face. Her skin looked so soft and he longed to touch… her face… her neck… her breasts.

“I’m going to cum…” her words soft and strained in his head. Yes, he thought, cum for me… cum with me. Her strangled, stuttering moans told him of her climax and he swelled and came in hot spurts with her. His cum releasing in heavy white splashes, landing on his hand and his stomach as he thrust his hips.

“Fuck…” they said almost in unison. He listened to her panting as she came down from her high. His chest rose and fell quickly, mimicking her sounds. The hum of her toy stopped. She hummed in satisfaction in his ear. He smiled looking into her eyes on his phone, as the recording ended.

#quietfervourwrites #original story #x129

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