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I just write stupid things...

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Chokehold (PART 1)

Phoebe had always had a secret. A desire that she constantly buried and hid behind an innocent smile. Well, she had managed to do that until Leo came along.

Phoebe had fallen deeply for this man. He was on her mind day and night and any other time in between. She thought of how he could kiss her passionately and take care of her as it was in his nature to be this way. Leo was often described as a golden retriever, but somehow Phoebe that maybe, just maybe, he had a rougher side to him. A side that would hold her neck in a firm grasp until she passed out. A side that would throw her around and slap her during sex. A side that would call her the filthiest things while pulling her hair back.

Unfortunately, she was sure of two things. First of all, Leo probably didn't she even existed. Secondly, even if he knew her, he would surely not be into these things.

Phoebe entered the school hall, anticipating nothing but a normal semester ahead of her. Little did she know that it would be nothing but normal.

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Sexual Healing

This was a huge mistake. Seth and Iris both knew it. They were in love, that was for sure. They loved having sex, that was also a fact. They were unhealthy for each other, that was even more certain. When they had seen each other after seven whole months, it was only then that they realised how much their bodies had longed for each other's. For the feeling of those familiar fingertips. For their pink tongues to collide. They were dependentone one another, nearly addicted. Even at a crowded cafe, nothing could stop them from going into the staff room for a quick fuck.

Iris did not like fooling around and wasting time when it came to sex, on the other hand Seth found that most enjoyable. They were like complete polars meeting again after too long. When she grabbed the back of the neck and pulled him towards her, Seth knew she was not here to play or tease around. Iris' tongue flicked right below his ear, making his dick swell inside his boxers. Putting her front to his, she slowly pushed him back until his back hit a desk. Iris then wrapped a leg around his waist, making sure that her panty-covered cunt would be in direct contact with his buldge which was still tucked in his jeans. Her grinding was intense and filled with want. She knew he liked that. After all, that's what they had sometimes done in the empty high school hallways.

He grunted into her neck, gently tugging on her earlobe. Iris moaned in satisfaction. Seth still remembered she loved it. The friction of their clothes was now too much to handle. Iris roughly pulled away from him and got her knees. She wanted him in her mouth so bad. Without protesting, Seth let her unzip his jeans and pull them down to his ankles. while she was doing that, he remembered that anyone could barge in right now. Iris looked at him, instantly understanding his thought. She smirked, enjoying the idea of being caught.

Iris was in a mood to tease, but not to be teased. She slowly placed her tongue on his already fully erected dick. Seth knew he could come at that exect moment, yet he wanted to take things slowly. Actually, he just really wanted to come inside her clit later on. Her mouth was rutheless, bobbing up and down. Swaying her tongue in a zigzag motion. Her tongue piercing was making the whole experience tenfold better.

When Seth was so close to releasing he grabbed her chin roughly, signaling her to stop. When she stood up, he wasted no time to throw her on the table, with her legs wide open. He then took something out of his pocket. It was a tiny ziplock bag containing something shiny. Of course, Iris knew what it was. He had brought his own priercing. It was apadravya style. Her cunt grew wet just remembering the sensation that small metal rod added. It tore her up in a way she enjoyed oh-so-much.

When he had finished putting it on, he placed his cock at her opening, sliding up and down. Iris could already feel the cold of the piecring on her folds. The pressure was too high, and Iris couldn't bare it anymore. She screamed in a combination of pain and of the purest pleasure. Seth finally made one thrust into her warmth, causing both of them to moan and groan loudly. The thrusts started of slow, occasionally grinding in circular motions. This was their paradise. Their secret place of ectasy and healing.

With time and building rhapsodies, the course increased in pace. Iris' cunt was burning with desire to rupture, while Seth's dick was now uncontrollable. They were both so close. The desk creaked harder and louder as they went faster. Still going into her, Seth held her closely to him as he let go of his load inside Iris. Iris followed in long, passionate orgasm. Her cum came out thick and tasty, just as Seth liked it.

Still breathing heavily, the couple stayed in each other's embrace for a while. Seth's head burrowed in Iris' neck while she played and with his hair and passed her nails through it in a soothing manner. Without notice, the door of the room swung open and two male employees stared at the view, utterly spellbounded. Iris and Seth could not control themselves, as they threw their heads back in a laughing fit. This was most definitely the start of something new between them. The spark of a new beginning. Maybe it would last, maybe it wouldn't. But, who cared? As long as they lived together, in the moment.

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Misty Windows

The rain poured outside like a toddler drooling while playing. Dean and Milly had the same idea in mind, yet the young couple refused to voice it before the other. The tension was too thick, Milly finally caved before her husband did. Although it was quite unconventional for a woman to do so in the 80's, she longed for Dean to be inside her.

'Honey, the rain is making me feel a certain type of way.' Milly held a hungry gaze in her lovers direction. Despite knowing exactly what se meant, Dean was not going to make it too easy.

'What do you mean?' He asked, acting as dumb and innocent as could be.

Milly grew embarassed by the minute, yet a strange and unusual boldness overcame her along with the shame. As the rain drops played a consistent beat, she moved to him on the coach, straddling his large body between her legs.

'I mean this.' She bravely reached inside his trousers feeling the bump of his baggy underwear. Dean's breathing grew so heavy from her little hand that the window behind the couch grew even mistier than it already was. He told himself at that very moment that he would never get tired of his wife's touch. She was not only brilliant in everything she did, but she was excessively good in bed. Milly knew exactly what to do and when to do it. She also additionally truly enjoyed giving him head, which gave her an infinite amount of bonus points.

Dean knew what his wife was like when she was horny, but today she was sexually frustrated and aroused. That turned him on even more. Milly started rubbing herself against her husband, knowing very well what she was doing to him. A few years ago, when they had not yet said their vows, the demon of impatience had possessed them and dry humping had been their favourite couple activity. In the present moment, the friction of their clothes while she moved on top of him, gave both of them a sense of nostalgia, thinking back to the days of their limitations. Thanks to God, today, they were free to do whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted to.

The couple was now growing hotter with every movemnt. Dean placed his hands on Milly's waist and squeezed gently, signaling her that he wanted to do something to her. She let herself be carried off his lap and lay down, giving full control to Dean. Kneeling in between her legs, he reached for her panties in a motion to take them off. Milly lift her hips slightly in order to help him. She also knew that he loved it when she did that.

Dean grinned widely at the sight of his wife's clit. He could already picture his face digging into her warmth. He was excited to please her and she was tipsy with anticipation of what he could supply.

Dean bent dow, gently passing his nose subtly on her sensitive parts. His tongue came through next. Swiftly touching everplace, except where she wanted it most. To Dean, Teasing was part of the pleasing process. When, he finally gave her what she wanted, Milly could not stop her loud gasp of surprise. Her increased volume was one of Dean's favourite parts fo sex. Scratch that, knowing she was pleased to that level, was his sole source of arousal.

He went on licking, sucking, and lapping her pussy till he heard an 'Oh Lord!', followed by a warm, slightly salty liquid in his mouth. She was breathing heavy, increasing the mist on the window behind them. Now it was Milly's turn to show her lover what she was capable of. Wasting no time, she kneeled on the floor annd settled herself between his legs. In a rushed manner she, pulled down his trousers to his ankles and grabbed his manhood. Suprisingly, just that touch had nearly sent him over the edge. He was already rolling his eyes back in utter ectasy. She slowly placed her tongue at the tip, making sure to give exactly the same treatement he had given her. Teasing him and never fully putting him in her mouth.

It was too much now. Dean roughly pulled her long hair towards his dick and grunted as he pushed the back of her head down. He was now, down her throat to the maximum capacity. In fast motions, he fucked her mouth, until he finally stopped, growling loudly as he climaxing down Milly's esophagus. She adored everything about that moment, swalllowing his cum to the last drop.

Now the floreplay was over and the real game was about to begin.

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Her first time...

He took me by the hand and lead me to his room. His grip wasn't firm, yet it was strong enough to keep ahold of me. I followed him blindly into the dark chamber. A dark chamber that would soon enlighten me on the unknown- sex. I had not told Dustin of my existent virginity. Although I was immensely attracted to him, it had never occurred to me that the feelings were mutual. I had thought that he had always seen me as his best friend's annoying little sister. After all, I was 5 years younger than him. Nevertheless, there I was, on my way to new adventures. This was all so intimidating, yet it thrilled me deep inside. Dustin turned around and looked at me searching my thoughts. Was he sensing the tension that flowed through my bloodstream? He pulled me closer to him, not looking away for one second and held my face gently. "Are you ready, Nora?" he asked in a deep, ticklish whisper. Just as I nodded in approval, he turned into an untamed animal. He licked, kissed, and bit my neck. My clothes were torn off in a matter of seconds. In the past, I had already made out with a guy, but this, this was different. It was passionate, rough, and most of all, it was good. The way he stroked me brought a sensation of pleasure and satisfaction. I was in heaven. As the breathing was getting heavier, the gestures were getting more intimate. Dustin started kissing other parts of my body right until he reached his destination. I yelped in shock of how painful it was. He lifted his head to see if I didn't want it anymore. "Should I stop?" he asked.

"No. Don't." I answered nearly out of breath. He then proceeded into pleasuring me. The momentum was perfect. The touching was enticing. The masochism was present and the feeling tingled all of my body. I had never felt like this before. It was...

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When Someone Likes A Short Story I Wrote...

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Mine

I could feel the warmth of his breath as he held me close to him. His heart beat was as mine. His arm was so strong that I felt I could not move. Nevertheless I felt comfortable, I felt safe. The beam of sun that shone through the shades landed on his hand that held mine. It made his skin glow as though it were on fire. I tossed around to face him. He was still sinking into a deep sleep. Now I could feel his breath tickling my nose. It was heavy, yet calm. His hair resembled a beautiful mess. I did not want to break this enchantment. He smelt of sweat and something else I couldn't quite put my finger on- something beautifully masculine. I moved my hand to his face and traced every feature gently. I carresed his marvelously structured jaw and his temples. "It tickles," he said in a deep, 'I just woke up' voice. he opened his beutiful hazel eyes and stared at me straight in the eye. "Goodmorning Mrs. Stevens." It sounded so appealing when he said it.

"Goodmorning Mr. Stevens," I said happily as I curled his dark hair with my fingers. "How did you sleep, Sir?" I asked knowing we both hadn't slept much.

"Well, Madam, my slumber was scarce, thanks to you" he answered in a chuckle. His smile was a dazzling grimace. One I would never get tired of. One that I would be lucky enough to see every morning. He kissed my forehead softly and then stared at me. It seemed as though he were reading my soul. Our lips fit perfectly together as we locked them. We were kissing, but not as roughly as the previous night. It was slow, yet it held the same passion. I pulled away gently and said, "I'll go fix us some breakfast. How do You like your eggs?"

He groaned as I sat up tighing my hair into a bun. "I'm not hungry,"he said. "Don't go. We can eat later."

"No." I said stubbornly. "We must eat. And besides, we have things to do. We can't stay in bed all day."

"Oh really? Who said so?" He was testing me. Little did he know he had just married the most headstrong woman.

I smirked at him and answered decisively. "Okay, suit yourself. I guess I'll only be making food for one person." I put on his t-shirt and just as I was about to stand up, he grabbed my arm and pulled me back to the bed. I frowned at first, but I couldn't be mad forever. He was too charming, too persuasive. How could I resist that face. He raised his eyebrow- a sign of victory. He always made that face when he knew he was winning. He kissed me, taking in all of my being. Breathing my spirit in. Our breathing and kissing accelerated, and before we knew it, we were doing what couples do.

I was his and he was mine.

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The Dry Dream

It was that smile. The smile that enlightened the room. A gap between the two front teeth accentuating it. A dimple on both cheeks, although the right one was way deeper. A warm skin tone with freckles resembling a starry night. Beautiful dark eyes that pierced right through your soul and long, brown hair as smooth as silk making you unconsciously bite your lower lip. Was I just desperate? Was the devil tempting me? Surely God Himself must have put a lot of thought and care into creating this masterpiece. My eyes glistened in admiration of his beauty. I stared for a long time- nearly too long, not realizing he was approaching me. I was conscious that my desperation was ridiculous but I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. I felt a shudder run down my spine as he lay a hand on my face, caressing my skin. He then tipped my chin so that we were making direct eye contact. His presence was enchanting, his touch was entrancing. His eyes put a spell on me and right at that moment I could not move. I could not even breathe. He then opened his mouth and said in a unnaturally high-pitched tone,“Wake up sweetheart, you wouldn’t want to be late for your first day of school.”

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The Familiar Stranger

It was a boy I had never heard of, but a heart I already knew. He had the purest soul I had ever encountered. He only said words that tasted like honey. This honey was so sweet, yet you could never get tired of it. Like the psalmist my soul broke in longing for him. I was so broken that I realized I had to let go. I could not keep falling for someone of the kind. It felt like I was asleep in an enchanted forest full of flowers, tall oak trees, glittering sunshine, and magic. The slumber was too good to be true. Too good for me. I was undeserving. I could also not allow myself to rest in something I couldn’t trust- a stranger. Yet, a familiar one. One I had met in my dreams and visions. One who had once lifted me up from a tormenting dark place. One who’s wisdom and spirit were as refreshing as the cool waters of a spring on a hot, summer day. One who was and who will forever be engraved in my memory.