Did that even really happen? She thought. The damp sidewalk felt like ice under her feet. It’s only been a few hours, maybe less. It already feels like a drunken hallucination.
The problem was that it’s hard to tell what’s real when reality itself is so far from normal. The status quo of this situation was just hopelessly warped.
It had started with a look.
That’s a lie, she thought to herself. It started with whiskey.
The whiskey was probably why she noticed the look he’d given her… the look that transformed friendly, getting-to-know-you-as-a-person conversations with acquaintances into a mischievous game of what was basically just chicken. A dare.
It had escalated quickly. Before long she’d sat at his feet, and he let her. Of course, he probably didn’t really know or care about the sort of surrender that implied to her, in her own drunken mind. He didn’t play those games, as far as she could tell. However, he still would have known that she was sitting far too close to be appropriate. He would have been aware that her shoulder against his knee was far too familiar for a casual co-worker.
The others had stepped out to smoke… and that was when he finally called her bluff, reaching down gently and ghosting a feather-light finger over her breast. The sensation shot through her as sharp as if he’d slapped her. Holy shit, is this happening? She couldn’t believe it. Her senses were muddled from too many drinks, and she was supposed to be getting home soon… But god, the week had been so hard. And her feet hurt from standing and her face ached from smiling at rude customers. And backing down felt like running away. She’d never been good about denying herself what she wanted. And she really, really wanted to stay.
It was dimly lit, almost spooky at this time, since the place was normally bustling.
“It’s been a long time since there’s been a naked girl in this room.” he murmured, and watched her pull her shirt over her head. His words shot straight to the pit of her belly. She spared an idle moment to mourn her mismatched bra and panties, not to mention the fact that she knew her dexterity and skill were never at their best after so much drinking, but then he pulled her closer and she forgot why she was worried.
She couldn’t remember how he smelled. The whiskey had stolen that from her, and it bothered her. She loved to know a man by the way he smelled. But she did remember flashes: the smile on his face, the tattoo she’d never seen, the piercings he always covered, the dark look in his eyes. Her hands were everywhere on his body now. his groped hers freely. Clothes were unbuttoned, unfastened… the details of how it happened had been robbed from her mind by the liquor, and the clear snapshots of memories flashed through her mind as though seen through a strobe light… Eventually though, the frenzy slowed and she remembered with crystal clarity that the first warm feeling of skin on skin was magnificent.
“I cannot believe it’s you doing this,” he groaned.
Neither can I, she thought back at him, gazing up at him from her knees, mouth watering as she finally went to achieve her conquest. “I try to be very accommodating, at work. We aim to please.” She revelled in the filthiness of it.
“I really need to do this more often.” he’d replied with a groan.
Jesus Christ people eat at this table. WE both eat at this table. I don’t care. Fuck me now.
It was sloppy. it was hurried, and a little clumsy. And it was the most exhilarating night she’d had in ages. In the end, they were both late to go home… and she sent him away with red fingernail welts on his chest. Rushing to meet her friends, she hurriedly ate a slice of pizza, to quell the dizziness from the drink, and to mask the taste of him on her lips.
Nothing I’ve done in ages has felt this wrong, she thoughti. The taboo made her more excited. What if his wife found out?
She laughed, a bit hysterical at the state of affairs, reeling from adrenaline and lust and the rush of a new cock in her mouth, of tasting a man she’d never even dared to consider. What the fuck was wrong with her brain? What possessed her to take things this far? Was “normal” not fucked up enough? Everyone would be so hurt if they knew… She could never tell anyone, she realized.
Later she was racked with guilt even as she brought herself to orgasm thinking about it, her fingers working hard to replay the events of the night as the images flashed through her mind, along with fantasy scenarios she desperately craved as she told herself in the same breath they should never be.
It had been a hell of a week.
Watching tv/movies together
going to events together like carnivals, festivals etc.
going on dates like to the movies or shopping
Sharing secrets
hugs
sharing drinks
phone calls
talking
touching noses
cuddling
philosophical discussions
Hand holding
Sharing jokes
sharing smiles
laying your head on someone’s shoulder
linking arms
massages
tickling
playing with hair
scratching backs
tracing designs on arms
talking about the future
a hand written note
moving your head to their chest and listening to their heartbeat.
singing together or playing instruments together
dancing
feeding each other
drawing/writing on one another
Brushing your partners hair
sharing food
sitting knee to knee across from each other
Doing beauty treatments like facials or manicures, hair dying or face masks
reading books together
take care of your partner when sick
talking about the relationship (how I feel with you, How I feel w/ this relationship)
cooking together
Head-scratches
hugging
discussions about yourselves (like flaws, shortcomings, passions, stuff)
being physically/emotionally vulnerable
just sleeping together,
an actual open honest conversation
bathing and taking care of hygiene together
butterfly kisses
nuzzling
telling on-the-fly stories
meditating or sharing spirituality
grooming
sharing hobbies
studying
sharing personal stories
shaving
seeing each other without make-up or all dressed up
moral support for major events
crying, sharing emotions, comforting each other
listening to someones heartbeat or breathing
camping/hiking
sleepovers
being with animals together
going on trips together
sharing clothes/jewelry/personal items
Sharing online social media
cleaning someone else’s living space
going with them to a doctor/therapist
doing art together
kissing different body parts
making out
volunteer together
work together
talking about wants and desires
experience new things together
do an extracurricular together
play games together
play sports together
walking together
being respectful and kind to one another (helping them do things, open doors for them etc.)
Sharing responsibilities (chores, babysitting etc.)
giving each other presents, special things from the heart
talking about and respecting each others boundaries
public displays of affection
grooming in front of each other
wrestling or play fighting
texting/talking online
looking in each other’s eyes
complimenting each other
falling asleep over skype or chat
making faces at each other
sky watching
write poetry
inside jokes
respect each other
tell them how you feel about them
kiss and touch different parts of the body
get to know each other better (playing 20 questions)
go for a ride together
close your eyes and memorise each others faces with your fingers
walk arm in arm
make a playlist together
make up your own words or slang
go out to eat
list each other’s best features
bring your faces close without touching and feel each other breath
Go shopping together
throw a party or other event together
leave love notes
exercise together
exchange something meaningful
try to have a whole conversation with only eye contact and facial expressions
sit back to back and feel each other’s heart breat
learn their favorite food and make it
run errands together
look at photos together
take photos together
go people watch
have a staring contest
learn something new together
take turns leading each other on a nature walk blindfolded
get to know each others family and friends
draw or sculpt each other
paint each other’s bodies
play with kids together
practicing a skill together
sharing food
being in comfortable clothes together
waving goodbye
being comfortable with each other’s bodily functions
partner touching affectionately without asking
touching a partner affectionately without asking
partner touching affectionately in public
touching a partner affectionately in public
being partially undressed with parnter
being completely naked with a partner
direct eye contact
looking at genitals
talking about your or your partner’s body
any others you can think of?
Hey, long time no talk
I hope you're doing well and i just wanted to let you know
that I'm still here waiting for you and i miss you a lot.
Here is the story I read at Impact last night. @msdarker read from Laura Antoniou’s The Reunion, which is the fifth in The Marketplace Series.
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“Promise?” she whispered.
Her pink t-shirt was pulled up, as was her bra. Her thick black rimmed glasses were almost falling off and her bangs were in her eyes. Her breasts were big, pert, the imprint of the lace of her bra left pink and red patterns on the soft skin. Their eyes locked and she squeezed one breasts hard as her hips swayed. Her eyes were thickly rimmed around with black makeup and the corner of one eye was smeared.
She was straddling his legs as he laid back on the couch. She moved one hand down and grasped his cock again, biting her lip as she played with it. “I promise, but you’re the one on top,” he said quietly, aware of roommates who might or might not be asleep in nearby bedroom.
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Because sometimes, you just feel fabulous. (via)
I finally felt like I was getting it. As I walked through the party, I was starting to see that there were really two parties going on at once. Maybe even more.
On the surface, it was a sex party. Strangers and friends, flirting and drinking and giggling and groping. Spanked bottoms and tits out and fun.
Below the surface were those in the Order. Smiling and watching. They kissed and played as well, but always above all else, they observed. They collected faces and secrets and oversaw the parties as a one would oversee a vineyard. Pruning, watering, ready to harvest what fruits came to bear at just the right moment.
It all made me so much more excited about the card in my bag. They had seen something in me. They had given me a glimpse of what was behind that secret red door I’ve heard about.
When I saw Matilda and her mysterious partner beckon me across the room, I tried not to smile like an idiot. They said nothing but led me down the hall into a part of the studio I was told we weren’t supposed to enter.
Matilda’s partner, the well-dressed gentleman with the salt and pepper hair and the purple tie, produced a key and opened a door. I was led into the room.
“I’ll have your card,” Matilda said, suddenly serious.
I fumbled in my purse, pretending for a moment I needed to find it, though I knew exactly where it was.
I handed it to her, and she looked it over, while also looking me over.
“That’s fine,” she said simply, handing it back to me.
She moved closer, looking carefully at me, in my eyes, at my lips, making me blush.
The other one, the man, came up next to her and with a steely look said directly, “it would be best to inspect her here.”
Matilda nodded.
I was in a pretty black babydoll dress with a white peter pan collar. I wasn’t expecting to play at the party, just people watch, still, I knew the rules. I knew if a member asked, I needed to let them inspect me. It was part of the initiation. It made me weak in the knees.
They both raised an eyebrow at my lack of immediate action. I stammered an apology and looked around, trying to figure out what I should do.
The little room they brought me into was an office. Not much more than some bookshelves and a desk. The nameless man took my arm and pushed me towards the desk.
“Do you submit to inspection, as per the conventions of petition?” he said roughly.
I nodded and then remembering, I turned to him and raised my head, showing him my neck.
“I submit to inspection,” I whispered.
I thought perhaps Matilda would do it. The thought made me excited. She was so beautiful and glamorous. Her partner was, perhaps, glamorous in his own way, but I didn’t know him. He was just a well-dressed stranger.
He spun me around and made quick work of the buttons of my dress. He didn’t take it off, but awkwardly pulled it down my shoulders and arms until my breasts were exposed. He undid my bra with the same speed and skill.
I was sort of bound by my dress, with my bra only undone and lifted up a bit, just enough to give him access.
He fondled me. I can’t think of another word. Just quick, objectifying groping. I saw Matilda smile as she leaned against the closed door and watched.
He made some slight grunt that sounded like he liked what he felt. His hands were all over, on my stomach, on my neck. He put his thumb on my chin and opened my mouth. He looked into it and then pushed two fingers in. I had to concentrate to stay still, to not choke as his thick fingers pressed my tongue, probing me for who knows what.
Then he was done with that and spun me around once more. He pushed me forward, and I steadied myself on the desk.
He pulled up my dress, pushing it over my ass, and then he once more groped me. More little sounds of appreciation. One little smack followed a squeezing of my inner thighs, one at a time.
I turned a little, seeing Matilda over my shoulder. She was watching intently, her eyes a little far away.
When he fingers moved between my legs, I squirmed a little, though I tried to fight the urge. He let out a somewhat annoyed sound and pushed me against the desk to hold me still.
A tug on my panties, then he pushed the crotch to the side. How had I gotten so wet?
Silence for a moment. My breathing sounding loud in the little room. Another positive grunt from the nameless man and then his fingers were spreading me open.
I whined then, a pathetic little whine. I don’t even know what I wanted, for him to stop, for him to fuck me? He pushed me down a bit, and I felt him shift. He was showing me to Matilda. Showing her how wet I was.
A little laugh from her and I nearly died.
Then his finger pushed into me, and before I could stop myself, I leaned down further and pushed back against his finger, aching for more.
He laughed then and took his finger out, stepping back, and whispering to Matilda.
“Fix yourself up and then go back to the party. We are through with you,” Matilda said with a frown on her red lips and a smile in her eyes.
The man laughed again and watched me awkwardly dress. As he watched, he casually licked his fingers.
Since I’ve had a bunch of books banned and even more stories I didn’t even try to publish, I’ve updated my Taboo Bundle to include the super fucked up shit. At least while it lasts and I don’t get shut down for selling the really pervy shit.
So, I’ve included the last two banned books: Trigger Warning (con-non-con) and Daddies and Babygirls along with four stories of blatantly fucked up incest (some of which are sweet once you move past the moral issues.)
It’s $12.99 via PayPal and will send you to a dropbox folder where you can download them all and red hower you like.
Probably for a limited time since I doubt it can last.
https://transactions.sendowl.com/products/78008241/C1B9A8DF/view
When the censors start coming, we go full-on fucked up.