September 2011
40 posts
6 tags
A Huge Slut
“I kinda want to fuck your roommate.”
“Everyone wants to fuck my roommate and most of them have. She’s a huge slut.”
“Woah, what’s with the slut shaming?”
“I’m re-claiming it. For her.”
“I see, so, she’s a slut in a good way. A huge slut in the nicest way possible?”
“What can I call her then? If you...
5 tags
7 tags
8 tags
4 tags
Wiggling, Straining, and Struggling
It was a party we shouldn’t have been at considering that we worked together. Nevertheless we sat and talked as we shared a drink, and despite the small amount of debauchery going on around us, it was quiet. I sucked in my stomach, passed her the drink and thought loudly to myself: we can totally do this.
It wasn’t until they fell down next to us in the corner that I began to...
4 tags
5 tags
6 tags
6 tags
A Mess
She was a mess.
I sat down next to her and ordered another martini. This was going to be easy. I could tell from halfway down the bar she was as lonely as they get, and I was pretty damn sure I could fix that problem.
“Can I bluy you a drink?” I asked.
She looked me up and down and I thought she might just kiss me. They’re always just kissing me. Instead she turned towards me and put a...
6 tags
8 tags
7 tags
7 tags
You Came Back
There was a time when I might have said no.
She crawled into my bed long after I thought she had left, and I pulled my hand off my cock and stopped thinking about her lips around me. She draped her body over me; her knee rested against my erection as she kissed me on the cheek.
“You came back,” was all I could say.
“He wasn’t there. He didn’t answer his phone and he hasn’t...
8 tags
10 tags
7 tags
6 tags
Autumn is Coming on Friday
Autumn is coming on Friday.
She’s been gone for a year, but when I close my eyes I can still smell her on my fingers.
The glass she always uses still tastes like her wine, and there’s a mark on my windowsill from her brown leather boot.
“I might stay this time,” she said in a text message. I laughed, but I couldn’t resist the surge of hope in my chest when I contemplated the thought. I...
9 tags
5 tags
6 tags
6 tags
Seven Reasons
There are seven reasons I want her.
One: She writes without any pause or concern. She’s totally honest, incredibly insightful, and she makes me laugh out loud. I want her because of her words.
Two: Her ass is like an onion. It makes me cry.
Three: She wears perfect socks. They come up to her knee or just below and they crunch up just the right way. They hint at schoolgirl without...
6 tags
8 tags
6 tags
8 tags
8 tags
Read Me Something
“Read me something,” she said as she nuzzled against my cheek.
I rolled over and picked up my Kindle from the bedside table. I had downloaded a shitload of smut recently and hadn’t read any of it yet. I put my arm around her shoulder and she looked on as I scrolled through the collection of dirty works.
“That one,” she said.
I barely noticed the title when I clicked on it, but...
6 tags
5 tags
5 tags
9 tags
Happy Birthday
It took us hours to decide if we were pleasuring her or using her.
She went back and forth as much as we did, but since it was her birthday it was completely up to her. Did she want to be tied up so we could tease orgasms out of her like we were combing her hair? Did she want us to give in to every base instinct we had and just throw her down and use her for our own gratification?
“I...
6 tags
7 tags
6 tags
A Green Sweater
She wore a sweater.
I know, it shouldn’t mean anything. I’ve been staring at legs and cleavage all summer. I’ve been drowning in rompers, sundresses, and the tinniest shorts I’ve seen in years. But there it was: green, v-neck, and invitingly soft.
“Were you just looking at my chest?” she asked. I couldn’t discern any meaning behind the question. Was...
5 tags
WatchA short video by The Dirty Gentleman…
5 tags
6 tags
9 tags
Tenaciously
“You don’t always have to fuck me hard,” she said one morning.
“Did you just quote Jack Black?” I asked.
She answered with a kiss as she rolled over on top of me. She pulled on my bottom lip with her teeth. She tugged on my tongue, and she nipped my nose. She wrapped her fingers around my throat, feeling the muscles in my neck tighten at her touch, and for a moment I wasn’t sure if she would...
5 tags
7 tags
5 tags
