So I sometimes browse around 4chan to get ideas for my writing as well as chatting with fans in the Cheesecake/IR Edit threads. Today, while browsing the WEG game thread, I found out there was a bit of a controversy brewing with the game Milfy City, and fans not liking the sex dialogue for one of the characters. I didn’t really look into it, so I don’t know much, but it made me think about the responsibilities of a writing staff.

I did some paid writing work for an erotic game during the summer. Nothing much, just the dialogue for one of the sex scenes. It was a rewarding but hard experience in writing because the characters/verse isn’t mine. Writing my own characters is easy because I know how they’ll act since I made them. Trying to follow someone else’s writing is more difficult since I want to be an authentic writer, and keep the dialogue/mannerisms in-verse.

Right now I’m working on a commission, and aside from just names/appearances/setting, I’ve basically got free reign to craft the story. But one thing a writer always needs to be cognoscente about is their genre and the audience that comes with it. If I write an incest story, especially an incest harem story, the audience wants the MC to get all the glory. This is even more important in a game where the player is an active participant and the MC is their avatar. Word choice matters, tone matters, time and place, and so on, all combining to create the intended feeling.

One of the best things I’ve learned while writing has been picking up on how other people fail, and why their writing did not pop or got completely lambasted. The old expression of learning from mistakes fails to mention that sometimes the mistake does not have to be yours but someone else’s.

https://www.literotica.com/s/whitewash-high-ch-22

Enjoy everyone!

It started with her just leaving the door open while she had a bath, so she could talk with her friend and new roommate in the other room. Usually the conversations ended up mentioning ex-boyfriends and she always had fun trying to make her talk about sex from the other room, while under the shampoo bubbles and hot water, she was secretly touching and fingering herself to her voice.
Their friendship started getting more and more intimate, as they were both having the same exams and so were always together at home, studying till late or watching tvseries.
As time past, her bath-play became bolder still, and she called her friend in the bathroom to keep her company, sitting a couple of feet from her, almost seeing her fingering… almost
She enjoied the risk of being seen but most of all, she loved watching her friends body and looking for small signs of arousal and how she reacted to seeing her naked while she got out of the bathtub, still talking about sex, and starting mentioning that one time she kissed a girl, for fun.
At the end of their second month as roommates, they were naked around the house often and she proposed taking a bath together.
Giggles and fun spanks on the ass cheeks, were a fun prelude, but both felt the sexual tension rising, and were biting their lips in anticipating, looking at each others body and feeling the warm water envelope them both as their legs started exploring and touching each other.
Then during baths, she would ask her friend to help her wash her back, but their was always some lotion or bathing product that was too far to reach. so she started getting up and taking the soap and shampoo from far away, so she could lean her breasts on hers and near her mouth, while her friend let off intentionally hot breaths on the nipples, just centimetres from her mouth.

On that day, she left the shampoo bottle waaaay up on the opposite side of the bathtub.. so this time she needed to get up on her legs on the border of the bathtub to try and reach it…the sexual tension was over the top, neither of them could resist anymore, and when her friend saw her climb up and open her legs in front of her face, and felt the warm pubic hairs, wet and curly, so close to her mouth, her entire world just blanked and something from deep inside her woke up, as she could not resist anymore and leaned over with her tongue deep inside her friends pussy, searching for the clit and feeling it hard and pulsating on the lips.
From up on her feet on the border of the bathtub, she let out a strong moan and her hand was suddenly in her friends hair, pushing her deeper and moving her pussy on that innocent looking face, after having fantasied and masturbating on her for months.
She got down, sitting legs open on the border of the bathtub, while taking her friend by the hair and guiding her mouth while she sucked her clit and slid her tongue deep inside.
The benefits of having a bathtub too small for 2 people were starting to show, as her friend, to lick her, had to bend so much that her ass was on the wall behind, very well in sight.. it would really be a shame not to play with it…
Just one finger insight that warm ass made her friend moan sooo hard that both felt an orgasm making it’s way inside their bodies.
One was feeling liberated to finally have her prey licking her pussy like that and feeling horny that she transformed that innocent girl into a wild animal ready to have sex like there was no tomorrow, and the other was confused and surprised but so thrilled to have the opportunity to make one of her deepest sex fantasies true, that nothing could stop her.

They both got out of the bathtub and kissed in the light of the sunset sun out of the large window. They looked in their eyes and giggled laughing on their way to the bedroom

But that is another story

There i was, naked and with my legs opened while she was putting on the strapon watching me masturbate. I was only 19 and loved the idea of experiment new things, so i ended up being convinced by her, 33, that there were a few tricks that she could teach me… At first it was mostly oral sex and i did learn well from her, while she sat on my face giving me instructions on how to best use my tongue and lips on her clit, pussy and asshole, but as i did i felt her hand start to play with not only my balls, but my ass too.
Young and with little experience, i just let her continue, and figured it was kinky enough that i could get turned on but not that big of a deal for the rest.
After an intense orgasm that i could feel deep in my mouth with all her pubic her wet on my red face, she got off and turned around to return the favour, she gently started sucking my cock and i relaxed and opened up my legs. That triggered an unexpected response when she started licking my cock, balls and suddenly my asshole. I could feel the wet tongue fiddling with my hole and it was such an incredible and wild sensation. I moaned loudly and she giggled in excitement. She returned sucking my cock, but this time really deeper and harder then i had ever experienced. It was such a shock to have felt all that unexpected pleasure and at the same time and i wanted more. Of course i was embarrassed and shy too and she must have noticed because her next move was to look at me and say: “you cute little thing.. you know ..if you want me to lick your ass more, you will have to tell me so out loud and beg for it…”
That triggered something soo deep in me that i almost had an orgasm just at the idea of saying such a thing out loud, but while i was there thinking about it, she got up, pushed her warm and wet pussy against my cock and started riding it wild and hard making me feel the tip all the way deep inside her womb. She took my face in her hands and pulled my hair and started biting my neck and licking my ear and with her tongue deep in my ear she said to me: “go on, say it… tell me you want your ass licked again..” and so i did, moaning with pleasure and feeling my cock so close to cuming it drove me crazy.
“Please, please lick my asshole again, please, oh god it felt so good”.
And so she did… but this time, making me sit on my all fours, and telling me to spread my ass cheeks so she could have a better view and lick deeper.
When she said “deeper” i had no idea how that would feel, but even thou i was excited by the tongue outside, the real surprise on this second round of assplay, was feeling penetrated by her tongue and feeling all the saliva drip from her mouth to my balls. At one point it was so much she god all the thick saliva in her hand and then got it all up again and used it to lube all around my ass starting to push a finger inside. At first it felt like the tongue, and i didn’t notice, but then i felt the finger bend inside and touch on what i would later learn is called “prostate”.
This caused a sudden rush of adrenaline and i couldn’t even begin to imagine what was on her mind. She got up and told me she was going to play a game and as i turned around, i saw the strapon in her hands.
I had never seen anything like it before and was already in fear of pain, but at the same time, until this point it all felt just incredible good!
I mumbled that i was unsure but she came near me and kissed my mouth with passion, and i felt her tongue open my lips and playing around with mine. The arousal was so hi i could melt and i would have done anything.
She told me to open wide and start masturbating, leaning on the sofa with my face upwards and my legs spread out. The strapon was black and i could see the point on my balls while she lubed my ass more, and feel the fake cock on my one. As i stopped for a moment i saw precum on the point of my cock and a drop fell on the head of the strapon. She smiled and took both in her hand and rubbed them together. Then the moment had arrived… The rubber point started entering and with my huge surprise my relaxed and lubed asshole just welcomed it inside like it were the most natural thing. I was captivated by the look in her eyes and seeing that she liked it so much and was so full of desire for me.
And as i felt the strapon penetrating me for the first time, and the pure lust in her eyes, the thing that surprised me most was seeing my reflection in the mirror, and finding it arousing, watching her play with me so completely while i could see my facial expressions betray the pleasure i was starting to feel.
I continued watching us in the mirror, confusing the roles, while both of us seemed bend inwards by the force of the orgasms reaching us from deep inside of us. She screamed in pleasure as she felt the other side of her strapon give her an orgasm, and the rapid pace of her strapon inside me, while i was looking at the mirror made me finally orgasm with streams of hot cum pouring on my chest and up to my face. Seeing me cum like this, and watching in the mirror, she made me get up and stand in front of the mirror, with her behind me, and my face and body still covered in cum. her strapon was in her hand and she took some of the cum on the black point and brought it to my mouth smiling in the mirror and telling me to clean it.

But that is another story

A little something I’m working on.  So far it’s kind of playful but it’s going to turn a bit darker.  Thoughts?

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The last thirty minutes had been nothing but a lie.  

The lies started the moment I felt that churning in my stomach.  I told myself that I would feel better in a few minutes, that it would pass.  When that didn’t work and the bed spun furiously I tried to reason that if I took deep breaths the spinning would be go away.  Finally, I steeled my resolved and tried to put it out of my mind, all I would need is the cold spot on the pillow and things would be okay.  

It was a lie.  Things weren’t going to be better and in a few seconds my resolve would be shattered resulting in a visit to the nearest bathroom.

The torture that I was experiencing was self induced.  The first shot of Tequila was a celebration of sorts, in a gallows humor kind of way.  That was the “Goodbye you cheating asshole” shot.  I had no problem throwing that shot down.  It was a shot two years in the making and ended with my boyfriend fucking some oily skinned fat slut against a dumpster.  

That shot was followed by more, many more.  

It wasn’t until later in the evening that I realized things were getting out of control, but like every other evening that involves heavy drinking it was too late.

The bartender walked up and placed four shots on the bar in front of me and my friend, “Compliments of the two men at the table.”   The bartender placed the four shot glasses down.  There were three layers, a dark brown liquid at the bottom, a light brown liquid, and an almost white liquid on top of that.  On top of the layers was a little dollop of whipped cream.

“Ooooo, they look yummy.  What are they?” I asked without really caring about the answer.

“It’s Baileys, Amaretto, Kahlua, and topped with whip cream,” the bartender answered.

“Yeah, but what’s it called?” I questioned.

“It’s a Blowjob.  You’re supposed to use your mouth. No hands.”

“Thank you,” I answered blushing.

I looked at Kailey, my friend, “Ready?”

“Should we invite them over?” Kailey asked.

“You heard what the bartender said these drinks are didn’t you?  They’re call a Blowjob.  I have those two guys want us to have them.”

I looked down at the drink and noticed the white creamy liquid was starting to swirl into dark black liquid.  Kailey had picked up on the of shots and was licking the edge of the glass as the liquid spilled over.  Her tongue white with the little bits of whipped cream.  She looked so dainty with her little finger up.

I looked down at one of the shots and lowered my lips to the glass.  I formed a tight seal as my hair fell around  my face.  I gathered it up in my hand while keeping my lips around the shot glass.  In a quick movement I flipped my head back and the liquid splashed against the back of my throat.  I swallowed the thick liquid and dollop of whipped cream down in one motion.

I stepped to the next shot and repeated the process.  Quickly throwing the liquid back and swallowing.  Feeling the thick liquid slide down my throat before placing the shot glass back down.

I looked over at Kailey.  She was still holding her first shot sipping at it.  “Just throw it back and swallow.  It’s a blowjob, they’re supposed to be messy,” I said.

I lowered my head and closed my mouth around the glass rim.

“Here, let me hold your hair for you,” a deep masculine voice said.  I felt a hand take hold of my hair and give a slight squeeze.  I held up my hand and counted down, three, two, one.  I lifted the glass with my lips and turned toward the man holding my hair.  Slowly tilted my head back and the dollop of whipped cream slid into my mouth riding on the thick liquid.  I locked eyes with the stranger and swallowed.  I slipped my tongue into the glass and swirled it around and finally held the glass and inch from my face as the last drops of liquid dripped onto my lips and chin.

“That’s a pretty impressive show.  Are you always a tease?”

My drunk brain’s fight instinct kicked in, “Tease?  You’re calling me a tease?  That’s funny.  If you wanted subtle you would have bought us cosmopolitans and invited us to sit down.  But you didn’t.  You ordered ‘Blowjobs’ because you wanted to see if we would be insulted and run away.  Maybe you wanted a little show.  Thanks for the drinks!”  I reached out for Kailey’s hand so we could leave.

“Are you insulted?”

I was ready to launch a verbal assault.  I had just gotten out of a two year relationship with a cheating asshole and I didn’t feel the need to spar with some guy in a bar.  As a smile crossed the tall man’s lips I stopped.  Even in my drunken state I could tell I was being baited.  

marquiseoftease-stories:

Denied once more

You may have thought my ways of teasing and denying you from afar were finite.

That was before I made you Facetime me while you were in one of your very important video conferences. One where you needed to look dapper, be switched on and contribute your valued opinion. One where you were required to focus and concentrate on the matter at hand. One where you couldn’t afford to let your mind wander, to be distracted.

In short, a perfect setting for me to demonstrate what tease and denial can mean.

And so I offered you a quick and silent FaceTime call to show you my freshly painted nails. How could you not? How could you ever turn that offer down? Of course you couldn’t. Of course you would accept the call, place your phone ever so carefully against the side of your laptop screen, and go about your work call.

Or would you?

For when the call opened and I smiled at you, were you really able to not look?

What were the odds of you concentrating on solving a professional problem when you saw my feet on your screen? When I showed you my toes, the ones you so love to lick, to suck, to smell and to taste? I saw exactly what was happening to you. I saw you part those beautiful slutty lips of yours, the ones I have seen do unimaginable things, in desire. Your eyes widened, darted away from the laptop, onto the phone screen. They pleaded with me to show you more in ways that didn’t need for words. As I moved ever so slightly in front of the camera, I granted you a glimpse of my body barely covered in a robe. And then covered in the thick and heavy want in your eyes, darting back and forth between screens.

So I smiled, placed my finger on my lips in a secret ob you and I share, and mouthed “Do you want to see more?”, lasciviously writhing in the sheets, as if that really was a question. As if what you just saw wasn’t enough on any day, let alone during a work call.

I know your face and I know your expressions. And I could tell then that your subtly raised eyebrows and the clenched jaw was your best effort at not losing your professional front. How does a man nod vigorously and say “yes please” without moving? You managed, it’s just one of your many talents.

“You’re in for a treat” I promised and got up, phone in hand. My robe open, revealing the curve of my breasts as I walked along the corridor, watching you talk to your client. I mustn’t distract you. Only I will! Keep on talking, my boy, keep on being the professional you are, while I placed the phone on the bathroom vanity, facing the shower. Keep negotiating terms, my boy, as I sensually traced the lines of my body with my dark red fingernails before letting the robe slip off my shoulders. As I stood naked before you and watched you stutter mid sentence.

There was no need for you to explain or show me what you were going through in that moment. I knew you were rock solid, twitching and dripping a mess onto your stomach. Watching your lips move, forming sentences full of professional jargon as opposed to the many versions of “fucking hell” that you would normally utter, I stepped into the shower and soaped my body, washed in all the places your tongue so eagerly licked. Were you concentrating, my boy? For the look on your face had since lost its polite professionalism.

Your eyes followed as the water jet rinsed my skin off the lather first, then was guided lower, to my most intimate of places. Keep listening to your client, boy! Don’t mind me pleasuring myself as the sounds of surprise and desire rolled over my tongue.

Frustration at how you cannot give me your utmost attention now plainly visible on your face, I made sure you got a good view of my hands moisturising my body. We both knew it should have been your hands. We both imagined they were. But while I was able to fully commit to this image, you were forced to let it slip away again and again as you answered queries on your call.

I can do better than that, boy. If you thought there and then this was the end of my tease, you were wrong. For then I placed my phone on the floor, to show you exactly what you would be seeing from the position you so naturally inhabit, when you so willingly give in to the magnetic pull of the floor beneath me.

And as you finally ended your work call, only to immediately sink onto your knees and give me all of your focus, I smiled and nodded and waved you goodbye, too, leaving you to your own devices. Denied once more.

You know now that teasing is way more than touching and that not being able to fall into the subspace of the moment is as much denial as not getting to orgasm.

You know now that I own every aspect of it.

Wow, wonderful writing that brilliantly captures the power and irresistible allure of tease and denial… fantastic.

marquiseoftease:

teazdndenied:

marquiseoftease:

Part 2

Slow strokes

Light touches

Leaving you aching. Wanting for more

His face was flushed, dotted with beads of perspiration, chest rising and falling visibly as his breathing had now evolved in to slow, rhythmic panting.

No longer struggling against the bonds that secured him to the nearby chair his eyes were transfixed, gazing helplessly at the mesmerizing swirling and caressing of her fingertips.

His mind whirred with memories of her sensual, delicate touch… the way that it had felt that very first time he realized just how much pleasure she could offer him with nothing more than the most delicate of caresses.

As he looked on his memories were so vivid it was like he could almost feel them.

Almost….

Instead, rather than feeling her silky caresses his neglected cock wept tears of frustration, straining helplessly against the steel bars that now imprisoned it.

Being so close to her, watching her yet being denied her touch was nearly unbearable to him. Eventually it became too much for him, if he didn’t get to cum soon or at least be allowed to feel her touch he was going to melt down before her eyes.

Weakly, his voice quivering, he pleaded, “Please? I’m begging you….”

Glancing toward him she smiled at how his untouched cock throbbed and wept with need for her, the anguish and desperation in his eyes.

“Are you thinking about it, baby? How good it feels when I let you enjoy my touch?”

“Yesss….”

“About how frustrated your caged, neglected cock must feel?…”

“Oh my god yes!….”

“Mmm, and about how badly your poor… heavy… achy blue balls must be feeling?”

He ached so badly for her he almost wanted to cry. “Yesss…”, he confessed.

“Are you thinking about cumming, baby? How badly you want it? How good it would feel? You remember how amazing I can make it for you, don’t you?”

“God yes!! No one has ever made me cum like you!,” the mere thought of it making his cock pulse with such need more precum drooled from the tip.

“Good, I love that, that’s so hot. Now, want to know what I’m thinking about?”

“Of course… always.”

In a slow, calm, sultry voice she purred, “I’m thinking about how much I love seeing you like this… so aroused… so desperate… aching and suffering so helplessly… all for me.”

“Oh my god….,” he groaned, her words sinking deep in to his soul. “I love that. I love that so much…”

“I know you do, baby. Now tell me, exactly what was it you were begging me for?”

Swallowing hard, his mind floating with his desire to give this woman exactly what she wanted he replied, “M-more, please more. Don’t stop. Please, keep going…”

He was putty in her hands. She knew of her power over him. He knew of her power over him. Their reality. Their positions that felt so natural, that fitted like a custom made glove.

It never got old. Her merciless teasing. His incessant begging. They were not a means to an end, they were the destination in themselves. The definition of their dynamic. The ultimate mindfuck.

Day after day she would tease him in ways only she could conceive. Her devious means of tormenting not only his longing body but, more so, his aching mind.

Day after day he would fall deeper into submission than he imagined possible. His realisation that the lower he debased himself for her, the higher she elevated him, celebrated his depravity.

Day after day she told him how much his denial meant to her. He could tell it was the truth, for she was never more aroused than when he begged her to deny him some more. His reward the privilege to share in her orgasms. “Their” orgasms. Those he so eagerly provided and she so gratefully received. Those that were of an intensity only his denial could fuel.

At this point, he could not imagine a scenario where he would rather beg her for release than to be kept for her.

Addicted. That’s what they were.

Wow, such a wonderfully written perspective of the power and allure of tease and denial by Marquiseoftease…

stevie057:

My eyes slowly blink open as the dream fades. A soft moan escapes as my body slowly stretches under the covers. My hand slides over my warm, naked skin…grazing my breast, down my stomach, and finally, cupping between my legs. I can feel my need. I push my fingers into my soft petals, close my eyes, and slowly smile. Slow circles and long strokes. I feel my button tighten and swell. I rub it gently as my body heats up. I think of that dream, still fading, and open my eyes, turning to you.  You’re sleeping peacefully. I roll into you and wipe my wet fingers along your lips, painting them with me. You lick your lips without even opening your eyes. As your mouth opens to speak I slip my fingers into it. You open your eyes and stare into mine while your hands pull me on top of you. You lift my hips and place me over your face.  My hands grab the headboard as you pull me onto your face, your tongue already finding it’s place.  My hips roll back and forth and grind in circles. Soft moans become loud moans. Dreams become reality. Tomorrow it’s your turn. Good morning baby.

everthine-evermine-everours-2:

Tie him up and ride him……

Part 2: Going to London

As I step outside I lift my face to the sun, breathing in the fresh air, my chest fills with air and I exhale.

I am in heaven. I have finally made it to London.

The flat I rented for the past two weeks is superb, minus this pesky side door - for some reason I can’t lock it, oh well, no one notices me leave it open, it’s hidden behind shrubs anyway, and besides I am in London!

Weeee - Twirling around like a schoolgirl in my new sundress, I am giddy with excitement, I can almost skip. I love my new purchases, so many sundresses, all flowy and freeing, smiling to myself because I purchased this one and the five others, because they accentuate my curves, I feel sexy and exotic and I don’t need to wear a bra as they hug me in all the right places.

Giggling as the wind brushes across my nipples and they grow hard as if responding to my thoughts. That’s the only thing this dress does not conceal when I am turned on and London turns me on.

Walking around the square, I go about my morning routine, a morning coffee, and decadent buttery treat, exploring the shops, seeing where the day takes me. I’ve loved my adventures around town, walking and admiring the beauty, the architecture, I will never tire of it. Marveling at the simple thought that I am finally in London.

I can’t believe I have been here for almost three weeks. I love that I have no return ticket home, just adds to the adventure of it all.

Savoring my flaky crescent and coffee, I walk along the shops admiring the unique treasures inside, that is when I see him; he is magnificent, pure beauty. Putting the saying “tall, dark and handsome” to shame. He seems to be looking my way but he can’t be, can he? No, as my body is facing away, my ass turned to him. I feel as if I am gawking but he can’t see that I am staring back at the glass reflection.

I can barely move. He is so stunning.

Breathe, he is just a man. Oh but what an exquisite man, he is sitting but I can tell he is tall, lean, muscular, delicious. I would like to treat myself to him. Can he see that I just wiped my mouth? I’m literally drooling.

Control yourself. Try to regain your composure and flaunt what assets you know you have, maybe he will sit up and take notice. Sashaying to the next shop, peering in the window, purposefully sticking my hips and ass out towards him. Presenting myself as an animal would.

“Come mount me” I think and giggle out loud. I can’t stop staring at him and I am excited to see that he still seems to be looking my way. I feel naked, exposed, my nipples react to his gaze, it is so intense, is he staring at me?

Moving along, acting as if I have no care in the world but feeling his breath on my nipples from ten feet away.

What this man does to me, I don’t dare turn to look him in the eyes, surely if he is staring at me he will come to say hello. So he must not be staring at me as he seems fixated on something, in a trance almost.

We continue our dance most of the morning, into the afternoon. Finally dusk falls and I am so exhausted.

My mind has been thoroughly fucked by my imagination of him taking me on every street corner, alleyway, shop, restroom, etc. He imprinted on my brain and I can’t shake him.

At some point, while I was in a shop he left and I was devastated, but the memory of his beauty stayed with me the rest of the day. I felt his presence yet did not see him. But my mind did.

We had lunch together, went into stores, had long conversations, the mind can play cruel tricks on you but this was delicious as in between every normal event he was bending me over the bridge railing fucking me as passerby’s looked on. He was pulling me in a dark alley corner and devouring my nipples with his mouth. He was sliding two fingers inside my dripping pussy while we made every attempt to remain discrete at the restaurant. I was thoroughly fucked or manhandled by him everywhere I went and I was weak in the knees and my pussy had completely drenched my underwear. It was dark when I finally arrived back home, letting myself in, I grab a glass of water and head straight to my bedroom, I have no other plans but to fantasize about that mystery man. He mind fucked me all day and I needed to be filled immediately.

Leaving all the lights off, I strip naked, like we are rushing to the bedroom. It’s a very quiet night, calm is in the air, but I can hear myself panting. Needing to this release. Stripping off my sundress, I am feeling exotic so I go to the dresser and pull out a sexy black see-through negligee, it feels erotic on my skin, adding to the anticipation. I run a brush through my hair, run some chapstick over my lips, dab on some y-lang y-lang oil, as I love smell myself and climb into bed. I laugh that I am preparing myself for a night of passion…with myself. But no it is a night of passion with Mr. Beautiful. The man who haunts me.

Laying on my back, legs stretched out in front of me, relishing in the comfort of the bed and feeling my body buzz in anticipation. Reaching in my side drawer, I wrap my hand around my vibrator, like it is his cock, and lay it between my breasts. The window is open and I can hear the traffic drive by, the breeze hardens my nipples, or is it the knowledge that I am presenting myself. Ready. My breathing labored, I slowly run the vibrator cock head over each nipple. My body arches in reaction. Closing my eyes I imagine he is standing there, in the doorway, watching me. Slowly moving the vibrator between my breasts, over each erect nipple, down over my belly, teasing my belly button, down further until it circles my clit, teasing, coaxing, adding fuel to an already ignited fire. Continuing further I thrust the vibrator deep inside me, one firm thrust, FUCK YES, I am so wet that I did not need to go slow to adjust or stretch, my pussy needed a cock to be deep inside her ASAP. I begin a constant in-and-out building, milking the vibrating cock that fills me with one hand, the other massaging, pinching and teasing my nipples. God, I am so wet, juicy even, I can feel my juices run between my ass cheeks, dripping is an understatement. What that man did to me. I just wanted him to approach me and devour me. My pace has quickened, I need to cum, with every thrust I am closer, I am so wet. The sounds of me fucking myself are intoxicating. I am putting a trance on myself. The air smells like sex and essential oils. I feel my body build until its breaking point. Waves of pleasure wash over me. Moaning loudly, a grown and howl. Holding the vibrator in place as my body bucks in reaction, waves of pleasure running over my body.

Sedated and satisfied. Turning off my vibrator I lay there in bliss. Smiling as I thank him for the orgasm, I roll to my left side, my body still buzzing. After my breathing gets under control I permit sleep to take over…

Deep in sleep, I feel my legs being parted and what feels like a cock sliding inside me. This must be a dream.

Alarm hits, WAIT, this is not a dream!

WHAT THE FUCK, startled as I am filled completely. Fully awake now, scared but oddly at ease, as the sensations my body is feeling is responding. Defying my fear, with pleasure. A forearm drapes across my shoulder blades and although I am pinned, I am in pure bliss by the motions of what I can only assume is a man’s cock entering me. The weight of his body feels overpowering but gentle. My body betrays me and a moan escapes my mouth.

“I won’t hurt you, I needed this”, The man whispers in my ear as almost a plea, considering the situation, such an odd thing to say yet so soothing, I try to shift so he will release me but it only makes him enter me deeper, with every thrust my resistance breaks and I need more, it feels like an eternity that his cock seduces me, nothing about this feels wrong, but it is, my body continues to betray me as my ass and hips begin to meet his thrust, milking his cock, needing him deeper, opening for him. FUCK this feels incredible. An actual cock instead of a vibrator, and whoever this man is has a magnificent cock, it fills every inch of me, I can feel the tip hit the top of my vaginal ceiling. No one has ever done that.

Our rhythm is in sync now, we are fucking each other. I WANT MORE. I NEED MORE. I feel his thumb play with my ass hole and I almost cum, fuck! We are fluid, moving so fast and with each thrust deeper I am losing control. I want to let him control me, I want to give myself to him. Submit to the pleasure he brings me. He can feel my need and he asks me to prop myself up on my elbows, I obey as I am told. FUCK I am letting this stranger fuck me like he is my Master. As if to respond to my question, he squeezes my breasts, one and then the other, his touch is so caring, needing. Yet in control and powerful. So many contradictions my mind is being fucked too. I want to give my release to him. I want to cum for him. Our breathing is in sync, his breath on my ear is undoing, my pussy starts contracting, milking his cock for more, his thrusts go deeper and I lose myself, I let out a deep low moan and cum all over his cock. He doesn’t stop though and once again my body responds, the slow build up growing with every thrust of his cock. I can hear my wetness on his balls and thighs.

FUCK This is incredible. He is incredible, and I trust he isn’t here to hurt me. WOW. Who is this man? My body is in heaven, cloud 9, overwhelmed with sensations.

Sadly he moves and removes his cock from inside me, I actually whimper but the next thing I know it’s thrust into my mouth and he is fucking my throat. FUCK YES! He grabs the back of my hair and is relentless, not caring if I gag or not, my mouth is his fuck hole. I can’t help but moan on his cock. I can tell this is affecting him to his core. It pleases me that I affect him. I love cock and his is particularly magnificent. I desire to let him use me whenever he needs as his fuck-toy, as this cock is divine. I feel dirty and I love it.

As if he heard my thoughts he asks me, “You love cock, don’t you, you dirty little slut.” and all I can do is nod, staring into his dark eyes. FUCK he is beautiful even with a balaclava covering his face. His pace slows as if to ease any worries I may have as if to ask me to trust that he won’t hurt me. Trying to reassure myself I begin to caress my tits, my nipples betray me and harden, how could they not, I was just thoroughly fucked and now my mouth is being assaulted, my two favorite holes being fucked. He has awakened the beast in me and I want more.

This man is honouring who I am to my core and I have no clue who he is but a magnificent cock and he’s letting me be used by him.

As if reading my mind that my pleasure is not for me, it is for him, he stops his assault on my mouth and I whimper silently. What will happen next? OH FUCK Why did I ask that, in one motion he pushed me on my back and his mouth of on me. Like a wolf who just found fresh meat. Feeding on my pussy, lapping up from arse to clit, like I am a plate to lick clean. I want to dig my hands in his hair and hold him there for life. I can’t do that but again my body betrays me and I wrap my legs around his head, pushing his face into my pussy. I can feel his hands on my hips like he is holding his serving platter as he devours his meal.

GOD, please never stop what you’re doing. My body needs this man’s mouth, cock, and everything that goes with it.

I feel his hand pull at something and I realize he is going to reveal himself to me. Such a bold move. He is trusting me. And as he removes his balaclava I gasp! “OH, IT’S YOU!!”

HOLY FUCK I say to myself. The man in the town square. The man I have lusted and fantasized about all day. The one I came for earlier. Imagining he was standing in the door jam, watching me masturbate. Wait was he there the entire time? OH MY!

He doesn’t even acknowledge my comment and continues his assault on my pussy, like a man eating his last meal. And then he inserts two fingers, gently, which is shocking to me considering the fact that I do not know this man, but I do know him, he has been in my fantasies all day, we’ve had conversations, we’ve explored, we’ve fucked, we’ve tasted, we’ve eaten each other. His fingers are screwing me now, FUCK, like a corkscrew motion, clockwise to counter-clockwise. My pussy begins to milk his fingers, I can not deny him, I must cum, I need to cum again, please let me cum, I want to beg him and it’s like he knows as his ravenous licking stops and his fingers continue to fuck me and he replaces his tongue on my clit with his other hand to rub the swollen bead in a circular motion. His fingers begin to rub all around inside my pussy walls, seeking, enticing, claiming the pussy as theirs.

I blurt out “I’m Cumming” and he does not stop, as my orgasm washes over me. Creaming his hand. As he removes his fingers from my pussy, my breathing is labored and I can’t help but stare into those dark eyes, they are beautiful and ominous, how is he completely in control after I just lost all control. He gifts me with the taste of my orgasm, running his fingers inside my mouth, I love licking my own fingers clean after I cum, but to lick his, makes my cum taste incredible. Tasting him, his cock, and my cum, God help me I could become addicted to this man’s flavor. I can’t get enough as I lick it all off. I feel him move down to lick my ass where the rest of my orgasm has drained to completely back up to my clit and another moan escapes my lips. I can feel that this pushes him over the edge. Panting I watch as he raises himself up and grabs my erect nipples, pulling at them to spread them apart, he places his cock between my breasts and begins to tittie fuck me. GOD does this man know my weaknesses. His motions are slow and sensual as to again soothe and reassure me that I am to trust him. Gliding up and down, in between my tits, I can’t help I need to taste him, so I tuck my chin into my chest and lower my mouth onto the tip of his cock on the upstroke. God, what a magnificent cock it is. Who is this man! He continues like this, slowly gliding, using my body for his pleasure. Claiming me as his fucktoy. He slowly pulls away from me and I know what is about to happen, laying me back on the bed, he pats my thighs, lines up his shaft with my pussy, and slides deep inside me. Zero resistance, his cock belongs there. He places his hands behind my knees and begins to thrust slow and deep inside me. FUCK this is incredible. I have never been fucked like this. My pussy is made for his length and girth, so thick, such a pleasing cock. I can tell there is a change in his demeanor as if he trusts and is confident. Good, I want him to feel this way and he rewards me with filth, claiming me as his, calling me names that to me equal titles, words of affirmation in the nasty of ways. “His” dirty little slut, “His” fucktoy, “His” property, “His” pet. “His” Cunt. Claiming me with every disgusting title. How does this man know what I need?

He is fucking me now with an animalistic frenzy, we can not get enough of each other. I cum again and I can tell that is the end of him, and he pulls free of now “HIS” pussy and begins to stroke his cock and shoots his beautiful load all over my tits and my face. I open my mouth to receive his gift. When he is done emptying every last drop he has in his balls. I can’t help it but I am smiling. As he removes himself from my body, I don’t want him to go so I scoop up the cum he gifted me and lick it off my fingers. God, he even tastes divine.

“You know I could have you arrested for this?” I say licking my fingers clean with a smile on my face and humor in my voice.

“I know, but it was something I just had to do.” I smile to assure him that I would never ruin what just transpired with silly justice. And then he did something unexpected, he leans forward and gives me a slow, sensual kiss, his tongue tracing all around my mouth as to taste himself on me. And like a schoolboy discovering tits, he reaches down and cops a quick feel like he won’t ever get to touch boobs again. And slaps them like a spanking.

“I know you won’t.” He plants one last kiss and somehow he is fully dressed, says Goodbye and that he’ll see me around.

I can only respond with three words. “Thank you, Sir.”

{Read Part 3 Here}

{Part 1: Is not for me to post}

Part 3: Going to London

It’s been almost a month now since he walked out of my life.

But he’d been in my thoughts every day.

The dark-haired man with piercing black eyes who took capture of my mind, body, and soul.

I’ve been watching him for several weeks now sitting at the coffee shop probably knowing that I’m watching him but acting oblivious.

Looking for the right opportunity to approach him the way that he approached me however he was meticulous and everything that he did was so in control and so confident he knows his surroundings that’s why it’s hard for me to believe that he didn’t know I would be coming.

Today’s the day; I need him, I no longer just want him, he gave me a taste and I wanted more. I put on my sundress wearing nothing underneath knowing that he would want easy access if he decided to let me in, knowing that this would please him, I slid on my sandals, my nerves twisting my gut. I trusted that this is what he needed too, that he craved me as much as I did him. I had observed his every move for the last few weeks; I knew where he had his morning coffee, got his mail, ate his lunch. I didn’t feel like a stalker only because this was exactly what he did to me. I knew where he lived, but sadly he was very aware of his surroundings and cautious so every door and window locked, I knew there would be no surprise entry, my only option was through the front door which meant I would have to knock, that alone almost derailed me because he could very easily shut the door in my face. As I approached his gate I was happy to find that it was unlocked but I still knew the front door was locked. Walking up to his stoop I raised my hand to knock and the door opened before I could make contact.

We simply stared at each other knowing what the other needed, my mouth watering at the sight of him, my body reacting, flushing under his gaze. My insides tightened and contracted, feeling myself grow wet between my legs, I yearned for him and my body reacted. God he is beautiful, the mere sight of him makes me weak in the knees; it seems like hours as we stood there staring at each other neither of us saying a word.

We hadn’t talked in weeks.

We didn’t need to talk.

We just wanted each other sexually as we had not healed yet.

I knew what he wanted.

He knew what I wanted.

I knew what I needed.

He knew what he needed.

He only needed to instruct me and I would know what to do.

“Go.”

All he said was the one word, to others it would have meant, leave. And I could’ve turned and walked away but that’s not what he meant as he raised his arm for me to walk through. It was a clear instruction.

As if I’d been there before I knew exactly where to go straight to his bedroom and as I walked past him slightly sauntering so that he would see the shape of my hips through the sundress I lifted the sundress to reveal my naked body and stripped it in the hallway leaving it at the bedroom entrance, discarded in a heap. We would not need clothes. Lowering myself onto my knees, I crawled on all fours to get into his bed knowing exactly what I was showing him, knowing he would love that view of my ass, taking my time letting him watch, I turned over to see him leaning against the door jam, as I predicted, arms folded, watching my every move, it was daylight outside so I was completely exposed. I crawled to the top of the bed and roll onto my back, propped against pillows, positioning myself in the position he prefers, palms up, legs bent, slightly apart, exposing my pussy, presenting myself to him, without speaking a word, calling to him to come to me and use my body for it is his.

My breasts heaving, breathing labored in anticipation. Still no words being spoken just staring at each other knowing that we are crossing each other‘s boundaries, tossing our hard limits aside, ignoring our No’s, for the primal need of each other. It was empowering and intoxicating.

I inhaled deeply, not realizing I was holding my breath, I needed to remember to breathe. And as if to acknowledge he was suffering too, he took in a deep breath and exhaled, he had been holding his breath. I was affecting him as much as he was affecting me. And I was igniting him as he was igniting me.

We continued to stare at each other. A test of strength. He was a magnificent specimen of a man. Leaning against the door, looking effortless, unaffected. Arms folded across his chest. Eyes hungry. I scanned his body, barefoot, clad in jeans and a T-shirt. God this man is stunning, he oozed confidence and sex appeal, he was freshly showered, he must have just finished up his daily errands, come home to relax but could still feel his tension. We had our encounter a few weeks ago and had not spoken since, for good reason, but that didn’t matter right now. We needed each other, we needed an escape, the primal desire to taste each other, feed off each other. We were good, no, great at this, the other stuff was messy but it didn’t matter right now. I continue to survey his beauty and my breath catches in my throat as my gaze stops at the outline of his hard cock. Clearly, he is as turned on at the thought of me as I am of him. His cock is magnificent, some men have beautiful cocks, but his is perfect, designed for pleasure. My pleasure. It’s anything but average. Thick, long, incredibly perfect in shape and it fills me completely. Made for me, I like to think. Oh, how I have missed my cock. The one thing that he permitted me to use, call mine, that is connected to him. My mouth waters at just the thought of tasting him. I can hear my own breathing, see my chest rise and fall as I gaze at his cock, hungry, growing ravenous, I am shocked I am not drooling. He is fully erect under my gaze, it is straining against his jeans, confined, wanting to be released. As if he knew what I wanted, he unzips his jeans freeing himself so I can have a better look. My eyes return to meet his and there is a new fire. He knows I want to taste him. I instinctively licked my lips and I could tell it made him weak in the knees as he shifts his body but he is in control and I knew that I could not speak nor would I make the next move without his instruction. I glance back at his cock and bite my lower lip. It seems like an eternity before he speaks but when he does he grants me what I want with two words, two words that I needed to hear from his lips.

“Touch yourself.”

His words snap my head up, to meet his hungry gaze, it’s almost as if he was punishing me with that sharp tone, but I can see the desire in his eyes, he’s breathing is labored too. Lowering my gaze in a bow, I slowly move my hand between my legs, two fingers softly outlining my pussy lips, I can feel my moisture and slide my fingers just between my lips to moisten them. Moving my fingers back and forth encircling my clit. My hips react and begin to move in a circular motion in sync with my fingers. My breathing deepens, my gaze moves back to his cock and he is stroking himself watching me. My cheeks flush when I meet his gaze, he is so hungry for me but restraining his needs while I pleasure myself. Doesn’t he know I want him more than to pleasure myself? Eyes locked I continue to tease my clit, I can feel how wet I am getting, I can see his stroking quicken, as I quicken my pace, he’s matching my pace. Never breaking eye contact, almost as if we can’t break apart or we will lose our connection. Our breathing is matched, our hands pleasuring our own bodies. I need him to come to me but he needs to stay across the room.

I mouth one word.

“Please.”

And it’s all he needs, in one movement he is out of his jeans and shirt and on top of me. Spreading my legs apart, entering me quickly. Fiercely. Not being gentle. I don’t want gentle. I want him. I need him. We both let out a huge sigh of relief. Oh my god, do we fit together. He fills me completely. He sets the pace, slow and steady, savoring each thrust, our bodies quivering, I am so close already. God, we needed each other I can feel him holding back. I wrap my legs around his hips and draw him in deeper, I hear him growl “FUCK” and my nails dig into his back. His pace quickens. My body matches his. I mumble “Fuck me, Master.” And he sits back on his knees, grasping my hips yanking me to him, watching my breasts bounce as he fucks me, holding my legs behind my knees, to gain deeper access, locking eyes with me, watching my body react to him, chest flushed, breathing labored, hungry eyes, I need his release. I need him to fill me with his seed. I want to explode around him but this feels so incredible. I can barely hold my eyes open. The pleasure is overtaking my body. My hands move to his chest and I grip with my fingers, nails digging into him. Trying to pull him towards me as I push him away. I need to release but don’t want this pleasure to stop. He is fucking me hard and fast, animalistic, primal. Our bodies are drenched with sweat as we hold back our orgasms to enjoy the pleasure of fucking. It’s overwhelming, intoxicating, I can not, will not cum without his permission. He knows this. He is my Master and he controls my orgasms.

As if he knew I could take no more.

“Cum for me.”

He didn’t need to say anything else, for my orgasms, are his. I explode all around his cock, my body bucks, and waves of pleasure crash over me. Grasping whatever I can hold onto as my body is overcome with pleasure. Moaning loudly I hear and feel him release inside me and another wave of pleasure washes over me.

He collapses forward, our bodies sweaty, our breathing labored, tingling from our release, he reaches behind my back and rolls me with him as he moves to the bed. Never releasing my body, tucked close to his chest, his cock still deep inside me, the most pleasurable aftercare. Tucking me nicely under his chin, our breathing is in unison, breath for breath, inhale…exhale, no longer panting but still labored, the scent of him and our sex intoxicating, savoring the scent, entering my nostrils with every inhale. His arms wrapped tightly around me he is not letting go and I was in no hurry to leave but we still spoke no words. I knew that words would just wake us up and put us back in reality and I was in no hurry. I wanted to enjoy this moment for I had no idea when our next encounter would be.

Seconds turned into minutes, minutes seem to turn into hours, we just laid there holding each other, breathing. I had no desire to leave the comfort of his embrace. I needed him and he needed me, as we lay there I could feel his body relax and drift off to sleep. Eventually, his tight grip on me went limp, as did his cock inside me, I smiled that it still completely filled me. Our legs intertwined, it felt like he didn’t want to ever let go and it was the most beautiful embrace I’ve ever felt; feeling needed, wanted, and desired all in one. I didn’t wanna get up and leave but I knew that I was not ready yet. I wanted to come to him completely, a new woman, a woman he deserved. And sadly I had not healed yet, I still had more work to do. Healing would be forever but the tools I am learning is how to cope and function and be the best possible me I could be for myself. For him. And he is a distraction and I would just waste more days if I stayed. He deserved the best version of me. I deserve the best version of me. The magical version, not the broken woman he came to in the beginning. He said he would wait, and June is right around the corner. I needed to honour him and go. Leaning in, I kissed his chest and whispered against his skin. “Please wait.”

As if on cue, he started snoring and I knew it was safe for me to leave. Slowly removing my legs from his, letting his cock slide out of me, his embrace loosened, he was in a deep sleep now. Getting up off the bed I walked to the doorway and gathered my sundress sliding it over my shoulders, letting it fall and cover on my body. The moisture between my legs reminding me of what just happened, I turn and glance back to see him watching me. I smile softly and turn and walk myself to the door gripping the handle, I pause. Resisting the urge to run back into his arms and tell him everything that I have learned and all the healing that I’ve done so far but I know that I’m not done and he wants a Goddess and he deserves fun, laughter, and orgasms. Not a hydra of mental chaos. He does not want the stress or the emotions and I have to trust that he’s working on his own healing and then we will come back together in the future. Hoping it is not the last time I would be in this house; trusting that we will come together again in the future, I step outside into the darkness, it’s nighttime now; I have no idea how long we were together. It does not matter, walking briskly back to my flat marveling at the beauty of the man I just left, saying a silent prayer that he will come to me once we have both healed.

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One more chapter down, one more to go! Book One of the Panaysia series is almost finished and you can find the updated chapters this way!!! 

Excerpt: "It seems the Prince hasn’t whipped that fight out of you,“ she sighed, "It doesn’t matter what I want from you. What matters is who you are, little Iris.” Her eyes glinted dangerously, and instinctively Iris took a step backwards.

“We have a lot to talk about,” she continued, adjusting her gown, and stretching out along the length of the couch. “You might as well take a seat.”

Link: https://www.wattpad.com/780563492-panasyia-book-1-twenty-one 

Chapters Eighteen to Twenty have been uploaded! Check out these fresh new chapters on Wattpad. Only two chapters left to go before Book One is completed! 

Excerpt from Chapter Twenty: Kash turned to face the bar again, his shoulders hunched, and it was only then that he realized two things. He’d mentioned the Prince, and he’d never told the young man what his name was.

Spinning around, heart pounding anxiously, Kash scanned the bar, but the young man had slipped easily through the crowd and vanished.

Link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/157835240-panasyia

It has been a hectic week and a bit but I have finally been able to update Panasyia!! Chapter seventeen is here! 

Excerpt from the chapter:  

 "Don’t take my kindness for fragility,“ Keela continued, crossing her arms. "We have a system in Panasyia that works, but I still believe that pets are humans too. If they do something that deserves punishment, then so be it. But if they do not, then they should have the justice they deserve.”

Link: https://www.wattpad.com/774723813-panasyia-seventeen

The latest chapter of Panasyia is up! If you like Fantasy, Romance, and the Captive Prince series, this may just be for you! I was inspired to write this story after reading C.S. Pacat’s work! 

Excerpt from Ch. 15:  That was his family crest, but he didn’t admit that. Lorain nobles usually got their family crests to show their status and their family. He was taking a huge risk showing it, but for some reason it didn’t bother him. Chances were, Mila didn’t even recognize the crest. He hadn’t recognized Iris after all.

“I’ve had to carry around my duty as well,” he said quietly, “so, I understand that feeling.”

Mila stared at the tattoo, his brow scrunched. He recognized the symbol, but from where? He glanced up at Iris, eyes searching for the memory. “Iris who are you–”

Interested? Follow this link to the full story!: https://www.wattpad.com/story/157835240-panasyia

(This story is for a Mature Audience) 

Panasyia is an original Wattpad story inspired by the Captive Prince Trilogy. Follow Iris, a newly sold slave as he’s sent to the country of Panasyia where he will be presented to the Crown Prince Mila as a gift for the union of Lorai and Panasyia. As Iris tries to figure out a way to escape this new life of his, Mila finds himself at the mercy of the Panasyia noble court. 

Currently I am fixing the disconnect I’ve noticed in the story, and adding more/different content! It is drawing closer to an end so please stay tuned and let me know what you think of the story ^- 

**This is a story for a Mature audience**

https://www.wattpad.com/story/157835240-panasyia-editing-changing

Another Panasyia Chapter has been added on Wattpad Check it out below! 

Link: https://www.wattpad.com/764931099-panasyia-thirteen

(Please note that this story is for a mature audience)