me rebloging like crazy ae&pete / can&tin staff because I’m done watching love by chance and I can’t breathe

- How does it feel after a dinner with me?

- Good! I was nervous in the beginning, but I’m feeling very comfortable in your company! You are very handsome and nice too.

- Thanks! You too! You are stunning! Are you so comfortable, that you are ready to take another step forward?

- I was almost sure that this first date with a stranger would end with just a dinner, but I must admit that I’m curious to take it further… Do you have any suggestions?

- I have a room here at the hotel, so we can go there if you want?

- That sounds nice! But I promised my husband to call him if I decided to follow you somewhere!

- No problem! Of course you shall call your husband!

- Two more things… I’m not ready to stay overnight this first time and I want you to wear a condom! Is that ok with you?

- Of course! I really want you to feel comfortable, so that’s no problem for me!

Squirting

Just felt like sharing. I never share personal information on here but What the heck!

So I always thought I was incapable of squirting. But after a long day at work I was touching myself. I was scrolling through porn but also flipping through social media. It was kind of a half ass lazy tired masturbation.

About an hour goes by still haven’t came because I’m not really trying. Just lazy handing it, just cause. Right as I am about to go to bed, I figure it’s time to get the job done so I can get to sleep.

Because the build up was so much longer than usual (I can cum in like 2 minutes just to knock the urge and get the job done) I squirted LITTERALLY EVERYWHERE. Sheets, mattress pad soaked through…. Guys I had to FLIP my mattress over. Lot of work for clean up but 10 out of 10. I’m fucking relaxed.

Furthermore I sell videos of myself and so I often take videos as I masturbate to offer up to people. So I caught my first time on video and I think that’s fucking beautiful. If anyone is interested please message me!!!

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Title: Imperfectly Perfect
Author:@bohoartist
Rating: NC-17/ Explicit
Length: 5541 words
Pairing: MSR

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“So, I’m going to take tomorrow to relax, do some laundry, and then I’ll wrap up the rest of the paperwork on Sunday,” Scully says to Mulder as they enter her apartment, her suitcase thudding against the hardwood floor. 

“Sounds good to me,” Mulder responds, handing over her carry-on luggage in order to dig into his pockets. “Oh, wait, hold on.” He searches through first his right pants pocket, then his left, pulling out pieces of lint and a random penny before checking the inside pocket of his blazer. “Ah, there we go, don’t forget to add this.” He hands her a crumpled receipt, a thread dangling from it’s creased corner. 

An eyebrow shoots up as she carefully unwraps the paper ball, taking a quick glance at the writing. “Mulder, I’m not adding this to the expense report.” 

“What? Why not? It’s not everyday the airport Carl’s Jr has a three-for-one deal on Double Western Bacon Cheeseburgers!”

“God, I still can’t believe you ate all three of those on the plane. You’re going to have some intense heartburn tonight, Mulder.”

“Hey, you had a chance to claim one of those. You could have saved me from myself,” he smirks.

She rolls her eyes as she neatly folds the paper back up and slips her hand inside his blazer to deposit the receipt back in his pocket. “When have I ever been able to manage that?”

“You have a point.” His voice lowers when the back of her fingers graze against his abdomen. 

They stay there, in the open doorway of her apartment, her hand lingering far too long on his torso before pulling back to her own side. They both know they are both stalling. Ever since their impromptu New Year’s kiss last month, they can both feel the temperature rising around them. It’s become harder and harder for them to say goodnight, the hesitation to leave the other’s presence is palpable. 

Just last night Scully had to retreat to an ice-cold shower after their goodnight hug lasted about fifteen seconds too long past the point of normalcy between work partners. The motel’s hot-water worked fine, but the burning of her skin where his fingers had slipped underneath the hem of her sweater was enough to warm up the frigid bathroom alone.

“Well, I guess I’d better get going. I should probably feed my fish. I don’t think Frohike is the most reliable of fish-sitters.” Mulder rubs the back of his head, his words saying goodbye but his body remaining in the doorway.

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Title: Imperfectly Perfect
Author:@bohoartist
Rating: NC-17/ Explicit
Length: 5541 words
Pairing: MSR

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“So, I’m going to take tomorrow to relax, do some laundry, and then I’ll wrap up the rest of the paperwork on Sunday,” Scully says to Mulder as they enter her apartment, her suitcase thudding against the hardwood floor. 

“Sounds good to me,” Mulder responds, handing over her carry-on luggage in order to dig into his pockets. “Oh, wait, hold on.” He searches through first his right pants pocket, then his left, pulling out pieces of lint and a random penny before checking the inside pocket of his blazer. “Ah, there we go, don’t forget to add this.” He hands her a crumpled receipt, a thread dangling from it’s creased corner. 

An eyebrow shoots up as she carefully unwraps the paper ball, taking a quick glance at the writing. “Mulder, I’m not adding this to the expense report.” 

“What? Why not? It’s not everyday the airport Carl’s Jr has a three-for-one deal on Double Western Bacon Cheeseburgers!”

“God, I still can’t believe you ate all three of those on the plane. You’re going to have some intense heartburn tonight, Mulder.”

“Hey, you had a chance to claim one of those. You could have saved me from myself,” he smirks.

She rolls her eyes as she neatly folds the paper back up and slips her hand inside his blazer to deposit the receipt back in his pocket. “When have I ever been able to manage that?”

“You have a point.” His voice lowers when the back of her fingers graze against his abdomen. 

They stay there, in the open doorway of her apartment, her hand lingering far too long on his torso before pulling back to her own side. They both know they are both stalling. Ever since their impromptu New Year’s kiss last month, they can both feel the temperature rising around them. It’s become harder and harder for them to say goodnight, the hesitation to leave the other’s presence is palpable. 

Just last night Scully had to retreat to an ice-cold shower after their goodnight hug lasted about fifteen seconds too long past the point of normalcy between work partners. The motel’s hot-water worked fine, but the burning of her skin where his fingers had slipped underneath the hem of her sweater was enough to warm up the frigid bathroom alone.

“Well, I guess I’d better get going. I should probably feed my fish. I don’t think Frohike is the most reliable of fish-sitters.” Mulder rubs the back of his head, his words saying goodbye but his body remaining in the doorway.

Scully nods her head in reluctance, “Yeah that’s probably wise. Well, goodnight, Mulder. I’ll see you Monday,” she says as she steps into his embrace. She presses herself tight against him.

“Yeah, I’ll see you Monday,” he whispers into her hair. He is hunched over her, ignoring the pain in his back, desperate to not let her go, desperate to find the courage to stay. 

The feeling of their bodies pressed tight sends an intense, throbbing heat deep inside their bellies. A charge passes between them, a silent decision made, and he turns his head as she does the same, their lips crashing together. They gasp, inhaling the other’s exhalation, their tongues meeting together mid-air before their mouths follow suit.

It is unknown who manages to slam the door shut, but Mulder reaches down, hooking his hands under her ass and hoisting her against the wood, pressing into her. They kiss like they argue, relentless, neither side giving in, until the need for air becomes too much. They break the seal of their mouths and press their foreheads together, willing their hearts to slow down. 

“God, Scully,” he breathes. “Are you sure about this?”

She swallows, gulping down any possible remaining doubt. She nods. “Yes. Yes, Mulder.” She latches her mouth to his neck before raising up and pressing her lips against his ear. “Don’t you know that I have wanted you for so long?”

Mulder moans in response, “My God, I can’t wait to be inside you.” He turns her around, gripping her body to his and points them towards her bedroom, only to forget the discarded luggage at their feet.

“Shit!” Mulder shouts, unable to balance Scully’s weight in his arms as his feet fight to remain on the ground. Fortunately, her FBI training comes in handy and she leaps from his arms, landing catlike on her feet.

They stand facing each other, chests heaving with lost breath. Mulder looks her up and down before muttering, “God, that was hot.” He kicks the bags out of the way and they are immediately on each other again, turning towards her hallway. The sounds of their smacking lips and gasps for air echo off the walls around them. Mulder tries to blindly guide her back toward the bedroom, but finds his trajectory is a tad off when he slams her into the back of the couch. 

A series of several things happen simultaneously and yet seemingly in a slow motion sequence that, when Mulder looks back upon the events of this momentous evening, would astound him for years to come. 

The force with which Mulder slams his partner into the back of her sofa results first in fear, on Mulder’s part that he had hurt her, followed rapidly by arousal which was piggy-backing off a slight shock when he saw the way Dana Scully’s pupils dilated at impact coupled with the obvious groan that escaped from betwixt her lips. This incredible discovery that his partner, the enigmatic and stoic Dr. Dana Scully might perhaps like things a little on the rough side would have to be ruminated on at a later date, because right now, the light around him began to dance in an odd pattern. 

This wasn’t any kind of metaphor, the light was literally dancing, as in the far periphery of his vision he saw her table-side lamp teeter on the edge of the surface, surely headed for its eventual demise. With a grace and speed that Mulder would later discover was the most suave thing he would pull off that night, he reached out one handed, the other hand wrapped firmly around Sculy’s waist, and deftly caught the tumbling lamp, righting it into a much more stable position. 

“Now that was hot,” Scully mutters as she climbs up his body once again, attempting to hop into his arms. However, a misplaced thigh makes contact with a very sensitive and very erect penis, causing Mulder to yelp, sending his arm swinging wildly into every single last picture-frame that surrounds the previously endangered lamp. 

“Shit, I’m sorry, Scully!” He gasps as she sucks at a previously unknown spot behind his ear that somehow was invisibly connected to the head of his cock. 

“S’okay,” she mutters against his skin, “forget about it.” 

Mulder groans with the realization that Scully is so turned on right now that not only does she not seem to care that he probably broke all of her frames, but that she is particularly keen with leaving them as they lay.  He swallows her whimpered reply as his tongue writhes against hers, the hardness of his body bending her slightly backwards over the edge of the couch. He can feel her wiggle and move, the one functioning brain cell he has left telling him that she is slipping off her heels and there is about to be quite the height difference, but unfortunately the rest of him is lost inside Dana Scully’s mouth. It’s not until he has a mouth full of eyebrow that he realizes she just lost several inches. 

Not wanting to stop anything for fear of never returning to this moment, he bends down, angling his body in a way that he knows is resulting in his ass sticking out at an awkward angle but he could not care less because Scully was currently sucking on his tongue and jesus christ how is it that he can feel that in his pants and damn holy mary mother of god and if she’s that good at sucking his tongue he might just blow his load right here if she sinks to her knees and 

“Aww fuck!” he yells, his hands immediately grasping at the spasming muscles of his lower back. His body snaps into an extreme upright position to relieve the shooting pains that bolt down his spine, or at least he would have been fully upright, if Scully’s teeth had let go of his lip. “Motherfuck–!!” 

“Oh, God! Mulder! I’m so sorry! Oh shit!” She exclaims before slapping a hand over her mouth in horror as she watches a perfectly round bead of blood ball up on that luscious bottom lip all the while he holds his body as arched as a bow pulled taught, both hands supporting his back like a mother about to go into labor.

“God, Mulder, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me, I just, I – here,” she takes his hand and guides him into the kitchen, bending him over the counter so she can press her fist into the knotted muscle bunching up his back. She works her weight into him, the knot loosening enough for him to stand upright. He gives his back an experimental twist, the popping of his spine allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief. 

“Thank you. Damn you’re good at that.”

“I’m glad that medical license is good for something,” she smirks. “Let’s take care of that lip.” she crosses to her freezer retrieving an ice cube and wrapping it in a dish towel. She steps close to him, pressing the compress gently to his lip. “I’m so sorry, Mulder.”

He shakes his head in forgiveness. He hated that she was feeling bad for their little mishap, but he would be lying if he said his lip wasn’t throbbing. The dish towel isn’t enough he thinks, so he grasps her by the wrist and takes the cold compress from her hand. He unwraps the ice cube, throwing the towel into the sink and shoving the ice against his lip. 

“Well, Mulder, if you’re not going to use the protection of the towel, at least keep the ice moving so it’s not just sitting there,” she takes the cube from his hands and slowly drags it back and forth across his swollen bottom lip, the wetness it leaves behind glistening under the amber light of her kitchen. 

He loses himself in her eyes. All of the pain forgotten as he counts the shades of blue in her irises. Neither notice that the ice cube is melting a lot faster now. Like magnets, their bodies are impelled to move closer as Scully continues to glide the ice back and forth, back and forth until the cube is melted down into nothing but a sliver. Mulder reaches out with his tongue, guiding the ice into his mouth, her finger following. He grasps her wrist and gently sucks on the digit and Scully’s breathing grows exponentially quicker. Without warning, she pushes forward across the last few remaining inches between them, crushing her mouth to his, her finger still trapped between his lips. 

Mulder growls and lets go of her wrist so that he can grab hold of her ass with both hands, pulling her body tight against his. His hips have taken on a mind of his own, swiveling and twisting, nudging his erection against the softness low on her stomach. She gasps at his hardness. Somehow she manages to work her hand between their bodies to trace her palm against the ridge of him causing him to surge into her hand.

“Goddamn it, Scully,” he gasps and lifts her up, turning them both so that he can deposit her on her kitchen table. He pulls back to take in the image of her, reclined upon the table, propped on her bent elbows. Her lips are red and swollen and of all the looks of hers he has catalogued in that brilliant mind of his, he is sure he has never seen this one, this predatory gleam in her eyes. Her breasts are heaving, pushing against the buttons of her blouse, her legs slightly spread, skirt riding high upon her hips. He takes a deep breath through his nose. He can smell her. That scent drives something deep and primal in his very core and without realizing he is doing so he reaches down to squeeze at his cock through his slacks.

“Jesus,” Scully breathes in response, her head falling back on her neck. There is one pure drip of sweat slowly spilling over the curve of her collarbone. She follows it with the tip of her finger, keeping her eyes glued to Mulder, before reaching down to hike her skirt up higher. She blinks and widens her legs. 

Mulder hums in approval and taking a seat he pulls the chair up to the table, ready to partake in this feast. He slides his hands up the inside of her thighs until he gets to the heat of her center. She trembles as he ever-so-softly runs a knuckle over the dampness of her underwear so he has to do it again, if just to see that shiver run up and down her body once more. He presses harder and her hips begin to undulate, desperate to increase the pressure. He slips one finger under the edge of her panties, and finding her soaking wet, sends up a prayer of praise to a god he doesn’t even believe in. 

Reaching up under her skirt, he grasps her underwear at the waist and pulls them down and off of her, tossing them behind him. He licks his lips and looks up to see her watching him. The heat in their gaze is too much, and she collapses off her elbows, lying flat upon the wooden table. 

The feeling of his breath coming into contact with her pussy is enough to put her right at the edge of the deep end. And as he begins to devour her, she sends up her own thanks to the creator. God bless that nose. God bless sunflower seeds. God bless those pen caps she yells at him for sucking and chewing on. She is only momentarily shocked at just how obscene she knows she must look, one hand clamped to her own clothed breast, the other shoved into this hair, her hips rising and falling and shamelessly fucking his face. But her brain has no more bandwidth to feel anything but pleasure. She feels him sucking her clit into his mouth, pulsing his tongue against the nerves and her back arches up off the table, her ass and the top of her head the only parts remaining connected to the surface. 

He is drowning in her and he absolutely does not care. If it’s his time to go, then he is glad it is spent in between her legs, feasting on her nectar. The way she shoves his face against her makes his head swim, or it may be the lack of air, but who the hell cares when you’re dining on Dana Scully. Her moans give way to utterances of his name and he is in heaven. 

Her hips have stopped moving and her legs have clamped tighter around his head and she keeps saying his name; she must be close. 

“Mulder!”

He picks up the pace of his tongue.

“Mulder!”

He slides a finger inside her while he sucks on her–

“Mulder!” This time, the cry of his name is coupled with her fingers tugging up hard on his hair. 

“Ow, what the fuck?!” he looks up at her from between her legs.

“Stop! My brother is staring at us.”

Wait, what? Maybe he really wasn’t getting enough air, because he could have sworn she said her brother was staring at them. He decides to voice his confusion. “Wait, what?”

She points over head at the refrigerator, her index finger leading his vision to settle upon the photograph of Captain Bill Scully Jr with his wife and child all smiling at them in their act of carnal sin. 

He looks back at Scully, “Bedroom?”

She looks relieved. “Yes, please.”

Using that wonderful sense of unspoken communication they have, they somehow make it out of her kitchen, down the hall, and into her bedroom while seemingly attached at the tongues. And they only knocked down one picture off a wall. Inside her bedroom, Mulder tosses Scully onto the bed before climbing up himself, covering her body with his own. He settles between her legs and makes love to her mouth, moving his hands to her breasts. Without looking, he begins guiding buttons through their holes until they both hear the sound of plastic clinking off the hardwood of her floors. 

Scully gasps and pulls back to look down at the spot on her shirt where a button should be, then off the side of the bed, where said button has disappeared. Mulder, finding the act of him tearing open her shirt incredibly hot, groans and buries his face into her cleavage, sucking at the lace of her bra.

She pushes against his shoulders. “Mulder, what the hell?”

He stops, looks up and sighs, “Seriously?”

She props herself up on her elbows and gestures to her torn blouse. “This shirt is Dolce and Gabbana!”

Mulder furrows his brow in confusion. “Um…ok…I’m sorry? Look, I’ll buy you another dulcet garbanza shirt later, let’s just…” He bends down to lick at the plumpness of her breast once more, but yet again, she pulls away.

“Dolce and Gabbana, Mulder,” she enunciates, lips turning to a pout. “It was really expensive.”

He concedes. “I’m sorry, Scully. I really am. I just got too excited, I mean can you blame me?” he smirks. “I promise, I really will buy you another. In fact I’ll buy you two.” 

The corners of her lips turn upwards and she nods, turning her head to grant him access to her neck. He licks the salt of her skin there, gently biting down as he sucks, getting impossibly harder at the thought that he might leave his mark on her. He pulls down one cup of her bra to thumb at her nipple. He is encouraged by the feeling of her fingers winding into his chestnut hair…that is until yet again, she tugs him up and off of her. 

She sits up and maneuvers herself out from under him and off the bed. “You know what? I’m just gonna…”

“Scully? What?”

“I just want to find the button, maybe it can be fixed.”

“Ugh!” he exclaims in frustration. He pulls off his shirt and throws it across the room before turning and flopping onto his back, throwing an arm over his eyes. He’s not sure how much longer he’s going to stay sane.

She spots the shiny disc resting against the leg of her bedside table. She picks it up, a victorious smile on her face, and puts it carefully on top of her dresser. She takes off her shirt and folds it before placing it next to the button. Looking up she notices Mulder on the bed in the mirror and immediately is overcome with guilt. He looks so pathetic there, flopped back on the bed, arm over his face, and a giant bulge in his pants that she swears she can see throb through the fabric. She takes off her bra, placing it on top of her shirt, and crawls across the foot of the bed. 

She runs her hands up the firm muscles of his legs, gliding across the ridge of his erection and comes to rest at his waistband. She deftly pops the button free and glides the zipper down. She bends over and rubs her face against him like a cat, purring in pleasure. She looks up to spot that she now definitely has his attention. If she is catlike in her adoration, he is pure puppy, eyes wide in anticipation, mouth salivating with hunger. 

She reaches inside his trousers and struggles at first with pulling him all the way out, so he wiggles his pants down a bit to help her. She is stunned. She thinks in all of her years of medical school, with all her training, she has never seen a penis this…intense. 

The lack of movement on her part causes him to sit up. “Everything ok? What’s wrong?” he worries. 

“Nothing!” She is quick to alleviate his fears but cannot get over the sheer length and girth of him. “I just… you’re… God, Mulder, you’re huge!” 

He laughs, simultaneously proud and a little nervous. “Um, I guess, um, thank you.”

She grasps him at the root and slides her hand to the top, barely able to get her fingers to touch around him. “I just…Mulder!” she effuses, “I’ve seen you before, but you’ve always been, ya know, at ease. I’ve never seen you all…God, you’re like a porn star!”

“Ok, I’m uh, I’m getting a little self conscious here.”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, you’re just…wow.” She pays her respects to his impressive manhood by licking up his shaft, from balls to tip, swirling around the head and licking up the clear liquid gathered at the top. She slips him in her mouth, working him to the side, pushing the head of his cock against the inside of her check and popping him out again. 

“Jesus, who’s like a porn star now?” he mutters in awe.

She takes him in again, bobbing up and down, working him deeper into her mouth with each pass. She feels his hand rest atop her head and she looks up at him in warning, but he understands and nods at her, his unspoken promise to not push her down.  She scoots up a bit, angling her body to arch over his, giving her throat some room to work as she tries to get him deeper. But as his cock pushes at the back of her mouth, the muscles of her throat clench, causing Scully to quickly lift off of him, eyes watering as she gags. 

“You ok?” he asks.

But she can’t speak yet, just holds up a finger as a sign to wait. She swipes at the tears on her cheek and slows her breathing down, focusing on each breath. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. 

Soon, she is relaxed once more and turns back to Mulder, who still has a concerned look on his face. “You sure you’re ok.”

“Mmhmm,” she assents, bending for his dick yet again, this time though, concentrating on the head. She pumps her hand over the area she can’t get to with her mouth. Reaching down, she drags her nails over his balls.

This is too much. Mulder yelps and grimaces, pulling her up and flipping them over. He removes the remainder of their clothing and settles back between her spread legs, thrusting against her wet center. She responds in kind. Working her hips up and down, gliding her lips over the length of this cock. He kisses her forehead. He kisses her eyelids. He kisses her nose and then her mouth, moving down over her throat, wiggling his body down to lick at the erect nipples he finds. He sucks one into his mouth, pinching and smoothing over the other. He switches sides and repeats his actions.

He wants to worship her. He lifts his head up and purses his lips to blow cool air over her saliva-slick breasts, the nipples hardening even further. He reaches out with his tongue to dance over it, swirling round and round and flicking over the tip. 

She is in a continuous moan, pleasure leaving her lips as he continues down her body, pressing wet kisses along her abdomen. Heaven. This is what the afterlife is, she thinks. Or at least she hopes it is; to spend eternity being adored this way by Mulder. He comes back to her mouth, their tongues entwine. 

“Are you sure about this?” he asks.

“Yes,” she answers back.

He looks deep into her eyes, his mood sombering. “You know, there is no turning back after this.”

“Mulder, I don’t want to go back. This,” she gestures between them “is all I have ever wanted for so long.” 

He nods in agreement, words won’t suffice any longer. He reaches down and places the head of his erection against her, pushing forward.

Nothing happens. He tries again. It’s like pushing against a wall. She reaches down, spreading her lips to help, tilting her hips up to his as they lower. The tip is barely in when she yelps. 

“Ow! Ok, hold on.”

“Scully, you gotta relax.”

“I am. I told you. You’re huge. Like, freakishly large.”

“Wow, freakish? Really, Scully?”

She shrugs in response. 

“Maybe you’re just freakishly tiny, you ever think of that?” he mutters under his breath as he starts kissing down her body again.

She giggles, the situation hilarious and absurd, but she’s excited to feel his tongue on her clit again. Except that’s not where his tongue is right now. It seems to have stopped its southward journey to stop at an odd location on her lower abdomen.

“Mulder?”

“Hmm?” 

“Are you…are you licking my gunshot scar?”

He pops his head up. “Yeah. Is that weird? That’s weird isn’t it?”

“Mmhmm, yeah!”

Chagrinned, he lowers his head to continue, but Scully grabs his shoulder. “Just get back up here,” she laughs. “What we need here is lubricant.”

With him hovering above her, she leans over to look through her bedside drawer. She rifles through the contents, pulling out a vibrator, a package of batteries, and an odd egg-shaped contraption, before victoriously pulling out the bottle of KY.

Mulder looks on in awe of the amount of sexual items Scully has at her disposal. “Jesus, Scully.”

“What? Seven years is a long time, Mulder.”

He shakes his head in amusement. “Don’t I know it. Pop that sucker open.”

She flips the top open and pours a generous amount of the clear liquid in her hand. Reaching down she spreads the lube over his engorged flesh, pumping him up and down, smiling at the moaning he can’t seem to control. She pours a little more in her hand and swipes it between her legs for good measure before tossing the bottle back in the drawer. 

Finally, he slides inside her. He pushes into her waiting body, this time the sensation full of pleasure instead of pain. She revels in the feel of her pussy stretching around him. She swears she can feel the ridge of every vein pulsing deep inside her. 

“God, yes,” she mutters, spreading her legs wider around him as he slowly works to a steady rhythm. She reaches down with both hands, grabbing hold of his flexing buttocks as he pumps into her body. 

He is holding himself up over her body, elbows straight and locked. He looks down to watch his cock, deep purple and pulsating, plunging deep inside her, and pulling out, streaked in her wetness. It’s too much to look at, so he lifts his head…

…and is inches from the wall. Due to their significant differences in height, he has to be up as far as he can at the head of her bed in order to be in this position, but with all the mishaps that have happened tonight, he is not about to stop. 

Fortunately, she looks up and spots his predicament and pushes firmly against his shoulders, moving him to his back. She climbs up his body and sinks back down onto his cock. 

“Mmm, much better,” he exclaims, and he doesn’t just mean his comfort. At this vantage point he gets to use his hands and watch her perfect tits bounce in front of his face. He reaches up and uses both hands to stimulate her swollen nipples while she grinds on his lap. 

“Fuck yes!” she yells, the pleasure too much. She plants both hands on his chest and picks up the pace, using the toned muscles of her thighs to lift her body up and slam back down on him. 

He grabs her by the hips and helps her bounce faster and faster. He takes one hand and grabs hers, bringing it to his mouth to lick over her palm and suck her fingers.

But it’s not long before he realizes that this is in fact the hand she used to lube them up, the bitter taste assaulting his tongue. He gags, but he is determined to not stop, especially with his partner currently using her other hand to furiously swipe at her clit while she rides him, breasts jouncing and her mouth open wide in ecstasy. This is what he tries to focus on, not the disgusting taste that is working its way down his throat. He can’t help the grimace from showing on his face. 

She notices. “What’s wrong,” she pants, slowing down. 

“Nothing, ugh, nothing, I just got lube in my mouth, keep going.”

She giggles and rolls her eyes but gets back to the task at hand, resuming her ride on his stiff cock. 

She feels so good, twitching around him, but he can swear the intensity of the taste of lube is growing on his tongue. He sticks it out in a vain attempt to escape the bitterness. His tongue flops outside his mouth as his body bounces with her fucking him hard. But it’s not going away. He reaches for a pillow and brings it to his mouth and repeatedly scrapes it against his tongue, desperate to get rid of the taste.

She is so close. She opens her eyes to look down at him just in time to see him scrape his tongue with her pillow. The guffaw that lets loose from her lips surprises both of them. “Mulder, you’re such a child,” she laughs at him, grabbing the pillow and tossing it across the room.

“It’s not funny!” he whines. “You don’t even know how gross that shit is!” he leans over and retrieves the bottle of lube. He flips her back and hovers above her, flipping open the top of the bottle. “Let’s see how you like it!”

“No! Mulder!” She laughs, playfully hitting at him and ducking her head at his threat.

“What’s wrong, Scully? You don’t wanna try it?” he giggles as he pretends to pour the lube out. “Oh fuck!” he screams when she digs a finger under his ribs, finding the one uncontrollably ticklish spot on his body. “Oh God, stop!”

She laughs harder at his plea, but relents and swipes a tongue over his nipple as a peace offering. 

He grunts and sits up on his knees. He reaches for her hips and without warning, lifts her pelvis up and shoves her down onto his cock, her ass in his lap, her back on the bed. The sounds their bodies make as he roughly moves her hips over his are deliciously obscene and further stoke the fire between them.

“God, you are so fucking wet. So wet, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes. God, don’t stop, Mulder.”

The biceps flex with the effort of manipulating her body, veins bulging, but he will be damned if he stops. He watches her, breasts bouncing, sweat glistening on her body, her skin flushing a deep pink. “Touch yourself, Scully. Come for me,” he demands.

She is so overcome she can’t speak. She rubs at her swollen clit, far rougher than he ever would, the tension building in her body. One by one, her muscles clench in anticipation of her climax. She closes her eyes as the building tide becomes almost unbearable, robbing her of breath. 

“No!” he shouts. “Open your eyes, Scully. Look at me when you come.” 

She screams as she is finally pushed off the cliff. Her body stiffens and quakes, her hands mindlessly reaching at her sides like fish suddenly finding themselves without water. The feeling of her pussy tightening like a fist around him is too much and with a shout mirroring hers, he pumps jet after jet, his cock emptying inside of her.

They are both spent. He is still inside her, sitting on his knees, leaning back, sweat dripping from his face. She is motionless on the bed, her ass still in his lap, eyes closed as she tries to get her breathing back under control.

“Did we just….together?” she pants.

He opens his eyes and smiles. “Simultaneous orgasms. And they said it couldn’t be done. God. I feel like I should high-five you.”

She manages to lift an eyebrow without opening her eyes. “Even after all that tonight, we managed to be in sync when it counted.” 

“You see, Scully? No matter what, we always manage to make it work.” He winks at her before seamlessly dodging the pillow she tosses at his head. 

He carefully slips out of her body and stands up heading for her bathroom. He stops midway, rubbing at his chest. 

“What is it?” Scully asks.

“You have any Tums, Scully? I think maybe I’m getting heartburn.”

“Three cheeseburgers, Mulder. Three. I told you so.”

Second Time

A sequel to First Time.

Lee has the extraordinary ability of possessing other. And what’s more is that hosts remember their possessions but believe themselves to be acting of their own will. Lee used this ability to possess his straight crush Diego and hit on himself. Diego now believed he was gay, a jock, and madly in love with Lee.

The two men have now been dating for a month. The relationship was going well, but Lee believed it was time to move things ahead.

Diego having been entirely straight for most of his life, was resistant to going out to gay bars, dressing slutty, and bottoming. Lee wished his new boyfriend would come out of his shell a bit more and knew how he could do that.

Lee hasn’t used his powers on Diego since the first time. He was nervous that possessing Diego would create unwanted changes in his personality. He loved the feeling of being in his hot muscular body and would love to fuck someone as Diego, but that would turn Diego into a cheater.

Lee devised a plan and set it into motion over lunch with Diego.

“Hey Diego, I know you’re not ready to try bottoming yet, but there was one thing I thought we could try.”

“Oh what’s that, babe?”

“I have this kink, uh I like it when guys fuck me, ride me, suck me, play with me when I’m asleep.”

“Huh… that’s kinda weird and specific.”

“Most kinks are. It’s okay, we don’t have to get into it, but if you ever want to wake me up with a blow job, go for it haha.”

They continued on with lunch and the two made plans to meet up at Lee’s the next night.

The next day was Saturday and Lee had woken up early. He knew Diego had the day off work and would still be sleeping. He concentrated and removed his astral form from his body, leaving it sleeping in bed.

Lee’s astral form raced to Diego’s apartment and easily entered his sleeping body.

Lee opened his borrowed eyes to find himself in Diego’s room, in Diego’s hot body. He took his time caressing getting off on his boyfriend’s body before heading out for the day.

His first stop was a sex shop in the city’s gay village. He picked out some hot underwear, mesh shirts, jewelry, lube, and butt plugs.

Lee rushed back home eager to put Diego’s hole to work.

“Hmm, yeah, this feels so good, I gotta keep this hole trained for my man.” Lee moaned with the new buttplut all the way in. “I’m gonna be your bottom bitch, Lee!”

Lee continued having fun in Diego’s body until it was time to bring that beautiful bod back to his place. He got dressed in his new slutty clothes and drove to his apartment.

Lee opened his unlocked apartment door. “Hey honey, you here? I got something to show you.”

He walked to the bedroom and found his naked body sleeping face up on the bed, just as he left this morning.

“Ah, I see,” Lee winked in Diego’s body, “say no more.”

Lee quickly took off his clothes and crawled onto the bed. He brought his head down took a big snif of his original body’s crotch.

“I love your cock Lee, I just need it inside me.” Lee smiled and giggled to himself.

He went down on himself and in time his sleeping body involuntarily got hard and started moaning.

“Ahh, your moans are such a turn on. I need this cock in my hole now.” Lee lubed up his sleeping body’s cock and his new hole.

He rode that dick ferociously, bucking his hips back and forth, moaning with pleasure. Lee felt Diego’s body read to climax and quickly jumped in his old self. Diego now in control of his body came all over Lee’s chest who came right after.

“Damn, Lee, that was incredible. I’m going to have you more often,” Diego said as he got of his boyfriend’s dick.