He/Him. Straight Kinky Switch. 40s.
From that there Twitter.
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The ice cube melted against her collarbone, a single drip tracing her chest. He dragged the freezing edge lower, grazing her hard nipple until she gasped. Catching the runoff with his tongue, he bit the very tip lightly, then sucked as his hand gripped high between her thighs. “You’re mine!”
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Whenever someone mentions going for a picnic I always think about finding a secluded spot where some cheeky nudity can occur. Maybe a cheeky blowjob or a cheeky fingering, obscured by the picnic accoutrement.
Eyes locked, a silent intro.
He leaned in, breath hot.
His thumb hooking her jaw,
Guiding her head south.
One hand unfurls his growing cock.
The other splayed possessively against her crown.
A curious mouth poised.
His unfamiliar length, angled with purpose.
“Wait for it!”
At last they meet!
#W1PP
Thin walls were a tease.
The frantic slapping of skin turned into a roar.
Sharp, unfiltered screams usually reserved for him.
His guttural growls resonated.
Leaning in, heart racing.
His wife’s unfiltered cries for another man’s cock echoed.
Every wet, heavy thrust thudded against the wall.
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She beckons him in. “I have something exquisite for you.”Her hand grips a woman’s shoulder. Instinctively he sheds his waistband. His swollen cock revealed. The present devoutly kneeling, opens her mouth wide. Standing tall, his wife directs his length into the open, hungry gift. “Good girl!”
#W1PP
He traced the lines of her folds,
Her skin smooth and supple under his hands.
Pushing lower, parting her warmth as she arched against him with a low gasp.
Every slick, seamless slide of his fingers deep inside her velvety cunt was pure saturated pleasure.
#W1PP
Chilled lubricant glided over her flesh like melted silk. She pulled the heavy, black latex hood down - a seamless, tight protection. It gripped her jaw, a sacred smooth second skin caught in dim light. Nothing exists except the texture of the rubber & the devoted rhythm of her own breathing.
#W1PP
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She strapped on the harness, spitting into her palm and slicking it slowly. He bent forward, exposed.
“Beg,” she commanded.
“Please, I need it.”
She smirked and pressed in slowly - deliberate, dominant - drawing a long moan. She owned him completely, and they both loved it.
#W1PP
Lace
Happy hump day and good timezone, lovely bsky peeps 💖
It's time for another Weekly One Post Prompt, and as it feels like my little part of the world is slowly melting, the new word is...
Drip 💧 (or any inflection of it)
Do with it as you will ... as long as it fits into a single post 😈
#W1PP
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Happy hump day and good timezone, lovely bsky peeps 💖
It's time for another Weekly One Post Prompt, and the new word is...
Need 🥺 (or any inflection of it)
Do with it as you will ... as long as it fits into a single post 😈
And don't forget to add a #W1PP tag so I can find all your great writes.
