#Sexy mother fucker

[frank-o-meter]

Edward Hanlan (July 12, 1855 – January 4, 1908) was a Canadian professional sculler (rowing). In 1880, he won the World Championship in a race against Australian Edward Trickett.

In 1926, a statue of a mustachioed, shirtless Hanlan, was unveiled on the grounds of the Canadian National Exhibition.

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Day 14: Quote

Ok loves, I've decided to try something to stretch myself creatively with this challenge. I'm gonna dribble my drabble and see if I can tie each theme into an actual story that I'll write day by day! We'll see how it goes! Wish me luck!

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Warnings: Explicitly Mature content. 18+only, masturbation, PiV

Day 14: Quote

One of your hands plays circles around your clit, the other with two fingers dallying at your entrance. This might be the first time that you get off reliving something you’d already done. Usually you fantasized about something you wanted to do.

Knowing Austin might open the door at any second and find you in his erstwhile bed and masturbating gave you such a thrill. 

Your hips tuck back and forth as you play with yourself, the sheet draped over you is shaking and moving. There is no mistaking what you are doing under there. 

Your little panting grunts and the faint squelching of your fingers are the only sounds in the room as you give yourself a little orgasm.

A contented smile plays across your lips as your body relaxes.

You open your eyes to Austin standing silently in the doorway, palming his cock through the white hotel robe. You add it to the list of hottest things you’ve ever seen, nearly all of which have happened in the last 15 hours. 

Caught, you lean into it. Your smile widens and your brow twitches. You pull back the sheet, legs wide. Your whole body an invitation sent to one incomparable guest.

Words are superfluous things, wholly unneeded. 

It takes him three strides to get to the bed. In that time he has a condom out and on his dick.

You hold your wet pussy open, gaping your lips and wanting to feel every inch of him. He is immediately on you, robe and all, pushing into you. Which is exactly what you want: hard and fast and right fucking now. 

And he knows, he fucking intuits exactly that: just how hard, just how fast and is ready to deliver Right. Fucking. Now. 

He plows into you, his open robe dropping down to his elbows. Oh holy sweet mother of sexy fucking men. The vision of him thrusting draped in his robe, the feeling of being completely filled to the brim, the sound of his grunting need, all is burnt into your mind, to live completely rent-free forever. 

Fresh off your little self treat and suddenly crowded with Austin’s cock, you feel the familiar heat race deep in your belly and twist under your clit. You start to squeeze him rhythmically, hips rutting against his to suck him deeper. 

He has been watching you carefully, waiting for that tell tale breath pattern that he’s learned means you are about to pop. When he hears it, sees it, he does nothing different for a full count of thirty as you break apart on his pistoning cock. It’s the sexiest thing he’s ever seen, watching you cum. Then he is thrusting hard, letting his own pleasure ride in the wake of yours. 

You curl around him as he lays, spent on top of you. You swear you can still feel his cock pulsing out cum deep inside.  You pull him down, forcing him to give you his weight. It’s so grounding and feels so good. You lay there, floating, until each of your breaths calm.

“Sometimes the way to milk and honey is through the body,” you sigh under him. 

“I don’t think I got any milk or honey,” he turns his head towards the open door. Beyond, there is a room service cart full of silver domes. 

 “No, silly,” you giggle,”it’s a quote from one of my favorite poems.” 

“Oh, that sounds like delightful breakfast conversation,” he lifts up and off of you, disposing of the condom and going to wash his hands. “I didn’t know what you liked, so I got a bit of everything.” 

You sit up and immediately have to pee. 

“I got you a robe too,” he says when you come out of the bathroom. He indicates a white folded fabric wrapped with a paper strip. 

You rip the paper and pull it on, barely tying it around your waist. God you love how sweet Austin is. 

He really has ordered a little of everything. There are scrambled eggs, french toast, eggs benedict,  fruit, oatmeal, bacon, yogurt and a turkey sandwich with fries. 

“Coffee? Tell me your poem,” he pours when you nod. 

‘How is this man real?”’ You can’t help thinking. 

“It’s called The Way In by Linda Hogan,” you close your eyes and recite: 

Sometimes the way to milk and honey is through the body.

Sometimes the way in is a song.

But there are three ways in the world: dangerous, wounding, and beauty.” 

“There is more but that’s my favorite part,” you open your eyes. 

He seems enthralled by your mini recitation. 

“What do you like about it?” he asks you.  

”Honestly, it’s so sensual to me, like I want to drip milk and honey all over my skin when I hear that first line,” you reply. 

“Why did you say it after,” he nods his head toward the bedroom. 

“Cuz that’s what it felt like with you on me and in me: milk and honey,” you rub your tits, “And there is something to be said about the correlation between milk and cum, or honey and pussy, a little creamy honey pot or something.”

“Mmmm, that is sexy,” the way he says it, all low and drawing the /e/ out just a bit sends goosebumps down your back. 

“You know, I like this one quote by Martha Graham, “ he continues on, acting like he didn’t just turn you on again. Nah, you didn’t just look at him as if he were your next mouthful. "It’s talking about artists and essentially keeping in flow and at the end she says: 

‘There is only a queer divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.’ 

I like the idea of feeling more alive because of creativity and art.”

You nod, swallowing a mouthful of bacon, in an effort to stay somewhat calm. 

“I see that a lot, the drive to always be perfect. Persistence is the enemy of good, or something like that,” you say, “not everyone embraces the ‘more alive’ part.” 

“Perfect is the enemy of good enough, or of progress… I don't remember,” he says. 

“Maybe both,” you shrug. 

Your use of ‘both’ makes him secretly smile. 

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I just finished Green vs. Red and I really love that no matter how different they make Zenigata, no matter if they want him to be the comic relief butt of the joke character or is seriously connected to the story

He can't help but cry like this when Lupin is alive after being mistaken as dead

[contrivedcoincidences6]

Me before playing DA2: Wow everyone seems to want to romance Varric so bad.

Me literally the second he meets Hawke: LET ME ROMANCE HIM

[tayryn]

I just love them so...

...in or out of character.

They just make me happy.

[bluesquare12]

@therubirose drop that MF

[snowgirlanimations]

[aaandbackstabbed]

Goldie LOVES saying “motherfucker” and she says it about everything

[allpromarlo]

every time somebody edits kenjaku’s scars out an angel loses its wings

[mugiwara-lucy]

Even though Brooke’s dad is on my shit list….i’m happy for Brooke here 😊

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Woman in Red Ch. 8/17

Chapter 8: Be My Guest

Series Summary: She's a very successful woman who can't seem to find a partner that can keep up with her. He is just wanting to find someone who likes him for HIM, not his fame. Neither of them are prepared for what hits them when she walks into that coffee shop.

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, outdoor nudity, Unprotected PiV (play safe ya'll!), butt plug, masturbation, vaginal fingering, unprotected anal sex, unrequited shower sex.

A/N: In this story, I make no mention of birth control or condoms or STI's. Please, darlings, please love yourself enough to protect yourself appropriately when you have sex. <3

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Chapter 8: Be My Guest

Aya hears Austin’s stomach growling when she opens the bathroom door. 

“Geeze, I heard that from over there,” her arms drape around him from behind. 

“Yeah, I’m a growing boy you know,” he smiles, playing off the age gap, “do we have dinner plans for the evening?” he asks. 

“Of course, let me text…,” she grabs her phone, tapping with one hand, not finishing her sentence. Austin waits patiently, lightly rubbing her forearm.  

“OK, Dinner will be here in ten minutes. Hmmmm, whatever will we do with our time.” Aya tosses her phone and presses her mouth to his skin. She kisses down to that sensitive spot at the crook of his neck. She sinks her teeth in just enough and sucks. Her fingers play lightly at his nipples. Gooseflesh trails down his arms. 

“Oh, Mmmmm,” Austin’s eyes flutter closed. He had forgotten how triggering his neck was. He reaches around behind him and pulls her into his lap, cradling her. 

“You are incorrigible,” he whispers, hand on her jaw, “I fucking love it.” His mouth is on hers. His full lips softly playing on hers. 

They stay here, softly lost in one another.  Their lips and tongues tender, languishing in sensation. 

‘Ding, ding’ goes the door chime. Austin pulls away from her confused and looks towards the bedroom door. 

“So,” Aya sits up, nonplussed that someone just walked in her house unannounced, “you can either stay in here until she leaves, or put clothes on, she’s only 18 so… .” 

“Who.. what?” Austin reaches for his clothes, he definitely missed something. 

“Oh, sorry I must have had that conversation in my head,” she makes a face, grabbing a pink tank and pulling it over her head, “I do that sometimes. I have employed my neighbor's daughter to make us dinner. She takes care of Kato during the week and when I’m gone.” She steps into a maxi skirt, “She is a fantastic chef and as soon as she is out of culinary school I am going to hire her as my full-time personal chef.” She starts, barefoot, down the hall. 

“Oh, well I’m gonna use the restroom, then I’ll be out.” he calls down the hall, “Personal chef?” he murmurs, wondering just how wealthy she is. 

When he steps out, a feast has been laid out on the marble bar of the kitchen.  A dark haired teen, diminutive in stature is unloading the last of her bags. She is telling Aya the dishes at breakneck speed and with nary a breath taken. Austin leans on the wall just inside the hallway, listening and trying to follow along.  

“Sea scallops, obvi, and beef carpaccio with the Italian olive oil you brought me. God that is amazing stuff. Lobster ravioli with mushroom reduction, Yes it’s THE wine.” she shimmes her shoulders excitedly. “I know you SAY you don’t like it, but I brought a nice beluga caviar service, just in case it changes your mind, plus your date might like it. Really, Aya, you don’t know what you are missing. A nice cheese plate with some goat and sheep’s cheeses too because I know how you are. Then for dessert I tried my hand at basque cheesecake. I think it’s ok, but you tell me. Then I was debating some dark chocolate truffles, but they totally didn't work. I don't think I’ll ever be a chocolatier, so, knowing you need chocolate, I whipped up my dark chocolate mousse with raspberries. Who do you have over? I thought you didn’t bring dates here? They must be special. Oh hi Kato,” she follows the movement of the cat, turns and sees Austin leaning with arms crossed. 

“Oh HI! I’m…. “ she pauses,  “Wait… you’re…“ Her mouth falls open, rendering her magically silent.  The girl looks at Aya in astonishment. 

“Austin, this is Bee,” Aya introduces her. 

“Nice to meet you Bee,” he waves, his voice soothing. Dammit, his sister is right, he slipped right into 'fan mode.'

“You too, Austin, ” she recovers her voice, “Damn Aya,” she casts a sidelong glance at Aya, “You cougar, you.” Then back to Austin, “Listen, if you like my stuff, you owe me a selfie.” She smiles.

“You can have one right now if you want,”  he says with a little smile.  

“Oh no, I want to know if you like my food first,” she smiles, “I have priorities.”

“You let me know if you want me to come clean up,” she says to Aya, waggling her eyebrows. Then she whips back to Austin, pointing at him threateningly, “You had better treat her right or else.” 

“Yes Ma’am,” he says, nodding seriously. 

“Good… enjoy you two!” and she walks out the front door. 

“Wow, she’s…” Austin starts.

“A teenage girl,” Aya shrugs, “But just wait until you taste her food.”

They ate out on the deck under the stars. He was astounded by each and every dish. Truthfully, it was better than some of the fancy Micheline star places he’d been. Aya doesn’t touch the caviar and neither does he. He doesn’t  mind caviar, but he is planning on putting his mouth on hers later. 

“Text Bee and tell her I owe her a whole bevy of selfies.” he says after tasting her mousse. 

Aya just laughs. 

Bee comes back to clean up, getting pics of him eating her food, a few selfies and an autograph. He helps her clean up, he just can’t help being polite and sweet. “I like him, you should keep him,” she says to Aya as she leaves. 

Aya’s eyes go wide and her lips press together, “Bye Bee” she says tight lipped and trying not to laugh.  

Bee just giggles and walks out. 

Austin pours the end of the bottle of wine into their two waiting glasses and motions for her to lead the way. He watches as she peels off her tank top and tosses it on the couch. With a coquettish glance over her shoulder, she walks outside. 

“I love being naked outside,” she says as she grabs a glass from his hand, sipping. 

He glances around, her back yard is completely secluded with vegetation  on either side. The ocean beyond was down a steep embankment of rock. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever been naked outside,” he sets his glass down and peels his shirt off. 

She raises her eyebrows, and looks pointedly at his lower half. 

He shrugs and pulls his joggers off, leaving them in a puddle  on the deck. 

A randy smile crosses her lips. She tilts her chin towards the couch. 

He sits down, wine glass in hand, sipping. 

He gives her skirt the same look as she sidles up to him. She puffs out a breath with a slight shake of the head. She drains her wine glass instead.  She gathers the hem of her skirt in her hands and straddles his thigh. He knows she has nothing under her skirt, he watched her put it on for christ’s sake. But the feel of her nakedness against his thigh is still exhilarating. He wasn’t quite hard before, but he can feel his balls tighten under her skirt. She was right to leave it on, sexier this way. 

Aya settles down, knees on either side of his hips. 

“Sasha, dim the lights please,” she speaks as though to someone in the house. The lights lower, even the outside ones

“Who is Sasha,” Austin looks side to side nervously, painfully aware of his nudity.  

“It’s the house, silly,” she grins, “I like the whole smart house thing, so I named it. Makes it more fun.” 

He huffs out a laugh and shakes his head in slight embarrassment.  His hands slide up her thighs to her sides, moving with the expansion and contraction of her ribs. His thumbs are under her breasts and he can feel  as much as hear the vibration of the low, sexy ‘mmmm’ rumbling in her chest.  He pulls her to him, flexing his quads.

She is licking and biting her lip, looking down at him. Good lord he is agonizingly fine.

“Now for the real dessert,” she murmurs into his mouth just before she kisses him. 

 She pushes away only to let him pull her pussy lips back again over his muscular thigh. She pulls away from his lips with an audible smack. Her head falls backwards as the moon peeks out from behind a cloud, bathing her prominent tits in ethereal silver light. She looks fae. He wouldn't be surprised if she sprouted wings, pointy ears,  and horns at this point. Her panting increases as does her hip movements. He is mesmerized by her use of him, even just his thigh. 

“God I want to fuck you more,” the words slip from between his lips. 

“Do you now,” she purrs, looking down at him, her eyes seeming to glow. “And how do you want to fuck me more,” she mimics his tone and cadence for the words ‘fuck me more.’

She moves to straddle his whole lap, his cockstand pressed between them, the fabric of her skirt catching on his tip.

“Any way and all ways,” he gathers it in his hands, the stretchy waist of the maxi skirt easily allows him to pull it over her head. “That’s better, I like you naked,” he lightly runs his hands down her frame. 

He angles his hips, pressing forward and up. She lifts up, but not high enough to capture his long cock, only paint the shaft with her juices. His face is a mask of torture.

“Do you want this pussy, Austin?” she asks, her hands lock behind his neck. 

He looks up at her, hunger in his eyes, “Yes, yes I do.” 

He knows he sounded a little desperate, but he just doesn’t care. It doesn't matter that he was in her an hour ago, he wants her again.  When her hot pussy blissfully envelopes his hard cock, he realizes he might never be able to get enough of her. She is a Venus that needs to be worshiped at all costs.  He refuses to take his eyes off hers as he flexes his glutes, pressing into her. Her forehead creases, little mewls of pleasure squeak from her. It just makes him want to fuck her harder. 

So he does. 

Her ample tits bounce as he thrusts into her. He bites his lip. Lord she feels so damn good, looks so damn good, is so damn good.  He’s gonna cum if he keeps this up. 

He fills her to the brim, ramming into her over and over. She holds herself up just a bit. She could cum like this. But then she remembers something. 

She rises to her feet, pulling off him mid thrust. His eyes flash with frustration for a millisecond.

“I believe you promised me an ass fucking, Mr. Butler.” Her voice is sultry and smooth. 

His chest expands slightly,  whether from exertion, the abrupt cessation of his pleasure, or the way that she said ‘ass fucking’, she doesn’t know. 

He wasn’t going to remind her, wasn’t going to force her to make good on his mad threat from last weekend. He is actually slightly embarrassed that he even said it in his frenzy of dark mojo. Thank the lord for the bottle of wine they had already consumed, liquid courage and all. 

“I did, are you cashing in on that promise now?” his eye brows raise. He’s not well versed in anal, he’s tried it once or twice, but he’s never had a partner that really was into it.

“Oh yes,” she breathes out, running her finger tips along his shaft, “if you are ok with that.” 

“I am,” he nods, his dark self flaring up, “ but I might need some guidance, I’ve not done it much and not with much success.” 

“I got you, Austin.” she holds out a hand. “C’mon,”  she leads him toward the still open glass doors of her bedroom. 

“Just so you know,” she stops in the doorway, “it’s my plan to make you lose your mind.” 

Austin nods, capturing his rich bottom lip between his perfect teeth.

“In that case, I should inform you that I want to make you forget everything but my name when you cum,” he winks. 

“It’s Austin, right?” she teases. 

He purses his lips in a smile and narrows his eyes, but says nothing. 

She walks to the drawer beside the bed, reaches in and pulls out a clear bottle with a pump top. 

“You ok?” she asks, she’s not sure why. 

“Oh I’m more than ok,” he whispers, stepping to her and leaning into a passionate kiss. 

Aya hands him the lube, ”I'll be back in a few. when I do, you’d better have that cock lubed and ready.”

“Oh, I’ll be ready,”‘ Austin promises, his voice barely above a whisper. 

She disappears into the bathroom. 

He smiles, shaking his head to himself. 

“Jesus, that woman…” he murmurs. He is so turned on, she just hits things in him like no one else ever has. 

He positions himself by the open door, so he’ll be silhouetted by the low lights outside. He stands sideways, his hand full of lube, waiting to hear her bathroom door open. He knows how to put on a show, if nothing else. He knows just how magnetic he can be, and he wants her dripping the moment she sees him playing with himself. 

Aya steps into the bathroom and blows a long breath out into the mirror. “Fuck me, he is so unbelievably hot.’ 

She hurries to clean herself inside and out. She brushes out her long hair. She debates slipping  into a pair of red crotchless panties and a red lace crop top, but then remembers him saying he liked her naked. She pulls out her pretty steel butt plug. She is about to lube it up and push it into her ass, then she has a thought. If HE puts it in, he will be well on the way to losing his mind. She smiles deviously.

She walks out with it and a towel in her hand, Austin is standing, back lit, in front of the door.  His lean form is situated with his side to her. His back is arched, hips pushed forward so his cock juts out. The entire front of his body is outlined in the sparkly lights from the deck as he strokes himself slowly. She can hear his breathy moans. 

“Oh… my,” she is barely audible and stopped in her tracks, “You are so fucking sexy.” 

Dropping the towel on the bed, she quickly closes the distance between them, pressing her mouth to his in desperate need. His free hand wraps around her back, feeling just as needy. 

“You are…” she hesitates, panting slightly, “are you trying to make me lose control, Austin?” 

“Oh yes,” he growls into her mouth, pleased at her reaction. 

She almost loses it, almost shoves him down on the bed to ravish him. Almost slides her legs on either side of him. Almost pushes herself onto that gorgeous cock. Almost. She takes a big breath, tensing her jaw. She is determined to stay in control of herself. 

“Come over here,” she hooks a finger around his and leads him to the bed, ready to play her own card in this game of sexy one-ups. 

“I need to stretch my ass a little, if I’m going to take,” she runs two fingers lightly  over his lubed cock, ”this magnificent thing. So I got out my favorite butt plug." She holds it up for him to see, "I hope it's big enough." She holds it down near his hard cock, comparing the sizes. His breath catching in his throat is all the response she needs.  She climbs on all fours on the tall bed and holds up the plug. 

“Do you want to? Or shall I?” she says with a wicked glance over her shoulder. 

“Oh, well,” his eyes widen, taking it from her. “I’ve never… but I’ll try.”

“Be my guest,” she leans over and switches on a string of hanging lights that adorn the back of her bed. They give enough light, but keep the mood sexy. She leans her head down, ass up, opening her legs wide.

“Good lord that is a sight,” he murmurs.

He drips lube onto her exposed asshole. It’s a little cold, as is the steel, but it feel oh so good as he rubs it around in the lube and against her tight ass. 

“Just go slow, Austin.” she says 

“Yes, Ma’am.” he starts pushing. 

She inhales sharply, her mouth open.

He pushes harder then relents, her ass pushing it back at him. 

“Oh god yes,” she moans, fisting the sheets. 

He smiles, ‘who’s gonna make who lose all control?’ he thinks. 

“Fuck me with it.” she says, looking over her shoulder, eyes hooded in desire. 

Oh Dammit.  She is too hot all bent over and just the right height, he could fuck her just like this. No he will fuck her, just like this. He slides the plug in and out, going deeper each time. As it nears the drop off point,  her ass grabs it and pulls it from him. 

“Fuuu-uu-uu-uck” she says,  rocking her hips, letting the weight settle. 

“God that is hot, babe,” he breathes, hand caressing her round cheek. 

She pulls herself up on her knees and turns around to look at him with a lopsided smile,  “‘Babe?” her tone questioning. She shakes her head, she is not doing a good job of managing expectations here.

“Uh… well…um,” usually quick with a retort, his brain is completely derailed with how sexy she is right now. On her knees, looking over her shoulder, her hand fondling her own ass. Her hair flows down her back, begging to be wrapped around his fist. 

“You wanna fuck me with it in…Babe?” her words are slightly taunting, but her body, eyes and tone say something completely different.  

He crumbles at the sexy, wanton look on her face, not even registering her tease. “Oh, yes Ma’am,” he hears himself say.

She smiles, knowing she just knocked another notch from his self control.

”How do you want me, Austin. You want to be able to see it? Play with it?” This is not her first rodeo, she knows men. 

Holy hell how does she know exactly what he is thinking?

“I want you in every way, darlin’”, the way ‘darlin’ drips from his lips all southern-like is intoxicating. What’s better is that he doesn’t even seem aware that he’s doing it.

She is suddenly too turned on to care what he calls her. They reach for each other, lips crashing together hard and passionate.  His hand captures her breast, her spine twists to meet him. The heat in the room blazes between them. 

His cock is throbbing and he can’t help but hump against her hip. Fuck he needs her and right now, to hell with control. He pushes her back onto all fours and then manhandles her by the hips, pulling her back to meet him. The silver steel of the flange glinting at him in the tiny fairy lights. He rubs his lubed tip in her wet folds, groaning at the warmth. He nudges forward into her clit just a bit while pressing the stopper with his thumb. If the shaking of her hips and her soft throat-born moans weren’t enough to clue him in, the arching of her back and the pressing of her ass toward him was.

Holy shit, she had forgotten how much she liked being tossed around like this. Then to feel his tip entreating entrance? Fuck she wanted him now, control be damned. Her clit and ass pulse together straight  into her core as he touches them. He pushes, slipping his head into her wet folds.

The bulge of the plug presses against him. Like the plug going into her ass, once his head gets past the roundness, he feels sucked in as her pussy contracts around him. He can feel it slither up his spine. It doesn’t stop until he is deep in her. Even then she seems to want to draw him deeper.  He jostles the plug slightly. He can feel it moving against him, feel the vibrations as he taps it. Her moans of pleasure egg him on. 

She is so… full. His cock deliciously stuffing her pussy. Her ass hugging the steel of the plug. 

“Please, Austin, fuck me, please,” she moans. She means it, and she also knows that one of the two best ways to make a man go crazy is to show him how needy you are for him. 

“Begging for it, huh?” he teases her, pulling back “Ok, but only if you cum on my cock, can you do that for me darlin’.” 

Fuck, there it is again, that hint of southern gentleman laced with the promise of dirty deeds. 

“Uh-huh, just, my god, fuck me, I need you,” her breathy voice pleading. The other way to drive a man to delirious passion is to cum for him, on him, in front of him, because of him. 

He chuckles behind her ear and wraps her hair around his fist, making her wait.   Then he thrusts quickly, using his grip on her hip for leverage. 

She squeals out a tiny ‘oh’. He thrusts again and again, his growl reverberating low in his chest. 

Reaching between her legs, she can feel him entering her and how dripping wet she is.  His rhythm gets steadily faster, harder.  Her ‘oh’s get louder, more explosive as each plunge into her clicks her gears tighter and tighter. 

She knows her body well. One minute on her clit will set her off. She lightly flicks her swollen nub.

“You are so fucking hot under me. No one could even come close to how fucking sexy you are.” He means it too. Austin is not new to women. He knows the effect his voice has, using it to tell a woman just how sexy he finds her is his secret weapon.  And good lord, Aya takes the cake on being sexy as hell. 

“Oh fuck I’m gonna…”  she groans. She is suddenly shivering; arching and curling her spine in an explosive and sexy version of  cat/cow. Her pussy is clenching and unclenching on his cock. She fucks herself on him. Low wordless, moans flow from her. He comes perilously close to creaming her pussy. The pressure from her plug is almost too much. Luckily she jerks off of him to lay face down on the bed, panting and shivering. 

He smiles knowing he made her cum first. He can't help but reach out and tap the plug, she groans and twitches. 

Then, unexpectedly, she says, “Pull it out, I need that cock.” She lifts her hips up to him. He pulls on the plug, slow and steady. She is rubbing her pussy, her fingertips peaking out from between the bed and her cunt. 

“Fuckyes, fuckyes! Oh. My, God!” she almost cums again as it suddenly slips out. He puts it on the bedside table.

She rolls over, her eyes clouded with lust, her arms open. “Come’re” her voice sounds almost angry as she crooks her fingers at him.

She envelops him in her arms, pulling him down, desperate to feel his body along her own.  Her mouth is greedy against his. She wraps one leg around his waist and pushes against the bed with the other, flipping them over.

She sits up on him like a tiger in the jungle, ready to pounce. She pumps lube into her hand, then wraps it around his cock. She looks for all the world like she is stroking her own cock between her legs. It’s deliciously provocative. 

“You sexy mother fucker, I am so … oh .. god… you,” she says with a shaky breath. He is a fucking muse under her.

His hands clamp down on her thighs as his hips lift up into the friction of her hand

“Oh yeah? Well I …. You… are… fuck,” his cock bounces in her hand.

Neither of them are able to form full sentences. The lust is thick and palpable. 

She nods at him, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.  He nods back, not trusting his tongue. He is nervous. She reaches behind her with a lubed hand, smearing it on her asshole.

“Hold still,” her voice is commanding "I'll have to go slow at first."  'Torturously slow', she thinks. 

He’s never seen anyone so hot as she is at this moment. She leans forward, holding herself up with one hand on his shoulder. The other holding his cock tight against her hole. It takes everything in him not to flip them and rail her into the mattress. But he is willing to take orders, especially from her. He can feel her sphincter tight around his head as she slowly eases down onto him. He is shaking, trying to control his body from thrusting into her. Her ass is unbelievably tight, he didn’t know it would feel this good. 

Holy hand grenade, he feels so damn big in her ass. She is breathing though the stretching, she knows if she can get him in and relax, she will adjust. Panting out little breaths she finally makes it down his cock. She pauses there, forcing herself to relax with long breaths. 

“You ok?” he asks, trembling. He is so sweet. 

“Yeah, just give me a minute,” she breathes,”you are… big.”  

A red blush rises to his cheeks and he huffs out a breath, looking down and away. 

“Are you being shy?” her eyes narrow playfully as she leans forward slowly, moving on him. “Austin, darling, your big, gorgeous cock…” she can’t help but moan, “...is b- buried, in my tight, little, ass.  There is no room for shy now, sweetheart. 

Apparently they call each other pet names now. 

His jaw is set as he looks up at her through his long eyelashes. His tight little moans accent her movement. He is determined to not thrust as she slides up and down on him a few more times. 

She stops with him deep. His face is scrunched up trying to keep himself in check. Even so, he is utterly breathtaking. She leans down to kiss him. He involuntarily moans at the forward movement. 

“Oh look at you, all that control,” she taunts him, a slight panting to her breath, “when I know you just want to ramrod into me until you fill me. You wanna watch my pussy grasp at nothing as you fuck my asshole? You can,  I’m ready for it now.” she whispers in his ear.

“Oh… you vixen. I may ruin you,” the glint in his eye sparks as his lip curls into a smile, his hands clamping down on her hips. 

“I dare you to try.” she smiles slyly at him. It’s always better at this point, when they can take control. 

For a split second, Austin considers teasing her back. Pushing her off him and not giving her what she so clearly wants. But where is the fun in that? He locks his hands onto her hips and in one motion, rolls her over in the big bed still buried in her ass. 

“What I want, is to watch you come undone on my cock,”  he tries an experimental slow thrust into her. 

“Oh I will, OH! “ she moans below him with her head back, tits pushing forward, wrapping her  legs around his waist, pulling him further into her.

“Ohmigod.. so tight,” he moans as he rides her slowly. “Can I… are you?… fuck it’s so good, Aya.” He is lost. 

“Yes and yes…” she nods, “and you are right, it is.” God he feels so fucking good.

He continues to move slowly, just luxuriating in the sensations. His arms thread under hers, his hands cup her head. He shakes a little as he pushes in, inhales as he pulls back. It is so completely intimate. 

She is giving herself over to it, matching him breath for breath. Her fingers digging into his bulging upper arms. It feels so damn amazing. All her senses are focused on the friction. On the in and out of his cock. It winds her slowly tighter and tighter. She is about to reach between them to get to her clit. 

“I want to see it,” he says simply and suddenly. 

He sits back on his wide knees, pulling her with him. Her hips tilt and he nearly slips all the way out. 

“Oh fuck it’s so good Austin!” she moans loudly as he pushes back in.

“Fuck that is hot” his fingers casually pet her wet labia, exploring. Her pussy is engorged, open and willing. Her clit is glistening, beckoning for his touch.  His eyes are glued to their joining. 

“Oh lord, Austin,” she clenches, even the lightest touch magnified. 

He watches her pussy wink at him, he smiles deviantly. Pushing his cock deeper. 

“I’m gonna finger this pretty pussy now,” his voice is deep and authoritative, “and you are gonna cum.”

With a nod, she feels his ring and middle finger slide easily into her dripping pussy.  He begins to steadily work her.  Her eyelids flitter as he pushes and pulls his cock in her stretched asshole. His opposite thumb trails down her inner thigh and alights upon her clit, tracing a soft circle. It feels beyond amazing. 

“Oh, oh, oh” each separated by a panting inbreath. She opens the eyes she didn’t realize she had closed to see him staring at her. His nostrils flaring with lust. He looks dark and predatory. Patiently, steadily and inch by inch ensnaring her into orgasm.

She is like a mythological siren under him. Every whimpered vowel, every heave of her chest pulls at him. Her very being seems to be begging him to abandon his steadfast approach and just have at her ass. He will, he tells himself, as soon as she cums. He will pound his cum into her. It won’t take that long, she feels so damn divine. It’s like her tight little hole makes him feel bigger, more sensitive. It’s wild. 

Her breath begins to come in rapid gasps. Her hands grasping the back of her knees. She curls up, body straining to cum. 

“Please harder! Fuck me harder!” she begs.

 He refuses, keeping her on that sweet edge for just a little longer. His thumb, however, can’t help but flash across her clit. 

She is poised at the brink, in that maniacal place of almost. She wonders, in the back of her mind, if she’ll pass out before she cums, what with all her panting. His cock fills her ass over and over. His fingers burrow in her pussy, are there three now?  Then his thumb sparks across her clit and there is no more precipice to balance on, she is cast into the abyss. Her whole nervous system ablaze, lit up with his cock, switched on by his fingers.

“Austin, Austin, AUSTIN YESSS AUUUUUS-TIIIN!!" she screams from the depths of her soul. 

He’d heard women scream his name before, on the street, in bed, at red carpet events. He had never heard his name quite like this. It was primal, like a wild incantation. It triggered him deep in his primitive brain. It pried opened an inner damper as she squirted all over his hands. LIttle flecks of moisture peppered both their stomachs, her inner thighs and the root of his cock. His wet fingers dig now, into her thighs. His body let loose, he rages into her, slamming his hips against her ass.  

She keeps screaming “YES! YES! YES!”

He was right. It doesn't take long, or does it? Time has lost all meaning, only reaching the edge and leaping off it with her matters. She thrashes, trapped under his demanding body. She cums and cums, Jesus how much. 

Finally he thrusts deep, pumping his cum into her shaking ass. His ‘ugh’ begins as a whimper and cascades into a deep vibrating growl. His hips give a final jerk into her.

With the sudden cessation of his thrusts, Aya can feel his cock throbbing in her ass. She pants, strung out on vivid pleasure. Her eyes flutter open to see him above her, head hanging forward, his mouth hanging open. His fingers still clamped onto her thighs and shaking. He lifts his gaze to hers. They are both just shocked at how good it is. They stare at one another each trying to find a way back, an anchor point. She moistens her lips, dry from moaning and panting. The corner of her mouth lifts in a half smile. He returns it, licking his own lips. He moves to back away and pull out. 

“Wait!” she grabs his hands and he freezes, “go slow.” 

He nods, looking down at her empty swollen cunt. She reaches between her legs, rubbing her clit side to side with rapid strokes. He pulls out so slowly. It feels so fucking good, her pussy clenches, releases, clenches, releases. She shakes, cumming yet again, spine undulating. Her voice hoarse with moaning. When he is out, she curls up on her side, eyes closed, breath shaky. 

“Hey,” he curls up in front of her, “you ok?” He has no idea if this is normal or if he hurt her. 

She nods, trying to recover her breath. His arms wrap around her, holding her steady. She presses her forehead to his chest, needing the grounding. 

“Yeah, that was just… intense and fucking amazing,” she finally says.

“Mmm hmm,” he nuzzles into her hair, inhaling her scent.  

“Come on, we need to shower after that,” she says after several minutes. 

“Hmmm, yeah,” his voice is sleepy in her ear, but he pushes himself to sitting. 

Aya goes first, just wanting to wash her body, not her hair. Austin slips into the big walk-in shower with her, soaping up her back. She turns around to kiss him, his soapy hands gliding over her torso. 

“Lord you are gorgeous Austin,” Aya says, ”It feels like a travesty, to have you in my shower and not have the energy to fuck you, that’s twice now.” 

“You take my breath away, Aya,” he says simply. “It’s ok, we can take a rain check on hot shower sex.” Again with the promises of more to come.  

Aya is standing in the doorway, the cool night air raising goosebumps on her naked skin. Moonlight streaming in. She turns to see Austin step out of her bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. Yup, a total travesty. 

She had offered him one of the guest rooms, but he said he preferred to sleep with her. She liked the idea of his beautiful self merely an arms reach away all night.

“If I wake you by riding your morning wood, will you mind?” she says both cheekily and seriously. 

“Not unless you mind me doing the same,” he smiles. 

“It IS the best way to be woken up, that and ba- ay -ay con,” Aya yawns. 

As he curls around her from behind, Kato balled up at their feet, she thinks just how good this feels, how much she has missed having something like this.  Before she drifts off, she quietly smothers her inner voice, the one that is reminding her of personal vows made long ago.

Austin feels her deep breaths, feels her fall asleep. He gently brushes her hair away from her neck.  It’s been a long time since he felt anything like this. Like a kid in love. Sure, he’s cared about those others, but this feels next level.  

‘Why am I having these feelings? Jesus, who is this woman?’ he thinks to himself. ‘It’s just an orgasm-induced oxytocin release, Austin, calm down,’ he tells himself. ‘Yeah but no,’ is his internal rebuttal, ‘I don’t think it’s just that. She is so… I don’t know… just...more. Maybe it’s just the newness of it all.  Well, I can either run for the hills, or wait and see how this all plays out.' He shakes his head, heaving a big sigh,  just before a well deserved sleep overtakes him.

[veil-jumprope]

Godot: I've never lost a case. I've also never won one.

The judge:

[allroseshave-their-pricks]

"send me a picture of your sexy ghost costume. also I was sexy Link for Halloween"

"haha will do! And can I have pictures of your costume?"

"no"

[messybouquetoflilies]

i kinda wanna learn how to drive again. mostly bc we live in a hell world where u cant take a train to a city 4 hrs away, but also bc i wanna just pick a direction n go

[ice-ice-lizzie]

And they’ll score doing it 😊

[joeynewgarden]

CAPTAIN MY CAPTAIN