I don't have any "me" porn, but here's some food porn from Saturday night where we were served a turkey egg topped with sturgeon roe served in a nest of twigs. Also, a hibiscus cocktail distilled by the owners of the restaurant. So delicious all around. Also, the second of 12 courses.
I tried to share a dirty story I posted over on Patreon here too, but it got flagged by a bunch of keywords they don't allow. But I certainly can't post this GIF on Patreon, so maybe there's a tradeoff.
Anyway, this is me thinking up the dirty story in bed the other morning.
I'm still settling in and waiting for verizon to figure their shit out with our internet, so sorry if I've been slow. I've still been thinking about you all :D
Her delicate hand gripped the white porcelain as she lowered herself beneath the steaming water, and our legs brushing together left us closer than we had ever been before. Just when I thought she might say something, she turned her back to me and settled into me as I enveloped her in my arms.
“Where did this come from?” I asked, rubbing her soft belly, careful to avoid anything that felt like sex.
“I was cold,” she whispered, wiggling against me. “And besides, you’ve been watching me again. I know what you want.”
“That doesn’t make it a good idea,” I whispered, feeling myself grow hard against her.
She turned and held her lips an inch from mine, our breath mingling as we hesitated, holding back a flood that pretended wasn’t already inevitable. I brushed her chin, skin touching skin as I pulled her closer, no longer caring where my hands went. Her breasts were soft, and her kiss led her body as she twisted in the water until she straddled me.
“Are you going to take what you want?” she asked, my hands on her ass while once more we nearly kissed, teasing one another until I couldn’t bear it.
“Yes,” I said, my voice more of a growl than a thought.
Woke up remembering a friend in college who liked to pretend to sleep in the morning while I fucked her slowly. When she couldn't stand it any longer she'd open her eyes and say, "Daddy, what are you doing?"
And I'd kiss her and smile and tell her she was all mine and I was doing exactly as I pleased. Every time I slept over it was the same, and every morning she left for class with a shy smile and a wet kiss...
I woke up thinking about an old fantasy about a teacher who wanted to fuck me and a girl I had a crush on who wanted to fuck him.
In the fantasy we come to a delightful agreement where we all get what want. He agrees to fuck her as long as I can too, and I agree to let him fuck me so I can get the girl.
The dream always turns into a mess of tangled limbs and hard cocks in an empty classroom, and it’s visceral and hot in too many ways to describe.
Hey friends! So, we just signed a lease for a new apartment and we'll be moving in the next few weeks. So, while I might be a little slow here for a while, will soon have a fancy new bath, a new bedroom, a new living room, and a lot more privacy to take dirty photos. So stick around, because it's going to be fun!
This is one of the very first dirty pictures I sent to Piper. They grew progressively dirtier during our first months of dating, but sweet and somewhat innocent nudes always hold a warm place in my heart.
This story bring back visceral memories. I can picture her red hair, her taunting smile, her nails, and her voice as we pushed back and forth. It was complicated and it was hot, and I ended up bruised with welts down my back, and it all felt too real to be healthy. But maybe we needed to feel more than we otherwise had room for.
I think she had a boyfriend at the time, although it's hard to remember. But that would make how close we came to fucking without ever fucking made some sense.
And, of course, I always wonder what would have happened if we had let go of that lest 10% of restraint...
"Tell me what to do," I wrote, wondering if I was ready. "Where are you?" "I'm kneeling on your bed." "Good. Stay there until I get home." "How long will that be?" I knew he wouldn't respond, because if it were me, I wouldn't give her a damn clue as to how long they had to wait. So I knelt there and I waited. I closed my eyes and I pictured a hundred possibilities. Was he going to slap me around a bit? Would he tell me what to do or was he going to do more? Was he going to hold me down, tie me up, and... I gulped when the next question hit my mind: Was he going to fuck me? I clenched my eyes tighter as I waited for him, my ass in the air, my cock hard, and my anticipation unbearable.
I wrote an interactive sexting story for a new app called Eforia and it just went live over the weekend. It's a fun story about fucking a girl you met at the laundromat (either at her place on the balcony or at the laundromat with a cute voyeur). I played through it this morning, and while it's a little weird in some ways, it was still pretty hot!