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Send Us Your Smut - untitled - another story by Rosie J
Here's another great story from Rosie J. This is a great start for Masturbation Month - Thanks Rosie!
I don’t even notice you come up behind me as I am working at the counter. All of a sudden, your hands are on my hips and sliding around my waist. Your breath is hot on my neck as you kiss and nibble on me gently. I gasp as you bite my earlobe sharply. I try to turn around to swat you for hurting me, but you hold me firmly in place. Your left arm is now wrapped tightly across my left arm and your strong left hand has my right arm tightly in its grip. Your right hand has already slipped up under my skirt.
Send us Your Smut - a Paramedic's Pleasure - by Lady
Title: A Paramedic’s Pleasure
Author:Lady
The water is beginning to cool down. Her skin is going back to its normal color from the bright pink it was. He always says that she takes baths too hot, but that is easy to say when you run hot yourself. She comes up for air after giving her hair a thorough wash under the water. The sight of him standing at the vanity scares her and she slips, hitting her head on the tub.
Send Us Your Smut - by Rosie J
Send us Your Smut - Desires so Secret by Holly B
Desires so Secret - by Holly B
My hands were shaking as I slipped the key into my apartment door. He was standing behind me, close enough that I felt his breath, but not so close that any part of our bodies were touching. I don’t know why I noticed this. Over a decade I have known him and his body. I know he has a smatterinf of freckles on his shoulders from our many summers languidly lived out at his parents’ cabin. He knows I have a scar from an appendectomy, a surgery he waited through, anxiously pacing the visitors’ room.
Send us Your Smut - Dessert by Dee R
This is a sweet story called Dessert - by Dee R
I take the final bite of my alfredo pasta and look up at you as I lick the last bit of sauce from my lips. You're looking at me with a slight grin and you lift your hand to summon our bill without breaking eye contact. The waiter brings the machine and you stroke my thumb with yours while you wait for the payment to go through. The receipt prints and a swift tear frees us to leave.