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Send Us Your Smut - Fingering Weight
Fingering Weight - by Lady Jane Brachomene and Mistress Untrammeled
Before the quarantine, Priya had not been at home much, and neither had her roommate. She knew Alice more through the sounds -- the podcasts blaring through the flow of the shower, pots banging against each other -- and remnants of her everyday life: knitting needles and re-used chopsticks strewn across the floor. Every weekend they would exchange pleasantries -- she knew that Alice had some family back in Tennessee, or was it Georgia? -- she honestly didn’t care to know much about her.
Things were different now. With Alice being her only companion, they found themselves sharing many nights discussing the history of feminism, the intricacies of fractals, and listening to podcasts as Alice knitted.
Send Us Your Smut - The Porn Ain't Talkin' by Colin Mulholland
Here's another about entertaining yourself when you're not going out.
The Porn Ain't Talking - by Colin Mulholland
I'm on my bed, ruffled blankets tossed aside, though not so far. I like the comfort along my side. The porn is being lame again, nothing I quite like this quiet morning.
I harumph and toss the device to the side, then link my hands behind my head to stare at the ceiling. I hear a creak. The bedroom door, ajar, an eye, seeing all that the covers aren't covering.
"May I come in?" you whisper aloud.
Send Us Your Smut - First Time by Cee
First Time - by Cee
Her hands push against my skin with urgency. Literal months worth of pent up lust and want and need are under each of her fingertips as she presses a hand into the back of my thigh and hitches my leg up around her hip. Her lips push against mine and then the sensation is gone and her lips are against my jaw, neck, and just below my earlobe. I let out a moan and a small, deep, throat sound comes from her as if she’s just figured out the key to unlock my moans. My own hand pushes the material of her shirt up, and quickly I find her nipple and, gently and a little rushed, I brush my thumb across it. Her moan is soft. I break away from her. “I need this off of you now.”
Send Us Your Smut - Above it All - by LillyBee
Above it All - By LillyBee
Vivian bounced on the balls of her black heels, trying to keep herself from attacking Luke in the elevator. The latex panties with the thick black dildo he bought was buried deep inside of her already and on the car ride to the hotel, it vibrated inside of her along with the hum of her car.
Now, Vivian held her breath as the doors opened right into the ultra-private hotel suite. Sauntering into the room, her attention fixed on the dazzling skyline stretched out in front of her through a large bank of windows.
Send Us Your Smut - Up the Wall - by Bree
Here's a saucy story that we received from Bree. Enjoy...
Up The Wall
"Mmm, no, no, we have to stop, there are people here.”
“Nobody’s watching. It’s late, it’s dark, everyone has somewhere to be..”
“But my skirt – “
“It’s dark,” he purrs right in my ear, the teasing reminder accompanied by his cool hand sliding under my shirt to grip my waist. There’s a draft now, and the cool breeze sends a deep shiver down my spine.