WORD PORN

Doobius1

Doobius1

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He is standing in the produce isle. In front of the banana section to be precise. He's deciding on a bundle of bananas to purchase.
She approaches from behind and moves up beside him. She smells amazing.
She moves to beside him at the bananas. They share an extended gaze. God she is gorgeous.
She reaches for a bunch of bananas and breaks one off. She begins to caress it, stroking the banana ever so gently. She sets it down and turns back to her cart. She reaches into her purse and pulls out a business card and sets it on the banana. She turns and leaves. A thing of beauty.
He takes the card, puts it in his pocket, goes home and jerks off
'Who needs bitches?' He says
 
Hookabelly

Hookabelly

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Doobius1 said:
He is standing in the produce isle. In front of the banana section to be precise. He's deciding on a bundle of bananas to purchase.
She approaches from behind and moves up beside him. She smells amazing.
She moves to beside him at the bananas. They share an extended gaze. God she is gorgeous.
She reaches for a bunch of bananas and breaks one off. She begins to caress it, stroking the banana ever so gently. She sets it down and turns back to her cart. She reaches into her purse and pulls out a business card and sets it on the banana. She turns and leaves. A thing of beauty.
He takes the card, puts it in his pocket, goes home and jerks off
'Who needs bitches?' He says
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Plot twist: I thought the card was going to read "who needs men?" b/c yanno, she has plenty of bananas...
 
ebgood

ebgood

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She rubbed her breast writhing as the she felt the pleasure of the vibrations on her button. she rocked faster and faster. She couldnt hold back the scream, "im cu.. IM CU..."

THE IT HAPPENED!

The damn batteries died.

"FUUUCK!!" She yelled a she threw the vibrator breaking her new tv
 
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Dyna Ryda

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Oh my!


“We’re spending the night here. I’ve already let my parents know not to expect us back. You don’t have to worry about Chris.”


Oh! The arrogance of his assumption doesn’t annoy me – instead it serves as proof of his thoughtfulness though, I worry about leaving with one man and coming home with another. I push the thought away, eager to indulge in a bit of Mr Grey.


“Thank you.” I fling my arms around his neck, beyond ecstatic and smile at him, cramming every bit of joy I feel into it. This suite that I could hardly bear to enter into an hour ago has now become the perfect place for our reunion.


His answering grin is scorching, completely in tune with the hunger in his eyes and his impatient erection. Again I catch my breath, thrilled to my core when his low tone washes over me, “you’re a rare beauty Anastasia, I cannot wait to be inside you. I’ve clung to the memory of what you feel like around me.” He runs the back of his hand down my cheek, then lovingly traces the line of my jaw with a knuckle.


Those fevered words ratchet my desire to unbearable levels and when he throws me onto the bed with a predatory glint in the steel of his stare, I feel like it’s Christmas – only I’m overwhelmed by choice. Not sure what toy I want to play with first, greedy to get my hands on as much as possible of his flesh.


He crawls up, between my legs where he stops to rid me of my sodden panties. He slings it away carelessly, his ogling eyes never leaving the naked place they covered. He continues to stare, licking his lips – obviously beyond aroused by the sight but there’s nothing to hide my intimate folds and I feel exposed, squirming and certain that my blush reaches all the way down there.


He takes his sweet, torturous time – luxuriating in his private viewing activity. He makes no move to touch me but the ravenous mould of his face is pushing me to run up the steps of desire, taking them three at a time. I shift in needy response.


He growls, low in his chest while he grips my inner thighs, pushing them apart. “Keep still or I’ll make you.” I gasp at his provocative threat and on pure instinct and raw desire my hips tilt up by their own accord, crazy in its need for any contact. His hands slip around, cupping my backside as he pushes his nose into my sex, inhaling deeply.


Oh my fucking my!


“Christian please,” I moan, begging for more.


When he comes away I catch his gaze. His eyes look unfocussed – cross-eyed with lust. “I’ve missed you, I’ve missed you so much.” His expression a strange blend of pain and elation, whispered words born of desperate need. He swiftly stretches to cover my body with his, kissing me wildly. He raids my mouth mercilessly, our arms and legs tangling and writhing, taking in the exquisite pleasure of intimate contact.


He rolls taking me with him and we pause for air, our breaths mingling and faces flushed. With my body on top of his I stroke my hand over the sprinkling of stubble, reacquainting myself with every curve and dip of his face. “You are so precious, thank you for taking another chance on me.”


Another low hum is his reply and he closes his eyes as my gratitude sluices over him – clearly striking a cord. “Come here.” It’s a carnal command but I don’t understand and I raise an unsure brow. Where does he want me to go, I’m already here?


“Come, sit here, on my chest.” He pats his sternum. His silky voice is dripping with erotic promise.


I scoot up, eager to find out what passionate delight he has in store for me. It only takes a second for me to grasp the nature of the deeply intimate act he has in mind and I gnaw at my lip, my coyness getting the better of me.


My legs are bent with my knees resting on either side of his head. My bottom sits on his chest, taking my weight which leaves my secret opening utterly gaping and vulnerable, not to mention very close to his sinful mouth. I can feel his breath on me, fluttering and making my heart stutter.


His affirmative nod is unhurried but no less compelling, it says that I won’t dare deny him this pleasure. With his eyes securely fastened to mine his intent is unwavering and unaffected by my modesty. His sure hands move around and grip my backside firmly, holding me in place. I get a sense of how easy it will be for him to control my pelvic movements from this position and it stirs me, being in his power like this.


With my head bowed forward, the loose tendrils of my hair spill over my shoulders and cover my breasts; only the hard tips of my nipples are peeking from between the strands. His eyes linger on them for a moment before he presses me onto his mouth.


“Aahh,” I moan falling forward from the exquisite relief of his touch. I brace myself on rigid arms, my hands flat on the bed just above his head. He takes full advantage of my breasts so close to his face, clamping a hot mouth over the bud and sucking hard.


I shudder and mewl in ecstasy. When I try to right myself to sit up again; he bites down before letting me go. This delight sends my back arching and pelvis thrusting forward, playing straight into his waiting tongue’s hand.


Avaricious velvet licks at me with long wet strokes and I lose all reason, focussing fiercely on that one tiny spot of overriding pleasure. His tongue slips inside me and my body tenses at the unexpected intrusion before avidly relaxing into it, slicking in response.


He usually likes to watch me react to his ministrations but now his eyes are closed and rapture is what I read on his face. It’s such a turn on, I can barely watch through my heavy lids for fear of spontaneous combustion.


The shallow penetration of his smooth tongue is doubly erotic because I can watch his face contorted with pleasure while he’s devouring me. He breaks the contact and gently blows on my sensitive, heated flesh, cooling but not calming. I whimper, violent desire slamming into me.


“Touch yourself Anastasia, touch your breasts. I want to see you.” If I wasn’t so close to him I wouldn’t have heard him, his voice is raw and strained.


This is so intimate, so hot, so very Christian and I want nothing more than to please him. I reach for my breasts and cup them. I knead and squeeze and hear his appreciative groan. It spurs me on and I run my hands all over my chest and breasts, pushing them together before I start on my nipples.


He spears me with his tongue but his eyes are on me, following every swipe and swirl of my hands. I push myself onto his strong tongue. His eyes crinkle at the corners, indicating a smile at my eagerness. When he flexes his tongue I pinch my nipples – hard and gasp. I can feel the orgasm building, my body awash with sexy sensation.


“Eyes open Ana!” he growls as his hands grip harder on the soft muscle of my buttocks. Then he licks me over the length of my sex, finding my swollen clitoris and the spiralling begins, spinning like a top. My lids are almost drawn but I keep my eyes trained on him until I can’t anymore as my back arcs and my head lash, screaming his name in release.


When I open my eyes I’m flat on my back and Christian is poised over me, lying between my legs as an urgent erection prods for attention at my entrance. I’m still breathing hard and very dazed, coming down from my explosive climax. He hooks one of my legs over his shoulder and rims me with an exploring finger to check for lubrication. He obviously likes what he finds, “Oh Ana!” it’s almost a sob and I swallow his cry with my mouth as he plunges into me, right to the hilt.


We moan together and our union is complete. Immediately he starts to move, his strokes long and hard – unerring. His hands curl into my hair, pinning my head in place. His zealous desire is driving him on and I revel in him getting lost in me. He angles his hips, impatient to feel the length of me. We lock our gazes, twin expressions of reverential love and wonder on display for one another.


In moments like these our connection is so strong, so deep I realise why I sometimes think it must be fantasy. Even here, right now it’s hard to believe that love can burn so bright, so hot but I choose to trust my senses, showing me this beautiful man, unravelling in the pleasure of being with me.


Watching him I climb again, emotional and physical stimulation colliding to bring me to the cliff again where I pause for a second. He senses my body start its telling tremble. He kisses me roughly before he commands, “come for me baby.” I obey and fall – spectacularly, clenching around him, strengthening our lush friction and clawing at his sweat slick back.


Christian takes his cue, “thank fuck!” he spits through a gritted jaw, emptying himself into my depths. Eyes closed he kisses my inner thigh, next to his ear then gently unhooks my leg. He wraps me in his arms, but doesn’t withdraw when he rolls us onto our sides.
 
Yessica...

Yessica...

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Dyna Ryda said:
Oh my!


“We’re spending the night here. I’ve already let my parents know not to expect us back. You don’t have to worry about Chris.”


Oh! The arrogance of his assumption doesn’t annoy me – instead it serves as proof of his thoughtfulness though, I worry about leaving with one man and coming home with another. I push the thought away, eager to indulge in a bit of Mr Grey.


“Thank you.” I fling my arms around his neck, beyond ecstatic and smile at him, cramming every bit of joy I feel into it. This suite that I could hardly bear to enter into an hour ago has now become the perfect place for our reunion.


His answering grin is scorching, completely in tune with the hunger in his eyes and his impatient erection. Again I catch my breath, thrilled to my core when his low tone washes over me, “you’re a rare beauty Anastasia, I cannot wait to be inside you. I’ve clung to the memory of what you feel like around me.” He runs the back of his hand down my cheek, then lovingly traces the line of my jaw with a knuckle.


Those fevered words ratchet my desire to unbearable levels and when he throws me onto the bed with a predatory glint in the steel of his stare, I feel like it’s Christmas – only I’m overwhelmed by choice. Not sure what toy I want to play with first, greedy to get my hands on as much as possible of his flesh.


He crawls up, between my legs where he stops to rid me of my sodden panties. He slings it away carelessly, his ogling eyes never leaving the naked place they covered. He continues to stare, licking his lips – obviously beyond aroused by the sight but there’s nothing to hide my intimate folds and I feel exposed, squirming and certain that my blush reaches all the way down there.


He takes his sweet, torturous time – luxuriating in his private viewing activity. He makes no move to touch me but the ravenous mould of his face is pushing me to run up the steps of desire, taking them three at a time. I shift in needy response.


He growls, low in his chest while he grips my inner thighs, pushing them apart. “Keep still or I’ll make you.” I gasp at his provocative threat and on pure instinct and raw desire my hips tilt up by their own accord, crazy in its need for any contact. His hands slip around, cupping my backside as he pushes his nose into my sex, inhaling deeply.


Oh my fucking my!


“Christian please,” I moan, begging for more.


When he comes away I catch his gaze. His eyes look unfocussed – cross-eyed with lust. “I’ve missed you, I’ve missed you so much.” His expression a strange blend of pain and elation, whispered words born of desperate need. He swiftly stretches to cover my body with his, kissing me wildly. He raids my mouth mercilessly, our arms and legs tangling and writhing, taking in the exquisite pleasure of intimate contact.


He rolls taking me with him and we pause for air, our breaths mingling and faces flushed. With my body on top of his I stroke my hand over the sprinkling of stubble, reacquainting myself with every curve and dip of his face. “You are so precious, thank you for taking another chance on me.”


Another low hum is his reply and he closes his eyes as my gratitude sluices over him – clearly striking a cord. “Come here.” It’s a carnal command but I don’t understand and I raise an unsure brow. Where does he want me to go, I’m already here?


“Come, sit here, on my chest.” He pats his sternum. His silky voice is dripping with erotic promise.


I scoot up, eager to find out what passionate delight he has in store for me. It only takes a second for me to grasp the nature of the deeply intimate act he has in mind and I gnaw at my lip, my coyness getting the better of me.


My legs are bent with my knees resting on either side of his head. My bottom sits on his chest, taking my weight which leaves my secret opening utterly gaping and vulnerable, not to mention very close to his sinful mouth. I can feel his breath on me, fluttering and making my heart stutter.


His affirmative nod is unhurried but no less compelling, it says that I won’t dare deny him this pleasure. With his eyes securely fastened to mine his intent is unwavering and unaffected by my modesty. His sure hands move around and grip my backside firmly, holding me in place. I get a sense of how easy it will be for him to control my pelvic movements from this position and it stirs me, being in his power like this.


With my head bowed forward, the loose tendrils of my hair spill over my shoulders and cover my breasts; only the hard tips of my nipples are peeking from between the strands. His eyes linger on them for a moment before he presses me onto his mouth.


“Aahh,” I moan falling forward from the exquisite relief of his touch. I brace myself on rigid arms, my hands flat on the bed just above his head. He takes full advantage of my breasts so close to his face, clamping a hot mouth over the bud and sucking hard.


I shudder and mewl in ecstasy. When I try to right myself to sit up again; he bites down before letting me go. This delight sends my back arching and pelvis thrusting forward, playing straight into his waiting tongue’s hand.


Avaricious velvet licks at me with long wet strokes and I lose all reason, focussing fiercely on that one tiny spot of overriding pleasure. His tongue slips inside me and my body tenses at the unexpected intrusion before avidly relaxing into it, slicking in response.


He usually likes to watch me react to his ministrations but now his eyes are closed and rapture is what I read on his face. It’s such a turn on, I can barely watch through my heavy lids for fear of spontaneous combustion.


The shallow penetration of his smooth tongue is doubly erotic because I can watch his face contorted with pleasure while he’s devouring me. He breaks the contact and gently blows on my sensitive, heated flesh, cooling but not calming. I whimper, violent desire slamming into me.


“Touch yourself Anastasia, touch your breasts. I want to see you.” If I wasn’t so close to him I wouldn’t have heard him, his voice is raw and strained.


This is so intimate, so hot, so very Christian and I want nothing more than to please him. I reach for my breasts and cup them. I knead and squeeze and hear his appreciative groan. It spurs me on and I run my hands all over my chest and breasts, pushing them together before I start on my nipples.


He spears me with his tongue but his eyes are on me, following every swipe and swirl of my hands. I push myself onto his strong tongue. His eyes crinkle at the corners, indicating a smile at my eagerness. When he flexes his tongue I pinch my nipples – hard and gasp. I can feel the orgasm building, my body awash with sexy sensation.


“Eyes open Ana!” he growls as his hands grip harder on the soft muscle of my buttocks. Then he licks me over the length of my sex, finding my swollen clitoris and the spiralling begins, spinning like a top. My lids are almost drawn but I keep my eyes trained on him until I can’t anymore as my back arcs and my head lash, screaming his name in release.


When I open my eyes I’m flat on my back and Christian is poised over me, lying between my legs as an urgent erection prods for attention at my entrance. I’m still breathing hard and very dazed, coming down from my explosive climax. He hooks one of my legs over his shoulder and rims me with an exploring finger to check for lubrication. He obviously likes what he finds, “Oh Ana!” it’s almost a sob and I swallow his cry with my mouth as he plunges into me, right to the hilt.


We moan together and our union is complete. Immediately he starts to move, his strokes long and hard – unerring. His hands curl into my hair, pinning my head in place. His zealous desire is driving him on and I revel in him getting lost in me. He angles his hips, impatient to feel the length of me. We lock our gazes, twin expressions of reverential love and wonder on display for one another.


In moments like these our connection is so strong, so deep I realise why I sometimes think it must be fantasy. Even here, right now it’s hard to believe that love can burn so bright, so hot but I choose to trust my senses, showing me this beautiful man, unravelling in the pleasure of being with me.


Watching him I climb again, emotional and physical stimulation colliding to bring me to the cliff again where I pause for a second. He senses my body start its telling tremble. He kisses me roughly before he commands, “come for me baby.” I obey and fall – spectacularly, clenching around him, strengthening our lush friction and clawing at his sweat slick back.


Christian takes his cue, “thank fuck!” he spits through a gritted jaw, emptying himself into my depths. Eyes closed he kisses my inner thigh, next to his ear then gently unhooks my leg. He wraps me in his arms, but doesn’t withdraw when he rolls us onto our sides.
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That's not REAL word porn. I read the first one. Too much teen angst for me. It was like Twilight but with more fucking.

I like the XXX books better.
 
MOON SHINER

MOON SHINER

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Yessica... said:
I like word porn better than most video porn.

I also wrote the first few chapters of a zombie pornoGRAPHIC novel. Zombie sex, it was sexy as all hell. hahaha
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I LOVE zombie porn. Trying to figure out how to read still so zombie stories not so much. Choking a Dirty talking, gasping, cumming, sexy as fuck Zombie.....now thats a goooooood day tater! 8)
 
Yessica...

Yessica...

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MOON SHINER said:
HAHAHAHAHAHA !!!!!!!! :clap:

Please send me a copy when you're done!
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I have the first 3 chapters. All from 2011, and on my old shitty computer.

If I can find them, maybe I'll just post 'em here!

They're LOOOOOOOONg.

I don't know if you know this about me, but I talk a lot.

hahahahaha
 
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Dyna Ryda

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Yessica... said:
I have the first 3 chapters. All from 2011, and on my old shitty computer.

If I can find them, maybe I'll just post 'em here!

They're LOOOOOOOONg.

I don't know if you know this about me, but I talk a lot.

hahahahaha
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I could fix that problem for you. You wouldn't be able to talk while I was stabbing your tonsils with my cock.
 
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