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TITLE: Stockings
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: Don’t own, don’t know, and never happened.
His eyes were lined so thickly, his hair was washed, curled and pulled up to the point where only wispy dark tendrils were visible on his neck. He’d lost a bet, that’s the only reason this was happening, but he made it happen so well. His full lips were painted in the most whorish red anyone could find. His skin was flawless, but most of it was covered in fabric. Someone had found Victoria’s Goth Sister’s Secret, because I didn’t know where anyone would find that outfit but in that bitch’s closet. Black spidery lace curled down his arms, obscuring that beautiful tattoo that I adored, a v-style neck would have revealed a massive amount of cleavage if he’d had any, and the number stopped right below the swell of his buttocks. I could have come on the spot, but the piece de resistance were the stockings that encased his legs. Smooth crimson satin was pulled up tight on strong calves. I wanted to feel that material clenched around my hips as I fucked him into the mattress that night.
He smiled at me and strode out of the bathroom toward me. He placed one hand on my left shoulder and lifted one leg to my right shoulder, his calf trailed down my back as his knee cupped my shoulder. My face was buried in his crotch. He wasn’t wearing any dainty underwear. My left hand reached up to cup his ass and made a whining noise as he rolled his hips. I smiled and squeezed him roughly, his hand squeezed my shoulder in response. His eyes locked on mine and I felt lost. He smiled again and leaned down to kiss my cheek, it was a sweet kiss that most likely left a set of red lip prints on my cheek. Once he pulled away, I jutted my head upwards to kiss him proper. He smelled like vanilla and cherries. He tasted like cigarettes and whiskey. I licked the insides of his sweet mouth and he pulled away chuckling and shaking his head. My kiss has smeared his red lipstick and plumped his lips. I frowned and he pulled his leg from over my shoulder and kicked me back gently on the bed. He stepped back, his hips swaying from side to side as he turned around. He continued to let his hips shift from side to side, his ass peeking out from under black lace. I swallowed, what on Earth could he have up his sleeve. He peeked back over his shoulder and batted his dark lashes at me.
A smirk lifted the left side of my face and I nodded.
He wrapped his arms around himself and began to slide the sleeves of his negligee down and over his long fingers. I watch in amazement as the lace comes down over his shoulders. A heartagram twinkles on the nape of his neck and inky eyes stare at me from the expanse of his shoulders. The curve of his back is exposed as the fabric slips lower and lower until it’s caught around his hips and ass. He turns around, clutching the fabric in his fingers and biting at his stained red bottom lip. I crook my finger at him. I want him so badly, it’s numbing my brain to anything other than lust. He slunk toward me and crawled over me, our groins pressing together, while I slid my hands over his back and up to his neck, forcing him down into a kiss.
Our mouths meshed together, his saliva mixing with mine and the distinct waxy taste of lipstick slightly embittering the kiss. It’s true, lipstick tastes like shit. The noises in his throat and the way he ground his hips into mine made my heart rate speed up and my erection stiffen from half mast to flying proud. His hands were on my face and in my hair, his elbows were planted on my chest, my hands slid down the curve of his back, down to the fabric that still covered him. I slipped my fingers under the soft material and pushed it away, down to his thighs.
I cupped his perfect ass in my hands again, which caused him to gasp out of our kiss and grind into me harder than before. His skin was so soft. I loved how he felt on top of me. His elbows dug further into my chest as he sat up and began unbuttoning my shirt. His long fingers started at the top and pulled the buttons out of their designated holes, after the third, he got frustrated and just pulled my shirt off, buttons flying, fabric ripping. His fingers splayed across my chest, over my tattooed side and shoulders, back down to the fly of my jeans. I thrust my groin up fully to him, silently begging him to rid my restrained member from its denim confines. He did it sweetly, with a flourish and a kiss to my lips. I moaned low in my throat as his fingers slid into my jeans and onto my member. His fingers rubbed through my course hair and massaged the root of my erection, all while he nibbled on my lips. Nibbles turned into kisses, kisses turned into kisses with fervor, fervor turned into wet, wet turned sloppy and before I knew it, my jeans were gone and we were rolling toward the middle of the bed.
I knew that those stockings would feel amazing clutched around my hips. That’s exactly what happened as our lips battled each other and our groins pressed so tightly to one another. Pulling away for breath, I found myself above him. I shifted my support to one arm in order to pull the clips from his hair. He lifted his head and dropped it back on the bed, fanning his dark hair over the sheets. He was beautiful. With tousled hair and kiss bruised, red stained lips. I leaned in and kissed him again before moving away from him to retrieve lubrication.
As I rummage through the bedside drawer he wiggles the negligee off the rest of the way and tosses it onto my head. I laugh and inhale his scent from the fabric deeply before tossing it to the wayside. Lubrication in hand, I nudge my way in between his thighs and snap the cap open. No matter how many times I’ve done this, it still strikes me as awkward, I’m still afraid to hurt him as I stretch his muscles. I hate the thought that if I didn’t do it correctly his tears would smudge his make up. I found out that I truly adore guys that wear makeup, well, maybe just him.
I glance up from what I’m doing and he’s watching me, his fingers jerking lovingly at his erection. I dip my head down and nip at his hip bones. He groans and clenches his muscles around my fingers. I inhale that cherry vanilla scent again and place a kiss to the heartagram on his abdomen. He pushes his hips up and his erection slides across my chin, I suppose my facial hair tickles him because he lets his adorable nerdy laugh escape from his lips. I add one last finger, I want him properly stretched, I want everything to be perfect. The way his breathing shifts I can tell if I’ve hit his prostate. I didn’t even really know what a prostate was until I met him. I just knew you had to get exams on them when you were old and you could get cancer there. Men are obviously not educated enough on their bodies. I let my fingers slip from him and wiped them off on the sheets before applying new lube to my fingers and working it over my erection. He was biting his lip in anticipation. I could feel his legs trembling where they rested on my hips.
As I sunk into him, I groaned at the friction and resistance. He felt so amazing. His legs clenched around my hips and the sweet slide of satin almost made me lose my balance. I kissed him gently and let my lips trail over his soft cheeks to his neck. I sucked hard on the spot where I could feel his pulse beating, beating so fast. With a shifting of his hips, I knew he was ready. It almost felt like since he looked like a girl, I should treat him like one. I made agonizingly slow thrusts in and out of his body. His hands slipped up my shoulders and onto my back where his blunt fingernails ripped at my skin as I rubbed against his prostate. I shifted my weight onto one hand again and prized his right hand from my back and guided it to his erection. He touched it gingerly almost like he was afraid. I smiled and rose up off my arms onto my knees, his left arm fell to the wayside above his head and I felt myself jerk.
He looked so amazing.
His red lips open in a pant, his right fingers curling around his cock and his curly hair spread out on the sheets and satin sticking to my sweaty skin. I made a grab for his thighs and pushed myself into him further and harder. He gasped and jerked at himself faster, long strokes all the way up and down his length. His eyes were closed, but I kept watching him, his left arm had started to grapple at the sheets and I loved to watch his muscles tighten and flex as he pushed himself into my pull. I was pulling at him, my rhythm shifted and I quickened my pace. His muscles clenched around me and I felt myself starting to spasm. The heat that hand been clawing its way out of my groin was threatening to burst.
His body was falling limp, I watched as he brought himself off. Thick spurts of semen erupted from his erection, his fingers squeezed around his shaft and his mouth opened to groan out my name, his fingers were covered in fluids, but I grabbed his wrist and brought it to my mouth. He shivered under me as my thrusts became staccato and I sucked on his long fingers. My vision tinged black on the edges as the pressure in my groin released and I growled out his name around his index finger. My knees gave out and we went crashing back into the mattress, my weight on top of him and my fluids oozing down my softening flesh as it slipped out of the ring of his abused muscle. He sighed slightly, I lifted my head and pressed a kiss to his lips before I rolled to the side and pulled him close.
I would rather lay together than clean up, letting our fluids dry and flake off painfully was better than being apart right now. His head was resting on my right shoulder and my arm was twisted around threading through his curls. I could swear he was purring. My eyes closed as he was saying something to me. He shifted and his legs intertwined with mine, I remembered the feel of satin against my hairy legs.
When I woke up in the morning I found a cigarette butt in the ashtray I kept there especially for him, the faint trace of red lipstick on the end and a pair of crimson stockings wrapped around the bed post.
What I didn’t notice was the open drawer and the exposed diamond ring.
I noticed that when they told me he was gone.
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- Don't even think about leaving "OMG FC YAY". Seriously. Don't.
TITLE: Stockings
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: Don’t own, don’t know, and never happened.
His eyes were lined so thickly, his hair was washed, curled and pulled up to the point where only wispy dark tendrils were visible on his neck. He’d lost a bet, that’s the only reason this was happening, but he made it happen so well. His full lips were painted in the most whorish red anyone could find. His skin was flawless, but most of it was covered in fabric. Someone had found Victoria’s Goth Sister’s Secret, because I didn’t know where anyone would find that outfit but in that bitch’s closet. Black spidery lace curled down his arms, obscuring that beautiful tattoo that I adored, a v-style neck would have revealed a massive amount of cleavage if he’d had any, and the number stopped right below the swell of his buttocks. I could have come on the spot, but the piece de resistance were the stockings that encased his legs. Smooth crimson satin was pulled up tight on strong calves. I wanted to feel that material clenched around my hips as I fucked him into the mattress that night.
He smiled at me and strode out of the bathroom toward me. He placed one hand on my left shoulder and lifted one leg to my right shoulder, his calf trailed down my back as his knee cupped my shoulder. My face was buried in his crotch. He wasn’t wearing any dainty underwear. My left hand reached up to cup his ass and made a whining noise as he rolled his hips. I smiled and squeezed him roughly, his hand squeezed my shoulder in response. His eyes locked on mine and I felt lost. He smiled again and leaned down to kiss my cheek, it was a sweet kiss that most likely left a set of red lip prints on my cheek. Once he pulled away, I jutted my head upwards to kiss him proper. He smelled like vanilla and cherries. He tasted like cigarettes and whiskey. I licked the insides of his sweet mouth and he pulled away chuckling and shaking his head. My kiss has smeared his red lipstick and plumped his lips. I frowned and he pulled his leg from over my shoulder and kicked me back gently on the bed. He stepped back, his hips swaying from side to side as he turned around. He continued to let his hips shift from side to side, his ass peeking out from under black lace. I swallowed, what on Earth could he have up his sleeve. He peeked back over his shoulder and batted his dark lashes at me.
A smirk lifted the left side of my face and I nodded.
He wrapped his arms around himself and began to slide the sleeves of his negligee down and over his long fingers. I watch in amazement as the lace comes down over his shoulders. A heartagram twinkles on the nape of his neck and inky eyes stare at me from the expanse of his shoulders. The curve of his back is exposed as the fabric slips lower and lower until it’s caught around his hips and ass. He turns around, clutching the fabric in his fingers and biting at his stained red bottom lip. I crook my finger at him. I want him so badly, it’s numbing my brain to anything other than lust. He slunk toward me and crawled over me, our groins pressing together, while I slid my hands over his back and up to his neck, forcing him down into a kiss.
Our mouths meshed together, his saliva mixing with mine and the distinct waxy taste of lipstick slightly embittering the kiss. It’s true, lipstick tastes like shit. The noises in his throat and the way he ground his hips into mine made my heart rate speed up and my erection stiffen from half mast to flying proud. His hands were on my face and in my hair, his elbows were planted on my chest, my hands slid down the curve of his back, down to the fabric that still covered him. I slipped my fingers under the soft material and pushed it away, down to his thighs.
I cupped his perfect ass in my hands again, which caused him to gasp out of our kiss and grind into me harder than before. His skin was so soft. I loved how he felt on top of me. His elbows dug further into my chest as he sat up and began unbuttoning my shirt. His long fingers started at the top and pulled the buttons out of their designated holes, after the third, he got frustrated and just pulled my shirt off, buttons flying, fabric ripping. His fingers splayed across my chest, over my tattooed side and shoulders, back down to the fly of my jeans. I thrust my groin up fully to him, silently begging him to rid my restrained member from its denim confines. He did it sweetly, with a flourish and a kiss to my lips. I moaned low in my throat as his fingers slid into my jeans and onto my member. His fingers rubbed through my course hair and massaged the root of my erection, all while he nibbled on my lips. Nibbles turned into kisses, kisses turned into kisses with fervor, fervor turned into wet, wet turned sloppy and before I knew it, my jeans were gone and we were rolling toward the middle of the bed.
I knew that those stockings would feel amazing clutched around my hips. That’s exactly what happened as our lips battled each other and our groins pressed so tightly to one another. Pulling away for breath, I found myself above him. I shifted my support to one arm in order to pull the clips from his hair. He lifted his head and dropped it back on the bed, fanning his dark hair over the sheets. He was beautiful. With tousled hair and kiss bruised, red stained lips. I leaned in and kissed him again before moving away from him to retrieve lubrication.
As I rummage through the bedside drawer he wiggles the negligee off the rest of the way and tosses it onto my head. I laugh and inhale his scent from the fabric deeply before tossing it to the wayside. Lubrication in hand, I nudge my way in between his thighs and snap the cap open. No matter how many times I’ve done this, it still strikes me as awkward, I’m still afraid to hurt him as I stretch his muscles. I hate the thought that if I didn’t do it correctly his tears would smudge his make up. I found out that I truly adore guys that wear makeup, well, maybe just him.
I glance up from what I’m doing and he’s watching me, his fingers jerking lovingly at his erection. I dip my head down and nip at his hip bones. He groans and clenches his muscles around my fingers. I inhale that cherry vanilla scent again and place a kiss to the heartagram on his abdomen. He pushes his hips up and his erection slides across my chin, I suppose my facial hair tickles him because he lets his adorable nerdy laugh escape from his lips. I add one last finger, I want him properly stretched, I want everything to be perfect. The way his breathing shifts I can tell if I’ve hit his prostate. I didn’t even really know what a prostate was until I met him. I just knew you had to get exams on them when you were old and you could get cancer there. Men are obviously not educated enough on their bodies. I let my fingers slip from him and wiped them off on the sheets before applying new lube to my fingers and working it over my erection. He was biting his lip in anticipation. I could feel his legs trembling where they rested on my hips.
As I sunk into him, I groaned at the friction and resistance. He felt so amazing. His legs clenched around my hips and the sweet slide of satin almost made me lose my balance. I kissed him gently and let my lips trail over his soft cheeks to his neck. I sucked hard on the spot where I could feel his pulse beating, beating so fast. With a shifting of his hips, I knew he was ready. It almost felt like since he looked like a girl, I should treat him like one. I made agonizingly slow thrusts in and out of his body. His hands slipped up my shoulders and onto my back where his blunt fingernails ripped at my skin as I rubbed against his prostate. I shifted my weight onto one hand again and prized his right hand from my back and guided it to his erection. He touched it gingerly almost like he was afraid. I smiled and rose up off my arms onto my knees, his left arm fell to the wayside above his head and I felt myself jerk.
He looked so amazing.
His red lips open in a pant, his right fingers curling around his cock and his curly hair spread out on the sheets and satin sticking to my sweaty skin. I made a grab for his thighs and pushed myself into him further and harder. He gasped and jerked at himself faster, long strokes all the way up and down his length. His eyes were closed, but I kept watching him, his left arm had started to grapple at the sheets and I loved to watch his muscles tighten and flex as he pushed himself into my pull. I was pulling at him, my rhythm shifted and I quickened my pace. His muscles clenched around me and I felt myself starting to spasm. The heat that hand been clawing its way out of my groin was threatening to burst.
His body was falling limp, I watched as he brought himself off. Thick spurts of semen erupted from his erection, his fingers squeezed around his shaft and his mouth opened to groan out my name, his fingers were covered in fluids, but I grabbed his wrist and brought it to my mouth. He shivered under me as my thrusts became staccato and I sucked on his long fingers. My vision tinged black on the edges as the pressure in my groin released and I growled out his name around his index finger. My knees gave out and we went crashing back into the mattress, my weight on top of him and my fluids oozing down my softening flesh as it slipped out of the ring of his abused muscle. He sighed slightly, I lifted my head and pressed a kiss to his lips before I rolled to the side and pulled him close.
I would rather lay together than clean up, letting our fluids dry and flake off painfully was better than being apart right now. His head was resting on my right shoulder and my arm was twisted around threading through his curls. I could swear he was purring. My eyes closed as he was saying something to me. He shifted and his legs intertwined with mine, I remembered the feel of satin against my hairy legs.
When I woke up in the morning I found a cigarette butt in the ashtray I kept there especially for him, the faint trace of red lipstick on the end and a pair of crimson stockings wrapped around the bed post.
What I didn’t notice was the open drawer and the exposed diamond ring.
I noticed that when they told me he was gone.
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