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Here is a fresh prompt for you to work with.
Rain
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Formerly, this was a challenge to make a word itself, one that wouldn't normally be thought of as "dirty" become something 'dirty." I have decided to change up the rules a little bit. Instead of posting a word and making it "dirty", I am going with a simple prompt, and you can use that for a theme for your piece. This is an adult content blog and if you are offended by such writings, or if you are under 18, you must leave. There are no restrictions on size, although we do encourage brevity. You may post the entry here, or put a permalink up to your own blog. Content must not be illegal. This is just meant to be good fun. Any post I feel oversteps the boundries will be deleted. There is a list of links to past prompts, and you are free to write on any prompt as the whim hits you.
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Droplets splashed and ran in rivlets down the window. She lay awake, listening to the soft watery sounds outside, and the soft breathing sounds of the nam beside her. Despite the exhaustive interlude that they had shard only hours before she had not been able to sleep. She knew that it wasn't because of the storm outside, even though it had increased now beating a hard stacato rhythm against the window. It was him. She wanted to savor every moment with him. She couldn't waste it on sleep.
She reached out a hand to tentively stroke the dark, tousled hair and the sharp angles of his cheekbones and jaw. She had not meant to awaken him with her shifting movements. Her hand paused as he snorted and turned. His knee fell between her legs. She was instantly aware of the growing hardness against her thigh, as was he as he came more fully awake.
His dark eyes opened, staring into hers, asking unspoken questions. The longing that he saw in her eyes was all the answer that he needed. He moved his body over hers, lowering his head, raining kisses across her throat. At last capturing her lips, his tongue worked its way into her mouth.
By now he was fully aroused by the sweet warmth of her body beneath his. She opened herself to him, more than ready to receive him yet again. He entered her fully, deeply.
"Oh, Johnny", she gasped agains his neck.
He easily settled into his natural rhythm, which coincided to the rain beating against the window. And lasted longer than the storm outside.
It was days like this, she thought to herself, that she called in the gray clouds and begged for rain. Her brain ran on, sloshing through the puddles of her existence, for few would call it a life. The days ran one into another, no contact with others. Working from home gave her a space where she didn’t have to engage in the pleasantries of co-workers, deal with the gossips, fight off the rude and so not sly attempts of male superiors. She could phone it all in, without speaking to anyone. E-mail, what a godsend.
However, these were the days she hated, the ones where her mind talked back to her, telling her she needed to make contact with another human being. Trips to the corner café were not doing their usual good. It was time to feed off of another’s flesh, drown herself in the act of sex to make her body and mind remember it was a living thing.
She hated the club scene, it was so obvious. Her encounters had to be of chance, that spark that lights off and sizzles through the soul. Hence, the rain. It deters the dress-up dolls and brings people out in their trench coats. How she loved to sit under one of the umbrellas at the café and watch as people huddled up and ran by, no one looking, politeness in form. Courtesy in a rain slicker. The great equalizer, rain. It falls on everyone alike.
She stood on her fourth floor patio, looking out at the sky, then the city below, willing the clouds in, coaxing them with a breath. The sky began to haze, that lovely autumnal gray that highlights the leaves and gives vibrancy to the bit of light that seeps through. A rumble of thunder announced that her rain was coming. With a satisfied smile, she stepped in to gather her thongs and make her way to the café.
Mid-October was still mild and warm, and the humidity of the encroaching storm clung about her body as she settled in at a table right on the sidewalk. She could see the people rounding the corner, heading to the parking garage on the next block. Rush hour was coming and the rain was sure to hurry many along. She hear the first large drops hit the umbrella over her seat and she saw a few people move indoor. Good. She did like privacy of sorts while hunting.
The gentle rain ushered the commuters along to their destinations, and she watched as, unprepared for the storm, they tried to get along with briefcase, purse, news and coats over their heads. She laughed at them. How silly, you are going home, you are already wet, let it go.
He caught her eye as soon as he rounded the corner. This one was not local. He was not rushing, he looked around. Seeing her sitting at the table he slid over the low rail and came to join her.
“May I…uh…ride…this out with you?”
“Sure.”
Oh my, he looked good enough to eat, dark blonde hair plastered about his face. His eyes were dark and had a light to them, she liked that. She reached to her bag and pulled out a small towel and threw it at him.
“Here.”
“Wow. Thanks. You always carry a towel?”
“Douglas Adams…you never travel without one.”
She winked at him and he laughed.
“Ya…that’s true, it has many uses, doesn’t it?”
More points for him as he knew his Hitchhiker’s. A waiter from the café came out, wearing a ridiculous umbrella hat, and took his order, returning with it then sliding inside. She went back to watching the people and he relaxed in his seat, doing the same. Thunder echoed through the streets, bouncing off of the buildings.
“You got a name?”
“Toby.”
“I’m Gwen.”
“So…Gwen. Did you get caught in this too?”
“No, actually, I called it up.”
She almost burst out laughing at the look on his face. He was trying to see if she was serious.
“I am serious, Toby, I needed to clean a few cobwebs from my brain, and to do that properly, I need rain.”
“So, how do you do that then, clean cobwebs?”
He had relaxed again and sat back, sipping from his cup.”
“I get fucked.”
Toby choked on his drink, spilling some down the front of his shirt. Smiling, she pointed to the towel.
“Many uses.”
Once he caught his breath back, he stared at her for a long moment.
“You aren’t kidding.”
“No, I’m not. I call in a storm, wait to see who comes about, then get myself laid. No ties, no commitment, just a good physical fuck. Then I can go back to being myself again.”
Silence hung between them like the humidity. She held his gaze for a bit, then curled one side of her mouth up in a smile. By not dealing with people every day, she was more blunt and outspoken when she did converse. It was fun to see the way people reacted. She could see in his eyes he was trying to gauge her.
“Look, I am not an undercover cop setting you up, I am not a prostitute. I just need to get laid. Are you game, or should I go back to looking?”
She watched as the light she noticed in his eyes became stronger, and his mouth lifted in a smile matching hers.
“You live close?”
They arrived at her place in a matter of minutes, drenched and hungry. Once in, they stripped each other of their wet clothes and fell to the sofa, side by side.
“Do you want to fuck and explore or the other way around, Gwen? This is all your show.”
She reached over and grabbed his half stiff prick, giving it a short jerk. His head threw back and his eyes half closed. She bent down, taking him into her mouth, sucking his all the way down and back.
“Nice. I think I am gonna like this.”
She sat up and took his face between her hands, drawing it to her own. The first kiss was explosive, hot, wet, tongues moving between mouths, feeling the hot caverns. Hands ran free over wet skin, touching, tugging, feeling the heat of passion rising. Toby forced her back along the couch and lay his full body on top of hers, rubbing his growing cock against her belly. Her hands ran up and down his sides, across his back, nails leaving a trail of sensation as they moved. He made his way down her body, licking wide, wet paths around her breasts over her belly until he reached his destination. She moved to give him access to her cunt, raising her ass to a pillow. He settled him, going after her clit like a man starved. The ferocity of his eating her out overwhelmed her and she reached a climax in minutes, grabbing his hair and holding him in place while she jerked against his mouth. He sat up, smiling, face a wet mass of her cum. Picking up the towel from when they met, he wiped his face and leaned over her again, kissing her so she could taste herself in him. Her hands grasped his now solid cock and began to rub up and down. He moaned and moved her so that she faced away. She spread her legs and he found the opening to her cunt waiting for him. With little fanfare, he plunged in. She shouted out, the sensation of his full length filling her overtaking her.
“Yes. Fuck me as hard as you can Toby.”
He curled an arm around her waist, pulling her close to him. In one strong move, they were standing in front of the couch, she leaning across the front cushions to support her arms on the back. His hands rested at her hips and every thrust into her, he pulled her back to meet him. The smooth rhythm picked up speed
“Do you like that, Gwen? Tell me, is this what you wanted when you called in the storm?”
“Yes. Oh YES! Hard cock, so big. Harder, fuck me harder!”
Toby stopped and withdrew his cock from her cunt. Her spun her and had her sit on the couch. She took his cock into her mouth making sucking noises and she swallowed him, again and again. It was his turn to hold onto her head as she ate his prick, licking off her own juices, making noises as if eating the greatest delicacy in the world. She held his balls and felt them growing tight, tasting the precum that was oozing out. She stooped and lay back against the couch, spread eagle, wide open.
“There’s more to enjoy, Toby.”
“No worries, I am good for a couple of rounds.”
He took his cock in his hand and began to stroke himself off. She took her hands and began to rub her clit, dipping her finger in and out of her cunt. It took but a few minutes for her to get herself off, and he followed behind, his cum shooting up to drop on her breasts, hot daubs that she rubbed in, mixing it with the own cum from her hand. Toby dropped to his knees and began to lick her breasts clean, finding on nipple, sucking it to a hard fine point, then going to the other. His cock was half hard, and with a little nudging from her foot, it began to grow again.
“Put it where it belongs Toby. Put that hard rod into me and fuck my brains out.”
Toby complied, sliding in, slow and easy. His rhythm was slow, and Gwen began to squirm on the couch, urging it to speed up.
“Toby, faster, come on, I am on fire, I want you to fuck me fast and hard, like a rabbit!”
“If I make you cum, the next round goes in your ass little girl.”
“YES! YES!!”
His speed increased as the idea of an anal fuck had them both sweating. He put his hands on the insides of her knees and spread her legs wide, burying his cock deep into her cunt with every stroke. Her hands move to her breasts, grasping the rock hard nipples he had created, pinching them, pulling them out for his mouth. He leaned in and bit at them making her body jerk.
With a scream she let loose of her third orgasm in their short time together. Without waiting for her to finish, he flipped her over and planted himself in her ass, eliciting a second scream of pleasure. His slick cock made the entry easy and he didn’t lose a stroke moving to the new hole. His hands grabbed her ass cheeks, squeezing them. She began to match him, rocking back against his thrusts. One hand found its way around her clit, and he teased it with a flick. One finger slid up into her, and he could feel his own cock through the walls f her cunt.
Gwen had given up thought beyond the absolute pleasure centered in her pussy now, She was like a rag doll, the plaything of the man behind her. This was how it should be, blind oblivion to forget all the rest./ His cock spread her ass in a delightful tug, his finger inside if her created a sensation of being full, and she could feel the two rubbing against each other, thin flesh between them. She could form no word, just a primal grunt as each thrust slapped into her. She groped for his balls, squeezing them and rolling them in her palm, feeling that telltale movement of a man about to cum.
“Cum baby, my cock is gonna explode in your ass, cum now!”
With those words, her entire world became as simple as pure joy, white light, hot, electric joy. The orgasm hit her and brought her up against his chest as his vibrated inside her. She could feel the hot cum sliding out of her ass, running down their legs. Her grabbed her breasts and held her tight against him as her jerked with the last spasms of his orgasm, squeezing her breasts hard, catching the nipples betweens his fingers as her did, getting the last of her orgasm out as well. As both of their bodies became still, she curled forward to the couch. He followed, and they lay together as the Autumn sun returned to set in the evening sky, coloring her apartment in russets to match the dying embers of their sex. He reached up to pull an afghan from the back of the couch, covering their sticky nude bodies.
“Wake me up in an hour, and we’ll have another go.” She whispered as she snuggled into his chest.
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