#lzwrites — Public Fediverse posts
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CW: erotic microfiction (forced orgasm, praise, competition)
"That's it, you're doing so great," I murmur, sweeping your damp hair out of your eyes and kissing you softly, lightly resting my forehead against yours as your body trembles, chest heaving from the exertion and ecstasy from the machine thrumming between your legs. "Remember, deep breaths and let your mind go, just like we practiced, that's my perfect little slut. I know you've got at least six more orgasms in you, just don't fight it. You're so close to outlasting that girl and I'm so proud of you."
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CW: erotic microfiction (forced orgasm, praise, competition)
"That's it, you're doing so great," I murmur, sweeping your damp hair out of your eyes and kissing you softly, lightly resting my forehead against yours as your body trembles, chest heaving from the exertion and ecstasy from the machine thrumming between your legs. "Remember, deep breaths and let your mind go, just like we practiced, that's my perfect little slut. I know you've got at least six more orgasms in you, just don't fight it. You're so close to outlasting that girl and I'm so proud of you."
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CW: erotic microfiction (forced orgasm, praise, competition)
"That's it, you're doing so great," I murmur, sweeping your damp hair out of your eyes and kissing you softly, lightly resting my forehead against yours as your body trembles, chest heaving from the exertion and ecstasy from the machine thrumming between your legs. "Remember, deep breaths and let your mind go, just like we practiced, that's my perfect little slut. I know you've got at least six more orgasms in you, just don't fight it. You're so close to outlasting that girl and I'm so proud of you."
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CW: erotic microfiction — “midnight smells at 11:30”
It was the way you smelled, there in the dark as we embraced, that undid me. This was supposed to be a good night hug, until your scent got under my skin, made it burn hot against yours as I turned my head to inhale deeply, my lips brushing along your shoulder until they found the moonlit curve at the base of your neck, my mouth opening to suck and lick, as though I could consume you entirely just like this. Maybe I could, with time, but as the hunger grows between us I am suddenly quite certain that nothing will be enough until I’m inside you, until there’s nothing but you and me and the need to make you scream into the night in ecstasy, make your head jerk back and your mouth gape open as we both shatter and re-form endlessly, leaving nothing but truth and joy and hunger fulfilled.
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CW: erotic microfiction — “midnight smells at 11:30”
It was the way you smelled, there in the dark as we embraced, that undid me. This was supposed to be a good night hug, until your scent got under my skin, made it burn hot against yours as I turned my head to inhale deeply, my lips brushing along your shoulder until they found the moonlit curve at the base of your neck, my mouth opening to suck and lick, as though I could consume you entirely just like this. Maybe I could, with time, but as the hunger grows between us I am suddenly quite certain that nothing will be enough until I’m inside you, until there’s nothing but you and me and the need to make you scream into the night in ecstasy, make your head jerk back and your mouth gape open as we both shatter and re-form endlessly, leaving nothing but truth and joy and hunger fulfilled.
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CW: erotic microfiction — “midnight smells at 11:30”
It was the way you smelled, there in the dark as we embraced, that undid me. This was supposed to be a good night hug, until your scent got under my skin, made it burn hot against yours as I turned my head to inhale deeply, my lips brushing along your shoulder until they found the moonlit curve at the base of your neck, my mouth opening to suck and lick, as though I could consume you entirely just like this. Maybe I could, with time, but as the hunger grows between us I am suddenly quite certain that nothing will be enough until I’m inside you, until there’s nothing but you and me and the need to make you scream into the night in ecstasy, make your head jerk back and your mouth gape open as we both shatter and re-form endlessly, leaving nothing but truth and joy and hunger fulfilled.