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| SOMETHING FILTHY THIS WAY COMES by Wren After a long hard day at the office, you could seriously do with something long and hard yourself! After drawing a bath, you slide in and soak away the troubles of the world. Everything's so bloody tranquil when all of a sudden... THUNK! A loud noise outside of the bathroom startles you. Goddamnit, you think to yourself. The fun never stops in this house does it? You cover yourself with your arms. "James! That better be you!" Silence, then a couple of wet, clumsy footsteps. You quietly emerge from the tub. Before you can make sure it's locked, very soon after you find out it's not. The door flies open and before you can scream you feel a couple of very strong arms grab you, one around the waist and the other around your neck, his hand covering your mouth. You hear a devilish, yet distinctive snicker from your perpretrator. You take a look and instantly the fear is washed away from your eyes. "You're a fuckass, James!" You laugh as you start to tickle him. He shrieks almost girlishly. "You know, you could have just asked." You smirk as you gesture towards the tub. "Ah, I could, but it wouldn't have been as much fun as scaring the bejesus out of you." He smiles as he takes off his clothes. "Wait one moment." He dashes off to the kitchen and returns with a bottle of pinot noir and two goblets. James has to do everything with a touch of romance. "Ladies first," he says as you climb in the tub. He pours you a glass and hands it to you. Shortly after, he climbs in and pours himself a glass (Have we concluded that this was a big fucking tub? Good!) Scented candles, pinot noir, and the man of your dreams in the same body of water as you. Can it get any better than this? You finish your glasses when suddenly you feel a protrusion right where you'd expect it. You mischeviously caress it with your feet. "Mmmmmm" moans James as he moves up to pull you closer. He rubs some soap on his hands and then pays special attention to your breasts and between your thighs "Oh god, this is so nice," He says as he starts to kiss your neck. You bite your lip and lean your head against his neck, gently licking it as he starts to thrust behind you. "Ohh...turn around baby...I want you to ride me like the naughty girl you are." He moans quietly. You do just as he says, starting slowly. He grabs your hips and guides you to go faster. His moans become agressive as he moves his hands all around your damp flesh. His touch drives you wild. You throw your head back and ride him harder. Water splashes around you two but you don't care. He hungrily sucks your soft, wet nipples until they are hard. He follows up with a gentle nibbling, growling as he grinds deeper into you. You both climax simultaneously, but the story doesn't end there. "When we open the door, you are going to run." James says quietly, yet with a hint of devilishness (I feel like I'm making that word up.) "And you're not going to stop, no matter how close I am to catching you." You nod in agreement as you both walk up to the bathroom door. You fling it open and start running to the bedroom. You seemed to have forgotten one tiny detail, and that was that James is an excellent runner. He grabs you within three seconds of you entering the bedroom and throws you on the bed, flat on your back. "Don't move." His leery stare burns through you. As a result, you cross your legs. "Hah!" James cackles. "Like that's going to stop me!" You're damn right it doesn't. He pries your legs open with his bare hands and moves in to lick your bare, freshly shaven pussy. As he's flicking his tongue against your clit, he uses his free hand to play with your tender nipples. Within seconds as you feel your orgasm approaching, he slides two fingers inside you, causing you to cry out, "Oh god, James! Harder!" He toys with your clit quite roughly and intensely. You feel your body wracked in hot pleasure. You scream and he grinds his now pulsating cock inside you, pounding you in ways you never thought possible. He grabs your hips again, grunting with each thrust becoming more powerful. You try to flail around but he holds you down by his shoulders and plants a deep kiss so far down your throat you can't even have so much as a squeal escape. "You little slut, you just tell me how good this feels." He kills you every time he says things like that. Your body grows weak. "Tell me now," He says as he thrusts and growls harder, gnawing on your neck in just the right spot that makes you cry out "Oh god, you're too fucking good, James!" "You're damn right I am," with just a few more powerthrusts, he cums with the last one, throwing his head back and with his eyes rolling in the back of his head. It takes a good twenty minutes to recover from that incredible powerfuck. You both share a cigarette. He cuddles you tenderly and kisses your forehead. "I love you." "I love you too." you say as you rest your head on his chest. "Work tomorrow?" "Nah, what about you?" "Nah." "So we have a whole day of this?" "And why not?" James laughs as he snuffs out the cigarette and turns out the light. THE END. <<< Wren's stories |