Author: Molly

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I had never seen him so relaxed before. Instead of his normal turtleneck and dress shirt combo, he was wearing a loose t-shirt and a baggy sweater. His dress slacks were traded for sweats, and his ever present gloves were tossed to the side. If we hadn’t already planned out this tryst, I’d have been instantly turned on. The room swung around a little as he propped his phone somewhere on his bedding as he got comfortable against the headboard. His gaze focused on the camera and he said “Will you show me?”

I giggled into my camera and moved my phone into position on the camera mount I had setup for tonight. I crawled back into position against my pillows to show off the nightie I’d picked out. Black and dark red, with matching panties. Dark red thigh-highs held up with a matching black and red garter belt. I heard a low moan from my phone as I ran a hand up one leg. “Do you like it? I picked it out for you.”

“I wish I could touch you right now.” He said. “I would caress your cheek.”

I moved my hand to my cheek and caressed myself. “I’d… Continue reading “Late-night Facetime Call” →

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The world looks entirely different when the canopy of an ancient oak forest barely reaches your knees. To the tiny creatures scurrying below, I am a force of nature; a living goddess carved from flesh and bone. They build their fragile, intricate little lives in the valleys of my footprints; and right now, I am feeling incredibly playful.

I stretch languidly, a slow, deliberate movement that sends a low rumble through the bedrock beneath me. The air up here is crisp and the sun warms my bare skin, casting long shadows across the landscape. Looking down, I spy a bustling little settlement nestled near the riverbank. From this height, their grandest architecture looks like a collection of delicate wooden toys, and the people are mere specks of frantic energy.

I kneel, a massive movement that creates a sudden, rushing wind down in the valley. The ground trembles as my knees settle into the soft earth, crushing a few symmetrical rows of their precious crops. I lean in closer, bringing my face down to their level, letting them feel the heat of my breath. A collective gasp seems to rise from the tiny crowd as my shadow swallows their town whole.

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The kitchen was entirely too hot. The air was thick with the rich aroma of roasting garlic and a wine reduction. A single bead of sweat traced a slow, agonizing path down the valley of my collarbone, trapped beneath the linen of my apron. I stood at the island rolling out pasta dough, my forearms aching from the effort. Then, a pair of hands slid around my waist.

I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. His chest pressed flush against my back, his body heat radiating through our thin clothing. He leaned over my shoulder; his breath a warm, spiced breeze against my neck that made my breath catch in my throat.

“You’re rushing the dough, dear,” he murmured, his voice was low against my ear.

Before I could reply, his flour-dusted hands covered mine on the rolling pin. He didn’t take over; instead, he guided my movements, forcing a slow and deliberate rhythm that felt entirely too intimate for a kitchen counter. With every forward lean, his hips pressed into mine, an explicit promise disguised as a culinary lesson.

“See?” he whispered, his lips grazing the sensitive skin just beneath my ear. “Patience makes everything sweeter.”

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The heat of the late afternoon sun filtered through the thick canopy of the ancient forest, dappling the clearing in shades of gold and amber. I leaned against the trunk of a massive oak, trying to steady my breathing, but my pulse raced for a reason that had nothing to do with the summer heat.

A heavy, rhythmic thud echoed through the loam. He emerged from the shadows of the treeline, entrancing and majestic. Chiron stood before me, his human torso was lean and powerfully muscled, slick with a fine sheen of sweat; transitioning seamlessly into the sleek, powerful body of a golden-bay stallion.

“You’re late,” I murmured, my voice a little rougher than I intended.

Chiron walked slowly towards me, his hooves treading softly on the moss. He stopped just inches from me, his towering height casting a long shadow over my frame. He looked down, his dark eyes burning with an intense need.

“The herd required my attention,” he said, his deep, resonant voice vibrating right through my chest. “But you always have my focus.”

The sheer proximity of him was overwhelming. I reached out, my fingers trembling slightly as I pressed my palm against his warm…

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The storm had driven me into the sea caves, but it was the silence inside that truly trapped me. The water here didn’t crash; it lapped against the smooth rocks like a warm breath against skin. I waded deeper, the bioluminescent algae painting the water in an electric indigo that barely illuminated the area around me. Then, the water shifted; a slow, hydraulic swell rose against my thighs, wet and deliberate.

Out of the glowing depths, the first one emerged. It wasn’t rough, but impossibly sleek and cool. A dark, muscular ribbon of flesh breaking the surface without a sound. It brushed against my calf, an almost teasing, feather-light caress that sent an immediate shiver straight up my spine. I froze, my breath catching in my throat, terrified but transfixed.

Another rose, followed by three more; all of them slick and glistening with a pearlescent sheen. They circled me in the water, a slow-motion ballet of fluid muscle. One rose higher, draping itself over my knee. The underside was lined with soft, pale suckers that dimpled against my bare skin. The suckers didn’t hurt. Instead, they created a strange, rhythmic vacuum. A series of tiny, pulsing pressures that felt almost…

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I sat on the edge of my bed, slowly pulling the first white thigh-high stocking up my leg. The opaque, silky fabric contrasting sharply with the navy blue of my duvet. I adjusted it over my calf, my fingers lingering at the knee; savoring the soft knitted fabric, before guiding the lace band to rest against my upper thigh. The silicone grip squeezing gently against my skin.

I leaned back, lifting my other leg to repeat the ritual. I took my time, appreciating the texture and the way the stark white highlighted every curve of my legs. After tugging the second one this way, and that to get it just right; I stood and took a good look at myself in the full length mirror.

Bright white thigh-high stockings, matching full coverage undies, and a white plunge bra. I looked amazing. It was always nice to take my time and pamper myself a little while dressing up. I ran my hands down my body, adjusting my bra slightly and then down to pat my ass before putting on the black and white dress I was wearing for the evening.

A key turned in the front door lock.

Smiling to myself

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A few months ago, I attended my friend’s wedding. The ceremony was wonderfully simple, and surprisingly quick. The reception, however, was anything but. Course after course, with speeches in between each one. So many toasts, I needed my glass refilled three times. I really hadn’t been expecting to be sitting this long. No matter how I fidgeted in my seat, I couldn’t find a comfortable position. Every few seconds, a sharp, insistent cramp radiated from deep inside; a frantic reminder that I had ignored my body’s signals for far too long during the endless rounds of toasts and boring speeches.

My bladder felt like heavy weight was pressing on it, stretching it to it’s absolute limit. When a pair of strong hands settled on my waist, I let out a small, involuntary whimper.

“Hiding, darling?” My date’s voice was low against my ear. He pulled me against him, and I could feel his warmth radiating off of him.

“Please don’t,” I gasped out, squeezing my thighs together desperately. The movement of his hands sent a fresh wave of pressure through me, making my muscles twitch with the desperate effort to hold back the tide. “I… I need to go, so … “

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The rain lashed against the windows of the hotel room, fracturing the city lights into a smattering constellation of refracted lights. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of cedarwood and the tension that had been building between us for months.

I leaned lightly against the built-in desk, my pulse hammering in my throat. My son’s teacher didn’t move; he simply watched me, his gaze heavy and dark. His eyes tracing the way my breath hitched.

“You’re trembling,” he noted, his voice a low, gravelly hum that vibrated right through me.

“It’s cold,” I lied, shifting away from the desk.

He rose then, moving with a predatory grace that made the room feel suddenly too small. When he stopped, he was inches away. Close enough for me to feel the heat radiating off his body. He reached out, his thumb grazing the hollow of my throat, before sliding upward to tilt my head back.

“I don’t think it’s the cold,” Making eye contact, he murmured before leaning down until his lips brushed against the shell of my ear.

I gasped as his other hand found the small of my back, pulling me flush against him. The contact was electrifying

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My feet beat out a steady rhythm on the treadmill as I began to wind down my cool down run. My gym trainer would be checking on me soon and I needed to be ready for the stretches he’d insist on. Slowing my pace further; I drink from my water bottle, spilling a little down my chin. I wipe my chin and come to a stop. Taking a few deep breaths, I shake one leg then the other before wiping down the controls.

I turn to find my trainer right behind me. “Good job. Now let’s get you stretched out.” He nodded over his shoulder to the yoga mat he’d already laid out. I rolled my head to relax my neck and assumed the first stretch. One knee almost touching the floor, my other leg in front of me at a ninety degree angle, lunging forward. My trainer counted down before I switched.

After switching sides, it was time to do the butterfly stretch. My trainer was never happy with my progress for this one. I sat and brought my feet together in front of me, bracing my elbows on my knees; I gently pulled on my feet. The

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The management at my apartment complex is terrible at making timely repairs. I generally take care of small things by myself, but I had no idea how to fix the hole in my bedroom wall. While rearranging my furniture, I dropped one end of my nightstand and now there was a hole in the wall. All the way through to my neighbor’s room. I was screwed. There was no way for me to fix it.

As I was examining the hole, my neighbor walked into his room, looking like he was fresh from a work out or shower. I knew I should look away, but the way the drops of water dripped down his skin was mesmerizing. I knelt down, getting closer to the hole to have a better look.

He stripped out of his baggy shorts and underwear. I’d always thought he was attractive, and I was silently kicking myself for not making a move sooner. He was packing, and I felt my pussy throb with want.

He laid out on the bed and pulled out his phone, scrolling through videos until he found something he liked; idly fondling himself before getting comfortable and focused fully on the screen.

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