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Well, how could anyone refuse an offer like that? Give me some time to think, I'm sure some inspiration will come to me once I've fully woken up.
 
Aside from that, all paid short stories have been reduced from £10 to £5 until January the 1st
 
To all the people who have outstanding free short stories that I owe them, I apologise for the delay but I had an influx of people commissioning me for paid stories and they had to take precedence as a lot of them were paying for overnight delivery

I haven’t forgotten the freebies that I promised people and they are important to me as well so I will deliver them and I thank you for your patience
 
Apologies to all outstanding freebies, I’m still doing all paid requests and I will then get back to you
 
I don’t normally do this, but a client has asked me to post their story that they paid for to this page so they can remain anonymous

No nasty replies to them if any of you work out who they are please and love to all of you ❤️

Darth Aphrodite


Old Friends, New Secrets…

The door swung open, and there stood Brad, his presence filling the small apartment. His broad shoulders and confident smirk radiated cocky charm, the kind that had made him a legend back in high school. He wore his Army-issued duffle bag slung over one shoulder, the green fabric accentuating his muscular build.

His hair was cropped close, his jawline sharp, and his piercing blue eyes scanned the room with a mixture of a predator and superiority.

“Timmy, my man!” Brad boomed, stepping inside and clapping his old friend on the back. Tim stumbled slightly, his smaller frame unprepared for the force of Brad’s greeting. Tim adjusted his thick glasses, his messy dark hair falling into his eyes as he grinned awkwardly.

“Brad, you made it!” Tim said, his voice warm and genuine. “Becky, look who’s here!”

From the kitchen, Becky appeared, her platinum blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Her tight tank top struggled to contain her massive tits, which jiggled slightly with each step. Her short miniskirt barely covered her ass, and the curve of her hips was enough to make Brad’s grin widen.

“Wow,” Brad said, letting his eyes roam unapologetically over her body. “Tim, you’ve really outdone yourself, can’t believe she’s still with you.”

Becky blushed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Nice to see you, Brad,” she said, her voice sweet and a little shy. But her eyes lingered on him for a second too long, catching the spark of mischief in his gaze.

The evening started innocently enough. The three of them sat in the living room, laughing and reminiscing about their high school days. Brad regaled them with stories from the Army, his deep voice and commanding presence dominating the conversation. Tim, ever the lightweight, was already slurring his words as the drinks flowed freely.

Brad leaned back on the couch, his arm draped lazily over the backrest, his eyes fixed on Becky as she laughed at one of his stories. “You know,” he said, his tone dripping with arrogance, “back in high school, I fucked just about every one of your friends Becky.”

Becky’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushing as she looked to Tim, who was too drunk to notice. “That’s… uh… quite the accomplishment,” she said, trying to laugh it off.

Brad smirked, leaning forward, his eyes locking onto hers. “I always wondered why you didn’t join the list,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “You were the hottest of them all.”

Becky’s breath hitched, her heart racing as his words hung in the air. She glanced at Tim, who was slumped over on the couch, snoring softly. “Brad,” she said, her voice wavering, “Tim and I are engaged.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Brad interrupted, waving a hand dismissively. “You and Tim are so sweet. But let’s be real—did you ever wonder? Even a little?”

Becky’s cheeks burned, but she didn’t move as Brad slid closer. His hand brushed her thigh, his touch firm and confident. “I know you did,” he murmured, his voice dripping with arrogance. “I mean, how could you not? All your friends told you how good I was, didn’t they? And I know you heard me and Ruby fucking the night we all graduated while her date was looking for her.”

Her breath hitched, her pulse quickening. She should have pulled away, should have woken Tim, but she didn’t. Instead, she looked into Brad’s eyes, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to find her voice. “Brad… Tim’s right here…”

“Yeah, I see him,” Brad said, glancing at Tim’s unconscious form sprawled on the couch, his mouth slightly open as he snored softly. “But he’s not gonna wake up. You know that.”

Becky swallowed hard, her thighs pressing together as Brad’s fingers trailed higher, inching under the hem of her miniskirt. “You’ve thought about it,” he said, leaning in until his lips were a breath away from her ear. “About what it would be like to let go. To have a real man with a big crooked dick make you scream.”

Her gasp turned into a soft moan as his hand gripped her thigh, sliding up under her short skirt and his thumb brushing the edge of her panties. “Brad…” she whispered, but it was a plea rather than a protest.

“Say the word,” he growled, his lips brushing her neck. “Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop.”

But Becky didn’t say a word. Her lips parted, her breathing shallow as she turned her head, her mouth meeting his in a desperate, hungry kiss. Brad wasted no time, his hand sliding between her legs, his fingers pressing against her soaking wet panties.

“You’re dripping,” he said with a smirk, pulling back just enough to see her flushed face. “You’ve wanted this for a long time, haven’t you? You sexy slut.”

Brad pushed his good friend’s gorgeous fiancée back onto the carpet, his hands ripping at her tank top, and her bra swiftly flying across the room, freeing her massive tits, which bounced as she gasped. “Fuck,” he growled, leaning down to take one stiff nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as she cried out.

Becky arched her back, her hands clutching at his broad shoulders as he aggressively yanked her panties down, leaving her bare and exposed apart from her miniskirt. His big cock was already rock hard, and he pulled it free from his jeans with one hand, stroking it slowly as he stared down at her.

“Look at you,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “Lying here, ready to let me fuck you right next to your fiancé. What a dirty little slut you are, I thought you loved him.”

Her moan was answer enough. Brad positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her entrance. Without hesitation, he slammed into her, burying himself to the hilt in one rough thrust. Becky screamed, her nails digging into his back as he set a brutal, punishing rhythm.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Brad groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her. “Tim’s little Barbie doll, and now you’re mine, Barbie needs Action Man not a wimpy Ken doll.”

Her big beautiful tits bounced wildly with each thrust, her cries growing louder as he fucked her harder, deeper. The hot sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with her moans and his growls of pleasure.

“Say it,” he demanded, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him. “Say you’re mine you cheating bitch.”

“I’m yours,” she gasped, her body shuddering as her orgasm tore through her. “I’m yours Brad, fuck me like a slut!”

He grinned, slamming into her a few more times before pulling out. “Get on your knees,” he ordered, his voice cold and commanding.

Becky obeyed, crawling on her hands and knees as Brad stood over her, his cock slick with her juices. He grabbed her hair, stroking himself furiously as she stared up at him, her lips parted.

“Let’s give Timmy a little taste,” he said with a smirk, pulling her over to where Tim lay unconscious on the couch.

Becky hesitated for only a moment before reaching up, her delicate fingers wrapping around Brad’s cock. She stroked him slowly at first, then faster, her eyes darting between his face and Tim’s sleeping form.

With a deep groan, Brad came, thick ropes of cum splattering across Tim’s face. Becky watched, her breath hitching as the sticky mess dripped down his cheeks, sliding into his slightly open mouth. She reached out, guiding the last few drops onto his lips as Brad laughed softly.

Tim stirred slightly, his tongue darting out to lick his lips, swallowing Brad’s salty seed without waking. Becky shuddered, her body still trembling from her own release as Brad leaned down, kissing her hard.

“I’m not done with you yet, I owe you a wedding present” he whispered hotly and Becky was already creaming herself again…
 
RIPAphrodite said:
I don’t normally do this, but a client has asked me to post their story that they paid for to this page so they can remain anonymous

No nasty replies to them if any of you work out who they are please and love to all of you ❤️

Darth Aphrodite


Old Friends, New Secrets…

The door swung open, and there stood Brad, his presence filling the small apartment. His broad shoulders and confident smirk radiated cocky charm, the kind that had made him a legend back in high school. He wore his Army-issued duffle bag slung over one shoulder, the green fabric accentuating his muscular build.

His hair was cropped close, his jawline sharp, and his piercing blue eyes scanned the room with a mixture of a predator and superiority.

“Timmy, my man!” Brad boomed, stepping inside and clapping his old friend on the back. Tim stumbled slightly, his smaller frame unprepared for the force of Brad’s greeting. Tim adjusted his thick glasses, his messy dark hair falling into his eyes as he grinned awkwardly.

“Brad, you made it!” Tim said, his voice warm and genuine. “Becky, look who’s here!”

From the kitchen, Becky appeared, her platinum blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Her tight tank top struggled to contain her massive tits, which jiggled slightly with each step. Her short miniskirt barely covered her ass, and the curve of her hips was enough to make Brad’s grin widen.

“Wow,” Brad said, letting his eyes roam unapologetically over her body. “Tim, you’ve really outdone yourself, can’t believe she’s still with you.”

Becky blushed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Nice to see you, Brad,” she said, her voice sweet and a little shy. But her eyes lingered on him for a second too long, catching the spark of mischief in his gaze.

The evening started innocently enough. The three of them sat in the living room, laughing and reminiscing about their high school days. Brad regaled them with stories from the Army, his deep voice and commanding presence dominating the conversation. Tim, ever the lightweight, was already slurring his words as the drinks flowed freely.

Brad leaned back on the couch, his arm draped lazily over the backrest, his eyes fixed on Becky as she laughed at one of his stories. “You know,” he said, his tone dripping with arrogance, “back in high school, I fucked just about every one of your friends Becky.”

Becky’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushing as she looked to Tim, who was too drunk to notice. “That’s… uh… quite the accomplishment,” she said, trying to laugh it off.

Brad smirked, leaning forward, his eyes locking onto hers. “I always wondered why you didn’t join the list,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “You were the hottest of them all.”

Becky’s breath hitched, her heart racing as his words hung in the air. She glanced at Tim, who was slumped over on the couch, snoring softly. “Brad,” she said, her voice wavering, “Tim and I are engaged.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Brad interrupted, waving a hand dismissively. “You and Tim are so sweet. But let’s be real—did you ever wonder? Even a little?”

Becky’s cheeks burned, but she didn’t move as Brad slid closer. His hand brushed her thigh, his touch firm and confident. “I know you did,” he murmured, his voice dripping with arrogance. “I mean, how could you not? All your friends told you how good I was, didn’t they? And I know you heard me and Ruby fucking the night we all graduated while her date was looking for her.”

Her breath hitched, her pulse quickening. She should have pulled away, should have woken Tim, but she didn’t. Instead, she looked into Brad’s eyes, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to find her voice. “Brad… Tim’s right here…”

“Yeah, I see him,” Brad said, glancing at Tim’s unconscious form sprawled on the couch, his mouth slightly open as he snored softly. “But he’s not gonna wake up. You know that.”

Becky swallowed hard, her thighs pressing together as Brad’s fingers trailed higher, inching under the hem of her miniskirt. “You’ve thought about it,” he said, leaning in until his lips were a breath away from her ear. “About what it would be like to let go. To have a real man with a big crooked dick make you scream.”

Her gasp turned into a soft moan as his hand gripped her thigh, sliding up under her short skirt and his thumb brushing the edge of her panties. “Brad…” she whispered, but it was a plea rather than a protest.

“Say the word,” he growled, his lips brushing her neck. “Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop.”

But Becky didn’t say a word. Her lips parted, her breathing shallow as she turned her head, her mouth meeting his in a desperate, hungry kiss. Brad wasted no time, his hand sliding between her legs, his fingers pressing against her soaking wet panties.

“You’re dripping,” he said with a smirk, pulling back just enough to see her flushed face. “You’ve wanted this for a long time, haven’t you? You sexy slut.”

Brad pushed his good friend’s gorgeous fiancée back onto the carpet, his hands ripping at her tank top, and her bra swiftly flying across the room, freeing her massive tits, which bounced as she gasped. “Fuck,” he growled, leaning down to take one stiff nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as she cried out.

Becky arched her back, her hands clutching at his broad shoulders as he aggressively yanked her panties down, leaving her bare and exposed apart from her miniskirt. His big cock was already rock hard, and he pulled it free from his jeans with one hand, stroking it slowly as he stared down at her.

“Look at you,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “Lying here, ready to let me fuck you right next to your fiancé. What a dirty little slut you are, I thought you loved him.”

Her moan was answer enough. Brad positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her entrance. Without hesitation, he slammed into her, burying himself to the hilt in one rough thrust. Becky screamed, her nails digging into his back as he set a brutal, punishing rhythm.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Brad groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her. “Tim’s little Barbie doll, and now you’re mine, Barbie needs Action Man not a wimpy Ken doll.”

Her big beautiful tits bounced wildly with each thrust, her cries growing louder as he fucked her harder, deeper. The hot sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with her moans and his growls of pleasure.

“Say it,” he demanded, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him. “Say you’re mine you cheating bitch.”

“I’m yours,” she gasped, her body shuddering as her orgasm tore through her. “I’m yours Brad, fuck me like a slut!”

He grinned, slamming into her a few more times before pulling out. “Get on your knees,” he ordered, his voice cold and commanding.

Becky obeyed, crawling on her hands and knees as Brad stood over her, his cock slick with her juices. He grabbed her hair, stroking himself furiously as she stared up at him, her lips parted.

“Let’s give Timmy a little taste,” he said with a smirk, pulling her over to where Tim lay unconscious on the couch.

Becky hesitated for only a moment before reaching up, her delicate fingers wrapping around Brad’s cock. She stroked him slowly at first, then faster, her eyes darting between his face and Tim’s sleeping form.

With a deep groan, Brad came, thick ropes of cum splattering across Tim’s face. Becky watched, her breath hitching as the sticky mess dripped down his cheeks, sliding into his slightly open mouth. She reached out, guiding the last few drops onto his lips as Brad laughed softly.

Tim stirred slightly, his tongue darting out to lick his lips, swallowing Brad’s salty seed without waking. Becky shuddered, her body still trembling from her own release as Brad leaned down, kissing her hard.

“I’m not done with you yet, I owe you a wedding present” he whispered hotly and Becky was already creaming herself again…
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Hot story! Brad must be quite a hunk.
 
Making this post because I keep getting PMS asked for what my parameters are, so let me make this clear; the free story is entirely up to you and you have nothing to lose by asking me 😘
 
Thank you that's very kind, I do have a story in mind based on a real life situation that took place but maybe one day I should try write myself.

I'm sure you get so many requests for free Stories
 
Buffy47 said:
Thank you that's very kind, I do have a story in mind based on a real life situation that took place but maybe one day I should try write myself.

I'm sure you get so many requests for free Stories
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No worries, if you don’t want it it’s not a crime
 
Shutting this thread down after Jan the 1st, so if anyone happens upon it then I’m afraid you’ll be too late

Love to all ❤️
 
We’ve talked before. Different account. Same name. I returned. The lust called me back. Express and resonate more with this….

https://www.literotica.com/p/unthinkably-sweet-penetration

The sweetest of penetrations. Deep inside the lust for one’s own. The tightness. The innocence but the call of woman burning. To look down and see it slowly sink inside. Mmmmmmm
 
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