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Are they "bland"?:(

Darn.

wait a minute...
Did you mean my stories are bland?
or saying that your tastes are bland?

I'm saying that my tastes would be considered bland in the grand scope of this forum.

Not your story at all. Just me.
 
Flying in slow circles above the moonlit houses the pale angel cast an odd shadow, less a shadow than a shimmer. As a spirit being, she was neither here nor there, she could see past the shingles, rafters, insulation, drywall and into the rooms within. She could travel through just as easily. She could feel each and every material thing, if she chose to and now she longed to. She felt an ache to feel something that she had not.

He tossed and turned in the hot sticky sweat of summer sleep. Kicking the damp sheets off, revealing his naked and restless body to… no one in the room.

She could smell his salty sweat mixed with the more subtle aroma of his shower gel. She dove towards the sleeping human male. She would feel him. Passing through the house she stopped herself near the ceiling directly above him. She had no need of clothes and her breasts now hung towards the man. Her wings beat slowly, yet it was a more powerful force that gave her flight.

She brought her legs down as she descended. Her feet alighted on the man’s thighs. She allowed herself some mass, but considerably less than a mortal woman. Facing his feet she squatted. The man’s dreams became more fitful and erotic. His cock filled, lengthened, swelling it rolled over then rotated as if that portion of the man was actually awake. His cock twitched. Now fully erect the angel took it in her fingertips and positioned the head at her now gaping pussy. Her “wetness” was unlike any earthly lubrication… softer, smoother, more slippery, wet…yet dry like a graphite powder.
She lowered herself as her feet were planted on his thighs. Taking his veined and pulsing cock deeply into herself she allowed herself the fullness of the pleasure. His muscles tightened and she felt his hand on her ass. His hips thrust as he came. She too felt the intense pleasure of her own ethereal orgasm. Hi shot fluid shot into her as she straightened her legs and shot back through the building and back into the night sky.

The man’s eyes fluttered as he tried to make sense of his dream, the wetness of his cum on his stomach and the feathers clenched in his fists.
I knew it would be good! You are a good story teller.Thanks for sharing . Hi EP
 
Hmmmm...
A good FANTASY... I am not so sure about that in reality.

I generally need to know someone pretty well before sex...
And threesome is a tricksier dynamic.

as for this thread..it ISN'T sex. anyone is welcome to jump in. In fact your are encouraged to. Though my main purpose, Being an exhibitionist of illustrations, might be a bit sublimated just now (by my own participation!).

Just pipe up, if you like.

Not sure about the "size' of my own ego... I suppose it is a bit "tender". Though I do not consider myself a "tempramental artist".

I would guess that kiki is pretty confident, as she seems to have many guys who fawn over her, has a lot of talent and the bits I have seen of her are very sexy.

Only just met you, Veronica.

Ouch, my fragile little ego has been bruised. Oh well, it has been bruised before and will definitely heal.

Besides dear, I realize we just met and I was only teasing. If I like someone I tease them, and I was also teasing about you being a tempermental artist. I didn't mean to hit a nerve.

I do apologize.
 
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