Make me dirty

Treehouse


They say there's a first time for everything and this was no exception. How long had she been tied up, layed bare and spread eagled on the floor of this treehouse? Time had escaped her. He had left her wet and wanting with the promise of returning shortly, that was hours ago. It didn't help much that the whispy breeze tantalized her pointy nipples and tormented her aching nether region with no relief in sight.


Echo
 
echo

Over many days rained upon by heavy excesses, he heard the echo of a laser's etching on trust that challenged and transformed the constraints of his thinking. He wanted to roar. At her. For her. Into her. But to do so and still have her...

faith
 
faith


Was it faith or just plain stupidity she didn't know, nor did she care. In times like these she always went with her gut and that's exactly what she'd do now. Go ahead roar!


depth
 
depth

Laying there, sated after their passionate bout, she realized that this was something special, something new. The overwhelming emotion she felt was like nothing she had ever experienced before. The depth, breadth, and sheer volume of love she felt toward the panting man in her arms overtook her, and her own breath started to come in short, jagged hiccups, as tears of unadulterated joy flooded her eyes.

unctuous
 
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unctuous

She lay face down on the couch and waited. She heard him open a bottle. She knew he was pouring aromatic oil into his palm. She waited for his touch. His warm touch; his hands sliding over her body, aided by the warm, unctuous liquid.

frisson
 
frisson

Trepid fingers betrayed more wanton intentions as the frisson incited in him by her delicate dance was ever less constrained by propriety. The dance continued - seemingly just for him - but he could not be certain. Vicious cycle this. For the first move would either be his or - stupid man - he'd been too caught up in his own head to see her gauntlet well now thrown. Was it dance indeed, or simpleton's folly?

digits
 
digits


Her subtle attempt, though it may be, was not lost on him as he spied her digits slowly brushing the thin material against her breast. Her fingers pausing just long enough for her nipples' reaction. Her smile of wicked pleasure showed on her face, but not as much as his.


bubbles
 
He appeared in the doorway and she rose from the tub. No attempt to cover herself, to dry herself. Only to present herself. She stepped gracefully onto the bath mat, her wet soapy skin shimmering in the candlelight, a few small glinting bubbles sliding now down the slope of her breast.


tentative
 
After some months of exchanging increasingly saucy emails they made a tentative arrangement to meet. She purchased lingerie on the strength of it and when he confirmed that he would indeed be in town on the appointed day she felt a thrill of anticipation.

nailfile
 
With the last knot drawn taut, she knew he was securely fastened to the bed. As she sat shaping her long, crimson nails, she saw his organ swell and stiffen. She paused, and reached over, smiling as she drew the tip of her nailfile slowly up the underside of his quivering cock.

maculation
 
Maculation

She knew it was impossible, but she couldn't resist the easy distraction. In her early years, the vitiligo spots on the inside of one breast and the cluster of freckles on the inside of the other were a huge embarrassment. Now in her 30s, as a self-proclaimed Cougar, she was using this to her advantage. She loved sucking cock but hated semen anywhere around her mouth.

Out clubbing near colleges she hunted for her favorite prey: drunk, easy, and stupid. Helping seduce her next cum donor into a restroom stall, she would pull down her tanktop and give him a boob-shot and tell the cocky jock "It is the doctor's orders. The Coug Maculation Therapy says to rub a man's cum across these spots to make them go away."

The promise of an instant guaranteed blowjob, playing with her tits, and watching her use their cum for a lotion was more than most drunk guys could pass up.

The spots never did go away of course, but the skin on her breasts has never been better.


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masticulate
 
masticulate

The look of pained surprise on John's face clearly indicated that he hadn't expected Marsha would masticulate him as she would a prairie oyster.

drogue
 
drogue

He said: "A drogue is like a wind sock dragged behind a plane & often used as a target."

She said: "Fuck that pretentiousness, & fuck me."


sough
 
sough

A long, gutteral sough rose from deep inside her as he slowly penetrated her loins.

zarzuela
 
zarzuela (come on, seriously??)

Cuando la lengua de su amante lamo al palacio de su cono, se consideraba protagonista de una zarzuela en que la trato con la suavidad que es debido a una princesa.

tome
 
Tome

As she cracked open the musty tome, she was greeted by explicit, hand-drawn depictions of lascivious acts, causing a blush to fill her cheeks, even while her eyes were unable to look away.

Carriage
 
zarzuela (come on, seriously??)

Cuando la lengua de su amante lamo al palacio de su cono, se consideraba protagonista de una zarzuela en que la trato con la suavidad que es debido a una princesa.

tome

Nice play, parafeelya; I expected it in English. Gracias for the surprise.

Tome

As she cracked open the musty tome, she was greeted by explicit, hand-drawn depictions of lascivious acts, causing a blush to fill her cheeks, even while her eyes were unable to look away.

Carriage

Fearful that her husband would discover her secret, Lady Mondegreen would only entertain her panhandler paramour on moonless nights, and even then she confined their depraved ribaldry to the carriage house.

forcula
 
forcula

His throbbing manhood rested within her like a gondolier would lay his oar within the forcula, rowing her onward in the river of her passion.

Minuend
 
minuend

The accountant found his arousal was dorectly proportional to the number of articles of clothing his partner sported. His greatest turn-on was seeing her as a minuend from which he would deduct payables until she was left with a bare pudendum.

scrimshander
 
Scrimshander

With the patience of a scrimshander, he worked his magic up her ivory skin with fingers and nails, tongue and teeth leaving behind a scrimshaw of her to remind her of his labors of love.

Ailurophile
 
ailurophile

"I must warn you," she said as she slipped out of her dress and into the bedroom, "I'm an impassioned ailurophile." He heard it as "allurophile," and thought she was referring to her seductive propensities. His surprise at seeing her naked in bed amid a mass of furry felines was matched only by the anaphylactic shock of his allergic response.

Anabaptist
 
'She ignored her Anabaptist teachings and upbringing as she flipped her skirts up and allowed the stable boy to push her into the hay pile and breed her, implanting the child her husband couldn't.

Stable boy
 
Stable boy


He had what this woman wanted and he gave her exactly that. He may be a mere stable boy now, but he was the man that planted that seed into her womb. His cock; the one that plundered her bounty, guarenteed his place of recompense.

Stirrups
 
Stirrups

The steel of the stirrups from the saddle that supported her head felt cold on her back but it was all worth it. Making love underneath the stars on the prairie with her hot cowboy friend was the best thing she ever did.

Chicory
 
She missed him, the smell of his cologne, the hint of chicory and cinnamon on his breath, even the calloused tips of his fingers across her back as he held her close.

belladonna
 
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