Wit & Nipples 🍒

[joclfc]

My hair is actually 10x longer than what the AI pictures show heheh! I agree longer hair definitely looks better!

Thankyou kind sir! I never know if they’re too big or just right

DD if you were wondering

So are my wife's, chest size may I ask?

 

[SpicyBean99]

I didn’t click on anything. I just like all the time that I read, had my finger following along with the words and holy fuck the image came up. I couldn’t avoid it. I tried to cover it up and it just got bigger. Oh wow my cock got larger too.
How do you do that. That’s so amazing.

Oh no, not the classic ‘my finger just happened to be there’ excuse…?

Next you’ll tell me the image forced your cock to grow too? Poor thing…. It must’ve been so overwhelmed.

Should I apologise… or do it again?

 

[SpicyBean99]

Good Evening for you Sexy Lady ... Day for me

Good morning my darling!

Have a great freaking dayyyy!!!!

 

[justanormaldude87]

Oh no, not the classic ‘my finger just happened to be there’ excuse…?

Next you’ll tell me the image forced your cock to grow too? Poor thing…. It must’ve been so overwhelmed.

Should I apologise… or do it again?

This happens to me quite often.

I don’t mean to click the images and by the time I have there’s a damp patch in my boxers from all the fucking pre cum your thread forces out of me. It’s something I’ve found to be rather a difficultly especially at work. I spend a lot of time at my desk luckily but I’m more often than not needing to rearrange it. And it’s not my fault. It’s yours.

 

[hotcpu]

Good morning my darling!

Have a great freaking dayyyy!!!!

You as well ... Let me know how the night goes so I will already have the future laid out for me

 

[SpicyBean99]

Small boobs are meh, I need something to grab onto; stick thin, hard, bony bodies are nice to look at but that’s about it. Coming from someone whos slept with a few different body types. You are curvy in all the right places. Especially on your chest. Those are some perfect ass tiddies.

I’m glad you find mine hot, they do tend to leave a lasting impression. Especially when they’re being grabbed and massaged…. Or when a cock is between them and I’m making them bounce whilst simultaneously milking you of cum…

That was far more erotic than I meant it to be…. Oops

No but as much as I’m happy you enjoy mine, every single body has its own kind of beauty. Literally. Attraction for me isn’t one-size-fits-all, and boobs? Big or small, they’re all pretty great in the right hands!!!

 

[hotcpu]

I’m glad you find mine hot, they do tend to leave a lasting impression. Especially when they’re being grabbed and massaged…. Or when a cock is between them and I’m making them bounce whilst simultaneously milking you of cum…

That was far more erotic than I meant it to be…. Oops

No but as much as I’m happy you enjoy mine, every single body has its own kind of beauty. Literally. Attraction for me isn’t one-size-fits-all, and boobs? Big or small, they’re all pretty great in the right hands!!!

I so glad you went there though ....

 

[SpicyBean99]

This happens to me quite often.

I don’t mean to click the images and by the time I have there’s a damp patch in my boxers from all the fucking pre cum your thread forces out of me. It’s something I’ve found to be rather a difficultly especially at work. I spend a lot of time at my desk luckily but I’m more often than not needing to rearrange it. And it’s not my fault. It’s yours.

So basically, what I’m hearing is….

….you’re blaming me for your lack of self-control?

Cuteeeee!

Should I start labelling my pics with ‘open at your own risk’ or would that ruin the thrill?

 

[justanormaldude87]

So basically, what I’m hearing is….

….you’re blaming me for your lack of self-control?

Cuteeeee!

Should I start labelling my pics with ‘open at your own risk’ or would that ruin the thrill?

I’m blaming you.

PAH! but you should be proud of the restraint I show whilst at the centre. I hardly have time for a long enough lunch break to well and truly “enjoy” your posts if ya know what I’m saying.

 

[Slickflboy07]

Don’t click the link below unless you like seeing pink, shiny hidden treasures….


https://postimg.cc/Wd2zN2M0

that is a serious turn on!!! So hot!!!

 

[SpicyBean99]

Thank you for clarifying in brackets…I’d never want to call anyone out for fibbing

I do love to be filled up….

 

[SpicyBean99]

This was a repost request from

@justanormaldude87

Yes. I know most of you here have seen it.

But there are a handful of people who haven’t and well…. In light of wet Wednesday? Why the hell not

https://postimg.cc/rdtZw9QB

Or maybe it was a different kinda “covered in something wet” type picture you were wanting instead…..

 

[justanormaldude87]

This was a repost request from

@justanormaldude87

Yes. I know most of you here have seen it.

But there are a handful of people who haven’t and well…. In light of wet Wednesday? Why the hell not

https://postimg.cc/rdtZw9QB

Or maybe it was a different kinda “covered in something wet” type picture you were wanting instead…..

I would drink your bath water.

God you’re fit as fuck.

 

[deft]

Absofuckinglutely bangin'.

 

[ChasBozwell30]

This was a repost request from

@justanormaldude87

Yes. I know most of you here have seen it.

But there are a handful of people who haven’t and well…. In light of wet Wednesday? Why the hell not

https://postimg.cc/rdtZw9QB

Or maybe it was a different kinda “covered in something wet” type picture you were wanting instead…..

That's such a hot sight. I love your curves, would love to hold your hips while I kiss my way down your body..

 

[Switchem15]

I do love to be filled up….

I’ll have to really put you to the test and make you airtight.

Plugged, gagged, ploughed

 

[SpicyBean99]

A slow morning with @ScarletDaisy and @SpicyBean99

Please feel free to have a read...It is a little rough around the edges...and of course, is not finished...BUT @ScarletDaisy and I thought it may be fun for me to write out what may or may not be a few of our threaders fantasies...Her and I sharing an evening together, and missing our trains home....let me know your thoughts. (Again. It is a little rough so please don't expect the best writing here).
​

I jolted awake, suddenly. It took a few seconds of eye rubbing and stretching to remember where I was. The hotel. The four poster, King size bed. The French windows with the balcony overlooking the grounds. I glanced down to my left to catch the time; 6.45am. It was still early. Scarlets body was warm next to mine, her back touching my arm and beneath the covers our feet were slightly entwined. Her long, ginger hair was spread across the ducks down pillows, carrying a soft scent of citrus and something faintly floral, her shampoo, probably. I stayed as still as i could, breathing slowly so as not to wake her and stared up at the ceiling, my mind racing as I recapped the previous evening.

The night had been nothing short of amazing. After almost a year of talking on Literotica, swapping fantasies, frustrations, and voice notes at stupid hours of the night , we finally decided it was about time to meet. We’d known we’d get along, but from the second we met oustide train station, the conversation never grew dull and we clicked, instantly.

We laughed over green tea mojitos and talked about pretty much everything: her husband, my job, bad sex, good sex, travel stories, old heartbreaks. Before we knew it, dinner turned into drinks, and drinks turned into stumbling with linked arms into the bar across the street for espresso martinis. Just one last nightcap before heading our separate ways.

That’s when Scarlet realised she’d missed the last train home. As had I. And so After a short moment of panic, since neither of us had planned for this, Mr Daisy called and very calmly and graciously, offered to book us a room. “A little treat for you both.” He’d said as I shook my head profusely and pointing at my own card.Mouthing “no no no over at Scarlet.” who had simply winked at me as she murmured: “You spoil me.” down the phone.

The hotel wasn’t a standard premier or holiday Inn, it was a huge manor house surrounded by sloping hills, and perfectly trimme rose bush borders.I had not stayed somewhere this luxurious in a long time, let alone with a beautiful woman at my side. Our room was up on the second floor, with high ceilings, deep green walls with cream finishes. The oak polished floorboards were half-covered by thick Persian rugs and over in the far corner of the room was a set of double french doors, leading out onto a small balcony overlooking the grounds. But the bed was the room’s main feature: an enormous, carved four-poster king, draped in crisp white linen and huge duck down pillows.

That's where we had fallen asleep, Scarlet in a dark green lacy set of underwear, and I in boring black panties and the same cropped T I had been wearing throughout the day. We had shared a few drunken touches, a lingering hand on a thigh, fingers brushing hips beneath the duvet, nothing more, though I think we’d both been tempted.

This morning, though, something felt different. The alcohol haze had cleared, and with it came a sharper awareness of my surroundings, Scarlet and the growing pressure of soft butterflies between my legs. I shifted slightly, my thigh brushing against hers, and instead of pulling away, Scarlet let out a soft sigh and snuggled in closer, her body pressed lightly into mine, back to chest, so, so warm. I couldn't tell if she was still properly asleep, her breathing steady, face turned into the pillow, but I couldn’t help but notice the way she settled against me felt deliberate. Almost as if her body recognised mine even if her mind hadn’t caught up yet.

My heart beat faster.

Our bodies stayed like that for some time, only adjusting to press even closer to one other until finally I slid a knee between hers, and felt her push down on it with no hesitation, as if she had been waiting for me to do it. I swallowed hard, nerves settling low in my tummy. My palm rested on the mattress between us, steadying myself as I adjusted my body, sitting slightly upright, my head now level with her bare shoulder. Scarlet stayed relaxed, but there was tension now in the way she breathed, her body slightly more taught and fidgety.

...To be cont.

 

[deft]

I love it when the girls get together.

 

[notexactlymelville]

Wow this is super kind! Thankyou so much

I’m really touched that you took the time to say hello, especially since you're a silent viewer...it does mean a lot! <3

I feel like a fool for not doing it sooner, practically ungrateful, really!

I'm the exact same when it comes to erotica. I used to write a lot of creative and imaginative stories when I was younger, and then one day, I wrote a sex scene in a notebook after sneaking into my mum's room to flick through her Fifty Shades of Grey book that she had hidden from me.

God I'm going to sound so old but for me the gateway was euro erotic comic books at my friend's house, ie Milo Manara, Hugo Pratt and others I can't name (his parents were more, eh, worldly, than mine). I was writing increasingly elaborate fanfic in password protected files made in some ridiculous old mac thing called DOCMaker. I was mortified at the thought anyone should ever read them.

I really hope your day has treated you with kindness too.

Better now!

 

[justanormaldude87]

so let me get this straight.

Not only are you undeniably gorgeous and know how to use your sex appeal the right way without coming across egotistical.

You’re really really good at writing. It isn’t often that I read smut or erotica that is good at painting a good picture. You’re descriptions, the senses the fact you can totally imagine it all.

I love that you can write like this. There’s a massive difference between what some people think is “erotica” and the above.

More like this please.

 

[ScarletDaisy]

@SpicyBean99 When you said you had been inspired, I had NO IDEA how inspired.

Hubby needs to book that suite for us ASAP.

Thanks, Pretty Girl!

 

[Switchem15]

A slow morning with @ScarletDaisy and @SpicyBean99

Please feel free to have a read...It is a little rough around the edges...and of course, is not finished...BUT @ScarletDaisy and I thought it may be fun for me to write out what may or may not be a few of our threaders fantasies...Her and I sharing an evening together, and missing our trains home....let me know your thoughts. (Again. It is a little rough so please don't expect the best writing here).
​

I jolted awake, suddenly. It took a few seconds of eye rubbing and stretching to remember where I was. The hotel. The four poster, King size bed. The French windows with the balcony overlooking the grounds. I glanced down to my left to catch the time; 6.45am. It was still early. Scarlets body was warm next to mine, her back touching my arm and beneath the covers our feet were slightly entwined. Her long, ginger hair was spread across the ducks down pillows, carrying a soft scent of citrus and something faintly floral, her shampoo, probably. I stayed as still as i could, breathing slowly so as not to wake her and stared up at the ceiling, my mind racing as I recapped the previous evening.

The night had been nothing short of amazing. After almost a year of talking on Literotica, swapping fantasies, frustrations, and voice notes at stupid hours of the night , we finally decided it was about time to meet. We’d known we’d get along, but from the second we met oustide train station, the conversation never grew dull and we clicked, instantly.

We laughed over green tea mojitos and talked about pretty much everything: her husband, my job, bad sex, good sex, travel stories, old heartbreaks. Before we knew it, dinner turned into drinks, and drinks turned into stumbling with linked arms into the bar across the street for espresso martinis. Just one last nightcap before heading our separate ways.

That’s when Scarlet realised she’d missed the last train home. As had I. And so After a short moment of panic, since neither of us had planned for this, Mr Daisy called and very calmly and graciously, offered to book us a room. “A little treat for you both.” He’d said as I shook my head profusely and pointing at my own card.Mouthing “no no no over at Scarlet.” who had simply winked at me as she murmured: “You spoil me.” down the phone.

The hotel wasn’t a standard premier or holiday Inn, it was a huge manor house surrounded by sloping hills, and perfectly trimme rose bush borders.I had not stayed somewhere this luxurious in a long time, let alone with a beautiful woman at my side. Our room was up on the second floor, with high ceilings, deep green walls with cream finishes. The oak polished floorboards were half-covered by thick Persian rugs and over in the far corner of the room was a set of double french doors, leading out onto a small balcony overlooking the grounds. But the bed was the room’s main feature: an enormous, carved four-poster king, draped in crisp white linen and huge duck down pillows.

That's where we had fallen asleep, Scarlet in a dark green lacy set of underwear, and I in boring black panties and the same cropped T I had been wearing throughout the day. We had shared a few drunken touches, a lingering hand on a thigh, fingers brushing hips beneath the duvet, nothing more, though I think we’d both been tempted.

This morning, though, something felt different. The alcohol haze had cleared, and with it came a sharper awareness of my surroundings, Scarlet and the growing pressure of soft butterflies between my legs. I shifted slightly, my thigh brushing against hers, and instead of pulling away, Scarlet let out a soft sigh and snuggled in closer, her body pressed lightly into mine, back to chest, so, so warm. I couldn't tell if she was still properly asleep, her breathing steady, face turned into the pillow, but I couldn’t help but notice the way she settled against me felt deliberate. Almost as if her body recognised mine even if her mind hadn’t caught up yet.

My heart beat faster.

Our bodies stayed like that for some time, only adjusting to press even closer to one other until finally I slid a knee between hers, and felt her push down on it with no hesitation, as if she had been waiting for me to do it. I swallowed hard, nerves settling low in my tummy. My palm rested on the mattress between us, steadying myself as I adjusted my body, sitting slightly upright, my head now level with her bare shoulder. Scarlet stayed relaxed, but there was tension now in the way she breathed, her body slightly more taught and fidgety.

...To be cont.

The cliff hanger here I can’t wait to read the next part

 

[SpicyBean99]

@SpicyBean99 When you said you had been inspired, I had NO IDEA how inspired.

Hubby needs to book that suite for us ASAP.

Thanks, Pretty Girl!

You’re my muse Scarlet what can I say

He does indeed doesn’t he…

He can imagine us sharing bowls on the balcony in our prettiest lace sets, lounging on the bed laughing and playing and…. Well… I’ll leave the rest to his and their imaginations….

 

[SpicyBean99]

Absofuckinglutely bangin'.

Another top TOP compliment sir Deft.

I’ve missed you here

I love it when the girls get together.

Oh you wish you knew the half of it

 

[coffeelover5]

Bean,

You are indeed a word slut. Each sentence flows into the next. Descriptions are intensely authentic.

So now, your are stunningly sexy, witty, genuine, open and honest. Multilingual, bisexual, creative a temptress on so many levels.

Whew!!! What a rare gem of a human you are.

Thank you