Wit & Nipples 🍒

[DynamicFigure]

Thankyou for making sure to leave not one but two comments! (a new fan?)

I did also recognise the sarcasm, however I don’t think we’re addressing the same point.

I’m not here to cultivate a fan base; that would be an odd motivation. I have reasons for sharing what I do here and none of those reasons involve needing the admiration of the masses.

My interest is in conversation and fun, sexy exchanges , not accumulation of numbers, views and fans…If my aim was to gain “followers” or numbers, there are far more efficient platforms for that than a thread in AM pics.

I also, ( but Thank you ) wasn’t asking for advice on engagement or suggesting anyone owed me attention, they don’t. I was commenting on how the tone of interaction has slightly changed, and what that tends to privilege here on a few threads across the board here.

Thanks for being here!

Thank you for your unsolicited explanation. Enjoy having fun on here and have a fantastic day.

 

[SpicyBean99]

Well fuck Bean!! A guy needs a little warning before stumbling across these!

I’ll make sure to add an NSFW warning label next time… but I wanted it to be a surprise

 

[SpicyBean99]

Thank you for your unsolicited explanation. Enjoy having fun on here and have a fantastic day.

If you leave a comment on my thread I will respond accordingly

You have a great week Sir!

 

[DynamicFigure]

If you leave a comment on my thread I will respond accordingly

You have a great week Sir!

Very well then!

 

[Jaws82]

What did you have for dinner (and wine) last night?

 

[SpicyBean99]

What did you have for dinner (and wine) last night?

I had Japanese for dinner!

Starter: soft shell tempura

Main: Mixed Sashimi (salmon, yellowtail, tuna) and miso soup!

Wine:

Sake: Lychee flavoured

Have you cooked anything fun recently?

 

[Jaws82]

I had Japanese for dinner!

Starter: soft shell tempura

Main: Mixed Sashimi (salmon, yellowtail, tuna) and miso soup!

Wine:

Sake: Lychee flavoured

Have you cooked anything fun recently?

I made a homemade butterscotch and dark chocolate sauce for a coworker.

And my special peanut butter cookies for a bake sale. I call them throatclosers

 

[DirrrtyDanny]

I wonder what that is

hmm. Figured you'd have figured that out, or have much experience with such things, based on what a fucking rockin' little bod you've got. But I can spell it out... I'm going to recline on my couch, spit in my hand, and stroke my cock to your perfect titflesh.

 

[SpicyBean99]

I could definitely get lost in your eyes. And I have before, I'll do it again. Aphrodite incarnate. And my heart did skip a beat seeing you as it does quite often.

This was the sweetest compliment. Although far from the truth, I think I could be more closely attributed to Jennifer Coolidge (I’m too uncoordinated and clumsy to be a goddess) but I’ll take it

 

[GallantWriter]

This was the sweetest compliment. Although far from the truth, I think I could be more closely attributed to Jennifer Coolidge (I’m too uncoordinated and clumsy to be a goddess) but I’ll take it

Wellll, you'll always be my Squirtle anyway. I'll still think of you as a version of Aphrodite, because you do make me swoon.

 

[GallantWriter]

I had Japanese for dinner!

Starter: soft shell tempura

Main: Mixed Sashimi (salmon, yellowtail, tuna) and miso soup!

Wine:

Sake: Lychee flavoured

Have you cooked anything fun recently?

That sounds like an amazing dinner. I usually get the spicy variants of those three when I have Japanese.

 

[SpicyBean99]

I've been feeling run down all day from whatever virus I have but suddenly I seem to have found some energy. You might just be a cure for the common cold!

Pretty spot on love

All are beautiful but, for me, the first one. Stunning is not a strong description!



These two have me wanting some private time right now, however, it’s not possible so I am horny and turned on and neededing to wait - oh well - deferred gratification and all that!

I’d relish your teasing in public too - my wife won’t play that game despite me trying!!

An unexpected twist in the story or the obvious conclusion- tough choice!

Thank you

Thankyou Thankyou Thankyou!

I might post something a little cheekier later but for now, here’s a selfie I took a walk not long ago.

I hope you all are having wondering evenings, I’m about to begin watching 2020 series The Outsider directed by Jason Bateman, I’ll let you guys know if it’s a recommendation or not but it’s currently sitting at 91% on rotten tomatoes so let’s hope it’s a gooden.

 

[Jaws82]

Thankyou Thankyou Thankyou!

I might post something a little cheekier later but for now, here’s a selfie I took a walk not long ago.

I hope you all are having wondering evenings, I’m about to begin watching 2020 series The Outsider directed by Jason Bateman, I’ll let you guys know if it’s a recommendation or not but it’s currently sitting at 91% on rotten tomatoes so let’s hope it’s a gooden.

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Let's go for a hot chocolate

 

[SpicyBean99]

I made a homemade butterscotch and dark chocolate sauce for a coworker.

And my special peanut butter cookies for a bake sale. I call them throatclosers

Fuck.

Bust a nut worthy for sure

 

[SpicyBean99]

Let's go for a hot chocolate

Marshmallows, a flake and squirty cream?

 

[mobleedzblue]

Marshmallows, a flake and squirty cream?

Squirty and cream sounds like a good end to the night.

 

[mobleedzblue]

I’ll make sure to add an NSFW warning label next time… but I wanted it to be a surprise

Oh it was a fantastic surprise! You’re full of them and I’m always grateful!

 

[Jaws82]

Marshmallows, a flake and squirty cream?

All the trimmings for you

 

[Jaws82]

Fuck.

Bust a nut worthy for sure

Extra creamy drizzle for you

 

[SpicyBean99]

Squirty and cream sounds like a good end to the night.

I was thinking something along the same lines…

You could make a super sticky “hot” chocolate by placing two chocolate buttons on each nipple and then only eating them once fully melted and I’ve had an orgasm

 

[GallantWriter]

I was thinking something along the same lines…

You could make a super sticky “hot” chocolate by placing two chocolate buttons on each nipple and then only eating them once fully melted and I’ve had an orgasm

Welll fuck, that sounds like a perfect start to any evening. I'm thinking a lovely Christmas eve night.

 

[mobleedzblue]

I was thinking something along the same lines…

You could make a super sticky “hot” chocolate by placing two chocolate buttons on each nipple and then only eating them once fully melted and I’ve had an orgasm

I’m bringing an entire bag!

 

[Jaws82]

I was thinking something along the same lines…

You could make a super sticky “hot” chocolate by placing two chocolate buttons on each nipple and then only eating them once fully melted and I’ve had an orgasm

With a whipped cream trail leading up to them

 

[Vitriolhack]

I felt inspired, and horny so I very quickly wrote a short, but sexy story for you to enjoy...It is quite possibly cliche, a little predictable...But some of you will enjoy it and if you do...maybe, if you showcase your creative (horny, pervy) ideas... you'll get to choose what happens next....

You wake up on the sofa with your jacket still on and the taste of whiskey lingering on your tongue. The spacious, open-plan lounge is empty now; the Christmas party had been loud and crowded only hours ago, but nothing is left besides abandoned glasses on the marble island, red LED lights still glowing against the floor-to-ceiling windows. You look down at your watch: 4.55am.

You’ve woken up here before. More often than you’d like to admit. But, staying over is easy when your boss is also your best friend. Zero explanations needed and no dreary eyed, awkward 3am goodbyes. You crash, he sleeps it off in his stupendous super king size, and in the morning you steal an americano from his so called "it's just a conversation piece" designer Miele coffee machine. It's practically routine now.

At least, it usually is.

You push yourself upright. Your head isn’t spinning like it normally would, and you give yourself a quiet mental pat on the back for not taking it too far. Reaching for your phone, you pat the cushion beside you, then the floor beneath the sofa. You start to panic sligthly, it had been a hectic evening, could someone have picked it up by mistake?

Nothing.

“Looking for this?”

A soft voice comes from the doorway and your stomach does a flip.

She’s standing there as if she’s been there a while, watching you, leaning lightly against the frame, one shoulder bare where the strap of a pale pink nightdress has slid loose. Her long, black hair is down, straight, delicate whisps flowing just below her breasts.

She’s holding your phone between two fingers, but makes no move to cross the room or give it to you. There is absolutely no mistaking who the girl is, it’s your bosses daughter, home for the holidays from university and looking hotter than he remembered.

“I wondered how long it would take you to wake up and figure it was gone,” she says, glancing at the screen before lifting her eyes back to you. Calm and unbothered. “You always wake up looking for something.”

Your jaw tightens. “You should give me that.”

She doesn’t. Instead, she shifts her legs a little, the silk of her nightdress catching the light and you can see almost everything beneath it.

“You know,” she says lightly, “most men try harder not to stare.”

You exhale through your nose. “This isn’t appropriate Sophie. Give me the phone and put some clothes on before your dad, my boss wakes up.”

Her mouth curves into a slow, sly smile.

“Neither is sleeping on your boss’s sofa,” she says, eyes flicking pointedly downward, “without your trousers on.”
There’s a brief, mortifying pause while your brain catches up with the sensation of cold air on your legs. You glance down. Then back up. Then down again, like it might have corrected itself in the meantime.

It hasn’t.

You look to your feet to find them, suddenly accutely aware of your shirt riding a little too high over your stomach and the undeniable fact that your trousers are nowhere in sight.

“How unfortunate.” Sophie says.

You drag a hand over your face. “Jesus Christ.”

She hums, quietly, clearly entertained, and finally lifts your phone a little higher, turning and twiddling it in her fingers.

“Relax,” she says. “I’m not judging.”

Her eyes flick down again. Linger. Then return to your face. And you do your best to adjust the rising, hot feeling between your legs.

“I just thought it was funny,” she adds, “that you were so busy telling me what’s appropriate… while sitting there like that.”

You straighten instinctively, as much as you can manage. “Give me the phone, Sophie.”

“Stand up,” she says simply. “And close your eyes.”

You hesitate. As much as you want your phone, you know you’re in dangerous territory.

“You’re very good at giving instructions,” she says calmly. “Less good at following them.”

You swallow. “This is ridiculous.”

“Mmm,” she replies, and you swear it almost sounds like a small moan, “So is pretending you’re not curious to see what happens next.”

Silence fills the air for only a moment more until you decide to bite the fucking bullet, and stand up, closing your eyes tight.

You hear a slight rustle, fabric sliding, skin against skin, and then a sudden flash of red light blooms behind your eyelids. Once. Twice. The unmistakable sound of a camera shutter follows closely, and your pulse spikes once again. The urge to open your eyes, and to break whatever hold she has over the moment, almost takes over, but you don’t. You stay exactly where you are, eyes shut, hands loose at your sides, obeying without having consciously decided to. The not knowing is making you harder but you ignore that and focus on the sound of light footsteps nearing closer and closer.

You feel her in front of you, hear her breath, feel the warmth of her body. You notice a smell, perhaps strawberries, a hint of cream, and maybe even vanilla? You almost laugh at the absurdity of it. Of all things. Sweet and innocent. Completely at odds with what she was doing to you. You feel her leaning in, her hair brushing against your cheek as she whispers in your ear:

“I think we both know what happens next.”

I am catching up.

this is a very hot beginning to a fun story.

 

[cheekygirl75]

Hi @SpicyBean99 - I don't know if you get notifications when you're tagged but hopefully you'll see this if not. I sent out all the Playground secret Santas today but couldn't message you. I think your settings might not allow me to. If you can change that or message me or something, I will send you your person. if you don't want to participate anymore, no worries, just let me know!