Following on from yesterday’s good girls practice photo, today’s erotica focusses on something else good girls should be be: quiet. It’s something I’m terrible at though, which I suppose makes me a very bad girl…
Today I desperately wanted someone to cup my tits and play with my nipples, because I was freezing cold and I wanted warm hands squeezing and playing with me. I’m not sure if today’s story is quite as hot or filthy as many of the other posts in my erotica tag, but for anyone who has ever fantasised about a taxi-ride blow job, you’ll love the last line…
There is approximately six hundred different ideas for erotica blog posts flying around my head this week, but this one is the one that forced itself out of me and on to paper. (Is that expression still relevant when I do almost all of my writing on a laptop.) This filthy story includes corsets, piss and blow jobs.
Before I start this post, I’d like to state that while I’ve spent a lot of time fantasising about quick, dirty fucks in lecture theatres, the sex that happens in this story is a consensual roleplay scenario between adults, and all characters are above the legal age of consent. The idea for this story came from the Doctor before our threesome together, and I hope she
will punish me lotswon’t punish me for taking so long to finish it.
I love watching the Great British Bake Off. Sometimes it inspires me to bake, to make pear-and-chocolate-upside-down cake, pecan pie, or petit fours. Sometimes it inspires me to do something entirely different: to fuck in that now-famous tent in wonderfully filthy ways.
Tonight, I am really horny for someone to touch my tits. While I can make myself come with vibrators, playing with my own boobs isn’t quite as good as someone pinching my nipples and twisting them until I yelp and beg them to stop, and then do it just a little more because they know it will make me wet… Oops, I’m getting distracted: on with the smut!