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Oct 01 2018

postappantsdown: A lazy morning in the wastelands„Hey, wake…

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A lazy morning in the wastelands

„Hey, wake up!“

Opening one eye Amy saw it was Helen crouching down at her side and shaking her shoulder. Amy’s first instinct was to jump up, grab her rifle and fight what ever might have interrupted the peace, but then she noticed there was no urgency in the air and sank back.

„Why? Why can’t you just let me sleep?“

„Nonsense, you’ve slept long enough, sun’s already up my dear.“

„Yeah no kidding, did you somehow forget I go scavenging at night?“

„Well that’s your problem, not mine. But it would be a pity if you slept through the day while the others fill their stomachs with the stuff you brought.“

„Don’t care, that’s what I bring it back for after all. Just let me sleep.“

With that Amy rolled over on her stomach, hoping against better knowledge that she could fall asleep again but even the attempt was cut short by Helen who swung her leg over Amy and started to dig her fingers into her neck and shoulders.

„Aw, don’t be like that. Come on, just relax and I’ll wake you up in no time.“

With a sigh Amy silently admitted that it did feel quite good and that her aching muscles needed the friendly touch as much as her soul. If Helen wanted to test her massaging skills and she didn’t have to do anything her body was a willing participant in this experiment.

„Ugh, fine if you have to.“

Against her will a sigh escaped her lips as Helen dug her thumbs into her shoulder blades.

„See, you can act all you want but I can hear you beg for more.“

Amy nodded tiredly. „Yeah, can’t deny it feels good.“

Suddenly Helen’s lips were right at her ear and she whispered a sinister sounding „you are all mine now honey“.

„I would say I walked into that trap with open eyes but that would be a lie.“

In fact even trying to keep her eyes open for more than a second didn’t seem feasible at that point, making her wonder just how long she would be able to work nights and sleep days. She had always considered early birds stupid and overly ambitious but lately it had become downright impossible to get up before noon. Sure, her hard work paid off and helped feed their community, but at what price?

The fingers kept running over her body, meandered down her spine and dissipated into thin air just inches before it would have gotten inappropriate. Amy realized with a certain degree of annoyance that her brain followed that direction a little too far, pushing her close to the pathetic line and nudging her to step over with all kinds of excuses from ‚who would mind‘ to ‚who would even notice‘.

In that moment Amy suddenly realized her body had finally started to wake up, felt the energy running through the nerves and slowly bringing the lion to life again. A lion that was as ready to strike as it was to purr and stretch in the sun for the time being.

With a sigh she rolled onto her back and stretched her muscles, opening her eyes to look at the controls around her.  Amy loved her little refuge at the very top of the crane that posed as the north side end of their small town and offered an amazing view of the surroundings. There were living quarters below her built on sub-floors but none came even close to rivalling her home at the very top. Amy knew people envied her for it, but only so much because they knew she worked hard and earned a little bonus in return.

The harbor spread all around their little safe haven, the whole maze of containers and ships offering both security and months worth of exploration, not that she could see any of that from the floor. With another sigh she rolled around and smiled at Helen.

„Thanks, I really needed that.“

Helen grinned back more than she smiled, a slightly devious look in her eyes.

„If you think I’m already done with you that’s your first mistake of the day right there.“

Amy’s ‚what are you talking about‘ hadn’t come over her lips when Helen’s hand had slid under her sleeping shirt to push it up while following the lines of her stomach.

„Oh no no, you won’t“, Amy said while her hands shot up to catch Helen’s arms and hold them where they were.

Helen cocked her head to the side, a mildly annoyed expression forming on her face.

„And here I thought I had softened you up enough to drop your guard for once. What are you afraid of?“

A million things, but leading the list was just how much she actually craved it, wanted Helen to keep working on her until she squealed and came and then again.

„See, that hesitation shows me all I need to know my dear, you just don’t know what’s good for you.“

Annoyed with herself Amy wanted to fight Helen’s advance, but then she knew who would have the upper hand in that fight with her body still half asleep, half aroused and so she sank back into the mattress, the shirt coming over her shoulders and landing somewhere behind her.

„And you do know or what?“

Helen’s lips came awfully close to hers, then before Amy could catch a thought or breath they touched in a tease of a kiss before Helen pulled back, Amy’s head arching up in an ill-fated attempt of bringing her back.

„I’d say I have a pretty clear idea, yes.“

Amy hated how easily Helen messed with her head and tried to pull her down but Helen was quick to fend off that attempt with a wider stance and another kiss that seemed to pull all the fight out of Amy.

„You can be all tough and strong once you climb down that ladder but believe me, right now you are not in control and you don’t have to be.“

Amy scoffed, but Helen was right and she was like wax in her hands that was already starting to melt like her resistance already had. It was a fight she was bound to lose and so she admitted an early defeat and relaxed her muscles. Helen obviously noticed because she let a hand run through Amy’s hair and smiled warmly.

„That’s more like it. You’ll overwork yourself if you don’t relax a little, and then who’s going to feed all those poor souls who prefer bickering to doing any work?“

Amy couldn’t help a small chuckle. „You know, I usually try not to think like that, but…“

„…but sometimes you look at that useless bunch and wonder what they actually do all day?“

„Yeah, yeah right.“

In a swift motion Helen got out of her own shirt and pants, careful to keep Amy pressed into the mattress so she couldn’t suddenly escape.

„My my, haven’t we turned a little arrogant. You should get descend upon the mere mortals from your mighty tower here every now and then and you might realize they are even more useless than you think.“

It was weird how Helen managed to keep surprising her, probably a good sign of how much she needed the distraction to return to her normal self again. Amy pulled her closer for another kiss and this time Helen allowed her a little bit of control, their lips not leaving each other’s until they were both out of breath.

„Okay, I’ll admit I really need that orgasm now.“

„Good girl.“

„Any chance you can make it quick?“

„Or… I could keep you in that begging state for the next hour until your brain is all mush and you’ll do aynthing I say.“

„Oh please don’t, I might have to kill you.“

„Quick it is, then, turn around will you?“

Amy followed the order, thankful she could stare into the mattress as her pants magically moved down to her feet and left her naked, defenseless and a pathetic piece of slut who begged to be fucked.

A single finger teasingly touching her butt cheek was enough to get a moan out of her and when Helen’s hand continued down to circle her pussy lips she was all but ready to cum. With a downright insulting ease Helen played with her, fingers spreading her lips but even when Amy tried to move her hips back they would withdraw, leaving her feeling utterly betrayed.

Just when Amy thought she couldn’t handle it anymore two fingers slid deep into her, knuckles smacking against her pussy as Helen thrust into her, only to pull back and plunge right back into her.

„Oh god, just like that. Please don’t stop.“

Helen’s left hand had a tight grip of her left butt cheek, squeezing it hard enough to distract her mind with pain and surprising her each time the fingers plunged into her.

At least Helen had the decency to stick to her word and make it quick, or maybe it was just Amy’s body that was so starved of sex it couldn’t handle two tiny fingers for more than a couple minutes. From the first thrust Amy had known she wasn’t going to last, but now that she felt the orgasm creeping up she knew it was too quick, would leave her craving more but she couldn’t draw it out.

She came, embarassingly quick and with a force that took all tension out of her muscles, making her fall into the mattress as Helen’s fingers slid out of her. A moment later as she turned around Helen leaned against the wall, her legs resting on Amy’s as they just stared at each other in silence.

finally Amy rolled to the side, resting her head in her palm as she grinned at Helen. „You know it’s your turn now, don’t you?“

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Sep 22 2018

postappantsdown: (via Creature of the night) Creature of the…

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(via Creature of the night)

Creature of the night

Stacy was a creature of the night, a party girl when she was still full of energy and a gloomy beauty full of contrasts once she cooled down and became tired. She was the only person who could bring Daniel to go to a party, to dance and suffer the insanely loud music when he absolutely hated all of that. He wasn’t a fan of clubs, the flashing lights and the depressing loneliness in the faces of everyone around him, but at her side it became something else. A workout after a long day, an extensive foreplay for the sex they never had or needed but with the long talks deep into the night and getting drunk together.

They were neighbors and had first met when she moved in and he had accepted her invitation despite knowing he wasn’t going to enjoy it, then miraculously enjoyed it. For a while he had been really unsure about her, thinking she was probably just allowing him to tag along but eventually it had become clear that despite their differences they liked, even needed each other to stay sane.

Their respective social circles saw less and less of them and her cute face became a frequent sight in his life, hardly something to complain about seeing how sick he had gotten of his friends and colleagues and their meaningless lifes.

Considering how well they got along it was surprising they never slept with each other and how little he missed that. Whenever Daniel had been close friends with any women in his past he had eventually ended up in bed with them, but with Stacy he was now closing in on a full year and he had never seen her naked.

He had been perfectly fine with that, there was something more exciting between them and it wasn‘t half bad to hold her while they were walking down the street from the club either.
For some reason that had suddenly changed though, when she shivered in his arms and moved a little closer even he found his thoughts occupied with images of her body, the perfect curves visible through her tight-fitting jeans and top. For some reason that mental image seemed to walk away from him and he was suddenly overcome with sadness over a missed chance, his grip around her involuntarily tightening.

It wasn‘t long to their door anymore and silence had replaced their excited chatter from a minute before, both lost in thought and the cold of winter closing in. They picked up their pace, eager to reach their apartments and catch up on much needed sleep. Daniel keyed the main door open and ushered Stacy inside, missing the touch of her body already. She lived on the first floor, he two above, perfect to be close without getting on each other’s nerves.

„That was fun, thank you for coming with me.“

„Absolutely, have a good night.“ For some reason he felt as if they were saying their final goodbyes and it made him sick to his stomach.

„Good night, see you soon.“

Daniel decided he had to do something. „Actually, I…“ was all he could come up with before he saw that cute, exhausted smile he liked so much distort her face. Then she was back close to him, in his arms with her firm breasts pressing against his chest as if there wasn‘t a thick leather jacket between them.

„Yes, me too. I need you tonight, come in.“

That was all they spoke for the next minutes, but there was no silence with their eyes and lips doing the talking. Part of him wanted to let go of her, undress and get naked already, the rest just wanted to never stop kissing her and looking into those eyes that were so easy to get lost in.

When Stacy moved her hands from his neck down to his shoulders and began taking off his jacket there was a short moment of clarity, all they needed to realize they had no time to go slow anymore. For the shortest moment their hands left each other, just long enough to hurry out of their clothes that found their way down to the floor before Stacy took him by the hand and dragged him into the bedroom. He followed her, his eyes unable to leave her perfect butt cheeks.

Stacy dragged him down with her, her lips finding his while her hand already guided him into her. As soon as he found the tip reach the right point he pushed in, anything but gently and enjoyed her eyes rolling up as a deep sigh escaped her.

As with everything Stacy wasn‘t one to ease into things, going straight from cute to slutty and begging him to fuck her, her eyes wild and lust-filled. But those were only passing thoughts in his mind, sticking through the cloud of his own lust and impatience as he thrust into her, deeper than his dick was long and faster than he could handle himself.

There would be a time for a slow second round, but for now it was a race who could come quicker. She seemed to be a step ahead of him, the slurs and begs to fuck her already infrequent and inconsistent, the tight grip she had on his back already growing weaker.

He could see and feel her come more than he heard it, her gaze becoming cross-eyed and her body stiffening up before she fell into shivers and her lungs emptied in a long, barely audible sigh before she sank back into the pillows.

Daniel was close himself, ready to pull out when Stacy lazily opened one eye and seemed to read his mind perfectly again when she whispered: „Just come inside.“
Then her arms went up and around him, pulling him closer as he lost his control, almost his balance as the last thrust he needed made every nerve in his body explode, then his dick as well as he shot his cum deep into her.

He rolled onto his back, exhausted and his mind clearing up he wondered when things had gone downhill so fast. Stacy left him no time to ponder life choices though, already on top of him and resting her head on her palms with her elbows digging into his chest. She looked straight into his eyes with an expression that was new to him, something between friendship and love, exhausted and already ready to go at it again.

The moment he moved under her she smiled at him, grabbing his wrists to lock him in place.

„If you think you‘re getting out of this easily…that was just the beginning.“

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Sep 08 2018

postappantsdown: (via Hoe in a world without hope) Hoe in a…

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(via Hoe in a world without hope)

Hoe in a world without hope

There wasn’t much left, and little of what remained seemed desirable. Which put Maggie in a great spot, seeing she had one of the few things people still loved, needed and were willing to pay for: A pussy and tits.

Some things never went out of fashion and bending over for money certainly was one of them, only that money had been replaced by ammunition, food or safe passage between the myriad of different fractions that had emerged.

Not to mention it was actually quite fun, Maggie had always enjoyed relaxing and getting fucked and that was what ninety percent of guys wanted.

And so she could rest her head on her palms and look out of the watchtower’s window into the vast emptiness while the guard gave her pussy some much needed attention. She had already half forgotten his name – Damian maybe – but she knew she would remember the feeling of his dick for a while. It was a good dick, large enough to rip holes into her carefully maintained facade of disinterest but not large enough to be painful.

He was the same, his hands gripping her hips strong but not too strong and his thrusts somewhere between soft, caring and strong, forceful. Maggie noticed her body involuntarily reacting to him, from her head sinking down over short moans and the shivers that overcame her whenever he ran his hands over her back.

He smacked her buttcheeks and while her instinct told her to object to that her body ached for more and all that came over her lips was a short squeak trailing off into another moan.

Her eyes fell onto a truck being loaded outside and before her vision blurred she noticed a group of soldiers checking their weapons, they would be their escort on the upcoming trip she was just paying for.

Her focus shifted back to the room, the slight chill the thick windows could only hold off so much and the rough wood of the table against her elbows. His pace was increasing and she realized he was going to cum before her, then that she had to play catch up if she wanted to get her fix as well.

She let her head fall down again, staring at the table through her closed eyes and breathing through her mouth, relaxing her body as much as possible to leave herself vulnerable against his thrusts that came hard, frequent now.

„Don’t stop now!“, Maggie whimpered, instantly rewarded by harder, more frequent thrusts.

She could feel her nipples rub against the cloth of her shirt that he had only half pushed up on her body, felt his hands holding her tighter and his balls smacking against her thighs.

He groaned slightly and she noticed it was only a matter of moments before he would fill up the condom. In a last attempt to cum she let herself drop onto the table, her legs merely resting on the ground without any tension and as she felt the table’s edge dig into her hips with each thrust she felt an orgasm rising up, short and swift. It was only a fraction of what her body needed, but it was an orgasm alright. Then just when she thought it was over he thrust into her violently and she came, hard enough to lose her balance.

He pulled out, then pulled her back by the hair before she could recover.

„I made you cum, now suck me off till I finish.“

There was a tone in his voice she didn’t care for, but then she was his slut for a few moments and the moment he came the power would shift back to her.

She went down on her knees and tasted the silicone taste of the condom, easing her lips over the tip of his dick and then almost choking as he pressed her head towards his body, forcing her to swallow him whole.

Taken by surprise Maggie grabbed his ass cheeks to regain balance, then to hold onto something as he started fucking her throat so hard she could barely take it. It didn’t take him more than a couple of thrusts before his dick started itching and he pulled out, slipping the condom off just in time before a massive load of sticky cum hit her chin and dripped down onto her shirt. He stroked his cock a few more times, then looked down at her.

„Good job, I will recommend you to the others.“

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Sep 02 2018

postappantsdown: (via Not much of a challenge) I like a good…

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(via Not much of a challenge)

I like a good challenge as much as anybody, but everyone needs an easy chick in his life if you ask me. Someone you can turn to when the challenge didn’t work out or the teasing phase is still ongoing, someone who answers the door when you knock and asks you inside no matter what time it is.

Ellie was just that, my own personal depraved slut. Or maybe I shared her with other guys, even though I never got that impression. But then who cares, she wasn’t a woman I was going to get envious over. The first time we met she was lonely and just recovering from the trauma of finding her apartment broken into, I was still the beat cop looking to make Detective one day.
She needed attention as much as I needed to do something against my crush on my then partner. Boy was she hot, that uniform fetish we all kind of have certainly doesn’t help if you spend hours a day in a car with the literal embodiment of sexy in uniform. But she was also someone I respected and back then I did not have the benefit of a more or less flawless career and could have easily lost my job if things had gone South.

But Ellie posed no threat to me, instead she was incredibly thankful as I knocked on her door a second time that day, or night really. A new door with a tougher looking lock that would provide just as much protection as the old one, but her legs were certainly not locked. She wore grey guy boxers with a slight wet spot when she opened the door, a dark black tshirt and neither stayed on very long.

She asked me inside and the only hard thing was my dick, no need for words and certainly no weeks of dating, buying drinks and acting as if I wanted her mind more than her body. It turned out she had a beautiful mind as well, but only over time and her body certainly impressed me more then. Or now, really, if I want smart chicks there are plenty back at the department who keep my mind sharp as much as thinking of Ellie makes my dick hard.

She had a strange kind of beauty to her, a little of that sad, French movie cutie with her shoulder long black hair and slim figure, mixed with a face I could stare into for hours with her cute little freckles, the lips and nose that gave her that certain hint of mystery. Oh, and of course her lack of gratuitous morals so many other women lived and died by.

You wanted to kiss her? Just pull her in, feel her boobs against your chest and her lips on yours. Wanted her to suck your dick the moment you came into the door? Close it behind you and gently push her down to her knees. And if you wanted to just lean back on her couch and have her do all the work you just sat down and she wouldn’t even need to be told what to do.

I used her, no way around that. When I had another girlfriend she wouldn’t see me for a week or two. The moment my girlfriends inevitably got cranky, bitchy and demanding I would remember I had a remedy living just ten minutes away and she would take me back as if I hadn’t been gone. At first I felt kind of weird about using her like that, even tried being nicer to her until I understood she wanted and needed exactly what I gave her, a man that would keep her at arm’s length even while she was in his arms. She wasn’t one for relationships and love, more one for trust and sex and giving as much as she took.

She never called me or send me a text even though she had my number, not even the couple times we went a month without seeing each other. No complaints either, no bickering why I hadn’t called, she would just take the flowers, fancy wine taken from a house we searched earlier that day or whatever I had grabbed in a pinch.
Some kind of present she never seemed to expect and it always put a slight smile to her face, a present that was forgotten the next second until our bodies cooled down again and we ate or drank it up together.
A second round after, then I would tuck her into the blanket and leave her behind. Rarely would I fall asleep next to her, really only on those rare occasions when she showed signs of wanting me to stay, when she locked her arms around me and kissed me, looked me deep into the eyes with her mouth twitching as if she wanted to say something.

But usually she was a chick for a couple hours, the only time we ever spent a full weekend together was when I invited her to a cabin I had rented. Boy did we fuck a lot that weekend, autumn was around the corner and it was both too hot to stay dressed during the day and too cold not to get all cuddly in the evenings. Nothing to do really, books just a way to pass time until our bodies were ready again and I swear I couldn’t walk properly for days after.

I still think about that weekend from time to time, how we made that cabin ours and really fucked everywhere we shouldn’t have. How I bent her over the wooden railing around the porch, how I stopped her from climbing the ladder to the sleeping area so I could fuck her while she held on to the steps. How we took a walk down to the lake and rowed the little boat out, really just so we could say we had properly used what the place had to offer. How Ellie went outside when she needed to pee, standing there out in the open where all the people who weren’t there could have watched. The couch pillows we flipped around to hide the stains.

And how we never did it again after that one time, a fond memory and nothing but before it was back to late night walks up the stairs to her third floor apartment.

Just like last night, I just needed to see her again. It had been close to a month again, for once not because of conflicting love interests but because of work, one hell of a case that had doubled my overtime and everyone’s on my team. Too much violence, too much work and too little humanity left in this world, the perfect time to bust a cap in your head or a nut into an easy chick.

I decided to stay sane and drove out to her instead of going back even though it was well past midnight and really no time to wake a lady from her sleep. But I needed to, needed the feel of breasts and butt under my fingers, needed the workout and an orgasm I hadn’t had in days. I knocked, again and waited leaned against the wooden railing that was awfully shaky under the weight of a grown man. But it held without breaking on me and before I could knock again the door opened, giving way to a tired and incredibly cute face. Her hair was all messed up and she wore a worn old tshirt, probably had been blue sometime long ago before fading to almost white.

But her smile was broad and sincere, taking priority even over her nipples that so visibly poked through the shirt or the fact she hadn’t even bothered putting on underwear.

“Well, if that isn’t my favourite cop of them all.”

“Ellie, I’m sorry it’s so late. Did I wake you up?”

“No, I wasn’t asleep yet. You come just in time, I am so fucking horny all day and I was just about to take care of that problem myself.”

Gee, if that didn’t sound inviting. Perfect considering all I could think of was fucking her hard and rough and seeing she was in a wild mood herself made it all the better. It was funny how there was already sex in the air when I hadn’t even crossed her doorstep, maybe some of her neighbours had even heard us but then neither of us really cared. All I cared for were those tits, grabbing that ass and all she cared for was guiding my hand right down to her pussy without any delay. My fingers were inside her before the door had fully closed and I used them to steer her, angling them slightly to pull her behind me as if on a leash, a fucking short one at that.

But Ellie did not bark or try to strain that leash and a moment later we were in her living room, a cute mess of books and comfy pillows, evidence of her personality if she wasn’t going for willing fuck toy.

“Don’t go easy on me, we can always go slow later.”

Another fine invitation I could not resist. “Just what I need myself.”

I’ve never liked couch sex too much, just like bed sex it’s a damn good way to make a great thing boring. It’s too comfortable and good sex never really is. There has to be struggle involved, sweat and aching muscles and maybe even the occasional tear on the brink between pain and pleasure.

I held her hip with one arm and used the other to get her out of the shirt, a most welcome struggle that soon left her naked, ready and willing on all fours in front of me as I gently pushed her down.

As I undid my buckle Ellie looked around over her shoulder, not just sex in her eyes but a darker, violent undertone as well.

“Spank me, and for fuck’s sake make it hurt.”

I will never quite understand how so many women are so fragile and on the verge of crying when they stub their toes and yet they take an ass whopping so hard it makes me uncomfortable. And I knew Ellie to be tough even during the day, if she was in a spanking mood her ass would be fire red before she was satisfied. So I got to work, giving her butt cheeks a teasing pass with my fingers that sent shivers through her before I grabbed her, turned her around so her cheeks were right in reach of my right hand that came down with all the force I could muster. Man did that first slap echo through the room, and before Ellie’s shrieking moan had a chance to subside my hand was already down again, this time hitting her right cheek.

“God, just like…” was all she brought out before I slapped her again, giving her a slight pause to grab her by the neck and press a hard kiss on her lips, nibbling on her lip with my teeth.

“You like that?”

“Please, don’t stop. God it’s so hard to find someone who isn’t afraid of…”

Slap. Pause, one more slap. Break time, my fingers taking over as they ran over her swollen pussy lips and a kiss on her already burning hot ass. Damn she was wet, and she was ready for me with her head resting on the floor as much as her forearms, audible moans as I slid my fingers deep into her. They are strong fingers, a big hand with ever so slightly rough skin from all that getting in and out of gloves that can inflict some serious pleasure in a tight pussy like hers. Maybe they aren’t quite on the level on a long hard dick, but they can get a woman into that state where she is so close to orgasm that she can’t even beg you to fuck her anymore. And unlike dicks fingers can stretch that state out so long they kind of break down like a power tool low on battery, exhausted and not doing any useful work until you recharge them.

Which was right what I was going to do to her, recharge her for another day in this ugly world. Not for a while though, she still had some sense in her eyes as I grabbed her by the chin to stare at her, putting as much aggression into my eyes as into the thrusts of my fingers. As rough as my skin might have been it was no match for how slippery wet Ellie was, soon I had her all over my hand and she still showed no sign of slowing down.

Her eyes met mine and I could see she had crossed the line of sanity, her mouth open and her gaze cross-eyed.

“Use me.”

She sure was in a sex-starved mood, but then so was I and it wasn’t surprising considering how long it had been. There is that sweet line where ignoring your desires makes it so much better, but we were both well past that. A week without an orgasm is amazing, your dick so hard it’s close to bursting even from the friction of walking, then I might be able to jerk off to go for another week without a real woman but if I don’t get sex by the second week my mind takes seriously dark turns. I get cranky, suspects look dangerously similar to punching bags and the shit I have to put up with all day everyday is close to driving me insane. A good woman can solve all that, and tonight Ellie was a particularly good woman.

I let go of her to get up and struggle out of my pants and boxers, quite the struggle as my dick was so hard it hurt to even get up. I threw the clothes behind me and couldn’t quite muster the patience to get rid of my shirt as well, getting on my knees behind her and taking a final look at her gaping pussy before I directed my dick where my eyes had just been.

Her red hot cheeks felt vulnerable to the touch, so naturally I dug my fingers deep into them as my dick thrust forward, slow and deep and pushing all air out of her lungs as she sighed with relief. It’s a good dick as well, just an inch or so longer than average but perfect for that little surprise, that extra push they don’t quite expect and going in a little deeper when they already exhausted all air.

Ellie was no different, there are certain things you can never quite get used to no matter how well you know them. That feeling of boobs or ass in your hand, or grabbing a woman above her hips so that your fingers almost run around her whole body. Hard stomach muscles convulsing under your finger tips as they come or shooting a load of cum into them without pulling out. Or the reverse in their case of course, it’s close to the same but it feels all new again regardless.

And there is no way plunging your dick into a warm, wet pussy will ever get boring, the way your dick is so hard you struggle to get it inside her because it won’t budge more than an inch. How you have to lean over her to even enter her, the desire to go slow and drag out the inevitable conflicting with your desire to come right now, or better yet a second ago.

I cared not for Ellie anymore, I know you are not supposed to say that but my own pleasure was all I had in my mind and in doing so I gave her exactly what she needed. Her moans and sighs and slutty half-sentences would not reach my ears until I had already pumped her full of cum, everything about her only noticeable in retrospect. Right then it was just a wet pussy, my dick wondering how it was supposed to go on any longer and her ass cheeks slapping against my hips with each thrust.

Some time between then and now, here and there I guess I came, but as much as I see her in retrospect as little can I recall of when that happened exactly. I remember the almost painful pulses as my dick pumped and pumped cum into her, I guess had I pulled out that load might have been worth a picture.

Nothing can quite prepare you for that moment when reality sets back in, when you realize that woman below you did not quite deserve how you just treated her and coming to terms with the fact it was what you both needed. That hint of shame over aligning dark sides, that neither of you is going to hate the other for what just happened. No yelling, no shoves and crying, no breakup but instead cuddling, exhausted smiles as you drop down next to her and the hard floor finally becomes uncomfortable but you have no intent to get up anytime soon.

Ellie turned around to her back, resting her head on my arm and our fingers lazily running over the other’s legs and stomach. Then she turned over to the side, her right leg on top of me to make sure I had even less reason to get up. She took advantage of my exhausted and defenceless state to get her fair share of kisses out of me, fingers running over my stomach and pushing up my shirt.

Looking up at her I couldn’t help but smile, that face was just so incredibly cute. “I think I got a little carried away there.”

“And thank god you did.”


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postappantsdown: (via Empty Roads) Freedom meant different…

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(via Empty Roads)

Freedom meant different things to different people, some equalled it to monetary success and others to power.

To Helen nothing was more pure than an empty road at night, asphalt under her wheels and wind creeping through her helmet. Being far past a healthy bedtime, every burden on her mind left behind and nothing keeping her from doing what she loved.

A twist on the throttle catapulted her forwards, out into the unknown emptiness. She loved crossing these wild borderlands between the cities and rural areas where no people lived or worked, road maintenance crews being the only that ever set foot onto these stretches of asphalt.

If she felt like stopping right in the middle of the road with her lights switched off there was a reasonable chance she’d survive, the last time she had seen any other traffic had been close to half an hour ago. Still she settled for a break on the side of the road, slowly rolling to a stop on the loose gravel that offered as much grip as a cube of ice. She managed to stop with the rubber side still down, kicked down the stand, hung her helmet from the bars and got out of the saddle to stretch her aching muscles.

Letting out a sigh Helen stared into the darkness, her eyes fixating on the distant blurbs of light that could be anything from cars to street lights. From her current position not even the city could be seen, making her headlights the brightest light source in miles. A flick of a switch later she was shrouded in darkness, the slight windchill on her face teasing her mind with a sense of fear she had never quite managed to overcome. Instead, she had learned to embrace it, to enjoy the rush it brought to her body and mind in the relative safety of solitude.

Helen leaned against her saddle, staring out into the darkness and waiting for boredom to set in so she could make the rest of the way home before daylight broke.

Instead of boredom she found a strange arousal set in, naugthy thoughts crossing through her mind like little sparks. Helen let out an annoyed sigh, she was always a little disappointed with herself when she wasn’t her usual controlled self.

Why was it that whenever she was alone with just her thoughts they immediately took a turn for the naughty? Food was always somewhere in the back of her mind but before she had to eat she usually had an hour or two of warning time before she desperately needed food. Yet, a moment before she had just wanted to stretch her muscles and now all she could think of was sticking her fingers into herself.

With another annoyed sigh Helen realized there was no fighting the urge now and that she could be glad for the solitude and darkness allowing her to give her body what it needed. She repositioned her feet for better balance and flicked her belt open, the wolf buckle probably looking slightly less hungry than her pussy. With a smile she wondered how long it would take until she was howling to the moon as well before focussing on the task at hand again.

She loved the feeling of flicking up the jeans button, the short moment of resistance before giving in that equalled hers so well. Her hands were as cold as she was hot by then, only slowly adapting from the cold harsh reality to the warmth they were teasing. She let her left run under her jacket where it crept up to her breasts while her right went on to slowly tease her pussy lips. It always surprised her how her body reacted to its own touch, shivers running through her muscles that didn’t come from the slightly chilly night air.

Helen kept massaging her breasts, wishing for a third hand while she let her right fingers dive into her pussy, twisting them around and trying to push them deeper than her fingers were long. She noticed it had been a long time now since she had last had a proper fuck and that she had to do something against that soon. Maybe one of the mechanics at the shop she brought her bike to for maintenance, they sure looked like they could fuck a chick silly if she needed it. Maybe she would even hit up one of the long lost friends from college, her naked body would likely be enough to reestablish contact for a while until she got bored again.

Suspension and loose ground made the bike shift a little under her weight and left part of her wondering if she was about to tip over, but the bigger part paid no mind to the problem. With her fingers diving deeper into her pussy Helen realized she had to be quick, even her horny mind was starting to become annoyed with herself and if she stopped now  she would not recover from that state of mind without a long, hard fuck.

Her moans became more frequent and her movements increasingly erratic as the thoughts in her head drifted into weird directions, merging into new paths that had little to do with reality but all led her to strange places, unfulfilled fantasies with people she had longed for or hated enough to consider violence, it was hard to tell who was which.

One face kept coming in front of her inner eye, Mike who had been the first to see her potential, given her the first few jobs and opened up the world she now lived in, a world and a man her parents had always warned her about. Over time Mike had passed every stage between love and hate and they no longer talked, but if there was one thing she remembered him by it was how well he had been able to clear her mind with his fingers and dick, even with whispers to her ear or presents and memories no sane girl would have cared for.

She wasn’t sure if to love him or hate him for getting her hooked on a life of adrenaline, sex and crime but she had long accepted there was no way back and in moments like this, when she was all alone and vulnerable a certain part of her longed for him, missed the feeling of safety and being cared for in a world that knew no safety or loyalty.

With her fingers gliding into herself each thrust brought her to a different place, different event and one step closer to the orgasm she needed so desperately. Her legs started to shiver and twitch, a pleasant pain jolting through her muscles that made her fingers reach unexpected places, inching her closer and closer until all air seemed to escape her lungs in one swift moment. All thoughts and tension were wiped away, replaced with the clear air of the night filling her lungs that put her straight back into reality.

A reality where she was alone in the dark, still miles from home and tired enough to consider falling asleep at the side of the road.

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