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M, N, O and P!

I’m starting this post with an apology… I may have over-extended myself this month! I’m not sure why I thought taking on the A to Z Challenge while working a full time job and trying to navigate caring for my mum was a good idea but here I am, late again. Whoops.
Maybe that is the point… I am still here. I’m still plugging along when I can and still trying to complete… even though today I might cheat a little by having a four letter day!

I had a whole lot of words in my notebook for inspiration on these days, including man, marriage and missionary; naughty, nerd and nursery; orgy, one night stand and oral; and promiscuous, pregnant and post-coital. I’ve picked one of each, and put together the little (longer than my normal…) snippet below. I’m not telling you which words I’ve picked… see if you figure them out!

And, before you start, a community service announcement. My characters here are naughty, and do not practice safe sex. They live in my fantasy world… where nasty consequences do not apply. Sadly, my fantasy world is not the real world. So cover up.


“Holy shit.” I was flat on my back, hand over my heart, chest heaving as I recovered my breath. “That was….”

“Amazing,” he said, grinning and rolling onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow. “Incredible. Awesome. Unbelievable.” 

He rolled back over me, settling himself between my legs. It was ridiculous, he was hardly panting at all while I was panting like I’d just finished the New York Marathon. And he clearly had a very short refractory period, the way his cock was growing hard again between my legs. He pushed against me and I was so swollen that it almost hurt.  Almost.

I wasn’t quite sure how I’d gone from studying in the law library to the bed of one of the biggest jocks on campus. Yet, here I was. His bed was surprisingly comfortable for a boy, with soft, clean sheets and more pillows than I would have expected. Not surprisingly, it smelled like him, a mixture of soap and some sort of woodsy scent with some other smell that was just him.

Lifting his torso, he reached between us and cupped my heavy breast in his hand, tweaking the nipple between his fingers. It immediately responded to his touch, hardening into a point that could have cut glass. He just grinned and bent his head, latching on and sucking it into his mouth.

“Fuck. Yes.”

As he shifted his attention to my other nipple, I lifted my legs, wrapping them around his hips, heels pressing against the back of his thighs.

“Are you sore?” he asked, his voice muffled against my breast.

“Hmmmmm?”

He flexed his hips against me and my entire body shuddered. “I want you again. Are you too sore for me?”

I wasn’t going to be able to walk tomorrow, but I didn’t really care and I pushed up against him. “No, mmmmmmm, I’m okay.”

“You sure,” he asked, reaching between us and taking hold of his erection, rubbing it up and down against me.

“I’m sure,” I said, nodding. This might be my only opportunity to enjoy an athlete, and I was going to take advantage of it. “Fuck me.”

He grinned and pressed forward, easing his hardness back inside me for the third time. And it was still as good as the first.

“Yes.” I stretched my arms up, wrapping them around his neck as he moved above me, my hips straining upwards to meet his thrusts.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he said, his lips moving against my neck. “So fucking tight around my cock.”

I’d never done anything like this. I spent my life moving between my work and the university, spending all of my free time buried in the law library. I’d had boyfriends, sure, but time with them had been scheduled, carefully scheduled, and always scheduled after any work and study requirements. I wasn’t sure what had changed this afternoon, other than I’d hit a completely massive road block in my thesis and was starting to panic when he’d crossed my path. Somehow, instead of chipping away at that block, I found myself in his bed being fucked into oblivion.

His lips found my earlobe and pulled the lobe into his mouth, sucking hard and releasing it quickly. “Fucking hell, I’m going to come. Are you there?”

“Yes.” I arched my back and moved so that his pelvis was more directly rubbing mine with every thrust. “Yes.”

One, two, three more thrusts and he came with a growl, making me shudder. Thankfully, his hips continued to flex as he finished, his throbbing cock and the stroke of his hips bringing me over the edge.

As I came down, my legs relaxed, dropping away from his hips. He rolled off me onto his back on the bed.

“Holy shit.  That was… .”

“Amazing.  Incredible. Awesome. Unbelievable.”  He grinned.

I laughed.


Thanks for reading. I’ll be back tomorrow for “Q”.

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