Since I mentioned BAD internet erotica in my last post, I'm very happy to say I can now bring to you a site that has very GOOD free erotica. What's that old saying? "Ask and you shall receive?" The site is called We Connect, and I think it's pretty new. I talked to the writers who are very very nice people, and wanted to share this little discovery. So, here's my Sunday Treat to You! And if you like the story below, be sure to check out We Connect and give them the support I think they deserve.
Ravished
This has been a very bad week for feminists. At least in my household.
This has never happened to me. Nev. Er.
I woke up tied to the headboard, being ravished (well, practically) by a pirate. I kid you not, World Wide Web.
Have I mentioned that I’m a heavy sleeper? Very.
But it wasn’t much past one in the morning when I was startled awake by the feeling of my legs being parted. I stretched, thinking, honestly, “I’m not really in the mood.” Usually Doc gets to me slowly, warms me up with touch. Now, he was just parting my thighs and moving in between them.
Then two things occurred to me at once. The first was, “I can’t move my arms.” The second was, “Why is my husband wearing a mask?” I mean, seriously. A damned black silk honest-to-Zorro bandanna mask. Some peoples’ kids.
“Feeling creative?” I asked languidly.
He didn’t speak at all, but he was a little more insistent than usual. My legs were quickly draped over his shoulders, forcing my ass off the bed, and he was probing with his cock between my thighs. I was a little dry. He grabbed my hair: he knows how much that turns me on, and after two or three minutes of hungry kissing, where I couldn’t move my hands or my head, pinned as I was to the bed, my thighs absurdly at right angles to the mattress, I was more than ready. And so was he.
I have to say, he didn’t last as long as I wanted him to. Not that time. But I was incredibly turned on. Before long my legs were wrapped around his ass, pulling him tighter into me. When I felt him speeding up and knew his orgasm was getting closer, I decided to play along. “You fucking bastard,” I hissed at him. “You fucking bastard!” That did it. He was coming, and hard.
When he was spent and lying on top of me, I grinned up at him. “Nice,” I drawled. “Very, very nice. You gonna untie me now?”
“I’m thinking about it,” he said. I love the feeling of helplessness when his body is on top of mine. I couldn’t move at all.
Definitely.
A bad week for feminism.
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Thanks for that delicious quickie We Connect!
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