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For our summer reading project we’re doing Jane Eyre, and this is the result: madwoman in the attic roleplay.
Mixing Bronte sisters and kinky sex, ever since Wuthering Heights gave me funny dreams.
Why haven’t I done this tho?
With Misungui at Place des cordes
It started out so cute and comfy-looking. And then, and then!
Plus also: augh, the drool.
I Can. You Can’t.
Standard“Who are you texting?” I asked her one night during sex.
“Jared,” she replied as she pushed back against me.
“Is he still going out with that couple from Bushwick?“ I was getting bored of the old doggy style, so I tipped her over onto her side and pulled a leg up against my chest before sliding back inside her.
“I don’t know. I think it’s still on-again off-again,” she said without looking up from the phone.
“Didn’t we have a rule about texting during sex?” I finally asked as I reached down to rub her clit with my thumb.
“I think we decided I can do it, but you can’t. Something about how it turns you on when I’m not paying attention, and it drives me crazy and makes me feel insecure when you do it.”
“That sounds familiar,” I said as I thrust harder inside her. She was breathing faster and I finally lifted her up with one arm and placed her down firmly on her back. I spread her thighs, took a long look at her perfect body and fucked her once more. She wrapped her arms around me as I kissed her neck and I could still hear her pressing buttons behind my back.
“Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” I grunted as I pushed hard against her body.
“I’m trying to text dear. Don’t talk right now, ok?”
That completely pushed me over the edge and within seconds I was coming as hard a schoolboy and I could hardly see. Our bodies were slick with sweat and she finally let her hands fall onto my back. The phone fell onto the floor beside us and her fingers were strong on my shoulder.
“How is he?” I finally whispered.
“I have no fucking clue,” she replied with a kiss.
–Guy New York
(via quickienewyork)
My performance review was off the charts! I knew you’d love to help me celebrate, playtoy. Isn’t this better than drinks at Jupiter?
“Good book?” I asked.
“Mmmm,” she muttered.
“A bit of escapism?”
“Shhh. I’m reading.”
“OK. Keep reading then. Pretend I’m not here. It’s kinkier that way anyway.”
I pulled her legs open and started playing with her pussy. She was getting nice and wet. She turned the page and pushed her glasses up her nose.
“Read aloud,” I said. As she started reading, her voice low, I lay on top of her and pushed my cock into her pussy. She kept reading, slowing. I slipped my hand onto her throat as I fucked her.
“Keep reading.”
I could feel her voice vibrating her throat against my palm. I could feel her wet pussy walls squeezing my cock. I dropped my forehead against the back of her head and came inside her. She stopped reading.
*printing this out for my husband*
Please someone do this to me. I love reading so this would be perfect
One of my fave erotic stories begins this way. Oof, that’s some shit I return to.