The #SoSS meme is a roundup of favourite blogs I’ve visited this week. In order not to duplicate what others have done for #SoSS (Share Our Shit Saturday) (or Sunday if you forget/run out of time) I’m going to give you links to some of their older stuff - because I think their complete blogs are worth reading. Click the links for the full stories, because these are just excerpts.
Quiller Costello ~ Hephaestus - "Molly - the First"
Quiller has decided to write about some of the women he has encountered on his journey through life. Based on this first example, I'm looking forward to reading more about all the others. His writing style is exemplary:
Okay First-timer here’s how this goes down.
You make yourself comfortable on the floor, down here. I give you a blanket. And we’ll talk. Things you should know, that you haven’t been taught.
And I did. She sat in a big wing chair by the empty summer fireplace and sipped her drink and watched me undress. God help me, I took it all off. She said nothing, just sipped, and the light off the lake slid over her in faint blue ripples like she was some kind of ghost.
I stood before her, trembling, and she was good enough not to laugh at me, but just nodded at the blankets and bade me get to bed.
And I lay there, looking at the ceiling, my cock itching against the coarse army wool, and listened to her talk.
This is not a done deal, Quiller. You have been a terrible asshole, most of the time I’ve known you. So why should I give you any of this, of me?
Because I want to? A little, but I’m drunk, and nobody’s fucked me for a month or two, and I’m bored. So... [much more]
Posy Churchgate ~ Pillow Talk "Sports Car"
Posy has written a great little story about sex in a sports car, and it resonated with a lot of her male readers. I guess we've all had this fantasy at some stage in our adolescent (male?) lives :
He kissed her deeply, while roaming his hands over naked skin, pinching and twisting her nipples which excited her in ways she’d never imagined. He bruised her lips with bites and caresses, but when his mouth made a hot trail down her neck to her clavicle, she moaned aloud with desire. She felt tiny and fragile in the grip of his capable hands, he so experienced and she only on the nursery slopes, but the idea of bending to his will was intoxicating.
Her dainty lace panties were sodden, she felt herself liquefying around the fabric and the urge to offer herself to him like a sacrifice, primeval and strong.
“Let me do something for you, something no other girl has done.” She held his gaze, her eyes dark with lust, willing to try anything he asked right now.
He reached under the fabric of her dress, using both hands to drag her knickers over her hips and off, they were soaked, they’d pulled a warm sticky trail down her legs. He held them near his nose, his mouth then licked a little of the salty tang before pushing them in the pocket of his jacket.
“Anything?” he asked, his eyes boring into hers with a serious expression, making more moisture flood her pussy.
“Anything,” she nodded, “I want you to remember this fuck. I’m not just another girl.” Although even as she said it, she was afraid she might be.
His warm hands were on her waist again to fondle her backside through her dress while he thought, then a lopsided smile broke over his face.
“Do you think you could sit on this?” he asked, indicating the gear stick with a caressing hand. It was large and bulbous, like a small leather pear and had a thicker circumference than any cock she’d accommodated. She wanted to please him, take his challenge, thinking about it she felt hot and wet and a total vixen. She nodded, sure that she could and was delighted to see lust flare across his face.
Straddling the two footwells of the car, she drew her dress teasingly up her thighs... [much more]
Hannah Lockhardt ~ Hannah Likes Dirty Words "Three Square Meals"
Hannah likes dirty words and lucky for us she knows how to use them - Hannah writes dirty stories and they're great!:
So my beloved and I ascend the stairs and he points out the bathroom, his parents and brothers’ rooms, and finally the tiny box room that was his personal space until the age of eighteen. The walls are show home cream and the bed is bedecked with a rosy floral duvet set but there are still glimpses of teenage boy about the place.
He closes the door behind him.“Come here and open your mouth. Tongue out too, please.”
I crawl to him, mouth open, almost drooling at the sight of him holding his cock parallel to his abdomen.
He knows the longer he makes me wait, the greater the pool of saliva around my tongue grows and threatens to dribble down my chin, and if that happens he can laugh at me for being even more cock-drunk than before. But dinner draws ever closer and he lowers his balls into my mouth, jerking the shaft as I delicately manoeuvre my tongue over the sensitive skin, heavy and filling.
Satisfied, he tells me to stop, and allows my tongue to venture over his erection, his impassive eye watching me work until I brush the head; the tender slit with it’s bead of precum and he moans softly.
“Now you can take it all.” He growls simply, angling down into my throat and I brace myself against the door behind him, my head shuttling back and forth over his cock... [much more]