Friday, 7 June 2013

Selected Smut from a Word Lover

kaelor: caseymagnesium: whatzedsaw: red hot exhibition by...









kaelor:

caseymagnesium:

whatzedsaw:

red hot exhibition by thomas knights

ten april twenty thirteen

this my dreammmmm

this is my future

Congratulations on your faces. And like…your shoulders.

Now stop that.

coffeeandsecrets: naughtyetymology: coffeeandsecrets: naughtyetymology: This morning's dreams...

coffeeandsecrets:

naughtyetymology:

coffeeandsecrets:

naughtyetymology:

This morning's dreams were really intense, some anxiety dreams about trying to make a lot of edible foods in a team from a lot of odd ingredients, but not able to speak to ask for ingredients even though lots of people cheated—some kind of introductory thing for some grad program—and losing important clothing items in the school, and a little video game, and then trying to apply to the school, and getting moved into a bunch of rooms in a big house but there's only one way into the rooms and a LOT of ways to get lost and intrude on other people.

And somewhere in there, some comedian guy was talking about this weird sex thing that men love and women just laugh at; C&S was with me, pantsless, we were lying side-by-side (I don't know if I was wearing pants) and he had his legs up straight in the air, masturbating slowly while I looked on appreciatively. Then, I don't know, he was standing next to my feet but I don't know how that part happened and the comedian was describing the thing and then C&S came as I watched and I did too and he looked a little embarrassed maybe but I just…wanted, wanted to touch and holy hell it was weird and hot.

So so so worth the anxiety dreams.

This morning, hm? I had a strange dream this morning. You were on a short break from your job, eating some unspecified food (probably waffles) with whipped cream and maybe strawberries. There was a bed/couch (it was either, whenever it worked out to be one or the other) on which you, me, and The Interrupter (I'll call him that for now) were sitting/lying.

You had to hurry up and food and get back to work, but The Interrupter had other ideas. He put his hand between your legs and started to rub gently; you quietly protested at first but didn't resist because it felt so good. At this point (or for the whole dream? not sure) you were lying on your right side, one leg a bit forward and the other a bit behind, and incidentally (or intentionally on your part?) I was lying so that the top of my head was resting against/between both of your thighs.

You came quickly, and I tried to feel spasms in your thighs, or anything I could, while continuing to pretend I wasn't paying attention or didn't realize (like usual). Then you got up and finished your food.

In the dream, it wasn't uncomfortable or super-weird, it was just that kind of hyper-awareness to pay as much attention to what you were doing as I could. Now, it's just weird and unsettling and I'm not sure what to think about it, so I'm trying not to.

Fortunately, I had stranger, but non-sexy, napdreams to occupy my mind.

Strawberries, that's a good idea. Gotta finish those strawberries before they go off. Gotta…not make a lot of filthy noises or strange faces while finishing those strawberries.

I'd love to have you arranged between my thighs, but the circumstances would definitely have to be a bit different; wouldn't want to waste your time with a boring view or something.

Wish I knew what dream comedian dude was describing, it was apparently shockingly hot. And watching you was really, spectacularly sexy. You looked rather shocked to suddenly be coming, and like you were try to not and couldn't and didn't really want to and it was a huge mess and I was also surprised, I don't think either of us had even touched me but I came so hard and then I think we were maybe lying on the blanket on the floor where we'd started and just giggling about how absurd but fucking glorious the whole bizarre situation had been. Possible giggling with bitey kisses in between. Difficult to say.

Also difficult to say how the dreams fit together sequentially or at what hour I had them. S'pose it's possible I made a loud noise in my sleep and it worked its way into your dreams?

My dream was between my first alarm and the snooze alarm, so sometime between 8:30 and 8:50.

I guess you were a Supernatural-style familiar in my napdream? I needed you to turn a switch like on these lamps, but you had to change back into human form first, because it was pretty impossible with cat paws. You were only in your underwear when you changed, but I was too burdened with a mission to do anything but pretend that was entirely normal.

That’s between 3 and 3.5 hours after I went to bed, so it’s not an unlikely scenario. I can’t remember if it was before or after my alarms (or, the one I heard).

I will point out that these lamps are sometimes quite impossible to turn on or off even with opposable thumbs. I’m not sure how well real-me is suited to being a Supernatural-style cat familiar; I can only assume that dream-me is more graceful in build and movement than real-me. I also assume dream-me has sexier underwear.

Stupid missions…………

coffeeandsecrets: naughtyetymology: This morning's dreams were really intense, some anxiety dreams...

coffeeandsecrets:

naughtyetymology:

This morning's dreams were really intense, some anxiety dreams about trying to make a lot of edible foods in a team from a lot of odd ingredients, but not able to speak to ask for ingredients even though lots of people cheated—some kind of introductory thing for some grad program—and losing important clothing items in the school, and a little video game, and then trying to apply to the school, and getting moved into a bunch of rooms in a big house but there's only one way into the rooms and a LOT of ways to get lost and intrude on other people.

And somewhere in there, some comedian guy was talking about this weird sex thing that men love and women just laugh at; C&S was with me, pantsless, we were lying side-by-side (I don't know if I was wearing pants) and he had his legs up straight in the air, masturbating slowly while I looked on appreciatively. Then, I don't know, he was standing next to my feet but I don't know how that part happened and the comedian was describing the thing and then C&S came as I watched and I did too and he looked a little embarrassed maybe but I just…wanted, wanted to touch and holy hell it was weird and hot.

So so so worth the anxiety dreams.

This morning, hm? I had a strange dream this morning. You were on a short break from your job, eating some unspecified food (probably waffles) with whipped cream and maybe strawberries. There was a bed/couch (it was either, whenever it worked out to be one or the other) on which you, me, and The Interrupter (I'll call him that for now) were sitting/lying.

You had to hurry up and food and get back to work, but The Interrupter had other ideas. He put his hand between your legs and started to rub gently; you quietly protested at first but didn't resist because it felt so good. At this point (or for the whole dream? not sure) you were lying on your right side, one leg a bit forward and the other a bit behind, and incidentally (or intentionally on your part?) I was lying so that the top of my head was resting against/between both of your thighs.

You came quickly, and I tried to feel spasms in your thighs, or anything I could, while continuing to pretend I wasn't paying attention or didn't realize (like usual). Then you got up and finished your food.

In the dream, it wasn't uncomfortable or super-weird, it was just that kind of hyper-awareness to pay as much attention to what you were doing as I could. Now, it's just weird and unsettling and I'm not sure what to think about it, so I'm trying not to.

Fortunately, I had stranger, but non-sexy, napdreams to occupy my mind.

Strawberries, that’s a good idea. Gotta finish those strawberries before they go off. Gotta…not make a lot of filthy noises or strange faces while finishing those strawberries.

I’d love to have you arranged between my thighs, but the circumstances would definitely have to be a bit different; wouldn’t want to waste your time with a boring view or something.

Wish I knew what dream comedian dude was describing, it was apparently shockingly hot. And watching you was really, spectacularly sexy. You looked rather shocked to suddenly be coming, and like you were try to not and couldn’t and didn’t really want to and it was a huge mess and I was also surprised, I don’t think either of us had even touched me but I came so hard and then I think we were maybe lying on the blanket on the floor where we’d started and just giggling about how absurd but fucking glorious the whole bizarre situation had been. Possible giggling with bitey kisses in between. Difficult to say.

Also difficult to say how the dreams fit together sequentially or at what hour I had them. S’pose it’s possible I made a loud noise in my sleep and it worked its way into your dreams?

This morning’s dreams were really intense, some anxiety dreams about trying to make a lot of...

This morning’s dreams were really intense, some anxiety dreams about trying to make a lot of edible foods in a team from a lot of odd ingredients, but not able to speak to ask for ingredients even though lots of people cheated—some kind of introductory thing for some grad program—and losing important clothing items in the school, and a little video game, and then trying to apply to the school, and getting moved into a bunch of rooms in a big house but there’s only one way into the rooms and a LOT of ways to get lost and intrude on other people.

And somewhere in there, some comedian guy was talking about this weird sex thing that men love and women just laugh at; C&S was with me, pantsless, we were lying side-by-side (I don’t know if I was wearing pants) and he had his legs up straight in the air, masturbating slowly while I looked on appreciatively. Then, I don’t know, he was standing next to my feet but I don’t know how that part happened and the comedian was describing the thing and then C&S came as I watched and I did too and he looked a little embarrassed maybe but I just…wanted, wanted to touch and holy hell it was weird and hot.

So so so worth the anxiety dreams.

*bites lip* That'll do it…





*bites lip*

That'll do it…

coffeeandsecrets: I had a dream about sex bruises like this on...



coffeeandsecrets:

I had a dream about sex bruises like this on naughtyetymology, on her neck, and collarbones, and between her breasts. I'm not especially turned on by sex marks, especially when I wasn't the one who gave them to her, so it was kind of an odd thing to be inserted into an otherwise non-sexy dream.

I like being bitten, but…not that hard. Ouch. And definitely not where the marks are visible when I'm clothed. Was I shirtless, or…?

No, I am too drunk for this. I am the right amount of drunk for confused weirdly hot sex things....

No, I am too drunk for this. I am the right amount of drunk for confused weirdly hot sex things. Shut up and gimme smooches.

coffeeandsecrets: naughtyetymology: coffeeandsecrets: strokin6...



coffeeandsecrets:

naughtyetymology:

coffeeandsecrets:

strokin68:

Oh my…

What I had been imagining…

Mmmm, is that all? It's very nice, just to start, but I sort of anticipated your imagination might take off from there.

That's not all. This was just relevant and on my dash. See a previous post for another of the many things that went through my head.

Ohhhhh that looks excellent. I do hope you plan to reveal most of the many things that were on your mind; I am very interested…

coffeeandsecrets: strokin68: Oh my… What I had been...



coffeeandsecrets:

strokin68:

Oh my…

What I had been imagining…

Mmmm, is that all? It's very nice, just to start, but I sort of anticipated your imagination might take off from there.

Yes. Let's sleep. Together. I mean at the same time. Yes. Lots of little deaths in the future. Dream well, and I will do the same. -C&S

Mm, yes. Sleeping. Same hours. And the dreaming. I'll try to visit yours. Try to visit mine, too.

But not at the same time, that'd be missing the point a bit.

No dying! Just lots of ogling. And data-collecting, yes. And imagining things. No drowning, either. Speaking of dreams, it got late. I should sleep before my alarm goes off... and dream of really nice things. -C&S

Maybe tiny bits of dying on a regular basis in addition to all the other things.

Sleeping is probably a good plan. I plan to attempt it as well. I do not expect to be very successful but the dreaming really nice things part could work eventually. It is a thing we should both do. Yes.

Some of your stupid noises are adorable. I bet some of your other stupid noises are sexy. I can't wait for the summer, when it's hot enough for me to have an excuse to hang out in underwear. I had a dream that I had found (or you had made for me?) some nice pajama shorts. -C&S

Oh, I am mentally cataloguing the fabric characteristics of those pants for future reference.

…collecting data isn't staring. It's totally not.

I think I may die of underwear-induced vascular overexcitability this summer.

I enjoyed the view very much. If I had any fingernails to speak of, there would be obvious marks on my arm now from having to hold onto something to keep from diving in head first (heh heh). -C&S

Wow, I don't know if I've ever been too flustered to audibly whimper before but I'm kind of half-glad because I probably would have made a slightly undignified noise and that…would have been slightly undignified.

Relatively speaking.

Not that I really have any dignity at all in any case. Or ever refrain from making stupid noises.

Who says I couldn't smell you? I was pretty close before. ;J -C&S

Good.

Bit hard to tell how close you are when you're behind me. Eyes mostly in the front of my head and all that. I do hope you enjoyed the view and everything…

I'm…literate. Ish.

I have plenty of clean towels. ;) It's an image that's been going through my head all night. -C&S

Ah, that must be why I'm rememberin—wait. Wait, no. I can't see images going through your head, can I? Just…just mine. Huh. Oh.

I'd almost be surprised you can't smell me, but I'm a bit closer to myself and I know what I smell like, so maybe probably not. But my brain's gone a bit slow.

I um. Want to touch too. Also and as well.

I want to slide my hand up your leg, over your ass, then back down and move my hand between your legs, over your barely-covered cunt. -C&S

That really sounds familiar, sort of like an image that's been playing over and over in my head for several hours or something. Wonder why…

'Course if you did that, you'd probably need a towel or something.

Waaaant to toooouuucchhhh! -C&S

Hrm? Touch who, and where? ;J

coffeeandsecrets: naughtyetymology: So nice to be freshly, thoroughly shaved… Mmm, I...

coffeeandsecrets:

naughtyetymology:

So nice to be freshly, thoroughly shaved…

Mmm, I bet.

Especially nice to be able to touch smooth bare legs. No itchy fabric in the way.

So nice to be freshly, thoroughly shaved…

So nice to be freshly, thoroughly shaved…

Unnfff. I love the way your ass moves in those. -C&S

I'm glad you're enjoying my technically pantslessness. Nearly pantsless in practice, too, I suppose, being actually pretty much skin tight. Pity I'll have to get properly dressed to take the water payment and netflix disc out and pick up packages.

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