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Still have some records from my past.. always hot to film your sex and starting another round by replay it. 🥰 cannot show it since i stick to my promisses. :)
 
SpicyBean99 said:
  • Get a paper cut every time they open their mail
  • Bite into hot pockets that are frozen in the middle and lava on the edges
  • Always smell like the inside of a subway (sandwich shop), no one wants to smell like a rotisserie chicken sandwich.
  • Get stuck behind slow walkers, every time you leave the house.
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  • Not notice a slow leak in a tire until on the interstate.
  • Never see their favorite team win a championship
  • Never see the fresh pile of dog poop before they step in it.
  • Always find out the milk has spoiled when they take a big drink.
 
SpicyBean99 said:
For those of you who might be interested, here’s a small exert of my new story which hasn’t yet been published. Yes, it’s from a personal memory of mine.

“Brad, do you want to film me?” I asked wryly, adjusting myself so that I was sat on my ass, legs still spread.

“Wh-what? Like, right now?” His voice cracked, and his hand stilled between his thighs.

I bit my lip, smirking. “Yeah. Unless you’d rather just keep staring.”

I could see his thoughts flash behind his eyes: whether it was too pervy, too forward, too intimate. But I could also see how badly he wanted to say yes.

Brad leant over his bed, shaking his phone from his jean pocket, dropping it and swearing under his breath as he fumbled around before dropping back onto his pillows, dick in one hand, phone in the other.

“You sure?” he asked, voice a little hoarse now. “I mean… you’re okay with it?”

“Start recording,” I said, my fingers already back between my thighs.

He hit record with a trembling thumb and, for the first time, felt the rush of being filmed. My moans were still real, but I let them spill from my lips with more intent now. The lens followed me clumsily, as Brad, now back at full mast, began jerking faster along with my movements.

“Do you like watching me?” I paused, sliding my fingers open in a scissor shape over my pussy. “ Does it turn you on? Hearing my pussy so fucking wet?” I looked directly into the camera. “Keep your eyes on me Bradley, and let me teach you how to fuck me.”

He nodded, swallowing hard. His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but instead he groaned, as pre cum dripped from the tip of his dick.

His grip on the phone began to loosen, the angle skewed.

“Don’t you dare stop filming me until I cum.” I murmured, And don’t you dare cum before me.”

I began fucking myself with my fingers, curling them up inside my wet hole, pushing deeper with every thrust. I could tell Brad was close too; his grip was tight, hips twitching with every jerk but he didn’t stop; too caught up in the moment. Before I knew it; my orgasm hit in intense, hot waves and I felt my inner walls clench against my fingers. I arched my back riding those waves, my body shuddering and shaking, toes curling.

Brad let out a choked moan as he watched me cum, letting his hand drop from his cock. It twitched, hard and angry looking, bobbing helplessly in the air as he accidentally came hands free, dribbling down himself in thick white rivlets. His abs flexed with each contraction, his body shaking with ecstasy just like mine had.

Wanting to try one more thing for the camera, I brushed my hair back from my face and moved between his legs, lowering my head to his waist. The camera was still facing me, his hand shaking slightly. Gently, I dragged my tongue up over his balls, then along the length of his shaft, licking him clean. He was still pulsing softly, twitching against my mouth as I reached the head and closed my lips around him. Using my hand, I gently squeezed his foreskin upward, rolling it into my mouth, sucking softly as I let the last remnants of his seed slide down my throat before letting him slip from my mouth with a small, obscene pop.

If you read this far you deserve a treat.
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Well......that didn't cool me down.... 🥵 :devilish::love:
 
ycym said:
Still have some records from my past.. always hot to film your sex and starting another round by replay it. 🥰 cannot show it since i stick to my promisses. :)
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As you should.

The guy in my video from yesterday ( and most of my videos ) is a pretty popular user of Only(pans) you know the one I mean, I regularly feature on his page and he knows he appears here too!

I can only imagine how good those home vids are though!
 
SpicyBean99 said:
As you should.

The guy in my video from yesterday ( and most of my videos ) is a pretty popular user of Only(pans) you know the one I mean, I regularly feature on his page and he knows he appears here too!

I can only imagine how good those home vids are though!
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From the quality? No. The recording tech was by far not so good like today and the recordings living more from the memories. But there are quiet a few very hot scenes.
 
CuriousRick said:
  • Not notice a slow leak in a tire until on the interstate.
  • Never see their favorite team win a championship
  • Never see the fresh pile of dog poop before they step in it.
  • Always find out the milk has spoiled when they take a big drink.
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  • Get shampoo in their eyes every time they’re already in a rush then as they go to take a quick sip of coffee before rushing out the door, spill it all down themselves
  • Washing machine always shrinks their clothes.
  • Constantly get socks that slide off inside their shoes
The last one is such a fucking pet peeve, it annoyed me writing it 🤣
 
SpicyBean99 said:
  • Get shampoo in their eyes every time they’re already in a rush then as they go to take a quick sip of coffee before rushing out the door, spill it all down themselves
  • Washing machine always shrinks their clothes.
  • Constantly get socks that slide off inside their shoes
The last one is such a fucking pet peeve, it annoyed me writing it 🤣
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  • Always have their grocery bags tear.
  • Have their AC go out in the middle of August.
  • Never know what it is like to have a meaningful conversation with someone amazing
  • Doesn’t notice there lid on the slat shaker is loose
 
CuriousRick said:
  • Always have their grocery bags tear.
  • Have their AC go out in the middle of August.
  • Never know what it is like to have a meaningful conversation with someone amazing
  • Doesn’t notice there lid on the slat shaker is loose
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  • Always get the runny part of the sauce fall out onto your burger.
  • Sit on something wet out in public with blue jeans on.
  • Either never get head or get head but it’s toothy head every time 🤣
The salt one would be so freaking annoying. Even more so if it’s pepper corns…
 
SpicyBean99 said:
For those of you who might be interested, here’s a small exert of my new story which hasn’t yet been published. Yes, it’s from a personal memory of mine.

“Brad, do you want to film me?” I asked wryly, adjusting myself so that I was sat on my ass, legs still spread.

“Wh-what? Like, right now?” His voice cracked, and his hand stilled between his thighs.

I bit my lip, smirking. “Yeah. Unless you’d rather just keep staring.”

I could see his thoughts flash behind his eyes: whether it was too pervy, too forward, too intimate. But I could also see how badly he wanted to say yes.

Brad leant over his bed, shaking his phone from his jean pocket, dropping it and swearing under his breath as he fumbled around before dropping back onto his pillows, dick in one hand, phone in the other.

“You sure?” he asked, voice a little hoarse now. “I mean… you’re okay with it?”

“Start recording,” I said, my fingers already back between my thighs.

He hit record with a trembling thumb and, for the first time, felt the rush of being filmed. My moans were still real, but I let them spill from my lips with more intent now. The lens followed me clumsily, as Brad, now back at full mast, began jerking faster along with my movements.

“Do you like watching me?” I paused, sliding my fingers open in a scissor shape over my pussy. “ Does it turn you on? Hearing my pussy so fucking wet?” I looked directly into the camera. “Keep your eyes on me Bradley, and let me teach you how to fuck me.”

He nodded, swallowing hard. His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but instead he groaned, as pre cum dripped from the tip of his dick.

His grip on the phone began to loosen, the angle skewed.

“Don’t you dare stop filming me until I cum.” I murmured, And don’t you dare cum before me.”

I began fucking myself with my fingers, curling them up inside my wet hole, pushing deeper with every thrust. I could tell Brad was close too; his grip was tight, hips twitching with every jerk but he didn’t stop; too caught up in the moment. Before I knew it; my orgasm hit in intense, hot waves and I felt my inner walls clench against my fingers. I arched my back riding those waves, my body shuddering and shaking, toes curling.

Brad let out a choked moan as he watched me cum, letting his hand drop from his cock. It twitched, hard and angry looking, bobbing helplessly in the air as he accidentally came hands free, dribbling down himself in thick white rivlets. His abs flexed with each contraction, his body shaking with ecstasy just like mine had.

Wanting to try one more thing for the camera, I brushed my hair back from my face and moved between his legs, lowering my head to his waist. The camera was still facing me, his hand shaking slightly. Gently, I dragged my tongue up over his balls, then along the length of his shaft, licking him clean. He was still pulsing softly, twitching against my mouth as I reached the head and closed my lips around him. Using my hand, I gently squeezed his foreskin upward, rolling it into my mouth, sucking softly as I let the last remnants of his seed slide down my throat before letting him slip from my mouth with a small, obscene pop.

If you read this far you deserve a treat.
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this is fucking hot. Well done...
 
SpicyBean99 said:
  • Always get the runny part of the sauce fall out onto your burger.
  • Sit on something wet out in public with blue jeans on.
  • Either never get head or get head but it’s toothy head every time 🤣
The salt one would be so freaking annoying. Even more so if it’s pepper corns…
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  • Orders regular soda but is given diet
  • Repeatedly asked if he is in yet during sex
  • Has a flock of incontinent seagulls fly over his freshly washed and detailed convertible
 
SpicyBean99 said:
For those of you who might be interested, here’s a small exert of my new story which hasn’t yet been published. Yes, it’s from a personal memory of mine.

“Brad, do you want to film me?” I asked wryly, adjusting myself so that I was sat on my ass, legs still spread.

“Wh-what? Like, right now?” His voice cracked, and his hand stilled between his thighs.

I bit my lip, smirking. “Yeah. Unless you’d rather just keep staring.”

I could see his thoughts flash behind his eyes: whether it was too pervy, too forward, too intimate. But I could also see how badly he wanted to say yes.

Brad leant over his bed, shaking his phone from his jean pocket, dropping it and swearing under his breath as he fumbled around before dropping back onto his pillows, dick in one hand, phone in the other.

“You sure?” he asked, voice a little hoarse now. “I mean… you’re okay with it?”

“Start recording,” I said, my fingers already back between my thighs.

He hit record with a trembling thumb and, for the first time, felt the rush of being filmed. My moans were still real, but I let them spill from my lips with more intent now. The lens followed me clumsily, as Brad, now back at full mast, began jerking faster along with my movements.

“Do you like watching me?” I paused, sliding my fingers open in a scissor shape over my pussy. “ Does it turn you on? Hearing my pussy so fucking wet?” I looked directly into the camera. “Keep your eyes on me Bradley, and let me teach you how to fuck me.”

He nodded, swallowing hard. His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but instead he groaned, as pre cum dripped from the tip of his dick.

His grip on the phone began to loosen, the angle skewed.

“Don’t you dare stop filming me until I cum.” I murmured, And don’t you dare cum before me.”

I began fucking myself with my fingers, curling them up inside my wet hole, pushing deeper with every thrust. I could tell Brad was close too; his grip was tight, hips twitching with every jerk but he didn’t stop; too caught up in the moment. Before I knew it; my orgasm hit in intense, hot waves and I felt my inner walls clench against my fingers. I arched my back riding those waves, my body shuddering and shaking, toes curling.

Brad let out a choked moan as he watched me cum, letting his hand drop from his cock. It twitched, hard and angry looking, bobbing helplessly in the air as he accidentally came hands free, dribbling down himself in thick white rivlets. His abs flexed with each contraction, his body shaking with ecstasy just like mine had.

Wanting to try one more thing for the camera, I brushed my hair back from my face and moved between his legs, lowering my head to his waist. The camera was still facing me, his hand shaking slightly. Gently, I dragged my tongue up over his balls, then along the length of his shaft, licking him clean. He was still pulsing softly, twitching against my mouth as I reached the head and closed my lips around him. Using my hand, I gently squeezed his foreskin upward, rolling it into my mouth, sucking softly as I let the last remnants of his seed slide down my throat before letting him slip from my mouth with a small, obscene pop.

If you read this far you deserve a treat.
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Oh damn
 
SpicyBean99 said:
For those of you who might be interested, here’s a small exert of my new story which hasn’t yet been published. Yes, it’s from a personal memory of mine.

“Brad, do you want to film me?” I asked wryly, adjusting myself so that I was sat on my ass, legs still spread.

“Wh-what? Like, right now?” His voice cracked, and his hand stilled between his thighs.

I bit my lip, smirking. “Yeah. Unless you’d rather just keep staring.”

I could see his thoughts flash behind his eyes: whether it was too pervy, too forward, too intimate. But I could also see how badly he wanted to say yes.

Brad leant over his bed, shaking his phone from his jean pocket, dropping it and swearing under his breath as he fumbled around before dropping back onto his pillows, dick in one hand, phone in the other.

“You sure?” he asked, voice a little hoarse now. “I mean… you’re okay with it?”

“Start recording,” I said, my fingers already back between my thighs.

He hit record with a trembling thumb and, for the first time, felt the rush of being filmed. My moans were still real, but I let them spill from my lips with more intent now. The lens followed me clumsily, as Brad, now back at full mast, began jerking faster along with my movements.

“Do you like watching me?” I paused, sliding my fingers open in a scissor shape over my pussy. “ Does it turn you on? Hearing my pussy so fucking wet?” I looked directly into the camera. “Keep your eyes on me Bradley, and let me teach you how to fuck me.”

He nodded, swallowing hard. His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but instead he groaned, as pre cum dripped from the tip of his dick.

His grip on the phone began to loosen, the angle skewed.

“Don’t you dare stop filming me until I cum.” I murmured, And don’t you dare cum before me.”

I began fucking myself with my fingers, curling them up inside my wet hole, pushing deeper with every thrust. I could tell Brad was close too; his grip was tight, hips twitching with every jerk but he didn’t stop; too caught up in the moment. Before I knew it; my orgasm hit in intense, hot waves and I felt my inner walls clench against my fingers. I arched my back riding those waves, my body shuddering and shaking, toes curling.

Brad let out a choked moan as he watched me cum, letting his hand drop from his cock. It twitched, hard and angry looking, bobbing helplessly in the air as he accidentally came hands free, dribbling down himself in thick white rivlets. His abs flexed with each contraction, his body shaking with ecstasy just like mine had.

Wanting to try one more thing for the camera, I brushed my hair back from my face and moved between his legs, lowering my head to his waist. The camera was still facing me, his hand shaking slightly. Gently, I dragged my tongue up over his balls, then along the length of his shaft, licking him clean. He was still pulsing softly, twitching against my mouth as I reached the head and closed my lips around him. Using my hand, I gently squeezed his foreskin upward, rolling it into my mouth, sucking softly as I let the last remnants of his seed slide down my throat before letting him slip from my mouth with a small, obscene pop.

If you read this far you deserve a treat.
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You know a story is good when it causes you to start "doing something" then you completely forget if you've reacted.

And did lit remove the regular picture of you already?
 
peekingone said:
the writing was tremendous which then the present at the end just raised it to another level of arousal.... :devilish:
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you know just to put a smile on my face 😍 Thankyou for your kind words!!! I know it’s not the best writing, (grammar and some wording wise) editing still has to be done but the premise is certainly there! So so glad you enjoyed! 🥰
 
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SpicyBean99 said:
For those of you who might be interested, here’s a small exert of my new story which hasn’t yet been published. Yes, it’s from a personal memory of mine.

“Brad, do you want to film me?” I asked wryly, adjusting myself so that I was sat on my ass, legs still spread.

“Wh-what? Like, right now?” His voice cracked, and his hand stilled between his thighs.

I bit my lip, smirking. “Yeah. Unless you’d rather just keep staring.”

I could see his thoughts flash behind his eyes: whether it was too pervy, too forward, too intimate. But I could also see how badly he wanted to say yes.

Brad leant over his bed, shaking his phone from his jean pocket, dropping it and swearing under his breath as he fumbled around before dropping back onto his pillows, dick in one hand, phone in the other.

“You sure?” he asked, voice a little hoarse now. “I mean… you’re okay with it?”

“Start recording,” I said, my fingers already back between my thighs.

He hit record with a trembling thumb and, for the first time, felt the rush of being filmed. My moans were still real, but I let them spill from my lips with more intent now. The lens followed me clumsily, as Brad, now back at full mast, began jerking faster along with my movements.

“Do you like watching me?” I paused, sliding my fingers open in a scissor shape over my pussy. “ Does it turn you on? Hearing my pussy so fucking wet?” I looked directly into the camera. “Keep your eyes on me Bradley, and let me teach you how to fuck me.”

He nodded, swallowing hard. His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but instead he groaned, as pre cum dripped from the tip of his dick.

His grip on the phone began to loosen, the angle skewed.

“Don’t you dare stop filming me until I cum.” I murmured, And don’t you dare cum before me.”

I began fucking myself with my fingers, curling them up inside my wet hole, pushing deeper with every thrust. I could tell Brad was close too; his grip was tight, hips twitching with every jerk but he didn’t stop; too caught up in the moment. Before I knew it; my orgasm hit in intense, hot waves and I felt my inner walls clench against my fingers. I arched my back riding those waves, my body shuddering and shaking, toes curling.

Brad let out a choked moan as he watched me cum, letting his hand drop from his cock. It twitched, hard and angry looking, bobbing helplessly in the air as he accidentally came hands free, dribbling down himself in thick white rivlets. His abs flexed with each contraction, his body shaking with ecstasy just like mine had.

Wanting to try one more thing for the camera, I brushed my hair back from my face and moved between his legs, lowering my head to his waist. The camera was still facing me, his hand shaking slightly. Gently, I dragged my tongue up over his balls, then along the length of his shaft, licking him clean. He was still pulsing softly, twitching against my mouth as I reached the head and closed my lips around him. Using my hand, I gently squeezed his foreskin upward, rolling it into my mouth, sucking softly as I let the last remnants of his seed slide down my throat before letting him slip from my mouth with a small, obscene pop.

If you read this far you deserve a treat.
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Lovely story! And lovely picture hahah

Are you familiar with the editors section on Lit? I used to edit, too busy these days except for one kind writer who bugs me when I haven't responded for a while. But I am sure there are great editors waiting to help edit such a hot, hot story!
 
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