Lost_In_Eden
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Hey everyone, I'm new here, and I just wanted to run an idea for a series of stories I've been thinking about writing by everyone here, get some feedback, suggestions and comments about it.
The story revolves around two main characters. The first is a woman in her mid to late twenties named Angela. She's an extremely intelligent, highly sexual, fairly dominant and drop dead gorgeous woman who has a thing for younger guys. The idea I have for her is that she's a college professor. I'm thinking an English or psychology professor.
The second character is Spencer. He's eighteen, small, frail and timid. Angela seduces him and wants to mold him into her perfect lover. I don't really have too much of a personality built around him yet, but I'm working on it. I'm thinking that their families are close, and that's how they know each other. He's had a crush on Angela for years, and since she took his virginity, he's fallen in love with her.
I wrote sort of a teaser for the story just now. I'm including the entire thing below. It takes place shortly after the sexual side of their relationship starts. This is told from her perspective.
“This is really doing it for me,” I said in my best phone sex voice as I held Spencer closer to me, burying his face in my breasts. All my sweet little Spencey could do is moan into my breasts as he dry humped my leg like a desperate dog unable to control himself. “No, no, you bad little boy,” I said with a chuckle. “You'll blow your load too fast if you keep that up.” He would, too. Up until a couple days ago, Spencer had no experience with women. Not surprising, really. Not that Spencer's ugly or unpleasant to be around or anything. To the contrary. He's sweet, gentle, small, frail... Everything a girl his age finds boring. Women my age do too, but I'm different. I find that to be very arousing. You might call me a bit of a predator and I won't deny that, but my “prey” certainly enjoys the... companionship I provide. Spencer's my perfect fucktoy, though. He's about five feet tall, barely over 120 pounds, he has a somewhat girly voice... He's the perfect submissive plaything from a physical standpoint. And he's eighteen and still in high school, which really gets me going. I love the younger guys. And he's hung too. Nine inches, to be exact. Given how tiny he is otherwise, the thing looks cartoonishly huge.
If he kept humping against me, he'd cream his jeans and I wouldn't get any of that cum where I wanted it, which is anywhere outside of his pants. He hadn't masturbated since our last time together, which was two days ago. He was ready to pop at any moment.
So, I pushed him onto the bed and started taking off my clothes. “Angela?” he piped up in that girly, nasal voice of his. I felt my pussy twitch a bit. He's so sweet and innocent sounding. As I dropped the last item of clothing I was wearing onto the floor, I crawled onto the bed and started getting his pants off. “What's on your mind, sweetie?” I asked. He averted eye contact bashfully. “Look at me,” I said in a stern, but gentle tone as I finally got his jeans off. He wasn't wearing underpants. Little pervert. His big, fat cock was fully erect and pointing right at me. He still hadn't said what he wanted to say, so I gave him an ultimatum.
“If you don't say what you wanted to say, I won't touch it. I have all day, Spencer.” He still wouldn't say it. “Or maybe I could just stop what we're doing if you're gonna keep secrets from me.” He still hesitated. Little bastard knew I was bluffing. I grabbed the base of his dick in my hand and lowered myself onto him. He grabbed my breasts and started pawing them. “So... big!” he moaned, obviously trying to hold himself back from cumming. “I know, you are,” I replied through a smirk. Then he tensed up. Orgasm. I felt his first blast inside of me, and with the second, he screamed out at the top of his lungs, “I love you, Angela!”
As I finished fucking the cum out of him, I collapsed on top of him and fed my right breast into his mouth. “I love you too,” I said. I was just telling him what he wanted to hear, but it felt nice hearing him say it and it felt nice saying it back.
The story revolves around two main characters. The first is a woman in her mid to late twenties named Angela. She's an extremely intelligent, highly sexual, fairly dominant and drop dead gorgeous woman who has a thing for younger guys. The idea I have for her is that she's a college professor. I'm thinking an English or psychology professor.
The second character is Spencer. He's eighteen, small, frail and timid. Angela seduces him and wants to mold him into her perfect lover. I don't really have too much of a personality built around him yet, but I'm working on it. I'm thinking that their families are close, and that's how they know each other. He's had a crush on Angela for years, and since she took his virginity, he's fallen in love with her.
I wrote sort of a teaser for the story just now. I'm including the entire thing below. It takes place shortly after the sexual side of their relationship starts. This is told from her perspective.
“This is really doing it for me,” I said in my best phone sex voice as I held Spencer closer to me, burying his face in my breasts. All my sweet little Spencey could do is moan into my breasts as he dry humped my leg like a desperate dog unable to control himself. “No, no, you bad little boy,” I said with a chuckle. “You'll blow your load too fast if you keep that up.” He would, too. Up until a couple days ago, Spencer had no experience with women. Not surprising, really. Not that Spencer's ugly or unpleasant to be around or anything. To the contrary. He's sweet, gentle, small, frail... Everything a girl his age finds boring. Women my age do too, but I'm different. I find that to be very arousing. You might call me a bit of a predator and I won't deny that, but my “prey” certainly enjoys the... companionship I provide. Spencer's my perfect fucktoy, though. He's about five feet tall, barely over 120 pounds, he has a somewhat girly voice... He's the perfect submissive plaything from a physical standpoint. And he's eighteen and still in high school, which really gets me going. I love the younger guys. And he's hung too. Nine inches, to be exact. Given how tiny he is otherwise, the thing looks cartoonishly huge.
If he kept humping against me, he'd cream his jeans and I wouldn't get any of that cum where I wanted it, which is anywhere outside of his pants. He hadn't masturbated since our last time together, which was two days ago. He was ready to pop at any moment.
So, I pushed him onto the bed and started taking off my clothes. “Angela?” he piped up in that girly, nasal voice of his. I felt my pussy twitch a bit. He's so sweet and innocent sounding. As I dropped the last item of clothing I was wearing onto the floor, I crawled onto the bed and started getting his pants off. “What's on your mind, sweetie?” I asked. He averted eye contact bashfully. “Look at me,” I said in a stern, but gentle tone as I finally got his jeans off. He wasn't wearing underpants. Little pervert. His big, fat cock was fully erect and pointing right at me. He still hadn't said what he wanted to say, so I gave him an ultimatum.
“If you don't say what you wanted to say, I won't touch it. I have all day, Spencer.” He still wouldn't say it. “Or maybe I could just stop what we're doing if you're gonna keep secrets from me.” He still hesitated. Little bastard knew I was bluffing. I grabbed the base of his dick in my hand and lowered myself onto him. He grabbed my breasts and started pawing them. “So... big!” he moaned, obviously trying to hold himself back from cumming. “I know, you are,” I replied through a smirk. Then he tensed up. Orgasm. I felt his first blast inside of me, and with the second, he screamed out at the top of his lungs, “I love you, Angela!”
As I finished fucking the cum out of him, I collapsed on top of him and fed my right breast into his mouth. “I love you too,” I said. I was just telling him what he wanted to hear, but it felt nice hearing him say it and it felt nice saying it back.