LoneMilf's Sexy Snippets

[yowser]

Rupert looked at her carefully as she talked about Sir Isaac and Leibniz, and made her way around the food. He tried to calculate the tangent line from the pivot point of her right shoulder as it moved.

 

[Codoc24]

Tina gasped as her frenemy’s cockhead spread her sheath open, moaning with pleasure as his stiff shaft plunged into her fiery depths. Once he was fully inside, she raked her nails down his back and said, “I hate you! Now, fuck me, you bastard. Fuck me hard!”

 

[EmilyMiller]

[slightly over the character limit ]

So I said my behavior had been atrocious and I know it, not that I am going to admit that to you. I'm looking very sulky and rather annoyed. My head is tilted to one side, my eyes downcast and I'm biting my lower lip on one side. I know I have been a bad girl. I also know what's coming, but I'm not going to go quietly.

— Over Your Knee

 

[StillStunned]

[From an unpublished dark fantasy novel I'm working on]

Sahlia suddenly let go of the column and turned to face Izan. “She’s sucking him.” She groped at his breeches, where his throbbing meat was pressed tight against the material. “I know how to do that. I saw it, when… I watched you being sucked.”

 

[Rob_Royale]

"Oh fuck, what are you doing to me?" she whispered breathlessly. I looked up as she ran her left hand through my hair and found her right hand squeezing her breast rather tightly, pinching her nipple between two fingers.

"Worshipping you," I replied softly.

 

[EmilyMiller]

[again over the limit - I’m so prolix ]

I held her close, feeling the warmth of her small body. Her rib cage rose and fell, pressed against my side. Could I even detect her heartbeat? I thought I maybe could. We lay naked in my bed. Me on my back, propped up on pillows. Her curled up next to me in the crook of my arm. Her head on my chest. Her palm resting lightly on my stomach. Her soft breath and blonde locks both tickling my skin. I stroked her side. If she had started purring, I would not have been surprised.

— Determination

 

[EmilyMiller]

Gemma looked up and again connected with Emily's steady stare. She clasped Emily's hand to her breast, reaching out to stroke her cheek, extending the same tenderness that Emily had shown her. But there was something more than tenderness. It was there in Emily'a stare, there in Gemma's pulse rate. Neither of them had said a word, but an understanding had been exchanged. Releasing Emily's hand, Gemma cupped her friend's face and moved her own towards it.

— The Kiss - Chapter 1

 

[LoneMilf]

December 4

You picked my outfit carefully.
Tall red heels. A matching dress so short it barely covers my ass.
Nothing else.
Walking is hard. Everyone is looking.
Almost at the shop now.
Just getting your magazine. Top shelf – of course.
Stretching..
Next time I’m picking ‘truth’..
(maybe)

 

[StillStunned]

December 4

You picked my outfit carefully.
Tall red heels. A matching dress so short it barely covers my ass.
Nothing else.
Walking is hard. Everyone is looking.
Almost at the shop now.
Just getting your magazine. Top shelf – of course.
Stretching..
Next time I’m picking ‘truth’..
(maybe)

That snippet tells a whole story.

 

[yowser]

She reached for a section of orange and very deliberately, somewhat messily, eyes on me the entire time, eased it into her mouth. I stared as she languidly bit into the flesh, sucked the juices from the section, ravished the morsel of fruit in front of my gaze.

 

[EmilyMiller]

I'm still on my knees, but part my thighs, lean back and stroke the red material clinging tightly between my legs. My nerves are dissipating, unless they are the ones that manifest as tingles. I'm forgetting my script, but guessing it probably doesn't matter.

— Just Do As I Say

 

[Rob_Royale]

Henry gasped, their faces nearly touching. "This is crazy. There is an extremely large and highly trained man out there, shooting guns for fun. This should not be happening." But all he could see was her face, her lips. The feminine scent of her was intoxicating. Diane kissed him again, briefly, then looked him in the eye.

"He knows," she whispered.

 

[StillStunned]

He felt Old Neg’s hands pull his arse cheeks apart. Her hot breath reached his hole a split second before her tongue did. Warm and moist, it teased him for a moment before he felt the tip force its way inside. He held his body motionless as the old woman’s tongue pushed in and out, growing longer and thicker with every thrust until it felt like he was being split in two by a hot spear climbing up his spine.

 

[EmilyMiller]

Her name was Emily, and she wrote a Snippet that made me cum. I guess it's because I'm an exhibitionist and I love showing off my legs in microminiskirts. I wasn't even able to get my panties off before I started, and I don't have time to change.

My date will probably like that.

Me?

Em

 

[AG31]

What a great idea for a thread!!! Thanks!

Yesterday at a concert, a very long concert, I amused myself by undressing a man in my mind. Then I got the idea that I might come up with more such "fragments" (that was my word... I'm now considering "snippets") and put them together in a Lit. worthy "story." Probably won't work. Anyway, here's the one I had already composed. It's the second occasion I've had in a week to post it here in AH!

EDIT: I read "characters" as "words." But I have really liked several that went over the limit. I'm glad they did.

Ode​

He was lying supine on top of the bedspread. He smiled at her lazily.

She loved his legs. She loved the rough texture and the contours of the muscles in his thighs.

She especially loved the tangled what's-it at the top of his legs. And how it could grow and grow, to maybe four times it's original size. To something straight and hard, pointing up to the firm, carved torso. Masculine patterned hair, coarse to her hand.

So she could spread her legs and slide up, slide down and with just a touch of her fingers bring it home.

 

[StillStunned]

Ode​

He was lying supine on top of the bedspread. He smiled at her lazily.

She loved his legs. She loved the rough texture and the contours of the muscles in his thighs.

She especially loved the tangled what's-it at the top of his legs. And how it could grow and grow, to maybe four times it's original size. To something straight and hard, pointing up to the firm, carved torso. Masculine patterned hair, coarse to her hand.

So she could spread her legs and slide up, slide down and with just a touch of her fingers bring it home.

Why is it that so few stories describe legs? My wife is forever saying how much she likes my legs. So when I write a female POV character, I'll pretty much always have her gazing at a man's legs.

But most stories, it's all "broad shoulders and toned abs" before heading down to "massive cock" and staying there.

 

[AG31]

Why is it that so few stories describe legs? My wife is forever saying how much she likes my legs. So when I write a female POV character, I'll pretty much always have her gazing at a man's legs.

Well, in my case, at ages 79 and 88, respectively, I find hubby's legs a lot sexier than his drooping tummy.

 

[Smuttyandfun]

Why is it that so few stories describe legs? My wife is forever saying how much she likes my legs. So when I write a female POV character, I'll pretty much always have her gazing at a man's legs.

But most stories, it's all "broad shoulders and toned abs" before heading down to "massive cock" and staying there.

This is from "Just Roomies" where she notices he's got very nice legs.

I noticed, looking a little more closely, as he stretched out his legs and put his feet up on the coffee table, that he had amazingly sexy feet, long and lean, with nice muscular legs, too, covered in a fine dusting of golden-brown hair. I had a feeling by the looks of him that he worked out, and the results had sure paid off.

 

[StillStunned]

From The Code, about a massage therapist and her client:

He was wearing a tailored suit – an expensive one, if Allie was any judge – of light grey wool, over a burgundy shirt with the collar unbuttoned. He filled it out magnificently: broad, square shoulders, a narrow waist and strong thighs. Usually Allie wasn’t a big fan of these modern trousers that clung to a man’s legs, but just now she was very grateful to whoever had invented them.

And later:

Her resolve lasted only until she stepped into the treatment room. Zoltan was lying face down, with only a towel covering his arse. The legs were as firm and toned as his suit had promised, and the muscles in his broad back and shoulders were defined, but not exaggerated. The towel showed a pleasing roundness too. Allie coughed to cover what might have been a whimper.

“Is there any area in particular you’d like me to focus on?” she asked, eyeing his smooth, tawny skin.

He raised his head a little to glance over his shoulder. “Lower back, please. I spend all day sitting at a desk. And legs, if you have time.”

Of course he was going to say that, Allie thought. Well, at least I have an excuse now.

 

[Rob_Royale]

Frank's eyes narrowed and he put an arm around my back as he flipped us onto my back. In a flash he was on his knees and pulling my hips, slamming his cock into me hard. It felt so good. Like it hadn’t in years. The fierce look in his eyes that I remembered was back.

 

[Cfnmlover84]

from one of my stories on another site

Bobby was moaning so loud from her handjob, So Barbara clamped her hands over his mouth. "Don't make any noise, You're going to alert everyone in the dorm." She spotted some duct tape on the desk, reached across for it, and taped his mouth shut. Next she took the tie from his robe and fastened his hands behind him.

 

[LoneMilf]

December 5

Pitch black. The beat is pounding. I smell sex.
Warm bodies close to me. I take a few steps, hands seeking.
A broad chest. Flat stomach. A throbbing rod.
Another one behind me, pressing into my lower back.
A hand pushing my head down urgently.
They both slide in..

 

[yowser]

"Noble cock," she whispered, "your turn."

 

[EmilyMiller]

She led me to the bench and I lay down. The bench was not long, then neither was I and I settled with my ass on the very end and my feet just touching the floor. Knowing what was expected of me, I reached back above my head with my arms and Amy fastened the manacles around my wrists.

— Strapped-down & Strap-on

 

[Zootonius]

As he placed the dishes in the sink, she came up behind him, wrapping one hand around his abs as the other grabbed his crotch. "Living room!" she whispered.