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okay, so, I put this thread here 'cos it's gonna be a mix of perversions. my little corner of fun.

to start, this clip triggered a scene i'm now 6600k words into. just got to finish the scene, tidy it up, and publish at Lit.

it was the contrast in physical types which set the idea running [not too sure what those ears are about however]. i was mainly focussing on the boobs. ;)

https://xhamster.com/videos/just-a-sexy-3sum-xhU2iRn
 
fuck, aila set me off:

https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5ef0ec4cccf9f

with...

***

The ritual: naked while sipping chilled white wine, pouilly-fumé, château de tracy 2019 this time, porn streaming on the laptop.

Marilyn started with her fingers.

She caressed her own body, savouring the texture of silky skin, the tautness beneath her fingers when she tested the spongy-firm muscle.

Squats, crunches, fucking sit-ups...

Marilyn’s focus settled on the pornography, a squeeze in the pit of her stomach.

It was CFNM. Just random, not a deliberate choice.

Marilyn’s hand went between her legs.

She felt the crinkle of her coiffed pubic bush under her palm, labia slick with desire.

“Fuck,” Marilyn muttered.

Her clit was swollen and sensitive to the touch, pulses of electrical current setting Marilyn’s buttocks into spasm when she scissored the middle- and -third fingers of her left hand either side of the nub.

“Be-fucking-careful,” Marilyn muttered.

Too much teasing close to the edge would tumble Marilyn into the abyss.

It was tricky.

An art.

Edging to the lip of the crater.

Then stopping before the pull of the lemming took her into the joyous void of her climax.

Marilyn slid a forefinger over her clit.

She teased her opening.

“Slutty-fucking bitch,” Marilyn sighed.

Then, when it got wet and hot and twitchy Marilyn used a finger-vibe against her swollen clit, teasing herself to gasping before fucking her clenching opening with the suction-cup dildo.

Marilyn watched the elegant ladies – high heels, arrogance, and fucking disdain[ – taunt and humiliate the naked man.

The pathetic little wanker. Soft little cock. Deserves everything he gets. Those girls are fucking gorgeous.

Marilyn excited herself, staring at it when the two beautiful women splayed their labia and pissed their streams over the man.

She rubbed herself, moving to the bathroom, dildo in one hand, wine glass in the other.

Marilyn was naked by then, opening twitching as her body sluiced her lust.

The dildo went onto the glass door on the shower cubicle.

It hung there, the jib a heavy, downward arc, obscene with its thick shaft criss-crossed with veiny protrusions.

“God, that big-fucking-knob,” Marilyn groaned. “You love me, don’t you darling?”

She was staring at it, mind shifting from the dildo to the porn.

“Oh fuck,” Marilyn gasped.

She drained off the wine.

That’s the bottle gone...

Put the glass down near the sink and then fingered her bean, gasping at the pleasure, attention on the thing stuck to the shower cubicle door.

“Baby, I just need to you fuck me,” Marilyn groaned.
 
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got a scene in mind where:

click = grandmother

click = daughter-in-law

click = granddaughter and daughter to the above

click = the transient visitor next door [not sure about using tia as the foil for this character. she's kinda fucked herself up with filler and botox over the past few years. tainted the image of her. cute in the day, bit odd-looking now. still, i might just use another muse for this character]

oh, there's a few blokes in it, too, but, well, nobody seems too bothered by the males!
 
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an excerpt from something coming out soon:

Lust flared inside Alfie when he heard it, imagining his own mother laid on the bed, legs wide, meaty labia splayed as she exposed her core.

“Oh, yeah, I’ll lick you, mum,” Alfie growled.

Janet chuckled and rolled her eyes.

“You could just be the perfect man,” she said. “Apart from plastering the bathroom in spunk.”

Janet looked at the mess and then set her focus on Alfie.

“And spraying it all over me,” she added. “But, if you lick me down there, Alfie – and I mean take your time over it, too. Not just a quick flick with your tongue and then you climb aboard. Trust me, you use your tongue the right way and, well, I’ll do anything you want.”

Which is how Alfie got to be on his mother’s bed, Janet’s body exposed as he’d imagined, thick, ungainly labia pinned back with the tips of her fingers like a butterfly in an exhibit as Janet groaned and sighed, murmuring love as Alfie worked on instinct and Janet’s breathy instructions.

He licked and lapped.

Alfie sucked at Janet’s folds and swollen bean.

When she gasped out she wanted his fingers inside her, Alfie went up onto his knees, wrist a swan’s neck as her curled two digits into the opening.

Janet grunted, breasts rolling as she levered halfway upright, fingers clamped against Alfie’s wrist.

Alfie stared into Janet’s hot-eyed snarl.

“Keep rubbing me just there and I’ll come,” she groaned.

He did.

Janet came.

Her body convulsed as a huge gasp issued forth.

“Oh, fucking hell,” Janet moaned.

Her hips shunted back-and-forth, pussy sucking at Alfie’s fingers, large breasts shivering until Alfie ducked in to suck at Janet’s nipples.

Janet moaned and sobbed her way through it.

Then she fell back with a gasp.

Alfie’s fingers came out of her body.

Janet grabbed at Alfie’s hand and sucked her own essence from the digits.

“Kiss me,” she gasped.

As they kissed, Janet moved, guiding Alfie between her thighs, her hand on his dick.

Janet sighed.

Murmured: “Does this ever go soft?”

And then presented the bulb to her opening.

Janet held Alfie there.

She looked into his face, expression intent.

“Make love this time,” Janet breathed. “All right? Just love me, Alfie. We can fuck every other time if you want. But now, in this bed. I want it to be love.”

Alfie stared down at his mother.

“I love you,” he sighed.

Then he groaned when his mother’s body accepted his size.
 
Saw this photo on another thread and started to write a scene I hope will find it's way onto Lit. Loving her look.
 
I saw this photo on another thread and had an idea for a scene. i submitted it today. hope it's up soon.

but here's an excerpt...

***

"I am a little sad actually."


I nodded, worried for my grandmother and also about being out of my depth. I was nineteen - what did I know about counselling melancholy women?


"Oh, okay," I said.


"I miss your grandfather," my grandmother told me. "Sometimes more than others. Today is one of those days."


"I'm sorry," I said.


My grandmother smiled. "You're sweet," she told me, and then moved in for a hug.


It caught me by surprise. We were sitting with two feet of polite space between us, both turned in to look at each other when my grandmother slid across the gap and reached out with both arms.


"Oh," I said.


My grandmother's breasts squished against me as I returned the hug, albeit clumsy from the way we were sitting, her scent and the heat of her body coming at me, the effect in my underwear about my cock swelling to full-blooded tumescence.


The hug went on for about ten seconds before my grandmother broke away.


"Michael, are you all right?" she asked. "You look a little flushed."


Embarrassment flared in my face. "Oh, it's probably from all the running around. Football," I said.


My grandmother nodded as she reached for the glass, my focus shifting from her face to where the cardigan stretched tight across her front. The buttons strained. I had a thought about them popping to reveal the bra beneath.


My grandmother was sipping wine when I dragged my attention back to her face.


"He was so much fun," my grandmother said.


I pulled a face, confusion on me because of what was happening inside my jeans.


"You're grandfather, silly," my grandmother added.


"Ah, okay. Got it."


I was nodding as my grandmother's expression glazed over like she was thinking.


"We had some times," she went on with a sigh. "We were very…"


My grandmother paused as her eyes cleared and she looked at me.


"As a couple," she continued.


I didn't speak because the flash of devilment I saw behind her eyes was unsettling for me. I thought I saw something sexual in it, pushing the notion aside immediately. I put it down to my own body's response, arousal bubbling within.


My grandmother chuckled and swirled the wine in her glass. "He wasn't a jealous man," she put in through a smirk. "I miss that."


Silence followed as time stretched elastic during those few seconds while, inside my head, it seemed like I had hours to process my grandmother's meaning.


Weird sensations fluttered inside me when I figured it out, again pushing the idea away because I was sure my own mind was trying to trick me into thinking my own grandmother was being sexual.


But then my grandmother said: "I miss the physical side as much as the love. I know this is probably embarrassing for you, but, well, I do like sex and … well … I haven't had much of it over the past eighteen months."
 
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