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trista_zevkiaA-Team Kink Promts
-Oral fixation
-Rough sex
-Feathers
In 4200 characters or less!
Feathers
I highly recommend waking up aroused, no matter how tired you were went you went to bed. Something soft, like the belt to a bathrobe, has my hands tied over my head and to the wooden bed frame. I fake sleep, wondering what is being dragged across my naked skin, but it dips to my inner thigh before I can tell. I respond by hissing in pleasure and arching into the touch, blowing my con.
“You know, if I wanted to wake up tormented by the insane, I’d have dated Murdock.”
A sultry laugh, and I get an impression of his voice, a bad impression. “But I would never harm a bird to get this little toy!”
“You stole BA’s new feather earrings?” You did not want to come between that man and his accessories. “His head is going to explode!”
“Just the one, and I’ll return it to him after I do this.” The dangling feather dances from hip to hip, and my whole body shivers. “Anybody else ever found that sweet spot?”
“You take up competitive bragging with Face?”
“I’ve already beat him in the number of orgasms he gave you.”
“I never slept with him!”
“Only because he wouldn’t agree to licking this beforehand.”
“Licking what?” But the question is answered before I finished asking, by a daring tongue in a magic place. Soon that tongue has me vibrating in place, incoherently demanding more, as the feather is dragged up my torso by a controlling hand. Fingers in my mouth get sucked, and the long feathers bounce between my nipples. Three fingers enter me, curling, pressing down and the fingers in my mouth prevent me from screaming as I come.
More laughing, smug laughing, which I didn’t know existed until we started sleeping together. Worldly me, so wise, and I got talked into the kinkiest relationship of my life to ‘ease tensions’ after a gig. Really, it won’t happen that much around the guys! I feel, hook line and sinker, but I think only Hannibal really knows.
“Hey, enough bliss. My turn!” A gentle smack pulls me out of my thoughts, but I can’t really see in the dark.
“Untie my hands, and I’ll do what I can.”
“Oh, I think you can do this without hands.” Sultry, smug laughter. That’s new.
“T., you’re going to kill me.”
“If you say so, Amy, but you don’t have to eat me out if you can think of a better way to die.”
I’m embarrassed, or at least I think I should be, by how quickly I give in. “Sure can’t. Come here beautiful.”
I forget about the feathers as I move in for a kiss.
(Surprise! FemSlash! And for my purposes, BA's earrings have alligator clips.)
Rough Feathers
I wake up hard and grinning. How does he do this to me? I’m a light sleeper, had to be to protect myself, but his very special skill is sneaking up on me. And giggling madly at how my hands are handcuffed and taped over my eyes. Feathers are dancing across my cock and thighs, not usually our thing, but it’s working. Such a contrast the metal cuffs and hard desert floor.
“You know, if I’d wanted to wake up horny and powerless, it would be BA sitting on my feet. Dragging what feels like feathered earrings across my tough old skin.”
“You leaking cum on my earrings.” The impression is awful, but strangely kinky. “Fool gonna get broke.”
It takes concentration, but I reach for my Hannibal voice. “Calm down, BA. I’ll make sure he replaces them. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
“I’d like to break the fool over my foot!”
“Break me instead, over your muscular cock.” It’s hard to say that while impersonating the so straight and rigid bossman!
His giggle breaks character, so it’s HM who replies. “I don’t think there’s an exercise for that.”
“Sure there is!” I reply and twist onto my right side, trying again for Hannibal’s voice. “Or can you make a machine to do it?”
“I got you machine right here!” Growls imitation BA, as the earring is clipped to my very hard left nipple.
While I’m adjusting he starts loosening my hole, lubed fingers working me as fast as he can. Doesn’t take long, as I was so well stretched a few hours ago, after sex and before sleep. If I didn’t want to be awakened this way, I wouldn’t have turned a condom into a cock ring. HM sleeps best, deepest, after sex, so as he slept, I cut the tip off a condom, and rolled the plastic ring onto his softening prick. A few strokes to give him fun dreams, and I’d settled into a smug sleep. His dreams must have had the same muffled moaning as mine, for him to wake so soon.
His fingers slurp out, and I try not to tense up as I wait, but what comes isn’t what I put a cock ring on! Hard and round, but not too thick, with a texture I can’t immediately place. We didn’t bring any toys on this little trip, as a mission with camping limits our play, but I did bring a travel hairbrush. A fancy new round one with retractable bristles.
“Is that my new hairbrush?”
“Don’t be so fancy!”
HM’s trying for the BA voice, but clearly concentrating on something else. He moves my left leg up to hook around his shoulder as he kneels across my right leg, lining us up. Holding the brush in place, he slides into me, stretching and filling as I hiss and moan. When he’s all the way in, he stops to let me adjust.
“Ready for me to power up the machine?” He asks, pure HM, even though he knows the answer.
“Please and thank you, babe!” I’ve never had two things up there before, but it’s fine so far. And then he moves, sliding against the brush and me, pushing in and I’m full and stretched and hard. I need more, but I can’t get my hands free and he’s not hitting my prostate. I realize the brush is blocking my prostate, him keeping me from going over. “Cruel thing! Please touch me!”
He slows, but can’t stop, his own need like white fire in the belly. He pulls the earring off my nipple, and clamps it to the ridge of my cock! I can’t even scream, as I forget I have lungs and my world shrinks to my cock and ass. Pain, pleasure, full to empty, but not enough! I can only wait until he’s ready to release me, and himself. He must have cut the cock ring off, but I miss the move. I don’t miss when he lays on his right side, moving things so he can pound into my prostate. Two bumps there and I’m done, squirting without having my dick touched.
He’s done too, panting where he lays on my legs, waiting for his cock to soften. When he does pull out, he leaves the brush in. He takes the earring off my cockhead, and uses my chest for his pillow.
“You left the brush in and my hands tied.” I’m too worn out to put anything into it; it’s a statement of fact.
“Bed hair suits you.” He says it so softly I know I haven’t got long to get my hands free before he’s asleep. Unless I say something to wake him up.
“Instead of replacing his earrings, how about we ask BA to join us?”
”And Hannibal. Want to see how much you can take.”
“What?” I ask, surprised at his acceptance of my idea, the one that was supposed to shock him. He doesn’t reply, asleep already. I’m left bound and stuffed, with a wildfire of ideas. What would it take to get Hannibal and BA to do more than steal glances at each other? Hannibal would be easy, as he spent so much time staring at BA’s ass, but the Big Man? My cock and ass twitch, wondering just how big the Big Man is, and I know I’m not getting any more sleep tonight.
Feathers, Oral and Fixations
Someone’s rooting around in the tent like a crazed pig. Only two people in this two man tent, and I know it’s not me. Man gonna wake me up like this, he should at least be paying attention to me! My watch says it’s an hour before revile, about the time he gets up to work out. But he usually dresses and slips out quietly, so I don’t get the chance to mess with him, give him a workout of my own.
I don’t hear any other noises, so the girls must be asleep in the small cabin between us and my boys. They pretend it’s such a hardship to share, all of them, like I don’t see all the eye sex the second I suggest it! Speaking of eye sex, BA is sex for my eye, especially when he’s in his shorts. Time to mess with him, at least according to the sundial in my sleeping bag. It would be in my pants, but I’m naked in here, the way he left me.
“Oi! What are you doing?”
“Can’t find my earrings.”
“Earrings? You woke me up for earrings?”
“I’m gonna break the thieving fool into tiny bits!”
“At least hand me a cigar, since you woke me.” A hand at the base of my cock explains to it that I’m not letting BA leave quite that easy.
“You and those stinky things! Fool says you got a thing, a fix on ‘em.”
“HM thinks I have an oral fixation?” That wasn’t all I was fixated on, as BA was facing away from me, on his hands and knees as he searched the edges of the tent for his earrings. “Ah, there’s my cigar!”
A ploy, to make him think I was going after a cigar, instead of what I really wanted in my empty mouth. He mutters about thieving fools, dropping his shoulders a little, and I sit across his back. I’m facing his ass, so I can push down his boxers and lean in before he protests.
“If I wanted crazy sex, I’d… Guess I do like crazy sex!”
His ass couldn’t possibly fit in my mouth, but I still try. It’s covered with my love bites, something I'm proud of. He purrs under me when I bite, not that he’d ever admit it, but I love making him purr! Licking the bite gets him to stretch like a cat, ass high enough in the air to catch the rays of the rising sun. So beautiful, but I can’t stop licking long enough to enjoy it. Instead, I lick down into his hole, the one he keeps so clean for me. Not that I couldn’t work around that, but it takes time away from the good stuff.
I work at him as long as I can, until I’m turning myself blue and leaking steadily on his strong back. And then I stop. Stop, wait until he growls at me.
“What you up to?”
Not ‘doing’ but ‘up’ to. He knows me so well, devilish me, always with a plan. I grab the cigar I always have ready, and roll it around on his ass. “Maybe HM’s right, maybe I do have an oral fixation. Maybe his shrink can cure me.”
I give him another lick, a tease to make him think I’m done talking, so I can stop and wait again. Do some more cigar rolling, think about a trick I saw a girl do. Could he blow smoke rings out of his ass since he didn’t have what she did? Or should I just fuck him with the cigar, and smoke it later?
“Hannibal!” He’s hissing a threat at me, trying to wait me out. Silly man doesn’t know how many years I waited for him to come into my life!
“Should I get fixed, stop touching you this filthy way?” With that question, I freeze every muscle, not even rolling the cigar, waiting on his answer. It’s always been about what he wants, even if he doesn’t believe that.
“Don’t smell that bad. Just not in my van.”
Triumphantly, I kneel behind him, my cock just touching his ready hole. “How about for every cigar I smoke in the van, you get a blow job?”
“Deal!” He agrees instantly, reaching a hand back to pull me into him.
I go, more than willingly, so ready for it I could beg him, pounding into him. I bite at his shoulders and grab his cock. He takes all my weight, so all I have to do is move, grind, jab that prostate, pull at his beautiful cock, until we both moan and splatter.
He lets the shakes end, but pulls me into a hug before I even soften. He’ll cradle me into his body, wrapping us together for hours if I let him. Snuggling with my very large teddy bear, I’m drifting off the sleep when I wonder something. Is there a snuggle fetish? If there is, I pray they never find a cure!
-Oral fixation
-Rough sex
-Feathers
In 4200 characters or less!
Feathers
I highly recommend waking up aroused, no matter how tired you were went you went to bed. Something soft, like the belt to a bathrobe, has my hands tied over my head and to the wooden bed frame. I fake sleep, wondering what is being dragged across my naked skin, but it dips to my inner thigh before I can tell. I respond by hissing in pleasure and arching into the touch, blowing my con.
“You know, if I wanted to wake up tormented by the insane, I’d have dated Murdock.”
A sultry laugh, and I get an impression of his voice, a bad impression. “But I would never harm a bird to get this little toy!”
“You stole BA’s new feather earrings?” You did not want to come between that man and his accessories. “His head is going to explode!”
“Just the one, and I’ll return it to him after I do this.” The dangling feather dances from hip to hip, and my whole body shivers. “Anybody else ever found that sweet spot?”
“You take up competitive bragging with Face?”
“I’ve already beat him in the number of orgasms he gave you.”
“I never slept with him!”
“Only because he wouldn’t agree to licking this beforehand.”
“Licking what?” But the question is answered before I finished asking, by a daring tongue in a magic place. Soon that tongue has me vibrating in place, incoherently demanding more, as the feather is dragged up my torso by a controlling hand. Fingers in my mouth get sucked, and the long feathers bounce between my nipples. Three fingers enter me, curling, pressing down and the fingers in my mouth prevent me from screaming as I come.
More laughing, smug laughing, which I didn’t know existed until we started sleeping together. Worldly me, so wise, and I got talked into the kinkiest relationship of my life to ‘ease tensions’ after a gig. Really, it won’t happen that much around the guys! I feel, hook line and sinker, but I think only Hannibal really knows.
“Hey, enough bliss. My turn!” A gentle smack pulls me out of my thoughts, but I can’t really see in the dark.
“Untie my hands, and I’ll do what I can.”
“Oh, I think you can do this without hands.” Sultry, smug laughter. That’s new.
“T., you’re going to kill me.”
“If you say so, Amy, but you don’t have to eat me out if you can think of a better way to die.”
I’m embarrassed, or at least I think I should be, by how quickly I give in. “Sure can’t. Come here beautiful.”
I forget about the feathers as I move in for a kiss.
(Surprise! FemSlash! And for my purposes, BA's earrings have alligator clips.)
Rough Feathers
I wake up hard and grinning. How does he do this to me? I’m a light sleeper, had to be to protect myself, but his very special skill is sneaking up on me. And giggling madly at how my hands are handcuffed and taped over my eyes. Feathers are dancing across my cock and thighs, not usually our thing, but it’s working. Such a contrast the metal cuffs and hard desert floor.
“You know, if I’d wanted to wake up horny and powerless, it would be BA sitting on my feet. Dragging what feels like feathered earrings across my tough old skin.”
“You leaking cum on my earrings.” The impression is awful, but strangely kinky. “Fool gonna get broke.”
It takes concentration, but I reach for my Hannibal voice. “Calm down, BA. I’ll make sure he replaces them. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
“I’d like to break the fool over my foot!”
“Break me instead, over your muscular cock.” It’s hard to say that while impersonating the so straight and rigid bossman!
His giggle breaks character, so it’s HM who replies. “I don’t think there’s an exercise for that.”
“Sure there is!” I reply and twist onto my right side, trying again for Hannibal’s voice. “Or can you make a machine to do it?”
“I got you machine right here!” Growls imitation BA, as the earring is clipped to my very hard left nipple.
While I’m adjusting he starts loosening my hole, lubed fingers working me as fast as he can. Doesn’t take long, as I was so well stretched a few hours ago, after sex and before sleep. If I didn’t want to be awakened this way, I wouldn’t have turned a condom into a cock ring. HM sleeps best, deepest, after sex, so as he slept, I cut the tip off a condom, and rolled the plastic ring onto his softening prick. A few strokes to give him fun dreams, and I’d settled into a smug sleep. His dreams must have had the same muffled moaning as mine, for him to wake so soon.
His fingers slurp out, and I try not to tense up as I wait, but what comes isn’t what I put a cock ring on! Hard and round, but not too thick, with a texture I can’t immediately place. We didn’t bring any toys on this little trip, as a mission with camping limits our play, but I did bring a travel hairbrush. A fancy new round one with retractable bristles.
“Is that my new hairbrush?”
“Don’t be so fancy!”
HM’s trying for the BA voice, but clearly concentrating on something else. He moves my left leg up to hook around his shoulder as he kneels across my right leg, lining us up. Holding the brush in place, he slides into me, stretching and filling as I hiss and moan. When he’s all the way in, he stops to let me adjust.
“Ready for me to power up the machine?” He asks, pure HM, even though he knows the answer.
“Please and thank you, babe!” I’ve never had two things up there before, but it’s fine so far. And then he moves, sliding against the brush and me, pushing in and I’m full and stretched and hard. I need more, but I can’t get my hands free and he’s not hitting my prostate. I realize the brush is blocking my prostate, him keeping me from going over. “Cruel thing! Please touch me!”
He slows, but can’t stop, his own need like white fire in the belly. He pulls the earring off my nipple, and clamps it to the ridge of my cock! I can’t even scream, as I forget I have lungs and my world shrinks to my cock and ass. Pain, pleasure, full to empty, but not enough! I can only wait until he’s ready to release me, and himself. He must have cut the cock ring off, but I miss the move. I don’t miss when he lays on his right side, moving things so he can pound into my prostate. Two bumps there and I’m done, squirting without having my dick touched.
He’s done too, panting where he lays on my legs, waiting for his cock to soften. When he does pull out, he leaves the brush in. He takes the earring off my cockhead, and uses my chest for his pillow.
“You left the brush in and my hands tied.” I’m too worn out to put anything into it; it’s a statement of fact.
“Bed hair suits you.” He says it so softly I know I haven’t got long to get my hands free before he’s asleep. Unless I say something to wake him up.
“Instead of replacing his earrings, how about we ask BA to join us?”
”And Hannibal. Want to see how much you can take.”
“What?” I ask, surprised at his acceptance of my idea, the one that was supposed to shock him. He doesn’t reply, asleep already. I’m left bound and stuffed, with a wildfire of ideas. What would it take to get Hannibal and BA to do more than steal glances at each other? Hannibal would be easy, as he spent so much time staring at BA’s ass, but the Big Man? My cock and ass twitch, wondering just how big the Big Man is, and I know I’m not getting any more sleep tonight.
Feathers, Oral and Fixations
Someone’s rooting around in the tent like a crazed pig. Only two people in this two man tent, and I know it’s not me. Man gonna wake me up like this, he should at least be paying attention to me! My watch says it’s an hour before revile, about the time he gets up to work out. But he usually dresses and slips out quietly, so I don’t get the chance to mess with him, give him a workout of my own.
I don’t hear any other noises, so the girls must be asleep in the small cabin between us and my boys. They pretend it’s such a hardship to share, all of them, like I don’t see all the eye sex the second I suggest it! Speaking of eye sex, BA is sex for my eye, especially when he’s in his shorts. Time to mess with him, at least according to the sundial in my sleeping bag. It would be in my pants, but I’m naked in here, the way he left me.
“Oi! What are you doing?”
“Can’t find my earrings.”
“Earrings? You woke me up for earrings?”
“I’m gonna break the thieving fool into tiny bits!”
“At least hand me a cigar, since you woke me.” A hand at the base of my cock explains to it that I’m not letting BA leave quite that easy.
“You and those stinky things! Fool says you got a thing, a fix on ‘em.”
“HM thinks I have an oral fixation?” That wasn’t all I was fixated on, as BA was facing away from me, on his hands and knees as he searched the edges of the tent for his earrings. “Ah, there’s my cigar!”
A ploy, to make him think I was going after a cigar, instead of what I really wanted in my empty mouth. He mutters about thieving fools, dropping his shoulders a little, and I sit across his back. I’m facing his ass, so I can push down his boxers and lean in before he protests.
“If I wanted crazy sex, I’d… Guess I do like crazy sex!”
His ass couldn’t possibly fit in my mouth, but I still try. It’s covered with my love bites, something I'm proud of. He purrs under me when I bite, not that he’d ever admit it, but I love making him purr! Licking the bite gets him to stretch like a cat, ass high enough in the air to catch the rays of the rising sun. So beautiful, but I can’t stop licking long enough to enjoy it. Instead, I lick down into his hole, the one he keeps so clean for me. Not that I couldn’t work around that, but it takes time away from the good stuff.
I work at him as long as I can, until I’m turning myself blue and leaking steadily on his strong back. And then I stop. Stop, wait until he growls at me.
“What you up to?”
Not ‘doing’ but ‘up’ to. He knows me so well, devilish me, always with a plan. I grab the cigar I always have ready, and roll it around on his ass. “Maybe HM’s right, maybe I do have an oral fixation. Maybe his shrink can cure me.”
I give him another lick, a tease to make him think I’m done talking, so I can stop and wait again. Do some more cigar rolling, think about a trick I saw a girl do. Could he blow smoke rings out of his ass since he didn’t have what she did? Or should I just fuck him with the cigar, and smoke it later?
“Hannibal!” He’s hissing a threat at me, trying to wait me out. Silly man doesn’t know how many years I waited for him to come into my life!
“Should I get fixed, stop touching you this filthy way?” With that question, I freeze every muscle, not even rolling the cigar, waiting on his answer. It’s always been about what he wants, even if he doesn’t believe that.
“Don’t smell that bad. Just not in my van.”
Triumphantly, I kneel behind him, my cock just touching his ready hole. “How about for every cigar I smoke in the van, you get a blow job?”
“Deal!” He agrees instantly, reaching a hand back to pull me into him.
I go, more than willingly, so ready for it I could beg him, pounding into him. I bite at his shoulders and grab his cock. He takes all my weight, so all I have to do is move, grind, jab that prostate, pull at his beautiful cock, until we both moan and splatter.
He lets the shakes end, but pulls me into a hug before I even soften. He’ll cradle me into his body, wrapping us together for hours if I let him. Snuggling with my very large teddy bear, I’m drifting off the sleep when I wonder something. Is there a snuggle fetish? If there is, I pray they never find a cure!
