Maggie woke up from the dream with sodden panties, and a fierce need to masturbate. She’d never had a dream that intense before.
Faith woke slowly, a delicious throbbing in her pussy pulling her intro wakefulness. Her Captain’s fingers were gently teasing her, sliding between her her wet folds.
The William had come to port, and Faith crept from the house, taking care not to wake anyone. She hurried on silent, bare feet through the dark town streets. Her cloak shielded her face, but she’d be ruined if anyone saw her out this late.
Lara had curled up in bed with a book about the history of the area. The show didn’t want them to research the history or hauntings of the locations they visited, but Lara didn’t care. Besides she knew they’d hired her for her bust-line more than her degree in history. She wasn’t surprised to learn the area had a long history in piracy. It was common enough in these small, coastal towns. She paged through the book, skimming more than delving deeply as the show runners would give her a script. Although piracy would make a great angle for the haunting, maybe make them into Robin Hood figures or perhaps a vindication of a lost lover.
Julia arrived in Ireland. She hadn’t visited in years, almost a decade. She caught a cab from the airport, and went to the same hotel she’d stayed in as a newly adult witch.
Just around the corner from the hotel was a pub, a place that specifically catered to magical folk. After checking and leaving her bag in her room, she walked over to the pub. She stood outside a moment, the familiar building making her hungry.
Sigli waited for Jason to come home. Maybe it was cliché, but she lounged on a rug in front of a fire, wearing aubergine lace panties and a matching robe. A bottle of wine, already open, waited with her.
Alice was still overwhelmed with the quality of the holograms in the program. Domaris had captured not only the tactile textures, but the sounds and even scents of the scene. Alice took a deep breath, smelling the mix of rich incense, wine, and the heavy musk of sex. It was time to roll the dice.
Alice held the dice in her hand; they were smooth and cool.
She shook them in her hand, her eyes flickering over the various players of the game. To her left was a man being fucked in the ass, and a line of three men waited their turn. Next to him was a woman with her face buried in another woman’s pussy. A man stood behind her, positioning himself to fuck her.
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She came to my library. I felt my pulse quicken as she made her way toward the reference desk.
The library wasn’t busy. Finals ended the day before. Even our staff holiday party was over. But there she was, dressed like Audrey Horn from Twin Peaks. Knee length plaid skirt and crisp ivory blouse. Her feet were hidden from my view, but I’d bet she had one saddle shoes.
I look forward to reading and writing for all of these prompts every week.
Masturbation Monday picks:
“At the Office” by Elliot Henry
“The Concert” by Cimmerian Sentiment
Wicked Wednesday picks:
From “Texting to Sex” by Livvy Libertine
“Very Pretty Stripes” Jerusalem Mortimer
Kink of the Week Picks:
“Kink of the Week: The Cutting Edge” on The Fox in the Flowers
“Torn Bloomers” on Pleasure as Pain
Whose work did you love this week? Share and use the hashtag #soss
(it doesn’t even need to be Saturday)