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“Oh, really sweety?”

“Yeah, sorry baby.” My girlfriend said. I can hear her voice sounding dejected from the other end of the line. She hated these last minute calls from her work. And so did I. I mean she worked so hard for them already. Why did they have to take more of her time? She spoke up again. “They’re just a little short this week, and I told them I’d help in any way I could.”

“O-of course, baby.” I said, clearing my throat. “You work so hard for them. Just make sure you’re getting overtime, o-ok?”

“No doubt about it,” she said. Luckily it seemed she hadn’t been paying much attention to the way I was speaking. I loved that about her. She didn’t read all that into things. She continued. “I’m gonna make it up to you, I promise.”

“O-oh… oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” she said, and I could almost hear a smirk from the other side of the phone. “You better get nice and comfortable this weekend. I’m gonna need my man ready for some activities.”

“Wh-... oh, what kind of activities?” I said with a smirk. I let my head rest against the headboard of the bed I was lying in, falling deeper into a lull of relaxation. Something felt good. And I loved how she was speaking to me. “You’re… ah-... you’re gonna make me wait to find out aren’t you?”

“Mhm!” She said, in her cutest voice possible. I smirked. She continued. “I love you baby. I miss you so, so much!”

“I love you t-too, honey.”

“Oh, and tell my mom I said I love her too, ok?”

“Y-yes baby.”

“I think you’re breaking up or something?”

“Oh, y-yeah… I gotta get my phone fixed this w-weekend, honey.”

“Just save room for those activities.”

I chuckled, giving a nod I knew she couldn’t see. “Absolutely baby. I l-love you.”

The phone clicked, and I let out a sigh of pleasure. My phone practically fell from my hand and onto the already messy sheets of the bed we’d destroyed. You and I had made a real mess of things, but you’d insisted on me taking the phone call, even if you weren’t planning on stopping what you were doing. There you were, my mother’s girlfriend, my cock practically coated in saliva as your tongue dragged flat across my base. I could see you smirking, and I shook my head as I reached for some sheets I could squeeze.

You were the perfect specimen, and our day had been perfect. Ever since your daughter had taken on more shifts, she’d wanted me over to make sure you weren’t just rattling around a house by yourself. Initially I helped with chores, cleaning, making sure everything was in working condition, doing a bit of moving. One thing led to another though, and all those cheeky looks I caught from you staring at my ass, or those gentle little pets on my arm to tell me how nice it was to have a man around the house… I caught on to you quickly.

I liked it. It wasn’t the same way my girlfriend treated me, and you were much more woman than her. I loved my girlfriend, she was caring and kind and supportive, but you were confident, bold, sexual. I noticed as you started wearing less and less, even going without a bra on a few occasions. You wanted me to look. I had. You knew what I wanted, what I wasn’t getting. A playfulness, an energy, a sexual cohesion the two of us could share.

I loved my girlfriend, but you… you were perfect.

“God, aren’t you a little brat,” I smirked. I watched as you nodded. You didn't even take your tongue off of my cock. I shook my head playfully. “Your daughter says she loves you.”

Hello my lovely readers, thank you for clicking on this prompt!

Today, I want to be that younger man for those salacious older ladies. I’ve been dating your daughter for a long time, and I love her. I’m gonna marry her someday, but there’s just something electric between the two of us, isn’t there? Something we both have been experiencing for a while. Maybe it’s something the two of us already know. After all, ever since your husband walked out, you’ve needed someone strong in your life, someone to take charge, and your daughter’s man? What better option was there? If he’s gonna marry into the family, it’s in your best interest to keep him comfortable. And oh, do we know how to keep each other comfortable.

What should you expect? Excellent question. I don't do this for a quick romp in the inbox. My efforts here, and in all my posts, are to forge a consistent, erotic relationship between me and my partners, while also just having a bit of fun. This would be pretty boring if we couldn't relate to each other at all, and I prefer to get to know my partner a bit out of character while we do our delicious writing. Expect a friendly, dedicated partner interested in writing something that will last, not a poorly crafted lean-to for the pair of us to fuck a single time. What a waste, right? My responses are detailed, chalk full of story and smut alike, depending on the current situation of our characters of course. All in all, I’m a partner willing to go the distance with you, and I promise you won’t regret coming along.

What do I expect? Another excellent question. I don't intend to throw you out with the trash for menial things. Spelling mistakes happen, they do. Even the best of us fall prone to it from time to time, so excited to get a reply out that it goes unchecked by our lavish and frantic fingers. I'll make them. You'll make them. It's fine, really, but I don't enjoy grammatical errors. Sentence structure and formatting, periods, commas, all of that good stuff? You've gotta have it if you want to be my partner. I won't be spending time on minimal effort responses. I also expect a bit of meat where description is concerned. I would hope if you’re responding to this that you’re interested and up to the challenge, and I very much look forward to those partners that are, and intend to reward them immensely with something the pair of us can look back on with pride.

Where can we go with this? Anywhere, really. The way I’ve laid it out in the above prompt is not at all set in stone, more just to give you an idea of the vibe I hope to accomplish with you in the piece. Something fun, something light hearted, but mostly drenched in sex between the pair of us as we fuck in all sorts of incredible locations. I’ve started us in the middle of our story, but perhaps you’d prefer the beginning? Perhaps this is a new experience for us. Your husband just left, for instance, and you’re unsure of yourself. After a night of wine and expression you decide to be a bit more physical in your approach with me. Perhaps this is something we’ve been doing for a while now. Maybe we dated before I even met your daughter, and now, with your husband out of the picture, there’s room for a bit more of that chemistry we so loved to explore. I was always a bit better than him in bed anyway. These are only situations we could traverse, but if you have anything else that comes to mind, I want to hear it. I want to know what it is about this prompt that excites you, and what possibilities you see for us together.

What are my kinks and limits? You’re full of incredible questions today, bravo. I won’t bother listing every a single kink I have, as I imagine, same as anyone, that sort of thing gets a bit tedious and boring. However, I will list those I have that stand above the rest, and ones I would absolutely love to incorporate. Are these necessary to play out this prompt with yours truly? No, not at all. But, of course, if you’re a willing participant, you’ll definitely be higher on my list where partners are concerned.

Tongue. This one’s at the top. Making out that involves some sloppy and careless behaviour? Yes. Cunnilingus so charged with sexual want that I’m lapping up every droplet of moisture from your lips? Double yes. A tongue bath, covering every inch of your skin and mine, dragging the flat of our curious mouth muscles across the tasteful flesh of each other? Yes, yes, and yes. Give me tongue. Give me anything creative you can possibly fathom with it, and I almost guarantee I’ll enjoy myself.

Groping. There’s just something about it. What am I supposed to do when a breast looks so ripe I could drink from it? Paw at it with my hand, of course, squeeze it and palm it like some kind of stress toy. What about when your rear is so perfectly positioned as you’re leaning over a desk, practically radiating the image of a peach from a mile away? Well, a good smack and grope does the trick, doesn’t it? A nice healthy helping of thick asscheek in my hand. God, so fucking delicious. And why should I have all the fun? Is my cock looking like some kind of anaconda waiting to pounce from the hem of my pants? Put your fucking hand on my bulge. Get a grip of that meat package! What if my shirt’s just hugging all the right places and you’d rather see it anywhere else than on my person? Run your hands underneath it, I don’t mind at all. Seriously, let’s touch each other like we’re toys.

Loud Sex. Is there anything more boring than a silent partner? Do we really want to just listen to the slapping of flesh against flesh as we get our rocks off? No, we absolutely don’t. You want to hear me moaning, grunting and struggling against the pleasure you’re providing my cock, writhing around in an orgasmic, blissful distress when you finally church that cum from my loins. I want to see you squirming too, panting, choking down a scream that fills your lungs as a cock plunges your depths, or fingers rub you to the extremes of your senses, or kisses shower your body in praise. I want to play you like a goddamn instrument, and I want to hear the music we make together.

Of course, there are plenty of things I do not abide by. Chief among them, and topics I will under no circumstances allow in any of my posts, are underaged characters, excessive violence, animals, and death. I don’t enjoy any of these topics, and will not be playing with them at all.

So, whaddya say? I’m looking for a diligent partner, a creative one, willing to take on the challenge of consistency while also fucking the shit out of each other. Is that you? Let me know in my inbox. Let’s begin the story of a lifetime.