Mature stories that come into my head
[And my friend @Misha14543]
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Written by Ruby
As I sprint down the dark alleyway, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum, I catch a glimpse of Ghostface out of the corner of my eye. His mask glares at me menacingly as he chases after me, his heavy breathing echoing off the walls. Panic sets in as I realize I'm trapped - there's no way out of this dead end.
Suddenly, I feel a firm grip on my waist pulling me backwards. My back slams against the cold brick wall as Ghostface looms over me, his hot breath washing over my face. "You're not getting away that easily," he growls, his hand reaching up to grab my throat.
But before he can squeeze, I wrap my legs around his waist, locking them tightly together. The sudden movement throws him off balance, causing him to stumble forward.
As Ghostface stumbles forward, I seize the opportunity to flip us around so that I'm now straddling him. My hands find their way to his mask, prying it off to reveal... it's not Ghostface. It's you. You look surprised for a moment until a devilish grin spreads across your face. You pull me closer, our bodies pressed tightly together. Your eyes darken with desire as you whisper into my ear,
"I've been chasing you for so long... let's see what happens when we're not running."
And then your lips are on mine, kissing me passionately as our bodies begin to move together in rhythm. This isn't fear anymore. This is lust. And I can't help but return your kiss, my body responding eagerly to yours.
Your hands roam over my curves, feeling every inch of me through my clothes. My nipples harden under your touch as I moan softly into your mouth. Breaking away from the kiss, I trail my tongue down your neck, savouring the taste of salt mixed with sweat. My hips grind against yours instinctively, seeking friction and pleasure. You chuckle deeply, a sound that sends shivers down my spine.
"Looks like you're enjoying this more than you thought you would," you tease before capturing my lips once again.
I respond by tugging at your shirt, eager to get it off so I can see all of you. As soon as it's gone, I run my fingers along your bare chest, marvelling at how strong and muscular you are beneath those layers.
My hands continue their exploration, tracing the contours of your abs before dipping lower to unbutton your pants. I slip my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around your hardness and giving it a gentle squeeze. You groan in response, your head falling back against the wall as I start to stroke you slowly.
Meanwhile, my other hand finds its way to my own pants, undoing the button and zipper with shaky fingers. I push them down, revealing my lacy panties soaked with arousal.
