Her tights were torn as I put my head between my fantasy girl’s legs and started to rip my way towards heaven.

This short tales comes from Sloane Black Headmistress’s Homework prompt. Now available on Smut School. A great way to get your ‘juices’ flowing. The prompt was this: Write a story where your character desperately wants one thing. Then don’t let them have it. Mine is short, sweet, but as sexy as hell! VT 🩷

I started the morning wanting an almond croissant.

But then I wanted something else.

Something far more tasty.

I was sitting in the cafe writing, close to the queue like I always did. Coffee slipping between my lipstick lips and sex on my mind as I wrote erotica. Sideways glances looking for inspiration - and finding it.

Fuck me…really finding it.

She had no right to be wearing those PVC boots and fishnet stockings in public at this hour.

Looking deliciously out of place.

Looking like a million dollar slut.

Full of caffeine and possibilities, my brain worked overtime.

My imagination leaving the cafe and taking me places.

My fingers on the keyboard as my fantasy shaped itself.

A hotel room.

Just us.

Just us and those heels.

Those stockings turning out to be tights.

Tiny tits and flat stomach exposed.

No panties with her unfashionably thick black pubic hair poking through the mesh.

Her tights were soon torn as I put my head between my fantasy girl’s legs and started to rip my way towards heaven. Placing my soft lips on her soft cunt. Leaving my lipstick all over her pussy and beyond. My tongue deep as her hips ground back against my affections. My manicured nails reaching up and torturing her nipples. My mouth moaning louder than hers despite the fact that I was the giver and not the receiver. Her young cunt soon flooding my face.

In this afterglow, I wanted to do so much.

I wanted to remove my skirt and boring underwear.

Wanted to straddle her eager mouth.

Push down so hard.

Flood her back.

But I couldn’t.

I wanted to…

…but I couldn’t.

My dream girl suddenly ‘too much’.

Too young.

Too sexy.

Too much for my midlife crisis mentality to even fantasise about.

My pussy wet and my mind wanting in both worlds with thoughts of what I could not bring myself to take.

Back in the cafe, she left with her iced latte in one hand and phone in the other. Turning us all on as she went. Her lips sucking straw as her heels clicked away. Creating a million fantasies with every step she took.

The girl who left us all wanting.

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Headmistress's Homework #1- The Handbag

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Aug 2

This short tales comes from Sloane Black Headmistress’s Homework prompt. Now available to for paid subs to Smut School. A great way to get your ‘juices’ flowing. The prompt was this: Write a scene where your character has something in their purse, backpack, briefcase, or pocket they desperately don’t want discovered.

The Peach 🍑

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Jul 28

This short story was written as part of Unleash Creatively Friday Freestyle FORBIDDEN FRUIT prompt from the talented Kate Valentine. Check out more details here.