1. Writer's Block


    Date: 10/1/2014, Categories: Quickie Sex, Author: bad_mann_ers, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    He was sitting quietly, tapping his fingers on the key without typing. "What are you doing?" she asked, startling him. He blushed, and then grinned. "I was trying to come up with an idea for a story for you, but I couldn't decide on a situation to get us naked." "Why not?" she teased. "Most of my stories start with something that really happens and inspires me. Nothing inspiring happened today." "How about this?" she said as she hugged him from behind and started nibbling on his neck. "That just tickles," he murmured, but he tipped his head invitingly for her to continue. She kissed and nibbled and reached down to pull his shirt over his head. He tried to slide the chair back and turn to her, but she took his wrists and put his hands back on the keyboard. "Type." she commanded. Her hands slid up his arms and down to caress his chest and stomach. Her lips found his bare shoulders and she gently bit him. "Type." she said again softly, and she heard the clack of the keys. She wriggled first one arm and then the other out of her own shirt, barely stopping her quest to taste every inch of his shoulders and neck. She pressed her naked breasts against his warm back, and his sharp intake gave her chills of pleasure. Her hands found his hardened nipples, and she teased them and kissed her way around his ribs to bring her tongue to tease them. She looked up and saw his eyes were half closed as he watched her lips and tongue on his flesh. She grinned wickedly and nipped at him. "Type!" ...
    His eyes struggled to leave her face, got trapped by her hard nipples burning against his skin, found her eyes again, saw her determination, and finally returned to the screen. The keys started to clack again and she started kissing again. She moved entirely in front of him, letting him slide the chair back. Her breasts pressed into his thighs, her hands caressed his sides, her lips and teeth teasing and kissing. He moaned, but kept typing. She wondered if he could feel the heat of her breath as the fire built inside her. Without pause, she unbuttoned his pants, and slowly pulled the zipper open, tooth by tooth, as her hand caressed the hardness beneath the fabric. He lifted his hips, and she pulled his pants and boxers down, giggling as his cock pulled loose and slapped into his stomach. Their eyes met again. "You're not typing," she said. His nostrils flared as he lifted his hips, but she shook her head and waited. He closed his eyes, took a quick deep breath, and then started typing again. Her whole body rippled with desire from seeing him so affected, and she decided to tease some more. She cradled his cock between her breasts, enjoying its heat and hardness, and leaned forward to nibble and kiss his chest. She nipped him again when he ran his fingers through her hair, and he started typing again. She allowed him to rock his hips as he fucked her chest, and she nibbled and teased. The typing continued and she kissed her way lower, engulfing his hardness in her mouth. She ...
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