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This video is a CreepyPasta story about mental torment that I wrote and narrated myself. Enjoy!
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Why Time Seems To Go Faster As You Get Older
When I was a kid, the school year always seemed to go on forever. I know it was nine months out of the year and that was a sizable chunk of any given year. But looking back on it, I swear every day felt longer, every week felt like a month, and every month felt like a year. Even as I got older, time seemed to drag and at times, it was agonizing.
These days, the flow of time feels different and not just because of the events of the COVID-19 pandemic. Granted, that did mess up everyone’s sense of time. But even before that, I noticed how the days, months, and years seem to go by differently. And the older I get, the more I feel it. I’m also not the only one.
A lot of friends and relatives I talk to will say the same thing. They swear that 2023 just started a few weeks ago. They remember the ball dropping on New Years Eve. They remember making New Years resolutions, capping off the holidays, and making plans for the new year.
The next thing they know, Halloween is over and the holidays are just around the corner. You start to wonder where the hell the rest of the year went. You wonder why and how it went by so quickly. I’ve certainly wondered that from time to time. But since the end of the pandemic, I feel like my perspectives on how the years go by has struck a unique balance.
And I count that as an accomplishment because for a good chunk of my youth, that balance was lacking and not just because of how much I struggled in high school. College was eventful, but it felt like it ended too quickly for me because I was often anxious about what I would do when I got out. Even when I started working and exploring new creative outlets, I didn’t have much certainty with respect to how I would build a life for myself.
That took a while to figure out. I also made a few mistakes along the way, as most people do when they’re young and uncertain. But once I created a more stable life for myself, finding some decent jobs and moving into my own place, that’s when I really noticed my perceptions of time change.
Unlike being in school, my life was a lot less structured and regimented. There was less obsession over navigating classes, classmates, and assignments and more focus on just getting better at whatever job I happened to have. For someone like me, I tend to thrive more when things are streamlined and I know what I need to do over the course of a given day, week, or month. That allows me to plan accordingly and get things down to a system.
Once I found that, life in general just seemed to run smoother. It also helped that I wasn’t an awkward teenager trying to handle acne, puberty, and poor social skills anymore. Life experience and maturity helped me better navigate my life on a day-to-day basis.
Plus, making my own money, being able to spend it however I wanted, and living on my own schedule was a lot more fulfilling. I was no longer constantly checking the clock, agonizing over when my next assignment or obligation was.
Yes, I had that with my job, but that always felt less stressful than school because it was more limited. There was less emphasis on following strict schedules and getting grades. What mattered more was the end results and once I knew how to do that, there was less stress and anxiety.
Now, it was more a matter of how to enjoy my personal time when I wasn’t working. Having more of that, as well as enough money to make the most of it, really benefited me in terms of mental health. But it also made that time feel more fleeting and precious. When you’re doing your own thing and enjoying it every step of the way, it seems to end sooner. That’s often how I feel every time my trip to New York Comic Con ends.
I suspect that feeling will continue to evolve as I get older. There is some real science behind why time seems to move faster as you get older. Much of it has to do with how getting older makes each experience a smaller and smaller chunk of your lived experience. I think there is some merit to that and my older friends can often attest to it.
But beyond the science, I think this feeling is best summed up by a friend of mine who retired recently. He once told me that “The days are long, but the years feel short.” And I think that holds true, regardless of how old you are.
Every day is going to go by at its own pace, regardless of whether you’re working, going to school, or just enjoying a lazy Saturday afternoon. But as you make it through each day, they add up fast. Eventually, they’ll all feel like a blur as you make it through another year. At times, it feels like those days were wasted. But I would encourage others to avoid that feeling.
Because I believe that no day is truly wasted unless you go out of your way to do so. If you’re just lounging about, but enjoying it every step of the way, then that’s not a wasted day. But if you’re just lounging about and ignoring things you know you have to do, then that is a waste and it will impact the days that follow.
In the end, it’s a balancing act. If you find yourself in a situation that works for you, then it will feel like the years will start to fly by. But that’s not necessarily a bad thing. It means that you’re not in a situation agonizing over what the next day will bring or what you’ll have to do in the weeks to come.
Perception or not, the world will keep spinning and time will keep passing us by. But if you’ve built a good life for yourself and those around you, you’ll find that the days and years were well-spent, regardless of how brief they seemed.
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Sexy Short Story: The Fantasy Chamber 1
The following is a sexy short story that I wrote with the help of NovelAI, which was inspired by what I heard some teenagers call closets during a game of truth or dare. Enjoy!
“Please approach the entrance to the chamber,” said an inhuman robotic voice.
Natalie Rose tensed briefly, still not sure what she had gotten herself into. It seemed like such an easy way for a young woman paying her way through college to quick money. The prestigious Aeronet Science Lab offered willing college students a chance to volunteer for an experiment. They didn’t offer many details. It just mentioned something about experimental virtual reality technology. Natalie didn’t know much about that sort of thing, being a business and finance major. But, coming from a poor family that barely had enough money for textbooks, she needed all the income she could get.
‘What have I gotten myself into?’ she wondered to herself.
But, reluctance aside, she did as the robotic voice told and approached the chamber. She did this after spending the past two hours signing numerous NDA’s and surrendering her cell phone. The guy running the operation, whose name she never learned, said this was necessary for security reasons. Natalie knew as well as everyone else at the university that Aeronet had a history of secrecy, but not like this.
She still could’ve turned back on multiple occasions. She even learned that many did. However, the money was just too generous and she was behind on her payments. So, setting aside her reservations, she waited for further instructions.
While she waited, Natalie took in the sight of this chamber, as they called it. They didn’t have an official name for it. One lab tech called it the “Fantasy Chamber” in jest. But from the outside, it looked anything but fanciful. It was just this big rectangular structure with a bunch of wires and tubes going into it. It was about the same size as the trailers from the trailer park she’d grown up in. She tried to get a better view of what was around it, but much of the lab was obscured by darkened light. It was supposedly another security measure, but Natalie tried not to think about it.
After a few more moments of waiting, the large door to the chamber opened.
“Please enter the chamber,” said the same robotic voice from earlier.
That voice still creeped her out. Even so, she stepped forward and entered.
“Just get through this,” Natalie told herself. “Think about the money and not being in so much debt.”
Once inside, the door closed behind her. A row of strange LED lights on the ceiling turned on to illuminate what felt like an empty chamber. She had never been claustrophobic, but this chamber was making her feel anxious. She managed to remain calm, not certain of what would come next.
Then, the lights in the chamber flashed briefly. Natalie had to cover her eyes. A strange humming noise followed and the whole chamber started to shift in a way that made her feel dizzy.
“Whoa! What’s happening?” Natalie wondered.
It all stopped as quickly as it started. The next thing she knew, the interior of the chamber shifted. It now resembled a small bedroom, not unlike her dorm room. It actually felt oddly inviting, as though the air around her had become more welcoming and relaxing.
“Um…this is an improvement,” she said to herself.
As she looked around and took everything in, the air within the chamber got noticeably warmer. It wasn’t hot, but there was definitely something in the air.
“Please remove your clothing,” the robotic voice suddenly said.
“Excuse me?” she exclaimed.
“Please remove your clothing. The test requires you to be nude,” the voice explained.
She wanted to refuse, but she remembered signing a document giving consent to whatever the people at the lab told her to do. She’d even asked about it and was advised what it could entail. But she signed it anyway.
Natalie’s hands were trembling, but she removed her shirt and unzipped her jeans. Once down to her underwear, she kicked off her shoes and socks. Even so, she hesitated briefly.
“All of it?” she asked aloud.
“Affirmative. Please remove your undergarments, as well.”
“Well, I’ve already gone this far…”
She reached back and unhooked her bra. Her breasts came tumbling out. Her nipples were stiffening, but she didn’t know if it was because she was nervous or because it was getting colder. Then, she slid off her panties and set them aside with the rest of her clothes. She now found herself in the middle of the chamber completely naked.
“Now what?” Natalie asked.
The robotic voice didn’t answer.
“Hello? What next?”
More silence followed. Then, there was another series of flashes in the chamber. She even felt the room shift again, as though it were moving. It left her dazed and disoriented for a moment. But when gathered herself, she found that she was no longer alone in the chamber.
“Hello. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Natalie Rose,” said a deep, masculine voice.
Her eyes widened when she saw a male figure standing just a few feet in front of her. Instinctively, she covered her breasts with one arm and placed her hand over her vagina. But those instincts were quickly superseded when she took in just how astonishingly handsome this man was.
“Whoa!” said Natalie, her eyes wide with intrigue.
It was like someone had scanned her deepest, most lurid fantasies about the perfect man. He was tall, handsome, and very well-built. His physique reminded her of some of the male fitness models she’d seen online. His skin was smooth and flawless, while his short hair and trim beard were jet black. His face was sculpted, yet also had a natural ruggedness to it. It was a perfect mix of sexy and handsome.
And like her, he was completely naked. He also made no effort to hide his nakedness. That gave Natalie a clear view of his penis. She wasn’t a virgin, but she didn’t have a lot of sexual experience. Even so, she couldn’t help but marvel at the size and girth of this man’s cock.
“Who…what…who are you?” she stammered.
“Call me…Al,” he answered.
His smile was warm, charming, and disarming. It had a soothing effect. While her hand still covered her vagina, she was less worried about her nudity in his presence.
“Um…hi,” she replied.
“Before we begin, I’m required to explain the parameters of this experiment. In order to fully conduct the tests, we must monitor your physical reactions and responses. The best way to do this is through direct stimulation. You have consented to this, yes?”
“Um…yes,” she said, still distracted by his beauty and his male endowment.
“Very good,” he replied. “Now, come…touch me. Show me your body as I’ve shown you mine.”
He reached out and took her hand. She let him move her arms and uncover her breasts and pussy. As soon as his fingers brushed across her skin, she shuddered. The sensation was like nothing she had ever experienced before. It felt like her entire body was tingling, every inch of it.
“You’re beautiful,” he told her.
“Thanks,” she said, blushing and grinning in his presence.
His other hand moved around her waist and pulled her closer. They were now chest-to-chest and their faces were inches apart. Natalie could feel his body heat, not to mention the stiffness of his cock pressed against her. It was surreal, like the kind of scenario she’d only ever imagined in her wildest fantasies.
“Please…kiss me,” Al said.
“Kiss you?” she asked.
“Yes. Kiss me and then tell me how I make you feel.”
Her arms went around his neck. His strong, masculine body enveloped her. Then, his lips met hers. The sensation was incredible. Her body responded instantly.
“Wow!” she uttered.
“That’s just the beginning,” he said, his eyes flashing.
Before she could utter another word, he kissed her again. This time, his tongue penetrated her mouth and explored every part of it. His hands wandered down to her ass and groped her firmly.
“Oh my…” she groaned.
Natalie felt a warmth between her legs. Her pussy was tingling. She didn’t understand what was happening, but she didn’t care. All her doubts and apprehensions melted away. Now, all she cared about was experiencing more of this.
Their mouths locked together. His tongue probed deeper and his hands squeezed her ass. The warmth in her pussy grew stronger. Her hips moved forward, pressing her crotch against his. The feeling of his hard cock rubbing her pussy lips was intoxicating.
“Mmm…more,” Natalie begged.
Her hands slid down his back and groped his firm, muscular ass. Her mouth was still locked with his and their bodies pressed together. In this intoxicated state, Al began leading her to the bed at the far end of the chamber. They didn’t break their embrace until Al lifted her into his arms and laid her on her back.
“You sure want more?” Al asked her.
“Yes,” she panted.
He moved on top of her, kissing her passionately. She was no longer holding back. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs coiled around his waist. Their bodies pressed together. The warmth and wetness of her pussy intensified as her crotch rubbed against his.
“Please…take me,” she pleaded.
She was begging him, pleading with him, like a woman possessed. This was no longer a test or experiment. It was the fulfillment of a fantasy.
“I will give you what you desire,” he said.
Al’s mouth moved to her neck and his hand reached down between their bodies. Natalie could feel his fingers probing her pussy. He teased her briefly, rubbing the entrance to her sex, but not penetrating her. Then, he moved his cock between her legs and positioned it at the opening to her vagina.
“Yes…put it in,” she pleaded.
Without a word, Al complied. His cock slowly pushed inside of her. Her pussy was wet and ready. She moaned with satisfaction.
“Ohhh…yes!” she sighed.
Her pussy stretched and her hips instinctively moved in rhythm with his. She could feel the girth and length of his member penetrating her. His hips ground against her crotch. He filled her pussy with his cock and she had never felt so amazing in her life.
“Your body…it’s beautiful,” Al groaned.
Al’s mouth was on her breasts, his lips sucking her nipples and his tongue teasing them. She had never felt more alive. Her body was burning, her senses overwhelmed. His mouth was on hers and their tongues were entwined. Her pussy was filled with his cock.
“Oh god…I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” Natalie cried.
Her hands clawed at his back and her pussy convulsed around his cock. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy flowed through her body. It was too much to contain. She had never experienced an orgasm so intense.
“Yes…cum for me, Natalie,” Al said.
His voice was calm and steady, yet commanding. It was like his voice and the sheer pleasure of her climax were controlling her. She had no idea such a thing was possible, but it was happening.
“Yes! Yes! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Yes! YESSSS!!!”
The waves of pleasure were unending. They continued to wash over her. Her entire body shuddered. She lost count of how many times she orgasmed. Eventually, the waves subsided. Her body went limp and her senses returned.
Al’s cock was still inside her and her body was wrapped around his. The two remained entangled and joined. Her mind was blown, but she didn’t want this to end.
“Please, don’t stop!” she begged.
“Don’t worry, Natalie. We’re not finished yet.”
His smile was so confident and alluring. His cock was still hard and buried inside her. And the way he looked at her, with such intensity and focus, it sent a shiver through her body.
Al didn’t hesitate. His hands gripped her thighs. Then, his cock started to thrust into her again. He moved faster than before, pumping his shaft deep inside her. The waves of pleasure returned and built rapidly.
“Oh yes! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Natalie screamed.
He didn’t. Al fucked her with an intensity and a stamina she didn’t think possible. And the way he moved his hips, grinding his cock against her, it was like he knew exactly how to hit every sweet spot. Her body was on fire and she lost control.
“YESSSS! YESSSS!!! AHHH!!!”
She couldn’t believe this was real. Her body shook uncontrollably. She was lost in the throes of passion. The world around her disappeared. All she knew was the pleasure of Al’s body.
Then, just when she thought she couldn’t handle anymore, the pace slowed and Al’s movements became slower and more deliberate. She looked up at him. His eyes were closed and he was gritting his teeth.
“Al?” she gasped.
“I’m…coming,” he said.
His hands squeezed her thighs tightly and he groaned. His cock swelled and erupted, filling her with his cum.
“Ohhhhh…yeahhhh!” she groaned.
As she felt his cum spilling inside her, the final wave of pleasure came. She couldn’t help but squeal with joy as Al’s cock spurted its seed.
“That was…incredible,” she panted.
She couldn’t stop smiling. Every part of her was buzzing and alive. It was a sensation unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
“That was just the first test,” Al said, panting slightly.
“It was?” she said.
“Yes. And there’s more to come,” he said, pulling his cock out of her pussy.
Natalie didn’t know how to react to this. She was still trying to wrap her head around what had just happened. This was supposed to be an experiment. Was this normal?
“Do you want to continue?” Al asked.
She stared up at him. His beautiful face and gorgeous physique were a sight to behold. In her post-coital state, her mind and body swimming with pleasure and lust, she made her choice without hesitation.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I want more.”
“Good,” he said. “Now, let us initiate the next phase.”
She had no idea what this meant, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was more. More pleasure. More passion. More of him.
Al stood up from the bed and Natalie followed. Before she could ask him what to do next, his strong hands were upon her. He turned her around and pressed her body against the wall. His erection pressed against her ass.
“Oh…yes,” she said, her body trembling.
His lips moved to her neck and his hands moved to her breasts. She arched her back, pressing her buttocks against his cock. His fingers squeezed her nipples. It was like a jolt of electricity shot through her.
His hand moved down between her legs. He teased her pussy. His fingers gently probed her sex, then pushed inside her. Natalie gasped.
“More…” she moaned.
His fingers were slick with her juices. He rubbed her clit, then pushed them back inside her. Her knees buckled. Her legs nearly gave way. She braced herself against the wall.
“Mmm…don’t stop,” she groaned.
His hands left her body and the tip of his cock pressed against her anus. She gasped.
“Relax,” Al whispered. “Trust me.”
“Okay,” she panted.
He pushed.
“Aaaah!”
His cock was too large for her tiny asshole. It hurt, but the pain was quickly replaced by pleasure. His thick shaft stretched her, filling her ass. She’d never done anal before, but this was unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
His fingers played with her clit and his cock thrust into her ass. It was all so much to handle. She could feel his manhood deep inside her.
“Oh god! Yes!” she screamed.
Her hands pressed against the wall. His hands groped her breasts. His cock was buried deep in her ass. His body was pressed against hers.
“I’m…almost…there…” she panted.
He kept going, driving her closer and closer to the edge. His breath was hot against her neck. His body was so strong and powerful. His cock was so deep inside her.
“OH YESSSSS!!!” she screamed.
Her body was overcome with another orgasmic release. She felt the wave of pleasure crashing down on her. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her vision blurred. Her senses were overwhelmed. It was a rush like nothing else.
She smiled, unable to form words. Her body was limp and her head was swimming with ecstasy. She was completely lost in the moment.
“Did you enjoy that, Natalie?” Al asked.
“Yes,” she managed to say. “I enjoyed that…a lot.”
“Good. We’re still not done yet,” he said.
He turned her around and pressed her back against the wall. He kissed her, their tongues intertwined. She felt his cock pressing against her pussy again. He was still so hard.
“One more time,” he whispered.
She was ready. Her body was on fire. She wanted this. She needed it.
Al entered her. He thrust his cock deep inside her pussy. She moaned. Her body tingled with anticipation. He drove her wild. She felt his cock pulsating inside her. It was incredible. He thrust harder and faster, pounding her against the wall. His hips grinded against her. She couldn’t believe the sensation. It was like nothing she had ever experienced.
“Harder!” she begged.
He obliged gladly and fucked her harder. She moaned louder. She felt her body building toward another climax. He held her tight and kept going. Time began to blur. The rhythmic motion of their bodies intensified, flesh grinding against flesh while his penis slithered seamlessly within her vagina. Her body was overwhelmed with pleasure. She felt like she was going to explode.
“Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes! YESSS!” she screamed.
Al drove her toward the edge. The room faded away. Her mind went numb. Her body was a vessel for ecstasy. She felt like she was flying. It was incredible. Her vision blurred. She couldn’t take it anymore. She felt the pleasure building inside her.
“YESSS! OH GOD! I’M COMING!!!”
Her body tensed. Her muscles clenched. Her pussy spasmed. The climax washed over her. Her eyes rolled back. Her body shook. It was like nothing she had ever experienced. It was incredible. She couldn’t even think straight. Her senses were completely overloaded.
He grunted and his body went rigid. His cock twitched. She felt him shooting his load inside her. His cum filled her, mixing with her feminine juices. It was a nice, warm feeling inside her. It left her feeling so dazed, but satisfied. She was so dazed she barely noticed Al carrying her back to the bed.
“Thank you,” Al whispered, gently laying her on the bed.
“That was amazing,” Natalie said. “Is this all part of the experiment?”
“In a way,” Al answered. “But you need not worry about the details. We got the data we needed.”
Natalie wasn’t sure what that entailed. She was too dazed, tired, and satisfied to care. Whether this was all a fantasy or not, she decided to savor it for however long it lasted. Al remained with her, holding her in his arms until she nodded off.
But just before she fell asleep, she heard that robotic voice one last time.
“The test has concluded. By every established parameter, it was a success. Time is necessary to process this data. But early assessments indicate promising results. As such, more tests might be necessary.”
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Sexy Short Story: The Long Weekend
The following is a sexy short story that I wrote after hearing a story from a relative about how they spent a long weekend in high school. Enjoy!
“Goodbye, mother. Goodbye, father. Thank you for a wonderful long weekend,” said Anna Redman as she hugged her parents.
“Thank you for finally making time for us,” her father replied, his tone a bit muted.
“I do hope you’ll visit more than once a quarter…especially after you’re married,” her mother added while hugging a bit harder.
“Can we please not get into that again?” she groaned. “I already promised to visit a week before the rehearsal dinner.”
“Fine,” her father sighed. “Just try to make it easier on us when it comes to promises.”
“We are your parents, after all,” her mother reminded.
“I know,” Anna said with a sigh. “I promise I’ll try.”
She offered a half-hearted smile, most likely to dissuade further arguments on that issue. They’d already endured enough of that of the past few days. While it was rarely productive, it was also unavoidable. And Trevor Callahan gladly endured it for his love, who was also his future wife.
Things were still somewhat tense between him and Anna’s parents. After they finished hugging their daughter, they remained reluctant to show the same affection. Her mother still gave her that stink-eyed look, which Anna claimed she gave to all her boyfriends. But her father did offer to shake his hand, which Trevor accepted.
“Thanks again for your hospitality,” he said to them.
“You are welcome,” Anna’s father said in an overly formal tone. “Since you are going to be our son-in-law, we want you to be comfortable in our presence.”
“Well, I think this long weekend together has helped with that,” said Trevor with a sincere smile.
“I agree. I am considerably less anxious about your upcoming wedding. I still have concerns, but…”
The older man bit his lip. Trevor could tell he wanted to say something that would likely rub him the wrong way. He also caught Anna giving her father a look, as if to put an invisible finger on his lips to keep him from ruining the moment. It was similar to the look her mother kept giving him. But in their daughter’s presence, they managed to remain cordial.
“We’ll work on our concerns while you work on your wedding,” Anna’s mother said.
“Thank you. And I promise to work hard,” said Trevor. “Your daughter really means that much to me.”
“Of that, I’m convinced. Just…give us more than a long weekend to process it all.”
“Will do!”
The older woman finally stopped giving her that ugly look and offered to shake his hand too. Again, Trevor accepted. Leaving this place on good terms with his fiancé’s parents was his primary goal for this visit. He felt like he’d succeeded in that regard. But it had been far more arduous than expected.
“Let’s get going,” said Anna, latching onto his arm. “It’s getting pretty late. I’d like to get home before midnight.”
“Please drive safely!” her mother called out.
“We will, mother,” Anna said, rolling her eyes again.
“And don’t take the back roads!” her father said. “They still haven’t fixed that damned pothole!”
Trevor looked back and nodded to affirm that he’d heard, doing his best to hide his annoyance. That was something he’d done a lot of these past three days. Anna warned him when they started dating that her parents were pretty intense. More than one boyfriend had broken up with her after dealing with them. None, to date, had lasted an entire long weekend with them. He was the first and was quite proud of that.
That didn’t make leaving their uptight, gated community any less a relief.
“Come on! Let’s get out of here,” Anna said under her breath. “I feel like my mother wants another couple days of belittling me.”
“Don’t worry. I made sure the car is all gassed up and packed,” Trevor replied. “One long weekend here is plenty long enough.”
“If you think that’s bad, just imagine growing up here.”
“That’s a scary thought. I honestly don’t know how you survived.”
He offered her a reassuring smile. She squeezed his arm a bit tighter, as if to keep herself from looking back. They could still feel her parents’ eyes on them. They stayed on them even after they got in the car, pulled out of the driveway, and drove off through the secured gate. It was kind of eerie, being scrutinized so harshly by someone else’s parents. Trevor thought his mother was overprotective while he was growing up, but she didn’t have anything on the Redman’s.
Initially, he stayed silent as they drove out of the wealthy neighborhood that Anna had come to despise. He just let her fume for a bit, which she hadn’t been able to do much of during their visit. He couldn’t imagine how difficult it must have been growing up with them. Even though her family was rich, well-connected, and widely respected, they created a very hostile, controlling environment for their children.
“Free again…to a point,” Anna said under her breath while looking out the window.
That was a common refrain for her. She said it every time they left her house and the affluent neighborhood she grew up in. It wasn’t out of pettiness or melodrama, either. Trevor had just experienced a long weekend with her parents. He could now confirm they were as overbearing as Anna had claimed.
The world she came from was just so different from his. She was the youngest daughter of a wealthy family, who had generations of old money to live off. He was the only child of a single mother who’d grown up in an apartment that wasn’t even as big as Anna’s old closet. He’d worked his way out of poverty, spending time in the military and navigating his way through college. His stint as a tattoo artist and a male stripper had made that work quite eventful. Those details certainly didn’t fit the profile of the man they wanted their daughter to marry.
Then again, Anna hadn’t cared for any of the men they wanted for her. Unlike her two older sisters, she’d never fit in with her affluent surroundings. She didn’t care for country clubs, fancy schools, and debutant balls. She’d spent her teen years sneaking off to punk rock concerts, getting drunk in dive bars, and hooking up with men her parents never liked. It got her into a lot of trouble. She’d even run away at one point. But she never became the prim and proper daughter they wanted.
And Trevor was genuinely grateful for that. If she had become that woman, they never would’ve met. She never would’ve hooked up with him while he was working as a tattoo artist upstate. She never would’ve pushed him to reassess his perspective on life. He’d spent so much time just trying to escape poverty that he forgot, at times, to work on building a better life. Anna was now part of that effort. Being with her made him a better man. And it helped her become her own woman.
It also helped that she still retained that rebellious side of her that developed in her youth. It was part of what drew him to her. It also played a major role in how their love had blossomed.
“It’ll be okay,” Trevor told her, finally breaking the silence. “We’re already in a less affluent zip code.”
“I can tell. The air already smells less stifling,” she commented.
“And I really think we made some progress,” he added. “They didn’t outright despise me. And your mom stopped calling me your latest fling.”
“Only after being engaged for three months,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“Sure, they’re never going to treat me like your sisters’ husbands. I’m not going to run an investment bank or sit on the board of some media company. But I can still make a damn good living making custom cars. And you’ve come a long way with your art studio.”
“If only happy, fulfilling careers were enough for them.”
“That, we’ll never change. But at the very least, I think I’ve convinced them of how much I love you. Hell, I put on this fancy suit and you wore that gaudy dress for that restaurant we went to. We played by all their rules and jumped through all their hoops.”
“And it still might not be enough,” Anna groaned. “No matter how much we put on happy faces for them and be who they want us to be, they’ll never be satisfied.”
“Well, at this point, that’s all on them,” Trevor said reassuringly. “We’re getting married. We’ve made that clear. How we got to this point…I mean, I might not be the way they wanted.”
“We had sex in the back alley of a tattoo parlor less than two hours after we met,” Anna reminded him. “Trust me. That was not how they think a traditional romance should unfold.”
“Too late,” he shrugged. “We had sex many more times after that. We eventually fell in love. And we’re going to build a life together. Sure, it’s not going to be rich or fancy like them. But it’ll be ours. Isn’t that all that matters?”
She turned from the window and cast him an emotional gaze. Her lips quivered and her eyes watered with tears. At first, Trevor worried he’d said something wrong. But then, she smiled and leaned over across the seat, clinging to his arm even as he drove down a winding road.
“Yes. It matters a lot,” she said, her words choked by emotion. “But it shouldn’t! We shouldn’t have to put on fancy clothes and pretend we’re upper-class yuppie types, just to get my parents off our backs.”
“Well, if that’s what I have to do to marry the woman I love…so be it,” he said confidently.
Her smile widened. She squeezed his arm tighter and held back a sob.
Anna often got emotional, especially whenever her parents came up. It wasn’t just that they were overbearing and controlling, although that was a big part of the issue. They did so much to restrain her, ever since she was a child. She’d told him stories about how she’d been locked in her room for hours on end with the electricity cut off. There was even a case where her sister caught her kissing a boy outside school and she had all her phone privileges revoked for two weeks. It was one thing to have strict rules, but Anna’s parents took it to another level.
It wasn’t until Anna left home that she could just vent freely. Granted, that did get her into trouble a few times and got her caught up with questionable people. But it eventually led her to him. And he did plenty to help her vent what her parents did so much to repress.
He still helped her to this day. Just being near him seemed to bring out the caged spirit within her. That spirit also had a frisky side. While clinging to his arm, Anna slipped a hand down between his legs. That garnered a reaction, his body reminding him that he and Anna hadn’t had sex all weekend.
“You do so much for me. You’re so good for me,” Anna said to him, her every word laced with affection. “And I want to be just as good for you.”
“You already are. Even when you try to be bad,” Trevor said, gripping the steering wheel tighter.
“Who says I’m trying?”
A mischievous undertone mixed in with heavy emotion. Along with her tone came bolder actions. She started rubbing his dick through his slacks. It also happened to be the one pair of nice dress slacks he owned, which weren’t that comfortable to begin with. Now, he suddenly had a growing boner to contend with. That made focusing on the road harder. But he and Anna never did things the hard way.
“Anna…” he said, trying to keep his eyes on the road.
“We usually have sex every weekend…often more than once,” Anna reminded him. “This is the first time in over a year that we haven’t. And being in my parents’ house, we couldn’t even sneak in a kiss…let alone a quickie.”
Trevor hadn’t forgotten, either. It had been quite jarring, going an entire long weekend without having sex with his fiancé. Anna had always been a very sexual woman. And his sex drive was above average, even for a healthy man. More than one ex-girlfriend had claimed it was too high.
Anna was the first woman he’d ever been with that dared to be as horny as him. And they relished that shared horniness. It made for an exciting and active sex life. Having to temper it for an entire long weekend had been difficult. Trevor had even been tempted to sneak into her room a few times, but her parents were just too vigilant. He thought they could make up for it when they got home. But, with an hour-long drive ahead of them, that didn’t seem feasible anymore.
“All my life, I’ve been scolded for being so horny,” Anna said. “I swear my parents would scold a nun for her dirty thoughts. It’s a good thing they don’t know how much sex I’ve had since high school.”
“You think they know how much sex we’ve had?” he quipped.
“Believe me. If they did, they’d faint in horror.”
She started nibbling on his ear, a tell-tale sign that she getting wet. She also rubbed his groin harder, not caring that the roads were somewhat narrow and a storm was rolling in. But Trevor could only be so careful around his horny fiancé.
As they drove just outside the limits of her parents’ suburban locale, they entered a darkened stretch of road. There wasn’t much in terms of development, other than a few parking lots for construction crews working on a nearby development. And at this hour, they were empty.
Seeing this, while also surmising that Anna wasn’t going to let up, he made a snap decision. While there were plenty of reasons to get home quickly before the storm rolled in, the reasonable part of his brain had gone mute. He had a horny fiancé next to him at the moment. Other faculties took over.
“If we’re going to be scolded like that…fuck it!” he said.
Then, in a move that surprised his lover – and probably made her more horny, in the process – he hooked the wheel to the right and pulled the car into one of the vacant parking lots. The tires screeched at the sudden turn, but only briefly. His heart now racing and his blood flowing hot with desire, he pulled the car behind a large dumpster and parked it.
The engine then went silent. A tense, but heated silence fell over them. Anna then shot him a distinct glance. There was that distinct glance of hers – the one he hadn’t seen for three straight days. Gone was the formality, etiquette, and decorum. In its place, he saw that seductive, adventurous woman he’d fallen in love with.
“The back seat,” she said, her voice erotically charged.
Trevor couldn’t unbuckle the seatbelt fast enough. Anna did the same before racing him into the back, not caring in the slightest about wrinkled clothes or disheveled hair. They’d had enough of that. They longed for something raw and dirty.
Anna must have wanted it more because she beat him to the backseat. Along the way, she had already started to undress. She practically tore off the top part of her blouse, exposing the overpriced bra she had underneath that she clearly found uncomfortable. Trevor was more than happy to help her get rid of it, unclasping it from the front before slipping it off.
“Finally!” she said, relieved and impassioned. “I’m sick of hiding my boobs.”
“Speak for yourself,” Trevor said, grinning at the sight of her fleshy mounds.
“Shut up and get naked! I’m just as sick of you hiding that big, juice dick.”
That was the first bit of vulgarity she’d uttered since Friday morning. It was like sweet, sexy music to his ears. It got his heart racing and his blood flowing, especially in his lower body. He’d spent all this time, keeping his penis in check. Now that the restraints were off, it sprang to life a restless soldier ready for action.
Again, Anna beat him to the bunch. Before he could even reach for his belt, she pinned him to the seat, straddled his lap, and undid his pants. She had that eager, focused look in her eyes. She was already licking her lips in anticipation, so hungry for him, his sex, and his love. Trevor gladly led her take care of his pants. He began working on his tie and itchy dress shirt, which he fumbled with awkwardly. But, luckily for him, Anna was too horny to care.
“Damn fancy clothes! Why are they so hard to get off?” Trevor cursed.
“Good things are worth waiting for…working for…and pining for,” Anna said, having already revealed his boxers.
Those would’ve been wise words had she not sounded like a full-blown nymphomaniac. But Trevor didn’t care complain. He was more than happy to let his love make her point.
And she chose to make it by roughly pulling his pants and boxers down to his ankles, allowing his erect dick to pop free. His shirt was only half-unbuttoned and his tie was only partially undone. But she didn’t wait for him to get everything off. She just shifted her body within he confines of the back seat, her knees now propped on the other seat with her head facing his crotch at a perpendicular angle. Trevor didn’t have to move at all from his seated position. He just had to lean back and watch his horny fiancé dive for his cock, hungrily taking nearly his entire length between her lips.
“Ohhh fuck!” Trevor exclaimed blissfully, finally letting the profanity fly once more. “I missed this…your soft lips on my cock.”
“Mmm…I missed it too. I missed your big, delicious cock!” Anna purred after getting her first taste.
“Even after just three days?”
“Yep!” was all she said before taking his length again.
Trevor didn’t question her sincerity. His love did plenty to make her point by giving him one of her famous blowjobs.
She was always so thorough, skillfully sliding her tongue along the length of his shaft while bobbing her head in a steady rhythm. She also made sure to use both hands, squeezing the base with one hand while fondling his balls with the other. Anna, having grown up in such a strict environment, had a talent for channeling her pent-up desires into every intimate act. That included oral sex.
“Yes! Just like that, Anna! Just like that!” he grunted.
Trevor stopped unbuttoning his shirt. He just ran his fingers through his lover’s now-disheveled hair and soaked in the wonderous sensations that followed. It felt so good, the slithering warmth of her lips and tongue. It got his member aching with desire, hungry for all the sex they had been denied for the past three days.
And, in the interest of aligning their desires fully, Trevor turned his attention towards the opposing seat. There, Anna’s perfectly round butt was arched upwards. If someone had gazed in from the other passenger window, they would’ve gotten a clear view of her underwear. Showing some friskiness of his own, she snaked his arm around her said and slipped his hand down the front of her panties.
That earned him a handful of a wet, fully aroused pussy. Trevor swore he could smell her arousal in the car, which was already feeling hot and muggy.
“Mmf!” Anna moaned in approval, her reaction muffled by his cock in her mouth.
“Damn! You’re so wet,” Trevor said to her. “I’m never one to interrupt a blowjob, but…”
He purposefully let his words trail off, trusting Anna to fill in the blanks. To further lessen the ambiguity, he skillfully unzipped the back of her skirt. That got the message across loud and clear. And his love responded in kind.
Shooting him another lurid look, Anna gave his member one last lick before shooting up from the seat. She then swiftly slid off her skirt and underwear, even kicking off her expensive heels in the process. That left her completely naked, finally free of the fancy clothes she hated wearing. She now had the look of a caged animal that had escaped her confines, albeit one who happened to be very horny.
“Come here, handsome!” Anna said, sounding both aggressive and seductive.
Again, Trevor didn’t have to move from where he sat. She just grabbed him by the neck, straddled his lap, and aligned her moist opening with the tip of his penis. Instincts and passion took over from there. His half-undone tie still hanging from his neck, Trevor grasped her waist and locked eyes with her.
“I want you,” he said to her, his love for her showing alongside his lust.
“Then, do it. Take me!” Anna urged him.
Trevor didn’t hesitate for a nanosecond. Taking the initiative, he pulled her into kiss before using his grip on her waist to push her down onto his cock. She further supplemented that effort, thrusting her hips downward to unite their aroused bodies.
And after the longest of long weekends, they were doing it. He and Anna were having sex. His hardened manhood penetrated her moist womanhood, the resulting sensations coursing through them like an overflowing dam. And from there, several days of pent-up sexual energy came pouring out.
“Yes! Yes! Ohhh Trevor!” Anna panted.
“Anna…” gasped Trevor.
She rode him hard, building up to the fervent sexual rhythm they both so loved. It was even a bit rougher than usual. Anna was so aggressive with her kissing, nibbling on his lower lip and raking her manicured nails around his neck. Trevor put more strength into his movements, squeezing her waist hard and thrusting his hips upward so that he penetrated deep with every movement. It also made her breasts jiggle to the rhythm, which was always a nice bonus.
As their sex intensified, their shared body heat spread throughout the car. Combined with the muggy evening air, it made the inside feel like a sauna. The rear windows soon became fully fogged. Even if anyone did happy to pass by their car, they would only see the faint outline of their naked bodies. They never would’ve seen the fully spectacle of two horny lover’s going at it.
“We’re really doing this,” Trevor told her, whispering into her ear through labored panting. “We’re making love…in the backseat…of a car.”
“Mmm…so hot,” she purred.
“Someone…could see us,” he added. “They could just walk up…look inside…and see us…naked and humping.”
“Yes…they could,” Anna conceded.
“And that excites you, doesn’t it?”
“Yes!”
“Say it louder!” he urged her.
“Yes! It excites me!” she shouted.
That just made it hotter. Anna Redman, a woman who had been so reserved and mannerly all weekend, was doing something so naughty with him. And she admitted she loved it. She’d always had a naughty side, but had gone to great lengths to hide it. He was one of the few she’d ever shared with it. That made their love and their passion special.
That added bit of excitement also got Anna to channel more of her naughty side. While riding his cock, she somehow found a way to undo his tie and get his dress shirt off, which had since become half-soaked by his sweat. Now as naked as her, she showed off some of her kinks, leaning into lick his nipples while skillfully working her hips to really intensify their sex.
Trevor, now happy to be free of those fancy clothes, just leaned back and let his lover do her thing. He just kept supplementing every movement with his powerful arms, drawing out every sweet sensation from their sex. Eventually, the blissful pressure had built up enough to get them to the brink of orgasm.
And once again, Anna was a step ahead of him. Trevor could already feel it, the subtle squeak in her moans and the extra tightness in her pussy. She was about to come.
“Oooh I’m close, Trevor! I’m really…really close!” Anna panted.
She was already past the point of no return. It usually didn’t take much to make Anna come in the first place. But being stuck at home for three days, denied any form of sexual relief, the orgasm hit her extra hard.
“I’m gonna…I’m gonna…oohhh God!”
She let out a long, sustained cry of ecstasy that left Trevor’s ears ringing. The acoustics of the car made it an even greater spectacle than usual. He eagerly took it all in, still holding his lover’s waist while she writhed in ecstasy.
She was so animated, her hips and torso trembling while her toes curled. She even leaned back while still clinging to his neck, giving him a perfect view of her O-face. He loved that look, born of both passion and desire. Being able to give it to her just made their sex that much more satisfying.
“Trevor, my darling,” Anna purred, her voice trembling with orgasmic delight. “You know just how to treat a girl…when she’s extra horny.”
“Thanks,” he said with a cocky grin. “But I know how you can return the favor.”
She was still short of breath, her body reeling from such an intense orgasmic rush. But she still had enough strength and passion to shoot him that naughty look again. That confirmed they were still on the same page, even in their lurid state of being.
“Do what you have to do,” Anna told him.
“Ah the sweetest words a horny man can hear!” he said.
With an eager grin, Trevor let his own inner nymphomaniac take hold. Like a man possessed, he drew his naked lover back into an embrace, wrapping his powerful arms around her sweaty body. He then lifted her up briefly, her legs locked around his waist, and readjusted their bodies.
Feeling bold, as well as horny, he turned Anna around and got her on all fours. She had that perfect ass pointed right at her, her pussy still visibly wet and dripping with feminine juices. In the confines of the backseat, she had to lean up against the passenger door for support. But he still had enough room to get into position behind her, align his pelvis with her butt, and thrust his still-erect penis back into her vagina.
Once he felt that tight flesh around his member, Trevor eagerly hammered away. He humped her hard and fast, his pelvis smacking loudly against her butt as he pushed for his own release. It further added to the muggy heat in the car, fogging the windows up even more and covering their bodies with more sweat. It was so hot and humid, the thick sent of sex becoming concentrated in such a small area.
That awakened a special excitement within Trevor, getting him to a rare place of impassioned ecstasy. He felt his climax coming strong. He wanted and craved it like never before. As it neared, he took her hands in his and interlocked their fingers. He then squeezed them firmly as he held on.
“I’m ready, Anna! I’m…gonna…come!” He told her.
“Mmm…do it, love! I want it…for you…for us,” she said to him.
Trevor grinned intently, closing his eyes and delivering the last round of focused thrusts. Her inner folds squeezed his member with their tight warmth, inviting him to join her in the pleasure she had just shared. He finally caught up, pushing through that final threshold before achieving that special sensual peak.
It hit him every bit as hard, the past three days of intimate deprivation having affected him as well. He leaned over, buried his face in her shoulder, and squeezed her hand tightly as he climaxed inside her. Hot streams of his masculine fluids mixed perfectly with her feminine juices, creating a special warmth within her.
It was their love and lust taking a tangible form, hot feelings becoming real. Along with that release, waves of warm bliss coursed through him, like a blanket of ecstasy wrapping around him. After the cold personality of Anna’s parents, he more than welcomed that feeling. And Anna gladly shared it with him, turning her head and kissing his lips softly as he processed the wondrous feeling.
“I love you…you dirty, sexy minx,” Trevor told her.
“I love you too…you handsome, sexy stud,” Anna said.
“Can you believe what we just did?”
“Yeah…I definitely can,” she laughed.
“Me too. But still…the back seat of a car?”
“I know. But when you’re in love, horny as hell, and spending long weekends with my parents…well, what did you expect?”
They shared a good laugh and kissed again. Still short of breath and swimming in post-coital bliss, Trevor withdrew from her and collapsed into one of the passenger seats. Anna, still naked and covered in sweat, eagerly curled up next to him. She didn’t mind that her hair was a mess, her makeup was smeared, and she smelled like a slutty prom date. She had a beaming smile, one that reflected a side of her that she never got to show with her family.
Anna was a horny woman with a dirty mind.
Trevor was a horny man who’d wasted his youth on women who couldn’t keep up with him.
Somehow, they found each other. And them having sweaty, dirty sex in the backseat of a car less than five miles from her parents’ house was a perfect testament to why their love was so strong.
“We’d better get moving,” Trevor sighed. “Someone really could walk by, see our car, and get curious.”
“You’re right,” she said, “they could.”
“For all we know, your parents could feel like going for a late-night drive, see our car, and catch us like this…all naked and sweaty.”
“Yep. They could. They never have, but they definitely could…just to mess with me.”
Another heavy silence fell over them. And once again, Anna shot him that sexy, seductive look.
“But we’re not going to,” Trevor said, taking her in his arms again. “We’re going to do it again, enjoy the hell out of it, and drive back home bare-ass naked!” “Shut up and kiss me, babe. This backseat ain’t gonna rock itself!”
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Sexy Short Story: The Good Stuff
The following is a sexy short story that I wrote with the help of NovelAI. Enjoy!
It had been three months since Irene Mason had sex. It ended up being the three longest months of her adult life. She’d been with her boyfriend-turned-husband, Ezekiel “Zeke” Mason, since her junior year of high school. And after they first had sex during spring break that year, they became very fond of all all things intimate, affectionate, and even lurid. Irene had surprised herself by how much she enjoyed sex. And the more she and Zeke did it, the better they got at it.
Even after nearly ten years together, they still made love regularly. They made it a point to do it once a week. But they had to stop for three whole months while Zeke worked remotely with a film crew in Europe on a movie while she remained in the United States, working an investment firm. They called and texted each other regularly. Irene even sent him a picture of her in lingerie to remind him of what waited for him when he got home.
That still didn’t make the wait any less agonizing. Even lonely nights with a vibrator weren’t cutting it anymore. Irene needed sex. She needed to make love to her husband. She needed the good stuff they did when they just tore each other’s clothes off and went at it.
Finally, on the day he got back, Irene was almost too restless to plan anything. She didn’t think she could wait that long. She didn’t even know how tired Zeke would be when he got home. But as soon as he walked in the front door, arriving at just a few minutes before midnight, he threw his arms around her as eagerly as she did him.
“God, I missed you,” Irene said, her eyes filling with tears.
“Me, too,” Zeke said.
Their lips met in a heavy kiss. Hands roamed and their tongues began to swirl. The kissing and lasted nearly a full minute as they stood there in the foyer. Then, just as Zeke began to pull Irene’s shirt up her torso, he felt her unbuckle his belt and unfasten his jeans.
“Upstairs. Bedroom!” Irene said.
Zeke didn’t protest. He scooped his wife into his arms and carried her upstairs. Their lips stayed glued together as Zeke carried her to the bedroom and kicked the door shut behind them. After laying her down on the bed, he swiftly stripped her down to her underwear, fully removing her shirt before taking off her shoes and jeans. While Irene slipped out of her bra, he messily took off his own shirt, pants, and sneakers. Now in just his underwear, He got right back on top of her, kissing her again.
The kissing, touching, and groping escalated quickly. Irene wrapped her legs around him and pulled him close. They both moaned. Her hips bucked and she could feel the growing bulge in his boxer briefs.
“I can’t wait any longer!” Irene gasped.
“Me neither,” Zeke said.
Irene lifted her butt off the mattress and slid off her panties. Zeke followed her lead and yanked off his underwear. His cock stood straight up, hard and thick, as he knelt between her thighs. Irene reached down and began stroking it with one hand. She used her other hand to caress his balls.
“So warm. So soft,” Irene sighed.
“You feel so good. I love your hands,” Zeke groaned.
“You feel like you want me. Are you ready for me?” Irene asked.
“Yes!” Zeke said.
Irene pulled him closer. “Then take me. I need you!”
Zeke moved over her and guided his cock into her pussy. He entered her slowly and they both gasped at the sensations that followed. Irene bit her lip. She let her head fall back on the pillows and she moaned loudly.
“Oh god, yes!” Irene groaned.
Zeke pushed all the way into her and held himself there. His arms wrapped around her and their lips met again in a passionate kiss. Irene’s hands stroked his muscular back. As their mouths stayed locked together, Zeke slowly began to thrust. Irene let out a low, throaty moan and squeezed his cock.
“Mmm, that feels so good!” Zeke moaned.
Zeke thrust into her again, harder and faster than the first time. Then he did it again. He was soon pounding into her hard and fast, three months of lonely nights venting in a focused outburst of desire. Irene moaned and whimpered. Her body shook and she tightened her hold on him.
“Ah, yes! Don’t stop!” Irene groaned.
Heeding her cries, his pace increased. He kept thrusting into her. The pleasure grew stronger. His hips were moving so fast that they were practically a blur. Irene’s moaning became a little higher pitched. Her hands were clawing his back.
“I’m…getting close,” Zeke whispered.
“Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” Irene begged.
Zeke was going to climax soon. He wanted her to climax with him. With his hips still bucking against hers, Zeke snaked his hands down her body and pressed a finger against her clit. Irene’s eyes widened and she began to scream. He could feel her walls clenching and her body was shaking.
“Ohhh!” Irene wailed.
Zeke came right as Irene did. Her toes curled, her back arched, and she moaned in delight as his hot seed poured into her. They kissed as they came together. He was still inside her and holding her close when they both finished.
“I love you so much,” Irene whispered.
“I love you, too,” Zeke said.
“It’s so good to have you back,” she added.
“It’s so good to be back,” Zeke replied.
They kissed again and then Zeke rolled over and pulled her into his arms. Irene smiled as she lay there, her head on his chest.
“Welcome home, babe,” Irene said.
“It’s good to be home,” Zeke said, “and with you…sharing this…the good stuff.”
“Mmm…the good stuff. I missed it too!”
And with that, Irene and Zeke’s dry spell was over.
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