which is why i’m labeling my blog as a word vomit blog, i’m literally just vomiting words as i go. the reason for me writing such ‘unserious’ blurbs is because i want to practice my english more as it is not my first language and i suck with words in general so writing these helps me get the ball rolling on writing my essays or serious work.

i truly did not expect these blurbs to have captured this much attention and i thank you all from the bottom of my heart for the feedback, it means a lot to me.

your shoulder is wet from sweat and ryland’s saliva all over it, not that you mind really, both of you have been going at it for hours in the sweltering bedroom despite the air conditioner being turned down to its maximum temperature. the room reeks of sex.

ryland is burying his face on your neck, his hot gasps fans against your sticky skin. he’s breathing heavily like he doesn’t know how to breathe properly, his whimpers being cut off by his own hiccups. his thighs are shaking between you but his hips haven’t stopped thrusting into you pathetically like he’s on auto pilot. 

he turned his face slightly to look up into your eyes with his tear and sweat streaked face, “i can’t- hic! i can’t do it any, anymore…” his voice is hoarse, strained from crying and letting out all the pretty sounds that you’re obsessed with.

you shifted your head so you could look down at the poor man that is pressed against your neck, you cooed at the sight as your hand instinctively found its way to his hair, carding it gently and ryland leaned into your touch like a pet snuggling against its owner.

his usual messy sandy hair is now even chaotic with strands just sticking up everywhere and wet from sweat. glassy puffy eyes, swollen lips, face still red, he looks so out of it.

you grinded down your hips to his half hard cock and he immediately buried his face into your neck more, whimpering pitifully. “didn’t you say you wanted to fill me up, baby? fill me full of your cum?” you asked softly, fingers still brushing his hair in a soothing manner.

when ryland didn’t answer, you squeezed his cock inside you and he nodded dumbly on your neck with another whimper.

“i know you can do it again, pup, for me?” you encourage ryland by moving your hips in sync with his weak thrusts, you can feel him harden again inside you, it’s so slippery due to his many orgasms dripping out of you that you have to hold the base of his cock to keep it aligned to your hole.

ryland couldn’t think anymore, his mind was long gone after his 3rd orgasm. he’s so overstimulated but he couldn’t gather the willpower to pull out of you, not when you feel so addictively good and praising him for fucking you so well. it fuels his needs of satisfying you so much more even though his whole body is screaming at him from exhaustion and pleasurable pain.

so he pants against your neck like an animal in heat, mumbling out incoherent yes, yes, yes while his thrusts turned sharper and deeper, hitting the right sensitive spots that you needed to feel.

he’s thrusting you down into the bed mindlessly, his whole body now crushing against yours. “good fucking mutt, nhh, such a good boy for me…” you moaned out, your nails digging into ryland’s arms as a particular thrust hits you just so deliciously good.

“making me feel so- good, filling me so full of you, aah,” ryland cries again as he drinks in your praises.

it’s too much, the wet squelching of the previous orgasms, lubricating his cock with an obscene glistening, the feel of your walls hugging his cock so perfectly like you were two matching puzzle pieces.

you can feel ryland tensing up already, a telltale of his climax, it was a bit early but you didn’t care, it was his nth orgasms anyways you’re not that cruel to your sweet puppy.

usually your truck’s backseat can easily cram in almost 4 people in them with maybe some small children on their laps too. but this time it felt packed with just two well-built adults tangled on top of each other like a sensual game of twister.

the backseat smelt of worn leather, sweat, gunpowder, and a hint of tobacco. the aroma combination was particularly dizzying in the heat of the middle of nowhere but none of you complained, your husband was away for way too long for you.

the moment you drove far enough away from any civilization, you took the opportunity to pounce on leon and showered him with all the love and attention he deserves, especially now that he’s cured from the infection.

one thing led to another, now leon is leaning awkwardly against the car’s door and hands gripping the seat, your orders. the open window allows a breeze to flow against his cheek, ineffectively cooling his rising temperature by the minutes. 

your hold on his hips is inhumanly strong, gripping him down to the seat like you’re trying to bury him inside the truck. leon has decades of combat against those who are not quite humans but strength wise, you’re better than him due to riding animals twice your size since you could first walk.

it also helps that your sweet husband is getting more limp in seconds. of course he would, who wouldn’t melt when their partner’s mouth is engulfing his cock like a meal for a starving person?

leon’s view of you between his thighs was obscured because of the wide rim of your cowboy hat that he didn’t bother to smack away when you put it on him like he was a rack. but that didn’t stop him from trying to buck his hips into your mouth blindly, keyword try.

you popped your mouth off his wet cock, relishing on the whimpers leon let out after. “i set the pace, you take it, ain’t that the deal?” your voice was rough from throating the man but the demanding tone was clear to him.

“being touch starved for your partner is a crime now?” leon snickered but then faltered when you mouthed his tip while jerking his base.

“your only possible crime is disobeying me. now hold still,” you swallowed leon’s whole cock in one fell swoop, eliciting a choked pornographic moan from him, you smiled with your mouth wrapped around him.

you worked him for a while, alternating between playing with his balls, sucking his slit, and then pampering his cock again. working him long enough that he’s not quite near his climax but also not edging him in a painful way.

the only sounds in the surroundings were the wind, the buzzing of the truck’s engine, and the obscene wet noise of saliva mixed with sweat and pre. leon has been holding back his moans and whimpers under his heavy breaths, which you didn’t like.

ryland is fully leaning his weight on your chest, his whole body shaking as whimpers and whines come out uncontrollably in short breaths.

“ple… please…” ryland pleads weakly as his blunt nails claw pathetically at your sweaty arm.

despite the cold air, both of you were sweating your shirts off. the logical thing to do was to take your clothes off but the on-going moment wasn’t logical in the first place so it doesn’t matter now.

“it wouldn’t be like this if you hadn’t touched yourself without permission,” you murmured boredly against his ear, chin propped on his shaking shoulder while still jerking him off in a painfully slow pace.

“m’... m’sorry… i didn’t- ah!” your hand suddenly grips his cock tight and moves at a punishing speed. enjoying the way ryland threw his head back to your shoulder, his back slightly arching off your chest as his teary eyes squeezed shut.

“finish your words, mr. grace,” you mumbled out against his neck, pressing a gentle kiss against his burning skin such a contrast to the sinful act that you are acting on the man.

“you- mmh- you were bu… busy! i didn’t… haaa… want to- ah… bother- bother y- you… aah,” it took ryland a while to finally spit out the words, he can feel his head spinning with how much he’s been denied of releasing for the last twenty minutes.

sure, he’s been edged before but not for this long and he feels like he’s going to explode if he doesn’t orgasm in the next second. his hips were bucking mindlessly, not even in sync with your hand, he just wants to come so bad.

ryland feels himself tethering on the edge for the nth time and in cue your hand is completely off him, stifling a laugh as you watch his hips thrusting into the air that was once your hand pathetically. 

you decided to rest your hand on ryland’s bare thigh, messaging its tense muscle. the poor thing couldn’t even take his pants off fully because you caught him with his pants down, literally. with how overwhelmed he is right now, he feels everything on his body is restricting, he just wants to let go.

“you used to be such a good boy for me…” you muttered condescendingly yet lovingly while fixing his crooked glasses that are now stained with tears and slightly fogged up, with your other hand. 

ryland is sniffling, he never had wanted a release in his whole life so badly. his body is now against your chest like a sack, still slightly shaking, and his fingers were still digging into your arm needingly. 

“i can… be a good boy… i am your good boy…” he babbled out, his cock twitching pitifully against the cold air. it was glistening with spit and pre under the dim warm light.