Spree Of Horny Glee

“does that feel good baby?” you nod. “i know it does. of course it would, you love it when i touch you like this.” you nod— of course you do, you cant get enough of it. his fingers circle your wet cunt, barely dipping in.

“pleeease,” you beg, hips floating upwards, trying to get more movement. the fingers leave— “nooooo, dont…”

“you take what i give and no more.” your hips are back on the bed in seconds, youre too needy to resist. “good girl.” a shiver.

the fingers return, and they start stretching you, and god, its like youve been waiting your whole life. youre so empty, too empty, focusing on the pleasure only empties your head out, leaving you even emptier.

“tell me the truth baby. youre not a lesbian, are you?” you whine again, hiding your face in the pillows. he only takes your chin and his hand and brings your focus to his eyes. “uh uh, you don’t get to hide, you gotta tell me baby. are you a lesbian? or were you just being ditzy, hmm?”

“i— i’m a leshahhhhh—“ you tried to fight, but then he thumbed at your clit and the words melted.

“what was that? you’re a what?”

“i—i— imma… im not a lesbiann.” another finger. “ffuckkfuck sir!”

“what a good girl, you’re not a lesbian, you’re right! there are a few thoughts left in that head. tell me baby, what are you?”

“mmmphgghimmm…” the fingers left, nooo, “m’too emptyy, nooo.” he shushes you, giggling a bit. everything feels so hot and ready to burst.

“so cute, so dumb. this might help jog your memory.”

fuckohmy god, finally, the emptiness in your cunt was gone. you felt his breath on your neck, you moaned and gasped, clawing for more. it felt too good.

“oh my godimnot a lesbian— im— im not a lesbian sir!” you gasped as he finally began thrusting. “im yours!! im your toy im made for your cockineed it i need youpleasee pleaseplease please…” the babbling continued, but you didnt really know what you were saying. you only knew it was true. a hand ran through your hair as you melted.

I love this dress

Voltando um pouco no tempo,me lembro quando abandonei a escola para trabalhar em um sítio na velha estrada do Joá,era o último da rua, só tinha saída para um lado,uma bela estradinha na mata onde eu ia de manhã e só voltava a tardinha,nessa rua toda eu só encontrava um velhinho de chapéu limpando a beira da rua,como vinha na hora do almoço o encontrava sempre perto do bambuzal, nunca nos falamos,mas dávamos sempre um aceno de cabeça, mesmo porque não tirava minhas mãos do guidão da bicicleta,eu era bem jovem ainda quinze anos,mas vinha sempre cabrero pois tinham muitas histórias sobre sacis,mulas sem cabeça, curupiras,caiporas e Iaras mãe d'água naquela região, Deus me livre cruzar com qualquer assombração,encontrar aquele senhor era um alívio ao meu coração, quando não o encontrava era um sufoco cruzar a ponte ,medo que a Iara aparecesse e me puxasse para dentro do rio,o medo do saci então toda vez que ouvia um assobio,era tenso,mas no ano seguinte voltei para escola e larguei o serviço,o dono vendeu o sítio e não quis trabalhar com o novo proprietário,no segundo dia voltando para casa vi um aviso no poste,era a foto de um senhor que o filho procurava a sete anos,o mesmo velhinho que eu via todos os dias,contei para meu pai e ele ligou para o rapaz que logo veio,mostrei o lugar, procurando acharam um chapéu já todo encardido,era igual ao do velho, mas muito mais velho,quase se desfazendo,veio a família do senhor com policiais florestais e cães para rastrear,dizem que em um ponto da mata só acharam os ossos de uma pessoa,e pelas vestes era o mesmo senhor,no meu bairro tinha uma lenda sobre o sete buracos,um homem que aparecia em vários lugares sempre parado,de chapéu e roupa preta de chuva, depois veio a notícia que a causa da morte era porquê uma onça cravara os dentes no pescoço do moço, enquanto ele procura plantas medicinais,depois desse dia nunca mais tive medo de assombrações e monstros,porque elas não nos podem fazer mal algum, aquele velho me deu alento nas tardes em que eu tive mais medo.

You find yourself awake, standing in the middle of an endlessly winding white corridor. It's sterile, lined with glistening white tile and seemingly infinite sprawl of metal doors. It's cold and disorienting. The overhead lights are so bright and overwhelming, only worsened by the sickening electric buzz reverberating down the hall's infinite acoustics. You have no idea who you are or how you got here. It was just a black void, and now this...

Endless nothingness. Doors that go nowhere. Trapped.

"You must be so fearful, my child... Don't worry, it will all be over soon."

A calming, feminine voice echoes down the endless hall, feeling you with ease, until from behind you, a loud THUNK echoes as the fluorescent lights start to show off behind you, each second another one shutting off.

THUNK

THUNK

THUNK

You start to run. Picking up speed as the endless void of the hall chases you down each second, every time it gets closer, you hear echoes of memories fading. Are they yours? They feel like yours...

Children playing outside?

THUNK. Gone.

First Kiss?

THUNK. Gone.

Friends. Family. Lovers.

THUNK. THUNK. THUNK. All Gone.

As quickly as the memories come, they vanish. Who are you? What is happening? You keep running until suddenly you see an exit...

GLOWING PINK LIGHT?! THIS IS IT!! THIS IS THE WAY OUT!!

As everything behind you is submerged in darkness, you somehow make it out of a seemingly endless hallway...

BOOM!

Suddenly, you are in a place that looks somewhat familiar, but all the memories are faded like someone set fire to a photo album, and all the pictures are melted and damaged.

You are on your knees with a beautiful, ethereal woman standing over you with a warm smile, with many others watching the display as well.

"Where am I? What's going on?" you ask fearfully. "Who am I?"

She gives a soft, comforting chuckle before resting her soft, euphoria-inducing hand on your chin and guiding your eyes to meet hers.

"You are a beloved child of our home. I saved you from the void that dwelled inside your chest, and I am here to give you a new purpose, a new life, one with no pain and unlimited love. All I ask is for your undying worship, or you can face..."

She pauses, and you look up at her with big, helpless doe eyes. Her beauty is mesmerizing. You are speechless, so you simply nod and start to drool slightly, but something takes you out of the moment... a buzzing... a screaming...? You listen to it, and it says: "DON'T DO IT!! PLEASE FIGHT BACK!! YOU HAVE TO FIGHT IT!!"

Your heart rate starts to jump as fragments of memories get thrown to the forefront of your mind, but just before you can pull away and fight it, she finishes her sentence-

"OBLIVION."

One word and the humming stops, the screaming stops, it's peaceful. It's euphoric. All resistance vanished from the body as the person who once was is dead and buried somewhere in a collapsed psyche.

She opens her mouth and speaks again, all of her words reverberating even stronger in your mind than before.

"Who are you, darling~?"

She hums this question in a sing-songy tone, and you can't help but smile in return and give her exactly what she's looking for.

"I am a beloved child of your house. I will grant you undying worship."

I paused in the doorway of the kitchen, my silk robe slipping just a little off one shoulder, revealing the curve of my breast barely contained by the thin lace bra underneath. The air felt thick between us, charged with that unspoken heat I'd been teasing all morning. Your words hung there—'Mom, can you stop walking around half-dressed like that?'—and I caught the flush creeping up your neck, the way your eyes darted to my thighs where the robe ended high, exposing smooth skin.

Turning slowly, I let my hips sway as I faced you, one hand tugging idly at the tie of my robe without really closing it. 'Oh, sweetie,' I murmured, my voice low and husky, laced with that playful edge I knew drove you crazy. 'Is it really that distracting? I mean, it's just us here at home. No need to be so... uptight.' I stepped closer, the fabric whispering against my legs, and I could see your gaze flicker down again, lingering on the shadow between my breasts.