#sciapod scribes

And he’s the type who’d praise me and tell me that I’m great, that I’m awesome however much I’ll undoubtedly be weeping, making his shirt all wet and black with mascara and he’d pet my hair and rub my back and remind me that in his eyes, in his world, I’m a goddess … and I’d get all awkward and touched and weird and he’d say something funny too, I think, and make me laugh in the middle of my sobbing and that’s when he’d pull me out of the embrace and he’d kiss me and I’d finally feel how plush and soft his lips are. And I don’t know, will they be too soft? How will his tongue be? I hope it will be perfect. Neither too pointy and hard nor too soft and fat, you know? The man’s in the culinary industry so I assume he knows what a well balanced piece of meat is, whichever muscle it may be and however it’s served, right?

And that’d be the day where I hope I’ll be wearing a skirt or dress of sorts so he can haul me up in those strong arms, push my back against a wall and hold me there with my legs around his waist and our lips together again and we’d kiss until my panties are drenched and I’d start dry humping him until he unzips his pants and pushes my panties to the side and –oh God I hope he has a thick cock– I want him to push to get it in, despite how wet and welcoming I’d be. And I’d be a horny and sobbing mess and I’d want him so bad and he’d want me too, he’d want me to be his Goddess and he’d want me to almost take control – almost because he’d be fucking me with all the might he can muster and he’d want me to run my nails into the flesh of his back, gripping him as he fucks me and he’d want me to grip him by the neck too, choke him a little, tease him with some breath play and he’d moan so freaking much and he’d almost cum just then and I’d let go and just stroke his throat with my nails so softly and gently, as gently as I can as he continues to screw me into the wall, making my spine almost punch through my skin from all the vigorous rubbing but I wouldn’t care, I’d just want more and more and more. More.

Their naked bodies were dewy and hot after sex. They sat on the couch, regaining breath. She had her back turned toward him and collected her hair to one side of her neck. He leaned forward to kiss her on the other, then stroked her shoulder.

“You have a beautiful back.”

“Oh,” she replied, looking back at him, “how come?”

“It's strong,” he said, “Defined.”

She smiled. “Thank you. I work out a lot.”

“Do you?” he asked with a chuckle. She turned away again.

“What kind of workout?”

“I like lifting heavy things,” she said, then waited for his reaction. He only smiled, so she continued.

“Weights and stuff. I also run. But it's mostly just the old school kind.”

“You keep surprising me,” he said and snaked his arms around her, tugging her toward him.

“Well…” she began, not really knowing where to take the conversation. “I do it because it reminds me that I can do hard things,” she thought, but didn't have the courage to speak out loud.

You’re lying in bed sprawled on your back, finally having caught your breath. Slightly dozed off but your fingers have found their way between your legs – to your crotch. Your craving and lust for Tom is a never-ending-story and despite how ravaged your folds are, you still want more, so you touch yourself while he’s out to get breakfast. Gently, ever so gently … it doesn’t take long for you to get moist, so you spread your lust-oil around your lips, soothing yourself.

He comes back … sees you lying there, gently caressing your entrance. He chuckles and asks if he can take a quick picture of you.

“Wait, what?”

Looking down at yourself, you see that the t-shirt you’re wearing spells “FUCK” across your chest. The entire text says “FUCK BIEBER”, but right now, it’s only the word “FUCK” that’s visible and legible, perfectly mimicking your bodily state of content. Your lips curl to a grin at this realization and you grab a pillow to cover your sex and throw an arm over your eyes just in time for the flash from his phone to capture your spiritual essence.

Lifting your arm again to look, you see him place the phone on a shelf and walk up to the edge of the bed. In one swift move, he grabs you by a leg and hauls you over, then tosses the pillow covering you to the floor.

A moment after he gently pushes two fingers into your mouth. Instinctively, you lick them wet. Then he leads them to your 👇 lower lips and begins to carefully caress your clit. Nice and smooth but quickly gaining speed.

Lust has quickly filled in you both. He leans in and you grab him around the neck, pulling him close. As your lips meet in a starved kiss, your hands run through his hair, fisting it and pulling it slightly, making him moan ... His plump, open lips hovering just above yours … His dick pushes vigorously against your sex, not entering though, just sliding between your folds …

Moaning in unison to feel each other again, you run your hands down the back of his neck, over his bulging traps, feeling his skin getting warmer the further down his hoodie you reach.

“Fuck me, Tom!” you basically preach.

He proceeds.

“You’re so fucking tight! We JUST had sex and once again, I almost can’t fit!”

You look kinda worried at that, but shake if off, because … well, it’s a good thing, isn't it?

Taking one leg up over his shoulder – so deep.

Both legs up – so tight.

URGH.

You: Quivering, shaking, pulling your own hair.

Him: Groaning, grunting, moaning.

Oh the SOUNDS. Also the ones you make, which mainly range from “OH GOD,” to “OH FUCK” to “FUCKING HELL,” and “FUCK ME,” etc.

At some point he leans forward and you kiss. Deeply, passionately, ruffling his short hair, caressing his beard, oh, his beard and jaw and chin and … urgh, just his pretty face and strong neck and traps. You dig your nails into his skin.

Then he sits up, turns you around on all four. Fucks you like that. He pushes your face down. Fucks you harder. Deeper. You’re moaning nonsense into another pillow. He fists your hair, pulling your face free from there.

“Let the neighbors learn my name, darling.”

“FUck, TOM!!” And so it goes …

Holding you now on your shoulders, halfway around your neck, thrusting deep and hard into you, his balls slapping against your clit – it’s too much.

“Fuck?!” He grunts, with a slightly different tone than before …

“What?!” panik in your voice.

“Oh, you’re just squirting all over me, babe. So fucking hot.”

And he growls, pushing you down into the mattress again, but pulling your face free – fucking you even more vigorously. [Somewhere in there he complains that you’re “pushing him out”, so he proceeds to fuck you with even more effort.]

After some time like this, you’re both drenched in various bodily fluids. He hauls you up to stand on your knees, his shaft still buried deep. You lay your head back on his shoulder and run a hand through his hair. The other lands on his hip, stabilizing your shaking corpse body. The sudden change in position makes you dizzy. He kisses you and whispers in your ear, but you’re so dazed that you don’t understand what he’s saying. Maybe he’s just whispering grunts?

He runs his hands down the front of your body, rubs your clit just to make you quiver all over again. He chuckles, then runs his fingers up along your sweaty body again, thrusting into you ever so slightly … feeling your stomach, breasts … he gives them a little squeeze, then continues up to your throat. He gives it a squeeze as well … one of his hands stays there, holding firmly just under your jaw, holding your face up lightly. His other hand reaches around your chest. Then he asks, “Are you up for more?”

“Just … the last bit. To get me down.”

He pulls out and lies down on his back. You lie down on top of him, his still slightly hard dick pressing against your clit and you grrriiiind. Holding him tightly, arms under his back and holding onto his shoulders, breathing into his ear, you grind against him. The tip of his dick is just outside your opening, so when you grind down, you brush your lips along his shaft until your clit meets his head. His hands are firmly placed on your ass, following your rhythm, enhancing the friction. Increasing your tempo, the tension quickly builds and within what seems like hardly a minute, your entire body tenses. Keeping the grind deep, he holds you tightly in place, causing your orgasm to last longer than your mind is able to make sense of. Then finally, you ease onto him … or, well, collapse. Fuck.

“Would you like some breakfast?” he asks, but you’re already fast asleep.

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Your words still touch me and how I wish I could reach deeper, take you home, have you here.

Jagged cliff, towering rock, cut into my skin so I can't break free without scaring myself more.

Instead I linger in quiet, watching you, yearning.

The weight of you is almost too much to bear, however I insist on being strong and firm myself; relentless. Savoring the bittersweet taste, I am an addict.

We shall see, I chant to myself. What is meant for me will come to me.

This is a series of unfortunate events, yet we stole moments together and for those I am grateful.

May there be more to come and may they be fruitful; depleted of worry and remorse, but rather abound in soft joy, passion and vivid hunger for one another, the time we have lost and have yet to endure.

I will it with all of my heart and soul.

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I am a snake curled up, old skin growing tight, feeding on the warmth that you lend me as I await my moment to shed.

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The blissful sight of you The lace and soft fabrics Flowers adorning your hair You’re a sight to behold, as you lay in his bed You watch him come around As he brings the wine Just the bottle Just him in his jeans and the shirt unbuttoned And the bottle.

Hair gently flowing as he passes the open window A summer night’s breeze “Help me sleep,” he says Eyes lingering on you You notice he isn’t looking at your body, Not as he says those words It makes you confused This is your first time You don’t know what to expect How to be… the chosen

“You display such innocence,” He says, his voice croaky yet sweet “But I can’t help but wonder,” And now a finger trails your skin The hair rises on your legs where his finger left “You’re hiding something from me.” He offers you the bottle Uncertain of what to say, you take a sip “I want to see what hides within,” His warm hand slides up under the skirt of your dress, He’s edging towards the innermost part of your thighs “Show me that this innocence is a lie,” It’s confusing, his face looks so kind, “A beautiful, cunning facade,” He takes the bottle back and takes a decent drink.

He licks his lips as he watches you for a while His eyes devour every inch of your body, making your soul catch fire Moments pass by in silence, your mind is flying Thoughts scatter in your feeble brain when his eyes meets yours again

He lifts your little head up with a single finger, “You’re my innocent bird tonight, love,” And you feel your insides melt, “–but I’m determined to discover your secret.” You struggle to keep looking him in the eyes, Blinking, tears swelling forth “There,” he says, “something’s coming up,” Something’s coming up, you repeat in your mind What’s he talking about?

Before you know it he has his lips on yours The bottle’s on the table Your cheeks flush Your body swells It feels like spiders crawl your skin Is it just the wind? Or is it the magic spell he has on me?

His hand reaches behind your head He kisses you deeper It’s slow, you sense his passion Is it devotion?

He’s over you His shirt's on the floor His body hovers above Like a golden shadow embracing you

The candles flicker as he looks down Taking in the delicate, intricate patterns of your lace Then he moves He smells the skin of your chest, lingers Before sliding further down

His body is like a snake Lean and powerful Deadly and alluring You can’t help but sigh In return you hear a deep hum, “There we are,” he speaks softly His breath tickles your exposed belly Your dress is pulled up, you hadn’t even noticed The charmer, you think to yourself Looking down at him The snake charmer, you think of yourself Such naivety.

You feel a slippery, wet surface against your core Instinctively, your hands reach for his hair In the same instant, before they’re there, His hands capture yours.

“No no, little dove. This is what I was talking about, What I saw in your eyes before. You’re innocent enough, but you’ve got to trust...”

Still confused, you lessen the tension in your arms Let them come down by your sides, where he placed them His eyes are glistening above your mound Watching you “Be still for me now, little dove,” You nod and hum a wordless reply Before his eyes vanish below again.

The muscles of his shoulders and back shift as his arms snake around your legs, spreading them wide.

His movements are so smooth There seems to be music to them As if a melody or rhythm is always playing in his soul You wonder which song it is now

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Rail me, please.

Bend me over your imaginary desk and take me.

I say imaginary because you say you're an entrepreneur. For all I know, that might also be a kind of construction work, because I see your hands, big guy. 

That said, if you are the office-kinda guy, then take me on that table. Or maybe you have a table on the construction site. 

Actually just rail me anywhere, good sir. 

Let me cling to the table or wall or whatever as you hammer into me. 

For some reason I want you to finger me, although I have a feeling that you're gonna be too rough; too hard on me. But you turn me on so goddamn much, it'll be fine. You'll probably make me cum anyway. 

Well, I'm not sure if I actually believe that, but let me tell you, I'll give you the fucking blowjob of your life, how about that?

Sloppy, drilling… hah, I mean; dripping saliva and precum running down my face. You can hold my hair if you want. Hold my head still as you fuck my face. I don't mind if you do it a little violently. Actually, please do. Just fucking ram your dick down my throat. 

I don't understand, do I really have to say this to you? I thought it was a given… your neck tattoo goes well with my piercings and red hair and swollen lips.