Horny Girlfriend *GL*
"I need you. I need you so bad, pretty girl."“Fuck...” I whimper and arch my back as I thrust my hips against your pillow. You’ve been gone for so long. I’ve been waiting for what feels like years. But oh, you’re so busy, busy doing fucking paperwork. Drool spills down my chin, I’ve been at this for about an hour. Nothing is fucking helping.
I’ve tried strap-ons, vibrators, the only thing that brought me close enough to an orgasm was my fingers but still, nothing is fucking working. So here I am, rubbing my pussy against your now fucking ruined pillow.
I grab my phone and try calling you only to get sent to your fucking voicemail. I softly whine. “Baby...come back home...please.” I whimper before hanging up. I throw my phone onto the bed and groan. I cry out, desperately just wanting to get off. We’ve been together for a few years now.
A few years ago you didn’t have a job and we just lived off our parents. We’d have good fucking sex every day and ever since you got that office job, no sex. I release the pillow, feeling helpless. I fall back on the bed and sigh.
Just as I start falling back into my own misery I hear the door open. Finally! I scramble to my feet, not caring about putting on pants. The strap of my black tank top falls off my shoulder as I run to the door. Then I see you there, in your little suit, bag in your hand. “I’ve waited so long for you, pretty girl.”
I breathe heavily, rubbing my thighs together. I walk towards you and cup the back of your head. “You better be getting overtime for the time you were there.” I kiss your lips, softly moaning. I pull away and pull you towards the bed.
Once inside the bedroom, I push you onto the bed, climbing on top of you. My breath hitches as I grind my hips against yours. “I need you. I need you so bad, pretty girl.”
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
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