LP Steinbeck
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The Sexual Optative
“I know you,” he said. He was close to me, close enough to whisper his words, and they still thundered in my ear. I felt the warmth of this closeness, and his breath smelled like coffee and caramel. I glanced up from the organic produce, kiwi in my hand, but only so I could see his lips, because if I had ever kissed them, I would know. Medium lips, pouting in the middle, by nature and not intent, and a sharp jaw line. He had dark hair, yet no beard or moustache. Chest hair peaked out of the top of his button-down flannel shirt, and I saw a couple silvery ones, too.
By LP Steinbeck6 years ago in Filthy
The Bird and the Pearl. Top Story - April 2019.
I had not eaten or drank anything all day. Yesterday was one month since my husband’s passing; food held no allure for me. A visitor stopped by in the afternoon, and it was probably the last person in the world that I wanted to see, yet in the queerest way I was thankful. I suddenly had the urge to lock-up the place I had been locked up in for three days, and go find something good out there. There must be a positive in this town, I thought.
By LP Steinbeck7 years ago in Families
Soul Lifter: Polyamorous Hero
In the beginning, I knew him only as Suman, from an insomnia group online, living 5000 miles away in the UK, and I was ignorant to the nuances of polyamorous relationships. He was handsome, intelligent, and funny from the first group message and pictures shared all around. Of course, he would be taken, the love of another, and I hadn't bothered for details. My understanding of polyamory was only in its definition, in black and white.
By LP Steinbeck7 years ago in Filthy
Jay: The 'Real Love'
Our conversation had faded, with him being in the living room relaxing after the meal, and me cleaning up, and loading the dishwasher. It was the least I could do, as he had prepared the entire meal with almost no help from me, even though he'd worked many hours today. The rich aftertaste of African food, and that last sip of wine, still lingered pleasantly in my mouth, and the fragrances of the leftovers were enticing and warm. Though I was full, the food is so nourishing, so comforting, that you feel you could always have just a little more.
By LP Steinbeck7 years ago in Humans
"Spank Me... Please" (Part Four)
Leah's third orgasm had ripped, contracted, and buckled through her without mercy, and she slumped down, even more as Mike tenderly rubbed her ass. He pulled her, causing her to stand, and then turned her towards him. His eyes held hers as he pulled her head back by the hair, pulling her shirt to expose her breast and grip her nipple tightly until she inhaled sharply. He smiled, saying, "You love it, and you know it."
By LP Steinbeck7 years ago in Filthy
"Spank Me...Please" (Part Three)
"Let's get in your rig." Leah turned to get into the second row seating of her Suburban, thankful for the tinted windows and the added privacy they would offer while she was inside with Mike. After she had opened the door, Mike grabbed her arm, then drew his body close behind her own. He whispered gruffly in her ear:
By LP Steinbeck7 years ago in Filthy
The Hungry Suck
I sneaked into the kitchen before a shower, wearing only a t-shirt. I only wanted to check dinner, and maybe grab a little something to quell my hunger. I knew you would be home soon, so my goal was for me to be showered and refreshed, and dinner ready... and I was running out of time. The food looked great, and the fragrance made my gut grumble.I grabbed a few grapes from a container in the refrigerator, relishing the crunchy pop they made when I bit them, and the juicy, sweet interiors.
By LP Steinbeck7 years ago in Filthy
"Spank Me...Please" (Part Two)
The first time Leah had met with Mike, she had felt herself falling for the power within his touch and even his dominant nature. But by the end of their pleasurable time together, she knew she had to stem the flow of emotion for the handsome bearded lover.
By LP Steinbeck7 years ago in Filthy
"Spank Me...Please" (Part One)
Leah knew he was dominant, because he had told her, but what did it mean? She remembered the first time in his arms, as he explored her body, feeling places on her no man had touched in months, and some no man had touched in years. Those inaugural communications between their eyes, their flesh, and quiet murmurings had left her in a state of perpetual, primitive lust. He had taken his time, and she now knew he had learned what he could do to every place of her being, with contact that was tender, inquisitive, and sometimes, almost too much. He had taken her nipple between his fingers, and for a nipple so soft, so long since known by a man, it had made her gasp, and say, "Please..." in a way that was close to a whimper. Immediately he released the nipple, and told her,
By LP Steinbeck8 years ago in Filthy
Diving: The Deepest Orgasm (Part Five)
In the time that had passed since Sherry last saw Charles, she had wondered if he was the mysterious man that had shown up the last time, blindfolding her, tantalizing her into submission for a sexual event that matched none of her diver's moves.
By LP Steinbeck8 years ago in Filthy
Sins of the Flesh
"My cock is out." I release my held in breath. I am so relieved your cock is there for me, ready for my touch when I need to do it the most. As my fingertips caress the head, tension falls away, and I submit to my great need to lick and suck your cock; worship your cock.
By LP Steinbeck8 years ago in Filthy
