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Talynknight
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Distracted boyfriend meme with the boyfriend labeled "My ADHD" looking away from his girlfriend labeled "Editing the two novel length first drafts I've completed" to check out a woman labeled "Starting a new story because it is new"
October 24, 2025 at 2:01 PM
talynknight.bsky.social
Still plugging away at my story when I can find the time. Hopefully down to a few chapters to write. And then mustering the motivation to edit.
She dips lower bringing her lips milimeters from mine. The instant before we touch, she dips to the side and takes my earlobe in her teeth. I buck reflexively, but cannot move. Her ankles hold my thighs down with her full weight. I could throw her off if I really wanted to, but the press of her naked body makes that choice a lie. The sound of her suckling my earlobe reverberates in my head. Her warm breath coils around my ear. Her tongue flicks the sensitive cartilage in a spine tingling dance. “Are you ready for your treat now? My good, good boy?” Her husky whisper barely registers despite how close she is. Her hips dance and shift. They raise up with the tilt of her upper body until my head nestles into her dripping folds. I instinctively thrust only to be held down by her weight. Instead I manage a slow nod against her neck. “Good boy! Time to let you off your leash.” Her legs slip to either side of my thighs. Unrestrained, I immediately thrust into her. I slam into her so hard her knees leave the bed. A burst of hot breath puffs across my ear when I bottom out. “Christ, that hits the spot!” she squeals into my ear. But I am past listening. I grab two handfuls of cowgirl ass and pound her again and again. The bed creaks. Her breath comes in fits and gasps. Coiling around my ear. Drawing out my feral side to match hers.
May 30, 2025 at 9:45 PM
talynknight.bsky.social
Thanks for the tag! Still plugging away at my story, but here's a bit of the latest chapter I finished.
“Wait, I’ve been trying to get you alone so we can talk. What the hell is going on with Deserie? How the fuck are you so calm with what she is doing to you?” She shows her complete lack of interest in talking by peeling off her leggings. They slide into a soft puddle onto the floor. She is so wet her thighs glisten in the soft light of the room. When she pregames she does not fuck around. She stretches her toned legs out into the space between the foot of the bed and me. “After. I can barely think straight right now. And you are going to find it hard to ask your questions.” Her open legs draw me in like a whirlpool. Her hips swish back and forth like a cat ready to pounce. I do not realize how close we are until it is too late. Her heel stretches around my leg and pops the back of my knee. I go down hard. The soft carpeting catches my knees. The edge of the bed catches my chest. Her crotch catches my face. Quick as a snake, her thighs wrap around my head. Her heels dig into my back pinning me in place. Her hands stroke through my hair. Her fingers grip the back of my head and press my lips to hers. “There’s a good boy,” she murmurs. “Eat up. No dessert until you make me scream.”
April 17, 2025 at 10:41 PM
talynknight.bsky.social
Still working on my story (almost 45k words now) but here's a little snippet at least.
“Something wrong?” “Oh yes,” she responds through gritted teeth. The buzzing comes up with her. It echoes in the tight space of the loft. She unbuttons her shirt as she moves. It would be sexier if she did not have to walk hunched over to prevent bonking her head. Her fingers tremble with each button, but when the buzzing stops they flit through the rest with dextrous ease. She drops the shirt to her hands showing off a lacy red bra I only glimpsed flashes of before. I start to move towards the exit, but she grabs my shoulder. Her free hand tosses her shirt over the hay bale I just placed. The buzzing returns and her hand clamps down on my shoulder like a vise. “You aren’t going anywhere,” she pants. “I need you to fuck my ass.” Her declaration stops me in my tracks. She releases me and moves to the hay. With a few quick movements, she spreads her shirt over the bale. “Knew this shirt would come in handy,” she mutters to herself. Next thing I know she is shimmying her breaches down her thighs. No sooner do they hit her knees than the buzzing returns louder than ever. She drops to her knees and falls over the hay.
March 28, 2025 at 6:15 PM