Spill

A photo of Cara's naked puss

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“Keep it all inside for me.”

I squeeze my thighs together, nodding as my labia slides wet between my now closed legs. He forces his hand between, cupping me even as I feel his cum slipping out.

“Uh uh.”

His scoops up what has dribbled out and presses it back in. I shudder as he leans in to press his lips to my neck, thrusting enough to make my hips jump.

“Don’t spill a drop.”

January jumpstart

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      Cara Thereon

      I was typing this out really quickly at work and squirming. It made me think of other latent kinks I have when it comes to this. Thanks for reading.

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  1. Submissive Sought

    That’s a delightful image. But is it cheating if you only write something so short?

    Perhaps you should add some variants on the theme.

    When he removes his hand from between your legs he pulls up a pair of latex shorts.
    So when you stand (or get sent to work if this happened in the morning) you are conscious of the heat and wetness accumulating between your legs.

    Or perhaps, in a nod to your little side, he’d put you in a nappy for the same reason.

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      Cara Thereon

      Why is it cheating? Who says I have to write something longer? If the length of the story didn’t satisfy you, fine, but I don’t understand your “is it cheating because it’s short.” reasoning. Micro fiction is definitely a thing.

      You could write those things, if you’d like. You’re welcome to fill in whatever blinks you feel are missing on your post as I probably won’t on mine.

      Thanks for reading though.

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