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Piratess Erotica

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NSFW; +18 only; Original content will be tagged #piratess; Content may contain BDSM with various kinks; Requests for short erotic fictions are open unless otherwise stated; I will not flirt/sext with you or send you nudes; I'm happily married :)

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Three’s a Party

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I’d never had a threesome before, so I was really nervous that the girl we’d met online was coming over. My husband, Liam, told me that it was just for dinner and I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to, but I still felt waves of anxiety and anticipation.

Victoria was absolutely gorgeous. She was taller than me, blonde, covered in tattoos. I didn’t normally have self-esteem issues, but next to her I just felt…cute. But I also wanted her, because she was super hot. Just because I’d never been with a woman didn’t mean I wasn’t eager to try.

I made dinner while Liam set the table. When she rang the doorbell a few minutes before 7 o’clock, I was a little startled. Some part of me just assumed she’d be too cool to show up on time. Liam paused to give me a quick kiss and squeeze my hand before he answered the door. I couldn’t figure out what to do with myself, so I trailed behind him slowly, trying not to look as awkward as I felt.

She was leaning against the door frame, grinning ear to ear and looking like some untouchable model. Her eyes wandered over Liam slowly and since I was quite familiar with his body, I could understand why. He was tall and lean, with a tan that made me jealous. His dusty brown hair was long and wavy and his beard full, but trimmed expertly.

I swallowed hard when her gaze fell on me.

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Let It Chimichanga

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(This one is for @awildambrosia !)

A Deadpool costume may not have been the most unique, but it was easy to find on short notice. The girl I’d been chatting with for months was supposed to be at the same con, but she’d been coy about her costume or other details. She had promised we would meet up though, so I donned the red and black before heading out the convention center.

I was having a good time wandering the booths and checking out all the costumes. I couldn’t help but keep checking my phone nervously, waiting for a message. She was there, but she still hadn’t told me what her costume was or where we could meet. I got an autograph from Elvira, sat in on a panel, and got a snack before she finally told me to meet her in the west ballroom.

The room was deserted when I snuck in. The lights were dimmed and I didn’t see anyone at first. I was starting to feel like I’d been duped when my phone chimed again. The text said to meet her behind the stage. I took my time, walking slowly and softly. Since she was playing games, I could too. The blue dress and long blonde braid were a dead giveaway. She’d dressed as Elsa.

Smirking behind my mask, I leaned in close behind her.

“Do you want to build a snowman?” I asked, making her jump. She turned, clutching her chest with one hand and laughing nervously.

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Overdraft

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(Author’s Note: I wrote this over 6 years ago and just dragged it out of retirement. This is one of the first erotic stories I ever wrote so hopefully, I’ve improved over the years but I think its still worth sharing!)

I was nervous. I knew what was coming, and it scared me. However, I couldn’t deny that it excited me more than anything. In fact, I had asked for it, but now that the reality of it was creeping up on me, the fluttery feeling in the pit of my stomach would not calm down.

My bank statement rested on the coffee table. I had overdrawn my account, yet again. It seemed no matter how hard I tried to budget my spending, I always managed to end up in the red once a month or so, and now my bottom was going to end up just as red. I squirmed at the thought.

It had been my idea, I reminded myself. I had been frustrated with myself, and I had made the request…the next time I overspent my bank account, I needed a proper spanking. I was a grown woman and single and had never really received such a punishment in my memory. Even my parents had always corrected my misbehavior with grounding or other revocation of privileges.

I had dressed for the occasion in a simple white tank top and a short skirt, covering frilly black boy shorts. My red hair was loose and softly curly today, and I had stuck with very simple makeup, just powder, mascara, and pink lip gloss. Sometimes, my personality was powerful, and I would dress to match, but today I was not the one in control.

I didn’t know the specifics of what would happen. When I had shyly made my request, my friend had been all too eager to agree. However, his stipulation had been that he would choose the severity of my punishment. I trusted him, and so I had agreed.

I jumped when there was a knock at the door, and quickly went to answer it. I wiped my suddenly sweaty palms on my skirt, before opening the door. There he stood, looking calm, completely in control, and utterly sexy. I sucked in a sharp breath, and immediately changed my mind

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Letting Go

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(As requested by anon.)

He had wanted to make her squirt for as long as they’d been together. Knowing that was the end goal always got inside her head, making her nervous. The pressure only made her more unable to let go enough to ejaculate. She brought it up to him, nearly in tears with the fear of being a disappointment. He told her that it was okay, and he meant it. He loved her even if it never happened.

Despite being unable to reach the squirt, they had an adventurous and fulfilling sex life. What he didn’t tell her was that he had no intention of giving up. Maybe if she was more relaxed about the expectation, he’d have an easier time getting her there.

Coming home from work early, he found her in the kitchen. The smile fell from her lips as he crossed the kitchen with a look on his face that had her thighs clenching in anticipation. No words were spoken and all thoughts of dinner were forgotten as his hands tangled in her hair. He moved her head where he wanted as their lips and then tongues tangled in passion.

They only parted long enough to tear the clothes from each other’s bodies. The intensity of his desire had her completely wet before he even touched her between the legs. His mouth moved to her breasts, sucking and nibbling until her head rolled back and a moan escaped her lips. With one arm, he boosted her up to sit on the counter.

She gripped his shoulders while his finger circled her clit before swirling lower to slide in her entrance. He teased her for a while, alternating between stroking her g-spot and a clit. She was practically begging him by the time he lined up his cock and pushed inside her.

His thrusts were steady and hard, angled in the way to stimulate her the most. His thumb pressed into her clit, gently rubbing back and forth while he fucked her. She was completely lost to the sensations, no longer feeling like she had to worry about performing. It was the perfect combination, and at just the right moment, he pulled out while still stimulating her clit.

She cried out as her pussy contracted, waves of pleasure crashed over her and liquid spurting from between her legs for the first time. She was trembling from the force of the orgasm, so overwhelmed with the feeling that it took her a few seconds to realized what happened. She let out a startled but happy laugh, clinging to him while he grinned and kissed the top of the head.

“That’s my girl. Now it’s my turn.” He muttered, helping her off the counter and gently guiding her to her knees in front of him.

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Having the Driver

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(This is a story I wrote on request a few years back. It’s a MMM threesome.)

Luke and Alex are longtime wealthy lovers who have invited their young driver, Drew, to join them in their bedroom for a night.

Luke’s hand was strong and gentle as he gripped the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair. He pulled my mouth toward his for a hungry kiss. Luke’s tongue danced across my lips, darting inside my mouth to slide against mine. His light brown stubble was soft, and it tickled my face pleasantly while he kissed me with vigor. He tasted wild and divine; his lips were soft and warm. Luke hadn’t wasted any time before touching me after the bedroom doors closed. I pressed my body against his with willingness. I craved the contact with his hard chest and the warmth of his skin on mine.

His lover, Alex, watched us making out from his seat across the room by the fireplace. He rubbed his hand over the growing bulge in his pants. I had never been with another man before now. The couple I was with intriguing me beyond my wildest imagination. I couldn’t deny my attraction to them any longer.

“Don’t hog him all to yourself, Luke.” Alex’s teasing voice broke through the silence as he approached us. He sauntered across the room like a man who owns the entire world, all masculine grace and charm. With reluctance, Luke stepped back from me, allowing his lover to approach.

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Anonymous asked:

Have you joined pillowfort? Why or why not?

lavender-sprinkles answered:

I personally don’t have a Pillowfort account yet, but my partner does and she has let me look at her account fully to see what it is like. I’ve also viewed Pillowfort’s demo account which is linked to on their Kickstarter. I am waiting with anticipation when I can make my own account, but right now Pillowfort is in a closed beta which means the only people who have access to the site are ones who have been given special registration links. They were doing waves of free beta accounts a bit ago (which is how my partner got her account), but right now for every $5 you pledge to their Kickstarter you will receive a registration key if the Kickstarter gets fully funded (they are as of today 40% of the way to their $39,900 goal).

Here is why I’m excited for Pillowfort:

If you delete your original posts, every reblogged version will be deleted too. Edit your original post and the changes will appear on every reblog,
The ability to make posts visible to everyone, just followers, just mutuals, or just yourself.
A functional blacklist where you can blacklist a post body & tags or just tags.
A terms of service that explicitly states you hold all rights to your own intellectual property. It also states clearly that it forbids callout posts, doxxing, degradation, harassing, hate groups, spamming of tags with unrelated or offensive material, and slurs against minorities. If there is a user that is doing anything offensive or hateful, it is encouraged and mandated you don’t make posts about it and instead flag it and let the site moderators take care of it. This sort of system cuts down on “dashboard drama” and harassment that sites like Tumblr are known for.
They have threaded comments which means discussions or praise no longer clog up your posts and your blog, keeping things much more organized and clean. We can also use tags for their ACTUAL purpose, tagging of posts for ease of search and organization instead of talking.
They have communities and a more connected user-based and user-led environment.
Posts in chronological order like they should be!
A staff that actually cares about the input of their members and is driven to listen and collaborate with their members to create a site that the users actually want instead of being led by a corporation that has their own agendas in mind.
A staff that wants to avoid corporate involvement, unwanted ads, and selling of user info to fund Pillowfort.
The future possibilities of what the staff can do with the site that we didn’t dream could be possible to have all in one place including accessibility and a functional mobile app.

So far, I’ve seen a lot of good things and I’ve been really impressed with how the staff is handling the site and how they have explained their plans for the future of Pillowfort.

If you say you really want a social media site that actually cares about their users, this is it. This is your chance to have what pretty much all of us want. This new blogging platform is all the best parts of Tumblr (and for those who miss Livejournal this is like a wedding between Tumblr and Livejournal) with all the parts we hate and loathe about the site scraped out of it.

If you like everything that you’ve read about Pillowfort.io, please pledge to their Kickstarter. Even $5 can help and it will get you a registration link to get on Pillowfort yourself if the Kickstarter gets fully funded.

If you can’t support Pillowfort monetarily, then please, please reblog, tweet, share, and spread it about everywhere you can.

This is our chance to have a social media made with us in mind and it’s already starting out so well with 10,000 users in the closed beta. Let’s bring it to the next stage of its life!

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This is probably where I’m going! More updates to come!

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Source: lavender-sprinkles

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Netflix and Chill

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(As requested by @sirsprincesspeach .)

Are we too old for Netflix and Chill?

I giggled when I read the message on my phone. I had been in the closet sorting through old clothes. We were snowed in, so I was trying to be productive. It was going to be hard to concentrate on the task at hand when my husband was sending me texts like that.

You’re only as old as you feel.

I replied before moving another box to the side. I bit my lip when I saw what I’d uncovered. There was a box filled with things we hadn’t touched in ages. My fingers grazed over the leather collar and the thin chain links of a leash. It’s not that we’d stopped having sex or caring about each other. It just often seemed easy to overlook the spice that used to be in our bedroom before life got in the way. I near jumped out of my skin when my phone went off again in my pocket.

I feel 21 and horny. 😈

What Netflix show makes you want to take your clothes off the most?

My eyes darted back to the box, a thrill shivering up my spine. We hadn’t played in ages, but we had the entire afternoon to ourselves.

Give me 5 minutes.

I typed out and then snatched the collar and leash out of the box. I nearly tripped over myself rushing to the bathroom. I took my hair down and shook it out before applying a light coating of lipstick. It wasn’t much, but sometimes a little effort could go a long way. Before leaving our bedroom, I traded my t-shirt and sweats for one of his flannel button-downs and a pair of fuzzy socks. I also buckled the leather collar into place.

I felt a wave of nerves in the pit of my stomach as I edged towards the living room. I was sure he would be pleased but there was always some niggling doubt in my mind that he might reject my submission, even after all these years. I held the leash in my palms in front of me, locking eyes as I crossed the room. He watched me, looking like he was holding his breath as I knelt a held the leash out toward him.

There was a pause and all I could hear was my own heart pounding my chest and the faint sound of some show playing in the background on the tv. He shifted forward, taking the leash with one hand and tilting my face up by my chin with the other. He was smiling, his eyes smoldering with a desire that sent a shock straight to my core.

“That’s my baby girl.” He muttered, tugging the leash just enough to get me to my feet. Relief flooded me as I joined him on the couch, snuggling into his side while he stroked my hair. I felt like I belonged to him in a way that I sometimes forgot. My mind was at peace and nothing mattered except for us and the bond we shared.

I wiggled my body down until my head was laying in his lap. when I tugged down his pajama pants, he tilted his hips so I could get to what I wanted. Finally able to taste his velvety hardness, I ran my tongue up and down his length. Netflix was long forgotten by both of us as I took my time exploring every inch of his cock.

His hands in my hair carefully guided me to take him in my mouth. I swallowed all of him that I could, my tongue flat against his erection as I moved my head up and down, moaning while I sucked. He gasped, his head lulling back against the couch. I could feel his hips flex, but he didn’t thrust forward.

“Baby, I’m going to-” He didn’t finish, his words becoming a garbled groan. I smiled around his cock and didn’t stop.