By: Samantha Alessi
(Disclaimer: By no means should you strictly follow the guidelines laid out in the 'Flight or Fuck Flowchart' it is for entertainment purposes only.)
Friday, January 16, 2009
Smut Special: Our First Flowchart
By: Samantha Alessi
(Disclaimer: By no means should you strictly follow the guidelines laid out in the 'Flight or Fuck Flowchart' it is for entertainment purposes only.)
Friday, January 2, 2009
Happy New Years everyone! Here's a story by our newest author Lulu Lopez to get your year started off right.
“It’s colder than a witch’s teat,” yet I find myself walking to your apartment. My pace is fast. My face is frozen. Tears threaten to push free from my eyes, but I beg them to stay put. I’m tired of crying. I’ve been crying all night. The wind is so cold that I feel it in my bones but I pull free my hand from my pocket. I turn my hand over, my cell phone is frozen to it. 2AM. I rarely see this time, but I have to see you. I jam my hand back into my pocket as I pass the grocery store, snubbing the happy memories that break loose from its sight. I pass the grassy park, the holiday reindeer posed on the lawn. I snub those memories too. I hum to make sure my voice is still working. I want to use it when I see you. To yell. To tell you I’m done. I start singing but my voice is shaking so hard. I doubt it’ll work when I finally make it to you. I pick up the pace, darting past the construction signs and through the glass doors. I try to smile at the man behind the front desk, but my face won’t budge. I frown at him. He nods back.
I get out of the elevator and go straight to your door. This is it. I walk in. I find you in your room, sitting at your desk, happy as a clam. Your roommate is there too. I climb on your bed and sit still with my back on the wall. You talk to me like nothing is wrong. My face is red and my eyes are swollen, but it’s probably just the cold. And my nose always runs when it’s cold out. But then you notice it’s not just from being cold. You finally notice I’m upset. You pull me out into the common area and sit me on the couch. I can’t look at you. I stiffly sit there. The tears threaten again. This time I can’t stop them and they push free. I feel them fall down my face and land on my jeans. The first warmth I’ve felt tonight. You try to turn my face to you, but I refuse. I will not let you see this. You ask me what’s wrong but I can’t get my voice to work. I can’t yell. I can’t talk. I can’t even force a whisper. You pull off the hat I forgot I had on. It’s yours, the one I made you today. You ask if it’s yours, but I lie and shake my head no. A sigh escapes your lips. A sorry does too. I’m shaking from the cold, an empty stomach, and all the emotions waiting to break out of me. You put your arms around me and I can’t help but to fall into them. I give up. I cry harder and push out the words caught inside my throat. That I’m angry at you for keeping me up so late. For not calling me earlier. I’m angry that you leave in the morning for winter break, almost two months in duration. That I almost didn’t see you beforehand and now I can only see you for a few hours. I’m so angry at you.
You kiss my head and rock me. You say you didn’t know I’d be so upset. You’re so thick sometimes. I cry harder. You turn my face towards yours, I’m looking up at you. Your face is sad too. You kiss my forehead. Then you gently kiss my lips. Mine are still ice cold, but yours feel like the sun I so desperately miss this time of year. I feel myself thawing. You wipe away my tears and kiss me harder. Our hands start to frantically search. You unzip my jacket, throw it somewhere, and lean me back. Your hands hold my face. We both kick our shoes off and fight our socks free. Our bare feet touch. The couch beneath us makes noises loud enough to wake his roommate in the next room over. I usually care about that, but not tonight.
You begin to kiss me so hard that I can barely breathe, but I grab your hair and hold your face to mine. Breathing doesn’t matter. I want you so bad. I part my legs and wrap them around you. You take your place between my thighs. We continue to kiss. By this point my tears are gone. I hear your breathing getting harder, becoming faster. That’s my cue. I push you off me and give you a sinful smile. I grab the bottom of my shirt and pull it over my head. You unbutton my jeans and I slide out of them. You smile when you see that I match. I stand tall in my black push-up and panties. You sit there for a second taking me in. Then you put your hands on me. They travel from my neck to my breasts and down my stomach. Your fingers hook onto my panties. I gasp and look at you. Your eyes are on fire.
You throw me onto the couch and climb on top of me. I unzip your jeans and push them down to your ankles. There’s no patience to fully undress. You rip off my panties and push down your boxer-briefs. I open my legs and you waste no time. We start moving hard and fast. You grab my hair and push deeper into me. I try to stay quiet but I find it next to impossible. With your head next to mine, I moan in your ear. You push real hard into me. All the way into me. I feel myself falling off the couch. I throw one hand onto the coffee table to keep me steady. You throw your hand next to mine to hold yourself up. My toes start to tingle. You move faster. I let a loud moan escape my lips. Without missing a beat, you scoop me up and onto the couch. Your hand slides under my back and down to my ass. A quick squeeze and your hand travels down my thigh. I know what you’re doing. I swing my thigh up, bringing my knee to my shoulder. You hold it there and move even faster. I can’t keep quiet anymore. Dirty words and moans pass from my mouth to your ears. As I feel myself climaxing, I sink my nails into your back. You feel my body tense and shake beneath yours. I feel my legs numb. Slowly, you push real deep into me and wait. But I don’t want to wait. Keep going. I squeeze you with my thighs and you get the message. You start moving again. You speed up. I feel you slamming into me. You grab my hair again. I moan. And then you say it. You whisper in my ear that you’re going to cum. You thrust faster and I feel your muscles start to tense. And then it happens. A second’s pause and then you bring your body down to mine. I feel you jerk as each wave passes. I kiss your neck. You shudder. As I wrap my arms around your back, I feel you relax into me.
***
As we search for our clothes, I catch you stealing looks at me. I step into my panties. You snap on your boxer-briefs. With the rest of our clothes in hand, we sneak into your bedroom. If your roommate wakes up, we won’t hear the last of it. I climb in and you follow. Your arms wrap around me and I feel your warm body press against mine. We both smell like sex. As you settle and relax, I remain tense. I whisper that I’m afraid. Of what, you ask. I whisper back that I’m afraid you’ll forget me. You’ll leave for break and forget I even exist. You pull me closer and kiss my neck. You whisper, never. Holding each other, legs intertwined, together we tumble into sleep.
“It’s colder than a witch’s teat,” yet I find myself walking to your apartment. My pace is fast. My face is frozen. Tears threaten to push free from my eyes, but I beg them to stay put. I’m tired of crying. I’ve been crying all night. The wind is so cold that I feel it in my bones but I pull free my hand from my pocket. I turn my hand over, my cell phone is frozen to it. 2AM. I rarely see this time, but I have to see you. I jam my hand back into my pocket as I pass the grocery store, snubbing the happy memories that break loose from its sight. I pass the grassy park, the holiday reindeer posed on the lawn. I snub those memories too. I hum to make sure my voice is still working. I want to use it when I see you. To yell. To tell you I’m done. I start singing but my voice is shaking so hard. I doubt it’ll work when I finally make it to you. I pick up the pace, darting past the construction signs and through the glass doors. I try to smile at the man behind the front desk, but my face won’t budge. I frown at him. He nods back.
I get out of the elevator and go straight to your door. This is it. I walk in. I find you in your room, sitting at your desk, happy as a clam. Your roommate is there too. I climb on your bed and sit still with my back on the wall. You talk to me like nothing is wrong. My face is red and my eyes are swollen, but it’s probably just the cold. And my nose always runs when it’s cold out. But then you notice it’s not just from being cold. You finally notice I’m upset. You pull me out into the common area and sit me on the couch. I can’t look at you. I stiffly sit there. The tears threaten again. This time I can’t stop them and they push free. I feel them fall down my face and land on my jeans. The first warmth I’ve felt tonight. You try to turn my face to you, but I refuse. I will not let you see this. You ask me what’s wrong but I can’t get my voice to work. I can’t yell. I can’t talk. I can’t even force a whisper. You pull off the hat I forgot I had on. It’s yours, the one I made you today. You ask if it’s yours, but I lie and shake my head no. A sigh escapes your lips. A sorry does too. I’m shaking from the cold, an empty stomach, and all the emotions waiting to break out of me. You put your arms around me and I can’t help but to fall into them. I give up. I cry harder and push out the words caught inside my throat. That I’m angry at you for keeping me up so late. For not calling me earlier. I’m angry that you leave in the morning for winter break, almost two months in duration. That I almost didn’t see you beforehand and now I can only see you for a few hours. I’m so angry at you.
You kiss my head and rock me. You say you didn’t know I’d be so upset. You’re so thick sometimes. I cry harder. You turn my face towards yours, I’m looking up at you. Your face is sad too. You kiss my forehead. Then you gently kiss my lips. Mine are still ice cold, but yours feel like the sun I so desperately miss this time of year. I feel myself thawing. You wipe away my tears and kiss me harder. Our hands start to frantically search. You unzip my jacket, throw it somewhere, and lean me back. Your hands hold my face. We both kick our shoes off and fight our socks free. Our bare feet touch. The couch beneath us makes noises loud enough to wake his roommate in the next room over. I usually care about that, but not tonight.
You begin to kiss me so hard that I can barely breathe, but I grab your hair and hold your face to mine. Breathing doesn’t matter. I want you so bad. I part my legs and wrap them around you. You take your place between my thighs. We continue to kiss. By this point my tears are gone. I hear your breathing getting harder, becoming faster. That’s my cue. I push you off me and give you a sinful smile. I grab the bottom of my shirt and pull it over my head. You unbutton my jeans and I slide out of them. You smile when you see that I match. I stand tall in my black push-up and panties. You sit there for a second taking me in. Then you put your hands on me. They travel from my neck to my breasts and down my stomach. Your fingers hook onto my panties. I gasp and look at you. Your eyes are on fire.
You throw me onto the couch and climb on top of me. I unzip your jeans and push them down to your ankles. There’s no patience to fully undress. You rip off my panties and push down your boxer-briefs. I open my legs and you waste no time. We start moving hard and fast. You grab my hair and push deeper into me. I try to stay quiet but I find it next to impossible. With your head next to mine, I moan in your ear. You push real hard into me. All the way into me. I feel myself falling off the couch. I throw one hand onto the coffee table to keep me steady. You throw your hand next to mine to hold yourself up. My toes start to tingle. You move faster. I let a loud moan escape my lips. Without missing a beat, you scoop me up and onto the couch. Your hand slides under my back and down to my ass. A quick squeeze and your hand travels down my thigh. I know what you’re doing. I swing my thigh up, bringing my knee to my shoulder. You hold it there and move even faster. I can’t keep quiet anymore. Dirty words and moans pass from my mouth to your ears. As I feel myself climaxing, I sink my nails into your back. You feel my body tense and shake beneath yours. I feel my legs numb. Slowly, you push real deep into me and wait. But I don’t want to wait. Keep going. I squeeze you with my thighs and you get the message. You start moving again. You speed up. I feel you slamming into me. You grab my hair again. I moan. And then you say it. You whisper in my ear that you’re going to cum. You thrust faster and I feel your muscles start to tense. And then it happens. A second’s pause and then you bring your body down to mine. I feel you jerk as each wave passes. I kiss your neck. You shudder. As I wrap my arms around your back, I feel you relax into me.
***
As we search for our clothes, I catch you stealing looks at me. I step into my panties. You snap on your boxer-briefs. With the rest of our clothes in hand, we sneak into your bedroom. If your roommate wakes up, we won’t hear the last of it. I climb in and you follow. Your arms wrap around me and I feel your warm body press against mine. We both smell like sex. As you settle and relax, I remain tense. I whisper that I’m afraid. Of what, you ask. I whisper back that I’m afraid you’ll forget me. You’ll leave for break and forget I even exist. You pull me closer and kiss my neck. You whisper, never. Holding each other, legs intertwined, together we tumble into sleep.
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