Saturday, February 4, 2012

Marital Bliss

Marital Bliss
By Xander Grimm
                I’m just gonna put this out there: My wife has the greatest tits in the entire fucking world.  Call it marital bias or whatever, but they are seriously the best pair of boobs I have every laid my eyes (and my lips and hands) on, and nobody will ever tell me otherwise.  And that’s not to say that the rest of her isn’t fucking gorgeous as well, there’s just something about those perfect D-cup breasts, two gorgeous mounds of tanned flesh always at attention to greet me when I return from work, her sweet pink nipples accentuated by a ruby-studded barbell in the left breast and an aquamarine-studded one in the right, that drives me up the fucking wall.  If I could have her tits in my mouth 24/7 and not starve to death, I would. They are that fucking amazing.
                I love the way her tits look as my cock pounds her pussy from behind, the way they bounce up and down as she rides my face with lustful abandon, but my favorite use of her tits is a tie between her soaping up her tits in the shower and washing me with them, or when she drenches them in oil and fucks my cock between her plump, shining globes of decadence until the shared experience makes us both explode in orgasmic ecstasy.
                As you may have noticed, we both enjoy her tits quite considerably, and while they do tend to get squeezed in various ways during our throes of passion, they are usually treated very gently.  So you can imagine my surprise when, during one particularly hot fucking session, her magnificent breasts heaving up and down as she rode my massive cock, she asked me to get rough with them.  Naturally, I was perplexed by this sudden shift in her sexual desires, asked her to elaborate.  With a sly smile, she slowly roamed her hands over her body before pinching her glorious nipples in between her thumb and forefingers and pulled those amazing tits straight up towards the ceiling, the combination of pain and pleasure releasing a slow moan from her lips as she continued to slowly ride my cock up and down, her hands punctuating the sting of her pinches with an occasional slap against the forward curvature of her breasts.  
Taking the lead, I get a firm grip on the soft flesh of her ass cheeks and increase the speed of my thrusts, pounding her pussy from below as I pinch and slap the glorious mounds flesh that are my wife’s tits, the sudden introduction of a new sensation pushing us both quickly to orgasm.  No sooner than from when the final gasps of orgasm leave my lips does she hop up off of my cock, ripping the harness and double ended dildo from my hips as she buries her face into my dripping wet cunt, her articulate tongue fluttering against my engorged clit, her masterful fingers diving into my slit and working their magic against my over-sensitive g-spot and quickly forcing me to another orgasm.  As I lay there, breathing heavily from exhaustion and orgasm, she slowly crawls up against me, pressing those glorious tits against my own petit mounds, and presses her lips against my ear, her soft voice gliding gracefully from her supple lips.
“I love you, wife” she says with a smile. And I smile back.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

After hiatus, and a sneak-peek!

Hey gang, I'm sorry I've been gone so long, but with the holidays and what not I've been busy with the family and pretty drained of inspiration.  But no more!  I'm starting off the new year strong with a submission to "Felt Tips" an anthology of office-supply themed erotic stories.  Also mine has zombies in it. Here's a sneak peek! 

George laughed. “This is officially the weirdest work day I ever had!” he shouted, before felling two more attackers.
Amelia laughed with him, kicking a nearby undead in the chest and stoving its head in with the printer, the machine finally breaking from the stress of being used as make-shift war-hammer. “Weirder than that time the old dude dropped his pants at your register?”
George grunted, running his final spear through the socket of his last remaining opponent.  “Well, yeah.  At least HE didn’t try to bite me!”
Amelia chuckled again and jogged briefly to the front doors, setting the trigger to manual and shutting the security gates, locking them in place.  “There, that should hold any more ‘customers’ until help comes.”
George sighed and leaned up against a palette of stacked cases of copy paper, taking stock of the carnage around the store.  “Okay, so, we’ve just been attacked by a small horde of zombies, the main power is out, three of our co-workers and several customers are dead, and we’re not sure when, or even if help is coming.  On the plus side, we still have plenty of snacks available, and the drinks in the cooler should still be cold, at least for now.  What next?”
           Amelia shrugged, peeling off her blood strained apron and dropping it to the floor, her pert breasts well-outlined under her blue polo shirt.  “We could fuck.”

Hope you guys enjoyed that little snippet, and if you'd like to learn more about "Felt Tips", you can check out the site here:
See you soon!

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Just a thingy...

I thought of this while on Twitter earlier but it's too long to tweet, so I'm putting it here. Enjoy!

I am Jesus, Prince of Jerusalem, and defender of the secrets of Castle Bethlehem. This is John, my "fearless" friend.  Fabulous secret powers were revealed to me the day I held aloft my magic cross and said, "By the power of Bethlehem!" I have the power!

Yeah I know it's silly, but I still think it's pretty funny. Whatever

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Why I fucking hate orange Starburst...

Well, Halloween is here again and with Halloween comes with bulk pack of fun-size candies.  And one of my favorite fun-size versions of candy is Starburst.  Damn this candy rocks, it's all stiff and juicy all at the same time, fuckin' delicious.  But you know what doesn't rock about it? The fucking orange ones. I don't know what it is about orange candy but it never tastes right. Oh sure, the other flavors don't exactly taste perfectly like their actual fruit counterparts, but at least they put effort into making those guys taste delicious.  With orange stuff, they always fucking suck, and orange Starbursts are the worst.  Especially in the fun-size packages.  Out of the last 3 two packs I opened, I got four orange ones. That's right, one pack was two orange ones.  At least with the other two I actually got a flavor I wanted, but with this double-orange abomination, I left with nothing, and they get left on the microwave for some other poor bastard that, because of some sort of apparent mental defect, actually enjoys the flavor!  And by now you're probably saying "Well, you get four orange ones in the regular size package!", yes, but again, I also get 12 awesome tasting ones out of that, but with the fun-size ones, I only got two! It's bullshit!

P.S. Totally forgot to mention that Chocolate Oranges are the ONE exception to sucky orange flavored candies...

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

A few words on the last post.

As you might have read, the post from the other night was actually only part one of a two part story. Wellllllll, that has changed.  Since pegging is not something I have personally experienced(either physically or visually), it's a little hard for me to write about the actual act itself, so for the time being i have decided to have the story be it's own little self contained tale.  I may come back to it sometime in the future, but for the time being, let's all just enjoy it for what it is! :) Also, I've always found that implication can be super hot in it's own right, so with that, I'll see you all again soon! :)

Monday, October 24, 2011

Late night ideas are some of the best ideas....

Like some of you, I tend to do my best thinking in the shower.  However I was quite surprised when my latest story idea, which you will be reading shortly, popped into my head right before I fell asleep last night.  Like my other work so far, it is the first of its kind for me, so I apologize in advance if it's not quite up to snuff with the others of its ilk.  It's also shaping up to be the most graphic thing I've written so far, so obviously, NSFW roads lie ahead.  Enjoy, pervs! :)

Her Pet: A Story of Submission
By Xander Grimm
 He sits waiting, on his knees, in the middle of the room.  He has been stripped naked, his hands bound behind his back, the light glinting off of both the ring on his collar and the rings pierced through his nipples.  His skin tingles with anticipation has the clacking of his mistress' heels on the hallway floor grows louder, and closer.  He inhales sharply, his self-control stretched to the breaking point as his brain commands his cock not to rise at the sight of her.
 His eyes travel first to her face, piercing green eyes set under glossy black hair, that, when not set into its current ponytail, reaches down past her perfect, supple ass cheeks.  His eyes gaze down further, past her ruby red lips, settling on her ample breasts, her nipples pierced with emerald-colored studs, her toned stomach accentuated by the jeweled dolphin pierced through her navel.  When his gaze reaches her pelvis, the sight he beholds causes his self-control to snap momentarily, his cock hardening halfway before being sent flaccid again by a surge of will-power from his brain.  The harness is a shiny black, stark against the smooth, light brown skin of his mistress. The cock she has chosen tonight is the pet's favorite, a bright red translucent dick, and the perfect mixture of length and girth.
 His eyes finally come to rest at her feet, sheathed in glossy black stilettos, her toes painted the same shade of red as the cock.   He keeps his gaze on her approaching footsteps, breathing slowly in self-control.  Red-tipped fingers caress his face and cup his chin, lifting his eyes towards hers.
"Are you ready, my pet?", she coos softly.

Monday, October 17, 2011

A Blast From The Past....

Hey gang, here's something a little different for you today; A prologue for a book idea that I came up with a few years ago. Obviously, i wasn't using the "Xander Grimm" handle back then, but I changed it so that it fits in with the rest of the stuff on here. Also, the idea is geared more towards the young adult crowd, so sorry if it's not quite as spicy as my other material. Never the less, enjoy!

Time in Crisis: Book One: T-Flux
By Xander Grimm
Prologue: July 16, 2006

They say that when something bad is going to happen, the animals are always the first to know. Nate Greenfield wasnt sure if he believed that statement or not, or who "they" was for that matter. What he was sure of was that something very strange was going on, and his livestock were certainly aware of it. What Nate first noticed was that it was incredibly windy for a July morning, even though the weather had been getting progressively worse over the past few years. But what happened next took Nates mind off of the wind. The air in front of him literally ripped open, with a sound that reminded Nate of cartoons where the characters where so fat that when they bent over, the seat of their pants tore open.
Emanating from the hole was a brilliant white light, so bright in fact that Nate had to shield his eyes against it.
"Oops, sorry about that," said a friendly sounding voice, "I always forget that you guys are a lot more sensitive to light than we are." The light quickly faded, and as Nate lowered his arm, he saw that the hole was gone as well. In its place was a man about as tall as Nate was. As a matter of fact, the man looked remarkably similar to Nate, the main difference between the two men was that the newcomer had a lot more hair then Nate, not to mention the white lab coat the man was wearing, as compared to the overalls Nate had on.
"Wh-Who the hell are you?" Nates whole body was shaking, both in fear and complete disbelief. "Where the hell did you come from?"
The man smiled and laughed a little. "Who I am and where Im from is inconsequential. Whats important is that you get this device to Professor Kirkus at the university." The man held up a strange looking contraption, something that Nate hadnt noticed before now.
Nate looked at the man in confusion. "What is it?"
"That is not for you to know, at least not at this point. Just make sure that it gets to him as soon as possible." The mans voice, which had been kind and pleasant just a moment before, had taken on a serious tone. He then handed the device to Nate, who almost dropped it, having miscalculated its weight.
"Damn, this thing is heavy." Nate strained to keep it from falling onto the ground.
The man smiled. "Yes, that it is. Take care Nate, and make sure that device makes it into the hands of Professor Kirkus."
Nate nodded. "Sure thing." The man nodded at him and began to turn away, and as he did, the light from the sun caught on his nametag, allowing Nate to read it. "What the hell?"
The sound of tearing pants bounced off of Nates eardrums once more as the hole in space reopened and the man in the white lab coat stepped through it. "Good luck, Nate!" And with that, as quickly as he had appeared the man was gone.
The last thing that Nate saw in his mind before his eyes rolled back into his head and his body crashed to the ground was the wording on the mysterious visitors nametag. "Head of Research and Development: Nathan D. Greenfield."