By Emmanuel Williams

April 17, 2024

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1

Virginia is stirring. As the morning invades her bedroom with the sun through her open blinds, her arms, poking out of her comfy blankets, are the first to stretch themselves. A leg is exposed to the air, her eyes open and discover the light brown skin of her thick athletic thigh. It’s good to be 23.

As she pulls her leg under covers, she can feel air hit private places. An arm reaches down and her hand finds itself upon her mound. She feels past the bit of hair she always leaves before her clitoris, where she stops first. The first circle her fingers make drive her crazy. Already she’s dizzy.

Under Virginia’s covers, something is happening. Her feet have planted themselves and her knees have raised, giving her hand all the access it needs. All she has to do is keep going in circles. But her fingers have started to become moist. So she moves further down to the split between her labia, and strokes up and down, knowing she can penetrate at any time.

Knowing she isn’t finished with her clit, she returns to it, her fingers now sliding across it. She pulls the hood tissue away and exposes her pleasure button, rolling it around and rubbing softly, faster and faster.

She can’t take the anticipation much longer. Eventually she tests her hole with one finger. It goes in easily, so she puts in another. She’s two knuckles deep. Her hands a slow piston controlled by her palm at rest on her clitoris.

She treats herself shallow at first, then, hungry between her legs, she begins to shove the fingers in softly. Obeying the accumulation of moisture her pussy has given her.

Suddenly her legs begin to shake, and the convulsions are unavoidable.

Virginia is coming. Coming to the height of ecstasy and heat under her blanket. Her pelvic muscles seize intermittently, until her back arches and she grabs her outer labia in an attempt to relax the muscles, but with a sense of pride that she was able to get herself off like that.

There’s a knock at the door.

“Virginia, breakfast honey.”

Without further ado, he enters, carrying orange juice.

“The rest is in the kitsch-”

“Dad! I’ll be down in a minute. And I don’t like it when you burst in like that!”

Looking at the disheveled look of her blankets, her father doesn’t seem impressed.

“Are you sinning? Don’t let me catch you sinning again!”

He moves back and shuts the door, but he makes sure he’s loud when he says, “In my own house!”

2

Later in the afternoon, Virginia is back from her life away from home and finds herself in bed again. Her text conversation with a bestie ended rather abruptly so she pulls her jeans down and spends more time on what began this morning.

Her hand finds her pussy as soon as her panties are at her ankles. But another thought occurs to her while her phone sits next to her.

She opens it, searching for pornographic assistance. The website she always uses has an upload feature. She decides today’s the day.

With her phone on camera mode in one hand, she keeps it level and sideways while she becomes moist. And once her fingers are inside of her, the camera goes longways, and when she comes, she can hardly keep it aimed.

Who knows how many times she said, “you like that?”

…Because her dad must have over heard here. Bursting in again, her pants are at her waist as she sits up at the intrusion.

“I said no sin in my house,” he yells.

“And I said don’t just burst in here. Go away!”

She begins to shimmy her jeans up.

“You don’t have to live here, you know. The sooner you find work, the better.”

“College is work, dad. I’m swamped with it.”

“Apparently you’re not.”

The door slams.

Virginia falls back on the bed, a little embarrassed. Her hips are still naked.

“If he only knew,” she says. Swaying and twerking her pelvic bones.

3

Virginia is attending a concert at a local park. But when it ends, she wants to find her way home and lets her friends go on without her.

Nature happened to call and she found herself in a dirty park bathroom. And as she finished and wiped, the paper was oddly soft and she became warm.

Judging it difficult for anyone to walk in, she spread her legs on the toilet and put her hips forward on the seat. Her butt cheeks squeezed beneath her, she put two fingers on her clit through the fat of her outer labia. There she rubbed in circles slowly. Then quickly.

But someone did walk in. Another woman. Suddenly Virginia felt overheard.

The woman walked over to her stall and leaned against it.

Virginia is silent.

The woman’s panties come into view as they slide down to the floor, and the door begins to verge on opening.

Virginia can hear how wet the other woman is. The rubbing must be covering the whole vaginal area while she works herself to climax.

Virginia penetrates herself with her middle finger, her thumb on her mound, the other fingers resting on her still fat outer labia.

When the other woman climaxes, Virginia’s legs start to shake. But the stranger walks out, with a “thank you”, just as her wave crashes over.

Virginia is still clutching her breasts underneath her bra.

She loved it.

4

After a night out, Virginia fell asleep in an alley. Trashed.

Waking up, she hadn’t reached daylight yet, so she behaved with a little risk.

Pulling up her dress, she spanked her pussy and rubbed it after she felt the sting of the hit. And she kept rubbing. This time she rubbed the entire vulva like the stranger from the park stall had.

Virginia felt good.

A tap on a window above her called her attention. A man had pulled out his dick and was watching her, stroking himself.

When she decided to give him a show, she spotted two more men in their own windows to the left and right.

It turned Virginia on. And she penetrated herself.

Two fingers. Two knuckles deep.

She was becoming wetter than she had ever been. She began sloshing her fingers into herself as though her hand was swimming. With longer and faster strokes, she plunged into herself deeper with every dive.

Out from a door below the building a cross from her, to Virginia’s left, crawled a topless woman with short black hair wearing a black mini skirt that covered little of her white ass as she crawled toward the woman fingering herself in the alley.

Virginia wouldn’t stop. She looked the woman straight in the eye as she approached. Only to stop penetrating and to rub her clit in circles.

Finally, the woman was close. She bowed her head and kissed the hand between Virginia’s legs.

Virginia moved it.

She looked up and saw that the men were hard and spitting on themselves, clearly looking at the naked woman’s pussy as she began to lick Virginia like she was gelato.

Moans from Virginia lit up the night, and when her legs shook, the woman put the end of her two fingers in place of her tongue on Virginia’s clit, moving the hood upon it round and round, until Virginia bit her fist to keep from wailing.

Virginia was coming. Hard.

The woman backed away. She put a finger two her lips to say “hush” as she crawled backward the way she had come. Finally, she turned, and Virginia saw brown inner labia fading into her pink center, before the door shut behind her.

Virginia was breathing quickly.

“My father will never know.”

She left her panties where she was sitting, managed to get to her feet, and waved in the general direction of the men above her as she left the alley that gave her the best orgasm she ever had.

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BY EMMANUEL WILLIAMS

March 25, 2024

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At the bar known as Dry Town, most everyone knows you don’t hit on Vinessa, that’s Joey’s girl. And he’s crazy about her to a fault.

One night, a stranger walked in while Joey took a whiz, and put his hand on Vinessa’s waist. Hadn’t even asked her name yet. Joey comes out of the bathroom and grabs the poor fellah, everybody knew what was coming.

Outside, Joey wound up for the knockout punch while Vinessa and the entire bar looked on.

Then the stranger brought out a longknife, and ran Joey straight through his gut. And Joey stopped breathing and fell to the floor.

Vinessa, afraid of the cops who would be on their way. Between their questions and the shady way they keep Joey’s ma in the senior home, she made a run for it. With everyone pouring over Joey’s body, she escaped unseen.

She made it two blocks on foot before she heard it. Footsteps hurrying behind her, trying to keep up with her pace. Over her shoulder she saw the stranger from the bar. Some guys just don’t let one go.

Vinessa turned down a thin alley hoping to lose him. She looked back to make sure, and saw a different man blocking her view. Perhaps he was already in the alley and she missed him in her rush.

Her pursuer came into view behind the new stranger between them, who turned, and closed the gap between men quicker than Joey ever could have.

Vinessa saw her pursuer get his neck snapped like the popping of a champagne bottle at the end of the alley. And she did not want to thank the gentleman responsible.

So she ran. Deeper into the alley.

She thought the darkness within would soon turn to light, but it just got darker. She turned, but she wasn’t alone.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” he said. Standing in breathing distance as if he had been just that close for far too long.

She pushed him, but he wouldn’t budge. He picked one of her legs up to his waist, and she fell trying not to give him access.

When he knelt on his knee in front of her, he moved the hair away from her neck, and bit into her, deeply.

Blood ran down her collarbone as he sucked with all his might at the gash that widened with every sip.

Until he drained her physical body dry. Hollow he left her, fading into death.

As he walked casually out of the alley, Vinessa’s soul left her body, and hung in the air like a pale aura, lost and absent. A sleeping mirror image of its host.

Along came a black-hooded figure carrying a long-handled tool with a sharp, curved blade. He appeared out of the shadows and with his hand, reached for Vinessa’s hovering soul.

But an angel of the lord appeared, snatching Vinessa, and immediately flying her up toward the sky.

Half to heaven, the earth’s atmosphere broke, and there laid a golden brick floor leading to a desk and large golden gates.

The angel dropped Vinessa’s soul on the ground unceremoniously, and descended back to earth.

Saint Peter looked up from his YouTube video and saw the new arrival.

“Hello Vinessa.”

Her eyes flew open.

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I grew up in a small neighborhood. My two brothers, three sisters, and my mom lived in a housing project in the middle of Denver, CO. Some of the other kids were cool, but most of them were trouble so I stayed away and read books in my room.

Deep into our 10 year residence there, we played sports, went to church, started backyard dance groups. It was a real groove even though in all ten years, I hadn't a single girlfriend.

Then one of my sister's friends started whispering in my ear while we all hung out.

I didn't know how to respond but it was... well, hot.

She would say two sweet words, and then linger there.

"Meet me."

This went on for a week or so. I finally asked here "where" one day.

She told me how to find her bedroom window.

The night I arrived, a caller was already present. I still climbed up.

When she saw me, the previous fellah was dismissed promptly. I later learned he had never actually had the pleasure.

With anyone. To this day.

But I digress.

She told me to stay quite, that sge had to keep her door open. Mother's rules.

I saw her rummage through her closet and she returned with a condom.

Her mouth helped it on.

Then I was to lie back.

There are no words to describe the first caress of a naked girl's thighs. Especially as her hips grinded and melted onto yours.

But we were cut short at the sound of mummy headed upstairs.

I had to leave.

But left my virginity behind.

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