Tied Up in Homework Pt. 2 (f/m)Brad’s strong shoulders worked up and down as he continued to struggle against the ropes, becoming angrier every minute Alexa stood over him with her sneakered foot planted over his mouth. His eyes darted around the room as he arched his back before turning his furious glare back towards the victorious girl standing proudly over him.
“What’s wrong Brad? Big strong jock like you all tied up by a girl?”
Temporarily satisfied with her session of gloating over the defeated boy trussed and gagged at her feet, Alexa sunk down and straddled him, her legs keeping his arms pinned immobile to his sides. Before reaching into the bag for more rope, she unzipped and discarded her snug running jacket to reveal a tight pink tank top underneath.
“I’m kind of glad you were too dumb to just give me what I wanted in the first place, this is way more fun! Don't you agree? Go on, speak up!”
Focusing his rage, Brad bucked his hips and
Happy Birthday to Mmmph!(F/M, chloroform, birthday shenanigans)
"Honey, the cake is ready! Come on!"
"Almost done, sweetie! Just putting the finishing touches on this story!"
The woman fumed. "That's what you said twenty minutes ago! Stop writing and get in here so you can blow the candles out!"
"Be there in a sec!" he replied, still typing away.
She shook her head. It was apparent there was only one way to get him to stop and she wasn't the least bit reluctant to use it. So off she went to the bedroom, where they kept the bottle of Beddy-Bye. She took the bottle and was about to grab a clean pair of her panties from the dresser, when another idea occurred to her.
He was oblivious to her presence, but that would change in short order. Coming up behind him, she slapped the damp cloth to his nose and mouth and pulled him away from the computer. He mmmphed in surprise, his hands coming up in a desperate attempt to get the odorous wetness away from his face, but she just laughed at his futile efforts. Every breat
Gorgeous Gorgon(written as a journal entry because it's quicker.)
"You know," she said, arching one eyebrow. "According to some versions of the story it's my beauty that turns men to stone. Not hideousness."
The explorer swallowed. "I uhm, I can believe that. But really I mmmppph!"
Medusa's hair was also much longer in real life than in the depictions he'd seen. Because the serpents that comprised it were constrictors, not vipers. One had lashed out and wrapped itself around his head, sealing his mouth shut.
"You really ought to be quiet now." she murmured sensuously. The rest of her hair stretched towards him more slowly and gently, but firmly pulled him against her, wrapping them together in a tight cocoon. "There's no need to be afraid, and definitely no need to even try to escape. Just be mine for a while and I promise you won't regret it."