Treason and Plot's Stories

  “Jesus,” says Roy. His voice is hushed in wonderment, his hands lightly cradling her breasts. “I forgot how soft they were.“ Saoirse stares too, hypnotised by his thumb circling her areola. “I want to spend the next half hour licking and kissing them,” he whispers. “And when I’ve finished I want to suck your nipples, as hard as you’ll let me, for as long as you’ll let me. Then I want to slide my hand between your thighs, and nudge your pussy with my cock, just a little bit, just teasing, and I want to hear you moaning and see your legs spread wide, wide open, and then I want to slowly run my tongue around the inside of your knees, and kiss every single freckle on your inner thighs.”

 

 

 

  Alerted by piercing screams, the fearless hunter Rorg charges through the forest, his long and girthy manhood slapping rhythmically against his muscled inner thighs as he gracefully leaps across rocks and gullies towards the source of the commotion. He is soon confronted by a harrowing sight! A beautiful young woman cowers next to a giant boulder, her perfectly formed breasts heaving with terror, erect nipples straining against the flimsy fabric of her tunic. Rorg follows her gaze, his taut torso surging with adrenaline; towering above them is the monstrous, drooling head of a ravenous T-Rex, its razor-sharp teeth glinting in the sunlight, drool dripping from its fearsome jaws. In a death-defying display of bravery and athleticism Rorg scales the boulder closest to the terrifying beast and without a second thought for his own safety heroically launches himself at its head, his granite-like fist connecting squarely with its snout. The T- Rex shrieks with pain and immediately turns...

 

  Now, Roy, no touching my breasts while we're fucking. Only I'm allowed to touch them, and you are only allowed to watch. When I have had my fill of your cock, and at least two orgasms,  I might let you run your tongue over my nipples, and bury your face in my breasts' scented warmth. And then I might let you slide your aching cock between them, inch by rock-hard inch into that soft freckled valley, but only if you beg, and only if I can lick the glistening tip of your cock when you thrust in the direction of my open mouth.

  Lucky sponge!

 

(reprinted from my Sims 3 Tumblr story, 5 Years Earlier ) 7.18 pm Joël:  Roy, I’m proud to say this is Anita. Anita, I’m sorry to say this is Roy. Anita : Hello Roy. It’s lovely to meet you. Roy:  Jesus. Anita:  Are you alright? You’re not too steady on your feet. Roy : Jesus. I love you.  Joël:  Hey, I thought it was  me  you loved. I’m crushed, dude. Anita:  Okay, why don’t we all get in the car - Roy:  I wanna hug. Joël:  I just gave you a hug. Roy:  I want  Anita  to give me a hug. Joël:  You’d better give him a hug or he might start crying again. Anita:  Of course I’ll give you a hug, Roy.  Roy:  I love you.  Anita:  That’s very sweet of- WOAH. Oh my goodness. Roy, I don’t think that’s quite appropriate- Joël:  Christ. Can’t you just arrest him already? Roy:  What’s your problem, dude? There wasn’t even a...