/lit/ - Literature

>>22138673
How now brown cow

>>22122450
Damn, you really would like that, wouldn’t you? Your little big with a fat cock, fucking your mouth? That’s hilarious.
Well, that’s not all I’d do if I somehow magically had a cock. You want to know what else I’d do?
Imagine this: what if I woke up one morning and looked down? If suddenly I looked down, and stretching my little
cotton panties was a great bulge. Growing, slowly my panties would stretch and stretch until they couldn’t contain
it anymore. My very own girthy dick, escaping from some cute flowery pink panties. It would look even bigger in
my small hands.
I’d stroke it curiously, making it harder, loving the feeling of having a throbbing pink sensitive tip, too. I’d reach a
hand down into my panties, surprised to find that I likewise have a smooth pair of weighty balls. Wow, rolling my
own balls around in my hand, I could finally get a sense of why you like it so much.
I’d soak up this moment. Stroking my new cock, making it harder and harder. Pulling on my own balls, seeing
exactly how it all works. Fuck, that’d be amazing, right? If I could grip my very own cock and jerk off. My hand
sliding up and down on my shaft, holding tight each time I reached the sensitive head.
Really reeling in this moment, now picturing in my own head what it’d look like if I brought myself to orgasm.
Would it feel similar to when my pussy orgasms? Would I shoot multiple loads of cum, squirting it everywhere? I
could do so much if I mysteriously giant fully functioning cock of my own.
What an imagination! You’re just loving this, aren’t you? Laying on top of me, my legs wrapped around you,
rhythmically fucking my pussy. So hard inside me, stretching my insides. It feels so good. And I can see your eyes
are closed, just picturing me with a pulsating hard cock.
You know what else I’d do if I had a huge cock? Let me tell you.

>>22124730
As I settle into my cozy writing routine, the aroma of freshly brewed tea envelops the air, casting a soothing spell over my creative sanctuary. The warmth from the cup seeps into my palms, grounding me in the present moment. With each sip, the subtle flavors dance upon my taste buds, awakening my senses and igniting the flow of inspiration within. The gentle steam rising from the mug intertwines with the wisps of my thoughts, as if bridging the gap between the tangible and the intangible.

In the comfort of my chosen attire—a pair of soft cotton panties and an oversized sweatshirt—I find the perfect balance between comfort and freedom of movement. The loose fabric envelops me like a warm embrace, allowing my body to relax and my mind to wander through the realms of imagination. Nestled in this simple yet liberating attire, I feel unencumbered by the constraints of the outside world, allowing my creative energy to flow freely from within.

With my trusty laptop before me, I begin to type, the familiar sound of the keys punctuating the quiet ambiance. Words pour forth from my fingertips, their rhythmic cadence echoing the melody of my thoughts. The screen becomes a gateway to an alternate reality, where characters come to life, worlds unfold, and emotions intertwine. In this ethereal dance between my mind and the written word, the boundaries of the possible fade away, and I am transported to a realm where imagination reigns supreme. And so, in this intimate space, surrounded by the comforts of tea, attire, and technology, my writing journey unfolds, one word at a time.

>>22124919
I wrote a entire book this week. Check the timeline.

>>22124912
Women write stuff like this. I fucking love it, but Shakespeare it is not.

>>22123868