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Hey everyone, Noirslate here!
You may know me from my follower mods on the Nexus, or my screenshots on Flickr. I'm inching on my fifth year of playing Skyrim, screenarchery simulator. In all that time, I can't believe that I never thought to take a crack at writing stories.
So to lay it down - I'll be doing stories with my Skyrim characters (as seen in the blog's thumbnail) in both in-lore and real world settings.
My narratives are quite short, but will be around 100 screenshots worth of erotica each. To keep things fresh, there'll be wide screenshots and centerfold shots to go alongside the regular shots!
On that note, all images are in 1024 .jpg resolution so that you can quickly load them up. The shots are available in 2560x1440 resolution on my Flickr in .png format.
In terms of this story, there are themes of death, and some trippy vivid dream sex. You have been warned!
(To clear up confusion, the fade to black are the parts that the main character is dreaming of)
Anyway, I've done too much prefacing.
Enjoy!
Marisa - A Day in the Life of a Widow
Scene 1
It had only been a month since he passed.
The officers came to my house, their lips slowly shifting on their crestfallen faces. They told me it was a car accident.
I believed it. My husband was an ordinary man. An ordinary people die right?
People tell me that I should move on. That there was nothing that I could do.
That it is best to forget about the past.
But I can't.
It still feels like he's here.
I get myself ready the same way as I'd always have.
I catch myself looking back, expecting for him to make a cheeky comment on my tousled hair.
But I hear nothing but the soft rain pattering against the fogged window sill.
I fix my hair up and shake my head.
It's time I get my head out of the clouds,
And back onto the daily grind.
Scene 2
I've been an English professor at this college for a decade of my life now.
I hopped from one job to another before I found this one.
In fact, it was actually in this very place that I met my late husband.
It was an easygoing 9-5 job. It wasn't too much of hassle, but it was about as dry as working in accounting.
It was a job where I got in,
explained a few concepts to a couple of tired young adults,
then get out.
Scene 3
I try to keep to myself, and get in as much exercise as I could in the week. Sure there are some guys at the gym that are knuckleheads, but some...are different.
Where swimming was the stretch of time where I relaxed my mind
Boxing was the burst of time where I channeled my burdens into a physical, raw manifestation
I needed both to function, but boy did I enjoy punching the heavy bags of sand more.
Scenes 4 and 5 have a NSFW WARNING (Masturbating/Consensual Sex)
Scene 4
I try not to let my mind wander,
But lately, it's been such a struggle to keep myself together.
His name was Jaime. I only knew it because that's what he rumbled after his apology when I accidentally made a full on collision into him last week at the gym.
I was drawn into to him immediately after I caught a whiff of his intoxicating musk.
I know it's wrong for me to think of other men since the accident...
But I just can't help it.
I felt a flood of warmth fly down to my groin,
And a steady drip leaking out of my drenched pussy
I know it's wrong.
But I couldn't do anything to stop it.
Scene 5
The day is already almost over.
Dinnertime - aka "me-time".
My body was present, but my mind was on cloud nine.
I can't stop thinking about Jaime.
I can't stop myself from visualizing his stupidly muscular body
and his deep, rumbling voice.
I just can't stop.
I shake my head in disgust at my wild, unwholesome thoughts. What am I doing?
My dreams have gotten so vivid that I'm starting to immerse myself into them.
What would my friends think? What would my family think? How could I look at myself the same way ever again?
What about my husband?
I deeply breath in, and exhale.
Fuck it.
Who cares what they think? After all, they did tell me to move on right?
I'm getting on with my life. I know that's what he would've wanted.
And if this is how I cope,
Then so be it.
I could feel his red hot, hard cock sliding in an out of me.
I moaned in pleasure as I readjusted myself on him,
never letting our bodies part from each other.
I could feel him getting harder and harder as I sped up my movements.
I had to pull him out before he cummed.
In real time, I leaned up against the wooden flooring and readied myself for the next act.
I excitedly laid my back onto the dinner table, thighs open wide, ready for him to push them down.
He slowly rubbed his rock hard member against my saturated clit before he reentered me. I could feel my climax exponentially building.
It was nothing that I'd ever felt before.
Feelings that I'd never even known existed.
It was overwhelming for me to process all of these sensations at once.
I knew we both were nearing climax.
I don't know what drove the thought, but I felt a lust that desired me to have his babies. "Cum inside me," I whispered, begging him to fill me up with his seed.
I sensed his cock becoming rock solid before I felt the pulsating, rippling rush of his hot, sticky cum being emptied inside of my sore pussy.
I had reached the point of no return as Jaime filled me up, and shuddered in euphoria as I was reduced to a shuttering mess.
I snapped myself back to the present, and caught myself still shivering from the ecstatic feelings that I had just experienced.
I can't believe that I had just done that.
But I'll be damned if the next time I see Jaime,
I'll show him that this little woman was more than just a shy, widowed English teacher.
She was a woman with a drive that could only be fulfilled in one way.
I know it's not wrong.
After all, we're only human.
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