Oh my gosh guys, I’m so sorry this is late. It’s meant to go up at 10am US EST on a Wednesday (I’ll correct my previous post about it). I’m about to write the one for this week and I’ll get it all scheduled.

There was also a technical glitch, so the wheel spin vid for this week recorded without sound, which was a bummer. We’ve got it sorted out to use StreamYard from week two onward!

I had a surprising amount of fun with this prompt. I wasn’t sure how I was going to handle this one, but I like what I did with it. I think I’m going to try and include this same couple in each prompt and we can follow them along on different journeys. How that looks will probably be different each time, especially if we draw something like “Dickasaurus Rex” LOL!

I hope you enjoy this introduction to Chelsea and her partner…I’d tell you his name, but I don’t want to ruin the surprise. 🤣

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A Strange and Rainy Day

That is the most ridiculously hot man I’ve ever seen.

The thought comes to my head as I dart into the lobby of my apartment and catch sight of the man checking the mail for apartment 24B. I knew I had a new neighbor, but I hadn’t managed to see him in my comings or goings.

I stop beside him, dripping water onto the marble floor from the rain pouring down outside.

“Wet out there, huh?” he asks with an attractive smile.

“Sure is,” I say.

It should be illegal for someone to be that hot.

He holds up his mail and says, “See ya later.”

I watch him walk away and quickly grab my mail. He’s already in the elevator by the time I’ve locked my mailbox.

“Hey! Hold the elevator!” I call out as I run across the lobby.

I stumble a little on the wet floor, and his eyes widen as he shoots his hand out to stop the doors from closing, but I manage to catch myself and dart into the elevator.

“Thanks.” I pant for breath as the elevator travels up to our floor.

“You’re welcome.”

I look him over and assess his appearance. He’s dressed in a business suit that is saturated with water. Brown hair that was probably once well styled is now flopping into his face. His eyes are brown, with full lips that look perfect for kissing.

“Hi. My name’s Chelsea. What’s yours?”

“Dick,” he says with a smile.

I blink at him. “I’m sorry. Your name is Dick?!”

“Yes. Short for Richard, but I go by Dick.”

The doors open on our floor, and I follow him out into the hallway.

I wonder what his dick is like.

“Excuse me?” he asks as he stops in front of his door.

My blood runs cold because my internal thought was voiced aloud, which is weird because I didn’t say anything.

“I didn’t, um, say anything,” I stammer.

I want to know what your dick is like. I want to ride you all night long.

I’m horrified as my thought is once again spoken from a voice that’s not mine. A voice coming from south of the border.

I shove my key into my apartment door, open it, and slam it shut behind me without another word. My heart is racing, and my cheeks are burning as I do. I’ve barely made it two steps before a knock on my door.

Ooh. It’s Dick. I want to see his.

I know who it is because it couldn’t be anyone else, but the voice once again speaks aloud and comes from my vagina. I’m horrified and know I can’t let this man into my apartment.

Yes, you can. Do it. Do it. DO IT!

The urge to open the door is intense, and as much as I try to resist it, I can’t. I open the door and smile as pleasantly as I can at Dick.

“Hi. Can I help you?”

Show me your dick!

My cheeks burn as the voice from my vagina speaks my thoughts aloud once again.

Yes! Show me to her!

I gape at him as a voice comes from his crotch, and Dick’s cheeks burn bright red as I stare down at his cock in his jeans.

“Can I come in?” he asks, and I nod.

You can come inside me, that’s for sure.

My vagina gives the answer as I close the door, and I cringe as I say, “Please ignore my vagina.”

Please don’t.

“Ugh,” I add. “I don’t know why she’s started talking.”

Because she wants me in her, don’t you, baby.

His cock gives the answer, and Dick looks as horrified as I am.

Yes, Daddy. I want you to plow me all night long. I’m so wet and ready for you. Get in me, please.

I can’t help but stare at his crotch, where his cock is hard in his jeans, and I pant for breath as I look at him.

“I wish I could answer that question, too,” he says in a seductive voice. “I think one thing is clear, baby girl, and that’s the fact that we should fuck.”

Yes!

Both of our genitals say it in unison as he kneels in front of me and pushes my skirt up to my hips. “Your panties are wet.”

Because you’re so hot. Take them off and eat me.

My cheeks burn as my vagina tells him exactly what I want him to do to me.

If you get eaten, I want to be sucked.

His cock somehow has a seductive voice that causes my vagina to clench.

“Come to my bedroom,” I murmur.

Dick lets my skirt fall back down and follows me to my bedroom, where we strip naked. His cock is thick and hard as he looks at me.

“Lie down,” he says. “I’ll eat you out while I fuck your mouth.”

I gasp and nod as I take the position. He gets over me, and his cock hovers near my mouth, but he doesn’t do anything with it as he slides his tongue through my wet slit.

Yes. Your tongue feels so good, Daddy.

My vagina isn’t wrong, and Dick buries his face in me as his cock still hovers above my face.

I want to be in her mouth. Fucking hell. Push me down her throat. Now!

His cock growls this right before Dick thrusts his cock past my lips. He fucks my face roughly while he simultaneously eats me out, and ecstasy rolls through me. I can barely focus on any of the sensations as I both give and receive pleasure. This man is amazing, and his tongue flicks back and forth across my clit as my first orgasm hits me. He makes me come three more times before he thrusts his cock down my throat and blows his load. I swallow everything, and I’m in complete ecstasy with this amazing man.

***

“Lady? Lady, are you okay?”

The voice comes from the blackness around me, and my head pounds as I try to open my eyes. The light is bright, and I blink a few times before Dick’s beautiful face comes into focus.

“Dick?” I ask.

“Excuse me? That’s rude. I was holding the elevator for you, and you fell over and hit your head. It’s not nice to call me a dick for that.”

I realize that I’m looking up at the ceiling of the apartment lobby. “No. Isn’t your name Dick?”

“What the hell? No. It’s Grant.” He frowns at me.

I realize that I must’ve had a very intense dream about him while blacked out after I hit my head.

“Oh. Grant. Nice to meet you. I’m Chelsea.”

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