BatGirl and BatMan

A response to
Dear "best guy friend",
I sit at your soccer games in the pouring rain without an umbrella, go to the sketchy comic book store with you, and am willing the be the BatGirl to your BatMan so I can pass out candy with you on Halloween.
Sincerely, are you really that oblivious?!

She was definitively ready. She had never been more ready in her life as she carefully adjusted the cleavage on the tight leather costume and rung the doorbell, shooting a look on the jack-o-lantern next to her stiletto heel. This was the night she was getting her man, her Batman. The door opened a few seconds later and she barged in with her hand on his chest, pushing him backwards until his back hit the wall with a small thump.
"Your Batgirl is here," she purred in his ear and pressed her firm breasts agaist him. Not much was visible of his face, but what little was showed absolute surprise. "Don't look so suprised," she purred and kissed him, taking time to nibble at his lower lip before kneeling down and unbuckling his belt slowly, running her hands up his stomach and down his muscular thighs several times before cupping his crotch. He tried jumping back but only met the wall and she smiled slyly up at him before putting her mouth slowly to the growing buldge and blowing her warm breath through the layers of fabric. He moaned and grabbed for her hair, dislocating her mask in the process, but she simply took it off and laid it beside her on the floor.
"You like that, don't you?" she whispered before removing the trousers of the costume and stroke her finger down the length of the cock still trapped in the boxershorts. It twitched slightly as she snuck her hand down and around the balls while taking hold of the hem of the underwear and pulled it out before helping to get it off with her hands. "A big boy, aren't you?"
She grinned as she slowly leaned in and put her lips to the tip of the cock, looked innocently up at him and heard him groan

Aaand because I'm about to fall asleep at the keyboard I'm leaving you with that cliffhanger. Right in the middle of a sentence. I'll hopefully feel better after a cup of tea.

The Peppermint Patty

This is the thing that started it all (well, the blog at least) and is an actual comment I left on DBPB on this post and after receiving forty likes for that long a comment I like to think people would see more of it. I'm allowed to dream, aren't I?

It was certainly not the peppermint that got her turned on, her pupils to dilated, her nipples to strut and her neither regions to throb almost more than her heart. As good as the peppermint no doubt was, it was the little pulsating knob on the inside of her underwear lying so close to her knob that made her sweat and moan, wanting more, more, more!
She sat on the edge of the table, the peppermint patties by her side, her long, soft brown hair spilling down her back, her muscular legs pushing the high heels of her shoes down in the carpet as her hips rolled lightly, her teeth biting gently into her plump lower lip, and the buttons on her shirts barely holding back her round breasts as electric shocks shot through her.
The exstacy build up to almost unbearable strength, pulsing through her, threatening to split her open, to burst every atom in her body to all that was left was the purest joy.
The one knob kept working on the other, making her arch her back, scream out, hold onto the fabric of her skirt just to stay together, not to split open, but the sensation was too much, the knob worked too hard, too intense, and with a loud and final scream her body seized up in the most complete of joys, her hips thrust desperately, her nipples poked through the thin shirt she was wearing ands she collapsed moaning on the floor, the rest of the peppermints forgotten.


It's pretty long for DBPB at least... on here it doesn't look like much. But it's a start!