Exposed part 2 #masturbationmonday

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Hello!

This is part 2 – I would recommend you read part 1 before you read this.

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She felt suspended in the moment.

It was inevitable, she supposed, that she would end up here, like this. She felt awkward and tense, like an interloper, a clueless one at that, but she couldn’t deny her arousal.

She wasn’t surprised by these feelings; even her fantasies contained hushed embarrassment and notes of fear. The reality was far sharper, the fear a visceral reaction running through her body.

It was his words that had brought her here.

They had been reassuring, caring, kind enough to dampen the fear and tempting enough for her to release her desire, twisting and turning until it found a way through the tight cords of the knot inside her.

He walked back into the room, the glow from the lamp warming the skin of his gorgeous muscled torso. Loose black trousers fell from lean hips. She liked how he moved – lithe and powerful. Her eyes were quickly tugged and held by the black rope in his hands. It was wound neatly, looked quite utilitarian coiled so carefully, but she felt the weight of it when he dropped it onto the table.

Her skin began to hum in response, hungry to feel the pressure, the tight unyielding hold of it.

“We will begin slowly. Tonight, I will give you a taste of the rope – so you can determine if it’s what you truly want. Remove your clothes. I would prefer you to be naked, but you can leave your underwear on if you need to.”

She did as instructed, needing the final barrier of her underwear to remain. Feeling vulnerable, trying to read his gaze, she wanted to know how he saw her.

“You’re beautiful, Grace – everything I imagined.”

His words stroked her fragile heart, finding the loose ends of the knot, gently rolling the frayed strands. Her arms hanging loosely by her sides, she exhaled: a long, lovely release of tension.

Her heart rate accelerated, a pounding beat that she felt throughout her body. He came towards her, pulling the ends so it unravelled, letting it fall to the floor while he held the ends together. She couldn’t take her eyes off it, desperate to know what it would feel like but fearing it all the same.

“I want you to cross your arms behind your back, your forearms parallel to each other. I’m going to bind them together. The rope will go up your back and around your shoulders, crossing below and above your breasts as well. Ok?”

“Yes.” She replied softly.

Yes! Please do it, I want it, I want to be bound tight, held together with the rope.

Stepping behind her, he waited for her to position her arms correctly. Then she felt him place the rope around her wrists. The initial contact, the roughness of the rope made her jump slightly, even though she was expecting it. She felt so ridiculously gauche – what must he think of her?

“Relax, Grace. Just let yourself be.”

He pressed himself close to her back and wrapped his arms around her. “Breath with me.”

She felt his chest expand and contract, closed her eyes and felt the rhythm of his breathing against her neck. She breathed in when he did, exhaling the same. After a while she found herself drifting, concentrating on the beating of her pulse, the expansion of her lungs instead of his movements.

The rope came up her back from her tied wrists and passed over her arm to loop around the front of her body, moving across the top of her breasts; a straight line that wrapped around her body twice, pinning her arms to her side.

The rope felt like the earth, rough and strong; she could see the strands braided together like vines and wondered how it almost felt alive as it wound around her.

Her body felt light, she thought she might float away until he tugged the rope, tightened a knot, holding her to the ground.

Her breasts thrust out in response as she felt him create a knot in the centre of her back between her shoulder blades, a delicious pressure point against her spine. He passed the rope between her arm and her body, weaving on the loom, in and out, winding and crossing until her arms were completely bound and her breasts were framed by the rope.

Her legs were braced apart, her balance strangely uncertain with her arms bound as they were. She felt his hands leave the rope and stroke over the curve of her hips; sweeping round her body, following the line of her knickers until his fingers dipped into the lace. Down until they wove through her pubic hair, curling and twisting, sliding low to feel her arousal, a slippery warmth – a beacon to be followed.

She held her breath as he rubbed and circled her clit for the first time. Her head fell back onto his shoulder, a moan released from her throat. The elegant line an enticement for his lips and tongue. She closed her eyes, lost in the embrace of the rope, the wet warmth of his tongue on her skin.

“Bend over the table, Grace.”

Turning her face, she laid her hot cheek against the cool, varnished wood; felt his hot hands rip her knickers down until he tapped her ankles to step out of them.

Her breath caught as he kicked her legs wide, leaving her exposed and greedy. His hands squeezed and moved her bottom, pulling her cheeks apart for his mouth. The first soft lap had her flexing her bound hands and pressing her breasts against the table. Her swollen, aching flesh wept.

“Please…” She whispered.

She couldn’t think clearly, but she didn’t need to. The rope held her together, so she could let go of the knot inside her. She felt it unwind with every stroke of his tongue – each dip and push, pull and rise, until it was a loose coil, undone.

She pushed herself towards his mouth, unable to get enough, desperate for more. More tongue, more friction, more pressure. All of it. Every last bit that he could give her.

She needed it – oh god – it had to be now. No more waiting. Please!

She gasped as his mouth left her, moaned as his fingers pushed inside her. He set a demanding rhythm: hard and fast, filling and stretching her tight flesh.

Her nipples rubbed against the table, her arms strained against the rope. She felt the heat start between her legs. His other hand had moved round to rub her clit and she bit down on her lip as the tension built in her body.

On tip toes she reached for it, feeling the orgasm bloom low down in her abdomen.

“It’s there, Grace. Let it go now.”

She cried out in frustration. It was locked tight and she didn’t know how to release it.

Then his open hand came down hard on her bottom; the pain distracted her, the burn entranced her. Again and again he smacked her until the heat on her skin permeated her flesh, down and around, seeping into her pussy and her clit, making her clench tight around his fingers. This only compounded the ache, pushing her over the edge until she felt it burst out of her.

She cried out again, but this time it was an explosion of tension. Her body, held so tight for so long, snapped loose like a taut sail suddenly untied.

She felt the rope in that final moment, holding her wrists, circling her arms, across her chest and she had never felt so free.


I fought with this story, a proper scrap – words were said, the air was blue, laptops were nearly thrown.

Writing is not always easy – sometimes it’s more WWF than anything vaguely intellectual!!!

Hope you enjoyed it!

As always, thanks for reading. Check out Kayla Lords’ site for the rest of the Masturbation Monday posts. They’re always hot and well worth a read.

Rebecca x

Exposed – #masturbationmonday

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She couldn’t believe she’d actually done it.

Oh god! This was bad – so bad. What the fuck had she been thinking?

She could feel a rush of heat sweeping up her chest onto her face. This – this is why she’d never done anything like this before. She was incapable of hiding her feelings. “You’re like an open book,” her mum had always said. “Honesty like that is a beautiful thing, darling.”

It wasn’t beautiful when you had dark fantasies, wicked thoughts that made you shift and squirm in your seat at work, on the bus, in the cafe at lunch time. It wasn’t beautiful when your body was in a permanent state of tension, needing things that you could hardly bring yourself to accept, never mind ask for from anybody.

She laughed mirthlessly. Who was she kidding? There was no-one to ask. She had buried her secret self so securely she barely recognised who she was anymore. There was an unyielding, heavy knot inside her. Like rope, she imagined each strand braided together with tiny words branded on it, all the breathless, hot dreams written down and tied tight and left deep inside her where up to now it had been safe and secure.

Now one moment of insanity was about to ruin all the hard work she’d put into becoming invisible, because he saw her now.

He saw it all.

She was alone for the moment. Her whole body was tense and alert, ready to run. She’d left his office on the pretext of needing a drink. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and tried to relax her shoulders but the black and white photographs were all she could see, the erotic images imprinted on her eyelids.

She’d only gone into his office to leave a message on his desk. She’d known the room would be empty, he’d had a meeting in another part of the building. She was the only one allowed in there when he wasn’t there, so her guard had been down. Maybe that’s why she’d done it?

She had dropped the message on his desk and was turning to leave when she’d seen the three frames balanced against the wall. The pictures were facing the wall but she had been insanely curious to know what they were. So she’d walked over and turned them around only to be confronted with her deepest, darkest desires.

She should have put them back and walked away, she should never have touched them.

Instead in a trance, her heart nearly beating out of her chest, she’d found herself bending over and tracing the lines of rope on the beautiful woman’s skin; touching the knots, following the line of rope leading to the next knot, feeling the goosebumps rise on her own skin.

She had held her wrists together emulating the woman’s pose in the second photograph, and slowly fallen to her knees.

Looking into the model’s eyes, she’d seen the rich glow of peace, the knowledge that the rope was everything she wanted in that moment, the moment the shutter had gone down. Grace knew it was only a brief moment in time, a staged one at that, but she couldn’t help feeling that the woman knew it wouldn’t be the last time. She’d felt such an intense connection with her she’d raised her hand and stroked her face in the photograph.

That’s when she’d heard the door shut behind her.

She didn’t know how long he’d been stood there watching her. She’d scrambled to her feet, apologising over and over. One look in his dark eyes and she had known, her cover was blown and there was no way to change that. She’d practically run past him, couldn’t get away from that beautiful man fast enough.

She stood in the empty break room now and put her hot face in her hands. For the second time that day she heard the door shut behind her and knew it was him.

The panic was a wild animal inside her. She was on her tip toes, pivoting, ready to run before she even consciously thought about it. Get out! Get out! It was a verbal loop inside her head, the knot made one more valiant attempt to stay tight.

Head down, she moved to go round him, but he was blocking the door and in the end it only took one word as he took hold of her shoulders to stop her.

“Grace.”

But the fight wasn’t over yet.

“Look at me.” He said as he held her still in front of him.

Staring at the neat knot of his tie, she couldn’t bring her eyes any higher and she only just managed to subdue a hysterical laugh when she wanted to say, “It’s all about the knots today!”

She didn’t have much choice though when his finger lifted her chin. She shut her eyes instead and heard his little laugh and a soft, “Grace”, laced with a hint of frustration in his low voice.

A tiny puff of air was the only warning she got before his mouth landed on hers. Her eyes shot open, only to be confronted with the clear challenge in his just before his long lashes dropped to conceal it.

His lips were soft but there was no doubt he controlled the kiss as his tongue stroked across her full bottom lip. The tingles that contact induced had her closing her eyes to savour them. Heart pounding she tried to maintain some semblance of awareness, of restraint. She didn’t understand what was happening and as lovely as his kiss was she felt off balance and deeply uncertain.

The knot was still tightly wound and years of concealing it could not be ignored even if his kiss made it hard to remember why.


As always, thanks for reading. I’ll be posting Part 2 next week…

Check out Kayla Lords’ site for more Masturbation Monday posts. It’s always worth a look.

Rebecca x

Sexy Story Contest: ‘Donuts’

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So Oleander Plume ran a writing competition – it had prizes and everything! She’s got a list of crazy, hilarious prompts and to enter we had to pick one and write a story based on one of them. This is my entry.

When I read the list of prompts, one immediately jumped out at me so I ran with it…

I chose 11) two under cover cops on a stakeout are bored and horny.

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Jonny yawned, long and loud. He’d been sat in this pile-of-shit car with his partner, Matt, for fucking ages. They were on a stake out, which sounded way more interesting than it actually was. What it actually consisted of was lots of sitting around, scratching their asses, eating crap, drinking coffee that resembled sludge more than the actual beverage, and talking utter, complete, shit for hours at a time.

He’d bet on that last donut currently sat in its box on the dash, that the suspects weren’t going to show. To be honest it could go either way and he wouldn’t really give a damn. He was bored out of his ever-loving mind and could practically feel his brain shutting down despite the caffeine and sugar consumption he’d subjected his body to over the last five hours.

What the hell! He could always do with a bit more sugar.

He reached forward for that last remaining donut. It was frosted with sprinkles and he knew it was filled with gooey jelly and cream. He could feel his mouth watering, preparing for that first bite.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Jonny-Boy?”

He rolled his eyes. Trust Matt to get worked up about the last donut even though he’d eaten most of the box by himself.

He gave Matt the side-eye and said, “Eating the donut.”

“I don’t think so – that’s got my name on it.”

“Nope. It’s mine – you had the last one and five more before that.” He quickly grabbed the object of their attention and started to bring it to his already open mouth. This trajectory was altered when Matt’s giant paw of a hand grabbed hold of his wrist in a vice like grip.

“The only way you’re eating that donut is off my dick, Jonny-Boy.” Matt stated calmly……….

…..to be continued.


Just a teaser for now, the rest of the story will be coming soon in an exciting new project. I will announce the details ASAP.

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Rebecca x

A Challenge #masturbationmonday

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As I walk through our front door, I don’t know what I want.

I don’t know if I want to fuck you, control you, give myself over to you, ignore you, fight with you, or lock the bathroom door and get myself off.

I throw my keys into the bowl on the side table in the hallway; they rattle and clatter around until they decide to stay in and slide into the bottom. It’s been a shit day – there have been quite a few of those lately and they’re taking their toll. Right now my body is tense and fizzing with dissatisfaction: my brow feels heavy, the scowl there a weight of its own.

I catch sight of myself in the mirror. I know that look. I know this might not end well. I am close to the edge and you’re my nearest target.

I take a few deep breaths as I walk towards the living room. I can hear the TV playing softly. You always put it on as soon as you enter the room, whether you’re watching it or not.

One look is all it takes.

You know I’m in a shitty mood. I can see your big brain calculating and assessing how to handle me.

Will it be the offer of a chat? Let’s talk things through, discuss a plan of fucking action? Or will you smile and walk off? Not up for the challenge tonight, tired and dispirited yourself, you might not have the energy to deal with me.

I try to tell myself that both of those options are understandable. But as I stand there, staring at you I can feel the dare in my eyes, I am a fucking challenge and I want to know that you’re up for it.

“Bad day?” You ask warily.

“Yes.” I snap.

“You seem wound pretty tight.”

“Yes.”

“Got a headache?”

I shake my head and clench my jaw.

“Want a massage?”

I close my eyes and let my head fall back on my shoulders. I open them and stare at the ceiling for a moment, trying to hold back my temper, but I can feel it seeping into my head, my body, my mind. The knot in my chest is growing, I don’t know if I’m going to laugh or cry. I know I’m being unreasonable, unfair to you.

You’re not a mind reader, I know that, but I want you to be. I want you to know me; I need you to understand me and I don’t know why but this feels like a defining moment for us. Am I being ridiculous?

Maybe, but there’s no turning back now.

“No I don’t want a fucking massage.” I say through gritted teeth.

You don’t respond. I finally meet your eyes and you’re looking at me intently. I shift my weight onto my other foot, feel my palms get a little damp. I am waiting and it is torture.

“Get your arse over here.”

My eyebrows lift up, but I like where this is going, so I take a slow step, then another and another until I am stood directly in front of you.

“You’re being a bitch, you know that right?” I don’t have time to answer before you carry on. “I know you’re having a rough time at the moment, babe, but you can’t come home and heap all your shit on me. We need to find a way to deal with it together, and no, I’m not on about talking it out.” You say wryly when you see my lips draw tight. “I know exactly what you need, you need me to spank that bitch right out of you.”

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I feel my eyes go wide. I can’t actually believe you just said that.

“So get rid of your knickers, pull your skirt up and get your delicious arse over my lap.”

I watch you for a while, waiting for the other shoe to drop. But you don’t flinch – you just keep looking at me like you can see through me.

“Do it now!” I see the impatience flash across your face and you sit forward a little and before I know it I’m kicking my knickers off and shimmying my skirt up over my hips.

As I lay myself over your legs I have an almost out of body experience looking down from the ceiling and I don’t know if this is where I should be.

I don’t have long to think about this before your hand connects with my arse. You aren’t holding back…it hurts. I try to get away but you hold me down.

I don’t speak, all the conflict is in my head, not with you.

I feel the burn as you systematically spank my round, full cheeks. I feel my body move, the vibrations through to my pussy.

Fuck! It’s ok to want this, right? I mean, I don’t have to be strong all the time, do I? It’s ok to give in sometimes, to let someone else take over for a while?

I feel the wetness between my legs, I know you can see it.

“Spread your legs a little.” You demand.

I do it, slowly.

I feel even more vulnerable now – you know it. Neither of us misses me tilting my arse up for more though. I hear you laugh, low and soft, as you gently stroke the heated skin.

Bastard! You need to stop enjoying this so much and get on with it. I want the burn, I want my skin to feel alive. I shift my hips again, a not so subtle message. I can’t help myself.

“Hold still. You’re not running this show.” This time your voice is sharp, a little hard.

You play with my pussy for a while, dipping a finger or two in, stroking my folds until I’m ready to scream. But I won’t. I never scream.

Your touch disappears, quickly replaced by heavy, methodical smacks that leave a deep burn. Every time your hand lands on my body, I feel a muscle relax until one by one I am a boneless heap on your lap and still you keep going. You have found a rhythm now and my body moves with it. I want you to take me outside of myself.

I want to forget all the shit, just for a moment.

I need you to make me give in.

As my head sags forward I feel your hand stroke across my now relaxed shoulders and you whisper, “That’s it, baby.”

More smacks rain on my now stinging flesh, I dissolve into each one.

Falling or flying? I don’t know I’m too relaxed to analyse it. All I can think about now is the deep, deep ache between my legs. I squirm on your lap. This time it is an unconscious act, but you read me well and quickly move your attention to where I need it the most.

I am a wet mess. I can feel it, but there is no shame, it’s part of my body’s release and you have brought me to this state.

There is room for other emotions now – the well of negativity has run dry for the time being. Now I feel full, that in itself is almost too much. I’m not comfortable yet, still feel edgy and not quite satisfied.

“Please.” I whisper.

Your fingers push into me: firm, sure strokes that I clench around. It feels good but I need… that – oh god – I need that right there. Your whole hand rubs and circles my clit, your thumb slips inside me, a token penetration, but it works, it all works.

Before I know it my body is rigid – so tense I think I might snap.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I pant.

I need it, oh god, please, I need it.

It’s building and I don’t remember ever feeling anything this intense before. My pussy is burning – everything feels so tight – over sensitive and a deep sensation in my abdomen is coiled, ready to explode. Out, I need to get it out, I need to finish this, to see if I survive it.

The coil is unwinding, spinning, like a Catherine Wheel and then in a moment of clarity I know I am done.

Head back, hips grinding down, eyes squeezed shut I open my mouth and scream.


As always, thanks for reading. This is the first piece I’ve written in a while, things haven’t been great here and I think some of my frustration and annoyance might have spilled over into the story??!!!! I enjoyed writing it though, hope you enjoyed reading it.

For more Masturbation Monday posts check out Kayla’s site.

Thanks,

Rebecca x

Guest Post: No Mercy Part 2 by Exhibit A #masturbationmonday @EA_unadorned

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You asked for it, so he has delivered! Here’s part two from last week’s story by Exhibit A see part one here. It totally lives up to my expectations, I’m sure you’ll feel the same. I like these three – they’re good together. Keep some kind of cooling aid close by…

I worked Becky’s stiff nipple with my tongue, my shoulder pressed almost companionably against Sam’s. Between us, we had her pinned to the bed; our hands were on her biceps and stomach, and I felt her muscles tense as she tested the weight of our grip. Her movements were shaky and uncontrolled though, and when I swept my fingers down across her belly to brush over the soft curls above her cunt, she sighed and fell still again.

I flicked my eyes back to Sam’s body. His cock had remained fully erect ever since I’d entered the room, and I recalled the pride in Becky’s voice every time she talked about sucking it.

“It might be over eight inches, but I can still get all of him in my mouth. He said he’s never seen anything like it.”

Becky’s eyes were still squeezed shut as we caressed her skin, but her mouth opened and closed with each short, shallow breath. I reached up and took her jawbone between my thumb and forefinger. Her face was flushed already, and warm to the touch when I stroked her cheek with the back of my hand.

Sam leaned in closer, but I laid my fingertips against his chest and pushed him back onto his haunches.

“Becky,” I whispered. “Becky, look at me.”

She nuzzled my hand, but her eyes stayed shut. I forced her lips apart with my thumb, and pushed down on her bottom front teeth until her mouth opened wide.

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“Mm, that’s better,” I said. “But it’s about time you did some of the work. I want you to suck Sam’s cock for me. Take as much as you can. Show me just how much you love having his fat dick in your throat.”

Sam grunted his approval, as I leaned back and pulled Becky up onto her knees. Her body was limp in my arms, and she allowed me to turn her sideways until she faced him. I saw their eyes meet for the first time; there was trust and affection in the way he looked at her, and she practically glowed in response.

Becky reached a hand out – no longer tentative or shy – and cupped Sam’s heavy balls. I wrapped her dark hair tightly around my fist, ready to guide her movements, but something about the way she touched him made me pause. I opened my fingers again and let her hair fall down over her shoulders, then moved my fingers back along her spine until I reached her arse.

Sam’s cock twitched, as Becky continued to stare up at him.

“Fuck, man,” he said, his voice husky and thick. “I’ve missed this mouth so much. No-one sucks my cock quite like she does.”

“Oh, I can believe that. She practically drools every time she talks about it. Filthy little slut, our Becky – her cunt is soaking wet already.”

I dipped my fingers between Becky’s arse cheeks. She was a mess; a soft, slick, hot little puddle of need, and I struggled to keep my thumb on her clit as she ground back against me.

“Stop squirming and do as you’re told. Get your fucking mouth around his cock.”

I held my middle and ring fingers together, and slid them inside Becky’s cunt. She squeezed them like she’d squeezed my dick so many times over the previous few months, but her focus had returned to Sam, who thrust his hips expectantly towards her. With an audible intake of breath – like a swimmer preparing to dive underwater – she pressed her lips against the end of his cock, and slowly let them open around it.

Even with my fingers inside her, I felt suddenly like a voyeur, such was Becky’s sudden concentration on Sam’s pleasure. She had to stretch to fit him in her mouth, and she made no effort to hide the wet hiss of saliva each time the head dragged back and forward over her tongue. It seemed to arouse him even more, the sound of her sucking his cock, and I watched it get even thicker as he tossed his head back and let her work further and further down the shaft.

I dug my nails into Becky’s arse, and started to move my fingers deeper inside her, matching the rhythm of her mouth on Sam’s cock. Her hand twisted around his length as she sucked him, simultaneously holding him in place and coaxing him further into her throat. I was almost afraid to break the spell, but couldn’t resist letting her know what effect the whole scene was having on me.

“God, you look so fucking hot like that. You really were born to do this, weren’t you? I can feel how tight you are around my fingers right now. Don’t you dare come though. Not till you’ve tasted his.”

I spat on my other hand and pumped it over my own cock, as Becky swallowed even more of Sam’s. I suddenly understood how she deep-throated mine with such apparent ease; Sam’s was a good two inches longer, but finally her nose pressed against his pubic hair and she moaned in triumph, the sound muffled by the sheer volume of dick in her mouth. Gasping for breath, she let it slide all the way out again, and I felt pre-cum smudge the ball of my thumb as I saw how wet his long shaft was with her spit.

Becky looked back over her shoulder for the first time. Her eyes widened at the sight of me stroking my cock. I took my fingers out of her cunt, and gently rolled them in circles over her clit.

“Did I tell you to stop sucking him? Look, now he’s having to get himself off – and that’s meant to be your job.”

Becky turned back to Sam, who had replaced her mouth with his hand. Sweat glistened on his chest, and the veins that criss-crossed his cock were thick and swollen with blood. I realised he was seconds away from orgasm; Becky clearly saw it too, because she batted his arm away and fell on him with renewed vigour. The mattress shifted beneath us, but an earthquake could have struck the hotel and still Becky would have sucked him, such was her determination to finish the job.

I looked up at Sam’s face. His jaw was clenched, but his eyes were wide open, and he stared back at me. Neither of us could keep our gaze off Becky for long though; the sexual energy that radiated from her body was like nothing I’d ever seen. With a final shudder, Sam pushed his cock inside her mouth, and I knew without question that the first shot of cum had just hit the back of Becky’s throat.

“Oh…fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said. “Oh, you fucking beautiful little bitch.”

He tried to pull away, but Becky wouldn’t let him. Only when I put my hand on her shoulder did she release his cock, just in time for the last few drops to spill out over her lips. I struggled not to laugh with joy at what had just happened.

“That was incredible. You were incredible. Jesus.”

Becky rolled onto her side and smiled weakly up at me. My hand was still clamped between her legs; I knew it wouldn’t take much to bring her to the same shaking, breathless orgasm that she’d just given Sam, but something told me there was no need to rush things. Keeping her on the edge for a while longer might be to everyone’s benefit, after all.

I straddled Becky’s motionless body, as Sam crawled round behind me. Her eyes followed my cock, which bobbed closer and closer to her face. I nodded at Sam, who licked his index finger and found her clit. He slowly rubbed it, as I reached round and lifted Becky’s head up towards my crotch.

“You were incredible…but don’t think for a moment that you’re done yet.”

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As always, thanks for reading. This is the last post for Masturbation Month – but we won’t be stopping, don’t you worry. Take a look at Kayla’s site for more Masturbation Monday posts.

A big thank you to Exhibit A for the last two weeks’ posts. Check out his site for more great erotica and other sex blogging goodness. I can’t help thinking there could be a really yummy part 3 to this story… if he decides to ever write that, I’ll let you know.

It’ll be me again next week – I’ve already got a few ideas… I’ve had a request for a M/F/F menage. Not done one of those yet, so I’m tempted.

Rebecca x

No Mercy – guest post by Exhibit A @EA_unadorned #masturbationmonday

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Ok, I’ve got a special treat for you this week. A guest post from Exhibit A who is one of my favourite blogger / writers. It’s part one of two – he’s been a bit of a tease here, but I reckon we can take it! So come back next Monday and have a look at part two. Enjoy!

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For the third time in under 10 minutes, I checked the programme and glanced down at my watch. Four speakers still to come. Another four hours of industry analysis, laboured anecdotes, and thinly disguised self-promotion.

“Kill me now,” I mouthed at Scott, who merely rolled his eyes in response. His notebook was filling up with page after page of his neat cursive; my colleagues’ ability to drink in and digest bullshit had never ceased to amaze me, and Scott certainly had no intention of breaking that streak.

My work phone buzzed on the desk in front of me, and I grabbed it like a drowning man clutching at a tossed rope. Oh please, please let there be some sort of emergency back at the office. Angry client, IT failure, building fire – by that point, I’d have taken any of them. Maybe even all three. I thumbed over the keypad and a message flashed up. It was Becky.

“He flew in last night. Be outside my door in 10 minutes. Can’t believe it – so excited.”

I squinted at my phone and reread her text. Sam was officially the one who got away – the man Becky still squirmed at the mere mention of, even 18 months after he’d packed his bags and flown halfway around the world to start a new life. I probably should have resented the hold he had over her, but jealousy had never really been a part of our arrangement. We were two like-minded souls in a company staffed almost exclusively by the dull and the moronic; it was an office fling whose genesis lay in necessity and circumstance, rather than any sort of romantic urge. If whispered fantasies about a threesome with her ex made her come even harder around my cock, that was just fine by me.

I scrambled out from the back row of the conference hall, mumbling apologies to the delegates who had to half-stand to let me past. My hand shook as I leaned against the door and remembered the last conversation we’d had about Sam.

“I want the two of you together,” she’d said. “I just adore that idea. I want to be completely at your mercy.”

I tapped out a quick response to her message on my phone. “Be up in five minutes. This had better not be a joke!”

Her reply was almost instantaneous. “Five minutes? You’re missing out. We’ve already started…”

The hotel lobby was empty as I floated across it, my mind already on the 15th floor. I followed a porter into the lift and swore under my breath as I saw him punch 7 on the dashboard – even one extra stop felt like it would add an eternity to the ascent. He threw an apologetic look my way as he wheeled the luggage cart out of the lift, as if he could sense my annoyance, but I was already jamming my thumb against the button to close the doors, thinking about all the scenarios we’d discussed, and wondering which of them was already under way above me.

The lift doors opened on the 15th floor and I reached into my pocket for Becky’s spare key card. Both of us enjoyed sneaking around behind our colleagues’ backs, even though in reality few would have cared had they known. Gossip didn’t really exist in our office, not least because it would have required imagination and curiosity about something other than the company’s profits. Even when a carpenter had to be called out one morning to fix the Managing Director’s desk, no-one seemed to suspect that its overnight collapse might have been triggered by the weight of our bodies as I bent Becky over and fucked her till we heard the first crack.

Thick carpet muffled my footsteps as I trotted down the corridor. Sunlight streamed in through the windows on my left, and I basked in its warmth; in the thrill of what I was about to do, and the prospect of a different, darker heat. I counted off the rooms on the right – 19, 20, 21, 22… – and as I got closer to number 28, I felt the blood start to pound in my ears.

A ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign hung on the door handle, even though the maid had long since finished her rounds: Becky was nothing if not thorough. I pressed my fingertips against the heavy wood in front of me and slowed my breathing, listening for the sound of hers – or his. Only the whirr of the air con broke the silence, its steady hum a counterpoint to the thumping in my chest.

I slid the key card into the lock and pushed down on the handle. The door made no sound as it swung open, but I did. My gasp was involuntary, a sharp intake of breath that was released as something between a sigh and a moan when I took in what I saw in front of me.

no mercy

Becky lay on her back on the bed. She wore only the bracelet I’d bought for her birthday, and her spine was arched in pleasure as her fingers moved frantically over her cunt. Kneeling next to her was one of the most attractive men I’d ever seen. His hair was dark, and fell down almost as far as his muscled shoulders. He’d broken his nose at some point, but that merely lent his face an even fiercer aspect, as he stared down at Becky’s naked body.

His tanned arse flexed rhythmically; I watched the skin tighten and relax, setting off a chain reaction that flowed through his hips and pushed his hard cock forward, through his curled fist. Even from the doorway, I could see that one hand was barely enough to cover half his length, and I thought about the way Becky’s eyes always shone when she described it.

“It’s the best fucking cock I’ve ever seen. Seriously, his dick is huge and it’s always hard – I get wet just thinking about it.”

I tried not to stare as Sam turned and registered my presence.

“Hey man, I hope you don’t mind but we got going without you. Look at how much of a mess she is already. Come over here and get stuck in.”

I shrugged off my jacket and unbuttoned my shirt as I walked over to the bed. Becky lifted her head and our eyes met. I held her gaze, my face fixed in a deliberately impassive mask. She reached out a hand, but I stayed just out of reach, forcing myself to focus on my cuff links. I unhooked first one, then the other, and laid them on the bedside table. I stepped out of my shoes and Sam flashed me a lopsided smile.

“Ok, you do know how to make an entrance. Becky’s going to start humping the bed if you don’t hurry up with those.”

My belt buckle clinked as I opened it. My own cock strained against my boxers, and when I let my suit trousers fall to the floor Becky made a second attempt to grab me, her fingers clawing at the air as I stepped to one side. She tried to pull her arm back, but I held on to her wrist with one hand. I glanced at Sam, who gave a brief nod.

“I think I speak for both of us when I say that’s the last thing you do without our permission. You wanted to be at our mercy? Well maybe you should be careful what you wish for…”

I turned Becky’s arm over and pressed my thumb against her palm. With my other hand, I pulled at my boxers, lifting them over my erection till they slid down to join the suit trousers at my feet. Fully naked, I climbed up onto the bed, opposite Sam. Becky’s eyes closed in surrender, as we each took one of her nipples in our mouths…

To be continued.

Exhibit A – May 2015


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Rebecca x

Pay Back Is Sweet – I.O.U #2

Hello! You can read this as a stand alone, but it’s part #2 of something I wrote last week. It’s here if you want to read it first.

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I walk down the hall towards his office, a small smile playing around my lips as I glance at the piece of paper in my hand.

He’s not expecting me and he’ll probably be very busy, but he’ll make time for me. He won’t have any choice.

I am already feeling the evidence of my arousal between my legs, rubbing against my bra. I lift my hand and roll my hard, tight nipple between my fingers. Sparks fly, darting down the front of my body to my already wet, swollen clit. Mmm, delicious.

I come to a stop in front of his office door, wiggling my ass, enjoying the sensations between my legs.

God, I’m so ready for this.

He left me a horny mess this morning and I didn’t have the time to see to myself. I managed to wait until lunch break, that’s the best I could do. Now it’s time for him to make amends.

I open the door and walk in to see him on the phone. I kick it shut and turn the lock. He raises his eyebrows at me in question, but I don’t speak, I only walk towards his big desk and drop the piece of paper in front of him.

I’M CALLING IN MY MARKER.

I see him read it as I start to unbutton my blouse. He coughs and apologises to whoever is on the other end of the line. I can’t resist an evil grin when he looks at me and I see the dawning realisation on his gorgeous face.

I shrug out of the blouse, hanging it carefully over the back of the chair on my side of the desk. His burning eyes follow my finger as it traces the edges of the black lace covering my breasts, I dip into my cleavage then run that finger up the centre of my chest to my mouth where I suck it between my red lips. In and slowly out, dragging over my soft wet tongue.

I moan. I can’t help it.

He valiantly continues his conversation as I shimmy and step out of my skirt, but I can see his heart isn’t in it. Bless him, he seems to be stuttering and stammering quite a lot.

Walking around the desk, I stop beside his chair, I feel the laughter bubbling in my chest but bite my lip to hold it in as he turns his chair towards me giving me my first view of what I came for. His well cut trousers are bulging and straining at the zip; I’m going to undo them soon and take him out. But not quite yet – there is still time for a little more teasing first.

I take the finger that is still glistening from my mouth and trail it down my body. His eyes are glued to its movements. I circle my tummy button then continue down until it slips beneath the black lace of my knickers. I feel my silken curls and can’t resist stroking them around my finger before it moves down to the damp, warmth below.

Oh god, that feels good.

My eyes close for a moment as I rub and stroke my clit. I think he is trying to wind up the phone call, but to be honest I’m not really listening anymore.

I move lower, coating my finger in my wet, slippery arousal. Carefully, I pull it free of my knickers and open my eyes to watch as I sweep it across his open lips. Now it is his turn to close his eyes as his tongue darts out to have a taste. I watch his enjoyment and feel another piece of my control slip. I push my finger into his mouth, it tightens on me as I push it in and out. Oh yeah – I am so loving that – dirty boy.

I withdraw my finger and quickly take my knickers off. I bend a little so I can reach his trousers, unbuckling his belt quickly, undoing the button and yanking the zipper down.

I gesture for him to lift so I can tug his trousers and boxers down over his tight ass. He scrambles to comply and suddenly there he is, thick, hard and long and all mine. His cock is so hard it’s tight against his stomach, but that actually works for me.

As I straddle him I gasp when my pussy first makes contact with him. My arms go over his shoulders so I can grab hold of the chair. I am breathing hard already. God only knows what the person on the other end of the phone can hear, but I’m past caring.

My clit is pressed against his hard cock and there’s only one thing on my mind now. I can’t keep still, I rub and roll against him; use my legs to push up and down, my hips to undulate against him. I’m non-stop motion.

The phone crashes down onto the desk, his hands go to my hips, holding me, moving me as we look at each other.

“I really hope he didn’t realise what was happening, otherwise the company might have just lost a major client.” He pants, cheeks flushed.

“Couldn’t wait…been thinking about it since this morning…oh god, yeah, right there. Oh fucking hell!” My head falls back as my hips seem to gain a life of their own. His cock is slippery now, the ridges around the head keep grinding against my clit and I can’t stop. I need to come all over him.

“You are so wet for me. That’s it, use my cock. Want to see you come for me.”

“Oh yeah, now, I’m coming now. Oh it feels so good.” One arm hooks around his neck as I pull him towards me, his mouth sucking, kissing, licking my neck; hitting my sweet spot just right.

I am frantic now, my hips moving of their own volition as the sensations in my clit explode and my whole body tenses and shudders its way through an orgasm that’s been brewing for the past five hours.

It goes on and on until I feel his body jerk below me and a hissed “Yes!” hits against my skin and the hot, wet warmth between my legs makes me realise that he has reached the end too.

When I finally come around, my head is resting on his shoulder. Our breathing is starting to even out and he rolls his head my way, kissing my cheek.

“Payment never felt so good, babe.”


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Rebecca x

 

I.O.U #masturbationmonday

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He woke me this morning.

Normally I sleep through him getting up for work, but this morning he needed me. So he woke me.

I opened my blurry eyes to see him stood by the closed door, naked, his cock already becoming hard. He moved towards me, quickly climbing onto the bed and slipping under the covers. I laughed quietly, sensing his urgency, loving him for it.

“What’s going on, baby?”

“I need a cuddle…”

“A cuddle?” I laughed again.

“Yeah, a cuddle.” He replied as he turned my body and lifted my leg over his hip as my arm went around him. “God you’re so warm, feel so good.” He held me tight against him.

I rode his thigh for a moment while I kissed and licked the long line of his neck. Sleep still cloaked my mind and body, but I felt an ache begin between my legs. I moaned as his fingers found it, softly running over my sensitive flesh. I rolled onto my back and opened my legs for him as he dipped his finger into me, gently testing my readiness.

“Yes.” I whispered thrusting my hips towards him, even as I knew there wasn’t really time for me. Not this morning. He likes being inside me though, makes him hot so I let him play with me.

I looked down his body and took his hard cock into my hand. Gripping him firmly I worked him fast and hard. His head went back after the first stroke, his eyes closed by the third, his jaw clenched by the fifth.

“Yes.” He hissed through gritted teeth, still using his fingers on me. “Wanna come all over you.”

“Yes, do it!” My hand pumped him, over and over. I knew it would be quick. His body was tense, I watched his face, he was lost to it, striving and straining for it. So fucking hot, only mine to see like this.

“Fuck, yeah! That’s it… oh yeah!” He whispered.

I looked down my body, watched my breasts move with every thrust of his fingers, loving the feeling of him inside me that way.

“Watch.” I said.

My hand sped up, concentrating on the head of his cock, just like he preferred it. I angled my body towards him, he moved his hips forward so his cock was over my stomach.

“Yes!” We watched as ribbons of come shot out onto my skin. My hand slowed down with each shudder and jerk until I finally stopped and we were left looking at his marks on my stomach, listening to his gasping breaths.

He gently withdrew his fingers from me saying, “God, I needed that.”

“Mmm I noticed.” I said against his lips as he kissed me.

“I’ll make it up to you, baby.” He said as he jumped out of bed, seemingly energised by our little interlude.

My body was aching and restless, but I knew I’d get what I needed later.

I smiled. I liked knowing he owed me.


As always, thanks for reading. May is national masturbation month (I think that should be international seen as I’m in the UK), anyway, we’re amping up the #masturbationmonday posts, so keep a look out for more hot stories. Go check out what Kayla’s got going on at A Sexual Being.

 

At The End Of The Day – #masturbationmonday

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The main floor is quiet now. The team have been sent to the pub with two hundred quid behind the bar to celebrate the successful completion of our latest project.

I begin to undo my tie as I make my way back to Maddie’s office. There’s only one way I want to celebrate and it’s waiting for me inside that room.

I hear a low moan as I open the door. I rip my tie from around my neck and start on my shirt buttons as I walk in, taking a moment to lock the door.

“You couldn’t wait for me then?” I ask wryly, shrugging out of my shirt.

Watching Maddie suck on Aidan’s bottom lip makes my cock twitch. I see her tongue flick out before her full lips capture his, taking it inside her mouth. She is only a few inches shorter than him in her high heels, slender where he is broad. Her blouse is hanging open, I catch a tantalising glimpse of black lace.

She smiles and continues to torment him. I love to see her mouth on him, love to watch his reaction.

Jesus, I lost count how many times I watched her working today and imagined her mouth on me. She was in her element, troubleshooting, checking the detail, kicking ass when needed and always aware of the next step; taking us where we needed to go. She was fucking mesmerising.

She turns her head to look at me. “Get over here.”

It is a command I am more than willing to obey.

I walk over and stand at her back. They continue to kiss as I slip the blouse from her shoulders. I see Aidan close his eyes as his tongue reaches out to touch Maddie’s. So hot seeing him lost in her. I bend a little to kiss the vulnerable nape of her neck. Her hair is up, she prefers it this way.

I press my hard cock against her backside, groaning when she moves against me. Looking over her shoulder I see Aidan watching me with hot, heavy lidded eyes.

Dropping the blouse I lift my arms to cup her small breasts. Pulling the bra down, I immediately take hold of her nipples. I hear her breath hitch as I roll and pull them. She is incredibly sensitive there. I feel her press into my hands, searching, wanting more.

Aiden’s open hands stroke up her back, getting rid of her bra on the way. I watch their journey back down the elegant line of her spine, the gentle curve of her waist as he unzips her skirt. I take over from there, falling to my knees I tug the skirt down with her knickers and tap her ankles to step out of them. My eyes move from her black heels, up her long, slender legs to the place between her legs that I want to taste. My mouth waters.

She steps back from Aidan. “Get naked.”

Walking over to the couch, she sits down facing us. Our belts jingle in unison as we strip for her. My heart begins to pound. Finally naked, we walk over to where we know she wants us to be.

Her legs are spread wide, I can’t take my eyes off her fingers gently stroking up and down her slit. Taking hold of my cock, I stroke the length, pumping once, twice before I have to let go.

We kneel between her legs, our shoulders touching, one arm goes around each other, the other rests on each of Maddie’s thighs. We’ve found it’s a more comfortable fit this way.

Aidan and I look at each other, the flush on his cheeks surely matches my own. I feel it sweep down my neck, onto my chest. No matter how many times we do this, the anticipation always makes my stomach tense. We lean towards each other to kiss, a slow, soft exchange of excitement and want.

“Oh I love watching you kiss – so beautiful.” She murmurs.

We smile and break apart with a last long lick. Our eyes meet. We don’t need to speak. We move as one until our mouths hover just above her pussy. Her hands settle on the back of our heads, gripping then releasing our hair. She is impatient tonight.

Her pussy is pink and glistening; the neat folds smooth and inviting. We take it in turns to kiss her, lightly at first, tiny flicks of our tongues; long, soft strokes either side of her folds. We never touch her clit. We tease, suck and lick her everywhere else until her hips are moving in a steady undulating rhythm and she is emitting an almost continuous low moan.

“Oh fuck yeah!” She is breathless. “That feels so good. Don’t stop doing that… oh god, I love watching you both.”

I look up to see her hands squeezing her breasts, her eyes locked on us. There is a desperation there already. I tangle my tongue with Aidan’s, covering the whole of her swollen, wet flesh with long, firm strokes. We move up to her clit and lavish it with attention, her head goes back, her back arches. My cock feels like it’s going to explode, I want to take hold of it but know I must wait. She is close now. I want to see her come, want to taste it and feel it on my tongue.

Aidan shifts slightly and thrusts two fingers inside her. Maddie’s stomach clenches, we hold her thighs apart, fucking her with mouths, tongues, fingers; continuous motion that makes her thighs shake and her hands pull and tug at our hair.

“There! Fuck! Don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop!”

She sits forward as her muscles tense and screams out her release. We continue to fuck her until her body jerks and twists. She pushes our heads away and collapses back against the couch, panting and gasping for breath. She is flushed, her skin shiny with sweat.

This is my favourite version of Maddie.

We sit back on our heels, cocks straining and wait for our next instruction.



 

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In Control #masturbationmonday

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Ok, she could do this. Jenny eyed up the clothes she’d just taken off, piled neatly on the laundry basket in the corner. She’d thought about it enough, right? Thought about all the ways they could do this – all the ways they could fuck each other – how she wanted them to touch each other while she watched.

She drew in a deep breath and turned towards the sink. She needed to get her shit together. He was relying on her and she really didn’t want to let him down.

She wasn’t sure how long she’d be able to just watch though. She felt all twitchy and tingly just thinking about it.

She watched her hand squeeze her breast in the mirror above the sink; it felt heavy and ached. She was fairly sure watching them was going to blow the top of her head off. Her hand moved down her body until she cupped herself between her legs. Fuck! She couldn’t help rolling her hips, pressing her palm against her pussy.

She flushed the toilet. She’d said she needed to go, but really she’d needed a minute to herself. She didn’t want them to know that she’d felt a bit overwhelmed there for a moment, but it was all good now. Rolling her shoulders, she leant forward towards the mirror, checked her teeth and swiped her finger over her eyebrow, noting the flush on her cheeks and how her eyes burned with excitement.

“Right, let’s fucking do this!” She whispered to her reflection.

Opening the door, Jenny strode into the bedroom to see them naked and waiting. She watched them both stroke their hard cocks as they scanned her body. Oh dear, that was naughty of them.

“Hands behind your backs. Now.” Her voice was low and firm.

They stood facing each other about a foot apart. Watching them obey her, she felt the first small thrill of power settle on her shoulders.

“Step closer to each other. That’s it – keep going. Hands by your sides now.” She heard Dan’s small gasp as the tip of his cock touched Sean’s stomach. They were a similar height, so when she told them to stop, their mouths were only a few centimetres apart and their cocks were trapped between their bodies.

Slowly walking around them, she trailed her fingers across their broad shoulders, down the dip of their spines until she palmed their arses. Squeezing hard she sank her nails in and smiled when Dan squeaked. It had the desired effect – he jerked forwards rubbing his cock along Sean’s. The dual moans stroked right over her clit.

She watched them both surreptitiously rub against each other, loving seeing them so needy. Raising her hand, she brought it down hard on Dan’s firm arse. “Enough! Stand still.” She stroked the pink mark on his skin, felt the slight tremble go through his body. Oh, he was loving this: her beautiful, slutty, man.

“Kiss each other. I want to see lots of tongue, but keep your hands where they are for now.”

The men’s eyes met as Sean’s tongue tentatively ran across Dan’s lips. Their mouths came together for a soft first kiss.

“Yes, that’s it.” She breathed. God, that was horny. “More, come on.”

Dan finally closed his eyes, tilted his head and gave into it. It rapidly became a hard meeting of mouths, tongues lashing and battling each other for dominance. She stood close, listening to their breathing change, the little groans of appreciation and lust.

Placing a hand on each man’s back, she stroked their hot, damp skin, pushing them closer together until the front of their bodies were aligned.

Dan’s hands were clenched into fists at his side.

“Touch each other.” No sooner were the words out than they grabbed the others hips, sliding round to cup each others arse so they could grind their cocks against one another.

Jenny couldn’t look away from them. Her whole body throbbed with arousal seeing these two men so into each other. They were straining towards one another, sweating and grunting; desperate to come and she wanted them to. She wanted to see it.

“Sean, take hold of both your cocks.” He immediately followed her instruction, stepping back slightly to make room. Dan rested his hand on Sean’s hip. His head rolled back on his shoulders at the first stroke, eyes closed, lost in the moment.

Sean was looking down at the hold he had on their cocks. They were both thick and long so his hand stretched wide to work them both.

“Oh fuck, yeah!” Dan moaned.

“That good, baby?” She asked quietly.

“So good, Jenny… please, put your hands on me. I need to come.”

She watched his hips start to thrust into Sean’s hand: small, shallow thrusts, and knew he was close. Moving to stand behind him, she pressed herself against his back and arse. Her arms went around him, pinching and pulling his nipples. Then she ran her palms over his tightly clenched stomach. Their cocks had a gravitational pull for her, they both moaned her name when her hand took hold of them. She matched her rhythm to Sean’s.

“Come for me, both of you.”

She felt his body go rigid. Sean picked up the pace, solid, rough pulls that drew the heads of their cocks together. Over and over until Dan’s head fell forward onto Sean’s shoulder and he shouted out his release. Hot and wet, she continued to slide her hand over their cocks until Sean mirrored Dan’s posture.

He jerked and shuddered, “Fuck! Oh fuck, yeah!”

More warm come covered her hand. She wanted a taste. Soon.

Feeling Dan wobble, they let go and she ordered them both to the bed. They staggered over and flopped down on their backs.

Standing over them, hands on her hips, her pussy screaming for attention. She said, “Right, you’ve got two minutes recovery time. Then I want both of your faces between my legs…”

They rolled said faces towards her, grinning. “Yes, Mistress.”

She bit her lip. Cheeky bastards.

As always thanks for reading. I was inspired this week by another blogger. Exhibit A if you haven’t read his stuff yet, get over there and have a look – well worth it and be prepared to get hot and bothered – I do. He’s definitely in my top ten must read blogs (might do a post about that at some point).

A lot of you know the drill by now. Kayla Lords’ site A sexual Being has all the Masturbation Monday posts so go and have a look if you get the chance.

Thanks, Rebecca x