Sir and Babygirl: Family Ties by Kayla Lords @KaylaLords

Today I’m delighted to be able to give my good friend Kayla Lords’ new book a shout out. This lady is amazing, between great podcasts called Loving BDSM and countless blog posts, Masturbation Monday goodness and professional writing, I have no idea where she finds the time to write a book too! Kayla’s intimate knowledge of living in a 24/7 D/s relationship is sure to heat up this latest Sir and Babygirl book. So let’s take a look…

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Sir and Babygirl: Family Ties (Book 3)

Blurb:

Johnathan is ready to take his relationship with Katie to a whole new level. His kids are away at college, and his sister has moved out. After months together, discovering their love and a D/s relationship as Sir and Babygirl that works for them, it’s time to meet the extended family.

Will Babygirl be able to move past her own anxieties? Can they survive the expectations of their families? And what happens to Sir and Babygirl next? Find out in the third set of adventures between a loving Dominant man and his willing and eager Babygirl.

Price: $1.99

Word Count: 17,400

Purchase Links:

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Excerpt:

Snaking an arm around her middle, he grabbed her mound and squeezed. She whimpered in response. The pain in her backside allowed her to ignore the swollen damp feeling coming from between her thighs.

“Mine.”

That one word sent spasms through her body. Oh yes, she was his. Every part of her was his. She desperately hoped he’d claim his property. Now, before the door bell rang and their vanilla life intruded.

He pushed one finger into her slit.

“You’re soaking wet, girl. Such a slut.”

She moaned in response.

In and out, in and out, his finger stroked the deepest parts of her body. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted more.

“Don’t fidget, girl. I know what you need.”

With the smallest of movements, she nodded her understanding. He’d given her what she’d asked for, now he was going to take what he wanted. In the end, they’d both be satisfied.

The tip of his finger began to make small circles over her clitoris. Small, slow circles. Heat and pressure began to build. When she moved against his hand, he stopped and stroked her slit, slipping a finger into her body. Once she was still, he moved back to her clit.

Patience was required, and he was going to teach it to her one way or another. The circles came faster. Her juices coated the swollen nub, allowing his hand to move with greater ease. The pressure built higher and faster. A line of fluid trickled down the inside of her thigh.

Her desire so high it could no longer be contained by her body.

He laughed against her ear. Yes, now, please. But he wasn’t ready to stop his game. Not yet.

Thrusting two fingers deep inside her pussy, he found her innermost tender spot. Hooking his fingers, he began a familiar tap-tap-tap motion. Babygirl trembled from head to toe. Her head fell back against his shoulder. Cries and whimpers filled the air around them. She was going to come and soon but she knew instinctively if she begged or asked for release it would be denied.

Just as her body began to convulse around his hand, he stopped and pulled away. An empty feeling deep inside caused her to groan. Dark laughter was the only response. A chuckle and his touch on her clit again. Hissing between gritted teeth, she tightened every muscle in her body, desperate to hold back the looming orgasm until he granted his permission.

About Kayla Lords

Kayla is a full-time writer, sex blogger, erotic author, and babygirl submissive. When she’s not writing about BDSM from her perspective, she’s coming up with kinky sex scenes and waiting for her own Dominant to give her a much-needed spanking.

Follow Kayla on Twitter or over at her website where there’s always something kinky to read.

Show Me #masturbationmonday

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As I take another sip of red wine I watch him move around the kitchen.

He keeps rolling his right shoulder, trying to relieve the knot of stress that I know he carries there after a busy, stressful week. There are faint lines of strain around his eyes –  their usually vibrant colour dimmed by tiredness and worry.

I know what’s going on at work, I just can’t do anything about it. I hate not being able to help him, but I know what I can do. I lean forward and place my wine glass on the table and rise slowly to my feet.

He sees me move and puts the dirty dishes on the counter. Turning to me, he opens his arms and I step forward, nuzzling his neck as they close around me.

“You’re tense, baby.”

He exhales loudly. “Yeah, it’s been a tough week.”

“Let’s do something about that, shall we?”

I feel him stand straight and shift his weight from one foot to the other. He’s always a little reluctant at first when we play these games.

“What were you thinking?”

I smile a little at the hesitancy in his words.

“I want you to take your clothes off and go and sit in that chair.”

I step back and nod my head at the red upholstered chair in the living area, just off the kitchen.  

I watch him and see the conflicting emotions cross his beautiful face. My own shoulders relax when I catch the acceptance in his gaze and I smile when he steps back from me, already unbuttoning his dress shirt.

I move to the sofa which is opposite the chair and sit down, enjoying the brief strip show. As he steps out of his trousers he asks, “what do you want me to do?”

I internally acknowledge the now familiar spike of excitement those words create, but I know my expression reveals nothing. He has no idea how much that question turns me on. I should probably tell him, but I haven’t quite come to terms with how it makes me feel yet.

Sometimes when we do this I feel like I am slipping into a new skin, which is slightly awkward and needs adjustments. I stammer and blush. Other times I am naked, strong and free – so sure and comfortable. The words flow easily, my directions are succinct and clear.

Tonight is a good night. I sit back, cross my legs and revel in the buzz of anticipation that courses through my veins.

My eyes roam over his long, lean body as he sits in the chair. Throwing his legs over one arm of it, he raises his eyebrows in question.

Time to get this show on the road.

“Take hold of your cock and give it a nice, long stroke.”

He follows direction very well, holding his gorgeous cock away from his body a little so I can see it clearly.

“Keep going, baby. Show me how good it feels.” I murmur.

I quickly become mesmerised by the steady tempo he uses. I feel my nipples start to tingle and shift position as I squeeze my thighs together. He is stroking the full length of his cock in a firm delectable grip that makes the muscles in his forearm stand out in relief.

I hear his breathing speed up and see every muscle in his body taut and straining already. He isn’t going to last long this first time. That’s exactly what I want, so I give him what he needs.

“Watching you makes me so hot. I want you to come soon. I want you to feel good then I’m going to tie you up and spank any remaining tension out of you.” His deep groan is all I need to hear. It is so needy and vulnerable. “I want your arse cherry red and burning. You won’t be able to sit down for days without thinking about how those aches and pains got there.”

“Yes.” He whispers as his head falls back.

His strokes are shorter and faster now, concentrating more on the sensitive head of his cock. He is biting his lip, holding his breath, trying to keep it all in.  

I’m not having that.

“Let me hear you, sub. Let it all out.”

He inhales a deep, shaky breath and says, “fuck!” on the exhale.

“After I’ve spanked you I’m going to ride your face, get you all wet, use that talented tongue to get myself off. How does that sound?”

“I want that…” He just about manages to get out.

The deep throb between my legs threatens to take me over. My legs open and I yank my skirt up, slipping my fingers down the front of my knickers. I circle my clit a few times, trying to hold it off, trying to have a little self-control, but the picture in front of me is just too much. I can see him speeding towards his orgasm. His hand is working furiously on his cock and he looks desperate for it, lost to the pleasure that friction is creating throughout his body.

He lifts his head to look at me, his gorgeous eyes are lust-glazed and wild with need. He is waiting for me to say it and I feel a deep, intense rush as I nod and say, “do it!”

His head falls back and his stomach clenches. I watch the white ribbons stream onto his skin and press my fingers down on my clit as our ragged cries echo around the room.


Thanks for reading as always. Get over to Kayla Lords’ place for more hot posts.

Rebecca x

The Hardest Part: #masturbationmonday (Happy Birthday!!)

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So this week is the one year anniversary of Masturbation Monday!! Congratulations to Kayla Lords for keeping it going and bringing together such a great community of writers and lovely people.

This is my 34th week posting for this meme and it coincides with the release of my book A Taste For Three so I thought I’d go with a restaurant / chef theme like the book. This isn’t an extract, it’s a totally independent erotic short.

The Hardest Part

The lights are low in the restaurant now.

All the people have left, the tables have been cleared, and the kitchen cleaned. She can still smell the beautiful food they created tonight and still see the smiles and looks of contentment on the faces of their customers.

She feels tired, but exhilarated. The satisfaction after every dinner service never seems to diminish and she knows this is her place – just where she’s supposed to be.

Cataloguing each aching muscle in her body, looking forward to a hot bath at home, she moves behind the polished oak bar to open the fridge, grabbing a cold beer. Her eyes are closed, the cold bottle heaven against her flushed cheeks, when she feels soft lips on her neck.

She smiles as they nibble their way up to her ear. Once there, a warm tongue flicks her earlobe, making her shiver and moan softly as she tilts her head to the side to give it better access.

“Oh…” she whispers, as he brings his hands up to cup her breasts. Her head falls back onto his shoulder, pushing her breasts out, needing more.

She feels him move to press himself against her – feels him push and rub against her ass – and she knows he is hungry. His hands are firm on her body. He knows what she wants – knows just how she likes to be touched.

She leans forward as he brings her t-shirt up and over her head. He throws it onto the bar and immediately unfastens her bra, which then flies in the same direction. She yelps when his hands return to squeeze her breasts and slap the heavy underside. She feels them sway on her chest and groans out her appreciation, loving the little bite of pain.

“Bend over the bar, baby.” His hand presses on her back impatiently.

He kneels at her feet to take off her shoes and then makes quick work of her jeans and panties. She watches the clothes pile grow on the bar as his shirt lands there, clenching her thighs tight at the sound of his belt buckle jingling.

Breasts pressed against the hard surface, her skin feels tight and hot as she begins to pant. She needs his hands on her – needs to feel him everywhere.

He moves to stand close behind her, rubbing his cock on her ass, leaving a cool wet trail on her burning skin.

“You hot, baby?” His words stroke her body and make her shiver despite the heat.

She manages a small acknowledgement, hoping he doesn’t decide to go slow now.

Then every synapse in her brain sparks as his big hand lands on the curve of her ass with a heavy smack! He kicks her legs wide, his hand continuing to land all over her soft flesh, creating an almost instant stinging heat.

“Oh God, yes!” Her head falls down onto her forearms as she moans the words. So good! She can feel her slippery response between her legs, and she knows he can too when he strokes two thick fingers along her folds.

“Just look at that.” He sinks his fingers inside her: a hard, fast thrust that takes her up onto her toes. “So wet – so fucking hot.”

He works his fingers inside her, setting a demanding rhythm that has her clit throbbing and hard. She is desperate to touch it, to make herself come. But not now – she has to trust him to do that – so she digs her nails into the palms of her hands and braces herself against the cold, slightly sticky bar.

This is the hardest part – giving the responsibility of her pleasure over to someone else. She has been in control of it for so long. He is the only one who has ever taken that from her – the only one who has ever been able to do so. She breathes deeply and relaxes her muscles. Open and ready now, wanting whatever he decides to give her.

The lewd, wet sounds of him working her body make her clench tight around them and thrust her ass out.

“Yeah, that’s right. Take it, girl. Such a gorgeous ass.”

She gasps as he withdraws his fingers, then screams as he slaps her pussy hard. Again and then once more: nice and high – right where she needs it the most. He steps in quickly to keep her legs open as she instinctively tries to close them.

“Fuck!” A ragged groan torn from her lips.

His hand comes around her body as he spanks her ass one last time, rubbing and circling her burning clit.

She feels the sweat run down the side of her face, knowing she can’t take much more. Every muscle is tight now, her body braced and ready while she strains for every ounce of pleasure that he is giving her.

“Come on now, honey. Let go for me.”

His words wash over her. She closes her eyes and lets herself get lost in this. She revels in it, every thrust and bounce, every grunt and whimper, every drop of sweat all coalesce until it takes over her body and mind.

Nothing exists except this, except him. When her orgasm sweeps through her she doesn’t hold back: with every cry and moan – every twist and shudder – she lets him know that he is the only one.


 

So, Happy Birthday Masturbation Monday!!! One year old and going strong. For more hot posts head over to Kayla’s place.

Thanks for reading,

Rx

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A Sure Thing: Part Three #masturbationmonday

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It nearly didn’t happen this week. I’ve been away, my kids are still off school, we’re decorating – you know how it gets. But Josh and Ben, well they just wouldn’t leave me be. So I wrote this late last night. Hope you like it… Parts one and two can be read beforehand if you like.


I can’t seem to take my eyes off Josh’s naked ass.

It is a thing of beauty: tight and firm, indented at the sides. Walking across the bedroom, he looks at me over his shoulder when he hears me sigh, then laughs when he sees where my eyes are glued. Cocky bastard! I think he needs bringing down a peg or two.

I strip off my t-shirt and undo the top button of my jeans, I’m going to need a bit of breathing room.

Lying on the bed, my head propped on my hand, I watch him go through his nightly routine, quietly amazed at how comfortable he has become in such a short time. After a rocky start, we seem to have fallen into our version of a relationship, but I don’t want him getting too comfortable. No, that wouldn’t do at all. We are both at our best when things are a little on edge, a little uncertain.

“Get your ass over here, Josh.”

I see his hand hesitate as he pushes the dresser drawer in and he straightens a little, his shoulders going back. He glances back at me a question in his eyes – one that’s answered by the look in mine.

I enjoy watching him walking towards me, almost as much as I love watching him walk away. He is lean, but the muscle definition on his body is beautiful. Our eyes meet and hold as he climbs onto the bed.

“Lie on your front.” I instruct him.

As soon as he’s in position I straddle his legs, my cock nestling in the juncture between his legs and his ass. Running my hands over his broad, muscular back, I rub my balls and dick up and down the crack of his ass, just enjoying the feeling of it for a moment.

His skin is warm and still a little damp from his shower. I lean forward and lick a line up his spine until I get to his neck. Nibbling and kissing my way round to his ear, I blow over the wetness on his skin and watch him shiver.

“You know I love your ass.” I whisper in his ear as I stroke my body over his. I see him smile and nod, confident in his ass’s place in this world. “Well, tonight I’ve decided I want to see how much I love it when it’s rosy pink and really hot to the touch.”

He turns his head to look at me, not sure about the direction this seems to be taking.

“You want to spank me?” He tries to pull off a faintly condescending look, but I see the excitement flicker in his eyes.

I sit back and put my hands on his ass, squeezing and spreading him apart. I run my thumbs up and down the line that separates each cheek, softly circling his hole until he is pushing back against me. I know he is dragging his cock along the sheet, trying to get some friction.

I raise my hand and watch intently as I land the first blow to those firm muscles.

I hear him mutter “Fuck!” as he squeezes his cheeks together.

I don’t give him chance to think about it before I lift my hand and do it again. I don’t go easy. The palm of my hand stings and quickly heats up as I find my rhythm but I need more freedom of movement so I move to kneel beside him and say, “Up on your knees.”

I love watching the lines of his body in this position; I love watching him arching his back as he gives his ass to me. So fucking hot – I have to readjust my dick in my jeans.

I stroke over his already pink skin with my tingling palm before tapping him gently, low down on the fleshier part of his ass. He pushes back, his breaths coming hot and fast now as he says my name: “Ben, please!”

I can’t hold back my grin when I see how hard and wet his cock is. He fucking loves this – my dirty boy.

I give him three slaps on each cheek and watch him press his forehead into the bed.

“Oh God, Ben. That feels so good, why does that feel so good? Shit! I need to come already.”

“Not yet,” I say as I continue to create the sexiest deep pink colour on his skin with one hand as I unfasten my jeans with the other. I take my cock out and work my jeans down around my ass as I put my hand in front of Josh’s face. “Lick it.”

He might as well be licking my cock as his wet tongue travels up my hand. I feel it so intensely I worry for a second that I’m going to lose it and spoil the whole thing.

“Good boy.” I encourage him as I take hold of my cock, loving the slick feel of it. Pumping it long and slow my eyes close as I lose myself in how fucking incredible that feels.

I push his legs apart with my knees as I move behind him. Working my cock with one hand, the other moves to feel the heat of Josh’s skin as my eyes devour every glorious inch of him.

“Take hold of your cock, Josh. We’re going to come together. Fuck your hand while I come on your gorgeous pink ass.”

“Oh my fucking God, Ben! Yes, I want that. Please!”

He is panting now, so close. I can see his muscles tense and his shoulders drop.

His hand works fast, he is greedy, always is at this point. He wants it and I love watching him lose control.

I hold my breath when I realise it’s nearly over, there’s that brief moment of frustration, knowing this intensity of feeling can’t last forever. Then the flip side, when I decide to embrace it and rush towards the finish.

I work my cock fast and hard, my hand is near the head, my fingers catching the sensitive underside over and over until my head goes back and my eyes squeeze shut.

“Shit, so close!”

“Yeah, do it, Ben. Come all over me. I want it, please, Ben, do it now.”

I force my eyes open, needing to watch this. My cock is rubbing against Josh’s ass and it is fucking hot. That’s the last thought I have before every muscle in my body clenches and my movements become jerky and desperate. I moan long and loud as I watch myself mark Josh’s rosy skin.

Every muscle so recently tensed suddenly relaxes and my hot, stinging hand moves to rub my balm into the ass that started it all.


So there you have it – I think I could probably write a lot more about Josh and Ben but I’ll take a break for now, maybe come back to them later. If you want more Masturbation Monday goodness then hop on over to Kayla’s site A Sexual Being

Thanks,

Rebecca x

A Sure Thing: Part Two #masturbationmonday

A few weeks ago I wrote the first part to this, you should probably read that first. You can find it here. I really liked Josh and Ben and thought they were worth a few more instalments. So here you go – there will be another one next week. Hope you enjoy it….


 

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It has been a week since I’ve seen Josh. A week since we jerked off together and we came all over each other’s cocks.

Hot. As. Fuck! I’ve been wanking off thinking about it for seven days. I’m over that – I want Josh again. I want his cock, his mouth, I want to see him lose control again.

The problem is Josh is running scared and I’m running out of patience.

So when I see him walking towards his apartment, arms full of groceries, I start to jog towards him calling his name. He looks up and fumbles his keys when he rushes to get them in the door and they fall to the floor. I see him close his eyes and his head fall back in recognition. He can’t avoid this conversation any longer and he knows it.

He tries to square his shoulders when I step up to him, but he’s struggling to meet my eyes and I’ve got a damn good idea why.

“How’re you doin’, Josh?” I ask as I watch him closely.

“I’m good. You?” He replies but his eyes are flicking over my shoulder instead of meeting mine.

He starts to juggle his brown paper sacks so I reach for one and bend down to pick his keys off the floor. Handing them to him, I nod my head towards the door.

He hesitates, but I don’t take my eyes off him. I see his gaze flash to my mouth and I see his tongue dart out to lick his lips. Oh shit! The things I have imagined that mouth doing this past week. I feel my cock twitch and know it won’t be long till I’m hard and incapable of hiding it.

Josh finally opens his door and I follow him through into the kitchen where we place his groceries on the counter. I lean my hip against it and cross my arms while I watch him put the food away.

“So Josh, how long were you planning on avoiding me?”

I just about catch the muttered “Fuck!” before he glances over his shoulder at me.

“I’m not avoiding you, man.” He lies.

“Bullshit! You’re avoiding me and we’re going to have one conversation about why. If you persuade me that you really don’t want to see me again then I’ll go and that’ll be the end of it.”

He runs his fingers through his hair leaving an unruly mess. He can’t mask the conflict he’s feeling. I’m beginning to think this is new ground for both of us.

“Look Ben, you were right before, we’re too different, ok? And anyway, I don’t do dating, I don’t do relationships. I fuck and that’s it.”

“We didn’t fuck. You ran off before we could do that.”

“I didn’t run off…” He has the good grace to blush a little now.

“You ran off, Josh.” My newly discovered inner-sadist is enjoying watching him get flustered.

He has no come back. We both know he ran off. The issue is why. I think I know, but I’m taking a gamble pushing him like this.

I begin to slowly walk towards him, looking at his gorgeous face. He backs up immediately. I see the panic in his eyes and push a little harder.

“Let me tell you what I think, Josh. I think you’re a little scared…”

He forces out an attempt at a nonchalant laugh. “I’m not scared, man…”

“… you’re scared because it all got a little too hot, a little too intense and you didn’t know what to do about that. I wasn’t just some one time thing you picked up in a club who you could kick out afterwards. You weren’t the one in control and I don’t think you know how to handle that. I don’t think you know how to handle the fact that you liked not being in control.”

I’m watching him like a hawk so I see the flash of recognition and surprise on his face.

“I’m gonna lay it out for you, Josh. I’ve got a hard on right now.”

I see him bite his lip as he looks down to see the evidence of my words. His hand goes to the back of his neck and squeezes, throwing his bicep into relief. Fuck! My hard on just got harder.

“I wanna know if you’re interested in seeing where this could go between us, Josh? Because I’ll be honest with you, I haven’t ever wanted to fuck anyone as much as I want to fuck you right now.”

“Oh Jesus!” He groans.

“And there’s something else…”

Josh stands straight and alert – oh he’s interested all right.

“As much as you want to give up control, I want to take it.”

“Now hold on a minute – ” Josh chokes out.

“I want to be in complete control of our sexual relationship. I’m open to negotiation on the rest.”

I move closer, my hands tucked into my back pockets. I’m pushing him but I don’t want him to freak out. I lift my hand to cup his face. He leans into it a little.

“I’m all about the pleasure, Josh. I’m not gonna do anything to hurt you, not unless you ask me to.” I wiggle my eyebrows and am gifted with his rueful grin and a roll of his eyes. “This is new for me too. We can learn what we like together. Now, tell me yes or no because either way I’ve got to do something about this hard on I’ve got.”

We stand quietly for a while, his eyes meet mine now. He seems to have calmed down some. I want him, bad. Waiting is killing me, but he needs to be sure. My patience is rewarded with a small smile and nod of his head.

“Yeah, ok.”

“Ok what, Josh?”

He squints his eyes at me. “Ok, you can dominate my ass!”

Now it’s my turn to close my eyes and tilt my head back. The relief is overwhelming.

“Thank fuck for that!” I mutter to the ceiling.

I lean forward and gently press my lips to his, but the kiss quickly turns into a frantic collision of tongues and teeth. I hold his head and press my body to his as we both gasp for breath.

My cock feels like it’s going to burst through the front of my jeans, I want friction more than I want my next breath and grind myself against Josh’s equally hard cock.

“I swear to God, next time we’ll make it to a bed, but right now I just wanna come. So get your cock out and let’s take the edge off.”

We both tear our t-shirts off and rip our jeans open, panting and swearing when our co-ordination goes to shit and we can’t go as fast as we want to. Finally, our jeans are open and shoved down around our asses. We both look down at our hard, weeping cocks. I step into him, bringing our dicks together.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

There’s no hesitation now. He does as I say and I feel a small rush of power sweep through my body. This is only the beginning, I know, but as I raise my hand to take hold of our cocks, as I feel his heat and the softness of his skin rubbing against mine. I know it is far from being the last.

To be continued….


 

There will be more from Josh and Ben next week. If you want more yummy Masturbation Monday goodness right now, head over to Kayla’s site A Sexual Being.

Thanks for reading,

Rebecca x

Letting Off Steam – #masturbationmonday

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She walked into the hot bedroom before unbuttoning her blouse, the cicadas beating their incessant tune through the open screened windows. Moving slowly, there was purpose behind every movement. Her eyes missed nothing and when they landed on him, he knew. She needed to let off steam and he was the lucky bastard she was going to do it with.

“Get over here.” She spoke softly but there was steel threaded through her tone.

He walked towards her – the towel he’d just dried himself with wrapped around his waist. The heat was so oppressive he was already sweating again. He watched her blouse fall open to reveal the peach lace of her bra, her full breasts plumped up, her brown nipples pressing hard against the soft material. She shrugged out of the blouse and pushed her skirt over her full hips to the floor.

He didn’t have long to admire her before her hand flashed out and slapped him hard across his face. She whipped his towel away and pushed him back onto the armless chair by her dressing table, immediately straddling him and taking his face in her hands. She stroked his stinging cheek before bending to take his mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.

His cock was already so hard it rested against his stomach where it wept against hers as she ground herself on him.

She yanked her bra down, hooking the cups under her breasts, pushing them up – an invitation – no – a demand. She pulled his head to her, rubbing her breasts over his face, squeezing them together for him.

“Suck me.”

His mouth immediately found her tight, hard nipple. He sucked her salty skin, smelled her delicious scent, used his tongue and teeth – just how she liked it. He held her hips as they worked harder; he could feel how wet her panties were already as her pussy rubbed over him. Her breathing was hot and heavy.

God only knows what had put her in this state, but he wanted to be the one to make her feel better. He wanted to be the one to drive the devil out of her.

He moved across to her other nipple as her hands tugged and pulled at his hair. The sweet sting shot straight to his cock which ached like a fucker, but that just made this moment all the sweeter.

She suddenly lifted off his lap, tugged her panties to one side and positioned his cock at her entrance. She closed her eyes as she sank onto him.

“Oh yes.” She whispered. “Oh my fucking god that’s it, that’s what I wanted. Your cock in me, your hard cock… feels so good.”

He grunted in response, it was all he could manage as she started to ride him. This wasn’t about his pleasure, she was taking her own but watching her getting lost in it was enough to make him want to come on the spot.

“Oh yeah, right there.” She rolled her hips and pressed her clit down on him, moaning her pleasure.

He watched her breasts move, watched the flush of her skin, the light sheen of sweat appear. He watched her beautiful face, the fierce concentration as she worked towards what she wanted and knew he would never see a woman more sexually powerful.

She always destroyed him, and everytime he couldn’t wait for the next and the next – never enough.

Her hands went into his hair and she pulled his head back. “You’re not allowed to come.”

He felt a moment’s panic. It was always the same when she wanted this from him. He was close and never completely trusted his own self-control around her. His stomach dipped at the thought of disappointing her.

Gripping the seat of the chair with both hands as she continued to move on him, he closed his eyes to try and concentrate, but she wasn’t having that.

“Look at me when I come. I want you to see me, to know what you have given me.” He opened his eyes when she tightened her grip on his hair, grinding on his cock. “Your pleasure is mine. After this I will show you how much I appreciate that.” She panted.

His heart thudded at the thought of what that might entail.

“Oh baby, it’s now.”

She continued to look at him, but he saw the moment it took her away from him. Her head flew back as the pleasure consumed her, her hips lost their rhythm, hands dropped down to his shoulders, with nails digging in as she opened her mouth and yelled her climax out to the hot, humid night.

Her movements finally slowed, her nails lifted from his skin to be replaced with gentle strokes of her fingertips. Her head rolled forward and as her eyes opened he watched her return to him.

Ready for more.

 


 

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Rebecca xx

Letting Go – #masturbationmonday

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Another successful function is over. This time it was for a charity close to your heart, one that you are rightfully very proud of.

You are dressed superbly as always, so elegant, so refined. The jewels sparkle at your wrist and your ears; your ring flickers under the chandeliers with every expressive movement of your hand.

You look like you were born to this. All the doubters fell by the wayside years ago. We don’t forget them though. You have no need of a corset, your steel backbone is all the support you require.

I follow the line of your gown down your body, cataloguing all the pieces of jewellery, clothing and lingerie that I need to peel away before I get to you. They are just props, a facade required at these events. They hide you, social camouflage for the beautiful, sensual woman I have in my bed every night.

I watch you take a sip of your champagne, remembering all the other times, all the previous functions that we have left.

Sometimes it starts in the limousine, sometimes we just can’t wait – your gown bunched up around your waist as I kneel between your legs. Other times we have gone home and I have undressed you slowly, stripping away the evening, leaving you bare to me and ready to be fucked.

Tonight I have something else planned and as we say our goodnights I take your hand and lead you to our car.

You sigh as we enter our apartment, stepping out of your high heels and flexing your toes. The past few weeks have been stressful, the people who attend these functions expect perfection for their $10,000 plate; you expect it of yourself, but it isn’t always possible.

It’s time to de-stress.

I take your hand again and lead you straight to our bedroom. Closing the door, I turn to you and place my hand on the side of your neck, gently drawing you towards me. Your hand comes up to rest on mine.

“I’m going to make you feel better, baby. Going to get rid of all that stress you’ve been carrying around lately. Turn around for me.”

Your lips form a small smile as your eyes drop to my mouth. You press your lips to mine before turning around. I draw the zip down the length of your back and the gown opens to reveal your beautiful pale skin. I trace a line along your spine and watch as the gown falls from your shoulders, catching briefly on the curve of your hip, before it lands in a sumptuous puddle at your feet.

You step out of it – only a small pair of silk panties remain – and I quickly kneel to draw them down your slender legs. I stand and run my hands over your shoulders, down your arms to your fingertips, which I raise to my lips.

“Now move to the bed and bend over. Lay your body flat and spread your legs for me.”

I hear your breath hitch; I see the excitement flare in your eyes. You know what’s coming and I know how much you love it.

You move into position, your arms above your head and I feel my own arousal heighten just from looking at you; your long legs straight and wide, your round, perfect ass pushed high. I can see your pussy just starting to glisten as you sway from side to side, impatient and needy now.

I remove my tuxedo jacket and tie. Undoing the top few buttons of my shirt, I roll the sleeves up over my forearms and flex my fingers, clench them into a fist then flex them again.

I know you are watching me in the full mirrors of the wardrobe. I know that you are desperate for me to begin, but first I run my hands over your ass, squeezing and pulling you apart.

“Please!” You whisper.

Normally I would make you wait, but not tonight. I move into position next to you, taking a last admiring glance at your flawless white skin. I cannot wait to put my mark on it.

I lift my hand high: you hold your breath. I bring it down hard, there will be no mercy tonight. You need me to take you outside of yourself and that is what I intend to do.

I hear you cry out – a release of tension more than a pained sound. I set a strong, hard rhythm, alternating cheeks, watching the first faint pink blush appear on your skin. Your hands are gripping the bedspread now, your head turned towards the mirror shows me your flushed, aroused face, eyes wide as you watch every movement that I make.

My cock presses against my trousers, aching and more than ready to fuck you, but I will wait. I want to make you come first – want to see you let go.

“Keep your ass high, I want to see how much you want it.”

I start to connect lower down on your ass: the fleshy part that sends the vibrations through your pussy, the place you love the most. Your eyes close for a moment, before the heavy lids lift again and I see you are lost in sensation, in the burning, stinging heat of your skin; the aching wetness between your legs.

It is time to finish this.

I shift slightly, stroke my hand gently over your red hot skin, listen to you moan long and low. You are circling your hips now, seeking every touch, every shard of sensation. You whimper when I take my hand away and I see my wicked smile in the mirror as I bring my hand down on your pussy. Three quick slaps: two high, one low directly on your clit.

You cry out when I thrust two fingers inside you, pumping hard and fast as I continue to spank your ass.

“Give it to me, baby. Let me see you.”

Every muscle in your body is tensed and ready. You’re straining for it. I can hear you chanting, “Yes, yes, yes…” under your breath, face down into the bedspread.

Two more slaps on your pussy and I fuck you with my fingers again, circling your swollen clit with my other hand.

Your head is still down, forehead burrowing into the bed, hands gripping the bedspread like you want to tear it apart.

I see the moment it hits you. You push back then try to move away, going on tip toe, your muscles taut, your shoulders hunched, as you pull the bedspread down into your body.

Then I hear it…

“Fuck… yes!!!”

… and I know you’ve done it. You’ve let it all go.


I’m on holiday right now, so it may take me a while to post comments and reply. Please bear with me.

As always, thanks for reading. Check out Kayla Lords’ site for more Masturbation Monday yumminess.

Rebecca xx

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

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.”

Exhibit A May 2015


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

Review: Chemical Sex edited by Oleander Plume

If you’re familiar with this blog you’ll know I love a good erotic anthology because I’ve edited one, got a story in one and reviewed a few now. If you’re not then check out my other reviews when you’ve read this one if you like. Today it’s all about chocolate – yummy! Not only is this a great anthology but all the proceeds go to two brilliant charities – Brook the UK’s leading sexual health charity for young people under 25 (you might have read about them here already as we donate to them from the Erotic World Book Day anthology) and Chemical Sex is also donating to A is For which is a non profit organization dedicated to advancing women’s reproductive rights and ending the stigma against abortion care. Two very worthy causes indeed. So let’s get raising some money for them!

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Unusually, I’m going to start by mentioning the cover for this book. I think it’s awesome, one of the best I’ve seen. So many erotic books have naff generic covers that don’t have anything really to do with what’s inside the book. (Is it just me who gets annoyed when the bloke on the front doesn’t even look like the character in the book? Anyway, I digress…) This cover is sharp and sexy and like Oleander says, “I could lick that cover, it’s delicious!” I could lick it too but actually I want to dip my finger in that chocolate and dribble it on interesting parts of my body. That is a really good way to start a book. So congratulations to Jacob Louder for producing it.

So as you can tell from the cover there is a theme to these stories, and that theme is chocolate. I know my man likes chocolate so obviously it’s not just a woman’s thing, but I think it’s fair to say that women have a more intimate relationship with chocolate than men do. (If that’s controversial please feel free to lambaste me in the comments). Because of that these stories resonated with me in very pleasurable ways. All I know is that I always love it, sometimes I crave it, when I resist it it’s painful and I only make myself miserable. Chocolate can be a comfort, exciting, loving and sexy. These stories are all that and much more. Every story contains chocolates that are aphrodisiacs – when I say I want some, I mean I want a truck load because I could taste every bite of those delicious chocolates as I read these stories.

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So to the book… well it’s got some of my favourite writers in. That’s not to say it gets an automatic great review, it doesn’t. It’s getting a great review because it is HOT! It’s got a really nice mix of humour and intensity, which I would expect from Oleander seen as her stories and social media comments quite often make me laugh out loud. It also has stories about new and old relationships, as well as multiple partners which I love. Jacob Louder’s Thursday Threesome / Birthday Foursome really stood out for me as well as Tabitha Rayne’s The Dinner Guest and boy did I feel the heat in Tamsin Flowers’ The Stranger.

Each story uses the chocolate to explore different aspects of sexuality, relationships or creative ways to have sex. It’s a perfect mix of styles and ideal for picking up when you feel the need for some sexual chocolate a.k.a some alone time… OK well there you are, I’ve recommended it now go, read it, make yourself feel good and raise some money for charity while you’re at it!

It’s available in paperback as well as e-book format.

Thanks for reading,

Rebecca x