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.



 

As always, thanks for reading. Check out the other Masturbation Monday posts on Kayla Lords’ site A Sexual Being.

An Intimate Education #EWBD Charity Anthology

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It’s been a while since I mentioned this anthology that I edited with Emily Dubberley for Erotic World Book Day.

ALL PROCEEDS GO TO BROOK – THE SEXUAL HEALTH CHARITY.

It’s packed full of 22 amazing pieces of diverse erotica – I reckon there’s something in there for everyone. All the stories were kindly donated by incredibly talented authors and I’ve got to say that editing it was a real *cough* pleasure. Honestly, I was a tingly mess most nights while I worked on it.

Here’s a little excerpt from my femdom story – A Lesson In Surrender

“Take off your coat and your t-shirt. I want to see you.”

He placed his clothes over the back of a chair by the door. The house was warm, but goose bumps still scattered on his skin. He stood before her, shoulders back, arms by his side. Her eyes showed her approval as they roamed over his lightly muscled chest and tight stomach.

“Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”

He turned, closing his eyes as he placed his hot hands on the cold surface. The tension across his back was almost unbearable; he needed her touch, but he knew he would have to wait.

He heard her heels click on the solid wood floor as she walked towards him.

“I’m going to teach you how to give in.” She whispered in his ear. Her warm breath caressing his neck.

Here’s a list of the authors in the anthology:

Anna Sansom

Lucy Felthouse

Charlotte Howard

Rebecca Black

Kay Jaybee

Madeline Moore

Cara Sutra

Helen J Perry & Adria Kane

Tabitha Rayne

A.M. Hartnett

Oleander Plume

Kayla Lords

Vanessa de Sade

James Gent

Anna Sky

Lily Harlem

Victoria Blisse

Rhyll Biest

Neil Davis

Lexie Bay

Paris Orsini

Emily Dubberley

That’s an amazing list, right? So many successful authors who all made time to write a piece for this anthology. All that talent makes the pages sizzle!

Please support a great charity by buying a copy. Enjoy! Rx

An Intimate Education – Amazon UK, Amazon US, Amazon AUS, Amazon CAN

Can’t Wait #masturbationmonday

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“Quick!” I grab hold of his hand and practically drag him into the library toilets. This isn’t my usual style, but I know there’s a new, large, wheelchair accessible cubicle in there that is hardly used. Right now it has our names on it.

We run in and lock the door. “Get your fucking clothes off.” My hands are tearing at my clothes; I need them off – need to feel the air on my skin and his mouth on my pussy.

Waiting isn’t an option.

I look up to see him naked and ready: his long, thick cock in his hand. He is taking ragged, uneven breaths.

I throw my coat down and point to it. “Sit there with your back against the wall and your legs out straight.”

He does as he is told. His beautiful obedience makes my pussy ache.

Standing in front of him, my fingers move to stroke between my legs. His dark eyes watch the tips disappear in my wet curls; he licks his full lips as they come out glistening.

I straddle his legs, my pussy level with his face, one hand on the wall behind him. “Suck them, lick them clean.” I whisper pushing them into his mouth. I shiver as I feel his tongue lick between them, little flicks that shoot straight to my clit.

“I’m going to fuck your face.” He moans, low and needy. “I want you to jerk off too.”

I step forward lifting one leg over his shoulder planting my foot firmly on the floor. I need to be well balanced for what I want to do.

His head falls back so the top of it rests against the wall at his back, lifting his mouth to me. I shift the last few inches, lining my pussy up with those wanton lips. I take hold of his face with my hands, holding him in place while I begin to grind down on him.

“Oh fuck yeah!” I breathe out as I stare down into his clear eyes.

Around and around, up and down, my hips undulate, a continuous motion, seeking pleasure, needing a fast hard come. I use his mouth, his tongue, his nose, his stubbly chin. I fuck his face and the power rushes through me like a goddamn jet plane.

I can’t get enough, I am drenched, soaking his face and he is humming his enjoyment, the vibrations ricocheting through me.

Both our rhythms falter when we hear the door go, but I continue to move on his face, pulling his hair, telling him not to stop.

Can’t stop now.

Footsteps, the squeak of a door hinge, the lock slides closed.

He is jerking off fast and hard, his tongue and mouth devouring my drenched sex. I can hardly breath.

The toilet flushes, the lock pulls back, more footsteps, a tap running. I allow myself to pull in a couple of much needed breathes. The hand dryer going on covers the sound of my wet pussy slapping against his face as I race to finish.

The dryer stops. I am dying. I slow but I can’t stop my hips from moving. Why aren’t they leaving? Get the fuck out now!! My body is tensed, every muscle clenched and straining for it.

Finally, they move towards the door. It opens…closes and I lose it.

I exhale loudly, panting and moaning as I thrust my pussy onto his mouth, grinding and circling my hips in a strong, powerful motion – finding just the right angle – just the right amount of pressure on my pulsing clit.

“Oh yeah! I’m close. I want you to come with me.” I receive a small nod of agreement as he looks at me, the feel of his arm working hard against my leg.

“Yeah, oh god, right there. Take it. So good, so fucking good.” My head falls back on my shoulders and I just can’t stop the yell of release escaping my mouth. My orgasm consumes me, my body locked into position above him.

I feel his free hand move to grip my ankle as he grunts and jerks his way through his own climax. I wish I could have watched him. He is so beautiful when he comes, but my forehead is resting against the wall and I am only just managing to stay on my feet.

My body relaxes. I finally move off his face so he can breath a little easier, lifting my leg back over his shoulder so I can kneel beside him. Reaching for some toilet tissue, I clean him up. My eyes run over his toned, muscular body, eventually meeting his adoring gaze; knowing that it is reflected in my own eyes.

 

 

As always thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. Check out Kayla Lords’ site A Sexual Being for more Masturbation Monday posts.

 

Review: Tie Me Up edited by F Leonora Solomon

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Blurb:

B is for bondage in BDSM, and Tie Me Up is the perfect place to explore just that.

The 19 stories in this anthology do not fetishize bondage. Instead, Tie Me Up shows how couples explore it as a sexy romantic option–sexy underscored!

New and seasoned authors fill this anthology with steamy tales that will keep you tied up…unable to put this collection down!

My review:

This might be a bit of a struggle to write because I’m still fanning myself and considering a quick trip upstairs to sort myself out.

This anthology is good and I mean really good.

I’ve read a lot of anthologies, so many have only one or two decent stories, then I end up skipping a load and wondering why I bothered to waste my money. Not this one. This is a collection of consistently great stories that F. Leonora Solomon has put together. The writing is high quality and the authors have taken the brief and run with it in exciting and very interesting ways.

I had my favourites: Oleander Plume’s ‘Cops and Robbers’, Jane Gilbert’s ‘By A Thread’, Tomio Hall-Black’s ‘What Isn’t Necessary Is’ to name a few. But to be honest there were so many good stories in here it’s hard for me to single them out.

I really liked how the authors explored the use of bondage within relationships. There’s plenty of variations on the theme to keep it interesting from Femdom action (always love that) to sky diving (brilliantly unique slant), LGBT, a harem and multiple partners (another one of my favourites – you can see why I loved this, right?)

I’d really recommend this book, not just to those bondage lovers out there, but also if you’ve got a little germ of an idea brewing in the back of your mind that you’d like to try something new. Lots of great ideas in here!

Rebecca x

His Fantasy – #masturbationmonday

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I watch you work your long, hard cock. You take your time, getting into it. I give your ear a little flick with my tongue to get the involuntary shiver that you just can’t help. I smile, so sensitive, so sexy.

I love watching you. There are no inhibitions between us, we’ve been together too long for that; seen too much of each other. All the dark corners as well as the bright, open spaces.

I love you deeply. Watching you as you work towards orgasm, towards the pleasure we both know is imminent, is one of my favourite things.

I run my hand through the soft hairs on your chest, circle your little nipple, pinching it a little before I work my way down to your stomach.

“What are you thinking about?” I whisper into your ear, leaving a trail of hot breath behind. You roll your shoulder towards the place I’ve left behind.

We like to whisper delicious fantasies to each other while we fuck or get ourselves off. Whatever takes our fancy at the time. We have our cache of favourites, ones that work every time, but tonight you surprise me.

“I want to watch you spank another woman.”

Mmm, naughty and new – I like it.

Your hand has sped up.

“Tell me.” I murmur into your neck, as I lick a wet line up and down the corded muscle there.

Normally you’re more than up for some serious detail, but tonight you go quiet. You’re in the mood for a story.

I shift my naked body so that my head rests on the pillow, my lips right by your ear. I won’t touch you much now, my words will work their way into your gorgeous mind and down into your cock.

I begin.

“She’s naked, laid across my knees with her sexy, round arse up in the air. She’s tense. nervous. This is the first time.”

You let out a little breathy moan. “She wants it though.”

“Oh yes. She wants it alright, I can see the shimmer of her arousal on the inside of her thighs. My hands are itching to mark her flawless, pale skin. She tries to rub herself against my thigh, I give her a quick, sharp smack and tell her to hold still. I look at you, sat in the chair opposite us. You’ve unzipped your trousers and have your cock in your hand. You nod your head to begin.”

“Do it.” A whisper of sound.

“I raise my hand and tell her to brace herself. She pleads with me to start, desperate little pants rack her body. I make you both wait a moment more, my eyes on the flesh that’s calling my name. The moment my hand connects with her skin she moans long and loud and I know she’s not going to last long.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

I hardly notice the sting on my hand because I am mesmerised by the rosy flush beginning to cover her arse. She wiggles and opens her legs, just enough for me to run my fingers up her wet slit. You groan and I see you speed up the motion on your cock. I rain four, five, six more slaps on her bottom making sure to spread them out. I love spanking the bottom curve and watching her flesh move and shake. She is whimpering now, she wants to come.”

“Fuck, yes.” You groan, I can hear your hand shuttling up and down your cock now. Muscles tense, straining, you intermittently hold your breath then let it out in a big rush.

You want to come too, and I want you to.

“No mercy now.

I keep spanking her until she can’t control her wanton movements. She wriggles and squirms, humps and grinds, begs and pleads for me to finish it. I look at your flushed face, you are watching this tableau. It is for you.

Your dark eyes meet mine: a nod.

That’s my cue, I tell her to spread her legs. She doesn’t hesitate. I thrust two fingers inside her. Her head flies up, the scream that is wrenched from her is all the reward we need. You watch me make her come, her body twisting and shuddering, too much for it to contain.

I look up to see you stroking the head of your cock, a fast, jerky rhythm that I know is the prelude to the end.”

“Oh god! I’m coming now. Oh fuck that’s it….”

“You can see that she has come hard, all over my hand. White ribbons shoot onto your stomach…” You hold your breath now, stomach clenching as you vibrate and twitch your way through a long satisfying orgasm. I feel a warm wetness on my side and smile.

Thanks for reading. You know the drill, head over to Kayla’s site A Sexual Being to check out the other Masturbation Monday posts. If you like this story why not stay and have a look at my other erotic shorts. There’s quite a variety…

Rebecca x

The Morning After #EWBD

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So it’s the morning after and I think the adrenaline that has kept me going for the past 5 weeks has started to wear off. Crash, bang, wallop! There may have been a few tears, but they were triggered by the kind words of the lovely Tabitha Rayne. So not such a bad thing really.

What a wild and crazy ride the past month has been. We went from Emily Dubberley’s small message on Facebook saying, what about celebrating erotica on World Book Day? To hundreds of people being involved in the discussion group, writing a story then editing 21 more for the anthology, the stress of trying to get it ready and uploaded in time for the party (Kev Blisse you’re awesome), getting Brook on board, preparing for the Facebook party, hosting part of it, people / organisations donating over £1500 worth of prizes (Cara Sutra you’re amazing) and getting mentioned in loads of blogs and the national press!!! My head is spinning.

The amount of people who have been involved has been staggering and everyone has worked so hard to pull everything together, tweeting and sharing posts and getting the word out about what we were trying to do. The erotica community is strong and supportive; I’m so proud and happy to be a part of it.

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Anyway, if you missed it, we had the Erotic World Book Day Party on Facebook last night where we launched An Intimate Education: an anthology of 22 stories from some truly fantastic erotic authors. It’s climbing the Amazon charts as we speak after an absolutely fantastic response from people last night. All profits go to Brook, a sexual health education charity for young people. They do great work and I’m really happy to be part of something that’s raising money for them.

We also released the list that we compiled over the last month 100 Modern Erotic Classics That you’ve Never Heard Of. What I love the most about this list is its diversity, there’s something on there for everyone. It caters to different kinks, sexualities and fantasies. I’m going to be working my way through it over the next year.

The party is over but we still have work to do. It’s looking like #EWBD will be back next year. Just think what we’ll be able to do with so much time to plan! Exciting times ahead. Here’s the website if you want to keep up with what we’re doing. eroticworldbookday.co.uk

Thank you for all your support and a massive shout out to Emily Dubberley who drove it all forwards to make the idea a reality!

Rebecca x

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Waiting – #masturbationmonday

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I am waiting.

The air on my skin is warm but anticipation has pebbled my skin and tightened my nipples until they are hard, aching points.

Shifting slightly on the chair, I feel the rope graze deliciously against my wrists and ankles. My head falls back as I exhale. Legs spread wide open, I can feel the air caressing my slick folds. I worry that I am making a mess on the chair, but there’s nothing I can do about that.

I can only wait… and wonder.

What will he do to me? I know he will be able to see all of me. I am completely open and on display for him. I want him to touch me everywhere. I want him to run his big, rough hands all over me.

Oh god, please let him come to me soon. Will he tease me or will he make me come quickly?

He says that watching me climax is one of his favourite things, he can’t get enough of it. He loves to fuck me with his fingers, watching me intently while I shatter into a thousand pieces. The way he takes me with his mouth destroys me. I smile when I think of all the times he has fucked me into oblivion after he has made me orgasm with his hand or mouth. He goes a little wild, there is nothing I love more than his honest response to me.

I close my eyes; my pussy pulses and clenches. I want his mouth on me. I want to show him how much I want him and I want to see the evidence of my desire on his lips.

I wiggle again; the ropes holding me tight, digging into my flesh, making me feel at once safe and on edge.

My eyes open when I hear his footsteps coming towards the room I’m in.

I look up to find him leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, eyes on mine.

“Are you ready?”

I nod, my mouth suddenly dry.

A shiver of anticipation runs through my body as I watch him drop his arms and begin to move towards me.

 

As always, thanks for reading. Check out more Masturbation Monday posts on Kayla Lords’ blog A Sexual Being.

Rebecca x

 

 

A World of Erotica: Beyond 50 Shades

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With the upcoming film release of 50 Shades everyone’s either talking about it or trying to ignore it. Apparently, even fire-fighters are ready for the erotic onslaught http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-london-31428072! There have been some insightful blogs (see girlonthenet) and some hilarious 50 Shades inspired articles and videos (see Krista McHarden’s Cosmo piece and the Trojan condom ad).

The silver-tie-laden bandwagon is fast rolling into every town to deliver spanks and a little lashing of media sensation. But is the controversy worth it? Crucially, are the books worth reading? Will the film be worth watching?

I fall firmly into the –  I read the books, (once 3 years ago). I liked them (didn’t love them), I’ll go and see the film – to see how they handle the content and because I want to be able to form my own opinion rather than read other people’s – camp.

I have no issue with people who love the 50 Shades series (my mother-in-law has just finished reading them for the third time!) and I don’t want people telling me what I should and shouldn’t read; what I should or shouldn’t like. If they did, there’d be no gentle initiation – they’d get a clear and distinct “Fuck Off!” from me.

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Like many readers, it was one of the first books that I read that involved BDSM. It whet my appetite for more and I rapidly realised from reading more complex books that 50 Shades is only the tip of the iceberg as far as D/s relationships go in erotica.

My only issue with it, and really my issue is with the media rather than the book, is that society has reduced erotica down to this singular series of books. We need to look beyond billionaires (when did being a millionaire not measure up by the way?), grey ties and bondage paraphernalia (although it does have its moments *cough*).

It wasn’t just Christian’s ‘red room of pain’ door that was opened – a world of erotica has beckoned for many. That is a good thing. Let freedom ring with the sound of chains on bedposts!

Erotica is such an incredibly diverse genre, from BDSM to paranormal, menage to an amazing range of LGBT stories. I am a passionate reader and writer of erotica. I love it and wish that it was more widely acceptable. But recently I found out that an online friend has been turned down for a job because she reads and blogs about erotica. So even though everyone and their mother-in-law has read 50 Shades, we’re still not really ‘ok’ with it. (That’s a whole other blog).

It’s a crazy world and I don’t pretend to understand it half the time. But what I will do is promote erotica in my little space on the net for all I’m worth. I get excited about some books and I love to share that. I think it’s fantastic when another reader loves a book that I recommend; I’d just love to see some of these books that I love hitting the best seller lists too.

So here’s the main point of this blog, forget the Fifty Shades furore for a moment. There’s something more promising than watching a dysfunctional billionaire and it is happening on March the 5th.

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It is my hope that as many of you as possible will join me and an amazing range of erotic writers on March 5th to celebrate Erotic World Book Day. Go and like the page and we’ll keep you posted about the upcoming event. Some fantastic British authors are involved, Emily Dubberley, Lucy Felthouse, Maxim Jacubowski, Cara Sutra (award winning sex blogger) and plenty from the other side of the pond.

We’ll be producing a Top 100 Contemporary Erotica Books list, and most exciting of all an anthology ‘An Intimate Education’ (all proceeds going to the fantastic sexual health charity – Brook). There will be a Facebook party, amazing prizes and giveaways (seriously the prizes are awesome lots of sex toys and books) There will also be lots of naughtiness and huge potential for spanking innuendo!

We should harness the attention being lavished on the erotic tale of Anastasia and take people beyond 50 Shades into the spankingly exciting world of the erotica books we know and love. Come and share that love with us on March 5th and find some new erotic books to read.

Rebecca x

Cover Reveal and Excerpt: ‘In Expert Hands’ by Lily Harlem (coming 13th February!!)

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Back cover information:

Imogen White has it all—a high-flying career, a prestigious London home and friends she knows will fight her corner. She’s going up, and she’s in control, she’s also got the hots for one very important, very sexy client.

Kane Ward is a self-made billionaire whose determination to be the best of the best has left him alone. He has everything money can buy, yachts, jets, and villas in all four corners of the globe, but even he can’t buy time to suit his needs. And his needs are very specific, his desires a particular shade of kink and his tastes anything but vanilla.

So when he sets his sights on Imogen it’s a given that things are going to get dark, that pleasure will be laced with pain and determining his success will be measured by her blushes and gasps and cries of delight. But Imogen doesn’t need to worry, she’s in expert hands and her every fantasy is about to come true—and then some she’d never imagined in her wildest dreams.

IN EXPERT HANDS has a spin-off short story, IN SAFE HANDS which is featured in the Brit Babes SEXY JUST GOT RICH anthology. Go grab your copy on the 10th of February when it will be available from all good ebook retail outlets and let yourself fall into the dark, erotic world of the Ward brothers – remember to call them Sir if you’re wearing their collar!

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Excerpt from IN EXPERT HANDS 18+:

“Would you like a drink?” he asked over the sound of the music.

“I’m okay, unless you want one.”

“No. I drank water after my workout.” He urged her forward. “So shall we go straight into a playroom?”

“If that’s what you want?”

He glanced at his watch. “There should be something going on to satisfy our voyeur plans for the evening.”

They stepped toward the bar.

Kane indicated another doorway at the opposite end that had a chain mail curtain hanging from its frame. “It’s through there.”

“Ah, K. Long time no see.” A man wearing a similar jacket to Kane’s but with only two stars over the breast pocket extended his hand. He didn’t wear a mask and Imogen could see that his smile was genuine.

“Nate, how have you been?” Kane took his hand and they shook.

“Great, been in the City for a few weeks on business. Making the most of my free time by coming here most nights.” Nate turned to Imogen and raised his eyebrows. “You have company.”

“Don’t look so surprised.” Kane squeezed Imogen a little closer.

“I am. You don’t usually bring guests. Special occasion?”

Imogen felt Kane tense. She sensed he wasn’t enjoying having his break

from the ordinary commented on.

“No occasion,” Kane said. “Good to see you, Nate, perhaps we’ll get chance

to catch up later.”

“Yep. That would be cool.” Nate held up what appeared to be a glass of fizzy water and nodded. He kept his attention on Imogen. “Enjoy your evening here at Sup Space. I’m sure Master K will address your every need.”

“Thank you.” Imogen smiled then felt her cheeks heat as Nate swept his gaze down her body—starting at the collar, then lingering on her breasts and finally on her boots.

Kane stepped forward, tugging her with him. “This way.”

After several paces she touched the collar. “This, around my neck,” she said quietly. “What would happen if I wasn’t wearing it?”

“It would make you fair bait for men like Nate, who are just out to play in a scene, find someone to hook up with.” He glanced at her. “He had no right to look at you like that.”

“Well, the outfit kind of screams look at me.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Oh.” She was confused. “It’s not?”

“No. You’re with me. I’ve claimed you with a collar. What’s more, I outrank

him. He should show more respect.”

“You outrank him?”

“Of course.” He pulled back the chain curtain and opened a door. He ushered Imogen into the new room.

Imogen opened her mouth and stared around, thoughts of Nate vanishing.

Kane moved her from the doorway and into the shadows. He stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist “What are your first impressions?” he asked by her ear, his lips brushing her lobe and his breath heating a trail down her neck.

She leant back into him, loving being so close, held by him. But she couldn’t concentrate fully on his embrace because of what was before her. “It’s…sexy.”

“Mmm, I’m glad you think so,” he said, the soft material of his mask rubbing against her temple. “What else?”

She looked around. The room was sectioned into six large cubicles, each one decorated in dark tones and with a combination of low lights and spotlights. Each three-walled area held a bed or a table or some other piece of equipment in the center. Three spaces were occupied. There was an audience, too, couples, singles, threesomes sitting on more large sofas. Imogen could only see the backs of their heads. Some appeared enraptured, others holding quiet conversations.

“Tell me,” Kane urged, slipping his hand over the smooth material covering her waist. “What do you think about that, over there, to your left.”

Imogen was already staring in that direction. It had been the main thing that had captured her attention.

A naked woman was bent double, tied to a skinny padded table with her ankles fastened to the legs and her arms stretched out on two platforms, crucifix-like. Her skin was pale except for her behind, which was scarlet.

Beside her stood a man—dressed like Kane in black trousers and a velvet jacket—wielding a flogger. He walked around the woman as if surveying the marks on her ass then cracked down the many strands over her skin.

Imogen jerked and a tingle traveled over her buttocks, as though her nerves were empathetic with what the woman on the table was going through.

The man hit again.

The woman groaned and moved her head, her face coming into Imogen’s view. She had her eyes screwed up tight and her lips were parted. There was a flush of red on her cheeks that matched the rosy blush on her backside.

“Talk to me,” Kane said softly.

“Is she enjoying it?” Imogen asked, although she was pretty sure she knew the answer. The woman appeared to be in ecstasy, as though she’d folded in on herself and only her body and sensation existed.

“Very much so,” Kane said. “Master Zen is very capable of working his sub towards orgasm just through striking her.”

“Are they just…playing a scene or are they…?”

“Lovers, committed to each other? Yes, actually those two are. They’re

regulars here and live the lifestyle.”

“The lifestyle?”

“Yes.” He slid his hand to her collar and spanned it with his thumb and fingers. “They live full time as Dom and sub. He commands and she obeys.”

“It sounds…old-fashioned.” Imogen wasn’t sure about the obeying thing. She’d known friends who’d purposely had that removed from their wedding vows.

“It’s a symbiotic relationship,” Kane went on, smoothing his fingers around her collar and brushing her skin.

A small shiver ran down Imogen’s spine.

The woman was struck again—several times in fast succession. Imogen stared at the spectacle.

“You see,” Kane said. “She needs to be adored, cared for, taken through life by the man she loves. He needs to protect her, satisfy her, ensure that everything is perfect for her at all times. That is what makes him feel complete.”

“And that includes this. Beating?”

“Beating, spanking, flogging, whatever you want to call it, yes, it includes this, because that’s what they both enjoy, it’s their thing. It’s their kink.”

Kane went quiet and Imogen watched as Master Zen stood directly behind his sub. He appeared to fiddle at his groin then his pants loosened around his hips. He pushed forward.

The woman arched her back and her cry echoed around the room.

He reached for her shoulders, dragged her onto him.

“He’s…” Imogen said.

“Yes. He’s clearly very pleased with her. She’d getting exactly what she wants tonight.” Kane’s voice was low and husky, as though the sight was turning him on.

Imogen watched, fascinated as the Dom began to fuck his woman with urgency. The sub couldn’t move, she was strapped down, but he was moving for them. Thrusting in and out, hard, frantic, gripping her shoulders, her hair, her hips. His hands were all over her.

Imogen’s knickers dampened and she shifted within Kane’s arms.

“Would you like to get fucked like that?” Kane whispered.

Imogen half turned to him, his words a shock, despite where they were and what they were watching.

“Tell me,” he said, cupping her cheek and her holding face. “Tell me what you’re thinking?”

“I…” Imogen was breathing heavily. Fuck. What was she thinking? That she wanted to get fucked like that? She wanted to feel the flogger?

“Would you like to be her, on that table, with Master Zen taking you to the exquisite high she is rocketing towards right now?” Kane asked. “Red and sore, filled to the max? Nothing else in your mind except claiming that pleasure?”

She did, but it wasn’t Master Zen she wanted behind her, yanking her hair, scratching and marking her skin. Sinking deep, so deep. Filling her to bursting point.

It was Kane, or K as he was known here. It was him she wanted.

“Imogen,” Kane murmured, his mouth almost touching hers. “Talk to me.”

“Yes.” The word scratched from her throat. “But—”

He pressed his thumb over her lips, flattening them against her teeth. “No buts. Or if there are, tell me later.” He gave a brief smile. “Yes is enough.”

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Gossamer Threads – #masturbationmonday

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I can’t take my eyes off her.

Sophia.

I know her name: her beautiful smile, her husky voice. I know the way she moves; the soft, lilting sway of her hips as she walks by my desk. The full breasts that always seem to be slightly straining the buttons on her blouses. The top two buttons are always undone. I keep getting lost in the deep valley on show – the soft, tanned skin is so tempting to me.

I want to lick it, rain kisses on it, run my fingers over it.

I want to lose myself.

The lust I feel is like nothing I have ever experienced. It has captured me, a silken web that I don’t even attempt to break. I want to wrap myself in its gossamer threads.

Without thinking I push my chair back to stand up and follow the object of my fascination. The need to touch her is a craving that can no longer be ignored.

I don’t stop when I reach Sophia’s office; walking in I turn and shut the door, flicking the lock.

She turns from gazing out of the window.

“Emma?”

There is a knowledge in her eyes.

Can she see how much I want her? I feel like she should, I feel like it is written in neon letters on my forehead as I walk towards her.

She is older than me, such a sexual being. Surely she has experience of this kind of lust, this level of need. My eyes lock onto hers. All I can think about is putting my lips on hers, licking into her mouth, touching her breasts.

Oh god! My heart is pounding, my body struggling to cope with the adrenaline coursing through it.

I stop right in front of her, our breasts almost touching. We are a similar height but that is where the similarity ends. I am pale and slender where she is all dark, sensuous curves.

I hear her exhale a long, shaky breath. Her rich, brown eyes are shining; gold flecks molten in their depths.

“I want you.” I whisper.

“Yes.”

I see the word on her ruby lips, I feel it between my legs.

My hands cup her face, my thumb stroking across her plump lips. Her pink tongue flicks out to lick it, she sucks me into her mouth.

For a brief moment I cannot breath.

“I want to fuck you, make you come. I need to see you come for me.”

The words come out in a rush. I am losing control.

I want to take her, hard, wrap her in my web of wanton need.

“Oh god! Yes…” She moans as she lets go of my finger, falling back slightly to lean against the wall.

“Open your blouse.”

Her fingers work frantically at the small buttons as my hands yank her skirt up over her hips. I grab her silk panties and shove them down to just above her knees.

“Spread your legs.”

The panties mean she can only open her legs a little, but it’s enough. My fingers find her wet and ready. I thrust two inside her. Her eyes close, she is panting and clenching my fingers hard as I fuck her.

“Undo your bra.”

She raises shaky hands to the front clasp and pops it open. Her full breasts tumble out, her brown nipples already hard and tight. They sway a little each time my fingers fuck into her.

I want them in my mouth.

She watches me, waiting. A light sheen of sweat shimmers on her chest.

“Hold them for me.”

Her hands cup her stunning breasts and lift them to my waiting, ravenous mouth. I lick and suck them, leaving a wet, gossamer trail across her flawless, golden skin.

“Please…” She is on edge, I see the desperation on her face.

Withdrawing my fingers I quickly rub their slippery warmth on and around her clit until her whole body tenses.

Her hands let go of her breasts and fall down to press against the wall.

“I want to see you, Sophia.”

“Oh god! It’s too much… I can’t…” She is starting to panic.

I lean back slightly. I know what she needs.

My other hand comes down in a rapid series of smacks on her bottom. The stinging pain releases her orgasm and I thrust my fingers back into her body as she moans my name. Arching her back, she jerks and shudders through her climax.

I can’t look away.

I am lost.


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