Drawn To You – #masturbationmonday

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I see you.

You walk in the door like you own the place. Once you catch my eye I can’t seem to look away.

I take a small sip of my coffee, playing with the teaspoon, and it clatters against the wooden table top startling me. I drop my eyes. They rest on the sparkling bracelet on my wrist; its cold brilliance startlingly garish in that moment.

You sit down opposite me, by the cafe window. Three tables separate us but I can feel you – feel your confidence radiating towards me. I want to absorb it and know what it’s like to be so sure, just for one fleeting moment.

At first your face feels obscured by its full beard. Then I look closer and I see how it frames your full, sensuous lips. It is neatly shaped, leaving your cheekbones clear revealing smooth, tanned skin. The beard is the same colour as your thick brown hair, which is shorter at the sides. The longer top swept back from your stunning face.

My fingers tingle, it looks so soft, would feel so good.

My body feels hotter now, my skin sensitive as I run my fingers under the collar of my silk blouse. I know my nipples have hardened. They want to know what that beard would feel like brushing against them; those soft lips sucking and nibbling at them. My clothes feel confining against my needy body.

Your brown leather jacket is old and worn but it looks beautifully soft and supple, moulding to your wide shoulders. You shrug out of it and I catch my breath. Your white t-shirt reveals the tattoos on your arms. They run from your wrist right up your arm and under the t-shirt. I see the colours, greens, red and yellows; the black outlines of shapes. But I can’t make out what they are, I’m too far away.

I want to get closer. I want to run my fingers over the patterns and shapes. I want to feel your heat, the strength underneath that colourful skin.

I want to lick your tattoos.

Oh god, I want that so badly.

I want to trace every line, every curve and mark with my tongue.

You raise the cup to your lips and swallow. Your bicep flexes and I ache between my legs. It is sweet, sweet torment. I shift in my chair, craving some friction. My eyes follow your colourful arm as it slowly lowers the cup back down to the table.

I am drawn to your face again, your lips and the thought of how they would feel on mine; but I realise too late that you have gone very still.

You have caught me.

I meet your intent stare and immediately feel heat invade my cheeks.

Your piercing eyes roam over my face, missing nothing but releasing me from their uncomfortable hold. They slowly move down my body, brushing over my breasts and the evidence of my arousal. They rest on my wrist, you take in my clothes, my up swept hair, the diamond studs in my ears.

I can’t breath. My breasts feel heavy, achy and ready. So ready to be touched.

I wait for the scorn on your face.

I can’t look. My eyes drop to the floor. I breath through my anxiety, remembering those little steps that I need to take to get myself under control again. I need to leave, but first I must regain my equilibrium.

I am staring so hard at a mark on the floor it doesn’t immediately register that a pair of black boots have come to a stop by my chair.

My hands grip the edge of the table, my knuckles white and distressed. I slowly raise my eyes from the boots, up the long, dark blue, jean clad legs, to the white t-shirt tight across your chest; your beautiful arms lead me up to that sexy bearded face and the glittering dark brown eyes staring down at me.

I feel trapped in your gaze. You lean forward, slowly, putting your arms on either side of me. Your forearm brushes against my breast as you move to place it next to me. You have branded me, heat and an almost painful pleasure suffuse my breast.

I wait, breathless.

Your head moves towards me until your mouth rests by my ear.

“Let me show you…”


Bit of a tease this one, isn’t it?! As ever, thanks for reading. Check out more contributions for Masturbation Monday at Kayla Lords’ site A Sexual Being. Happy Monday, Rx

 

 

First Sight – #masturbationmonday

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The hot water beats down my back and neck in stark contrast to the cold tiles under my hand braced against the wall. My head has fallen forward watching my working hand sweep up and down my long, hard cock.

Only one thing is on my mind. Jack. My new flatmate.

I hold myself tight, thrusting my cock through my fist.

Fuck! That feels good.

I can see him on his knees in the steam, feel his hot mouth, those full lips forming a tight seal around the head as he sucks and flicks his clever tongue over the most sensitive part of it. I want to fuck that mouth, I want to own it, own him.

Shit!

My head falls back on my shoulders, the water spraying over my head. My eyes are squeezed shut; my breathing ragged as my balls tighten up and I get ready to come. I’m so close now: ass clenched and stomach taut.

The sound of the door closing snaps my eyes open. Through the steam on the shower door I see Jack’s searing gaze riveted on my cock.

What the fuck?!

He doesn’t even blink. Just keeps watching.

His intense stare is fuelling my orgasm. My hand has a life of its own now.

I can’t stop.

My cock feels like it’s going to explode. I can’t believe he hasn’t run out of the room. I was so sure he wasn’t interested; so sure he was straight.

I’m jerking the head faster now. I want to come for him and I know he wants to see it.

His dark eyes flick up to meet mine briefly. The hunger I see there finishes me off. My cock can’t take any more: it burns and throbs needing release.

Suddenly, it’s there. I hunch over slightly, but keep my eyes on him as I frantically work my cock.

“Fuck!” I gasp.

I feel my come rush out of my cock – a deep throb and pulse as streams of it shoot out to cover my hand over and over – falling into the water at my feet.

One more slow, languid stroke up and down my cock and I take a deep breath. Jack’s eyes follow the movement of my hand, then burn a trail up my body until they reach my face. They linger on my mouth – then slowly, steadily meet mine.

God! I can’t believe it. He knows what’s coming and he wants it.

I feel my body relax as my control returns. I stand tall and watch him, watch me. A small smile on my lips. I’m fairly sure I’m about to be the first man to touch him and I’m going to touch him everywhere. I have some serious plans for that cock that I can see bulging in the front of his jeans and that ass that I know fills his jeans perfectly.

I’m going to have it all and I’m going to make sure he loves every second of it.

I turn off the water. The sudden silence in the room only highlights what’s about to happen. I step out of the shower, I feel every drop of water running down my body. Every inch of me is ready for this. My hands tingle in anticipation; my mouth salivates at the prospect of tasting his skin, his cock, his ass.

I want him.

Now.

My eyes lock onto his. I see a flicker of apprehension but it soon passes, replaced by white hot lust. I step towards him. He holds his ground.

Good.

He is a couple of inches shorter than my six foot two. I feel his breath on my neck, surprised to feel goose bumps form in it’s path. It’s been a long time since anyone affected me this way.

“Tell me what to do.”

I lift my hand to cup his face, stroking my thumb firmly across his full lower lip. I press down demanding entry, pushing my thumb into the hot, wet depth of his mouth. My cock starts to harden again.

“Oh, I will.” I reply.

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Watch Me

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I wrote this last week as a guest post for Kayla Lords’ #masturbationmonday.

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Watch Me

I can’t seem to blink, never mind stop looking. I can’t stop watching your hand and your cock and the things your hand is doing to your long, thick beautiful cock.

Oh god. That is so hot.

Every glide and sweep, up and over the head. I feel it between my legs. I am beginning to ache and I know I am wet. My pussy lips slip and slide against each other as my thighs clench involuntarily. I can’t move; I can barely breath. I feel a little unsteady and brace my hand on the wall.

The door is open just enough to see you and I want to watch you finish. I hold my breath and slip my hand down my pajama bottoms and stealthily, softly begin to rub my clit in time with your strokes.

Your long, muscular legs are open wide and your hips are moving a little now – does that mean you’re getting close? You’re starting to fuck your fist. Your beautiful eyes are closed and I am glad but I wish I could see the heat there. I wish I could see them glaze over as you come.

You moan. It is a small needy sound and it nearly brings me to my knees. You want this so badly and I want to see you do this. I want to watch you give in to it.

I know I should leave. This is a private moment and I am not invited, but I cannot move my feet. I need to see those silken ropes of come shoot out of that gorgeous cock. I want to see that body climax. I want to see you do it.

Go on. Oh god, give it to me.

My eyes drift up your body to see every muscle tight and straining. The arm you are using is a work of art: bicep and forearm flexing. I want to run my hand along the defining lines until I reach your hand. I want to stroke your fingers and feel your hard, thick cock pulse and swell as it gets ready to come.

Your other hand has its own pattern as it rubs along your tight stomach, backwards and forwards, once, twice then down and around your cock and balls. Your long fingers trail gently between your legs.

Fuck, I bet that feels good.

It looks like nothing has ever felt better.

I dip my fingers down into my drenched pussy and slowly circle the warm honey over my swollen clit. I can hardly touch myself knowing that I could come at any moment. But I want to come with you, so I tease myself and concentrate on trying to stay silent.

You’re close. I can tell. Your hand speeds up and your whole body tenses. Your head goes back into the pillow as you grit your teeth. You look like you are in pain but I know it is the best kind.

Your spare hand grips the sheet now and your working hand is concentrating on the head of your cock. It must be so sensitive there now. You’re desperately reaching for it, almost ready, almost there. I can feel how close you are as I move my fingers back to give direct contact to my clit.

The burning pleasure is almost too much to take but I make myself rub there, keeping myself on edge, ready to come with you.

Suddenly, you moan long and loud. Your head curls into your chest as your stomach clenches, every muscle in your body taught and working for your pleasure.

I rub my clit quickly, over and over and climax hard as I watch your come shoot out onto your hard stomach and chest.

Your eyes are squeezed shut and you are holding your breath with me. Over and over you shoot until finally your body relaxes. You sag back onto the bed with a loud exhale as I feel the evidence of my orgasm trickle down my leg. Aftershocks continue to ripple through our bodies as my pussy contracts around my fingers and you fist your cock one last time.

I release a shaky but quiet gush of air as your fingers go to your stomach, idly playing and spreading your come over and around your tummy button. My heart thumps an erratic rhythm in my chest. My legs are weak. I know I am covered in a full body flush.

I need to move now, go back to my room; there is no way I could hide what I’ve just done. But I still can’t seem to move my feet and I can’t resist just one more stroke around my clit as I watch you.

Oh shit, once wasn’t anywhere near enough. My eyes travel up the length of your body to see you looking sated and satisfied.

Your eyes open and before I register what is happening you turn your head towards the door and smile.

by Rebecca Black