A Year Already? (1st Anniversary #giveaway)

So back in November I got an email from WordPress saying that my subscription was coming up for annual renewal. I was like, what?! I’ve been writing nearly a year, already? Rebecca Black is one year old!! Actually that sounds a bit weird… but you know what I mean.

A year ago today I published my first post. It’s been a busy year: 45 erotic shorts (mainly Masturbation Monday posts), the whole Erotic World Book Day shabang, joining the Cliterati team, 2 books published and 4 short stories to be published in anthologies in 2016. Feels good to write those words I’ve got to say. One of the best years of my life really. I’m working hard and it feels good. My brain is back, after two kids I thought it had left for good!

I just want to say a big thank you to anyone who has read or commented on my posts. It means a lot and ultimately keeps me motivated to write more. I appreciate every last one of you sexy, kinky people!!

I’ve made some wonderful friends this past year too; like minded people who are so kind and generous with their support. I feel very lucky to know you all.

I have a few things on the go at the moment so hopefully there will be more books published this year. One story was inspired by a Masturbation Monday short called Drawn To You (beards and tattoos need I say more?!) and another is an anthology of flash fiction and short stories. I’m not sure how that one will pan out, I may need to self-publish it so that will be another foray into the unknown. Then I’m 30,000 words into a full length novel. Organised writers will read this and roll their eyes I’m sure, but it seems to be the way I work. I like different stuff going on at the same time. Variety is the spice of life, right?

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So to celebrate my 1st anniversary I’m having a giveaway….

The prizes are a copy of A Taste For Three or Let’s Ride (both ebooks). I will randomly pick 2 people who care to take the time to tell me in the comments, the title of their favourite erotic short that I’ve written this year. They’re all listed here. If you want to say why, then that might just increase your chances!! I’ll announce the winners on Christmas Eve – 24th December 2015.

Good luck!

Well, all that’s left to say is –  I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas if you celebrate it –  and all the best for 2016!

Take care out there….

Rebecca xxx

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The Battle #masturbationmonday

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I have tried for a long time to resist you.

We part and come together with the seasons, so the temptation of you is not always pressing against my consciousness.

When we are apart, I think of you, but the intensity is dulled by space and distance.

When we are together my skin burns, you are the sun and I am naked, unprotected.

Now, I continue to step away from you, but each step is harder than the next, I am braced against a steep slope, with a sense of stark inevitability as my feet slip back to the bottom.

I look over my shoulder and you are there, waiting. There is a knowledge in your eyes. It infuriates me as much as my body burns for you.

You only want me because I have put up a fight. We both know it and I am suddenly exhausted, the slope is too steep and I crash down into your arms.

My traitorous body moulds against yours, my exhaustion your ally today. This may look like capitulation but you will never have all of me. My tired mind still has a few defences remaining, even as parts of me immediately begin to tingle and ache as they rub against you.

Your head lowers to kiss me but I turn my face. A token resistance now and we both know it. You draw back slightly to look at me. I expect to see your cocky grin, instead your mouth is a straight line and your jaw is clenched.

“Stop fighting me.”

Your voice is low and intense. I don’t recognise it. Where are the jokes? The flippant words like arrows flying straight and true?

You look like you want to say more, but a look of frustration crosses your face. Gathering my face in your big hands you leave me no choice this time as your lips descend to mine.

Soft. So soft and warm. I brace myself but you are gentle and I don’t understand what is happening.

“Open,” you whisper and I do. My lips part, your tongue sweeps into my mouth and sensation strokes between my legs in time with your kiss.

I have never felt anything like this: my heart thuds in my chest, a rosy flush spreads over my skin and I can’t get close enough; I can’t touch you enough.

Your hands move into my hair, to the back of my neck where your thumbs graze my jaw as we work together in this kiss. We are sharing the same air, breathing for each other and I wonder how I will breath when this ends.

You feel the change in me. I know you do because I feel your body stiffen. You hold me tighter for a moment then release me when I push against your chest.

I take a step back and meet your tense, angry gaze.

“I want us to fuck – just once. Then I want you to leave me alone.” There is only the slightest tremor in my words.

You squint your eyes and take a breath as if to say something but I shake my head.

“No talking. Do it, or go now.” The steel in my voice is fuelled by the sharp stab of vulnerability that twists inside me.

I see you come to a decision and I know this is for the best. I know as you remove my clothes that this is all you want. I know as you sink to your knees and open my legs that each lick and bite has been done a thousand times to a thousand different women and I know that I am no different now.

I have given in and I will never forgive myself.

I feel the anger build with each delicious lick and I watch you look up to me but I refuse to accept the sincerity in your eyes. My hands thread through your hair and I pull you closer, wanting you deeper – harder. My hips begin to circle and my feet slide a little further apart. Your hands come up to press against my thighs, you want to slow things down but that’s not going to happen.

This is a battle, it needs to be fought and I don’t intend to lose.

Your tongue covers every sensitive inch of me; your soft lips torture my clit until my thoughts are in chaos and my body loses all grace and I am riding your face.

Oh God! I am so close and I can’t control it.

I shout out, a ragged, unintelligible sound. You suck my clit into your hot, wet mouth and all I can do is lock my knees and hold on.

For one blinding moment I am indestructible.

I have had you and survived.


 

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What I Want #masturbationmonday

Hello!

I hope you’re all well and managing to avoid the winter germs.

I’ve been absent for a few weeks. It always feels a bit odd not posting for Masturbation Monday, but real life has been kicking my arse, so writing has taken a back seat.

Hope you enjoy this one – I particularly love the gif 😉


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“What do you want?”

Possibly the best question in the world. Ever.

Sometimes when he asks me that I get such a rush of thoughts and ideas that spill into my mind until I feel so full, that I don’t know where to start. I try to pick one, look at it from different angles, play with it, squeeze and pull it like plasticine, but another one pops up so the plasticine gets rolled in a ball again and I start over.

I can get frustrated with myself in those times: so much opportunity that feels wasted instead of focusing on one thing, one moment.

Thankfully, it’s not that way tonight. Tonight I know what I want.

“I want to watch you,” I say.

He looks a little surprised. We haven’t done this for a while. Then he smiles and I know he is remembering other times.

“Will you tell me?”

Possibly the second best question he can ask me.

I sling my legs over the arm of my chair, settling my skirt, getting comfortable. My wine glass is within reach. I feel a short, sharp burst of anticipation in my stomach and lick my lips, watching his eyes follow the wet line.

“Take all your clothes off, please. I want to look at you, I want to take my time.”

He pulls the t-shirt from the back of his neck up and over his head. I look at the width of his shoulders, the dark hairs on his chest that run into a line down the centre of his body and I rub my fingers together. Sensory memories cascade through me. I idly wonder how many times I have touched him, how many times he has given himself to me.

I know I can touch him if I want, but I wait. Tonight I want to watch every line of his body, every muscle working towards his pleasure. I want to watch his face and concentrate on each facial expression.

“Will you touch me tonight?” He asks as he pushes his jeans to the floor. Stepping out of them, he stands before me naked and already nearly fully hard. He once told me that he feels heat on his skin when I look at him this way, that he feels the stroke of my gaze running up and down his cock, almost like a hand.

I smile as I watch him thicken and lengthen a little more. Such a beautiful cock.

“Maybe.” I tease. “Take hold of your cock. Nice, long, slow strokes, please.”

He closes his eyes and inhales through his nose at the initial contact. He has his legs spread a little, for balance, and he does as I request.

“I love watching you,” I murmur. “You, now, like this… there is something so perfect about it. I can see how it makes you feel, how every muscle in your body reacts to your cock being touched. Even your toes feel it!” I laugh as I watch them curl into the carpet.

He huffs out a short laugh. “It’s because of you. Everything feels so much more intense because your eyes are on me.”

I like that. A lot.

I love knowing that I am the only one who gets to see him like this. He brings out every possessive instinct I have and as I watch his body, his hand on his cock, my eyes keep moving back to his face. He is looking back at me in such a way that my heart speeds up and I feel a little short of breath.

“Do it harder.” I say huskily.

“Like this?”

I swallow and nod my head as I watch his forearm flex and tense. Oh that looks so good – his cock is really hard and his free hand starts to move over his chest, staying to play with his nipple.

I take a sip of wine and think about how I want to rub my naked body all over him.

“Tell me,” he whispers.

“I’m going to spank you in a bit.” I pause to hear his groan of approval. “I’m going to bend you over the table and make your ass a deep, rosy red. Then, just when all you want is for me to take your cock in my hand and make you come, you’re going to sit in that chair and I’m going to ride your cock while you feel the burn on your ass.”

“Fuck, yes!! I want that, I really do.”

He’s not the only one. The ache between my legs is almost unbearable now.

“I want to watch you come. I want to see you lose control, just for that moment. Will you show me?”

He nods, his eyes burning now.

“For you,” he murmurs.

His hand has sped up – it won’t be long now. I watch his muscles straining, see his forearm tense – there is such strength there. I covet it. I would love to know what it feels like, just for one moment to have all that power at my disposal. While I was at it, I’d love to have a cock. I would fucking love to know what that feels like; what I’m watching right now, as his head goes back, as he grits his teeth, working his cock hard and fast, squeezing his eyes shut and spurting white ribbons of come all over his hand and the floor.

His long, low groan is a primal, rough sound. A beautiful accompaniment to this intimate moment.

I watch his body relax, muscle by muscle, ligament by ligament. The strength is gone temporarily, but it will return soon enough.

He watches me with heavy lidded eyes as I wriggle my skirt over my hips and kick my knickers off.

He falls to his knees in front of me.

He knows what to do.



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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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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.

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Girls Will Be Girls by Lucy Felthouse @cw1985: #New Release

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Review:

I’ve reviewed some of Lucy’s books before here – she’s a great writer and one I always enjoy. Girls will be Girls is a collection of 6 sensually erotic tales about woman on woman loving. I loved them all. Lucy Felthouse writes perfectly formed short stories. They’re so full of detail, you quickly get a sense of the characters and they always have a yummy sex scene. What more could you ask for? It’s a very good collection of lesbian erotica. I would recommend them to anyone, but especially those readers who are new to the genre as these are such a great example of erotic short stories.

Blurb:

Six sexy Sapphic tales from the pen of popular lesbian erotica author, Lucy Felthouse.

Christmas cheer with colleagues, a driving disaster turned good, hot older women, girls inuniform, gorgeous gardeners and naughty fun in a changing cubicle… this collection containsa variety of erotic tales sure to tickle your fancy.

Available to buy exclusively from Amazon, and to read as part of the Kindle Unlimited programme: http://mybook.to/girlswillbegirls (universal Amazon link)

Add to your Goodreads shelves: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26218151-girls-will-be-girls

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Excerpt:

She was now mere inches away, but the thickness of the bushes meant she could still only see the boots and now a bit more of the green trousers. Stepping onto the mud, she crouched down beside the feet, carefully pushing the foliage aside so she could see what the hell was going on, and figure out what she was going to do about it.

The view opened up, and Verity, far from seeing a helpless person lying on the soil, was presented with a green-clad arse reversing hurriedly in her direction!

“Hey!” she said, letting go of the branches and shifting back so abruptly she ended up on her own arse on the grass. “Be careful! Are you all right?”

As the body continued emerging, Verity slowly came to realise her mistake. Dirt-covered trousers, a filthy black waterproof coat, gloved hands, and a head topped with a floppy hat were soon visible. Slim white cables trailing from each ear and disappearing into the collar of the coat explained why she hadn’t been heard calling out, or received a response.

This woman hadn’t hurt herself. She was a fucking gardener!

Frozen in her uncomfortable position, Verity wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. Perhaps as revenge for her landing on it so hard. But she had no such luck.

Instead, she heard, “What on earth are you doing down there? Are you all right?”

Struck dumb, Verity nodded and took the now glove-free hand that was offered to her, allowing the other woman to pull her up off the grass. “I—I’m fine,” she finally forced out, breaking the brief eye contact and making a show of brushing herself down, though it was probably only her bottom that was dirty. Her cheeks blazed, and she took a step back, hoping to beat a hasty retreat.

“Well, I’m glad. But it still doesn’t explain what you were doing down there.” The ear buds now hung down the woman’s front, and she was apparently poised, awaiting a reply.

Verity shook her head. “I don’t think you’d believe me if I told you.”

Narrowing her eyes, the gardener said, “Try me.”

Christ. Just to add insult to injury, it seemed she was now suspected of some kind of wrongdoing, too! “I—I was over there,” she pointed to where she’d come from, “and I saw your wellies poking out from the bushes. I panicked because I thought someone had fallen and hurt themselves. I came over to try and help. I did call out to you, to see if you were all right. But all I could see was the boots and a little bit of your trousers. I had no idea what was going on. Much less that you were the bloody gardener and remained oblivious to what I was up to because you had headphones in! I crouched down and pushed the bushes aside so I could see you better, and the next thing I know you’re shuffling back towards me. I shifted out of the way and ended up tumbling over on my bum.”

It seemed her story was too amusing to be anything but true, because the gardener grinned widely, then clapped a hand over her mouth momentarily. “I’m so sorry,” she then said, “I didn’t hear you, honestly. But I guess I can see why you thought that. Thank you so much for coming to check on me, but it really wasn’t necessary. All I was doing was fighting with a particularly vicious weed.” She pointed down to an uprooted plant at her feet, then widened her eyes. “Are you all right? You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”

Twisting to try and look at her bottom, Verity brushed again at the seat of her jeans.

“Yes, I’m fine, thank you. Just a bit of muck and grass stains, I think. Nothing that won’t come out in the washing machine.”

“Oh, good. I’m glad. I feel bad enough as it is without thinking you’ve hurt yourself or ruined your clothes, too.”

“No, I’m good. And I’m glad you’re okay, too.”

Silence hung between them for a few moments. Then Verity took another step back. “Right, well, I’d better get going, anyway. Nice to meet you.” She turned to go, but the other woman’s voice stopped her in her tracks.

“Hey, wait. No need to rush off. I’m just about to go on my tea break. Want to join me? Perhaps a brew will make up for it?” Her green eyes—apt, for a gardener, Verity thought—sparkled with humour and intelligence, and for the first time, Verity realised that, underneath the grubby gardening gear and large hat was a very attractive woman.

Still, an excuse was on the tip of her tongue—she had come here to be alone, after all—but fate intervened. Or the British weather did, anyway. A handful of fat raindrops fell onto her, followed by a few more. Then, the heavens truly opened.

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Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of sub genres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

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Their Place #masturbationmonday

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The purple blanket of heather was in its full glory as she walked the moors. Nothing moved her like this place. It was in her blood and she had been away too long.

The final days of summer had been kind this year; the freckles on her face attested to that. She smiled as the warm breeze blew her hair across her face. She shook her head to free herself, holding it back with her hand as she spied a hovering kestrel. It was taking advantage of the air currents, holding its position with ease.

She turned south, heading towards their place. It was time. Time to lay the past to rest. He was gone and she needed to let him go.

She walked until she reached the dry stone wall that curved down below the small wood. There was a natural hollow there, a sheltered little sun trap where the wall had been built over a large flat rock, creating a natural seat.

They used to come here together. It was where they’d first kissed and where their innocence had been well and truly lost. The innocence of spring had soon turned into lush, dirty, sweaty sex in the summer. He was the best she’d ever had. Knowing that was like a splinter in her finger, deep and impossible to gauge out. She couldn’t stop pressing it, probing it, the pain a part of her that she had reluctantly accepted over the years.

Things were different now. There was someone new – someone who she thought might be able to make her feel that way again. So she wanted that splinter out and she was prepared to bleed for it.

She sat on the warm rock, leaning back against the dry stone wall. Closing her eyes she took a moment to enjoy the sun on her face before she let herself remember. The memories were stored away so securely it was a while before she found her way back to the beginning.

She felt a sharp pain in her chest as she let herself see his face clearly, not just a blurred sense of him but every piece that made up his whole. Mossy green eyes, a crooked smile to go along with his one crooked tooth. Nicely shaped lips, the scar on his brow, long eyelashes that she had loved to play with. She traced them all in her mind, touched them for the last time, watched his lips open, his tongue licking her finger, drawing it into the warm cavern of his mouth.

She felt the wetness on her skin, watched herself penetrate his mouth. The flick of his tongue on her finger tip a ghost’s whisper between her legs.

She thought that she had wanted to remember the painful arguments, the cruel words, the emotional destruction. Instead she found herself watching him undress, throwing his clothes on the rocky seat. So many memories to recall: the look in his eyes when he had wanted to fuck; his long, lean climber’s body that had been so graceful and strong, so beautiful to touch. She was lost in it now, lost in the endless memories and the need to relive them.

She smiled and went to him when he sat on the grass, straddling his legs when he took hold of her hips, sank onto his long, hard cock – could swear she felt it –  when his big callused hands stroked down over her full, round bottom. He’d liked to hold on there, to grab a handful and leave his mark. She could feel the sun on her face, the earth beneath her knees again as they moved together.

This exorcism had somehow turned into a celebration and she rode him in the knowledge that this would be the last time.

She rode him with wild abandon, her bottom slapping down onto his thighs, her arousal causing the wet lewd sounds that she knew he loved.

She heard his low, husky sex words, caressing her mind, “Do it, Annie. God, you look so beautiful. I want to feel it, want you to make me all wet. Show me… do it!”

So she did: she came long and hard with her legs open wide on the rocky seat, her fingers working her slick flesh, shouting out her release to the wind and the trees and the kestrel.

When her heartbeat slowed and her aching legs closed, she rubbed her finger. She thought the splinter might be gone.


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Rebecca x

 

The Game #masturbationmonday

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The Game

She typed it on a whim.

Her: Kinda wish someone was touching me inappropriately right now 😉

The text wasn’t supposed to do anything except make him chuckle, but shortly after she hit send, her phone pinged with an incoming text. 

Him: Make it happen. I want evidence.

The game was on.

Her heart gave one big thump then settled into an anxious, but by no means unfamiliar, rhythm. Maybe she had known what would happen when she typed those words. Unfortunately, she was easily bored and prone to impulsive acts. He knew this about her – he counted on it really.

So she looked around the staff room to see who her options were, it never entered her head to refuse. What would be the fun in that?

It didn’t take her long to pick out her mark.

He was a quiet guy. It didn’t take his fair skin long to blush when she talked to him, but she’d seen something in him, a glimmer in his blue eyes, the way the tip of his tongue wet his lips when he stared at hers, that made her think he had dirty thoughts that she’d like to explore. It looked like now might be the time to do just that.

She didn’t waste any more time.

He lifted his head from the book he was reading when he heard the sharp click of her heels approaching. His eyes went a little wider when she stopped right by his chair. She made direct eye contact, there was no time for subtlety now. “Come with me.”

“What?” He stuttered dropping his forgotten book on his knees.

“Don’t ask any questions. Just do it.”

He pushed himself out of his chair, his book toppling to the floor. He started to ask another question but she put her finger over his lips and said, “Don’t talk. It’ll be worth it, I promise.”

She turned and walked towards her office knowing he was right behind her, knowing exactly what she wanted him to do.

“Lock it.” She instructed when he closed the door behind them.

She knew that she couldn’t give him any time to think. As soon as he turned back to her she stepped into him. Taking hold of his hand, she placed it on her breast, enjoying the warmth that permeated the silk of her blouse.

“Do you like that?” She smiled when he whispered his agreement. Her anxiety had mellowed now, it felt much more like lovely, hot anticipation as her fingers worked quickly on her buttons. As soon as there was room she pushed his hand inside. Her eyes moved over his flushed cheeks, took in the arousal burning in his gaze, and she knew he was totally on board now.

She quickly shrugged out of her blouse – dropping it on the floor. His eyes grew wide again when she pushed her bra underneath her plump breasts, presenting them for him.

“Suck them. Lick them. Go on!” She urged him when he continued to hesitate.

She found herself holding her breath when he raised both hands to cup her. He squeezed and shaped her, licking his lips. She knew he wanted a taste.

Putting a hand behind his head she pulled him down, whispering urgently, “Do it. Please, I want you to.”

She moaned when his warm lips closed over her already tight nipple. “Oh, that’s so good, yes, I love that.” Her hand flexed in his thick hair and every muscle in her body clenched when his tongue flicked back and forth over her sensitive flesh.

She felt a familiar heaviness start between her legs, the pressure building just from his talented tongue and mouth. Her mark had cast off the shackles of shyness and he was busy devouring her. She loved his rough handling of her breasts and loved watching her skin turn pink. He sucked on the heavy underside of her left breast, hard enough to leave a mark. She grinned, knowing that was her evidence right there.

She took hold of her skirt and hurriedly yanked it up. Grabbing hold of his hand, she tugged it between her legs, groaning in pleasure when his long fingers made their way into her knickers. She opened her legs wide and directed his fingers to where she wanted them. They slid over her clit, forcing a gasp from her open mouth.

He lifted his head to look at her, hungry and breathless, his lips shiny and swollen.

“I want to watch you come.” He said quietly.

“Ok.” She panted. She was surprised by how much of a turn on his words were. “Oh God, that feels good. Keep doing that… right there…”

He grinned and continued to work his talented digits over her wet, throbbing clit. His other hand worked her breasts, her hips started to move and they found a slightly awkward rhythm that worked only because they were both so determined.

She felt her orgasm build in a blinding rush. One minute she was enjoying grinding on his hand and watching him handle her breasts, the next she was hunched over, holding onto him for dear life.

“Holy shiiit!” She moaned into his shoulder.

Her hips jerked once, twice more, his fingers gentling on her over sensitive sex, but he didn’t move them. Instead he drew back so he could see her face and said a little desperately, “please tell me it’s my turn now.”

“It totally is,” she murmured as her hand fell to the buckle of his belt.

The game was still well and truly on.


Thanks for reading as always. Hop on over to Kayla Lords’ place for more hot Masturbation Monday posts.

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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

Midday: Week Three #masturbationmonday

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Midday. Thursday. It was the third week they had sat like this.

The first time she’d been vaguely amused about the fact that they matched: her red shoes – his red tie – her black dress, his black suit. She’d been intrigued by the contrast between his sharp suit, polished expensive shoes, and his big rough hands unwrapping the sandwich he’d just bought inside the cafe.

When he had uncrossed his legs she had seen how lean and muscular the thigh closest to her was. She had found herself longing to touch it – to stroke her hand over it and grab it to see just how hard the muscles were. She’d struggled to take her eyes off him and had wondered what that body did when it wasn’t dressed in a business suit.

Her eyes had flicked to his when he’d stood up to leave. She’d managed a small smile; in return he’d nodded his head. She had dropped her gaze first. His had felt far too direct, nothing like she was used to in her experience of brief encounters in London.

The second week she’d found herself reaching for the same outfit with a little thrill of excitement. She’d known the chances of him being there were slim, but what the hell – right? If he was there, in their spot, she’d thought she might feel brave enough to sit a little closer. Maybe even say hello.

He wasn’t there when she arrived. She had dealt with her irrational disappointment as she had bought her coffee and sat down on the same bench outside the cafe. She’d ruefully admitted to herself that it had been a long shot and that she really needed to get a life. She had just got to the point where she was rethinking her OkCupid subscription when he sat down. He hadn’t just sat down either, he had closed the distance by at least half.

Her eyes had immediately latched onto his thigh and she had realised her heart rate had increased. It had been a rapid pulse through her body, a drum beat of arousal that she’d barely recognised. It had been so long and now it felt out of control and too intense, thick and heavy in her body.

She hadn’t known what to do with herself. Suddenly self-conscious, she had wrapped her arms around her middle and dragged her eyes away from him. It hadn’t made any difference. She’d felt his body like a magnetic pull. Crossing her legs she’d known he was looking at her red suede high heels.

An immediate image of them wrapped around his waist as he fucked her had swept through her mind and her cheeks had burned.

She had been the first to leave that week. Too jittery to sit still, she had placed her unfinished coffee on the bench and stood up. Unable to resist, she had looked at him to find him eying her full cup before his dark gaze had lifted to hers.

“You’re leaving?”

“Yes… I…I need to go.”

He’d seemed to understand. She wasn’t wholly comfortable with that.

“Till next week then.” He’d said quietly.

As she’d turned to leave she’d noticed a flash of red silk around his neck and she’d known that he’d watched her as she walked away.

So now it’s next week and he has just sat down. She has spent the whole week wavering between regretting leaving and wondering what the fuck she was doing. Right now every muscle in her body is tense and doesn’t know if it’s preparing to run or to jump on him.

The gap between them is even smaller now. She can feel the heat from his leg penetrating her black skirt. Her toes curl in her red shoes and she is trying hard to maintain a steady breathing pattern. As her heart thumps an erratic rhythm in her chest, she watches his hand move to rest on the top of his thigh, matching her own.

Their little fingers are so close, she knows if they stretch them both out they will touch. Her fingers twitch and she holds her breath.

The first spot of rain lands on the back of her hand and it takes her a moment to realise what’s happening. They look at each other; he stands and holds out his hand to her. The heavy rain takes away her chance to think this through. She lets the water wash her doubts away and lifts her hand to his.

His rough palm envelopes hers and his skin is hot and dry sending a shot of sensation up her arm. She is still trying to process this when he pulls her to her feet and leads her into the cafe. They don’t stop moving until they have moved through the main room and entered the small, dark corridor in the far corner. She vaguely registers the staff sign on the door as he pulls her in and locks it behind them.

His dark eyes search her face. She knows she cannot mask her uncertainty but she knows her arousal is also clear to see. Her cheeks are hot and she can feel her nipples hard and tight against the damp material of her black dress.

Her hands are pressed flat against the door as he cups her face.

“Tell me you want this.” His voice is rough and deep, an intimate abrasion of her senses.

“Yes.” She whispers.

She doesn’t hesitate. This is a kind of madness but she wants to embrace it; she wants to live it.

His thumb gently strokes across her lips and his eyes follow it intently. They flash wide when her tongue darts out to lick it. She moves forward slightly and takes it into her mouth. She takes it all in and slowly pulls back running her tongue underneath, feeling every rough texture of his skin. He tastes a little salty but good; good enough to suck him again – hard. His eyes close and the low moan he lets out strokes over her body like a soft palm.

“Fuck!” He mutters. His hips jerk forward of their own accord and she feels his hard cock in the juncture of her thighs where she aches. Her need for friction is beginning to consume her when she feels his hand pull up her skirt.

“Are you wet for me?” He asks as his hands tug her silk knickers down to her knees.

She can’t take her eyes from his, she only nods and moans when his fingers find the answer for themselves.

Oh god, she is a wet mess. She can feel how easily he slides over her folds, how effortlessly they slide into her.

He places his free hand on the wall beside her head. She widens her stance, her knickers pulling tight across her legs.

Her hands are on his shoulders, gripping hard as he thrusts his fingers inside her. He sets a demanding rhythm, but she wants it, she drops into it, bending her knees and circling her hips, pressing her clit onto the palm of his hand. It is a perfect dance.

She feels her orgasm begin to form. As her abdomen pulls tight she squeezes her eyes shut. It is suddenly too much, a small seed of panic takes root and she begins to shake her head.

“Look at me.” He says quietly.

She opens her eyes. She see his arousal, it is plain to see, but there is no tension in his face. A sense of calm replaces the panic. She breathes deeply and embraces every movement of her body: the bounce of her breasts, the tension in her thighs. His head falls forward and she feels his hot, humid breath on her cheek. She rolls her head towards him, their lips just touching.

She is panting now – so close. She needs it and he seems to know it.

He thrusts harder, faster.

She is grinding down onto his hand. It hits her quickly then. Her hand goes to the back of his neck and she pulls him towards her as she moans her orgasm into his beautiful mouth.

She clenches around his fingers as they slow down, but he doesn’t stop. Not until she pulls back and their eyes meet.

Now it is his turn.


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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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