Fireworks #masturbationmonday

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Fireworks

Ellie and I stand in the kitchen and let the party come to us. It’s always the best room in the house so we staked our claim early doors.

It’s the third Christmas do this week and we’re basically going from one hangover to another. Wham! are singing about last Christmas and losing their heart the very next day reminding me of school discos and shy kisses. It never gets old that one, but I don’t like to dwell on the past. I like to live in the moment and right now I must admit to feeling a little restless.

I watch Lucas walk in and grab a handful of dry roasted peanuts and a bottle of Speckled Hen. I like how those jeans hug his arse and how his legs just seem to go on for ever.

“I’m bored,” I whisper in Ellie’s ear.

She follows my gaze and I see a little smile tug at her mouth when her eyes land on the best arse this side of the Pennines.

Lucas looks up and catches me ogling his arse. I’m not phased – it does after all – belong to me.

“Get your fine arse over here, Lucas.”

He saunters over trying to look like he’s got a choice. I try not to laugh. He’s too cute.

“Ladies…”

Lucas’ words trail off as our hosts announce fireworks are about to be set off in the back garden. Drinks are topped up, coats grabbed and everyone clears out with murmurs of excitement.

All except Ellie, Lucas and I.

I think an opportunity has just presented itself.

I look at Ellie and tilt my head to one side. We’ve known each other for a while and I’m pretty sure she’ll be into this, but one can never be entirely sure until the words are said – the desire stated loud and clear.

“What are you thinking?” She asks clearly understanding that we are at our own little crossroads.

I’m not much for subtlety at the best of times. I find blunt and to the point gets me what I want more often than not.

So I meet her eyes and say, “I’m thinking I want to see Lucas on his knees with his face between your legs.” I see the excitement flare in her eyes and the blush stain her cheeks and hold my breath.

Lucas takes a step closer to me. I can practically feel him vibrating with excitement. His whispered words in our dark bedroom are hopefully about to come true.

Ellie looks at Lucas. She wants him; it’s clear to see, but she’s hesitating.

I wait.

My hand goes to the back of Lucas’ neck and I pull him in for a slow, deep kiss. My eyes are open but I’m not looking at Lucas, I’m looking at Ellie. I lick into his mouth, deep, then suck on his top lip and listen to him moan. I love giving him what he wants.

Her eyes move from the kiss to mine as she says, “Get on your knees, Lucas” and delivers an early Christmas present.

I blink and he’s already on the floor pushing her skirt up. The colour is high on his cheeks and he is so fucking eager. It’s beautiful. He wants to show her how good he is, he wants to make me proud. There’s no shame in that. No, the shame he feels is in his need to be used – objectified. It’s that little twist in his gut that gets him off. That and being watched.

He licks her over black satin. I circle behind him, watching his head bob and move on her, seeing Ellie bite her lower lip, knowing he has struck gold straight away.

Fireworks pop like gunfire to a loud cheer from the crowd.

“There isn’t much time, Lucas. Get her knickers off.”

He hooks his fingers into the black satin and pulls them down over her hips. Quickly, she kicks them off one foot and opens her legs for him. I see neatly trimmed black curls and Lucas’ fingers spreading her open. She is shiny and pink and I feel my mouth water as my eyes roam over her heaving tits and her flushed cheeks.

I realise this isn’t just Lucas’ Christmas present. I feel the need to dominate them both rush through my body. I want to orchestrate each move, hold her down with my hands and the weight of my body while Lucas fucks her. I want to sit back and watch his cock sink into her body.

I take a deep breath and rein myself in. Now isn’t the time.

Her hand is in his hair and she’s watching what he’s doing to her. Holding his face tight against her, he sucks and licks her clit. Her hips roll and thrust against him seeking friction, seeking to get what she needs from the man at her feet. 

“Oh God! I’m close….”

She lifts her head with effort to look at me.

“Ride his face, Ellie. Use him however you want. Get off on him, that’s what he’s there for.” My quiet encouragement is all she needs.

She uses both hands to hold his head and demands he hold his tongue out. “Yes, like that. Just like that.” She whispers as she grinds on his face. It quickly becomes a frenzy of movement and muffled sounds.

A high piercing whistle, followed by a series of bangs, barely register as I walk towards Ellie. I stand by her side and look down at my boyfriend’s glistening flushed face. His eyes are glazed with lust and his dick is pressed uncomfortably against the fly of his jeans.

He is a picture of debauchery and it is such a beautiful image.

Lucas is working hard for her and I want payment.

I take hold of her face and turn her towards me. She opens her mouth and shouts her orgasm into mine.

It really is the most wonderful time of the year.


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Rebecca x

Compliance #masturbationmonday

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It is an intriguing moment when you realise that someone wants to be dominated.

When it feels right It’s like the tumblers in a complex locking system all clicking and slotting into place. Sometimes the tumblers need a little lubrication, but ultimately they fall where they should. Other times no amount of twisting and turning that key is going to open the door.

Tonight the lock has turned very smoothly.

I’m enjoying watching them take their clothes off. They’re very eager, tripping and hopping their way out of their jeans and socks. It’s cute really, but I’m pretty sure that won’t last long.

Not with the way I’m feeling tonight.

I roll my shoulders, feel the strength run across my back and flex my hands. Crossing my legs, I settle back into the chair, my hands resting on each arm.

“Come and stand in front of me.”

They’re almost the same height: one is dark, one is blonde. A very striking combination. They’re pleasing to the eye but to be honest that isn’t important. Tonight I want to go beneath the surface. I have come to realise that I find most people attractive when they are covered in sweat and bearing my marks. The attraction, the pleasure comes from their submission not their muscle definition or the symmetry of their features.

“Take hold of your cocks. Nice and slow, let me see how you jerk off.”

They look nervously at each other as they respond to my instruction. I see their eyes flick down to each others cocks. They stand hard and proud, a fine symbol of their youth and vitality.

I read each gesture and facial expression. They want to explore each other and it is my job to help them do that. They just need a little nudge.

“That’s nice,” I murmur as I watch them fist their cocks. “Stop. Now face each other, please. That’s it, now take hold of each other’s cock.”

They hesitate but I wait patiently, my silence pressing against them.

The dark one, Eddie, raises his hand slowly. I smile, so he is the bold one. We watch Liam’s eyes flutter closed as Eddie’s fingers curl around his hard, straining cock. Oh I can almost feel that, the shocking newness of it.

Liam has to move his feet wider to keep his balance as Eddie begins to pump his cock. Liam hasn’t followed my instruction yet, but that’s ok, I want to see how this plays out.

I hear Liam’s breathing speed up. He opens his eyes and looks at Eddie as he whispers, “Oh God!

The intensity between them is fascinating and beautiful.

“You may touch each other.”

Liam’s hand immediately comes to rest on Eddie’s shoulder, holding on as his world shifts. His head falls forward to rest against Eddie. His body is taut and looks ready to snap as Eddie’s hand lands on the back of his neck.

“Faster, Eddie. Take him right to the edge.”

He glances at me when I stand and begin to walk towards them. I see the excitement there, the nervous anxiety. His hand speeds up as Liam’s loud panting breaths echo around the room.

“You want to come don’t you, Liam?” I whisper in his ear, pressing my body against his back. “You want to come for Eddie, you want to let out all that pent up frustration. All those times you’ve made yourself come thinking about him and now you’re finally where you want to be, aren’t you?”

“Yes, fuck yes.” He moans against Eddie’s neck.

“Stop, Eddie!” My tone is sharp and Eddie immediately does as I say.

“No!” The word is torn out of Liam as he lifts his head to look at me with pleading eyes.

“There’s no hurry, darling. We’ve got all night and I very much like to see that desperate look on your face.”

I turn and stroke my hand from Eddie’s shoulders down his smooth, broad back to his tight arse, giving his cock a couple of long, slow pulls while I squeeze his arse hard. I watch him clench his jaw.

“Start again, Eddie. Let’s see how much he can take.”

It’s one of my favourite things watching sweat appearing on naked skin. The shimmer of light moisture that leads to droplets running down the lines of a body. The physical manifestation of all that effort and agony. I raise my index finger and scoop up the rivulet that’s running down Liam’s back. He is suffering now, after the fifth time of being edged he is leaning heavily on Eddie and chanting a litany of soft desperate words.

It’s time.

“Stop, Eddie.”

I quickly step to the side and bring my hand down hard on Liam’s arse. Once, twice, three time – all over his tight, clenching muscle. I love the sting on my palm, the impact up my arm and across my shoulders. I spank him over and over and then as I listen to his low, agonised moan I say, “Now, Eddie. Finish it.”

I watch Liam’s head fly back, feel his hips thrust forwards, hear his yell of release and meet Eddie’s burning gaze over his shoulder before it falls to watch the cock coming in his hand.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Jesus Christ!” Liam’s shaking, straining body finally goes lax in Eddie’s arms.

“Stand up straight, Liam.”

I walk around to look at the mess he’s made on his stomach and cock. I look at Eddie’s painfully hard cock and stroke it softly from tip to base while I watch him flinch. Oh we’re going to have so much fun with that.

“On your knees, Eddie and clean him up.”

It is gratifying to see just how quickly he falls to the floor, his tongue searching for that first taste as Liam moans and runs his hand through Eddie’s hair.


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For Her #masturbationmonday

This one’s for Marie Jean who kind of requested a story, or I offered to write one… Anyway, she’s lovely – so here you go, MJ!

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He glanced at the clock when he heard the door open and close – eight o’clock – she was late and would undoubtedly be tired and hungry.

He reached across the kitchen counter for the bottle of red wine that he’d gotten out earlier and a flutter of anticipation began in his stomach as he opened it and poured her a glass.

He had been away working all week with strict instructions not to touch his cock. He was almost fully hard now just knowing she was in the house. Then he took a deep breath when he saw the red liquid tremble as he lifted the glass.

“Is that for me?” She asked as he turned towards her.

“Of course.”

They met in the middle of the kitchen. He handed her the wine and she didn’t hesitate to take a long drink, licking her red lips as she lowered the glass.

It looked like she had an appetite tonight.

“Come here – I missed you,” she said as she pulled him in with the hand at the back of his neck.

He moaned a little when their lips met. She licked into his mouth, long and slow, tender and devouring. She took and gave and he drifted into a beautiful sexual haze, unable and unwilling to erect any barriers. He was hers to do with whatever she wanted.

“Take your clothes off. I want to see you.”

His eyelids felt heavy as his eyes opened wide with surprise. She normally wasn’t in such a hurry, but tonight he could see he wasn’t the only one who was struggling after their time apart.

He quickly drew the black t-shirt over his head and started on the top button of his jeans with a shaky hand. His cock was throbbing already, desperate to be touched after the agony of his week long abstinence.

He ripped the buttons open, his cock bouncing out as he yanked them down and kicked them off.

He was panting, he couldn’t help it. He watched her tongue lick a wet sheen over her lips and hoped to God he wasn’t going to come from that alone. He grabbed onto the edge of his control and hung on for dear life as she walked towards him. He squeezed his eyes shut and recited old football scores when she spun him around to face the kitchen counter.

“Spread your legs and bend over.” Her husky words gave away the extent of her own excitement.

He did as instructed, his cock jutting out, a heavy weight between his legs.

He barely had time to brace himself before her open hand came down on his arse. Once, twice, three times. Fast and heavy, demanding and hot. So fucking hot.

He moaned a needy, inarticulate sound.

“Tell me!” She demanded, her hand never slowing, never easing up.

“So fucking good. I need it, please…”

“What do you need?”

“More… everything.” He planted his hands firmly on the cool counter, taking the jolt of impact through his arms, feeling the sting turn into a deep burn.

He heard her breathing hard, knew she was watching his skin change colour. Pushing out his arse, he welcomed the pain, feeling a potent satisfaction when she stroked her hands over his glowing skin, admiring her handiwork.

“You look good,” she murmured as she knelt down behind him.

His head fell forwards when he felt the cool, wet trail of her tongue over his burning flesh. Kissing, licking and nibbling her way across his red cheeks, she soothed and comforted, aroused and teased, until he thought he might go mad with the need to come. Every muscle was strung tight and small vibrations ran through his body. He couldn’t hold onto the small whimper that escaped. He was losing hold of his control and he desperately scrambled to keep a grip of it.

“Turn around.”

Standing up, she quickly stripped until they stood facing each other, naked and covered in a fine sweat.

He took in her lush naked form with a swift thorough sweep of his gaze, his cock flexing at the sight of her large, tight nipples. His mouth watered, wanting to taste, to feel them on his tongue.

Swiftly jumping onto the kitchen counter, she opened her legs and pulled him in.

“In me – now!” She took hold of his cock and placed him where he needed to be.

He took hold of her full hips, pulled her to the edge and thrust in hard and deep.

Leaning back on her arms she watched him fuck her. “Watch,” she whispered, “watch my cunt own your cock.”

He did. He couldn’t look away. It was as necessary as breathing, obeying her, pleasing her. He felt her tight heat and wetness, knew that it had never been better than this. Now his sole purpose was to make her come.

“That’s it,… oh Jesus! Yes!” She brought his hand to her clit. He knew what she liked as he had touched her like this a thousand times. He circled and rubbed, pressed and touched, until her head fell back and he watched her thighs strain and shake.

With his burning arse clenched tight he fucked her until she screamed, riding her through every last shudder and aftershock. His control in tatters, he stopped, drawing in ragged deep breaths.

Finally, she opened her eyes, nodded and pointing to her stomach said, “give it to me now – right here.”

He pulled his cock out, took it in his hand and worked it hard. Leaning forward his fingers unconsciously digging into her leg, trying to keep his balance, trying not to let his legs give out, he came right where she wanted it.


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Show Me #masturbationmonday

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

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

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

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

“You’re tense, baby.”

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

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

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

“What were you thinking?”

I smile a little at the hesitancy in his words.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Time to get this show on the road.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I’m not having that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Rebecca x

Letting Off Steam – #masturbationmonday

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Suck me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh baby, it’s now.”

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

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

Ready for more.

 


 

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At The End Of The Day – #masturbationmonday

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She steps back from Aidan. “Get naked.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is my favourite version of Maddie.

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



 

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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.

 

 

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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

Goddess – #masturbationmonday

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Tonight he would be hers.

He’d been looking at her for weeks. His gaze roving over her body, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Those dark blue eyes resting on her tempting lips – glittering with want – but he still hadn’t done anything about it.

Each night she’d gone home to her vibrator: wet, ready and frustrated. She’d had enough; she wanted the real thing. Clenching her thighs together, she tried to tame the pulse between her legs. She thought about his heat, his hard cock and his lean muscular body pounding into her hard and fast.

She shivered and licked her lips.

It was time for her to take control of this situation. Her nipples hardened just thinking about what she wanted him to do to her body. Her heart rate increased when she contemplated making him do it. Maybe this was the start of something she hadn’t even realised she wanted?

Taking a deep breath she walked towards him.

The bar was loud and dark; crowded with the usual people celebrating the start of the weekend. That could work in her favour. Her eyes locked onto his; she was pleased to see his widen slightly.

Good – the element of surprise was on her side.

His gaze stroked her breasts and paused on her nipples that were trying to poke their way through her silk blouse.

A familiar ache began down low, accompanied by a sudden slickness between her legs as she made her way towards him.

God – she wanted him!

As she reached him he turned to shelter her from the jostling crowd. She stepped backwards into a dimly lit alcove, stopping when she felt the wall against her back. The music and voices were muted here.

They looked at each other for a moment, cocooned in this small, quiet space, and she could sense he understood this was no ordinary meeting. He looked a little wary but she could see the excitement in his eyes.

“Come here.”

She tugged lightly on his loose turquoise tie, pulling him towards her.

There was no resistance.

The subtle citrusy tang of his aftershave made her mouth water. He’d opened the first few buttons of his shirt revealing a tantalising glimpse of his smooth tanned chest. Her fingertips tingled with need.

He rested a hand on the wall by her head and leaned down towards her in supplication. Feeling his warm breath on her neck, she sighed with pleasure.

Tilting her head towards him, she heard his breath catch as she took her first taste of him. Her hot, wet tongue licked from the dip at his collar bone, slowly but surely up the taut smooth line of his neck into his sharp stubble.

He was delicious: a little salty and sweetly addictive.

She licked him again.

Drawing back slightly, she was satisfied to see goose bumps following the line she had just taken. The pulse beating in his neck matched the merciless lust pounding through her own body. Her skin prickled with the need to be touched; her breasts full and heavy, wanting to be squeezed, sucked, licked.

Nothing else existed now.

Grabbing his hand, she pressed it to her breast, showing him what she wanted – what she craved.

Her eyes closed. She forgot to breath as the shock of his first hot touch went rushing through her body. He shaped and plumped her breast – his index finger and thumb circling and pulling her nipple.

She parted her lips.

He was breathing hard, but kept working her breast as he leant forward. Those dark eyes needy and burning. Diving into his thick, wavy hair, she pulled him the final few millimetres, sweeping her tongue into his mouth. She took advantage of his gasp to thrust into his mouth, over and over, a primal rhythm that rapidly consumed them both.

Every stroke of his tongue only increased the ache between her legs. She clenched her bottom and rolled her hips, desperate for some friction to relieve the hurt.

She knew what she wanted.

Breathing hard into his mouth she looked into his eyes as she took his hand and shoved it up her skirt, spreading her legs to give him room to please her.

“Touch me. Fuck me. Make me come!” She whispered fiercely against his lips, gripping the back of his neck.

Pupils dilated, he worked quickly, his long, thick fingers frantically tugged her g-string to the side and plunged into the hot, drenched centre of her body. She held onto his strong forearm, feeling the muscles flex as he fucked into her.

Her pussy was so swollen and tight. Every sweet drag in and out made her moan.

“Shit! Oh god…I want…” The words floated away as sensation took over.

“Tell me! Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

“I want to come, hard… I want you to watch me.” She panted.

“Yes. God, yes! I want to see you.” He whispered reverently.

He leant back slightly to adjust his angle so he could rub her swollen clit with his thumb while his fingers worked deep inside her.

Nothing had ever felt this good. Every muscle in her body tensed, straining for her orgasm.

“Yes!” She hissed. “I’m so close… right there… oh god, yes!”

Vaguely, she registered digging her nails into his neck.

Her head flew back, thudding against the wall, as her orgasm shot through her. His fingers never stopped; they kept fucking her until she closed her legs and twisted away, too sensitive to take any more.

Slowly, she opened her heavy eyes to see him watching her intently as he withdrew his fingers. She could hear the familiar beat of her favourite song as her surroundings came back into focus.

Raising his hand to taste her nectar, she licked and sucked his fingers clean.

“I’m going to take you home and fuck you, hard.”

“Thank god! Yes.” He moaned.

Tonight, he was hers.

 

As always, thanks for reading. If you fancy looking at some more Masturbation Monday offerings check out Kayla Lords site A Sexual Being.

Rebecca x