Fireworks #masturbationmonday

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Rebecca x

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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.


Thanks for reading!

Head on over to Kayla’s place for loads more Masturbation Monday goodness. I’m also posting this for the #AwesomeChristmasErotica meme that Exhibit A is running through December. Have a look at the other posts and get in the mood for Christmas 😉

Rebecca x

His Fantasy – #masturbationmonday

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want to watch you spank another woman.”

Mmm, naughty and new – I like it.

Your hand has sped up.

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

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

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

I begin.

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

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

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

“Do it.” A whisper of sound.

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

Smack! Smack! Smack!

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

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

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

“No mercy now.

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

Your dark eyes meet mine: a nod.

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

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

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

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

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

Rebecca x

5* Review: ‘Angel of Everything’ by Catherine D’Avis

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Sometimes a central character really lingers in the mind. Emma is an eighteen year old French girl who is bored with her small town life. She sends a prayer to the Angel of Happenings and gets more than she bargained for. In one respect it’s a tale of sexual awakening, but it isn’t sentimental. The sex scenes are sensual and erotic without being overtly explicit and definitely turned me on.

It is quite suspenseful throughout. I found myself on edge and worried for her, wanting to warn her to stay away from a situation that she clearly didn’t understand. Emma is a lovely mix of maturity and insightfulness, innocence and naivete, but she doesn’t fully understand the dynamics of the relationship she has become a part of.

‘The Angel of Everything’ is a fast paced and easy read (I couldn’t put it down, finishing it in a few hours). There is some beautiful prose here and moments where I fell in love with Emma:

“As she ran, she experienced a rising sensation, as though her feet were no longer touching the ground.”

“She laughed also, sinking backwards into the dank undergrowth and staring up-wards at the patches of blue sky.”

This is a lovely and unusual book with an engaging central character. I loved the dreamlike quality of this story and will definitely look out for future books by Catherine D’Avis.