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

Waiting – #masturbationmonday

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I am waiting.

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

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

I can only wait… and wonder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you ready?”

I nod, my mouth suddenly dry.

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

 

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

Rebecca x

 

 

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

 

Private Festivities

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Private Festivities

I stand still. Blindfolded. Waiting.

The two glasses of wine that I drank with my colleagues half an hour ago flow through my body.

I feel reckless and free.

Losing my sight has heightened my other senses.

I listen to the laughter and music coming from the staff Christmas party down the hall; the distant sounds of clinking glasses and the pop of a cork makes me feel detached from the revelry. The people that I work with are out there getting drunk, stealing kisses, singing the same old Christmas songs and they have no idea what’s happening here, to me.

They don’t know, they never have.

A shiver of anticipation. Soon.

I know he is still here. Close by. I can hear his breathing and I know he is watching me. Thinking about how he wants to touch me. What will bring me the most pleasure.

I lick my lips and squeeze my thighs together. I am damp down there and I feel the moisture as I shift position slightly. I feel edgy now and impatient, but I know that my patience will be rewarded.

So I remain still and I wait.

“Take your panties off.”

The words are a whisper by my ear. His hot breath a brand on my skin. I bend over and reach for the hem of my tight, black pencil skirt. As gracefully as I can I pull it up until it is scrunched around my waist. I hook my fingers into the sides of my g-string and work it down over my curvy hips and pale thighs; feeling wanton and bold.

The sound of a particularly loud burst of laughter rolls down the corridor into his office. A small smile curls my full, red lips.

I’m glad they’re having fun, but my version of the office Christmas party is so much better. Bending again I get them to my ankles where I kick them off one black high heeled foot at a time.

I stand up straight again. I know what he can see now. The only light in the room comes from a small lamp and the Christmas tree. They show my skirt up around my waist. Black stockings and suspenders framing my smooth pussy.

Can he see how wet I am?

I can hardly stand the suspense as I wait for that first touch. I hear my breathing, it is heavier now. Not quite panting yet, but that will come. It always does.

His fingers dextrously unbutton my silk blouse and ease it off my shoulders. He doesn’t touch me, not yet. I hear it fall to the floor in a whisp of sound. My bra goes the same way. He unclips my long, thick hair. It falls in a sensual array down my back and over my plump breasts.

“Take my hand. I’m going to walk you to the couch.”

I follow his instruction, loving the feel of his large, warm hand in mine.

He settles me on the couch, helping me to lie down on my back. My breath hitches in my throat now, longing and anticipation thumping an erratic beat in my chest.

He is stood beside the couch. I can feel the material from his suit trousers rub against my bare arm.

“Spread your legs for me. Nice and wide. That’s it.”

He moves to sit on the couch between my legs. I feel him twist his upper body to face me. I know he is looking at me, at the most intimate part of me. I am spread wide open just for him.

“Fuck! You are so wet.”

His voice is rough this time.

I let out a shaky breath; so close now.

I push my legs wider, wanting him to see me, wanting him to know how much I want it; want him. My pussy pulses and aches. I am so close to coming already. My hips rise and fall in slow, small thrusts.

I can’t keep still. I need it.

“You have the prettiest pussy, baby. So pink and soft. So damn shiny and wet.”

His hands finally land on the inside of my upper thighs framing my pussy. His long fingers spread out to open me further to his burning gaze.

My hand joins his. I imagine my red nails standing out against my luminous skin. I hold my pussy open for him. One of his fingers slowly strokes down the length of my slit then draws away but my hips reach up for it. His finger returns, wet from his mouth. Almost delicately, he rubs up, down and around my clit. I moan long and low. I am burning up, but before I can burst into flames he takes his finger away.

My clit is screaming to be touched now. I cannot control my rapid breathing. My body twists a little, my shoulders lifting off the couch. A small whimper escapes me.

“You want it, baby? You want to come for me?”

His deep voice sweeps over my body, goose bumps forming on my bare skin.

“Yes! God, yes!” I gasp.

I can hear his breathing increase in speed and volume. His hands grip my inner thighs firmly, massaging and kneading my tense muscles and soft skin. His thumbs pull my ass cheeks apart so he can see every part of me. I look forward to seeing the bruises tomorrow. A visible reminder of my pleasure.

My hips jerk up as his fingers suddenly thrust inside me. His other hand holds my leg down. I am swollen so he has to work them in.

How many are there? Two maybe three.

My honey eases the way until I can feel the knuckles of his hand against me. I cry out arching my back. I can’t get my legs wide enough.

I am greedy now, frantic, reaching for it, wanting him to finish this. Each thrust sends me closer to the edge. He is fucking me hard now, going deep. I can hear the moist sounds of my body and the soft sound of his clothes rustling as he moves.

It feels so good. Part of me wants to stay this way for ever; on this precipice waiting to fall into this dark bliss.

My breasts move each time he fucks into me.

He has a hard, fast rhythm that is taking my breath away. Sparks of pleasure are radiating from my core but it’s not enough.

Just as I begin to squirm in frustration his hand moves from my leg. His fingers begin to rub and stroke my clit. Soft circles and harder flicks until I am ready to break. My desperate sounds tell him how close I am.

“Right there. Please don’t stop. I…. need…. it…. just…..there.”

“Give it to me, baby. Right now. I want you to come all over my hand.”

Suddenly it’s there. I grab it and hold on for dear life. My orgasm radiates from my pussy throughout my body. My stomach muscles clench lifting my head and shoulders off the couch.

“Ahhhhh!” I yell my pleasure into the quiet room.

Without warning his fingers disappear from inside me.

He slaps my pussy twice, three times in quick succession.

Then pushes his fingers back in, fucking me furiously, extending my orgasm, until the burning pain and pleasure coalesce into one blinding white light.

“That’s it. Come hard, baby.”

My head arches back into the couch; my mouth is open in a silent scream. Every muscle is locked, every tendon taught as I try to survive this.

Too much pleasure.

Finally gasping for breath, my body collapses back onto the couch as his fingers become still inside me. I can’t move so much as a finger. I whimper as he gently pulls out of my pussy.

He leans down and places a soft kiss on my throbbing flesh, then reaches up to take off my blindfold.

I blink rapidly to regain focus. I want to see him now.

I look into his beautiful blue eyes. I can see the heat there, the need.

“Kiss me.” I whisper.

He places his hands on either side of my head and leans down to touch his mouth to mine. He is gentle for a moment but it isn’t long before he is taking my mouth like he took my pussy.

Hard, demanding and possessive.

I can’t get enough of it – of him. His hand pushes into my hair and wraps it around his fist until he has a firm hold of me. My head bends back slightly as he stares into my eyes.

“I need my cock in your mouth. Jesus!” He takes a deep steadying breath.“On your knees. Now.”

His voice is low and deep. His intent clear.

A thrill of excitement courses through my body as the muffled sounds of the party reach me. What would they think if they knew what I’m about to do?

My mouth starts to water just thinking about what he wants me to do. My perfect Christmas gift.

Oh god, I want it.

He stands and pulls me to my feet by my hair. The stinging pain shoots straight to my clit. I cannot look away. I am trapped by the urgency of his stare.

He kisses me one finally time before he pushes me to my knees…

By Rebecca Black