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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Sir and Babygirl: Family Ties (Book 3)

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.

Follow Kayla on Twitter or over at her website where there’s always something kinky to read.

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.

Rebecca x

Guest Post: No Mercy Part 2 by Exhibit A #masturbationmonday @EA_unadorned

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You asked for it, so he has delivered! Here’s part two from last week’s story by Exhibit A see part one here. It totally lives up to my expectations, I’m sure you’ll feel the same. I like these three – they’re good together. Keep some kind of cooling aid close by…

I worked Becky’s stiff nipple with my tongue, my shoulder pressed almost companionably against Sam’s. Between us, we had her pinned to the bed; our hands were on her biceps and stomach, and I felt her muscles tense as she tested the weight of our grip. Her movements were shaky and uncontrolled though, and when I swept my fingers down across her belly to brush over the soft curls above her cunt, she sighed and fell still again.

I flicked my eyes back to Sam’s body. His cock had remained fully erect ever since I’d entered the room, and I recalled the pride in Becky’s voice every time she talked about sucking it.

“It might be over eight inches, but I can still get all of him in my mouth. He said he’s never seen anything like it.”

Becky’s eyes were still squeezed shut as we caressed her skin, but her mouth opened and closed with each short, shallow breath. I reached up and took her jawbone between my thumb and forefinger. Her face was flushed already, and warm to the touch when I stroked her cheek with the back of my hand.

Sam leaned in closer, but I laid my fingertips against his chest and pushed him back onto his haunches.

“Becky,” I whispered. “Becky, look at me.”

She nuzzled my hand, but her eyes stayed shut. I forced her lips apart with my thumb, and pushed down on her bottom front teeth until her mouth opened wide.

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“Mm, that’s better,” I said. “But it’s about time you did some of the work. I want you to suck Sam’s cock for me. Take as much as you can. Show me just how much you love having his fat dick in your throat.”

Sam grunted his approval, as I leaned back and pulled Becky up onto her knees. Her body was limp in my arms, and she allowed me to turn her sideways until she faced him. I saw their eyes meet for the first time; there was trust and affection in the way he looked at her, and she practically glowed in response.

Becky reached a hand out – no longer tentative or shy – and cupped Sam’s heavy balls. I wrapped her dark hair tightly around my fist, ready to guide her movements, but something about the way she touched him made me pause. I opened my fingers again and let her hair fall down over her shoulders, then moved my fingers back along her spine until I reached her arse.

Sam’s cock twitched, as Becky continued to stare up at him.

“Fuck, man,” he said, his voice husky and thick. “I’ve missed this mouth so much. No-one sucks my cock quite like she does.”

“Oh, I can believe that. She practically drools every time she talks about it. Filthy little slut, our Becky – her cunt is soaking wet already.”

I dipped my fingers between Becky’s arse cheeks. She was a mess; a soft, slick, hot little puddle of need, and I struggled to keep my thumb on her clit as she ground back against me.

“Stop squirming and do as you’re told. Get your fucking mouth around his cock.”

I held my middle and ring fingers together, and slid them inside Becky’s cunt. She squeezed them like she’d squeezed my dick so many times over the previous few months, but her focus had returned to Sam, who thrust his hips expectantly towards her. With an audible intake of breath – like a swimmer preparing to dive underwater – she pressed her lips against the end of his cock, and slowly let them open around it.

Even with my fingers inside her, I felt suddenly like a voyeur, such was Becky’s sudden concentration on Sam’s pleasure. She had to stretch to fit him in her mouth, and she made no effort to hide the wet hiss of saliva each time the head dragged back and forward over her tongue. It seemed to arouse him even more, the sound of her sucking his cock, and I watched it get even thicker as he tossed his head back and let her work further and further down the shaft.

I dug my nails into Becky’s arse, and started to move my fingers deeper inside her, matching the rhythm of her mouth on Sam’s cock. Her hand twisted around his length as she sucked him, simultaneously holding him in place and coaxing him further into her throat. I was almost afraid to break the spell, but couldn’t resist letting her know what effect the whole scene was having on me.

“God, you look so fucking hot like that. You really were born to do this, weren’t you? I can feel how tight you are around my fingers right now. Don’t you dare come though. Not till you’ve tasted his.”

I spat on my other hand and pumped it over my own cock, as Becky swallowed even more of Sam’s. I suddenly understood how she deep-throated mine with such apparent ease; Sam’s was a good two inches longer, but finally her nose pressed against his pubic hair and she moaned in triumph, the sound muffled by the sheer volume of dick in her mouth. Gasping for breath, she let it slide all the way out again, and I felt pre-cum smudge the ball of my thumb as I saw how wet his long shaft was with her spit.

Becky looked back over her shoulder for the first time. Her eyes widened at the sight of me stroking my cock. I took my fingers out of her cunt, and gently rolled them in circles over her clit.

“Did I tell you to stop sucking him? Look, now he’s having to get himself off – and that’s meant to be your job.”

Becky turned back to Sam, who had replaced her mouth with his hand. Sweat glistened on his chest, and the veins that criss-crossed his cock were thick and swollen with blood. I realised he was seconds away from orgasm; Becky clearly saw it too, because she batted his arm away and fell on him with renewed vigour. The mattress shifted beneath us, but an earthquake could have struck the hotel and still Becky would have sucked him, such was her determination to finish the job.

I looked up at Sam’s face. His jaw was clenched, but his eyes were wide open, and he stared back at me. Neither of us could keep our gaze off Becky for long though; the sexual energy that radiated from her body was like nothing I’d ever seen. With a final shudder, Sam pushed his cock inside her mouth, and I knew without question that the first shot of cum had just hit the back of Becky’s throat.

“Oh…fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said. “Oh, you fucking beautiful little bitch.”

He tried to pull away, but Becky wouldn’t let him. Only when I put my hand on her shoulder did she release his cock, just in time for the last few drops to spill out over her lips. I struggled not to laugh with joy at what had just happened.

“That was incredible. You were incredible. Jesus.”

Becky rolled onto her side and smiled weakly up at me. My hand was still clamped between her legs; I knew it wouldn’t take much to bring her to the same shaking, breathless orgasm that she’d just given Sam, but something told me there was no need to rush things. Keeping her on the edge for a while longer might be to everyone’s benefit, after all.

I straddled Becky’s motionless body, as Sam crawled round behind me. Her eyes followed my cock, which bobbed closer and closer to her face. I nodded at Sam, who licked his index finger and found her clit. He slowly rubbed it, as I reached round and lifted Becky’s head up towards my crotch.

“You were incredible…but don’t think for a moment that you’re done yet.”

Exhibit A May 2015


As always, thanks for reading. This is the last post for Masturbation Month – but we won’t be stopping, don’t you worry. Take a look at Kayla’s site for more Masturbation Monday posts.

A big thank you to Exhibit A for the last two weeks’ posts. Check out his site for more great erotica and other sex blogging goodness. I can’t help thinking there could be a really yummy part 3 to this story… if he decides to ever write that, I’ll let you know.

It’ll be me again next week – I’ve already got a few ideas… I’ve had a request for a M/F/F menage. Not done one of those yet, so I’m tempted.

Rebecca x

No Mercy – guest post by Exhibit A @EA_unadorned #masturbationmonday

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Ok, I’ve got a special treat for you this week. A guest post from Exhibit A who is one of my favourite blogger / writers. It’s part one of two – he’s been a bit of a tease here, but I reckon we can take it! So come back next Monday and have a look at part two. Enjoy!

No Mercy

For the third time in under 10 minutes, I checked the programme and glanced down at my watch. Four speakers still to come. Another four hours of industry analysis, laboured anecdotes, and thinly disguised self-promotion.

“Kill me now,” I mouthed at Scott, who merely rolled his eyes in response. His notebook was filling up with page after page of his neat cursive; my colleagues’ ability to drink in and digest bullshit had never ceased to amaze me, and Scott certainly had no intention of breaking that streak.

My work phone buzzed on the desk in front of me, and I grabbed it like a drowning man clutching at a tossed rope. Oh please, please let there be some sort of emergency back at the office. Angry client, IT failure, building fire – by that point, I’d have taken any of them. Maybe even all three. I thumbed over the keypad and a message flashed up. It was Becky.

“He flew in last night. Be outside my door in 10 minutes. Can’t believe it – so excited.”

I squinted at my phone and reread her text. Sam was officially the one who got away – the man Becky still squirmed at the mere mention of, even 18 months after he’d packed his bags and flown halfway around the world to start a new life. I probably should have resented the hold he had over her, but jealousy had never really been a part of our arrangement. We were two like-minded souls in a company staffed almost exclusively by the dull and the moronic; it was an office fling whose genesis lay in necessity and circumstance, rather than any sort of romantic urge. If whispered fantasies about a threesome with her ex made her come even harder around my cock, that was just fine by me.

I scrambled out from the back row of the conference hall, mumbling apologies to the delegates who had to half-stand to let me past. My hand shook as I leaned against the door and remembered the last conversation we’d had about Sam.

“I want the two of you together,” she’d said. “I just adore that idea. I want to be completely at your mercy.”

I tapped out a quick response to her message on my phone. “Be up in five minutes. This had better not be a joke!”

Her reply was almost instantaneous. “Five minutes? You’re missing out. We’ve already started…”

The hotel lobby was empty as I floated across it, my mind already on the 15th floor. I followed a porter into the lift and swore under my breath as I saw him punch 7 on the dashboard – even one extra stop felt like it would add an eternity to the ascent. He threw an apologetic look my way as he wheeled the luggage cart out of the lift, as if he could sense my annoyance, but I was already jamming my thumb against the button to close the doors, thinking about all the scenarios we’d discussed, and wondering which of them was already under way above me.

The lift doors opened on the 15th floor and I reached into my pocket for Becky’s spare key card. Both of us enjoyed sneaking around behind our colleagues’ backs, even though in reality few would have cared had they known. Gossip didn’t really exist in our office, not least because it would have required imagination and curiosity about something other than the company’s profits. Even when a carpenter had to be called out one morning to fix the Managing Director’s desk, no-one seemed to suspect that its overnight collapse might have been triggered by the weight of our bodies as I bent Becky over and fucked her till we heard the first crack.

Thick carpet muffled my footsteps as I trotted down the corridor. Sunlight streamed in through the windows on my left, and I basked in its warmth; in the thrill of what I was about to do, and the prospect of a different, darker heat. I counted off the rooms on the right – 19, 20, 21, 22… – and as I got closer to number 28, I felt the blood start to pound in my ears.

A ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign hung on the door handle, even though the maid had long since finished her rounds: Becky was nothing if not thorough. I pressed my fingertips against the heavy wood in front of me and slowed my breathing, listening for the sound of hers – or his. Only the whirr of the air con broke the silence, its steady hum a counterpoint to the thumping in my chest.

I slid the key card into the lock and pushed down on the handle. The door made no sound as it swung open, but I did. My gasp was involuntary, a sharp intake of breath that was released as something between a sigh and a moan when I took in what I saw in front of me.

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Becky lay on her back on the bed. She wore only the bracelet I’d bought for her birthday, and her spine was arched in pleasure as her fingers moved frantically over her cunt. Kneeling next to her was one of the most attractive men I’d ever seen. His hair was dark, and fell down almost as far as his muscled shoulders. He’d broken his nose at some point, but that merely lent his face an even fiercer aspect, as he stared down at Becky’s naked body.

His tanned arse flexed rhythmically; I watched the skin tighten and relax, setting off a chain reaction that flowed through his hips and pushed his hard cock forward, through his curled fist. Even from the doorway, I could see that one hand was barely enough to cover half his length, and I thought about the way Becky’s eyes always shone when she described it.

“It’s the best fucking cock I’ve ever seen. Seriously, his dick is huge and it’s always hard – I get wet just thinking about it.”

I tried not to stare as Sam turned and registered my presence.

“Hey man, I hope you don’t mind but we got going without you. Look at how much of a mess she is already. Come over here and get stuck in.”

I shrugged off my jacket and unbuttoned my shirt as I walked over to the bed. Becky lifted her head and our eyes met. I held her gaze, my face fixed in a deliberately impassive mask. She reached out a hand, but I stayed just out of reach, forcing myself to focus on my cuff links. I unhooked first one, then the other, and laid them on the bedside table. I stepped out of my shoes and Sam flashed me a lopsided smile.

“Ok, you do know how to make an entrance. Becky’s going to start humping the bed if you don’t hurry up with those.”

My belt buckle clinked as I opened it. My own cock strained against my boxers, and when I let my suit trousers fall to the floor Becky made a second attempt to grab me, her fingers clawing at the air as I stepped to one side. She tried to pull her arm back, but I held on to her wrist with one hand. I glanced at Sam, who gave a brief nod.

“I think I speak for both of us when I say that’s the last thing you do without our permission. You wanted to be at our mercy? Well maybe you should be careful what you wish for…”

I turned Becky’s arm over and pressed my thumb against her palm. With my other hand, I pulled at my boxers, lifting them over my erection till they slid down to join the suit trousers at my feet. Fully naked, I climbed up onto the bed, opposite Sam. Becky’s eyes closed in surrender, as we each took one of her nipples in our mouths…

To be continued.

Exhibit A – May 2015


Don’t know about you but I can’t wait for part two next week. For more of this week’s Masturbation Monday posts check out Kayla Lords’ site A Sexual Being – that’s where it all started – she’s the boss!

Thanks for reading (sorry it’s late – Bank Holiday / internet problems).

Rebecca x

Pay Back Is Sweet – I.O.U #2

Hello! You can read this as a stand alone, but it’s part #2 of something I wrote last week. It’s here if you want to read it first.

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I walk down the hall towards his office, a small smile playing around my lips as I glance at the piece of paper in my hand.

He’s not expecting me and he’ll probably be very busy, but he’ll make time for me. He won’t have any choice.

I am already feeling the evidence of my arousal between my legs, rubbing against my bra. I lift my hand and roll my hard, tight nipple between my fingers. Sparks fly, darting down the front of my body to my already wet, swollen clit. Mmm, delicious.

I come to a stop in front of his office door, wiggling my ass, enjoying the sensations between my legs.

God, I’m so ready for this.

He left me a horny mess this morning and I didn’t have the time to see to myself. I managed to wait until lunch break, that’s the best I could do. Now it’s time for him to make amends.

I open the door and walk in to see him on the phone. I kick it shut and turn the lock. He raises his eyebrows at me in question, but I don’t speak, I only walk towards his big desk and drop the piece of paper in front of him.

I’M CALLING IN MY MARKER.

I see him read it as I start to unbutton my blouse. He coughs and apologises to whoever is on the other end of the line. I can’t resist an evil grin when he looks at me and I see the dawning realisation on his gorgeous face.

I shrug out of the blouse, hanging it carefully over the back of the chair on my side of the desk. His burning eyes follow my finger as it traces the edges of the black lace covering my breasts, I dip into my cleavage then run that finger up the centre of my chest to my mouth where I suck it between my red lips. In and slowly out, dragging over my soft wet tongue.

I moan. I can’t help it.

He valiantly continues his conversation as I shimmy and step out of my skirt, but I can see his heart isn’t in it. Bless him, he seems to be stuttering and stammering quite a lot.

Walking around the desk, I stop beside his chair, I feel the laughter bubbling in my chest but bite my lip to hold it in as he turns his chair towards me giving me my first view of what I came for. His well cut trousers are bulging and straining at the zip; I’m going to undo them soon and take him out. But not quite yet – there is still time for a little more teasing first.

I take the finger that is still glistening from my mouth and trail it down my body. His eyes are glued to its movements. I circle my tummy button then continue down until it slips beneath the black lace of my knickers. I feel my silken curls and can’t resist stroking them around my finger before it moves down to the damp, warmth below.

Oh god, that feels good.

My eyes close for a moment as I rub and stroke my clit. I think he is trying to wind up the phone call, but to be honest I’m not really listening anymore.

I move lower, coating my finger in my wet, slippery arousal. Carefully, I pull it free of my knickers and open my eyes to watch as I sweep it across his open lips. Now it is his turn to close his eyes as his tongue darts out to have a taste. I watch his enjoyment and feel another piece of my control slip. I push my finger into his mouth, it tightens on me as I push it in and out. Oh yeah – I am so loving that – dirty boy.

I withdraw my finger and quickly take my knickers off. I bend a little so I can reach his trousers, unbuckling his belt quickly, undoing the button and yanking the zipper down.

I gesture for him to lift so I can tug his trousers and boxers down over his tight ass. He scrambles to comply and suddenly there he is, thick, hard and long and all mine. His cock is so hard it’s tight against his stomach, but that actually works for me.

As I straddle him I gasp when my pussy first makes contact with him. My arms go over his shoulders so I can grab hold of the chair. I am breathing hard already. God only knows what the person on the other end of the phone can hear, but I’m past caring.

My clit is pressed against his hard cock and there’s only one thing on my mind now. I can’t keep still, I rub and roll against him; use my legs to push up and down, my hips to undulate against him. I’m non-stop motion.

The phone crashes down onto the desk, his hands go to my hips, holding me, moving me as we look at each other.

“I really hope he didn’t realise what was happening, otherwise the company might have just lost a major client.” He pants, cheeks flushed.

“Couldn’t wait…been thinking about it since this morning…oh god, yeah, right there. Oh fucking hell!” My head falls back as my hips seem to gain a life of their own. His cock is slippery now, the ridges around the head keep grinding against my clit and I can’t stop. I need to come all over him.

“You are so wet for me. That’s it, use my cock. Want to see you come for me.”

“Oh yeah, now, I’m coming now. Oh it feels so good.” One arm hooks around his neck as I pull him towards me, his mouth sucking, kissing, licking my neck; hitting my sweet spot just right.

I am frantic now, my hips moving of their own volition as the sensations in my clit explode and my whole body tenses and shudders its way through an orgasm that’s been brewing for the past five hours.

It goes on and on until I feel his body jerk below me and a hissed “Yes!” hits against my skin and the hot, wet warmth between my legs makes me realise that he has reached the end too.

When I finally come around, my head is resting on his shoulder. Our breathing is starting to even out and he rolls his head my way, kissing my cheek.

“Payment never felt so good, babe.”


As always, thanks for reading. I hope you get a chance to check out the other Masturbation Monday posts over at Kayla’s site A Sexual Being.

Rebecca x

 

I.O.U #masturbationmonday

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He woke me this morning.

Normally I sleep through him getting up for work, but this morning he needed me. So he woke me.

I opened my blurry eyes to see him stood by the closed door, naked, his cock already becoming hard. He moved towards me, quickly climbing onto the bed and slipping under the covers. I laughed quietly, sensing his urgency, loving him for it.

“What’s going on, baby?”

“I need a cuddle…”

“A cuddle?” I laughed again.

“Yeah, a cuddle.” He replied as he turned my body and lifted my leg over his hip as my arm went around him. “God you’re so warm, feel so good.” He held me tight against him.

I rode his thigh for a moment while I kissed and licked the long line of his neck. Sleep still cloaked my mind and body, but I felt an ache begin between my legs. I moaned as his fingers found it, softly running over my sensitive flesh. I rolled onto my back and opened my legs for him as he dipped his finger into me, gently testing my readiness.

“Yes.” I whispered thrusting my hips towards him, even as I knew there wasn’t really time for me. Not this morning. He likes being inside me though, makes him hot so I let him play with me.

I looked down his body and took his hard cock into my hand. Gripping him firmly I worked him fast and hard. His head went back after the first stroke, his eyes closed by the third, his jaw clenched by the fifth.

“Yes.” He hissed through gritted teeth, still using his fingers on me. “Wanna come all over you.”

“Yes, do it!” My hand pumped him, over and over. I knew it would be quick. His body was tense, I watched his face, he was lost to it, striving and straining for it. So fucking hot, only mine to see like this.

“Fuck, yeah! That’s it… oh yeah!” He whispered.

I looked down my body, watched my breasts move with every thrust of his fingers, loving the feeling of him inside me that way.

“Watch.” I said.

My hand sped up, concentrating on the head of his cock, just like he preferred it. I angled my body towards him, he moved his hips forward so his cock was over my stomach.

“Yes!” We watched as ribbons of come shot out onto my skin. My hand slowed down with each shudder and jerk until I finally stopped and we were left looking at his marks on my stomach, listening to his gasping breaths.

He gently withdrew his fingers from me saying, “God, I needed that.”

“Mmm I noticed.” I said against his lips as he kissed me.

“I’ll make it up to you, baby.” He said as he jumped out of bed, seemingly energised by our little interlude.

My body was aching and restless, but I knew I’d get what I needed later.

I smiled. I liked knowing he owed me.


As always, thanks for reading. May is national masturbation month (I think that should be international seen as I’m in the UK), anyway, we’re amping up the #masturbationmonday posts, so keep a look out for more hot stories. Go check out what Kayla’s got going on at A Sexual Being.

 

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.



 

As always, thanks for reading. Check out the other Masturbation Monday posts on Kayla Lords’ site A Sexual Being.

An Intimate Education #EWBD Charity Anthology

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It’s been a while since I mentioned this anthology that I edited with Emily Dubberley for Erotic World Book Day.

ALL PROCEEDS GO TO BROOK – THE SEXUAL HEALTH CHARITY.

It’s packed full of 22 amazing pieces of diverse erotica – I reckon there’s something in there for everyone. All the stories were kindly donated by incredibly talented authors and I’ve got to say that editing it was a real *cough* pleasure. Honestly, I was a tingly mess most nights while I worked on it.

Here’s a little excerpt from my femdom story – A Lesson In Surrender

“Take off your coat and your t-shirt. I want to see you.”

He placed his clothes over the back of a chair by the door. The house was warm, but goose bumps still scattered on his skin. He stood before her, shoulders back, arms by his side. Her eyes showed her approval as they roamed over his lightly muscled chest and tight stomach.

“Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”

He turned, closing his eyes as he placed his hot hands on the cold surface. The tension across his back was almost unbearable; he needed her touch, but he knew he would have to wait.

He heard her heels click on the solid wood floor as she walked towards him.

“I’m going to teach you how to give in.” She whispered in his ear. Her warm breath caressing his neck.

Here’s a list of the authors in the anthology:

Anna Sansom

Lucy Felthouse

Charlotte Howard

Rebecca Black

Kay Jaybee

Madeline Moore

Cara Sutra

Helen J Perry & Adria Kane

Tabitha Rayne

A.M. Hartnett

Oleander Plume

Kayla Lords

Vanessa de Sade

James Gent

Anna Sky

Lily Harlem

Victoria Blisse

Rhyll Biest

Neil Davis

Lexie Bay

Paris Orsini

Emily Dubberley

That’s an amazing list, right? So many successful authors who all made time to write a piece for this anthology. All that talent makes the pages sizzle!

Please support a great charity by buying a copy. Enjoy! Rx

An Intimate Education – Amazon UK, Amazon US, Amazon AUS, Amazon CAN

Taking A Tumblr

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Ever since I was inspired by that awesome gif on Kayla Lords site to write my first Masturbation Monday piece, I’ve been looking for images to accompany the erotic shorts that I write for that meme.

I started off looking on Twitter, after all there’s a ton of profiles that just post filthy pictures. Selena Kitt’s is always good for some dirty picture action (she broke my Tumblr cherry), but it takes time trawling through and I got a bit annoyed by that, so now I just follow her on tumblr – much easier.

I discovered Tumblr a few months ago. Oh my god, it’s nothing short of manna from heaven for a voyeur like me. I knew about it way before I joined, but I had enough on my plate without joining another social media site, so I put it off. I regret those wasted weeks, I really do.

So now I’d like to stand up and say: “My name is Rebecca Black and I bloody love Tumblr.”

It’s awesome. I scroll through my dashboard until I find an image that catches my attention and an erotic scene plays out in my head and I write it down. Every single Masturbation Monday piece that I’ve written has originated like this – it’s never ending sex-fuelled-dirty-sexual-eye-candy inspiration. Genius.

I can’t take any credit for the images I post with my erotic shorts, except to say that I chose them out of the pool of blogs on there. But people have started to ask me about them (F. Leonora Solomon and Emily Dubberley to be exact!) Up to now I haven’t promoted my Tumblr blog (mainly because it’s just dirty-sexy pictures and filthy gifs) but if you’re into that, have a look if you want. You can find me at rebeccablackwords.tumblr.com – go be inspired!

Thanks for reading,

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