Drawn To You – #masturbationmonday

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I see you.

You walk in the door like you own the place. Once you catch my eye I can’t seem to look away.

I take a small sip of my coffee, playing with the teaspoon, and it clatters against the wooden table top startling me. I drop my eyes. They rest on the sparkling bracelet on my wrist; its cold brilliance startlingly garish in that moment.

You sit down opposite me, by the cafe window. Three tables separate us but I can feel you – feel your confidence radiating towards me. I want to absorb it and know what it’s like to be so sure, just for one fleeting moment.

At first your face feels obscured by its full beard. Then I look closer and I see how it frames your full, sensuous lips. It is neatly shaped, leaving your cheekbones clear revealing smooth, tanned skin. The beard is the same colour as your thick brown hair, which is shorter at the sides. The longer top swept back from your stunning face.

My fingers tingle, it looks so soft, would feel so good.

My body feels hotter now, my skin sensitive as I run my fingers under the collar of my silk blouse. I know my nipples have hardened. They want to know what that beard would feel like brushing against them; those soft lips sucking and nibbling at them. My clothes feel confining against my needy body.

Your brown leather jacket is old and worn but it looks beautifully soft and supple, moulding to your wide shoulders. You shrug out of it and I catch my breath. Your white t-shirt reveals the tattoos on your arms. They run from your wrist right up your arm and under the t-shirt. I see the colours, greens, red and yellows; the black outlines of shapes. But I can’t make out what they are, I’m too far away.

I want to get closer. I want to run my fingers over the patterns and shapes. I want to feel your heat, the strength underneath that colourful skin.

I want to lick your tattoos.

Oh god, I want that so badly.

I want to trace every line, every curve and mark with my tongue.

You raise the cup to your lips and swallow. Your bicep flexes and I ache between my legs. It is sweet, sweet torment. I shift in my chair, craving some friction. My eyes follow your colourful arm as it slowly lowers the cup back down to the table.

I am drawn to your face again, your lips and the thought of how they would feel on mine; but I realise too late that you have gone very still.

You have caught me.

I meet your intent stare and immediately feel heat invade my cheeks.

Your piercing eyes roam over my face, missing nothing but releasing me from their uncomfortable hold. They slowly move down my body, brushing over my breasts and the evidence of my arousal. They rest on my wrist, you take in my clothes, my up swept hair, the diamond studs in my ears.

I can’t breath. My breasts feel heavy, achy and ready. So ready to be touched.

I wait for the scorn on your face.

I can’t look. My eyes drop to the floor. I breath through my anxiety, remembering those little steps that I need to take to get myself under control again. I need to leave, but first I must regain my equilibrium.

I am staring so hard at a mark on the floor it doesn’t immediately register that a pair of black boots have come to a stop by my chair.

My hands grip the edge of the table, my knuckles white and distressed. I slowly raise my eyes from the boots, up the long, dark blue, jean clad legs, to the white t-shirt tight across your chest; your beautiful arms lead me up to that sexy bearded face and the glittering dark brown eyes staring down at me.

I feel trapped in your gaze. You lean forward, slowly, putting your arms on either side of me. Your forearm brushes against my breast as you move to place it next to me. You have branded me, heat and an almost painful pleasure suffuse my breast.

I wait, breathless.

Your head moves towards me until your mouth rests by my ear.

“Let me show you…”


Bit of a tease this one, isn’t it?! As ever, thanks for reading. Check out more contributions for Masturbation Monday at Kayla Lords’ site A Sexual Being. Happy Monday, Rx

 

 

Review and Excerpt: Madame Gretchen by Kayla Lords

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I’m really happy to be helping Kayla launch this fantastic book. If you love your BDSM, you’re going to want to read this. I enjoyed it very much. So here you go…

Blurb:

Six kinksters want to join the most exclusive BDSM club in the area, The Iron Maiden.

The first requirement? Survive Madame Gretchen. Join them as they navigate six weeks of kinkiness led by a sadistic, crop-wielding Domme who loves forced orgasms and demands total surrender.

Their limits will be stretched and their desires uncovered.

My Review: 

I really loved this book. It’s a great premise – a six week course covering everything a beginner needs to know before they’re allowed to step into the Iron Maiden sex club.

Kayla writes from each characters point of view which I really enjoyed. So not only do we get Madame Gretchen’s insight into her students but we also get to know their hopes and fears and a little of their back story. They’re all there for different reasons but ultimately they all want to explore BDSM in a safe, sane, consensual way.

I particularly loved Ivory, she’s an older woman, confident and sexy. I loved the reactions the other students had to her. A little bird has told me she might be getting her own story – so I’ll look forward to that.

There are interesting male characters too, all exploring their different needs and desires. Madame Gretchen teaches them a thing or two – I’ve got to say I loved that. Got my inner domme clapping with glee!

The bit that really got me going though was Belle’s moment (I’m not going to spoil it – read it, you’ll know what I’m talking about.) It gave me the tingles and you all know by now, how much I love the tingles!!

There are some really hot bits in this book, as you’d expect. Ropes, spanking, edging, students getting off and loving their lessons!!! Where do I sign up?!

I loved these characters and their stories, and that’s thanks to some damn good writing. This is the best story that I’ve read by this author so far. Highly recommended.

Here’s an excerpt:

As she entered the classroom, Ivory looked around and smiled wide. Everywhere she looked there was rope. Blue rope. Purple rope. Miles and miles of rope.

“I see you approve, Ivory.” Ivory’s head whipped around to find Madame Gretchen wearing a rope harness over a black tee-shirt.

“Ya know, that’s probably the most normal thing I’ve seen you wear, Ma’am.” The Domme looked down at the rope on her chest. Ivory giggled. “The shirt, Ma’am. Although the rope looks sorta natural, too, though.”

“A girl has to practice on someone, right?” With a wink, Madame Gretchen turned her attention from Ivory to Randy Boy as he entered, leaving the large woman alone with her thoughts.

Ernie loved rope. He’d tied Ivory into all kinds of positions through their long marriage. Her favorite was being tied down to the bed while her Daddy Bear had his way with his Ivory Baby.

Ivory shivered in delight at the memory, wishing she could have such an experience at least one more time. The slight burn on her wrists and ankles as she struggled against her restraints. The feeling of helplessness as he bent over her body, touching and biting where he wanted, when he wanted.

She was a “rope bunny” – at least she thought that’s what it was called. As she’d spent more time online, she’d learned about all kinds of other things people could do with rope. Suspension was at the top of her list.

Well, being photographed in the nude while suspended was at the very top of her list. Ivory smiled to herself, her face growing hot at her own audacity. Me, a grandmother of two babies, gettin’ naked in front of a photographer. No one would believe it!

“Good evening, everyone.” Madame Gretchen’s sultry voice broke through Ivory’s thoughts. “It was bound to happen. We lost someone this week – two someone’s. Our switch friends Mami and Pup – or Missy and Big Daddy, if you prefer – will not be joining us again. They’ve had a health issue come up and will take another round of sessions when they can. If they think I’ll be easier on them or I use the same techniques each time and can prepare for them, that’ll be the surprise for them.” The Domme chuckled softly to herself. Ivory could only imagine the sadistic plans she had for the couple when they came back through the course. She made a mental note to text Missy to find out what the heck happened.

“Clearly, you see all the rope laid out on the tables.” The Domme made a sweeping gesture across the room. “No one here, other than myself, is qualified to restrain anyone, but I will teach you a couple of basic ties, and everyone will have the chance to be restrained by me and tortured, I mean teased, by your fellow kinksters for a few minutes. Let’s begin.”

Madame Gretchen took them through a basic daisy chain tie to keep the rope organized. Ivory felt her mind slip away in the monotony of the motions. Loop. Pull through. Tighten. Loop. Pull through. Tighten. She could feel her body respond to the memories of days gone by – the tightening around her wrists, the feelings of nervousness followed quickly by excitement. Freedom of movement is a luxury people take for granted. Restraint feels so dangerous and dirty. Ivory closed her eyes as muscle memory took over her hands.

“I see you have a bit of experience.” Ivory’s eyes flew open at the Domme’s husky voice. “I think there’s more to you than meets the eye, Ivory.”

She looked down at her rope, unsure how to respond. There had always been Ernie in her mind and body. No one else had ever made her want them before, until this small Domme. She’s safe. I could never love her the way I love my Ernie. At the realization, Ivory felt her natural confidence and exuberance return. With a twinkle in her eye, she smiled wide.

“Ma’am, I have no doubt you and many others would be surprised at what I keep to myself.” With a wink at Madame Gretchen, she returned to her daisy chain, determined not to drift off again.

The Domme chuckled, as if she had no doubts of the surprises Ivory contained, and turned to Randy Boy as he struggled to untangle himself from the rope.

Ivory found herself paired with the slight man moments later as Madame Gretchen walked everyone through simple wrist restraints using a slip knot.

“Randy, honey, what are you doin’?” Ivory couldn’t keep the amusement from her voice. The poor man was tangled again. “Here, let me show ya.”

Ivory took the rope from his hands and wrapped it around his pale wrist. She liked the contrast between them. Her dark skin, his pale skin. His lanky frame, her round one. She was sure she’d hurt him if she rode him like a stallion, but that didn’t stop the image from popping into her head. As she slipped the length of rope through the loop she made, she watched his face. The moment she tightened the rope, his entire body tensed and then immediately relaxed as he gave himself over to the sensation of being moderately restrained. She pulled against the rope, forcing his hand and arm to move. A trickle of something crept up her spine at the control she had over him. She could lead him anywhere. And he’d probably follow.

Author Bio:

I discovered my love of writing at age seven and my sexual fantasies by age 13. It took a divorce and re-entry into the dating to world to find my sexual power and voice. I am a sexual submissive in the BDSM lifestyle which is not as extreme and terrifying as it may first appear from the outside looking in.

I write BDSM-themed erotica with a focus on dominance and submission (D/s). I not only want to turn my readers on, but I want them to realize that D/s is more than just a kink and isn’t scary or degrading. A blogger, tweeter, and talker, I love interacting with my readers as much as possible!

Purchase Links:

Amazon: http://getbook.at/Madame

Social/Follow Links:

Website: http://kaylalords.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/kaylalordsauthor

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/KaylaLords

Tumblr: http://a-sexual-being.tumblr.com

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/KaylaLords

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

 

A Thousand Little Pieces – #masturbationmonday

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“I love it when you grab my ass like that.” She whispered in his ear.

“You mean like this?” He responded taking her in an even firmer hold.

Her bottom was round and bountiful, more than a handful really, even for his big hands. But the way he took hold of it made her feel like he owned it – wanted to devour it. A lifetime of being self-conscious seemed to melt away for a moment. She felt beautiful, desired.

He gripped her flesh, pulling her cheeks apart. A wanton moan escaped her.

Her clit ached and she felt the wetness between her legs. She moved slightly against his hard thigh seeking friction, consumed by the feelings in her pussy. Wanting more, always more with him.

“This perfect ass is mine, you know that, right?” His hands circled and stroked.

“Yes.” She breathed.

“No-one else gets to touch it, spank it, or fuck it ever again. Understand?” He used his grip on her ass to pull her more firmly against his thigh.

She swallowed, her throat suddenly tight. His intentions clear for the first time.

A sharp slap. “Do you understand me, baby?”

She felt the goosebumps break out on her skin even as the heat spread.“Yes. That’s what I want.” She just managed to get the words out, her breathing unsteady now.

He stepped back from her; she met his dark gaze knowing he could see what she needed.

“Spread your legs a little more.” A soft command. “Put your hands on the wall.”

She moved to comply, wanting this with every cell in her body. She took a step back from the wall so she could lean forward a little to stick her ass out towards him. Every line of her body screamed how much she wanted his touch, needed him to make her come. She was so greedy for him.

He moved to stand behind her. She felt his eyes caress her body, every inch of her alert to the sound of his breathing, his movements. She heard the rustle of his shirt hitting the floor, shuddered as his belt opened and his zip lowered; the quiet slap of his feet on the hardwood floor as he he stepped out of his trousers. She closed her eyes to see his beautiful body in her mind’s eye, especially his long, hard cock.

His warm hands came to rest on her back, gently stroking down the length of her spine until they rested on the swell of her hips. He squeezed and held her, stepping close to fit his hard cock between her ass cheeks. She couldn’t resist circling her hips to rub against him; loving the quiet gasp he made.

“Oh, that feels good.” He groaned, thrusting against her bottom until she felt the evidence of his need, damp against her skin.

She felt his reluctance as he stepped back. He still held her hips as he dropped to his knees, his hot breath swept across her naked ass, sending darts of lust straight to her clit.

Knowing that she was so on display for him increased the need pounding through her veins. She couldn’t stop herself as she tilted her hips a little more. She wanted to be wide open for him, she wanted his mouth.

The first touch of his lips was almost her undoing, fracturing her control. He kissed every inch of her bottom, open mouthed, ravenous kisses. His stubble exquisite abrasion on her tender skin. Biting and sucking, licking and soothing; he adored every curve and dimple. His hands cupped her, kneaded and squeezed.

“Please!” She cried out in need, her pussy hurting, needing to be fucked. She didn’t care how he did it: fingers, cock, mouth. She writhed and pleaded, desperate for him to finish this.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Her head fell back as she screamed out her pleasure. The beautiful heat engulfed her, every nerve ending begging for more. He didn’t disappoint her.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The blows never landed in the same place twice until her whole ass stung and blazed.

“Oh god! Please finish this, please…”

Her legs trembled and she hung her head, panting.

She was so close, so on edge, needing that little bit more pain to take her over.

“Now! Give it to me now!”

He thrust two fingers inside her drenched pussy finding a swift rhythm as he spanked her, hard, over and over until she broke into a thousand little pieces of exquisite pleasure.

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it. If you fancy reading some other naughty contributions to Masturbation Monday check out Kayla Lords’ site A Sexual Being

Aaron Causer is new to Masturbation Monday this week – have a look at his fab piece  ‘Just Another Kind of Group Therapy’ 

Review: Book 1 and 2 of Kayla Lords’ ‘Sir and Babygirl’ series

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I’m a big fan of Kayla’s blog ‘A Sexual Being’. So I must admit I was pretty excited to read these books. She writes honestly and frankly about living as a submissive within the BDSM lifestyle. Who better to write some good BDSM sex scenes than someone with firsthand (and a rosy well-spanked bum) experience?

These books are a series of standalone short stories that, put together, show the developing relationship of Katie and Johnathan (aka Sir and Babygirl). The central characters don’t meet in person for a while, so Kayla gets us nicely heated up with some hot masturbation scenes – you know there’s some serious sexual tension brewing!

Putting the stories together works for the most part, but I did feel that there was a bit of a gap at the end of ‘The First Date’ and the start of ‘Sir and Babygirl’. Their relationship seems to progress rapidly into a D/s one and I found myself feeling like I’d missed something along the way. I soon got over it though when he has her up against the wall and says, “Let’s begin.” [Shiver].

We realise early on that these two people’s emotions are very much entwined. I love how well Johnathan understands Katie’s insecurities and how he is able to comfort her and support her. Their D/s relationship has to find it’s place within their everyday lives, kids, jobs and chores. Kayla brings all these aspects of everyday life into her stories, giving them an appealing element of reality within the BDSM context.

These books aren’t just about the sex, even though Kayla’s sex scenes are steamy hot; they’re also romantic tales about two people finally finding their soul-mate and, ultimately, having the guts to take a risk on love when they’re already feeling damaged from previous relationships.

This is not the end for Sir and Babygirl. Look out for more adventures in the future.

Follow Kayla’s blog and find out much more.

 

Taking A Chance

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2014 was a pretty good year. My little family and I managed to survive it fairly well intact. Happy kids, a fantastic partner who has worked hard and achieved amazing things, and me, in a mainly happy (I will admit I had a few moments where I wanted to run away, far away) supporting role. Someone’s got to keep feeding the kids and making sure they don’t leave the house naked, right?!

December 15th 2014 was a BIG turning point for me.

Up to that point I was a voracious reader who had recently started to write a bit. I had a few stories on the go, lots of ideas and a long term plan.

I joined Twitter and started to follow some interesting people. I had lots of questions like what’s a meme / vine? What does NSFW mean? Why do Twitter people think you can write what you need to say in so few words? Honestly!

“Oh my god, come and look at this!” Became a fairly regular demand to my bloke as I explored Tumblr, different Twitter pages and blogs in the evening when the kids were in bed sound asleep. Basically, I was just being bombarded with lots and lots of dirty, naughty inspiration. It was awesome!

Anyway, one of the twitter people I follow is Kayla Lords. Her blog is called ‘A Sexual Being’. She writes about living in a D/s relationship and writes erotica. Her blogs are honest, often funny and touching and easy to relate to whether you live in the BDSM lifestyle or not. She also has a blogging meme called #masturbationmonday. Where people write ‘a steamy hot post about masturbation or so hot, it’ll make people want to masturbate.’ I read a few of these and thought, ‘I reckon I could do this’.

Problem: I didn’t have a blog. So on that cold, wet December day I took a chance and contacted Kayla asking her if there was another way for me to write something for #masturbationmonday. She got straight back to me saying I could do it as a guest post on her blog.

I was a bit shocked to be honest. I was thinking, ‘…but she’s never read anything I’ve written. What if she thinks it’s shit? Oh my god, am I really going to do this?’ You get the idea – especially if you’ve ever written anything and got that anxious, squirmy feeling when you’ve thought about people actually reading it.

Anyway, I put my big girl pants on and wrote something. I was VERY inspired by the vine that she’d used as a prompt the previous week (go have a look it makes me go a bit tingly every time I see it!) and the little story just poured out of me. It’s such an amazing feeling when that happens. I kept it for a few days and checked it a bit obsessively before finally emailing it to Kayla.

So Monday rolled around and ‘Watch Me’ went onto Kayla’s blog with a lovely intro from her. I couldn’t believe how sweet and supportive people in the erotica community could be. They left messages of support, retweeted it, put links to it on their blogs. Over the next few days when Triberr kicked in my phone was going ballistic with retweets and it had 168 shares (and counting) to Twitter from her blog page.

That’s the moment there that changed everything really.

I know that sounds a bit dramatic but it’s true. I’d tentatively reached out and someone who I’d never met and who I’d barely had any contact with, was willing to give me a chance. That was a great feeling. I call Kayla my Fairy Godmother (FG for short). It’s weird to think I’ll probably never meet her, she’s in Florida I think. I’m in Yorkshire, England. But I will always be so grateful to her for being so kind and giving me a chance to let people read a few words I wrote.

Things snowballed pretty quickly after that, I wrote another guest post for #wantonweekend called ‘Private Festivities’ and with a huge amount of help from my partner we got my blog set up and I frantically wrote a few posts to put on it. Meanwhile, I was trying to get sorted for Christmas and remember to buy the kids and family presents. It was an exciting but slightly fraught time.

So in the space of a couple of weeks I went from not having a blog to having one and nobody reading anything I’d written to quite a few people reading it, liking it and helping me spread the word about it.

Who knows where this writing journey will go. Hopefully I’ll publish some books and a few people will read them and have a good time in bed that night! Whatever happens, I won’t forget that buzz of excitement when I realised for the first time that people were reading something I’d written and that some of them were actually enjoying it.

So, take a chance on something. Who knows where it’ll take you.

All the best for 2015!

Rebecca x

 

Watch Me

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I wrote this last week as a guest post for Kayla Lords’ #masturbationmonday.

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I can’t seem to blink, never mind stop looking. I can’t stop watching your hand and your cock and the things your hand is doing to your long, thick beautiful cock.

Oh god. That is so hot.

Every glide and sweep, up and over the head. I feel it between my legs. I am beginning to ache and I know I am wet. My pussy lips slip and slide against each other as my thighs clench involuntarily. I can’t move; I can barely breath. I feel a little unsteady and brace my hand on the wall.

The door is open just enough to see you and I want to watch you finish. I hold my breath and slip my hand down my pajama bottoms and stealthily, softly begin to rub my clit in time with your strokes.

Your long, muscular legs are open wide and your hips are moving a little now – does that mean you’re getting close? You’re starting to fuck your fist. Your beautiful eyes are closed and I am glad but I wish I could see the heat there. I wish I could see them glaze over as you come.

You moan. It is a small needy sound and it nearly brings me to my knees. You want this so badly and I want to see you do this. I want to watch you give in to it.

I know I should leave. This is a private moment and I am not invited, but I cannot move my feet. I need to see those silken ropes of come shoot out of that gorgeous cock. I want to see that body climax. I want to see you do it.

Go on. Oh god, give it to me.

My eyes drift up your body to see every muscle tight and straining. The arm you are using is a work of art: bicep and forearm flexing. I want to run my hand along the defining lines until I reach your hand. I want to stroke your fingers and feel your hard, thick cock pulse and swell as it gets ready to come.

Your other hand has its own pattern as it rubs along your tight stomach, backwards and forwards, once, twice then down and around your cock and balls. Your long fingers trail gently between your legs.

Fuck, I bet that feels good.

It looks like nothing has ever felt better.

I dip my fingers down into my drenched pussy and slowly circle the warm honey over my swollen clit. I can hardly touch myself knowing that I could come at any moment. But I want to come with you, so I tease myself and concentrate on trying to stay silent.

You’re close. I can tell. Your hand speeds up and your whole body tenses. Your head goes back into the pillow as you grit your teeth. You look like you are in pain but I know it is the best kind.

Your spare hand grips the sheet now and your working hand is concentrating on the head of your cock. It must be so sensitive there now. You’re desperately reaching for it, almost ready, almost there. I can feel how close you are as I move my fingers back to give direct contact to my clit.

The burning pleasure is almost too much to take but I make myself rub there, keeping myself on edge, ready to come with you.

Suddenly, you moan long and loud. Your head curls into your chest as your stomach clenches, every muscle in your body taught and working for your pleasure.

I rub my clit quickly, over and over and climax hard as I watch your come shoot out onto your hard stomach and chest.

Your eyes are squeezed shut and you are holding your breath with me. Over and over you shoot until finally your body relaxes. You sag back onto the bed with a loud exhale as I feel the evidence of my orgasm trickle down my leg. Aftershocks continue to ripple through our bodies as my pussy contracts around my fingers and you fist your cock one last time.

I release a shaky but quiet gush of air as your fingers go to your stomach, idly playing and spreading your come over and around your tummy button. My heart thumps an erratic rhythm in my chest. My legs are weak. I know I am covered in a full body flush.

I need to move now, go back to my room; there is no way I could hide what I’ve just done. But I still can’t seem to move my feet and I can’t resist just one more stroke around my clit as I watch you.

Oh shit, once wasn’t anywhere near enough. My eyes travel up the length of your body to see you looking sated and satisfied.

Your eyes open and before I register what is happening you turn your head towards the door and smile.

by Rebecca Black