On Your Knees #masturbationmonday

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This is part of a short story that I wrote a while ago – it is written from Emma’s POV. The characters: Sophia (older woman in her 40s) and Emma (much younger in her 20s) – are in a changing room in a shop. Emma is a student who rents a room in Sophia’s house. The sexual tension has been growing between them culminating in this scene.


The corset falls to the floor and she is so stunningly beautiful in her nakedness. She immediately falls forward, her hands on the mirror, her heavy breasts swaying, pushing her ass out for more. She is panting. She wants this.

“Spread your legs a little. Show me.”

My first sight of her, there, draws me like cool water on my hot skin. I have to touch it. It looks so good, pink and glistening, the trimmed black curls wet and silky. My fingers run down the line of her pussy. Holy mother of god, I feel like I’m going to explode. My clit feels huge pressed against the seam of my jeans and I want to just rub myself all over her.

“So beautiful…” I watch two of my fingers sink into her body. “I want to do so many things to you…” In and out, long, slow slides; twisting and bending. “But not here, I want to hear you scream and beg, we can’t do that here. For now, I want to make you come. I want to see your face and feel your come on my hands, taste it on my tongue, in my mouth.”

“Yes.” She moans. “Please, make me come. I’ve wanted it for so long…”

Her sentence ends on a strangled yelp when I withdraw my fingers and put my mouth on her. There is no finesse here: I hold her open and devour her, tonguing and sucking her. Lapping with a soft tongue; driving into her, my tongue a rigid spear. She is a wet mess and it is all over my face.

She tastes so good, tangy and tart with an underlying sweetness that I know I will want to savour time and time again.

Her legs are shaking now. I slap her ass, feeling the vibration on my cheek just before I pull away. I wipe my face on her rosy skin. I don’t want to make her come this way the first time – I want to see her face.

Standing up, I pull her into my arms, kissing her, lashing her with my tongue, making her taste herself. Walking her backwards, I stop when she is pressed against the wall.

“Your clothes…” She gasps.

“Later. Spread your legs.” My hand lands on the wall by her head, the other takes hold of her full, round breast. I squeeze it, pinch and pull her nipple, until her eyes roll back and her head hits the wall. “Like that?”

“Yes, oh yes.”

I slap her there, hard but not as hard as I want to. I’m not sure how far to go yet.

She opens her glazed eyes as she moans my name.

“How about that?” I struggle to swallow, waiting.

“God, yes. Again, please…. harder.”

I give her what she wants, watching her breasts move, the skin turn pink and her desire run down her leg.

I feel a trickle of sweat roll down my spine.

My eyes roam over her flushed face: her mascara has run a little and there is a fine sheen of sweat on her upper lip. She has never looked more perfect to me.

I want to give her what she needs.

My fingers find her slippery clit. She bites her lip, looks slightly panicked, like it’s too big, too much for her to handle. I rub and stroke her, dipping my fingers inside her then spreading her wetness all over her pussy. I use my whole hand, working every part of her until she is grabbing hold of my shoulders, up on her tip toes.

“Oh god! Oh god! I can’t…”

“I want to see you.”

“Yes.” She gasps.

I thrust three fingers inside her and fuck her hard.

“Oh shit!” Her words are shaky, her mouth trembling.

Her fingers will leave bruises where she grips me.

I watch her breasts move every time I fuck into her; her dark nipples tight and swollen. I dip to take one into my mouth. She cries out, I move my hand to cover her mouth, wondering fleetingly what it would feel like to hold her throat. She takes a deep breath through her nose – her eyes wide – a muffled moan against my palm.

“Come on!” I urge, watching my fingers fuck her. I curl them inside her and bang the heel of my hand against her clit.

My eyes go back to her face as I feel her whole body clench. She squats down, rolling and thrusting her pussy onto my hand.

“That’s it, take what you need.” I whisper.

Puffs of air on my damp palm as she closes her eyes and screams out her orgasm into my hand. I don’t stop fucking her; I feel a warm rush of wet heat. Her gift to me.

She sags against me for a moment. I stroke her hair once, twice, feeling her breathing slow and readjust. Taking hold of her hair, I pull her head back to see the knowing in her eyes.

“On your knees.”

Our eyes are locked as she sinks to her knees in front of me. Defining moments are often only recognized when a person looks back, reminisces; but I know that this is it for me. Right here, with this woman on her knees before me. I have imagined this so many times, but the reality of it surprises me; it leaves me feeling humbled and powerful at the same time. A strange dichotomy, to be savoured later.

“Hold your hands behind your back.”

I unzip my jeans, pushing them down my legs, shedding another layer of uncertainty. Gripping her hair, I bring her mouth to my aching pussy. I hear the faint sound of somebody coughing in the shop as she takes her first taste of me. My head rolls forward to watch. I really must remember to stay quiet.


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Rebecca x

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NEW RELEASE!!! Let’s Ride by Rebecca Black #lesbian #erotica

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IT’S RELEASE DAY!!! I won’t lie – I’m excited…

I don’t know about you, but sometimes I really love a good, quick read. Busy lives often don’t leave as much time as we’d like for reading, do they? I’m not always so bothered about the back story, I just want to live vicariously for a moment through the characters as they experience that first rush of lust and desire in a new relationship – I want to get a little hot and tingly 😉

Well Evernight’s Romance on the Go range is all about fulfilling this reading need and my new release Let’s Ride is a part of that.

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Let’s Ride started life as an erotic short that I wrote for Masturbation Monday (a meme that I write for most weeks). I saw this black and white photograph and a piece of flash fiction just fired out of me. Talk about inspiration!

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She looks like she wouldn’t take any crap and she looks very capable of sweeping someone off their feet. It got a lot of great feedback so I decided to extend it and lucky for me, Evernight liked it too.

I’ve read some great books with well written dominant male characters, both straight and gay, but I really wanted to write a recognisable archetype with a twist. There isn’t one good reason on this earth why the hero has to be male. Let’s Ride completely rejects that assumption. Jo is confident, self-assured and has a dominant streak a mile wide, but she’s also a beautiful woman, inside and out. She rides into town and sweeps Mary-Beth right off her feet and into her bed. I love her (I know I’m not supposed to say that because I wrote her, but I really do!) and I hope you do too.

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So here’s the blurb:

“I would do just about anything to be on the back of that bike when she leaves this place.”

Trapped in a small town life, Mary-Beth always knew there was something better out there. Then Jo rides into town and walks straight into the diner where she works. Sexy, dominant and self-assured, Jo is everything Mary-Beth wishes she could be. Their hot, intense meeting crashes through Mary-Beth’s small world and offers her the promise of a new start.

Will Mary-Beth leave everything behind and ride with Jo towards the chance of a new life?

Excerpt:

Standing by the window, I’m trying to take a lunch time customer’s order but my attention is caught by a bike riding into the gas pump out front.

I hold my breath. She is pretty much everything that I wish I could be. Tall and lean. Enough fuck you attitude to tame a horde of marauding Vikings. She straddles that bike like she was born to it, like she never rode a trike. Like she just stepped right onto all that horsepower and with a flick of her wrists rode off into the sunset, giving everyone the finger as she went.

I would do just about anything to be on the back of that bike when she leaves this place.

She kicks the stand and moves the bike smoothly into its stationary position, slinging her long leg over the back wheel.

I jump a little when our eyes meet through the window. I’m supposed to be taking this guy’s order but I got distracted, seriously distracted. She smirks when her eyes roam over the redness in my cheeks.

Heat has suffused my body; a fine sweat has broken out on my skin and I know I’m in trouble. So much trouble.

I manage to scramble my brain sufficiently to take his order and drop it off at the kitchen. Moving around the bar, I grab the coffee pot to do refills. I can’t stop looking at the door.

Will she come in? Or has she just come for gas?

Please let her come in.

I want to see her up close—I want to see her eyes—that flawless skin. I want to run my fingers over the black shaved hair on the sides of her head, run them through the longer top that she has greased back. I want to watch her eyes close with the pleasure of it.

I hold my nerve when I hear the bell ring over the door. I’m pouring coffee—it really wouldn’t do to spill it and burn a customer. I’m bent over slightly to reach the cup, and my skirt brushes against the back of my legs when she walks past me.

I smile distractedly as the customer thanks me, turning my head to see she has taken a seat at the bar.

Walking over on shaky legs, I smooth my damp palms down the front of my uniform apron.

She sits tall, resting her elbows on the counter. Her legs are open, one heel of her heavy black boots hooked higher on the stool than the other. Her jeans are tight, riding low on slim hips, well worn with a small rip over one knee. A tight white t-shirt stops a few inches from the waistband of her jeans, showing smooth lightly tanned skin that I desperately want to touch.

Her knowing gaze follows me as I move around the bar to face her. I can almost feel a pressure on my skin where it touches me.

“What can I get for you?”

“What have you got?” she asks in a low, husky voice. Her eyes lock on mine. Her eyebrows are like a raven’s wings, perfectly shaped, drawing my attention across her arresting face.

“Pretty much anything, as long as it’s deep fried and unhealthy,” I say wryly.

She laughs. The sound is low and rough and strokes over my nipples.

“Always tastes good, though, don’t it?” she replies. That smirk plays across her mouth again as her gaze drops to my lips. “I’ll just take a coffee for now. Think I’ll get something sweet in a little while…”

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Gossamer Threads – #masturbationmonday

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I can’t take my eyes off her.

Sophia.

I know her name: her beautiful smile, her husky voice. I know the way she moves; the soft, lilting sway of her hips as she walks by my desk. The full breasts that always seem to be slightly straining the buttons on her blouses. The top two buttons are always undone. I keep getting lost in the deep valley on show – the soft, tanned skin is so tempting to me.

I want to lick it, rain kisses on it, run my fingers over it.

I want to lose myself.

The lust I feel is like nothing I have ever experienced. It has captured me, a silken web that I don’t even attempt to break. I want to wrap myself in its gossamer threads.

Without thinking I push my chair back to stand up and follow the object of my fascination. The need to touch her is a craving that can no longer be ignored.

I don’t stop when I reach Sophia’s office; walking in I turn and shut the door, flicking the lock.

She turns from gazing out of the window.

“Emma?”

There is a knowledge in her eyes.

Can she see how much I want her? I feel like she should, I feel like it is written in neon letters on my forehead as I walk towards her.

She is older than me, such a sexual being. Surely she has experience of this kind of lust, this level of need. My eyes lock onto hers. All I can think about is putting my lips on hers, licking into her mouth, touching her breasts.

Oh god! My heart is pounding, my body struggling to cope with the adrenaline coursing through it.

I stop right in front of her, our breasts almost touching. We are a similar height but that is where the similarity ends. I am pale and slender where she is all dark, sensuous curves.

I hear her exhale a long, shaky breath. Her rich, brown eyes are shining; gold flecks molten in their depths.

“I want you.” I whisper.

“Yes.”

I see the word on her ruby lips, I feel it between my legs.

My hands cup her face, my thumb stroking across her plump lips. Her pink tongue flicks out to lick it, she sucks me into her mouth.

For a brief moment I cannot breath.

“I want to fuck you, make you come. I need to see you come for me.”

The words come out in a rush. I am losing control.

I want to take her, hard, wrap her in my web of wanton need.

“Oh god! Yes…” She moans as she lets go of my finger, falling back slightly to lean against the wall.

“Open your blouse.”

Her fingers work frantically at the small buttons as my hands yank her skirt up over her hips. I grab her silk panties and shove them down to just above her knees.

“Spread your legs.”

The panties mean she can only open her legs a little, but it’s enough. My fingers find her wet and ready. I thrust two inside her. Her eyes close, she is panting and clenching my fingers hard as I fuck her.

“Undo your bra.”

She raises shaky hands to the front clasp and pops it open. Her full breasts tumble out, her brown nipples already hard and tight. They sway a little each time my fingers fuck into her.

I want them in my mouth.

She watches me, waiting. A light sheen of sweat shimmers on her chest.

“Hold them for me.”

Her hands cup her stunning breasts and lift them to my waiting, ravenous mouth. I lick and suck them, leaving a wet, gossamer trail across her flawless, golden skin.

“Please…” She is on edge, I see the desperation on her face.

Withdrawing my fingers I quickly rub their slippery warmth on and around her clit until her whole body tenses.

Her hands let go of her breasts and fall down to press against the wall.

“I want to see you, Sophia.”

“Oh god! It’s too much… I can’t…” She is starting to panic.

I lean back slightly. I know what she needs.

My other hand comes down in a rapid series of smacks on her bottom. The stinging pain releases her orgasm and I thrust my fingers back into her body as she moans my name. Arching her back, she jerks and shudders through her climax.

I can’t look away.

I am lost.


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