What I Want #masturbationmonday

Hello!

I hope you’re all well and managing to avoid the winter germs.

I’ve been absent for a few weeks. It always feels a bit odd not posting for Masturbation Monday, but real life has been kicking my arse, so writing has taken a back seat.

Hope you enjoy this one – I particularly love the gif 😉


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“What do you want?”

Possibly the best question in the world. Ever.

Sometimes when he asks me that I get such a rush of thoughts and ideas that spill into my mind until I feel so full, that I don’t know where to start. I try to pick one, look at it from different angles, play with it, squeeze and pull it like plasticine, but another one pops up so the plasticine gets rolled in a ball again and I start over.

I can get frustrated with myself in those times: so much opportunity that feels wasted instead of focusing on one thing, one moment.

Thankfully, it’s not that way tonight. Tonight I know what I want.

“I want to watch you,” I say.

He looks a little surprised. We haven’t done this for a while. Then he smiles and I know he is remembering other times.

“Will you tell me?”

Possibly the second best question he can ask me.

I sling my legs over the arm of my chair, settling my skirt, getting comfortable. My wine glass is within reach. I feel a short, sharp burst of anticipation in my stomach and lick my lips, watching his eyes follow the wet line.

“Take all your clothes off, please. I want to look at you, I want to take my time.”

He pulls the t-shirt from the back of his neck up and over his head. I look at the width of his shoulders, the dark hairs on his chest that run into a line down the centre of his body and I rub my fingers together. Sensory memories cascade through me. I idly wonder how many times I have touched him, how many times he has given himself to me.

I know I can touch him if I want, but I wait. Tonight I want to watch every line of his body, every muscle working towards his pleasure. I want to watch his face and concentrate on each facial expression.

“Will you touch me tonight?” He asks as he pushes his jeans to the floor. Stepping out of them, he stands before me naked and already nearly fully hard. He once told me that he feels heat on his skin when I look at him this way, that he feels the stroke of my gaze running up and down his cock, almost like a hand.

I smile as I watch him thicken and lengthen a little more. Such a beautiful cock.

“Maybe.” I tease. “Take hold of your cock. Nice, long, slow strokes, please.”

He closes his eyes and inhales through his nose at the initial contact. He has his legs spread a little, for balance, and he does as I request.

“I love watching you,” I murmur. “You, now, like this… there is something so perfect about it. I can see how it makes you feel, how every muscle in your body reacts to your cock being touched. Even your toes feel it!” I laugh as I watch them curl into the carpet.

He huffs out a short laugh. “It’s because of you. Everything feels so much more intense because your eyes are on me.”

I like that. A lot.

I love knowing that I am the only one who gets to see him like this. He brings out every possessive instinct I have and as I watch his body, his hand on his cock, my eyes keep moving back to his face. He is looking back at me in such a way that my heart speeds up and I feel a little short of breath.

“Do it harder.” I say huskily.

“Like this?”

I swallow and nod my head as I watch his forearm flex and tense. Oh that looks so good – his cock is really hard and his free hand starts to move over his chest, staying to play with his nipple.

I take a sip of wine and think about how I want to rub my naked body all over him.

“Tell me,” he whispers.

“I’m going to spank you in a bit.” I pause to hear his groan of approval. “I’m going to bend you over the table and make your ass a deep, rosy red. Then, just when all you want is for me to take your cock in my hand and make you come, you’re going to sit in that chair and I’m going to ride your cock while you feel the burn on your ass.”

“Fuck, yes!! I want that, I really do.”

He’s not the only one. The ache between my legs is almost unbearable now.

“I want to watch you come. I want to see you lose control, just for that moment. Will you show me?”

He nods, his eyes burning now.

“For you,” he murmurs.

His hand has sped up – it won’t be long now. I watch his muscles straining, see his forearm tense – there is such strength there. I covet it. I would love to know what it feels like, just for one moment to have all that power at my disposal. While I was at it, I’d love to have a cock. I would fucking love to know what that feels like; what I’m watching right now, as his head goes back, as he grits his teeth, working his cock hard and fast, squeezing his eyes shut and spurting white ribbons of come all over his hand and the floor.

His long, low groan is a primal, rough sound. A beautiful accompaniment to this intimate moment.

I watch his body relax, muscle by muscle, ligament by ligament. The strength is gone temporarily, but it will return soon enough.

He watches me with heavy lidded eyes as I wriggle my skirt over my hips and kick my knickers off.

He falls to his knees in front of me.

He knows what to do.



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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.

 

In Control #masturbationmonday

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Ok, she could do this. Jenny eyed up the clothes she’d just taken off, piled neatly on the laundry basket in the corner. She’d thought about it enough, right? Thought about all the ways they could do this – all the ways they could fuck each other – how she wanted them to touch each other while she watched.

She drew in a deep breath and turned towards the sink. She needed to get her shit together. He was relying on her and she really didn’t want to let him down.

She wasn’t sure how long she’d be able to just watch though. She felt all twitchy and tingly just thinking about it.

She watched her hand squeeze her breast in the mirror above the sink; it felt heavy and ached. She was fairly sure watching them was going to blow the top of her head off. Her hand moved down her body until she cupped herself between her legs. Fuck! She couldn’t help rolling her hips, pressing her palm against her pussy.

She flushed the toilet. She’d said she needed to go, but really she’d needed a minute to herself. She didn’t want them to know that she’d felt a bit overwhelmed there for a moment, but it was all good now. Rolling her shoulders, she leant forward towards the mirror, checked her teeth and swiped her finger over her eyebrow, noting the flush on her cheeks and how her eyes burned with excitement.

“Right, let’s fucking do this!” She whispered to her reflection.

Opening the door, Jenny strode into the bedroom to see them naked and waiting. She watched them both stroke their hard cocks as they scanned her body. Oh dear, that was naughty of them.

“Hands behind your backs. Now.” Her voice was low and firm.

They stood facing each other about a foot apart. Watching them obey her, she felt the first small thrill of power settle on her shoulders.

“Step closer to each other. That’s it – keep going. Hands by your sides now.” She heard Dan’s small gasp as the tip of his cock touched Sean’s stomach. They were a similar height, so when she told them to stop, their mouths were only a few centimetres apart and their cocks were trapped between their bodies.

Slowly walking around them, she trailed her fingers across their broad shoulders, down the dip of their spines until she palmed their arses. Squeezing hard she sank her nails in and smiled when Dan squeaked. It had the desired effect – he jerked forwards rubbing his cock along Sean’s. The dual moans stroked right over her clit.

She watched them both surreptitiously rub against each other, loving seeing them so needy. Raising her hand, she brought it down hard on Dan’s firm arse. “Enough! Stand still.” She stroked the pink mark on his skin, felt the slight tremble go through his body. Oh, he was loving this: her beautiful, slutty, man.

“Kiss each other. I want to see lots of tongue, but keep your hands where they are for now.”

The men’s eyes met as Sean’s tongue tentatively ran across Dan’s lips. Their mouths came together for a soft first kiss.

“Yes, that’s it.” She breathed. God, that was horny. “More, come on.”

Dan finally closed his eyes, tilted his head and gave into it. It rapidly became a hard meeting of mouths, tongues lashing and battling each other for dominance. She stood close, listening to their breathing change, the little groans of appreciation and lust.

Placing a hand on each man’s back, she stroked their hot, damp skin, pushing them closer together until the front of their bodies were aligned.

Dan’s hands were clenched into fists at his side.

“Touch each other.” No sooner were the words out than they grabbed the others hips, sliding round to cup each others arse so they could grind their cocks against one another.

Jenny couldn’t look away from them. Her whole body throbbed with arousal seeing these two men so into each other. They were straining towards one another, sweating and grunting; desperate to come and she wanted them to. She wanted to see it.

“Sean, take hold of both your cocks.” He immediately followed her instruction, stepping back slightly to make room. Dan rested his hand on Sean’s hip. His head rolled back on his shoulders at the first stroke, eyes closed, lost in the moment.

Sean was looking down at the hold he had on their cocks. They were both thick and long so his hand stretched wide to work them both.

“Oh fuck, yeah!” Dan moaned.

“That good, baby?” She asked quietly.

“So good, Jenny… please, put your hands on me. I need to come.”

She watched his hips start to thrust into Sean’s hand: small, shallow thrusts, and knew he was close. Moving to stand behind him, she pressed herself against his back and arse. Her arms went around him, pinching and pulling his nipples. Then she ran her palms over his tightly clenched stomach. Their cocks had a gravitational pull for her, they both moaned her name when her hand took hold of them. She matched her rhythm to Sean’s.

“Come for me, both of you.”

She felt his body go rigid. Sean picked up the pace, solid, rough pulls that drew the heads of their cocks together. Over and over until Dan’s head fell forward onto Sean’s shoulder and he shouted out his release. Hot and wet, she continued to slide her hand over their cocks until Sean mirrored Dan’s posture.

He jerked and shuddered, “Fuck! Oh fuck, yeah!”

More warm come covered her hand. She wanted a taste. Soon.

Feeling Dan wobble, they let go and she ordered them both to the bed. They staggered over and flopped down on their backs.

Standing over them, hands on her hips, her pussy screaming for attention. She said, “Right, you’ve got two minutes recovery time. Then I want both of your faces between my legs…”

They rolled said faces towards her, grinning. “Yes, Mistress.”

She bit her lip. Cheeky bastards.

As always thanks for reading. I was inspired this week by another blogger. Exhibit A if you haven’t read his stuff yet, get over there and have a look – well worth it and be prepared to get hot and bothered – I do. He’s definitely in my top ten must read blogs (might do a post about that at some point).

A lot of you know the drill by now. Kayla Lords’ site A sexual Being has all the Masturbation Monday posts so go and have a look if you get the chance.

Thanks, 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