Compliance #masturbationmonday

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It is an intriguing moment when you realise that someone wants to be dominated.

When it feels right It’s like the tumblers in a complex locking system all clicking and slotting into place. Sometimes the tumblers need a little lubrication, but ultimately they fall where they should. Other times no amount of twisting and turning that key is going to open the door.

Tonight the lock has turned very smoothly.

I’m enjoying watching them take their clothes off. They’re very eager, tripping and hopping their way out of their jeans and socks. It’s cute really, but I’m pretty sure that won’t last long.

Not with the way I’m feeling tonight.

I roll my shoulders, feel the strength run across my back and flex my hands. Crossing my legs, I settle back into the chair, my hands resting on each arm.

“Come and stand in front of me.”

They’re almost the same height: one is dark, one is blonde. A very striking combination. They’re pleasing to the eye but to be honest that isn’t important. Tonight I want to go beneath the surface. I have come to realise that I find most people attractive when they are covered in sweat and bearing my marks. The attraction, the pleasure comes from their submission not their muscle definition or the symmetry of their features.

“Take hold of your cocks. Nice and slow, let me see how you jerk off.”

They look nervously at each other as they respond to my instruction. I see their eyes flick down to each others cocks. They stand hard and proud, a fine symbol of their youth and vitality.

I read each gesture and facial expression. They want to explore each other and it is my job to help them do that. They just need a little nudge.

“That’s nice,” I murmur as I watch them fist their cocks. “Stop. Now face each other, please. That’s it, now take hold of each other’s cock.”

They hesitate but I wait patiently, my silence pressing against them.

The dark one, Eddie, raises his hand slowly. I smile, so he is the bold one. We watch Liam’s eyes flutter closed as Eddie’s fingers curl around his hard, straining cock. Oh I can almost feel that, the shocking newness of it.

Liam has to move his feet wider to keep his balance as Eddie begins to pump his cock. Liam hasn’t followed my instruction yet, but that’s ok, I want to see how this plays out.

I hear Liam’s breathing speed up. He opens his eyes and looks at Eddie as he whispers, “Oh God!

The intensity between them is fascinating and beautiful.

“You may touch each other.”

Liam’s hand immediately comes to rest on Eddie’s shoulder, holding on as his world shifts. His head falls forward to rest against Eddie. His body is taut and looks ready to snap as Eddie’s hand lands on the back of his neck.

“Faster, Eddie. Take him right to the edge.”

He glances at me when I stand and begin to walk towards them. I see the excitement there, the nervous anxiety. His hand speeds up as Liam’s loud panting breaths echo around the room.

“You want to come don’t you, Liam?” I whisper in his ear, pressing my body against his back. “You want to come for Eddie, you want to let out all that pent up frustration. All those times you’ve made yourself come thinking about him and now you’re finally where you want to be, aren’t you?”

“Yes, fuck yes.” He moans against Eddie’s neck.

“Stop, Eddie!” My tone is sharp and Eddie immediately does as I say.

“No!” The word is torn out of Liam as he lifts his head to look at me with pleading eyes.

“There’s no hurry, darling. We’ve got all night and I very much like to see that desperate look on your face.”

I turn and stroke my hand from Eddie’s shoulders down his smooth, broad back to his tight arse, giving his cock a couple of long, slow pulls while I squeeze his arse hard. I watch him clench his jaw.

“Start again, Eddie. Let’s see how much he can take.”

It’s one of my favourite things watching sweat appearing on naked skin. The shimmer of light moisture that leads to droplets running down the lines of a body. The physical manifestation of all that effort and agony. I raise my index finger and scoop up the rivulet that’s running down Liam’s back. He is suffering now, after the fifth time of being edged he is leaning heavily on Eddie and chanting a litany of soft desperate words.

It’s time.

“Stop, Eddie.”

I quickly step to the side and bring my hand down hard on Liam’s arse. Once, twice, three time – all over his tight, clenching muscle. I love the sting on my palm, the impact up my arm and across my shoulders. I spank him over and over and then as I listen to his low, agonised moan I say, “Now, Eddie. Finish it.”

I watch Liam’s head fly back, feel his hips thrust forwards, hear his yell of release and meet Eddie’s burning gaze over his shoulder before it falls to watch the cock coming in his hand.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Jesus Christ!” Liam’s shaking, straining body finally goes lax in Eddie’s arms.

“Stand up straight, Liam.”

I walk around to look at the mess he’s made on his stomach and cock. I look at Eddie’s painfully hard cock and stroke it softly from tip to base while I watch him flinch. Oh we’re going to have so much fun with that.

“On your knees, Eddie and clean him up.”

It is gratifying to see just how quickly he falls to the floor, his tongue searching for that first taste as Liam moans and runs his hand through Eddie’s hair.


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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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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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For Her #masturbationmonday

This one’s for Marie Jean who kind of requested a story, or I offered to write one… Anyway, she’s lovely – so here you go, MJ!

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He glanced at the clock when he heard the door open and close – eight o’clock – she was late and would undoubtedly be tired and hungry.

He reached across the kitchen counter for the bottle of red wine that he’d gotten out earlier and a flutter of anticipation began in his stomach as he opened it and poured her a glass.

He had been away working all week with strict instructions not to touch his cock. He was almost fully hard now just knowing she was in the house. Then he took a deep breath when he saw the red liquid tremble as he lifted the glass.

“Is that for me?” She asked as he turned towards her.

“Of course.”

They met in the middle of the kitchen. He handed her the wine and she didn’t hesitate to take a long drink, licking her red lips as she lowered the glass.

It looked like she had an appetite tonight.

“Come here – I missed you,” she said as she pulled him in with the hand at the back of his neck.

He moaned a little when their lips met. She licked into his mouth, long and slow, tender and devouring. She took and gave and he drifted into a beautiful sexual haze, unable and unwilling to erect any barriers. He was hers to do with whatever she wanted.

“Take your clothes off. I want to see you.”

His eyelids felt heavy as his eyes opened wide with surprise. She normally wasn’t in such a hurry, but tonight he could see he wasn’t the only one who was struggling after their time apart.

He quickly drew the black t-shirt over his head and started on the top button of his jeans with a shaky hand. His cock was throbbing already, desperate to be touched after the agony of his week long abstinence.

He ripped the buttons open, his cock bouncing out as he yanked them down and kicked them off.

He was panting, he couldn’t help it. He watched her tongue lick a wet sheen over her lips and hoped to God he wasn’t going to come from that alone. He grabbed onto the edge of his control and hung on for dear life as she walked towards him. He squeezed his eyes shut and recited old football scores when she spun him around to face the kitchen counter.

“Spread your legs and bend over.” Her husky words gave away the extent of her own excitement.

He did as instructed, his cock jutting out, a heavy weight between his legs.

He barely had time to brace himself before her open hand came down on his arse. Once, twice, three times. Fast and heavy, demanding and hot. So fucking hot.

He moaned a needy, inarticulate sound.

“Tell me!” She demanded, her hand never slowing, never easing up.

“So fucking good. I need it, please…”

“What do you need?”

“More… everything.” He planted his hands firmly on the cool counter, taking the jolt of impact through his arms, feeling the sting turn into a deep burn.

He heard her breathing hard, knew she was watching his skin change colour. Pushing out his arse, he welcomed the pain, feeling a potent satisfaction when she stroked her hands over his glowing skin, admiring her handiwork.

“You look good,” she murmured as she knelt down behind him.

His head fell forwards when he felt the cool, wet trail of her tongue over his burning flesh. Kissing, licking and nibbling her way across his red cheeks, she soothed and comforted, aroused and teased, until he thought he might go mad with the need to come. Every muscle was strung tight and small vibrations ran through his body. He couldn’t hold onto the small whimper that escaped. He was losing hold of his control and he desperately scrambled to keep a grip of it.

“Turn around.”

Standing up, she quickly stripped until they stood facing each other, naked and covered in a fine sweat.

He took in her lush naked form with a swift thorough sweep of his gaze, his cock flexing at the sight of her large, tight nipples. His mouth watered, wanting to taste, to feel them on his tongue.

Swiftly jumping onto the kitchen counter, she opened her legs and pulled him in.

“In me – now!” She took hold of his cock and placed him where he needed to be.

He took hold of her full hips, pulled her to the edge and thrust in hard and deep.

Leaning back on her arms she watched him fuck her. “Watch,” she whispered, “watch my cunt own your cock.”

He did. He couldn’t look away. It was as necessary as breathing, obeying her, pleasing her. He felt her tight heat and wetness, knew that it had never been better than this. Now his sole purpose was to make her come.

“That’s it,… oh Jesus! Yes!” She brought his hand to her clit. He knew what she liked as he had touched her like this a thousand times. He circled and rubbed, pressed and touched, until her head fell back and he watched her thighs strain and shake.

With his burning arse clenched tight he fucked her until she screamed, riding her through every last shudder and aftershock. His control in tatters, he stopped, drawing in ragged deep breaths.

Finally, she opened her eyes, nodded and pointing to her stomach said, “give it to me now – right here.”

He pulled his cock out, took it in his hand and worked it hard. Leaning forward his fingers unconsciously digging into her leg, trying to keep his balance, trying not to let his legs give out, he came right where she wanted it.


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Their Place #masturbationmonday

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The purple blanket of heather was in its full glory as she walked the moors. Nothing moved her like this place. It was in her blood and she had been away too long.

The final days of summer had been kind this year; the freckles on her face attested to that. She smiled as the warm breeze blew her hair across her face. She shook her head to free herself, holding it back with her hand as she spied a hovering kestrel. It was taking advantage of the air currents, holding its position with ease.

She turned south, heading towards their place. It was time. Time to lay the past to rest. He was gone and she needed to let him go.

She walked until she reached the dry stone wall that curved down below the small wood. There was a natural hollow there, a sheltered little sun trap where the wall had been built over a large flat rock, creating a natural seat.

They used to come here together. It was where they’d first kissed and where their innocence had been well and truly lost. The innocence of spring had soon turned into lush, dirty, sweaty sex in the summer. He was the best she’d ever had. Knowing that was like a splinter in her finger, deep and impossible to gauge out. She couldn’t stop pressing it, probing it, the pain a part of her that she had reluctantly accepted over the years.

Things were different now. There was someone new – someone who she thought might be able to make her feel that way again. So she wanted that splinter out and she was prepared to bleed for it.

She sat on the warm rock, leaning back against the dry stone wall. Closing her eyes she took a moment to enjoy the sun on her face before she let herself remember. The memories were stored away so securely it was a while before she found her way back to the beginning.

She felt a sharp pain in her chest as she let herself see his face clearly, not just a blurred sense of him but every piece that made up his whole. Mossy green eyes, a crooked smile to go along with his one crooked tooth. Nicely shaped lips, the scar on his brow, long eyelashes that she had loved to play with. She traced them all in her mind, touched them for the last time, watched his lips open, his tongue licking her finger, drawing it into the warm cavern of his mouth.

She felt the wetness on her skin, watched herself penetrate his mouth. The flick of his tongue on her finger tip a ghost’s whisper between her legs.

She thought that she had wanted to remember the painful arguments, the cruel words, the emotional destruction. Instead she found herself watching him undress, throwing his clothes on the rocky seat. So many memories to recall: the look in his eyes when he had wanted to fuck; his long, lean climber’s body that had been so graceful and strong, so beautiful to touch. She was lost in it now, lost in the endless memories and the need to relive them.

She smiled and went to him when he sat on the grass, straddling his legs when he took hold of her hips, sank onto his long, hard cock – could swear she felt it –  when his big callused hands stroked down over her full, round bottom. He’d liked to hold on there, to grab a handful and leave his mark. She could feel the sun on her face, the earth beneath her knees again as they moved together.

This exorcism had somehow turned into a celebration and she rode him in the knowledge that this would be the last time.

She rode him with wild abandon, her bottom slapping down onto his thighs, her arousal causing the wet lewd sounds that she knew he loved.

She heard his low, husky sex words, caressing her mind, “Do it, Annie. God, you look so beautiful. I want to feel it, want you to make me all wet. Show me… do it!”

So she did: she came long and hard with her legs open wide on the rocky seat, her fingers working her slick flesh, shouting out her release to the wind and the trees and the kestrel.

When her heartbeat slowed and her aching legs closed, she rubbed her finger. She thought the splinter might be gone.


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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.


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Show Me #masturbationmonday

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As I take another sip of red wine I watch him move around the kitchen.

He keeps rolling his right shoulder, trying to relieve the knot of stress that I know he carries there after a busy, stressful week. There are faint lines of strain around his eyes –  their usually vibrant colour dimmed by tiredness and worry.

I know what’s going on at work, I just can’t do anything about it. I hate not being able to help him, but I know what I can do. I lean forward and place my wine glass on the table and rise slowly to my feet.

He sees me move and puts the dirty dishes on the counter. Turning to me, he opens his arms and I step forward, nuzzling his neck as they close around me.

“You’re tense, baby.”

He exhales loudly. “Yeah, it’s been a tough week.”

“Let’s do something about that, shall we?”

I feel him stand straight and shift his weight from one foot to the other. He’s always a little reluctant at first when we play these games.

“What were you thinking?”

I smile a little at the hesitancy in his words.

“I want you to take your clothes off and go and sit in that chair.”

I step back and nod my head at the red upholstered chair in the living area, just off the kitchen.  

I watch him and see the conflicting emotions cross his beautiful face. My own shoulders relax when I catch the acceptance in his gaze and I smile when he steps back from me, already unbuttoning his dress shirt.

I move to the sofa which is opposite the chair and sit down, enjoying the brief strip show. As he steps out of his trousers he asks, “what do you want me to do?”

I internally acknowledge the now familiar spike of excitement those words create, but I know my expression reveals nothing. He has no idea how much that question turns me on. I should probably tell him, but I haven’t quite come to terms with how it makes me feel yet.

Sometimes when we do this I feel like I am slipping into a new skin, which is slightly awkward and needs adjustments. I stammer and blush. Other times I am naked, strong and free – so sure and comfortable. The words flow easily, my directions are succinct and clear.

Tonight is a good night. I sit back, cross my legs and revel in the buzz of anticipation that courses through my veins.

My eyes roam over his long, lean body as he sits in the chair. Throwing his legs over one arm of it, he raises his eyebrows in question.

Time to get this show on the road.

“Take hold of your cock and give it a nice, long stroke.”

He follows direction very well, holding his gorgeous cock away from his body a little so I can see it clearly.

“Keep going, baby. Show me how good it feels.” I murmur.

I quickly become mesmerised by the steady tempo he uses. I feel my nipples start to tingle and shift position as I squeeze my thighs together. He is stroking the full length of his cock in a firm delectable grip that makes the muscles in his forearm stand out in relief.

I hear his breathing speed up and see every muscle in his body taut and straining already. He isn’t going to last long this first time. That’s exactly what I want, so I give him what he needs.

“Watching you makes me so hot. I want you to come soon. I want you to feel good then I’m going to tie you up and spank any remaining tension out of you.” His deep groan is all I need to hear. It is so needy and vulnerable. “I want your arse cherry red and burning. You won’t be able to sit down for days without thinking about how those aches and pains got there.”

“Yes.” He whispers as his head falls back.

His strokes are shorter and faster now, concentrating more on the sensitive head of his cock. He is biting his lip, holding his breath, trying to keep it all in.  

I’m not having that.

“Let me hear you, sub. Let it all out.”

He inhales a deep, shaky breath and says, “fuck!” on the exhale.

“After I’ve spanked you I’m going to ride your face, get you all wet, use that talented tongue to get myself off. How does that sound?”

“I want that…” He just about manages to get out.

The deep throb between my legs threatens to take me over. My legs open and I yank my skirt up, slipping my fingers down the front of my knickers. I circle my clit a few times, trying to hold it off, trying to have a little self-control, but the picture in front of me is just too much. I can see him speeding towards his orgasm. His hand is working furiously on his cock and he looks desperate for it, lost to the pleasure that friction is creating throughout his body.

He lifts his head to look at me, his gorgeous eyes are lust-glazed and wild with need. He is waiting for me to say it and I feel a deep, intense rush as I nod and say, “do it!”

His head falls back and his stomach clenches. I watch the white ribbons stream onto his skin and press my fingers down on my clit as our ragged cries echo around the room.


Thanks for reading as always. Get over to Kayla Lords’ place for more hot posts.

Rebecca x

The Hardest Part: #masturbationmonday (Happy Birthday!!)

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So this week is the one year anniversary of Masturbation Monday!! Congratulations to Kayla Lords for keeping it going and bringing together such a great community of writers and lovely people.

This is my 34th week posting for this meme and it coincides with the release of my book A Taste For Three so I thought I’d go with a restaurant / chef theme like the book. This isn’t an extract, it’s a totally independent erotic short.

The Hardest Part

The lights are low in the restaurant now.

All the people have left, the tables have been cleared, and the kitchen cleaned. She can still smell the beautiful food they created tonight and still see the smiles and looks of contentment on the faces of their customers.

She feels tired, but exhilarated. The satisfaction after every dinner service never seems to diminish and she knows this is her place – just where she’s supposed to be.

Cataloguing each aching muscle in her body, looking forward to a hot bath at home, she moves behind the polished oak bar to open the fridge, grabbing a cold beer. Her eyes are closed, the cold bottle heaven against her flushed cheeks, when she feels soft lips on her neck.

She smiles as they nibble their way up to her ear. Once there, a warm tongue flicks her earlobe, making her shiver and moan softly as she tilts her head to the side to give it better access.

“Oh…” she whispers, as he brings his hands up to cup her breasts. Her head falls back onto his shoulder, pushing her breasts out, needing more.

She feels him move to press himself against her – feels him push and rub against her ass – and she knows he is hungry. His hands are firm on her body. He knows what she wants – knows just how she likes to be touched.

She leans forward as he brings her t-shirt up and over her head. He throws it onto the bar and immediately unfastens her bra, which then flies in the same direction. She yelps when his hands return to squeeze her breasts and slap the heavy underside. She feels them sway on her chest and groans out her appreciation, loving the little bite of pain.

“Bend over the bar, baby.” His hand presses on her back impatiently.

He kneels at her feet to take off her shoes and then makes quick work of her jeans and panties. She watches the clothes pile grow on the bar as his shirt lands there, clenching her thighs tight at the sound of his belt buckle jingling.

Breasts pressed against the hard surface, her skin feels tight and hot as she begins to pant. She needs his hands on her – needs to feel him everywhere.

He moves to stand close behind her, rubbing his cock on her ass, leaving a cool wet trail on her burning skin.

“You hot, baby?” His words stroke her body and make her shiver despite the heat.

She manages a small acknowledgement, hoping he doesn’t decide to go slow now.

Then every synapse in her brain sparks as his big hand lands on the curve of her ass with a heavy smack! He kicks her legs wide, his hand continuing to land all over her soft flesh, creating an almost instant stinging heat.

“Oh God, yes!” Her head falls down onto her forearms as she moans the words. So good! She can feel her slippery response between her legs, and she knows he can too when he strokes two thick fingers along her folds.

“Just look at that.” He sinks his fingers inside her: a hard, fast thrust that takes her up onto her toes. “So wet – so fucking hot.”

He works his fingers inside her, setting a demanding rhythm that has her clit throbbing and hard. She is desperate to touch it, to make herself come. But not now – she has to trust him to do that – so she digs her nails into the palms of her hands and braces herself against the cold, slightly sticky bar.

This is the hardest part – giving the responsibility of her pleasure over to someone else. She has been in control of it for so long. He is the only one who has ever taken that from her – the only one who has ever been able to do so. She breathes deeply and relaxes her muscles. Open and ready now, wanting whatever he decides to give her.

The lewd, wet sounds of him working her body make her clench tight around them and thrust her ass out.

“Yeah, that’s right. Take it, girl. Such a gorgeous ass.”

She gasps as he withdraws his fingers, then screams as he slaps her pussy hard. Again and then once more: nice and high – right where she needs it the most. He steps in quickly to keep her legs open as she instinctively tries to close them.

“Fuck!” A ragged groan torn from her lips.

His hand comes around her body as he spanks her ass one last time, rubbing and circling her burning clit.

She feels the sweat run down the side of her face, knowing she can’t take much more. Every muscle is tight now, her body braced and ready while she strains for every ounce of pleasure that he is giving her.

“Come on now, honey. Let go for me.”

His words wash over her. She closes her eyes and lets herself get lost in this. She revels in it, every thrust and bounce, every grunt and whimper, every drop of sweat all coalesce until it takes over her body and mind.

Nothing exists except this, except him. When her orgasm sweeps through her she doesn’t hold back: with every cry and moan – every twist and shudder – she lets him know that he is the only one.


 

So, Happy Birthday Masturbation Monday!!! One year old and going strong. For more hot posts head over to Kayla’s place.

Thanks for reading,

Rx

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A Sure Thing: Part Three #masturbationmonday

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It nearly didn’t happen this week. I’ve been away, my kids are still off school, we’re decorating – you know how it gets. But Josh and Ben, well they just wouldn’t leave me be. So I wrote this late last night. Hope you like it… Parts one and two can be read beforehand if you like.


I can’t seem to take my eyes off Josh’s naked ass.

It is a thing of beauty: tight and firm, indented at the sides. Walking across the bedroom, he looks at me over his shoulder when he hears me sigh, then laughs when he sees where my eyes are glued. Cocky bastard! I think he needs bringing down a peg or two.

I strip off my t-shirt and undo the top button of my jeans, I’m going to need a bit of breathing room.

Lying on the bed, my head propped on my hand, I watch him go through his nightly routine, quietly amazed at how comfortable he has become in such a short time. After a rocky start, we seem to have fallen into our version of a relationship, but I don’t want him getting too comfortable. No, that wouldn’t do at all. We are both at our best when things are a little on edge, a little uncertain.

“Get your ass over here, Josh.”

I see his hand hesitate as he pushes the dresser drawer in and he straightens a little, his shoulders going back. He glances back at me a question in his eyes – one that’s answered by the look in mine.

I enjoy watching him walking towards me, almost as much as I love watching him walk away. He is lean, but the muscle definition on his body is beautiful. Our eyes meet and hold as he climbs onto the bed.

“Lie on your front.” I instruct him.

As soon as he’s in position I straddle his legs, my cock nestling in the juncture between his legs and his ass. Running my hands over his broad, muscular back, I rub my balls and dick up and down the crack of his ass, just enjoying the feeling of it for a moment.

His skin is warm and still a little damp from his shower. I lean forward and lick a line up his spine until I get to his neck. Nibbling and kissing my way round to his ear, I blow over the wetness on his skin and watch him shiver.

“You know I love your ass.” I whisper in his ear as I stroke my body over his. I see him smile and nod, confident in his ass’s place in this world. “Well, tonight I’ve decided I want to see how much I love it when it’s rosy pink and really hot to the touch.”

He turns his head to look at me, not sure about the direction this seems to be taking.

“You want to spank me?” He tries to pull off a faintly condescending look, but I see the excitement flicker in his eyes.

I sit back and put my hands on his ass, squeezing and spreading him apart. I run my thumbs up and down the line that separates each cheek, softly circling his hole until he is pushing back against me. I know he is dragging his cock along the sheet, trying to get some friction.

I raise my hand and watch intently as I land the first blow to those firm muscles.

I hear him mutter “Fuck!” as he squeezes his cheeks together.

I don’t give him chance to think about it before I lift my hand and do it again. I don’t go easy. The palm of my hand stings and quickly heats up as I find my rhythm but I need more freedom of movement so I move to kneel beside him and say, “Up on your knees.”

I love watching the lines of his body in this position; I love watching him arching his back as he gives his ass to me. So fucking hot – I have to readjust my dick in my jeans.

I stroke over his already pink skin with my tingling palm before tapping him gently, low down on the fleshier part of his ass. He pushes back, his breaths coming hot and fast now as he says my name: “Ben, please!”

I can’t hold back my grin when I see how hard and wet his cock is. He fucking loves this – my dirty boy.

I give him three slaps on each cheek and watch him press his forehead into the bed.

“Oh God, Ben. That feels so good, why does that feel so good? Shit! I need to come already.”

“Not yet,” I say as I continue to create the sexiest deep pink colour on his skin with one hand as I unfasten my jeans with the other. I take my cock out and work my jeans down around my ass as I put my hand in front of Josh’s face. “Lick it.”

He might as well be licking my cock as his wet tongue travels up my hand. I feel it so intensely I worry for a second that I’m going to lose it and spoil the whole thing.

“Good boy.” I encourage him as I take hold of my cock, loving the slick feel of it. Pumping it long and slow my eyes close as I lose myself in how fucking incredible that feels.

I push his legs apart with my knees as I move behind him. Working my cock with one hand, the other moves to feel the heat of Josh’s skin as my eyes devour every glorious inch of him.

“Take hold of your cock, Josh. We’re going to come together. Fuck your hand while I come on your gorgeous pink ass.”

“Oh my fucking God, Ben! Yes, I want that. Please!”

He is panting now, so close. I can see his muscles tense and his shoulders drop.

His hand works fast, he is greedy, always is at this point. He wants it and I love watching him lose control.

I hold my breath when I realise it’s nearly over, there’s that brief moment of frustration, knowing this intensity of feeling can’t last forever. Then the flip side, when I decide to embrace it and rush towards the finish.

I work my cock fast and hard, my hand is near the head, my fingers catching the sensitive underside over and over until my head goes back and my eyes squeeze shut.

“Shit, so close!”

“Yeah, do it, Ben. Come all over me. I want it, please, Ben, do it now.”

I force my eyes open, needing to watch this. My cock is rubbing against Josh’s ass and it is fucking hot. That’s the last thought I have before every muscle in my body clenches and my movements become jerky and desperate. I moan long and loud as I watch myself mark Josh’s rosy skin.

Every muscle so recently tensed suddenly relaxes and my hot, stinging hand moves to rub my balm into the ass that started it all.


So there you have it – I think I could probably write a lot more about Josh and Ben but I’ll take a break for now, maybe come back to them later. If you want more Masturbation Monday goodness then hop on over to Kayla’s site A Sexual Being

Thanks,

Rebecca x

Moonlight – #masturbationmonday

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The Piano

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She walked through the moonlit house; the night was still except for the structure around her creaking and settling for the night. The warm air caressed her body and the floor boards were a cool balm to her bare feet.

She had left him to sleep, the sheet rumpled around his waist, his arms pushed under the pillow, but had been unable to resist a feather like touch along the muscular line of his back before rising. He never stirred.

She had been reluctant to leave him, but she couldn’t sleep – she couldn’t stem the flow of thoughts; always wondering, questioning… never sure.

So she walked until she came to stand before her solace. The wood was scratched now, the polished shine long gone, but she loved this piano: every nick and chip, every familiar key and pedal.

She ran her fingers along the keys, up and down, covering the black and the white, the majors and the minors. She needed to play but worried that she’d wake him. In the end she sat down – the draw was too great.

She settled her thumb on middle C, 1, 2, 3 – 1, 2, 3, 4 – her fingers flowed through the simple scale, effortlessly moving into the soft opening bars of her favourite piece of music. Clair de Lune soothed her – eased her tired mind. She lost herself in the melody, the beautiful expression, light on dark, the cascade of notes leading to the bolder, louder chords.

She stumbled over a few notes when his hands came to rest on her slim shoulders.

“Keep playing.” He murmured.

So she did.

She closed her eyes and embraced the music again as his hands slowly, gently moved down her chest to cup her breasts. She sighed as he stroked the sensitive underside, the place she loved him to kiss.

Her long, slender fingers spread wide, moving fast over the keys, her short, unpainted nails a blur against the discoloured ivory.

His hand followed the curve of her breast until he found her tight little nipples. Rolling and pulling them, he bent forward to bring his lips to the side of her neck. She instinctively moved to give him full access, still playing, but not so lost in the music now. Loving the feel of his mouth on her, his soft, full lips a sensory feast.

His soft tongue licked a long line from her collarbone, up to her ear, where he nipped her earlobe. His hands continued to play their own rhythm on her breasts, until they were full and heavy, begging for a firmer touch.

She shifted on the stool, opening her legs a little wider as her foot worked the pedal and her arms moved along the keyboard. She heard a rough laugh and her heart smiled.

He knew what she needed.

His hands slipped down to lay flat underneath her breasts, his arms under hers. His fingers tilted towards the juncture of her thighs as they stroked a path down her torso. The muscles in her stomach jumped and clenched as he passed over them; goose bumps rose despite the heavy, humid air.

Her body moved with the music – her hips rolled – his chest brushed against her back.

She gasped as the movement of her hips brought her into contact with his fingertips. He combed through the silken curls there – he loved to do that – could play with her for hours, he said. Right now, she wanted them to move lower, needed him to touch her where she ached the most.

“Please.” She whispered. Always so impatient.

“Open a little wider.” He encouraged.

Oh there! God, yes, there – right there!

His finger circled and rubbed, just the right pressure, just the right spot; his knowledge of her body always a constant source of surprise for her.

Her head fell back onto his shoulder, her fingers slowing, the notes halting and disjointed now.

“Is that good, baby?”

“Yes.” She breathed. “So good, I… you… don’t stop.”

She finally gave up playing, her hand falling to cover his, wanting to feel the movement of his fingers as he worked her body, spreading her legs wide so he could sink them inside her. In and out, the slick sounds a lewd accompaniment that only aroused her more.

She could feel it building now, her own perfect piece of music. She was a beautiful arpeggio, every note placed on her body and he played every single one.

His hand continued to work her, slipping out so he could focus entirely on her swollen, needy clit. It didn’t take long. She was so ready: one stroke, then another, and her back arched. She gripped his hand and yelled out her release, every question, every uncertainty floating out to the moonlit night.


Thanks for reading! Please check out the other hot Masturbation Monday posts over at Kayla Lords site.

Rebecca x