Can’t Wait #masturbationmonday

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“Quick!” I grab hold of his hand and practically drag him into the library toilets. This isn’t my usual style, but I know there’s a new, large, wheelchair accessible cubicle in there that is hardly used. Right now it has our names on it.

We run in and lock the door. “Get your fucking clothes off.” My hands are tearing at my clothes; I need them off – need to feel the air on my skin and his mouth on my pussy.

Waiting isn’t an option.

I look up to see him naked and ready: his long, thick cock in his hand. He is taking ragged, uneven breaths.

I throw my coat down and point to it. “Sit there with your back against the wall and your legs out straight.”

He does as he is told. His beautiful obedience makes my pussy ache.

Standing in front of him, my fingers move to stroke between my legs. His dark eyes watch the tips disappear in my wet curls; he licks his full lips as they come out glistening.

I straddle his legs, my pussy level with his face, one hand on the wall behind him. “Suck them, lick them clean.” I whisper pushing them into his mouth. I shiver as I feel his tongue lick between them, little flicks that shoot straight to my clit.

“I’m going to fuck your face.” He moans, low and needy. “I want you to jerk off too.”

I step forward lifting one leg over his shoulder planting my foot firmly on the floor. I need to be well balanced for what I want to do.

His head falls back so the top of it rests against the wall at his back, lifting his mouth to me. I shift the last few inches, lining my pussy up with those wanton lips. I take hold of his face with my hands, holding him in place while I begin to grind down on him.

“Oh fuck yeah!” I breathe out as I stare down into his clear eyes.

Around and around, up and down, my hips undulate, a continuous motion, seeking pleasure, needing a fast hard come. I use his mouth, his tongue, his nose, his stubbly chin. I fuck his face and the power rushes through me like a goddamn jet plane.

I can’t get enough, I am drenched, soaking his face and he is humming his enjoyment, the vibrations ricocheting through me.

Both our rhythms falter when we hear the door go, but I continue to move on his face, pulling his hair, telling him not to stop.

Can’t stop now.

Footsteps, the squeak of a door hinge, the lock slides closed.

He is jerking off fast and hard, his tongue and mouth devouring my drenched sex. I can hardly breath.

The toilet flushes, the lock pulls back, more footsteps, a tap running. I allow myself to pull in a couple of much needed breathes. The hand dryer going on covers the sound of my wet pussy slapping against his face as I race to finish.

The dryer stops. I am dying. I slow but I can’t stop my hips from moving. Why aren’t they leaving? Get the fuck out now!! My body is tensed, every muscle clenched and straining for it.

Finally, they move towards the door. It opens…closes and I lose it.

I exhale loudly, panting and moaning as I thrust my pussy onto his mouth, grinding and circling my hips in a strong, powerful motion – finding just the right angle – just the right amount of pressure on my pulsing clit.

“Oh yeah! I’m close. I want you to come with me.” I receive a small nod of agreement as he looks at me, the feel of his arm working hard against my leg.

“Yeah, oh god, right there. Take it. So good, so fucking good.” My head falls back on my shoulders and I just can’t stop the yell of release escaping my mouth. My orgasm consumes me, my body locked into position above him.

I feel his free hand move to grip my ankle as he grunts and jerks his way through his own climax. I wish I could have watched him. He is so beautiful when he comes, but my forehead is resting against the wall and I am only just managing to stay on my feet.

My body relaxes. I finally move off his face so he can breath a little easier, lifting my leg back over his shoulder so I can kneel beside him. Reaching for some toilet tissue, I clean him up. My eyes run over his toned, muscular body, eventually meeting his adoring gaze; knowing that it is reflected in my own eyes.

 

 

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Tabitha Rayne: Erotic Author and Artist

Tabitha Rayne is an incredibly talented lady. Not only does she write steamy hot erotica, but she is also an erotic artist, entertaining blogger and a genuinely lovely person. She makes me laugh and her lovely, supportive words have made me cry (I was tired and emotional – she didn’t mean to!)

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That moment… by Tabitha Rayne

Tabitha is a member of the Brit Babes, a group of British erotica authors who have released several anthologies together. Their free book, ‘Sexy Just Walked Into Town‘, was my introduction to Tabitha and her short story ‘The Scribe’ is actually one of my all-time favourites. It is a sensual, erotic tale of a woman’s need to paint her arousal on her body until the ink drying on her skin feels like “…being licked by a tiny angel.” She has a wonderful way with words, imaginative, sometimes amusing, sometimes dark and edgy; but always hot and oh lordy does she know how to write good sex!

Her work ranges from dystopian erotic fantasy, in ‘The Meeting Place’ trilogy, to her take on billionaires, in ‘Sexy Just Got Rich‘, and naughty ghosts in ‘Mia’s Books‘. Check out her book list here. Tabitha also contributed a fantastic story to the Erotic World Book Day anthology, ‘An Intimate Education‘ (all proceeds go to the sexual health charity Brook).

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She is one of the few authors where I enjoy her blog almost as much as her stories. There was was one post that resonated with me early on and has stuck with me ever since. She wrote it around the time of the Blogger censorship debacle. The Spectre is an eloquent piece about the constrictions of censorship and the effect it has on the people who are censored. After I read that piece, my curiosity piqued, I had a look around her blog only to discover her erotic drawings. Go take a look – they’re beautiful. Long may she continue to write, draw and create because the world would be a very dull place without her work.

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From Behind by Tabitha Rayne

Thanks for reading, Rx

Taking A Tumblr

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thanks for reading,

Rebecca x

 

Review: Taken (Under the Skin #3) by Charlotte Stein

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Blurb:

It was just a prank I didn’t want to be a part of. I never meant to hurt anyone, least of all Johann Weir. You wouldn’t know that he sells literature for a living. He has these wild eyes—eyes that light something up in me—and he must be twice as big as I am, with strong, warm hands. Hands I try not to imagine everywhere.

He scares me. And thrills me.

But now the deed is done, and I have to face the consequences. He says he just wants to hold me here until the police come, but it’s been hours and I’m still here.

Chained to a pipe in his back room like a prisoner.

The only person I have to talk to is Johann, and I tell him dark, shameful secrets—secrets that involve the metal around my wrist and him standing over me. But I can’t stop. I need him to know everything. I need him.

Johann has his own secrets—ones he wants to tell me too. And more than anything, I want to listen. And maybe, before he sends me away, he’ll punish me.

Just a little.

Just enough.

My Review:

Ok, I’m not even going to hang around here. I’m just going to get it out nice and loud I LOVED THIS BOOK!!

Taken is the third novel in Charlotte Stein’s Under the Skin series (I reviewed Intrusion and Forbidden). The books are stand alone so you don’t need to have read the other two before Taken. I really enjoyed the previous two books, but this is the one that stands out for me. It’s not as dark as Intrusion, it’s not as emotionally complex as Forbidden, what it has got in spades is humour. The amazing sense of humour that made me fall in love with Charlotte Stein’s writing four years ago. It also has some really hot sexy times that for me just felt hotter because I’d been laughing my head off the page before.

Rosie and Hans’ relationship has an unusual beginning, but it quickly becomes apparent that the development of their relationship is going to be fascinating to read. There’s not a huge amount of angst in this book and do you know what? I really like that. It’s just full of awesome banter and getting to know you scenes and beautiful moments where they realise that they’re just totally meant for each other. I loved the simplicity of it all. They both mess up sometimes so it’s not all smooth sailing, but none of it feels unnecessary just to drive the plot. Yeah, it feels really natural and I really want to be friends with them. They’re funny and lovely (I know they’re imaginary, no need to worry) and I really wanted them to succeed.

I’m not going to go into the plot – just read the book. Hopefully it’ll leave you with the same lovely warm feeling that I have now. I know this will be a book that I bring out time and time again.

Thanks, Charlotte!

I received an ARC for a fair and honest review.

Taken will be released on 14th April 2015. You can pre-order it here

 

In A Hurry – #masturbationmonday

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“I just want to fuck you.”

His hands had already gone to tug at his tie while he switched his weight from foot to foot to kick his shoes off.

“I want to watch my cock sink into you, then I want to fuck you hard.”

She was struggling to breath. The thrill of excitement that rushed through her body at his words taking her breathe. Watching him, listening to him, she felt that delicious ache begin between her legs.

His eyes never left her as he undressed.

Her gaze devoured every inch of skin that he revealed. Frantically, she yanked her top over her head and shoved her jeans over her hips and kicked them off across the room.

“I want that.” She panted.

“Oh yeah, I know you do.” That sexy smile, holy shit, she’d never wanted to jump on someone so bad in her life.

His blue tie lay on the floor at his feet, his shirt was hanging open but he was struggling with the buttons on his cuffs.

She hurried to him in her underwear and smacked his hand away, “Let me do that, get your trousers off.”

His free hand went down to his belt; she heard it clink open as she managed to open the fiddly button. Her hands made quick work of the shirt and it fell to the carpet.

It was the stark hunger in his eyes that made her so wet every time.

“Get naked, Sugar, unless you want me to rip those panties off you.”

“Ok.” She croaked out, wrangling her bra off and yanking her panties off. The cool air hit her hot skin and she nearly moaned as her nipples tightened. “Hurry!”

“Oh shit, just look at you,” he groaned. “All day, all I could think about was getting you naked and fucking you.” His trousers dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them towards her.

“Me too,” she gasped. “I’ve been wet and wanting you since we talked last night.” She couldn’t keep her eyes off the bulge in his tight boxers. His cock was glorious, her mouth watered thinking about it. Later though, now they just needed to take the edge off.

“Get them off!” She held herself back. She wanted him completely naked before she touched him.

He pulled the elastic waist down and over his hard cock. It rose up thick, hard and so long it nearly touched his tummy button. He took hold of himself, quickly pumping the length of his cock before he let go with a desperate moan.

That was her cue, she launched herself at him. He caught her with his hands full of her arse, laughing as they fell backwards onto the bed.

His big hands roamed the length of the body, every stroke making her arch her back in delight. They kissed, falling into a familiar rhythm. He took hold of her thighs, spreading her wide and guided his cock to her drenched pussy.

“In you now.”

She lifted her hips, positioned herself and dropped onto his cock taking him in one swift movement. They moaned in unison, she rocked a few times but it wasn’t enough tonight. He held her as he rolled her underneath him.

“Nice and wide, baby.” He pulled out and fucked back into her so hard her breasts bounced and she lifted her arm to brace it against the wall.

“Need you to feel it… know that I missed you.”

“I do. Oh fucking hell, like that…” Her words trailed off as she literally hung on for the ride. Watching his beautiful body pound into hers, she felt power course through her body.

“Touch yourself… need to come.”

Her free hand landed between their hot, sweating bodies; her fingers covering her clit she immediately began to rub and stroke herself. She knew it wouldn’t take long. She loved the feel of his cock inside her as she took control of her orgasm. She knew just how to touch herself so they got off at the same time.

“Now.” He said as he looked down at her fingers and his cock moving in and out of her body.

“Yes!” Her hips jerked off the bed, her head arching back as she clamped down on his cock.

His head dropped, letting out a long desperate groan every muscle tensed and straining for it.

Gritting her teeth she hissed out the breath she’d been holding and felt every tendon and muscle in her body suddenly relax as she collapsed back onto the bed.

He followed her down, covering her completely. She held onto him, loving the weight of him, knowing he would move soon.

 

 

As always thanks for reading. Hop over to Kayla Lords’ site A Sexual Being for more Masturbation Monday posts.

Rx

 

Changing The Rules #masturbationmonday

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They’d been watching each other for weeks.

She knew what he looked like naked: neat little nipples, smooth, nicely muscled chest, flat stomach with a delicious treasure trail running down to the light brown hairs surrounding his cock and balls. She knew his cock stood tall and high against said flat stomach.

She knew how he liked to touch himself, long languid strokes, up and down his cock while he rubbed the flat of his other hand over his stomach and chest, intermittently pinching and pulling his nipples while he watched her.

She shivered and clenched her bottom, writhing and squirming in her office chair. She knew how he braced himself against the glass with one straight arm, legs apart when he came, spraying his come against the window. Looking straight at her with his hot, hungry eyes. Well, she imagined they were hot and hungry – he was just that bit too far away for her to tell.

She let out a frustrated sigh. She wanted to see those eyes when he came; she wanted to be looking right into them when he shot his load all over her.

She couldn’t resist slipping her hand up her top and giving her breast a quick squeeze to try and relieve the ache. What she really wanted to do was strip off, go to the big window in her living room and plaster herself against it. She wanted to spread her legs wide and finger herself till she screamed while she rubbed her tits all over the glass.

It was getting to the point where her nipples got hard just thinking about it. Oh god, had she turned into his Pavlovian pet?

She glanced at the clock. No point anyway – he didn’t get home for another hour. She hung her head in shame: had she become some kind of weird stalker?

She had watched his apartment, but then she knew he watched hers. They had a bit of a routine going, even though they’d never spoken a word to each other. Well, actually that wasn’t strictly true, they’d become quite adept at lip reading and had developed their own form of charades: “hold your tits”, “turn to the side so I can see your big cock properly”, stuff like that.

The hottest thing to date had been a few nights ago when he’d told her to sit naked on the arm of her sofa and spread her legs wide. Then he’d told her to hold herself open so he could watch her masturbating.

Fuck! She’d come so hard that night, she’d been drenched and her clit had been so sensitive it had hurt. But she’d liked it. In fact, she’d wanted something more, although she wasn’t sure what. She’d felt like she’d wanted a bit more hurt, a bit more pain, right there between her legs on her throbbing clit.

The space between them was beginning to bring frustration, rather than the thrill and gratification it had started with. She wondered for the hundredth time how to suggest they get together rather than continue this mutual masturbation distance learning course they appeared to be on. They had both passed with distinction, it was time for the advanced class now.

While she was thinking she was doodling on her notepad: words, feelings, wants, she even managed a dodgy picture of his cock. That got scribbled out quick sharp, but when she finally snapped out of her daze there were two words repeated over and over.

She took a fresh piece of paper with a black marker pen and wrote the words in big, bold letters. Checking the clock again, she realised it was nearly time. She stood up, pushed her chair back and began to unbutton her blouse.

 

As always, thanks so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed it 😉 Get yourself over to Kayla Lords blog and check out the rest of the contributions for Masturbation Monday. Rx

 

Naughty Girl – #masturbationmonday

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I haven’t had any panties on all day…” she whispered in his ear as she walked past him trailing her hand across his shoulders.

“You little minx.” He murmured, slowly lowering the document he was reading. Setting it down on the hall table, he placed his briefcase on the floor. Loosening his tie he followed her into the kitchen.

She had her back to him, on tiptoe reaching high for a wine glass, her skirt lifting temptingly up her soft, pale thigh.

Slowly walking towards her, his eyes roamed over her curves, resting on her full, round bottom. The thought of her walking around all day with nothing underneath that skirt was enough to make his cock twitch.

Naughty, beautiful girl.

He came to a stop behind her. Hesitating slightly, she took hold of the glass. He let her set it on the counter before he placed his hands on either side of her, surrounding her.

He lowered his mouth to her ear. “What should I do with you?” His lips grazed her neck eliciting a shiver through her body and he smiled. She was on edge and she only had herself to blame. He should leave her alone for a while, make her suffer a bit, but the thought of what was under that skirt had him hard and wanting.

“Have you been thinking about my cock all day?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said primly.

“I bet you’ve been wet and slippery all day, haven’t you?” He stood back a little so his hand could stroke over her arse. He heard her breath catch and saw her hands gripping the edge of the kitchen counter.

“Maybe a little.” She replied coyly.

“I bet you’re aching for it now – all throbbing and swollen – just desperate to come.” His hand swept down her leg until he reached the bottom of her skirt. He took hold of it and slowly pulled it up her thighs, watching as her legs and bottom were revealed, licking his lips as he took in the beautiful curve and fullness.

God he loved her arse. He could play with it for hours, licking, biting, smacking it.

Time for that later though. Right now his woman was panting, squirming and desperate.

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes.” She whispered, all attempt at levity gone now.

“Spread your legs and push out that gorgeous bottom.”

“Oh god!” She moaned, immediately doing as he directed.

There was something about her in that position that just blew his fucking mind. Straight legs, spread shoulder width apart; bent forward with her head down, arse on full display. Waiting.

He clenched and flexed his hand, stretching his fingers wide. He knew what she needed.

The first smack drew a gasp from her and left a perfect rosy hand print on her skin. The sixth had her chanting, “Oh god! Oh god!” over and over, and by the twelfth her head was down and she was panting, hard. He knew she was close as he could see the wetness between her legs. His cock was straining to be free of his trousers, but he was going to hold on a little bit longer.

This first one was for her.

He spanked her again, moving his other hand around her body to touch her clit. He rubbed it hard, spanking her all over her already pink cheeks.

Her head flew back and she moaned long and loud.

She could do better than that.

He kicked her feet further apart, landing two swift slaps directly between her legs. His fingers returned to her clit – rubbing and circling.

She screamed out her pleasure.

He smiled. That was much better.

 

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The Morning After #EWBD

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So it’s the morning after and I think the adrenaline that has kept me going for the past 5 weeks has started to wear off. Crash, bang, wallop! There may have been a few tears, but they were triggered by the kind words of the lovely Tabitha Rayne. So not such a bad thing really.

What a wild and crazy ride the past month has been. We went from Emily Dubberley’s small message on Facebook saying, what about celebrating erotica on World Book Day? To hundreds of people being involved in the discussion group, writing a story then editing 21 more for the anthology, the stress of trying to get it ready and uploaded in time for the party (Kev Blisse you’re awesome), getting Brook on board, preparing for the Facebook party, hosting part of it, people / organisations donating over £1500 worth of prizes (Cara Sutra you’re amazing) and getting mentioned in loads of blogs and the national press!!! My head is spinning.

The amount of people who have been involved has been staggering and everyone has worked so hard to pull everything together, tweeting and sharing posts and getting the word out about what we were trying to do. The erotica community is strong and supportive; I’m so proud and happy to be a part of it.

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Anyway, if you missed it, we had the Erotic World Book Day Party on Facebook last night where we launched An Intimate Education: an anthology of 22 stories from some truly fantastic erotic authors. It’s climbing the Amazon charts as we speak after an absolutely fantastic response from people last night. All profits go to Brook, a sexual health education charity for young people. They do great work and I’m really happy to be part of something that’s raising money for them.

We also released the list that we compiled over the last month 100 Modern Erotic Classics That you’ve Never Heard Of. What I love the most about this list is its diversity, there’s something on there for everyone. It caters to different kinks, sexualities and fantasies. I’m going to be working my way through it over the next year.

The party is over but we still have work to do. It’s looking like #EWBD will be back next year. Just think what we’ll be able to do with so much time to plan! Exciting times ahead. Here’s the website if you want to keep up with what we’re doing. eroticworldbookday.co.uk

Thank you for all your support and a massive shout out to Emily Dubberley who drove it all forwards to make the idea a reality!

Rebecca x

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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

 

 

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