His Fantasy – #masturbationmonday

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I watch you work your long, hard cock. You take your time, getting into it. I give your ear a little flick with my tongue to get the involuntary shiver that you just can’t help. I smile, so sensitive, so sexy.

I love watching you. There are no inhibitions between us, we’ve been together too long for that; seen too much of each other. All the dark corners as well as the bright, open spaces.

I love you deeply. Watching you as you work towards orgasm, towards the pleasure we both know is imminent, is one of my favourite things.

I run my hand through the soft hairs on your chest, circle your little nipple, pinching it a little before I work my way down to your stomach.

“What are you thinking about?” I whisper into your ear, leaving a trail of hot breath behind. You roll your shoulder towards the place I’ve left behind.

We like to whisper delicious fantasies to each other while we fuck or get ourselves off. Whatever takes our fancy at the time. We have our cache of favourites, ones that work every time, but tonight you surprise me.

“I want to watch you spank another woman.”

Mmm, naughty and new – I like it.

Your hand has sped up.

“Tell me.” I murmur into your neck, as I lick a wet line up and down the corded muscle there.

Normally you’re more than up for some serious detail, but tonight you go quiet. You’re in the mood for a story.

I shift my naked body so that my head rests on the pillow, my lips right by your ear. I won’t touch you much now, my words will work their way into your gorgeous mind and down into your cock.

I begin.

“She’s naked, laid across my knees with her sexy, round arse up in the air. She’s tense. nervous. This is the first time.”

You let out a little breathy moan. “She wants it though.”

“Oh yes. She wants it alright, I can see the shimmer of her arousal on the inside of her thighs. My hands are itching to mark her flawless, pale skin. She tries to rub herself against my thigh, I give her a quick, sharp smack and tell her to hold still. I look at you, sat in the chair opposite us. You’ve unzipped your trousers and have your cock in your hand. You nod your head to begin.”

“Do it.” A whisper of sound.

“I raise my hand and tell her to brace herself. She pleads with me to start, desperate little pants rack her body. I make you both wait a moment more, my eyes on the flesh that’s calling my name. The moment my hand connects with her skin she moans long and loud and I know she’s not going to last long.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

I hardly notice the sting on my hand because I am mesmerised by the rosy flush beginning to cover her arse. She wiggles and opens her legs, just enough for me to run my fingers up her wet slit. You groan and I see you speed up the motion on your cock. I rain four, five, six more slaps on her bottom making sure to spread them out. I love spanking the bottom curve and watching her flesh move and shake. She is whimpering now, she wants to come.”

“Fuck, yes.” You groan, I can hear your hand shuttling up and down your cock now. Muscles tense, straining, you intermittently hold your breath then let it out in a big rush.

You want to come too, and I want you to.

“No mercy now.

I keep spanking her until she can’t control her wanton movements. She wriggles and squirms, humps and grinds, begs and pleads for me to finish it. I look at your flushed face, you are watching this tableau. It is for you.

Your dark eyes meet mine: a nod.

That’s my cue, I tell her to spread her legs. She doesn’t hesitate. I thrust two fingers inside her. Her head flies up, the scream that is wrenched from her is all the reward we need. You watch me make her come, her body twisting and shuddering, too much for it to contain.

I look up to see you stroking the head of your cock, a fast, jerky rhythm that I know is the prelude to the end.”

“Oh god! I’m coming now. Oh fuck that’s it….”

“You can see that she has come hard, all over my hand. White ribbons shoot onto your stomach…” You hold your breath now, stomach clenching as you vibrate and twitch your way through a long satisfying orgasm. I feel a warm wetness on my side and smile.

Thanks for reading. You know the drill, head over to Kayla’s site A Sexual Being to check out the other Masturbation Monday posts. If you like this story why not stay and have a look at my other erotic shorts. There’s quite a variety…

Rebecca x

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.

 

Thanks for reading! Check out more offerings for Masturbation Monday at Kayla Lords’ site A Sexual Being

 

 

Review and Excerpt: Madame Gretchen by Kayla Lords

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

Blurb:

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

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

Their limits will be stretched and their desires uncovered.

My Review: 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Here’s an excerpt:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Author Bio:

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

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

Purchase Links:

Amazon: http://getbook.at/Madame

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Tell Me – #masturbationmonday

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I walk into our apartment to find him sat in a chair facing the window. He has taken off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. The city lights are laid out before us; he has fucked me many times pressed against that window. I know he likes the view.

He turns his head towards me with a smile. “I’ve been waiting for you. Come here, baby.”

I drop my bag and walk towards him as I unbutton my coat. It is cold outside, so my fingers are a little stiff, but the sight of him gets my blood racing.

He is beautiful and he is mine.

I shrug out of my coat and throw it onto the sofa. Standing behind him, I wrap my arms around him and kiss his cheek, leaving my chin resting on his shoulder. We stare at the cityscape for a few moments; the silence is comfortable but there is a buzz of anticipation in the air.

“Come sit with me.”

He takes hold of my hand and pulls me round to sit on his knees, hooking my legs over the arm of the chair. I am surrounded by him now, his arms around me, my head resting on his broad, muscular chest. I raise my hand to caress his cheek, his stubble is rough after a long day at work. Loving the abrasion, my fingers move down his neck to rest on his pulse. It is wonderfully strong and beats a matching rhythm with my own.

His hand begins to move over my body. Very softly along my raised arm until he sweeps down to cup the fullness of my breasts. My breath hitches a little as he moves to take my nipple between his fingers, gently rolling and pulling.

I lift my face to him. I clench my thighs together when I see the look on his face. His eyes are dark and glittering with intent. I can see the evidence of his need there; his jaw flexes as my eyes fall to his mouth. His lips glisten where his tongue has just been. I lick my lips in response, wanting to feel them against mine.

“Tell me what you want…”

His words send a shiver of excitement through me.

He is feeling generous tonight.

A bounty of images flit through my mind; so many things that I want him to do to me.

“I want you to kiss me for hours, I want to lose myself in it, in you.”

“Yes,” his eyes devour my lips then reluctantly rise to meet mine, “what else?”

“I want you to take all my clothes off. I will lie down on the bed on my front while you stroke every inch of me. I want to feel your hands on my skin, their roughness along the length of my back and down my legs. Then I want you to slowly move back up my legs to my bottom…”

“I’m glad you went back to that.” His eyebrow arches as his lips twitch a little.

“Oh, I’m not going to miss that out. That’s the best bit…” I give him an answering cheeky smile. “…I want you to stroke me there, rub me and squeeze me. I want you to kiss it, lick it and bite it. Then when I’m panting and begging you, I want you to spank it, hard, all over; until it is rosy pink and the burning heat has me squirming and desperate.”

His breathing is ragged now and I can feel a hard pressure against my thigh. His hand has moved down to press between my legs, the material of my trousers impeding the touch that I want so badly.

“I will open my legs, my bottom bouncing, looking for more. You’ll be able to see how wet I am…”

“Fuck, yes! Then what?”

“Then I will tell you to fuck me. I want to feel your long, hard cock deep inside me, stretching me and owning me. I want it deep and hard, fast and slow. I want your body covering mine, your hand in my hair. I want to feel your skin against mine, your breath on my face and neck. I want to know that you want it as much as I do. I want you to tell me. I want you to come deep inside me, make me feel it.”

“There’s nothing I want more.”

I smile my love for him because I know it is true; deep down where my most vulnerable self resides, I know that he always will.

I shriek as his arms go under my legs. He lifts me as he jumps up from the chair and then races to our bedroom.

 

Thanks for reading. You know the drill – if you want to read more Masturbation Monday contributions check out Kayla Lords’ site A sexual Being

Rebecca x

 

 

A Thousand Little Pieces – #masturbationmonday

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.” She breathed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Smack! Smack! Smack!

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

Smack! Smack! Smack!

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

“Oh god! Please finish this, please…”

Her legs trembled and she hung her head, panting.

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

“Now! Give it to me now!”

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

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

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

Three of the Best – Erotica Authors #1

No reviews or blurbs on this page. Just the title and author info so you can go and explore for yourself if you so desire. I haven’t read all the books that these authors have written. I’m only recommending the ones that I have read.

I love finding a good new author with an extensive back catalogue to work through. Hopefully, you’ll find something you like here.

In this post: Charlotte Stein, Cara McKenna and Misha Horne.


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Charlotte Steinwww.charlottestein.net also find her on twitter @Charlotte_Stein

I love Stein’s books. She has a unique voice. Often writing in first person point of view, the reader gets a very intimate insight into the characters feelings and sexual encounters. Intelligent and at times laugh out loud funny her books are just a hot joy to read. A go to author for me.

She writes mainly M/F and menage; the best of which are bisexual – HOT that’s all I’m saying. Stein has over thirty short stories, novellas and novels so there’s a wide selection to choose from.

My best picks for Charlotte’s books are:

Make Me – M/M/F bisexual menage. One of my all time favourite books. So hot and intense. Love it!

All Other Things – M/M/F bisexual menage

Control – menage (small elements of M/M/F bisexuality). All I’m saying is “Oh, Gabe” (sigh).

Telling Tales – M/M/F bisexual menage (threesome and M/M/F/F foursome).

Intrusion – M/F new series called Under The Skin. Darker than usual with the hint of a thriller. Other books due out in this series.

Curve Ball – M/F


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Cara McKenna: www.caramckenna.com also find her on twitter @caramckenna

I’m a BIG fan of McKenna’s books: they’re intelligent, dark, edgy and seriously hot. She’s good with blue collar alpha males. They’re often a bit mean and a bit moody but they’ve got big hearts and ultimately give their partners what they want in the sack *shiver* works for me every time. The first book of hers I read was ‘Willing Victim’ it blew me away. She has a real talent for exploring the sexual psychology of her main characters. You really understand their sexual journey. It’s not always a comfortable journey but it’s always worth it. I fall in love with her rough and ready characters every time. Again, she has a decent sized back catalogue, so here are a few I really like to get you going.

My best picks for Cara’s books are:

Dirty Thirty M/M/F bisexual menage. This is just an awesomely hot book. One of my all time favourites in this sub genre.

After Hours – M/F

Willing Victim – M/F

Backwoods / Shivaree / Getaway – M/M and M/M/F bisexual menage. HOT!!! Shane was the one who did it for me in these books.

Hard Times – M/F


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Misha Horne: Amazon page also find her on twitter @mishahornebooks

Misha is a new author I discovered through twitter. I’m pretty new to M/M erotica but it’s rapidly becoming a favourite sub-genre. She writes M/M stories with a lot of spicy spanking going on! Her Benched series is HOT! Baseball, hot men and – well… spanking. What more do you want?? I love her books and I hope you will too.

My best picks for Misha’s books are:

Benched #1 (series of 4 currently) – M/M

Smart Boy – M/M written with AJ Sisko. They have plans to write more together in 2015.

Bad Boys Get Spanked (Gay spanking bundle) – M/M