Fireworks #masturbationmonday

Hello!

Yesterday was the first anniversary of my blog – so I’m running a giveaway. Copies of my books are up for grabs all you’ve got to do is leave a comment about your favourite erotic short. I hope you’ll join in!

Rebecca x

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Fireworks

Ellie and I stand in the kitchen and let the party come to us. It’s always the best room in the house so we staked our claim early doors.

It’s the third Christmas do this week and we’re basically going from one hangover to another. Wham! are singing about last Christmas and losing their heart the very next day reminding me of school discos and shy kisses. It never gets old that one, but I don’t like to dwell on the past. I like to live in the moment and right now I must admit to feeling a little restless.

I watch Lucas walk in and grab a handful of dry roasted peanuts and a bottle of Speckled Hen. I like how those jeans hug his arse and how his legs just seem to go on for ever.

“I’m bored,” I whisper in Ellie’s ear.

She follows my gaze and I see a little smile tug at her mouth when her eyes land on the best arse this side of the Pennines.

Lucas looks up and catches me ogling his arse. I’m not phased – it does after all – belong to me.

“Get your fine arse over here, Lucas.”

He saunters over trying to look like he’s got a choice. I try not to laugh. He’s too cute.

“Ladies…”

Lucas’ words trail off as our hosts announce fireworks are about to be set off in the back garden. Drinks are topped up, coats grabbed and everyone clears out with murmurs of excitement.

All except Ellie, Lucas and I.

I think an opportunity has just presented itself.

I look at Ellie and tilt my head to one side. We’ve known each other for a while and I’m pretty sure she’ll be into this, but one can never be entirely sure until the words are said – the desire stated loud and clear.

“What are you thinking?” She asks clearly understanding that we are at our own little crossroads.

I’m not much for subtlety at the best of times. I find blunt and to the point gets me what I want more often than not.

So I meet her eyes and say, “I’m thinking I want to see Lucas on his knees with his face between your legs.” I see the excitement flare in her eyes and the blush stain her cheeks and hold my breath.

Lucas takes a step closer to me. I can practically feel him vibrating with excitement. His whispered words in our dark bedroom are hopefully about to come true.

Ellie looks at Lucas. She wants him; it’s clear to see, but she’s hesitating.

I wait.

My hand goes to the back of Lucas’ neck and I pull him in for a slow, deep kiss. My eyes are open but I’m not looking at Lucas, I’m looking at Ellie. I lick into his mouth, deep, then suck on his top lip and listen to him moan. I love giving him what he wants.

Her eyes move from the kiss to mine as she says, “Get on your knees, Lucas” and delivers an early Christmas present.

I blink and he’s already on the floor pushing her skirt up. The colour is high on his cheeks and he is so fucking eager. It’s beautiful. He wants to show her how good he is, he wants to make me proud. There’s no shame in that. No, the shame he feels is in his need to be used – objectified. It’s that little twist in his gut that gets him off. That and being watched.

He licks her over black satin. I circle behind him, watching his head bob and move on her, seeing Ellie bite her lower lip, knowing he has struck gold straight away.

Fireworks pop like gunfire to a loud cheer from the crowd.

“There isn’t much time, Lucas. Get her knickers off.”

He hooks his fingers into the black satin and pulls them down over her hips. Quickly, she kicks them off one foot and opens her legs for him. I see neatly trimmed black curls and Lucas’ fingers spreading her open. She is shiny and pink and I feel my mouth water as my eyes roam over her heaving tits and her flushed cheeks.

I realise this isn’t just Lucas’ Christmas present. I feel the need to dominate them both rush through my body. I want to orchestrate each move, hold her down with my hands and the weight of my body while Lucas fucks her. I want to sit back and watch his cock sink into her body.

I take a deep breath and rein myself in. Now isn’t the time.

Her hand is in his hair and she’s watching what he’s doing to her. Holding his face tight against her, he sucks and licks her clit. Her hips roll and thrust against him seeking friction, seeking to get what she needs from the man at her feet. 

“Oh God! I’m close….”

She lifts her head with effort to look at me.

“Ride his face, Ellie. Use him however you want. Get off on him, that’s what he’s there for.” My quiet encouragement is all she needs.

She uses both hands to hold his head and demands he hold his tongue out. “Yes, like that. Just like that.” She whispers as she grinds on his face. It quickly becomes a frenzy of movement and muffled sounds.

A high piercing whistle, followed by a series of bangs, barely register as I walk towards Ellie. I stand by her side and look down at my boyfriend’s glistening flushed face. His eyes are glazed with lust and his dick is pressed uncomfortably against the fly of his jeans.

He is a picture of debauchery and it is such a beautiful image.

Lucas is working hard for her and I want payment.

I take hold of her face and turn her towards me. She opens her mouth and shouts her orgasm into mine.

It really is the most wonderful time of the year.


Thanks for reading!

Head on over to Kayla’s place for loads more Masturbation Monday goodness. I’m also posting this for the #AwesomeChristmasErotica meme that Exhibit A is running through December. Have a look at the other posts and get in the mood for Christmas 😉

Rebecca x

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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Review: Tie Me Up edited by F Leonora Solomon

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Blurb:

B is for bondage in BDSM, and Tie Me Up is the perfect place to explore just that.

The 19 stories in this anthology do not fetishize bondage. Instead, Tie Me Up shows how couples explore it as a sexy romantic option–sexy underscored!

New and seasoned authors fill this anthology with steamy tales that will keep you tied up…unable to put this collection down!

My review:

This might be a bit of a struggle to write because I’m still fanning myself and considering a quick trip upstairs to sort myself out.

This anthology is good and I mean really good.

I’ve read a lot of anthologies, so many have only one or two decent stories, then I end up skipping a load and wondering why I bothered to waste my money. Not this one. This is a collection of consistently great stories that F. Leonora Solomon has put together. The writing is high quality and the authors have taken the brief and run with it in exciting and very interesting ways.

I had my favourites: Oleander Plume’s ‘Cops and Robbers’, Jane Gilbert’s ‘By A Thread’, Tomio Hall-Black’s ‘What Isn’t Necessary Is’ to name a few. But to be honest there were so many good stories in here it’s hard for me to single them out.

I really liked how the authors explored the use of bondage within relationships. There’s plenty of variations on the theme to keep it interesting from Femdom action (always love that) to sky diving (brilliantly unique slant), LGBT, a harem and multiple partners (another one of my favourites – you can see why I loved this, right?)

I’d really recommend this book, not just to those bondage lovers out there, but also if you’ve got a little germ of an idea brewing in the back of your mind that you’d like to try something new. Lots of great ideas in here!

Rebecca x

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

 

A World of Erotica: Beyond 50 Shades

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With the upcoming film release of 50 Shades everyone’s either talking about it or trying to ignore it. Apparently, even fire-fighters are ready for the erotic onslaught http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-london-31428072! There have been some insightful blogs (see girlonthenet) and some hilarious 50 Shades inspired articles and videos (see Krista McHarden’s Cosmo piece and the Trojan condom ad).

The silver-tie-laden bandwagon is fast rolling into every town to deliver spanks and a little lashing of media sensation. But is the controversy worth it? Crucially, are the books worth reading? Will the film be worth watching?

I fall firmly into the –  I read the books, (once 3 years ago). I liked them (didn’t love them), I’ll go and see the film – to see how they handle the content and because I want to be able to form my own opinion rather than read other people’s – camp.

I have no issue with people who love the 50 Shades series (my mother-in-law has just finished reading them for the third time!) and I don’t want people telling me what I should and shouldn’t read; what I should or shouldn’t like. If they did, there’d be no gentle initiation – they’d get a clear and distinct “Fuck Off!” from me.

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Like many readers, it was one of the first books that I read that involved BDSM. It whet my appetite for more and I rapidly realised from reading more complex books that 50 Shades is only the tip of the iceberg as far as D/s relationships go in erotica.

My only issue with it, and really my issue is with the media rather than the book, is that society has reduced erotica down to this singular series of books. We need to look beyond billionaires (when did being a millionaire not measure up by the way?), grey ties and bondage paraphernalia (although it does have its moments *cough*).

It wasn’t just Christian’s ‘red room of pain’ door that was opened – a world of erotica has beckoned for many. That is a good thing. Let freedom ring with the sound of chains on bedposts!

Erotica is such an incredibly diverse genre, from BDSM to paranormal, menage to an amazing range of LGBT stories. I am a passionate reader and writer of erotica. I love it and wish that it was more widely acceptable. But recently I found out that an online friend has been turned down for a job because she reads and blogs about erotica. So even though everyone and their mother-in-law has read 50 Shades, we’re still not really ‘ok’ with it. (That’s a whole other blog).

It’s a crazy world and I don’t pretend to understand it half the time. But what I will do is promote erotica in my little space on the net for all I’m worth. I get excited about some books and I love to share that. I think it’s fantastic when another reader loves a book that I recommend; I’d just love to see some of these books that I love hitting the best seller lists too.

So here’s the main point of this blog, forget the Fifty Shades furore for a moment. There’s something more promising than watching a dysfunctional billionaire and it is happening on March the 5th.

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It is my hope that as many of you as possible will join me and an amazing range of erotic writers on March 5th to celebrate Erotic World Book Day. Go and like the page and we’ll keep you posted about the upcoming event. Some fantastic British authors are involved, Emily Dubberley, Lucy Felthouse, Maxim Jacubowski, Cara Sutra (award winning sex blogger) and plenty from the other side of the pond.

We’ll be producing a Top 100 Contemporary Erotica Books list, and most exciting of all an anthology ‘An Intimate Education’ (all proceeds going to the fantastic sexual health charity – Brook). There will be a Facebook party, amazing prizes and giveaways (seriously the prizes are awesome lots of sex toys and books) There will also be lots of naughtiness and huge potential for spanking innuendo!

We should harness the attention being lavished on the erotic tale of Anastasia and take people beyond 50 Shades into the spankingly exciting world of the erotica books we know and love. Come and share that love with us on March 5th and find some new erotic books to read.

Rebecca x

5* Review: ‘The Silk Tie’ by Lily Harlem

A little background first… Lily Harlem is one eighth of the fantastic Brit Babes. She has an amazing variety of books in her back catalogue and also writes as Harlem Dae with Natalie Dae. Phew! So many books to read and lots of books due for release this year too.

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I’ve just finished reading Lily’s book ‘The Silk Tie’ and it’s left me with an ache in my chest. You know the ones you get when you finish a book and you didn’t want it to end? I loved this book. It’s a keeper and will be re-read in its entirety, and sometimes in parts (you know which bits I’m talking about *wink*), over and over again.

I love reading about different kinks and finding new ones that I didn’t know about, expanding my sexual knowledge so to speak; but sometimes I just need to read a book that explores my own fantasies and kinks.

Well, let’s just say ‘The Silk Tie’ stimulates pretty much every nerve-ending for me. Bisexual menage, voyeurism, lots of M/M action, female dominating both men (pegging)…. is it hot in here?!

Lily writes bisexual menage with flair. The sex scenes are explicit and dirty. The dialogue is filthy, they watch each other fuck and talk about it. That’s one of my most favourite things and Ms Harlem does it with style. So many menage stories leave me feeling nothing because it’s A put his dick in that hole then B put his dick in that hole then C sucked A… you get the picture.

A large part of the menage fantasy for me is the voyeuristic aspect; watching the action as well as being part of it. But it’s not just the visual is it? I want to know what they feel about what they see; I want to hear them verbalise it too.

So tell me, in as filthy a way as possible, please. Lily does that in this book. She had me squirming and flushed. Winner!

It’s always interesting to see how an author deals with the existence of a third in a menage relationship. The emotions involved are complex, I think, and some menage stories overlook them. You get a real sense of the soul-searching involved for this couple, before they invite the third into their relationship and during it’s early stages. I did feel it was a little unrealistic that Haley felt no jealousy when she discovered her husband had feelings for another person. I certainly would have, even if I found the thought of it exciting and arousing. In the main, it’s a small criticism.

There is a definite sequence of events that keeps the story moving at a good pace and develops the relationships between the three central characters. We see a little of their daily working lives which rounds the characters out nicely, but for the most part the book is all about the events leading to the sex: which is exactly how I wanted it! No skim reading to the good bits because there’s plenty of them.

The thing with erotica is, you can recognise quality writing but still not love the book, still not get turned on by the words. When you find one that makes you feel it, each and every filthy, lusty word, it’s a little bit of heaven.

For me, great erotica is about an emotional connection with the characters as well as a physical response to their story. ‘The Silk Tie’ gave me that and more. So I’m giving it 5 very shiny stars ***** a highly recommended read.


‘The Silk Tie’ is self-published and only available on Amazon.

Find Lily’s book list and future releases at www.lilyharlem.com Keep up with her on twitter @lily_harlem and Facebook

 

 

First Sight – #masturbationmonday

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The hot water beats down my back and neck in stark contrast to the cold tiles under my hand braced against the wall. My head has fallen forward watching my working hand sweep up and down my long, hard cock.

Only one thing is on my mind. Jack. My new flatmate.

I hold myself tight, thrusting my cock through my fist.

Fuck! That feels good.

I can see him on his knees in the steam, feel his hot mouth, those full lips forming a tight seal around the head as he sucks and flicks his clever tongue over the most sensitive part of it. I want to fuck that mouth, I want to own it, own him.

Shit!

My head falls back on my shoulders, the water spraying over my head. My eyes are squeezed shut; my breathing ragged as my balls tighten up and I get ready to come. I’m so close now: ass clenched and stomach taut.

The sound of the door closing snaps my eyes open. Through the steam on the shower door I see Jack’s searing gaze riveted on my cock.

What the fuck?!

He doesn’t even blink. Just keeps watching.

His intense stare is fuelling my orgasm. My hand has a life of its own now.

I can’t stop.

My cock feels like it’s going to explode. I can’t believe he hasn’t run out of the room. I was so sure he wasn’t interested; so sure he was straight.

I’m jerking the head faster now. I want to come for him and I know he wants to see it.

His dark eyes flick up to meet mine briefly. The hunger I see there finishes me off. My cock can’t take any more: it burns and throbs needing release.

Suddenly, it’s there. I hunch over slightly, but keep my eyes on him as I frantically work my cock.

“Fuck!” I gasp.

I feel my come rush out of my cock – a deep throb and pulse as streams of it shoot out to cover my hand over and over – falling into the water at my feet.

One more slow, languid stroke up and down my cock and I take a deep breath. Jack’s eyes follow the movement of my hand, then burn a trail up my body until they reach my face. They linger on my mouth – then slowly, steadily meet mine.

God! I can’t believe it. He knows what’s coming and he wants it.

I feel my body relax as my control returns. I stand tall and watch him, watch me. A small smile on my lips. I’m fairly sure I’m about to be the first man to touch him and I’m going to touch him everywhere. I have some serious plans for that cock that I can see bulging in the front of his jeans and that ass that I know fills his jeans perfectly.

I’m going to have it all and I’m going to make sure he loves every second of it.

I turn off the water. The sudden silence in the room only highlights what’s about to happen. I step out of the shower, I feel every drop of water running down my body. Every inch of me is ready for this. My hands tingle in anticipation; my mouth salivates at the prospect of tasting his skin, his cock, his ass.

I want him.

Now.

My eyes lock onto his. I see a flicker of apprehension but it soon passes, replaced by white hot lust. I step towards him. He holds his ground.

Good.

He is a couple of inches shorter than my six foot two. I feel his breath on my neck, surprised to feel goose bumps form in it’s path. It’s been a long time since anyone affected me this way.

“Tell me what to do.”

I lift my hand to cup his face, stroking my thumb firmly across his full lower lip. I press down demanding entry, pushing my thumb into the hot, wet depth of his mouth. My cock starts to harden again.

“Oh, I will.” I reply.

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Watch Me

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I wrote this last week as a guest post for Kayla Lords’ #masturbationmonday.

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I can’t seem to blink, never mind stop looking. I can’t stop watching your hand and your cock and the things your hand is doing to your long, thick beautiful cock.

Oh god. That is so hot.

Every glide and sweep, up and over the head. I feel it between my legs. I am beginning to ache and I know I am wet. My pussy lips slip and slide against each other as my thighs clench involuntarily. I can’t move; I can barely breath. I feel a little unsteady and brace my hand on the wall.

The door is open just enough to see you and I want to watch you finish. I hold my breath and slip my hand down my pajama bottoms and stealthily, softly begin to rub my clit in time with your strokes.

Your long, muscular legs are open wide and your hips are moving a little now – does that mean you’re getting close? You’re starting to fuck your fist. Your beautiful eyes are closed and I am glad but I wish I could see the heat there. I wish I could see them glaze over as you come.

You moan. It is a small needy sound and it nearly brings me to my knees. You want this so badly and I want to see you do this. I want to watch you give in to it.

I know I should leave. This is a private moment and I am not invited, but I cannot move my feet. I need to see those silken ropes of come shoot out of that gorgeous cock. I want to see that body climax. I want to see you do it.

Go on. Oh god, give it to me.

My eyes drift up your body to see every muscle tight and straining. The arm you are using is a work of art: bicep and forearm flexing. I want to run my hand along the defining lines until I reach your hand. I want to stroke your fingers and feel your hard, thick cock pulse and swell as it gets ready to come.

Your other hand has its own pattern as it rubs along your tight stomach, backwards and forwards, once, twice then down and around your cock and balls. Your long fingers trail gently between your legs.

Fuck, I bet that feels good.

It looks like nothing has ever felt better.

I dip my fingers down into my drenched pussy and slowly circle the warm honey over my swollen clit. I can hardly touch myself knowing that I could come at any moment. But I want to come with you, so I tease myself and concentrate on trying to stay silent.

You’re close. I can tell. Your hand speeds up and your whole body tenses. Your head goes back into the pillow as you grit your teeth. You look like you are in pain but I know it is the best kind.

Your spare hand grips the sheet now and your working hand is concentrating on the head of your cock. It must be so sensitive there now. You’re desperately reaching for it, almost ready, almost there. I can feel how close you are as I move my fingers back to give direct contact to my clit.

The burning pleasure is almost too much to take but I make myself rub there, keeping myself on edge, ready to come with you.

Suddenly, you moan long and loud. Your head curls into your chest as your stomach clenches, every muscle in your body taught and working for your pleasure.

I rub my clit quickly, over and over and climax hard as I watch your come shoot out onto your hard stomach and chest.

Your eyes are squeezed shut and you are holding your breath with me. Over and over you shoot until finally your body relaxes. You sag back onto the bed with a loud exhale as I feel the evidence of my orgasm trickle down my leg. Aftershocks continue to ripple through our bodies as my pussy contracts around my fingers and you fist your cock one last time.

I release a shaky but quiet gush of air as your fingers go to your stomach, idly playing and spreading your come over and around your tummy button. My heart thumps an erratic rhythm in my chest. My legs are weak. I know I am covered in a full body flush.

I need to move now, go back to my room; there is no way I could hide what I’ve just done. But I still can’t seem to move my feet and I can’t resist just one more stroke around my clit as I watch you.

Oh shit, once wasn’t anywhere near enough. My eyes travel up the length of your body to see you looking sated and satisfied.

Your eyes open and before I register what is happening you turn your head towards the door and smile.

by Rebecca Black