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

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.

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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

A Year Already? (1st Anniversary #giveaway)

So back in November I got an email from WordPress saying that my subscription was coming up for annual renewal. I was like, what?! I’ve been writing nearly a year, already? Rebecca Black is one year old!! Actually that sounds a bit weird… but you know what I mean.

A year ago today I published my first post. It’s been a busy year: 45 erotic shorts (mainly Masturbation Monday posts), the whole Erotic World Book Day shabang, joining the Cliterati team, 2 books published and 4 short stories to be published in anthologies in 2016. Feels good to write those words I’ve got to say. One of the best years of my life really. I’m working hard and it feels good. My brain is back, after two kids I thought it had left for good!

I just want to say a big thank you to anyone who has read or commented on my posts. It means a lot and ultimately keeps me motivated to write more. I appreciate every last one of you sexy, kinky people!!

I’ve made some wonderful friends this past year too; like minded people who are so kind and generous with their support. I feel very lucky to know you all.

I have a few things on the go at the moment so hopefully there will be more books published this year. One story was inspired by a Masturbation Monday short called Drawn To You (beards and tattoos need I say more?!) and another is an anthology of flash fiction and short stories. I’m not sure how that one will pan out, I may need to self-publish it so that will be another foray into the unknown. Then I’m 30,000 words into a full length novel. Organised writers will read this and roll their eyes I’m sure, but it seems to be the way I work. I like different stuff going on at the same time. Variety is the spice of life, right?

So to celebrate my 1st anniversary I’m having a giveaway….

The prizes are a copy of A Taste For Three or Let’s Ride (both ebooks). I will randomly pick 2 people who care to take the time to tell me in the comments, the title of their favourite erotic short that I’ve written this year. They’re all listed here. If you want to say why, then that might just increase your chances!! I’ll announce the winners on Christmas Eve – 24th December 2015.

Good luck!

Well, all that’s left to say is –  I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas if you celebrate it –  and all the best for 2016!

Take care out there….

Rebecca xxx

       

 

 

Delivering Christmas with Kay Jaybee @kay_jaybee

I’m so happy to welcome the very lovely Kay Jaybee today. She doesn’t need much of an introduction but I’m going to do one anyway!

She is the winner of the ETO Best Erotica Writer Award 2015, the author of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy plus many more wonderful books, she’s a member of the Brit Babes and has been a great support to me over this past year. Successful authors don’t need to bother with new wannabe writers but Kay has always been generous with her time and words of support and for that I am truly grateful.

Anyway, let’s get to the good stuff! Hot, sexy Christmas stories – I’m in!!

PS I’ve already read Not Her Type and it is steamy hot, people! Now I’m off to get Christmas Kink 🙂

Take it away Kay….

Delivering Christmas

Ever since I started to write erotica eleven years ago, I have written an annual Christmas story. When the much missed Oysters and Chocolate erotica site was alive and kicking, I provided the festive tale each and every year- and I just loved writing them. So much so, that not only did I pen them a short tale every December, but I also set my novella, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (available as an eBook or paperback) at Christmas time.

Blurb-

When Jenny’s regular delivery man, John, reveals that she has become the centre of his sexual dream world, Jenny’s quiet existence is thrown into an arena of desire that she thought she’d long since abandoned.
One unexpected, head-swimming romp later and Jenny is left wondering if her courier will ever visit her again – and if he does, will he mention the hot sex they had on her living room floor that Tuesday afternoon, or will he pretend it didn’t happen?
When the following Tuesday arrives and John reappears on Jenny’s doorstep, the scene is set for a continuation of intensely kinky weekly meetings. There’s only one problem: John really isn’t Jenny’s type. For one thing, he’s a man…

Here’s a seasonal taster from Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man…

A large, rough hand raked through the back of her hair, easing out the knots, sending little currents of craving down Jenny’s neck and into her chest. Then, slipping a hand into hers, John steered Jenny towards the living room, swiftly banishing any uncertainty.

Gesturing to the middle of the floor, he said, ‘Last minute wrapping?’

‘A few bits for the neighbour’s kids.’ She could feel her pulse accelerating as he looked at her. ‘My family all live abroad, it’s just me in the UK.’

‘That’s a big roll of paper for those little gifts.’

She wasn’t sure if it was the way he spoke or the look on his face that gave him away, but Jenny knew what was going to happen before he moved. In seconds, John had stripped her naked, and Jenny was being enveloped in large swathes of jolly, silver-star covered gift-wrap.

‘Don’t move, and don’t speak, okay?’

Nodding, she tried not to laugh as John wrestled with the dispenser before he cut off length after length of sticky tape, which he used to secure the paper tighter and tighter around her. Jenny’s arms were pinned to her sides and her legs were clamped together, as if she was some sort of bizarrely festive Egyptian mummy.

Stepping back to admire his work, John’s face creased with hunger, and Jenny’s urge to giggle dissolved. She could feel her breasts chafing against the smooth, figure-hugging covering, and suddenly she realized how desperately she wanted them to be free so that John could hold them, suck them, hit them… do whatever he wanted with them.

John began hunting around the room for something. Jenny however, could only wonder how long it would be before she could suck his shaft or feel him slide between her legs. She wanted to speak, to ask him to kiss her, but she’d promised not to talk, and didn’t want to distract him from whatever he was going to do next.

He stood so close to Jenny that his dark eyes tunnelled into hers. He peeled his clothes off at a speed that made the lightning disposal of Jenny’s garments seem positively drawn out.

Attempting to distract herself from the need to speak, Jenny traced her eyes over the line of his chest, the hairs so soft and inviting, his tattoos just begging for fresh examination; his cock, hard and firm, pointed at Jenny accusingly, as if making its owner as horny as hell was a crime.

Shuffling her feet unsteadily on the carpet, she watched as he began to unwind the satin purple ribbon she’d spent ages draping around her Christmas tree. Her throat turned the texture of sandpaper as she comprehended the meaning behind the devious expression in John’s eyes. He brought the two-meter garland towards her.

Naked and emanating power, John began to wind the ribbon around her neck in a large bow. Picking up a pair of scissors from the floor, he cut off the remaining strip of fabric. ‘I started thinking about doing this last night. I even have some rolls of gift-wrap in the van. I couldn’t believe my luck when I saw this lot waiting for me.’

Wide-eyed, Jenny saw her film courier twist part of the ribbon around his arm before approaching her. Again, she guessed what he was about to do, and she tensed as the first bind of the silky material went over her eyes and around the back of her neck, trapping her hair.

Mewling into the purple darkness and deprived of the sight of his gorgeous body, Jenny felt John’s fingers fiddling with the knot behind her head.

Then his hands came to her elbows. ‘You look incredible. Are you okay?’

She nodded awkwardly; glad he was holding her, afraid she would topple over at any moment.

‘Good girl. You remembered not to talk,’ John’s breath tickled her neck as he said, ‘You are, without doubt, the most tempting Christmas present I’ve ever seen.’

As he spoke, her breasts, already swollen with their need to be touched, became taut and hot, and pussy juice began to leak along her inner thighs.

The pressure of his palm as he pushed it against her wrapped-up mound made Jenny stagger so much that John had to steady her with this free arm. Moaning as his fingers encased and probed her enclosed clit, Jenny’s liquid flowed more freely, soaking the paper, turning the crackling sound it had initially made into a wet, squelchy rustle.

‘What a hot little bad girl you are.’

Jenny felt the layers of wrapping paper between her legs start to mulch as John kneaded and pinched her flesh. Then, with a grunt of frustration, he lifted her off her feet and laid her on the floor. An urgent hand came to her right breast, kneading her tit, creasing and crumpling the gift-wrap…

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If you want to know what happened next- or indeed, before John and Jenny got to spend Christmas Eve grappling wrapping paper, then you can buy Not Her Type in paperback or as an eBook from all good retailers, including…

Amazon UK | Amazon US 

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I had so much fun with this delivery man novella, that I decided to write an anthology of short Christmas stories. Originally out two years ago, this year I decided to update Christmas Kink with a hot new cover, and a fresh tale for 2015.

Blurb-

What’s your favourite part of the Christmas celebration? Decorating the tree with tinsel, the heavenly aroma of cinnamon and fruit from Christmas cakes and puddings, the office Christmas party, a visit to Santa’s grotto, the expected presents?
Complete with a brand new story for 2015, Christmas Kink twists all of these festive traditions into six individual episodes of hot erotica that will leave you fanning yourself with the nearest Christmas card…

Romantic and steamy, with a touch of S&M, a sprinkling of cinnamon (yes, really), pony play, a little red dress, a kinky fairy, well placed decorations, and a woodland orgy, – I think I’ve added a little festive kink into this anthology for everyone…

Amazon US | Amazon UK

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Many thanks for letting me pop by today Rebecca. I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas, and has as much fun reading festive stories as I have writing them.

Merry Christmas to you all!!

Kay xx

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Bio:

Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO

Kay received an honouree mention at the NLA Awards 2015 for excellence in BDSM writing.

Kay Jaybee wrote The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat, Knowing Her Place, Xcite 2011-14), The New Room, (Xcite, 2015), The Voyeur, (Xcite 2012), Making Him Wait (Sweetmeats, 2012), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2013), Digging Deep, (Xcite 2013), Not Her Type (1001 NightsPress, 2013), and The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012).

Details of all her short stories and other publications can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk  

You can follow Kay on:

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The Battle #masturbationmonday

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I have tried for a long time to resist you.

We part and come together with the seasons, so the temptation of you is not always pressing against my consciousness.

When we are apart, I think of you, but the intensity is dulled by space and distance.

When we are together my skin burns, you are the sun and I am naked, unprotected.

Now, I continue to step away from you, but each step is harder than the next, I am braced against a steep slope, with a sense of stark inevitability as my feet slip back to the bottom.

I look over my shoulder and you are there, waiting. There is a knowledge in your eyes. It infuriates me as much as my body burns for you.

You only want me because I have put up a fight. We both know it and I am suddenly exhausted, the slope is too steep and I crash down into your arms.

My traitorous body moulds against yours, my exhaustion your ally today. This may look like capitulation but you will never have all of me. My tired mind still has a few defences remaining, even as parts of me immediately begin to tingle and ache as they rub against you.

Your head lowers to kiss me but I turn my face. A token resistance now and we both know it. You draw back slightly to look at me. I expect to see your cocky grin, instead your mouth is a straight line and your jaw is clenched.

“Stop fighting me.”

Your voice is low and intense. I don’t recognise it. Where are the jokes? The flippant words like arrows flying straight and true?

You look like you want to say more, but a look of frustration crosses your face. Gathering my face in your big hands you leave me no choice this time as your lips descend to mine.

Soft. So soft and warm. I brace myself but you are gentle and I don’t understand what is happening.

“Open,” you whisper and I do. My lips part, your tongue sweeps into my mouth and sensation strokes between my legs in time with your kiss.

I have never felt anything like this: my heart thuds in my chest, a rosy flush spreads over my skin and I can’t get close enough; I can’t touch you enough.

Your hands move into my hair, to the back of my neck where your thumbs graze my jaw as we work together in this kiss. We are sharing the same air, breathing for each other and I wonder how I will breath when this ends.

You feel the change in me. I know you do because I feel your body stiffen. You hold me tighter for a moment then release me when I push against your chest.

I take a step back and meet your tense, angry gaze.

“I want us to fuck – just once. Then I want you to leave me alone.” There is only the slightest tremor in my words.

You squint your eyes and take a breath as if to say something but I shake my head.

“No talking. Do it, or go now.” The steel in my voice is fuelled by the sharp stab of vulnerability that twists inside me.

I see you come to a decision and I know this is for the best. I know as you remove my clothes that this is all you want. I know as you sink to your knees and open my legs that each lick and bite has been done a thousand times to a thousand different women and I know that I am no different now.

I have given in and I will never forgive myself.

I feel the anger build with each delicious lick and I watch you look up to me but I refuse to accept the sincerity in your eyes. My hands thread through your hair and I pull you closer, wanting you deeper – harder. My hips begin to circle and my feet slide a little further apart. Your hands come up to press against my thighs, you want to slow things down but that’s not going to happen.

This is a battle, it needs to be fought and I don’t intend to lose.

Your tongue covers every sensitive inch of me; your soft lips torture my clit until my thoughts are in chaos and my body loses all grace and I am riding your face.

Oh God! I am so close and I can’t control it.

I shout out, a ragged, unintelligible sound. You suck my clit into your hot, wet mouth and all I can do is lock my knees and hold on.

For one blinding moment I am indestructible.

I have had you and survived.

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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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Sir and Babygirl: Family Ties by Kayla Lords @KaylaLords

Today I’m delighted to be able to give my good friend Kayla Lords’ new book a shout out. This lady is amazing, between great podcasts called Loving BDSM and countless blog posts, Masturbation Monday goodness and professional writing, I have no idea where she finds the time to write a book too! Kayla’s intimate knowledge of living in a 24/7 D/s relationship is sure to heat up this latest Sir and Babygirl book. So let’s take a look…

Sir and Babygirl: Family Ties (Book 3)

Blurb:

Johnathan is ready to take his relationship with Katie to a whole new level. His kids are away at college, and his sister has moved out. After months together, discovering their love and a D/s relationship as Sir and Babygirl that works for them, it’s time to meet the extended family.

Will Babygirl be able to move past her own anxieties? Can they survive the expectations of their families? And what happens to Sir and Babygirl next? Find out in the third set of adventures between a loving Dominant man and his willing and eager Babygirl.

Price: $1.99

Word Count: 17,400

Purchase Links:

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Excerpt:

Snaking an arm around her middle, he grabbed her mound and squeezed. She whimpered in response. The pain in her backside allowed her to ignore the swollen damp feeling coming from between her thighs.

“Mine.”

That one word sent spasms through her body. Oh yes, she was his. Every part of her was his. She desperately hoped he’d claim his property. Now, before the door bell rang and their vanilla life intruded.

He pushed one finger into her slit.

“You’re soaking wet, girl. Such a slut.”

She moaned in response.

In and out, in and out, his finger stroked the deepest parts of her body. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted more.

“Don’t fidget, girl. I know what you need.”

With the smallest of movements, she nodded her understanding. He’d given her what she’d asked for, now he was going to take what he wanted. In the end, they’d both be satisfied.

The tip of his finger began to make small circles over her clitoris. Small, slow circles. Heat and pressure began to build. When she moved against his hand, he stopped and stroked her slit, slipping a finger into her body. Once she was still, he moved back to her clit.

Patience was required, and he was going to teach it to her one way or another. The circles came faster. Her juices coated the swollen nub, allowing his hand to move with greater ease. The pressure built higher and faster. A line of fluid trickled down the inside of her thigh.

Her desire so high it could no longer be contained by her body.

He laughed against her ear. Yes, now, please. But he wasn’t ready to stop his game. Not yet.

Thrusting two fingers deep inside her pussy, he found her innermost tender spot. Hooking his fingers, he began a familiar tap-tap-tap motion. Babygirl trembled from head to toe. Her head fell back against his shoulder. Cries and whimpers filled the air around them. She was going to come and soon but she knew instinctively if she begged or asked for release it would be denied.

Just as her body began to convulse around his hand, he stopped and pulled away. An empty feeling deep inside caused her to groan. Dark laughter was the only response. A chuckle and his touch on her clit again. Hissing between gritted teeth, she tightened every muscle in her body, desperate to hold back the looming orgasm until he granted his permission.

About Kayla Lords

Kayla is a full-time writer, sex blogger, erotic author, and babygirl submissive. When she’s not writing about BDSM from her perspective, she’s coming up with kinky sex scenes and waiting for her own Dominant to give her a much-needed spanking.

Follow Kayla on Twitter or over at her website where there’s always something kinky to read.

Review and New Release Info: Bases Loaded edited by F Leonora Solomon @fdotleonora

Today it is my very great pleasure to host the lovely F Leonora Solomon and her brand new, hot anthology – Bases Loaded.

I had high hopes for this anthology because Leonora’s last anthology Tie Me Up (see my review here) is one of my favourites. I’m very happy to say I wasn’t disappointed.

I’m not a baseball fan, I’m English, over here we call it rounders! Now, in school I played rounders for years, *cough* I was captain, pitcher (faster than the wind) I might have even played for my county. So I know what it feels like to hit a ball long, high and deep on a rough school field, and how it feels to run round those bases knowing the fielders didn’t stand a chance. So, I may not be a baseball fan but I got the passion behind these stories.

Bases Loaded is chock full of wonderful stories in a variety of writing styles and a variety of sexual combinations! They are sexy and hot and all of them made me wish I could go to a baseball game, some of them made me wish I could watch a game while I had someone doing naughty things to me while I watched. Others made me want to perv for hours over baseball players physiques (I’m totally not above doing that – their bums are fascinating!)

Oleander Plume made me laugh (as always). One story made me cry, Tomio Hall-Black, wow – that’s all I can say. I loved this story SO much – incredibly sexy and tender, wonderful writing and so much feeling packed into a short story. Malin James brings the heat with some f/f action and so much more from a group of great writers. F Leonora Solomon finds the talent so we can read it. I highly recommend this anthology, I think you will find a lot to enjoy in it. So go buy it!!

Take it away Leonora…

The bases are loaded and I am not talking about the World Series! I am talking about my sexy new anthology Bases Loaded, which the lovely Rebecca has invited me to talk about…or maybe she wants me to talk about what a hardcore sports fan I am! Sometimes I lose people when I begin to talk about sports, or get into almost fights because the teams I love oppose someone else’s. Suffice to say, I am passionate about sports…and to me all passion can only lead to one thing!

The stories in Bases Loaded are hot! No you do not need to be an expert about the sport to enjoy the book at all. All you need is a passion for hot erotica to enjoy Bases Loaded. Sports fans, haters and in betweens can curl up with this book and um, well enjoy it thoroughly!

 

Blurb:

Bases are loaded and there’s potential for multiple homeruns in this sexy collection of Baseball erotica!

Bases Loaded compiles twelve seriously sexy short stories that will have you rooting for the happy ending, even if you are not a baseball fan like the editor.

All of the authors in this anthology have a unique take on the game and the hit players, which is guaranteed to make you want to go up to bat!

So go ahead, you’re up and the bases are loaded!

Featuring stories by: L. Maretta, Malin James, C.P. McClennan, Yolanda Shoshana, Robin Juliet, Rosalía Zizzo, Nicole Wilder, Thomma Finland, Vita Perez, Tomio Hall-Black, Lexi Hayes and Oleander Plume

Links:

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All Romance

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Rule Breaker by Lily Harlem #newrelease @lily_harlem

Today it is my pleasure to host the lovely Lily Harlem for her new book release – Rule Breaker. I’m a lucky girl, I’ve already read it and it is really good. I recommend you read it. It’s classic Harlem, hot and sexy with a great story line. Just read the excerpt… *somebody bring me a fan*.

Rule Breaker, a dark erotic romance novel by Lily Harlem, is out now from Totally Bound and all other good ebook retailers:

Amazon UK | ARe | Kobo | B&N | ibooks

Back Cover Information:

Locks, keys and prison bars can’t contain a love that’s meant to roam wild and free, but when that love is let loose, will Lacey be able to handle what’s heading her way?

Rules are meant to protect the innocent and keep danger at bay—except for me. The lines blur, and it all started when I met the ultimate bad boy. But is he? Miller Davenport might be big, bad and brimming with sin but he’s confessed his crimes and for ten years he’s served his time and walked the line. Everyone deserves a second chance, right? And as his nurse—the one person who understands him—I can’t help but count the days till we can be together properly, without guards watching over us and without every look and word we share censored.

When that day comes, though, will our desire for each other explode and take me to the new heights he’s promised? And if so, how will I survive such intensity? One thing is for sure. With Miller I’ll be whisked up in a whirlwind of his dark energy and a tornado of his lust, and likely taken to the very edge of what I can handle. I can’t help a few nerves, though, as release day approaches, because if it all comes crashing down, who can I depend on when I’ve ridden into the sunset with a man who’s broken all the rules? Will I be saved or will I have pushed everyone and everything too far?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of exhibitionism, anal play and light restraint.

Excerpt:

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll just go with the first one they show me. Fuck it, it’s a cake shop. They’ll all be bloody nice.” He glanced at Miller then back to me. “Do you mind if I make a call while you—?”

“Not at all, go ahead.” I waved him to the seat. “This is my last time with Miller anyway, so I’m sure he’ll behave.”

Miller’s jaw was tense. His eyebrows drew low and a small muscle flexed in his cheek.

Barry pulled out his phone and, without glancing at me again, dropped his bulk into the chair—the legs scraped on the hard floor. He started scrolling over the screen.

“Come on,” I said to Miller.

He followed me into the clinical room.

I walked up to the counter and reached for my tray of equipment.

“Lacey.”

I startled. He was right behind me.

He set his hands on the work surface, one either side of my body, trapping me against it with his torso.

“What?” I whispered, glancing at the door, my head brushing his.

“Tomorrow,” he murmured, his mouth right against my ear.

A thrill and a chill went through me as my neck and scalp tingled and tightened at his nearness.

“What about it?” I placed my right hand over his, cupping his hard knuckles. It was a bold move, but touching him was what I craved—I couldn’t help myself.

I heard him pull in a breath. “Meet me.”

“Where?”

“Anywhere you fucking want. Just be there.” He paused and pushed a little harder against me.

His groin, the outline of his cock, semi-hard, nestled against the crack of my buttocks. Lust blazed through my veins. Damn it, tomorrow was too long to wait. But we had to.

“There’s a pub, round the corner from here,” I said. “The Cow and Slipper.”

He turned his hand and gripped my forearm. His fingertips pressed over my pulse points, his fingers were big and dark against the delicate veiny underside of my wrist.

“I’ll be there at noon,” he said.

“So will I.”

“Thank you.” He pressed his cheek against my ear. The weight of his head was heavy against mine.

I leaned into him. The daring, risky move heightened all of my senses. His chest against my shoulders, his breath on my cheek and his stubble against my temple. And damn, his body shoved into mine, his cock pushing through clothes against my arse. I wanted it. All of it.

“We’ll take it slow,” he whispered. “Get to know each other without a boss watching over us. Speak freely about what we want. I’m not in it for a lay. What we have is special. I’m doing this because I want you—always have, from the first time I saw you.” He paused. “But you know that.”

I swallowed and turned. I did know that.

He released my wrist.

I looked up at him. This was the closest we’d ever been. I was surrounded by him, wrapped up in him. It was where I wanted to be.

He leaned a little closer and his chest brushed against mine.

My nipples drew into pinched peaks, scraping against the inner cups of my bra.

“I thought of you last night,” he said. He lifted his hand and caressed my cheek. The small hard patches of skin, from where he banged weights, scratched against my flesh.

“What did you think?” I asked, my hands hovering. I wanted to touch him but didn’t dare, for fear that I wouldn’t be able to stop.

I glanced at the door again.

“Shh, it’s okay. I can still hear him talking,” he said.

“Maybe you should tell me tomorrow, when we don’t have to rush.” My heart was racing, adrenaline swamping my system. The thought of Barry catching us like this had me on a knife’s edge, but I couldn’t push Miller away. Barry had been instructed to behave like Miller might be a danger to me, yet I’d never felt safer than at this moment with Miller’s full attention—with Miller, big, bad now- tamed Miller, looming over me.

I knew what he was, what he was capable of, but he’d been reformed. He was being let out. The judge, the crown, had decided he’d paid for his crimes and he was no longer a danger to society. Which meant he wasn’t a danger to me.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow then,” he said, lowering his head. “If that’s what you want.”

I stared into his dark eyes, at the way his lashes pointed slightly downward. They weren’t curled, and he had a tiny freckle like a teardrop under his left eye. I hadn’t noticed that before. Hadn’t been close enough.

“I’ll look after you, hen,” he whispered. “Don’t ever be afraid of me. I’m not violent. I’m a good man now. I’ll be your good man for as long as you’ll have me. I promise. I won’t hurt you.”

“I’m not…scared, that is.”

“Good.” He leaned closer still. I looked at his lips. I could see every tiny dent and crease on them, his top one was thinner than the bottom and with stubble peppered right up to the outline. Fuck, is he going to kiss me?

We couldn’t.

Not here.

Not now.

“No,” I mouthed.

He pressed his closed lips to mine. They were dry, yet soft. He held my head in both of his hands and pushed his hard body forward, trapping me against the counter.

I whimpered and clung to his forearms. Terror and desire warred within me. I’d lose my job. He could lose his good-behavior privilege and be held for the remainder of his sentence.

It was the most reckless kiss I’d ever experienced, yet also the gentlest, sweetest connection I could ever remember.

He pulled back.

I opened my eyes.

His were still shut.

He furled his tongue over his bottom lip, as though tasting me there.

“Jesus,” he said quietly. “How the hell am I going to get through this last night without you?”

“Stop.” I rested my hands on his chest and pushed. “Please, save this for tomorrow.” Again I threw a glance at the door.

“Okay.” He opened his eyes, released me and stepped back. He held up his palms as if surrendering. “This last bit is the hardest though. I guess it’s like running a marathon. It’s all shit but the last mile? The last hundred yards? That’s what really gets you here.” He banged his chest. “It’s the shitiest bit.”

“I suppose.” I rubbed the tip of my index finger on my lips, reliving the sensation of his mouth on mine.

“Fucking genius you are, Lacey,” Barry said, walking in.

A flash of surprise went over Miller’s face.

Alarm must have crossed mine too.

Neither of us had heard him finish his conversation or been aware of him approaching the clinical room.

Bloody hell. If he’d come in ten seconds ago…no, make that five seconds ago.

About Lily Harlem:

Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning author of contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Pride Publishing, Evernight Publishing, Xcite, and Sweetmeats Press. Her work regularly receives high praise and industry nominations.

Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Silk Tie, The Glass Knot, In Expert Hands and Scored have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release.

Lily writes MF, MM and ménage a trois, her books regularly hit the #1 spot on Amazon Best Seller lists and Breathe You In was named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of 2014. Her latest MM novel is Dark Warrior.

Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae – check out the Sexy as Hell Box Set available exclusively on Amazon – The Novice, The Player and The Vixen – and That Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel ‘every woman should read’.

One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!

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Melancholy Friend #masturbationmonday

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I am a mother, a daughter, a sister, a cousin, a friend.

I am your lover.

When the pieces of my world aren’t aligning, when everything feels wrong and I don’t always know why – all I ever want is you.

Melancholy has settled on me, a heavy blanket on my body. We are old friends, melancholy and I, we don’t see each other as much as we used to, but sometimes we get together and have a good cry. It’s a strange relationship but one that I’ve learned to live with.

I am alone now, so I will wade my way through the day. But this evening when you walk through the door, I will walk straight into your arms and feel your solid weight against me. I will hold you tight and not want to let go, but the kids will need feeding, as will you. So I’ll let you go with a kiss and wait again for the night.

In the dark I will wait for you. All the words will have been said, your advice given, my acceptance of it always open to interpretation. We will have laughed – God only knows how you manage it, but you do, always. That is the beginning, the first release. My body loses a little tension with each burst of laughter until I start to feel a little human again, until I need to feel another kind of release.

So I will wait.

I will wait for the touch of your hand on my back. That long, slow sweep from my shoulders down, all the way down to my bottom. Back up and down until my eyes close and I begin to lose myself. It has never happened with anyone but you, this ability to let go so completely.

My skin will begin to tingle a little, blood and heat rushing to the surface. My legs will begin to shift, opening slightly as the heat gathers lower down. My hand will slip between my legs and I will feel the soft comfort of my fingers as they press and circle where I need them the most.

You will press gentle kisses along my heated skin, licking and nibbling a trail down to your favourite part. When you take hold of me, when you squeeze, press and pull, my breath will accelerate, my fingers will move faster and I will murmur words to spur you on.

I will bring my knees underneath me a little and lift up. A clear invitation. You will know what I need.

When your hand falls for the first time I will moan. I always do. That first hit is the sweetest for me. The one that I savour. You know it and always give me time.

I won’t want you to go easy on me – not tonight. Tonight every stroke will lighten the load. Until with my fingers working between my legs, your hand raining heat and light on my skin, I will push my face into the pillow and scream, long and loud.

You will stroke the weight of the blanket away and I will let you.

I will turn my head on the pillow, gasping for breath and you will move over me to kiss the tears away as I whisper, “thank you.”

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