2015 in review

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A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 210 times in 2015. If it were a cable car, it would take about 4 trips to carry that many people.

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#WritingPrompts for #EroticWriters Submission: You Won! (#Session7:D3)

The Challenge:

#WritingPrompts for #EroticWriters (#Session7:D3)

#WritingPrompts for #EroticWriters (#Session7:D3)

Liam’s feet ached from the weight of his heavy steel toe boots as he pushed open the door to his house. He wiped the sweat from his lip and pulled at the stubborn buttons of his green jacket, struggling to kick off his boots at the same time.

He thudded through the house causing the cup in the cupboard to clink against one another and plopped himself carelessly in his favorite chair. The chair was a ratty old mess with a torn arm from a kitten he once had, but it was his favorite chair and he could never bring himself to get rid of it. He threw his feet out wide in front of him and flung his arms over the sides of the chair and let out a loud sigh, letting the moment wash relief over him.

After brief seconds of silence, he reached out his foot, pointed his toes and pushed the flat light on his Xbox. It was the one device he couldn’t live without and sometimes it was the only thing keeping him sane. “Welcome Liam” displayed on the screen and he immediately felt at home. He picked up his controller, it’s supple curves fitting perfectly in his strong hands and turned on the same game he always played.

The engine of his blue supercar revved as the countdown to his first race began. When he was racing, he liked to listen to classical music and Bach was blaring. He clicked the right stick once and then twice – first-person is how he liked to drive. He wished he could be inside of that car, feeling it’s engine purr beneath him, shifting through the gears as he raced through the streets of Italy. He was fully immersed.

His toes tightened as he rounded the sharp corners and he swayed slightly as he drifted through the turns. His eyes flickered about the screen taking in the other cars, his speed, the drive line, the checkpoints, his positioning and he held his breath as he made his way from last place to first. He’d simply raise his hand high in the air as “You Won” flashed on the screen.

He lost all track of time behind the virtual wheel and could wind up spending hours in his favorite chair going from last to first in that blue supercar blaring Bach. He’d spread out on that chair and be lost to the world.

They had always agreed that he’d get exactly one hour. One hour of blissful, mind-numbing gaming. Emilia always enjoyed this time, this first hour home. She’d read the last chapter of some book and steal glances at the man entranced by electronics. She’d watch his tired muscles twitch from the rumbling controller and would grin as he smiled at that impeccable stunt he just pulled. He’d glimpse her way and she’d casually lower her eyes back to her reading and his chest would puff slightly at the brief exchange.

The hour had passed and the book was done. Emilia almost never told him his hour was up. He worked long hard hours and if he wanted to play for another hour, that was fine with her. As long as at the end of the night, he wrapped his arms securely around her, he could do as he pleased once he got home. And since his blue Bach blaring supercar pleased him, that’s what he did. Emilia watched him race.

She couldn’t help but feel pride with every race he won. Every time he passed the other players, she would silently cheer in her chair. She’d smile widely as he unlocked one achievement after the other. The sound of his virtual engine buzzed in her ear and she swore she could feel the vibrations of his controller through her seat.

She licked her lips as she watched his jaw tighten through a particularly difficult turn. He was always so calm and confident through these races and those tiny twitches said so much. His bicep flinched as a black truck rammed into him and Emilia was mesmerized by the way the curve of his arm gleaned in the glare of the game. She sat forward in her spot and reached out to touch him.

He looked at her for a second and then carried on with his race. She ran her finger over his shoulder, down his bicep and rested it in the fold of his elbow. He smiled at her and said, “First place again!” and a smile stretched across her face. She lowered herself to the floor and slowly crawled around his outstretched leg. He watched her gracefully pad her way to him, his beautiful blue car crashing into the same tree repeatedly. “Don’t watch me. Play your game!”, Emilia giggled and he laughed out loud.

Emilia undid the buckle of his belt, tugging the leather from the metal clasp. She slid the button of Liam’s pants out of the hole and slowly dragged his zipper open. His car revved through the clink of another checkpoint and Emilia began working his flaccid penis out of the boxers bunched between him and her.

She took him between her lips, letting her mouth relax over him. He gasped at the warmth of her and stiffened slightly beneath her. She let out a gentle moan and Liam pressed the pause button before putting his hand through her hair. “Play your game”, she mumbled into the soft hair tickling her nose and he reluctantly put his hand back on his controller. She ran her tongue up the length of him and swirled it around the tip of him then engulfed him, her breath hot against his hardened cock.

She teased him with her lips, she tickled him with her tongue and she taunted him with her teeth. He wanted to touch her, needed to feel her and he lowered his hands onto her back, the controller still securely between his fingers. The rumbling of the device felt good on her back and he moaned at the sensation he could feel.

The vibration seemed to course right through her. He took his supercar offroad, the only place he was sure to make it rumble, and drove as fast as he could. Her lips seemed to quiver and her cheeks fluttered against him as she pulled off him only to consume him again. She let out a moan and his whole body tightened at the stimulation. “You Won” flashed on the screen and the controller slipped from his hands.

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#SundaySmut Submission: Defining Curiosities

The Challenge:

“For this week’s #SundaySmut, we’d like to see a submission that features a F/M/F threesome (that’s Female/Male/Female, if you didn’t know). How you work that submission is up to you, but there should be three characters – 2 women, 1 man.”

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Leanne had always been bi-curious and that was exactly her problem. She could not say she was definitively hetero nor could she say she was homo and she couldn’t even say that she was bi. Leanne hated being curious.

That desire to discover, to define, to know for absolutely sure was a heavy weight that Leanne carried with her always. The curious was killing her. She had been with men her entire life. Currently, she was with a man. It wasn’t that she went out of her way to be with any specific gender, it just always ended up being that way. She always resented the men in her life because they found her before any woman had.

Kody knew all about Leanne’s problems. He knew the way she felt and the burden she assumed. He knew that she didn’t mean to be angry towards him sometimes and he understood her tears over curiosities. The only thing he could think to ever do was hold her and apologize, even though he knew that it was never enough to make the answer a definitive hetero.

Kody had always been open to the idea of threesomes. Threesomes with girls, threesomes with boys, threesomes for everybody. He had never had one before, but was sure that it would be an “awesome” situation no matter what. He had seen more than his share of threesomes in porn to know what to expect, of this he was sure, and he thought it would be “cool”.

Leanne had always imagined that her first time alone with a woman would be like her first time alone with a man: ALONE! She had never imagined that it would happen with the googly eyes of her long-term lover staring at her awkward attempts at navigating the female sex. Never thought that it would be with another person’s fingers and feelings and phalluses touching everything. Never anticipated that it would include the panting breaths and beating hearts and pleasurable moans of a woman, a woman and a man…

Kody knew all the right things to say to sway Leanne’s doubts. “I won’t ogle you two. I’ll give you time to awkwardly explore. We could do it together!” and Leanne would blush at the thought. “I’ll keep my hands and thoughts and cock to myself, unless you tell me otherwise. I’ll just sit back and not stare and I won’t touch.” and Leanne would roll her eyes in disbelief. “I won’t make a sound, I won’t make a peep, I won’t even breathe if you really don’t want me too!”, he’d say with so much enthusiasm that the whole room grew brighter and brighter and Leanne would giggle and smile, her red cheeks melting Kody’s heart and his joy melting the chip on her shoulder.

Leanne knew the perfect woman to be the answer to her curious questioning. She had offered before, when Kody and Leanne had first begun seeing each other and even when Leanne had begun seeing her boyfriend before that, but Leanne wanted to give the relationship time to blossom and grow, as all serial monogamists do. Leanne had met her when she was in college, and they became fast friends, although often didn’t see eye-to-eye, since Leanne was into monogamy and Jenette wasn’t.

Jenette was a perky brunette with a serious thing for women but an even more serious thing for sex. If Jenette didn’t answer her phone, there was only one thing that she could possibly be doing: having sex… And probably with a woman!

Kody liked everything about Jenette, everything except the fact that she never wanted him. Jenette had never even checked him out, not once. Never flirted with him or showed off too much skin around him, never tried to kiss him or hook him up with her friends. Nothing, at all. When Jenette was around, no one but Jenette existed.

It was kind of the perfect setup!

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#SundaySmut Submission: Moments of Duality (#Session5:D1)

The Challenge:

For this week’s #SundaySmut, we’d like to see a submission that features a M/F/M threesome (that’s Male/Female/Male, if you didn’t know). How you work that submission is up to you, but there should be three characters – 2 men, 1 woman.

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He was the most amazing lover I had ever had. I longed for him constantly and desired nothing more to feel his hot skin throbbing against mine. And that want, that need was all-consuming, overwhelming, and all-the-time.

Darren was a busy man. Always had places to go, people to see, business to attend to. He would try so hard to make time for my wants, that need of mine, but there was never any way around the meetings, the conference calls, the traveling.

After a particularly sour fight between us, my desires mounting beyond unbearable and his work keeping him longer and later, I felt more defeated than ever. I felt irrational, unacceptable, inappropriate, angry – a surge of endless emotion made its way over me and through me. I thought I’d never recover.

I went to bed, my arms crossed and my jaw clenched. I didn’t wait for him and I spread out across the entire bed, signaling that tonight was not a good night to sleep with me. He didn’t rush to my side, didn’t come to bed, didn’t notice my less than subtle signal. I fell asleep fuming.

*****

The door creaked open ever so slightly allowing a sliver of golden light to penetrate the darkness. He peeked his head through the tiny crack, looked behind him and then opened the door, the light stealing every moment of darkness. I rolled and glared at him through squinted eyes. “What do you want?”, I barked.

He came and sat on the bed next to me. He was so calm and so peaceful looking. He rested his hand on my face, “I know you’re upset right now. But I know that you know that I love you more than anything else in the whole entire world.”. He paused a moment and I glared at the crumpled sheets beneath me. If he expected me to respond positively he was sorely mistaken.

Before I could open my mouth, he blurted out excitedly, “I got you something!”. I rolled my eyes and he stood up from beside me. I sat up quickly, almost more angry that he thought some material possession could solve the problem. “Now, it’s probably not what you’re thinking, but I know that you’re going to love it. You’ve mentioned that you’ve wanted it before and I hope that you’ll understand my motivations. I just love you so much and I never want to lose you, for any reason!”.

My eyebrows furrowed against my will and he rushed over to the door, still open and the only source of light in the room, and waved at something in the hall. I threw the blankets off and stood up next to the bed, ready to respond, although completely unaware of how.

He walked back in nervously and behind him followed another man. “This is umm… Marcus. He’s from work and well… umm… I kinda talked to him about… you know… us. We talked about it and thought that maybe he could umm… help?”. My hands immediately went to my hips, even though I was trying to force them to stay at my sides. He stepped towards me sheepishly, his face full of questioning.

I looked at his hand reaching out to me and noticed his shaking fingers. I glanced at the messed sheets on the bed, the blanket strewn about. I stared at the wall, the only dark area left in the room, my eyes narrowing on a corner. I scoffed out loud against my better judgement and flopped my arms down beside me, before lowering my head in silence. I could not figure out how to react at all.

Marcus stepped forward and reached out his hand. “Hey! I’m Marcus. Don’t be mad at him. It was all my idea, after all.”. I couldn’t help but giggle at the addition of “after all” and raised my hand to his. There was no need to be rude to a perfect stranger, after all. I took my hand away and flicked the hair out of my face, “So then, what do you guys expect to have happen here?”, I asked defiantly, waiting for them both to cave in this obvious dare or bet of some kind.

Darren put his hands on my waist and whispered in my ear, “Just go with it.” and I laughed out loud as he kissed my neck and moved behind me. He pulled my hair off my neck and continued to lay sweet, gentle kisses along my neck and shoulders. My eyes closed and my head fall back as I lingered in the sensation of him, his soft fingers trailing across my skin.

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#SaturdaySerenade: Sex Songs – Deeper Into Me

The Challenge:

Write a Sex Song

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The following is reminiscent of like an 80’s pop hit. I have an idea for how I want it to sound so tonight I plan on screwing around on my piano with it for a bit. If I come up with anything, I’ll be sure to share, but for now, enjoy the lyrics 😉

Deeper Into Me

CHORUS:

You go deeper, deeper into me
Deeper than anyone else has ever been
You go deeper, deeper in my soul
Deeper than anyone else has ever known

VERSE:

I’ve looked so long for someone just like you
Someone who knew exactly what to do
Not a boy but a man in every single way
Someone who knew exactly what to say

You’re so sexy, you’re so sweet
Come on baby, come and pour that loving onto me
You’re so special, you’re so much more
Come on baby, come and give me what I’ve waited for

CHORUS
VERSE:

You take my body out of my mind
Every single night we have a real good time
And when I call out your name when I’m at the top
You never look away and you never think to stop

You’re so special, you’re so sweet
Come on baby, come and pour that loving over me
You’re so sexy, you’re so much more
Come on baby, come one baby, whatcha waiting for?

CHORUS

 

 

Mary’s Nails

Although this piece is not erotic in nature, it was inspired by one of The Erotic Writers Group #WritingPrompts for #EroticWriters. That prompt can be found here.

There weren’t many things that Mary was very particular about. She had preferences, of course, but not many things that she was very particular about. However, she could not, under any circumstances, go a day without perfectly manicured hands.

She was verging on obsessive and could often be found touching up barely chipped nail polish or moisturizing her hands. She spent an inordinate amount of time looking at her hands, inspecting them for “imperfections and impurities”, as she often put it. She had more tools for doing her nails than tools for doing her hair and she had four times more nail polish than make up or even clothes!

Eyeliner, mascara, blush, foundation – these things were the obsessions of vain girls. Nail polish though – well, that set the women apart from the girls. It was dignified, it was elegant, it was classy and to Mary, it was utterly beautiful.

Choosing how to paint her nails was always the hardest part of Mary’s day, and yes, she did it daily. It was highly unladylike to wear the same polish two days in a row and Mary never missed a day of changing the colors. Sometimes, she would paint her nails in one solid color and sometimes, when the mood struck her, she would decorate her nails elaborately with glitter or gems. You never knew what to expect on Mary’s nails, but you could be sure that it would be different.

Her routine was long and drawn out and watching her perform the ritual of caring for and embellishing her nails was mesmerizing in every way. It was more than just watching someone do their nails, because for Mary, it was more than just doing her nails. It was completing the whole package, the whole woman.

She would soak her nails, just a little longer than the tips of her fingers, in a dish filled with warm water. Every night she put different oils into the water to achieve different effects. Sometimes, it smelt like sterile lemon and others like gentle lavender and sometimes it smelt sweet like berries and other times woody like musk. She would gaze adoringly at her fingernails as they soaked up the oils, the water soothing her skin.

Softly, she’d dab her fingertips on a plush towel before coating them in a moisturizing cream that was almost devoid of any scent but felt like pure butter upon spreading. She worked the cream into the beds of her nails, along the lengths of her fingers, into her knuckles and around her wrists. She would watch her fingers and hands work around each other the entire time.

A flurry of tools were used at this point, although I’m afraid I have no comprehension as to what for. She would carefully select her tool. Skillfully, she would tend to the shape of her nails, dilligently adjusting each one to match the next. She would hold her hands close to her face and far away from her face, scrutinizing every swift movement the tool she was using made. Her nose would wrinkle ever so slightly if something was off, even just by a bit and a gentle blow on the nail would signal a job well done.

Next came the polish, which she chose with such consideration that it was almost painful to watch. It was never as simple as “Today, I’m going to wear blue nail polish”, it was an ehxhaustive internal debate about the proper shade of blue and the correct brand to use and whether or not to do one coat or two. She fussed over this part of the process and changed her mind often, spending much longer than one needed to on the choosing of the polish.

Finally, when she had picked the exact right shade made by the exact right company, she would turn on the radio, open the nail polish and set it out in front of her. Laying her hands flat out before her, she would take a moment to breathe very deeply, closing her eyes and visualizing her finished product – her soon to be masterpiece.

Confidently, she’d raise the brush from out of the lacquer and with her right hand begin to paint of the nails of the left. Starting with the thumb and working her way to the pinky, her strokes were delicate and steady, coating the nail in evenly distrubuted lines of color until the whole nail was the desired shade of her first coat.

Sometimes, she only needed one coat of nail polish. Sometimes, she needed two or three. It all depended on the shade and brand and she had spent so much time on her nail polish that she knew exactly how many coats she would need before she even began. She would still raise her nails for consideration after each and every nail was painted, the same critical eye scanning for any imperfection.

After she completed the nails of her left hand, she would raise her hand gracefully to her mouth and she would blow every so slightly on the wet lacquer. She’d hold her hand facing her and curl the fingers down to blow on the nails and then would stretch her hand out in front of her to inspect the color, the coating, the artistry. Then, she would move to her right hand.

Since she was right-handed, her right hand was always the hardest for her to paint. When she was a young girl she had struggled with this lack of dexterity and would cry to her mother that she would never be a real woman. Her mother would console her and finish her right hand and when Mary’s mother died, she had no choice but to learn to do it. She always thought of her mother with fond memories as she jutted her tongue between her lips to paint these nails.

And though her right hand shook as she made her strokes, the color came out just as flawlessly on this hand as her other and she often smiled to herself on the accomplishment.

When both hands were completed, she would shift them this way and that, ensuring every nail was done to perfection. She would look at her nails from every angle – upside down, right side up, from the side and in the reflection of the mirror. She would clean up any mistakes and when all was just right, she would lay both her hands flat on the table in front of her.

Exhaling heavily, Mary would feel a calm surround her. She would admire her hands until the polish had dried, feeling very proud of the work she’d done, creating the whole woman.

#WordcountWednesday: This Brave New World

The Challenge:

Use the phrase “Everyone belongs to everyone else…” inspired by Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

We had been driving down the dusty dirt road in our clunky lemon of a car for the last twenty minutes. I had a map sprawled across my lap, legs stretched out the open window as green fields rolled by the tips of my white boat shoes. I kept saying, to him and myself, “I’m sure we made the right turn. It all looks right…”, trailing off every time to tap the creased paper with my pencil.

He confidently drove on, as if he knew exactly where he was going even though we were utterly lost, I was sure of it. Rows upon rows of trees whipped past us as dusty sand was tossed carelessly from our back wheels. He put his hand behind my head and patted, “Relax my girl. We’ll get there.” and he smiled that smile that melted my heart every time.

I sighed and looked ahead down the long sandy dirt road, my heart racing and my mind turning over and over. In the distance, I saw it. A big wooden gate. I pulled my legs down from the window and threw the map in the backseat. I grabbed his arm and half-shouted at him, “We’re here! It’s here!” and he grinned from ear to ear. I leaned over and kissed his cheek. He applied pressure to the brakes and moved the lemon over to the side of the road – half in the grass, half on the dirt.

“What..? What are you doing?”, I gaped at him, hands dropping into my lap.

“I just wanted to take a moment, you and me. I want to hold your hands and kiss you and make sure you’re ready for this.”, he grabbed my hands from my lap with one hand and placed the other beneath my chin, lifting my wide eyes up to meet his.

“I’m so ready! Aren’t you?”, my voice quaked as I asked.

He moved forward and locked his lips around mine, “I love you… so much!”, he whispered the “so much” gently.

I grabbed his arm, “I love you too… so much!”, and I snuggled my head against his neck, my long hair falling about his chest and arms, the smell of strawberries and almonds swirling around us both.

He nodded and said, “Well, then let’s go, shall we?” and we both straightened as the car rumbled back to movement down the last few feet of dusty road.

We stopped at the large gate before us and both ejected from the car in a burst. Our doors squeaked and we ran to the front of the car. Delicate carvings made their way up the poles holding the gate, twisting clear around them. Atop the poles sat an intricate sign decorated with the same carvings that read, “Everyone belongs to everyone else” and upon reading it, he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight to his body. I kissed his neck and jaw, barely able to contain my excitement. He seemed more reserved.

He released me after a moment and walked forward to unclasp the large gate and as he placed his hand on the soft wood, I wrapped my arms around him from behind and whispered, “Today is the day and I’ve never loved you more!” and he let out a large breath as he lifted the black-colored metal off its hinge.

The gate swung open, opening its welcoming arms to this couple in love.

I squeed loudly and cheerfully made her way back to the car, gracefully dancing a jig along the way. He raised his chin, pushed his shoulders back and his chest out and walked back to the car composed. The doors squeaked as they closed and the lemon sputtered to start through the gate.

Tall green trees surrounded them on each side, branches reaching far out above them. The dust continued to fly up behind them and they both sat high on the edge of their seats, searching the seclusion for signs of life. Smoke rose up from the trees above them and they knew they must be close.

Ten minutes passed before they came upon a clearing in the trees where a small grouping of cars were parked. Then, they saw it. The huge cabin surrounded by even more of the same trees. Dark logs laid on top of each other over and over again created the walls of the cabin, expanding upwards of three stories. A large porch wrapped around the entire building and as they pulled their rusty car around the circular dirt driveway to the door, four people emerged from the massive double doors separating us from them.

I opened the door quickly and sprang from the car in a burst. He sat unable to move. One by one, each of the four descended the stairs and wrapped their arms around me and I embraced them all with glee. A tall muscular man from the group walked around to the other side of the car and opened the car door. He reached his hand out, offering it to my lover and he emerged from the vehicle looking tense and awkward.

I ran over to him and took him by the hand, bringing him into the group which was now circling about us. An older lady with long graying hair smiled wildly at me and pointed her leathery finger towards the door. I nodded and the small girl in our group, hair red like the strawberries of my scented shampoo, frittered quickly to the door and quietly yelled into the house, “They’re here!” and you could hear the entire house come alive.

A stream of people came rushing out the front door and we were suddenly surrounded by twenty or thirty men and women, all in varying states of dress and ages. Hug after hug after hug, a thousand words barely heard or recognized, and then silence as the older lady made her way up the seven steps to the porch.

“It has been a long journey for our new sister and brother. Let them to their rooms and then we begin!”. The crowd began to disperse and the fiery-haired girl grabbed my hand and began to lead me towards the cabin. I grabbed my lover’s hand and he squeezed it hard. I kissed his cheek and whispered, “It’s going to be alright”, he nodded and looked ahead with determination.

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#DailyChallenge: The Office of Love

The Challenge:

Use one of the #WritingPrompts for #EroticWriters from this Pinterest board.

I picked this one:

#WritingPrompts for #EroticWriters: The office was empty...

#WritingPrompts for #EroticWriters: The office was empty…

James and I had been seeing each other for sometime, absolutely on the down low. He was well-known at his job and sleeping with another man was definitely not good for his career. I was openly gay and proudly wore the pride flag on my sleeve (literally!).

We had met at a gay bar, of course. He came in with his sister, who is the only person other than me that knows that he’s gay. His sister was determined to help him get out of the closet and while it worked it one sense, our relationship gets more serious everyday and he seems more in denial about it.

James had texted me from work one day.

“I need to see you…!”, he typed from his mahogany desk scattered with stacks of paperwork and files filled to the brim.

“You wanna meet for coffee later?”, I responded, as I did anytime he asked to see me.

“No, need to see you… NOW!”, he replied, almost as soon as I had responded.

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes… Are you ok?”, I asked, already grabbing my jacket and keys. As I walked out my front door, he texted saying, “Just get here NOW!”. I rushed…

When I arrived at his office, he quickly grabbed me at the reception area, his cheeks red and the first two buttons of his dress shirt undone. The receptionist was gone and no one filled the seats in the reception and as I allowed him to pull me down the hallway, I noticed most of the lights off and all the offices empty.

He lead me into his office and hastily closed the door behind him, slamming the lock into place. I began to take off my jacket when James rushed upon me, sliding his hands about me and helping me out of the sleeves of my coat. He threw it across the room and lifted my t-shirt above my head in one quick motion. I laughed as I began unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, never having seen him quite like this.

He kissed my neck feverishly and fumbled to undo my pants, struggling to remove my leather belt from it’s loops and pawing at the button that held them up. I grabbed his hands and whispered, “Relax, I’ll help” and he looked slightly ashamed for a moment. I undid my zipper and pulled my hardened cock from my pants.

He gasped and dropped to his knees, hurriedly devouring the entire length of my shaft deep into his mouth. My head fell back and instinctively my hands found their way to the side of his face and I began thrusting hard into his face. He gagged slightly and I just continued on. His hands reached up behind me and grabbed hard at my ass, shoving my cock even deeper down his throat and I moaned loudly before lifting him off his knees.

I turned him around and roughly kissed his neck, pulling gently on the soft brown curls just covering the back of his neck. I reached around in front of him and undid the buckle of his belt. With a great amount of skill, I quickly undid his button and fly and pushed his pants down to his ankles as I dug my teeth into his naked, hot flesh.

As I returned to standing, my cock hitting against his upper thighs, I put my hand on his neck and began pushing him forward, his hands resting on the edge of his large desk. I ran my hand down his back and then grabbed his small hips with my strong hands. He stuck out his beautiful bottom and I was compelled to kneel down. First, I took both his balls into my mouth and sucked hard on them and his knees shivered furiously. Then, I licked across his perineum, my tongue pointed and hard before gently pulling his ass cheeks apart and allowing my tongue to explore his sweet taste. He moaned loudly as my tongue slid slightly into his dark hole and I moaned in response to him.

I stood and gently pushed my way into him, my hands exploring every inch of his exposed skin. I reached up his back and grabbed his shoulders, pushing myself deeper into him and he heaved against his will. I traced my fingers down his back, between his shoulder blades and over the ridge of his buttocks. He shivered and shook beneath me. I pulled him up off the desk and held him close to my body, my hands making their way to his begging, dripping, throbbing shaft.

As I wrapped my large hand around him and thrusted deep within him, he moaned and muttered words you could not understand. He shook his head and raised his hands repetitively. He reached behind me and pulled me closer still and I kissed whichever parts of him I could reach – his arms as they wrapped around me, his shoulders as he raised them up, his neck when his head would fall forward and his checks when he would throw his head back.

I nibbled on the lobe of his ear and he screamed out, “I love you!”, as he shuddered and shot cum all over the top of the paperwork strewn across his desk. I wrapped my arms around his chest and as I released my load into him, I kissed his cheek and whispered, “I love you too!”.

#WordcountWednesday: The Handjob

The Challenge:

Write a piece with 3 synonyms for penis, without ever actually using the word “Penis”.

It had been a few days since they had last caressed each other’s skin and she was dying to feel his flesh next to hers, inside of her. He laid on his back as she rested her head on his chest, circling her fingers around his nipples and following the curls of hair down the flattened line of his stomach. He gently flicked his fingers across her shoulder and she laid tender kisses on the sides of his body.

The touch of his velvety skin beneath her fingers was enough to get her wet and the growing bulge beneath the blanket that covered the lower halves of their body proved he was enjoying her touch as well. She flattened her palm against his skin and slid her hand down under the blanket, letting her hands playfully roam into the soft curls of his pubic hair.

He pulled her in tighter to him as she pressed her finger along the length of his shaft, delighting in the quick pulse beneath her pointer. She laid her palm flat on the top of his member and wrapped the length of her fingers about his girth and he rocked his hips gently, without even being aware that he was doing it. She giggled quietly as she begin stroking his cock.

She lifted her head and raised her lips to his, and he moaned deeply as she gripped him harder. She moved her thumb to cover the tip of his head and continued to rub him, slow and hard and then fast and gentle. She twisted her wrist about and he moaned loudly, grabbing ever so slightly at her hair.

She knew she was “hitting the spot” when his pointer finger began repeatedly pacing back and forth on her neck. She continued to stroke his member, harder and faster, lifting her lips to his and pressing her body against him. His hips continued to rock, stronger and faster, until he grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, filling her hand with all his sweet juices, each throbbing pulse felt between her finger and thumb.

She moaned and kissed him hard, “My turn now?”…

#MondaysMuse on The Erotic Writers Group: Challenge Central

#MondaysMuse: Third Person Love

The Challenge

Write a piece in third person narrative.

They had met in highschool and hardly noticed one another. She was a skinny girl with coke bottle glasses and an inability to tame her wild hair who sat behind the most popular boy in the whole school during endless biology lessons conducted by none other than Mr. Bates – or as the school girls called him “Bator”.

He was popular at the school for a lot of reasons. First, his family owned half the town. His father was the mayor, his mother hosted grand banquets and all his brother’s – who were older than him – had these amazing jobs as lawyers and CEO’s. Then, he was a star athlete in the most extreme way that you could imagine. If there was a sport to be played, he was front and center, winning every medal imaginable. You’d never believe it by looking at him, but he had placed first in a ballet competition in Russia and had a dozen medals for professional wrestling.

When they first met, he was a relentless tease. He was incredibly good looking and when he was’t being a total ass, he was quite charming. Girls flocked to him constantly and even though he showed little interest, they just kept coming. Her first memory of him involves the dissection of a lamb’s eye – something she dreaded and he had looked forward to his whole life; it was the reason he was in biology instead of the other science classes taught at this jail cell they call highschool.

Years passed before they would meet again and this time, all the time that made up a life by this point had changed them entirely. He was still ridiculously good looking, although no longer boyish looking at all. Grey hair had creeped into his once dark locks, giving him an air of dignity that was hard to anticipate. He was no longer a successful athlete due to a stinging pain in his knees although his name was well-known from his long running career as such.

She was the most unrecognizable. Years of heartache, break-ups and make-ups gone bad, failures in her personal and professional life and hours wasted crying, left her looking ragged and frazzled beyond repair. Her wild hair, which had always been hard to tame, wiggled around her face in dizzy curls. Her skin was ruddy from too much sun, not enough protection and love and her lips chapped at the corners.

They bumped into each other on the street. He was rushing to the office, a briefcase in one hand and a coffee in the other, talking into the device strapped to his ear. She was off to meet her best friend Ivy for a coffee at the local shop they both spent way too much time at. Neither of them were paying any attention to the world around them and when they collided, his briefcase popped open and his coffee sprayed all over her tattered white dress.

She immediately started making this harsh cooing sound, as the coffee soaked right through the light fabric burning her sensitive nipples in an instant. He swooped down over the papers fleeing from the case, cursing loudly at the pantheon of random deities about his “stupid luck”. The whole street moved around them, as if there were some barrier keeping them from the dramatic scene about to unfold, as the too of them gathered themselves and their belongings.

She stood with her arms raised up by her side, trying to keep the hot fabric still on her hardening nipples. He closed up the briefcase, saying a silent goodbye to the lost charts and pages floating in the wind, and rose to see the white dress stained and clinging to her nipples. She pointed her finger, from it’s raised position, “Hey, I know you, don’t I?”.

He squinted his eyes at her, cocking his head slightly and reached up to brush a wet strand of hair out of her face. “Oh, maybe… I… uhm… I think so…”. She grabbed his waist and pulled him in for a tight hug, “Of course you do, it’s me!” and he felt strange because the girl he thought she was was not the type of girl who would or should hug him and yet, here she was…

She smelt like vanilla to him and her hair crowded his face. Without meaning to, his manhood sprung to life and she cooed at the feel of it against the wet front of her dress. He embraced her slightly tighter and she kissed his cheek as she pulled away. “Do you have somewhere you have to be?”, she asked him rather innocently and he nodded as he gulped, trying to cover himself with his briefcase. “Is it important?”, she implored, her freckled cheeks looking adorable behind her big glasses and wild hair. He just barely shrugged his shoulders and began to open his lips to explain, when she grabbed his hand and pulled him along behind her.

They walked rather hurriedly and every time he opened his mouth to ask a question or argue their fleeing with her, she turned and smiled and he forgot that he cared to know. They stopped in the middle of an alley between two tall brick buildings, a narrow curvy street winding between them. She pulled him in tightly again and wriggled against him, enjoying the feel of him through her thin dress.

She shoved him up against the brick wall and began undoing his pants, working his belt out of the front loops and unlatching the button. He seemed to grow and grow as her long fingers worked his length out of his pants. He put his hand in her wild and scraggly hair, feeling much softer than it looked, and pulled her in for a deep kiss and she pressed her body up against his, the front of her dress damp.

She turned away from him and lifted up the back of her dress, revealing nothing but her smooth white ass. He instinctively reached out and grabbed it when he realized that she was already very wet. He quickly rammed his strong cock deep into her and she let out a yelp as he pulled out and thrust deep again. He pulled hard on her hips, thrusting himself into her and she muffled the sounds of her screams in her hands which were firmly clasping around her mouth.

His final thrust was his hardest and her hands fell to the ground to support herself as he half collapsed on her backside shivering, the wall behind him just barely keeping him off the ground. He sunk until he was seated and she moved with him, keeping his shrinking cock inside of her. He closed his eyes trying to piece together what had just happened and she turned herself around to face him.

She stroked his hair as she kissed his forehead, this small crease forming on it from a vein that appeared when he became confused. Her hands traveled through his greying hair and she laid kisses around his nose, down his neck, across his jawbone as the muscles of her pussy gently clenched around him. His hands wrapped about her body and he gently rocked his hips without being aware of his slight actions.

He muttered, “What just… happened…?” and she shook her head, “We’re just getting to know one another, now, aren’t we?”, and he nodded even though he had no idea what she meant. They sat in that alley, in that position for what felt like a lifetime, muttering things back and forth to each other and before they knew it, they felt like they had gotten to know one another. They exchanged stories and told truths, they spoke about work and friends and by the end of it had repeated another climax for each of them, in that position.

When they walked away from that encounter, her cellphone squealing with calls from her missed coffee with Ivy and his head heaving with all the appointments he had just missed, they never considered that would be the start of what has now become a 20-year marriage with 3 kids and 6 grandkids…