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The One Lovely Blog Award

I woke up this morning to find that the lovely Rachel Woe has nominated me for the 'One Lovely Blog Award'.  I am touched whenever someone thinks enough of my blog and/or writing to nominate me for an award and this one is no different!

The rules for the award are as follows: 
You must list the rules to the One Lovely Blog Award
You must thank the person(s) who nominated you and include a link to their blog
You must add seven facts about yourself
You must nominate 15 other bloggers and let them know they have been nominated
You must display the award logo and follow the blogger who nominated you 

So here we go...

Rachel!  Thank you so much for nominating me!  I came across Rachel's blog a couple of months ago when my wife insisted that I simply had to drop what I was doing and read a flash fiction she had found.  The story was Rachel's  'En Route' and I was not disappointed!  Rachel is very friendly on Twitter and there is always something interesting to read on her blog.  She inspired me to start writing flash fiction and while I'm nowhere near as good as her I hope that one day I will come close!  Make sure you check out her blog 'Rachel Woe'

Now for the seven facts about me... I hate doing these type of things but here goes!
1.  Human Biology was my best subject at high school!  It's the only subject I really excelled in and I am still proud for being awarded the prize for top student in the subject!
2.  When it comes to snacks I am more of a savoury snacker than a sweet snacker
3.  I am slightly (okay, extremely) addicted to buying books from my favourite second hand book store
4.  I am 2/3 of the way through my Bachelor of Communication and for some unknown reason am considering beginning degree #2 (Bachelor of Arts majoring in Classical Studies) in 2016
5.  When my best friend came to stay with me for 10 days at the end of 2011 I had no idea that by the time she left we would be madly in love
6.  I have a pet Axolotl and I am pretty sure he died for a couple of hours in September, but he is very much alive now!  I now call him the Zombie-lotl
7.  I am allllllll about mint chocolate chip ice cream

And now for my nominations!
Lily Harlem
A Good Woman's Dirty Mind
Donuts and Desires
Christina Harding Erotica
Sheri Savill
Always the Good Girl
Between My Sheets
Rosanna Leo
My Little Vixen
I Married a Sex God
A Little Bit of Naughty
Leann Lane
Dena Celeste
DragonflyLady's Writey Ramblings
Rachel Cray Erotica

Virginity - and why I am nervous for our kids

I am nervous for our children... and that doesn't just come from being a mum with an anxiety disorder.

The teenage years are horrible.  I remember them well and I know everyone reading this will remember them well.  The hormones, the pressure, the angst, the need for independence and not feeling as if you are getting enough, the decisions that you need to make about life (seriously, WHY are we expecting 17 year olds to know what they want to do with the rest of their life?!), and then there is everything sex related, but particularly the losing of one's virginity.

I remember being a teenager and the huge deal that was made about losing the 'big V'.  Parents and teachers were slamming home the point that you should wait until you are properly ready and that you lose it under the right circumstances.  Friends and peers brag about losing their virginity, about how awesome sex is, about what positions they've done it in, about how many people they have had sex with.  There is so much pressure from both sides - some of it intentional and some of it unintentional - and it makes for a hellishly confusing time.

I lost my virginity faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar too early.  Years too early.  So early that I am now ashamed about it, particularly about the way I lost it and who it was with.  The thought of any of our kids losing their virginity so young and in such a way fills me with dread.  I'm probably bloody lucky I was at boarding school when it happened to me and I didn't have to physically look at my parents when they found out about it.

But you know what?  In one way I am... I'm not sure that 'glad' is the right word, but because I can't think of another word, let's go with glad.  The one way I am glad that I lost my virginity so young is that I didn't have to put up with the pressure from either side.  When the rest of my friends and peers were going through the inner turmoil of should-I-or-shouldn't-I, I didn't have that worry.  I had lost it, that big, enormous, momentous, life-changing moment had been and gone (I might add that after I lost my virginity I didn't have sex for another four years).

I wish such a huge deal wasn't made about it, that teenagers and young adults could be given the tools required to make an informed decision for themselves (I know this is idealistic, not every teen or young adult has the mental capacity to do this!), without being told by x, y, and z, that a, b, or c was the right thing to do.

Having the benefit of hindsight (I know, old person saying...) I can see that too much emphasis is placed on the wrong aspects of losing your virginity.  It all seems to be about 'do have sex' or 'don't have sex' and then about age.  Teenagers are told 'DON'T HAVE SEX!' but they aren't told why.  They aren't given a chance for real dialogue about it (*I say this in a general sense, I know there ARE plenty of adults out there who have great dialogue re sex with their teens).  People seem to focus on the physical reasons to abstain, especially with regard to pregnancy and STI transmission, but it needs to go a lot further.  The mental side of things, the emotional side, the spiritual side.

But then the same can be said for the peer pressure side of things.  'It feels so good' yeah, true, it can feel good, but it can also be uncomfortable as well as opening up a new world of insecurities.  I didn't orgasm, I must be broken.  He/she didn't cum, I must be doing something wrong.  Sex doesn't feel good, there must be something wrong with me.

There is stigma attached to losing virginity too young or in the wrong circumstances, but there is also a stigma attatched to not losing one's virginity young enough. It is like if you have lost your virginity by the time you are 15 you are automatically a 'slut', if you haven't lost your virginity by the time you are 20 you are 'frigid' or there is obviously something wrong with you. 

It's a complete and utter contradiction.  What is so wrong with someone not losing their virginity until they are 20?  30? 40?  Older?   Why should it bother me if Jane Bloggs down the road didn't lose her virginity until she was 25?

Why can't people just accept that the decision to lose your virginity should be a private one, one that is made when each individual feels the time is right?  We (when I say we, I mean we as a society)  can give teenagers and young people tools to help them with that decision, we should be available for them to talk to about it if they want, we should be there to guide them if and when they want our guidance.  On the flip side, we should accept that not everyone is ready to lose their virginity in their teens and that some people may have no interest in losing it at all.

Virginity is a big deal - but it should be a big deal on an individual level - not a societal level.  I wish our four children could grow up in a society where virginity is what it is - having sex for the first time - and that the pressure so commonly associated with it, whether from the 'don't do it' or 'do it now!' camp, didn't exist. Losing your virginity should most be seen as special and I am by no means saying people should lose their virginity when they are too young mentally, emotionally and physically to cope with it.

I guess when I think about our children, I want them to not feel pressured to lose their virginity, but I also don't want them thinking sex is evil or a 'bad' thing to do.  I want them to be able to talk with us when they have questions or feel confused or just need a sounding board, and that, between my wife and I, we can give them the ability to make an informed decision and lose their virginity when the time is right for them, not when society thinks it is right for them.

Late night masturbation... that leads to so much more

Well, my exams are all done for the year!  Now it's just the long wait to see if I have passed all my papers so I can plan what will hopefully be the final year of my degree... we should just ignore the fact I am already considering degree #2 or some postgrad work.

While studying for my last exam I got a little inspired and sidetracked and wrote a little something which I will probably include in the (novel length) story I am writing at the moment, about Lanie and her polyamorous relationship with twin brothers Blake and Logan.  The story is still in its early days but I am enjoying writing it!

I haven't posted anything for a few days so I wanted to share the little snippet that kept me from my exam study....  Enjoy!

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It was 3am. After sleeping for maybe two hours at the most, Lanie was awake again and struggling to get back to sleep. She had tried counting sheep, she had tried a special muscle relaxation technique Blake swore by, she had tried shutting off her brain, she had even tried reading on her eReader but it was all to no avail; she was wide awake and frustrated.

As far as she was concerned there was only one thing left to try. Masturbation. Logan had a big week at work so waking him up for a little sexual relief wasn't an option, she would just have to get the dirty thoughts flowing and use her fingers to send her to sleep.

Dirty thoughts or perhaps some on-mute porn on her cellphone. Yes, that seemed easier. Picking her phone up from beside the bed she turned it to silent and flicked to the bookmarks screen, tapping on the icon for her go-to porn website.

But what was she in the mood for? Lesbian? Threesomes? Gang bangs? Oral? Spanking? Who the hell was she kidding in pretending to consider other categories of porn? As usual she went straight to the 'anal' category and began scrolling through for a thumbnail that appealed. She found one and was about to tap 'play' when she realised she would need a particularly intense orgasm to send her to the land of nod. Taking this into consideration, Lanie reached over and took her bullet vibrator from the nightstand.

Logan didn't stir as she did this and when she placed it against her clit then rolled onto her tummy and turned it on he remained completely oblivious. She was glad he was such a sound sleeper.

Her clit was already beginning to tingle and when she finally started the video the tingle turned into a dull throb. She skipped through the boring stuff and resumed the video when the two characters were naked. Lanie began to circle her hips in loose movements, the friction provided by the mattress beneath her adding to the thrumming vibrations of the bullet against her clitoris.

On screen the man was now pressing the tip of his cock against the woman's asshole and Lanie instinctively began pressing her hips more firmly against the mattress, in need of the added stimulation.

Lanie groaned internally as the man pushed inside the woman's ass. Lanie could feel her pussy getting wetter as she move her hips in tighter circles and opened her legs slightly, just enough to stretch her hole but not so much the bullet slipped out from between her labia. That was the last thing she needed!

On screen the couple were picking up the pace. Lanie's pussy was starting to feel hot and swollen while her clitoris was pulsating and sending shocks of pleasure through her body.

Lanie's toes began to curl as she felt her arousal moving on to a new phase – the pre-orgasm stage - when the pleasure became close to oberwhelming. She gripped the top of the mattress with her spare hand and tired to control her breathing knowing that if she could manage to stay silent the orgasm would be even more intense.

Her abdomen, hips and thighs were all rigid, providing more resistatnce against the mattress and therefore increasing the friction on her clit. How she wished she could scream!

Lanie almost screamed with shock when Logan suddenly moved on top of her. She had been so caught up in the video and the pleasure coursing through her she hadn't been aware of Logan waking up. Lanie moved to turn the video off but before she could Logan stopped her.

“Keep watching it,” he whispered into her ear.

Lanie whimpered an 'uh huh' in response and did as she was told. Logan got onto his knees and when she heard a lid being popped open she almost came from the anticipation alone. He was lubing up, which only meant one thing.

A finger ran down between her ass cheeks and when she felt that finger gently massaging her tight hole she groaned loudly, tilting her hips backward so he could use more pressure.

The tip of his lubed finger slowly pressed inside her hole, the tight muscles stretching to accommodate the finger and making her want more. Seven inches more.

Her breaths were coming in pants and when she finally felt the rounded tip of his cock against her asshole she gripped onto the bottom sheet and cried out loudly.

Logan's thick length felt divine as it slowly worked its way deeper into her and she had to resist the urge to get on all fours, knowing she would be rewarded with a killer orgasm if she kept as much friction on her clit as possible,

She couldn't really focus on the porn video, her eyesight was going blurry and her eyes kept rolling back in her head. Every stroke of Logan's cock was bringing her closer to the edge and as he started to move harder she dropped her phone and pressed her hands against the headboard.

The resistance allowed Logan to hit deeper and harder but it also allowed her to grind her hips more effectively against the mattress. Every muscle in her body began to tighten as her orgasm started to build. Any intention of a silent orgasm flew out the window and as she began crying out louder and louder, she had to brace her self for what was fast approaching.

Her pussy was sopping, her clit was aching, the feeling of fullness in her ass was only increasing with each stroke. She felt the very first orgasmic spasm in her clit and then screamed and writhed around beneath Logan as the full brunt of her orgasm struck.

She could feel it in her cunt and in her ass, she could feel it everywhere and it came wave after relentless wave until finally her body went still and the tension of orgasm was replaced by a soft, floaty feeling, a feeling of no longer being in her own body... just drifting.

When Logan pulled out of her she realised he had also cum. She had been so caught up in her own orgasm she had completely missed the chance to experience the feeling of Logan releasing his load into her.

She tried to form words, to tell him she loved him, that he had melted her brain, that she loved feeling him pressed against her like that, but all that came out was an incoherent mumble as sleep finally consumed her.

My Sexy Saturday, week 67

Welcome to week 67 of My Sexy Saturday, a blog hop giving writers of erotica an opportunity to share 7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs of their work.

Each week is based on a different theme and this week it is 'A Sexy First'.  For my contribution I have decided to share James and India's first time having sex in their new house...

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When she came out a minute later James lost any ability to control himself. He had been expecting something fancy, lace, satin, bows, maybe stockings and heels to finish off the delectable ensemble. He was very wrong though. The third item of lingerie was a sheer long sleeve black babydoll which didn't have straps or lacy cups to hide her boobs, instead it had a single ribbon which tied just below her breasts. Her nipples were easily seen through the sheer fabric, hard and pointy, just calling to be licked, sucked, rubbed, tweaked and squeezed. In comparison to the other two pieces of lingerie it was relatively plain, but bloody hell it got his blood pumping - straight to his cock.

He tore his eyes from the heart attack inducing sight and as he watched India walking toward him he was afraid he might cum before she even reached the bed. Her boobs were jiggling slightly and had a hypnotic effect on him; as if on autopilot he pulled the blankets off him, exposing his cock to his very impressed looking audience of one. It was hard to breathe when India carefully straddled him at the hips and he feared he may pass out from a lack of oxygen. The raging throb in his cock increased as he felt India's pussy graze against the tip of his cock and though it (literally) pained him to do so he stopped himself from pulling her down on him, taking time to kiss the sexy woman perched on his cock.

India moaned against his mouth as they began kissing and he was glad she was as turned on as he was, it would have been a shame if he came after a minute or two and she wasn't even close to reaching her peak. Aware he wouldn't be able to maintain his restraint for much longer James broke off the kiss and pulled her forward, capturing one very hard nipple between his lips. India cried out in anguish as he gently sucked on and then licked her nipple, the layer of sheer fabric between his tongue and her nipple obviously providing a little added friction against her nipple.

The weight of her breast against his mouth had the effect it always did, a wild hunger began rising up inside him. He began to suck her nipple harder and harder, his fingers digging into her hips, his own hips instinctively arching upward, as if his cock was trying to find her wet, tight opening all by itself. He needed her pussy, he needed her wetness, her swollen warmth and it was with a flustered groan he quickly switched nipples, wanting to hold out as long as he could before finally pulling her down around him. He was losing the battle and began pulling at the other nipple while sucking extremely hard on the one in his mouth until – without realising – he was biting it.

India was moaning and crying out in pleasure as he tortured and tormented her nipple and he could feel her body trembling beneath his touch. James managed to remove his hand from India's other nipple and moved it between them so he could undo the bow which held the babydoll together below her breasts. He moved the fabric apart and groaned with delight as he finally felt her bare nipple against his tongue.

At the same time India slid down his cock, her pussy juices coated his hardness and almost instantly the hot, slick wetness caused a deep, almost painful throb in his cock. He tried to keep it at bay but India began moving her hips hard and fast against him and he knew he was fighting a losing battle. He pulled her down tightly at the hips and started to almost growl as he felt his orgasm building. India had already started screaming and in a case of deliciously perfectly timing they came together

Loud groans and screams filled their room as he pulled her down and pushed into her so hard she wasn't able to move her hips. Her pussy was tightly strangling his cock and each tight contraction around him prolonged his orgasm. Wave after wave they rode until finally their orgasms subsided.

Lanie wants a spanking *flash fiction*

I was studying for an exam yesterday and surprisingly found myself inspired.  A spanking scene was brewing in my head and it just HAD to be written!

Just how cramming for my Editing & Publishing exam left to me feeling quite so inspired I really don't know!  It was a very good way to relax though... the best exam prep ever!

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“You're very distracting, you know that?” Logan tried his hardest to sound annoyed but they both knew he was enjoying the distraction provided by his girlfriend modelling her latest purchase.

“Don't you like my dress?” Lanie did a good job of sounding innocent as she pouted at him in that sexy way of hers.

“Quite the opposite,” Logan declared, his eyes running over her dress for the billionth time.

“I hope I will look the part at this awards show,” Lanie sighed and Logan could tell she wasn't faking the concern in her voice.

“Looking the part?” Logan smirked and then stood up from where he was seated at the kitchen table, ignoring the paperwork he had brought home to do. “You are going to be the most beautiful woman there,” he reassured her and wasn't lying when he added, “every other woman will pale in comparison to you.”

“You're just saying that because you have to.” Lanie rolled her eyes at him.

He wasn't just saying it. The emerald green dress she wore looked as if it had been custom made for her. It had a plunging neckline that stopped one millimeter short of being too risqué and managed to look classy instead, and the way the fabric skimmed over her hips and waist was extremely alluring. Her already perfect-in-his-eyes hourglass figure was somehow even more breathtaking than usual and the longer he took in those curves he loved so dearly, the harder it became to concentrate on anything.

It didn't help that the blood flow to his brain seemed to have been diverted to his cock, which was fast waking up and standing to attention.

“If I didn't like your dress, would I be in this state right now?” he asked, motioning toward the growing tent in his pants. Lanie flashed him a sexy smile and he approached her, stopping when he was close enough to put his hands on her hips.

“You haven't seen the back view yet,” Lanie reminded him and slowly turned around.

Logan forgot to breathe as he took in the sight. Her ass. Holy fucking hell. He had been hard before she'd turned around but his cock was now rock solid... and his palm had started to itch.

Logan didn't give her a chance to turn back around and, with his hands on her hips, directed her across the room to the counter that separated the dining room from the kitchen. Lanie placed her hands on the countertop and stuck her ass out. Oh yes, she knew him so well.

Logan rubbed his hand slowly over her ass, his cock twitching excitedly as his fingers followed the curve around. He stopped when he heard a whimper from Lanie. Not wanting to risk ruining what was clearly a very expensive dress, Logan unzipped the gown and helped her out of it then placed it on the counter beside them.

She had no panties on and when Logan ran his hand down the curve of her ass again Lanie whimpered again and tilted her hips back. He heard her breath hitch as he broke the contact between her skin and his hand and as he brought the hand down on her ass she let out a loud moan of either pleasure or relief. Maybe it was both.

Exactly how long had she been craving a good spanking?

Logan knew how she liked to be spanked and wasted no time in bringing his hand down on her ass again, and again, and again. Lanie's moans and cries were loud from the start and something about the volume spurred him on.

Over and over his hand came down on her ass, the blotchy red handprint quickly developed into a redder and more defined shape with each blow of his hand against the tender flesh. Lanie was moving her hips in circular motions and when he stopped after every few blows to rub his hand gently over the reddening handprint, he had to resist the urge to drop his pants, step in behind her and feel the undulations of her hips with his cock buried deep inside her pussy.

“Harder,” Lanie begged breathlessly and Logan immediately did as she asked.

Her cries and moans became louder, the motion of her hips tightened and sped up, and he could see wetness beginning to coat her inner thighs. The scent of her sex was faint but intoxicating and his cock was now uncomfortably hard.

Knowing from the noises she was making that they had reached the stage where she would no longer feel pain, Logan began spanking her with more force. Lanie's moans became screams and she began gripping the counter so hard her knuckles went white. His palm was stinging, her ass was a flaming red colour and the heat radiating off it was unbelievable.

Lanie started to tremble and Logan knew she was close to the edge. His own limit was also perilously close and without thinking about it he pulled his pants and boxers down with one hand while spanking her with the other. With his cock free, he put one hand on her hips and with the other guided his cock to her hole.

When he was lined up he moved his other hand to her hips and pulled her back against him as he thrust forward, impaling her on his cock. Both of them made strangled screams of pleasure as he filled her swollen cunt. Their instincts took over and as he slammed in and out of her, hard and fast, Lanie pressed back into him allowing him to hit as deeply as possible.

His orgasm had started to build the moment he felt her drenched heat on the tip of his cock and after only ten forceful, deep thrusts he could feel his body tensing in anticipation. Lanie's pussy had an iron-like grip on his cock and at the exact moment his orgasm erupted, he felt her come undone around him as her orgasm struck.

She pushed back, he pushed forward and held tightly to her hips. Their screams and groans were loud, hers high pitched, his deep and guttural; wave after wave they rode together, until the tension dissolved from their bodies and they collapsed into a sweaty, comatose heap on the floor.

My Sexy Saturday, week 66

Welcome to week 66 of My Sexy Saturday, a blog hop which gives writers of erotica a chance to share 7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs from a published work or work in progress.  Each week there is a special, sexy theme and this week the theme is 'A Sexy Date Night'.

When looking for a suitable excerpt I realised my characters don't go on nearly enough dates so that is something I plan to rectify in the very near future!

The excerpt I finally decided on is from one of my earliest works and is one that will likely go unread by everyone except my wife!  The couple on a sexy date in this story are Elle and Carter.  Elle is pregnant and they have spent the day at the mall shopping for baby stuff.  They have some time to kill before joining her parents for dinner so decide to go on a spontaneous movie date... giving the pregnant (and very horny) Elle a chance to live out one of her naughtiest fantasies.  Sex in a cinema.

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“You're evil,” Carter's voice came as a flustered whisper. 
 “I have no idea why you would say that, sweet, dear, gorgeous, utterly fuckable fiance of mine...” Elle managed to feign innocence just seconds before squeezing his cock again, causing him to bite back a groan.

 “You do realise we're in public, right?” he asked and Elle nodded, giving him a wry little smile.

“Yes, I realise that we are in public and that my hand is wrapped around your deliciously hard cock,” she replied sweetly, squeezing him even harder which caused him to dig his fingers into the armrests of the cinema seat.
 “Bub, we shouldn't do this,” his voice an odd mix of panic and excitement. She squeezed him again, this time harder.

 “Oh, I know we shouldn't be, but surely you know by now that in my delicate state I am prone to libido swings and you wouldn't want to upset your pregnant fiancée by turning down her sexual advances, would you?” Elle replied in a very serious tone of voice and when he bit her neck in response she knew she had won.

I am a sex blogging superhero!

I have my blog listed on the Kinkly website and a while back they announced they were taking
nominations for their 'Top 100 Sex Blogging Superheroes of 2014' competition... I was shocked when yesterday I received an email saying that I was in the top 100!

Writing about sex and writing erotica are both passions of mine and it felt great to get recognition for it.  It's obviously not something I can scream from the rooftops or share in my monthly 'update of my life' email I send to all my family [please note: I don't actually send this email...],  but it is still hellishly exciting for me. 

Me.  I never get chosen for anything.  I never win.  I am never anything but average... so while this award might not seem like a huge deal to some people, it IS pretty major to me.  My self confidence and self belief have never been particularly high, so to receive recognition that hey... some people out there actually read & like my blog! it is pretty awesome!

Congratulations to everyone else who made the top 100 and to everyone who was nominated!

If you want to read the full list you can find it  here.  While you're at it check out Kinkly, it is a great resource for everything sex related (probably best not to look at work though!).

Sexy Sunday Scribble

The Sexy Sunday Scribble this week is allllll about the lady love

I hope you're all having a very happy Sunday!

Introducing Lanie, Blake & Logan

I would love to give all the background that led to me writing this, but we are heading away for the day and I am already running behind!

I have a feeling this may turn into a series because let's face it, the background story is going to be rather intriguing.  After all, how does a woman end up in a relationship with identical twin brothers?

For now, I leave you with Lanie, Blake and Logan... enjoy!

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Lanie stood before the door and nervously smoothed down her outfit. She was going for the 'fake it til you make it' thing and hoped her business-like outfit of black pencil skirt and red short sleeve shirt with ruffles down the middle would make her look more confident than she felt. In reality she had never been more nervous, excited, or anxious in her life.

Another knock on the door and she rolled her eyes, “Come on Lanie, get your shit together, you can do this,” she said to herself and before she could chicken out pulled the door open. Her knees went weak as she took in the doubly delicious sight of Blake and Logan.

“Hey gorgeous,” Logan said and held his arms out to Lanie.

“Hey yourself,” Lanie laughed as she stepped into his arms and inhaled his scent, manly and musky. She never could get enough of the Ralph Lauren cologne he wore.

“Oi, remember we are sharing tonight!” Blake chuckled from beside her and Lanie winked at him as she moved from Logan's arms into his, loving the stark contrast of his Armani cologne which citrusy and fresh, making her think of summer.

“Wanna come in?” Lanie asked and mentally rolled her eyes... of course they wanted to come in.

“Inside or in you?” Blake asked wickedly and Lanie bit her lip.

“Both,” Lanie replied and turned back into the house, Blake and Logan following closely behind.

“Can I get either of you a drink?” Lanie asked stopping outside the door to the kitchen.

“Look at you playing the hostess,” Logan teased and Lanie shrugged.

“Just giving you time to back out,” Lanie managed to say with a straight face, knowing there was no way that was going to happen.

“You really think either of us is going to back out when you have been sending us filthy text messages all week?” Blake asked stepping behind her and moving her hair to the side so he could bite the crook of her neck.

“And those naughty pxts were pure wickedness,” Logan added putting his hands on her hips and stepping into her so she was effectively sandwiched between the two men.

“No idea what you're talking about,” Lanie said innocently, biting back a whimper when the two men began kissing opposite sides of her neck.

The men managed to kiss and nip at her neck as the three of them made their way through to the bedroom, Lanie's tormented whimpers and moans the only sounds in the house. As they walked, Logan was undoing the buttons on her shirt while Blake was unzipping the back of her skirt.

By the time they stepped into her bedroom her black sheer lace bra was on display and when Blake worked her skirt down over her hips, so were her matching panties. Lanie stepped out of her skirt and moved to take her red stilettos off, but Logan stopped her, whispering huskily in her ear that she should keep them on. Lanie smirked at him as she remembered he was the one with the stiletto fetish. Keep them on it was.

When her shirt dropped to the floor Lanie looked at both men with determination.

“Tops off, now,” she ordered, feeling a tight clench in her pussy when the two men did as was asked of them. To Lanie's disappointment Blake never had the slightest hint of hair on his chest, but he was covered from neck to hips in tattoos, a major turn on for her. Logan, on the other hand, had no ink whatsoever, but he had the perfect amount of hair on his chest and seeing his treasure trail was enough to give her a mini-orgasm.

It was when they had their tops off that it was blatanly obvious which twin was which. Yeap. She didn't have a boyfriend – she had two – and they were identical twin brothers. The idea of a threesome was something they had been toying with for a few months; Blake and Logan were both happy with the idea, but Lanie had needed longer to think about it. Ultimately though, she knew she could trust both men, and she would be lying if she said she wasn't extremely curious about what it would be like to be in bed with both men at the same time.

And there they were!

Lanie wasn't too sure what to say so rather than speak she moved closer to the two men so she could trail a hand down their chests and over their bellies before continuing south and dipping a hand in the waistband of each man's pants. Logan groaned while Blake inhaled sharply. Both were looking at her intently waiting for her next move... which was to take her hands from inside their pants and pull each of their zippers down. The buttons of their jeans came undone next and she watched Blake and Logan shuffling out of their jeans and shoes, a burst of desire tearing through her body as she looked at them standing in their boxers.

They really were identical – the same wide shoulders, the same big arms, the same broad chests, the same powerful thighs – and they were all hers. She wasn't sure how she'd got so lucky, even if it was they who claimed they were the lucky ones, an admission she always scoffed at.

Her hands drifted down their chests again and over their bellies, this time her hands settled on the two hardening bulges encased in their boxers. She gave them both a gentle squeeze followed by a not-so-gentle squeeze and bit her lip as both men groaned and gave her pleading looks. Pretending she was immune to their desperate looks Lanie snaked her fingers into the waistband of their boxers and slowly moved each hand lower and lower until she had a bare cock gripped in each fist.

Blake started to move against her hand while Logan put his hand around hers and made her grip him tighter. She had never felt more in charge in her life - it was a feeling she wasn't used to – and she loved it.

The feeling of control disappeared when Logan slipped his fingers beneath the elastic of the crotch of her panties and brushed his finger against her wet folds. She wanted to pretend she was in no rush and that she wanted to take things slow, but her hips betrayed her and began moving against his hand. With her hand still inside his boxers, Blake moved in front of her and cupped her breast in his huge hand, his thumb swiping across the lace covered nipple and she let out a shuddery moan, arching her back in an attempt to push more of her boob into his hand.

Lanie gripped onto Blake's shoulders when Logan added another finger to her pussy and began to rub her clit with his thumb. If she was standing much longer she knew she was going to collapse – there was only so much a girl could take before needing to writhe around naked beneath an equally naked man [or men as it were] – and that time was fast approaching.

She removed her hand from inside Blake's boxers and pulled him forward at the shoulders so she could kiss him. His tongue swiped against hers and she groaned against his mouth as Logan began rubbing her clit in faster, harder circles. When Blake's hands began to trail slowly down her sides Lanie found it hard to catch her breath, the featherlight touch of his fingertips was causing a throbbing ache deep inside her pussy and she was suddenly overcome by the need to have one of them – no, both of them – inside her.

The kissing deepened and she was sent into some form of sensory overload when she focused on the feeling of two hands on her sides and one hand between her legs. It felt incredible and intense and she wondered how she had waited so long to let both of them have her at the same time.

Blake dropped gently to his knees and when Lanie felt Logan's hand leave her pussy she felt what could only be described as panic. Maybe they had changed their minds? When she felt the waistband of her panties being pulled down she sighed with relief. They weren't leaving, they were taking her panties off. When her panties dropped to the floor Lanie stepped out of them and smiled nervously at Blake when he stood back up. It wasn't that she was unsure, it was just that it was such a huge moment for her – for all of them – and it was hard not to feel nervous about what was to come!

Logan kissed the tip of her shoulder then kissed inward until he reached and kissed up her neck and along her jaw until he reached her lips. They kissed softly and slowly, and when Lanie felt Blake's breath on her neck she turned so she could kiss him. The hunger in his kiss surprised her and she moaned as he tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth then resumed kissing her with even more hunger. The kiss came to a natural end and Lanie could sense the two men were feeling just as needy as she was.

She kicked off her stilettos before dropping to her knees between the men. She pulled down Blake's boxers, followed by Logan's, and wasn't surprised when the moment she stood up Blake turned her around and undid her bra. It almost floated to the floor and as she turned around again she noticed a very familiar look of hunger on both men's faces. It was identical.

“Ready for bed?” Blake whispered, pushing a stray strand of hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear.

“I'm very ready,” Lanie whispered.

“Come on then,” Logan smiled at her and took her hand. She and Logan walked around to one side of the bed while Blake went around the other side, when they were all in the bed she was in between the two men, and again was finding it hard to breathe.

Lanie wasn't too sure what to do next but Logan and Blake made that a moot point by rolling in toward her and each taking one of her nipples in their mouths. She gasped and groaned as the men began sucking her nipples, both using slightly different techniques. Blake was flicking the tip of her nipple with his tongue, while Logan was running his tongue around the nipple in his mouth... on their own it would be enough to make her grip at the bedsheets and beg for more. The two of them at the same time felt like heaven. Overwhelming pleasurable heaven.

To try and slow down her response, Lanie moved her hands down until she found the two hard cocks she was so familiar with. As the men sucked and played with her nipples she squeezed their hard lengths, loving the way it felt when one of them groaned against her nipple, the reverberations spreading through her body and causing her clit to throb. The harder she squeezed them the harder they sucked and before long her room was full with a chorus of moans, groans, grunts and cries. Her hips were moving in tight circles and her legs were spreading of their own accord – it was as if her body was screaming out 'please fuck me now!' - and her body was right, she was beyond ready.

“I... I need more,” Lanie said feeling flustered.

“Do you want both of us at the same time, or do you want us to take turns?” Blake asked sweetly and had she not been so turned on and aching for their cocks, she would have laughed.

“Both of you,” Lanie replied without needing to think about it.

Blake moved on top of her and began kissing her. She could feel his cock pressing against her slit but he made no attempt to press inside her, while they were kissing she was aware of Logan sitting up beside her and opening the bedside table. Again, had she not been so ready for their cocks she would have laughed and made a comment about there being no sexy way to say 'sorry hunny I just need to get the lube out', but in that moment all she wanted was to feel two cocks deep inside her. In her opinion, he couldn't lube up fast enough!

Blake moved off her as Logan lay back down and before she could say a word Logan was on top of her. Like with Blake, she could feel Logan's cock pressing against her slit but he didn't make any moves to enter her and instead kissed her nice and slowly. It was the type of kiss that would ordinarily have led to hours of love making, but not that night. She softly moaned against his mouth and her breath hitched when he lightly licked the inside of her top lip. That single contact sent pleasure coursing directly to her clit and she suddenly found it hard to not wrap her legs around his waist and pull him deep inside her cunt.

When they broke the kiss to catch their breath Lanie felt almost crazed with desire. She couldn't just kiss anymore, she needed to be filled up with their cocks, to move against them, to feel them moving against her. She needed to cum, and badly.

A strong hand grabbed her hip and she felt a thrill of excitement tear through her as Blake rolled her so she was pressed right up against him. His cock was against her saturated slit and when he lifted her leg and put it over his hip she knew she was finally getting what she so badly wanted and needed. The thick head of his cock ran up and down between her swollen lips a few times and then stopped at her hole. Her breath hitched as she felt the first inch of him pressing inside her and then she groaned loudly when he pulled her against him as he pushed into her. Pleasure shot through her system and she silently willed him to begin moving hard and fast against her.

That was when she felt Logan's lubricated fingers probing at her asshole. She moaned as he massaged the tight ring of muscle before pressing one finger inside her and sliding it in and out of her slowly, sending pleasurable waves deep into her pussy, which was clenching tightly around Blake's cock. He added another finger and she moaned loudly, her hips bucking as her fingers dug into Blake's arm. Logan's fingers were soon replaced by the feeling of his cock against her tight opening and as he slowly and carefully inched his way inside her he groaned, she groaned, and Blake groaned, his hand digging into her hip.

For a few moments they were still, then Blake began kissing her and as a natural response her hips began moving against him. Blake began moving in time with her and Logan quickly found the right rhythm – both cocks were pulling out at the same time and both were pushing in at the same time – the feeling of fullness surpassed anything she had imagined and then there was the friction. God. She had never felt friction of an intensity like she felt in those moments.

Her clit was getting constant friction and the tight ring of muscle at the entrance to her ass was getting it too; what she hadn't counted on was the internal friction caused by Logan's and Blake's cocks rubbing against her internal walls at the same time. The sensation caused by the friction was all encompassing, and the louder her moans and cries got, the faster the men moved against her, the more friction was created, and the louder she would moan and cry... it was a never ending circle of pleasure like she had never experienced before.

Logan was working his usual magic on her neck, licking and biting in exactly the right place to send bolts of electricity directly to her clit. She could feel that she was swollen and knew she was incredibly wet, the more her body responded, the more she felt the pleasure. What she would normally feel in her clit began spreading throughout her cunt and soon she felt a tight heat in her pussy. The heat only added to what she was feeling and when she started shrieking she hoped she could prolong things long enough to make Logan and Blake cum... she hated the idea of her being the only one who reached orgasm!

Blake was gripping onto her hip harder with each few thrusts and when he started grunting she felt relieved knowing it meant he was going to cum soon. Behind her Logan was panting, his breath coming hard and fast against her neck.

“Harder baby,” Lanie whispered to Logan and immediately he began to move his hips harder against her.

Whenever they had anal sex he waited until she told him it was okay to start moving harder... he had done it the first time they had it and it had become a bit of a habit for them. She loved that he cared so much about her, but then his brother was just the same – both were feisty in the sack – but also very gentle and caring, and always put her pleasure ahead of theirs.

Because Logan started moving harder, so did Blake, and Lanie quickly felt her orgasm building up. She knew it was going to be a big one because, rather than starting deep in her pussy, it started in her toes and spread upward, every muscle in her body tightening, and when it reached her cunt rather than the tension bursting free after a couple of seconds it kept building and building and building. Her pussy felt so tight around Blake she was afraid she might do him some damage, but his deep groans told her he was fine. Logan was grunting loudly in her ear and as his thrusts became even harder she put her arm behind her so she could grip onto his hip. She needed to be anchored to try and have some control over her orgasm.

There was so much tension in her cunt, it was almost unbearable. In fact it was. She had to stop. She had to...

Before she could decide what she had to do her orgasm hit with such impact she thrashed about and screamed loudly, she was conscious of nothing and of no one, the room was spinning, the bed was spinning, as far as she knew the world was spinning. In the murky depths of her vaguely-conscious brain she could hear and feel the two men cumming, Blake pressing deep into her cunt, Logan pressing deep into her ass, growling and groaning, roaring their release.

By the time Lanie came around, her cunt and ass were both empty. She was on her back with Blake and Logan were snuggled up against her - Blake was lazily stroking her thigh, Logan was peppering kisses on her shoulder – and she was trying to find the energy and mental capacity to talk, to turn her head, to move her toes.

She found no energy though – quite the opposite actually – she was falling asleep and didn't want to because she wanted to enjoy the post orgasmic bliss with Blake and Logan... but she just... couldn't... keep... her... eyes...... open.

'Seven lovely things' blog tour

The lovely woman behind 'Christina Harding Erotica' tagged me to participate in the Seven Lovely Things blog tour!  You can check out her Seven Lovely Things post right here!  Christina has posted reviews of Zoe: Spanked and Georgia: Restrained, and a while back I had a guest post on her blog.

The rules are simple, share 7 Lovely Facts about myself, nominate 15 blogs (or as many as possible) that I enjoy reading, and nominate those same 15 blogs to the do the same, linking back to my post.


I hate talking about myself so this may be hard... here goes!

1. I absolutely love lillies, particularly the Calla Lily... there is something about the shape of them that I find beautiful.
2. My favourite perfume is Cerruti 1881.  My sister surprised me with some a few months ago, it was incredibly sweet of her!
3. The ocean soothes my soul.  One glimpse of the large blue expanse and I immediately start to feel calmer.
4. The song 'One Sweet Day' (Mariah Carey & Boyz II Men) never fails to make me cry... in the past if I have needed to cry but couldn't I would put this song and the tears would come easily
5. One of my earliest memories is being in an ambulance when my sister had a febrile convulsion as a baby.  I wasn't really fussed about my sister, I was just excited that I got to go in an
   
   ambulance!  I remember the ambulance officer showing me a plastic bag type thing they put over injured legs and telling me it was where Santa put your presents if you were in the ambulance on Christmas Eve.
6. I quite simply NEEEEEEEEEED to visit Athens and Santorini.  I must.  I will.
7. I am crazy about my wife.  I thought I knew what love was before I met her but god was I wrong!  She makes me laugh even when I'm in the midst of deep depression, she believes in me when I don't, she encourages me and puts up with my tantrums when I am stressed out or scared... she is amazing and without her I don't know where I'd be!

As for the nominations, most of the people I was planning to nominate have already been nominated so you will have to excuse me for my lack of nominations!

I do however nominate:
My Little Vixen
DragonflyLady's Writey Ramblings
The Anxious Hooker
Dena Celeste
I Married a Sex God

Flash Fiction - my first attempt

I am naughty.
Dreadfully naughty.

I have an assignment due at midnight tonight and have been putting it off for weeks.  This morning I went into our room to finally get onto it and managed to work for a couple of hours.

Then I began writing.

And this happened...

Enjoy xxx


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'Coast is clear' came the text message they had been excitedly waiting for. Stella winked at Carly and without a word between them they stood up and walked through the door declaring 'Management Only'. Down the hall they walked until they finally found the door that had been left open by Brad's boss when he'd left for lunch minutes earlier.

Crossing the threshold into the office Stella and Carly were greeted by their boyfriend sitting behind his boss's desk with his suit jacket off and the sleeves of his crisp white shirt rolled up to the elbows. He shot both women a heated look and as they approached him Stella and Carly began unbuttoning their shirts, putting on display their matching fire engine red lacy bras, purchased earlier that morning specifically for their lunchtime rendez-vous.

Stella wasn't surprised to see a prominent bulge in Brad's dress pants and while Carly positioned herself on the desk Stella made speedy work of Brad's pants, gripping his rock hard cock in her hand when it was freed from the confines of his boxers.

Brad groaned loudly but Stella wasn't sure if it was related to her hand or the sight of Carly lying on his boss's desk with her legs splayed open, her pussy glistening with wetness, very ready for what was to come.

Stella turned with her back to Brad and stifled a whimper when she felt the back of her flowing skirt being pulled up, baring her bare ass to Brad. Carly gave her a flustered smile and Stella bent at the waist, taking a long, slow swipe up Carly's pussy, at the same time as Brad pressed the swollen tip of his cock against her own hole. Stella's hands went to Carly's hips as Brad's went to hers and the three of them moaned with pleasure as Brad pushed inside Stella and Stella started hungrily lapping at Carly's pussy.

Time was obviously of the essence and with that knowledge Brad fucked her hard and fast from the very first stroke, while Stella assaulted Carly's clit with her tongue, licking it in the fast side-to-side motion she knew was a sure way to make their girlfriend cum in record time.

Luckily they were the only ones in the building because the volume of Stella's moans, Carly's cries and Brad's groans was stuck on high, a dead giveaway of the pleasure being given and received in the modestly sized office.

Stella could feel her orgasm building, courtesy of Brad's hard thrusts and his cock repeatedly hitting her A-spot. Brad holding her hips tightly, the guttural groan he was making telling her he too was almost at his peak. Carly was bucking her hips against Stella's mouth and her nails were digging deeply into Stella's forearm, the tension in her hips and thighs an indicator she too was about to cum.

Carly tasted like bliss on her tongue and Brad's cock was hitting all the right spots. It was too much for Stella to handle any longer and when her orgasm was seconds from hitting Carly came with a loud scream. Her hips arched off the desk as Stella licked furiously at her clit. Before Carly came down Stella felt her own orgasm hit and gripped onto the desk so she wouldn't collapse. Brad came with a roar, pulling her roughly back against him as he gave one final thrust into her swollen, saturated pussy.

The cries, moans and groans were replaced by the sound of gasps for air as the trio tried to catch their breath and gain enough energy to move from their current position.

Stella felt Brad's cock slip from her pussy and whimpered quietly as she straightened up, the back of her skirt coming down and covering her ass. Carly sat up and got off the desk then took some tissues from the box beside the pen caddy and got rid of the evidence of her arousal from the top of the desk.

“Better get to my 1pm appointment,” Brad said in a business-like manner as he zipped up his pants.

“See you at home tonight,” Stella said kissing him on the cheek and rubbing off a smudge of lipstick with her thumb.

“Don't forget the dry cleaning,” Carly added after she had kissed him.

“Bye, you gorgeous women,” Brad said sweetly as they left the office.

“Bye, baby!” Stella and Carly called in unison as they walked hand-in-hand in the opposite direction as Brad.

Outlandishly gooooood sex scenes

Christian Grey is soooooooooooo last year and there is a new fictional man stealing the hearts of women everywhere.  His name is Jamie.  James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser to be precise.

For those of you not in the know he is the lead male character from Diana Gabaldon's 'Outlander' series of books and more recently, the Starz screen adaptation of the series. 

I give to you Jamie Fraser

My mum has been recommending the books to me for years but it just didn't sound like 'my type of thing' because there is an element of fantasy to it [fantasy, sci-fi... my brain just can't comprehend it].  As with the books she encouraged me regularly to watch the series so one night the wifey and I decided we would give it a go.  I don't know that either of us had great expectations for the show but I have learnt my mum is usually right [about everything...] so we settled on the couch to watch.

From episode one we were hooked.  Yes, the story was pretty great, but what really caught our eye was the deliciousness that is Jamie Fraser.  Yeap.  Intense, cheeky, sweet, funny, loveable, and just plain ol' HOT.

Going too much into just why Jamie is the all-around perfect man would probably give away too much about the story for those of you who haven't read the books or seen the series (if you haven't, GO WATCH IT NOW!), so because this is a blog with a strong sexual base, I thought I would discuss another reason we love Outlander.

The sex.

The sex is.  Wow.  Just wow.

I know I said I didn't want to spoil too much, so if you'd prefer not to read about the sex, then stop reading now.

You have been warned.

Had I been eating or drinking something during a particular part of episode six I likely would have choked on whatever was in my mouth at the time.  Jamie, hot, brooding, cheeky [and let's face it, utterly fuckable] tells Claire that he is a virgin.  I know!  Hold up.  WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY JAMES ALEXANDER MALCOLM MacKENZIE FRASER?!

Something about Jamie being a virgin made him even more appealing, I think it gave him an added sense of vulnerability.  There he was.  Sexy as hell and a virgin.  It did not compute!  I cannot think of any other show where such a strong male lead is a virgin, and let's face it - he owns it!  The naughty little smile when he tells Claire that one of them should know what they are doing, you can tell he wants to be taught, he wants to be shown, that he wants to be at the mercy of this one woman.

Who doesn't want someone to feel that way about them?

The virginity admission really set the scene for the sex that was to come in the next episode.  Yes dear readers, if you can't be assed watching Outlander just skip straight to episode 7 and enjoy the naughty delights within.

Normally on-screen sex is all ass moving up and down, the woman moaning and crying out from the second the man enters her, she grips at the sheets and within thirty seconds both of them are a spent heap of sweaty flesh with all of their good parts strategically hidden by sheets, limbs, vases of flowers, shadows, etc, etc, etc.

Not in Outlander!

The first time Claire and Jamie have sex is A W K W A R D.  First of all Jamie doesn't realise that a man and a woman can have sex face to face.  No, he thinks that humanoid sex is like four-legged animal sex and attempts to take her from behind.  Claire, ever the patient teacher she is leads him to the bed and pulls him down on top of her.

It is then that Jamie becomes a man.  For a brief period of time.  Yeap, unlike the usual on-screen sex
scene it is all over very quickly for James Alex.... Jamie, and also unlike the usual on-screen sex scenes Claire doesn't writhe around beneath him with a look of ecstasy permanently painted on her face and there is no grand operatic type orgasm.  Don't get me wrong, she was hardly writing her shopping list in her head, but rather than being over the top with orgasmness (yes, that is a word, or it is now), her response was REALISTIC.

Clearly it felt good and you could see she was enjoying it, BUT she also looked like a woman having sex with her new man for the first time... their parts fit well together, but it was more introduction sex than let's scream the house down sex.

[and yes, now I find myself imagining a penis and vagina introducing themselves to each other and making awkward small talk... 'nice weather we are having', 'a bit wet today'...]

Part of what any audience wants is to feel as if they have something in common with a character, that they can sympathise with a character, smile and nod as they remember themselves in a similar situation or feeling a similar way.  With the good-but-not-great first time sex I think this is accomplished. 

Throughout the whole seventh episode I felt almost giddy with nerves and anticipation, almost as if I was feeling everything Jamie and Claire were feeling!

As the episode progresses Jamie and Claire talk and get to know each other better, you can see them feeling more comfortable with each other and just know there is going to be a rather climactic climax to the episode.  And there was.  Oh yes, oh yes, OH YES.

The second time they have sex one gets the impression that James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser is indeed a very fast learner.  They were standing before each other and my wife and I were both yelling at him to pick her up.  Pick her up he did! 

Her legs wrapped around his waist, he walked her to the bed, lay her down and they went on to have sex that was very arousing to watch.  Hips were bucking, faces were contorted in pleasure, her legs were pulled up toward her chest, her hands were gripping his ass [and what an ass!!!], his back, his shoulders.  A particularly fall-even-more-in-love-with-Jamie thing happened when Claire was crying out with pleasure and Jamie stopped to ask if he was hurting her.  HELL NO, GET BACK TO IT LAD!

Then Claire blew Jamie's mind (uhhhh literally) and gave him a blow job.  The camera stayed on Jamie's face and I have to say, that man is a sublime actor.  His facial expressions were so authentic I had to wonder for a minute if she really was having some fun down there.  Of course she wasn't, but wow, the look on his face when she had finished was complete and utter overwhelmed bliss and amazement.  Again it was impossible not to fall a little more in love with Mr Fraser. 

He then looked at Claire as if she was a goddess and he worshipped her.

Then he fell asleep.
One word for you: R E A L I S T I C!

In the following episode the two love birds fool around in the grass and partake in some sex al fresco
(briefly anyway.... I shan't give away spoilers about what happens after the sex).  Before they get down to it Jamie very casually exposes one of Claire's breasts and sucks on her nipple - a look of

relief crosses his face as he does so - you can just tell he has been wanting to do it since the last time he had a chance to be naked and naughty with her.  The sex that ensues is full of haste and hunger and need and slow, deep rocking of hips that caused me as a viewer to bite my thumb and whimper quietly.  It's okay, my wife was doing the same thing.

Then it finished.  The sex.  The season.  No more Outlander until April 4 2015.  No more new Jamie until April 4 2015.  No new Jamie & Claire sex until at least April 4 2015.

If you listen carefully you can hear women around the world sobbing, wondering how they are going to make it through the next six months.

Sexy Sunday Scribble

It has been awhile since I posted one of these... have a happy Sunday!

My Sexy Saturday - week 63

Welcome to week 63 of My Sexy Saturday, the blog hop that gives writers an opportunity to share 7 words, sentences, or paragraphs from a published or non-published work, based on a particular theme each week.

The theme for this week is 'Another Sexy Moment', and I have chosen seven sentences from a current untitled WIP.  The WIP centres around a couple (Hannah and Josh) who are reunited after a year apart.  They didn't part on good terms - the opposite really - but the flame between them is still burning extremely brightly, it seems.  This little excerpt is from early on in the story and happens when they are spending their first night together since reconnecting.

Enjoy!

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Hannah enjoyed the view as she watched him, his t-shirt fit him perfectly - nice and snug around his arms - his muscles rippling subtly as he moved his arm back and forward. She wanted to bite him. To drag her nails down the soft skin of his back, in stark contrast to the firm muscles beneath. Even after four years she was still in awe of the body she had gotten to know so well.

“I'll meet you in bed,” Hannah told him and left the bathroom, it was the only way she could stop herself from tearing his t-shirt off him - quickly followed by his pants - and impaling herself on his cock.

By the time Josh got to the bedroom she was naked and in bed, feeling extremely nervous at the prospect of spending a night with him after so many nights without him. She shouldn't feel nervous, she knew that, but it was something she couldn't help.

My Sexy Saturday - week 61

Goodness, I am VERY late this week!

For those of you who don't know what My Sexy Saturday is, it is a blog hop which gives writers a chance to share 7 words, sentences or paragraphs from a published work or work in progress, each week based on  a different theme.

This weeks theme is 'Getting Your Sexy On', and while there were a lot of excerpts I could have shared, I chose to share one from an un-named WIP.  The characters from this scene are Amelia and Harrison, who - along with Charlotte and Thomas - are the main characters from the story, which has strong themes of polyamory.

I would love to go into more detail, but in all honesty I'm falling asleep typing this, so I apologise!

I hope you enjoy my seven sentences!

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Harrison stilled and looked down at her. Neither of them were blinking and both were holding their breath. There was an amazing intensity in the eye contact between them which made Amelia feel as if she was giving herself to him. The moment was both extremely emotionally and sexually charged. 

They weren't about to have sex for the first time – they were about to make love for the first time.

Harrison dipped his head down and kissed Amelia softly, the moment their lips made contact he began to move slowly against her, both of them moaning quietly as he slid back inside her for the first time. Amelia felt overwhelmed to finally have him inside her.