Today I completed the first male/female sex scene and after reading it (and biting her thumb to the point she exclaimed 'ow!' afterward) she insisted that I post the scene to my blog.
So here I am.
The basis of this story is as follows:
Thomas and Charlotte are in love. Charlotte and Amelia are in love. Amelia and Daniel are in love.
They all live together in polyamorous bliss.
With Thomas and Charlotte's baby girl, Emily.
Then Amelia catches Daniel having sex with Sarah.
Amelia's life falls apart.
Not only is one of the loves of her life cheating on her, she is also sixteen weeks pregnant with his baby.
Amelia then develops an unexpected friendship with Harrison. Harris for short. But mainly Harrison.
Of course their friendship turns into more... but you'll need to read it to find out what happens!
There will be a happy ever after.
But... for Amelia and who? Will it be Harrison or Daniel?
Is Harrison man enough to love another man's baby as his own?
Is Daniel man enough to admit he was an utter jackass and will he win Amelia back?
I will post the excerpt below, but if you would prefer to download it to read later, please feel free to use the link below to view and/or download the PDF file!
Excerpt of new story - Bree Guildford
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'Bastard Daniel' (obviously not an official title!) - excerpt one!
As she went to sit beside him, Thomas
held out his arms and, rather than sitting beside him on the couch,
Charlotte straddled his lap then put her arms around his neck and
leaned into his chest. Thomas moved his arms around her and began to
rub her back, something which always had a calming effect on her. She
sighed. He knew her so well. After a few minutes Charlotte moved
back from his chest and looked him in the eyes.
“I love you,” Charlotte told him
before cupping his face in her hands and kissing him. She had never
felt more grateful to have found such a wonderful man to share her
life with.
“I love you too,” Thomas replied
and this time, it was him who cupped her face before brushing his
lips against hers.
“I am scared for Amelia,” Charlotte
admitted and Thomas stroked her cheek softly.
“I am too... but she will be okay,”
Thomas promised as he trailed his fingers down her cheek, over her
jaw, down her neck and then inward, settling at the top of her
cleavage.
When he leaned in to kiss her neck
Charlotte could feel a familiar hardness developing in his pants, a
hardness which continued to develop as he brushed his lips softly
against the crook of her neck. After breaking the lip to neck
contact Thomas looked at her sheepishly.
“Maybe you should get off me... my
brain knows that you need to be comforted and not ravaged, but my
body has different ideas,” he told her.
Charlotte responded by grinding her
hips against him, “What I need is you... and I quite like what your
body is suggesting.”
“Are you sure you wouldn't sooner
just cuddle?” Thomas asked and Charlotte knew he wasn't asking
because it was what he would sooner be doing.
“Remember earlier, when I made Amelia
scream?” she asked him as she rolled her hips against him again.
He nodded his head. “Yes! And such
perfect timing with Daniel in the house.”
“Well, that made me particularly
horny,” she informed him, then let out a whimper of delight when he
pulled her down at the hips.
The angle her hips were at meant that
when he pulled her down, the hard bulge in his pants pressed against
her clit, and she instinctively moved her hands up the inside of his
top so she could claw at his chest. Thomas gave her a sexy grin then
put a hand behind her head and pulled her in for a kiss. His lips
brushed gently against hers; she meant to return his kiss equally as
gently, but something boiled over inside her and the kiss became one
of hunger and need. Her hands roamed beneath his t-shirt and,
without realising it, she started to rake her nails down his chest in
a way that she knew would be leaving marks. But she didn't care.
She couldn't be held responsible for what she was doing... it was as
if something had taken hold of her, something raw and animalistic.
She didn't need comforting sex, she didn't need to be made love to,
she needed to be fucked. Hard.
Charlotte moved her hands from
underneath Thomas's t-shirt and quickly pulled it over his head; she
needed his bare skin against hers, she needed to feel and see the
muscles and angles she loved so dearly. With his top off, she could
see the marks she had already left on his skin, and while she would
usually be apologetic, this time she wasn't... the marks only served
to make her hornier and needier for him. The desire to be naked with
him soon became too much and Charlotte got off his lap and removed
her top and then bra, while Thomas unbuttoned her pants and pulled
them down over her thighs and past her knees. She had only just
stepped out of her pants when she felt Thomas moving her panties
downward, and, as she stepped out of them, she felt her hunger for
him increase.
Thomas stood up and Charlotte helped
him out of his pants and boxers, and when he was standing naked in
front of her she took him in with her eyes, smiling very
appreciatively when she reached his cock. The sight of his cock –
thick, swollen and standing to attention – was the final straw for
her. She put her hands on his shoulders then jumped up, wrapping her
legs around his waist. His hands moved to her bottom and they began
to kiss each other in a way that made it clear they were both on the
same track about the type of sex they were about to have. Charlotte
tightened her legs around his waist as he walked them from the lounge
to the kitchen. When he pressed her up against the solid wall which
acted as a partition between the kitchen and dining room, Charlotte
tugged on his bottom lip with her teeth and gave him a heated look.
Charlotte loosened her legs to allow
herself to slide down his strong waist just far enough that she could
feel the heat of the tip of his cock at the entrance to her cunt.
The anticipation of what was to come caused her to hold her breath
and when she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her hole she
felt her heartbeat speed up. She always loved that delicious moment,
the excitement that coursed through her in the split second before
his cock spread and stretched her open for the first time. She
exhaled loudly as he finally pushed his cock inside her, filling her
to the hilt and hitting various hot spots before coming to a stop
when the tip made contact with the back wall of her pussy.
She tightened her legs and groaned
against his neck when it caused him to hit even deeper inside, and
another loud groan was elicited when he began to move against her.
His first couple of movements were gentle, but then he started to
move with the force and speed she so badly needed. Each time he
slammed inside her she cried out loudly and knew that her cries were
getting louder with each contact of his cock against the back of her
pussy... but she couldn't get enough of the perfect mixture of
pleasure and pain that his movements were causing. If the neighbours
heard then so be it. If noise control turned up... well, chances
were everything would be over by then anyway.
When Thomas stepped in a little closer
his cock started to hit a new spot, a spot which made her scream
whenever it was hit, a spot which made her want it harder and harder
with each movement. Thomas gripped her hips and ass tightly with his
hands so that he could move inside her with as much force as was
possible, until he was hitting her so hard she became worried she was
going to be propelled right through the wall. A little curious
research online had taught Charlotte the spot had a name – the 'a
spot' – and when it was hit repeatedly the result for her was an
orgasm of epic proportions. The type of orgasm that would render her
useless for an hour afterward. It was the type of orgasm she needed
that night.
Thomas stopped moving against her and
she looked at him, startled. Her pussy was squeezing and gripping at
his cock, she NEEDED to feel him pounding into her throbbing cunt.
She needed it so badly she was on the verge of tears when Thomas
moved a hand behind him and moved her legs from around his waist.
“I know you need it harder,” was
all Thomas said as he took her hand and led her upstairs.
Charlotte had no idea what he was
doing, but when he led her past their bedroom she realised that they
weren't done for the night. Her panicked feeling was replaced by
curiosity, and when he opened the door to the main bathroom she felt
the muscles of her pussy contracting tightly, so hard in fact, she
was surprised she didn't cum from that alone. She followed Thomas
into the bathroom and a loud moan escaped her lips when he moved
behind her and put his hands on her hips as she gripped on to the
vanity unit.
When they were looking through the
house for the first time, Charlotte had jokingly stood in front of
the vanity unit with Thomas standing behind her and they had realised
that it would be the perfect height for THAT particular position.
Charlotte parted her legs and tilted her ass up to give Thomas the
perfect entry position, and as he slammed inside her, she let out a
loud cry of pleasure. His cock hit her a-spot and she could feel the
difference immediately. With each thrust, he pulled her back at the
hips and pushed into her, the increased force of each impact sending
jolts of pleasure right throughout her body and she felt her orgasm
starting to build very deep down.
Charlotte felt her pussy tightening and
Thomas started to slam faster into her. Her cries turned into
shrieks and as they became more high pitched Thomas dug his fingers
into her hips and pulled her back even harder against him. He played
her like an instrument... he was a master when it came to making her
cum, his timing was always perfect and he knew when to move faster or
harder, when to move slower or deeper, when to pull her back or when
to not touch her hips at all. She began to gasp for breath as her
orgasm approached and he moved his hips steadily faster, not so fast
it caused her to cum straight away, but fast enough that each
increase of speed pushed her closer to the brink of orgasm.
When she knew her orgasm was about to
hit Charlotte pressed back as hard as she could against Thomas and
screamed loudly as his cock hit her a-spot so hard and perfectly that
she fell into the deep abyss of her orgasm. The only thing
she was conscious of was the furious clench and release of her pussy
around his cock as he moved faster and faster against her, then he
quickly followed her into the abyss and came with a loud groan as he
pressed into her with all of his body weight.
In a state of semi-consciousness they
both slumped to the floor, and she settled between his legs with her
back against his chest, his cheek against her shoulder, hands resting
lightly on her thighs.
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| I think Charlotte got what she needed! |
Hehe, very nice! Gotta love a nice, hot sex scene.
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