tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40129310943085985012024-03-13T12:17:59.543+13:00Bree Guildford EroticaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11152207759695130080noreply@blogger.comBlogger102125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012931094308598501.post-15803542691660003972014-12-01T10:09:00.004+13:002014-12-01T10:09:59.777+13:00I have moved to Wordpress!I have now moved my blog over to Wordpress and will no longer be updating this (my blogger) blog.<br />
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Please come and visit me on Wordpress at <a href="https://breeguildforderotica.wordpress.com/">Bree Guildford Erotica</a>!<br />
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Hope to see you all there :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11152207759695130080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012931094308598501.post-11252679058550197762014-12-01T09:16:00.001+13:002014-12-01T09:16:26.972+13:00The One Lovely Blog Award<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6auhs3sdb8U/VHt68j54EaI/AAAAAAAAAjI/IPetZhBN9IE/s1600/one-lovely-blog-award.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6auhs3sdb8U/VHt68j54EaI/AAAAAAAAAjI/IPetZhBN9IE/s1600/one-lovely-blog-award.jpg" /></a>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!<br />
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<i>The rules for the award are as follows: </i><br />
<i>You must list the rules to the One Lovely Blog Award</i><br />
<i>You must thank the person(s) who nominated you and include a link to their blog</i><br />
<i>You must add seven facts about yourself</i><br />
<i>You must nominate 15 other bloggers and let them know they have been nominated</i><br />
<i>You must display the award logo and follow the blogger who nominated you </i><br />
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So here we go...<br />
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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 '<a href="http://rachelwoe.com/en-route/" target="_blank">En Route</a>' 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 '<a href="http://rachelwoe.com/">Rachel Woe</a>'<br />
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Now for the seven facts about me... I hate doing these type of things but here goes!<br />
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!<br />
2. When it comes to snacks I am more of a savoury snacker than a sweet snacker<br />
3. I am slightly (okay, extremely) addicted to buying books from my favourite second hand book store<br />
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<br />
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<br />
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<br />
7. I am allllllll about mint chocolate chip ice cream<br />
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And now for my nominations!<br />
<a href="http://lilyharlem.blogspot.co.nz/">Lily Harlem</a><br />
<a href="http://agoodwomansdirtymind.com/">A Good Woman's Dirty Mind</a><br />
<a href="http://donutsdesires.blogspot.co.nz/">Donuts and Desires</a><br />
<a href="http://christinahardingerotica.blogspot.co.nz/">Christina Harding Erotica</a><br />
<a href="http://sherisavill.com/">Sheri Savill</a><br />
<a href="http://alwaysthegoodgirl.com/">Always the Good Girl</a><br />
<a href="http://www.betweenmysheets.com/">Between My Sheets</a><br />
<a href="http://rosannaleo.blogspot.co.nz/">Rosanna Leo</a><br />
<a href="http://mylittlevixen.com/">My Little Vixen</a><br />
<a href="http://www.imarriedasexgod.com/">I Married a Sex God</a><br />
<a href="http://alittlebitofnaughty.blogspot.co.nz/">A Little Bit of Naughty</a><br />
<a href="http://leannlane.blogspot.co.nz/">Leann Lane</a><br />
<a href="http://denaceleste.blogspot.co.nz/">Dena Celeste</a><br />
<a href="http://dragonflylady77.wordpress.com/">DragonflyLady's Writey Ramblings</a><br />
<a href="http://rachelcrayerotica.blogspot.co.uk/">Rachel Cray Erotica</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11152207759695130080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012931094308598501.post-17382172401782127402014-11-22T20:23:00.002+13:002014-11-22T20:29:41.366+13:00Virginity - and why I am nervous for our kidsI am nervous for our children... and that doesn't just come from being a mum with an anxiety disorder.<br />
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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.<br />
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0iXdE5hPCaQ/VHA5QnnIexI/AAAAAAAAAi4/7_Vlhs8s97o/s1600/12d2b563090eb808cb6e56bc73cc44ba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0iXdE5hPCaQ/VHA5QnnIexI/AAAAAAAAAi4/7_Vlhs8s97o/s1600/12d2b563090eb808cb6e56bc73cc44ba.jpg" /></a>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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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).<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UfZXNqYtRfU/VHA1wFjVbHI/AAAAAAAAAis/SGqFDdYCKg0/s1600/3343e3a6794bdb91f122f957ccd3161e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UfZXNqYtRfU/VHA1wFjVbHI/AAAAAAAAAis/SGqFDdYCKg0/s1600/3343e3a6794bdb91f122f957ccd3161e.jpg" /></a>There is stigma attached to losing virginity too young or in the wrong circumstances, but there is also a stigma attatched to <i>not</i> 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. <br />
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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?<br />
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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.<br />
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Virginity <i>is</i> 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 <b>by no means</b> saying people should lose their virginity when they are too young mentally, emotionally and physically to cope with it.<br />
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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.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11152207759695130080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012931094308598501.post-80086137174564733172014-11-14T12:32:00.000+13:002014-11-14T12:32:01.300+13:00Late night masturbation... that leads to so much more<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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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.<br />
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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!<br />
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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!<br />
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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.</div>
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.
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</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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!</div>
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</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
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</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
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</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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!</div>
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</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Keep watching it,”
he whispered into her ear.</div>
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
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</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
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</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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,</div>
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</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
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</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11152207759695130080noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012931094308598501.post-19747507779137061482014-11-10T09:21:00.001+13:002014-11-10T09:27:16.968+13:00My Sexy Saturday, week 67Welcome to week 67 of <a href="http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">My Sexy Saturday</a>, a blog hop giving writers of erotica an opportunity to share 7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs of their work.<br />
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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...<br />
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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.</div>
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11152207759695130080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012931094308598501.post-68284281995950938822014-11-04T19:50:00.000+13:002014-11-04T19:53:50.345+13:00Lanie 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!<br />
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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!<br />
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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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“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.
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JI296dRI5GE/VFh2ZoDEAuI/AAAAAAAAAiA/4x0V3Ii7_9k/s1600/c02e997d5b2848fc9887ffb7e7f0b516.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JI296dRI5GE/VFh2ZoDEAuI/AAAAAAAAAiA/4x0V3Ii7_9k/s1600/c02e997d5b2848fc9887ffb7e7f0b516.jpg" height="320" width="266" /></a>“Quite the opposite,”
Logan declared, his eyes running over her dress for the billionth
time.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“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.”</div>
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“You're just saying
that because you have to.” Lanie rolled her eyes at him.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“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.
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“You haven't seen the
back view yet,” Lanie reminded him and slowly turned around.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Exactly how long had
she been craving a good spanking?
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Harder,” Lanie
begged breathlessly and Logan immediately did as she asked.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11152207759695130080noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012931094308598501.post-66799669410597739382014-11-02T11:59:00.000+13:002014-11-02T12:02:17.478+13:00My Sexy Saturday, week 66Welcome to week 66 of <a href="http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">My Sexy Saturday</a>, 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'.<br />
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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!<br />
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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.<br />
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“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">You're
evil,” Carter's voice came as a flustered whisper. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"> </span>“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">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.</span></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"> </span>“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">You
do realise we're in public, right?” he asked and Elle nodded,
giving him a wry little smile.</span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"> </span>“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Bub,
we shouldn't do this,” his voice an odd mix of panic and
excitement. She squeezed him again, this time harder.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"> </span>“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">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.</span></div>
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<br />
I have my blog listed on the <a href="http://www.kinkly.com/" target="_blank">Kinkly</a> website and a while back they announced they were taking <br />
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!<br />
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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. <br />
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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!<br />
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Congratulations to everyone else who made the top 100 and to everyone who was nominated!<br />
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If you want to read the full list you can find it <a href="http://www.kinkly.com/2/8012/sex-tips/our-top-100-sex-blogging-superheroes-of-2014" target="_blank">here</a>. 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!).Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11152207759695130080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012931094308598501.post-8321418823638850632014-10-26T10:35:00.000+13:002014-10-26T10:35:00.380+13:00Sexy Sunday ScribbleThe Sexy Sunday Scribble this week is allllll about the lady love<br />
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I hope you're all having a very happy Sunday!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11152207759695130080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012931094308598501.post-31074768553624104392014-10-24T08:20:00.000+13:002014-10-24T08:27:42.960+13:00Introducing Lanie, Blake & Logan<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AyDV-JNXioM/VElUmfeg3JI/AAAAAAAAAhc/nlOEyJeQNas/s1600/Sharing_is_Caring_by_More_or_lessthan3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AyDV-JNXioM/VElUmfeg3JI/AAAAAAAAAhc/nlOEyJeQNas/s1600/Sharing_is_Caring_by_More_or_lessthan3.jpg" /></a>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!</div>
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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<b> does</b> a woman end up in a relationship with identical twin brothers? </div>
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For now, I leave you with Lanie, Blake and Logan... enjoy!</div>
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Hey gorgeous,”
Logan said and held his arms out to Lanie.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Wanna come in?”
Lanie asked and mentally rolled her eyes... <i>of course</i> they
wanted to come in.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Inside or in you?”
Blake asked wickedly and Lanie bit her lip.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Both,” Lanie
replied and turned back into the house, Blake and Logan following
closely behind.</div>
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Can I get either of
you a drink?” Lanie asked stopping outside the door to the kitchen.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Look at you playing
the hostess,” Logan teased and Lanie shrugged.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Just giving you time
to back out,” Lanie managed to say with a straight face, knowing
there was<i> no way</i> that was going to happen.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“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.
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
When her shirt dropped
to the floor Lanie looked at both men with determination.
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“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.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
And there they were!</div>
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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,
<i>both</i> of them – inside her.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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!</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Ready for bed?”
Blake whispered, pushing a stray strand of hair from her face and
tucking it behind her ear.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“I'm very ready,”
Lanie whispered.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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 '<i>please fuck me
now!</i>' - and her body was right, she was beyond ready.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“I... I need more,”
Lanie said feeling flustered.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Both of you,”
Lanie replied without needing to think about it.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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 '<i>sorry hunny I just need to get the lube out</i>', 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!</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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!</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Harder baby,”
Lanie whispered to Logan and immediately he began to move his hips
harder against her.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
There was so much
tension in her cunt, it was almost unbearable. In fact it was. She
had to stop. She had to...</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11152207759695130080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012931094308598501.post-3624810283876051732014-10-21T11:41:00.001+13:002014-10-21T11:41:30.018+13:00'Seven lovely things' blog tourThe 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 <a href="http://christinahardingerotica.blogspot.co.nz/2014/10/morsel-monday-seven-lovely-things.html">here</a>! Christina has posted reviews of <a href="http://christinahardingerotica.blogspot.co.nz/2014/10/zoe-spanked-by-bree-guildford.html">Zoe: Spanked</a> and <a href="http://christinahardingerotica.blogspot.co.nz/2014/06/georgia-restrained-by-bree-gildford.html">Georgia: Restrained</a>, and a while back I had a <a href="http://christinahardingerotica.blogspot.co.nz/2014/08/guest-post-getting-to-know-bree.html">guest post</a> on her blog.<br />
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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.<br />
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I hate talking about myself so this may be hard... here goes!<br />
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<li>I absolutely love lillies, particularly the Calla Lily... there is something about the shape of them that I find beautiful.</li>
<li>My favourite perfume is Cerruti 1881. My sister surprised me with some a few months ago, it was incredibly sweet of her!</li>
<li>The ocean soothes my soul. One glimpse of the large blue expanse and I immediately start to feel calmer.</li>
<li>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</li>
<li>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 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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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.</li>
<li>I quite simply NEEEEEEEEEED to visit Athens and Santorini. I must. I will.</li>
<li>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!</li>
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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!<br />
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I do however nominate:<br />
<a href="http://mylittlevixen.com/" target="_blank">My Little Vixen</a><br />
<a href="http://dragonflylady77.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">DragonflyLady's Writey Ramblings</a><br />
<a href="http://theanxioushooker.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">The Anxious Hooker</a><br />
<a href="http://denaceleste.blogspot.co.nz/" target="_blank">Dena Celeste</a><br />
<a href="http://www.imarriedasexgod.com/" target="_blank">I Married a Sex God</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11152207759695130080noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012931094308598501.post-59468239697380531942014-10-20T15:37:00.001+13:002014-10-20T15:37:00.805+13:00Flash Fiction - my first attemptI am naughty.<br />
Dreadfully naughty.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
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Then I began writing.<br />
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And this happened...<br />
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Enjoy xxx<br />
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
'<i><span style="font-weight: normal;">Coast
is clear</span></i>' 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 '<i>Management
Only</i>'. 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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Better get to my 1pm
appointment,” Brad said in a business-like manner as he zipped up
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tonight,” Stella said kissing him on the cheek and rubbing off a
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“Don't forget the dry
cleaning,” Carly added after she had kissed him.</div>
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“Bye, you gorgeous
women,” Brad said sweetly as they left the office.</div>
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“Bye, baby!” Stella
and Carly called in unison as they walked hand-in-hand in the
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11152207759695130080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012931094308598501.post-14924619293743209072014-10-19T14:02:00.000+13:002014-10-19T14:02:24.781+13:00Outlandishly gooooood sex scenesChristian 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.<br />
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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. <br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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<b>The sex.</b><br />
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The sex is. Wow. Just wow.<br />
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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.<br />
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You have been warned.<br />
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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. <i>WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY JAMES ALEXANDER MALCOLM MacKENZIE FRASER?!</i><br />
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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.<br />
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Who <i>doesn't</i> want someone to feel that way about them?<br />
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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.<br />
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Not in Outlander!<br />
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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.<br />
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It is then that Jamie becomes a man. For a brief period of time. Yeap, unlike the usual on-screen sex <br />
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.<br />
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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.<br />
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[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'...]<br />
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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. <br />
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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!<br />
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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.<br />
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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! <br />
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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!<br />
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He then looked at Claire as if she was a goddess and he worshipped her.<br />
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Then he fell asleep.<br />
One word for you: R E A L I S T I C!<br />
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In the following episode the two love birds fool around in the grass and partake in some sex al fresco <br />
(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 <br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11152207759695130080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012931094308598501.post-74079557912215307592014-10-19T10:33:00.002+13:002014-10-19T10:33:44.115+13:00Sexy Sunday ScribbleIt has been awhile since I posted one of these... have a happy Sunday!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11152207759695130080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012931094308598501.post-6185556847438806022014-10-12T10:45:00.002+13:002014-10-12T10:45:38.887+13:00My Sexy Saturday - week 63Welcome to week 63 of <a href="http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/">My Sexy Saturday</a>, 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.<br />
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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.<br />
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<i>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
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<i>“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.</i></div>
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<i>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.</i></div>
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For those of you who don't know what <a href="http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/">My Sexy Saturday</a> 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.<br />
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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.<br />
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I would love to go into more detail, but in all honesty I'm falling asleep typing this, so I apologise!<br />
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I hope you enjoy my seven sentences!<br />
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Harrison stilled and
looked down at her. Neither of them were blinking and both were
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They weren't about to
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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
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11152207759695130080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012931094308598501.post-49704982611783967112014-09-21T12:20:00.002+12:002014-09-21T12:21:53.865+12:00My Sexy Saturday, week 60After taking a few weeks off (okay... forgetting to sign up!) I am back with another <a href="http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/">My Sexy Saturday</a> post! For those of you who don't know, My Sexy Saturday is a bloghop which gives writers an opportunity to share 7 words, sentences or paragraphs based on a specific theme each week.<br />
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This weeks theme is 'Our Sexy Romance', and the excerpt I am sharing is from one of my (many) unnamed WIP. It features Jenna and Lucas who are (in this excerpt) on their annual New Years getaway. Jenna has recently found out she is pregnant and this has caused her and Lucas to re-evaluate their lives and their relationship... including their ideas about marriage. Well, for Lucas anyway.<br />
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“I love you,” Lucas
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“I love you too,”
Jenna replied contently.</div>
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“I know things have
been hard for us at times, but I think the fact we are both sitting
here like this tonight shows how strong we are and how strong our
love is,” Lucas told her, his voice surprisingly full of conviction
and emotion.
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“Things have been
amazing and things have been hard... but we've always had our love
and I think that is what has gotten us through,” Jenna agreed,
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“All I know is that I
want to spend the rest of my life with you, raising our children,
enjoying our grandchildren and our great grandchildren... and I would
really love if you would marry me,” Lucas announced and moved his
hands out from underneath the blanket that was over them.
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In his hands was a red
ring case which he opened and presented her with. Inside was a
gorgeous ring – the type she had always dreamed of – three
perfect round diamonds set in a plain white gold band; it was
beautiful and she probably couldn't have picked a more perfect ring
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The story of Eva and Ethan is your typical 'girl meets boy, girl takes him home, one night stand turns into so much more' story, but there is a lot more to the characters than first meets the eye. Like everyone they have a back story, Eva's is a sad one, so is Ethan's, but in completely different ways. <br />
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I haven't worked on the story in months, but after reading I felt encouraged to work on it and thought posting an excerpt from the story would be a good place to start!<br />
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I hope you enjoy this excerpt, chances are I'll post another Eva & Ethan excerpt soon!<br />
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<b>'Eva and Ethan' - excerpt 1</b><br />
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<i>That man. He did
things to her. Things no man had ever done before... and she hadn't
even been naked with him yet! Ethan pulled her against him and
kissed her again this time not so chastely. As their lips moved
together she could feel his fingers digging into her hips and when
his thumbs brushed delicately over the bare skin above the waist of
her jeans she whimpered quietly against his mouth, suddenly wanting
and needing more of him. Eva broke off the kiss and moved back so
she could undo the buttons of his shirt.
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<i>As the buttons came
undone Eva felt any restraint she had slipping away. The feeling of
Ethan's bare skin beneath her fingers made her crave more of him.
She wanted to explore his glorious body, and she wanted him to
explore hers. She needed to feel his bare chest pressed against
hers, she needed to feel his naked hips pressing against her naked
hips. She needed to feel his lips on parts of her body other than
her lips, she wanted to kiss a path from his jawline, down down down,
she wanted to feel his hands and fingers moving all over her body,
she wanted to use her hands to become acquainted with every single
inch of his body.</i></div>
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<i>Eva was snapped out her
little daze by the feeling of Ethan's fingers grazing up her sides as
he lifted her top up. She held her arms above her head and as he
removed her top she wished they were already naked and in bed. In
the past she had never been the one to make the first move or to
initiate sex, but her need was suddenly too much to handle; before
she knew what she was doing she gripped the waistband of Ethan's
jeans and led him quickly toward her bedroom. As they walked Eva
slipped her shoes off and by the time they got to the bedroom Ethan's
shoes were gone as well... she hadn't even been aware of him taking
them off.
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<i>Eva marched him to her
bed before turning them around so his back was to the bed. Making
the most of her unexpected confidence Eva pushed Ethan gently and
smiled as he fell back on her bed. He looked expectantly at her and
rather than feeling 'oh god what do I do now?' panic, Eva
straddled his legs and slowly crawled up his body until she was
straddling his hips, a hand either side of his head. It was a
beautiful sight to look down on, and when Ethan moved his hands up
and started to stroke her sides, she let out a shaky sigh and closed
her eyes, as if trying to commit that moment to memory. He moved his
hands to the small of her back and ran his fingertips gently up her
spine, causing her to tremble in delight... his touch was
surprisingly soft but resonated throughout her body.</i></div>
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<i>When Ethan's hands
reached the top of her spine he moved them to the back of her head
and pulled her down for a kiss. Eva groaned the moment she felt
their lips brushing together and as if they had a mind of her own,
her hips began to move in a slow circular motion. There were layers
of fabric between them but she could feel his hardness pressing
against her, and when he moved his hands to her hips and pulled her
down against him, there was absolutely no denying just how turned on
he was. Eva tried not to moan, but his denim clad cock felt amazing
as she rubbed against it. If it felt that good through two layers of
denim, how the hell was she going to be able to handle the real
thing?</i></div>
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<i>His cock and her pussy
rubbing together through their clothes was making her wet but so was
the kissing. When she felt the first flicker of Ethan's tongue
against hers Eva had felt a sizable clench inside her pussy, and the
more he used his tongue the deeper the clench became. It wasn't just
the use of his tongue which was causing her panties to become damp,
no, it was also the beard.
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<i>She loved the sensation
it caused as it almost teasingly rubbed against her chin, causing her
to imagine how it would feel to have the beard grazing against her
inner thighs and her pussy, specifically her clit. She could almost
imagine how it would feel having his tongue inside her hole while his
stubbly upper lip grazed repeatedly against her clit.</i></div>
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<i>Eva broke off the kiss
and looked pleadingly at Ethan, her heart was racing, her breathing
was faster than she could ever remember it being, and her pussy...
her pussy was ACHING for him. She needed him inside her, she needed
to feel her cunt gripping his cock, to feel the tingly pressure
building as he pumped in and out of her, she wanted to feel the
smooth heat of his cock combining with her own wet heat. She wanted
to scream, she wanted to let herself go and come undone around him.
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<i>Ethan moved his hands
to the waistband of her jeans and undid the button and zip. The
moment he was done Eva undid the button on Ethan's jeans and pulled
the zip down, biting her lip when she looked at the insistent bulge
in his boxers. She couldn't wait to free him from his boxers and
take his cock inside her... not wanting to wait any longer she got
off the bed and was about to pull her pants down when Ethan sat up
and did the job for her. She whimpered when he kissed just above the
band of her panties, and wondered if perhaps she was going to find
out exactly what that beard would feel like against her pussy sooner
rather than later.</i></div>
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<i>Ethan hooked his
fingers in the band of Eva's panties and slowly pulled them down. He
looked up at her and smiled then stood up. Again they kissed, and
while their tongues were tangling together Ethan moved his hands
behind her back and undid her bra. He pulled the straps down her
arms then dropped the garment on the floor, suddenly Eva's
nervousness was back. It was one thing to be pantyless, but to be
braless as well, she felt vulnerable, shy, afraid that perhaps Ethan
would see her completely naked form and run away.
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<i>To take the attention
off herself, Eva moved her hands to the waist of Ethan's jeans and
pushed them down until they dropped to the floor and he stepped out
of them. There was only one item of clothing remaining, and Eva knew
that once his boxers were off, there was nothing preventing them from
joining together in the most intimate of ways.</i></div>
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<i>Taking a breath, Eva
gripped the band of Ethan's boxers in her fingers and slowly peeled
them down over his cock, pushing them down to his knees before
letting gravity do the rest. When Ethan stepped out of his boxers
Eva found it hard to make eye contact with him. She felt more shy
than she had when he took her bra off, and that familiar panic
started to set in.
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<i>She wanted him, she
wanted IT badly, but in that moment the fear that he was going to
escape while he could was greater than her want for him. Ethan
stepped back from her and Eva immediately crossed her arms over her
breasts as if to protect herself from the negative reaction she was
so sure was coming.
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<i>Ethan ran his hands
along her shoulders and down her arms then carefully moved her arms
from their protective position. Eva stood before him shaking, partly
from arousal, partly from nerves, waiting for his next move. He
stepped into her and put his hands on her hips then leaned in and
kissed her on the neck and began to kiss a trail from the top of her
neck down to the crook, over her collarbone, down her chest - only
stopping when he had captured one of her nipples between his lips -
and started to suck gently on it. Eva moaned softly and ran her
fingers through his hair while he continued teasing her nipple with
his mouth. Her legs were definitely shaking by then. She no longer
felt nervous, her shaking was related to the pure, unbridled need
she felt for Ethan.</i></div>
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<i>Eva could feel Ethan's
cock against her leg and knew that he was more than ready as well,
but he seemed in no rush to get things over and done with. When he
moved on to the other nipple Eva moaned and felt her pussy swelling
as he alternated between sucking and running his tongue back and
forward over the nipple.
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<i>He was getting her into
a wet, frantic state, and soon she needed more than his lips and
tongue on her nipple... but what he was doing felt so good and part
of her wished she could experience the magic he was performing on her
nipples for hours on end. Ethan began to groan against her nipple
and Eva could sense he was starting to feel the same sense of urgency
she was.
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<i>Ethan suckled long and
hard then released her nipple from his mouth. No words were
exchanged as Eva pulled the sheets back and when they were lying on
the bed Ethan smiled nervously at her. Eva returned his smile with
an equally nervous one of her own, then pulled the sheets up over
them. They rolled in toward each other and when Eva leaned in to
kiss him, she whimpered as she felt all of him pressing against her.
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<i>His body felt so firm
against hers and she couldn't help but run a hand down his side,
loving the contrast of his soft skin with the firmness of his
muscles. Speaking of firmness, there was also the not-so-small
matter of his cock which was sandwiched between them. Eva wasn't at
all surprised that he was rather large and couldn't wait to feel the
delicious stretch it would cause as he entered her that very first
time.</i></div>
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<i>“Um, do you have
condoms?” Ethan whispered, bringing her back to reality.</i></div>
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<i>“I... no... but I'm
on the pill,” Eva told him, feeling stupid for forgetting about
something as simple as condoms.</i></div>
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<i>“I got tested after
my ex, I know that I'm... clean... if you don't mind going without
condoms,” Ethan replied and rather than respond vocally, Eva rolled
onto her back and took his hand in hers then gently pulled him toward
her.</i></div>
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<i>Ethan got the message
and as he moved on top of her Eva spread her legs to accommodate him.
When he was positioned between her legs she was surprised he didn't
immediately press inside her and instead kissed her sweetly.
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<i>There was only so much
either of them could take though, and when she felt the tip of
Ethan's cock nudging at her hole she moaned with delight. He smiled
down at her and she found herself holding her breath as the head of
his cock pressed against her hole and in painstakingly slow fashion
he pushed inside her. Eva gasped when his cock made contact with the
back of her pussy, and though he stayed perfectly still she cried out
in pleasure. She loved the feeling of pleasure-pain as she felt her
pussy stretched open by a cock... there was nothing quite like it.
Considering she hadn't had sex for two years it was a feeling she
hadn't experienced in a long time. She loved it and wished it could
last, but knew that there was much MUCH better to come.</i></div>
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<i>Ethan kissed her and
slowly pulled almost all the way out before sliding in slowly, this
time when his cock hit the back of her pussy she let out a cry of
pleasure. When he pulled back out again Eva dug her nails into his
shoulders in preparation of what she knew was going to come. As he
began to thrust in and out of her a little faster the feeling of
being stretched wide open was gone and had been replaced by the
feeling of slickness that came with being so damn wet.</i></div>
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<i>Eva knew she was
particularly swollen and because of that there was constant friction
whenever Ethan's cock moved. It was as if she could feel every ridge
of his cock as it moved in and out of her, hitting hot spot after hot
spot after hot spot, causing her toes to curl and her pussy to
tighten around him. Eva had always felt shy about being loud in bed,
but the intensity of the sensations assaulting her body meant she had
no choice but to moan loudly, announcing to the world just how
fucking amazing it felt to have Ethan inside her.</i></div>
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<i>Ethan wasn't being
quiet either, and if anything his loud grunts and groans only spurred
her on, especially when he began to move harder against her. It was
like the 'polite' sex was over and finally the 'real' sex had begun.
Ethan's slow, gentle thrusts had become the hard and fast thrusts she
needed... they weren't just having sex, they were fucking, hard and
fast and poundy and sweaty and loud. If any of her neighbours had
their windows open she knew they would be getting an earful, but she
didn't care one bit, she was having the sex of her life and didn't
care who knew about it.</i></div>
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<i>The moment Eva wrapped
her legs around Ethan's waist and pulled him deeper inside she knew
it was going to be over very soon. The change in position caused
more friction on her clit and that, combined with the increasing
force behind each of his thrusts caused her pussy to tighten around
him.
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<i>She could feel her
orgasm building and dug her nails deep into his shoulders as her
cries became more high pitched. Ethan moved harder against her and
as his grunts became louder and closer together, her high pitched
cries turned into shrieks and her hips began to raise off the bed,
again intensifying the friction against her clit.
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<i>Ethan moved his arms so
his hands were underneath, gripping onto her shoulders... as a result
he was able to move even harder against her and it was only a matter
of moments before Eva began to scream as she felt her orgasm speedily
approaching. She felt tension in all parts of her body, her pussy
tightened to the point it was almost uncomfortable and her legs
tightened around him again, her hips raising up until BOOM! her
orgasm hit.
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<i>Her scream was loud and
long, her nails digging uncontrollably deeply into Ethan's shoulders,
her thighs squeezing his waist so tightly she was sure it must have
hurt. Ethan's grunts were getting louder and closer together, and
just as she started coming down from her own orgasm, he let out a
loud gutteral groan as his orgasm hit. He pushed as deeply inside
her as he could and stayed still as his orgasm peaked and waned, his
body rigid and sweaty against her.</i></div>
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<i>As Ethan came down from
his orgasm Eva could feel the tension disappearing from his body and
when he collapsed on top of her she smiled to herself as she wrapped
her arms around him and lazily stroked the back of his neck. Ethan
was breathing heavily against her and as well as feeling the bristley
stubble of his beard against her neck, she could feel the sweat from
his forehead against her cheek... he exuded rugged manliness, and
although she had just had the orgasm of her life, she would be lying
if she said she didn't feel a little turned on. Though it seemed
that where Ethan was involved she was in a constant state of arousal,
so it shouldn't have surprised her.</i></div>
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<i>When Ethan moved off
her Eva smiled sadly. She knew it would have to come to an end
eventually, but wasn't quite ready for him to leave. It was only sex
though and she was surprised he hadn't made an excuse to leave the
moment the sex was over.</i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11152207759695130080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012931094308598501.post-89034900886451525062014-08-30T11:57:00.001+12:002014-08-30T12:00:19.082+12:00Unexpected curiosity that led to empowermentThe brain really is an amazing (crazy, silly, bizarre) thing. Close to a couple of months ago now, I <span id="goog_69798432"></span><span id="goog_69798433"></span>posted a blog post entitled <a href="http://breeguildford.blogspot.co.nz/2014/07/is-it-bdsm-or-is-it-abuse.html">Is it BDSM or is it abuse?</a>, in which I shared my personal story of sexual abuse. Potentially the most traumatising aspect of my period of abuse, was the fact I was anally raped on more than one occasion.<br />
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It makes sense that because of this, the thought of anal sex was enough to make me feel sick and to send me into a depressive cycle. Reliving the experience would bring me to tears, it would make me shake, it would set off a full blown anxiety attack. Anal sex. The thought of it disgusted me and whenever I saw mention of anal being pleasurable I would frown, scoff and shake my head. Pleasurable? <i>No-fucking-way</i>.<br />
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I met my wife and told her what had happened to me when I was 20, for the first time in my life I was actually able to talk about it in person, with someone who actually cared about me, and was more than willing to listen to what I had to say. It felt good to be able to get it out of my system, to be able to release some of the pressure I was feeling inside my head, pressure that had built up over years of keeping my mouth shut and keeping it all inside.<br />
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Fast forward to a couple of months ago. I was in bed with my wonderful wifey, we were fooling around... I started to get carried away by the way she was making me feel (y'know, about a second away from screaming so loudly the neighbours would possibly ring the cops) and suddenly in my little pre-orgasmic fantasy I was having anal sex.<br />
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What. The. Fuck?<br />
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I didn't tell her straight away. In fact, I planned on not telling her because I felt embarrassed and even a little ashamed. After all the trauma I had been through, there I was, getting off on the idea of having anal sex. It just didn't compute.<br />
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I couldn't stop thinking about it though, and suddenly became very curious about anal sex. Surely if so many people could vouch for it being pleasurable, well... maybe it could be? A couple of days later we were in bed talking, and for whatever reason the discussion turned to anal sex... I likely mentioned not understanding how it could be pleasurable, and she told me that in her experiences it had indeed felt good. I believe it was then that I admitted my curiosity to her... and told her I felt like I had been short changed, because what could potentially have been a pleasurable experience had been ruined for me because of one bastard of an ex.<br />
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5AsPidI_XMY/VAESaK0S0XI/AAAAAAAAAd0/iSPDYkXVB3M/s1600/quote2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5AsPidI_XMY/VAESaK0S0XI/AAAAAAAAAd0/iSPDYkXVB3M/s1600/quote2.png" /></a>We continued talking and I truly don't remember how we got there, but she suggested I could write a <br />
m/f/m threesome scene with double penetration... y'know, it could be a kind of therapeutic way to 'experience' anal sex in a controlled environment, where I was in charge. It made sense to me, and I decided to go for it. I researched a little, I spoke more to my wife about her experiences, and then I was ready to write. But I had no idea what positions to put my characters in...<br />
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So we watched porn for inspiration. Most of our time was spent laughing at how fake it was, rolling our eyes because of the cliché nature of the storylines... but then there was a scene or two that caught my eye, and after watching rather than feeling repulsed, I felt... well, quite the opposite.<br />
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After this night my curiosity grew and after writing my scene (and having a bloody good time doing so), I really started to feel pissed off that I would never experience anal as something pleasurable. During one of our many discussions in bed, I eventually confessed this to my wife... and I don't remember a lot about it, but eventually we decided perhaps it was something we could explore further together. I still felt embarrassed, but my curiosity started to outweigh my embarrassment... and one day while relaxing in bed things got a little heated. There was touching.<br />
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Touching like I had never given or received before. It was relaxed and slow, and more than enough to make me realise I wanted to explore even further, at some point. Okay, it felt amazing when she was touching me, and I was amazed that being touched there could bring me so much pleasure. Equally I was surprised when I was touching her, that she got just as turned on as if I was touching her clit. We didn't even go 'all the way', there was just finger pressure, no insertion... I knew I wanted to go further at some stage, but that there was no rush.<br />
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It finally happened this week. A month, maybe a bit more after that first little bit of touching I got up the guts to tell my wife my curiosity was getting too much for me and that I wanted to explore further.<br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hJHRMUaug-Q/VAESGKGReHI/AAAAAAAAAdk/XCRnjw68Kpg/s1600/171678_20140216_183438_heal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hJHRMUaug-Q/VAESGKGReHI/AAAAAAAAAdk/XCRnjw68Kpg/s1600/171678_20140216_183438_heal.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a>I have never ever felt so shy in my life as I felt telling my wife I wanted to put my finger inside her ass. I had no idea how to go about it, hell, I didn't even know what to do with the lube... just the finger? the butthole too? Was our strawberry lube okay, or should we use that other tube of lube we were given (neither have been used before, both were gifts!)?<br />
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Eventually we got there. I did something to my wife that I never in a million years imagined I would do to her. More to the point, it was something I never imagined wanting to do. But I did. And I enjoyed it 100% more than I thought I would. She didn't ask me to stop, she didn't say it wasn't working for her... and when I made her orgasm, it was possibly the most proud I have ever felt of any orgasm I have given her! Can one be proud of an orgasm?<br />
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I think I felt 'proud' of the orgasm, because for me, it was symbolic of me overcoming something that had been incredibly traumatic, and had had a hugely negative impact on my life. Afterward I couldn't stop grinning, hell, I even giggled for a while. My wife looked amused and asked why I appeared so happy, and I told her it was because I had replaced a horrible, terrifying memory, with a pleasurable, happy memory. It was like I was saying to my ex 'you no longer have any control over me, or this aspect of my sexuality'.<br />
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I don't know what will happen next, or when it will happen... all I know is that I feel so incredibly lucky to have such a special woman in my life, who has helped me to heal when I didn't think it would ever be remotely possible.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11152207759695130080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012931094308598501.post-12024348551435220732014-08-20T11:00:00.000+12:002014-08-20T11:00:00.509+12:00Horny Hump Day - Aug 20thThis week I am taking part in my first <a href="http://www.hornyhumpday.com/">Horny Hump Day</a> blog hop! The whole idea behind Horny Hump Day, is for erotica authors to share three sentences of their writing, to tease & entice readers!<br />
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For my very first Horny Hump Day, I am going to share three sentences from the very first story I published, <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/409217">Georgia: Restrained</a>, which is from my <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/byseries/12350">'Georgia & Zoe' series</a>.<br />
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The premise of the story is <i>very</i> simple. Zoe ties Georgia up and has her very wicked way with her, teasing her until she is ready to burst... of course the teasing results in a coma-inducing orgasm for Georgia!<br />
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<i>Crying out loudly, Georgia looked down to where Zoe was lying between her legs and glimpsed the pink vibrator in her hand. Zoe slammed the vibrator deep inside her pussy, causing Georgia to cry out so loudly it was closer to a scream than a cry. It was the most exquisite, welcome feeling, causing her to see stars.</i><br />
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<!-- start LinkyTools script --><script src="http://www.linkytools.com/basic_linky_include.aspx?id=239829" type="text/javascript"></script><!-- end LinkyTools script -->Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11152207759695130080noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012931094308598501.post-40022887855698033322014-08-10T15:09:00.001+12:002014-08-10T15:15:14.888+12:00Jake gets his very own personal (naughty!) nurse<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FVPomZ3cYWU/U-biJ5MHXHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/_3tIPE4cUQI/s1600/keep-calm-i-m-a-naughty-nurse.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FVPomZ3cYWU/U-biJ5MHXHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/_3tIPE4cUQI/s1600/keep-calm-i-m-a-naughty-nurse.png" height="320" width="274" /></a>When Jake gets injured his girlfriend, Victoria, takes it upon herself to be his personal nurse. Considering the two can't keep their hands off each other, it is no surprise when Victoria puts a very sexy spin on her temporary role as his very hands-on nurse. Who can blame her?!<br />
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Enjoy!<br />
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
When Jake's shoulder
started to hurt again Victoria insisted he stay on the couch while
she went to get his painkillers for him. A couple of minutes later
he heard the bathroom door closing and could hear her walking down
the hall toward the lounge, but when she came through the doorway
Jake was very unprepared for what he saw. Gone were her t-shirt and
jeans, replaced by a red and white corset with the tell-tale red
cross embroidered in the middle of it, a pair of white stockings, the
outfit finished off with a pair of very high, very shiny, very
slutty red patent heels.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Jesus Christ...”
Jake uttered, finding it impossible to close his mouth as Victoria
approached. He gulped nervously. He really had not been prepared
to see her like that!</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Here is your
medication, Mr Carter,” Victoria said handing him his painkillers,
before turning around and bending over to pick up his drink bottle.
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Uh, thanks...” he
replied as she handed him his<span style="background: transparent;">
drink bottle and the pills, which he quickly swallowed. </span>
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Is there anything
else I can do for you?” Victoria asked very professionally, <span style="background: transparent;">as
she placed his drink bottle back on the coffee table.</span></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“No...” Jake
answered, still a touch dumbfounded. He knew she had had a naughty
nurse scenario planned, but the reality was so much better than he'd
anticipated.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Is there anything I
can do <i>to</i> you?” Victoria asked, her voice suddenly had a
very seductive, husky quality about it.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Well, I could do
with a little hug,” Jake said, starting to get his composure back.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“I can do that,”
Victoria noted, then leaned over and kissed his forehead. “You
feel hot. Perhaps you should take your pants off,” she said in
that same sexy tone of voice. Jake raised an eyebrow at her and
stood up.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Maybe I should,”
he replied, but before he could put his hands on his waistband,
Victoria stopped him.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Allow me to do that
for you, Mr Carter,” Victoria insisted, dropping to her knees and
looking up at him through her eyelashes – the sight was simply too
much for him and his cock started to throb.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Victoria slowly pulled
his pants down and then looked up at him again, this time biting her
lip. As she freed him from his boxers, he whimpered.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“I should probably
check your temperature,” Victoria suggested and Jake looked down at
her warily.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Oh, and um, how
would you do that?” he asked. Rather than answer him, Victoria
showed him, lightly licking the tip of his cock.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Oh god...” he
whispered, as she ran her tongue over the head of his cock again.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Sorry, but I can't
get an accurate reading, I need to check again,” Victoria told him,
her voice very serious.
</div>
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
As her mouth slid down
the length of his cock he exhaled loudly and hoped like hell she
wouldn't spend too long 'checking his temperature', because he wasn't
sure how much of <i>that</i> he could handle. She sucked him gently
and much to his relief didn't take him deep in her throat... he
didn't want to cum while she was sucking his cock, because he had no
idea how she felt about the idea of him cumming in her mouth. He was
aware it wasn't something every woman enjoyed! Luckily she kissed
his cock goodbye and stood up, then put her hands on his shoulders
and looked at him seriously.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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<a name='more'></a>“You seem a bit
flustered, Mr Carter, perhaps you should sit down – I would hate
for you to faint and hurt that shoulder even more,” Victoria said,
her voice full of compassion.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“I think you're
right, Nurse Michaels,” Jake said and winked at her, then sat down
and looked up at her, curious to see what 'Nurse Michaels's next move
would be.
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Victoria straddled him,
with a hand either side of his head on the back of the couch, and
wasted no time in kissing him. Jake groaned loudly. She started to
kiss down his neck and he groaned again, it seemed that even the
slightest touch from her was sending charges of pure heated lust
through his body, and for the first time since Saturday morning, he
forgot all about the pain in his shoulder.</div>
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Without thinking about
it he kept his sore arm by his side, but moved his good arm so he was
cupping her bottom in his hand. He couldn't resist the urge to
follow the curve of her ass, and as he ghosted his fingers over her
slit, she moaned loudly and he felt her entire body shudder against
him. She was even wetter than he had expected, and suddenly he
wanted, no, <i>needed</i> her badly. Victoria was whimpering against
his neck and he knew she wanted him just as badly.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Now Mr Carter, there
are two options regarding your very special care,” Victoria said, a
little breathless.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Oh, Nurse Michaels?
Please inform me of those choices,” Jake replied, gazing up at her.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“I can either care
for you with my hand and mouth,” Victoria explained, giving him the
first option.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Always a good
choice. What is the other option?” Jake asked locking eyes with
hers.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Well, the other
option is for me to perch on the top of your cock and then slide down
taking you deep inside my pussy,” Victoria explained and Jake could
feel her wetness on the tip of his cock. Rather than answering with
words, Jake moved both of his hands to her hips and pulled her down
until she was filled to the hilt with his cock.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Naughty Mr Carter,
you're meant to let me do all the hard work!” Victoria exclaimed,
then winked at him. “Though I do feel all the hard work inside
me,” she said and bit her lip. Had it not been so sexy, Jake would
have been teasing her about her dreadful joke.
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Victoria started to
rock her hips against his, her pussy massaging his cock, causing him
to grow increasingly harder with each passing second. Jake had no
choice but to groan, and to groan loudly. He hadn't been frustrated
or impatient about not having been inside her for three and a half
days, but fuck it felt good to be inside her again!
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Jake moved his hands
from her hips and instead focused the attention of his fingers on her
nipples, which he could see were all pointy beneath the corset she
was wearing. Part of him wanted to play with them properly – so he
could watch his fingers rubbing and squeezing her nipples - but
another part of him loved the naughtiness of the corset, and he
decided to leave it on. Why get all the fun out of the way in the
space of one naughty fuck? He could (and would!) always help her
out of it later that evening.</div>
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
He began rubbing her
nipples through the corset, and Victoria began to moan. He felt her
hips immediately start to move faster against him, causing him to
rub her nipples harder... and again, for her to move her hips even
faster. It amazed him how something as simple as touching her
nipples could have such a great ripple effect and impact on what her
pussy and hips were doing. When he began to squeeze her nipples, he
could feel her pussy tightening around his cock, he could feel her
tight walls becoming wetter around him, making him throb even harder.
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Without putting any
conscious thought into it he pulled down the cups of her corset, and
his mouth very quickly found one of her nipples. Jake let out a loud
groan of satisfaction as he finally tasted her skin, and felt the
hardness of her nipple between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.</div>
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Victoria cried out as
he started to suck on her nipple. He was trying to be gentle – but
was finding that extremely hard - especially when an overwhelming
hunger for her had been unleashed. Jake moved his attention to the
other nipple, sucking it just as hard and deep into his mouth and
while he did this her pussy clenched widly around his cock, her hips
bucking harder and faster against him.
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Jake quickly got
carried away and began to tug on her nipple with his teeth, causing
her to cry out loudly and dig her fingernails deep into his
shoulders. For a nanosecond he was worried he had hurt her, but the
way she pushed her hips harder against him suggested otherwise.
Again, he tugged on the nipple with his teeth, earning him the same
result, this time with Victoria digging her nails into the back of
his neck</div>
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Victoria started to
ride him hard and fast and he could tell that she had one aim in mind
– to make him cum – and whether she knew it or not, she was very
close to accomplishing her goal. Jake put a hand on the back of
Victoria's neck and pulled her down so his mouth was level with her
neck, then he bit down on the crook of her neck, not surprised by the
scream that erupted from Victoria, or by the fact her hips suddenly
began to buck wildly.
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
With his cock
continously hitting the back of her pussy and his mouth working her
neck, Jake could feel Victoria's pussy starting to constrict. The
increase of pressure around his cock triggered spasms deep inside
him, which grew stronger and stronger and stronger until, with a loud
groan, he came, biting down hard on Victoria's neck. Her pussy began
to clench and release around his cock and as her own orgasm hit she
let out a strangled moan, her fingernails deep in his neck, her body
rigid against his, his cock as deep inside her pussy as was humanly
possible. They rode out their orgasms together, taking great
enjoyment out of feeling each other's body responding to what had
turned out to be surprisingly feisty, heated sex.</div>
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Afterward, Victoria
stayed on him with her face buried in his neck, while he
absentmindedly stroked the top of her thigh and kissed the top of her
head. His fingers brushed over the top of her stockings and he ran a
hand down the length of her leg, until his fingers came to the top of
her shoes. He ran his fingers down the stiletto heel and gulped
loudly, imagining the heels digging into his back as he went down on
her, her legs draped over his shoulders, much like on their first
night together. He had no idea what it was, but something about
garters, stockings and heels made him instantly horny, and he loved
that Victoria appeared to quite enjoy wearing that particular little
combination. A lot of fun could be had, he decided, smirking to
himself.</div>
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“What are you
smirking at, Mr Carter?” Victoria asked him, a twinkle in her eye.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“I was just thinking
how lucky I am to have a girlfriend who enjoys wearing what is quite
possibly the sexiest lingerie combination in the world,” Jake
informed her.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“And what would that
be?” Victoria asked, playing dumb.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“The corset, the
stockings the garter, the heels,” Jake replied and Victoria raised
an eyebrow at him.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Oh, you like, do
you, Mr Carter?” Victoria asked, doing a good job of sounding
surprised.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“I very much do, Miss
Michaels...” Jake told her and Victoria bit her lip.<br />
“That is
very handy to know,” Victoria said and then started to blush.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“What is it, Miss
Michaels?” Jake asked, smiling softly at her.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Well, it's just that
I understand the appeal of the corset, garter, stockings and heels,”
Victoria admitted and Jake winked at her when he realised what she
was saying.
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“You understand just
how amazingly horny it makes me then,” Jake said and chuckled. It
felt very strange to be talking to his girlfriend about such a thing!</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“I do, oh believe me,
I do,” Victoria said and bit her lip again. Jake couldn't help but
wonder if she was imagining Lizzie dressed up like she was.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“You're thinking
about Lizzie wearing a similar outfit, aren't you,” Jake whispered
teasingly and Victoria nodded.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“I'm sorry,”
Victoria replied and he laughed.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Don't apologise, by
all means go ahead and continue your thoughts,” Jake told her and
she giggled.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“You just like the
thought of me thinking naughty things about my girlfriend!”
Victoria exclaimed.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Duh!” Jake said
with a wink and they both laughed.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Men. You're so
simple. Slightest hint of girl on girl and you turn to putty,”
Victoria said, shaking her head in mock disgust.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Baby, it's one thing
to think of girl in girl in general, but knowing your very own
gorgeous, sexy, amazing <i>girlfriend</i> partakes in said girl on
girl... it's more mindblowing than you will ever know,” Jake
informed Victoria.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Dirty bastard,”
Victoria joked and he nodded.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“At your service,”
Jake replied and Victoria rolled her eyes, then kissed him playfully.
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“The patient really
should to go bed,” Victoria suggested and Jake nodded in agreement.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Yes, I think I
should, I am ever so tired and need to rest my aching body,” Jake
replied with mock seriousness.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“If your entire body
is sore perhaps I should examine you to make sure nothing else is
wrong,” Victoria stated, that professional tone back in her voice.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“If it's what you
feel needs to happen, Nurse Michaels...” Jake said and winked at
her.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Oh, I do, Mr Carter.
I really do,” Victoria replied and then stood up, he followed
quickly and watched her as she walked through to the kitchen to get
them both a glass of water for bed. “You are such a pervert of a
patient!” she exclaimed when she had the water in hand.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“No no, I just admire
those in the healthcare profession,” Jake replied, winking at her
and Victoria laughed.</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Come on then, Mr
Carter, let's get you to bed,” Victoria said and bit her lip.
</div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
He followed as she
walked down the hallway, feeling completely at her mercy – and
loving it!</div>
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
When they were both
ready for bed Victoria did as she said she would and put him to bed.
When she straddled him and started kissing him he presumed it was
merely a goodnight formality, that was until he felt her pussy
sliding back down his cock. She hooked her feet under his legs –
the scratches on his legs from the stiletto heels quite possibly the
most arousing 'injury' known to man – and for ten minutes she rode
him slowly, gradually bringing them both closer and closer to orgasm.
After they both came, she untangled her legs from his, kicked her
shoes off and joined him beneath the sheets.
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
An hour later Victoria
got up to go to the toilet, and Jake was standing by the bed when she
came back through to the bedroom. When she stopped in front of him,
Jake knelt in front of her and undid the clips holding up her
stockings, slowly rolling them down so she could step out of them.
He stood up and turned her around so she had her back to him, slowly
undoing her corset, kissing each new bare inch of flesh along the
way. When the corset dropped to the ground, Victoria turned to face
him and they gently kissed, before sliding back in between the
sheets. Victoria moved straight into his arms, both of them making
sleepy sighs of happiness as sleep took over.
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11152207759695130080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012931094308598501.post-69302189096273097752014-08-10T10:09:00.001+12:002014-08-10T10:09:43.644+12:00My Sexy Saturday, week 54The weeks are just going faster and faster! Another Saturday is upon us (well, it's Sunday in my part of the world), and that means one thing. It's time for <a href="http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/">My Sexy Saturday</a>! For those of you who have no idea what My Sexy Saturday is, it is a chance for writers of erotica to share 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs of their work, based on a different theme each week.<br />
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This weeks theme, for example, is 'Do You Think I'm Sexy', and I have decided to go with 7 sentences from the very first story I wrote... a story that will never be published, but one that I love all the same!<br />
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In this scene Victoria's injured boyfriend is treated to some very special one-on-one nursing care, by his own very sexy, very naughty nurse... (I may post this scene in its entirety on my blog later today, so keep an eye out!)<br />
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<i>When Jake's shoulder
started to hurt again Victoria insisted he stay on the couch while
she went to get his painkillers for him. A couple of minutes later
he heard the bathroom door closing and could hear her walking down
the hall toward the lounge, but when she came through the doorway
Jake was very unprepared for what he saw. Gone were her t-shirt and
jeans, replaced by a red and white corset with the tell-tale red
cross embroidered in the middle of it, a pair of white stockings, the
outfit finished off with a pair of very high, very shiny, very slutty
red patent heels.</i></div>
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<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<i>“Jesus christ...”
Jake uttered, finding it impossible to close his mouth as Victoria
approached. He gulped nervously. He really had not been prepared
to see her like that!</i></div>
<i>
</i>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<i>“Here is your
medication, Mr Carter,” Victoria said handing him his painkillers,
before turning around and bending over to pick up his drink bottle,
making him very aware of her pantiless state.</i></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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<!-- start LinkyTools script --><script src="http://www.linkytools.com/basic_linky_include.aspx?id=234767" type="text/javascript"></script><!-- end LinkyTools script -->Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11152207759695130080noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012931094308598501.post-78170790096732612522014-08-09T11:17:00.000+12:002014-08-09T11:17:44.853+12:00A little teaser from my first m/f/m threesome <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KyZyKUMoHqc/U-VZOY-aMxI/AAAAAAAAAcU/iHZvCka0zG4/s1600/d9889c7678835b5f8a06ad949bf560802262d6cc651351dabac6309e972138e1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KyZyKUMoHqc/U-VZOY-aMxI/AAAAAAAAAcU/iHZvCka0zG4/s1600/d9889c7678835b5f8a06ad949bf560802262d6cc651351dabac6309e972138e1.jpg" height="188" width="320" /></a>Because polyamory is a theme in a lot of my stories, I have written more than my fair share of <br />
threesomes... however, they have ALL consisted of two women and one man. Deciding it was time to branch out, I recently wrote my first threesome scene with two men and one woman. Not only did I write my first m/f/m threesome, I also wrote my first scene containing anal sex! That was a big thing for me, and I have to admit, it was more enjoyable to write than I thought it would be!<br />
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As it stands right now, this particular story could work as the first in a series of short stories, OR as a scene from a novel. I haven't quite decided which route to take with this series?/novel?, but decided that while I make up my mind, I would share a tiny teaser of the tentatively titled 'With Friends Like These'.<br />
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This little excerpt involves Jamie, her boyfriend Josh, and their best friend Marcus. Jamie has had a m/f/m fantasy for a long time, and for her 32nd birthday, Josh has arranged for that little fantasy to come true, with Marcus the other 'm' in the equation. Clearly the friendship between Jamie, Josh and Marcus is a special one! <br />
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<i>It didn't take much for
Jamie to get carried away. Having two cocks at her mercy gave her an
arousing sense of power and the groans and moans coming from Josh and
Marcus spurred her on to pump them both faster. She probably could
have used her hands until they both got off, but that wasn't how she
wanted the night to end for the two men. She wanted their night to
end when they were both buried deep inside her, spent, after filling
her with their cocks and their cum. Both men were like steel in her
hands, and her pussy was beyond sopping wet... she knew they
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<i>Jamie broke off the
kiss she and Josh were sharing and smiled softly at him. 'I love
you,' she mouthed and Josh gave her an adoring look as he mouthed 'I
love you' back. It was time. She knew it, he knew it, and turning
around to look at Marcus, the wild look on his face suggested he knew
it was well. Lying down, Jamie rolled onto her side and smiled at
Marcus, then lightly pressed her lips against his and immediately
felt her pussy reacting. His cock was solid against her belly, while
Josh's was equally as hard, pressing against the small of her back as he kissed along the
back of her shoulders and traced lazy circles on her hip.
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<i>The kiss between her
and Marcus became more passion-fuelled and instinctively Jamie
pressed her hips against him. His body felt so strong and hard
against her own, familiar, safe... yet at the same time something she
felt detached from. Josh pressed up behind her and when she felt the
tip of his cock nudge against the crack of her ass she let out an
anticipatory moan as flashbacks of his cock moving slowly in and out
of her ass flooded her memory. At the same time, the length of
Marcus's cock was pressing against her slit, the pressure causing her
cunt to clench uncontrollably. She needed Josh. She needed Marcus.
Every single nerve in her body was craving the feeling of their
cocks.</i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11152207759695130080noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012931094308598501.post-91756387782274632222014-08-03T11:31:00.003+12:002014-08-03T11:31:52.107+12:00My Sexy Saturday, week 53Saturday is upon us again, which means it is time for another <a href="http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.ca/">My Sexy Saturday</a>! If you aren't familiar with My Sexy Saturday, it is a chance for writers to share 7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs of their writing, based on a particular theme each week.<br />
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This week the theme is 'Our Sexy Love', and I have chosen an excerpt from an untitled WIP, focusing on a polyamorous foursome. This scene happens after Amelia's new love interest, Harrison, has been punched by her ex-boyfriend. They have been taking their time getting to know each other, and haven't even kissed yet, but the tension growing between them is overwhelming, to say the least.<br />
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“You are already
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Amelia cupped his face
with both hands and before he realised what was happening she leaned
in and lightly kissed just beneath his eye. She repeated the action,
this time kissing the edge of the bruising on the outer corner of his
eye, and then again just above his eye. When she moved to kiss his
cheek again, Harrison tilted his head up and rather than feeling her lips
against his cheek, they brushed almost imperceptably against his
lips. Their eyes connected and Harrison swallowed nervously, awaiting
her next move, hoping like hell she wouldn't climb off his lap and
leave. He was terrified he had read the situation wrong and had
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