Happy Valentine's Day! Have some sex!

Before I skedaddle out of here, to share a romantic day at the rugby with my wifey, I wanted to leave you with a little Valentine's Day lovin'...

This is from a story I haven't really shared on here before, but have used a couple of small excerpts for my My Sexy Saturday posts.  The central characters in this excerpt are Jameson (James) and India, a relatively new couple who are veeeeeery unexpectedly expecting twins.

This is their Valentine's Day.

Enjoy!

If you would like to download the PDF file, you can do so by clicking on the link
India & James, Valentines Day - Bree Guildford

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India & James, Valentines Day!

After saying goodbye to Jenna and Lucas, James and India walked to her car... and India giggled in surprise when James pressed her up against the car and kissed her. When the kiss ended James put his hands on her hips and smiled at her.

“Do you realise this is the first place we kissed?” James asked and India smiled softly at him.

“I do realise that. God I was so nervous that night... I was sure you wouldn't turn up...” India admitted.

“Silly woman... I was so impatient all day waiting for it to be time to see you again,” James replied.

“And then when we were out in the carpark I was so close to suggesting we go back to my house for a drink...” India smirked.

“Trust me, it was hard for me to let you go that night. I wanted nothing more than to take you home and at least hold you all night long,” James told her and she winked at him.

“I am sure you would have done more than simply holding me,” India commented and they both laughed.

“Sorry gorgeous woman, as much as I love your new dress I need to get you home and get you out of it,” James declared and India bit her lip.

“What are you waiting for then?” India asked as she playfully pushed him off her and opened her door.

The drive home was full of anticipation and sexual tension, but when they got home India announced she felt bloated and horrible then asked him if he could unzip her so she could go and get changed. James tried not to let his disappointment show as he unzipped her dress, but it was hard. All night he had looked forward to getting India home so they could lie naked together, before teasing each other in the most delightful of ways... and then go on to have sex for hours.

James sighed quiestly as he sat on the couch when India left the room. He didn't blame her, he knew she had been looking just as forward to all the sex when they got home as he had, but he had quickly learnt that pregnancy meant her mood could change in a split second. At least when they eventually went to bed they would be able to cuddle and he could hold her all night long. It was certainly a thought that appealed, and really, being with her was all that mattered. When he heard India coming down the hall he smiled. Maybe they could snuggle up and watch a DVD before going to bed.

“Can I get you anythi...” James called out, but as India came into view he lost the ability to form any more words.

“Nothing you can get for me... but certainly something you can do for me,” India replied as she stopped, standing directly in front of him. James gulped loudly.

India wasn't wearing the trackies and old t-shirt of his like he had been expecting. Instead she was wearing a simple black lacy corset, matching black panties and the heels he had bought her to go with her dress. He stood up and pulled her against him then placed a single kiss on her collar bone before kissing her on the lips, unable to resist the urge to run his tongue along hers, knowing full well what type of response that would evoke from India. As predicted she moaned against his mouth and pressed her hips against his, her fingers snaking into his hair and pulling his mouth more firmly against hers. He was surprised when they managed to kiss for a few minutes without moving things along, but it was a relief when India moved her hands down his chest and belly before undoing his jeans and pushing them down, along with his boxers. She took her time as she undid his shirt and by the time it fell to the ground he needed to be inside her with incredible urgency.

James turned them around so India had her back to the couch and then he dropped to his knees. He slowly pulled her new lacy black panties down, making sure his finger tips softly grazed a trail down the outside of her thighs as he did so... something he knew India loved. She stepped out of the lacy underwear, and when he stood up she put her arms around his neck, pulling them both down onto the couch so he was on top of her. They resumed kissing and when James felt the familiar moist warmth against his cock he let out a quiet growl and prepared to press inside her. His cock nudged at her hole and rather than letting out a whimper or moan India looked at him with panic all over her face. He moved off her and looked at her feeling concerned that something was wrong with the babies or her.

“What's wrong?” James asked and India sat up.

“No no, nothing is wrong... I just... my tummy felt weird with you on top of me kind of... like belly claustrophobia,” India explained and James smiled sympathetically at her.

“I'm sorry,” James replied but India shook her head.

“No no, not your fault at all... I guess what Jenna said would happen just did... this is our first official sex position fail,” India joked.

James slid off the couch and then faced India on his knees, chuckling quietly as India moved so she was perched on the edge of the couch with a leg either side of him. He loved how in sync they were sexually. India put her hands on his shoulders then wrapped her legs around his waist and he slowly pressed inside her, this time rewarded by a loud moan of pleasure and a look of ecstasy on her face. When he put his hands on her hips she tightened her legs around his waist and he began to slowly move against her, causing both of them to make little moans of delight as the pent up sexual tension finally started to be released.

James loved the position they were in. Not only was the couch the PERFECT height for that particular position, but he also had the added benefit of having India's boobs in his face. Clad in the lacy black corset it was an even sexier view than usual. He loved her naked, but every now and then it was rather mindblowing to have her curves sheathed in lacy undergarments of the naughty kind. India moved her hands to the back of his neck and began grazing her nails up and down the sensitive area of skin, which made him instinctively begin to move faster and harder against her.

India's legs tightened around him again, and when she began crying out James knew it was time to speed things up. So many times he had intended for the sex to be slow, but once India began crying out like that he was unable to stop himself from doing what he could to make those cries even louder. He managed to pull her forward a little further and groaned when he hit deeper inside her pussy, her pussy clenching his cock tightly. Each time he hit that deep spot her pussy would squeeze him even tighter, making the throb centered deep inside him more intense. It was a seemingly neverending cycle of pleasure for both of them.

When India began to cry out in a very high pitched manner James made sure he held her hips tightly to create as much clitoral friction as possible. As India's cries became shrieks James could feel himself throbbing so hard that he wouldn't have been surprised if she could feel the throb herself... her legs tightened, her hands moved to his shoulders and her nails dug in deeply. He moved harder and faster until her shrieking reached a peak and turned into a scream as she came loud and hard, his cock being squeezed so tightly that it triggered his own orgasm. They rode out their orgasms together, fingers digging into flesh, eyes tightly closed, both letting out noises of pleasure that probably could have been heard within a ten kilometre radius.

After an initial recovery period of a couple of minutes James got up from his knees and sat on the couch beside India, who very quickly snuggled up against him.

“You like your Valentine's Day present?” India asked, indicating the corset.

“Like would be a very enormous understatement,” James replied and winked at her.

“Well I figured that I haven't worn a corset for you yet, and I am running out of time, so this was the perfect opportunity,” India explained.

“How are you running out of time?” James asked and India rolled her eyes.

“You think they make corsets for women who are 32 weeks pregnant with twins?” India asked and he laughed.
“Oh, I understand what you mean... but just so you know, I love you naked just as much as I love to see you in lingerie,” James informed her.

“I think I might just go naked for the last half of my pregnancy, it's going to be impossible to find clothes that fit,” India joked and then stifled a yawn. James stood up.

“Come on beautiful, let's go to bed,” James said and helped her up from the couch.

They walked through to their bedroom, James with an arm around India's shoulders, India with her arm around his waist. They both laughed when they tried to walk through the doorway at the same time but couldn't fit and India made a joke about the fact she probably wouldn't fit through the doorway by herself by the time she was ready to give birth. James knew she was joking and liked that she was able to see the lighter side, but at the same time he was always worried when she made jokes like that because he knew that there could be a potential meltdown on the way.

James helped India out of the corset and suggested she get as much use out of it as she could before it no longer fit and was glad that she agreed with his idea. When he went on to add that perhaps she should wear it with the garter and stockings she had worn not so long ago for him, India winked and told him he must have been a mind reader. Had he not been so tired he probably would have been ready for round two after imagining India in the suggested outfit... but it had been a long day and all he wanted to do was sleep.

India went down the hallway to brush her teeth and a couple of minutes later he heard her laughing so went down to brush his own teeth and see what was so funny.

“Why the laughter?” James asked and India giggled.

“Well you know how you kind of know how close to an object you can stand without bumping into it?” India asked and he nodded. “Well I just stepped as close to the vanity as I usually do when I brush my teeth, but my belly bumped against it!” she explained and started to laugh. James didn't think it was that hilarious, but couldn't help laughing at her reaction.

“And so it begins!” James exclaimed and India nodded.

“It just occurred to me that I'm not going to be able to reach a lot of things as easily as I can now... and that I probably won't be able to get things out of the top cupboards,” India commented.

“Will you hate me if I say I can't wait until you have a big belly?” James asked and India shrugged.

“I am sure you will probably regret those words when I am so big you have to sleep on the very edge of the bed, and when I'm so big I can't even stand up by myself,” India joked and James shook his head.

“No, I can't wait for all that,” he told her honestly and India kissed him lingeringly.

“It will be worth it to see you holding our babies,” India stated and then kissed him again and left the bathroom.

By the time he got back to the bedroom India was half asleep, which did not surprise him. James got in bed and snuggled up against her then put a hand on her belly, before starting his nightly belly rub ritual. Every night when they got in bed he would rub her belly just before they went to sleep... it was relaxing for both of them and he liked that it was a small way he could start bonding with the babies. Not that they were aware of his presence yet.

From the moment he had found out India was pregnant he had become impatient for her to have a big belly, but he hadn't realised just how quickly that would happen with twins. Even in her eighth week India was getting a little belly, and he knew that if she was only pregnant with one baby he would have had to wait a lot longer for that first inkling of belly. In a way he felt quite spoilt and hoped that she would be able to carry close to term so that he could enjoy her baby belly as long as possible.

A little spanking, anyone?

.... as Alex soon learns

I know it has been awhile since I shared a proper excerpt on here.  I have been busy writing my latest story, and have to admit that I am very easily sidetracked!

But here it is, finally!  Excerpt two of what I jokingly refer to as 'Vampire Rugby', as it is based on two cursed rugby players... and came about all because of a stupid, innocent comment I made to my wife one night.

This little scene occurs after Lizzie and Alex have spent their second night together.  Lizzie's girlfriend - Victoria - who has spent the night with Jake, rings Alex with a little suggestion that he finds it impossible to ignore.

You can read excerpt 1 & get a little of the background right here...

As always, I have uploaded the PDF file of this excerpt, please feel free to download it!
Vampire Rugby (excerpt 2) - Bree Guildford

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'Vampire Rugby' (unofficial title) - excerpt 2 

Lizzie passed him his phone when it began to ring. He wondered who would be calling him on a Sunday, and hoped like hell it wasn't one of the coaches requesting an urgent meeting for some reason. He had plans for the day. Plans that involved the very sexy, very naked woman in bed beside him. One look at the caller display and he could see it was Jake. Frowning, he answered the phone.

“Hello,” he said, and was surprised when the voice on the other end was a woman's.

“Pretend it's not me,” Victoria ordered.

“I'm okay...” Alex responded, wondering why the heck Victoria was ringing him.

“That girlfriend of mine? Spank her.” Victoria ordered and Alex coughed.

“Why on earth would I do that?” Alex asked light heartedly, trying to not arouse Lizzie's suspicions (there were other parts of her he'd sooner arouse...).

“Just do it... trust me, you won't regret it, and she will definitely thank you,” Victoria replied, and then the phone went dead. Lizzie looked curiously at him.

“One of the boys being stupid,” Alex explained as he put his phone on the bedside table and Lizzie laughed. He was very glad she'd believed him.

“Boys will be boys, huh!” Lizzie exclaimed and he nodded in agreement.

Noticing the time, and realising neither of them had eaten since early the previous evening, he decided he should be a good host and at least cook for for his very special, sexy guest.

“Don't know about you, but I am famished” Alex remarked. “How about bacon and eggs for breakfast?” he suggested and Lizzie nodded enthusiastically.

“Oh god that sounds good. I don't suppose you have any mushrooms?” Lizzie asked, grinning when he nodded in response

“I always have mushrooms!” Alex replied, and was so very glad he did he had picked some up in the groceries!

“Want me to cook?” Lizzie offered. Alex shook his head.

“No, you are my guest, and it's my house, I can't expect you to cook! I would love it if you came out and kept me company though” he responded and Lizzie smiled at him.

“I'd love to!” she told him, and then they both got out of bed. Alex opened one of his drawers and threw her one of his t-shirts.

“No point getting dressed if we'll just be going back to bed,” he commented and Lizzie winked at him.

“I'd hoped that would be your suggestion, post breakfast!” she informed him and he chuckled.

“You really think I would rather be ANYWHERE else?” he asked, then added, “except in the shower, with you,” winking at her.

They went into the kitchen, and Alex couldn't take his eyes off her. He had given her a t-shirt of his to wear, and he was amazed by how sexy she looked wearing it. The way it clung to her curves and the way her nipples pressed against the fabric were one big tease for him. Given Victoria's short and sweet phone call, he found it hard to not look at her bottom, while wondering if what Victoria had implied was true, and Lizzie would enjoy a little spanking. Being that he was in a rather good mood, he was tempted to try it but wasn't sure whether it was appropriate or not, considering they'd only known each other for a few days. Surely something like that required trust, or at least being 100% comfortable with each other. Not that HE didn't feel 100% comfortable around her... he just wasn't sure if she felt the same. He had a feeling she might, but didn't want to assume.

Alex got the bacon, eggs and mushrooms from the fridge and put them on the bench beside the cooktop. When he turned around to get a frying pan out, he was met by Lizzie leaning against the countertop, with her bottom sticking out. It was almost as if she was asking for his hand to make contact with her ass. When he made his way past her to get the olive oil from the pantry, he made a point of running his hand across her bottom, and was sure he didn't imagine her sharp intake of breath at the contact. Grabbing the oil, he made his way back to the cooktop – again running his hand along her bottom as he walked past her – and again hearing a sharp intake of breath from her.

“Cup of tea? Orange juice?” Alex asked Lizzie.

“Um a cup of.. um, I'll have some orange juice.” Lizzie replied, when they made eye contact he could see that she was flustered.

“You okay?” he asked innocently and she nodded.

“Yea.. I'm fine...” she replied, not sounding it, but it wasn't in a bad way.

“Do you want anything else?” he asked, and she shook her head, but a look passed between them that suggested perhaps there WAS something else she needed.

“No, I'm good, thanks,” Lizzie replied smiling at him, appearing a bit more composed.

That was until Alex passed her to get to the fridge, and ran his hand along her ass again. This time there was no denying the intake of breath, and Alex began to think that maybe Victoria had given him some good advice. He poured a glass of juice for both of them, then put the OJ back in the fridge. Rather than walkng past her, this time he stopped beside her at the counter, under the guise of seeing what she was reading. When he placed his hand on her bottom and started gently massage the area, she let out a little whimper... it was one of the sexiest little noises he'd ever heard.

“What are you reading?” he asked and she showed him the store brochure.

“It's really enthralling stuff,” she commented, her voice sounding a little more high pitched than usual. Maybe due to the fact he was still massaging her ass?

“Maybe I can read it when you're finished?” he suggested jokingly and she nodded.

“There is a bit of a waiting list, but I guess it's okay if you sneak in before the next person on the list,” Lizzie replied, her voice sounding husky.

“Thanks for that,” he said sweetly then, not even realising what he was doing, lightly smacked her bottom and went back to the cooktop, but not before he saw her clench her fists together, and heard her let out another little sexy whimper.

After witnessing her reactions to her bottom merely being touched (and lightly smacked), Alex was suddenly very curious to see what her reaction to a proper spanking would be like, and toyed with the idea of doing it right there and then. He decided against it in the end, thinking that perhaps frying whilst spanking wasn't the safest idea, and that a kitchen probably wasn't a very sexy place to be spanked He tried to move the thought to the back of his head and concentrate on cooking... but that thought was never too far away, and it suddenly became hard for him to keep his hands to himself. When Lizzie turned around with her back to the kitchen island, he was quite relieved. There was no way he could touch her bottom if he had no access to it!

He did however have access to her boobs, and because of the teasing way her nipples were pressing against the fabric of the thin t-shirt, there was no way he could resist touching them. Stepping closer to her, he stood in front of her and put his hands on her hips and kissed her. He tried to keep the kiss as passionless as possible, knowing very well that if he kissed her with the hunger he felt, they would end up having very steamy sex, while his house burnt down around them. Finding it harder and harder to control himself, he gave in to temptation and kissed a trail down her neck and over the t-shirt, until his lips came into contact with one of her pointy, hard nipples. He started to suck the nipple through the cotton barrier, and when she groaned loudly, he realised that sucking her nipples was probably the stupidest thing he could do if he wanted to retain control, and not ravage the poor woman.

It was him who groaned next, upon seeing the wet patch of t-shirt, which made her nipple VERY visible to him. He knew he should step away and get back to the bacon, but it would hurt his OCD if she had only ONE wet, see through patch of t-shirt, so risking everything, he moved his mouth to her other nipple, and sucked long and hard. Lizzie moved her hand to the back of his head, as if to hold him in place, and he groaned against her nipple. He knew he was a lost cause. Breaking the contact, Alex coughed and gave her a pained, flustered, desperate look, before moving back to the cooktop to try and concentrate on not completely destroying their breakfast.

But concentrate he could not. Not with her standing there. She wasn't even standing beside him, or really making her presence known. But he KNEW she was there, and couldn't take his mind off the myriad of things he'd love to be doing to her, right there and then in his kitchen. No. They weren't things he would love to be doing to her – they were things he desperately HAD to do to her One thing in particular he badly needed to do. Deciding to let his cock make his decisions, he turned off the cooktop and turned to her.

“There is only one thing I want for breakfast,” he said, as he approached her. She raised an eyebrow at him.

“Oh really?” she asked, innocently.

“Yes. Something I've been wanting to taste for quite some time,” he replied as he pressed up against her, his hands on either side of her on the kitchen island, so she couldn't escape.

“What would that be, Mr Bradshaw?” Lizzie asked, again oh-so innocently. She was so good at pretending to be innocent.

“You know exactly what that would be,” he responded, locking eyes with her and licking his lips.

“No, no clue, sir,” Lizzie replied and shook her head.

“I am going to need to show you, aren't I?” Alex sighed dramatically and Lizzie nodded.
“Oh, you are...” Lizzie responded, the slightest hint of a smirk on her face. Without a further word he put his hands on her hips and lifted her up so she was sitting on the island.

“May I suggest you lie back,” Alex suggested and she did just as he asked.

He could not prevent the groan that escaped from his lips as she slowly let her legs fall open, almost in slow motion. His eyes were glued to her pussy, and almost bugged out of his head as her pussy lips parted, and he could see she was already glistening with wetness. His plan had been to do it slowly, to tease her, to almost make her beg for his tongue, but upon seeing how wet she was, his plan changed dramatically. Leaning down slightly, he inhaled deeply and shuddered as he caught her scent... so womanly, so enticing.

The moment his tongue made contact with her wet folds, Alex KNEW he'd made the right choice. Bacon and eggs were nothing compared to the deliciousness he was currently experiencing. Rather than being slow, and working her gradually toward an orgasm, he found he couldn't control himself, and began to lick her pussy hungrily. He lapped his tongue up and down her pussy, increasing the pressure with each stroke, making sure to focus on her clit when his tongue made contact, before licking back down to her hole. The way she cried out whenever he dipped his tongue inside her hole made his cock twitch and throb. Each time he dipped his tongue back in she was even wetter, and the more he tasted her juices, the more he needed to taste them. He wondered for a vague moment if he'd died and gone to heaven because in that moment, life was pretty much perfect. He'd always loved the taste of a woman but Lizzie was by far his most pleasurable oral experience he had ever had, and he hoped there'd be plenty more to come.

Then he remembered her girlfriend and their committed, long term relationship... and the fact that that wasn't very conducive to him being able to taste her a thousand more times.

He was stirred from his thoughts, by a loud gutteral moan from Lizzie, and the feeling of her fingers linking with his own. He smiled against her pussy, glad that she seemed to be enjoying it as much as he was, and that she wanted the extra contact with him. Soon one of her hands let go of his and she moved it to the back of his head; suddenly his mouth was more firmly against her, and her hips were bucking against his mouth. He wanted to make it a lengthy, pleasurable experience for her, but the more he licked her pussy and tasted her wetness, the more carried away he became and as she began to scream and dig her fingernails into his hand, while pulling at his hair, he realised she was getting very close. Part of him wanted to slow right back down - but he couldn't do that to her – or to himself.

He licked her clit harder and faster, making sure to keep it steady... her screams became louder and more high pitched, when he began to feel her legs closing, he knew she was almost there, so began to lick fasterstill. He was immediately rewarded by her screaming loudly as her orgasm hit, her thighs trying to clamp together, her hips raising up off the island, her hand pushing firmly on the back of his head as her fingernails dug deeply into his arms. When her whole body went limp, he gently kissed her pussy and inner thighs while stroking her hand, which was still in his, then raised his head and looked at her. He smiled and she smiled back; it was a very drunk smile, the type of smile that told him she was orgasmed out and very blissfully happy.

Alex took both of Lizzie's hands in his and pulled her to a sitting position, then putting one arm under her legs and another behind her back, he picked her up and carried her back through to the bedroom. Breakfast could wait, all he wanted to do now was hold this amazing woman in his arms, while she recovered from what had appeared to be a rather intense orgasm. Smiling at her, he then kissed her gently and placed her on the bed, climbing in behind her so she had her back to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and heard her sigh happily, then lay there holding her, smiling to himself... while trying to forget the fact she was actually someone else's, not his.

Lizzie snoozed in his arms for half an hour, but he was much too wired to sleep. Not to mention more than a little horny. His mind kept going back to the brief phone call with Victoria, telling him to spank Lizzie... he had never ever thought about spanking a woman, because it wasn't something that HE was interested in. But when he thought about Lizzie's reactions to his very gentle teasing earlier, it stirred something deep inside him and he felt compelled to follow through and find out just how horny a little spanking could make her. But he had no idea how to really go about it. Spontaneously? Talk to her about it first? How would he know how hard to do it? What if she really didn't like it? What if he did it wrong, somehow?

He heard Lizzie let out a quiet whimper and realised he was rubbing her bottom again. Obviously the spanking thoughts had gone straight to his hand and it seemed she was liking it. Was now the time to test out the spanking theory? At least if she didn't like it, or if it offended her for some reason (though he was pretty sure that wouldn't be the case), she could get up and leave and they wouldn't have had months worth of connection, destroyed. But what if he DID spank her and she decided to leave and it ruined the potential for future months of connection building? It was tough, and wasn't exactly something he could ask anyone for advice about. Except maybe Victoria, but that might be just a little weird... although, she'd been the one who suggested it, so he came to the conclusion that she probably wouldn't mind.

Alex continued rubbing her bottom and Lizzie kept letting out her little whimpers, the sexy little whimpers that caused his cock to stir and his blood to heat up. Finally he lost his restraint and decided he had to do it – he HAD to spank her - he was far too curious to find out how turned on it would make her. Moving back a tiny bit, Alex removed his hand from her ass, and then brought it down gently. Lizzie arched her back and whimpered. Again he moved his hand from her ass, and brought it down, this time not quite as gently. He was rewarded with a loud whimper. The next time, his hand came down harder, and her whimper grew louder... and he found that as she was grew louder, his cock grew harder.

When he brought his hand down on her ass the next time, he did it harder than he'd meant to – but Lizzie let out a loud moan of pleasure – indicating to him that perhaps harder was better. Again his hand came down hard on her ass and her moan was louder, slightly more high pitched, and he noticed that her breathing was coming faster. Lizzie pulled the blankets off her, as if to give Alex easier access to her ass... and oh... how he loved that. He soon learnt that bringing his hand back further meant he could bring it down harder, which resulted in louder moans from her... but it also resulted in a new response – she began bucking her hips.

When he realised how much she was enjoying it he decided to stop worrying about doing it too hard and just followed her cues. When her moans turned to shrieks he knew that he was doing it perfectly and didn't alter the force with which he was spanking her. He made sure his hand was making contact in the same spot each time, stopping after every few contacts to rub her bottom a little. When she started to grind her hips and writhe around he began to miss the red handprint target that had developed on her ass. He had never been witness to anything sexier... the extreme hardeness of his cock was proof of that.

Lizzie unexpectedly turned so she was facing him and then pushed him onto his back. He was worried that she had had enough, but the look in her eyes told him that was not the case. When she climbed on top of him and impaled herself on his cock, he began to understand why she had changed position. If she was on top, she could have him inside her – and he could spank her at the same time.

What a revelation THAT was! The first time he spanked her while he was inside her, he gasped as his cock was clenched with an iron grip. He spanked her again, harder, and the same thing happened, causing him to let out a loud moan of his own. And so it continued, he'd spank, she'd clench and grind, he'd spank, she'd clench and grind, he'd spank, she'd clench and grind, spank, clench and grind, spank, clench and grind. Her pussy was so amazingly wet that it felt like his cock was shrouded in silk. She was so incredibly smooth and he really had never felt anything so... he couldn't even find the word for it.

Alex was not surprised when his orgasm began building up, and was glad that it appeared to be coinciding with hers. After all the work they'd put in, it only seemed fitting for them to cum together. She continued riding him hard, while he spanked her hard, and as her shrieks became increasingly high pitched, he was grunting louder and louder. He felt her pussy starting to tighten so pulled her down hard and felt his cock hit nice and deep. After three thrusts/grinds, they both exploded into orgasm – both loud, both guttural, both going rigid against each other, as their orgasm lasted for what felt like ten minutes.

Then she collapsed against him. They lay breathing heavily, a hot, sweaty mess of naked, sexed out, over-sensitised, post-orgasmic bliss.

Afterward he had no idea how long it took for them to recover enough to talk, and when he tried to think of the space of time immediately post-orgasm, he found he had no recollection... it was as if he had cum so hard that he had blacked out.

Sexy Sunday Scribble

Another Sexy Sunday Scribble for y'all!

I particularly like the lady with the garter & stockings!!!

My Sexy Saturday, week 35

It is My Sexy Saturday time again!  My Sexy Saturday is a blog hop, which allows participants to post 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from one of their own works (published or in progress), to share with other members.

The theme for week 35 is 'Come Undone Sexy', and from the moment I read the theme brief, I KNEW the perfect excerpt to share.  

It is from an unpublished story which is revolves around two men and two women, who are in a polyamorous relationship.  This excerpt focuses on one of the male/female couples - Alex and Lizzie - and the end of what had been a rather innocent night.  Alex had work to do, so Lizzie curled up on a chair in his office and read her book while he worked... before going to get them both a drink and coming back dressed in new, very sexy lingerie.  Alex forgets all about his work and proceeds to eat Lizzie on his desk, before spanking her and taking her against, and then on the desk...

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As Alex's desire grew, so did his need for sex of the not-so-gentle kind.  Although he loved that he was fucking her on his desk, he wasn't able to hit as deep and hard as he wanted – and needed – so moving his hands under her thighs, he lifted her up and walked away from the desk, pressing her up against the wall beside the door. Finally he was able to get the momentum he desired, his cock hitting hard, causing her to cry out with each thrust.  He wasn't concerned he was being too rough, because Lizzie had her fingers fisted in his hair and was tightening her legs around him, as if to pull him even deeper inside.  He kissed and nibbled at her neck before moving onto her lips; the way she was moaning against his mouth spurred him on, and he began to move harder against her.

When Lizzie tugged on his lip as she broke off the kiss, something about the sensation caused him to suddenly start thrusting harder against her, causing him to grunt with the effort.  As the few frames that were hanging on the wall began to rattle, both of them laughed  and he decided that it was probably a good idea to move to a surface where there was less chance of damage. Stepping back from the wall he walked slowly, still kissing her, and headed for his bedroom, figuring there was little chance of anything getting broken in there if he was suddenly overcome again.

That was until he saw the sideboard out of the corner of his eye, and without even thinking about it,  turned and walked toward it. Pausing as he looked at the random knick-knacks and the like sitting on top of the sideboard, Alex shrugged and thought 'fuck it', then, in one fell swoop, pushed the contents onto the floor.  He didn't even cringe as he heard the distinct noise of items breaking as they landed on the floor. Lizzie looked at him with her eyes wide open, shock written all over her face.

“Nothing expensive or important,” Alex reassured her.

“You are crazy,” Lizzie exclaimed.

“For you, yes,” Alex replied, then pressed his mouth against hers, the broken knick-knacks the last thing on either of their minds.

He felt so consumed by his need for Lizzie.  He needed to touch her all over and to be as close as possible to her.  He felt crazed and out of control, but her own need seemed to match his and he knew that he would remember the events of the evening for a very long time to come! When he put his hands on her hips and began to thrust against her again, he felt Lizzie's nails digging into his shoulders, the nails getting deeper and deeper as he moved harder against her. The powerful thrusts caused them both to cry out in pleasure, their cries growing louder and louder, to the point that Alex hoped all the windows were closed.  Or that his neighbours were hard of hearing.

Alex would have loved for the sex to go on for hours, but he was realistic and  knew he had limits.  Limits he was fast reaching.  Lizzie's own appetite seemed to be growing, and he wondered if it was because they were on the sideboard; he knew it was a little kink of hers, and he loved that. He'd always enjoyed having sex in places that weren't a bed, but his ex-girlfriends had seemed to prefer the more vanilla in-a-bed-you-on-top-me-on-bottom variety of sex.  He wasn't some sort of insatiable monster, he enjoyed that type of sex as well... but if it was the only type of sex had, it got to be a bore.  He knew that sex would NEVER be a bore with Lizzie!

When her legs tightened around him again, Alex groaned loudly as her pussy began to clench and release his cock, with that iron grip he had come to love.  He could feel her getting tighter, which was causing extra friction on his cock, and he knew he had gone past his limit and things were about to come to an inevitable, explosive end.  He gripped her hips, fingers digging deeply into her flesh, pulling her as tightly against him as he could, then began to slam harder and harder against her.  Lizzie began shrieking loudly, the shrieks growing higher in pitch with each one.  As his breathing became faster, he could feel an immense throbbing pressure in his cock, and the tension in her pussy became unbearable.  Instinctively his thrusts became more forceful, and moments later, in a case of perfect timing, they both came, fingertips digging into flesh, bodies pressed together, screaming, gasping for breath...

Oh #thefeels

I saw this on Facebook last night and had to share it, because I love it so much!  It reminds me how lucky I am to have found my soulmate!


(Please note: this is by no means an anti-military type of statement from me!)

Sexy Sunday Scribble

What would Sunday be, without the 'Sexy Sunday Scribble'?

Enjoy xx

I love the way he is gripping her ass...

My Sexy Saturday, week 34

Welcome to another edition of My Sexy Saturday!  My Sexy Saturday is a blog hop, which provides writers an opportunity to post 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs of their own work - published or a work in progress - based on a weekly sexy theme.

The theme this week is 'You're Sexy To Me', and my excerpt is from an untitled WIP (I also posted an excerpt from this story for week 32).  It is focused on two characters - Lucas and Jenna - who a few years earlier suffered a second trimester pregnancy loss.  The loss affected both of them, but in different ways.  Lucas became very protective of Jenna, which often came across as him being controlling.  On the day this little scene happens, Jenna went for a coffee with a new friend, India, and didn't tell Lucas, something which made him very unhappy...

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“The way James talks about India, it's obvious how happy they are and what an equal relationship they have, and I am worried that maybe India is going to try to make you see what a controlling ass I am, or that you're going to see them together and realise that you want that for yourself and then it's going to be bye-bye Lucas,” Lucas confessed and Jenna smiled sadly at him as she put her hand on his thigh.

“My love, they have been together all of two minutes.  When we were that new we were exactly the same, but then life happens, Lucas.  Life happens and sometimes it can throw a fuck load of shit your way, and it changes you, it changes your relationship, it changes the dynamics. Plus we have been together over five years now, we are past being 'polite' to each other to keep the other person happy.  So, no, I am not jealous of what they have, I am jealous that they have that new-person feeling, the brand-new-love feeling, but what I have with you is so much more than that, I have a life with you, we are family.  I have been madly in love with you for five years and today when India asked how we got together and I told her how we met I couldn't stop smiling, and even more I couldn't wait to get home to see you, to hug you and kiss you and tell you I love you,” Jenna said, becoming emotional as she tried to explain the depth of her feelings to him.