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Monday, 1 December 2014
The One Lovely Blog Award
I woke up this morning to find that the lovely Rachel Woe has nominated me for the 'One Lovely Blog Award'. I am touched whenever someone thinks enough of my blog and/or writing to nominate me for an award and this one is no different!
The rules for the award are as follows:
You must list the rules to the One Lovely Blog Award
You must thank the person(s) who nominated you and include a link to their blog
You must add seven facts about yourself
You must nominate 15 other bloggers and let them know they have been nominated
You must display the award logo and follow the blogger who nominated you
So here we go...
Rachel! Thank you so much for nominating me! I came across Rachel's blog a couple of months ago when my wife insisted that I simply had to drop what I was doing and read a flash fiction she had found. The story was Rachel's 'En Route' and I was not disappointed! Rachel is very friendly on Twitter and there is always something interesting to read on her blog. She inspired me to start writing flash fiction and while I'm nowhere near as good as her I hope that one day I will come close! Make sure you check out her blog 'Rachel Woe'
Now for the seven facts about me... I hate doing these type of things but here goes!
1. Human Biology was my best subject at high school! It's the only subject I really excelled in and I am still proud for being awarded the prize for top student in the subject!
2. When it comes to snacks I am more of a savoury snacker than a sweet snacker
3. I am slightly (okay, extremely) addicted to buying books from my favourite second hand book store
4. I am 2/3 of the way through my Bachelor of Communication and for some unknown reason am considering beginning degree #2 (Bachelor of Arts majoring in Classical Studies) in 2016
5. When my best friend came to stay with me for 10 days at the end of 2011 I had no idea that by the time she left we would be madly in love
6. I have a pet Axolotl and I am pretty sure he died for a couple of hours in September, but he is very much alive now! I now call him the Zombie-lotl
7. I am allllllll about mint chocolate chip ice cream
And now for my nominations!
Lily Harlem
A Good Woman's Dirty Mind
Donuts and Desires
Christina Harding Erotica
Sheri Savill
Always the Good Girl
Between My Sheets
Rosanna Leo
My Little Vixen
I Married a Sex God
A Little Bit of Naughty
Leann Lane
Dena Celeste
DragonflyLady's Writey Ramblings
Rachel Cray Erotica
The rules for the award are as follows:
You must list the rules to the One Lovely Blog Award
You must thank the person(s) who nominated you and include a link to their blog
You must add seven facts about yourself
You must nominate 15 other bloggers and let them know they have been nominated
You must display the award logo and follow the blogger who nominated you
So here we go...
Rachel! Thank you so much for nominating me! I came across Rachel's blog a couple of months ago when my wife insisted that I simply had to drop what I was doing and read a flash fiction she had found. The story was Rachel's 'En Route' and I was not disappointed! Rachel is very friendly on Twitter and there is always something interesting to read on her blog. She inspired me to start writing flash fiction and while I'm nowhere near as good as her I hope that one day I will come close! Make sure you check out her blog 'Rachel Woe'
Now for the seven facts about me... I hate doing these type of things but here goes!
1. Human Biology was my best subject at high school! It's the only subject I really excelled in and I am still proud for being awarded the prize for top student in the subject!
2. When it comes to snacks I am more of a savoury snacker than a sweet snacker
3. I am slightly (okay, extremely) addicted to buying books from my favourite second hand book store
4. I am 2/3 of the way through my Bachelor of Communication and for some unknown reason am considering beginning degree #2 (Bachelor of Arts majoring in Classical Studies) in 2016
5. When my best friend came to stay with me for 10 days at the end of 2011 I had no idea that by the time she left we would be madly in love
6. I have a pet Axolotl and I am pretty sure he died for a couple of hours in September, but he is very much alive now! I now call him the Zombie-lotl
7. I am allllllll about mint chocolate chip ice cream
And now for my nominations!
Lily Harlem
A Good Woman's Dirty Mind
Donuts and Desires
Christina Harding Erotica
Sheri Savill
Always the Good Girl
Between My Sheets
Rosanna Leo
My Little Vixen
I Married a Sex God
A Little Bit of Naughty
Leann Lane
Dena Celeste
DragonflyLady's Writey Ramblings
Rachel Cray Erotica
Saturday, 22 November 2014
Virginity - and why I am nervous for our kids
I am nervous for our children... and that doesn't just come from being a mum with an anxiety disorder.
The teenage years are horrible. I remember them well and I know everyone reading this will remember them well. The hormones, the pressure, the angst, the need for independence and not feeling as if you are getting enough, the decisions that you need to make about life (seriously, WHY are we expecting 17 year olds to know what they want to do with the rest of their life?!), and then there is everything sex related, but particularly the losing of one's virginity.
I remember being a teenager and the huge deal that was made about losing the 'big V'. Parents and teachers were slamming home the point that you should wait until you are properly ready and that you lose it under the right circumstances. Friends and peers brag about losing their virginity, about how awesome sex is, about what positions they've done it in, about how many people they have had sex with. There is so much pressure from both sides - some of it intentional and some of it unintentional - and it makes for a hellishly confusing time.
I lost my virginity faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar too early. Years too early. So early that I am now ashamed about it, particularly about the way I lost it and who it was with. The thought of any of our kids losing their virginity so young and in such a way fills me with dread. I'm probably bloody lucky I was at boarding school when it happened to me and I didn't have to physically look at my parents when they found out about it.
But you know what? In one way I am... I'm not sure that 'glad' is the right word, but because I can't think of another word, let's go with glad. The one way I am glad that I lost my virginity so young is that I didn't have to put up with the pressure from either side. When the rest of my friends and peers were going through the inner turmoil of should-I-or-shouldn't-I, I didn't have that worry. I had lost it, that big, enormous, momentous, life-changing moment had been and gone (I might add that after I lost my virginity I didn't have sex for another four years).
I wish such a huge deal wasn't made about it, that teenagers and young adults could be given the tools required to make an informed decision for themselves (I know this is idealistic, not every teen or young adult has the mental capacity to do this!), without being told by x, y, and z, that a, b, or c was the right thing to do.
Having the benefit of hindsight (I know, old person saying...) I can see that too much emphasis is placed on the wrong aspects of losing your virginity. It all seems to be about 'do have sex' or 'don't have sex' and then about age. Teenagers are told 'DON'T HAVE SEX!' but they aren't told why. They aren't given a chance for real dialogue about it (*I say this in a general sense, I know there ARE plenty of adults out there who have great dialogue re sex with their teens). People seem to focus on the physical reasons to abstain, especially with regard to pregnancy and STI transmission, but it needs to go a lot further. The mental side of things, the emotional side, the spiritual side.
But then the same can be said for the peer pressure side of things. 'It feels so good' yeah, true, it can feel good, but it can also be uncomfortable as well as opening up a new world of insecurities. I didn't orgasm, I must be broken. He/she didn't cum, I must be doing something wrong. Sex doesn't feel good, there must be something wrong with me.
There is stigma attached to losing virginity too young or in the wrong circumstances, but there is also a stigma attatched to not losing one's virginity young enough. It is like if you have lost your virginity by the time you are 15 you are automatically a 'slut', if you haven't lost your virginity by the time you are 20 you are 'frigid' or there is obviously something wrong with you.
It's a complete and utter contradiction. What is so wrong with someone not losing their virginity until they are 20? 30? 40? Older? Why should it bother me if Jane Bloggs down the road didn't lose her virginity until she was 25?
Why can't people just accept that the decision to lose your virginity should be a private one, one that is made when each individual feels the time is right? We (when I say we, I mean we as a society) can give teenagers and young people tools to help them with that decision, we should be available for them to talk to about it if they want, we should be there to guide them if and when they want our guidance. On the flip side, we should accept that not everyone is ready to lose their virginity in their teens and that some people may have no interest in losing it at all.
Virginity is a big deal - but it should be a big deal on an individual level - not a societal level. I wish our four children could grow up in a society where virginity is what it is - having sex for the first time - and that the pressure so commonly associated with it, whether from the 'don't do it' or 'do it now!' camp, didn't exist. Losing your virginity should most be seen as special and I am by no means saying people should lose their virginity when they are too young mentally, emotionally and physically to cope with it.
I guess when I think about our children, I want them to not feel pressured to lose their virginity, but I also don't want them thinking sex is evil or a 'bad' thing to do. I want them to be able to talk with us when they have questions or feel confused or just need a sounding board, and that, between my wife and I, we can give them the ability to make an informed decision and lose their virginity when the time is right for them, not when society thinks it is right for them.
The teenage years are horrible. I remember them well and I know everyone reading this will remember them well. The hormones, the pressure, the angst, the need for independence and not feeling as if you are getting enough, the decisions that you need to make about life (seriously, WHY are we expecting 17 year olds to know what they want to do with the rest of their life?!), and then there is everything sex related, but particularly the losing of one's virginity.
I remember being a teenager and the huge deal that was made about losing the 'big V'. Parents and teachers were slamming home the point that you should wait until you are properly ready and that you lose it under the right circumstances. Friends and peers brag about losing their virginity, about how awesome sex is, about what positions they've done it in, about how many people they have had sex with. There is so much pressure from both sides - some of it intentional and some of it unintentional - and it makes for a hellishly confusing time.
I lost my virginity faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar too early. Years too early. So early that I am now ashamed about it, particularly about the way I lost it and who it was with. The thought of any of our kids losing their virginity so young and in such a way fills me with dread. I'm probably bloody lucky I was at boarding school when it happened to me and I didn't have to physically look at my parents when they found out about it.
But you know what? In one way I am... I'm not sure that 'glad' is the right word, but because I can't think of another word, let's go with glad. The one way I am glad that I lost my virginity so young is that I didn't have to put up with the pressure from either side. When the rest of my friends and peers were going through the inner turmoil of should-I-or-shouldn't-I, I didn't have that worry. I had lost it, that big, enormous, momentous, life-changing moment had been and gone (I might add that after I lost my virginity I didn't have sex for another four years).
I wish such a huge deal wasn't made about it, that teenagers and young adults could be given the tools required to make an informed decision for themselves (I know this is idealistic, not every teen or young adult has the mental capacity to do this!), without being told by x, y, and z, that a, b, or c was the right thing to do.
Having the benefit of hindsight (I know, old person saying...) I can see that too much emphasis is placed on the wrong aspects of losing your virginity. It all seems to be about 'do have sex' or 'don't have sex' and then about age. Teenagers are told 'DON'T HAVE SEX!' but they aren't told why. They aren't given a chance for real dialogue about it (*I say this in a general sense, I know there ARE plenty of adults out there who have great dialogue re sex with their teens). People seem to focus on the physical reasons to abstain, especially with regard to pregnancy and STI transmission, but it needs to go a lot further. The mental side of things, the emotional side, the spiritual side.
But then the same can be said for the peer pressure side of things. 'It feels so good' yeah, true, it can feel good, but it can also be uncomfortable as well as opening up a new world of insecurities. I didn't orgasm, I must be broken. He/she didn't cum, I must be doing something wrong. Sex doesn't feel good, there must be something wrong with me.
There is stigma attached to losing virginity too young or in the wrong circumstances, but there is also a stigma attatched to not losing one's virginity young enough. It is like if you have lost your virginity by the time you are 15 you are automatically a 'slut', if you haven't lost your virginity by the time you are 20 you are 'frigid' or there is obviously something wrong with you.
It's a complete and utter contradiction. What is so wrong with someone not losing their virginity until they are 20? 30? 40? Older? Why should it bother me if Jane Bloggs down the road didn't lose her virginity until she was 25?
Why can't people just accept that the decision to lose your virginity should be a private one, one that is made when each individual feels the time is right? We (when I say we, I mean we as a society) can give teenagers and young people tools to help them with that decision, we should be available for them to talk to about it if they want, we should be there to guide them if and when they want our guidance. On the flip side, we should accept that not everyone is ready to lose their virginity in their teens and that some people may have no interest in losing it at all.
Virginity is a big deal - but it should be a big deal on an individual level - not a societal level. I wish our four children could grow up in a society where virginity is what it is - having sex for the first time - and that the pressure so commonly associated with it, whether from the 'don't do it' or 'do it now!' camp, didn't exist. Losing your virginity should most be seen as special and I am by no means saying people should lose their virginity when they are too young mentally, emotionally and physically to cope with it.
I guess when I think about our children, I want them to not feel pressured to lose their virginity, but I also don't want them thinking sex is evil or a 'bad' thing to do. I want them to be able to talk with us when they have questions or feel confused or just need a sounding board, and that, between my wife and I, we can give them the ability to make an informed decision and lose their virginity when the time is right for them, not when society thinks it is right for them.
Friday, 14 November 2014
Late night masturbation... that leads to so much more
Well, my exams are all done for the year! Now it's just the long wait to see if I have passed all my papers so I can plan what will hopefully be the final year of my degree... we should just ignore the fact I am already considering degree #2 or some postgrad work.
While studying for my last exam I got a little inspired and sidetracked and wrote a little something which I will probably include in the (novel length) story I am writing at the moment, about Lanie and her polyamorous relationship with twin brothers Blake and Logan. The story is still in its early days but I am enjoying writing it!
I haven't posted anything for a few days so I wanted to share the little snippet that kept me from my exam study.... Enjoy!
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While studying for my last exam I got a little inspired and sidetracked and wrote a little something which I will probably include in the (novel length) story I am writing at the moment, about Lanie and her polyamorous relationship with twin brothers Blake and Logan. The story is still in its early days but I am enjoying writing it!
I haven't posted anything for a few days so I wanted to share the little snippet that kept me from my exam study.... Enjoy!
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It was 3am. After
sleeping for maybe two hours at the most, Lanie was awake again and
struggling to get back to sleep. She had tried counting sheep, she
had tried a special muscle relaxation technique Blake swore by, she
had tried shutting off her brain, she had even tried reading on her
eReader but it was all to no avail; she was wide awake and
frustrated.
As far as she was
concerned there was only one thing left to try. Masturbation. Logan
had a big week at work so waking him up for a little sexual relief
wasn't an option, she would just have to get the dirty thoughts
flowing and use her fingers to send her to sleep.
Dirty thoughts or
perhaps some on-mute porn on her cellphone. Yes, that seemed easier.
Picking her phone up from beside the bed she turned it to silent and
flicked to the bookmarks screen, tapping on the icon for her go-to
porn website.
But what was she in the
mood for? Lesbian? Threesomes? Gang bangs? Oral? Spanking? Who
the hell was she kidding in pretending to consider other categories
of porn? As usual she went straight to the 'anal' category and began
scrolling through for a thumbnail that appealed. She found one and
was about to tap 'play' when she realised she would need a
particularly intense orgasm to send her to the land of nod. Taking
this into consideration, Lanie reached over and took her bullet
vibrator from the nightstand.
Logan didn't stir as
she did this and when she placed it against her clit then rolled onto
her tummy and turned it on he remained completely oblivious. She was
glad he was such a sound sleeper.
Her clit was already
beginning to tingle and when she finally started the video the tingle
turned into a dull throb. She skipped through the boring stuff and
resumed the video when the two characters were naked. Lanie began to
circle her hips in loose movements, the friction provided by the
mattress beneath her adding to the thrumming vibrations of the bullet
against her clitoris.
On screen the man was
now pressing the tip of his cock against the woman's asshole and
Lanie instinctively began pressing her hips more firmly against the
mattress, in need of the added stimulation.
Lanie groaned
internally as the man pushed inside the woman's ass. Lanie could
feel her pussy getting wetter as she move her hips in tighter circles
and opened her legs slightly, just enough to stretch her hole but not
so much the bullet slipped out from between her labia. That was the
last thing she needed!
On screen the couple
were picking up the pace. Lanie's pussy was starting to feel hot and
swollen while her clitoris was pulsating and sending shocks of
pleasure through her body.
Lanie's toes began to
curl as she felt her arousal moving on to a new phase – the
pre-orgasm stage - when the pleasure became close to oberwhelming.
She gripped the top of the mattress with her spare hand and tired to
control her breathing knowing that if she could manage to stay silent
the orgasm would be even more intense.
Her abdomen, hips and
thighs were all rigid, providing more resistatnce against the
mattress and therefore increasing the friction on her clit. How she
wished she could scream!
Lanie almost screamed
with shock when Logan suddenly moved on top of her. She had been so
caught up in the video and the pleasure coursing through her she
hadn't been aware of Logan waking up. Lanie moved to turn the video
off but before she could Logan stopped her.
“Keep watching it,”
he whispered into her ear.
Lanie whimpered an 'uh
huh' in response and did as she was told. Logan got onto his knees
and when she heard a lid being popped open she almost came from the
anticipation alone. He was lubing up, which only meant one thing.
A finger ran down
between her ass cheeks and when she felt that finger gently massaging
her tight hole she groaned loudly, tilting her hips backward so he
could use more pressure.
The tip of his lubed
finger slowly pressed inside her hole, the tight muscles stretching
to accommodate the finger and making her want more. Seven inches
more.
Her breaths were coming
in pants and when she finally felt the rounded tip of his cock
against her asshole she gripped onto the bottom sheet and cried out
loudly.
Logan's thick length
felt divine as it slowly worked its way deeper into her and she had
to resist the urge to get on all fours, knowing she would be rewarded
with a killer orgasm if she kept as much friction on her clit as
possible,
She couldn't really
focus on the porn video, her eyesight was going blurry and her eyes
kept rolling back in her head. Every stroke of Logan's cock was
bringing her closer to the edge and as he started to move harder she
dropped her phone and pressed her hands against the headboard.
The resistance allowed
Logan to hit deeper and harder but it also allowed her to grind her
hips more effectively against the mattress. Every muscle in her body
began to tighten as her orgasm started to build. Any intention of a
silent orgasm flew out the window and as she began crying out louder
and louder, she had to brace her self for what was fast approaching.
Her pussy was sopping,
her clit was aching, the feeling of fullness in her ass was only
increasing with each stroke. She felt the very first orgasmic spasm
in her clit and then screamed and writhed around beneath Logan as the
full brunt of her orgasm struck.
She could feel it in
her cunt and in her ass, she could feel it everywhere and it came
wave after relentless wave until finally her body went still and the
tension of orgasm was replaced by a soft, floaty feeling, a feeling
of no longer being in her own body... just drifting.
When Logan pulled out
of her she realised he had also cum. She had been so caught up in
her own orgasm she had completely missed the chance to experience the
feeling of Logan releasing his load into her.
She tried to form
words, to tell him she loved him, that he had melted her brain, that
she loved feeling him pressed against her like that, but all that
came out was an incoherent mumble as sleep finally consumed her.
Monday, 10 November 2014
My Sexy Saturday, week 67
Welcome to week 67 of My Sexy Saturday, a blog hop giving writers of erotica an opportunity to share 7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs of their work.
Each week is based on a different theme and this week it is 'A Sexy First'. For my contribution I have decided to share James and India's first time having sex in their new house...
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Each week is based on a different theme and this week it is 'A Sexy First'. For my contribution I have decided to share James and India's first time having sex in their new house...
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When she came out a
minute later James lost any ability to control himself. He had been
expecting something fancy, lace, satin, bows, maybe stockings and
heels to finish off the delectable ensemble. He was very wrong
though. The third item of lingerie was a sheer long sleeve black
babydoll which didn't have straps or lacy cups to hide her boobs,
instead it had a single ribbon which tied just below her breasts.
Her nipples were easily seen through the sheer fabric, hard and
pointy, just calling to be licked, sucked, rubbed, tweaked and
squeezed. In comparison to the other two pieces of lingerie it was
relatively plain, but bloody hell it got his blood pumping - straight
to his cock.
He tore his eyes from
the heart attack inducing sight and as he watched India walking
toward him he was afraid he might cum before she even reached the
bed. Her boobs were jiggling slightly and had a hypnotic effect on
him; as if on autopilot he pulled the blankets off him, exposing his
cock to his very impressed looking audience of one. It was hard to
breathe when India carefully straddled him at the hips and he feared
he may pass out from a lack of oxygen. The raging throb in his cock
increased as he felt India's pussy graze against the tip of his cock
and though it (literally) pained him to do so he stopped himself from
pulling her down on him, taking time to kiss the sexy woman perched
on his cock.
India moaned against
his mouth as they began kissing and he was glad she was as turned on
as he was, it would have been a shame if he came after a minute or
two and she wasn't even close to reaching her peak. Aware he
wouldn't be able to maintain his restraint for much longer James
broke off the kiss and pulled her forward, capturing one very hard
nipple between his lips. India cried out in anguish as he gently
sucked on and then licked her nipple, the layer of sheer fabric
between his tongue and her nipple obviously providing a little added
friction against her nipple.
The weight of her
breast against his mouth had the effect it always did, a wild hunger
began rising up inside him. He began to suck her nipple harder and
harder, his fingers digging into her hips, his own hips instinctively
arching upward, as if his cock was trying to find her wet, tight
opening all by itself. He needed her pussy, he needed her wetness,
her swollen warmth and it was with a flustered groan he quickly
switched nipples, wanting to hold out as long as he could before
finally pulling her down around him. He was losing the battle and
began pulling at the other nipple while sucking extremely hard on the
one in his mouth until – without realising – he was biting it.
India was moaning and
crying out in pleasure as he tortured and tormented her nipple and he
could feel her body trembling beneath his touch. James managed to
remove his hand from India's other nipple and moved it between them
so he could undo the bow which held the babydoll together below her
breasts. He moved the fabric apart and groaned with delight as he
finally felt her bare nipple against his tongue.
At the same time India
slid down his cock, her pussy juices coated his hardness and almost
instantly the hot, slick wetness caused a deep, almost painful throb
in his cock. He tried to keep it at bay but India began moving her
hips hard and fast against him and he knew he was fighting a losing
battle. He pulled her down tightly at the hips and started to almost
growl as he felt his orgasm building. India had already started
screaming and in a case of deliciously perfectly timing they came
together
Loud groans and screams
filled their room as he pulled her down and pushed into her so hard
she wasn't able to move her hips. Her pussy was tightly strangling
his cock and each tight contraction around him prolonged his orgasm.
Wave after wave they rode until finally their orgasms subsided.
Tuesday, 4 November 2014
Lanie wants a spanking *flash fiction*
I was studying for an exam yesterday and surprisingly found myself inspired. A spanking scene was brewing in my head and it just HAD to be written!
Just how cramming for my Editing & Publishing exam left to me feeling quite so inspired I really don't know! It was a very good way to relax though... the best exam prep ever!
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Just how cramming for my Editing & Publishing exam left to me feeling quite so inspired I really don't know! It was a very good way to relax though... the best exam prep ever!
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“You're very
distracting, you know that?” Logan tried his hardest to sound
annoyed but they both knew he was enjoying the distraction provided
by his girlfriend modelling her latest purchase.
“Don't you like my
dress?” Lanie did a good job of sounding innocent as she pouted at
him in that sexy way of hers.
“I hope I will look
the part at this awards show,” Lanie sighed and Logan could tell
she wasn't faking the concern in her voice.
“Looking the part?”
Logan smirked and then stood up from where he was seated at the
kitchen table, ignoring the paperwork he had brought home to do. “You
are going to be the most beautiful woman there,” he reassured her
and wasn't lying when he added, “every other woman will pale in
comparison to you.”
“You're just saying
that because you have to.” Lanie rolled her eyes at him.
He wasn't just saying
it. The emerald green dress she wore looked as if it had been custom
made for her. It had a plunging neckline that stopped one millimeter
short of being too risqué and managed to look classy instead, and
the way the fabric skimmed over her hips and waist was extremely
alluring. Her already perfect-in-his-eyes hourglass figure was
somehow even more breathtaking than usual and the longer he took in
those curves he loved so dearly, the harder it became to concentrate
on anything.
It didn't help that the
blood flow to his brain seemed to have been diverted to his cock,
which was fast waking up and standing to attention.
“If I didn't like
your dress, would I be in this state right now?” he asked,
motioning toward the growing tent in his pants. Lanie flashed him a
sexy smile and he approached her, stopping when he was close enough
to put his hands on her hips.
“You haven't seen the
back view yet,” Lanie reminded him and slowly turned around.
Logan forgot to breathe
as he took in the sight. Her ass. Holy fucking hell. He had been
hard before she'd turned around but his cock was now rock solid...
and his palm had started to itch.
Logan didn't give her a
chance to turn back around and, with his hands on her hips, directed
her across the room to the counter that separated the dining room
from the kitchen. Lanie placed her hands on the countertop and stuck
her ass out. Oh yes, she knew him so well.
Logan rubbed his hand
slowly over her ass, his cock twitching excitedly as his fingers
followed the curve around. He stopped when he heard a whimper from
Lanie. Not wanting to risk ruining what was clearly a very expensive
dress, Logan unzipped the gown and helped her out of it then placed
it on the counter beside them.
She had no panties on
and when Logan ran his hand down the curve of her ass again Lanie
whimpered again and tilted her hips back. He heard her breath hitch
as he broke the contact between her skin and his hand and as he
brought the hand down on her ass she let out a loud moan of either
pleasure or relief. Maybe it was both.
Exactly how long had
she been craving a good spanking?
Logan knew how she
liked to be spanked and wasted no time in bringing his hand down on
her ass again, and again, and again. Lanie's moans and cries were
loud from the start and something about the volume spurred him on.
Over and over his hand
came down on her ass, the blotchy red handprint quickly developed
into a redder and more defined shape with each blow of his hand
against the tender flesh. Lanie was moving her hips in circular
motions and when he stopped after every few blows to rub his hand
gently over the reddening handprint, he had to resist the urge to
drop his pants, step in behind her and feel the undulations of her
hips with his cock buried deep inside her pussy.
“Harder,” Lanie
begged breathlessly and Logan immediately did as she asked.
Her cries and moans
became louder, the motion of her hips tightened and sped up, and he
could see wetness beginning to coat her inner thighs. The scent of
her sex was faint but intoxicating and his cock was now uncomfortably
hard.
Knowing from the noises
she was making that they had reached the stage where she would no
longer feel pain, Logan began spanking her with more force. Lanie's
moans became screams and she began gripping the counter so hard her
knuckles went white. His palm was stinging, her ass was a flaming
red colour and the heat radiating off it was unbelievable.
Lanie started to
tremble and Logan knew she was close to the edge. His own limit was
also perilously close and without thinking about it he pulled his
pants and boxers down with one hand while spanking her with the
other. With his cock free, he put one hand on her hips and with the
other guided his cock to her hole.
When he was lined up he
moved his other hand to her hips and pulled her back against him as
he thrust forward, impaling her on his cock. Both of them made
strangled screams of pleasure as he filled her swollen cunt. Their
instincts took over and as he slammed in and out of her, hard and
fast, Lanie pressed back into him allowing him to hit as deeply as
possible.
His orgasm had started
to build the moment he felt her drenched heat on the tip of his cock
and after only ten forceful, deep thrusts he could feel his body
tensing in anticipation. Lanie's pussy had an iron-like grip on his
cock and at the exact moment his orgasm erupted, he felt her come
undone around him as her orgasm struck.
She pushed back, he
pushed forward and held tightly to her hips. Their screams and
groans were loud, hers high pitched, his deep and guttural; wave
after wave they rode together, until the tension dissolved from their
bodies and they collapsed into a sweaty, comatose heap on the floor.
Sunday, 2 November 2014
My Sexy Saturday, week 66
Welcome to week 66 of My Sexy Saturday, a blog hop which gives writers of erotica a chance to share 7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs from a published work or work in progress. Each week there is a special, sexy theme and this week the theme is 'A Sexy Date Night'.
When looking for a suitable excerpt I realised my characters don't go on nearly enough dates so that is something I plan to rectify in the very near future!
The excerpt I finally decided on is from one of my earliest works and is one that will likely go unread by everyone except my wife! The couple on a sexy date in this story are Elle and Carter. Elle is pregnant and they have spent the day at the mall shopping for baby stuff. They have some time to kill before joining her parents for dinner so decide to go on a spontaneous movie date... giving the pregnant (and very horny) Elle a chance to live out one of her naughtiest fantasies. Sex in a cinema.
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When looking for a suitable excerpt I realised my characters don't go on nearly enough dates so that is something I plan to rectify in the very near future!
The excerpt I finally decided on is from one of my earliest works and is one that will likely go unread by everyone except my wife! The couple on a sexy date in this story are Elle and Carter. Elle is pregnant and they have spent the day at the mall shopping for baby stuff. They have some time to kill before joining her parents for dinner so decide to go on a spontaneous movie date... giving the pregnant (and very horny) Elle a chance to live out one of her naughtiest fantasies. Sex in a cinema.
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“You're
evil,” Carter's voice came as a flustered whisper.
“I have no idea why you would say that, sweet, dear, gorgeous, utterly fuckable fiance of mine...” Elle managed to feign innocence just seconds before squeezing his cock again, causing him to bite back a groan.
“I have no idea why you would say that, sweet, dear, gorgeous, utterly fuckable fiance of mine...” Elle managed to feign innocence just seconds before squeezing his cock again, causing him to bite back a groan.
“You
do realise we're in public, right?” he asked and Elle nodded,
giving him a wry little smile.
“Yes,
I realise that we are in public and that my hand is wrapped around
your deliciously hard cock,” she replied sweetly, squeezing him
even harder which caused him to dig his fingers into the armrests of the
cinema seat.
“Bub, we shouldn't do this,” his voice an odd mix of panic and excitement. She squeezed him again, this time harder.
“Bub, we shouldn't do this,” his voice an odd mix of panic and excitement. She squeezed him again, this time harder.
“Oh,
I know we shouldn't be, but surely you know by now that in my
delicate state I am prone to libido swings and you wouldn't want to
upset your pregnant fiancée by turning down her sexual advances,
would you?” Elle replied in a very serious tone of voice and when
he bit her neck in response she knew she had won.
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