Lanie wants a spanking *flash fiction*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Exactly how long had she been craving a good spanking?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Is it BDSM or is it abuse?

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Spanking... for the fun of it

Everything I read about spanking, seems to be heavily linked to a BDSM lifestyle.  Whether it is an informative article, or in a story, it always seems to connect back to BDSM, with the spanking being about control and punishment. I'm not stupid, nor am I naive, I KNOW that spanking does fall into the category of BDSM.  I know a lot of dominants enjoy spanking their subs, I know that a lot of subs enjoy being spanked... and all the more power to them!!!

I'm not here to 'bash' the BDSM lifestyle, because there are aspects of it which fascinate me!  It's not a lifestyle I wish to lead, but I know plenty of couples who do, and every single one of them seem to have amazingly strong relationships... which is more than I can say about some of the 'vanilla' couples I know!  Who gives a fuck what other people do in their private life?

But you know what?  Doms and subs, BDSM aside, some of us enjoy spanking our better half simply because THEY ENJOY IT.

Yes.  You heard it.  Sometimes a person just wants to be spanked for the pure pleasure of it.  They don't want it to be a 'punishment', they don't want to feel at the mercy of the spanker, they don't need to be taught a lesson, they don't want to be controlled, they don't want to test their limit to see how much they can take; they want to be spanked because it feels good, because it turns them on, because it's a way of expressing their love.  Please note, I'm not saying none of those reasons are applicable when it comes to spanking as part of the BDSM lifestyle!

It wasn't that long into our relationship that my wife first mentioned the idea of being spanked was something that turned her on.  To start with it confused me a little, I couldn't understand why the thought of having pain inflicted would be a turn on for her, but when we spoke about it more, I realised it was similar to my desire to be tied up and teased to within an inch of my life. 

 When we finally got around to trying it, I was quite nervous.  I didn't want to hurt her, I didn't want the experience to be a bad one for her... but I needn't have worried.  With that very first palm/ass contact I realised  the experience was causing nothing but pleasure or her.  She got hornier than I had ever seen her get, and it happened a lot faster than I was used to.  It was obvious to me she was loving it.  I knew there was an element of pain to it - my palm was red and tingly, she had a bright red handprint on her ass - but with the moans and cries coming from her there was no denying she was enjoying herself!

I wouldn't say spanking has become an every day part of our relationship, but it is something I enjoy doing to her, PURELY because of how much enjoyment she gets out of it.  There isn't the slightest element of domination to it for me, there isn't the slightest element of submission in it for her.  We have spoken about it in depth, the reasons she enjoys it, the reasons I enjoy doing it to her... and have come up with the conclusion it is one of our special little kinks.  Something we do for the fun of it, for the pleasure, the enjoyment... the amazing foreplay qualities!

I know that we aren't the only couple out there who enjoy spanking, without BDSM coming into it.  I do feel like we are in a minority though!  Everything I have read about spanking, focuses on it being an aspect of the BDSM lifestyle... but for some of us, we just like the feel of a hot tingly palm, and the sight of our better half with a rosy red handprint on their ass.

There is more to lesbian sex than strap-ons!

Since I announced oh-so-happily that I was in a relationship with (and am now married to) a woman, I cannot tell you the amount of times a discussion about sex or sexuality has led to me being asked (sometimes shyly, sometimes very curiously, always assumptively) "How many strap-ons do you own?"

The simple answer?  None.

Am I against strap-ons?  No!  I think they are a very awesome invention, and completely understand why some people (men, women, gay, straight, everything in between) rave about them; they are just something my wife and I have never felt the need to experiment with in the bedroom... or anywhere else!

Personally, I think part of the reason people presume strap-ons play a part in the sex life of all women who are in a same sex relationship, is because most people associate sex with penetration of the vagina - generally by a phallus - therefore, two women can't have sex unless there is an artificial penis involved. Right?

Wrong.

I prefer to define sex as being one person giving another person sexual pleasure, whether it is through penetrative penis-in-vagina sex, oral sex, anal sex, the use of hands, the use of fingers, the use of the mouth and tongue, the use of sex toys... anything that gives pleasure, really. 

So, if we aren't spending every second of our private time wandering around wearing a strap-on so we are prepared for sex when the mood strikes, how exactly do we have sex?


Naturally there is a strong element of foreplay - but I think that should be part of sex regardless of how and who you have sex with!  It makes sex all the more exciting and explosive, and there is something special about the intimacy that comes with foreplay!  Kissing, touching and teasing is all part of the build up, and I guess for those of us who DON'T have penis-in-vagina sex, the transition from foreplay to sex isn't quite as defined or obvious.

Getting down to 'business', our mood really dictates exactly how we have sex.  That is something I love about being married to a woman, neither of us view any form of sexual activity as being the 'proper' or 'real' way to have sex.  I am not saying that all male/female relationships are like that either, but I know from my own experiences having sex with men, that penetrative sex is what is considered 'proper'/'real'.  I don't think it's a conscious belief either, it's just how we are programmed!  
Like I said, our mood dictates how we have sex.  Both of us have particular 'skills' when it comes to pleasuring the other person.  My wife is A-MAZ-ING when it comes to using her fingers... seriously, she puts me into an almost coma-like state by the time she is finished with me!  I need a lot of clitoral stimulation, so most of the time what she does is external... not to say I don't love the internal stimulation as well!

I, on the other hand, seem to have 'mad skills' (as she puts it) in the oral sex department.  I enjoy listening to her getting closer and closer to orgasm, I love hearing the moans and cries, the gasps when I do something that feels particularly good.  It might sound silly, but having always suffered from low-self esteem, I get a surprising boost when I bring her to orgasm and know that I have made her feel amazing... it's like FINALLY I'm good at something!

I know I mentioned that sex doesn't necessarily mean vaginal penetration, but I am in no way denying that penetration feels FABULOUS.  We have a lovely little collection of toys, including vibrators.  Regardless of how broad the definition of sex is, I can't pretend that there are times that I don't want the extra stimulation that can only be provided by vaginal penetration... sometimes you NEED that pounding, the internal friction, the sensation of all those little hot spots deep inside being triggered.

I tend to roll my eyes when I hear a comment along the lines of 'if lesbians don't have sex with men, why do they use vibrators'.  I think in most cases, a vibrator (or dildo) is used because it FEELS GOOD, and not because it is a latex/glass/silicone/wooden representation of a penis.  The penis aspect isn't what makes someone want to use a vibrator/dildo... it is the pleasure it can provide.  I love that the newer lines of vibrators and dildos coming out aren't all created to look like a penis.  I think it's a step in the right direction as far as acknowledging sex isn't just penis-in-vagina.

I think part of why we haven't entertained the idea of adding a strap-on to our collection, is related to the fact that FOR US, we both feel like sex is something that should be equal.  Neither of us like the idea of there being a dominant and a submissive; I guess that FOR US the use of a strap-on equates to someone taking on a dominant role in the bedroom.

**** I want to clarify that while the dominant/submissive roles aren't part of our relationship, I acknowledge and very willingly accept that for some people it is a large part of their relationship, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.  It just isn't for us.

(Well.  Most of the time.  I do enjoy being tied up and teased... and she does enjoy being spanked... but that's a whole other post, for a whole other day)

I was planning to discuss one of our favourite sex toys - one which may surprise you - but this post has gone in a completely different direction than I was planning, and I will leave THAT little discussion for another blog post, a bit later in the week!

Introducing you to 'Zoe: Spanked'

After the success of my first short-story on Smashwords, today I got around to posting the second story in the 'Georgia & Zoe' series.

The new story is called 'Zoe: Spanked', and as the title suggests, in this story Zoe gets spanked!  This story happens a bit later than the 'Georgia: Restrained' story, taking place the morning after their wedding!  Short-story short, Georgia wakes up, Zoe is asleep, Georgia decides to give her the spanking of her life!  And she does.

I plan to write more in the 'Georgia & Zoe' series, as you will see when you read the story, I leave it open to tell the story of how Georgia met Zoe... and this will indeed be the focus of my next story.

Because I have made it available on Smashwords, I won't add a link for a PDF of the story, but you CAN download the story from the Smashwords website (free) by clicking this link!

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Zoe: Spanked

When Georgia awoke in the morning, it took her a few moments to stop feeling disorientated and to remember where she was and WHY she was there. Thinking about the wedding the day beforehand, Georgia couldn't help but smile. Glancing across at her wife, Zoe, she was torn between waking her up and and letting her sleep, because, admittedly, the day beforehand had been exhausting.

Deciding that the latter was probably the kinder thing to do, Georgia lay quietly and reflected on their wedding. It had been perfect and Georgia smiled as she thought about how happy their families and friends had been for them. It had been amazing to be able to share their special day with those nearest and dearest to them. She knew they were incredibly lucky, not just that they had had so many people who wanted to share their wedding day with them, but because they were ABLE to get married, in general.

It didn't take long until Georgia's thoughts drifted to what had happened AFTER the wedding, namely getting to the hotel, seeing that four poster bed, and remembering the scarves in their luggage. She had quickly realised Zoe had something very naughty in store for her and, at the time, had been overcome by the vivid memories of being restrained by Zoe on different occasions. The simple act of remembering the way it felt to be tied up, to be teased until she felt she was going to die if Zoe didn't make her cum, was enough to make her extremely horny. It went without saying the rest of their wedding day was spent in orgasmic bliss. She could still feel the tension in her arms and legs, which came with being tied up, and only wished she had been able to spank Zoe before they had both fallen asleep.

As she relived the teasing and pleasing of the previous day, a little idea formed in Georgia's head and she smirked to herself. It was mean, but it had to be done. Checking again that Zoe was still asleep, Georgia carefully made her way out of the bed and found two of the scarves that Zoe had used the day beforehand. She tiptoed back to bed and climbed in beside Zoe. Zoe was lying on her tummy with her arms resting on the matress, above her head. It didn't take much for Georgia to gently lift both of Zoe's hands and slide the scarves underneath them. It was even easier for her to tie a scarf to each wrist, before tying the opposite end of each scarf to one of the slats on the headboard. There was still enough slack in the scarves that Zoe wasn't disturbed from her sleep, and Georgia giggled quietly to herself as she lay back down between the sheets and got ready to put her plan into action.

Lying on her side and facing Zoe, Georgia began to think of all the things Zoe had done to her the day before – the tying her up, the biting, the licking, the sucking, the oral. Very quickly, Georgia began to feel horny, and without Zoe awake to touch her, Georgia had no choice but to touch herself. Oh, what a pity. Georgia moved her arm from under her so she could start rubbing her nipple, while she moved her top arm down, so her hand was positioned between her legs. Her finger very easily slipped inside her pussy, with her thumb resting on her clit. As she continued thinking, her fingers began to move naturally and, in no time at all, she began moaning very very softly. As she began squeezing her nipple and rubbing her clit harder and faster, her moaning became louder and louder and she speedily became hornier and hornier.

When Zoe began stirring beside her, Georgia upped the ante a little, squeezing her nipple harder, moving her finger in and out of her pussy, while using more pressure on her clit. Naturally, this caused her to moan louder and when Zoe slowly turned her head and opened her eyes, Georgia smiled at her. She continued to masturbate, her pussy was getting increasingly wet and she could feel more friction against her finger caused by the swelling of her cunt. As Georgia had known would happen, Zoe came to and realised the full extent of what Georgia was doing. Georgia grinned at her.

“Would you like a hand, wife?” Zoe asked sleepily. Georgia nodded.

“I would love nothing more,” Georgia replied and winked at Zoe, knowing that she would not be helping! Zoe moved her arm toward Georgia, and when she realised she was restrained she gasped.

“What have you done to me?” Zoe exclaimed.

“Well, gorgeous wife of mine, I decided you needed a little payback after your hijinx last night,” Georgia told Zoe, very matter of factly. Zoe laughed.

“Oh, you are SO evil!” she responded and Georgia nodded.

“Pot, kettle, black,” Georgia teased. “But yes, I am a little evil,” she added.

“So for my punishment I get to watch you make yourself cum?” Zoe asked, curiously.

“No, that was just to wake you up,” Georgia informed Zoe with a wink. Zoe raised her eyebrows at Georgia.

“Oh really? So how are you going to tease me then? I'm on my stomach – it's not like you have access to any of my exciting parts!” Zoe joked.

Georgia pulled back the blankets and ran her fingers from Zoe's neck, down to the top of the cleft of her bottom, then slowly raked her fingernails down over one of the cheeks of her ass. Zoe's full body shudder was very evident, and when she raked her nails back up and down again, the shudder was accompanied by a soft moan.

“No baby. I can't do any of the things I'd love to do to your boobs, your nipples, your clit, your pussy... but I can do this,” Georgia said, then brought her hand down on Zoe's bottom. Zoe moaned.

“Oh god!” she exclaimed and Georgia giggled.

“Uh huh,” Georgia remarked, as she brought her hand down on Zoe's ass again, a tiny bit harder this time.

“Bitch,” Zoe remarked, and rather than reply, Georgia brought her hand down on Zoe's bottom again, and as was the case with the previous time, her hand came down a little harder. The moan that escaped Zoe's lips was music to Georgia's ears.

From then on, the only verbal communication from Zoe came in the form of whimpers, moans, groans and cries, as Georgia continued to spank her – the spanking growing harder and harder with each blow to her bottom. Every few blows, Georgia ran her fingers lightly down the cleft of Zoe's ass, her fingers moving until they were met by the warm wetness of Zoe's pussy. Georgia was getting hornier herself and when she pushed three fingers deep inside Zoe and spanked her at the same time, she could feel Zoe's pussy clenching in response. Feeling the effect the spanking was having on Zoe, first hand (literally), only served to make Georgia even hornier. THEN because Georgia felt hornier, she spanked Zoe harder – it was really a win-win of very sexy proportions.

As Zoe writhed around on the bed, moaning and crying out, she managed to pull her knees up beneath her, so her bottom was in the air. Georgia's pussy squeezed tightly as she took in the sight of Zoe's ass poking up in the air. The prospect of being able to spank her even harder, sending waves of pleasure through the wetness pooling at the apex of her thighs. She'd learnt early on that when it came to spanking, she shouldn't worry about whether or not she was hurting Zoe; if it was too much, Zoe would tell her.

There hadn't been one instance so far of Zoe telling her to be more gentle and Georgia wondered exactly how high her threshold was. It was the same with Zoe biting her though – she'd told Zoe that if it hurt, she'd tell her – but the pain inflicted by the biting was counteracted by deep-seeded throbs it caused inside her pussy, and she presumed that it was a similar story for Zoe when it came to being spanked.

Georgia knew that when it came to fingers and vibrators, Zoe preferred them to be used hard and fast. The one problem with spanking AND using fingers inside was that she could never move her fingers as hard as Zoe needed. Luckily, Georgia had thought about this before she'd started her grand wake-up scheme and when she took the vibrator from where it was sitting on top of the bedside cabinet (hiding behind a box of tissues), she heard Zoe whimper before she gave her a pleading look. A look that said 'Now. Quickly. Please!'.

Georgia lined the vibrator up with Zoe's hole, then slowly pressed it inside her, grinning when Zoe cried out loudly. The vibrator wasn't even ON yet! When Georgia did turn the vibrator on, Zoe responded immediately, crying out loudly again. Georgia bit her lip as she raised her hand up and then brought it down on Zoe's ass. Zoe shrieked and the shrieking continued as Georgia started bringing her hand down harder and faster on her ass. At the same time Georgia was pumping the vibrator in and out of her pussy – hard and fast – the way Zoe liked. The shrieking, the moaning, the crying out, all of it was coming in a continuous stream as Georgia worked toward her sole goal, making her wife cum.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” Zoe began saying breathlessly – and Georgia knew she was getting close.

Georgia concentrated on keeping the two types of stimulation steady – not wanting to deviate from the current pace - not when she knew that Zoe was getting closer and closer to cumming. As Georgia continued bringing her hand down on Zoe's ass and pounding her pussy with the vibrator, Zoe again began to shriek. When Georgia started moving the vibrator even harder, Zoe started to shriek louder, the shrieks growing more and more high pitched with each blow. Georgia could see Zoe was squeezing her thighs together, and she knew that Zoe's orgasm was starting to build. Georgia brought her hand down just a little harder on Zoe's ass, making sure her hand was making contact with skin at the same time the tip of the vibrator was hitting the back of Zoe's pussy, and as Zoe raised her ass further in the air, Georgia knew she was getting painfully close.

Two more hard thrusts of the vibrator was all it took to push Zoe over that edge. She came loud, screaming, her legs squeezed tightly together, her whole body rigid. Georgia continued to pump the vibrator as Zoe's orgasm ran its course, but began to turn the speed dial down, as it became obvious that the orgasm was petering off. Georgia timed it perfectly, as Zoe's body went into an extreme state of post-orgasm relaxation, Georgia slowly slid the vibrator out of Zoe's pussy, smiling as Zoe let out a satisfied sigh.

After putting the vibrator back on the bedside table, Georgia slowly and very gently rubbed Zoe's rather pink bottom, before moving up on the bed and undoing Zoe's wrists. Lying back down beside Zoe, Georgia pulled the blankets up so they were covering them then moved nice and close to her wife so she could take her in her arms. It was very clear that Zoe would need a lot of time to recover from both the spanking and the orgasm.

Georgia wasn't the least bit surprised when Zoe went to sleep. She lazily kissed Zoe's forehead and smiled as she thought about the fact they were now wife and wife. Thinking about their new relationship status, it was impossible to not remember the night they had met... THAT had been unexpected and a very big surprise!

'Restrained' - a short story

Here goes nothing!  I am excited (and more than a little nervous) to share a little piece of my writing with you!  The following story is one of the first I wrote and was originally part of a longer story which I may revisit and finish.


'Restrained' is a story about two women and what happens when the naughty thoughts of one become a rather pleasurable reality.

The story can be downloaded as a PDF file (free of charge) from this link: Restrained - Bree Guildford
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As the final restraint was attached to the headboard, Georgia let out a moan of anticipation and bit her lip. She had no idea what had come over her earlier. She had been sitting, minding her own business, when her brain started to go very naughty places... places involving restraints, biting, and pounding, frantic, rough sex, of the brain exploding kind. Her girlfriend knew her well enough to know something was on her mind and managed to coax it out of her. The moment Georgia had explained exactly what it was she was thinking, Zoe had stood up – pulled her off the couch – and led her toward their bedroom.

There had been none of the usual nice, slow kissing, no undressing each other, before lying down together and letting their bodies take over. No. This time Zoe took charge, pulling Georgia's top up and over her head and tossing it on the floor, then she undid and removed her bra, before pushing her down on the bed in a particularly rough manner. Zoe then took no time in removing Georgia's pants and underwear, tossing them onto the floor behind her. Georgia lay still on the bed – her heart was racing – she was very turned on by the way Zoe had immediately taken on the more dominant role.

Zoe didn't say a word to her as she pulled four scarves out of their 'drawer of kink', then walked down to the bottom of the bed and putting a hand on each of Georgia's ankles and spread her legs. She shot Georgia a look that caused her to whimper and realise she was in trouble. The best type of trouble known to man – or in this case - woman. Kneeling on the floor at the bottom of the bed, Zoe took one of the scarves and tied it securely around one of Georgia's ankles then did the same with another scarf on her other ankle. After kissing her way up the inside of Georgia's left leg – and then down the inside of her right leg - Zoe tied the scarf attached to Georgia's left ankle to the left side of the footboard and did the same with the right ankle and the right side of the footboard.

Very early on in their relationship Georgia had realised she enjoyed being restrained by Zoe. It had started with Zoe innocently holding one of Georgia's wrists tightly when trying to stop her touching her own nipples one night. Things had escalated and Zoe had begun using her hands to restrain Georgia's arms while teasing her nipples with her mouth. Before long they had invested in some rather pretty scarves, bought with the sole intention of tying Georgia up in bed. Usually they were playful with the tying up, there was always a good amount of slack in the restraints, allowing Georgia to move a little... but this time Zoe meant business and had done Georgia up so tightly that there was a delicious little pull in each of her shoulders and in both of her hips. There was no way she was escaping whatever it was Zoe had in store for her.

When Zoe got off the bed and walked around to the top of the bed Georgia whimpered loudly. She looked at the scarf in Zoe's hand and bit her lip as the scarf was tied around her wrist and then to the headboard. By the time Zoe walked around to the other side of the bed and tied her other wrist Georgia could feel her clit pulsating and an odd pressure inside her pussy. She couldn't believe how turned on she had become without Zoe touching her sexually.

As Zoe slowly stripped off in front of her, Georgia again whimpered in anticipation. Her rather intense thoughts before had come as a surprise and to now be lying on their bed, spreadeagled and restrained, it was like one of her most wicked fantasies that she'd had no idea about was coming true. She knew she was wet – there was absolutely no denying the warm, moist feeling between her legs– and she had a feeling that by the time Zoe was done, she would be a hot, sopping mess.

Zoe knelt on all fours between Georgia's legs. Dipping her head slowly, she ran her tongue up Georgia's slit then made a show of licking her lips. Georgia moaned in anticipation of Zoe's tongue again making contact with her wetness and was a little disappointed when Zoe began crawling up her body instead, stopping with one leg on either side of her hips, staring intensely at her. Zoe said nothing to her, she didn't even smile. It was very unlike their usual foreplay routine and something about that turned Georgia on greatly. She whimpered loudly as she impatiently waited for Zoe's next move.

For what felt like hours, Zoe hovered above her, not breaking the eye contact for one second. Eventually she moved her head slowly down toward Georgia and kissed her so hard that it made Georgia gasp. Zoe's lips were pressed firmly against Georgia's, and as Zoe's tongue nudged at her lips, Georgia opened her mouth slightly, allowing Zoe to brush her tongue against her own, over and over and over, before pushing it in deeper. Their tongues tangled and they began to hungrily kiss each other, the eye contact being maintained the entire time. Zoe caught Georgia's bottom lip between her teeth and then tugged on her lip, causing an almighty clench deep inside Georgia's pussy and a loud cry of pleasure to escape from her lips.

When Zoe pulled back Georgia was left gasping. The kiss had left her breathless and badly wanting more. As Zoe slowly moved her head back down toward her, Georgia pursed her lips in anticipation of another mindblowing kiss but instead Zoe bypassed her mouth, her lips landing on Georgia's jawbone instead. As Zoe began to nibble toward her ear, Georgia moaned loudly. It was a moan of both delight and desire, and when Zoe's lips made contact with her earlobe Georgia let out another loud cry and at the same time could feel her eyes rolling back into her head. Her automatic response was to move a hand to the back of Zoe's head to hold her mouth against her neck area, but the jolt that resonated through her shoulder, arm and wrist when she tried to move quickly reminded Georgia of the fact she was restrained... and that Zoe had full control over her.

Georgia felt her insides melt as Zoe moved on from her ear and began to gently bite her way down her neck. Without realising it Georgia began to hold her breath as she waited for the moment Zoe's mouth would make contact with the crook of her neck – easily the most erogenous zone on her entire body. As Zoe ran her tongue across the crook of her neck, Georgia gasped and then moaned, wishing she could touch Zoe in some way but that was very much an impossibility. Zoe bit her way across to the tip of her shoulder and then began to kiss back in toward her neck. The biting was an intoxicating combination of pleasure mixed with pain, and all Georgia could do was whimper and bite her lip in the hope that Zoe would cave and begin biting her harder.

After biting across the front of Georgia's throat, Zoe did the same to the other shoulder, biting along to the tip, before coming back to the crook of her neck, and around the base of her throat. Georgia was starting to feel very flustered and almost frustrated, and had she had her hands free, she could have held Zoe's mouth against her neck to signal she wanted her to bite down harder. But she was completely helpless. As Zoe started to bite her way across her shoulder again, Georgia let out a whimpery, flustered sigh and opened her mouth to beg Zoe to bite her.

But Zoe got to it first, out of nowhere biting down hard on the crook of her neck, causing Georgia to moan loudly and buck her hips (as much as she could, anyway). The biting continued at such an intensity that it was almost overwhelming. Overwhelming but so damn good. The fact that she could hardly move meant that all her senses were going into overdrive and every part of her body seemed about 50 times more sensitive than usual. Georgia vaguely wondered if perhaps it would be too much for her and that maybe she should ask Zoe to stop, but as Zoe switched to the other side of her neck and bit down just as hard, she realised that there was no way in hell she was going to ask for her to stop.

Georgia really had no idea how long Zoe was biting her neck and shoulders, the sensations so intense that she became oblivious to her surroundings and was only aware of the biting and the deep throb between her legs. Without even thinking about it, Georgia began to fight the restraints, wanting so badly to touch Zoe. The pain caused whenever she tried to fight the restraints was surprisingly arousing and she had no doubt that under normal circumstances the pain would be unbearable but in the current context the pain was having just the opposite effect.

Georgia cried out in shock when suddenly it was her nipples at the mercy of Zoe's mouth and teeth, her clit pulsating each time Zoe clamped a nipple between her teeth and tugged on it, hard enough to make her cry out, but at the same time careful enough that the pleasure caused far outweighed the pain. Zoe alternated between sucking and tugging on the nipples with her teeth, somehow knowing instinctively when to change it up, to keep the pleasure at its peak. While she worked one nipple with her mouth or teeth, she had the other nipple between her fingers, rubbing, tweaking and squeezing it. As with her mouth and teeth, with her fingers she seemed to instinctively know when to change what she was doing before Georgia got used to the sensation and the pleasure levelled off.

Georgia could feel herself getting wetter with each passing minut and she could feel the sheet beneath her was starting to get damp. While she loved Zoe attacking her nipples the way she was, as the minutes passed and she became more and more turned on, the frustration she felt at not being able to touch Zoe grew and grew, and her pussy began to literally ache. She NEEDED to be touched there... she NEEDED that release.

It was very obvious to Georgia that Zoe understood just how flustered she was beginning to feel and that she was using that understanding to prolong things even further. The relentless tugging, nibbling, sucking, squeezing, tweaking and rubbing of her nipples was fast getting Georgia to the point that her cries were almost more related to frustration than pleasure. Zoe had brought her to that very stage numerous times but usually Georgia had full use of her arms and legs to try and show Zoe exactly how frustrated she was. Being able to dig her nails into Zoe's shoulders or hips helped to keep the crazed feeling at bay – but with no use of her arms and legs, there was no outlet for the frustration, for the crazed feeling. It was quite possibly one of the most wicked, terrible, pleasurable feelings in the world.

Georgia was so focused on the sensations the nipple play was causing that she didn't realise when Zoe moved one hand down to her pussy. The moment she felt one lone finger running up her slit, Georgia let out a loud moan of pleasure... and relief. Zoe slowly ran her finger up and down Georgia's slit and the frustration she had been feeling slowly started to go away. To an extent. But when the touch failed to get harder or faster the frustration Georgia had been feeling began to build again and it surpassed the frustration she had felt up until then. Her pussy felt as if it was on fire, she was literally aching for more – she NEEDED more - more of what, she didn't exactly know. All she really knew was that her pussy was aching to be touched.

Georgia was snapped out of her desperate thoughts by the feeling of something pressing against her hole, then the sensation of being stretched, then something hitting against the back wall of her pussy. Crying out loudly, Georgia looked down to where Zoe was lying between her legs and glimpsed the big pink vibrator that Zoe was grasping in her fist. When Zoe slammed the vibrator deep inside her again Georgia cried out so loud that it was more a scream. It was the most exquisite, welcome feeling and it caused her to see stars. Again Zoe moved the vibrator forcefully inside her, and again Georgia screamed. It wasn't pain in the usual sense... it was somehow converted into the most amazing feeling of pleasure and she could feel it right from her toes, up to the top of her head. Everything else in the world faded away and all she was conscious of was the effect on her pussy each time Zoe slammed the vibrator inside her.

Seemingly done with the teasing, Zoe began to repeatedly move the vibrator in and out of Georgia's pussy – pushing it in hard, but pulling it out excruciatingly slowly, before ramming it inside her again. Georgia hadn't realised how much she'd needed the forceful, frantic, feisty pounding that Zoe was dishing out to her, and each time the vibrator made contact with the back of her pussy what she was feeling only increased and became more pleasurable. When Zoe changed the angle of the vibrator it began to rub against her clitoris with each movement and before long Georgia could feel her pussy growing tighter and tighter as the tension she was feeling increased, and her orgasm began to slowly brew, deep inside her.

As Zoe began to move the vibrator harder and faster, Georgia gave herself over to the sensations and all thought cleared from her head. The only thing she was conscious of was what was happening to her body. It was something which naturally happened once she reached a certain stage of sexual arousal... and it had only ever happened during sex with Zoe. Georgia loved it... it made the sex feel almost spiritual, or something equally as cliché. Georgia couldn't help trying to fight the restraints, she needed to cling to the bedsheets or to Zoe... She needed to anchor herself and feel like she had some form of control over the enormous orgasm that was building inside her.

The feeling of having no control was very overwhelming and Georgia's screams turned into one big loud continuous scream - she was almost scared of the orgasm that she knew was quickly approaching - the tension inside her body was too much to handle. Too much.

Her orgasm hit. Hard. It felt as if her entire body was exploding. She screamed loudly as her pussy spasmed and clenched and released and felt as if it was going to burst. The rest of her body was rigid and after the loud scream was over she found herself unable to breathe because she was reflexively holding her breath. As her orgasm began to finally peter off she was able to gasp for breath and finally felt her body starting to become her own again. Georgia had no idea when it had happened, but when she finally became conscious of her surroundings she realised the vibrator had been removed and Zoe was lying between her legs, slowly licking and kissing her pussy. The gentle touch of her tongue was such a strong contrast to the pounding she had received moments earlier. It was divine.

Georgia's body went slack and, after planting a final kiss on her pussy, Zoe moved off the bed and released the scarves from the footboard. Georgia's legs stayed where they fell, not moving an inch. She physically didn't have the capacity. It was the same with her wrists when they were finally released, Georgia found herself unable to move them. She did manage find the energy to smile up at Zoe, who returned her smile and then leaned down and kissed her particularly softly. Again, it was such a gentle, soft touch, compared to the (rather amazing) battering her body had taken prior to being released from her restraints.

Zoe managed to get Georgia under the covers and then climbed in beside her. She carefully rolled Georgia toward her and then moved up nice and close before wrapping her arms tightly around her. Georgia melted into Zoe, with her head resting on her chest and an arm draped across her waist... the desire to talk was strong, but Georgia found she couldn't make her brain work enough to actually form the words. Instead she let out a loud, happy, contented sigh as Zoe began to softly stroke her back. Zoe chuckled.

“I love you too, bub,” she commented, as if she could read Georgia's mind.