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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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.

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.

Flash Fiction - my first attempt

I am naughty.
Dreadfully naughty.

I have an assignment due at midnight tonight and have been putting it off for weeks.  This morning I went into our room to finally get onto it and managed to work for a couple of hours.

Then I began writing.

And this happened...

Enjoy xxx


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'Coast is clear' came the text message they had been excitedly waiting for. Stella winked at Carly and without a word between them they stood up and walked through the door declaring 'Management Only'. Down the hall they walked until they finally found the door that had been left open by Brad's boss when he'd left for lunch minutes earlier.

Crossing the threshold into the office Stella and Carly were greeted by their boyfriend sitting behind his boss's desk with his suit jacket off and the sleeves of his crisp white shirt rolled up to the elbows. He shot both women a heated look and as they approached him Stella and Carly began unbuttoning their shirts, putting on display their matching fire engine red lacy bras, purchased earlier that morning specifically for their lunchtime rendez-vous.

Stella wasn't surprised to see a prominent bulge in Brad's dress pants and while Carly positioned herself on the desk Stella made speedy work of Brad's pants, gripping his rock hard cock in her hand when it was freed from the confines of his boxers.

Brad groaned loudly but Stella wasn't sure if it was related to her hand or the sight of Carly lying on his boss's desk with her legs splayed open, her pussy glistening with wetness, very ready for what was to come.

Stella turned with her back to Brad and stifled a whimper when she felt the back of her flowing skirt being pulled up, baring her bare ass to Brad. Carly gave her a flustered smile and Stella bent at the waist, taking a long, slow swipe up Carly's pussy, at the same time as Brad pressed the swollen tip of his cock against her own hole. Stella's hands went to Carly's hips as Brad's went to hers and the three of them moaned with pleasure as Brad pushed inside Stella and Stella started hungrily lapping at Carly's pussy.

Time was obviously of the essence and with that knowledge Brad fucked her hard and fast from the very first stroke, while Stella assaulted Carly's clit with her tongue, licking it in the fast side-to-side motion she knew was a sure way to make their girlfriend cum in record time.

Luckily they were the only ones in the building because the volume of Stella's moans, Carly's cries and Brad's groans was stuck on high, a dead giveaway of the pleasure being given and received in the modestly sized office.

Stella could feel her orgasm building, courtesy of Brad's hard thrusts and his cock repeatedly hitting her A-spot. Brad holding her hips tightly, the guttural groan he was making telling her he too was almost at his peak. Carly was bucking her hips against Stella's mouth and her nails were digging deeply into Stella's forearm, the tension in her hips and thighs an indicator she too was about to cum.

Carly tasted like bliss on her tongue and Brad's cock was hitting all the right spots. It was too much for Stella to handle any longer and when her orgasm was seconds from hitting Carly came with a loud scream. Her hips arched off the desk as Stella licked furiously at her clit. Before Carly came down Stella felt her own orgasm hit and gripped onto the desk so she wouldn't collapse. Brad came with a roar, pulling her roughly back against him as he gave one final thrust into her swollen, saturated pussy.

The cries, moans and groans were replaced by the sound of gasps for air as the trio tried to catch their breath and gain enough energy to move from their current position.

Stella felt Brad's cock slip from her pussy and whimpered quietly as she straightened up, the back of her skirt coming down and covering her ass. Carly sat up and got off the desk then took some tissues from the box beside the pen caddy and got rid of the evidence of her arousal from the top of the desk.

“Better get to my 1pm appointment,” Brad said in a business-like manner as he zipped up his pants.

“See you at home tonight,” Stella said kissing him on the cheek and rubbing off a smudge of lipstick with her thumb.

“Don't forget the dry cleaning,” Carly added after she had kissed him.

“Bye, you gorgeous women,” Brad said sweetly as they left the office.

“Bye, baby!” Stella and Carly called in unison as they walked hand-in-hand in the opposite direction as Brad.