Unexpected curiosity that led to empowerment

The brain really is an amazing (crazy, silly, bizarre) thing.  Close to a couple of months ago now, I posted a blog post entitled Is it BDSM or is it abuse?, in which I shared my personal story of sexual abuse.  Potentially the most traumatising aspect of my period of abuse, was the fact I was anally raped on more than one occasion.

It makes sense that because of this, the thought of anal sex was enough to make me feel sick and to send me into a depressive cycle.  Reliving the experience would bring me to tears, it would make me shake, it would set off a full blown anxiety attack.  Anal sex.  The thought of it disgusted me and whenever I saw mention of anal being pleasurable I would frown, scoff and shake my head.  Pleasurable?  No-fucking-way.

I met my wife and told her what had happened to me when I was 20, for the first time in my life I was actually able to talk about it in person, with someone who actually cared about me, and was more than willing to listen to what I had to say.  It felt good to be able to get it out of my system, to be able to release some of the pressure I was feeling inside my head, pressure that had built up over years of keeping my mouth shut and keeping it all inside.

Fast forward to a couple of months ago.  I was in bed with my wonderful wifey, we were fooling around... I started to get carried away by the way she was making me feel (y'know, about a second away from screaming so loudly the neighbours would possibly ring the cops) and suddenly in my little pre-orgasmic fantasy I was having anal sex.

What.  The.  Fuck?

I didn't tell her straight away.  In fact, I planned on not telling her because I felt embarrassed and even a little ashamed.  After all the trauma I had been through, there I was, getting off on the idea of having anal sex.  It just didn't compute.

I couldn't stop thinking about it though, and suddenly became very curious about anal sex.  Surely if so many people could vouch for it being pleasurable, well... maybe it could be?  A couple of days later we were in bed talking, and for whatever reason the discussion turned to anal sex... I likely mentioned not understanding how it could be pleasurable, and she told me that in her experiences it had indeed felt good.  I believe it was then that I admitted my curiosity to her... and told her I felt like I had been short changed, because what could potentially have been a pleasurable experience had been ruined for me because of one bastard of an ex.

We continued talking and I truly don't remember how we got there, but she suggested I could write a
m/f/m threesome scene with double penetration... y'know, it could be a kind of therapeutic way to 'experience' anal sex in a controlled environment, where I was in charge. It made sense to me, and I decided to go for it.  I researched a little, I spoke more to my wife about her experiences, and then I was ready to write.  But I had no idea what positions to put my characters in...

So we watched porn for inspiration.  Most of our time was spent laughing at how fake it was, rolling our eyes because of the cliché nature of the storylines... but then there was a scene or two that caught my eye, and after watching rather than feeling repulsed, I felt... well, quite the opposite.

After this night my curiosity grew and after writing my scene (and having a bloody good time doing so), I really started to feel pissed off that I would never experience anal as something pleasurable.  During one of our many discussions in bed, I eventually confessed this to my wife... and I don't remember a lot about it, but eventually we decided perhaps it was something we could explore further together.  I still felt embarrassed, but my curiosity started to outweigh my embarrassment... and one day while relaxing in bed things got a little heated.  There was touching.

Touching like I had never given or received before.  It was relaxed and slow, and more than enough to make me realise I wanted to explore even further, at some point.  Okay, it felt amazing when she was touching me, and I was amazed that being touched there could bring me so much pleasure.  Equally I was surprised when I was touching her, that she got just as turned on as if I was touching her clit.  We didn't even go 'all the way', there was just finger pressure, no insertion...  I knew I  wanted to go further at some stage, but that there was no rush.

It finally happened this week.  A month, maybe a bit more after that first little bit of touching I got up the guts to tell my wife my curiosity was getting too much for me and that I wanted to explore further.

I have never ever felt so shy in my life as I felt telling my wife I wanted to put my finger inside her ass.  I had no idea how to go about it, hell, I didn't even know what to do with the lube... just the finger? the butthole too?  Was our strawberry lube okay, or should we use that other tube of lube we were given (neither have been used before, both were gifts!)?

Eventually we got there.  I did something to my wife that  I never in a million years imagined I would do to her.  More to the point, it was something I never imagined wanting to do.  But I did.  And I enjoyed it 100% more than I thought I would.  She didn't ask me to stop, she didn't say it wasn't working for her... and when I made her orgasm, it was possibly the most proud I have ever felt of any orgasm I have given her!  Can one be proud of an orgasm?

I think I felt 'proud' of the orgasm, because for me, it was symbolic of me overcoming something that had been incredibly traumatic, and had had a hugely negative impact on my life.  Afterward I couldn't stop grinning, hell, I even giggled for a while.  My wife looked amused and asked why I appeared so happy, and I told her it was because I had replaced a horrible, terrifying memory, with a pleasurable, happy memory.  It was like I was saying to my ex 'you no longer have any control over me, or this aspect of my sexuality'.

I don't know what will happen next, or when it will happen... all I know is that I feel so incredibly lucky to have such a special woman in my life, who has helped me to heal when I didn't think it would ever be remotely possible.

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!

Sex and a spanking... just a normal afternoon in suburbia

It's late here, but I wanted to share an excerpt from one of my stories, before I head to bed!

This excerpt is from a story I have posted a few excerpts from before, the main characters are two couples -  Jenna & Lucas, and India & James - and it follows both couples on their path to parenthood.  For those of you who have read previous excerpts from this story, you will know that Jenna and Lucas are pregnant with a baby boy, five years after losing their little girl, Sasha, at 14 weeks. 

This little afternoon of sexing occurs after Lucas has a run in with their (ex) friend Shane, who they have just found out was cheating on his girlfriend...

I'm too ill and tired to go into anymore detail, so I shall leave you with the excerpt, and links to other excerpts (including My Sexy Saturday blog hop posts) from this story!

Enjoy xxx

Click on any of these links to read my other Jenna & Lucas / India & James excerpts:

Pregnant and horny, what's a girl to do?

Happy Valentine's Day! Have some sex! (focus on India & James)

Lucas gets his own back on Jenna 

Something a little different (this isn't officially part of the story... it is a short-story I wrote for a uni assignment, based on Lucas & Jenna losing Sasha)

My Sexy Saturday - week 32

My Sexy Saturday - week 34

My Sexy Saturday - week 36 (focus on India & James)

My Sexy Saturday - week 37 (focus on India & James)

My Sexy Saturday - week 38

My Sexy Saturday - week 41 (focus on India & James)

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Now for the actual excerpt!

Jenna tried to contain her excitement when she heard Lucas's car in the driveway... she was still asleep when he'd left for training that morning and she had missed him like mad while he was away. When he walked inside Jenna's excitement turned to concern – Lucas looked angry – and for a moment she was taken back to the days that anger had been aimed at her, albeit in a misguided way. Lucas walked straight up to her and wrapped his arms around her.

“God I love you,” Lucas sighed and buried his face in her neck.

“I love you too,” Jenna said, her arms as tightly around him as his were around her.

“I almost punched Shane,” Lucas confessed and Jenna moved one of her hands up so she could stroke the back of his neck.

“What happened baby?” Jenna asked, surprised that he had said 'almost' rather than 'did'.

“Bit my tongue all day, then it was just me, James and him in the locker room after training and... I just... I had to say something,” Lucas explained, moving his face from her neck and looking her in the eyes. “I came so close to punching that little cunt... I really did... I was so angry... everything he said wound me up more and more and then he... well, he said something that tipped me over the edge. I came so close... but I stepped away... and left,” he said, recounting the experience for Jenna.

“I am proud of you,” Jenna replied and kissed him gently. “But what did he say to make you so angry?” she couldn't help but ask.

“He... he... well, he kind of insinuated that I'm physically abusive to you,” Lucas said quietly and Jenna scowled.

“That bastard... how dare he! We might have had a period of time where we yelled at each other a lot, but you have never come close to raising your fist at me,” Jenna said with conviction.

“I hope it's not the impression that the other guys have of me as well,” Lucas sighed and Jenna could tell that Shane's comment had had an effect on him.

“It sounds to me like Shane was trying to make you lash out,” Jenna commented and Lucas nodded.

“Yea, I guess he probably was,” Lucas agreed.

“Come on gorgeous man, why don't you put your feet up and I'll make us both a drink,” Jenna suggested and Lucas nodded.

“Sounds like a perfect idea to me, but don't worry about making me a drink... I would sooner cuddle with my wife-to-be on the couch,” Lucas said and then kissed her.

The kiss started out gentle but the moment Jenna put her hands underneath his t-shirt and started to stroke just above his hips, the kiss deepened. Then deepened some more. Then became hungry... and hungrier. Lucas walked Jenna backward into the lounge, not taking his lips off hers for a second. Well, not until he removed her top... Jenna followed in kind and helped him out of his top, and as Lucas reached behind her to undo her bra she let out a shuddery whimper. When Lucas stopped after two hooks Jenna whimpered loudly and looked up at him.

“Don't stop...” Jenna begged and Lucas chuckled.

“Where is grandma?” Lucas asked and Jenna winked at him.

“She is out visiting an old friend, gave me a naughty little wink when she left, said she wouldn't be back until five, and to use the time wisely,” Jenna informed him.

“Who knew that grandma would say something like that!” Lucas chuckled and Jenna bit her tongue before she told him that she wasn't at all surprised. She also failed to tell him that Josephine had been rather dressed up when she left... and Jenna had a sneaking suspicion it was an old male friend she was going to be spending the afternoon with.

Lucas resumed undoing the hooks on her bra and when he threw it across the room Jenna could tell that he was in the mood for some not-so-sweet sex. Good. So was she. Jenna moved her hands to the waistband of his trackpants and dipped her fingertips inside his boxers, teasingly stroking his treasure trail, stopping just before making contact with the tip of his cock. The groans coming from him were delightful and made her pussy clench tightly. Although she loved teasing him there was only so much teasing she could do and decided to put him out of his misery.

She slid his boxers and trackpants down far enough for them to fall the rest of the way by themselves. When Lucas stepped out of them Jenna suddenly felt a hunger for him that was so strong, she couldn't resist pushing him back onto the couch and ordering him to lie down on his back. She knew he enjoyed removing her clothing by himself, but she needed him inside her so badly that she quickly took her skirt and panties off by herself... and wasted no time in straddling him and sliding down his gloriously hard length.

Jenna cried out loudly as his cock hit the back of her pussy – she had wanted him – NEEDED him all day, and the relief that he was finally inside her was immense. She didn't bother teasing him with gentle hip movements, because as much as she could tell HE needed fast 'growly' sex, so did she. With a hand on the back of the couch and Lucas supporting her hips with his hands Jenna started moving hard and fast against him, making sure that her legs were as far apart as was comfortable for her, to ensure he was hitting as deep inside as was possible.

The friction on her clit caused her to moan loudly as the sensations coursed through her system and she began riding him increasingly harder. She didn't give a fuck that her back hurt, that her hips hurt or that she was exhausted, the sex felt so good she wished there was a way for them to stay like that for at least a month. His cock had never felt quite so good, it filled her so completely that the friction wasn't just on her clit, but right throughout her pussy.

When Lucas pulled her down even harder, Jenna let out a strangled scream as she felt her pussy tightening around him – which of course caused the friction to intensify – and all too soon she started to feel her orgasm building up. Jenna looked at him pleadingly and he understood the meaning behind the look, moving his hands from her hips to lessen the friction, helping her to keep her developing orgasm at bay. He moved his hands back to her hips but rather than pulling down he just rested them there while Jenna continued riding him – albeit not quite as hard as moments earlier – it was worth it though... anything to make that pleasure last as long as possible!

Jenna enjoyed watching the expression on Lucas's face as she rode him. She had always loved that she had the ability to cause him to look so flustered and needy, as if he was completely at her mercy... especially when she was on top. The sounds he made were another enjoyable extra for her, his grunts and groans were always very gutteral and deep... very primal, and they never ever failed to turn her on even more. As she listened to the loud groans coming from Lucas, Jenna could feel her willpower slipping away... All she wanted to do was to take her gorgeous man to the point of no return and to hear the loud manly roar as he came.

If she didn't drown out his roar with her own screams of pleasure.

Spreading her legs as far as she could Jenna sunk down further and understanding her unspoken desires, Lucas helped by pulling her down tightly at the hips again. The sudden increase of pressure and friction causing her orgasm start to build again. Jenna was crying out loudly and found herself tuning out to the rest of the world; Lucas felt unbelievable inside her and there was no way she could stop what was coming.

Tightening her grip on the back of the couch Jenna started to move as fast and hard as she could against Lucas, her orgasm building and building and building until she was screaming so loudly her throat felt raw. Lucas pulled her down one final time and that sent her over the edge, her orgasm hitting her like a tonne of bricks, causing her to let out a loud, long, almost piercing scream as her orgasm kept hitting and hitting and hitting, before finally starting to peter off... just as Lucas's own orgasm hit. She heard the loud roar and when Lucas pulled her down and pushed into her at the same time Jenna found herself screaming again as orgasm number two came out of nowhere.

Jenna had no idea how she managed to move off Lucas and found herself giggling when he stood up, swooped her up in his arms and carried her through to the bedroom, laying her gently on the bed before collapsing on it himself. Lucas lay with his head on her chest and Jenna lazily stroked the back of his neck while he grazed his fingers along the underside of her belly.

“I'm going to miss not being able to feel him kicking after he's born,” Lucas said quietly and Jenna giggled.

“I know, I will as well,” Jenna replied.

“Obviously I'm going to love having him here,” Lucas reassured her. “But there is just something so... intimate and... peaceful and... I don't know... calming about rubbing your belly and feeling him moving around in there,” he explained.

“I feel the exact same way,” Jenna told him and placed her free hand on top of his, smiling as she entwined her fingers with his.

“At least we still have around 13 weeks of this to experience before he arrives,” Lucas said.

“It seems like a lifetime away, but at the same time it isn't really that far away,” Jenna commented and felt slightly nervous as she thought about giving birth.

“And you know I will be right by your side when our little man makes his arrival,” Lucas reassured her and Jenna shrugged.

“Who knows. Maybe you'll be away and I will go into labour a bit earlier than expected... you could miss his birth...” Jenna sighed and then rolled onto her side so she was facing away from him. She didn't want him to see just how worried she was about THAT happening.

Rather than him rolling her onto her back again she let out a shriek as she felt his hand come down on her ass. He hadn't done that to her in years.

“That was a bit naught...” Jenna started to say but the rest of her words were replaced by a shaky moan as Lucas's palm again made contact with her ass.

“Can't help it... your delicious booty was right there and... I didn't even think about it,” Lucas admitted as he rubbed her bottom, causing her clit to throb and her pussy to tighten. She had forgotten the immediate effect being spanked had on her body.

Jenna waited for Lucas's hand to come down on her again and when it didn't happen she started to whimper... luckily he got the message and brought his hand down on her butt again, sending jolts of pleasure throughout her body and causing her to grip onto the side of the bed. Lucas started to bring his hand down on her butt over and over, it felt just as good as it ever had, but she had a feeling he was holding back... and she didn't want him to.

“You can do it harder...” Jenna whispered.

“Are you sure? I haven't done it in a long time... I thought maybe you'd need to be gently weaned back into it,” Lucas whispered back and Jenna giggled.

“Complete opposite actually,” Jenna informed him and realised that their old spanking positions wouldn't really work due to the enormous belly in front of her.

“Mind if we move from the bed?” Lucas asked and Jenna could tell by the tone of his voice that he had something in mind.

“Lead the way,” Jenna replied and got off the bed.

Lucas got off the bed and took her hand then led her from the bedroom and into the bathroom. Jenna saw the vanity unit and grinned as she remembered the many times Lucas had spanked her while she supported herself on the vanity unit and watched him in the mirror. She let out a moan as she put her hands on the vanity and Lucas stepped in behind her, their eyes connecting via the mirror. Jenna watched as Lucas moved his hand backward and then brought it down on her ass, the clench she felt inside was incredible and left her wanting more. Again Lucas drew his hand backward and brought it down on her ass, the loud slapping noise almost as satisfying as the pleasurable pain caused by the palm-ass contact. They kept their eyes locked on each other and Lucas continued spanking her, each contact causing her pussy to tighten and her clit to throb.

Jenna was sure Lucas was still holding back a little and between ass slaps whimpered the word 'harder'. The following contact was indeed harder and Jenna couldn't help the loud cry that came from her, the cry becoming louder with each consecutive palm-ass contact. She was so turned on that between contacts she was aware of the wetness spreading down her thighs, and that there was a deep ache inside her pussy.

As Lucas continued to spank her Jenna became overwhelmed by the sensations and knew that soon she would need him inside her. Spanking wasn't just about the physical act of hand against ass, there was also the anticipation while waiting for the hand to come back down against her ass, there was the sound caused by the impact of palm against ass and then there was the strong emotional connection caused by the via-the-mirror eye contact. It was a complete experience and one that never failed to arouse her to a level that she had been unaware even existed prior to the first time he had spanked her.

Lucas moved his hands to her hips and Jenna held her breath as she watched him in the mirror. He stepped forward, pulled lightly on her hips to adjust the angle, his cock brushed against her hole as he lined himself up and as he pulled her backwards at the same time as he stepped in, Jenna cried out loudly. She couldn't get enough of him and immediately pressed backward, wanting to feel him as deeply inside her as was possible. Lucas groaned loudly and began to move against her, his fingers tightly gripping her hips, his cock hitting the back of her pussy harder with each impact. Jenna's cries very quickly turned to screams and she found herself begging him to move harder against her.

Lucas moved harder and his grunts were just as loud as her screams... she didn't give a fuck that the bathroom window was open and that their neighbours would be able to hear them. The only thing she cared about was the pleasure they were giving and receiving from each other... pleasure which was increasing at a faster rate than she had anticipated. Jenna gripped the edge of the vanity unit very tightly as she felt her thighs starting to tighten while her pussy tensed up around his cock... the force he was slamming into her with was too much for her to handle any longer. She let out a loud, long scream as her orgasm hit, right at the same time as Lucas let out a loud roar and pulled her tightly against him. They rode out their orgasms together and then slowly collapsed to the floor, Lucas helping Jenna down until she was sitting between his legs.

Jenna leaned back against his chest and tried to catch her breath and it proved to be a harder task than usual. Lucas kissed her neck and she giggled quietly as she thought about what a sight they must have been... both covered in sweat, naked, sitting on the bathroom floor. Jenna smiled when his hands made their way to her belly and Theo immediately gave him a hard boot to the hand. It hadn't even occurred to her that Theo had probably been a little shaken around because of the sex, especially because he was fast running out of room! She rolled her eyes when he moved into a position that put a lot of pressure on her bladder. How sexy... post sex bliss ruined by 'sorry hunny, I need to pee'.

“Your son is trying to ruin the mood,” Jenna sighed. “I need to go to pee,” she informed him. Lucas chuckled as he stood up and helped her to her feet.

“I guess he's just getting us used to what it'll be like when he's here... you know... we'll be just about to have sex and he'll start crying... that sort of thing,” Lucas joked. Jenna laughed but wondered if perhaps he was right. Sneaky baby.

“I think that might be why they eventually go into their own room,” Jenna suggested and they both laughed.

Jenna went to the toilet and then followed Lucas through to their bedroom. They climbed into bed and lay on their sides facing each other.

“That was... unexpected,” Jenna started, feeling weirdly shy.

“I know... I didn't plan on it, but... you rolled over... that butt was there and I just... I couldn't help it,” Lucas said sounding almost apologetic.

“It was amazing... didn't realise how much I had missed it,” Jenna said honestly.

“I felt nervous doing it... after the last time...” Lucas replied and smiled sadly at her.

“Last time was a long time ago, baby,” Jenna said, moving her hand up to his face so she could stroke his cheek.

“After that time I swore I would never do it again,” Lucas commented.

“Hey... things have changed since then. We are both different people and our relationship has changed,” Jenna said soothingly, tears coming to her eyes as Lucas moved up against her and buried his face in her chest.

As she ran her fingers through his hair and stroked the back of his neck, Jenna thought back to the early days of their relationship. They had been only together a couple of months when Jenna had confessed to Lucas that she got quite turned on by the thought of being spanked... it had only taken one time before spanking had become a regular part of their sex life. It was by no means an everyday occurrence, but did happen numerous times a month. After Sasha died they went through a long period of having no sex at all and it took even longer before he began to spank her again... but eventually their sex life went back to normal.

Everything was fine (in that department anyway) until one night about two years after Sasha had died. Lucas got home from training in a bad mood and it was made even worse when Jenna told him she was planning on going to the mall by herself to get a haircut and do a little shopping. They had a huge fight and, as was so often the case after the screaming and yelling was done, they ended up in bed getting very hot and heavy, with Jenna eventually ending up on her knees, leaning against the headboard so that Lucas could begin to spank her.

The spanking had been one of the most intense she'd ever experienced and it was the ONLY time she had ever asked him to stop spanking her. They had sex and when it was all over Lucas got out of bed to go to the toilet. Ten minutes later he hadn't returned so Jenna got up to see what was keeping him and found him sitting in the lounge – butt naked – and with tears in his eyes.

Jenna sat down beside him and asked him repeatedly what was wrong... it was obvious something was up and she didn't plan on letting him away without telling her. Eventually he turned to her and explained that when he was spanking her he was doing it from a place of anger... he was still pissed off about her wanting to go out and when he started to spank her that anger seemed to come out and he had been unable to control himself.

Jenna hadn't known what to say so did all she felt she could and wrapped her arms around him. After a few minutes Jenna led him back to the bedroom and told him that she was glad he had been honest with her, but didn't let on just how shaken up she was after his confession. Lucas swore right there and then that he would never spank her again because he was afraid that he would hurt her, and that if that did happen he would never be able to forgive himself.

And that was that. It was never brought up again and their sex life went on as usual... just minus the spanking that they had both enjoyed so much.

Jenna smiled when she managed to leave her little daze. Lucas was rubbing her belly and Theo was just starting to move around, it was most certainly her happy place and the thought of getting out of bed did not appeal in the least. She was just about to suggest to Lucas that they have something simple for dinner and then watch DVDs in bed when there was a knock on the bedroom door.

“Hello you two, your clothes are outside the door,” came Josephine's voice. Lucas looked at Jenna in horror.

“Uhhhh must have fallen out of the washing basket,” Lucas called back and Jenna could hear Josephine laughing.

“I might be old but I'm not stupid,” Josephine replied. “Am I okay to stay home now or should I head back out for a while?” she asked and Jenna laughed.

“You're fine, Josie... we'll be up in a minute,” Jenna told her and Lucas rolled his eyes.

“I was looking forward to taking advantage of you again,” Lucas informed her quietly and Jenna smirked at him.

“You will just have to do it later on when we go to bed,” Jenna replied.

“I guess I can wait,” Lucas said and after kissing her, got out of bed and put some trackpants on before opening the door and getting their pile of clothing, which as promised, was sitting just outside the door.

& then were were four! A sweet baby boy for Jane, Leah & Beau

Up until now all of my excerpts have contained sex... because let's face it, erotica is writing with a focus on sex.  That said, my writing also has a strong emotional basis and if we are being specific, my writing is more erotic romance than plain ol' erotica.

With all of that in mind, I decided that it was time that I should post an excerpt which involves no sex whatsoever.  No pussy, no cock, no boobs, no thrusting, no slamming, no clenching, no shuddering, no orgasming, no collapsing in a semi conscious orgasmed-out state.  I know that sex is the prime reason most people read erotica, but I also know there are people out there like myself who enjoy learning about the characters away from the bedroom.

This excerpt is from the story I have posted a couple of excerpts from recently.  It is untitled and still in progress (perhaps it will never really be finished), with the focus of the story being on four core characters, Leah & Jane, Asher and Beau.  Asher acts as a sperm donor for Leah and Jane, Jane gets pregnant and nine months later Ryan is born.  In the mean time Leah and Jane strike up a sexual friendship with Beau who unexpectedly gets Leah pregnant (after a night of very drunken sex, which happened with Jane's blessing).  Without ruining more of the story, things reach a breaking point and Leah, Jane and Beau are finally honest with each other about their feelings and officially enter into a polyamorous relationship. 

As well as being the father of Leah's baby boy (Luca), Beau is going to take on the role of father to Jane's baby.  A far cry from Lucy and Jane's original plan of raising a child together without any paternal involvement.  Asher, the biological father of Jane's baby is still very much in their lives, but is happy to take on a 'special uncle' type role in Ryan's life.  Not long after Jane got pregnant Asher met Lucy and the two of them are blissfully in love and looking forward to starting a family of their own one day.

Their situation might not be 'the norm' and they may raise a lot of eyebrows, but the trio are extremely happy together and not following their hearts was never really an option.

We join the happy threesome when Jane is very close to her due date.  She's frustrated, she's uncomfortable, she's angry, she is over it, and while Leah and Beau have been doing what they can to help both know the only thing that will really help is their son, Ryan, being born.

This is one of my favourite scenes I have ever written, partly because I am very much a happily-ever-after kind of girl, but also because I am fascinated by childbirth... and enjoy writing the type of scenario that is a far cry from my own birthing experiences (I was a single mum and had cesarean sections... I had my parents and sister for support, but still feel as if I missed out on a huge part of the birthing experience).  I guess writing is a way to kind of experience the type of births I wish I had been able to experience.
 

I hope you enjoy!

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Beau and Jane had sex everyday but still, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday all passed with no baby... and no more contractions. On Thursday night Jane went to bed early after announcing she was officially over being pregnant, telling Leah and Beau to go out and do something because she was sick of snapping at them.

Leah and Beau both wanted to stay at home with Jane but it was clear she needed time alone so they went over to see Asher instead. Lucy was arriving home the next day and Asher had told Beau at work that day that time was dragging by painfully slowly, so Beau and Leah decided they would go over and keep him company. Leah spent most of the night cuddled up against Beau on the couch and Asher commented a few times that he couldn't wait until it was him and Lucy curled up on the couch together. Leah had suggested the only thing they would be doing on the couch for the next few days was having sex and Asher hadn't denied it for a second. Unsurprisingly.

Leah and Beau got home just after eleven – a lot later than intended – but were both happy to see Jane was still asleep. They went to bed and ended up having sex... it had been a while since the two of them had had sex because both of them had been more focused on Jane than each other! After Leah had fallen asleep Beau spent twenty minutes rubbing her belly and quietly talking to Luca as he kicked the hell out of his hand. He really had no idea how Leah could sleep through such a physical battering, but knew her orgasm probably had something to do with it.

Beau wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep, but he woke briefly when Jane got up to go to the toilet... it was such a common occurance now that he went straight back to sleep.

Beau woke up again and while he wasn't surprised to find Jane was in the bathroom again, he couldn't shake the feeling that something had startled him awake. As he started to drift off again Beau was aware of a noise coming from the bathroom... he was sure he could hear water and wondered if perhaps he was imagining it. Deciding that he was imagining it Beau allowed sleep to take over again but the next time he woke up he KNEW a loud noise from the bathroom had woken him. Jane still wasn't in bed and Beau was suddenly... not concerned, but curious. He got out of bed and walked to the ensuite, prepared to find Jane looking miserable.

What he was NOT prepared for was to find Jane in the bath clasping her belly and breathing through what was very obviously a strong contraction. Beau raced over to the bath and she clasped his hand, squeezing it tightly as she continued breathing through her contraction. When it was over she looked at him with panic in her eyes.

“They are close Beau. So close. And painful, oh god they are painful,” Jane said in between deep breaths.

“How close are we talking?” he asked having a feeling they would be call-the-midwife close together.

“I don't know but they're clo...” Jane started and then moaned in pain as another contraction hit and she clamped down on his hand again.

“I'm getting my phone so we can time the next contraction, I will be right back,” Beau said trying not to convey how panicked he was.

He went into the room and put a pair of boxers on then got his phone and joined Jane back in the bathroom. A minute later another contraction hit. Beau was prepared with the cellphone stopwatch and started it while Jane squeezed his other hand as she tried to breathe through the contraction. When it stopped he looked nervously at his phone and when the next contraction started he was shocked to find the contractions were only two minutes apart.

“I'm ringing the midwife and waking Leah up. They are fucking close together...” Beau said and then raced from the bathroom and over to Leah's side of the bed.

“Leah wake up,” Beau said quietly and Leah moaned. “Wake up!” he said a bit louder.

“No,” Leah replied sleepily.

“Fucking get up, Jane is in the bath very much in labour and I don't know if we're going to make it to the hospital,” Beau yelled and before he could even blink Leah was up and out of the bed, running for the bathroom.

Beau rang the midwife and explained what was happening and when he told her how close the contractions were she had muttered 'fuck' and told him she would be there as soon as she could be and would assess whether or not it was worth trying to make it to the hospital in time. The midwife then instructed him to get in the bath with Jane and told him that if Jane said anything about pushing before she got there, he needed to be prepared for the possibility he would be delivering the baby. Beau didn't say goodbye as he hung up the phone and raced back into the bathroom where Leah was helping Jane through a contraction. Beau told them that the midwife was on her way as he got in the bath with Jane. When the next contraction hit Jane held one of his hands and one of Leah's as she moaned in agony.

“I'm sorry. Woke up in.. pain... at one... got in the bath... and... it didn't go away... just... got worse,” Jane explained.

“Don't talk baby, try and catch your breath before the next one,” Leah said soothingly.

“I'm not going to be giving birth in the hospital, am I,” Jane gasped just before her next contraction hit.

Leah looked at him and he shook his head. Leah suddenly looked terrified and he felt absolutely useless. Jane was in more pain than any man would ever experience and Leah was having to deal with seeing her girlfriend in that much pain. It can't have been easy for either of them, and it made him feel utterly pointless. There was a loud pounding on the door and Leah went to let the midwife in. Leah was soon back with the midwife following close behind. After saying hello to all of them the midwife proceeded to put her arm into the water so she could examine Jane.

“You need to push don't you,” the midwife asked and Jane nodded.

“I do, I really do,” Jane gasped.

“Right, this baby is going to be born at home, so Leah, honey, I need you to get me a towel for drying the baby off and a blanket to wrap him in... a nappy too,” the midwife said calmly. Leah walked quickly from the room while the midwife turned to Jane and asked, “Do you want to birth in the bath or somewhere else?”

“Bath,” Jane said, breathing deeply.

“In that case do you want me or someone else to catch the baby?” the midwife then asked and Jane looked at Beau pleadingly.

“Can you?” she asked him and he nodded, touched that she had asked him. Saying no wasn't an option.

Leah came back in with the blanket and the towel and for the next half hour she worked with Beau, coaching Jane through the end stages of her labour. Beau had no idea that women had to push for so long and as he watched Jane push through contraction after contraction the love he felt for her only served to increase. Looking at Leah, Beau could see that she was freaking out but he thought she was doing a good job of covering it up. Looking at their hands though, Beau wasn't too sure whether it was Jane squeezing Leah's hand or if Leah was squeezing Jane's.

When the midwife examined Jane again Beau was shocked when she announced that the baby was crowning and that it was time for 'action stations' as she referred to it. Beau had never ever felt so nervous in his life and for a second considered telling the midwife she could deliver the baby, but when Jane looked at him and smiled he knew there was no way he could do that. Beau listened very carefully as the midwife explained that when Jane pushed again Beau had to put a hand under the baby's head and basically guide it out. Beau did just that and was amazed as more and more of the baby's head came into his hand. When the contraction passed Beau looked down and felt a lump in his throat when he saw the baby's head

The midwife quickly explained that with the next contraction, the baby would be born and that he would need to gently guide the baby's shoulders out and then be ready to 'catch' him before placing him on Jane's chest, being careful of the umbilical cord. Beau looked at Leah who had tears in her eyes and then at Jane who smiled at him for a second before the next contraction took over.

Beau did as the midwife had told him and guided the shoulders out then gasped as Ryan slid out into the safety of his hands. Beau lifted the baby up and placed him gently onto Jane's chest. While the midwife rubbed Ryan's back with the towel Leah had brought her, Jane only had eyes for her little boy.

The loud squeals of the newborn filled the room as Leah leaned over and kissed Jane before kissing Ryan gently on the head. Ryan was crying, Leah was crying, Jane was crying... and Beau was surprised at how overcome by emotion he was as well. He carefully got out of the bath and put a towel around his waist then went over to Leah and hugged her. He crouched down and kissed Jane and stroked the back of the tiny baby he had just helped bring into the world. They watched as Ryan seemed to naturally latch on to Jane's nipple and began to suckle for the very first time.

It blew his mind to think that when they had all gone to bed that night there was no baby and now just a few hours later they were watching as Jane fed her baby. Their baby.

The midwife congratulated them all and then suggested that Beau go and get dressed before he caught a cold and asked if they could make sure the bed was ready for Jane and the newest member of their family. In the bedroom Leah made her way into Beau's arms again and began to sob. Beau held her as she cried and all the pent up emotion was released... when she finally looked up at him all he could see on her face was joy and he couldn't resist kissing her.

“I love you,” Beau said and Leah giggled.

“I love you too,” Leah replied.

“I guess Mr Luca is next,” Beau stated as he put a hand on her belly and she grinned at him.

“How about we just enjoy Ryan before we start talking about THAT,” Leah suggested and Beau smiled lovingly at her.

“I know you're thinking about the pain Jane was in, but all that pain is over now, and we are left with a little boy to love for the rest of our lives... Kind of worth the pain don't you think,” Beau said softly and Leah nodded.

“You can say that though, you aren't going to be pushing a baby out your vagina in a couple of months,” Leah teased and Beau chuckled.
“Come on mummy, let's get this bed ready for the other mummy and the first of our baby boys,” Beau said and Leah kissed him, then walked over to her side of the bed so they could straighten up the sheets.

With the bed made Beau quickly put some clothes on and they went back through to the bathroom and found the midwife holding a wrapped up Ryan.

“Which of you wants the first cuddle?” the midwife asked smiling at them both.

“I think Leah has been waiting longer than me,” Beau joked and the midwife walked over to Leah and placed the tiny bundle in her arms. Beau stood beside her with an arm around her waist and peered into the bundle of blanket and felt tears come to his eyes as he focused on Ryan, who was sleeping.

“He's so tiny,” Leah whispered.

“He's beautiful,” Beau agreed, his voice also a whisper.

“He really is,” Leah sobbed quietly.

Beau watched as Leah peppered gentle kisses on Ryan's face and found himself wishing that it was time for Luca to be born as well... he couldn't wait to see both of their babies together. The midwife interrupted his thoughts and asked him to get an old towel that she could put the placenta on when Jane delivered it. Beau did as asked and a few minutes later Jane's birthing experience was over, with the baby and placenta both delivered.

The midwife announced that it was time for Jane to get out of the bath and onto the bed so she could examine her and make sure everything was as it should be. Leah went into the bedroom with Ryan while Beau helped the midwife get Jane from the bath to the bed. She was very weak, but Beau was surprised that she still had enough energy to walk through to the bedroom with their assistance.

Jane lay on the bed in her robe and the midwife quickly examined her and when she had finished told them quite happily that everything looked okay. After the midwife had excused herself so she could examine the placenta a bit more closely Leah handed Ryan to Jane and got in the bed beside her. Deciding to do something useful Beau went and made them all a cup of tea and when he brought them through Jane looked at him gratefully.

“God, I need one of those... it feels like I pushed a baby out of my vagina just now. Oh wait, I did!” Jane exclaimed and then giggled.

“You did such a good job,” Leah said and then kissed Jane.

“I really had no choice,” Jane commented and Leah laughed.

“I guess not,” Leah replied.

“And when it's time for you.. you will do a good job too, my love,” Jane reassured Leah who smiled nervously at her.

“I guess I'll have no choice,” Leah said with a nervous wink.

The midwife came out and asked if she could examine Jane again. Jane carefully handed Ryan to Leah and let the midwife do her examination. The midwife said that everything looked great and that if Jane didn't mind she was going to go home to try and get another hour or two of sleep and that she would come back over around 8am. Jane told her that was fine and the midwife reminded them all that she was only a phone call away and that if they had ANY concerns whatsoever that they could ring her. It turned out the midwife only lived a few minutes away from their house so she could get over quickly if needed. A fact they all found reassuring.

Beau saw the midwife out and thanked her for everything she had done. She smiled at him and told him that she hadn't really done anything and it was Jane – and him – who had done all the work. After saying goodbye Beau closed the door and walked back through to the bedroom where he found Leah cuddling Ryan while Jane lay back smiling at her. Beau walked over to Leah and peeked at Ryan who was still asleep... he couldn't take his eyes off him, he was such a perfect, beautiful baby! Leah gasped and Beau looked at her.

“What's wrong?” he asked and Leah went bright red.

“Oh my god. You haven't even held him yet!” Leah exclaimed and Beau chuckled.

“Not sure if you're aware but he's not going anywhere... you can do your bonding and then I'll do mine,” Beau said rubbing her back but Leah shook her head.

“No! Blame preggy brain.. You must be wanting a hold so badly!” Leah remarked and Beau knew he wasn't going to win this little battle.

Not that he minded. Leah placed Ryan into his arms and his first instinct was to lift the little baby up and kiss his forehead. Again he found he couldn't take his eyes off him and he knew he was smiling the entire time he was looking at him. As he studied Ryan's face, Beau felt immensely guilty when he thought about the fact he had considered pretending his own child didn't exist. He knew a lot had changed since then and that in reality it had been less than 24 hours that he'd felt that way for, but he still felt awful about it. Thank God he had realised early on that that wasn't an option... he would have missed out on so much and probably wouldn't have fallen in love with two amazing women in the process.

“You look so natural,” Jane commented and Beau smiled at her.

“Probably because it's a similar shape to a rugby ball,” Beau teased and Jane laughed.

“No, I think you're just a natural daddy,” Jane replied and he smiled gratefully at her. He hoped that was the case.

“What time was he actually born?” Beau asked and Leah picked up Jane's midwifery notes.

“Says here that he was born at 3.43am” Leah announced.

“And what time do you think you went into labour?” Beau asked and Jane yawned.

“Um it was 1am when I started having the really bad pains,” Jane told them. “But after I went to bed I kept waking up feeling really uncomfortable,” she added. “I think the first time I woke up it was just before 8,” she said frowning, obviously trying to remember.

“So at the most you were in labour for about seven hours,” Beau exclaimed and Jane nodded.

“I guess so,” she replied yawning loudly.

“Why don't you two try and get a little sleep and I will look after Ryan,” Beau suggested and Jane smiled at him.

“You don't have to Beau, you must be tired too,” Jane replied but Beau could see she was seconds away from going to sleep.

“I didn't just go through seven hours of labour. You get some sleep, when Ryan starts crying I will bring him through to you so you can feed him,” Beau told Jane who admitted defeat and nodded.

“I just need an hour...” Jane yawned and closed her eyes.

“Before you try to tell me you don't need sleep, don't bother. You need sleep woman, and I refuse to let you out of this bedroom until you've done just that,” Beau told Leah sternly and she smiled sleepily at him.

“You're so bossy,” Leah stated as she cuddled up to Jane.

Beau had a feeing they were probably both asleep before he'd even left the bedroom. After all the activity over the past couple of hours it felt strange to be sitting in silence. With a baby. Ryan was still asleep and while Beau knew he should probably put him in the bassinet to sleep, Beau felt unable to put the little man down. He had never ever spent so long fixated on one thing and when the newborn began crying Beau was surprised to see it was over an hour since he had left Leah and Jane to sleep. Beau took Ryan through to the bedroom and Jane quickly woke up when she heard him crying. Beau was amazed at how quickly Jane was sitting up and holding her arms out to take her baby. Obviously the mummy instinct kicked in straight away. Leah was sitting up by the time Jane had latched Ryan on, and as Jane fed him they all watched in silence. It really was a beautiful sight, and a special moment in their relationship.

After Ryan had finished feeding, Jane suggested that Leah choose an outfit for him to wear and she came back from the nursery with a green and yellow striped onesie, claiming that it had been too hard to choose something so she'd picked the first outfit she'd found. Beau watched as Jane dressed Ryan and topped the outfit off with the woolen hat that the midwife had put on him when she'd wrapped him up in the blanket earlier. After wrapping him in the blanket Jane picked Ryan up and then looked at Beau.

“Do you mind if I get a little bit more sleep?” Jane asked shyly and Beau shook his head.

“Of course not baby, you get all the sleep you need. I'll bring him through again when he starts to cry, unless you are awake before then,” Beau informed her. “You can sleep a bit more too madam,” he directed at Leah.
“Fine, but it's almost my normal waking time so don't expect me to sleep for hours!” Leah exclaimed.

“Uh, at seven do you think you could ring Asher and make up some story to get him over here? Pretend that we have some odd craving. He'll be up anyway because he'll be excited about Lucy... Just don't tell him Ryan is here,” Jane said and Beau gasped.
“I hadn't even thought about Asher! He was going to be at the birth!” Beau exclaimed feeling like the worst friend in the world.

“It all happened so quick Beau, I'm sure Asher will understand why you didn't call,” Jane assured him. “Should probably ring your mum too,” she suggested and Beau nodded.

“You two try to sleep, me and Ry will be chilling in the lounge,” Beau told them and then gave both of them a kiss and left the room.

As it was Beau didn't need to wait until seven to ring Asher because Asher text him at 6.30am saying 'Presuming you'll be awake... uncomfortable pregnant women and all... any chance you know how to speed up time? 10.30 can't arrive fast enough'. Beau smirked as he replied saying 'Of course I'm awake, feel free to pop over... If you have the coffee we have the bacon and mushrooms', and as he expected it didn't take long for Asher to reply saying 'See you very soon then, will stop at the petrol station, their coffee is 24/7'.

At 6.50 Beau went through to the bedroom and found Leah and Jane whispering and giggling in bed. Beau told them that Asher was on his way and after kissing Ryan on the cheek he handed him to Jane so he could go back into the lounge and pretend nothing was out of the ordinary when Asher arrived.

Asher arrived at 7.00 with a tray of hot drinks and Beau could tell by the look of him that he had been awake for a long time.

“Excited much?” Beau teased and Asher laughed.

“Oh god you have no idea,” Asher replied.

“Only three and a half hours to go!” Beau exclaimed and Asher grinned at him.

“Where are the girls? I thought they'd be up,” Asher commented and Beau managed to keep a straight face.

“They are in the bedroom, go and say hi if you want, they're just chatting,” Beau suggested.

“Probably should grace them with my presence,” Asher joked as he walked toward the bedroom.

Beau followed him in and smirked when Asher stopped dead in his tracks.

“What the hell!” Asher exclaimed and Jane giggled.

“Come here, there is someone who wants to meet you,” Jane told him and he walked slowly toward the bed.

“When did? What? Last night you were... When the hell did this happen?” Asher asked in disbelief as he made his way over to Jane's side of the bed and sat down beside her, smiling as he took his first glimpse of Ryan. “Jane... he's beautiful,” he exclaimed as he stroked Ryan's cheek.

“He is, isn't he,” Jane replied sounding choked up. “Thank you...” she whispered as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

“You have no idea how glad I am I could help,” Asher replied and Beau could see that his eyes weren't exactly dry either.

What's not to love about reunion sex?!

I realised today that it has been a long time since I posted an excerpt on my blog!  The last few samples of my writing I have posted, have been the 'Georgia & Zoe' stories, and while I love the series, I thought it was time I shared something a little different!  This excerpt is from a story I haven't really shared on here yet, so I will give you a little background...

Long story short
Leah and Jane (girlfriends) meet Asher at a party and an innocent night of threesome fun turns into so much more.  They quickly become best friends, and when Asher offers to act as sperm donor for the women, they agree.  Jane soon gets pregnant, and the friendship continues as usual...

... there is SO much more to this story, but where would the fun be in giving too much away too soon?

This specific excerpt focuses mainly on Asher and Jane, and the reunion sex they have when he gets back from being away for a month, visiting his parents.  Jane is around 12 weeks pregnant, and has moved from the 'so exhausted I can't move' phase, to the 'I am full of life and neeeeeeeeed sex, sex and more sex' phase...

If you want to download the (free) PDF file of this excerpt, you can do so by clicking this link:
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Three days later, after almost four hours on a plane, Asher met Leah and Jane at the airport. It had been just under a month since he'd seen them last, and when he saw them waiting at the arrivals lounge he grinned to himself. He'd missed them more than he'd realised, and as they launched themselves into his arms, he decided they had missed him just as much! The girls spoke excitedly as they drove home, telling him about their month and about what they had done during their time off. Asher told them about his month at home and about the discussion he'd had with his parents. The girls were both surprised he had told his parents so soon, but neither seemed to mind. In fact, he thought that Jane seemed almost relieved to find out that his parents knew. When it came down to it, he was glad he'd told them because he hated to keep things from his family, especially from his parents.

Because Asher had left his car at Leah and Jane's, that was their first port of call after the airport. When he followed the girls inside, Jane took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom, while Leah got her robe from behind the bedroom door and, after winking at them, went into the bathroom and closed the door.

“My poor girlfriend is exhausted from all the sex I have been neeeeeeeeeding...” Jane explained.

“Oh that is no good!” Asher joked and winked at her.

“I know, especially since I'm rather in the mood for sex, right now,” Jane stated innocently. Asher walked up to her and lightly kissed her on the neck.

“Funny, because now you mention it, so am I,” Asher replied, just as innocently.

“We could help each other, you know,” Jane suggested, as she moved her hands up the inside of Asher's t-shirt.

“That's a very good idea,” Asher commented as he pulled Jane's top up and off, then dropped it on the floor at their feet.

After Jane's top came off the rest of their clothes followed suit quickly, and as they stood together, naked and kissing, Asher realised how badly he had missed the sex. Putting his hands on the backs of Jane's thighs, Asher lifted her up and walked toward the bed, then lying her down carefully, climbed on top of her and began to kiss her. For a few minutes they only kissed, working each other into a state of horniness that eventually led to the need for their bodies to become connected in the most intimate of ways.

Asher let out a shuddery groan as he slid inside Jane, amazed by how wet she was and stunned by how good it felt to be back inside her after a month of their only contact being via the phone. Before he was inside her Asher had decided that it was going to be a slow experience, that the sex was going to be very lengthy – BUT – feeling her pussy around his cock, all of that flew out the window. There was no way the sex could be anything but hard and fast. Jane wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper inside; Asher kissed her hungrily, and smirked against her mouth as she let out a loud moan of delight. How he had missed those sexy little noises of hers!

Asher started to move against Jane, spurred on by all the pent up need that he felt. There was a month's worth of sexual tension built up inside him, and it needed a release, immediately. Jane moved her hips in time with his, her thighs so tight around his waist that her ass was off the bed, meaning Asher could hit deeper and harder. He found himself groaning as Jane's pussy started to clench around his cock, and when he put his hands under Jane's shoulders, he was able to hit harder still – the cries coming from Jane suggesting it was just what she needed – his own groans signalling to her that it was what he needed too.

Jane cried out loudly as he started to move harder against her, and he was sure that from the bathroom he could hear the faint sounds of Leah moaning as well. Jane raised an eyebrow at him, telling him she had heard Leah's moans too. Jane's pussy started to squeeze his cock tighter and Asher forgot all about Leah's distant moans as he concentrated on the feeling of Jane's pussy around his cock. If it was possible, she was even wetter than usual, and Asher realised it was probably a pleasant side effect of pregnancy. If she was hornier than normal, it made sense for her to also be wetter than normal. When Jane moaned the word 'harder' Asher put his sole focus on pounding into Jane as hard as he could and was quickly rewarded by louder cries, and tighter contractions of her pussy around him.

As Jane's cries grew louder and more high pitched, Asher started to move as hard as he possibly could. He could feel the pressure building inside his cock and could also feel the pressure building inside Jane. She was extremely swollen and wet and it felt simply amazing. The faster Asher moved against her, the more friction that caused against his cock, and the increase in friction caused more pressure to build deep inside him. When Jane began making her telltale screamy squeals, Asher started to pound harder and harder against her, until – with a loud scream – she came, her nails digging into his shoulders, legs tight around waist, her entire body going stiff. Asher slammed into her another three times and then his own orgasm hit, and he let out a loud groan as he felt his release finally happen. He pushed into her one final time and then collapsed on top of her.

Eventually Asher rolled off Jane, but neither of them could form words, neither of them could even smile or laugh. All they could muster were the deep, loud, exhausted gasps of two people who had just experienced monstrous orgasms. Which they had. Leah came into the room while they were still lying in their useless post-orgasmic state, and taking her robe off, climbed onto the bed on the other side of him. She pulled the blankets up over them and for the next hour they all slept. Upon waking Leah decided that she was still too tired from sex, so went out to the lounge to watch DVDs and left Jane and Asher to get better reacquainted. For for the rest of the day he and Jane made up for lost time – with orgasm after orgasm after orgasm – after orgasm.

My Sexy Saturday, week 41

Welcome to week 41 of  the 'My Sexy Saturday' blog hop!  For those of you who don't know what 'My Sexy Saturday' is, it is a chance for writers to share 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs of a published work, or a work in progress, based on a different sexy theme each week.

This week the theme is 'My Sexy Rebellion', and my excerpt revolves around India, 'rebelling' by standing up for herself against her family.

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James hadn't expected Holly to cry when he said he wasn't going to be staying there that night, but he promised to come back with a special treat for her and that seemed to stop the tears. The trip to the city seemed to take longer than usual but in reality it hadn't been... he just badly needed to be with India and that seemed to make the time drag. As he drove down the now familiar street that India's house was on, he realised that he had no idea what he was going to say to her family, he also had no idea what type of reception he could expect. When he parked outside India's house he took a few deep breaths before getting out of his car and walking up the front path. Stopping when he got to the front door, he took another few breaths and then knocked. India opened the door almost immediately and when she saw him she threw herself into his arms.

“I'm so glad you're here,” India said and he quickly realised she was crying.

“I couldn't not come,” James told her and held her tightly while she cried, her tears making one patch of the shoulder of his shirt damp.

“I can't be here,” India whispered and looked at him miserably.

“You want to go to my house for the night?” James asked and India nodded then shook her head.

“Yes... tonight... but... is it still okay if I spend Christmas with you?” India whispered and James nodded.

“Of course it is... Lily told me before I left that if you wanted to come back with me that's fine,” James reassured her.

“I think I'm being unreasonable and maybe a little selfish, but I cannot handle spending Christmas watching THAT woman being all affectionate with my dad... and my sister is already bitching at me about the state of my house, the state of my diet, and the state of my life in general,” India whispered, and he could tell how emotionally drained she was.

“You want me to come in when you tell them, or shall I stay out here?” James asked.

“Come with me... please...” India begged and he nodded.

“Let;s do it... then you can pack and we can escape to my house,” James suggested and India nodded in agreement, before leading him inside. James felt uncomfortable when they went into the lounge and everyone stared at him. He squeezed India's hand and smiled encouraginginly at her.

“Um you guys, change of plans. I am not going to be spending Christmas here. I am not comfortable having the woman who is trying to take mum's place spending what used to be such a special time of the year with us,” India started, before turning to her sister. “Crystal, I feel like I'm constantly being judged when you are here and I know now that I don't have to put up with it, especially not in my own house. I know that my life is different from yours but I am happy and I happen to love my life... I will not have you telling me my house is a mess and that I'm fat and unhealthy. I may be all of those things compared to you, but really I'm a normal person,” she said, her voice shaking. India turned to her dad and continued, “Dad, I love you but I don't want to spend time with you with Clare around, it was just rude of you to bring her for Christmas and I guess it's my fault for not saying no when I really wanted to, but that's not the point,” she said emotionally. “I am sorry you've all come all this way to spend Christmas here but it's not going to happen. Clare's parents are here and I know we were all invited to their house so you might as well go there. I am sorry, I know you will all hate me for this, but I need to put myself first for once. I am going with James and don't plan on coming back for a few days. Maybe we can try again next year,” India finished, sounding more confident than she probably felt.

“What the hell, India?” Crystal exclaimed, and India shook her head.

“No, I'm not explaining myself. I am going to pack my bag then I am going with James. You guys can stay here tonight, but I won't be here,” India said calmly.

“You're not even going to introduce us to the man who has ruined our family Christmas?” her Dad asked and India laughed in a way that James could only describe as evil.

“That would be you dad, that would be you,” India retorted. “Everyone, James... James, everyone,” she muttered, getting the official introductions out of the way. India's sister stood up.

“We don't have to put up with this... I hope your Christmas is shitty and your life is the same... Come on Jake, we'll go and check into a hotel,” Crystal said and her husband stood up then followed her down the hall toward the bedroom they were obviously sleeping in.

India led James down to her bedroom and then collapsed on the bed and started crying. James held her and stroked her back while she cried all the tears that needed to be released, afterward she looked up at him and smiled sadly.

“I can't believe I basically just told my family to fuck off,” India sighed.

“I think you did what you needed to do... and you were right when you said you need to put yourself first... you DO, and you just did. I know it won't mean a lot, but I'm proud of you,” James told her soothingly.

“I don't know if it's a bad or a good thing that I don't feel guilty about it,” India commented and James kissed her on the forehead.

“I think that is all the proof you need that you did the right thing,” James suggested and India nodded.

“Perhaps,” she replied and cuddled up to him.

“Come on... let's get your stuff packed and we can go back to my house or straight out to the beach, whichever you prefer,” James said and India smiled at him.

“Do you think your family will mind if we head back there tonight?” India asked. “I just want to get away from here... my house, this city,” she added.

“I will text Lily and let her know incase they are planning on some pre-Christmas public living space sex,” James joked, knowing that in her 'condition' there was going to be no way Lily was going to be doing THAT, but still they weren't expecting him back so it was the polite thing to do.

While India packed her bag James texted Lily saying 'More drama going on than I realised, is it okay with you if me AND India come back tonight?' and Lily replied a few minutes later saying 'That is fine, is she staying for Christmas?'. James replied, 'Yea for Christmas if that is okay' and when Lily replied a couple of minutes later saying 'Yay, I can't wait to meet the woman who has made you so happy!' he showed India the text and she smiled at him.

“Your family has already been nicer to me than mine this Christmas,” India mused and James smiled at her.

“My family hasn't had their lives turned on their heads this year though,” James reminded her and India sighed.
“I guess so...” India agreed and when they heard the front door slamming she sighed again. “I presume that's my family clearing out,” she commented and James took her in his arms and held her.

“We can deal with your family later, but how about for now we try and concentrate on having a good Christmas and a nice week away together,” James suggested.

“That sounds perfect,” India replied and reached up on her tip toes so she could kiss him.