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My Sexy Saturday — Bring It Home for Sexy

So as the title of this post says–bring it home for sexy! I am pleased to announce that TO OBEY HER edited by Jillian Boyd is now available for sale!!! Here is a glimpse of my story to amp your sexy!!!

Not one for public demonstrations of affection, Annette melted when she felt Sabrina’s hand high on her thigh under the table after she sat down. She could not remember what it felt like to be in love before she was in love with Sabrina. Annette closed her eyes with pleasure, as Sabrina gripped her thigh with possession.

She loved Sabrina, it scared and thrilled her. Her leg curled around her calf, as she shifted under Sabrina’s lazy, but possessive touch.

“Are you wet?” Sabrina asked her under her breath.

Annette nodded vigorously, then realized that Sabrina was not looking at her.

Hot enough for you? Plenty more where that came from!!!

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Wicked Wednesday #200 — The Best/ KOTW: March 16-31: Kidnapping/Captive

Colin was the best lover that Polly had ever had, and that was not to diminish any of her other lovers. Sex with Oscar had made her toes curl, and her eyes roll back into her head. But with Colin, she had experienced all of her darker fantasies to the fullest. He had made her feel things that she thought to herself, but never imagined that she would experience with someone until she did with him. Polly had always been the logical one, but her fantasies were especially dark, taboo and intricate. When she was with Colin, he made everything seem possible.

When she told him that she wanted to be abducted, that she wanted him to pretend to abduct her, it was easy for him to make that realistic for her. As young lovers, they craved the darker side of love. Polly embraced the idea of dark love, because it was love and like nothing that she had known that was sweeter and had broken all the same.

She had been in bed one night, but she did not know that he was going to initiate the game. He would not tell her when he was going to, but he would. When he covered her mouth with his hand, part of her wanted to bite his him because they had discussed the harder that she fought would make it more fun for him. She nibbled on the inside of his palm. He slapped her hard enough that she felt the sting, but not hard enough to really bruise her face. Colin bit her neck, and she thought she felt her skin break.

“I am not going to cover your eyes, but you better not turn around or I am going to really hurt you…” he said, panting. “I want you to look, and see what I am going to do to you…”

On her knees, Polly whimpered a little bit. It was what she wanted, but it still scared her to death. He ripped her nightgown off, and slapped her backside. Polly gasped when she heard him undo his belt, she cried out when she felt the buckle against the small of her back. He wrapped the belt about her waist, and used it as a tether to keep her close to him.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror.”

Polly obeyed him, she desperately sought his eyes in their reflection. He never looked at her, he just pulled her with his belt. She watched him, pull her into submission. She never came so hard as she did, when he pulled her close to him.

When he undid his belt in front of her now, Polly felt a Pavlovian response. They had not played any of the dark games they had played when they were younger for years, and Polly bit her lip. Her fantasies were even darker…and she wanted him to envelope her in it now that they were making love for the first time in years…

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waterhouse via wikipedia

Masturbation Monday No. 82

Nichy had not been on library duty for a few weeks, but now she had made up for lost time. Her colleague that she usually switched off with, was on a work trip that also included Renee and Gavin. Nichy only had Tyler of her group to hang out with, and he had so much work that she barely even saw him.

She was sitting at the desk with her hands folded. The library had to be manned, but most nights it was pretty empty. Nichy wondered why she had not gotten any emails from Renee or Gavin. It did not make her unduly nervous about them being away together, but it was awkward for her. She knew Renee was jealous of Gavin and Tyler, so she was not sure what could happen if they had a few drinks.

Nichy had barely spent any time with Renee or Tyler alone since Gavin came back. It was like he was hers again, and she was consumed with him. Even with the MJ fiasco. Gavin had decided not to go to the funeral, but had made a generous donation in honor of MJ’s mother’s charities.

But her mother dying had opened things up for their relationship to become more friendly. Nichy could not even blame him. MJ was a beautiful ballerina, and it was clear that she had had deep feelings for Gavin.

And he for her.

“Nichy!”

Nichy gasped when she saw Tyler standing in front of her.

“I am glad I came to check on you. I figured you might be lonely, and you were so lost in your own world you did not see me!”

She smiled at him, and he smiled back. His warm smile that crept up all the way to his eyes. Nichy had to admit, that she really had a crush on him. Unlike Gavin and Renee who were always friends of hers and so accessible to her, she had never really given Tyler a chance. Even when he flirted with her. She discounted him so easily, that she never thought it would amount to anything more with him and her.

Sitting at the bar where they always met as a group in the same booth where she sat with Gavin, her thigh was pressed to Tyler’s. Tyler’s breath smelled of the craft beer that he drank, as he pressed his lips to her shoulder. Out of her periphery vision, he looked so innocent. As she pressed her head to his, no one knew that she was getting the hand job of a lifetime. She was so wet, but where her finger would have slipped off of her clit…his thick fingers remained covering it. She closed her eyes, and gripped the edge of the tablecloth.

“Do you want me to take you into the bathroom like I did Renee, since I know you liked watching us? Or finish you off here?”

“Both,” Nichy mewled. “Both.”

Tyler flicked his finger nonchalantly, and she came so suddenly she lost her breath. His lips on her shoulder suddenly felt extra sensitive, and made her spasms even harder.

It felt like her clit and labia tremored for a while after she came, Tyler tugged at her hand and she thought of what she saw of him and Renee in the bathroom booth happening between them.

“Come home with me,” he said softly, and the sound of his voice made her tremble. “I can’t tear you apart like I need to in a bathroom stall…”
Nichy came when he said that, his fingers tracing her still wet labia. She nodded softly, then harder because she was not even able to speak.

She wanted him to tear her apart properly…

Very thankful for Steven Otero sending me this link, and this video—both inspired this post.

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photo by f dot leonora

Wicked Wednesday #199 — Books

Polly leaned against the stack of books in Colin’s library. Watching him, she was happy that she and Oscar had taken a break.

She was in Colin’s downtown New York apartment which was near the Strand, and thus he often got books there. In addition to his first editions and rare books—Colin could not resist a book. He had the same lust for them, that he had had for blood when they were going their faux vampire days as young lovers.

Now Colin was a professional collector of things, and right now it felt like he was collecting her. Polly stopped breathing when he stood in front of her.

“Why are you staring at me?” he asked.

Her mouth opened, but no words came out. Colin moved away from her, because she had let him drift away so many times before. She was not sure if he felt the shift, if the shift was hers alone. But her lips remained parted, while she said nothing.

He smiled at her, and turned around. Polly pressed her lips to his neck, and closed her eyes taking in his scent. Clean and crisp, like cotton of the his shirt.

“Don’t,” he said, even as his neck pushed against her lips. Polly pulled away, and bit her lip. Colin turned and looked at her, she let her eyes fall to the floor. He put his finger on her lip, and caressed its curve. “Why did you kiss my neck?”

“I’m sorry…”
“You told me not to touch you, and you kiss me? What do you want me to do?”

“Colin…”

He stared at her, and his eyes always undid her. She moved slowly as if under his spell.

“Stay like that. Don’t move…” he whispered, barely audibly.

Polly stood statuesque by the spiraled column of books. Colin caressed her jawbone, and leaned in as if to kiss her.

But he didn’t.

She remained perfectly still as he caressed her clavicle, his finger softer than the air, but making between her legs pulse like a drum. He circled her hard nipple, before he palmed her entire breast in his hand. He covered both of her breasts in his palms, and only the gauzy material of her blouse separated his hands from her bare skin.

Polly was so hungry for his touch, but she remained perfectly still. Perfectly poised, without straining for him. Even though her skin craved him. His hand on her left breast moved softly with the drumming of her heart. He pressed his lips to her neck, and her mouth opened with a ravenous moan, breaking her silence.

But her body remained still with desire…

There are AMAZING posts for this week’s theme “books.” You can read them all here.

I am a true bibliophile! Read my nonfiction take on books on LN Bey’s blog, Kinked Ink: Eroticists’ Favorite Erotica.

books photo by f dot leonora

Friday Flash No. 2 — XXX

When she was a teenager, she walked past an XXX movie theater going to school every day. She was naive about sex, so she stared at those glossy pornographic images with preternatural adolescent interest. Especially the one of the lady with the fruit salad between her legs, holding a fork above the fresh fruit.

But it was now, late at night with him in one of the passages that led from one forty-somethingeth street to another, that she felt the most salacious she ever had in Times Square. He kissed her neck, and slapped her thigh as he pulled it about him.

She did not know how to resist him. He made her feel like she would do anything with him, anywhere.

And she was.

His fingers moved in a tight maze over her thigh to her wet lips. She wanted him, he did not have to question it one bit. Her panties were soft and damp, and her hips undulated intuitively as he stroked just the very edge of her lips.

She pulled his hair, the long strands that fell about his shoulders. Her tongue reached out for the sweat on his skin, derived from the set that he had performed at a nearby bar. She was in the audience, she loved watching him. The him that bloomed onstage with the music that he loved. He played the drums like he was possessed, and the rhythm went though her body like a jungle melody. She knew he was going home with her, she knew she was going to be with him like this.

When she pulled his hair, his breath deepened and she knew that he was aroused. She did not care if anyone walked by and saw. They were shadowed, but she did not care. Times Square was cleansed for those who did not look deep enough, for the XXX exposed but hidden there.

He pulled her hair, and she moaned. His scent and his heat, seared her like a brand. She could not press her legs together, he held her open and she licked her lips.

Her lips pursed…

XXX

There! I have contributed my own XXX story for Friday Flash–won’t you join me???

photo by f dot leonora

Masturbation Monday No. 81 — Make Me Sweat

Nichy lie in a puddle on her bed, she could still feel Gavin inside her. He was getting more or less dressed beside her.

MJ was coming to her apartment.

“I was just startled to see her name Nichy, it was not like I actually called you MJ,” he had said to her.

Nichy knew in her heart of hearts he was right, but hearing his ex’s name while he was inside her.

While she came….

She tried to convince Gavin that he did not have to prove anything to her. It was not like they had to do that. He asked her if he could ask MJ to her place, because it would make a statement.

And it sure did.

Maggie Jane walked into his house in slouchy dancer clothes. Her long, shapely legs were adorned with leg warmers, and she had on a mini dress over opaque tights. She still looked like a goddess, even dressed like that. Nichy threw on a slip, and a silk robe. She stood in her living room to acknowledge Maggie Jane.

“Thank you for letting me come over,” Maggie Jane smiled at Nichy.

Nichy nodded, and went to go back to her bedroom. Gavin looked at her with a desperate expression on his face.

“Nichy…” His voice stopped her from moving. “Nichy, whatever MJ has to say to me, she can say in front of you.”

Nichy saw the exasperation on Maggie Jane’s face.

“Fine,” Maggie Jane said, looking between them. “I just wanted to let you know that my mother died, and that I am going to be out of town.”

Nichy sat on her bed in her room alone, before she even realized she had left. Gavin had been close with Maggie Jane’s mother, and they were reminiscing. There was no reason to have to be between them playing the jealous girlfriend.

Her phone buzzed on her dresser, and she picked it up. Happy for the distraction. This time when she saw the peach, it was Renee with her legs spread open.

Thinking about you… the text from Renee said simply.

She was going to text Renee, when she saw that she had another text. Seeing Tyler’s name made her pause. Renee and her were lovers now, but Renee had always texted her about something or another because they had been friends first. But with Tyler, she never got texts until they became lovers.

Hey baby…he had texted her. His full erection was in his fist, and she saw a look of complete ecstasy on his face.

The fact that both of them had texted her separately was endearing to her.

She was on their minds even though they were not with her, and she realized that their connection was intense. She pulled off her silk robe and nightgown, and seeing her own naked reflection made her twitch even more between her legs. Nichy put one leg up on the bed, before lying back and placing her fingers over the naked flesh between them. She pressed the button for video, as she played with her damp hair there. She sent the salacious video to Renee and Tyler.

Thinking of you too…she texted, before she got under the sheets. It was while later, that she heard the front door of her apartment close. She closed her eyes, anticipating Gavin getting back into bed with her.

“You’re amazing…” He breathed between her shoulder blades when he got back into the bed, before cradling her breasts.

“I am sorry for your loss…” she said absently.
“MJ’s…yeah…” he whispered, then even more quietly. “I am not thinking about anyone else when I am in bed with you…”
The timbre of his voice made her sweat with desire…

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sweat via wikipedia

Masturbation Monday No. 80

Nichy heard her breath deepen as she lie on her side. Gavin’s arm was stretched out in possession it felt like, across her body.

And she loved it.

He had made love to her like a madman. She barely had time to catch her breath when they went to his place.

He pulled her hair, and she rolled her neck in response inside the apartment. She closed her eyes at the soothing sensation, as he pressed her up against the wall and rolled her head against the wall. The sound of her head bobbing the wall mirrored the throb of her heart and between her legs. His lips seared her when they touched her skin.

“I wanted to touch you the entire time I was away Nichy…” Gavin said, against her neck.

Later Nichy nuzzled into him as they spooned. She felt safe and protected, with his body behind hers. His breath comforted her.

On her dresser, she saw her phone flash in the dark. The quick glimpse of a juicy peach let her know it was Renee. She picked up the phone, and when she did she saw Renee and Tyler. Tyler was curled over Renee, who was on all fours. The image was a reflection from the mirror, in what Nichy assumed must have been Tyler’s apartment where she had never been.

She snuggled deeper into Gavin, the warmth of his body and the lack of pretense. She knew Renee and Tyler were giving it to her because she was with Gavin. Renee had been all over her before she got to the airport, and Tyler had nagged her so much about her never going to his place. The picture of them having sex was manipulative, and she felt happy that was not what she and Gavin were about.

He wrapped his arm about her breasts and kissed her neck right then.

Nichy savored his touch.

“Gavin?” she whispered.

He did not answer and she realized he was still asleep. She closed her eyes but then she caught a flash of his phone. She saw MJ from Spider Man, and her blood ran cold. Gavin had told her that he used to call his ex Maggie Jane, MJ. And for her, he used the MJ image on his phone as his image for her.

Nichy’s nipples became icy under his touch. She knew that they were not committed, and that was why she was able to get involved with Renee and Tyler while he was away. But he had told her that he was not in contact with MJ anymore. Why was she calling him this late at night?

Her nipples warmed, as Gavin caressed them. He kissed her neck, and her breath became heavier. When he touched her, she stopped thinking about MJ. He was with her, and her body ached for him. Her body responded to him with the same ease, with which she slipped under him and he covered her body.

His phone buzzed, and she looked up at him.

“MJ,” he said, under his breath.

While he was still inside her…

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MJ via wikipedia

Kink of the Week, March 1-15: Needle Play

It was an accident really.

Laura was enjoying herself with Charles, her body arched up toward him and his hands splayed over the small of her back. She felt so cherished beneath his hands, so she was startled when she felt something like a third hand from Charles scratch her.

It was not until after when she was spooning with him, that he kissed her back and told her he tasted blood. There was a spring poking out of the mattress, and she had an ugly scratch on her back that she did not even fully feel because she was floating with endorphins from their lovemaking.

It was then, that she wanted to play with sharp instruments while they were having sex. Something about being so aroused that she did not feel pain, turned her on hard.

They played with a knife, with the thorns of a rose…safety pins and finally needles.

When Charles caressed her earlobes with a needle while he was kissing her neck, Laura actually responded to the sharp tip as if he had touched her clit. It was a sharp sensation, but felt nice as he caressed her earlobe. When he scratched her ear with the needle, she closed her eyes and like always…she came. She started to need that extra roughness to come, or more so she needed the sharp pinch to contrast her orgasm. Like sweet and sour, she needed both extremes to come.

Wanting even more, wanting to be pushed even more, she started looking at needle art.

Maybe a temporary corset? She saw a picture in a magazine for an alternative model. The woman looked like Bettie Page, and in her full-color spread, she had a gorgeous temporary corset piercing. Big pins kept the corset’s ribbons in place.

Laura noticed that that model was going to be in her city, on a book tour for her coffee table book on corset piercings. The book was expensive, but Laura wanted to talk to her. She wanted to know more.

On the line, she caressed the tip of her finger with a safety pin. Laura even liked solo needle play now. She would slip the needles thought the very tip of her finger, and then play with herself. Once the needle just grazed her clitoris…

…and she came so hard.

Squeezing her legs together and playing with the needle, she came right there on the line. Right before she was to talk with the fetish model, and she was so embarrassed because she was panting and sweating.

Laura got off the line.

At home, she caressed her clit after she took the needles out of her fingers. She had raised skin on the tips of her fingers, and she caressed herself with those tips. The roughness was not as good as a pin, but it did make her feel so sensitive…she came again. She made herself come over and over.

Finally, on the bed with her legs spread and her eyes closed, she felt the tip of a needle on her stomach. Her eyes flew open.

She had not even heard Charles come in. When she opened her eyes, he was caressing her with a needle and she came harder than she had all afternoon…

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corset piercing via wikipedia

My Sexy Saturday — Sexy Says It All

Sexy does say it all! This “hands-free” erotic story I wrote for Hot Octopuss is silent, but the sexy does say a lot!!! Here is a snippet from “The Sound of (Not Quite) Silent!”

Liz’s boyfriend Ed came over every night—Janine could not blame Liz for needing the release after her long workday. Liz and Ed had sex every night.

Loudly.

The first time, they must have moved the bed because there was a loud dragging sound. Then soft moaning, which elevated into not so hushed whispers.

“Pull my hair,” Liz whispered loudly. “Harder.”

You can read the entire story on Hot Octopuss’s blog, and you can read more My Sexy Saturday here.