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My Sexy Saturday — My Sexy Day

My newest story for Lelo is based in the evening, but what happens surely makes it a sexy part of the day?! Peggy brings ice cream home for Jake, when she comes home from work…and he makes it very sexy for her…May I offer you a lick of ice cream???

‘Decadent…’ he murmured into her hair.

Peggy nodded, as he kissed her neck and took her hair out of its neat chignon. Her hair tumbled to the middle of her back, and soon was the only thing that covered her. She pushed her hair to the side, as Jake placed a scoop of ice cream on the small of her back. Feeling him lick the red pepper ice cream off of her back was a sweet sensation.

‘Delicious…’ he said.

Licking the ice cream scoop off of her was his favorite thing to do.

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Wicked Wednesday #201 — On the Edge

“I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ”

― Anaïs Nin

Eliza sat on the edge of the stool at the bar, Josephine smiled at her when she saw her.

“Who are you waiting for tonight?” Josephine asked with a smile.

Eliza smiled back.

“Guess…”

Josephine shook her head, before she added.

“Well, I am waiting for someone tonight as well…”

Eliza stared at her friend. Josephine always looked amazing, but this night, she looked more like a pin-up girl than she usually did. Her makeup was flawless, and there was a natural flush in her cheeks.

“Someone special?”

Josephine grinned.

“Guess.”

“Touché!”

Josephine poured her some Laphroaig, and the smoky scent soothed her. Eliza was a bit tipsy, when Oscar got there.

He pulled at his tie when he saw her, kissed her so hard that she sat more on the edge of her stool.

“I always get hard right away when I see you sitting at a bar, reminds me of the first time I saw you…”
Eliza closed her eyes as he kissed her neck, and slipped his hand under her dress.

“I’m completely wet…” she countered, as if there were a competition to see who was more aroused.

“Get a room…” Josephine whispered with a smile, as she put down Oscar’s drink.

Covered in a curtain of Oscar, Eliza remained precariously on the edge of the bar stool as he covered her with his body. It was not until in a moment of lustful drunkenness, that she saw Fiona and Alice. Eliza sat up straight at this point, and Oscar held her as he looked where she looked. Both of their eyes fell on Josephine. Josephine who had been ebullient before the arrival, the other two women became introspective.

Fiona looked at Josephine, who smiled quickly and even more quickly placed their drinks in front of them. Fiona then looked at Eliza who she noticed after a long while with Oscar, at this point once she knew that Rafe and Eliza had an open relationship, she was not as judgmental.

Josephine excused herself to the bathroom. Eliza kissed Oscar passionately, chewing on his lower lip for a long time before she got up and followed Josephine into the bathroom.

Josephine looked in the mirror with wet eyes. She looked on the edge of a nervous breakdown.

“What is the matter babe?”Eliza asked her friend, touching her shoulder.

“She did not tell me and you know? I would not have stayed away because of a girlfriend, but she could have told me…”

“Fiona?”

Josephine stared at her friend, glossy-eyed.

“Who is Fiona? I am talking about Alice….” Josephine asked.
Eliza covered her mouth. She was not sure what to say, and sad she had penalized her sister-in-law to be again.

Josephine covered all of her body that she could, before she walked past Eliza.

Eliza was silent…

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Masturbation Monday No. 83 — Torn Apart

Nichy could not keep her eyes off of the way that Tyler’s body undulated as he lie on the bed. It was clear that he wanted her on top, and she did not have a problem with that. She was so completely hot for him already from the bar. It was would be extremely easy for her to pull up her clothes, and lower herself onto him.

Tyler was a tease, his body undulated and he was clearly as hard as hell. He took his good and sweet time, undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. Her clit thumped between her legs when she saw that he was not wearing underwear. His impressive erection was heavy and thick, and made her mouth water. Nichy pulled her clothes up unceremoniously, and played with her clit because she needed some stimulation before she worked her way down his shaft.

But she had no control. She was not in control at all as Tyler held her waist, and made her move as he wanted her to move. He was not gentle, but she wanted it rough. He had promised to tear her apart, and it felt like he was trying to.

“You like it?” he panted underneath her. “Show me, ride me…”

He slapped her backside on each cheek, and Nichy felt tears slide down her cheeks. Her tears were not from pain, but from pleasure. Tyler held her hips, and she rode him as hard as she could. She bit her tongue, because she rode him so hard. The more he slapped her ass, the harder she rode him. Until he slapped her ass so hard that she came by accident. Nichy had been trying to hold it, but he made her come before she was ready.

Her eyes sticky with tears, Nichy stayed still on him. She pulsed around him, and she felt when she made him come before he was ready to.

Payback is a bitch, she thought with a smile.

Nichy kissed his nipples after, and caressed his stomach. He had made her feel so good, that she still could feel where he had been inside her. Every part of her that he had touched deep inside. She was surprised that she felt this content with him, there was no place else in the world that she would rather be and she closed her eyes kissing his chest.

“You’re beautiful,” Tyler whispered to her.

Nichy’s eyes popped open when she felt him slip his thick fingers in her. His thick fingers, his thick shaft…Nichy loved his thickness. He fucked her so fiercely with his fingers, it was almost like he was inside her again.

She moved against his hand, humped it like a dog in heat.

“You’re tearing me apart…” she cried.

“I promised that I would…”

He pulled her onto him, but this time not to ride him, but so that he could kiss her. Her mouth, her neck, her breasts…

Nichy bit her tongue on purpose this time.

The words that almost slipped out of her mouth, would have ruined everything…

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Sinful Sunday, Week 260: Blinds

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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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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…

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Sinful Sunday, Week 259: The End of Lent

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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.

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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

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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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