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Masturbation Monday No. 67 & Kink of the Week Dec. 1-15: Brutalism/Concrete

The thundering that separated her and Gavin, came down the stairs past Nichy and she could not even move. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Gavin come back up the stairs.

“You okay?” he asked, cupping her chin with his hand.

Nichy stared at him, gulped and nodded. They kissed, picking right up from where they left off. Nichy unbuckled his belt again, and pulled him right out of his pants. The feeling of his shaft in her hand as she stroked it–squeezed it–made her hot in the stairwell. Her temples were damp as her tongue explored Gavin’s with desperation–she was moist everywhere.

She pulled and tugged on his shaft, until he put his hand over hers.

“So you like it rough?” he asked, his mouth moist against her ear.

Nichy’s lips were parted, but she did not answer with words as she tugged at him.

He pushed her up against the wall, and her shoulder blades hit against the exposed concrete bricks because they were working in the stairwell of their building. Gavin pulled her hair, and chewed on her bottom lip.

His hand still in her hair, Gavin held her hair like a leash as they went all the way down several flights of stairs where there was no exit. Nichy’s lips felt swollen, as he pushed her up against more exposed concrete. His mouth was hot on hers, but the concrete was cool against her head as she rolled against it.

Gavin’s body was like being too close to a flame, she had never felt anything as intense as this between them. Even when they fooled around before it was not this intense. Nichy squirmed against him, demanding more from him. She kissed his chest, and he pulled up her dress, and she felt the small vibration of a run in her ultra sheer stockings against her ass. Gavin hooked his finger in the run, and tore the rest of her pantyhose. Only then did she pause in jerking him off.

“I want you inside me…finally…” Nichy said.

“Just a moment,” he said, pressing her to the concrete wall. He pulled out his wallet, and behind the bills and cards were condoms. “Do you want to put it on me?”

“If I out it on you, you will come,” Nichy giggled.

Gavin kissed her giggling mouth, as he opened the condom wrapper. Nichy pressed herself against the wall, and pulled her pantyhose down. She had just shimmied them down to her knees, when he grabbed her hips and pushed into her.

The feeling of being full was so overwhelming, that Nichy was torn between the feeling of actually having sex with Gavin and the actually having sex with him. Her thoughts were drunken, but the harshness of the exposed concrete behind her–against her head, against her shoulder blades, upper arms and ass was sobering. Her mind was in so many places until he hit just the right spot. She bit down on his lip, and he slapped her hip. To be with him, she took the unforgivingness of the wall as her cushion and embraced it. She clutched Gavin so tight, and they kissed so fiercely that she was barely breathing. But she was more alive than she had ever been for a long time. Having craved this, having craved this thing between them right that minute.

She never wanted it to end.

Nichy came as if she had been shot. Frozen against the wall, her body moved with Gavin’s until he was still. She kissed him all over, and looked down as he held the base of the condom and slipped out of her. They looked at each other with shit-eating grins, because they had finally done it. She pressed her head to the concrete, and smiled at him.

Melting.

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Sinful Sunday, Week 244: Swarovski

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My Sexy Saturday: Her Sexy Fantasy

As promised picking up from last week, I bring you into the “sexy” galaxy of my NaNoWriMo novel! This novel was based on this story I wrote about dirty panties–but it had a mind of its own and got into a lot of other things–I still have not finished writing it! But here is another glimpse of it…

“So again what is a classy girl like you doing in a joint like this?”

She did not know if he was being facetious when he said that to her, but she looked at him through a cloud of smoke.

“Why does it matter to you about a girl like me?”

“Because maybe I was waiting for you sugar…”

She was not sure where he got that line from, but it worked on her like hell.

She went with him to the side entrance of the bar, and he opened the door for her and let her into his office. Saoirse looked around at him, and he was so close to her it felt like she would combust.

This scene is a combination of Saoirse’s sexy fantasy and reality…for more sexy fantasies, go here…

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Wicked Wednesday #184 — Boundaries

“Eliza and Rafe are a lovely couple, aren’t they?”
Margaux sipped her tea with a soft smile as she looked at her sister, then feared that her cup went down with more of a thump than she had meant it to.“I knew it!” Laure said, eyeing her sister with righteous glee and pounding the table. I saw how you were looking at Rafe, and how he was looking at you…” “Stop it Laure! I was not looking at anybody like anything! Particularly not a married man!”

“He’s not married…”

“Engaged is basically married, and I want no part of that…”

Margaux got up, and walked out onto the balcony. She hoped that her sister would not follow her because she wanted a moment to herself, to look out at New York City which was not strange to her but was not home like Paris was.

It had been easy for her to forget about Eliza and Rafe when she saw them the first time, but the second time it was harder for her because she was very attracted to Rafe. And with the invisible leash that Eliza had on him, Margaux knew it was best to keep away from him.

But he spilled gravy on her, and and tried to make it as little of a deal as she could. She licked it off of her legs as comic relief, but she realized quickly it had not come off that way. When Margaux excused herself to the bathroom, she found herself aroused by the idea that Rafe had spilled warm gravy all over her legs. Her mind wandered quickly in ways she did not want it to, so she focused on cleaning up the gravy spill to center herself.

The rest of the evening went well, and without incident. Margaux had shaken Rafe from her thoughts, when Laure made her spot-on observation. Laure and her were almost like twins, they were so in tune with each other. It made her happy to see Laure in New York happy, and in her element.

Moving to New York was invigorating for her, or it would be. She had already made some contacts, and was finding work even outside of being a fetish model. At one of her shoots, she was in the background for an upcoming starlet’s magazine spread who also had a retro look to her. After the shoot they had had coffee together, and now they were becoming something of friends.

“I could introduce you to Marcus,” Carla said casually, since she was on first name terms with the very sexy actor of a show that Margaux was now caught up on since she was in the States. “You are beautiful, he will love you!”

“Sure!” she had said to Carla, who she was going to see later that day.

Margaux knew she was classically beautiful, she was not ashamed of that. Rafe had looked at her like most men look at her, recognizing she was beautiful but his invisible leash reined him in. Margaux knew that she had to put her own invisible leash on.

She was not about to have another tragic affair, in her so far theatrical love life…

She had to have boundaries…

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Guest Blogger Kay Jaybee Kinks Up Christmas!!!

Kay Jaybee is one sexy lady, as well as warm and lovely. She was kind enough to invite me to guest on her blog, and I have been clamoring to have her on mine! Here she is–kinking up Christmas with her new re-release, Christmas Kink!

Christmas Kink: Sexy Seasonalness

This week I’m celebrating the re-launch of my festive anthology, Christmas Kink, by giving you the opportunity to pick it up on Amazon Countdown for ONLY 99p/99c!!

Originally, Christmas Kink was a 5 story collection that included the festive tales that I wrote for the much missed erotic eZine, Oysters and Chocolate. This year however, I have given my seasonal eBook a bit of a makeover. Not only does it have a lovely new cover, but also a HOT new story- which might just be a bit orgy-like….

Blurb

What’s your favourite part of the Christmas celebration? Decorating the tree with tinsel, the heavenly aroma of cinnamon and fruit from Christmas cakes and puddings, the office Christmas party, a visit to Santa’s grotto, the expected presents?
Complete with a brand new story for 2015, Christmas Kink twists all of these festive traditions into six individual episodes of hot erotica that will leave you fanning yourself with the nearest Christmas card…

Here’s a tasty taster from the first story in the anthology…

Extract – Santa’s Little Helper

Jay gazed approvingly at her reflection in the tinsel-decorated mirror. The gold material shimmered as she turned from side-to-side. Cut to fit tightly against her chest, the bodice section gave way to an extremely short, almost tutu-style skirt, of the finest silvery gauze.

Her fingers trailed through the soft folds before she reached around to stroke the feather like wings that protruded from her back.

The fabric curtain was drawn back and the sales assistant drew a breath. ‘You are possibly the most beautiful fairy ever destined to top a Christmas tree.’ He pulled the ties tighter at the back of the bodice, forcing Jay to stand up taller. ‘You are also the sexiest.’ He pushed two exquisite high-heeled shoes towards her white-stocking-clad feet, enjoying the view as her tiny gold thong flashed in front of his eyes when she bent slightly to slip them on.

As a final touch he slid a delicate glittering tiara onto her short curled hair, and put a wand in her hand. ‘Now, all that’s missing is a smile.’

‘I am smiling.’

‘That’s not a smile, that’s the evil grin of a wicked slut who knows that every guy that claps eyes on you is going to be asking Santa Claus if he can screw you for Christmas.’ …

Romantic and steamy, with a touch of S&M, a sprinkling of cinnamon (yes, really), pony play, a little red dress, a kinky fairy, well placed decorations, and a winter time woodland orgy! I think there’s little festive kink in this anthology for everyone…

Enjoy your festive bargain!!

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Thanks ever so much for inviting me over today.

Wishing you all a very Merry Christmas,

Kay xx

Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO. Kay also received an honouree mention at the NLA Awards 2015 for excellence in BDSM writing.

Kay Jaybee wrote The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat, Knowing Her Place, Xcite 2011-14), The Voyeur, (Xcite 2012), Making Him Wait (Sweetmeats, 2012), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2013), Digging Deep, (Xcite 2013), Not Her Type (1001 NightsPress, 2013), and The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012).

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Masturbation Monday No. 66 — Blue

Nichy still could not get Maggie out of her mind from the night before. Gavin had casually mentioned Maggie without mentioning she was the former ballerina, Maggie Jane Heart. Nichy had to look up at her when she met her, Maggie reminded her of her favorite principal dancer at the New York City Ballet. Except Maggie was taller than that dancer, so was about an inch shorter than Gavin. Maggie looked embarrassed that Nichy was there, but Nichy was the one who felt intimidated when the other woman walked into the apartment briefly.

Gavin had closed the door behind her when she left, and wrapped his arms about Nichy. But anything that Nichy could have felt in terms of arousal was shot. The murder in the building had not made her so anxious, but Maggie did.

Nichy took a cab home, and texted Gavin that she was okay. In the morning when she got to work, he was already there.

“Do you want to have coffee?” he questioned her, before she had even put her bag down.

“Okay,” she said, and put her things away quickly.

They went down the stairs together.

“You could have told me that your ex was famous.” Nichy began beside him.

“Maggie has not danced for a few years, she does not talk about that side of her life even.”

“Well I saw her dance before live, and she was amazing. I could barely speak to her when I saw her…”

“Why would you be tongue-tied around Maggie, when you and I…” Gavin pressed her against the wall in the stairwell, stopping. “You gave me a hell of a case of blue balls last night. I wanted you Nichy, and you left me…”

Nichy looked up at him breathlessly, and he kissed her before she could say a word. He pressed himself against her, kissed her neck and held her hand. Nichy squeezed his hand in hers and gasped as he sucked on her neck, and slipped her hand inside his pants. She caressed his stomach, as he unbuckled his belt. Nichy grabbed the buckle that hit the back of her hand, before he took her hand in his again and brought her to grip him. She had never heard such an arousing sound as the moan that came from deep within his chest which she could feel because they were that close.

If they decided to have sex right there in the stairwell, she would not have cared because she was sure some part of her lower anatomy was as blue as his balls.

The rumble of someone running above was like thunder. Gavin slipped himself back into his pants, and buckled his belt again. Nichy stayed against the wall even as he started down the stairs—blue between her legs, and blue in her head…

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Sinful Sunday Week 243: Disco Ball

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My Sexy Saturday: Sexy Galaxy

This week’s My Sexy Saurday is an ode to the sci-fi writers among us which is great…but of which I am not one! I have never even seen Star Wars…

However, I did create a sexy galaxy of sorts–I finished NaNoWriMo! That is, I wrote (over) 50000 words–but I still need to finish my novel. My novel was born after I suggested dirty panties for Kink of the Week, and wrote this story. Over the next month, I am going to post samples from it. Here is a taste:

This was her second attempt. The first time she had rubbed herself so hard, she missed her orgasm with the wrong flick of her finger. She had pulled up her panties, and closed her legs which still vibrated with lost Eros.

She came like a crash, so suddenly she gasped. Cora gripped her hand between her legs at the top of her thighs, letting the vibration roll underneath it.

Her whole body was damp, and between her legs was so wet with her come that she could barely keep her grip on her clit. But she came this time, so she was good.

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Wicked Wednesday #183 — Tentacle Porn

It was not until Eliza was invited to another dinner at Martin and Laure’s house that she thought about Margaux—because she was still there. Eliza thought that she had returned to Paris, so she was really startled to see Margaux at the house.

“Hello,” Margaux said, embracing her and kissing her on both of her cheeks.

Eliza returned her kisses, and smiled at her. Margaux stepped in closer so she could hug Rafe, and Eliza held his hand tighter while they kissed.

At the table, they ended up sitting next to Margaux—well Rafe sat next to her. The theme for this dinner was not as sensual as the last one, but heavy on the elegance with waitstaff with slicked back hair and waistcoats. Dinner was beef again with a decadent wine gravy, that Eliza wished to dab the excess on her plate up with her fingers. She turned to looked over at Rafe, when she heard a loud crash.

“I am so sorry,” Rafe said to Margaux, who slowly rose from her seat to reveal the savory gravy all over her bare legs. She wiped her legs with napkins that were handed to her.

“I am so sorry,” Rafe repeated, covering his mouth and staring at her as she wiped up.

“It is not a big deal cheri,” she smiled, dabbing him with a gravy-soiled napkin. “Not a big deal at all, it is so savory…I could lick it off…” She dabbed some off of her leg, and licked it in Rafe’s face.

Eliza coughed, and stood up to attend Margaux—and to get between her and Rafe.

“Do you need any help?” Eliza questioned her softly.

Margaux licked more gravy off of her shapely legs, and licked it. Rafe stared at her, and Eliza was not sure he was breathing.

“Non,” Margaux said to her. “I will be right back…”

*****

Hours later, most of the dinner guests had left, but Eliza and Rafe were still there.

“I am so sorry about the gravy,” Rafe said to Margaux again, and Eliza could smell the wine on his breath.

“Oh, I have definitely had worse on me!” Margaux grinned sheepishly.

“You really have!” Laure said, looking at her sister with a knowing look.

“What, you sisters are keeping secrets? You have to share everything with your guests!” Rafe demanded, and Eliza downed her wine and reached for the bottle before someone could pour it for her.

“Well in Paris, and now here in New York,” Margaux looked at Laure, before she continued. “I work as a fetish model.”

“Like Bettie Page?” Rafe asked.

“Yes, exactly,” Margaux nodded, smiled and added shyly. “And since people are always saying I resemble Myrna Loy…”

“You do,” Eliza said, taking another sip of wine and not wanting to be forgotten. Not wanting anyone to forget that she was sitting next to her fiancé.

“Yes, so I get a lot of vintage and retro jobs…” Margaux continued. “But I did do some tentacle porny stuff. I was in vintage underwear, and this realistic looking tentacle thing was placed on me. It was creepy! But at least it was a photo still, and none of it went inside me, you know?”

“She is like Bettie Page to us?” Laure announced. “In our family, she is like our French Bettie Page. She does a lot of fetish stuff that looks like stuff Bettie Page would do. And some of the older pulp stuff too. She’s beautiful so…” Laure ran her hands through her sister’s hair. “But we tease her about it, I ask Martin how it feels have married the not-so sexy sister!”

“And I do not answer!” Martin burst out laughing.

“Smart man!” Rafe laughed, and the men looked at each other conspiratorially.

Eliza laughed, but she did not find anything funny really.

“We should have taken pictures of you with gravy on you!” Laure declared. “You even managed to make a gravy spill sexy—licking it off! It must be someone’s fetish after all!”

“I really am sorry,” Eliza heard Rafe whisper to Margaux again.

“I told you cheri, it was nothing. It was not tentacles after all…It was nothing…”

“Okay,” Rafe said, looking at her nodding.

But Eliza wondered if it was really nothing, as she put her wine glass down.

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Masturbation Monday No. 65/ Kink of the Week Nov 16 – 30: Strap-Ons

Nichy heard the shots, and she smelled the blood in her mouth from where she bit her lip from the shock of it.

Gavin opened his door, and pushed her inside. He locked the door, turned on the lights and put his gun on the table. Pressing his back against the door, he reached for Nichy’s waist.

“I am not going to let anybody or anything hurt you, nothing is going to happen to you Nichy…” He kissed her neck and it felt so good, but Nichy was too scared to be aroused. Gavin pulled her close to him, and kissed the top of her head. “The police are close by, and I am not going to open the door until I know what is going on out there…”

It was not long before there was a knock at the door. They had been waiting for it since the gunshots were so nearby.

“Police!”

Gavin tensed up against the door, and pushed Nichy gently to the side.

“Can I see your badge officer?”

Gavin turned, and opened the peephole. Satisfied, he opened the door.

The police explained that there was an investigation, and that they could not be specific, but had he heard anything?

“We both did,” Gavin said.

The police officer looked at Nichy,

“And you are?”

“This is Nicholette Bonaventure, my girlfriend…” Gavin said, and squeezed Nichy’s hand.

That was all that Nichy remembered. When the policeman walked out, when Gavin held her close again, when he closed the door and she took in his warm lovely scent…all she remembered was he had called her his girlfriend. She kissed him. He kissed her gently at first, then with more intent when she tugged on his belt buckle.

“Your girlfriend?” she questioned within their kiss.

“Well what else could you be Nichy? This has not been a game for me…”

He tugged her hair, kissed her and sucked on her lower lip. Nichy let her hands slide into his pants, before she unbuckled his belt and slipped her hands in completely. She smiled, surprised that he was not wearing anything underneath.

“Sexy…” she breathed, chewing on his earlobe.

“Yeah, you are—shall we go into the bedroom?”

Nichy bit his earlobe lightly in agreement, and he squeezed her hand again like he had when he called her his girlfriend. She liked being in his bedroom, it smelled like him and it was minimally decorated. The view from his bedroom window was expansive, and meant she could feel like an exhibitionist if she wanted to with him.

Gavin held her hand, even as he opened a drawer. Nichy kissed his crisp cotton shoulder, and noticed a dildo in his drawer. She reached into the drawer, still holding his hand as he pulled out condoms.

“I already have a competitor?” Gavin grinned.

“It’s impressive,” Nichy said, caressing the dildo riveted.

“My goodie drawer,” he smiled. “There are a lot of things I want to try with you…”

“With this?” Nichy said, waving the dildo in his face.

“One of my lovers used to like to wear a strap-on, and we played with that. I never tried it before, but I really liked it with her. I want to try it again with…my girlfriend.”

“I have never done that before, but I am open to trying anything with…my boyfriend.”

“But right now? I just want to get mine into you…” Gavin kissed her neck and caressed her backside, as he took the dildo from her and placed it beside a butt plug in the drawer.

Nichy would never have guessed that Gavin was such a kinkster. She liked the kind of sex they were going to have, but it was nice to know that there were going to be a lot of kinky times between them too…

Gavin took her hand again, and they sat on his bed. He kissed her, and caressed her down onto her side. She loved lying side by side kissing, their hands all over each other. Nichy reveled in the feeling of his shaft in her hands–so much nicer than his dildo’s. Under her dress, his fingers were twisted in her thong.

It did not take much her to want everything right away. She had waited long enough…

Gavin slipped his belt off, and caressed her with it.

“You are so soft…” he whisperted, pulling her dress up.

“Gavin? Gavin, are you in there?!”

Nichy sat up, in response to the banging and yelling at the front door.

“Gavin, I know you are in there. Just let me know you are okay? Gavin!!!”

Nichy stood up, and looked down at Gavin.

“Who is that?”

“GAVIN!!!”

“It is my neighbor,” Gavin said. “and my ex-girlfriend. Maggie will not stop knocking if she knows I am in here, so I have to get the door. Come with me. If she knows you are here…she might go away.”

Nichy walked to the door with him, emboldened that she was just about to have sex with him, and had that edge over the woman outside the door.

Maggie.

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