Masturbation Monday No. 212 — Over the Atlantic Ocean

Sabrina was happy to be on a plane heading back to New York, it felt like deja vu sitting next to Damaris who reminded her so much of Carole. London had been so full of ghosts for her, especially Camden. It was nice to be going back home.
“You must be happy to be going back home,” Damaris said softly, reading her mind incidentally. Damaris hated flying, and she had taken pills for her nerves. “I just decided to go to New York because it was Carole’s second city, and…you know Sabrina…my sister and I were not terribly close, but she was still my sister and I am really sad to have lost her. I want to walk in her footsteps a little…”
Damaris lazily ran her fingers over Sabrina’s thigh, and Sabrina wondered if she wanted to fool around with her—did she know that about Carole and her?
“Being with Gui, it was nice, a way for both of us to grieve. He is not the first boyfriend that Carole and I shared. We both liked this guy Cooper, and we both were sleeping with him but we did not know. He was so sleazy, that he actually invited us both to his apartment and said he thought that we knew. We were so classy, and so “above it,” we both drank champagne and took turns giving him head like it was a competition! We were so detached as sisters, we did not even get mad or anything.”
Damaris sucked her thumb, and Sabrina was not sure if it was a Freudian regression or she was trying to demonstrate her blow job techniques. She pulled up her blanket, and put her head on Sabrina’s shoulder where she began to snore loudly.
Sabrina stared at the miles on the screen before her, to see how far they were from New York. It was her favorite way to detach when she was on a plane. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Damaris’ arm extend under her blanket and she was pretty sure she knew what was happening underneath it as Damaris’ breath got deeper and deeper on her shoulder. Sabrina felt like she was involved in a sexual act that had nothing to do with her. It was smoke and mirrors.
They were halfway to New York City Sabrina now knew, in both kilometers and miles.

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Velvet by Decadent Guest Blogger, Asrai Devin

Asrai Devin is a brilliant writer, and one of the most generous souls on Twitter who loves to share her fellow writers’ work. But like I said, her own work is so decadent and compelling (I have included several pieces on SexySmut), that I asked her to please share a piece with me for my blog and am thrilled that she did! What she wrote was “Velvet”…

Velvet

by

Asrai Devin

Allie knelt on the bed. Her knees pressed into the white, velvet blanket.
“Look over your shoulder at me.”
She glanced back at Garrett, looking for his approval. The camera obscured his expression. The shutter clicked in time with his finger.
“Pull up your skirt so I can see your sexy panties.”
Allie flipped up the checked fabric to expose her ass. She looked back, biting her bottom lip.
“Spread your legs, a little. Let me see between.”
She heard the squish in the silent room as she parted her thighs. Showing herself was so hot. She’d come when he posted them online. He liked when she sat on his knee while they read the comments and he stroked her. Or sometimes she touched herself.
She pulled her panties tight to highlight the outline of her pussy.
“Nice,” Garrett murmured. Click, click, click. “A bit of a bad girl today. Your panties are all wet. Take them off.”
She rolled to her back and slid them off her legs.
“Blow everyone a kiss.”
She pressed her palm to her lips then blew the kiss to his camera. “That’s for you.”
“I love you baby girl. One more pose.”
“Just one?” she pouted.
“We had a request. I need you on your knees, legs spread.”
Allie got into position then arched her back. “Like this?”
“Really close, angel. Use your fingers to open yourself.”
“Is this why you shaved me today?”
“It is. Show yourself.”
Garrett pushed the camera lens between her legs while she peeled her velvet lips open. The soft click of the camera filled her. She felt the drips of arousal seep from her.
“All done, angel.”
She flipped to her back and searched his face for judgement. “Was I a good girl?” She put two fingers between her curved lips.
He set the camera aside. “Yes, angel. You are a very good girl.”
He settled over her to give her a reward.

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Sinful Sunday, Week 389 — Unbound

I pulled up my dress right in the middle of a sexpert workshop at The Sex Expo, right after visiting the Unbound booth. I am a fan of the brand, I wrote a story for their magazine in which I compared squirting to the infamous Unicorn Frappucino that Starbucks had. How cute and liberating is this sticker?!


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(Flash and) Fleur Friday No. 15

Terrence had pressed Jeanne to the wall, after he made her come in the middle of her new apartment in Brooklyn. She had not been with anyone since she had moved to this apartment, and she wanted him to be the first. When he kissed her she melted, but she grabbed his hand as he sought to place it between her legs again.
“I can’t be with you, until I tell Eliza first,” she said in a whoosh of breath, as he kissed her neck.
“Eliza and I are not together anymore, you know that…” he said looking in her eyes, and taking her hand to his heart.
“But she is my sis-friend,” Jeanne added quickly, and she hoped that she made it sound like she was just stuttering.
Terrence held her hand, but looked at her mouth like he wanted to kiss her again. Jeanne wanted him to kiss her again, but she knew that she had to tell Eliza about it.
She had to tell Eliza everything. How long had it already been, and she had not told her a thing? They were friends, that was for sure but she was still anxious to tell her that she was her father’s illegitimate daughter. Especially now that said father was dead, and there was nothing he could say and nothing really to be gained.
But she had to tell her.
“Let’s go take a walk, okay?” Jeanne looked up at Terrence, looking at his mouth because she did want to kiss him. She wanted to kiss him so much again, her lips were still swollen in both places from having kissed him moments ago.
Moments later, they were walking outside holding hands. As they walked through Industry City with Aperol Spritzes in plastic cups, Jeanne paused at a sculpture that confounded her. From behind there was an anthropomorphic rabbit sitting on a donkey. From the front there was also an anthropomorphic dog that the female rabbit was holding onto. There was something sensual about it, but also completely surreal. Terrence held her, his Aperol Sprtiz floating before her eyes, and she leaned back into him sweetly tipsy.
She had to tell Eliza, because she wanted Terrence.

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Wicked Wednesday #329 — Roots

Ever since the night that Jeanne got so sad when Eliza talked about her father, Eliza had been inspired to look into her father’s old things that she had been given by her mom. She had been a soft mahogany case with things that he had written about her when she was little, among other things. She had seen most of it before, but today she wanted to pore through them, because she missed her dad and the box was filled with love.
There were pictures of her Mom and Dad when they were courting, and then with her as well as a bunch of personal affects of his that she had never seen before. For example, within a platinum envelope that looked like it should contain an Academy Award or something of that stature, was a picture of her father with a woman she had never seen before. There were precious few, but they were the reason why a picture says a thousand words. It was clear her father had been in love with this woman, and she with him. Eliza looked for a date on them, but there was none. She surmised they must have been older, or as old as the ones from his and her mother’s courtship.
And then there was a picture of a baby. There were spare pictures of the baby—the evolution of the baby really.
Eliza left the box where it was and moved onto her fire escape, where she spread out the pictures of the baby growing into a young woman like tarot cards. There was no question who this girl was, in pictures that her father left in this box for her to see and on top of it all her mother knew about it. Eliza sat on the fire escape feeling like a twisted Holly Golightly.
She looked up at the sky, as if it could answer her questions. She fiddled with the bars of the fire escape, and looked at her feet on its grid.
The clouds.
She walked back into the apartment, and let her hands run over the mirror of the bathroom cabinet before she slid the mirrored door open to get her pain killers. She filled a Dixie cup with lukewarm water, and opened the bottle. When she swallowed the pills, she went to her bedroom, and lie on her bed. Behind her closed eyes, she wondered just when did Jeanne plan on telling her what she had to tell her?

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Masturbation Monday No. 211/KOTW 9/16-30 — Sex Workers

“I was here all of the time, you just could not see me,” Graham said stepping closer to her in the room. “I have never left you, I know everything you have done.”
Sabrina scoffed, as she bent to open the minibar. She picked up whatever amber fluid was there, she liked them all so it really did not matter.
“I bet,” she said, as she raised her frosted glass to him.
The thing was, she knew that he was not lying.
When he hired her as an escort, he made her feel special. He told her that he appreciated what she did, but at the same time he never let her think that it was more than that.
Until it was.
It was a business transaction. Sabrina was a sex worker, it was very easy for her to separate business from personal. Sometimes business brought pleasure—and that was okay. Graham was an amazing lover, though his desires might make some anxious she enjoyed exploring them with him. This was the reason being with him was still intense, even if she did not know what to expect from him.
“I missed you, we have been through a lot. You keep thinking you can run away and people just get left and it is okay. It is not okay Nusch…” His eyes were almost liquid with meaning, as he looked at her.
“Don’t call me that! Don’t call me that, and just…”
“What? Nichy? Sabrina? Whoever the fuck you are now!”
“Get out! Leave me alone!”
“If I leave, I am never coming back. Do you want that?”
Sabrina walked away from him, before she felt him wrap his arms about her waist. Her loosely wrapped robe was no barrier between them. As it fell off of her shoulder, he placed his chin it.
She did want him to go away, she was tired of her ghosts following her.
She was tired.
He pushed her robe off of her, and kissed her shoulder. The plush robe about her feet, the cool air on her naked body and the sound of him unbuckling his belt made Sabrina swoon. Graham caught her, and took her to the bed. He looked in her eyes, and it always felt like he knew what she needed.
Whether it was to be loved or fucked.
He finished undressing, and she idly caressed herself as she felt her body heat with memories of things they had done together. He pressed himself behind her on the bed, and Sabrina eased into him. His body hot and familiar to her, she rubbed herself against him. Dry humping in a way. Graham pulled her nipples, and spanked them her breasts. Sabrina heard her deep groan, and acted like the animal she was.
Because that is all that humans are at the end of the day..

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Guest Blogger Kay Jaybee Makes Voyeurs of Us All!!!

Kay Jaybee is a friend, as well as one of the most amazing and inspiring people I know. The real deal through and through–as well as one of The Brit Babes! Her erotica makes my heart…and other parts throb! With the re-release of The Voyeur–if you have not already–let Kay captivate you!

Voyeuristic Fun!

Many thanks for letting me visit your wonderful blog today!

One of the biggest attractions in the world of erotica is voyeurism. That feeling of being on the edge of someone’s forbidden world and peeping in- often secretly- is a big turn on. It is also extremely exciting to write from a voyeuristic perspective. I’ve taken this literary route for many of my novels and stories over the years- most obviously for my erotic BDSM ménage thriller/ erotic romance, The Voyeur!

 

Blurb

Wealthy business man and committed voyeur, Mark Parker, has a list of thirteen fantasies he is intent on turning into reality. Travelling between his London flat, his plush Oxfordshire mansion, and Discreet, his favourite S&M club; Mark is helped to realise his imaginatively dark erotic desires by two loyal members of his staff. His Personal Assistant, Anya Grant, and his Housekeeper, Clara Hooper.

Upon the backs of his willing slaves, Mark has written out his fantasy list in thick red pen. Only Fantasy 12 awaits the tick of completion against their flesh before Mark’s ultimate fantasy – Fantasy 13- can take place.

But have the girls performed well enough to succeed in the final challenge? And what hold does the Bridge’s Gentleman’s Club, Anya’s previous employer, have over Mark? A place Anya was only too delighted to escape from.

In order to find out, Mark’s girls are going to have to face some of the fantasies they thought they’d left behind them all over again; and while they do, Mark will watch…

 

Excerpt

… Mark took a step closer to his PA. “Tonight,” he said, pulling off Anya’s shirt and bra, exposing her luscious chest to the cool of the room, “you will both face a combination of experiences that together make up Fantasy 12. Won’t it be lovely to be able to tick another task off our list, girls?”

They didn’t answer; experience had taught them that nine times out of ten their employer’s questions were rhetorical.

Mark twisted the women round; removing Clara’s top as he did so, so he could see both his employees’ bare backs. There, in neat script, a permanent pen had been used to write ‘Fantasy 1’, ‘Fantasy 2’ and so on, all the way down–the numbers following the length of their spines, finishing with the words ‘Fantasy 13’. The first eleven rows of black lettering had bright red ticks next to them.

“Only two more tasks left to go.”

This time the girls risked a fleeting glance at each other; exchanging a look of mutual blood-hammering exhilaration twinned with an erotic anticipation it would have been hypocritical to deny.

Mark, during his brief periods of leisure, had painstakingly detailed many lust-driven scenarios he wished to both direct and bring to life. He often wrote notes, accompanied by intricate diagrams of erotic, slightly disturbing, but ultimately satisfying fantasies, in a leather-bound journal that only he was allowed to read.

Anya and Clara knew that the final fantasy, when it came, would be more difficult and different to anything they’d ever previous experienced. They feared it.

They also longed for it.

Mark was a clever man, for as each new task unfolded he pushed his faithful staff along with him, darkening their desires and needs. Changing them so they slowly became closer and closer to his own. Making his girls as keen as he was to see how far they could go. To see how much they could physically take as they accompanied him on his journey of extreme sexual sightseeing.

A cold, clammy sheen of perspiration broke out on Anya’s face, arms, and breasts as Mark danced a finger across her skin. “You will both go to your room and change into the clothes I’ve placed upon your beds. You will remain there until I call you.” Mark pointed to the door, and his employees headed to their small, twin-bedded room without a sound.

As Anya considered some of the things she and Clara had been required to do over the last six months, she privately reassured herself that the trepidation shooting down her spine was understandable and acceptable. It was also irrational, for she knew that Fantasy 12 would not only be tolerable, but enjoyable; and that just because the end of the list was in sight, it didn’t mean the night ahead would involve anything worse than Mark had asked of them before. She could handle this. They both could–no problem.

Then Anya saw her outfit.

Her bed supported nothing but a leather dog collar.

Staring at the total lack of clothing, Anya almost conveyed her horror to Clara, but her lover stopped her with an urgent shake of the head. There was no privacy here, and they never knew if the webcams positioned in every room were switched on or not…

***

If you’d like to know what happened next, discover how Clara became Mark’s second slave, and see how the girls cope with Mark’s extreme list of fantasies, you can buy The Voyeur from all other good retailers, including…

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Many thanks for letting me visit you today. xx

 

Bio

Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO

Kay received an honouree mention at the NLA Awards 2015 for excellence in BDSM writing.

Kay Jaybee has over 180 erotica publications including, A Kink a Day- Book One (KJBooks, 2018), The Voyeur (Sinful Press, 2018), Knowing Her Place-Book 3: The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (KJBooks, 2018),  The Retreat- Book2: The Perfect Submissive Trilogy (KJBooks, 2018), Making Him Wait (Sinful Press, 2018), The Fifth Floor- Book1; The Perfect Submissive Trilogy (KJBooks, 2017), Wednesday on Thursday, (KDP, 2017), The Collector (KDP, 2016), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2013), Digging Deep, (Xcite 2013), Take Control, (1001 NightsPress, 2014), and Not Her Type (1001 NightsPress), 2013.

Details of all her short stories and other publications can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk

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Kay also writes contemporary romance and children’s picture books as Jenny Kane www.jennykane.co.uk  and historical fiction as Jennifer Ash www.jenniferash.co.uk

 

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Fleur Friday No. 14 — Like In the Movies

Terrence got up, and Jeanne watched his baggy-jeaned ass walk away, and knew that she did not want him to.
She followed him, and he turned around to look down at her. He put his hands on her shoulders, and pushed her back gently.
“I have to go Jeanne, because if I stay,” He looked into her eyes, and she stared at their mixed color. She felt her lips part, and he moved his finger over them. “If I stay, I am going to want to more of you.”
Jeanne stepped forward just slightly, and he pulled her close to him.
His touch was indelicate, he kissed her until they were both panting and he chewed on her bottom lip. She reached for his denim-covered ass, her hand pressed to it to feel its shape and he bit her lip with his excitement. His hand under her shirt startled her with pleasure, as he pulled at her nipple.
Jeanne knew this was coming, it was not a surprise to her. Even when Terrence was still with Eliza, there was chemistry between them. Now with Eliza out of the equation, they were able to look at each other in that way…in this way.
He pinched her nipple until it almost hurt, and the throbbing between her legs burst. She gasped loudly as she came, and he bent to whisper just by her ear,
“Did you just come?”
Her face feeling like it was on fire, Jeanne nodded.
He held her close to him, and tilted her chin up so he could kiss her again. Panting into his kiss, she slipped her hands into the waist of his jeans—over his pelvic bone and lower.
Lower—she wanted to feel him. She wanted to feel him on her hands, and inside of her…
She looked up at him, mouth open but no words…would she know what to say to him today, or someday…Her eyes fixed on the Breakfast at Tiffany’s movie poster just behind him.

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Wicked Wednesday #328 — Someday

Today was someday for Eliza.
She listened to the click of her heels on the floor of her apartment, turned on the lights, and threw everything in her hands onto the couch. She studied herself when she walked into the bathroom. Her hair had grown longer, she had gained a bit of weight and she was tan from all of the time she had spent on the roof with Rafe at La Vie Est Belle. She smiled as she placed the toiletries that she bought from the hotel on her bathroom sink. The rose-scented toiletries that Rafe said that he loved the scent of on her, when he was on top of her and touching her wherever he wanted to.
It was amazing to be in that place with him, to know her place with him and not be anxious about their upcoming wedding. She knew that she was his secondary love, and she was fine with that.
After she placed all of the toiletries on her sink, she reached gingerly in the cabinet for the bottle. She did not have the same kind of pain from the accident that she had had in the beginning when Rafe, Ingrid and Jeanne nursed her back to life. And Terrence to some degree…but she still had some residual pain, and she still needed her pills. They made her feel like she was floating on a cloud. Made her feel like she was in another galaxy, made her forget about everything, but wanting to feel pleasure.
Sitting on her bed, she pulled her slip up over her head and lie naked on the cool sheets. She ran her hands over her breasts, caressing them almost absently but not because she could feel the pleasure the softness of her skin and she still smelled rosy like La Vie Est Belle. Rafe smelled like roses like her too, when they left holding hands after their shower at the hotel.
He had caressed her breasts like she was caressing them now, their circumference filling but light.
More clouds.
Eliza smiled, as she slowly drifted on her cloud to her other galaxy.
Someday was today…

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Masturbation Monday No. 210 — Sexy Maid

Graham looked at her body, it was more than just a glance. He studied her like a piece of art—her fingers tugging at her nipples and between her legs.
Her touch of her body was not sexual, it was just comfortable and nerves.
Sabrina knew that Pretty Woman was—she had lived it. When she met Graham, she was a high class escort—that was how she had met Carole. And the two of them often worked together.
She worked with Graham alone though, and she was nervous. On his file, he had ticked that he liked role play and would like a naughty maid among other things in his hotel room. Sabrina dressed the part, she found something both sexy and even looked sexy to herself. She played around with a feather duster, and took pictures of herself in the bathroom. Even texting one to Graham, while he was on his way. When he got there, he looked at her much like he was looking at her now. With reverence, and looked unsure what to do.
Then: she stood like she was a statue, like she was porcelain and he touched her like she was. Until his touch was incendiary. They both were ignited from his most simple caress of her collar. She dropped her feather duster, as he played with her lacy collar and kissed her. He raised her arms up over her head, and pulled on her collar and it was almost like he was delicately choking her…
Almost.
Her hands up over her head, she could not touch him but she used the rest of her body to let him know she was playing along. Her tilted pelvis caressed his, and he wrapped his arms about her hips. She kept her arms above her head, as he kissed her again.
“Hold your feather duster,” he breathed, as he picked it up and handed it to her.
She saw herself in the mirror, across from them, holding the feather duster. Her face not covered by her phone like in her selfies, but glowing as he knelt before her. Sabrina held the feather duster for dear life, as she rode his face. Her scent wafted up to her, and she could feel she was creaming as he lapped her.
Like she was cream.
Now: she moved her hands from her body, and pulled on her robe.
“Why now? Why today? Where have you been Graham?” she interrogated him.

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