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The King

Sally did not realize that a sexual fantasy did not have to be over the top.

All of her life she had been over the top with lovers. Never ever did she imagine that she would get wet over the thought of being pressed to the kitchen counter with Calvin’s hand shoved down the front of her sweatpants. The taste of expensive wine on both of their lips and the kitchen fragrant with the dinner he was making, as he pressed his pelvis to hers and touched her like he was looking for a lost treasure between her legs.

Wet and anticipating, Sally moved against his hand. He said something to her in French–he spoke fluent French and Italian. Calvin had traveled a lot as a chef, but it was in New York that he wanted to put down his roots.

“And then I found you,” he had told her. “And I do not want to go anywhere else now.”

He had pinned her to the counter–she wanted to be pinned–and he touched her like he had found the gold between her legs.

But she was sure that the gold was within him.

Thinking about them by the kitchen counter was now the sexiest experience she had ever had in her life, and she had done a lot of things with lovers. But the way he made her feel, and the way that she felt when she went over to him.

It had been so hard to say she loved him, but the way that he made her feel was something that she had not been able to keep to herself. She wanted to be close to him, and they had been closer in that moment than on any other moment she felt before that and they had been very close prior.

Calvin pushed down the waistband of her sweatpants and stuck his fingers inside of her. Sally held onto the counter as he finger fucked her, and then he knelt before her. She looked down at him, and the way he looked up at her took her breath away. Moving his fingers slowly, he replaced them with his tongue and Sally thought she would pass out from the replacement of the two.

She hissed as he continued to make love to her with his mouth. When he slipped his tongue inside of her, she bent over and caressed his head. It felt like a type of worship even though he was the one that was pleasuring her.

When he looked up at her, he was the king of her universe.

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Guest Blogger Coffee and Kink Gives Us Smut-A-Thon!!!

I met Amy (Coffee and Kink), at Eroticon and I can tell you she does loves coffee and she is cute as a button in kitty ears! She is also ridiculously smart, and community conscious so when she came up with Smut-a-thon, I knew I wanted to support her. She is much better versed to discuss the nuts and bolts of this than me, so here she is!!!

We’re in the last few days before Smutathon 2017, and it’s Donation Drive time! Leonora has very kindly agreed to let me take over her blog briefly to tell you all about our sexy fundraiser.

Sometimes, I have ideas in the middle of the night. They’re often fleeting and gone just as quickly as I realize they haven’t got the legs to work, or I haven’t got the time/energy/inclination to get them off the ground. Sometimes, though, an idea or a thought or a potential project grabs me by the heart, and won’t quite let me go until I put it into action. Starting a sex blog was one such idea. So was Smutathon.

Charities have always been important to me in both my personal and professional life, and I’ve been wanting to do something to give back to amazing pro-sex, anti-sexual-violence causes for ages. My first few ideas didn’t really take hold, but after I met my tribe (link: http://coffeeandkink.me/uncategorized/ten-things-i-took-home-from-eroticon/) at Eroticon, it suddenly came to me: a sponsored sex-writing marathon!

So what is Smutathon?

Smutathon is a 12-hour, intensive sex writing challenge. We will get together (some of us in person, some participating virtually from far-flung locations) on Saturday 1 July, and WRITE LIKE MAD THINGS from noon to midnight. Everyone has their own individual target and we’re asking our friends, readers and supporters to sponsor us as we try to hit them. Some of us are going to share our works-in-progress on our blogs, and we will all be tweeting along at #Smutathon2017.

What’s the charity?

We’re splitting the money we raise equally between two amazing organizations:

1) Backlash UK: Backlash campaigns for sexual freedom for consenting adults and provides legal support for sexual minorities who are unfairly targeted by outdated and nonsensical “obscenity” laws. Among other things, they have been responsible for getting the ridiculous “tiger porn case” (look it up) struck down, and for campaigning to get amendments added to the Digital Economy Bill to make it less harmful to consenting adults engaging in safe and victimless fringe sexual practices. Pandora Blake and Myles Jackman are advocates, and key figures in Backlash’s work.

2) Rape Crisis England & Wales: Stats suggest – conservatively – that 1 in 4 women and around 1 in 10 men will experience rape, assault or other form of sexual violence in their life. Rape Crisis is a feminist organization, that exists to promote the needs and rights of women and girls who have experienced sexual violence, to improve services to them and to work towards the elimination of sexual violence. Rape Crisis Centers are women-led, and offer a range of support, advocacy, counseling and information, and also have separate services for male survivors.

Why?

The short answer: because freedom of sexual expression and freedom from sexual violence are human rights which are constantly under threat.

The long answer: Here. (Trigger warning for rape and intimate partner abuse.)

I want to get involved! What can I do?

If you’re a writer or budding writer, join us on the day! All you need to do is set yourself a target, put aside the time between noon and midnight on Saturday 1 July, and write, write, write! Don’t forget to share, and ask your friends and followers to sponsor you! If you let me know you’re taking part (DM @CoffeeAndKink on Twitter or email coffeeandkink69 (at) gmail (dot) com, I’ll add you into the group participants’ chat.

Otherwise, please sponsor us! We’ve had gifts ranging from £5 to £100, and every single penny really does make a difference, so please do chip in whatever you can afford. Our JustGiving page is here:

You can also support us while buying quality sex toys by purchasing from My Delicate Touch, who have kindly sponsored Smutathon, and are giving 50% of profits from selected products to the fund. They also designed our beautiful graphics, some of which are included in this post.

Thank you for your support!

Biog:

Coffee & Kink (also known as Amy) is the alter-ego of a twenty-something queer British girl usually spotted bouncing around in kitty ears and drinking something caffeinated. She is a fiction writer, toy reviewer, sex geek, and an advocate for consent culture and pleasure-focused sex and relationships education. She blogs at http://coffeeandkink.me, tweets at @CoffeeAndKink, and can be supported at http://patreon.com/coffeeandkink.

My Sexy Saturday — Our Sexy Mystery

I am sharing with you this week, something sexy…but not so much of a mystery!!! This is an excerpt of my story, “Tools.”

‘You deserve a lot of things…’ Claude practically whispered.

They looked at each other, and Angelica moved back into the room. Claude followed her, and kicked the door closed behind him.

Angelica groaned when he backed her up against the edge of the bed. She fell onto it, her arms swinging up and pushing her massager further up the bed by the pillow. Claude knelt on the bed to take off his tool belt, before he straddled her.

‘Do you want to play?’ He asked, looking down at her.

You can read the rest of “Tools,” here.

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A Bit of Filth: A Combination of Three Sexy Memes

Nichy did not have anything to hide about the nights that she had shared with Renee, but she was not expecting how obvious it would be to other people. At work, even though Renee promised she had not told Tyler…he suspected something was up.

“What is it with you girls?” he questioned.

Renee smiled at her, and Nichy licked her lips.

“What?” Renee asked, as he looked between the two of them. His eyes lingered over their practically conjoined closeness at the cafe where they had lunch.

Nichy looked down, not understanding how she had gone from zero to infinity sex-wise. She missed Gavin, but outside of a committed relationship, she felt like the world was her oyster.

Tyler continued to study them throughout lunch, but she and Renee just smiled.

Practically on fire, Nichy went to the ladies room not long after she got back to the office and unlike with Gavin, Renee could come with her. Literally.

In the bathroom, they took turns playing with each other. Renee pulled up her dress–she never wore underwear–and Nichy kissed her as she played with Renee’s clit. At the same time, she watched Renee’s ass reflected in the bathroom mirror. Suddenly, there was a click at the bathroom door, Renee pulled down her dress but not before Nichy gave her a smart spank.

“I will take care of you later…” Renee mouthed in the bathroom mirror, and Nichy read her lips perfectly.

Renee’s apartment was like a retro opium den. Its decor was of the most sumptuous and decadent colors and fabrics, and it had the warm scent of patchouli. And a sweet musk that Nichy was not sure of it was from the candle, or Renee.

Nichy twisted practically half off of the bed when Renee ate her out. It was worth it not to have come at work, so she could be that much more made to get off. Renee slapped her backside, and grabbed her hips to make her stop squirming off of the bed.

But Nichy could not help herself.

The doorbell buzzed.

Renee thought it was the food she had ordered, no cooking with of them so down to fuck that they did not even wait before getting in bed. But it was Tyler.

“Can I come up?”

“Sure,” Renee looked at Nichy. “Nichy is here.”

The women scrambled to put themselves together before he came up.

When Tyler opened the door, he smiled. He put his finger on Renee’s bare stomach.

“You missed a button…”

Renee shrugged nonchalantly,

“Thanks.”

“You’re fucking!” Tyler exclaimed, instead of you’re welcome. He looked at Renee, but even longer at Nichy.

They said nothing as they let him in, and they all sat on the couch. Nichy’s body was still fevered with Renee’s touch, and when Tyler put his hand on Renee’s thigh she remembered seeing them in the bathroom stall.

“Since when?” he asked, looking at Renee’s thigh.

“Since when you do keep tabs on me?” Renee asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t babe, but you know I wanted to share this one…” He raised an eyebrow at Nichy. “Would you want to Nichy? I mean I came over her because I missed Renee, but double my pleasure you are both here! Can I watch maybe?”

Nichy put her hand on Renee’s thigh.

“Once I saw you and Renee in the bathroom stall, and I watched.” Nichy admitted sheepishly.

“You watched us?” Renee asked, turning to look at her.

Nichy nodded.

“And?” Tyler asked.

“It was really hot.”

Without any staging, or any directions, Nichy moved her hand up Renee’s thigh and kissed her. Tyler, looking polished in his suit, leaned back on the couch and loosened his tie. Renee pulled her dress up over her head, and naked, she undressed Nichy. Tangled together in a kiss, Tyler unbuckled his belt and removed his cufflinks. He coughed, and Nichy liked how he seemed nervous about how to proceed. She let her foot caress his thigh, as she straddled Renee.

“Would you like to join us?” she purred coquettishly.

Tyler nodded as he took off everything but his pants. That he did slowly like a striptease artist. Nichy gasped when she saw him completely naked, because she had never seen him naked before. He was beautiful, and she took his hand. He pushed her up against the wall, and pulled her hair like some sort of bondage hair holding as he kissed her. Nichy nearly swooned. He did not need to be coaxed anymore, he pulled her against him and her arms went about him.

In Renee’s bed that looked like something out of a harem, the scent of their encounter still rampant in the bedroom, Tyler offered them bits of filth like candy. They were all salivating for the primal intimacy their bodies were perfumed with. In a heaving heap of bodies, everyone of her holes ruminating with use and still…

Nichy wanted more as she caressed her breasts, and Tyler’s side.

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Wicked Wednesday #190 — Porn / Kink of the Week Jan 16-31: OTK Spanking

Eliza sat on the edge of the bar stool as Oscar approached. At this point, Josephine the hostess-cum-bartender raised her eyebrows with familiarity when she saw Oscar arrive and Eliza would swivel around on the edge of the stool at her signal.

Oscar pulled her to him with more force than he normally did, kissed her so hard, she wondered if her lips would bruise. Eliza looked at him, and he waved the card for their room just out of her reach. Eliza kissed him again, before she turned around and looked at Josephine. She was so eager to get into bed with Oscar—she did not count the bills as she placed them on the bar.

Josephine’s smile at the probably overly generous tip was a blur like an ad on a subway station as Eliza ran to the elevator.

***

Seeing herself lying naked with Oscar, was like seeing her own homemade porn. She wrapped her arms about him, tempted to take pictures or record them with her phone. It would be like her porn to distribute, instead of Rafe’s.

She knew that he was seeing Margaux, but coming across pictures that he had sketched of her was like encountering his personal stash of porn. It was almost unbearable.

But now—with Oscar—she could make her own. Climbing on top of him, she groaned when he grabbed her ass and pulled her to him.

“Take a picture of me?” she queried.

“So you can show your fiancé?”

Eliza shrugged, and rolled off of him. He pulled her to him with one arm, and slapped her backside.

“Why do I have to always feel like I am playing second fiddle to Rafe, Eliza?” Oscar asked, lying on his back and pulling her on top of him. “I feel like I need to put you over my knee.”

Eliza felt between her legs turn to mush. The thought of him spanking her. He had not spanked her since the early days, when they first met. But he never spanked her that hard then, because they did not want to leave marks on her.

But now she did not care if there were marks.

She straddled him, and he grabbed her by putting his hand through her thighs. This embrace was more intimate than anything else they had done.

“Are you seeing me again because Rafe is seeing that fetish model?”
“You know about her modeling?” Eliza sighed.
Oscar laughed.
“I am a man, I would know her! She is beautiful…she looks like Myrna Loy? Do you think?”

Eliza pushed at his chest.

“Maybe I ought to spank you, saying that to me!”

“She is not as beautiful as you…”

Eliza knelt beside him.

“Now that you might get a spanking I am more beautiful…”
“You are reminding me of Bettie Page right now…

***

Eliza slowly scrolled the pictures on her phone in the cab beside Oscar.

She did look a little like Bettie Page, that menacing way that Page had about her. Stills of her spanking Oscar, her hand on a red patch on near the crease of his bare ass…

He was not able to be restrained on her lap. He had wiggled and shifted on her lap unable to help himself, which had antagonized her and turned her on all the more.

Made her strike him like a match.

“You look hot as hell on my lap,” she said aloud.

“Are you going to show them to him?”
Eliza stared out of the cab.

The photos were for her, her own personal stash of porn.

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Masturbation Monday No. 68 — Crystal Ball

Nichy stared down into her cup of coffee, as if it were a crystal ball.

That was the thing about having sex with Gavin finally, it felt like she had a bell down there because she always wanted to be on top of him.

And she practically was. They had sex almost all day, finding ways every day to have sex in the office.

Or just outside of the office.

They liked the stairs a lot. She had pulled him into the ladies’ room and having the key for the outside bathroom, she let him fuck her in the stall like she saw Renee and Tyler do once in the bathroom at the bar that the four of them frequented. There were wide cracks in the bathroom door in this bathroom as well. Nichy saw a sliver of her almost orgasm face, as Gavin thrust in and out of her in the full-length bathroom mirror in front of the stall.

“Open the door,” he said to her. “You like looking. Open the door, so you can see your face and what I am doing to you.”

Nichy was so startled that he knew what she was doing, that she hesitated. He slapped her backside—hard—and she pushed the door open, freeing the latch. She had to brace herself against the mirror as he pounded into her. Her breasts flopped back and forth since he had unbuttoned her blouse, and shoved her bra down.

She did not see her orgasm face, because she closed her eyers so tight when she came. She really did see stars.

Gavin slapped her backside again, and the remnants of her orgasm trilled through her. Nichy saw her breath like smoke on the mirror, as she pressed her hands to it and did not pull down her skirt. After a moment she pulled herself together, and Gavin wrecked her all over again with a kiss that was so rough, yet desired.

Nichy could still feel his kiss on her mouth as she stared down into her cup of coffee. It was the first lunch that she was not with Gavin since they had been together. That she had not fucked Gavin. But he had to work on a project, and she went to lunch with Renee.

Renee came back from the bathroom, and Nichy felt her looking at her before she even looked up from her coffee. She folded her arms across her chest and looked at Renee, waiting for a smart remark from her about how she looked.

Renee was silent, and Nichy looked down at her coffee again.

As if it would tell her when she was going to be able to be with Gavin again.Would they have sex on the staircase? The bathroom? His boss’s office later that day since his boss was out? She figured they could go in there with the lights off and fuck on the floor, with just the moon as light over their bodies and New York City looking at them without judgment.

She wanted him.

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crystal ball by john william waterhouse via wikipedia

Sexy Black Friday Excerpt and Book Sale!!!

I am happy to share a couple of things with you this Black Friday. First, I have a new story up on Kinkly, called simply enough–“Black Friday!” Here is an excerpt:

There was a gaggle of sex shops in the area of town where they were, and ironically there were not a great deal of shoppers considering it was Black Friday.

Lina and Terrence were both happy that they had the day after Thanksgiving off. They both had high-stress jobs, and looked forward to having some down time together.

And they planned to make the most of it.

Lina’s phone was their power tool. She had a series of email-only discounts that they planned to take advantage of. When they walked into the store, they were greeted by several employees who wanted to help them, but holding Terrence’s hand, Lina quietly led him to the curtained off area section to show him her choice.

His eyes were wide and beaming.

“You want that?!” Terrence said.

Lina smiled. “I have imagined what I can do with it.”

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My second thing is my pub Riverdale Avenue Books is having a Black Friday sale! That means that you can have a copy of TIE ME UP and/or BASES LOADED half off–just use the code TGIVING2015, and click on the book covers below to purchase through December 1! They make great gifts!

Guest Blogger (and Friend) Kayla Lords Shares Her New Release Sir & Babygirl !!!

I am delighted to have Kayla Lords back as my guest! The last time she was here, we had cake and celebrated the one-year anniversary of Masturbation Monday. She is back to share the release of her newest (and of course sexy as hell) new release Sir and Babygirl: Family Ties–the third in the series following Sir and Babygirl and Sir and Babygirl: Bound by Love. And yes, you can judge the book by its cover…let me let Kayla tell you more…

I’ve got nothin’ but mad love for Leonora (who I keep thinking of as “F Dot” – I really need to stop that crap!) so when she asked me to come visit again, of course I said yes! I also batted my eyelashes and asked very sweetly if I could share my newest release with everyone.

Actually, I think the exact phrase use was “pimpin’” but that’s me being sweet. Ha!

Anyway…

My latest release is the third in a series I now refer to simply as Sir and Babygirl. Each book focuses on a different part of their relationship, and each chapter is meant to stand alone. As you go through each book, you see their relationship development over time – and a lot of personal growth for a certain babygirl submissive – but I didn’t write it in a traditional romance novel format. Weird, I know. Blame it on my blogging roots. I like definite beginnings and endings when I write, and I have a short attention span with stories. (Sad but true.)

Anyway, these two are kinky people who live the BDSM lifestyle and have developed a Dominance and submission (D/s) relationship. So yes, there’s romance and relationships, but there’s a LOT of kinky sex, spankings, and both forced and denied orgasms.

The characters may or may not be based on my own relationship. Okay, it kind of is. The details and situations are different, but the personalities are a bit of us. (Oh, and not to spoil anything, a friend and reader asked if the ending of book 3 – Family Ties – had happened in real life yet. The answer is no.)

On to Sir and Babygirl: Family Ties (Book 3) which focuses on the most dreaded part of most relationships – meeting and getting to know their families!

Blurb

Johnathan is ready to take his relationship with Katie to a whole new level. His kids are away at college, and his sister has moved out. After months together, discovering their love and a D/s relationship as Sir and Babygirl that works for them, it’s time to meet the extended family.

Will Babygirl be able to move past her own anxieties? Can they survive the expectations of their families? And what happens to Sir and Babygirl next? Find out in the third set of adventures between a loving Dominant man and his willing and eager Babygirl.

Excerpt

Snaking an arm around her middle, he grabbed her mound and squeezed. She whimpered in response. The pain in her backside allowed her to ignore the swollen damp feeling coming from between her thighs.

“Mine.”

That one word sent spasms through her body. Oh yes, she was his. Every part of her was his. She desperately hoped he’d claim his property. Now, before the door bell rang and their vanilla life intruded.

He pushed one finger into her slit.

“You’re soaking wet, girl. Such a slut.”

She moaned in response.

In and out, in and out, his finger stroked the deepest parts of her body. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted more.

“Don’t fidget, girl. I know what you need.”

With the smallest of movements, she nodded her understanding. He’d given her what she’d asked for, now he was going to take what he wanted. In the end, they’d both be satisfied.

The tip of his finger began to make small circles over her clitoris. Small, slow circles. Heat and pressure began to build. When she moved against his hand, he stopped and stroked her slit, slipping a finger into her body. Once she was still, he moved back to her clit.

Patience was required, and he was going to teach it to her one way or another. The circles came faster. Her juices coated the swollen nub, allowing his hand to move with greater ease. The pressure built higher and faster. A line of fluid trickled down the inside of her thigh. Her desire so high it could no longer be contained by her body.

He laughed against her ear. Yes, now, please. But he wasn’t ready to stop his game. Not yet.

Thrusting two fingers deep inside her pussy, he found her innermost tender spot. Hooking his fingers, he began a familiar tap-tap-tap motion. Babygirl trembled from head to toe. Her head fell back against his shoulder. Cries and whimpers filled the air around them. She was going to come and soon but she knew instinctively if she begged or asked for release it would be denied.

Just as her body began to convulse around his hand, he stopped and pulled away. An empty feeling deep inside caused her to groan. Dark laughter was the only response. A chuckle and his touch on her clit again. Hissing between gritted teeth, she tightened every muscle in her body, desperate to hold back the looming orgasm until he granted his permission…

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About Kayla Lords

Kayla is a full-time writer, sex blogger, erotic author, and babygirl submissive. When she’s not writing about BDSM from her perspective, she’s coming up with kinky sex scenes and waiting for her own Dominant to give her a much-needed spanking.

Follow Kayla on Twitter (@KaylaLords) or over at her website (KaylaLords.com) where there’s always something kinky to read.

Want to Come…Over?

What happens at Eroticon does not stay at Eroticon! K D Grace inspired me to write a story, and be a guest on her blog! Today is the day! If you like my Masturbation Mondays–this should be right up your alley!

Here is an excerpt:

He was not the love of her life by any means. They had only gone out a couple of times—in some cases he just filled the space just so that she would not be alone. After a few drinks—they did not even have dinner—she wanted more than his conversation.

Lying on her side now, the night after, she could still feel the scruff of his stubble all over her body. She liked the chafed feeling of where his mouth had been on her. His mouth was the ultimate turn-on for her. Not so much the feeling of it, but what he said.

You like it rough don’t you, you like it raw right?

Hmmm, see just how rough and raw on K D’s blog!!!

New Article "Clementine" and More!

Recently, I have been excited to have new articles on Lelo, Slutist, Kinkly, Romance Beat and my suit fetish guest post for Girl on the Net. With the addition of Bases Loaded–where you can find a sexy excerpt on Lelo’s blog by Oleander Plume!–I added a books page to my blog. I have now added an articles page, where you can find all of my new articles. My newest “Clementine,” is up on the Kinkly website. I expanded this sticky note, and the story wrote itself from there! Here is an excerpt:

Clementine had not even allowed herself to think about him in her most secret thoughts. But three gin cocktails in, she was no longer so controlled. Alex was taken, but she could not resist anymore in her uninhibited state, half lying on a glorious love seat at the vintage bar. She could not resist the idea of parting her knees. In fact she did so, right there. The softness of her own skin-to-skin contact sent prickling waves of excitement to her core.

She got up from the love seat, practically stumbling she was so drunk with imagined desire. Clementine ran her hand over her hip, and let it move up slowly to caress her side breast. Her fingers trickled over to her nipple, and she caressed it just once. To anyone looking, it looked like she was fixing her dress.

“You’re gorgeous,” The man walking toward her a few moments later declared.
Clementine wondered if he saw her touch herself a moment ago, as she looked up from her smartphone and waited for the car she had ordered. She smiled at him softly, as she always did when a man told her she was gorgeous, beautiful, whatever.

“Are you waiting for a car as well?”

He lifted his phone up, and Clementine tilted her head to the side. She shook her head as he showed her the app on his phone which revealed the same driver, and the same car as she expected.

“Yes,” she said, smiling nervously. “Looks like we are waiting for the same one.”

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photo courtesy of Kinkly