Sinful Stories Competition #1

Exhibit A over at Exhibit Unadorned decided to run an erotic short story competition. The challenge was to:

Write an erotic short story, no longer than 2500 words, using a photo from the April 27th edition of Molly Moore’s Sinful Sunday meme as the inspiration.

The rules and prize information can be found here.

As I am a very new ‘sex’ blogger, who has never written any erotica before, and is pretty new to reading it, I wasn’t going to enter but then I saw the sinful sunday pictures….let’s just say I was inspired.

My first story was inspired by Exhibit A’s own sinful sunday contribution, Hung.  Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

The Quiet Train

Shifting in my seat I’m trying to ease the throbbing from the train’s vibration and the directness of his gaze, the longer he stares the more my body reacts, and the harder my nipples get the more he stares. I stand up muttering about the sun being in my face and stretch on tiptoe to close the curtain over the carriage door, shutting us off from the corridor. I jump as his hand touches mine, “let me.” Pulling my hand down I turn to find his body has me trapped against the door.

Off balance I put my hand against his chest steadying myself and as I breathe in his warmth, his nipple hardens under my palm. Tipping my face up to look him in the eye, I smile at the question there and reach to pull his head down, kissing him hard. He runs his hands down my body, pausing at my waist before cupping my arse. His hands feel strong and as the kiss deepens he lifts me slightly, pulling me into him so I feel him through his jeans, hard against my stomach.

I savour the feel for a moment before stepping back to create space between us so I can unbutton his fly, his lack of underwear meaning his cock pushes itself up as soon as I unfasten the last button. I run my palm along his cock, feeling the silkiness of his skin against my hand, before curling my fingers around him, squeezing gently I slowly slide my hand toward the tip, already glistening with drops of precum. I rub my palm across his tip in small circles spreading the lubrication across my hand, before sliding my hand back along his length again.

I tighten my grip as I feel his hands moving under my clothes, one hand under my shirt kneading my tit, and pinching my nipple,  as the other moves under my skirt, finding I’m not wearing underwear, he strokes over my pussy, already slick and starting to throb. He finds my clit and his thumb moves in small circles mirroring my movements on his tip. Continuing to massage my clit he slides a finger down pressing into me easily, soon adding a second finger to the first and pushing further into me. I push against his hand, feeling myself tighten around his fingers and he pushes in harder as I start to stroke his cock faster, matching the throbbing rhythm building inside me. He slips his thumb back to rub against my clit, and as my knees give slightly I lean back against the door, feeling the waves of orgasm pulse through me.

Kneeling I take his cock my mouth, sucking the head, and swirling my tongue around the tip. I slide my head up and down along his cock, keeping a hand around his shaft, following my mouth’s movements with my hand, tightening my grip as it moves away from his body. With my other hand I gently cup his balls, rolling them in my hand and gently squeezing, feeling their weight pulling into his body as he twitches and comes. I swallow quickly when his come hits the back of my throat and when his shuddering stops I pull back giving a last cleaning suck before tucking him in and buttoning up his fly.  I stand up straightening my skirt, and smile at him as I sit down. “Same time next week?”



Please feel free to comment and leave feedback, but keep it constructive and polite, this is my first attempt at anything like this. Thanks. xx

More About Me

When it comes to matter of sex and sexual experience I sometimes, for my age (early 30s), feel kind of……I guess naive. And pretty vanilla, especially when compared to the people who write the blogs I love.  Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I’m a nun or anything, it’s just that I think my history is very limited, and even though I feel like I should be settling down, I kind of want to go wild and try all the things that I was always taught ‘good girls’ don’t do.

My history with guys is pretty boring really; lost my virginity when I was 18 to a guy I truly loved, we had been dating for six months, and it just felt like the right time. We never got  round to trying anything ‘out-of-the-norm’ (not even any exciting sex positions – him on top, me on top, oral, hand jobs were about it) unless you count sex in his dad’s car. When he died in an accident it broke my heart, and my next few ‘encounters’ were what I like to think of as extended one night stands. They were a bit like having a living breathing vibrator on call. I got oral sex, sex and human contact. They, very occasionally, stayed the night but mostly I kicked them out as soon as we were done, there wasn’t much space for experimenting; I was 21 and fairly shy about asking for what I wanted.  Then I met the first in a series of guys who were lovely to start and as soon as they had me turned into mentally and emotionally abusive arseholes.  That first guy picked at my confidence and self-worth so skill-fully that I truly believed that everything he told me was true, even after I managed to get rid of him, the damage had been done and his abuse paved the way for the next few guys who came along. In regards to sex they made me feel that nothing I ever did was right, if I initiated, that was wrong, if I didn’t touch them that was wrong, etc. It’s no wonder I now have no confidence when it comes to sex.

I should point out I am very fortunate that I have never suffered physical abuse, occasional sex that was rougher than expected or where the guy was more controlling than I would now put up with happened though, this was with the abusive boyfriends and it has taken me a long time to realise that those things were not because I was doing things wrong or because I wasn’t any good. I still struggle with these issues in regards to giving blow jobs; I love going down on a guy and that feeling of power and control when I can see he is enjoying and responding to what I am doing, but I don’t like a guy to come in my mouth, and if he moves unexpectedly and catches the back of my throat I am likely (this has happened) to gag, and suffer a panic attack. It is something I started working on with the last guy I was seeing, and I felt like I was getting better, and was regaining some of my confidence……right up until I found out he was living with someone, and had been with her for 10+ years. Turns out he cheats on her on a regular basis, and I was just the latest in a long line of girls he duped.

I guess what I need in my life now is a fuck buddy, someone who I can feel safe with and who I can explore my sexuality with , and most of all someone I can have fun with.

I will leave it there for now. If you’d like to know more about anything I’ve mentioned here, or anything about me, please leave questions in the the comments section and I will build any questions into another post.

Feeling Relaxed

I’d intended my second post to be about some of my history with men and sex, why I decided to start writing a sex blog, what I hoped to achieve through the writing, and that sort of thing.

However, today I received a parcel from Lovehoney in the post, it contained a new vibrator (just a cheap one to replace one that broke), and while normally a vibe session for me is all about a quick release, I was chatting with someone by email last night and ended up feeling inspired to try a longer session this afternoon.

I got comfy, put on some background music so the neighbours wouldn’t overhear anything, and tried to think about something……stimulating. Luckily, I’ve been horny for days and have had no shortage of inspiration to pick from. Five orgasms later and I am feeling very chilled and relaxed, in fact I haven’t felt this…..satisfied in quite a while.




I’m a (currently single) geeky girl, who has discovered an interest in sex blogging and erotica. I started reading sex related blogs about twelve months ago, and discovered erotica about six months after that. I had read books of erotic stories previously, but they were always something I felt I had to hide and not talk about. Finding all the amazing blogs I read really opened my eyes to the world out there.

I was always made to feel like I was weird for being a geek and liking geeky thing, and then when I tried to talk to the few friends who accepted my geekiness about sex they just shut down, and told me people don’t talk about that, it’s private. However, I am slowly realising that it is them who have the problem and it is perfectly ok to admit I like the things I like and to talk about the things I want to talk about.

On this blog I am hoping to write reviews of toys, discuss my life and search for Mr Right (while hopefully having fun with some Mr RightNows), and share any blogs posts I’ve enjoyed or found stimulating. I may also branch out into reviewing Erotic books and collections.

I do plan to keep this blog as anonymous as possible because while I know it’s ok to like what I like (as long as it’s not hurting anyone), I have to live in the real world where sometimes it isn’t ok.

Please feel free to leave comments. I will always do my best to reply.