Through Glass – Wicked Wednesday #9

Wicked Wednesday

Welcome to my ninth post for Rebel’s Notes‘ Wicked Wednesday, Through Glass. You don’t have to use the prompt but I like the inspiration, and challenge. The prompt for this week was:

Peeping Tom

– a person who derives sexual pleasure from secretly watching people undressing or engaging in sexual activity.

Time for confessions: have you ever been a Peeping Tom? Have you ever stood outside a door and bent down to look through the keyhole? Or deliberately watched someone through a window? Or have you ever been aware of someone standing outside, watching you? What did you do? Hide away or gave them a show? Share your true stories or write a sizzling piece of Peeping Tom erotica.

 

Through Glass

She pushes him back against the support, dropping to her knees as she strip off his boxers. His cock, already hard, bobs in front of her. She glances to the side, and I wonder for a minute if she can see me watching through glass. She wraps a hand around the base of his shaft, as she leans in licking along the underside of his length. Letting her tongue slide over his head, and back along until her nose touches his abdomen. She nips gently her teeth pulling at the skin as she looks up at him. He smiles tangling a hand in her hair. She starts slowly stroking his shaft, her fist sliding back and forth, as she wraps her lips over the head.

She keeps her fist going matching the movement of her mouth. I see her throat constricting as she gags on his length, and he puts a hand on the glass supporting himself. She pulls back, looking up at him as she speaks. He pulls her to her feet, kissing her hard as his hand grabs at her breast. He pinches the nipple and as she arches her back he drops his head, sucking the other nipple into his mouth. His hand is at the small of her back, helping support her, while she has one hand against the window and the other reaching to stroke his cock. I watch as he moves his hand to touch her cunt, his thumb settling over her clit as his fingers slide into her slit.  I flex my fingers imagining my hand there instead; how warm she’d be, how wet, how tight, how it would feel as she tensed around my fingers as she came.

My cock twitches when he bends to lift her, her back against the window as she wraps her legs around his hips. He pushes into her again and again, her back sliding on the glass. When she comes I see her shift as her legs tighten, then drop, her hands still clutching his shoulders. He pulls out and slowly lets her slide to the floor, she pauses a moment breathing hard, before rising to her knees and taking his cock in her mouth again. She works him with her mouth and hand, until his cock twitches and his balls tighten. I watch her throat as she swallows, and when she pulls back there is no cum left. He leans back against the support, stroking her hair as she rests her head against his thigh.

I can still see them framed in the window as I move closer to the door, and when I put my key in the lock they both jump.

 

If you’d like to know what happens next, you can read Part 2 here.

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Online Meet and Greet – Eroticon 2015

In case you have missed it on my Twitter I was lucky enough to win a ticket for Eroticon, thanks to WriteSexRight and Pasante. This will be my first Eroticon and I am excited and nervous in equal amounts.

On her Meet and Greet post the lovely Molly of Molly’s Daily Kiss says:

This is your chance to introduce yourself to the rest of the attendees before actually arriving in Bristol on Friday and hopefully coming along to the actual in person, real life, breathing and talking, Meet and Greet.

If you are one of the many people who have been to Eroticon before you all know how this works but if not, answer the questions below on your own site/blog introducing yourself to everyone and then link your post.

NAME (and Twitter name if you have one)

Cheryl Kaye @hornygeekgirl

Is this your first time at Eroticon? If No, what is your favourite memory from a previous Eroticon and if No, what are you most looking forward to at Eroticon 2015?

It is my first time. Y’all be gentle with me, okay? ;D
Apart from all the amazing talks I am just really looking forward to finally meeting (in person) so many of the people I have ‘met’ online this past year.

Which 3 sessions have you already earmarked as definitely going to?

The Eroticon schedule looks amazing. And I’m having a hard time deciding which sessions to attend. I’d also like to have a session free each day in case I need to decompress  but I have to see the sessions by Girl on the Net, Remittance Girl, and Janine Ashbless.

What drink will you be ordering at the bar on the Saturday night?

Cocktails or gin (hendricks) and tonic, and water.

If you wrote an autobiography what would it be called?

Still Breathing……or maybe, Shit Happens. :-\

Where are you writing this post and what 5 things can you see around you (not including the device you are writing on)?

I’m sitting at my desk in my bedroom (I live in a shared house). My Xbox and TV, my small fridge-freezer, pencil case and notebooks, my Doxy Massager, and my bookcase of writing books.

And the last one… If you could go out to dinner with any 5 sex bloggers or erotic writers, regardless of whether they are coming to Eroticon or not who would they be?

Oh wow. This is a really tough one. I am going to pick people who I know I’m not going to see at Eroticon, or who I don’t have definite plans to meet. I know that’s sort of cheating but there’s just too many otherwise. So my five are: Oleander Plume, Malin JamesJade A Waters, Eva Gantz (from Cleis Press),  and the Sexy Librarian herself, Rose Caraway. That would be such an amazing and fun dinner. Can you imagine what a great time you’d have with those ladies.

You can find more Eroticon Attendees here.

 

Watching Her Wank Part 2 – Masturbation Monday

Masturbation Monday #3

Welcome to this week’s #MasturbationMonday., Watching Her Wank. A few people requested I follow-up last weeks story, so I thought I’d give it a go. Hope you like it. You can find Part one here.

 

Watching her wank

She looks like she’s having fun, doesn’t she?

Bloggers and authors – share your hottest scenes and posts. Feel free to use this week’s picture as a prompt.

Watching Her Wank Part 2

I pushed the door a little wider and squeezed through the gap. He smiled as he watched me walking towards him but when I got close enough to reach for him he shook his head.
“It’s my turn to watch…first take your clothes off.” I slowly unfastened my jacket, moving to lay it over his desk chair. With my back to him I slipped off my shoes, and unzipped my skirt. Letting it drop to the floor before slowly bending to pick it up and laying it over my jacket. I grip the hem of my t-shirt and pull it over my head, folding it and putting it on the chair.  Turning to face him I reach behind me, unfastening my bra, sliding the straps down my arms, and pulling it off, dropping it on the chair.

His eyes are fixed on me as I walk towards him. He moves to the far edge of the bed, giving me room to lie down next to him. I lay on my back, playing with my tits. My hands cup and squeeze them, then I pinch my nipples. I start to move my hand down but knowing he’s watching I become self-conscious, and stop. My hand hovering over my stomach, I bite my lip, frozen. He reaches over placing his hand over mine, moving it down, sliding it under the waist of my knickers. As he removes his hand he lets his fingers catch on my knickers pulling them down, and holding them.
“They’re so wet. You must have really enjoyed watching me.” I nod. “Show me how much. Close your eyes and think about watching me again”.

I close my eyes letting my hand move down over the downy curls. Brushing over my swollen clit, as my fingers slip easily along my slit, the juices making it easy to slide two fingers into me. I let my thumb circle my clit, as I slowly thrust in and out with two fingers. My other hand is tweaking my right nipple, pinching and tugging harder as the orgasm I need builds. I arch my back pushing harder and harder against my hand, rocking my hips back and forth feeling the pulsing throb in my cunt. I let out a moan, as I feel the pressure pushing down inside me. An animal growl tears from my throat as I come hard, squirting over my hand, leaving a patch on his sheet.

I relax my body and open my eyes, looking at him. He’s smiling, his hand still gripping my knickers, which his erection twitches.
“I guess you enjoyed watching me too.” I grin as I reach out and grip his cock.

 

If you’d like to know what happened next you can read part 3 of Watching Her Wank here.

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Product Review – Nippleicious

When I recently visited the ETO show I met with the team behind the fabulous Nippleicious nipple jewellery.  I was lucky enough to be given my own set of nipple jewellery to take home and try.

These gorgeous non-pierced, non-invasive nipple jewellery come in a huge variety of colours, sizes, shapes, and styles.

I got some super cute black rose and skull ones. DSC00683

The idea is you get your nipple all perky the put the loop over it and slide the bead to tighten it as much as you want. I loved this idea because not everyone is the same size or likes the same amount of pressure and it is really easy to adjust these to your liking.

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I did find the bead was a little tight to adjust at first and I struggled to tighten the loop by myself. However, I used a dab of lip balm on the ‘string’ and slid the bead up and down a few times before going back and trying it again on my nipple. It was much easier after that.

 

 

If you’re not used to nipple clamps or having anything on your nipple, you should only have them tight for a few minutes as the pain when the blood comes back can be quite intense but because of the way they work it is easy to loosen them just a touch and keep the jewellery in place if you wish.

There are lots of different designs to choose from, and some designs include necklaces and hanging chains. For more photos of their stock check out their Facebook Gallery, and if you’d like to purchase you can visit their shop on Etsy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wild Thing — Wicked Wednesday #7

Wicked Wednesday

Welcome to my eight post for Rebel’s Notes‘ Wicked Wednesday, Wild Thing. You don’t have to use the prompt but I like the inspiration, and challenge. The prompt for this week was:

wild thing

We have something totally different as a prompt for this week… or maybe not so different.

There are so many kinds of hormones in the human body, of which estrogen and testosterone may be the ones we will name first when asked. However, there’s a lot more, like aldesterone that regulates the kidney function, insulin that decreases blood sugar, thyroxin that promotes metabolism, oxytocin that triggers childbirth and many more. Any kind of hormone imbalance, whether in men or in women, can cause quite an upset body. This week, Wicked Wednesday is all about hormones, whether sexy hormones or irritating ones. Share sexy stories, true stories, advice… share your hormones with us!

Information source: Askville
Photo source: Acne Einstein

 

Wild Thing

I’d just finished a session with my personal trainer, I’d staggered to the changing rooms and collapsed on a bench. By the time I’d chugged my green smoothie my energy had returned along with the horny feeling I always seemed to get from gym endorphins, it’s an almost wild thing feeling.
I grabbed my phone and sent a quick text, “I just finished at the gym….what time are you finishing work today?”
He replied so fast I hadn’t even had time to put my phone down, “Did you shower yet?”
“No, not yet. Was just refuelling.”
“Don’t shower. I’ll be at yours in an hour.” I put my phone in my pocket and grabbed my bag, knowing I was grinning like an idiot.

I yank open the door before he even has chance to knock, he gives my gym outfit a once over and grins. Then his mouth is on mine, his hands on my arse as he moves me out of the doorway. The door slams shut and I back him against it, turning the lock as I bite his lip. Tugging his shirt out of his waist band and unbuttoning it. My hands clumsy in my rush to get him naked, I fumble slightly, and my frustration comes out with a growl. He tips his head back, pulling out of the kiss and looking at me. He’s laughing as his hands cover mine and he unfastens the rest of the buttons. I stretch up to kiss him again, my fingers pinching and tugging his nipple. I push his shirt off his shoulders, kissing and biting along his jaw line, down his neck, over his chest. When I bite his nipple he arches back against the door, sucking air in through his teeth.

I trace my fingers over his stomach as I get to my knees, undoing his belt, and popping the buttons on his fly. His cock free from the restraint bobs out to stand at attention. I lean my head forward licking along his shaft in a long stroke, then nipping and kissing a line above his groin. As I move back towards his cock, he shifts almost flinching, and I grin against him, before planting feathery kisses along his cock. Flicking my tongue over the tip, then sucking the head into my mouth. Sliding my lips down the shaft as far as I can then closing my mouth slightly as I pull back, keeping my teeth covered. I suck harder on the head, running the tip of my tongue around him, tasting him. Every time he moans my cunt throbs, and I feel myself getting wetter. I lean back, wrapping my hand around his cock, and stroking with a firm grip. I stand up keeping my hand moving and lick his nipples, moving between them watching them bead and pucker. His eyes are closed, and he’s resting a hand on the door handle, when I bite his nipple he grips it tighter, and I hear him breathe out one word, “fuck.”

With one hand still stroking his cock, I grab his waistband with the other, and move backwards towards the bedroom, pulling him with me.  When we get there I push him onto the bed, pulling his jeans off and dropping them on the floor. Then I push him back, and bend to suck his cock again; a quick lick, a wet slurp, and a suck on the head. Then I straighten pulling my tee off, his eyes are on me as I strip out of my gym clothes. I wave a hand and he moves further onto the bed, so I can straddle him. I grind against him, and arch my back pushing my tits into his face. He sucks one nipple into his mouth, running his tongue around the edge and sucking. I rub my wet cunt along his hard cock, pushing closer to his mouth, as I grind down against him. I can feel myself getting close and when he bites my nipple I come, gripping the bed frame as I say, “Don’t stop. Oh fuck. Please don’t stop.”

He pushes my tits together sucking both nipples into his mouth, and I moan, pushing them further into his mouth. Lifting my hips I reach a hand down between us gripping his cock, sliding the head along my wet slit. Listening to him moan I tease him some more but I can’t stand to tease myself, and I slide down onto his cock. Feeling him fill me, I growl again, I keep him inside, rocking back and forth, while my hand works my clit, and he sucks my nipples. When I come again I feel myself tighten around his cock, but it’s not enough, and I keep rocking wanting more. I ride him hard, like a wild thing, orgasms rolling through me again and again, until he finally comes with a groan.

We stay still for a minute and then with him still inside me I start rocking again, and he rolls us over, withdrawing and sliding his way down my body. He moves off the bed kneeling on the floor, and grabbing my legs to pull me towards him. He puts his mouth to my cunt, licking along the slit, then sucking at my swollen clit, he kisses along the inside of each thigh, biting and sucking. I moan and arch my back, my fingers digging into his arms where they’re wrapped around my thighs. When he slides two fingers into me I tighten around them, and he slides them in and out, causing me to moan, “Oh fuck. Yes. Oh god.” I can feel the pressure building, one hand is holding his arm, the other is clutching at the sheet under me, when he stops thrusting and using a rocking motion curls his fingers hitting my g-spot. My leg muscles spasm and I come hard, squirting over his hand and face.
“Fuck. Thank you.” I gasp out. He sits back grinning at me, my legs, and arms are flopped against the bed, as I blink at him a few times. ”
“Are you okay? You were a wild thing. I’ve not seen you like that before.” He looks concerned, and I start to giggle.
“I am more than okay. That was……oh fuck. That was goood.”

 

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