Morning Wood

Erotic Flash Fiction

I don’t know about you but I love the feeling of waking up to find his Morning Wood pressing against me, even if it’s just a one night stand with someone I met through a site like http://meetandfucksite.com/free-fuck-buddy-sites I still love that feeling.

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Morning Wood

I wake slowly, the sun slanting through the gap in the curtain, falls on the book on the bedside table. I can feel the weight of your arm resting across my waist. Your body snuggled against me, is radiating heat, and I wiggle closer trying to absorb it.  As my butt presses against you I smile, I can feel your morning wood between us. I know you’re still asleep and for a minute I consider waking you in a very nice way but I don’t know you well enough to assume you’d approve, so I decide to let you sleep.

I drift back to sleep, and when I wake up again, I know instantly that you’re awake. You’re pressing against me, rocking your hips. I think about rolling over but part of me is curious. I want to see what you will do, so I continue feigning sleep. I mumble and shift, as if caught in a dream, and you let go of me, rolling onto your back. I hold myself still listening to you.

I can tell you’re trying to be quiet, to not wake me. I expected you to start sorting yourself out but I can feel both your arms, one down between us, and one coming over your head. I wonder if you’re trying to go back to sleep, and for a while I think you have. Then I hear you sigh, and you move the arm that was between us.

I can still feel your upper arm pressed against me, and as you start to stroke yourself it rubs against my back. It’s a slow gentle movement, and my skin breaks out in goosebumps of arousal, as if I felt a sudden breeze. I open my eyes slightly looking down my body, and realise I can see you perfectly in the mirror covering the wardrobe door. You’re still lying flat on your back, head tilted upwards, one arm thrown over your face, so your forearm is covering your eyes. Your cock is standing straight up from your body, with only a slight curve towards your stomach.

As your fist moves up and down the shaft, you pull your cock, tugging it away from your stomach. Your movements are much firmer than I would have been, they’re almost rough. I watch you, fascinated by the way you touch yourself.  I can feel myself getting turned on, my nipples peaking as my cunt throbs. I want to wriggle to touch myself but I don’t want you to stop what you’re doing. I hold myself still, trying to keep my breathing even, hoping you won’t realise I’ve woken up.

I feel like a voyeur, watching you when you’re unaware but I’m too drawn in by your morning wood to care.  There is something delightful about watching you like this, it’s a glimpse into something that I don’t get to see often. When I ask someone to wank for me there is a certain level of self-consciousness because they know I’m watching, while that doesn’t spoil the view it definitely doesn’t give me the same thrill that watching you now does.

As his hand tugs and strokes his cock I feel a wet heat in me. His movements are becoming more jerky and uneven. Up to now his only movement has been his hand but now he arches his back thrusting into his fist, and I bite back a moan not wanting to disturb the show, as I press my thighs together tightly. My eyes are now wide open watching him. I’m torn between not wanting to move, and wanting to turn over and join in. He whispers “fuck” pushing his hips towards his hand as his stroking gets faster.

I know he must be close to coming and listening to him is causing an answering throb in my cunt, I pressed my lips together so I won’t moan. His fist tightens around his cock, squeezing hard, as he thrusts. A thick ribbon of cum spills over his fist onto his stomach, as he gives a loud grunt, and I jump. His hand relaxes to his side, and before I can react, he moves his arm from over his face, meeting my eyes in the mirror. I freeze, knowing it is obvious I’ve been watching him.
He starts to grin, “Is it still a one night stand if we have sex in the morning as well?”
I smile, “Oh yes, yes it is.”

 

 

 

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Elust 97 – Community Round-Up

Modesty Ablaze Elust 97

Photo courtesy of Modesty Ablaze

Welcome to Elust 97

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #97 Start with the rules, come back September 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

 

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

The Confessional

A MISTRESS UNSEEN

Wrapped around his finger

 

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Counting

The Storyteller’s Conundrum

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Rainy Day Lover

 

*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*
All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Erotic Fiction

The Sleeping Beauty
Longing
Broken to Be ~ Part 7 – Conclusion
A good man, with a belt

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

The Scene That Almost Never Happened
Sticky fingers

Erotic Non-Fiction

The Art Class Model
Bondage Alfresco Style ~ Collared & tied.
Welcome Home Lazy Vanilla Lovemaking
The Happiest Place On Earth?

Poetry

Burn Together

Writing About Writing

Smut Marathon 2.0

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Sometimes I feel this is all I’m good for

 

 

 

Elust 88

Fucking Glass

Masturbation Monday #41

Welcome to this week’s #MasturbationMonday, Fucking Glass. The images I’ve added below (special thanks to Lilly and Epiphora for the photos) aren’t the original inspiration but due to changes in UK laws I am trying to be careful what I host directly on my page. If you’d like to see the inspiration image you just need to click the hashtag above and it will take you to it.

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The lovely Marie Rebelle is an amazing writer, a community builder, a strong woman, and kinky as fuck. She is also our prompt for this week’s smutty goodness. Her picture might not inspire an erotic story for you, but if you’re not thinking about touching yourself after seeing this, you’re a stronger person than I am! This image originally appeared on A is for…Aroused (and she’s not wrong about that!).

Readers – check out the different posts to find something that makes you want to get off.

Fucking Glass

She stretched lazily, the small vibrator still buzzing on the bed where she had dropped it. She reached for it fumbling to switch it off, before letting her hand flop back to the mattress. She wriggled, she’d just orgasmed but she still wasn’t satisfied…today, she wanted more. She rolled to her side and looked at the display case over her desk. The dildos inside glinted and sparkled in the sunlight pouring through her window. The patterns on the glass caused rainbows to scatter over her room. She had a glass dildo for ever occasion, and she displayed them because they were just so beautiful.

She had a shape and colour for every occasion; there were curved ones, twisted ones, chunky ones, slim ones, smooth ones, textured ones…she even had some that looked like tentacles from some weird sea creatures. Looking at them was a joy, and using them was a pleasure whatever she was in the mood for.

She stood up, and opened the display case. Closing her eyes she let her fingers roam over the dildos, trying to decide which she wanted to play with today. She stroked each one, closing her fingers around some feeling the girth. She spent a while feeling them until she touched one and a warm tingly feeling spread through her. She opened her eyes and looked at it; it was a clear bright pink, curved with a bulbous tip, and the shaft was covered in a textured wavy pattern.

She grabbed some lube, and settled back on the bed. She squeezed some lube out of the bottle onto the head of the dildo, allowing it to dribble down the shaft, before positioning it against her opening. She took her time, teasing herself with just the tip, then sliding the head in and out. Finally she pushed it all the way in, her muscles tightening around it, the shape meaning she was holding it in rather than pushing it out. She felt the head nestled against her g-spot, making her feel full.

She could have pulled it back out, and used it to thrust but it’s curved shape had a much better use. Carefully she pushed down against the end that was sticking out between her legs. Setting up a rocking motion that pushed the bulbous head against the spongey tissue of her g-spot. She laid rocking the dildo, enjoying the feeling of it filling her. The pressure in her building, she felt small waves of orgasm build up, rolling over her, until finally her muscles contracted. Her grip on the dildo tightening as she pushed it one last time causing her orgasm to crash over her, and splashing across her hand as she pulled out the dildo.

 

 

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The Sleeping Beauty – Erotic Flash Fiction

Masturbation Monday #40

Welcome to this week’s #MasturbationMonday, The Sleeping Beauty. You may notice the image I’ve added below doesn’t look much like inspiration but due to changes in UK laws I am trying to be careful what I host directly on my page. If you’d like to see the inspiration image you just need to click below and it will take you to it.

sleeping beautyI have adored Sub_Bee from the moment I met her in London earlier this year and at the time I had no idea she took such gorgeous pictures. Now I know better, and so do you. She’s our gracious and willing prompt this week. I feel like I’m peeking in on a very private moment. Rawr! This image originally appeared on her blog as On Reflection.

 

Readers – check out the different posts to find something that makes you want to get off.

The Sleeping Beauty

She rolls over, kicking at the duvet wrapped around her legs until it slips to the floor. Once it’s gone she settles back, burying her head in the pillows behind her. Her eyes are still closed and as I watch, her breathing grows steady again, as she drifts back into a deep slumber. Grabbing my towel, I smile at my sleeping beauty, and head to the shower. I envy her ability to sleep anywhere, my first night in a hotel I always toss and turn, napping rather than sleeping but she can sleep anywhere.

When I come out of the shower, she’s still asleep, a knee bent up towards the ceiling, while the other lays on the bed. One hand is cupping her cunt, and the other is over a breast. Neither hand is moving, they’re just resting there. I start to towel off, trying to be quiet so I didn’t wake her. I tried to get some pants out of the case but the lid clicked and she muttered in her sleep, one hand twitching. I wrapped the towel back around my hips, and sat in the chair. I picked up my phone, scrolling through Twitter and Facebook, checking my emails, and doing my usual social media morning catch-up.

I’m so caught up in my phone that it takes a while for her moans to filter through my consciousness. I look over at her, the hand that had just been cupping her cunt, is now pressed against it. She is rubbing the heel of her hand against her clit, while her other hand is massaging her chest, alternating breasts as she pinches and pulls one nipple then the other. Her eyes are still shut and for a moment I wonder if she woke up without me realising but then she starts murmuring under her breath. I can’t quite make out everything she’s saying but she is clearly encouraging someone, “harder” and “yes, more” seem to be getting a lot of use.

I consider joining her, replacing her hand with my own, and waking her up but to be honest I’m enjoying the show. Her hand movements are becoming more frantic, her entire body is writhing on the bed, causing the sheets to wrinkle under her. As she rubs faster, she thrusts her hips upwards, and I lean forward, knowing she’s close to coming. Her teeth are clenched, her breathing erratic, and she pulls a nipple hard; tugging and twisting in a way that looks almost painful. She gives a grunt, releasing her nipple as her body wriggles in a way that reminds me of water rippling. Her hand freezes over her cunt and her eyes fly open. She takes a breath and looks over at me, her brow crinkling as she asks, “How did you get all the way over there?”
I laugh, “I wasn’t in bed with you.” Leaving my towel on the chair I join her on the bed, leaning to kiss her I say, “Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

 

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Candlelight – Erotic Flash Fiction

Masturbation Monday #39

Welcome to this week’s #MasturbationMonday, Candlelight. You may notice the image I’ve added below doesn’t look much like inspiration but due to changes in UK laws I am trying to be careful what I host directly on my page. If you’d like to see the inspiration image you just need to click below and it will take you to it.

Candlelight

Marie Rebelle was one of the first sex bloggers I followed and Masturbation Monday is based (in part) on her Wicked Wednesday blogging meme. So when she was willing to share some of her images with me for you, I jumped on that offer quicker than I jump on John Brownstone’s cock.

This original image, titled Candlelight, was shared on her website on January 1, 2017 – and is a perfect way to ring in a new year, I think. And to get a little meta, it was an image she used for Sinful Sunday, hosted by the amazing Molly Moore.

Readers – check out the different posts to find something that makes you want to get off.

Candlelight

He lay on his front, the towel under him was rough against his skin. He could feel his nipples peaking where the fabric was rubbing them. His head was turned to the side, and he was watching the flickering flame on a candle across the room. The room was almost dark, lit only by a handful of candles on a few spare surfaces.

He could hear her breathing as he moved around the room, gathering supplies and making him wait. Building suspense because he’d told her it was more exciting when he didn’t know when it was coming. The room is so quiet he can hear the candles sputtering, as they dance in the draft. There’s a sizzle and he feels her move closer. She’s close enough that he can feel the heat of her body, and he holds his breath waiting for the first stinging drop to hit his back.

Instead of the first drop he feels her lean over him, and suddenly her voice is sharp in his ear, “Breathe”. He jumps, releasing the breath he’s been holding. She stands back up, and he presses his face into the towel, suppressing a chuckle. That’s when the first drop hits his back, he gasps at the shock of pain, and then relaxes into the warmth. He watches the flame of the candle again, as she drips more splashes of wax down his back. Enjoying the sensation switching between the sting of the heat and the soothing warmth as the wax cools.

He can feel it lulling him into that floaty head space. When he feels it dripping across his buttocks, he wiggles feeling an entirely different sort of heat pulsing through his body. He shifts position, pushing against the rough material, trying to rub his cock against it, as he presses her thighs together. Her hand slaps down, stinging his bottom, and he freezes.

For a moment he’d forgotten. Forgotten why he was here, and what they had planned. He shifted again, letting his legs fall apart, maybe slightly wider than before so he can feel the cool air against his sack. That’s when the first drop slides between his buttocks, she’d dripped it carefully without touching him, so it wasn’t all the way down but it was enough that he could feel it. She places one hand over him, using her fingers to spread his cheeks as she drops more wax down his crack.

As she drips it lower, some splashes onto his balls, and he sucks in his breath. His cock is now straining under him, and he can feel the tip moistening with precum. He tries not to move again, as she continues to drip the wax over his crack, allowing it to build up. At last she stops, and he feels her step back. He glances at her over his shoulder, noticing she has blown out the candle in her hand. She catches his eye, “Turn over.”
He turns onto his back, his cock standing straight up from his body, like a soldier on parade. “Thank you, Miss.”

She laughs, picking up a new candle in a garish shade of luminous pink. She lights it from one of the nearby tealight, and walks back to him. The first drops spatter his chest, the pink standing out brightly against his dark hair. She drops the wax in a circular pattern, drawing swirls over his chest, before moving down his torso. As she gets closer to his cock it twitches, and she looks up at him meeting his eye, “It’s almost like you’re begging for it, don’t you think?” His cock twitches again, and he nods.

The first drip hits the tip of his cock, and he grunts. The sting of pain surprising him but it cools rapidly, and by the time the head is covered, he is moaning, his hips thrusting upwards as he tries to get more of the feeling. She is now holding a dripping candle in each hand. He closes his eyes, letting the alternating sensations of pain and pleasure dripping on his cock and balls. She still hasn’t touched him, and he realises he is about to come. As another drop hits the top of his frenulum, the pain shoots through him and he gives a grunt of pleasure. He comes hard, and looks down at his cock. The cum mixing with the hardening wax making even more of a mess than usual.

He looks up at her, and there is a glint of evil pleasure in her eyes as she holds up the wooden wax removal knife.

 

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