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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On My Knees – Erotic Flash Fiction

Masturbation Monday #38

Welcome to this week’s #MasturbationMonday, On My Knees. 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.

on my kneesI’m not sure who I envy more – Exposing 40 for having access to such a beautiful cock, or the cock-bearer’s access to her. Rawr! This is her second prompt for Masturbation Monday, and I hope it won’t be her last (hint, hint). 

Bloggers and authors – share your hottest scenes and posts. Feel free to use this week’s picture as a prompt but don’t feel obligated. Write what turns you on!

On My Knees

I straddled his thighs, bracing myself with one hand on the mattress, the other wrapped around the base of his shaft. I lowered my head down, grinning at him as I poked my tongue out, flicking it over the tip of his cock. I open my mouth wide, sliding my lips over the head, and wiggling my tongue against his frenulum. He moans, gripping the sheets with his fist. When I slide my mouth further down, flattening my tongue along the shaft, and sucking the head, his moan deepens. I try to take as much as I can, sliding down until I’m about to gag before pulling back.

I move my hands, shifting position and trying to get more of him but I can’t get the angle right. He puts his hands on my shoulders lifting me up, I look up at him and smile. When he gently moves me back I’m confused until he stands up. He pulls my hand so I’m standing in front of him, then he smiles, and there’s a hunger in the way he looks at me, “Want to get on your knees?” I have a moment of worry, he’s tall and I’m not I think I might be too short on my knees. But there was something in his voice and I kneel.

Turns out it puts me at the perfect height, and I grin up at him before I take his cock in my mouth. I rest my hands on his hips, curling them around to squeeze his arse as I suck his cock. I move my head, sliding my mouth up and down his shaft, circling the head with my tongue as I move. He leans back, his hands stroking my hair as he makes happy noises, it’s when he moans out, “Oh baby”, that I get a tingle of pleasure running through me. I love the control I’m wielding, I may be on my knees but I have all the power…and it feels amazing.

After a few minutes he pulls me up, hugging me tight, and we move back onto the bed. I straddle his hips, pressing his cock between us, and sliding my cunt back and forth over it. As I lean down and kiss his chest. He grabs my hips pressing into me, and bouncing against me. I grind back onto him, until we’re both gasping, our breathing ragged. I bite his shoulder as I come, and he pulls back, I hadn’t meant to do it, I’d just forgotten where I was.

I roll off him, turning onto my back, and he follows, straddling my legs. I push my boobs together and grin at him, “Please”. He pumps his cock with his fist a few times, spraying my chest (hair, bedding and the wall behind me) with cum. I lie back happy, and he cleans up.

 

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Back Seat Sex

Wicked Wednesday

Welcome to my 35th post for Rebel’s Notes‘ Wicked Wednesday, Back Seat Sex. You don’t have to use the prompt but I like the inspiration, and challenge. The prompt for this week was a little on the naughty side so you’ll have to click the image below to see the actual pic used:

Back seat sexAll of us had a sexual experience on the backseat of a car, right? And if we didn’t, we can definitely write a hot story about it… come on, share your stories!

Back Seat Sex

I straddled his lap, grinding against him as we kissed.  We were both still fully clothed, or almost fully clothed, he’d managed to get me out of my bra.  We were supposedly here to enjoy the view; they’d announced there was going to be a meteor shower and we thought the cliff top would be the perfect place to watch. And it was for about ten minutes, then we got…distracted.

We’d been kissing when he pulled me towards him, lifting me over the gear stick, so I’m straddling him. He’s kissing me hard, and I feel his hands moving under my vest, gripping my tits, squeezing them. When his hands slide around my back so he can unhook my bra, I lean back yanking down my straps, and pulling it off. I drop it on my empty seat. He’s squeezing my tits, pushing them together, and massaging them. He pinches the nipples until they’re hard and standing out against the thin cotton of my vest.

He slides one arm around my back lifting me slightly, and pulling my vest up. He drops his head to lick a nipple, sucking it into his mouth before catching it with his teeth, and pulling. Pushing my chest against his mouth I moan, reaching down between us to rub his cock through his jeans. Now his mouth is on my other breast, teasing and circling the nipple, gently sucking. He’s hard, straining against his fly, and I shift so I can grind against him again.

Which is when my ass hits the car horn. We both jump, and I know I’ll have a bruise where he’s just bitten the side of my breast. We look at each other, then my mouth twitches, and I can’t stop myself. I put my head on his shoulder as I giggle. I can feel him smiling against my hair, and I shift…hitting the horn again. This time we both start laughing, my giggles changing to full on laughter, I open his door and spill out of the car. Standing by his door leaning against it as I laugh. He follows me out, moving around me to open the back door. He slides in head first, laying along the seat, and he grins at me. I shut the driver door and step around to the back. I realise he’s taken his shoes off.

He holds his arms out, inviting me to slide in. Keeping eye contact I lean in but instead of  getting in with him, I unbutton his fly. As I move the denim his cock springs up, standing to attention. I tug at his waist band and he lifts his hips, I pull his jeans down, leaving them gathered around his ankles. I step back and unzip my jeans, sliding them all the way off, and dropping them in the foot well, before I climb in the back seat with him. Lying on top of him, his cock pressed between us as we kiss, I can wiggle and feel him twitch under me. He sneaks a hand down, holding my knickers to one side so he can slip a finger between my lips, curling it to tease me.

He breaks our kiss, pushing me up as he grabs the bottom of my vest, tugging it up so he can get to my breasts. He holds onto me as he shuffles backwards, so he is half leaning on the door. Putting his mouth at the perfect angle to suck my nipples. My legs either side of his torso, his cock pressed up against his abdomen as I grind myself back and forth over it, my damp knickers rubbing us both. His mouth and finger are getting rougher, his movements becoming more uneven. He pulls his finger out of me, hooking it around my knickers, trying to move them. When he can’t shift them enough, he suddenly growls, biting my nipple, and twisting his finger. I feel the thin lace rip, as he whispers my name, his voice pleading.

I hold the back of the seat as I lift myself up, gripping his cock with my other hand guiding him in. As I slide down onto him, he moans, and moves his hand, his thumb now circling my clit, brushing over it, and making me throb. Knowing I don’t have the headroom to bounce, I tighten my pelvic floor, and rock against him, it’s a move that make me come quick. He moves his hands to my hips, supporting me and letting me control it. He moves his head back his breathing ragged, and when my third orgasm starts building, the tightening and release push him towards his own orgasm. The waves are rushing up inside of me feeling like a constant building up, and I grab his arm as I ride towards climax. When I tighten my grip, my nails digging into his skin, he leans forwards, biting my nipple, and my orgasm crashes over me. Feeling me climax pushes him over the edge, and he comes hard. He whispers my name as he pulls me down to lay on top of him, then kisses my forehead.

We’re standing outside the car, getting our clothes straightened when I look up, and there are the meteors flying across the sky like fireworks.

 

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Solo Sex

Masturbation Monday #37

Welcome to this week’s #MasturbationMonday, Solo Sex. 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.

solo sexI have adored Cara Thereon for years, when she blogged under a different name and now under this iteration of her smut. She almost never thinks she’s beautiful enough as a person or talented enough as a writer, but I do, and I love everything she does and creates – including this GORGEOUS prompt for Masturbation Monday this week. Let it inspire you (or not) but let us all wipe the drool from our chins and admire all that makes Cara amazing – and it’s definitely not just her body.

Bloggers and authors – share your hottest scenes and posts. Feel free to use this week’s picture as a prompt but don’t feel obligated. Write what turns you on! **Please make sure to include the Masturbation Monday banner or badge on your blog post!**

Solo Sex

I closed the door, locking it behind me. I paused to kick my shoes off, slipping my arms out of my jacket, and dropping it over the chair. I slide off my skirt, unbutton my shirt, folding both over the back of the chair. I unfasten my bra, pulling the straps down to remove it, enjoying the relief as my breasts swing free. I push down my pants, bending slightly to pull them off.
I straighten, hands up, stretching out the kinks of the day.  My nipples are stiff, puckering up in the breeze from the air con. I pull back the duvet, folding it at the end of the bed, before I lay down. My plan is to nap in the cool air but it’s hard to not play with my nipples. They’re standing to attention so nicely that my fingers are drawn to them. I pinch and tease them until little shoots of arousal are rushing down my body, and my cunt is feeling moist.
I move one hand down my body skimming over that place that causes shivers when lovers kiss it. Sliding my hand over my cunt, feeling the soft prickle of the hair I’m letting grow. I tease my outer lips, spreading my juices over them with my fingertips. I put the heel of my hand over my clit, pushing and rocking my hand without lifting it. The pressure on my clit builds the warm feeling in my stomach, and with my other hand I pinch and pull my nipple, harder than I was before. My cunt is throbbing, pulsing with waves of building orgasm. Without moving my hand off my clit I curl my middle finger, letting the tip slip into me, teasing around my entrance. When I come I can feel the tightening around my finger.
Although, I’ve orgasmed I don’t feel satisfied, the finger I used to tease myself has just made me long to be filled. I lean over and open a drawer, pulling out some toys before I lay back. I hold my little vibe to my clit and switch it on low, letting my clit gets used to the rumbly vibrations before I turn it up. It doesn’t take long before I’m feeling pulses of orgasm in my cunt. I slide my glass dildo in, I love the way it feels slightly cool at first, adding to the response inside me. My cunt throbs, contracting around the cool glass, each time my body tries to push it out I slide it back in. My nipples are tightening in an almost painful way, as my orgasm builds. When I feel close, I hold the dildo inside me rocking it against my g-spot. My whole body is reacting, shivers running over me, and I drop the clit vibe, it slips to the bed buzzing against my hip but my focus is on the dildo and the pressure building inside me. I rock the dildo faster and faster, my hold slipping slightly. My hands is gripping the sheet beneath me as I push my hips up. The pressure finally crashes over me, everything clenches, and then releases. My grip on the dildo slips, and as I come I push it out, with a rush of fluids. The final release left me satisfied and I lay back, my legs and arms floppy on the bed. Finally relaxed.

 

 

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Bath Time

Masturbation Monday #36

Welcome to this week’s #MasturbationMonday, Bath Time. You may notice the image I’ve added below doesn’t actually match this week. That is because I loved this picture prompt but due to work I never had chance to write for it. I knew I wanted to use it though, it totally inspired me to write. The inspiration I’m using is:

Bath Time

Hmmm, I bet I know what she’s doing in that tub. What I really want to know is…what does he think about it?

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Bath Time

“Babe?” I shut the door, flicking the lock as I take my coat off and hang it up. I’d had a hell of a day, and I really needed a hug. After I’d spoken to him earlier, I thought Mike would be home but there was no response. I wandered into the kitchen, standing on the side was a glass of red wine. I picked it up taking a sip as I read the note he’d left. “Check the bathroom. Hot water is on.” Wine in hand I went to the bathroom. I smiled as I walked through the door; candles waiting to be lit, a small pouch of my favourite bath pearls, and iPod waiting in the player. I turn on the taps, letting the water run before putting in the plug. Leaving my wine I go into the bedroom, my robe is laid out on the bed, and I quickly undress, wrapping my robe around me before twisting my hair up into a knot.

I head back into the bathroom, and turn off the taps. I light the candles, switch off the overhead light, and hit play on the music. As the first strains of jazz fill the bathroom, I add the pearls to the water, swirling them with my hand until they pop and dissolve, releasing their fragrant oil. I slide into the water, letting the warmth hug me as I settle down. I grab my phone from the side and send Mike a quick message, “Thanks, babe. I needed this.” I lay back, closing my eyes. The combination of the music and warm water works to soothe me, and I can feel the tension leaving me as I take another sip of wine.

My phone beeps, and I debate just leaving it but I know Mike will be replying so I reach over to pick it up. I was right but when I open the message puzzlement creases my forehead, ‘Check under the towels’. I reach under the carefully folded towels, and my hand brushes something firm. I grin as I pull it out, and I am just about to message Mike when my phone vibrates again, ‘It’s fully charged’. I type a thank you, my eyes welling with tears at his thoughtfulness.

It’s my new favourite vibrator; the one I’ve been reaching for most often. It offers quite an unusual sensation, one that is enhanced under the water. I slide my body down, lifting one leg to rest on the side of the bath. My nipples are poking up just above the water line, stiffening in the cool air. I move the toy down, positioning it carefully before switching it on. As the first tickles of sensation start, I turn up the intensity. One hand is holding the toy in position, the other is playing with my breasts; tweaking first one nipple, then the other. As the toy starts working it’s magic I pinch and twist my nipples, harder and harder. My body is reacting; I’m wriggling and twitching, causing the water to splash.

My leg, over the edge of the bath is stopping me from slipping under the water, as I thrust my body, pushing up against the toy. My head is back, and my eyes closed, the waves of my orgasm are pulsing through me causing my body to create waves in the bath water. The build up seems to be lasting forever, a sign that I really was stressed. I finally feel them start to crest, and as release rushes through me my body relaxes. I let go of the toy letting it sink to the bottom of the bath, and as the last of my tension floats away I start to giggle.

“Feel better after your bath time?” I’d heard him come in but hadn’t wanted to stop.
I look up, smiling lazily at him, “Yes, I do. Thank you.”

 

 

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