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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Mutual Masturbation

Masturbation Monday #35

Welcome to this week’s #MasturbationMonday, Mutual Masturbation. This is my first Masturbation Monday entry in quite a while, and when I saw the picture I knew I had to write something. I love the prompt theme of Mutual Masturbation, and this was fun to write. The inspiration was:

mutual masturbationIt’s always fun to masturbate together. Don’t you think so?

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Mutual Masturbation

I came in quietly, dropping my things on the floor by the door as I turned the lock. Going to the fridge I grabbed a bottle of water, before heading into the living room. The door was ajar and I stopped in the gap. Jack was fast asleep in just his running shorts, his t-shirt was thrown over the back of the sofa. He’d worked hard to lose the extra weight he was carrying after his Dad had a heart attack, and he looked great. I loved him either way but he seemed happier now, and our sex life had certainly had a boost.
It was like he was always ready to go. All I had to do was look at him a certain way, and he was up for it. It had led to some interesting incidents; like that hotel balcony in Paris, the beach on a tiny Greek Island we’d arrived on by boat, or the coat room at a house party. It had woken up a part of him that I hadn’t seen before and I was enjoying it.
I edged into the room, being careful not to wake him. I was about to sit in the chair facing him when I had an idea. Reaching under my skirt I slipped my panties off, dropping them to the floor before sitting down. I was planning to read but as I settled into the chair Jack shifted in his sleep. I watched the way his body moved and my mind drifted, remembering this morning when he’d joined me in the shower. We’d taken turns washing each other, running soapy hands over each other’s bodies, tracing ever lump, bump, curve, and dip.
As I thought about his touch I found my own hand drifting towards my cunt. I bunched my skirt up to give me better access, and leaned the chair back so the foot rest lifted my legs. I run my hand over my cunt, tracing my lips with a finger, letting it slide between them, and feeling the wet slickness spreading. I press my thumb against my clit, wiggling it without removing the pressure. Very quickly my breath quickens, and I push up against my hand. As I come I grit my teeth holding in my moans. I relax into the seat, moving my hand further down so I can slide a finger into myself, thrusting in and out as my cunt tightens and throbs around it.
A noise startles me, and I open my eyes. Jack is standing by the sofa watching me, his shorts are pushed down his hips, and he is holding his cock. “Do you know how sexy you are?” He grins at me, “Look what you’ve done.” He punctuates his words with firm tugs on his erection. Noticing my hand is still hovering above my stomach he nods at it, “Don’t let me stop your fun.”
I look up at him, and smile. Keeping my eyes fixed on his I drop my hand back down, and purposefully slide two fingers into myself. He bites his lip, and I shift my gaze, watching his hand stroking up and down his shaft, I match my pace to his, thrusting my fingers in and out. I curl my fingers inside me rocking them against my g-spot, and I feel the waves of my orgasm building. We’re both gasping, and I come again, my legs twitching, as my toes curl in. I look up at him, his eyes are now closed, and his hand movements are getting erratic. I unfasten my shirt, pulling down my bra as I kneel at his feet, “Jack, babe, come for me.” He opens his eyes, knowing what I want, and he squeezes his cock harder. Angling it as he comes so I catch every drop across my bared breasts.
He flops back onto the sofa, a grin on his face. Watching me closely as I move my bra back into place, and fasten my shirt. I smile back, “My parents will be here soon, do you want to change?”

 

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Phone Sex – Erotic Flash Fiction

Masturbation Monday #34

Welcome to this week’s #MasturbationMonday, Phone Sex. The inspiration was:

phone sexThis brings back memories…anyone else?

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Phone Sex

“Have a good time guys, make sure you eat before you start drinking.”The door slams shut, the lock clicking as they leave, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I head into my room up, closing the door and flicking the button on my lock, then I roll the draft excluder against the bottom of the door. I light a few candles and put a CD on low before snuggling on my bed. I check the time then stare at the phone willing it to ring. It doesn’t.

Finally bored of waiting, I slide off my shorts before laying back down. I slide my hands under my top, to play with my breasts. My hands cup and squeeze them, then I pinch my nipples. When they’re hard, standing up in firm peaks I move one hand downwards. Closing my eyes I slide my hand over my pubic mound. I shaved earlier and I love the feel as I glide my fingers over the silky smooth patch of skin.

I slip a finger between my lips, finding my clit and stroking over it. As it starts to swell, I circle it, feeling wet heat throb through me. I push into my hand, wanting more pressure as my orgasm builds. I’m right on the edge when my phone rings. I jump, cursing, I’d forgotten about the call.

I reached out with my other hand, while I go back to stroking my clit.
His voice is gravelly in my ear, “Sorry babe. I couldn’t get rid of John. Hate that I kept you waiting.”
I think about it for a split second, then start to grin, “That’s okay I managed to find something to occupy myself…..and keep my hands busy.”
There’s silence as he considers what I said, “Wish I was there to give you a hand.”
“What would you be doing if you were here?” We’ve not really done phone sex before, and I’m not sure how he’ll respond but when he starts talking I know it was the right thing.

His voice washes over me as he describes what he’d like to be doing. My hand is back on my cunt, and I am moaning down the phone, my breathing raspy. I brush a thumb over my swollen clit, while my fingers move easily between my lips. The juices making it easy to slide two fingers into me. I keep my thumb on my clit, pressing, in a circle motion, as I slowly thrust two fingers in and out of my cunt.

As the waves of pleasure build inside me, I let his voice carry me. I mutter out some random words, much as I would if here, telling how good it feels. Finally 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 the sheet.

“Oh fuck, baby. That was so hot.” I try to reply but my voice won’t work. I make a happy noise, then start giggling. He waits, knowing my responses.
At last I calm down enough to speak, “You turn.”

 

 

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Quick Hand Job – Erotic Flash Fiction

Masturbation Monday #33

Welcome to this week’s #MasturbationMonday, Quick Hand Job. The inspiration was:

Quick Hand Job

Do you get the feeling she knows exactly what she wants? I think so…and now he’s clear on that, too. (Oh, and this is part of a larger gif set – you might want to check it out. Scroll down for the link.)

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Quick Hand Job

He gave George a last spin as the song finished, spinning her into him. They were both breathing hard as she hugged him,”Have you been practising?”
He laughed, looking down at her, “I might have taken a few lessons.”
She hugged him again, and as a slow song started playing he wrapped his arms around her, only just hearing the thank you she whispered against his shoulder.

George had told him about the swing band her friend Mara had booked for her wedding reception, explaining that it was something they’d enjoyed together as kids. She’d offered to teach him a few steps but he hadn’t seemed that interested, so she didn’t mention it again. Now she felt like she was floating, she couldn’t believe he’d taken dance lessons for her.

Adrenaline was still coursing through her, and she felt a change inside her. The thrill of the dance becoming a flush of desire. Shifting her stance she pressed into him, angling herself so one hip pressed against him. She tilted her chin up to kiss him, a deep firm kiss that told him what she was feeling. As the song ended she wiggled against his crotch, smiling when she felt his cock twitch against her as it started to stiffen.
She stood on tiptoe to whisper in his ear, “Quick hand job?”

The walked hurriedly down the corridor, they ducked round a corner and found a dead end. They listened for a moment outside the door, and then he was kissing her. His hands inside her jacket, under her top, stroking over her stomach. She fumbled with his zip, glad for the loose fit of his dress trousers. His briefs restrained his erection, and she pushed her hand through the gap, allowing his cock to pop free.

She wrapped her hand around his shaft, squeezing and stroking it. He moaned, his hands cupping her breasts, squeezing them. When her nipples puckered he ran his fingertips over them, pinching as she squeezed his cock. Their breathing was ragged, his moans and hands combined were causing her cunt to throb. When he tugged one nipple extra hard she whimpered at the intensity of the next throb. He moved one hand sliding up her skirt, pressing her thighs apart, and stroking over her cunt. Finding her already slick with desire, he slipped a finger inside her. Circling his thumb over her clit until she leant forward, pressing her mouth against his shoulder to muffle her moans. Her hand clenching around his cock, moving faster as he pushed her towards the edge. As she came she bit his shoulder, and her knees weakened. He pulled his fingers out, moving them up to his lips, and sucking them.

She dropped to her knees, pressing her lips to the head of his cock. Opening them wide, and taking his cock into her mouth. She focussed on the head, keeping her hand working his shaft as she sucked him. She curled her tongue, flicking it against the underside of the head. He grabbed a fistful of her hair as he leant back against the wall. His breathing hitched, and she thought she heard him say her name. She moved her hand and slid her lips down his shaft. Taking in as much of him as she could, as she sucked. He grunted, and she felt the hot liquid spilling down her throat.

When he’d finished she pulled back, carefully tucking him back into his pants, and zipping up his trousers. He held a hand to help her stand. She placed her hand in his and as she rose they heard a sound from across the hall. They both looked over as the door in the opposite dead end clicked shut.

 

 

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Christmas Future – An Erotic Piece for Masturbation Monday

Masturbation Monday #32

Welcome to this week’s #MasturbationMonday, Christmas Future. As you may remember in my last Masturbation Monday I decided to do a three part piece on a basic Christmas/Scrooge theme. Still using the photo Kayla provides as inspiration but with my own little theme. I managed to totally miss Monday last week, I think it was Wednesday before I even worked out what day it was. So even though I have missed Christmas Present I decided I would stick with finishing my story with Christmas Future. The inspiration was:

christmas future

I really, really hope this is how I ring in the New Year (or something like it!) What about you? Will you be loving yourself or someone else as the calendar changes from 2016 to 2017? I hope so! Happy New Year, y’all!

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Christmas Future

She woke slowly feeling the warmth of him against her. She shuffled back pressing herself into the curve of his body, and his arm came round her pulling her tighter into him. After snuggling for a while she was wide awake, and she could tell he was too. His hard cock pressing between her arse cheeks.

She rolled over so she was facing him and wiggled close, slipping her knee between his legs. She kissed his chest, resting her cheek against it, as she breathed in his scent. He was warm, and smelt clean. She lay there breathing deeply, her palm flattened against him feeling his heart beat.

He dropped onto his back, and her fingers roamed over his chest. She loved playing with his chest hair, it was curly but soft and she loved how it felt under her fingertips. She traced the outline of curls, circling his nipples. She smiled when they hardened even though she’d only skimmed around the edges of them. She tipped her head down flicking her tongue over the nearest nipple, giggling when he squirmed.

She watched the sheet shift as his cock twitched, and reached down, flicking it away and wrapping her hand around his hard cock. She squeezed it, pulling her hand upwards, and he moaned. A throaty guttural sound that made her cunt throb with desire. She pumped his shaft, squeezing rhythmically, her eyes fixed on his face. His head was tilted back and his eyes were closed. He was panting. Words of encouragement falling from his lips. She moved her hand faster, and as he let out a grunt, she felt hot cum splash over her fist and splatter his stomach.

She let go of his softening cock, and kissed him before laying back smiling happily. “Good morning.”

 

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