Back Seat Sex

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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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Waves

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Welcome to my 34th post for Rebel’s Notes‘ Wicked Wednesday, Waves.  I can’t believe it’s been five months since I joined in with this meme. I don’t know where the time has gone. You don’t have to use the prompt but I like the inspiration, and challenge. The prompt for this week was:

wavesThis week’s prompt is a suggestion by Mrs Fever:

Waves

They crash and roll, splash and shush; they wash against shores and ripple through otherwise still waters. The most damaging waves stand stories tall above the surface, but the strongest waves are never visible to the naked eye, because they are moving deep under the surface.

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Waves

I love the sea, watching the waves soothes me. Even when they’re big and stormy, crashing against the shore with such force that they leave their mark. There is something reassuring about them. They are steadfast, constant…it is only their intensity that changes. The waves are always there; little surface ripples and deep underwater currents. I find them comforting. If my mood is low or I am anxious, walking along a beach or seafront helps me feel better. It makes me feel connected to the earth.

I often use waves and the associated terminology to describe orgasms because for me that is how my orgasms feel, like the tide coming in. The way they can ebb and flow, the rush in and out, lots of little ripples that build up to a crashing finish.

I’m not great at poetry, so I don’t do it very often but it felt right, for this theme. I hope you enjoy it…

Orgasm Wave

His finger traces down me
Outlining my curves,
like patterns on sand.
Skimming downwards, teasing,
his finger sliding lower.
His mouth finding my nipple,
tasting, sucking, biting.
The waves start to build inside me,
as his mouth and fingers go to work.
He teases me with them,
causing the tide inside me
to ebb and flow.
Lifting me up, and dropping me down,
No thoughts, I can only feel.
My toes curl, and my knees weaken
as the first wave hits me.
Then I’m lost, adrift,
floating out with the tide.

 

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New Start – A Personal Post

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Welcome to my 33rd post for Rebel’s Notes‘ Wicked Wednesday, New Start.  You don’t have to use the prompt but I like the inspiration, and challenge. The prompt for this week was:

new start

It’s the end of the year… a new year lies before us. For some 2016 has been a terrible year, for others it’s been the best one ever. We can all make a fresh start in 2017… how are you going to do that?

Come share your sexiness!

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New Start

If you’ve been reading for a while you will know I don’t do resolutions. I said it last year and the year before, and I am sure will say it again next year. What I like to do instead is to look forward, and think about my hopes for 2017. The things I am dreaming about for the coming year.

In preparing for writing this post I decided to look back at the posts from previous year to see what things I had been hoping for. The one from the beginning of 2015 made me laugh, I have changed so much since I wrote that post. The things I want are so different in some respects, and so much the same in others.  2016’s hopes was nice because some of them have really happened, I am living some of those dreams. Some of them I have still to realise, and that’s okay. It’s good to have hopes to aim for.

In 2017 I would really like to get my shit together money wise, and actually be able to afford to get my own place, it doesn’t need to be big I just want something that is mine. However, to do this I first need to clear all my credit cards, and pay off the financing on my laptop. It is doable but maybe not this year but that doesn’t mean I can’t spend 2017 working towards that goal.

I’d like to continue to build my HornyGeekGirl website, and brand. I saw my numbers increase over the last year, and I like that to continue. I think the best way to do this is to make sure I keep fresh content up. So I’d like to increase my total number of posts over the year. Another part of this is managing to read (and comment on) more posts by other people. I used to use Newsify on my iPad for reading blogs but it relied on Google Reader and since that’s gone I have struggled to find a good replacement, so my reading has been patchy. I tend to read posts on my phone, when they pop up on my Twitter feed, and due to a quirk with WordPress I can’t comment or like them (my phone won’t let me log into my WP account for some unknown reason).

I am already living part of my dream, I am writing for a living, and making money from it but I want to expand this. I need to be pitching more, and trying to break into writing for more websites, publications, etc. At the moment it is few and far between, and I’d like to be able to make it a more regular thing.

Speaking of writing; my passion was always fiction but over the last few years it has fallen by the wayside, as I got busy writing articles for paying jobs. The only fiction I’ve done has been little scenes of flash fiction for Masturbation Monday with the odd one expanded into a short story for publication. I need to be writing more fiction, and getting things together for publication. I have lots of ideas for short story collections, and novellas I just need to start working on them.

Another writing one is finishing my Masters, I need to do this so that I can start researching properly for a PhD. Obviously I want to keep studying because I love learning…….and am a crazy person. But also finishing my Masters will mean if things get a bit desperate money wise, I can pick up substitute teaching without too much trouble. Which would really help with the other goal of wanting my own place to live.

This is a big new start for me, and I have the lovely Mel of Voluptasse to thank for it. We were talking about education (she’s doing a Masters too) and our future plans, and she made a suggestion to help me. One of the things I talked about being interested in doing in the future is sex education for adults (and teens). She suggested I get in touch with Brook because they are always looking for volunteers to help deliver their sex education workshops. So that is now on my list for this year. It will be a big step for me because speaking in front of a group is pretty terrifying to this anxiety girl.

This last one is a more general hope/dream but it ties in with my earlier one of writing more. I have been talking about starting a third blog for over a year, and I think it is time to really make the push and do it. The key to making a living from writing seems to be having fingers in as many pies as possible. So I need to get sorted and get started on my food and travel blog. Okay, to start with it won’t have loads of travel because I can’t currently afford to travel much same goes for restaurant reviews and eating out but that doesn’t mean I can’t talk about places I have been before, or share recipes. I am excited about this I love food and travel, and really want to translate that passion into my work.

And my last one I want to read more. In 2016 I read 52 new books, that number doesn’t include books I re-read, and I re-read quite a lot. I know I read the Harry Potter and Percy Jackson series more than once. And I re-read Wild, the Banned & Banished series, the Hunger Games trilogy, the Divergent trilogy, 1st 3 books in the Swallows and Amazons series, a number of my Point Horror books, and some other books from my childhood. I re-read a lot of books because I find them comforting. The books I love are like a warm cosy blanket, that makes me feel happy and safe.  I’ve set my 2017 goal at 60 books, and again that is new books only. I shared a photo on my book and film review blog of my to-read pile……which is so big it is actually 3 piles. I hope to have reduced those piles significantly by the end of the year.

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Preparation – A Look at my Preparations for Wicked Wednesday

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Welcome to my 32nd post for Rebel’s Notes‘ Wicked Wednesday, Preparation. I was going to talk about my Christmas preparation and plans but then I got the idea to write about a much more sexy type of preparation. You don’t have to use the prompt but I like the inspiration, and challenge. The prompt for this week was:

preparationChristmas is coming closer and everyone is busy with some kind of preparation, even if you don’t like the Christmas time. What kind of preparations are you making? Maybe even non-Christmassy ones? Share your sexiness!

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Preparation

Sometimes I take more care with my preparation than others. I am usually groomed but on some occasions I like to go the extra mile. I don’t just want to be hair free, I want to be silky smooth and soft. For me this involves a careful match up of exfoliating, shaving, exfoliating again, followed by lots and lots of moisturiser….

I carefully spread the bath sheet towel over the end of my bed before going to the bathroom.Using the shower head I wet body. Then I carefully do my first round of exfoliation; for this I use a homemade mix of sugar, olive oil and lemon juice. You mix it all up to a thick paste that is still crumbly, and not too wet. I rub this onto my entire body, even over my vulva, being careful not to get it too close to any openings (sugar and warm wet areas is not a good combo). I step back into the shower, rinsing it off without using any shower gel or soap, just rubbing under the warm running water. You do need to rinse off the bath or shower floor quite well after doing this because it will be slippery. I don’t dry my skin, I just wrap a towel round me leaving my skin with drops of moisture.

Filling a bowl with water, I carry it back carefully so I don’t spill any of the steaming water on myself. I set it on the chest of drawers next to my bed, where I already have my razor waiting. Normally I’d shave in the shower but doing this means I can take my time and get a really close shave. I strip off my clothes, kicking them to one side out of my way. I smooth a blend of coconut butter and coconut oil over my pubic mound, rubbing it into the skin. Then I smooth it over my legs, slowing stroking up from ankle to the top of my thigh, using extra oil on ‘drier’ areas like my knees. Finishing up with my underarms.

Dipping the razor into the hot water, I shake off the excess water. Sitting down and leaning back I pull the skin tight over my mound. Applying the razor to my skin in short strokes, pressing lightly. Working from the outer edge where my thighs meet my body, and then into the middle and downwards, pausing every few strokes to rinse off the blade. I let one leg fall to the side and pull the skin tight, carefully running the razor over my outer lip on that side. Switching over to do the other side before slipping the razor further down between the tops of my thighs. Letting it glide carefully without using too much pressure.

Standing up I prop one leg up on the bed, using long strokes to shave the smooth skin on my shins and calves. Running the blade in short quick strokes over my knee, making sure the skin is tight. Twisting my leg so I can shave the back as thoroughly as the front. An ex once watched this and remarked that the positions I twisted myself into were reminiscent of a ballerina. He was complimenting me (and possibly marvelling at my flexibility) but in my head I always pictured the hippo in a tutu from the Pota Mousse adverts. I am not graceful.

Underarms are last. My arm stretched high, elbow bending over and behind my head. I lean forward slightly, the weight of my hanging breasts helping to pull the skin tight. And I use fast short strokes, zipping over both arms quickly. Then it’s back to the bathroom for another round of the exfoliator. This time I am much more gentle; massaging rather than rubbing it in. When I rinse it off I use a good moisturising shower gel, something with a creamy base is perfect. I don’t want to get rid of the oil I’ve used but I do want to make sure all the sugar is washed away, so it doesn’t get sticky.

I pat myself dry gently, my skin is usually a bit pink looking, and feeling delicate, so rubbing is not a good idea. Back in my bedroom I sweep a skin renewal serum over my body. Then it’s time for the body butter, I use a really good one with a shea butter base, that is almost solid in the tub. This sort of product is really rich, and great for spreading over your body, it really goes a long way. I take my time massaging the body butter all over; working it from my ankles to the tops of my thighs, over my cunt, around my arse and hips, then onto my arms starting at the wrists and smoothing up to my shoulders, under my arms, then down over my chest to my waist.

By the time I am finished I am smooth, moisturised and when I stroke my skin it feels like silk. I love doing this level of pampering care when I have fresh bedding on. There is something really decadent feeling about slipping between clean sheets and feeling them skimming over your legs.

The only thing that feels better is someone’s tongue and mouth appreciating the job you’ve done.

 

 

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People Pleaser – A Personal Post for Wicked Wednesday

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Welcome to my 31st post for Rebel’s Notes‘ Wicked Wednesday, People Pleaser. You don’t have to use the prompt but I like the inspiration, and challenge. The prompt for this week was:

people pleaserDo you do sexual things in your relationship just for your partner that you don’t like doing? Are you always the one trying to keep your friends or family happy? Are you a people-pleaser? Come share your stories – sexy or not!

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People Pleaser

I was going to write an erotic piece about submission, and wanting to please a dom but in the end I realised I had something else I needed to say.

I’m a people pleaser. I will bend over backwards to make the other people around me happy, especially if they’re having a bad time. I will spend money I can’t afford to get them a gift that I hope will make them smile. I will take time to visit them, even if it is a distance away. I will do what I can to please them.

This need-to-please extends to other areas too. This isn’t always the best thing. I put up with a lot from my ‘family’ after I lost my dad; I had to sort out everything, look after everyone else. No -one was looking after me. This lasted for about a year after, then I tried to kill myself. I’d timed it all so I would have at least 24 hours but my boyfriend had forgotten his phone, came back and found me. None of my ‘family’ visited me in the hospital, or afterwards when I was home.

I had to see a psychiatrist for the next 18 months. It was there that I learnt it isn’t my responsibility to please other people. It’s not up to me to make someone else happy. The person I need to please is me. We talked a lot about how certain people in my lives were emotional takers, and it was not just okay but necessary to remove them from my life. So I did. And my life is definitely better for not having the step-monsters in it.

There are areas I am working on, where I am still a people pleaser. I will still go the extra mile for someone, then later see how little it was appreciated, and beat myself up for it. I’ve also been known to do thing I didn’t really want to do in the bedroom because things have gotten to a point where I want to stop but I know what is happening is making the other person happy, so I don’t say anything. In the past I have done things like given someone a hand/blow job because I didn’t want to have sex but wanted to please them. Yes, really.

I also think part of me being a people pleaser is because of some emotionally questionable relationships in my far past. I had a few relationships that have been categorised as abusive but that I don’t feel comfortable calling that. Yes, things happened I wasn’t on-board with but I was never beaten, I could say no. That didn’t always mean my no meant anything but I could, which meant I learnt the lesson that sometimes you just go with it because it will be over quicker. Do something for them to get it done. No, it’s not healthy but it was a lesson I learnt. One I am still working on unlearning.

I am still a people pleaser.

 

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