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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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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Strawberry Massage Oil from Lovehoney

Product Review

“Strawberries and… cream? This deliciously scented (and flavoured) strawberry massage oil is perfect for a slow, sensual massage, either for rapturous foreplay, or simply for relaxation. And, for an added sensation, why not try slowly licking it off your lover’s bare skin?

To use, simply warm a few drops in your hands, and gently work into your lover’s skin. Why not give your lucky lover a rapturous massage as part of your weekend fun?”

From Lovehoney

strawberry massage oil

Strawberry Massage Oil from Lovehoney

When you open the bottle the strawberry scent rushes out and permeates the room. It’s a true sharp strawberry scent with just a hint of sweetness. I really liked it.

This massage product is full of lots of natural oils, it’s free from parabens, and glycerine. It is also vegan friendly. And a big one for me it contains NO artificial sweeteners.

The bottle comes with a special stopper to prevents leakages, and I’ve stored the bottle horizontally without any issues.

The oil goes on smoothly, and not much is needed for a back massage. Warming it slightly makes it go even further. Once on it is nice and light, not overly slippery. It leaves your skin feeling soft and moisturised rather than greasy or sticky.

It was easy to wash out of bedding/towels too. And I found after showering it off my skin still felt softer.

My only downside to this was the taste. It didn’t have one. The gorgeous strawberry scent hadn’t transferred to taste at all. However, neither could I taste the oils making it up, so no strong vegetable oil taste, it was just a light neutral taste. Which is a definite improvement on some massage oils I have used.

Will definitely be adding this Strawberry Massage Oil to my box of lotions and potions.

 

Overall

Although I was disappointed the beautiful scent didn’t travel to the taste, it was still very pleasant to use. It is definitely one I would use again.

 

*This item was purchased by myself. This is an honest and unbiased review of it. There are no affiliate links in this review.

Parking Job – Masturbation Monday

Masturbation Monday #19

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

Parking JobI can’t decide which I’d rather do…watch or help. What about you? Masturbation Month is going strong (that’s what he said) and if you haven’t taken time to wank away, now is as good a time as any!

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Parking Job

She smiled and slid her hands under her arse, pressing them down into the seat of the car.
He looked at her, “What are you doing?”
“I told you I’m being good.” She tried not to look at into his lap, he’d unfastened his jeans and pushed the sides apart. When she’d snuck a glance she could see the head of his cock peaking out, it was at that point she’d slid her hands under her. She’d promised herself this was just drinks, she was going to behave, she was not going to have sex today. Not that she didn’t want to, oh hellfire did she want to. He managed to push all the right buttons with just a few words, she could only imagine what he could do in person. But inside she was still fighting the feeling that it was somehow wrong to meet a guy just for sex. She knew it wasn’t but years of being told nice girls don’t do that had ingrained it in her head. Besides she wouldn’t really need the willpower to resist, it wasn’t like they could go anywhere private this afternoon. She’d forgotten he had a car, plus it’s winter, and in winter it gets dark awfully early.

Which was how they’d ended up parked in a layby down a country lane, as darkness rolled in. He’d tilted his seat back, then wrapped a hand round his shaft, pushing his jeans aside to give himself space. She could see his arm moving but was staring determinedly out the window, biting her lip to keep from moaning.
He laughed, “I don’t mind if you watch.”
Staring ahead she said, “If I look I’ll want to touch, if I touch I’ll want to taste, I told myself I’d behave….this time.” He reached over and flicked the nipple that was standing to attention under her shirt, causing her to gasp as shivers of feeling pulsed through her.
“Are you sure you want to behave?”
She laughed, “No, no I’m not.” She reached round under her shirt to undo her bra, before pulling it off and dropping it on her coat in the back seat. He slipped his hand under her shirt, squeezing her breast and pinching the nipple. She reached over, wrapping her hand round his cock and taking over the stroking. He lifted her chin, kissing her fiercely, and as he pulled back she nipped his lip.

His hand was now working to get in her jeans, and she cursed herself for not wearing a skirt. Once he gotten them unfastened she lifted her hips so he could push them down. Then his hand was covering her cunt. He held it still until she pushed against it, and spread her thighs some more. He slipped his hand into her pants, grazing over that spot she’d told him made her shiver, before circling her clit. As he worked her clit she could feel pressure building inside, and her hand, still stroking his cock, flexed and tightened as the first waves of orgasm rushed through her. He moved his hand lower bending two fingers to slip inside her while pressing the heel of his hand to her, each thrust from his fingers causing his hand to press against her clit, and soon she was coming again. Her hand tightening on his cock until worried she might hurt him she let go, grabbing his thigh and certain she was leaving nail marks. She looked down and seeing a drop glistening on his tip she bent her head. Flicking her tongue over the tip, before licking along his shaft. She opened her mouth letting her lips slide down over the head of his cock, tasting him, taking in as much as she could before lifting back up. She settled with her lips around the base of his head, wrapping her hand back around the shaft, and stroking it as she sucked and licked the head and tip. His moans told her what he liked best and she found her rhythm, working his cock until he stopped her.
“We have to go. I have that party. We’ll have to finish this another time.” She sighed, as she moved back, carefully tucking him back into his jeans, before straightening her own clothes, lifting her shirt to get her bra back on.

It wasn’t until she was on the train halfway home that she thought to check her make-up; her lipstick was smeared, and her mouth looked swollen. She smiled to herself. They should definitely do it again.

 

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On Your Knees — Wicked Wednesday

Wicked Wednesday

Welcome to my 21st post for Rebel’s Notes‘ Wicked Wednesday, On Your Knees. You don’t have to use the prompt but I like the inspiration, and challenge. The prompt for this week was:

on your kneesOn Your Knees

What does getting on your knees mean to you? Or how do you feel if someone gets on their knees in front of you? Have you ever been on your knees or has someone ever stood on his/her knees in front of you? Share your (sexy) stories…

 

On Your Knees

I’m standing by the sofa, massaging my wrists. I’m still naked, waiting for you. When I hear you come back in I turn to face you, and you’re smiling at me, that smug smile you get when you see a mark you’ve left. I can still feel the stinging across my arse, a slight burn that I know will be a dull ache by morning. The floaty head space I was in has almost gone but I smile and sway towards you.
“On your knees.” your voice is sharp, commanding and I drop to my knees. Sitting back on my heels so they press into the bruises as I look up at you.

You meet my look, and still smiling you walk towards me. When you’re within reach I lean forward, resting my head against your hip. My cheek is pressed into the top of your thigh, and I smile as I notice the outline of your cock, already hard and fighting the confines of your pants. Without waiting for permission I move my hand up to stroke it. Over the fabric I tease with a finger, gently smoothing along your erection before I wrap my hand around it as much as I can and squeeze it rhythmically.

You stroke my hair letting me know I can carry on. I move my other hand up, to pull down the waist of your pants. Pulling them down as I lift your cock free. They stick at your knees, and I help push them down, moving them away as you lift each foot. You’ve taken the opportunity to step back slightly, so when I lift my head your cock is bouncing in front of my face. I wrap my hand back around it, tightening my fist, as I slide it along your shaft. As I squeeze a drop appears glistening at the tip, and I lean forwards to taste it, flicking my tongue across it.

You suck in your breath sharply, tangling your hand in my hair. I open my lips sliding them over the head of your cock, flattening my tongue under it. Taking you as far in as I can, tasting the salt tang at the back of my throat. I breath through my nose taking in your scent; the slight musk that is all you. Curling my tongue I cup it around the underside of your shaft, as I suck the head. As I pull back, I add my hand to your shaft, stroking you, slowly at first until your fist tightens in my hair. As I pump your shaft faster, you pull my hair, tugging my head back, and your cock pops out of my mouth. I try to follow it, to suck it back in but you pull my hair harder, causing my chin to lift until I’m looking into your eyes.

Meeting your gaze, I wait. You jerk your head, indicating I should turn around. I bite my lip, not wanting to comply, and you tug my hair a little harder. I open my hand releasing your cock, and turn. Your hand is still holding my hair preventing my from sitting back on my heels, and I feel your foot nudge my legs apart.
“Stick your arse out.” I arch my back so the bruises and welt on my arse are presented to you. I hear your fist pumping your cock. I try not to tense but it’s hard when I hear you moan, and know how close you must be. Finally you grunt, and I feel you spraying my arse with cum. I wince as the mixture of heat and salt catches the welts you made earlier. You let go of my hair, and I drop my head, letting it rest on the edge of the sofa, as I catch my breath. When you get on your knees behind me and wrap me in a hug, I lean back against you.

 

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