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.

 

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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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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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