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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Denied Orgasm – Masturbation Monday

Masturbation Monday #15

Welcome to this week’s #MasturbationMonday, Denied Orgasm. The inspiration was:

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Who’s he doing that for? Why? And when will he come? Inquiring minds want to know!!

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Denied Orgasm

He stumbles through the door, letting it slam shut behind him as he unbuttons the fly on his jeans. He eases the sides apart, and slips his cock out. It stands to attention, and he sighs in relief, the journey home had been torture. He’d never felt so grateful and at the same time so distressed by the way jeans had so little give in them. The pressure of the denim had rubbed against his cock every time he moved, causing his growing erection to throb and stiffen more.  But at the same time the tight fabric had mostly hidden the problem he was having.

A problem that had only gotten worse when his phone had buzzed as they came out of a tunnel, he’d pulled it out, checking the screen. His heart sank and his cock throbbed when he saw the message ‘Sarah sent you a photo’. He’d opened it carefully, angling his phone so only he could see it. She was still wearing the stocking and suspenders he’d left her in, and there was a dildo in her hand. Remembering how he’d made her come multiple times, then she’d made him leave. Denied orgasm, and sent on his way. His cock throbbed again, and he thought it must have twitched because the girl sitting opposite where he was standing had looked up at him catching his eye and grinning, before giving him a slow wink. Remembering her looking at him, assessing him, he reddened with humiliation and his cock jerked.

He pushes his jeans down, stepping on the hem to work them off without bending too far. Then straightening up he pulls his t-shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor, crumpling on top of his jeans.  He leans back against the door as he wraps a hand around his shaft, stroking slowly, the pressure light. When his phones buzzes on the floor, he slides his back down the door until he is on the floor.
Reaching to his jeans he pulls out his phone, it’s another message from Sarah – ‘Are you home yet?’ He types a quick ‘yes’, and waits.
‘I hope you’re still dressed’, he stomach clenches and his cock twitches.
‘No.’ He reaches for his top ready to pull it back on.
‘Show me.’ It’s a command he daren’t disobey. Holding the phone above his head he angle it to show the length of his body. Then hits send.
‘Did you have permission to strip?’
‘No.’ He sends it then realises his mistake, ‘Miss.’ He waits for her to reply, his hand hovering over his cock, wanting to stroke it but not wanting to disappoint her any more.
When her reply arrives he stares for a moment, not quite believing the command, ‘Stroke yourself.’ He drops his hand and wraps it around his cock, sliding it up and down. As he settles into a steady rhythm he finds himself sliding lower until he is laid on the floor, one leg propped up, the other crooked against the floor.
His phone buzzes again, ‘Show me how you’re stroking it.’
Using his left hand he holds up his phone so his cock is framed, then switches to video, recording a few minutes of his stroking, letting his fingers slip over the head he moans, feeling himself getting close. His balls tighten and his cock jerks. He stops stroking and sends the video, adding a request…..a plea,  ‘Please, Miss. May I?’ His hand hovers again, wanting to finish but he waits. Her reply takes time as she watches the video he’s sent.

When it comes through he moans, ‘No, you may not. Put your clothes back on. You didn’t have permission to get naked. Orgasm denied.’


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Guest Post – MmmmmF by @GeekyTemptress

Today’s guest post is a wonderful piece on first time MFM Threesome from the lovely Geeky Temptress, you can find her on twitter. As always with my guest posts I haven’t edited this in any way. 🙂

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MFM Threesome Story

This is something we’ve talked about, a MFM threesome; fantasied about for some time and now we can finally let it happen. There are three of us in the room; my Sir, myself and him.

I’m ordered to lay on the floor, facedown & naked. Sir puts a blindfold on me and kisses my neck before he binds my hands behind my back and gently eases my legs apart.

I’m left a little while to become chilly, but I know they are both here, or at least I hope so as I’ve just heard the door go again.

It’s not long before I feel the warmth of someone kneeling down next to me, and a large warm hand runs itself all over me.

A handful of my arse is grabbed and released, grabbed and released before… ‘Thwack!’

A delightful tingle burns away on my skin, the hand does this again, and again.

One of the male voices lets out a low moan of approval, the hand moves to my hip as does a second hand on the other side before a warm breath tickles between my legs. Gentle tongue flicks start and I giggle, immediately prompted the second set of hands to move to my face, making me suck on his fingers.

There’s one hand holding my chin, probing my lips with his fingers and I hear his other hand freeing him of his trousers. He takes his fingers out of my mouth but still firmly holds my chin. The second hand now harshly grabbing a fistful of my hair.

I can tell he’s waiting for something, a cue, as the tongue become more frenzied, easing a gentle orgasm from me. I gasp I find a hard cock forced into my mouth and slammed down the back of my throat. I’m held there and given enough time to adjust, I force myself to swallow the harsh but delicious feeling.

The tongue moves between my clit and arse, before three fingers find there way into my slick cunt. I start to push back on his tongue and the palm of his hand, bringing me off the cock in my mouth just enough to catch my breath. I control the rhythm here, and with the hand venturing further and further inside me I find it easy to come again.

As soon as the shock waves stop from my second orgasm, I find the space between my legs empty. The control shifts in my mouth to his will and he fucks my mouth and my throat without mercy. I can feel him getting close and he forces himself to hold onto the edge of his orgasm. I hear Sir’s voice “not yet” and it’s the first clue I’ve had to which cock was in my mouth. He slows himself and forces my face right into him and holds me there whilst he regains some control.

There’s a sudden and sharp strike across my arse and I know exactly what Sir is going to do. Two more sharp hits followed by the cold liquid into my arse. He fingers my hole roughly, I’ve almost made someone else come before he has, so this will be for him and only him.

The firm hand stays in place on my chin but the hand that was holding my hair is now on my back, holding me down steady. Cock still in my mouth pinning me in place.

Sir takes his cock and greets my clit with a gentle brush before moving up to my arse. There’s no warning before his entire cock is forced into me, and quickly back out and in again so I’m able to accommodate all of him.

He growls at the boy “now” and the cock in my mouth pushes back into my throat.

I have two of them inside me and I control the movement of neither.

I am being used solely for their pleasure now and I fucking love it.

I struggle against my tied hands and the boy obliging unties them. Sir passes me a small bullet toy I may use on myself.

I hold it to me and switch it on, almost immediately  begin coming again.

The boy is close too, he’s as slow and harsh me with as Sir is. Forcing their full lengths into either end of me slowly withdrawing before slamming into me…. Over and over.

I hear a strained “please?” from the boy and he must’ve been given a nod of approval. His hot thick come makes me gag for how fast it fills my throat. I struggle and splutter but he won’t take himself fully out of my mouth, not until he knows I’ve swallowed it all down.

Sir is close now too, and we’ve begun to move with each other. For every time he slams into me, I’m pushing back and forcing him deeper.

I push the vibrating bullet inside of me and I’m rubbing myself faster and faster. I need to come just once more before he does….

“Blindfold off” the instructions are given by Sir and immediately obeyed by the boy. The cock in my arsed now holding deep and grinding inside against me. I look up to see Sir and the boy watching me being used.

Exhilarated by this ,it’s enough to force me over the edge. I come again forcing the man inside me to do the same. We both shout and moan.

As I catch my breath Sir kneels down next to me and whispers “Good girl. You wanted two cocks and you made a splendid show for me, but now I’m going to show them both how you are mine”.


An MFM threesome story.


Victoria Blisse Revamped – Point Vamp Series

Point Vamp Series

Sexy Vampires Revamped!

For the month of September Victoria Blisse is the Special Feature Author at Totally Bound. She has recently revamped all three books in her Point Vamp Series, and the next in the series will be out on the 22nd September.

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To celebrate these new editions, all the books have sexy new covers and each book has its own special offer. Until the 30th September you can pick up The Point, the first book of the Point Vamp series completely free of charge from Totally Bound.


Author Bio:

Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco, Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies. Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut events, days and nights dedicated to erotica, fun and prizes. Check out http://ilovesmut.uk for more details.

She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.

Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

You can find often find Victoria procrastinating on:

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Point Vamp Series Blurb:

What is The Point? It is the hottest club in town for both Vampires and humans alike. It has a large dance floor and a bar like any other club but once you disappear behind the VIP only door you find out what makes The Point so unique. Sex, blood and lust all behind closed doors and only accessed by the chosen ones.

Now, you become a chosen one and get to see the sexy world behind that door.

Welcome to The Point.


The Point Blurb:

Book 1 in the Point Vamp Series.

Love conquers all, that is the point but can it bridge the differences between a vampire and a woman?

Hugh is twenty eight. He has been twenty eight for nearly one hundred years. Hugh is a vampire. He owns a club called The Point and he pays girls to have sex with him. He then counts to ten as he sucks their blood to semi-satisfy his lust.

Elizabeth is a doctor, she loves her job but likes to escape into the countryside now and then. When she twists her ankle Hugh comes to her aid. He carries her curvy form all the way back to his home. He takes care of her ankle and the rest of her body too but he goes too far and sucks her perfectly intoxicating blood.

How can these two lovers have any kind of relationship? They don’t know, only time will reveal the answers.

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of blood shed.

Publisher’s Note: This book has previously been published under the same title by Totally Bound. It has been expanded, revised and re-edited for re-release.

General Release Date: 1st September 2015



She gasped. His lips were as icy as his hands, and they were demanding. They undulated and coaxed the kiss from her lips. Her mind spun as her body reacted. She ran her hands ran up and down the front of his body. They skimmed under the heavy material of his jacket then traced his hard torso through the silken material of his shirt.

He pulled away suddenly. She almost fell, but he kept her steady, his hands braced around her waist.

“Now, you need fastening.” He seemed shaken up too. He spoke quickly and his hands shook at her waist as he slipped behind her, sliding his hands around her to keep her steadied.

“Yes, fastening, yes,” she said. She made no sense and realised it, but she could still feel the pressure of his lips against hers and her fingertips tingled. She was completely undone, and she didn’t mean just the corset.

“You should feel a gentle constriction, Elizabeth. If it feels too tight, please tell me.”

She might have been mistaken, but she was sure Hugh’s hands shook as they tweaked and twiddled laces.

The two sides gradually started to shift farther around, and Elizabeth started to feel the constriction. As he pulled tighter, Hugh got closer until he stood behind her with his trouser front pressed into the flesh of her buttocks. She felt him through the thick material of his pants. He was hard, really hard. She pushed back her hips and was rewarded with a strangled, gasping groan. Now, she was sure of it. He was as aroused as she was.

“Right,” he said. His hands rested on her hips. “I think you’re secure now. Stand up straight against me so I can check.” She pushed up and wobbled a little, but Hugh’s hands stopped her from tumbling over. “How does that feel?”

“Okay,” she replied, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Not too tight.”

He ran his hands around her waist, until his hands cupped her breasts through the material.

“Nothing bites or digs in?” His chin rested on her shoulder, and she knew he was looking down into her impressive cleavage.

“No,” she said. Then he pressed his lips to her neck, and she moaned as her leg nearly buckled under her. “It feels remarkably good.”

“That’s good,” he whispered. His lips leant on her flesh as if he were undecided what to do next. “It feels good.” He ran his fingers down her sides and to the very edge of the corset and traced along the border between skin and clothing. She shivered as his touch slipped lower and wondered what he was doing. She wanted to move his hand away, not because she wasn’t enjoying it but because she was afraid that he would be turned off by what he felt. She did nothing to stop him though. She was hypnotised by the gentle kisses on one spot of her exposed neck, and she let him run his fingers over her freely. He explored her hip and thigh. Smoothly, he moved inward, and she knew her flesh was slick as she was aroused to a level she had not experienced before.

He stroked down first. She was disappointed until the upsweep carried his fingers to the very edge of her pussy and his fingers curled and teased her pubic hairs.

Delicately, he pressed in, felt her swollen lips and insinuated his finger between them.

She couldn’t think. She knew that something about this was wrong, very wrong, and she shouldn’t be letting it happen, but as Hugh ran his fingertip over her clit, she forgot everything but the pleasure radiating up through her body. He played her like a professional. He knew just where to touch and how hard. He dipped his finger inside her, scooped up more of her fresh juice and trailed it back up to her clit to aid his exploration. As he rubbed, she moaned, blown away by the eroticism. Her body zinged with sexual pleasure in a way she had never dreamed existed. He was so in tune with what she needed that, within a matter of moments, she was quivering and panting. She was on the brink of the most outstanding orgasm of her life when she wobbled and put down her right foot. The pain exploded, and she yelped.


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Watching Us Fuck Part 7 – Masturbation Monday

Masturbation Monday #8

Welcome to this week’s #MasturbationMonday, Watching Us Fuck. I’m continuing last week’s story. Hope you like it. You can find links to the previous instalments here.


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I don’t know about you but that gets me all kinds of warm. Even if you don’t write or read another word, just sit back and enjoy the view for a moment. Mmmmm…

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Watching Us Fuck Part 7

He moves back, almost withdrawing completely before pushing back into me. I lock my legs around his hips pulling him in deeper, as I tilt my hips rocking against him. He kisses me hard, his lips pressing into mine with a bruising force. He pulls back again and as he plunges in, I bite his lip, a moaning whimper escaping from me. He pushes in and out, the rhythm of his movement matching the waves building inside me. I come again, tightening around his cock, and I feel his breath on my neck as he drops his head to whisper in my ear, “You feel so fucking good.”

His voice sends a shock down my body, his words adding fuel to the fire inside me. As he speeds up I feel the waves of my next orgasm building again, and as I start to contract around him again he kisses down my neck. The feathery touch of his lips, combined with the heat of his mouth make my insides melt, and I cry out; an incoherent noise of encouragement. The hand I was stroking his back with clenches, my nails digging into his back as he pushes in harder and faster. There’s a mirror on his wardrobe door, and turning my head I see us reflected, I’m watching us fuck.

“Oh fuck. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. I’m gonna come again.” My words push him on, and he pushes in again. He is still kissing my neck, but when bites it, sucking at the hollow near my collar bone the orgasm building inside me crashes down. I come hard, my cunt throbbing around his cock. As my orgasm finishes he thrust again, and I feel him come, I tighten around him, milking every last drop from him. He drops his head to my shoulder, his weight covering me for a moment before he kisses me and rolls to the side. We’re lying together looking at the ceiling, and I’m just wondering if I should leave when his hand finds mine, and he takes hold of it. I turn my head to smile at him, and he smiles back.



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