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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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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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 Past – Erotic Flash Fiction for Masturbation Monday

Masturbation Monday #31

Welcome to this week’s #MasturbationMonday, Christmas Past. It’s been a few months since I managed to join in with this meme, and I have missed it. I decided to do this week’s post as the first of a three part piece on a basic Christmas theme, okay maybe I just watched Scrooged. I will still be using the photo Kayla provides as inspiration but will be running my little theme. The inspiration was:

christmas past

Mmmm, to sit back and perform, knowing you’re watched and wanted. Yes, please!

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Christmas Past

She felt naked, exposed as she adjusted the suspender belt making sure the seams on the back of her stockings were straight. Normally she’d pull on her underwear over the top; last week it had been the red panties and bra. They’d looked perfect peeking out under her little black dress at the Christmas party, and she’d definitely managed to catch his attention again.

She smoothed out the bedding, putting the extra pillows on the bed, so they could prop themselves up. The lights on her Christmas Tree cast a rainbow of colours over the white bedding. She slipped her arms into her robe and picked up her shoes. She dropped them by the door, ready to put on when he arrived. His request had been specific, and she’d giggled at the nervous way he’d asked her.

She checked the slow cooker, giving it a wiggle so she could see inside. Then she lowered the heat on the pan of Mulled wine that had started to simmer on the stove top. She glanced at the clock before grabbing two glasses out of the cupboard and ladling wine into them. She’d just taken a sip when there was a knock on the door. Putting down her glass she walked over, her fingers fumbling to loosen the tie on her robe. She slid the heels on; supporting herself against the wall, as her height increased.

She turned the bolt, and stepped back as she pulled open the door. The ghost of Christmas Past smiled at her. His eyes on her face, drinking her in, barely even glancing at the outfit he’d requested. He moved inside, closing the door as he reached for her. She turned her face up to kiss him, her arms wrapping round his neck as his lips met hers. She stroked over the soft prickle of hair on the back of his head. He deepened the kiss, slipping his hands down to cup her arse, pulling her against him.

She staggered slightly in the heels and they bumped against the door.
He lifted his head, and gave a soft chuckle, “You taste like Christmas.”
With a smile she said, “I made mulled wine. Want some?” She pointed to the filled glasses sitting on the counter top. He shrugged out of his coat, hanging it up on the hooks she had next to the door. She watched as picked up a glass of wine, surprised when he sat in the chair she had by the end of the bed. She grabbed her own drink and sat down on the bed, shuffling back to lean against the pillows. She sipped her wine, peeking at him from under her lashes. She expected him to come and sit with her but instead he leaned back, cradling his wine and watching her.

There was a hungry look in his eyes, and it made her wiggle. A pulse of desire hit her cunt, and she felt her nipples pucker under her robe. Meeting his look she put her glass down and untied the belt on her robe. Letting the robe slide off her shoulders, puddling behind her and baring her chest. She cupped her breasts, weighing them in her hands, as she squeezed, and massaged them. Her fingers found her puckered nipples, and she tweaked them; twisting and pulling harder than he would have done.

When he shifted in his seat, adjusting his pants where she could see his erection growing, she smiled. Wiggling her butt forward, she leaned back, angling herself as she spread her legs. She braced on knee up, and let the other drop to the side. His eyes went straight to her cunt, and she grinned as his eyebrows shot up. She’d shaved very carefully just an hour before, and she knew it wasn’t something he’d expected. She slid her hand down stroking over her stomach, and onto her pubic mound. She was still slick from the moisturiser she’d used after shaving, and her fingers slid easily over it.

She drew patterns with her fingers, watching his eyes flicker as they followed the movement. She swiped a finger down between her lips, brushing over her clit, and feeling the moisture collecting at her entrance. Using her middle fingers she rubbed over her outer lips, curling her fingers inwards to slip between her lips. She could feel her cunt beginning to throb with the start of an orgasm, and she reached her other hand around her leg, holding her lips open. She rubbed at her slit, her thumb pressing against her clit.

He watched her closely, leaning forward in his chair. He breathing becoming heavier, as the tent in his trousers grew further. His obvious arousal made her confidence soar, and she knew she was close. She almost forgot he was there as she fell against the pillows, her head dropping back, as her hand worked more furiously. She moaned loudly, feeling her muscles contract, and as she came she groaned out an “oh fuck”. Quickly removing her hand from her clit, as everything got extra sensitive. She cupped her hand over her cunt for a moment, feeling the juices of her orgasm seeping between her lips.

Looking up at him she smiled, “Want a taste?”

 

 

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Finger Fucking – Masturbation Monday

Masturbation Monday #14

Welcome to this week’s #MasturbationMonday, Finger Fucking. The inspiration was:

finger fucking

Oh, someone is definitely having a good time. Wonder who’s enjoying this most?

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Finger Fucking

He manoeuvres me towards the window as he kisses me, his lips crushing against mine. There is a light scent of tobacco from his cigarette, and I can taste the coffee he’s just drunk. His hands cup my arse, squeezing as they lift slightly, pulling me into him, so I can feel his hardening cock through our clothes. We’re standing right in front of the window, and I slip a hand back to brace myself against the frame, as he nudges my knees apart, pushing his leg between them. He leans away, breaking the kiss, then steps back, and my body follows him, seeking the heat.
“No, stay there.” the words are sharp and I stop moving, a smile playing over my lips as I open my eyes to look at him. He’s watching me closely, making sure this is okay.
I drop my eyes and reply, “Yes, sir.”

The sir falls out easily, surprising me. I watch as he steps to the pole hanging from the blinds, he twists it and they open, striping my body with sunlight. I wait to see what he’s going to do, I don’t know what I want more right now, cock filling me or finger fucking me.
“Look at that view.” He steps back towards me, and takes my hand, raising it over my head to twirl me like a dancer so I’m looking out through the gaps. The sun is bright, and it’s a gorgeous day. I can see people sitting outside the bars around the canal basin. He places the hand he was holding above my head, and curls my fingers around the window frame, clearly indicating I should keep it there. He lifts my hair, kissing down my neck, and over my shoulders. His other hand is playing with my chest, squeezing first one tit, then the other. His lips move back towards my neck, and he opens his mouth, nipping at the tender skin with his teeth, and when he sucks I draw in my breath, feeling my nipples harden.

He pinches a nipple through the thin fabric of my dress, sucking on my neck so firmly that I know I will have the reminder for at least a week. I close my eyes, and let my head tip against him as the sensations run through me, causing my cunt to throb. He continues playing with my nipples pinching hard, and pulling them until they ache. He kisses back along my shoulder, letting my hair fall down my back.
He whispers in my ear, “Open your eyes. I want you looking out.” I open my eyes, staring down at the crowds below. Watching them as I feel his hand moving down, lifting the hem of my dress.

He strokes along the tops of my stockings, teasing me as he strokes my inner thighs. He pulls my dress up, letting it gather around my hips. He walks his fingers across the line where my pants would have been, that spot where even the slightest touch sends shivers through my body. Gently he caresses my cunt, running his fingers over my outer lips, letting the heel of his hand press against me, not quite massaging my clit or finger fucking me but close enough to send tremors of wanting through me.
We’re only a few floors up, and a thought occurs to me, “Do you think anyone can see me?”
His answer is almost a growl, “I hope so. I hope they can see this…” He slips a finger between the outer lips, letting it dip into my cunt slightly, “and this…” before sliding it upwards, rubbing it over my clit, “and definitely this.” He brings the finger up to my mouth, and I open letting it slip inside, “So they know what a greedy little slut you are.” I suck his finger, tasting myself before he pulls it out.

He goes back to teasing my cunt, and I’m pulled back pressing into his body, so I can feel his cock pushing against my arse, straining against his jeans. His hand cups my cunt, before he moves it around, so his thumb can circle my clit while he teases my opening with a finger. He lets it slip inside, finger fucking me, and I push against his hand, wanting more. His thumb rubbing over my clit he lets a second finger join the first, sliding them in and out until I my breathing is ragged, and my fist grips the window sill more tightly. I can feel the waves of my orgasm building in me, as I start to throb around his fingers.

He moves his body sideways, adjusting his reach, as he slips a third finger in. I moan, the “oh fuck.” catching in my throat, as a bigger orgasm wave hits and shudders through me. I am close to the edge again when his hand suddenly slaps down against my arse, and cause the orgasm to crash through me, ripping “Oh fuck, yes” from my mouth. My knees wobble, and he supports my weight, taking some of the strain from the arm I am using to cling to the window frame. I notice my other hand is clutching his, leaving little half-moon impressions from my nails, pressing him harder against me.

Looking down I see some faces turned upwards, and I wonder if anyone was watching. Did they see him finger fucking me? Did they see the slap? Did they see me pressing his hand into me harder?

 

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