Morning Wood

Erotic Flash Fiction

I don’t know about you but I love the feeling of waking up to find his Morning Wood pressing against me, even if it’s just a one night stand with someone I met through a site like http://meetandfucksite.com/free-fuck-buddy-sites I still love that feeling.

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Morning Wood

I wake slowly, the sun slanting through the gap in the curtain, falls on the book on the bedside table. I can feel the weight of your arm resting across my waist. Your body snuggled against me, is radiating heat, and I wiggle closer trying to absorb it.  As my butt presses against you I smile, I can feel your morning wood between us. I know you’re still asleep and for a minute I consider waking you in a very nice way but I don’t know you well enough to assume you’d approve, so I decide to let you sleep.

I drift back to sleep, and when I wake up again, I know instantly that you’re awake. You’re pressing against me, rocking your hips. I think about rolling over but part of me is curious. I want to see what you will do, so I continue feigning sleep. I mumble and shift, as if caught in a dream, and you let go of me, rolling onto your back. I hold myself still listening to you.

I can tell you’re trying to be quiet, to not wake me. I expected you to start sorting yourself out but I can feel both your arms, one down between us, and one coming over your head. I wonder if you’re trying to go back to sleep, and for a while I think you have. Then I hear you sigh, and you move the arm that was between us.

I can still feel your upper arm pressed against me, and as you start to stroke yourself it rubs against my back. It’s a slow gentle movement, and my skin breaks out in goosebumps of arousal, as if I felt a sudden breeze. I open my eyes slightly looking down my body, and realise I can see you perfectly in the mirror covering the wardrobe door. You’re still lying flat on your back, head tilted upwards, one arm thrown over your face, so your forearm is covering your eyes. Your cock is standing straight up from your body, with only a slight curve towards your stomach.

As your fist moves up and down the shaft, you pull your cock, tugging it away from your stomach. Your movements are much firmer than I would have been, they’re almost rough. I watch you, fascinated by the way you touch yourself.  I can feel myself getting turned on, my nipples peaking as my cunt throbs. I want to wriggle to touch myself but I don’t want you to stop what you’re doing. I hold myself still, trying to keep my breathing even, hoping you won’t realise I’ve woken up.

I feel like a voyeur, watching you when you’re unaware but I’m too drawn in by your morning wood to care.  There is something delightful about watching you like this, it’s a glimpse into something that I don’t get to see often. When I ask someone to wank for me there is a certain level of self-consciousness because they know I’m watching, while that doesn’t spoil the view it definitely doesn’t give me the same thrill that watching you now does.

As his hand tugs and strokes his cock I feel a wet heat in me. His movements are becoming more jerky and uneven. Up to now his only movement has been his hand but now he arches his back thrusting into his fist, and I bite back a moan not wanting to disturb the show, as I press my thighs together tightly. My eyes are now wide open watching him. I’m torn between not wanting to move, and wanting to turn over and join in. He whispers “fuck” pushing his hips towards his hand as his stroking gets faster.

I know he must be close to coming and listening to him is causing an answering throb in my cunt, I pressed my lips together so I won’t moan. His fist tightens around his cock, squeezing hard, as he thrusts. A thick ribbon of cum spills over his fist onto his stomach, as he gives a loud grunt, and I jump. His hand relaxes to his side, and before I can react, he moves his arm from over his face, meeting my eyes in the mirror. I freeze, knowing it is obvious I’ve been watching him.
He starts to grin, “Is it still a one night stand if we have sex in the morning as well?”
I smile, “Oh yes, yes it is.”

 

 

 

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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:

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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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Bondage Hand Job – Masturbation Monday

Masturbation Monday #18

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

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You think this is hot? You should see the entire gif set (link below). Do you want to be him or the one doing it to him? Inquiring minds want to know…

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Bondage Hand Job

“Do you trust me?” I’m lying naked on the bed, and he’s standing over me holding a scary looking bundle of leather and metal.
“You know I do.” We’ve never used restraints before but I trust him. He can practically tell what I’m thinking from my reactions and body language. I hold up the arm closest to him, and he steps forward, wrapping the cool leather around my wrist. Fastening the buckle he kneels next to the bad, and I hear clinking as my cuff is attached to the bed frame. He winks at me before giving it a tug, testing the firmness. I feel a shiver run through my body, and arousal stirs below my waist.

He moves slowly around the bed restraining my other arm and both ankles. Winking at me each time he tests the fastening, with every wink I feel myself getting harder. He tucks a pillow under my head, and moves to stand at the end of the bed. As he rolls his shirt sleeves up my stomach swoops, and my cock twitches. He looks at it and smiles, then reaches out to wrap his fist around my shaft. His grip is firm but not too tight. I know his touch well but he must have been learning some new tricks.

The way he’s moving his hand feels different, and it’s rushing everything that’s happening. The movements are causing shocks of sensation to run up my body. As he pulls my cock towards him, I arch my back and he pushes it back up against my stomach. Curling his hand  to rub over the head, and continuing this backwards and forwards as I writhe against the restraints pushing my chest up, as much as I can.  He squeezes his fist as he slides it upwards and I feel my balls, as heat rushes through me. I mutter out a few fucks, that turn into strangled grunts, as I shoot cum over his fist and up over my chest.

 

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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:

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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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Sleepy Sunday

I wake up slowly, the edges of a hangover making it hard to think, all I have in my head is a dull ache and a desperate urge for sex, what is it about hangovers that make you want that release. I reach for you but the space where you should be is empty and I roll over to look at the clock, squinting the sleep from my eyes, and trying to focus. It’s a little after nine and I realise I can smell fresh coffee, I climb out of bed, pulling on an oversize tee as I follow the promise of caffeine through the living room, and into the kitchen.
You’re sitting on the sofa, playing on the Xbox and when I just get a mumbled response to my greeting I decide I need caffeine before I try to distract you. I grin as I poor myself a coffee, thinking about what it will take to tear you away from the game.

I stand against the counter, sipping my coffee and looking out the window, letting my mind drift. I’ve just finished my cup when I feel your arms sneak around me, pulling me back against you, and kissing my shoulder where my tee has slipped to the side. I push my arse into you, feeling your erection against my back. You move one hand up to cup my breast, taking the weight of it and squeezing gently before pinching the nipple. Your other hand is under my top, stroking my cunt, fingers rubbing along my slit, easily sliding inside me. I reach behind me and pushing down the waistband of your boxers free your cock, working it with my fist for a minute until your fingers cause me to orgasm. I come gently, slowly, the pulsing pushing up and falling back as you remove your fingers. I brace my hands on the counter and bend slightly, causing my tee to pull up showing you my bare arse and cunt. You rub your cock head against my slit, letting the tip slip into me before moving back, I moan and lift my hips, wanting to feel you in me. When you finally push all the way in I settle back against you, using the counter to balance our rocking motion, and we move together, back and forth, looking out the window. Until I feel you twitching in me and you come, biting my my shoulder to push me into another orgasm. You pull out, turning me to face you and kissing me as I tuck you back into you boxers. It’s a quick soft kiss that tastes of coffee, and then you’re heading back to play Xbox, as I pour myself another coffee.