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!).

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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.

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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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Pocket Rabbit

Vibrator

The Rabbit Company, pride themselves on being a female-friendly brand of toys. It was built around one goal – to offer a concise collection of the best rabbit vibrators on the market, including clitoral vibrator, the Pocket Rabbit, which I’m reviewing today.

Rabbit vibrators are their speciality, and pleasure is their promise. Their rabbit vibes are better made. They have combined the best materials, best functions and the best designs to make the most stimulating rabbits ever created. Compact yet powerful and easy-to-use, The Rabbit Company has multiple distinct models to choose from but we think you’ll want to collect them all!

From Eroticon

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I was first introduced to The Rabbit Company at Eroticon2017. Sadly they didn’t have a representative there, but they did have a sponsor table, and I chatted to GirlontheNet about them. At the end of the weekend, I was asked if I’d be willing to take one of the sample items and review it. I love a nice clit vibe, so I offered to take the Pocket Rabbit.

pocket rabbitYou all know me by now, and you know I have a bit of an aversion to pink things, and although this one is pink the Pocket Rabbit does come in two other colours (purple and black). But this clit vibe is a real powerhouse, so I totally forgive it for being pink. It is made from silky soft silicone. It’s waterproof, USB rechargeable, whisper quiet and has 6 patterns of vibration.

pocket rabbitThe Pocket Rabbit comes in simple no-nonsense packaging. I was surprised on opening it to realise just how heavy this vibe actually is. For its size it has a really good heft to it. It isn’t so heavy that you will get tired of holding it but has enough weight that it feels good in your hand. Charging it is really simple; it just pulls apart and you can plug it into any USB port. I love this because it also means that if you want to travel with it, you can separate the two halves and not worry about it accidentally turning on in your suitcase….and there are no extra wires to lose.

pocket rabbitI have to admit the Pocket Rabbit managed to surprise me, that doesn’t happen often. I wasn’t expecting much in the way of strong rumbly vibrations from this cute little vibrator but when I switched it on I had a very pleasant revelation. A long press of the ‘+’ button switches the pocket rabbit on, while a long press of the ‘-‘ button turns it off. You also have The Rabbit Company logo button which allows you to scroll through the patterns. This is great because it means you don’t end up accidentally switching to a pattern halfway through a session when you were trying to adjust the intensity.

pocket rabbitI wasn’t sure what the advantage of the ‘ears’ was on the Pocket Rabbit, if there was actually was one, or if it was just in keeping with the rabbit theme. I found in use they were longer than many others of this type, and because of that they seemed to fit my body better. Sitting nicely down my outer labia and giving a much more diffuse stimulation. However, they are also firm enough that if you like more pinpoint clitoral stimulation you can easily use the tips of the ‘ears’ to stimulate yourself. The deep vibrations travelled really well down the full length of them, not losing any intensity as it reached the tips.

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Overall

The Pocket Rabbit is a great little powerhouse clit vibrator. It really is whisper quiet, and I found the vibrations strong and rumbly.

 

*I was given the Pocket Rabbit on behalf of TheRabbitCompany in exchange for an honest and unbiased review. This review does NOT contain affiliate links.

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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