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.

 

Readers – check out the different posts to find something that makes you want to get off.

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). 

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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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Solo Sex

Masturbation Monday #37

Welcome to this week’s #MasturbationMonday, Solo Sex. 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.

solo sexI have adored Cara Thereon for years, when she blogged under a different name and now under this iteration of her smut. She almost never thinks she’s beautiful enough as a person or talented enough as a writer, but I do, and I love everything she does and creates – including this GORGEOUS prompt for Masturbation Monday this week. Let it inspire you (or not) but let us all wipe the drool from our chins and admire all that makes Cara amazing – and it’s definitely not just her body.

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! **Please make sure to include the Masturbation Monday banner or badge on your blog post!**

Solo Sex

I closed the door, locking it behind me. I paused to kick my shoes off, slipping my arms out of my jacket, and dropping it over the chair. I slide off my skirt, unbutton my shirt, folding both over the back of the chair. I unfasten my bra, pulling the straps down to remove it, enjoying the relief as my breasts swing free. I push down my pants, bending slightly to pull them off.
I straighten, hands up, stretching out the kinks of the day.  My nipples are stiff, puckering up in the breeze from the air con. I pull back the duvet, folding it at the end of the bed, before I lay down. My plan is to nap in the cool air but it’s hard to not play with my nipples. They’re standing to attention so nicely that my fingers are drawn to them. I pinch and tease them until little shoots of arousal are rushing down my body, and my cunt is feeling moist.
I move one hand down my body skimming over that place that causes shivers when lovers kiss it. Sliding my hand over my cunt, feeling the soft prickle of the hair I’m letting grow. I tease my outer lips, spreading my juices over them with my fingertips. I put the heel of my hand over my clit, pushing and rocking my hand without lifting it. The pressure on my clit builds the warm feeling in my stomach, and with my other hand I pinch and pull my nipple, harder than I was before. My cunt is throbbing, pulsing with waves of building orgasm. Without moving my hand off my clit I curl my middle finger, letting the tip slip into me, teasing around my entrance. When I come I can feel the tightening around my finger.
Although, I’ve orgasmed I don’t feel satisfied, the finger I used to tease myself has just made me long to be filled. I lean over and open a drawer, pulling out some toys before I lay back. I hold my little vibe to my clit and switch it on low, letting my clit gets used to the rumbly vibrations before I turn it up. It doesn’t take long before I’m feeling pulses of orgasm in my cunt. I slide my glass dildo in, I love the way it feels slightly cool at first, adding to the response inside me. My cunt throbs, contracting around the cool glass, each time my body tries to push it out I slide it back in. My nipples are tightening in an almost painful way, as my orgasm builds. When I feel close, I hold the dildo inside me rocking it against my g-spot. My whole body is reacting, shivers running over me, and I drop the clit vibe, it slips to the bed buzzing against my hip but my focus is on the dildo and the pressure building inside me. I rock the dildo faster and faster, my hold slipping slightly. My hands is gripping the sheet beneath me as I push my hips up. The pressure finally crashes over me, everything clenches, and then releases. My grip on the dildo slips, and as I come I push it out, with a rush of fluids. The final release left me satisfied and I lay back, my legs and arms floppy on the bed. Finally relaxed.

 

 

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