Yall, I’m still writing about Elodie, my geeky fat and pretty cam girl from my earlier Smutathon post, Package…Can’t wait till she gets to con… The rest of the evening was spent packing and posting on social media. Elodie took selfies half dressed in front of her open suit case, pics of the sex toys…Continue Reading “Preparing for Convention”
The following is an excerpt from my novel The Billionaire Geek. I am currently in the drafts stage, editing as alpha readers get back to me with suggestions. This particular scene was inspired by the number of stories I’ve read where they’ve said they forgot the condom and went on with the penetrative sex anyways….Continue Reading “First Time Without Penetration”
I wake up to the sound of a motorcycle revving in the alley behind my house. I check the time — 5:57 am.
I groan and roll to my other side.
Meanwhile, Alex doesn’t even flinch; one of his superpowers is that he sleeps like an actual corpse. It’s not until I elongate myself into a full-body stretch and press into his side that he stirs. While my arms are still overhead, he gives one breast a gentle squeeze and then the other, as if assessing them.
“Everything still where it belongs?” I ask.
“Seems so,” he says through his first yawn of the morning. “Though it may warrant a more thorough inspection.”
“Well, don’t let me stand in the way of procedure.”
“Come here,” he says, pulling me into him. I flip around, pressing my back to his chest and we breathe together as his hands begin to roam.
“Today’s the day,” I say.
“Today is the day,” Alex echoes. “Do you think Jack will follow through?”
“He’s very dependable,” I assure him. “If he says he’ll be here, he will be. He might be 15-20 minutes late, but he’ll show.”
“Have you talked to him since our virtual introduction on Wednesday?”
“Sparsely. He’s a very busy boy but he made a point of confirming yesterday. I reminded him then that we’re all in this together; we all need to be on board to move forward. He’s a man of few words via text, but I think he appreciated that reaffirmation.”
“Good,” Alex says, somewhat distractedly as he pushes his burgeoning erection between my ass cheeks. “And to think… you almost let this chance to have our mutually ideal threesome pass us by because you were worried he’d say no.”
“Oh, stop it already…” I say.
“See what happens when you take a chance on something good?” He kisses that spot at the back of my neck and a thrill rushes down the length of my spine, all the way down until it thumps between my legs.
“Okay, okay, I get it, you were right! Now, will you please fuck me lazily from behind already? I’m so turned on right now it’s starting to hurt.”
“Oh my… Well, we don’t want that now, do we? But are you sure you don’t…” He pauses to tease my labia with the head of his cock, slow strokes up and down. “…want to save it for later?”
“No, fuck, Alex, come onnnnn,” I whine playfully, rolling my hips and pressing my ass into him. “Right now. Please?”
I gasp, my back arching, as he slides in home.
The past couple of days with Alex have, as always, been too lovely. By now, we haven’t left too many surfaces in my apartment go unchristened. But it has no bearing on how much I need him to the pain of discomfort when I wake up next to him.
“Just imagine,” he whispers as he pulls back and pumps in a little deeper. “What it’s going to be like when I can do this while he’s other there, in front of you in this very room.”
I swoon into his frame enveloping mine, fulfilling me inside and out as he fills my imagination with even more.
“Tell me what you’re going to ask of him.”
“I want… his cock in my mouth while you take me like this from behind.”
“You can do better than that. Tell me how you want his cock in your mouth.”
“I want… to take him gently at first. So I can look at him while I do it. Gauge him.” I suck air in through my teeth as Alex’s hand snakes around and presses to my belly. “You know, to make sure he’s all good as he watches us being this intimate.”
“Better. What else?”
“I want you to talk to him, to us,” I’m struggling to find words; I’m trying my best because I know how much Alex likes when I use them. “Describe how I feel, how it feels to be inside me.”
“Mmm, I can already feel the way you’re going to clamp down around me in tandem with the strokes of your mouth over the length of his cock. How that will change as your pace and intensity changes, as you take him deeper.”
“Yes, his cock is exceptionally suckable.”
“I expect you’ll show me how he likes it.”
The combination of languid, deep thrusts, the compression of his front to my entire back, and test exceedingly filthy images of two of my favourite men filing me from all sides is on top of my morning need is too much. I shove my hand between my legs and roll my fingers around my clit.
“Harder,” I demand, almost inaudibly through the swell of tension blocking my throat.
Alex doesn’t tease me this time. Obliging me, he pumps deeper and holds longer and the end of each stroke as my hand blurs over my clit and I topple over the edge. He holds me close as sparks dance behind my eyelids and I wail like my window isn’t open.Continue Reading "Morning Stretch"
Easily orgasmic. I used to think there was something wrong with me. I saw articles, blogs, whole books dedicated to the well known fact that a vaginal orgasm was elusive and damn near impossible. I heard stories of women faking them because they couldn’t have one. I met fundamentalist Christians who said they were even…Continue Reading “Easily Orgasmic: Learning about Fulfilling Sex Beyond Climax”
I love sucking dick – and love it with a passion that might make me feel like a bad feminist or queer if agency is not very feminist and if dicks could not be very queer. Some memorable blow jobs in the twelve months have involved my partner coming in my mouth, a circumstance that is often a delicious assertion of dominance.Continue Reading "Blow jobs that end with them coming in my mouth"
I’ve been meaning to write this piece for a long time. So today for Smutathon seems like as good a time as any! I need to start by admitting something that doesn’t make me look good. When I was younger, I engaged in a lot of slut-shaming. I held a very, very strong belief that…Continue Reading “Unlearning Sex Negativity by Coffee & Kink”
My heart is shielded Behind glass and locked away. Fuck me ‘til it breaks. I wanted to write more flash fiction during my baby’s second nap, inspired by something I had seen on my walk through Montreal yesterday. This piece of graffiti inspired this haiku, which in turn inspired some micro-fiction! Now, what else can…Continue Reading “Show me your love…”
I hadn’t been in Montreal long before I met Lynda in a bar. She was, I guessed a bit older than me, a brunette with shoulder length hair, a Quebecoise born and bed with a marked preference for speaking French, well what she called French at any rate. I had done French A Level back…Continue Reading “Les Souliers Verts”
Without wanting to sound like a teenager, Holly is hands down the coolest person I’ve ever met. Although it’s hard not to sound like a teenager when that is how I feel when I’m with her, or when I’m on my way to meet her, or even when my phone pings and it’s a message from her.Continue Reading "The Way Things Are"
I live in a land of ghosts. I live in the nondescript town of D. in south western Poland that was once the German town of R. The area is actually scenic. Just twenty miles away, the Sudeten mountains rise up on the Czech border. There are historic towns and castles nearby. There are palaces….Continue Reading “Kosher Kink and Honey Cake”