tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9352666031339500992024-03-05T17:37:42.839+00:00A Shot of EroticaA home for my Erotic Flash fiction.
I write short, sharp erotic stories full of stimulation for the senses that are intended to make the pulse race. My aim is to create the espresso of the erotic world.shotoferoticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04074838699561081518noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935266603133950099.post-30497527456320118302022-05-25T15:41:00.001+01:002022-05-25T15:41:46.709+01:00New storiesI don't know if you've found Medium yet, but it's an interesting place. I've discovered loads of new writers over there and had a great time reading a wide variety of stories. <div><br></div><div>I've also set up my own page there and that's where you'll find my new stories. </div><div>Here's a link to the latest:<a href="https://medium.com/p/503e2a60e0db">The Wager part 1 - A view to a thrill</a></div>shotoferoticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04074838699561081518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935266603133950099.post-8442576082515707682022-03-18T21:32:00.004+00:002022-03-18T21:32:58.480+00:00News<p> You may have noticed that I haven't posted anything here for a while. Well, the good news is that I now have a new place to share stories. So if you'd like to see any of the newer stories I've written, then take a look here: </p><p><br /></p><p>https://medium.com/@amharding/</p><p><br /></p>shotoferoticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04074838699561081518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935266603133950099.post-53158444543680200972019-08-13T21:53:00.002+01:002019-08-16T23:17:00.784+01:00Non-fiction - A Sudden Realisation<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">Believe it or not, this is actually a blog post, pure non-fiction. That’s not something I typically put on here but I had such a moment of self revelation today that I had to write it down somewhere. I was wandering around the supermarket, picking up a few ingredients for dinner when my thoughts strayed to something I’d said to someone recently. A realisation stopped me in my tracks, something that should have been obvious and just hadn’t occurred to me before. It may not be significant to anyone else but it is to me. It makes sense of so many things. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The trigger comment was “I was a bit of slut in my youth” but I’ll keep you in suspense about the actual though a moment or two longer whilst I backtrack.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">In 1988, when I was 17, I was unceremoniously dumped by my girlfriend of the time, for the vicar’s son of all people! Naturally this broke my heart, a fact I’ve always blamed for the following 5 or 6 years. I went through what I describe as my slutty years, they weren’t really that bad but they were a lot of fun. My first reaction was to sleep with two of my ex’s best friends. I even went to a college party at one point with both of them, one on each arm, taking turns kissing them both all night. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">We drifted apart and I went through a series of girlfriends, with several running in parallel on many occasions. I distinctly remember dropping one at her house then driving to collect another. I miss that stamina…<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I also went through a phase of sleeping with women who already had boyfriends. Repeatedly. These weren’t one night stands but genuine relationships stretching over months or more, just not exclusive or monogamous. Again, there were typically several running in parallel and they even knew about each other for the most part. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Then I fell in Love, settled down and had 25 years of happy, married, monogamous family life. I was happy and don’t regret any of it, I have many happy memories and two incredible daughters because of it. However last year it came to an end and I have spent the last 12 months adjusting to being single again, setting up a new house and thinking about where I go from here. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">At the weekend I was discussing my life with someone and told them about my younger days, including that trigger comment. It obviously sparked something in my subconscious.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">As I was walking around the supermarket today, that thought drifted unbidden through my mind and it suddenly hit me that before I was married I was Polyamorous. Twenty five years ago I hadn’t heard that phrase, did it even exist then? It certainly wasn’t bandied around much to my knowledge, but then the internet barely existed then anyway! Recently I’ve watched and interacted with several people on twitter who are living and loving the poly lifestyle, and I have been wondering if it would </div><div class="MsoNormal">suit me. Now I realise that I don’t need to wonder. I’ve always been naturally polyamorous, I just didn’t know it.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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I wrote the short story below as a piece of School English homework when I was 16. We were told to take a chapter of the book we were studying at the time, Far from the Madding crowd, and write our own take on it. My interpretation is not what you might expect.<br />
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At the time I had every intention of pursuing a career in writing and I like to think that in a parallel universe I did just that and became a much better writer. In this universe, I became an Engineer, surrounded by the intelligent but barely literate and suppressed my dreams. Looking back at what I've written, I cannot believe firstly that I dared to hand this in and secondly that my teacher gave me a sensible mark! Thank you Mr Simes, you were an amazing teacher.<br />
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Enough of the preamble. Read, enjoy the story and remember that I wrote this, aged 16 (a frankly unbelievable 32 years ago!) long before the internet was available.<br />
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One of Bathsheba’s daily chores was to inspect the entire property; She accomplished this task by, just after dusk, going for a jog. Her flared tracksuit flapped noisily as she wound her way between the trees. The clanking of her multifarious jewels and chains could be heard for miles around.<br />
As a cloud obscured the moon, she heard a twig snap in front of her and something grabbed at her ankle. She lurched forward and fell flat on her face. Bathsheba silently mouthed a hatred of dogs as her nose wrinkled involuntarily at the smell. A rough hand grasped her shoulder and hauled her to her feet.<br />
The Sergeant was dressed in a camouflage jacket and trousers, hike boots and a balaclava. He wore an M16 across his chest. Bathsheba noted with interest the size of his biceps as he easily lifted her.<br />
The moon chose this moment to reappear from behind the cloud. The Sergeant, glimpsing Bathsheba’s face, put on his deepest voice as he inquired:<br />
“Are you alright?”<br />
The sound of his voice made Bathsheba’s knees turn to jelly.<br />
“I soon will be” she replied hopefully, with a sly grin. She reached down to her ankle and tried to free her trousers from his ankle holster.<br />
“Would you like me to do it?”<br />
“Yes please!” She whispered coyly.<br />
He reached down and untangled the mess.<br />
“I don’t suppose you would like to walk me home would you, I still feel a bit shakey.”<br />
“I would be delighted to walk with such a breathtaking woman”. He was beginning to realise what she meant.<br />
It took twenty minutes to arrive at the house. To call it a house was like calling St Pauls Cathedral a church. Bathsheba’s residence was a huge five storey building in the shape of a pentagon. A single tower rose from the centre.<br />
“That”, said Bathsheba “is my modest abode. What do you think?”<br />
“Is everything about you as stunning as this?” He inquired incredulously.<br />
“Yes. Now would you like to come in for a drink Frank?”<br />
They moved silently up the marble staircase and climbed into the glass elevator at the top. It swept them up the side of the building with a barely audible hum.<br />
“I’m sorry about the hum” She said apologetically. “I’ll change into something else at the top”<br />
The walk through the forest had been most beneficial; both of them had found their ideal partner: He was big and strong, she was wealthy beyond his wildest dreams (and he had a few of them!!).<br />
Bathsheba’s enormous room held a few surprises for Troy. He gasped as he saw her enormous silk covered four poster bed.<br />
“I’ll slip out of these clothes, would you fix us a drink each? The drinks cabinet is over there.”<br />
As he opened the door of the cabinet, he gasped. Inside, there was almost every intoxicant known to man, and along the top shelf there were small boxes. Troy picked two of them up and read their labels, spanish fly and powdered rhino horn; he emptied their contents into two glasses and topped them up with neat Vodka.<br />
Bathsheba came in clad in a negligee and a smile. She took the glass and they both swallowed the contents whole.<br />
“I wonder if I’ll ever regret this” He thought as the lights went out.<br />
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They had arranged to meet in a secluded section of forest. Emma was wearing a short summer dress that fastened at the front, a pair of heels and a smile - nothing else. The guy she was meeting was armed with a large camera bag, several camera bodies and an array of lenses in an oversized camera bag.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
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The first pictures were easy and obvious. A seductive smile followed by a flash of leg and then a gradual striptease ending in some tasteful full body nudes.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
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“Can we do something a little harder now?” She asked. “I’d like some of me tied to that tree over there…”<br />
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The Photographer had come prepared as she had hinted at this before. He opened his bag and extracted two short lengths of rope. He took one and fastened it to one of her wrists. Passing it round the back of a large tree and over a high branch he tied the other end to her other wrist so that her arms were raised high above her and her back was pressed hard against the rough bark of the tree. He started taking pictures of her.<br />
Before long he was opening his bag again. This time he extracted a pair of nipple clamps. Emma looked slightly hesitant but didn’t object as he fastened them to her nipples. He took some close ups of her breasts showing the clamps to full effect.<br />
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“Let’s take some over there” he said, pointing at a large fallen tree across the path.<br />
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Untying the rope from one wrist he released her and they walked to the tree he had indicated. He suggested that she should lie on the trunk where it was about waist height. She lay on her back and he tied her wrists above her head around a convenient branch. He also took another piece of rope and tied her ankles behind the tree trunk leaving her legs spread wide apart and her pussy full exposed. The bark was rough against her back and Emma was starting to feel a little uncomfortable.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
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The photographer took some full body shots from beside her. These were quite tasteful and only showed her breasts which still had the nipple clamps in place. Then he moved down by her feet and took some shots showing her pussy clearly. As he stood there taking the pictures he was becoming very aroused looking at her captive, naked body. He placed his hands on her thigh and touched her pussy. Emma was startled but didn’t protest - she had promised him sex after all. He worked his fingers into her pussy, spreading her wide open and taking pictures of her glistening pink flesh as he did. Emma was becoming very aroused herself now, she couldn’t help it but her pussy was growing damper with each touch and click of the camera, her nipples were hardening, flushing a deep shade of red.<br />
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The photographer was by this time nursing a fully engorged cock that was straining to be released from his trousers. He undid his belt and unzipped his fly, letting the material fall around his ankles. His cock, now unrestrained stood proudly to attention. He manoeuvred himself so that he could enter her and with no hesitation slid his swollen cock into her. Emma was totally unable to resist - but also unwilling to protest. She wanted to be fucked right now, and hard.<br />
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Keeping his camera in his hand he continued taking pictures alternating between his cock sliding in and out of her sodden pussy and the pleasure etched on her face he continued to thrust into her. It didn’t take long before he came, the force of his ejaculation surprising her as she felt his cock convulsing inside her and his cum slamming against the inside of her pussy. As he withdrew he took pictures of his cum dribbling from inside her and onto the wet bark of the tree, leaving a cooling pool of evidence between her buttocks.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
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Just then the sound of footsteps trudging through the undergrowth came from behind him. He turned to see Emma’s latest boyfriend approaching. Her eyes widened in shock - she wasn’t expecting to see him at all!<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
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“Hi Dave” the photographer said “Your turn now”<br />
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Dave turned to Emma and said “I knew you had arranged this, and what you were planning, so I thought I’d add a surprise for you”<br />
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With that, he stripped and approached the still tied Emma. He kissed her full on the mouth and squeezed her breasts hard, tightening the nipple clamps a little as he did and stifling her protestations with his mouth on hers. The photographer stepped back and began taking pictures again, recording the action. Dave dropped a hand between her thighs and slid his fingers into her. Emma’s well lubricated pussy offering no resistance and her back arched as his fingers delved deeply into her.<span class="apple-converted-space"> A soft moan escaped her lips as a fresh wave of arousal rolled through her in response to his touch.</span><br />
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Dave fumbled with one of the knots around her ankle and released it. Holding her wrists he did the same there, leaving the rope dangling free from one wrist and one ankle. Lifting her from the tree Dave rolled her over and laid her over the tree trunk face down then lashed her ankles to her wrists around the trunk. Emma was shocked. She now found herself utterly immobilised and powerless, tied to the tree naked with her arse sticking up in the air. The sound of the camera shutter reminded her that this wasn’t just her boyfriend playing! She was about to protest when she felt the sharp sting of Dave’s hand slapping her bum. He repeated this with her other cheek. The camera clicked, faithfully recording two perfect hand prints on her arse cheeks, the bright red contrasting nicely with her pale flesh.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
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The fresh marks added nicely to the bark scratches visible on her back from earlier. Dave stood behind her and slid his hand slowly over the marks he’d just created, tracing the red outline until his fingers pressed against her pussy. He deftly parted the slick flesh and slipped a finger inside. This was soon joined by a second, his thumb circled her tightly puckered arse as his fingers thrust inside her. His fingers withdrew and she heard a twig snap as he moved. She felt a new pressure between her thighs as his cock pressed against her briefly before being buried deep inside her. Emma moaned as Dave started thrusting hard and fast. Her stomach and thighs were being pressed hard against the rough bark of the tree but the discomfort only added to her arousal.<br />
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After only a few minutes he withdrew his cock, the photographer faithfully capturing images of his dripping cock as it left her pussy. He shifted slightly and pressed his well lubricated cock against her arse. Emma gasped in shock as Dave’s cock pushed and slid into the tight opening, her stomach picking up grazes from the bark as she bucked against him.<br />
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The photographer, having captured a number of pictures of Dave inside her, moved to Emma’s head to capture images from there. His obvious arousal was impossible to hide as he still had no trousers on, so Dave grabbed a handful of Emma’s long blonde hair and pulled, forcing Emma to lift her head.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
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“Suck him” he instructed Emma.<br />
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The photographer stepped forward and Emma’s hungry mouth fastened around his cock. He still tasted of her, a taste she was familiar with. The shutter clicked and recorded their activities as the two men continued to pound and thrust into Emma as she lay helplessly tied to the tree. As if by some hidden signal the two men came within seconds of each other. Emma felt the photographer’s cock pulse as hot cum shot into the back of her throat, forcing her to swallow it as Dave filled her arse, his balls emptying themselves inside her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Dave took a few moments to recover his breath and she felt him deflating slowly inside her. Eventually he withdrew, untied her and held her in his arms. It wasn’t long before Emma recovered her breath, looked into his eyes and said.<br />
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“Wow. Can we do that again!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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shotoferoticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04074838699561081518noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935266603133950099.post-42461204361817634352018-12-08T00:12:00.003+00:002018-12-08T09:09:03.109+00:00Taboo in Erotica<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">The lovely @PosyChurchgate asked me for my thoughts on taboo in erotic fiction so I’ve had a go. Excuse me if I ramble, it’s been a long week. </div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"> The very concept of taboo is a nebulous one. Defined as something that is “Prohibited or restricted by social custom”, taboo is almost by definition a moving target that depends on the reader as much as the writer: Our current taboos are derived from our history, surroundings, culture, upbringing and a multitude of other factors. They are unique to us. Some are enshrined in law, others are merely accepted conventions in our culture at this time in history. I can guarantee that what is considered taboo today will not be the same in the future.</div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"> Erotic fiction and taboo have always gone hand in hand, and I believe there are several reasons for this. First and foremost fiction is exactly that - made up stories. Yes, it works best when it is realistic (or at least plausible) but it doesn’t have to slavishly follow the constraints of reality and because of that we can push the boundaries of what is possible or acceptable. We can venture into the uncharted territories of taboo. There is already a huge array of erotic writing outside the mainstream definitions of normal. Did you know there is a whole branch (tendril?) of tentacle porn in erotica that features alien creatures? Humans and terrestrial animals are clearly a taboo topic, not to mention illegal in most countries, but do aliens fit this criteria? Remember that what you consider an impossible and unacceptable activity today may not be so tomorrow and by the same token what is acceptable today may be utterly taboo tomorrow. In fiction I believe we should explore beyond the boundaries of acceptable and follow the stories and characters we create, let them roam wherever they need to go and do whatever the story demands they need to do. If the tale is compelling, the things those characters do along the way, and who or what they do them with, become part of their history and do not have to conform to our own morality. There is absolutely no reason to restrict erotic fiction to the legal and social conventions that we live our lives by or it risks becoming non-fiction.</div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"> To back that up I would point at a different genre, that of horror, where the most brutal and vicious acts are repeatedly described. These are not only illegal but frequently immoral (taboo) too yet no one says this is wrong. We actually expect horror stories to be full of the extraordinary and to regularly stray into deviant behaviour so why shouldn’t erotica follow the same rules? After all horror outsells erotica massively so maybe we need to follow their example. </div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"> I say we should get out there and push the boundaries in our fiction. Lets have more kink, more extremes and yes, more tentacles in our erotica.</div><div><br></div></div>shotoferoticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04074838699561081518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935266603133950099.post-85809666894727993762018-11-19T19:54:00.000+00:002018-11-19T19:54:13.436+00:00Why do I write?<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Well, first of all I feel a little disingenuous saying that I write because it’s been a long time since I was regularly writing and sharing anything meaningful but that should hopefully - no WILL - be changing in the near future. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I am first and foremost a reader. I love to read and have devoured books at a slightly alarming rate ever since I could do so without help. After cutting my teeth on the famous five and Biggles (yes really) I quickly found my way to more advanced novels. I had finished the Dune series before I was 12 which is probably why Sci-Fi will always be a go to genre for me. I’ve read my way through reams of horror, fantasy, Science-Fiction, thrillers and more, discovering some weird and wonderful stories along the way. There are some amazing authors out there in every genre and they tell such compelling stories and give us an infinite number of worlds to explore at our own pace. I also know that there are some stories in my head that I would love to read but can’t find anywhere because nobody has written them for me. Those are the ones I hope to add to the infinite pool of fiction.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">My lifelong ambition was and still is to become a “proper” author. To me that means being published physically and having books that sit on real shelves in actual shops. Although I have self published a short collection of flash fiction (there's a link on here somewhere), I’m still a long way from achieving that and the only person stopping it from happening is me, but I digress.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">The main reason I write is to explore the untapped corners of my mind, to push myself and see what happens. I like to take a little bit of reality, usually something I know or have experienced and then play the “what-if” game with it. Stretch the truth, tease it out a little and develop the story into something that could have happened. Sometimes the end result is very close to my memory of reality, other times it is far from it and buried somewhere deep in fantasy. I’ve mostly been writing erotic flash fiction, or at least that is all I’ve shared. Why? Well aside from the fact that it’s huge fun to write, erotica is actually very hard to write well so it is a great proving ground to experiment and discover both what works and whether I can actually write it. It’s also fun. Lots of fun. Where else can you take your wildest fantasies and present them to the world without being judged? After all, nobody else knows how much or little of any given story is real. That's part of the joy of fiction. I’ve written short stories in several different disciplines but the one I keep coming back to is erotica. I really enjoy the challenge of finding words to convey the images and sensation in my imagination to somebody else’s head. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">From everything I’ve read in the genre I don’t believe that it works particularly well in anything over a novella length, I get bored reading anything (erotic) longer than that and have found very few novels that I’ve actually enjoyed. The few I have enjoyed all had great stories and the sex was almost incidental so maybe that’s the key to making it work. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">For the immediate future I intend to resume writing flash fiction again. I want to shake off the cobwebs and hone my skills. If I can add a little humour along the way then I will. Sex shouldn’t be taken too seriously and there’s nothing wrong with making it lighthearted - I tried this in a <a href="http://shotoferotica.blogspot.com/2016/12/christmas-comes-early.html">Christmas story</a> I wrote a few years back and was pleased with the results so expect another one this year. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I’m not quite in a place to explore a full novel yet, I have a few ideas for plots and they will appear at some point but I need to get back into the habit of writing before I attempt them. I also need to read a few more novels to prepare myself, well, that and to enjoy escaping to some more new worlds. </span></span></div>
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The sun was making its way towards the horizon sending our shadows stretching into the distance. It had been a brilliant day, wandering aimlessly through the forest with no time constraints and no better place to be than beside each other. Hand in hand we'd explored, walking off a large pub lunch and enjoying the summer heat whilst discussing anything and everything that came into our heads. We came to a gate and I paused, leaning against the timber and pulling her into my arms for a long lingering kiss. Her soft scent filled my senses as we kissed and I felt an unmistakeable swelling in my shorts. She clearly sensed it to, smiling into the kiss and slipping her hand down to press against the bulge.<br />
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"That's not helping" I said</div>
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"Oh I don't know, it's definitely growing"</div>
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"Keep that up and I'll drag you behind the nearest tree"</div>
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She didn't reply but pressed harder against me, squeezing her fingers around my growing arousal as best she could through the material. My hands dropped to her thighs just below the hem of her sundress and slipped upwards, cupping her buttocks. Her arse was deliciously firm and fitted my hands perfectly. It took a few seconds for me to notice that there was no material against my palm and I pulled back from the kiss, wide eyed. She gave me her widest eyed innocent smile followed by a wink.</div>
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"Took you long enough" She said "now, about this tree."</div>
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With that she slipped from my grip, turned and ran into the trees behind me. I gave chase and we were soon ducking under branches and leaping around roots as we ran deeper into the copse. I finally caught up with her, grabbing her hand and forcing her to slow down. She span around and threw herself at me, wrapping her legs around my waist and grabbing my head with her hands. She kissed me with abandon as I stumbled backwards, overbalancing and landing on the soft ground with her straddling me. I could feel her heat in my lap as we lay there, giggling and kissing and knew she was aware of my arousal too. She ground herself against the front of my shorts and I felt myself getting harder, the need within me growing along with my cock. <br />
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Raising herself on her knees she wriggled down my legs, exposing my shorts. I looked down as she started to unbutton them and saw the damp stain that she'd left on the very obvious bulge that she was working to liberate. The buttons were swiftly dispatched and she started to tug my shorts down. I lifted my hips to help her and they slid down my thighs to where she was sitting.</div>
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"Who'd have thought we'd find wood in a forest" She said as she wrapped her fingers around me and began to gently stroke. She leant forward and kissed the tip of my cock before extending her tongue and running it slowly down the side of the shaft. I watched intently, the single minded attention she was focussing on the task in hand was mesmerising. I wanted nothing more than to bury myself in her but I was paralysed, hypnotised by her movements and the sensation filling me. I felt the heat of her breath on my skin and closed my eyes as her mouth engulfed me. She moved slowly, her tongue and lips sending ripples of ecstasy coursing through me. </div>
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I opened my eyes as her weight lifted from my legs and I felt cool air blow across my cock briefly before her mouth was replaced with the intense heat of her pussy. I lay motionless, mesmerised by her face as she eased onto me, her eyes closed and her mouth formed a silent “O” of pleasure as we merged with one single minded purpose. She rocked slowly; waking me from immobility, exquisite sensations flooding our senses as each revelled in the movement of the other. Other senses faded as my cock became the centre of the universe, nothing mattered but the feeling of her enveloping me, controlling me, fulfilling me. We moved faster, animal instincts taking over as we bucked and ground against each other, oblivious of our surroundings and intent only on pleasuring the other. I felt my pulse quicken, balls pulling themselves in tight as the inevitable climax drew nearer. Our motions faltered, becoming staccato as ecstasy interrupted the signals between brain and muscle. I held on, trying to ride the edge of control until, finally I felt her shudder to a halt, clenching me impossibly tight and driving me over the edge into the abyss of orgasm. </div>
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Huge idiotic smiles painted our faces as we lay there for a while, a tangled mess of limbs and slowly cooling flesh. From somewhere nearby I heard voices and the sound of many feet crunching through the undergrowth. I nudged her in the ribs. </div>
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“I think we have company”</div>
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She rolled off of me and sat up quickly whilst I yanked my shorts back up, fastening the buttons with<br />
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I sat up and watched the disembodied legs of a large group of hikers walking on the path just a few feet beyond the next tree. Thankfully the branches prevented us from seeing anything above their waist and more importantly stopped them from seeing us. We waited, still and silent as they continued to file past. When they’d passed beyond earshot I stood, helped her to her feet and we set off back towards the car and our next adventure.<br />
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shotoferoticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04074838699561081518noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935266603133950099.post-47960129764224061672018-01-27T16:06:00.001+00:002018-01-27T16:06:25.918+00:00New BeginningsSix long years ago I was taking my first tentative steps towards writing fiction. In order to help improve my skills I entered a writing competition called "The Smut Marathon". It was actually a huge amount of fun and I discovered some superb erotic writers as a result of it. At the time I managed to write a reasonable number of pieces of flash fiction and even self published a small collection in Kindle format before losing focus.<br />
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What makes me mention this now is that after a four year hiatus I am beginning to write again. My first steps are slow and steady but the fact I am taking them is a good start. This time I aim to stick at it for a bit longer and will not be stopping until I have a finished (paper) book in my hands. So, one small step at a time I am getting back into the swing of creating things.<br />
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In order to kick start my writing habit I have entered a new "Smut Marathon" and this starts with the first task tomorrow! Looking at the massive list of entrants (89 of us) I have become aware of just how rusty I am so I decided to look through some of the challenges we were set last time and see what I would do now. One task was to create a 200 word character introduction so I've found my original submission and edited it into something that I might create now whilst sticking to the rules. My character was called "The Book Worm" and having tweaked it, I think I'm going to write the story I always intended to.<br />
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<b>This was my original submission:</b><br />
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Michael
yawned and rubbed his eyes. Getting up early to write before work was
helping him to knuckle down and develop his book but it was hard
work. The chapter he’d just finished had been based on his exploits
with a previous girlfriend and the memory always caused a rush of
blood to his groin, today was no exception. Standing up, he stretched
and crossed his apartment, heading for the shower. He glanced in the
full length mirror as he passed and paused to reflect on the naked
image it revealed. His new fitness regime was definitely working, his
stomach whilst still not a six pack was noticeably flatter and
showing some signs of muscle tone, his shoulders were broader and his
arms and legs were no longer the weak, skinny things he’d had for
most of his life.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Getting
there” he thought.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Cycling
to work was getting easier, he locked his bike and as he climbed the
stone steps he realised he didn’t even get out of breath anymore.
Things were definitely looking up. He smiled to himself as he pushed
open the doors and the familiar smell of massed books welcomed him
like a warm embrace.</span></span></span></div>
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<b>This is how I would write the same thing now:</b></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Michael
yawned and rubbed his eyes. </span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The
discipline of rising early </span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">to
write before work was helping him </span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">shake
off the inertia of too many idle years but was far from easy. </span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The
chapter he’d just finished had been </span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">loosely
</span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">based
on </span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">real
events and r</span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">eplaying
the memory and playing ‘what if’ with the action </span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">while
he wrote it</span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">
had cause</span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">d
a rush of blood to his groin </span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">and
an aching need </span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">to
find someone</span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">.
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Standing
up, he stretched and crossed his apartment, heading for the shower,
glanc</span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">ing</span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">
in the full length mirror as he passed, paus</span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">ing</span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">
to reflect on the naked image </span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">it
revealed</span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">.
His new fitness regime was definitely working. </span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">H</span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">is
stomach whilst still not a six pack was </span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">s</span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">howing
</span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">promising</span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">
signs of muscle tone, his shoulders were broader and his arms and
legs were no longer the weak, </span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">spindly</span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">
things he’d had for most of his life.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Getting
there” he thought.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Cycling
to work was </span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">no
longer the chore it had seemed at first and he barely broke a sweat
these days</span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">.
He smiled to himself a</span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">nd
a</span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">s
he pushed open the doors the familiar smell of </span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">old</span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">
books welcomed him like a warm embrace.</span></span></span></div>
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OK, so 200 words is not very much but it's enough that I can see some changes and I also want to see where this character takes me. Come back next week and there should be a story here.</div>
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If you're interested, here is a link to this years Smut Marathon so you can see the vast array of talent that I'm thrilled to be included with. I just hope I can create something that I'm happy with.</div>
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http://smut.rebelsnotes.com/2018/01/participants/</div>
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<br />shotoferoticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04074838699561081518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935266603133950099.post-20399696340753717752018-01-02T19:40:00.002+00:002018-01-02T19:40:45.047+00:00Room to Play<br />
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Hi gorgeous, I’ve missed you” I said<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Me too, now kiss me properly”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I didn’t need any encouragement. Wrapping my arms around her our lips met and we kissed long and hard until we were both panting breathlessly. Stepping back from her I sat on the bed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Strip for me”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Without hesitating she reached for the first button on her blouse and slowly unfastened it. I reached for my camera and started to take pictures as she worked her way down the line of buttons until it fell open exposing a black lacy bra that was struggling to contain her ample breasts. The blouse fell to the floor at her feet and I snapped a closeup of her nipple standing proud beneath the flimsy material. She reached behind and undid the clasp and zip on her skirt and it too fell to the floor. stepping out of the rumpled clothing I marvelled at the beauty on display before me. Dressed now in heels, stockings and a matching set of black lacy bra and panties she looked absolutely stunning. With a narrow waist, curved hips and large breasts she was truly gorgeous but it was her smile and the cheeky glint in her eyes that filled me with lustful thoughts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Knickers next” I managed to say<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She turned away and bent at the waist as she drew her panties slowly down her shapely legs giving me a beautiful view of her round buttocks and a teasing glimpse of her smooth pussy as the underwear reached her ankles. Standing upright she reached behind and unclasped her bra - she knows me far too well. The bra was added to the pile of clothing and I had a moment to admire her flawless back and her profile against the window before she turned to face me. As usual her unfettered boobs took my breath away. They were simply stunning to see, large and beautifully shaped with hard swollen nipples topping them perfectly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She stood facing me wearing nothing but stockings and heels. Placing her hands on her hips a quizzical smirk crossed her face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Shouldn’t you be naked too?” She asked<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Pausing only to pass her the camera I started to undress. As I removed my shirt and added it to the pile of clothes at her feet she took pictures of me. Unfastening my belt I eased it through the hoops of my trousers until. The leather hissed through the loops until the tip finally fell to the floor. Maybe I could make use of that later I thought as I hung it over the chair. I undid the clasp on my trousers and teased the zip down until the trousers hung open, held in place only by the tension my erection was placing on them. The shutter of my camera was clicking wildly as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and eased them down to mid thigh then let them fall to the floor round my ankles.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Better?” I enquired<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Much”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Now, pass me the camera back and sit on the bed.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Kneeling up I positioned myself and pressed the tip of my cock against her sodden labia. Easing forward I sank deep into her hot wet cunt and she clenched her muscles around me. The feeling was exquisite, I’d missed this for far too long! Our hips moved in unison and she pressed hard against me in response to my urgent thrusting. It wasn’t long before I was ready to finish but I didn’t want to fill her with my cum yet. As I neared my climax I withdrew from her tight wet pussy and straddled her waist. Looking into her eyes I knelt across her and took my cock in my hand. Placing my left hand on her right breast I squeezed and massage it firmly, pinching her nipple between the base of my fingers as my right hand stroked my slick cock. Her eyes left mine and strayed lower as she watched the movement of my hand intently. My eyes closed as my orgasm drew near, my breathing became shallow, my heart raced, my balls tightened impossibly and my cock pulsed in my hand as I sprayed hot thick cum all over her stomach and chest. My cock convulsed a few last times as my balls emptied themselves over her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I knelt, breathing heavily for an eternity then opened my eyes. She was gazing into them, smiling. I took my sticky, cum covered hand from my increasingly soft dick and placed it by her mouth. Her tongue shot out and she lapped hesitantly at my fingers, testing the taste of it in her mouth. Her eyes widened and the appreciative noises she made suggested that she liked it so I let her suck my fingers clean.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I felt my cheeks flush and my shorts begin to tighten as I gazed hungrily at the neatly trimmed triangle of coppery curls that seemed to point demandingly down between her thighs to the smooth shaven flesh that I loved to caress. She watched me long enough to be sure that I'd had a good look, knowing the effect this would have on me, then closed her legs, forcing me to look up into her face. She was wearing a devilishly wicked smile that reminded me why I loved her so much. She stood and held out her hand, I took it as I raised myself to stand beside her, using my other hand to discreetly adjust myself in an attempt to disguise my excitement. She then began to walk on through the store as if nothing had changed. I followed her lead as the pressure in my shorts slowly subsided.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">The next section contained example apartment layouts. There were four of them arranged back to back connected by convoluted passageways, making it possible to walk from one to the other. It was still eerily quiet with hardly anyone in sight as Amy led me into the first apartment. As I walked through the entrance behind her she spun around, threw her arms around me and our lips met hungrily. She felt amazing in my grasp as always and her subtle perfume, mingled with the scent of her arousal, inflamed my desires. We kissed breathlessly. My hands strayed down her back, sneaking under the hem of her dress and cupping her naked buttocks as our tongues entwined. As my cock swelled, waking an urgent need in me I knew that I wanted her, here and now . My right hand moved around the outside of her leg and I let my fingers graze the inside of her thigh as they inched up towards the heat I felt radiating from her. Just as my fingers touched the damp entrance to her pussy she wriggled free from my arms and stepped away, moving into the next room and leaving me stunned, aroused and frustrated in equal measure.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I turned to follow her and nearly walked into an elderly couple walking in the other direction. Letting them pass, I stepped into the next virtual apartment to find her leaning over a dining table, arse pointing in my direction revealing the crescents of her perfectly rounded buttocks peeking out from below the hem. The tantalising glimpse of her exposed flesh served to inflame my passion further, as she no doubt intended, and I stopped directly behind her, pressing my crotch firmly against her as I grabbed her shoulders with both hands. I began to caress her back, tracing lazy patterns and raking her flesh through the thin material. It took a few moments before I realised that my fingers were moving freely across the length of her back without encountering the tell-tale ridge of a bra strap. Another small omission that made me grin. I knew she could feel my arousal pressed against her but as my hands strayed down and began to stroke the side of her breasts she pushed backwards from the table and wriggled from my grasp once again before vanishing round the corner into the next room.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Frustrated and increasingly horny I paused before pursuing her and my eyes fell on the desk organiser beside me where a simple twelve inch acrylic ruler was standing proudly. I picked it up and flexed it between my hands, smacking it onto one palm to feel the sharp sting as it hit. I grinned, wicked thoughts filling my mind as I slipped it into my pocket and set off after her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">With that I brought the flat of the ruler smartly across her exposed arse, making her yelp and leaving a broad red line etched across her skin.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">“Shhh. You don’t want to get caught like this do you?” I asked, as the ruler connected firmly with her buttocks a second time. I followed her gaze through the window, checking to see if any of the couples in view had heard us. If they had, they showed no reaction.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">“OK, no more teasing. I promise” She said biting her lip as I swung a third time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I placed the ruler on a table and softly caressed the sting out of her buttocks before letting her stand, her dress dropping just enough to conceal her modesty again. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her in close and felt her nestle comfortably against me. She nuzzled my neck as I stroked her hair and smiled at the young couple who chose that moment to turn the corner from the next room.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">By the time we reached the stairs to the next level I'd managed to regain control and was walking normally again, the swelling having subsided sufficiently to be comfortable. Amy stepped onto the escalator ahead of me and I hesitated before taking the step behind her. I waited until three steps had passed before following her onto it and looking up to see that I'd almost judged it correctly. Moving down a step gave me the vantage point I was after, Looking straight up her skirt with an excellent view of her the lower curve of her buttocks. I felt my control waning as my shorts started to feel constrictive again. Sensing I wasn't directly behind her, Amy looked around and immediately realised where I was looking. She turned her body to face me and lifted the front of her dress giving me, and anyone who happened to be looking towards the escalator from below, a superb view of her pubic triangle and the evidently damp flesh between her thighs. I could see that she was having fun from the glisten of moist flesh at the top of her exposed legs. No doubt she could see from the obvious tenting of my shorts that I was enjoying myself too.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">We were nearing the top and I was about to shout a warning, but as ever, Amy was ahead of me. She released the material and span around just in time to step smoothly onto the next floor. Without waiting for me, she started to explore the new area. This floor was slightly different, it contained a wide variety of household items laid out more like a department store, with shelves of various bottles, jars and cooking implements instead of furniture. There were more people milling around, although it was still far from busy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I caught up and took her hand in mine. We looked at each other and grinned, this was a much better trip than I'd expected. We walked past the objects on display, occasionally stopping to admire something new or interesting. At one point I picked up an oversized wooden spoon and slapped my palm, which earned me a swift response. The look she gave me was rebuke enough and didn't require any words of explanation. I returned the spoon to the shelf and we continued to walk, looking for a quiet place to continue our fun. This floor was far too busy, with people pushing trolleys at snail’s pace in all directions and we soon ended up in the restaurant. A glance around revealed a smattering of people and lots of empty tables so we decided to pause for refreshments.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">After collecting some coffees we made our way to the most deserted corner of the restaurant and found a pair of soft, comfortable chairs. Amy chose one that faced out of the window with her back to the bulk of the other tables and I sat facing her. As she sipped at her mug, she brought her feet up onto the low table between us and slowly, deliberately, spread her knees as wide as she could. I coughed, nearly choking on my drink as I watched her legs part, giving me a superb view of her pussy. She smirked at the expression on my face and the way that I was forced to wriggle awkwardly as my cock sprang into life once again. Deciding that it was safe because I was watching for interruptions, she eased her dress up to her waist and slipped her hand between her thighs whilst still sipping from the mug. I watched mesmerised and very aroused by the sheer audacity of witnessing such an intimate act in so public a venue as her fingers began to stroke the slick entrance of her pussy for our joint gratification. The other diners were oblivious to the incredible performance I was enjoying as she played with herself. Her fingers moved with practiced ease, grazing her already slick lips before dipping inside. I watched her eyes close as she eased a digit momentarily deeper. She drew it out, trailing a glistening trail across her thigh before lifting it to her mouth. Her eyes locked on mine as she held her finger aloft and slowly parted her lips, extending her tongue and licking her juices from it. I squirmed uncomfortably as my cock throbbed inside the tight confines of my trousers, mouth salivating at the memory of her taste on my lips. Amy winked, knowing the effect she was having on me and enjoying being in charge.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">She dropped her hand to her lap again and used her fingers to part the entrance of her pussy, showing me the hot pink flesh that glistened so invitingly before beginning to stroke her clit while I watched, transfixed. Slowly and deliberately she played, alternating between stroking herself and plunging her fingers inside, edging closer and closer to a climax, each time denying herself the final release and teetering on the brink of orgasm but somehow finding the restraint not to lose control.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">The flush built in her cheeks and across her neck as her arousal grew. Her blush was always a good indicator and I could judge how close to climax she was by its colour and spread. By the time she brought her knees together she was a warm pink from cheeks to cleavage. My coffee was cold and long forgotten, the only thought in my mind was the need for her. My balls were aching painfully; I needed to taste her arousal and to satisfy the urgent throbbing of my cock.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">She stood and held out her hand for me. I eased myself upright, all too conscious of the very obvious erection that was bursting to get out of my shorts and took her hand as we set off for the lift to the ground floor warehouse. Time seemed to drag as we stood waiting for the lift to arrive, Amy stood in front of me, her buttocks pressed against my groin, partly to maintain my arousal and partly to hide it from the other people waiting with us. Eventually the doors slid open and we stepped inside. I was careful to stand in the rear corner of the lift so that I didn't reveal the throbbing presence in my shorts to anyone else. Amy resumed her stance in front of me but stood with her hands behind her back as she leaned against me, rubbing my cock through the material of my shorts. Combined with the vibrations of the lift mechanism I was struggling to avoid a premature explosion by the time we reached the ground floor and the doors finally opened.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">We followed the group out of the lift and into the vast warehouse section where box after box of flat packed furniture was stacked to the ceiling in all directions. Most of the shoppers were heading straight for the checkouts whilst a few were wandering off into the dark recesses of the shelving pushing large recalcitrant trolleys. We took our time, looking along each aisle to see which was busiest before settling on one that looked promisingly quiet. At the end of the aisle we found a small area, hidden from the main thoroughfare that housed some obscure looking lighting products. A quick glance behind us revealed no one in sight and the instant we passed around the corner of the shelving I pulled her into my arms.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Our lips met in a hungry and frenetic kiss, tongues duelling while our hands explored each other’s body. I could taste her pussy on her lips from her earlier exploits in the restaurant and my mouth longed for more. Picking her up easily I sat her on a conveniently empty shelf beside us before dropping to my knees and burying my head between her obligingly open legs. Her scent filled my senses as I kissed her inner thigh and my mouth edged closer to it’s destination. She jumped as my lips met her sodden pussy and my tongue lapped at her delicious juices. I savoured every drop of her excitement; she had an exquisite flavour when aroused that I devoured like a starving man in a sweet shop. Using my tongue to toy with her clit I pushed her closer to an orgasm than she'd been upstairs before she pushed my head away from her groin.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No. Not like that. I need you in me. Now" she whispered</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Happy to oblige I stood, scanning the area quickly to verify we were still alone before releasing the button on my shorts, teasing the zip down slowly and letting them fall around my ankles. My cock stood proudly to attention, finally free of the constricting material, it was throbbing almost painfully and I knew that I wasn't going to last more than a few seconds inside her. Shuffling forward, careful not to trip over the shorts around my ankles I pressed the tip of my cock against her dripping pussy. I slid easily inside and began to thrust quickly, pistoning back and forth with genuine urgency as she wrapped her legs around me her heels pressed into my back, needlessly encouraging me. I heard her nearing an orgasm, her rapid breathing and the barely stifled cries escaping her mouth were unavoidable and I pressed my lips to hers, attempting to smother her noises in a kiss. Her body tensed around me as the orgasm ripped through her body. Her pussy clenched my cock tightly. It was the final stimulation I needed and my rhythm faltered. I felt a surge of pressure in my balls as a strong muscular spasm tore through my groin, my cock pulsed and fired salvos of hot creamy ejaculate into her welcoming body.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">We were still for a few minutes, catching our breath and enjoying the simple, physical union as I slowly deflated inside her. I heard a shoe scuff on the concrete floor somewhere near us and jerked backwards quickly, grabbing for my shorts and tugging them up in one smooth motion. Amy clenched her thighs together and slid off the shelf, back onto her feet, leaving a small and rapidly cooling pool of fluid on the edge that promised to betray our illicit activity. Before I had time to wipe it away, the intruder rounded the corner that had concealed us. We were both correctly dressed and looking perfectly respectable, if a little flushed. We walked past him as nonchalantly as we could, keen to distance ourselves from the scene before he spotted the evidence we’d left behind. Glancing back I saw that the man was busy looking at a different section of the shelves and didn’t appear to have noticed anything.</span></div>
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shotoferoticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04074838699561081518noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935266603133950099.post-78890898877268158122017-01-18T21:03:00.002+00:002017-01-18T21:03:47.920+00:00WritingWell, it's been a while since I published, shared or even wrote anything more substantial than a shopping list. For a variety of reasons I've been struggling to find time and, more importantly, motivation to put pen to paper. Recently I've had an enforced rest and I've had lots of free time that would have been perfect for writing but even that hasn't helped. Why the lack of motivation? I honestly can't be sure though I do have a few ideas, none of which I'll share here for now.<br />
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What's more important at the moment is that I'm beginning to get the urge again. This is good news but terrible timing on my part as the next few months are going to be very busy for me. I do know however that time is less important than motivation, so I hope the current resurgence lasts. Time will tell.<br />
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I've started gently, extending something that I wrote a few years ago into a longer piece. It's still Flash fiction, I enjoy the short story format, especially for Erotica and will be sticking primarily to that for the immediate future.<br />
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The first fruits of my labour will be posted on here some time on Friday (20th of January). Keep your eyes peeled and let me know what you think.shotoferoticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04074838699561081518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935266603133950099.post-51620018099187420702016-12-01T12:00:00.000+00:002016-12-01T13:56:26.551+00:00Christmas Comes Early<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“How many more?”
he asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Just one before
lunch. If you can manage to squeeze in a quickie?” she replied, disappearing
behind the wall of tinsel.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> He could
hear muffled sounds from the queue waiting expectantly outside the grotto that
had been built in the middle of the toy department. It was his first week as
Santa and whilst he was arguably too young and physically not built for the
role, he had taken to the job like a duck to water. It had taken a while to get
used to the incessant stream of wide-eyed children being coaxed and pushed in
front of him but the eventual joy on their faces made it all worthwhile. Well,
that and the cheeky smile of his ever-present and appropriately named
assistant, Holly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> The final
child was soon on his way, a wrapped present clutched tightly to his chest as
he headed out to rejoin his waiting parents. Holly stepped out with him and
announced to the waiting line that the grotto was closed for the next hour as
even Father Christmas had to eat occasionally. The queue began to disperse as
Holly stepped back inside, closing the door behind her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> “Peace at
last” She said<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Bliss” he sighed
“I’m exhausted”.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Santa...?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“It’s Peter, if
you prefer?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Not just yet”
she said with a wink. “Santa, I wanted to ask if you have any treats in your
sack for me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Well that
depends” he said, reverting to the familiar script “Have you been a good girl?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“I could say yes,
but what happens If I say no? I’ve been very naughty.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Then you’ll have
to tell me what you’ve done and I’ll see if you deserve a reward or not.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> He remained
seated on the oversized chair in the middle of the grotto as he watched Holly
bashfully walk towards him. As she neared, she fiddled with the buttons on her
dress, perfectly imitating the young children who nervously approached him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> “Well
Santa” She purred as she perched on his knee “Normally I’m a good girl, but
some days, like today, I feel like being naughty and I’m not sure my clothing
is entirely appropriate”.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> His eyes
opened wide and he found himself looking at her with excited interest. The
bright green costume she wore was covered in tinsel and sat just above her
knees. Her legs were clad in red and white stripes that mimicked the hanging
candy canes and there was no hint of anything inappropriate in her appearance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> “You look
silly, but perfectly dressed to me” he said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Her eyes
twinkled. “Let me show you”.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> Without
moving from his knee she lifted the hem of her dress to her waist revealing her
stocking tops, beautifully smooth thighs, and a tiny Father-Christmas-adorned
thong. Somewhat taken aback, he stared at the hidden delights on show. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> “Well
that’s somewhere I didn’t expect to see my face today!” he said<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> “Strange,
that’s exactly where I hoped to see it” She said “Do I still qualify as good?”
she asked “Or do I need to be punished like a naughty girl?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> “I think
you are little of both” He said, a firmness creeping into his voice and his
underwear at the same time. “If you’re a good girl and accept your punishment,
I definitely have something in my sack for you”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> “Excellent”
she said as she lifted herself from his lap and stepped to the corner of the
room to turn the music up so that the annoyingly cheerful Christmas tunes just
blotted out the excited squeals of children in the store around the grotto.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> “Now where
do you want me Santa?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> “Over my
knee” he said<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> Holly
walked eagerly back and lay down over his legs, placing her hands on the floor
for support. Lifting the hem of her dress he admired her bare, pert buttocks
before beginning to massage them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> “Have you
been naughty in any other ways?” He asked, kneading the flesh of her firm arse,
warming it in preparation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> “Oh no
Santa, I’m normally a good girl” She said<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> “I see” he
said, bringing the flat of his palm down smartly on her round cheek, the
slapping sound masked by the music. “Then this shouldn’t take too long”.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> He
continued to rub, slap and caress her thighs and reddening bottom, each stroke
getting nearer to the damp triangle of material that passed for underwear. She
parted her legs, allowing him to ease it aside and touch the already slick
entrance of her pussy. Teasing his thumb along the sensitive flesh, he gently
pushed until the digit sank deep into the moist heat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> His thumb
remained pressed inside her as his fingers explored the deliciously damp flesh,
parting her lips as he sought her clit. A squeal emanated from below his knees
the moment he touched it and began to play. Holly began to moan louder, clearly
enjoying the sensations his fingers and thumb were creating as they
simultaneously worked their magic inside and out of her. Afraid they’d be heard
through the thin walls of the makeshift grotto, he leant over and picked up a
thick candy cane from the table and passed it to Holly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> “Suck on
this” he said “It’s not as good as a gag but it will do”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> “Thank you
Santa” She said and obediently placed the thick, sweet cinnamon rod between her
lips clenching it with her teeth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> “You’re
clearly a very naughty girl” he said, lightly slapping her buttocks with his
free hand. His thumb moved deeper inside her, pressing against her inner walls
whilst his fingers danced across her clit in rapid, circular motions. She
writhed across his lap, thighs clamping around his hand in response to his
efforts. Holly’s breathing became faster and deeper, the taste of cinnamon
growing stronger as the sugary sweet slowly softened in her mouth. He was
teasing her, keeping her close to climax but not allowing it to happen until he
suddenly stopped and withdrew his hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> “What!?”
She exclaimed. “I was nearly there!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“I know.” he said
with a smile “I was punishing you, remember? Naughty girls have to earn their
treats.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> Holly
manoeuvred herself from his lap and looked at him, watching as he slowly,
deliberately, licked his fingers clean.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> “You really
do taste very good you know” he said, winking at her. “You’ve earned a treat
from Santa’s sack now”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> Holly
didn’t reply. She dropped to her knees in front of him and reached under his
clothing for the button that held his trousers together. As she released the
fixing, she couldn’t help but feel his excitement. She pressed her hands
against him, rubbing his swollen member through the bright red fabric.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> “You’re
going to have to help me here” she said tugging at his clothing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> He
responded by lifting himself from the chair just enough for her eager hands to
pull his trousers and underwear down as far as his boots would allow. She
placed her hands on his knees and pushed them apart, easing herself forward so
that she knelt on the clothing around his ankles, pinning him in place. Lowering
her head to one knee she began lightly kissing her way towards his crotch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> “I can see
some Christmas balls” she said between kisses.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> “Ho ho ho”
he laughed, in character.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> She reached
out and took his shaft in her hand. The rock-hard flesh was hot and she could
feel it throbbing. She would have to be gentle if she wanted him to last any
time at all. Her other hand lifted the foam-padded belly and absurdly large
belt buckle out of the way to give her more room. Her lips reached the base of
his cock and she wrapped them around the side of his shaft, the same way she’d
placed the candy cane in her mouth, teeth pressing gently into him just enough
that she could hear his breath hiss through clenched teeth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> “Careful!
or you’ll be getting a much harder spanking in a minute”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> “Would you
like me to stop?” She asked, before running her tongue up the length of his
erection from base to glistening tip.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> She didn’t
wait for an answer before plunging and taking him entirely into her mouth. He
took a sharp intake of breath as she slowly lifted her head, lips forming a
seal around his shaft and hollows forming in her cheeks whilst she sucked. Her
tongue pressed against his hot flesh as she moved, leaving a trail of saliva
that was still sticky from the sweet candy. She focused on him entirely, no
longer aware of her surroundings or anything but the feel of his throbbing cock
in her mouth and the sound of his pleasure as she devoured it. She looked up
and found him watching her intently as if memorising the sight for later. Their
eyes locked and he sat, utterly mesmerised by the combination of the sight and
sensations racing from his groin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> “Your
turn.” Holly said lifting her head<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> She stood
and moved to the table beside the chair. It was half covered in wrapped
presents but there was enough space for her to perch on the edge. He stood and
tripped as he tried to walk, forgetting his trousers were round his ankles. He
caught a grip on the edge of the table as he fell and ended up knelt on the
floor staring at the smiling Santa looking out from Holly’s thong.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> “This has
to come off” he said, hooking his fingers into the string that served as a
waistband and tugged it down her legs, removing the thong and throwing it
behind him. He began to kiss her legs, working his way up her inner thigh
towards the glistening and inviting attraction waiting above her stocking tops.
Holly writhed away from him and giggled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> “I hate to
say it but the beard has to go.” she said “It tickles! and you don’t want to
make it sticky”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> “I’d love
to take it off, but it’s glued on and I can’t put it back on in a hurry” He
said. “I’ll just have to skip lunch and go straight for dessert”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> He stood
and stepped forward, grasping her knees and pulled her to the edge of the
table. Lacing her hands behind his head she pulled him towards her. Their lips
met and she abruptly pushed him away, sputtering and spitting out a mouthful of
nylon fibres. Shrugging, as there wasn’t much he could do about the beard, he
pressed ahead and eased his cock towards her only to find that the prosthetic
belly was getting in the way. Holly was being smothered by the padded red
costume and he couldn’t support her legs and hold the damned thing out of the
way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">With that, he
pulled her from the table and into his arms. She looked bemused, briefly,
before he span her around and nudged her shoulders forwards.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Let’s try it
this way instead” he said, lifting his costume upwards and pressing his groin
against her rosy buttocks. Placing her face a few inches from the table, Holly
arched her back, standing on the tips of her toes to help him gain access.
Bending his knees, he slid the tip of his erection down the crack of her arse
until he felt the heat of her slick entrance against the tip of his cock. He
moved slowly until it slipped inside, revelling in the sheer pleasure of her
tight pussy sucking him in as he filled it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> Holly
offered herself towards him, loving the feeling of his hard shaft stretching
her. They moved gently at first, rocking against each other, relishing the slow
slide of flesh in flesh. Grabbing her hips, he began to thrust harder. Holly
gripped the table, holding herself as steady as she could whilst pushing back
against his cock. The packages on the table began to rock in time with the
action with each movement shifting them closer to the edge. Oblivious to
anything but the exquisite sensations from his groin, he increased his pace,
the rapid thrusting caused his balls to slap against her swollen clitoris.
Holly, who was still teetering on the edge of a climax, found the combination
of deep thrusts and the added stimulation to her sensitive clit an irresistible
pleasure. She supressed the urge to cry out as her pussy clenched tightly
around him and the orgasm ripped through her. Waves of ecstasy cascaded through
her entire body as his pace began to slow. She felt his cock stiffen inside
her, impossibly firm and swollen before pulsing hard, shooting his hot load
into her sated pussy. They stayed that way, catching their breath, half stood,
leaning across the table until he began to deflate inside her and the telltale
oozing of their combined juices started to seep down her thighs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> “Did
you see where my thong went?” Holly asked as they re-adjusted their clothing
and prepared themselves for the next onslaught of excited parents and their
offspring.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> “I threw it
behind me. Sorry”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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see it. It doesn’t matter, I’ll just have to go without” She replied. “Are you
ready?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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walked back in with the first child, he spotted something hanging from the tree
behind her. Amongst the other decorations and just above a large pair of golden
balls was a small triangle of material with the image of Santa grinning back at
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shotoferoticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04074838699561081518noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935266603133950099.post-6445870317642523822016-06-17T11:38:00.001+01:002016-06-17T11:38:06.931+01:00A Taste of SummerIt was one of those rare English summer days where the humid heat was stifling. Laura was in her garden soaking up the sunshine in her smallest bikini. All she wanted to do was lie there and let the sun turn her pale flesh a rosy pink with the promise of a future tan while she escaped into a book. <br /><br />Her garden was surrounded by tall hedges that formed a private sanctuary from the busy reality outside. It was her favourite place to retreat with a book and a glass of wine, to escape into whatever fictional world the covers contained. She'd chosen a steamy novella from an author she'd discovered who wrote in a way that drew her into the fantasy completely. His words always left her cheeks flushed and her knickers sodden, so much so that she'd rarely made it through one of his tales without a break. Today was proving to be no exception. The book was a tale of a successful woman with a penchant for sex in risky public places; Laura was lost in the excitement of the exhibitionism it described, aroused by the thought of being watched. She looked around her garden, aside from the blank windows of her own house, the garden was completely hidden from view. It occurred to her that she could slip out of her bikini and no one would ever know. Her housemates had planned a picnic today so she had the house, and more importantly the garden to herself all day. Laura swiftly removed the tiny pieces of material that were doing little to cover her modesty anyway. Her cheeks flushed a little as she lay the bikini on top of the sarong beside her. She had never been so exposed in full daylight before and it felt good.<br /><br />Laura lay on her front, feeling the sun warm her newly exposed buttocks as she resumed her reading. Laura soon found herself lost in an orgy of public sex that left her frustratingly horny. Rolling onto her back she held the book above her, shielding her face from the sun and continuing to read. She lazily stroked her nipples with her free hand sending ripples of sensation to match those of her imagination. Somewhere in the distance the strident tones of an ice cream van rang out. A cool breeze blew across her exposed body like the breath of a lover kneeling between her legs, sending an exciting shiver coursing through her. Laura's hand slipped between her thighs, moving with no conscious thought as her body responded to her increasing arousal. She closed her eyes and lowered the book to one side, losing herself in sensations. She was aware of the sun on every inch of her body and spread her legs wider, inviting the warm light to reach her most intimate parts. Her hands stroked her swollen nipples, grazing the moist heat between her thighs while her mind replayed the scene she'd just read, extending it and placing herself in the centre of the action. Imagined hands caressed every inch of her body, her fingers recreating the urgent touch of multiple lovers. <br /><br />Her arousal built with her fantasy and she was about to start the final rush towards the inevitable happy ending when something searingly cold dropped onto her stomach.<br /><br />"Balls. Sorry" an embarrassed David blurted out as Laura's eyes opened with shock.<br /><br />"I knew you were sunbathing and thought you might like an ice cream but when I got here I... didn't want to disturb you"<br /><br />"So you just watched?" She shouted, angry and embarrassed at the same time whilst trying to cover herself from view.<br /><br />"I couldn't help myself. You looked so good and were clearly enjoying yourself. I should have left but I was, um, captivated" He shifted awkwardly, unable to hide the obvious bulge in the front of his shorts.<br /><br />"So I see" Laura said, making David blush.<br /><br />"Why are you here anyway, you're supposed to be out with Mary aren't you?" Her tone angry more than embarrassed now.<br /><br /><br />"We were supposed to be having a picnic but she had a better offer and cancelled on me, so I came home instead. Would you like the ice cream?" <br /><br />David held the cone out in front of him whilst trying desperately to keep eye contact but failing miserably. Although the three of them shared a house it was the first time he'd seen Laura less than fully clothed and he drank in the view, filing the memory for future use. He was acutely aware of her nakedness and the throbbing need it had awoken in him whilst trying to ignore both. Laura grabbed her Sarong and slipped it on, restoring a little of her composure in the process. <br /><br />"Thanks" Laura said, taking the cone from his hand, trying to ignore the embarrassment she felt at having been caught masturbating like a teenager. She licked at the melting ice cream, her tongue twirling around the cone to catch the drips that were creeping over the edge and licking the already melted cream from her fingers. David watched spellbound as she sucked her fingers clean, his swollen cock starting to ache with arousal. Laura caught his open mouthed stare and saw from his obvious erection that he was enjoying the show. <br /><br />Still aroused from her own touch and the scenes she'd been reading, Laura decided to play along and see how he reacted. She ran a finger around the ice cream, building a creamy covering on it before lifting it to her mouth and slowly licking it off. David stared stupidly, following her finger, his own ice cream forgotten and slowly melting, sending rivulets of molten cream down the cone and over his hands. His free hand pressed unbidden against his arousal through the fabric of his shorts, rubbing himself unselfconsciously. A wicked grin filled Laura's face, her embarrassed anger forgotten and replaced by lust.<br /><br />"You know" she said "You've seen me naked and masturbating already so I think it's your turn now, don't you?"<br /><br /><br />David started, instantly coming back from his imagination where it hadn't been her fingers that Laura was sucking.<br /><br /><br />"Tell you what" He said "Take that Sarong off again and you're on. Just don't stop what you're doing with that cone."<br /><br /><br />"What, this?" She said somehow wriggling out of the material and letting it pool around her feet. Looking him in the eyes she ran her tongue slowly up the length of a cream covered finger before easing it into her mouth and sucking it clean.<br /><br />David didn't answer but used his free hand to undo the button of his shorts and awkwardly ease the fly down until they fell in a heap at his ankles, letting his erection spring free. The buttons on his shirt took seconds to undo and it soon joined his shorts on the floor.<br /><br />"Hmm" Laura said, a hungry look in her eyes "I spy something far tastier than my fingers. Let's see now. How does this feel?"<br /><br />She dropped to her knees in front of him. Without pausing she pressed the ice cream up against the underside of his cock making David gasp. She slid the cone along his shaft, swirling it on the end as if chalking a cue. Sensations raced through David. The cold of the ice cream against his hot, throbbing cock was unbelievably intense, perilously close to pain rather than pleasure. He was about to brush the ice away when Laura's mouth engulfed the tip of his cock, replacing cold with soft heat. The transition was exquisite and David gasped at the shock as her lips descended along his shaft, pleasure replacing searing cold as he sank deeper into her mouth. Only when her nose pressed against his tightly curled hairs did she stop. He felt her tongue curling around him as she eased back along his cock, the air seemed cold after the heat of her mouth and he sighed with pleasure. Laura's tongue lapped at the trickle of precum on the tip of his erection before engulfing its head and slowly taking him deep inside her once again. David's eyes closed in pleasure as the flood of sensations from his groin obliterated any conscious thought. Unseen, Laura lifted the cone between his legs and pressed the achingly cold ice against the underside of his smooth balls. David's eyes flicked wide open as contrasting temperatures from his cock and balls fought for dominance. He teetered on the knife edge between pleasure and pain. Laura's mouth and tongue provided the necessary balance and she held the ice cream firmly in place whilst rocking her mouth along his shaft until the sensations overwhelmed him. David felt his balls tighten even more than the cold required and looked down to find Laura's eyes locked on his. His cock pulsed once, twice a third time as it emptied the contents of his cold abused balls into Laura's mouth. She held still, sucking him dry before very deliberately easing her mouth away from him lapping the last drops with her tongue before standing up. She opened her mouth, showing him the cum pooled on her tongue before leaning in and kissing him on the lips. Laura expected him to pull away in disgust but instead he opened his mouth and their tongues met, his juices coating both of their mouths in a long lingering kiss.<br /><br />After what seemed an eternity, David pulled back.<br /><br />"I believe it's your turn now" He said "lie down"<br /><br />Laura smiled and lowered herself to the ground, the grass prickling against her back as she gazed up at his slowly softening flesh. David lifted the cone he somehow still held, the remnants of ice cream dripping down the sides of the wafer and coating his fingers. Holding it above her he let the warming drips of cream drip onto Laura's body leaving a line of sweet white drops across her breasts, belly and thighs. David watched entranced as molten ice cream dribbled over her smooth mound and left tracks beside the glistening pink lips of her pussy. Dropping to his knees between her parted legs he leant forward and licked the creamy coating from one breast. Laura smiled as her nipple responded instantly, demanding further attention. Opening his mouth wide he centred it on the cream covered nipple and pressed his lips around it. Using his tongue to play with her nipple, David sucked and was rewarded with a gasp from Laura. Applying a little pressure with his teeth the gasp changed to a low groan and her legs squeezed his sides. Shifting his focus to her other breast he slipped his hand between her legs and slowly stroked the ice cream covered flesh around her pussy.<br /><br /><br />Kneeling, David gazed into Laura’s eyes and smiled as he brought his fingers to his mouth and with deliberate slow movements licked them clean. Laura’s eyes were hungry and David didn’t hesitate any longer. Shuffling backwards he leant over Laura and began licking and kissing the trail of molten ice cream from her breasts down. She wriggled beneath his touch, pressing her legs tighter around him. As David reached the soft skin at the junction of her thighs he slowed, making his licks slow and firm, like a cat cleaning a bowl of cream. His tongue licked the inside of one thigh, mere millimetres from the source of the intoxicating scent of her arousal. David teased her, licking the cream from every part of her except the one place she ached for him to reach. She squirmed, trying to guide him there. <br /><br /><br />Finally, he relented and made one slow lick along the full length of her damp lips. Laura let out a satisfied sigh and spread her legs wide, granting him better access. David placed his hands on her thighs, ensuring he could keep them parted and began to focus on her pussy. From the first taste he knew he was addicted. Whether it was the ice cream, her natural juices or a combination of the two, she tasted divine and he liked, probed and devoured her with increasing intensity. As he licked Laura bucked and writhed beneath him, squeezing her legs together and arching her back to try and deny or grant access. David continued unabated, relishing the way she responded to his tongue. The squeals and sighs she made in concert with the involuntary spasms of her thighs telegraphed her increasing arousal until he sensed she was close to a climax. Her breathing was becoming more laboured now and he focussed solely on her clit, using his teeth to graze it one minute, licking or sucking it the next until she screamed in climax. Laura’s legs clamped tight around him, pinning him in place as she bucked against his mouth.<br /><br /><br />David withdrew his tongue and, as Laura’s climax subsided, his breath on her over sensitized clit caused ripples of pleasure to pass through her with each exhale. Eventually he raised himself over her leg, kissed her softly on the lips then lay on the ground beside her. Laura rolled over, stretching one leg over his as she snuggled contentedly against him, basking in the warm sun.<br /><br />shotoferoticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04074838699561081518noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935266603133950099.post-73368152654330404372015-12-18T15:34:00.002+00:002015-12-18T15:34:51.587+00:00A Ride on the Night Bus<div class="MsoNormal">
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the aisle, stepping carefully to match the swaying motion of the coach as it
sped along the dark motorway and to avoid disturbing the sleeping passengers.
He beamed a welcoming smile at her as she came closer and slid towards the
window leaving a space for her to sit beside him. They whispered in
conspiratorial tones, flirting and giggling in near silence save for the hum of
tyres on tarmac and the occasional snore from somewhere nearby. As they
chatted, he idly stroked her leg. His touch on the exposed flesh above her knee
sent electric ripples of sensation through her and each stroke of his hand
aroused her a little more. She could feel nervous butterflies taking flight in
her stomach and a growing warmth between her thighs as she lost herself in his
eyes and they spoke easily about nothing in particular. His hand began to stray
further from her knee, easing beneath the hem of her skirt and across her
smooth, soft thigh. She placed her hand on his leg and his froze instantly,
waiting to see whether she wanted him to stop or not. The answer was immediate,
her hand continued along his leg and into his crotch, her palm stroking the
bulge she could feel through the fabric of his trousers and detecting the
almost instant swelling she triggered. His hand moved rapidly along the last
few inches of her leg and was soon stroking the neatly trimmed hair that his
fingers encountered. If he was shocked by her lack of underwear he hid it well,
tracing lazy spirals through the short curls of hair. They kissed tentatively
at first but rapidly intensifying, tongues meeting and duelling as their hands
explored each other.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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seat, parting her legs as wide as she could, welcoming his touch and his
probing fingers. He wasted no time and was soon touching the smooth, slick
entrance to her pussy. The extent of her arousal was obvious to his touch and
his practiced fingers parted the wet flesh as he buried his finger deep inside
her. His finger pistoned smoothly in and out as his thumb pressed against her
swollen clit causing waves of pleasure to race through her in time to his
motion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">Determined not to be
outdone, she teased the buttons of his fly open and her hand wrapped itself
around his engorged cock as it sprang free of the fabric. It felt hard in her
hand, closer to a hot steel rod than living flesh and she longed to feel it
inside her. She stopped the kiss and buried her face in his neck, nipping it
with her teeth before lifting her lips to his ear and whispering a barely
audible "Fuck me, now".<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">"Are you
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she reached for his belt and released the buckle, followed by the only remaining
button holding his jeans in place. He lifted himself up from the seat and
smoothly tugged his jeans down, leaving them gathered around his ankles. The
coarse nylon seat would normally be irritating against his backside but he
barely noticed. She stood, quickly glancing around to check that everyone was
still asleep and noticed her friend's curious look. Grinning, she gave her a
quick thumbs up before turning to face him. He'd moved to the centre of the
seat, making space for her to climb on top. She looked down, admiring the view
of his cock briefly before straddling him and slowly lowering herself onto his
swollen shaft. She revelled in the sensation as she took his rigid organ inside
until finally she felt the rough hair of his balls press against her. She could
feel the throb of the engine and wheels vibrating through him as she rode his
cock as quietly as she could within the confines of the seat. The thrill of
being in such a public place combined with the motion of the coach caused her
arousal to build rapidly and she felt her orgasm growing. A moan escaped her
mouth and he clamped a hand over it to remind her to be quiet. She ground
herself onto him in time to the limited thrusts he could make in the restricted
space. Her thighs began to tremble as a first ripple of ecstasy coursed through
her and she clenched tightly around him whilst continuing to writhe on top.
Sensations filled his mind as her hot pussy grabbed his cock tightly as if it
concealed a third hand and drove him over the edge of control. His balls
tightened and he felt his shaft swell impossibly, almost uncomfortably, before
it spasmed violently, filling her with his hot cum. He buried his face in her
neck to avoid any noise and clenched every muscle as she rode the last pulses inside
her, slowly coming to a stop.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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for a while, the vibrations of the coach washing through their satisfied bodies
as he slowly deflated inside her, their juices pooling in his seat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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saw the man behind look at her. He winked and closed his eyes again, returning
to sleep. She stood, kissed her temporary lover on the lips then walked back up
the aisle to her friend, all the time aware of his cum oozing down her thigh
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shotoferoticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04074838699561081518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935266603133950099.post-347346552242114562015-12-14T20:36:00.001+00:002015-12-14T20:36:46.959+00:00How long does it need to be?<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">No, not that! We all
know that is an impossible question to answer but it did get your attention.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">I mean, how long
should erotic stories be? To my mind, erotica has to be short. If a story is
too long it becomes romance with erotic elements rather than erotica. I
consider that a good thing, after all, erotica is, or should be, so steamy and
arousing that after any more than 4000 words you will be aroused to the point
where you can't concentrate on reading and need a break. That's certainly how I
try to write and it's why I have no intention of writing anything longer than a
short story in the erotic genre. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">I love the excitement
and the roller-coaster like pace of flash fiction or short stories and perhaps
more importantly, the immediacy of it. As a writer it is probably lazy of me
because I don't need to create a decent lead in or create any kind of
consequences. I don't even need to worry about character development or justify
any of the character's actions. You could say it's the perfect one night stand of
the story world, a snapshot into the lives of the protagonists rather than a
fully developed story and really that's all I'm trying to create.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">One aspect I do take
time over is the physical attributes of the characters in my stories. I think
it is very important that authors should not copy the mistake of our mass media
culture by espousing perfect figures. How many times have you read a book that
featured the perfectly toned billionaire male being won over by a coquettish
young woman who is slim, pert and perfect? Is that you? Then you're lucky. For
the most part, readers (i.e. us) are not the perfect physical specimens
portrayed in movies and magazines nor should we aspire to be. It is very
important that we learn to be happy in our own skin and not to judge either our
happiness or that of anyone else by their physical appearance alone. As a
writer it is definitely possible to avoid the age old cliches and to allow our
creations to be 'normal'. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">I'll hold my hands up
here and say that it's very easy for me to be righteous about this. After all I
only write short stories and I don't have to worry about fleshing out my
characters. Of course in reality writers never have to flesh out their bodies,
that should only ever happen in the reader's mind. Writers lead the imagination
and provide triggers for the reader but don't need to provide complete
descriptions in infinite detail. Don't believe me? read Stephen King's book
"On Writing". He really does know a few things about creating fiction
and has some superb examples in it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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something, think about the physical attributes that the writer has used. Are
they pushing a perfect physical specimen or are they leaving it to your
imagination? It's up to you as a reader to decide if you are happy to be spoon
fed the same old stereotypes or to seek out writers who let you use your
imagination and create characters closer to you and me. The choice is yours,
vote with your eyes and your fingers but I know which way I'm going to go.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I waited nervously in the room. The surfeit of adrenaline that filled my
body was causing my pulse to race and my hands to feel clammy. She always had
this effect on me, every time we met like this I was nervous and excited in
roughly equal measure but I knew that the minute I opened the door and saw her
standing there all my worries would evaporate and I’d be left riding a tidal
wave of passionate lust.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">Time dragged as I
paced the room, flitting between the door and window as I waited, hoping to see
her walk across the car park or hear the nervous knock at the door that would
mean she’d arrived. My phone buzzed and I paused to check the message; It simply
read ‘Just parking. x’ but it sent my heart cartwheeling around my chest and a
squadron of butterflies to take to the wing deep in my stomach. Grabbing the
room key I darted into the corridor, eager to catch her before she left her
car. I practically jumped down the stairs, taking two or three at a time in my
haste to reach the doors and the outside world.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">The sunshine was
spectacularly bright, causing me to blink furiously as I waited for my eyes to
adjust to the sudden intensity but I kept walking along the path towards the
car park, drawn by an irresistible force that urged me on. I rounded the corner
of the building and saw the wide expanse of tarmac full of vehicles. I looked
for hers, trying to see if I’d I been quick enough to catch her. Then I saw
her, getting out of the low slung sports car that she loved to drive fast. She
must have sensed me because she turned at that precise moment and saw me coming
towards her. I watched her face light up with sheer delight and felt my heart
soar in response. My face was displaying an equally ecstatic grin as I loped
across the hot ribbon of asphalt to reach her. Each step closer caused a
growing tension in my jeans and I knew suddenly that today we weren’t going to
make it to the room before consummating our mutual needs. I had to have her,
here and now.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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her I could feel my fully engorged cock straining against the denim, trying to
fight its way to freedom by sheer force alone. Wrapping my arms around her I
inhaled the delicate scent of her perfume as she buried her face against my
neck. She felt so good pressed against me, I didn’t want the moment to ever
end. I felt her pull away from me slightly and looked down to find myself
gazing into her upturned face. We grinned, a wicked, hungry smile at each other
before leaning in and losing ourselves in a kiss of such intensity that we
didn’t notice the car beside us had driven away until we surfaced for air. I
pulled her back into a kiss and as our tongues entwined her hand pressed
against the front of my jeans and slowly rubbed her palm along the length of my
cock through the taut material.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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firm embrace I took her hand in mine and stepped away from the car, heading for
the gardens. Wanting, needing more than a kiss I didn’t stop, heading deeper
into the undergrowth towards a secluded spot we’d discovered on our last visit.
Less than a minute later we ducked under a low hanging rhododendron branch and
into the cool dark void hidden inside the shrub.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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other and kissed again. Our tongues battled as our hands explored each other's
bodies. I caressed the smooth skin of her legs as my hands moved up beneath her
skirt, feeling goosebumps pucker her delicious flesh beneath my touch,
savouring the perfect smooth inner thighs as I sought the evidence of her
arousal. I felt the heat radiating from her pussy before my fingers met the
dripping flesh and I smiled as her juices coated my finger tips. I teased her
momentarily, just grazing her sodden flesh before plunging my index finger
inside her, eliciting a gasp from her. The moist heat was intoxicating and I
needed to feel her wrapped around me very soon.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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hands started to explore, teasing my belt free of the buckle and popping the
buttons of my fly in rapid, staccato succession. She pushed the jeans down just
far enough to pass the curve of my buttock and they fell in a heap around my
ankles. Free from the chore of undoing buttons, her busy hands started to play,
one raking my buttocks with nails while the other wrapped itself around my
swollen shaft and began to stroke slowly but determinedly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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hers I gazed into her eyes, pulled my hand from between her thighs and brought
it up to my mouth before sampling her delicious juices from my finger. The
taste was intoxicating and amplified my need. Stepping between her parted feet
I placed my hands on the backs of her thighs just below her buttocks and lifted
her off the ground. Her eyes widened in surprise but her legs instinctively
wrapped themselves around my waist as I filled her with my cock. She felt
amazing as I buried myself deep inside her. Grasping her buttocks I matched the
thrusts that her thighs were driving and we moved as one entity, thrusting and
grinding against each other as we fucked hard and fast. I felt the growing
tremor in her thighs and the pulse of her pussy around me as she came, her face
buried in my neck in an attempt to minimise the volume of her cries. Her teeth
grazed my neck and I felt my balls clench tight as they prepared to eject their
contents. My cock swelled unimaginably, almost painfully before my orgasm
ripped through me and I felt it convulse once, twice a third time as her pussy
clenched around me, milking the creamy liquid from me and causing my legs to
tremble with a combination of pleasure and exertion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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shotoferoticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04074838699561081518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935266603133950099.post-26019094758502234292015-11-30T21:02:00.001+00:002015-12-14T19:59:51.166+00:00A Handful of Fun<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
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transfixed, afraid to breathe in case I made a noise that disturbed the scene
before me. She lay naked on the bed, lost in her own world as she caressed
herself. The voyeuristic thrill I felt surprised me as my eyes soaked up every
detail and followed the motion of her hands as they moved across her delectable
curves. Despite the fact we'd been married for years it felt somehow wrong to
watch her pleasure herself. It was something I'd never witnessed before and it
had my pulse pounding and my groin throbbing within seconds.</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I watched as she rubbed her breasts, stroking them with a circular motion that
caused her nipples to swell visibly, flushing the deep pink that I knew so
well. A strange jealousy filled me, I wanted it to be my hands caressing her,
and feel her body respond to my touch. I could almost feel the weight of her
breasts in my hands as my imagination supplemented the information from my
eyes. My body responded instantly to the sight of her increasing arousal and I
felt my cock start to swell in anticipation. The urge to disturb her and join
in was hard to resist but I was enjoying the sight too much to interrupt the
very intimate scene unfolding before me. She teased her nipples, running the
palms of her hands over them before pinching them hard between her fingers,
causing her back to arch and her head to turn in my direction. I froze,
expecting her to see me but her eyes were closed and she seemed oblivious to my
presence. My gaze followed her right hand as it strayed across her stomach,
lazily tracing the fine silvery stretch marks that she'd worn with pride since
carrying our son. I held my breath as her hand disappeared between her thighs
and heard the soft sigh escape her lips as her fingers reached their
destination. I imagined the warm, slick wetness that they encountered and
tightened my grip a fraction as if mimicking the sensation.<br />
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Acutely aware of my own arousal, I stayed silent and curled my fingers around
my shaft, moving my hand slowly and barely grazing the skin. I stroked my cock
in time to the motion of her hands not wanting to achieve climax any time soon
but relishing the feeling of my hand around it. On the bed, she raised her
knees as her finger probed deeper. I wanted to move inside the room, to watch
as she pleasured herself, to learn from her but from my vantage point in the
door I could only listen to the sound of wet flesh and see the almost pained
expressions of pleasure cross her face.<br />
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Her fingers increased their pace and her thighs clamped involuntarily around
her hand, back arching gracefully as she pinched her nipple hard. The breath
was coming harder and faster now and I could see the tell-tale pink blush
spreading from her cheeks to her shoulders as she neared climax. I continued to
stroke my cock gently, each touch sending an electric current racing through me
which felt incredible but I knew I needed something more, and soon. A sigh
escaped her lips as the first pre-orgasmic ripple rolled through her. I watched
intently, curious to see if she’d stay at that level, riding the small waves of
pleasure that I knew she loved me giving her with my tongue or if she’d go for
a bigger climax. She began to move her hand rapidly and I had my answer,
rubbing her clit at a frenetic pace far faster than I’d be comfortable with
before slowing and plunging her fingers inside her wet pussy, causing her
thighs to clench as she bucked her hips against her hand, each change in pace
eliciting another sigh and bringing a fresh blush to her cheeks. She alternated
between the two motions with increasing vigour, my own pace mirrored hers until
a spasm wracked her body and I froze, holding my breath as she cried out I saw
her back arch clear of the bed, the muscles of her arms and legs squeezing hard
as a bigger climax filled her. She paused momentarily, riding the wave and
waiting for it to subside so she could continue.<br />
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Her hand resumed a slow caressing motion and my gaze crept up to her face. Her
eyes were wide open and she was looking at me, smiling.<br />
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"I'd ask how long you've been there, but from what I can see, you've have
been there a while" She said, "Why don't you come in so we can both
get a better look"<br />
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"I enjoyed that" I said<br />
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I walked in and stood beside the bed, looking down on her hungrily. I was
tempted to slip between her legs and bury myself deep inside her as I normally
would, but this was something different, something we hadn't done before and I
was curious to see where it would go. She looked up at me and smiled before
spreading her legs wide and continuing to play. My gaze was drawn to her hand
and I watched as she used two fingers to spread the entrance to her deliciously
inviting pussy open while the middle one rubbed her clit. I stroked my cock as
I watched her fingers move, rubbing and dipping into her sodden flesh.<br />
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"Why have I never watched you do this before?" I asked<br />
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"I don't know." she said "But I love watching you stroke your
cock. I want to watch you cum"<br />
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"That" I said "Shouldn't be too difficult to arrange"<br />
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I could feel her gaze focus on my groin as I switched hands to give her a
better view of my fingers sliding along the swollen shaft. Knowing she was
watching so intently was a huge turn on and I could feel my balls tightening as
my cock swelled so hard it felt like hot steel against my palm. Her fingers
continued to play. The soft wet sound as she rubbed her clit interspersed with
the occasional slap of skin on skin as she plunged her finger inside was
intoxicating. When she pulled her hand away and licked the glistening juices
from her fingers it was more than I could stand and I became aware of my cock
beginning to throb, each stroke making it feel more sensitive in my hand. I
closed my eyes, unable to focus on anything but the ecstasy radiating outwards
from every movement.<br />
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A familiar feeling was building inside me, the pressure of an impending orgasm
made my balls ache and feel over-full as they squeezed tightly against me,
readying themselves to be emptied. The pressure was unstoppable now and a wave
of cool pleasure filled me, hairs standing up on end, my stroke faltered as
every muscle tensed in anticipation. I opened my eyes as a streamer of hot
white ejaculate sprayed from the tip of my cock, falling carelessly over her
stomach. I kept stroking, slow, deliberate motions that sent electric current
racing through me as I milked more of my sticky cum from my now over sensitised
dick. Each spurt of fluid painted a fresh line over her, creating pale streams
across the landscape of her body from the swollen buds of her nipples to the
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She looked up at me, a big grin on her face as I bent over to kiss her lips.
Her arms and legs wrapped around me and she pulled me down onto her. I
felt my rapidly cooling cum squishing between us as our bodies entwined.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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“we're both messy now” She said with a wink<br />
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I tried to give her a stern look, and reprimand her but I failed miserably and
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Goodreads: </span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20451555-a-taste-of-erotica" style="font-family: calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">A Taste of Erotica (Goodreads)</a></span><br />
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shotoferoticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04074838699561081518noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935266603133950099.post-24123853485871613132015-11-24T21:32:00.001+00:002015-12-14T20:00:48.552+00:00Introduction<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">I have been writing
short stories on and off for the last 5 years. Most have never seen the light
of day, some have been terrible and some I've been pleased with. I have
experimented with different genres and styles and I suspect I always will
although there are two I keep returning to, science fiction and erotica.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">Almost two years ago now I finally realised a long held ambition
and published a collection of short stories. It was only in electronic format
but it was available to anyone with an e-reader. I was really pleased with my
efforts at getting that far and with the resulting publication but somehow I
lost my momentum and my writing faltered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">The writing bug appears to have bitten again and I'm starting to
string words together once more. Whilst it's not yet a torrent of words, ideas
and sentences are forming and beginning to coalesce into coherent passages.
Because of this I<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><u>h</u>ave
refreshed my blog, given it a new address and deleted most of the old content.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">So what am I going to write? For now I'll be sticking to my
favourite subject, sex. It will also be exclusively short stories, I love
their immediacy and the lack of superfluous detail. I like to think that my
short stories are to erotica what an espresso is to coffee: short, full of
stimulation and super concentrated.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">If you like what you read or even if you don't, let me know.
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">The view from the
balcony was always interesting. The city’s parks were just visible in the
distance providing a backdrop of bright spring greens between buildings. Even
the ever present sound of the bustling city was subdued from this height. As I
stood, drinking coffee and watching people milling around like colourful ants,
I cast an eye over the other buildings around me. The towering glass structure
nearest had only recently opened and it was still a novelty to see lights on in
the windows though most of the building was currently dark.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">A flicker in the
corner of my eye caught my attention as a light came on in one of the rooms
opposite. It was in one of the new apartments that contained little furniture
besides a large leather sofa, a huge plasma TV and a massive four poster bed
that looked very out of place in such a modern building. I was beginning to
wonder why the lights had come on when the door opened and a couple walked in.
He was wearing a suit and she was wearing a short, brightly coloured dress that
left little to the imagination even from this distance. Unable or unwilling to
look away I watched as she stopped in the middle of the room while he walked
around her, inspecting her the way a mechanic would a new car. He said
something and she released the fastenings on her dress, letting it fall to the
floor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">I felt a guilty thrill
as I watched her step out of the dress and stand beside it, naked, while he
picked it up and laid it neatly on the sofa. Taking something from his jacket
pocket he approached her and reached up to stroke her cheek affectionately. He
fastened the object, clearly a necklace of some kind around her neck and
stepped back allowing me a clear view. I admired her body through the window,
as she stood subserviently, dressed in nothing but the black collar he’d given
her. I felt my body betraying excitement at viewing the illicit scene but I
stayed still, letting the action unfold before me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">He led her through to
the bedroom where she climbed onto the bed and lay on her back in the centre of
the mattress, arms and legs outstretched towards the bed posts. Transfixed I
watched as he opened a concealed door and took out a handful of silk scarves.
Laying them on the bed beside her with almost reverential care he proceeded to
tie them one at a time between her outstretched limbs and the posts. She lay,
silent and serene as he deftly tied her. In his hands he held a final scarf and
he kissed her tenderly on the lips before fastening it over her eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">Wondering what he
would do next I kept watching, my arousal growing as I spied guiltily on her
bound and helpless form. The man returned to his concealed cupboard and
extracted a small wooden box that he took over to the bed. Taking his time, I
assumed he was talking to her as he began to take objects from it. From my
distant vantage point I couldn’t make out the objects and I briefly considered
grabbing my binoculars to get a better view but I knew that if I moved they'd
see me and the spell would be broken.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">The man began to
massage her breasts, rubbing and squeezing them. I could see clearly what he
was doing as he pinched her nipple and pulled it, stretching her breast
upwards. As he released it his other hand reached in and applied something
metallic that I guessed had to be a clamp. Her back arched at the sensation as
he squeezed and tugged on it, checking it was firmly fixed in place before
repeating the process with her other nipple.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">I maintained my
position but began to rub my stirring cock through my trousers, enjoying the
show. The next object he extracted from the box was clearly identifiable, a
large purple vibrator. He fiddled with it, adjusting the settings until he
found one that he was happy with and began to run it over her body. Starting at
her neck, he moved the tip of the toy across her body, making her muscles tense
so that she visibly pulled against her bindings. Working methodically, he
worked down her body, circling her breasts with measured care before removing
the clamps and applying the vibrating tip to her sensitised nipples, amplifying
the sensations as blood flowed back into the tender flesh. Her back arched as
intense sensations shot through her like a bolt of electricity.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">The toy continued
moving down until it reached the smooth flesh just above her thighs. He seemed
to hesitate, bypassing the obvious target of her pussy, teasing and tickling
her thighs instead. I smiled as she squirmed, pulling the scarves tight as she
tried to wriggle away from his touch but failing. When he finally applied the
toy to the slick entrance of her pussy I could almost hear her cry out as her
thighs tried in vain to clamp tight around the purple shaft. He’d tied the
scarves well and they held her legs immobile. She had no way of physically
stopping him as he manoeuvred the toy until it slipped easily into her. With
the toy ceaselessly vibrating inside her he stood up, kissed her on the lips
and left the room. I watched, impressed at his discipline as he sat on the sofa
and switched on the TV, leaving her writhing around the toy on the bed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">Turning from the
cityscape I entered my apartment and went into the bedroom. Throwing open the
curtains I flooded the room with bright light.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“You’ll never believe
what I’ve just seen happening across the road, Kitten. It’s given me a few
ideas and I’ll tell you all about it once I’ve released those bindings”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Goodreads: </span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20451555-a-taste-of-erotica" style="font-family: calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">A Taste of Erotica (Goodreads)</a><br />
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shotoferoticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04074838699561081518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935266603133950099.post-25940337889104812022015-11-23T20:16:00.003+00:002015-11-23T20:26:21.940+00:00A Dominant start<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">A heady mixture of
nerves and anticipation filled me as I walked towards the front door and
reached for the doorbell. A distant chime rang out and I saw the hall light
come on. I waited patiently, controlling my breathing as my heartbeat increased
with each footstep I could hear approaching. The door opened and I was met with
a broad smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“Hello Cam. It’s been
far too long” She said, a subtle hint of Northern regions colouring the words
“You’d better come in”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">I stepped inside and
she softly closed the door behind me. I took a moment to appraise her, taking
in the heels, stockings and simple yet elegant dress before enveloping her in
my arms and kissing her as if it were my last. The kiss held for an eternity,
it was our first for a long time and took my breath away awakening senses my
body had forgotten existed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“Evening kitten, it’s
good to be back, that food smells delicious. Is it ready yet?” I asked<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“No Sir” She said
slipping instantly back to familiar ground “it will be another 20 minutes”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“20 minutes… I wonder
how we can fill that”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">I grinned broadly
before pressing her back to the wall and kissing her again, this time with an
added intensity. Our hands met and fingers entwined themselves briefly before I
raised her arms above her head and grasped her wrists firmly in one hand,
pinning her to the wall. My free hand explored her body, grasping her
splendidly firm arse roughly then running a finger nail up the side of her
dress and squeezing her boob. I felt her nipple harden against my palm through
the thin linen of the dress.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“No underwear. Good
girl, I approve”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">She smiled at me, her
beautiful face lit up and the twinkle in her eye drove the last hint of nerves
from me. My body responded instantly and I felt adrenaline surging through my
body driving the last vestiges of travel induced weariness from me and my blood
pressure rising. Keeping her hands pinned to the wall I found the zip on
her dress and slowly moved it downwards, gazing into her eyes as I did. Her
eyes darted nervously to the front door, it was part glazed and anyone coming
to the door now would see us. The zip continued down until the material parted
cleanly and fell open revealing her naked glory. Blood surged to my groin as I
surveyed the delectable flesh that was mine to use as I saw fit. I released her
hands and helped the dress to fall around her feet. Dressed only in stockings
and heels Anne looked delicious and I was famished.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">I took off my tie and
wrapped it around one of her wrists then spun her slowly around so her arm was
behind her and brought the other wrist to join it, binding them together gently
but securely with the smooth silk.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“You looked away while
I was undressing you. That’s rude and we don’t allow that sort of behaviour, do
we?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“No Sir, but I was
concerned that someone would see...” she said<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“That is my concern,
not yours. When I am with you, I am the only thing that matters. You look me in
the eyes and don’t concern yourself with anyone else. I can see you need a
reminder”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">Taking the free end of
the tie I passed it between her thighs and pulled it upwards. The material pressed
against her exposed pussy, finding its way between her pink fleshy lips as I
tugged on it and pulling her wrists tight against her arse. I led her along the
hallway using the tie as a guide, keeping it taught so it applied pressure to
her clit as she walked. She looked nervous, I knew she didn’t like pain and
didn’t enjoy being punished but the fear was combating arousal from being bound
and the pressure on her clit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">The dining table was
set for an intimate meal at one end but the rest was empty. Leading her to the
table I eased the pressure on the tie and swapped hands, taking it from between
her legs and slipping it off of one wrist.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“Lay across the table
and spread your feet wide apart”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">She didn’t question or
protest and lay as instructed. I heard her gasp as her stomach and breasts
pressed against the cold polished wood. Looping the tie around the table leg I
bound her wrists again. She was now captive tied face down on the table with
her head just reaching over one side and her perfect arse displayed beautifully
on the other. Perfect.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">I ran my hand across
her back, feeling the tension in her muscles as she waited to see what I would
do. She shivered as I traced the length of her spine, goosebumps racing down
her arms and legs until I reached the smooth round flesh of her buttocks.
Caressing them gently I squeezed them, enjoying the warm flesh in my hand
before lifting my hand then slapping one cheek. She gasped as I struck again on
the other cheek enjoying the sting of my palm and the ripple passing through
her flesh as I spanked her. Something in the corner of my eye caught my
attention and I paused, mid strike.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“Oh, now that looks
interesting” I said, aware that she couldn’t see what I was looking at but not
about to tell her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">Sat on top of the
piano in the corner was a riding crop. I picked it up and took a gentle swipe
into my palm, testing the sensation. Standing behind her legs once more I
touched the tip of the crop to her thigh and ran it across her flesh, enjoying
watching her muscles tense as the leather pressed against her thighs and
buttocks. I swiped it gently at first, enjoying the red line that briefly
appeared on the pale flesh in response to the touch as much as the shocked yelp
it elicited. The crop traced a line from her knee and up her inner thigh,
slowly but not stopping until it was pressed against her pussy. It was tempting
to hit it and see her reaction but just knowing it was there and that I could
do it was enough for now.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“Now kitten, what will
you remember to do next time?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“Focus on you and only
you, Sir”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“Good girl”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">I walked around the
table to stand by her head, unzipping my fly as I went and letting my cock
spring free of the confined clothing. The sight of her nearly naked body bent
over the table before me had left me fully engorged and my balls aching for
release. I teased her buttock with the crop and she lifted her head to gasp,
finding the swollen purple tip just inches from her open mouth as I thrust
forward, filling it instantly. Her mouth was hot and her tongue adept at
teasing my shaft as I used her mouth. Each swat of the crop on her buttocks
caused a fresh gasp of hot air to escape her full mouth. The sensation of
rushing hot air across my most sensitive flesh was exquisite and I struggled to
control the pleasure filling my senses and to resist the urge to hit her more
with the crop for the effect it had on me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">She sucked hard as I
thrust into her mouth and I felt my balls tighten inexorably and the muscular
tensing deep within me that was a precursor to orgasm. My thrusting stopped and
my hands stilled as I let her tongue and the suction of her mouth finish me
off. I leant on the table for support, bracing my arms either side of her. My
buttocks clenched and my throbbing cock exploded inside her, pulsing again and
again as she sucked and swallowed the contents of my aching balls, her tongue
caressing the tip between spasms, cleaning it of the creamy fluid as it leaked
from me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">Removing the tie I
released her arms and softly massaged her buttocks, kissing the red marks I’d
left on her skin. Before pulling her upright and wrapping her I my arms,
showering her lips and face with kisses.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“You are such a good
girl kitten. Now that I’ve had my appetiser I think it must be time for food,
although I have a specific dessert in mind for later…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">A heady mixture of
nerves and anticipation filled me as I walked towards the front door and
reached for the doorbell. A distant chime rang out and I saw the hall light
come on. I waited patiently, controlling my breathing as my heartbeat increased
with each footstep I could hear approaching. The door opened and I was met with
a broad smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“Hello Cam. It’s been
far too long” She said, a subtle hint of Northern regions colouring the words
“You’d better come in”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">I stepped inside and
she softly closed the door behind me. I took a moment to appraise her, taking
in the heels, stockings and simple yet elegant dress before enveloping her in
my arms and kissing her as if it were my last. The kiss held for an eternity,
it was our first for a long time and took my breath away awakening senses my
body had forgotten existed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“Evening kitten, it’s
good to be back, that food smells delicious. Is it ready yet?” I asked<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“No Sir” She said
slipping instantly back to familiar ground “it will be another 20 minutes”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“20 minutes… I wonder
how we can fill that”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">I grinned broadly
before pressing her back to the wall and kissing her again, this time with an
added intensity. Our hands met and fingers entwined themselves briefly before I
raised her arms above her head and grasped her wrists firmly in one hand,
pinning her to the wall. My free hand explored her body, grasping her
splendidly firm arse roughly then running a finger nail up the side of her
dress and squeezing her boob. I felt her nipple harden against my palm through
the thin linen of the dress.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“No underwear. Good
girl, I approve”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">She smiled at me, her
beautiful face lit up and the twinkle in her eye drove the last hint of nerves
from me. My body responded instantly and I felt adrenaline surging through my
body driving the last vestiges of travel induced weariness from me and my blood
pressure rising. Keeping her hands pinned to the wall I found the zip on
her dress and slowly moved it downwards, gazing into her eyes as I did. Her
eyes darted nervously to the front door, it was part glazed and anyone coming
to the door now would see us. The zip continued down until the material parted
cleanly and fell open revealing her naked glory. Blood surged to my groin as I
surveyed the delectable flesh that was mine to use as I saw fit. I released her
hands and helped the dress to fall around her feet. Dressed only in stockings
and heels Anne looked delicious and I was famished.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">I took off my tie and
wrapped it around one of her wrists then spun her slowly around so her arm was
behind her and brought the other wrist to join it, binding them together gently
but securely with the smooth silk.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“You looked away while
I was undressing you. That’s rude and we don’t allow that sort of behaviour, do
we?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“No Sir, but I was
concerned that someone would see...” she said<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“That is my concern,
not yours. When I am with you, I am the only thing that matters. You look me in
the eyes and don’t concern yourself with anyone else. I can see you need a
reminder”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">Taking the free end of
the tie I passed it between her thighs and pulled it upwards. The material pressed
against her exposed pussy, finding its way between her pink fleshy lips as I
tugged on it and pulling her wrists tight against her arse. I led her along the
hallway using the tie as a guide, keeping it taught so it applied pressure to
her clit as she walked. She looked nervous, I knew she didn’t like pain and
didn’t enjoy being punished but the fear was combating arousal from being bound
and the pressure on her clit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">The dining table was
set for an intimate meal at one end but the rest was empty. Leading her to the
table I eased the pressure on the tie and swapped hands, taking it from between
her legs and slipping it off of one wrist.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“Lay across the table
and spread your feet wide apart”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">She didn’t question or
protest and lay as instructed. I heard her gasp as her stomach and breasts
pressed against the cold polished wood. Looping the tie around the table leg I
bound her wrists again. She was now captive tied face down on the table with
her head just reaching over one side and her perfect arse displayed beautifully
on the other. Perfect.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">I ran my hand across
her back, feeling the tension in her muscles as she waited to see what I would
do. She shivered as I traced the length of her spine, goosebumps racing down
her arms and legs until I reached the smooth round flesh of her buttocks.
Caressing them gently I squeezed them, enjoying the warm flesh in my hand
before lifting my hand then slapping one cheek. She gasped as I struck again on
the other cheek enjoying the sting of my palm and the ripple passing through
her flesh as I spanked her. Something in the corner of my eye caught my
attention and I paused, mid strike.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“Oh, now that looks
interesting” I said, aware that she couldn’t see what I was looking at but not
about to tell her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">Sat on top of the
piano in the corner was a riding crop. I picked it up and took a gentle swipe
into my palm, testing the sensation. Standing behind her legs once more I
touched the tip of the crop to her thigh and ran it across her flesh, enjoying
watching her muscles tense as the leather pressed against her thighs and
buttocks. I swiped it gently at first, enjoying the red line that briefly
appeared on the pale flesh in response to the touch as much as the shocked yelp
it elicited. The crop traced a line from her knee and up her inner thigh,
slowly but not stopping until it was pressed against her pussy. It was tempting
to hit it and see her reaction but just knowing it was there and that I could
do it was enough for now.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“Now kitten, what will
you remember to do next time?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“Focus on you and only
you, Sir”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“Good girl”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">I walked around the
table to stand by her head, unzipping my fly as I went and letting my cock
spring free of the confined clothing. The sight of her nearly naked body bent
over the table before me had left me fully engorged and my balls aching for
release. I teased her buttock with the crop and she lifted her head to gasp,
finding the swollen purple tip just inches from her open mouth as I thrust
forward, filling it instantly. Her mouth was hot and her tongue adept at
teasing my shaft as I used her mouth. Each swat of the crop on her buttocks
caused a fresh gasp of hot air to escape her full mouth. The sensation of
rushing hot air across my most sensitive flesh was exquisite and I struggled to
control the pleasure filling my senses and to resist the urge to hit her more
with the crop for the effect it had on me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">She sucked hard as I
thrust into her mouth and I felt my balls tighten inexorably and the muscular
tensing deep within me that was a precursor to orgasm. My thrusting stopped and
my hands stilled as I let her tongue and the suction of her mouth finish me
off. I leant on the table for support, bracing my arms either side of her. My
buttocks clenched and my throbbing cock exploded inside her, pulsing again and
again as she sucked and swallowed the contents of my aching balls, her tongue
caressing the tip between spasms, cleaning it of the creamy fluid as it leaked
from me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">Removing the tie I
released her arms and softly massaged her buttocks, kissing the red marks I’d
left on her skin. Before pulling her upright and wrapping her I my arms,
showering her lips and face with kisses.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“You are such a good
girl kitten. Now that I’ve had my appetiser I think it must be time for food,
although I have a specific dessert in mind for later…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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shotoferoticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04074838699561081518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935266603133950099.post-733963179093300802015-11-23T20:13:00.000+00:002015-11-23T20:13:41.951+00:00Dirty fun<div dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-5e9d86c8-e6ef-63a8-1620-86fcc9ee5e48" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">The tyres on the old
Landrover thrummed noisily along the busy dual carriageway. Sally watched the
faces of the drivers passing them, enjoying their disgust and grinning to
herself. She knew that the car looked absurdly out of place on the busy road
because it was caked in mud from the previous days cross country fun. It showed
exactly what she'd been up to in it, or at least where she'd been; what she'd
been doing was an entirely different matter.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><br />
Her passenger today was the same as yesterday, her boyfriend Pete. She knew
that he was grinning too, the car had that effect on both of them. It wasn't
fast and handled like a barge but it had taken them on some great adventures
into the wildest corners of the country.<br />
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">"You know" He said "We really should clean this mud
off"<br />
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">"Why? I like it dirty" She replied smirking<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><br />
"I know" he grinned "but we're leaving a trail of mud and the
other drivers don't look happy". He pointed at the driver gesticulating as
he passed.<br />
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">"How is that my problem?" She asked<br />
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">"it's not, but I'd love to see if we can break the car
wash" He said "Besides, we need to cross that off our list"<br />
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">The car veered towards the verge as she turned to look at him.<br />
"Ooh, Interesting" she said "keep talking"<br />
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">He placed a hand on her knee, and began moving it upwards as he
spoke.<br />
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">"I know it was fun getting dirty yesterday" He said.
"But it could be just as much fun getting clean today."<br />
<br />
His hand slipped beneath the hem of her skirt and continued along her thigh as
she weighed up the decision, and he felt a familiar stirring sensation in his
lap as his body responded to the feel of her legs: It was a common reaction and
he loved the way her toned legs felt whether they were under his hand, wrapped
around his waist, or over his shoulders.<br />
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">"I suppose it is somewhere we haven't tried before" She
said sounding doubtful as his fingers neared the top of her leg. "We'd
have to be quick though"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><br />
"I don't think that will be a problem" He replied.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>His fingers reached the top of her leg
but instead of the usual lacy lingerie they found smooth skin.<br />
<br />
"Surprise" She said. "I was planning to find somewhere fun to
play today and you've made up my mind about where and when"<br />
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">"Excellent" he grinned “There’s one just ahead”.<br />
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">As they neared the carwash Sally felt the familiar rush of
adrenaline. It had been a long time since her first attempt at sex in a public
place and she'd developed a taste for the thrill of finding some new location
to use. Of course there had been some spectacular failures along the way but
more often than not the sheer excitement made up for any calamities and she
hadn't actually been caught - yet. The moment she decided on a new venue her
arousal would start to smolder, drenching her panties and igniting a need that
could only be resolved one way. Today was no different, as soon as Pete had
suggested it, she had felt the familiar ball of nerves start to swell in her
stomach as the butterflies took flight. Sally wriggled in her seat, aware that
if she'd been wearing any underwear it would already be damp and at the same
time grateful for the leather seats, a decision she'd been thankful for more
than once. <br />
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">As the Landrover stopped in front of the covered machinery of the
car wash she turned to Pete. She was about to ask if he was going to pay when
she noticed the obvious bulge in the front of his shorts.<br />
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">"I won't ask you to walk then" She said "although
it might be amusing to watch".<br />
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">She winked as she dropped out of the door and headed to the kiosk to
pay,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>returning a few minutes
later armed with a code for the machine.<br />
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">"I went for the longest program they have" She said
"Only 8 minutes, but I think that should be enough this time. Now whip
those shorts off and get ready while I drive in"<br />
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">Pete didn't need any encouragement. By the time the engine had
rattled into life his shorts were round his ankles and his hand was wrapped
around his cock, gently stroking himself to ensure he was ready for her. Sally
eased the car in between the big rollers, entering the required code as she
went and stopped in the centre of the building. As the machinery started to
whirl into life around them she slipped from behind the wheel and moved towards
Pete. She looked hungrily at him, watching his hand stroke himself for a few
seconds, something that never failed to excite her. She was tempted to lean
over, take him in her mouth and suck him dry but the desire burning between her
thighs called for something else. She needed him inside her as soon as
possible.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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She straddled him easily, one knee rammed hard against the door lining and the
other beside the gear lever. Their lips met as she slowly lowered herself
towards his cock. Pete opened his mouth and their tongues met at the same
moment the lips of her wet pussy touched the iron hard tip of his aroused cock.
As the brushes started to beat against the windows of the car she felt his hot
shaft slipping inside her, filling her perfectly. She smiled into the kiss,
closing her eyes with pleasure. Water sprayed against the windows and nylon
brushes beat a staccato rythym on the bodywork, making the car shudder and
vibrate under them. The movement only served to amplify Sally's arousal as the
whole car turned into a vibrating shell around her. She pressed herself onto
Pete, grinding her pussy onto his cock as fast as she could, soaking in
the sensations, the rest of the world forgotten for the moment.<br />
<br />
Pete's hands grasped her buttocks in a vain attempt to slow her movements. He
knew he wouldn't last long this time as he was so completely aroused, his cock
was swollen almost impossibly hard and every movement sent a current of
pleasure coursing through him so intense it bordered on pain. Realising that
slowing her urgent motion was impossible, he moved his left hand inside her dress
and explored upwards, stopping only when he felt her firm nipple slip between
his fingers. He pinched the swollen bud between his fingers, squeezing her
breast against his palm. Her pace faltered momentarily as she sighed at his
touch.He felt her nipple respond, stiffening between his fingers as he
continued to massage her breast. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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His right hand slipped across her arse, his fingers following the beautifully
rounded curve of and easing down the cleft between her buttocks until his index
finger reached the puckered flesh at it's centre and began to circle it. He
felt her tense as she anticipated his actions but her motion didn't slow, if
anything she began to press harder and faster into his lap, eager to climax
before the machinery stopped and betrayed them. Pete felt his orgasm building
rapidly inside him, his balls contracted, tightening between his thighs as they
squeezed themselves, ready to empty their contents. His finger pressed against
the tightly clenched muscle of her arse. As his climax built he pressed harder
against her and the tip of his finger slipped inside, making her freeze, eyes
opening wide as her pussy clenched around him like a third hand gripping him
tightly as she inched closer to climax.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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That was enough to push him over the edge and he felt the pressure in his groin
surge uncontrollably as his cock convulsed inside her, pulsing it's milky fluid
again and again. At the same time he pressed his finger deeper inside her tight
little hole, filling her with new sensations as she felt him in both places at
the same time. Sally felt the throbbing of his cock inside her and timed a last
few movements perfectly so that tip of his still hard member hit just the right
spot inside her to trigger her own orgasm and she buried her face in the nape
of his neck to smother her cries as she came in a shuddering motion on top of
him.<br />
<br />
Outside, the rollers withdrew from the car and hot air started to blow across
the outside, driving the water from the windows. Sally eased herself off of
Pete's lap and back behind the wheel of the car. She cast a glance at Pete as
she started the engine and began to drive off, he was sat still with his eyes
closed, his slowly deflating cock covered in their glistening juices. She
wondered if she should remind him to pull up his shorts but decided she'd
rather he didn't just yet and pulled out of the car wash and eased back into
the traffic.<br />
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Where next, she wondered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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book "A Taste of Erotica", a collection of 7 short stories. Available
to download here:</span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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(Smashwords)</a></span><br />
<span style="font-family: calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.38;">Goodreads: </span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20451555-a-taste-of-erotica" style="font-family: calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.38;">A Taste
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shotoferoticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04074838699561081518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935266603133950099.post-84579981570980757222015-11-22T09:05:00.001+00:002015-11-22T11:29:09.289+00:00Her First Test<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="background: white; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">Anya
knelt, still and quiet. She wore suspenders, stockings and a blindfold.</span><span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> </span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><br />
<span style="background: white;">A deep male voice from behind her said.</span><br />
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<span style="background: white;">“Be a good girl. Don’t move or make a sound”</span></span><span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> </span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><br />
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<span style="background: white;">She heard footsteps as he walked slowly around
her, his footsteps echoing on the hard wooden floor. A hand touched her
shoulder lightly and slid down to her breast cupping it gently. His fingers
strayed to her nipple and pinched it hard. Anya knew better than to make a
sound and suppressed the gasp that tried to escape her lips.</span><br />
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<span style="background: white;">“Excellent” he whispered in her ear.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">The footsteps receded and she strained to hear
where he was. The sound of a door a few minutes later suggested he had left…
but for how long? Anya knew better than to relax. The floor was cold and hard
on her knees but she wouldn’t move, not this time.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">She heard the door again. No foot steps yet
though. She waited, still and silent. Was that breathing she could hear? She
wasn’t sure and strained to hear, inclining her head slightly to the left.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">A line of hot pain appeared across her naked
buttocks accompanied by the unmistakable crack of a cane on her flesh.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">“I said not to move”</span><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">“Sorry mast…”</span><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">The pain flared again as the cane lashed across
her buttocks once more.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">“I also said not to make any noise”</span><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">Again the cane slapped across her arse raising a
fresh welt. This time she remained impassive. The cane bit again. Four bright
red stripes evident across her cheeks.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">“Good girl. That’s much better. Now, open your
mouth.”</span><br />
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<span style="background: white;">Anya did as instructed and opened her mouth. She
felt the cane gently touch her bum. It traced a line up her back and onto her
shoulder before slowly moving down her chest. It paused on her breasts, lightly
tapping her nipples which responded the only way they knew how, becoming as
hard as the cane that was touching them.</span><br />
<span style="background: white;">The tip of the cane paused in her cleavage
before descending</span></span><span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> </span><span style="background: white; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">across</span><span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> </span><span style="background: white; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">her smooth flat stomach and tracing the outline
of where her pubic hair would be if she hadn’t carefully shaved it this morning.</span><span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> </span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">The cane passed lightly over her pussy before
passing between her legs, sliding across her inner thigh for what felt like forever.
It stopped then changed direction, moving upwards, passing into the cleft of
her wet cunt. The cane was pulled.. it’s length pressing against her</span></span><span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> </span><span style="background: white; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">clit</span><span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> </span><span style="background: white; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">as it
slid through her. The friction caused by the motion was hot on her lips
initially but she was so wet it soon slid effortlessly, only the pressure on her</span><span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> </span><span style="background: white; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">clit</span><span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> </span><span style="background: white; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">betraying
the fact it was still moving.</span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">She still knelt immobile, mouth wide open, her
senses heightened by the blindfold induced darkness. The pleasure was almost
too much for her to bear.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">As the cane disappeared her senses strained to
work out what was coming next.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">She felt something lightly touch her lips, the
scent was</span></span><span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> </span><span style="background: white; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">unmistakable</span><span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> </span><span style="background: white; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">and it was all she could do not to move. His cock
circled her mouth, the tip passing over her lips tracing the outline of her
mouth, teasing her.</span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">“Very good” he said</span><br />
<span style="background: white;">“You may swallow”</span><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">With that he thrust his cock onto her mouth. She
took it hungrily, deep into her throat and did her best to remain still as he
thrust again and</span></span><span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> </span><span style="background: white; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">again</span><span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> </span><span style="background: white; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">into her mouth. Reaching down he grasped her tits
roughly and squeezed her nipples hard as his cock started to twitch in response
to the actions of her tongue and the suction of her hungry mouth.</span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white;">His cum slammed into the back of her throat and
she swallowed it all unhesitatingly as his cock spasmed in her mouth, his balls
emptying themselves into her.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">If you enjoyed that,
try my first book "A Taste of Erotica", a collection of 7 short
stories. Available to download here:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Amazon: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00HMTMGS6">A
Taste of Erotica (on Amazon)</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Smashwords: <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/398981">A Taste of Erotica
(Smashwords</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif;">Goodreads</span></span></span>: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20451555-a-taste-of-erotica">A Taste
of Erotica (Goodreads)</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />shotoferoticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04074838699561081518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935266603133950099.post-12523023471959202202015-11-21T12:40:00.000+00:002018-01-02T19:41:06.258+00:00A lesson in time<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">The old man sat
quietly on the park bench. It was a beautiful sunny day and he was leisurely
eating his way through a sandwich that had been carefully wrapped in
greaseproof paper. He ate slowly at the pace of a man who had all the time in the
world to enjoy the warm sunshine and watch the world race past him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">As he ate he cast his
eyes over the park around him, focussing on nothing in particular but seeing
everything. A movement at the edge of the shady grassed area in front of him
caught his eye. A young couple were walking silently from the bushes and heading
towards the path that passed his bench. The man was well dressed, looked to be
in his early twenties and had a relaxed but confident air about him. He smiled
as he walked. She was walking a pace behind him, her head cast downwards and
smiling serenely. As they drew near it was evident that the young woman was
wearing a coat that seemed far too warm for the weather. It was tightly closed
from neck to hem as it would be on a cold winters day and looked out of place
on such a warm day. The old man gazed curiously at the couple, the hint of a
smile began to form at the corners of his mouth as he spotted the scarlet
leather collar around the woman’s neck. The couple paused when they reached the
path and the man whispered something in her ear that caused her cheeks to flush
and a brief flash of fear to flit across her face. She glanced around quickly,
seemingly assessing the number of people around before once more looking down
at the ground. He whispered something else to her and then, taking her hand,
led her towards the bench opposite the old man.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">When they reached the
bench the young man sat down in the centre of the seat and patted the space
beside him whilst looking up into the woman’s face. They were close enough now,
barely 6 feet across the path, that their voices were clear and easily heard in
the quiet surroundings.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“Sit beside me” the
young man said<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">The girl sat quickly,
pressing her knees firmly together and resting her hands in her lap.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“You must be hot. Undo
your coat” he said quietly but with a firm undertone that implied it was more
than a suggestion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">The girl untied the
belt that cinched the coat around her and fumbled with nervous fingers to undo
the buttons securing it. Releasing the last button her hands returned to her
lap. Her coat had fallen open across her chest revealing her cleavage but
remained closed. A sparkle appeared in the old man’s eyes, his lunchtime view
was improving by the minute.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“Now stand up and face
me”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">The girl stood,
holding her coat together as she did so and turned to face the young man.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“Take it off” he
instructed<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“But I can’t. We’re
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clearly nervous and unsure what to do. She bit her lip nervously and stood
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“I won’t say it again.
Now.” His voice was the texture of velvet wrapped around an iron bar.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">Slowly, reluctantly,
she removed her coat and handed it to him. The old man could see why she’d been
reluctant now. Apart from the collar around her neck she was naked. Her skin
was pale and unblemished, her breasts were small but her nipples were swollen
and flushed almost scarlet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“Better. That wasn’t
so hard now was it.” He said “I’m going to give you a choice about what happens
next. Since you hesitated and balked when I gave you an instruction you must be
punished. Would you like to remain naked while we walk back to the apartment or
be spanked here and now?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">The girl almost
blurted a response but thought better of it. “I’d like to be spanked now” She
said, adding <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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afterthought.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“Good choice. Turn to
face the lake and hold your ankles”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">She turned through 90
degrees and bent at the waist, extending her hands down to her ankles. As she
turned the old man could see that her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment at
being so exposed in such a public venue. He watched with interest as the
younger man stood beside her and raised his hand briefly before delivering a
hard slap to her buttock. She yelped in surprise.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“Quiet. Every time you
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">She clamped her lips
tight as the young man’s hand repeatedly struck her exposed arse. A dozen strokes
left her buttocks glowing pink in stark contrast to the pale flesh of the girls
thighs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“Good girl. You can
put your coat on again now.” He said “Today’s lesson is over.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">The girl slipped her
coat on, trying not to hurry and refastened it again, hiding her body away once
more. Moving slowly, the young couple resumed their walk along the path and
back towards the edge of the park. She no longer walked behind him but was
beside him, her hand entwined in his.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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old man shredded the last piece of crust from his sandwich and threw it onto
the grass where it was instantly swamped by the ever present pigeons. He stood
and turned in the opposite direction, heading for his home. Five short minutes
later he entered his front door and closed it softly behind him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“I’m home” He said
loudly as he climbed the stairs. “You’ll never guess what I’ve just seen, it
really took me back to our younger days. Let me loosen those knots and I’ll
tell you all about it as I massage some life back into your arms”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">If you enjoyed that,
try my first book "A Taste of Erotica", a collection of 7 short
stories. Available to download here:</span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Smashwords: <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/398981">A Taste of Erotica
(Smashwords)</a></span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Goodreads: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20451555-a-taste-of-erotica">A Taste
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">She moved across the
dance floor, hips swaying hypnotically in time to the beat as she sought her
target. The taut fabric of her dress clung like a second skin showing nothing
yet revealing everything. Eyes followed her progress, heads turning as she
passed, all wishing to be the focus of her emerald gaze but she was oblivious
to them all. Only one person was of interest to her and until she found him no
one could distract her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">She paused in the
middle of a throng of dancers, eyes widening and a smile spreading wider. He
was facing away and unaware of her presence but she knew: He was the one. The
constantly moving crowd offered no resistance as she threaded her way through
it, making her way to him. She leaned in and spoke in his ear just loud enough
to be heard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“I’ve been looking
everywhere for you. Come with me. Now”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">Not waiting for an
answer she seized his hand and led him rapidly away from the dance floor and
into the gloomy shadows that hugged the walls. The corners of the room were
littered with a haphazard collection of tables and chairs, long deserted while
their occupants gyrated on the dance floor. Leading him onwards she reached a
suitable table and spun around to face him, pulling him in. His arms
instinctively wrapped themselves around her and his lips met her upturned
mouth. Focussed only on each other they kissed deeply, ravenously, both hungry
for the other.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">She pressed her hand
firmly on his chest and pushed him back, breaking the kiss. He looked confused,
wondering what he had done wrong until she placed her hands either side of his
head and pulled him back until his ear was beside her mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">“I want to feel that
talented tongue of yours. Now. Here” she said placing his hand against her
crotch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">His eyes widened and
his gaze darted around the room, scanning briefly for spectators. Satisfied
there were none close enough to be of concern he placed his hands on her waist
and lifted her onto the edge of the table before dropping to his knees between
her legs. Running his hands up her calves he eased the material of her dress
upwards and her legs apart, exposing the toned flesh that her dress had barely
concealed. He kissed the inside of one knee tenderly as his hands continued
their relentless progress along her thighs followed closely by his mouth. His
pulse was thumping in his ears, nearly drowning the music as he neared the damp
heat between her thighs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">The delicious scent of
her arousal filled his senses and he paused, his mouth poised millimetres from
contact, relishing the anticipation. She felt his hot breath on her most
sensitive flesh and, unable to wait she grabbed the back of his head and pressed
him against her. Wasting no time his tongue slipped easily into the entrance of
her aroused pussy and he began to feast on her dripping flesh. Hungrily he
devoured her. Each flick of his tongue across her swollen clit brought a fresh
muscular ripple through her thighs. Her hips bucked, thrusting her pussy harder
against his mouth and riding his tongue as it plunged deeper inside her. He
kept her writhing, switching his focus between her clit and swollen lips,
edging her closer and closer to climax until her thighs clasped tightly around
his head and he tasted the orgasm as pleasure flowed through her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">He stood, lips
glistening with her juices and leaned in to kiss her waiting mouth. She
responded instantly, loving the taste of herself on him. Her feet pressed into
the small of his back, drawing him firmly between her thighs but careful to
leave a little space between them. Reaching between them she made short work of
his belt buckle and eased the zip of his trousers down, exposing his achingly
hard cock. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft and stroked it tenderly,
enjoying the feeling of his silky smooth hard flesh, like warm polished marble.
She imagined she could feel it throbbing in her grip and relaxed her grasp not
wanting him to finish too quickly, she needed more from him yet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">Applying pressure with
her feet she coaxed him forward, guiding the tip of his cock with her hand
until she felt it's heat pressing against her dripping slit. Her lips parted,
welcoming him readily as he eased inside, slowly filling her. Only when she
felt his short cropped hairs against her smooth skin did she ease the pressure
on his back and let him begin to thrust at his own pace.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">Starting slowly, he
rocked back and forth, enjoying the tight wet grip of her pussy around his
throbbing cock as he moved. He closed his eyes, shutting out the distraction of
the flashing lights as he immersed himself in the sensations of the moment.
Pleasure filled him, radiating outwards from his groin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">Her hips rocked in
time to his movements and her feet stayed firmly against his back as they
thrust against each other. He filled her perfectly, just as she remembered, and
this position, on the edge of the table let the tip of his cock reach the magic
spot inside her. Each touch sent waves of ecstasy rippling through her, each
sharper and more intense than the last. She felt the pressure building, nerves
on fire as another climax grew inside her, slowly swelling like a balloon,
increasing with each pistonlike thrust.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">A cold ripple raced
down his spine like ice sliding down his back and he felt his balls tighten, a
sure sign that he was about to lose what little control he retained to his
imminent orgasm. His pace accelerated and he thrust between her thighs with
rapid abandon, feeling her muscles clench him tightly as she sought to match
his timing. His pace faltered, cock swelling impossibly hard and a strangled
gasp escaped his throat as his balls emptied themselves in a series of slow,
hard pulses. She felt him cum deep inside her and it pushed her over the edge.
The orgasm raced through her and she clenched everything around him, milking
the last drops from him and making his knees almost buckle beneath him as his
over sensitized cock was gripped tightly as if by a third hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">He stood, forehead
resting on her shoulder, unable or unwilling to move as he slowly deflated
inside her. She looked around, checking to see if anyone had noticed their
performance. The dancers were seemingly oblivious with no one obviously gazing
their way. Placing her hands on his chest, she pushed him away, feeling him
pull out of her followed by a trickle of their combined juices pooling on the
edge of the table. As he stepped back and refastened his trousers she dropped
to the floor and let her dress fall back into place.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">"That", she
said "was every bit as good as I remembered. I'll see you next week"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">Without waiting for a
response she winked, turned and walked back onto the dance floor in search of
her friends, ignoring the slow dribble of warm fluid that leaked down her inner
thigh as she went.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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If you enjoyed that, try my first book "A Taste of Erotica", a collection of 7 short stories. Available to download here:</div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif;">Amazon: </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00HMTMGS6">A Taste of Erotica (on Amazon)</a><br />
Smashwords: <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/398981">A Taste of Erotica (Smashwords)</a><br />
Goodreads: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20451555-a-taste-of-erotica">A Taste of Erotica (Goodreads)</a><br />
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