New stories

I 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. 

I've also set up my own page there and that's where you'll find my new stories. 

Here's a link to the latest:The Wager part 1 - A view to a thrill

News

 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: 

https://medium.com/@amharding/

Non-fiction - A Sudden Realisation

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.

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.

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.

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…

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.

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.

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.

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 

suit me. Now I realise that I don’t need to wonder. I’ve always been naturally polyamorous, I just didn’t know it.

Now to enjoy the realisation.

A Long way from the Madding Crowd

Before you read this I have to tell you something about it.

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.

 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.

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.

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The Fir plantation - and the man

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.
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.
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.
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:
“Are you alright?”
The sound of his voice made Bathsheba’s knees turn to jelly.
“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.
“Would you like me to do it?”
“Yes please!” She whispered coyly.
He reached down and untangled the mess.
“I don’t suppose you would like to walk me home would you, I still feel a bit shakey.”
“I would be delighted to walk with such a breathtaking woman”. He was beginning to realise what she meant.
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.
“That”, said Bathsheba “is my modest abode. What do you think?”
“Is everything about you as stunning as this?” He inquired incredulously.
“Yes. Now would you like to come in for a drink Frank?”
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.
“I’m sorry about the hum” She said apologetically. “I’ll change into something else at the top”
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!!).
Bathsheba’s enormous room held a few surprises for Troy. He gasped as he saw her enormous silk covered four poster bed.
“I’ll slip out of these clothes, would you fix us a drink each? The drinks cabinet is over there.”
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.
Bathsheba came in clad in a negligee and a smile. She took the glass and they both swallowed the contents whole.
“I wonder if I’ll ever regret this” He thought as the lights went out.

Written by me, aged 16 (March 1987)

Forest Photoshoot

Emma was gorgeous, unfortunately she knew it. She also knew how to use her looks to get whatever she wanted. As long as she had guys telling her how irresistibly pretty she was, she was happy. As a result she was forever surrounded by men who did whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it and was never short of company or male attention. She kept her acolytes happy by feeding them pictures of her - from risque through to pornographic depending on how much she wanted from them and how much praise they heaped on her.  The problem was that she needed a ready supply of pictures to drip feed to her admirers. Most were simply taken and sent from her phone but she was after something more for her more ardent admirers. As a result, she had arranged a modelling session with a local photographer but true to form she was planning to sleep with the photographer in exchange for the pictures rather than paying him.

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. 

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. 

“Can we do something a little harder now?” She asked. “I’d like some of me tied to that tree over there…”

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.
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.

“Let’s take some over there” he said, pointing at a large fallen tree across the path.

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. 

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.

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.

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. 

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! 

“Hi Dave” the photographer said “Your turn now”

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”

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.  A soft moan escaped her lips as a fresh wave of arousal rolled through her in response to his touch.

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. 

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.

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.

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. 

“Suck him” he instructed Emma.

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.

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.

“Wow. Can we do that again!”

Taboo in Erotica

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. 

 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.

 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.

 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. 

 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.

Why do I write?

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. 

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.

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.

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. 

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. 

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 Christmas story I wrote a few years back and was pleased with the results so expect another one this year.  

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. 

Forest Fun

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.

"That's not helping" I said

"Oh I don't know, it's definitely growing"

"Keep that up and I'll drag you behind the nearest tree"

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.

"Took you long enough" She said "now, about this tree."

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.

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.

"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.

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.

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.

“I think we have company”

She rolled off of me and sat up quickly whilst I yanked my shorts back up, fastening the buttons with
fumbling figures as quickly as I could.

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.

See who else is being Wicked

New Beginnings

Six 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.

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.

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.

This was my original submission:

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.

“Getting there” he thought.

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.

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This is how I would write the same thing now:

Michael yawned and rubbed his eyes. The discipline of rising early to write before work was helping him shake off the inertia of too many idle years but was far from easy. The chapter he’d just finished had been loosely based on real events and replaying the memory and playing ‘what if’ with the action while he wrote it had caused a rush of blood to his groin and an aching need to find someone.

Standing up, he stretched and crossed his apartment, heading for the shower, glancing in the full length mirror as he passed, pausing to reflect on the naked image it revealed. His new fitness regime was definitely working. His stomach whilst still not a six pack was showing promising signs of muscle tone, his shoulders were broader and his arms and legs were no longer the weak, spindly things he’d had for most of his life.

“Getting there” he thought.

Cycling to work was no longer the chore it had seemed at first and he barely broke a sweat these days. He smiled to himself and as he pushed open the doors the familiar smell of old books welcomed him like a warm embrace.

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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.

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.

http://smut.rebelsnotes.com/2018/01/participants/

Room to Play

As I opened the door I knew it was going to be a good day. Standing in front of me was the woman who always made me smile, not to mention my heart race and my cock hard. I’d rented a room for no reason other than to give us somewhere quiet where we could play uninterrupted.

She stepped into my arms and we kissed, a soft lingering hello. Ushering her into the room I closed and locked the door behind her. The soft snick of the lock engaging caused her to turn and look at me. 

“Hi gorgeous, I’ve missed you” I said

“Me too, now kiss me properly”

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.

“Strip for me”

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.

“Knickers next” I managed to say

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. 

She stood facing me wearing nothing but stockings and heels. Placing her hands on her hips a quizzical smirk crossed her face.

“Shouldn’t you be naked too?” She asked

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.

“Better?” I enquired

“Much”

“Now, pass me the camera back and sit on the bed.”

She did as instructed and sat on the bed, legs spread wide. I stepped between her delectable thighs placing my cock inches from her face. Never one to avoid a mouthful of hot cock she leant forward and kissed the tip. I looked down through the viewfinder and watched as she licked, kissed and sucked me. My eyes closed in pleasure but the camera recorded the sight for later. 

Much as I loved this and wanted it to continue I had other plans for the moment. Easing myself reluctantly out of her mouth I knelt in front of her and kissed her succulent lips. My hands explored her shoulders, neck and ample breasts as we kissed. I squeezed her nipples between finger and thumb eliciting a sharp intake of breath through our kiss. My hands continued down, caressing her smooth belly and toying with her neatly cropped pubic hair before skating past their preferred target and onto her thighs. 

Breaking the kiss I held the top of one of her stockings and eased it down her leg until it was free in my hand and her shapely leg was exposed. Taking the stocking I tied one end of it around her wrist leaving a long length free. Repeating the process I drew her other stocking off and tied that round her other wrist.

“Now, Move up the bed and lie down.”

Taking her right hand I lifted it to the corner of the bed and tied the loose end to the head board. Moving round to the other side I fastened the left to the other side of the headboard. Pausing to take a few pictures I knelt between her legs and gazed into her eyes. Setting the camera aside on the bedside cabinet I placed it in the timelapse mode; it would capture the remainder of our tryst unaided.

Placing a hand either side of her I leant forward and kissed her full on the lips once more. This was going to be fun. 

First things first - I needed to cum. Taking my weight on one elbow I slipped the other to her inner thigh and ran a finger lightly over her pussy revelling in the smoothness of her already damp slit. Easing a finger inside her I kept the kiss going. My finger probed deeper, sliding in and out I added a second, feeling her moan slightly. The throbbing in my groin was growing urgent and I ached to be inside her. 

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.

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.

“Your turn now”

I stood up from the bed and went over to the bag she’d carried in. Opening it I smiled. She’d brought the toys that we’d talked about. The first item I took from her bag was a pair of nipple clamps. Returning to the bed I placed one of the clamps loosely on her right nipple. Her sharp intake of breath told me I’d hit the spot, a notion I confirmed by applying the other to her left nipple. I leant over and kissed her again, pressing my thigh against her pussy as we kissed. Delving into the bag once more I pulled out a blindfold. Slipping it over her head we kissed again before I finally placed it over her eyes.

The final toy I pulled from the bag was the star performer, her large purple vibrator. I left the toy lying beside her on the bed and lay on my chest between her thighs. Raising myself on my elbows I gazed at her delicious pussy. The scent of her arousal was delectable but the taste as I leant forward to kiss her swollen, damp labia was divine. Parting her with my fingers my tongue darted inside and lapped at her sweet nectar, savouring the taste as I devoured her sodden cunt. I teased her mercilessly, pushing her close to orgasm and backing off again and again, relishing her bucking hips as they responded to the ministrations of my tongue. 

She was close to an orgasm now, her breathing shallow and ragged, her thigh muscles quivering and a constant stream of high pitched moans coming from her mouth. Licking slowly I reached for the purple toy. I brought it up beside my head and, leaving it switched off, pressed the tip against the soaked opening. Lifting my head back I slid the toy into her in one swift motion. She gasped and moaned louder as I started to thrust it in and out of her. I turned the buzzing beast on, intending to keep her in this state a little longer but the vibrations inside her and on her throbbing clit drove her over the edge and she came hard. The climax raced through her body causing the muscles below her waist to convulse as if stung by electricity and she let out a scream of pleasure, her body flushing bright red from cheek to cheek and her breathing returned slowly to normal as I switched the toy off and slowly eased it from her flooded pussy.

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Sex and Shopping

We wandered through the store, following the meandering path that its designers had decided was the best way to showcase their wares. So far it had only succeeded in confounding my sense of direction and we were seemingly lost in a maze of household furnishings. I always dreaded coming here. Whilst the furniture on display consisted of beautifully designed examples of efficient Scandinavian simplicity, the store itself was a riot of confusing corners and paths designed to ensure you saw every single item for sale before you actually made it to the checkouts. Today we had decided to come in the middle of the afternoon on a particularly pleasant summer’s day and the store was mercifully quiet with only a handful of shoppers to slow our progression. Hopefully this would prove to be a quick visit.

Amy was wearing a short summer dress that showed off her figure beautifully and left most of her long legs exposed, which went a considerable way to explaining my disorientation; I'd spent more time studying them than I had looking at where we were going. In front of us lay a herd of leather sofas and a bored looking sales assistant who was so transfixed by the contents of his phone that he seemed oblivious to us as we passed him.

"Let’s try a few chairs while we're here" She said quietly and promptly sat on the nearest seat.

She'd chosen a comfy looking, large, single chair and there was a matching example opposite which I lowered myself into. I had to admit the seat was very comfortable but within seconds of sitting I became aware of something that changed my view of the afternoon completely. As she sat facing me, Amy parted her legs and lifted the hem of her dress just enough to discreetly flash me. I glanced quickly around to check if she could be seen; there were several other shoppers and the phone obsessed assistant behind Amy but no one that could share my view. I drank in the vision before me, relishing the sight of my beautiful, daring girlfriend showing me that she was utterly bereft of underwear beneath her short dress, while oblivious strangers stood mere yards behind her.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Amy was waiting for me round the next corner, hands on a low, fake window sill as she gazed out across the shop floor, watching several couples discuss the merits of the kitchen units on display. She was bending over further than before and the dress was concealing even less, her buttocks were clearly exposed as was the faint glisten of moisture just visible in the gap between her thighs. Taking the ruler in one hand I eased her dress a little higher with the other, exposing all of her beautiful arse to my gaze. I stroked it with my free hand, caressing and kneading her flesh with my fingers. Resting my palm firmly on the small of her back I leaned over and whispered in her ear.

“You really are a naughty girl, teasing me like this”

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.

“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.

“OK, no more teasing. I promise” She said biting her lip as I swung a third time.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"No. Not like that. I need you in me. Now" she whispered

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.

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.

As we walked I slipped my hand into hers, we looked at each other and grinned.

Writing

Well, 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.

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.

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.

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.

Christmas Comes Early

“How many more?” he asked.

“Just one before lunch. If you can manage to squeeze in a quickie?” she replied, disappearing behind the wall of tinsel.

 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.

 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.

 “Peace at last” She said

“Bliss” he sighed “I’m exhausted”.

“Santa...?”

“It’s Peter, if you prefer?”

“Not just yet” she said with a wink. “Santa, I wanted to ask if you have any treats in your sack for me?”

“Well that depends” he said, reverting to the familiar script “Have you been a good girl?”

“I could say yes, but what happens If I say no? I’ve been very naughty.”

“Then you’ll have to tell me what you’ve done and I’ll see if you deserve a reward or not.”

 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.

 “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”.

 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.

 “You look silly, but perfectly dressed to me” he said.

Her eyes twinkled. “Let me show you”.

 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. 

 “Well that’s somewhere I didn’t expect to see my face today!” he said

 “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?”

 “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”

 “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.

 “Now where do you want me Santa?”

 “Over my knee” he said

 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.

 “Have you been naughty in any other ways?” He asked, kneading the flesh of her firm arse, warming it in preparation.

 “Oh no Santa, I’m normally a good girl” She said

 “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”.

 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.

 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.

 “Suck on this” he said “It’s not as good as a gag but it will do”

 “Thank you Santa” She said and obediently placed the thick, sweet cinnamon rod between her lips clenching it with her teeth.

 “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.

 “What!?” She exclaimed. “I was nearly there!”

“I know.” he said with a smile “I was punishing you, remember? Naughty girls have to earn their treats.”

 Holly manoeuvred herself from his lap and looked at him, watching as he slowly, deliberately, licked his fingers clean.

 “You really do taste very good you know” he said, winking at her. “You’ve earned a treat from Santa’s sack now”

 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.

 “You’re going to have to help me here” she said tugging at his clothing.

 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.

 “I can see some Christmas balls” she said between kisses.

 “Ho ho ho” he laughed, in character.

 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.

 “Careful! or you’ll be getting a much harder spanking in a minute”

 “Would you like me to stop?” She asked, before running her tongue up the length of his erection from base to glistening tip.

 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.

 “Your turn.” Holly said lifting her head

 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.

 “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.

 “I hate to say it but the beard has to go.” she said “It tickles! and you don’t want to make it sticky”

 “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”

 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.

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.

“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.

 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.

  “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.

 “I threw it behind me. Sorry”

 “I can’t see it. It doesn’t matter, I’ll just have to go without” She replied. “Are you ready?”

 “I was born ready” Santa said, winking as she went to re-open the grotto.

 As Holly 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 him.

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I wrote this story last year but thought it wouldn't hurt to air it again for this Christmas season.