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.

A Taste of Summer

It 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.

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.

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.

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.

"Balls. Sorry" an embarrassed David blurted out as Laura's eyes opened with shock.

"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"

"So you just watched?" She shouted, angry and embarrassed at the same time whilst trying to cover herself from view.

"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.

"So I see" Laura said, making David blush.

"Why are you here anyway, you're supposed to be out with Mary aren't you?" Her tone angry more than embarrassed now.


"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?"

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.

"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.

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.

"You know" she said "You've seen me naked and masturbating already so I think it's your turn now, don't you?"


David started, instantly coming back from his imagination where it hadn't been her fingers that Laura was sucking.


"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."


"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.

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.

"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?"

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.

After what seemed an eternity, David pulled back.

"I believe it's your turn now" He said "lie down"

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.


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.


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.


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.

A Ride on the Night Bus

Catching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath and walked towards where he was sitting.

She made her way along 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.

She shifted in her 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.

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".

"Are you sure?" He mouthed, "You'll have to be silent"

By way of an answer 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.

They stayed motionless 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.

Opening her eyes she 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 and his eyes following her.

How long does it need to be?

No, not that! We all know that is an impossible question to answer but it did get your attention.

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. 

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.

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'. 

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.

Next time you read 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.

The Hotel

 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.

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.

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.

By the time I reached 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.

Releasing her from my 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.

We turned to face each 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.

As our lips met her 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.

Pulling my lips from 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.

My knees gave out and we collapsed, a hot, wet and deliriously happy tangle of flesh.

“I’m so glad I married you” I eventually managed to say before she smothered my mouth with kisses once again.

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