Sunday, January 29, 2012

Sunday Snog - Into the Blue

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Welcome to Sunday Snog for the Week.  A couple of months ago I posted another Snog which was an excerpt from a work in progress I had entitled 'Into the Blue'. This week I have included another snippet from further along in the story. Jared has developed a relationship with two women who grew up together but they are mysterious about their upbringing and family. Will he unravel their secret and will they sail off into the sunset to live happily ever after?



Tania was the first one awake on the morning of their departure. Sun streamed in through the hatch above the bed as she stretched her arms above her head. Beside her Jared slumbered with his opposite arm around Nicola. For a moment Tania looked at her sister’s sleeping face. One of her dark blonde curls had fallen across her face and it swayed slightly as she breathed in and out. As she looked at her full pink lips Tania felt the familiar urge to kiss them. She never tired of their softness. The two of them had shared everything, secrets, heartbreak, boys and once on a very memorable occasion a woman.  Jared was no different. Tania felt no jealousy towards Nicola and she knew the feeling was mutual.

Her eyes wandered downwards over Jared’s sleeping belly. She loved his smooth skin and the line of dark hair that lead from his navel down to his cock. She smiled a little as she noticed his cock stirring. Moving carefully so that she didn’t disturb him she leaned down and flicked her tongue over the head of his cock. She tasted the musky taste of Nicola’s juice from the night before. Jared’s cock grew more and she opened her lips to slide down over the warm shaft. He stirred sleepily. Tania tilted her head to look at his face. Nicola had opened her eyes and was watching Tania’s head moving slowly up and down on Jared’s cock. She smiled sleepily as they eyes met.

Tania turned her head back and focussed her attention on Jared. As she bobbed her head up and down her tongue swirled over the tip of his cock. She felt Nicola’s hand on her shoulder and turned towards her sister. Jared’s cock slipped from her mouth and the two women kissed. Tania sighed at the feeling of her sister’s soft full lips on hers. She opened her mouth and their tongues slid over each other. Nicola grasped the back of Tania’s head as their kiss deepened and Tania reached out to cup one of Nicola’s small pointed breasts. She grasped the nipple softly between her fingers and squeezed until she felt a small gasp in her mouth.

“Now if I could wake up to that sight every morning for the rest of my life I would die a very happy man,” Jared’s murmured sleepily. 

I hope you enjoyed my snog. If you liked this then shoot over to Victoria Blisse's blog and check out the other snogs and the smut by the sea action.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Naked Man Coming Through

Last night Jake and I ventured out to our favourite club. The night was typical. There were people playing pool, people sitting around chatting and after a while some women got up on the stage to pole dance. They were attractive women who like to dance for their husbands and audience. So naturally there was a removal of clothes. I was sitting chatting with a younger single guy admiring the women when another man walked past on his way to the shower. He was naked and although he wasn't flaunting himself anyone who happened to be looking his way got a nice look at a rather nice cock that was above average size at least in length.

I will take a moment to point out that there is a rule in the club about walking around naked in the general area. In this case the naked man was on his way from a play room to the shower. He was holding clothing over his cock so you did have to actually look to see the cock. He WASN'T waving the organ around saying "Hey look what I have.!" Although I have seen that happen.

I was a little surprised when my friend commented about the man being a showboater. My first thought (based on experience) was that my friend obviously doesn't have a penis that size and like so many men he is touchy about it. I looked at the woman on the stage who had on a tiny g string and some jewellery and was bending over and showing herself to a very appreciative audience and asked my friend,
"Why is it OK for her to be naked and showing all her bits but if a man does it then he is showboating? If you have a right to look at a woman and appreciate her body don't I have a right to look at a man and do the same?"

He didn't have an answer to that one. It did get me to thinking though. Men have a thing about their penises. It starts when they are about two and they discover it and goes on for the rest of their life. This thing means they get horribly hung up about its size, its shape, how it looks etc. It also means that it is not considered good form to flaunt yourself if you have a particularly attractive one and it is DEFINITELY not good form for women to be openly appreciative of nice looking cocks when their husband's one is not as big or impressive.

Conversely women as a whole obsess about their breasts. Are they too big, too small, too saggy, are the nipples too big etc? What is different is that it is encouraged for them to display their breasts and it is OK for us all to comment about the ones we like without consideration for the women whose breasts aren't the same size or fullness or whatever. When an attractive set walks in the room not one single guy gives a thought to how inadequate they may make their wife feel when they comment on "How good her tits look."

This is not a post complaining about sexual inequality. It is merely an commentary on what I observed so hold the hate mail please. I will say this. I love cocks. I love looking at them. I love sucking them and I love fucking them. Check out my post The Cock Shot for more about my love of this organ. I will also say this. I have never met a penis I didn't like or that didn't have the ability to give me pleasure. I have met a few owners of cocks however, that leave a lot to be desired.

It takes all sorts to make the world go round. From the long thin ones to the big fat ones to the little energetic ones. A tool will always do what it is designed to do if it is used properly. As my Grandad used to say,
"It is a poor workman who blames his tools."

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

A New Year's Adventure.


 After a short break Wank Wednesday is back!!!. The prompt for this week is Arc. I have written a little piece based on an unexpected adventure that Jake and I were involved in on New Year's eve.

As usual please take the time to go to Word Ejaculation and read the other excellent contributions.

As this adventure involves being extremly wanton I will also be including my post in this week's Wanton Wednesday. Again please visit, read, view images and comment.

But only after you have enjoyed my wanton tale and if the spirit moves you feel free to wank.. 

As I sat in the darkness of the dungeon watching the scene before me I felt like I was watching something from a story. I couldn’t believe that I was witnessing something like this in real life. The tiny woman was spread eagled on the frame. A mask covered part of her face and her outstretched arms held her white shirt open to reveal small firm breasts capped with dark erect nipples. Below the waist she was naked except for white knee-high socks and shoes.
Her master raised his whip and brought it down in a neat arc to strike her exposed belly. The slap of the leather hitting her skin resounded through the room. Her body quivered and she bit her lip, bracing herself for the next blow.
The leather landed lower this time, a sharper crack landing on her pubic bone. She gave a small cry of pain and her body twitched. The Master stroked the tip of his whip over her breasts easing aside her shirt further so that the audience could have a better view of her neat body.
Several more cracks of the whip struck her naked flesh and she twitched in response. This time The Master took up a vibrator and caressed the outer lips of her pussy. Her knees pressed together and her body undulated in pleasure. With his opposite hand The Master swiftly lashed the woman’s naked body punishing her as he continued to pleasure her.
He took the vibrator away so that he could focus on his whipping. Well placed lashes cracked across her lower belly and pubis. The tiny body winced in pain as the Master and his girl looked each other intently in the eye. Quietly he stroked her with the end of the whip looking as if her were considering what would please him now.
Unexpectedly he turned to look at the crowd behind him. I was mesmerised by what I had watched. My cunt throbbed and I felt my erect nipples straining against the fabric of my red dress. The Master’s eye met mine. He took two long steps and held the whip out towards me. I was startled and looked around me. There was no one behind me.
The tall imposing man pressed the handle of the whip into my palm and gestured towards the girl. Her brown eyes looked at me. Surprisingly I felt the challenge in them. My body throbbed in arousal.
“You may do with her what you will. If it pleases you, the people may like to watch you pleasure her.”
I nodded. My heart was beating hard in my chest. When I ventured out of my door that night, I never for a second dreamed that I would be participating in an adventure like this. I turned towards the girl and stroked her coffee coloured skin with the end of the whip.
“You may whip her as hard as you wish. If she says red then it is too hard.” The Master encouraged me.
I flicked the whip across her belly firmly. She looked me in the eye challenging me. I struck her again; my eye was caught by the heaving of her chest. Her nipples peeked out of her shirt. With the butt of the whip I pushed aside the white fabric and bent to clamp the flesh between my lips. My tongue teased the hard bud while I bit down firmly with my teeth. Her chest heaved as she inhaled sharply. I used the butt of the whip to press against her clit and then I realised The Master had inserted the vibrator into her pussy before he had left her.
She pressed against the butt of the whip I ground it into her alternating between sucking firmly on her nipple and biting down on her. I heard a small moan and her Master spoke in my ear,
“If it pleases you I think she would like you to lick her.”
I bent my mouth to the neat flaps surrounding her pussy and slipped my tongue into her sweet tasting slit. The vibrator buzzed against my tongue as I flicked the tip against the centre of her pleasure. She gave a loud cry and pressed her knees together. I looked up and saw her looking imploringly at her master.
He nodded to her, “You may come.” He looked at me. “You give her great pleasure.”
She opened her legs and I pressed my face against her, seeking out her swollen clit. My tongue circled around the hard node as it swelled more and more with her pleasure. Then with a loud cry and a small jet of liquid she came over my face.
I stood up and stepped back. Someone from the crowd handed me a towel and I looked at the woman as she hung against her bonds like a rag doll. Her Master untied her and helped her towards a nearby bed where she sagged down and lay quietly as he fussed over her.
Suddenly my husband was beside me,
“That was the hottest thing I ever saw.” He whispered urgently in my ear. I looked down at the huge bulge in his pants and felt an answering throb in my own groin.
Without a word he guided me to a dark corner of the room, bent me over the back of a couch and lifted up my dress.



Monday, January 2, 2012

New Year's Resolutions

GirlI discovered Literotica.com about a year and a half ago. At that time my scribblings had only reached a very small audience made up of Jake and a few select friends. One day I Googled erotic writing and stumbled accross "Lit'. My eyes were opened and I found a whole new audience of people.

So what does all this have to do with New Year's resolutions? Well, Literotica runs a Survivor contest every year for authors or would be authors who are extremely keen (some would say they don't have a life!!). The purpose of the contest is to post as many stories in as many different categories as possible in the space of a year.

When I read this I thought 'I can have a go at that' Then I read the rules.

-You may only post 3 stories in each category until you have posted 3 stories in each category on the site. Then you may post 5 in each category.

There are 35 categories, not counting poetry. At this point I started to wonder. Then I read some forum posts by current and past participants. People wrote three contributions to each category. Seriously. So I decided that I won't actually enter the contest officially because I would just embarrass myself by ranking around 500th. But in 2012 I will be turning 40. So as a challenge I have decided to write as many short stories to submit in as many categories as I can cover before 21 Dec 2012. 
You can check out the entire list of categories including, Non-Erotic, poetry and illustrations by clicking on the link at the top of the page. Over the course of the year I will post details of my submissions here. I hope you all follow me along, vote and keep me sane.

As this is the year of turning 40 and I am a massive over achiever I have added a physical challenge to my list as well. My pole dancing instructor the wonderful Chelle Hafner (check out her official fan page here ) assures me that I can learn to do the splits. So I am adding it to the list. I don't think I will get into a full split but I should be able to do a pose that looks impressive.

So wether I will keep my resolution remains to be seen I will give it a red hot go.

What is your New Year's Resolution?