It has been a very long while since I participated in Wicked Wednesday. In fact it has been a long while since I wrote any fiction. I am glad that I decided to challenge myself for the six weeks of the Christmas Holidays. I hope you also enjoy my first piece of fiction in a long time.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us mum?” Alex’s piercing blue eyes shone with excitement as he looked up at his mother. Clare’s heart welled up as she reached down and stroked her son’s hair.
“No,” she replied gently, “Mummy has a few things she needs to do this afternoon. I am sure that you will have a great time watching The Avengers with Aunty Sue.” She glanced over at her younger sister who replied with a wry smile. Sue was the tomboy of the family and nothing pleased her more than introducing her nephew to the joys of superhero movies and their gratuitous violence.
“C’mon mate,” she reached for Alex’s hand, “we need to give ourselves enough time to get popcorn and frozen cokes.”
And with that they were gone. For a moment Clare stood stock still in the middle of her kitchen listening to the sound of the car reversing down the driveway before an unusual hush fell over the house. The walls that reverberated all day with Alex’s constant chatter and noisy play fell silent, the toys that were strewn over the lounge room floor seemed to collapse into an exhausted stupor. Clare assessed the state of the kitchen, breakfast and lunch dishes were stacked on the sink waiting for the dishwashing fairy to come and deal with them. Instinctively Clare moved towards the sink but a whisper of something at the back of her mind drew her attention to the swimming pool outside. Warm sun glinted on the water and for some reason she noticed the sun lounger sitting empty beside the pool. In her mind the whisper became louder, urging her to ignore her chores.
A feeling of lethargy came over her and Clare began to feel like the toys in the lounge room; spent and empty of energy from being constantly in the presence of an excitable four year old. The sun lounger beckoned and Clare found herself moving towards the back door. Without consciously deciding she opened the sliding door and stepped out into the entertaining area. She paused for a moment beside the table to deposit her house dress and white t-shirt bra. Without thinking she hooked her thumbs into the waist of her knickers but caught herself in time. Nervously she glanced at the gap in the hedge that gave her a clear view of her neighbour’s deck, of course no one was home. What sane person would be home in the middle of the day? The whispering voice in her urged her to be naked in the sun. Without another moment’s contemplation she complied.
The sun was delicious warming her skin, reminding her of days spent lying on beaches without having to worry about a child. Her nipples hardened as a sneaky breeze caressed her skin, unconsciously she opened her thighs slightly and let tbreeze caress her inner thighs. Her mind drifted away to unfamiliar eroticism. Her neighbour appeared at her side kneeling on the pavers beside her whispering in her ear. She couldn’t really hear what he was saying but the feel of his hot breath on her neck made her lift her hips towards him. His whispers became clearer,
“Such beautiful breasts,” his hand stroked the skin on the side of her breast before he trailed his fingers towards her firm, erect nipple. He took the dark pink peak between his finger and thumb and squeezed it gently. A jolt of sensation shot from her breast through her belly and a small gasp escaped her lips.
“Such beautiful sensitive nipples,” he pitched her again, harder this time, before pulling her peak upwards, the sensation was intense and Clare found herself squirming on the warm plastic of the sun bed. Between her thighs she felt a a slow throb. As if he read her thoughts her neighbour trailed his fingers downwards over the small mound of her belly to stroke her thighs upwards. Her hips arched upwards, urging him closer to her throbbing cunt. With a small smile he teased her, stroking the mound of hair above her slit and tracing the line of her labia, wetness trickled out of her and a single word escaped her lips,
“Please,” she wanted to grasp his hand and shove it inside her but he held her wrist firmly.
“You have such nice manners,” his voice was hot on her neck before he bent down and touched her nipple with his toungue. As he lowered his lips down over her aureola his finger slid inside her opening teasing the sensitive spot just inside before sliding upwards over her swollen throbbing folds to gently touch her hard clit. He circled his finger around her clit before dipping it back into her well, juices flowed out of her covering his hand.
“Someone is very horny,” his voice was almost a purr in her ear before he stood up beside her. He really was a magnificent man, his bare chest glistened in the sun as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his green board shorts and slid them down over his narrow hips. Jutting out in front of his his cock was tipped with a small bead of moisture.
“See what you do to me,” he grinned down at her.
Clare was unable to think of anything to say she reached up and touched the tip of his cock, smearing the slippery liquid over the sensitive head. It was his turn to moan in pleasure as her hand gripped the warm hardness of his shaft. Her hand moved up and down pulling him towards her. For a few moments he allowed his cock to touch her lips, long enough for her tongue to taste the saltiness of his pre-cum before he pulled away to kneel between her thighs. He rested his cock against her opening teasing her before he slid himself slowly inside her filling her hungry wet cunt. The slow filling sent intense sensations shooting through her before he touched her clit with his thumb.
She could hear his rough breathing matching her own small moans of pleasure as he thrust into her in time with the circling of his thumb around her clit. Pressure was building in both of them she could hear his breathing become rougher as he thruster harder and faster. Her hips arched upwards towards him pressing her clit against the slap of his belly .his fingers gripped her hips breaching her against his strength. Suddenly he held her firmly against him as he groaned in pleasure, in her cunt she could feel the throbbing of his cock as it emptied cum into her hungry cunt. A slight touch from his thumb sent her over the edge with him, moaning and writhing through the intense orgasm.
A screen door slammed. Clare’s eyes flew open. Groggily she looked around slowly coming to the realisation that it had been a dream. Her thighs were slick with moisture, testament to how vivid the fantasy had been. Feeling slightly guilty she glanced through the gap in the hedge. Standing on the deck holding beer and gazing out into his back yard stood her neighbour, clad only in a pair of green board shorts.
As she pulled into the car park Lisa quickly scanned the area. She had guessed that it would be deserted during the day but something like that was never certain. It was a public park after all. There was only one vehicle parked several spaces down from her. A white twin cap ute with a large number on the side. The type that are used in mines and construction sites. Her heart thumped in her chest. It had to be his. The urge to flee welled up in her for a moment. It was one thing to fantasise about this kind of thing, another to actually be here in a park waiting for your lover to come and take you on an adventure.
With fluttering nerves in her stomach she checked her hair in the rear view mirror and then forced her wobbly legs to stand up beside her car. Her guess had been right, it was his car. He emerged as the same time as her. Gravel crunched under her feet as she walked over towards him.
“Hello,” she was surprised that her voice worked.
“Hello,” he smiled down at her sending a wave of heat through her body. Not for the first time that day Lisa was aware of her cunt throbbing between her legs. Brent reached down and took her hand, “Let’s go for a walk and see what we can find shall we?” There was a glint in his eyes that reassured her that this was not going to be an innocent walk in the park. Between her legs she became aware of a hot wetness to accompany the aching throb caused by the feeling of his body against hers.
They came to a deck overlooking a small lake. Egrets dabbled around in the shallows and further out a pair of ducks swam peacefully.
“Nice place,” Brent commented as he put his arms around Lisa and bent down to kiss her lips. Heat melted through her entire body as she felt herself surrounded by his body. The quiet power of his large frame almost overwhelmed her, she was entirely putty in his arms, completely at his mercy. Still kissing her he moved her around so that she was resting against the railing of the deck. His hand travelled down her back and over her arse, seeking the hem of her dress. Eagerly she opened her legs, inviting him to touch her wherever he pleased.
He did not disappoint, without hesitation his hand found the waist of her panties and slipped down over her mound to enter her slick wet slit. She whimpered against his mouth as he stroked her lightly, all the while keeping her pressed against him with his other arm.
“Someone is a bit excited,” he whispered, looking down at her intently. The heat in Lisa’s body was matched by the fire she saw in his eyes. In response, she pressed her hand against the front of his jeans.
“I think we both are,” she responded with a sly grin.
“Lets see where this path goes,” he took her hand and led her into the bush. Behind them Lisa thought that she heard the crunch of a footstep. She wanted to look over her shoulder but she didn’t want to alert Brent to the secret she shared with her husband. Beside the track they had followed was a convenient log, Brent sat down and pulled her towards him so that she was standing in front of him. His hand stroked the inside of her leg as his fingers worked their way inside the elastic of her panties. Automatically Lisa parted her knees and let out a sigh of anticipation. She was not dissapointed his fingers worked their way into her dripping wet cunt.
“If you weren’t wearing any panties I could out my tongue in there,” he whispered urgently.
“I can fix that,” she replied equally as urgently wriggling her arse as her knickers hit the ground.
Brent reached down, picked them up and stuffed them into the pocket of his jeans, “For later,” he grinned before he lifted the hem of her skirt to slide his tongue into her slit. Lisa let out a throaty groan as he teased her swollen throbbing clit. Her fingers gripped the back of his head, pushing his face against her pussy. For a moment she opened her eyes, long enough to catch a glimpse of a familiar figure standing against a tree about 50 meters away from them. She smiled seductively at him allowing herself to fantasise for a moment about what would be waiting for her at home tonight.
The feeling of a finger slipping inside her brought Lisa’s attention quickly back to the present. Her knees parted further and she looked down into a pair of intently burning eyes. “I think you need something else to fill that space,” he commented as his fingers fucked her slowly. She had lost the ability to speak properly, but she managed a nod in response.
Quickly Brent unzipped his jeans and lifted his hips to free his cock. Unable to stop herself Lisa bent down and slid her lips down over his velvety warm shaft. Her tongue swirled around the head of his erection before she took a second stroke sinking her lips down as far as she could. The head of his cock pressed against her throat but she welcomed the feeling of her throat being filled. She held her mouth there for as long as she could before he lifted her away.
“I want to fuck you,” he said simply as he rolled a condom down his cock before he grasped her around her hips and guided her down on to him.
As the tip of his cock touched her cunt he gripped her harder resisting her motion downwards. The urge to slam him inside her was strong and she fought him for a moment.
“This is the best part,” he whispered, “feel it.”
There was a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead as he struggled to control himself as well as her. Slowly he slid her down on to him the wet folds of her cunt opened over him, welcoming his hot cock as it filled her. When he was fully inside her he held her still on his lap twitching his cock inside her.
“The only thing that would make this better would be if your husband was watching,” He said.
The look on his face made Lisa wonder for a moment if he had guessed the setup she had planned. Did he know her husband was back there loitering beside a tree watching them?
Brent moved her hips rocking the hardness of his cock against her g spot. Suddenly it didn’t matter all that mattered was the cock inside her, the strong arms around her and the pleasure that was coursing through her body. She struggled to be quiet conscious that anyone could happen along and find them but in the end she didn’t care she just wanted to be fucked, hard.
She wasn’t disappointed.
As some of my colleagues and I shared a drink to celebrate the end of another week attempting to educate other people’s children the conversation turned to what everyone was planning for Valentine’s Day. A range of ideas were shared including simple nights in watching movies to potential dinner dates and movie dates to the heavily promoted “Fifty Shades of Grey”.
I have mixed feelings about this book/movie franchise. Reqding the first book didnt convince me it was a good idea to spend my hard earned cash or precious time on the second and third books. For me the book consisted of a string of unrealistic scenarios that titillated a little at first but became monotonous as time went on.
The thing that really got under my skin was how unrealistic everything was. I mean how many people out there have an earth shattering number of orgasms the first time we have sex? How many twenty year old virgins would even consider getting in to a relationship with someone as intense and demanding as Christian Grey, no matter how much money he had? I understand that the reason for the book’s popularity is the whole Mills and Boon style romantic fantasy. I also get that for most people this is the first book they have read that describes sex in graphic detail.Maybe that is why the books took off; not because they are good literature but because it is different.
As part of a promotion for the movie release a local radio station has this week been running a segment featuring a couple whose sex life has wandered away from regular lust filled nights to more mundane and less regular sessions. The deal was that the couple were to spend the week having sex every day, trying something that they hadn’t tried each time. Of course bondage featured as one of the ‘tasks’ the couple were required to complete but the whole focus was more on increasing the intimacy between them based on the alarming statistic that 70% of couples don’t feel there is enough intimacy in their relationship.
At the end of the week the sum up for the couple was that being forced in a way to complete the tasks and make the effort made a difference. This may come as a surprise to you all but I found many similarities between their situation and my own. Yes I am a sex goddess but I am also a full time teacher and a super mother. Sometimes the sex goddess is a role I only put on for other people in the same way that you clean your house for guests and put out the good china.
During this week I decided to take on board some of what the radio station guinea pigs were doing. I made sure I put priority on cuddles and doing the things I know Mr Jones likes. We talked about being more intimate and communicated our thoughts and ideas. I put in the sex goddess for him as well as my other fans. In the end it worked. The little rift that was opening up between us has closed nicely.In true superwoman style I was able to still cover all my other bases, including being a legendary sex goddess for Pet, and still rock the world with my husband. Somi have to agree with the line that was being promoted on the radio station, sometimes the excuses offered for a decrease in intimacy between couples are just that, excuses. If you make you relationship a priority those excuses fade away.
So where does all this fit into Fifty Shades? There are a lot of articles and blog posts that express different viewpoints about FSOG. Many of the ones I have come across are quite negative. My thoughts; There are issues with this book. It does stylise and romanticise bondage in a way that doesn’t help people who are genuinely curious, it does make the abuse of power in a relationship look romantic and desirable and it definitely presents a very inaccurate picture of the BDSM world. But there are positives about it. In a world obsessed with sex but full of people who don’t know how to go about making their relationships more satisfying at least it got some of us talking about sex. At the least it opened the mainstream public’s eyes to the possibility that there is something other than lights out missionary position, once a year sex. It is up to the community of enlightened people now to continue with the momentum and get more helpful, positive stories and information out there.
Good Morning and Happy Christmas to you all! As a little gift to you I have posted a continuation from Last week’s entry “Shave”. It is only short but I know you will enjoy it.
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Howard waited, face down on the bed, his nylon covered ass in the air, quivering with anticipation. Every nerve in his body was on edge, every sensation amplified. The touch of her fingers against his nylon clad buttocks was like a jolt of electricity straight to his cock. Slowly and tentatively she began her exploration of him beginning with tracing the edges of the panties with her fingers. Her nails grazed his skin ever so slightly and triggered a memory of those same nails dragging over his back as he fucked her. Sneakily her finger slipped under the elastic wriggling between the fabric and the skin. Her hot breath and the sound of her breathing made him aware of how closely she was studying him, he wanted desperately to see her cunt again so that he could watch it swell with her arousal and study the moisture collecting.
Pink nylon tightened around his balls as she slid the elastic of the panties back to display his bare butt cheek, jolting him back to what was happening. Her fingers almost tickled him as they gently played over his ass, touching, exploring and kneading his butt cheeks before pulling them open to display his hole covered by the fabric of her panties. Inside his belly he quivered, not knowing what was coming but wanting it all, totally trusting and receptive to whatever she did, impatient for whatever she had in mind but mostly, more aroused that he ever remembered being.
The first sting of her hand against his butt cheek startled him. A gasp of surprise and pleasure / pain jolted through him followed by a shudder as her fingers stroked the area she had just slapped teasing the tingling flesh with kindness and a graze of fingernails. Unbelievably the attention heightened his senses before she slapped him again sending an even more intense sting of pleasure / pain through him. This time she followed it up with several more slaps in quick succession setting his ass momentarily on fire. He groaned into the pillow hungry for more but dreading the sharp sting her hand made as it made contact with his flesh.
Her fingernails dragging across the burning red marks her hand had just made were intense. His body convulsed in sensation he didn’t know if it was pain or pleasure or an insane mix of both, all he knew was he wanted more. She moved her attention to the other side of his ass, sliding the elastic across his butt cheek into his ass crack as she had with the first side. This time her exploration was more cursory. Like him she was more interested in the sharp connection of her palm with his bare flesh.
Sounds of bare palm connecting with bare flesh filled the room as she delivered several more slaps sending the temperature of his ass soaring. Gasps of surprise decreased into moans of feeling as the burning descended into pleasant tingling. He waited, bracing himself wondering what might be coming next. He knew she had more implements resting on the bed beside him, some of them she had used before but like him this was all new to her she was still feeling her way.
As always she surprised him. She ignored the implements she had laid out and continued with her exploration. Gently she pulled aside the knickers and spread his legs apart further. His cock was pushed into the mattress momentarily taking his attention away from her exploring fingers, tentatively she touched his butt hole. Her fingernails traced around the outline before she dipped into it slightly, testing his resistance. Every ounce of his concentration was focussed on her attention. He was aware of every detail of sensation from the slight scrape of her fingernails to the warm waft of her breath against his skin. She continued to explore further down his crack, pressing gently against the sensitive skin behind his balls.
Involuntarily he gave a little groan as she pressed against his prostate. Impossibly his cock grew harder and the pleasure shuddered through him sending a muffled groan out of his mouth. Every fibre of his body was straining towards his butt hole waiting, wanting, aching for her to enter him to stretch him open and fill him in a way that no woman ever had.
My blogging life began as writing short stories describing my experiences and fantasies. I had dreams of making a career out of writing erotica. As it turns out so do a lot of other people, especially since the publication of Fifty Shades of Grey. I have participated in Wicked Wednesday regularly as Gemma Jones from Erotic Adventures but this is my first as Mrs Jones. If you like it please leave a comment and make sure you check out the other entries at the Wicked Wednesday Page.
“Mr Portman will be with you shortly” the immaculately groomed receptionist, smiled at Natalie, “Would you like to take a seat?” She gestured at the small couches lining the wall of the reception area.
“Thank you,” Natalie returned the smile before she turned to perch nervously on one of the couches. Carefully she flicked through the contents of her portfolio checking that her documents were in order. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, she had a lot of hopes and dreams pinned on this meeting. For over a year she had wanted to work for this company, now she was one interview away from realising. The butterflies in her stomach hit panic mode and her fingers started to tremble at this rate she would be unable to give an intelligent answer to anyone, she had to get control of herself.
“Mr Portman will see you now,” the receptionist opened the door to the side of her desk, gesturing towards the hallway.
“Thank you,” Natalie took a deep breath to calm herself as she stood up and smoothed down her skirt. As she passed the doorway She fought the urge to check her reflection in the glass of the door.
“It is the first door on the left,” the receptionist indicated as Natalie stepped past her.
“Thank you,” Natalie replied. The hallway seemed infinitely long as she made her way to the door on the left. The butterflies in her stocks fluttered in panic as she reached out for the door handle. She gave herself a hard mental shove, it was just an interview. The door handle clicked before the door swung silently open to reveal a spartan office dominated by a large wooden desk and the powerful figure of a man sitting behind it. All of the breath left Natalie’s body as she realised who he was. The memory of the last time she had seen him slammed into her mind completely taking away her ability to speak.
“Hello Natalie,” Mr Portman stood up and stepped out from behind his desk to hold his hand out to her. His presence filled the room and completely engulfed Natalie in exactly the same way as it had when she had met him before, “please call me Brian.” He took Natalie’s hand and grasped it firmly. For a split second she thought he was going to kiss her hand but he didn’t. Instead he guided her to a seat in the corner of his office. Natalie sank into the chair, grateful that she didn’t have to will her legs to hold her up any longer. Valiantly she struggled to focus on the situation and banish the images that were flooding her mind.
“Would you like a coffee or something before we get started?” His voice caressed over her in the way that she remembered making her cunt throb and a warm wetness dampened the gusset of her panties.
“Just a glass of water,” she replied with a smile. She forced herself to look up into his eyes, his whole manner and expression were completely professional, there wasn’t a single hint that he had remembered anything about her. Disappointment stabbed through her gut twisting like a knife inside her. That single encounter with him had fuelled her fantasies many times over the last two weeks. More than once she had thought about him tracing her lips with his cock as she fingered herself in the darkness of her bedroom. Automatically she took the glass he offered her, daring another glance into his eyes but again she was disappointed there was nothing there but steely blue professionalism.
Settling his tall frame in the chair across from her Brian began the interview. Everything about him was formal and businesslike, there was no hint of the man she remembered, the one with with the leather jeans and a bare chest that she had met at Fetish Empire two weeks ago. The one that had tied her hands behind her back and made her worship his cock before he spread her legs and worshipped her in a way she hadn’t believed was possible. Natalie followed his lead and kept her mind focussed on where she was. She reminded herself of what was at stake, she didn’t want to throw away her long held dream just because of a man she had fucked at a club. No matter how good the fucking had been.
As the interview drew to a close Natalie allowed herself to relax a little. She admired the way his body filled his suit and also the way he approached his work. She could see that Brian Portman was more than a man in a pair of leather trousers with a talent for mixing pleasure and pain. He was very good at his job. It confirmed the reason why she had come here in the first place, Bradman and Street had a reputation for employing exceptional business people and she wanted more than anything to be part of that. Her resolve was firm, no skeletons in hers or anyone else’s closet were going to jeopardise her chances.
Brian gathered together his papers signalling the end of the interview. Natalie followed his lead and stood to leave. As she passed him in the doorway she inhaled his scent, it was the same as she remembered, her body responded automatically. Looking up her eyes were locked by the fire in his. The business only manner had left him. Heat flushed through Natalie and a fresh patch of wetness formed on her panties.
“I am sure we will be seeing much more of each other in the future,” Brian’s voice caressed Natalie like smooth silk fanning the heat in her cheeks. “We always have room here for talented young people like yourself.” His hand rested on the small of her back, guiding her through the doorway.
“I hope so,” she replied, “in whatever capacity you are able to use my talents.”
As she walked down the hallway Natalie could feel his eyes on her ass. It confirmed what she had always thought, she was definitely going to like working here.