Spare

A very short but sweet first attempt at a Wank Wednesday prompt. I didn't manage to find my muse on this one but I've tried, at least! Go have a look at Ruby's website, there's some delightful stuff on there. :)~~~p { margin-bottom: 0.21cm; } Shannon knew that it was tantamount to prostitution to bed a Jer'Tht but she needed to know. She had long fantasised about being brought by multiple limbs, some entirely useless apart from for this purpose.Lee was gentle but forceful, battering Shannon's senses as he stroked, squeezed and penetrated her simultaneously. He seemed thrilled by her response, yet he never spoke. Shannon couldn't concentrate on the curious hue of her tormentor, such was the intensity with which he worked her. When it was over, Shannon felt a pang of loss, knowing that six...

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Court: A Fuck Me Friday Story

With thanks to Aisling Weaver for this fantastic idea. It’s the middle of the night. I know I shouldn’t be here but it’s so quiet and peaceful and sometimes I think it’s the only place I feel I can really think, unhindered by other worries. The security lights went off about an hour ago and it’s completely dark. My only gripe is that I am alone. I still can’t quite believe how long it has been since you left me. I’m slightly embarrassed to say that I’ve been coming here a lot in recent months, just to remember you. I never would have thought we could even break into the tennis centre if you hadn’t dragged me along that night in June, when the stars were bright and the air was warm and cool, and it seemed the whole world was asleep except you and me. We lay on our backs in the middle of the...

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Ooh! Comments!

I got a wonderful comment on One Last Time Again from Erotica writer Jaye Raymee, who has an imagination far more wicked than mine and a penchant for finding erotica in the most interesting places: "I loved the intensity, esp the inner turmoil and passion! All in addition to the hot, slippery, pulse-raising naughty bits!" *Beams* You should go check her out. Especially her most recent offering, lesbian encounter Seeking, which I thoroughly enjoy...

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Solving Mysteries, and Leaving Them Unsolved

Recently I have been writing about the same characters a lot. I didn't set out to do this, I just had lots of ideas, and as they've come to fruition I've realised that the tone and the behaviour of the pair slots together. The story of these characters has become a jigsaw puzzle to me, all the pieces in the wrong order with the gaps just begging to be filled. I don't want to write a chronological account of the encounters of these characters, as I feel it would lose a lot of the romance. Nor do I want to fill in ALL the gaps, as I think it would ruin the mystery of how the characters connect. All I know is that I cannot stop writing them, nor do I especially want to as they can be sickeningly cute at times and so gut-wrenchingly heartbreaking at others. I've never felt so controlled by characters...

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One Last Time Again, Final Part

p { margin-bottom: 0.21cm; } Follows on from Part 4. I fumble with your cock, try and pull you into me. You are a little shorter than me, but we're standing up and the angle is still all wrong. I move into the corner of the shower cubicle, stand up on my tiptoes on the ledge around the bottom, and with a thrust you are in me, and I moan loudly, tears squeezing from my eyes because nothing I've ever experienced comes close to being as amazing as the feel of you inside me, the weight of my body bringing you further into me with every upward thrust from your hips. Your mouth is on my breast, your tongue flicking across my nipple, sucking the moisture from my skin, your hand cupping my breast from underneath, squeezing and feeling and experiencing as you send shivers of pleasure shooting...

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NB:

I feel very strange about posting a sex scene for the first time. I tend to focus on the erotic nature of a moment, rather than the actual act of sex. But I'm quite glad I have posted it. I think that sex can be beautifully and passionately written, and I hope that I have captured the wonder of the moment that I feel for my characters when I am writing th...

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One Last Time Again, Part 4

p { margin-bottom: 0.21cm; } Follows on from Part 3. I pull into the space by your house, and we get out and go into your building, your small but perfect ground floor flat. We sit in your kitchen and I sip water. We make small talk. I'm getting cold and slowly realise I'm still wearing my sweaty running gear. “Can I use your shower?” I ask. You find me a towel and leave me in the bathroom. I turn on the shower, peel off my clothes and step in, the hot water a stark contrast to my apparently freezing body. The pounding jet is heaven against my sore limbs. I wonder again why I'm here. The shower opens and you're standing there, looking at me. I know that I'm naked but I don't feel embarrassed. Even after all the time we've been apart, being with you is still natural, like breathing. Water...

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