The Frog Prince – Part One. (An adult fairy-tale)

For J. Here’s to a new beginning.❤

The Frog Prince

(Part One)

Are we sitting comfortably? We are? Then I’ll begin.

Once upon a time in a galaxy far, far away there was an evil galactic empire… Oh shit! Sorry, wrong story. Let’s start again.

Once upon a time in land far, far away… That is if you were walking but if you took a plane then you could be there in no time at all, maybe after watching a couple of movies and scoffing down some of those nice in-flight meals. If that’s your plan then I recommend, when booking your ticket, requesting the non-standard meals like vegetarian or kosher so you get served first.

Ok, I’m getting off track. If I do this again then please pull me up on it or I’ll ramble on for hours, forget where I was and we’ll never get finished.

So once upon a time, yada-yada-yada, in this far away land lived a beautiful woman called Aunt Francesca. She was so named because; well because Francesca was her name and she happened to be an aunt. It seems pretty self-explanatory, doesn’t it? I hope I’m not going to have to explain everything to you. Am I?

Now the beautiful Aunt Francesca lived in an expensive house, in an expensive suburb which overlooked a very expensive river.

What makes a river expensive? You may well ask. Well, go on, ask.

Unlike a cheap and bog-standard river this one always flowed with the most polite and gentle tranquillity. It was always clean and fresh. It never ran too fast or too slow but “just right” and the water reflected the sunlight and moonlight with a shimmering perfection. If that wasn’t enough it also made the cutest burbling and gurgling sounds as it tumbled over some high-end, top of the line designer rocks but never too loudly to be a disturbance. But most importantly, no matter what the season the river always kept a steady level and never ran dry or flooded the houses that sat upon its banks because that sort of behaviour would have been very rude and quite terribly common. This was a highly respectable and well-behaved river because that’s the way it was raised to be and all those who lived along its bucolic banks appreciated that.

And so it was into this small kingdom of wealth, privilege and exquisite good taste that one fine day came a young Princess. Now for all you rowdy republicans out there can I just say, she wasn’t a real Princess, so please put away your pitchforks and guillotine.

So, not a real Princess. Not like if a Daddy-king fucked a Mummy-Queen and they didn’t use a condom because they were too drunk after that Grand Ball. Although he had promised to pull out before the big moment… Well, you know how it is after a few too many giddy cotillions; when you’re off-your-face pissed from far too many bottles of “Champers” and decide you just have to have some of that hot royal “totty” doggy-style on the palace balcony?

Trust me, shit like that really happens. And that’s how you get a “real” Princess.

But as I’ve said, not a real Princess. There was no royalty in her family except for maybe Great Uncle Bob who a few years ago changed her name (and other things) to Queen Titania and now lives down south with her partner, Puck. But that’s a fairy-tale for another time.

For this tall tale of truthfulness our Princess is so named, Michelle. She was given the title “Princess” by her Aunt Francesca who doted on her and crowned her so during one of her infrequent flying visits. Aunt Francesca had the tendency to swoop in on a moment’s notice with presents and kisses, spread magic and joy, and then leave again in a flash. But everyone loved her for the magic she brought into their lives and Michelle was no exception.

To Aunt Francesca, little Michelle was a sweet and perfect child who was all love and light. Of course she only saw her on those brief, well-behaved, occasions and for only a few hours at a time when she passed in and out of the family’s life. She wasn’t there when Michelle had that infamous case of diarrhoea which was so bad they had to repaint the ceiling, it took four coats. Or the time, at age eight, she decided to give all the neighbourhood boys an anatomy lesson in “What’s the difference between girls and boys?” This incident wouldn’t have been so bad except for the part where she charged for the privilege of looking in her knickers. It all came to light when her little brother complained to their parents because she wouldn’t give him a family discount. Also, Aunt Francesca wasn’t there the time the cops had to be called in, including a horse mounted riot squad, to break up her eighteenth birthday party. Of course Aunt Francesca has seen the video of the naked woman galloping down the street on one of the riot squad horses. Yes, she saw the naked woman, riding up and down the street yelling and screaming and waving either a police baton or a very large dildo at the gathering crowd. She saw “said naked woman” being chased by an angry, embarrassed and very dismounted police officer. But as she rightly points out, the riot squad helmet the naked woman is wearing completely masks her identity. So just because the naked woman is wearing a satin sash, which covers the right bits to make it YouTube safe, and it reads “Birthday Girl” is not true and proper proof that her dear and precious “Princess” was the one who went all Lady Godiva for the local and national six o’clock, nine o’clock and eleven o’clock news.

But at this moment in time when Princess Michelle arrives in Aunt Francesca’s little kingdom she doesn’t bring her usual badness and gladness. No, on this occasion she unfortunately brings only a heart-weary sadness with her.

For you see, Princess Michelle was here to get away for a time from her old life. Or to be more precise, she wanted to get away from her bastard of a boyfriend. That same bastard of a boyfriend who she’d caught in the act of going down on her supposed best friend. If that double betrayal wasn’t enough she also had to face that they’d been doing it in the bed that she’d just finished paying for. Just like everything else in their third-floor flat because the talentless prick was having a tough time breaking into the music business. She loved that bed. It had taken her an age to find one she liked and with a mattress that gave her a good night’s sleep and didn’t leave her feeling like she’d been sleeping on a pile of pea sized rocks all night.

If that hadn’t been bad enough he’d also been using her favourite vibrator to get the skank of a so-called friend off. Eww, who does that? Who uses someone else’s sex toys without asking? Sure, it’s not like her skank of a so-called friend hadn’t had a go with the toy before but that time was totally different. That time they’d both been really drunk and had crashed on the bed to watch the second season of The L-Word on DVD. A few episodes in things had got a little heated, hot, horny, very wet, and some mutual experimentation took place but the point is it was her fucking toy and she’d decide who, when and where it did its fucking vibrating!

Actually this total disregard for other people really shouldn’t have surprised her as bastard of a boyfriend was generally crap in bed and utterly terrible at giving head. You’d probably see more enthusiastic tongue action from a lactose intolerant vegan at an All-Natural ice-cream eating competition. Most of the time she had to take care of herself with the help of that damn vibrator. A perfectly good vibrator, a well-loved vibrator, now useless and sullied with icky grool from that back-stabbing skank of a so-called friend.

I know what you’re thinking. A bastard of a boyfriend in bed with a skank of a so-called friend. is so cliché? Yes, we know it isn’t ground breaking but it happened, so get the fuck over it!

Cliché would also mean she’d burst into tears and ran from the room. This did not happen. OK that did happen. But when the tears eventually came, it was later and after she’d kicked those two cheating fucks out of her bed and out of her home. Oh and when I say kicked I do mean that literally as our Princess Michelle was well versed in the fighting forms of Krav Maga. That along with having just the teeny-tiniest bit of a temper meant when she opened a can of “Whoopass” it wasn’t the single-serve type. Oh no, this was family-size bulk-buy can and so there was plenty to go around. You do remember what I said about what happened on her eighteenth Birthday? She didn’t get that police horse “just” by being naked and flashing her birthday sash.

By the way, if you’re interested in the Krav Maga then it’s taught on Thursday evenings in the dance studio above the lesbian bookshop on the high street. The one next to Flower Shop run by those three Romanian sisters. I have no idea what they’re saying but if you use a lot of hand gestures they pretty much get your order right. Also I was quite surprised to see how many books there were by, as well as on the subject of lesbians. But what do I know.

By the next day Princess Michelle had got herself pretty much together so when the bastard of a boyfriend came back round to “Talk it over” she could give him his stuff with a certain degree of emotional detachment. That is, she emotionally detached herself of all his clothes, guitar and PS3 and all via the bedroom window of their once happy third-story home. Oh and if anyone asks, it was totally by accident that she clocked him in the head with that now infamous skank-sullied vibrator.

But as days and weeks went by it became clear that the home she’d shared with bastard of a boyfriend had far too many memories. She needed space to clear her mind and she wasn’t going to find it here. She didn’t want to go home to her parents who would give her the “I told you so” routine. They’d never liked him much and that had turned to active dislike when last Christmas Day, while pulling into their driveway, he’d run over her mother’s cat. This animosity towards him was further compounded by him running over her dad’s “Best in show” dog as they made the frantic journey to get the cat to the Vet. Luckily both animals survived but Mr Wiggles never went to Crufts again and you don’t want to know what a Vet charges for a call-out on Christmas Day.

Princess Michelle needed a quiet place to think. She needed a loving and non-judgemental environment where she could soothe her wounded pride and start to rebuild her life. For the first time in a while she smiled as there was only one such place. She thought of her dear Aunt Francesca who was always offering an open invitation to come visit. It was time for a journey, a time for healing, a time for a new start and time to get a new mother-fucking vibrator.

To be continued…

Fantasy #004: Head in the clouds.

Fantasy #004: Head in the clouds

It’s been a long flight. Heathrow to Auckland via Los Angeles is never an easy trip. Almost 24hr in the air with only a few hours stop-over can wear anyone out. But it won’t be long now. A few more hours and we’ll be touching down and then I can get you alone in the hotel and give you a proper Kiwi welcome.

With all the lights out it’s dark except for the odd pool of light towards the front of the cabin where a few people are still up and reading. Everyone else seems to be taking advantage of the darkness and trying to get in some sleep. You’re sitting by the window but the blackness out beyond the wing holds no interest so you lean against me with your head resting on my shoulder. You’re in that special world somewhere between waking and sleeping. You’re snuggled beneath the blanket with one hand resting on my thigh and your soft breath feels warm and comforting on my neck. I turn my head to lose myself in the soft cloud of your loose hair. Almost a day in this plane but the familiar scent of your shampoo wafts up and brings back a flood of thoughts and memories that puts a smile on my face.

I’ll admit I started it because I was bored and couldn’t face watching another movie but also because I just wanted to touch you. I don’t think you really know the affect you have on me. A look, a smile, your scent and I’m either ready to melt into your arms or be rock hard and ready to tear your clothes off. So I thought, just a bit of harmless fun to pass the time would be great. Although you could also call it a lecherous grope depending on your view.

I slide my hand under the blanket and start to rub gently up and down your thigh. At first it’s on top of the loose skirt you wore for the flight but soon my actions cause the loose covering to ride up so eventually I’m sliding my hand over your warm naked skin. You feel so soft and smooth and the flesh beneath my fingers radiates a heat that spreads to smoulder between my own thighs.

My hand reaches the junction between your thighs and cups your pussy through your panties. So warm and is that a little dampness in the heat? I can’t remember exactly which pair you’re wearing today but by the feel they’re the lacy kind and I use your fashion choice against you. My fingers rub up and down your slit pushing the slightly abrasive material between your wet silky lips to heighten the stimulation. You push your hips forward to meet my pressing fingers with your own wanting need. Your movements become more urgent when I use my thumb to slowly rub around your clit. Close enough to excite but just far enough away so that your thrusts against my hand becomes a little frantic.

I like the effect my fingers are having as you turn your head to capture my mouth with your own and I help muffle your moans with my lips. You twist your body to get as close to me as possible. If it wasn’t for the seating and all our fellow passengers I think you’d be in my lap by now. But the twisting of your body against me has allowed my hand to move more freely between your thighs and as they open invitingly for me and I take full advantage.

I pull your panties aside and slip my fingers into you. I feel your body react to the intense sensation and your thighs seek to close themselves in response. My other hand grips your thigh tightly to keep you open and available as my fingers slip in deeper. So warm, so tight and so very slippery. The intensity of our kiss becomes deeper and more passionate. I tease you by matching the actions of my fingers with my tongue and stroke your most sensitive flesh. But I don’t ignore your throbbing clit and pull my wet fingers from your body to stroke and pleasure it before once again plunging them back inside.

But you now want to play a part in this game and reach under my blanket and frantically unzip me and pull my cock from my fly. I’m a lucky man as you’re too far gone for any teasing and your hands actions mirror the urgency of your hips. Up and down they move gripping and stroking with your palm gently gliding over the head. I add my own thrusting hips as I desperately seek more from your soft and delicate but knowingly erotic touch.

We know each other’s bodies so well that the most simple of touches draws forth the most intense of sensations. Our mouths aren’t enough and we bury our faces into each other’s neck in a desperate attempt to keep our cries of passion just between us. There with lips and tongues we feast on any available flesh just as we did before in each other’s mouths.

You cum…

Your whole body tenses around mine. Pussy convulses around my fingers, thighs squeeze my hand, an arm grips tight to my shoulder and your mouth presses hard up against my ear. From the depths of your core comes a moan of the most anguished pleasure which send shivers coursing through my body. That combined with your other squeezing hand around my cock signals my own release and I thrust wildly within your loving grip and into the blanket covering my lap.

In the quiet darkness we just sit holding each other until the tremors fade and the realisation of where we are starts to return.

I hear a slight clearing of the throat and turn to see one of the flight attendants standing there with a tray of warm damp towels.

“Here you go. I thought you might need these,” she says offering one to each of us.

I look at you and share a naughty smile then we look at her trying to act contrite even if we feel far from it.

“Don’t worry. You were very discrete but I’ve been doing this run for a few years now and can spot the signs. We’ll be landing soon. So now you’re all done I can now go turn on the cabin lights.” She gives us a big grin. “Thanks for flying with…”

We smile and thank her. After she has gone we discretely clean ourselves up beneath the blankets but hopefully more discretely than our previous activities. Playtime is over and we must now return to the real world of getting ourselves organised for arrival. But as things are packed away and tidied up there are still moments to catch your eye and smile and relive the fun we’ve had. Time enough to cup your soft cheek with my palm and lean in for a lingering kiss. I see your smile, I see your beauty and I see the sparkle in your eye announcing the fun on this trip has only just begun.

A little gangbang

I was browsing through Tumblr and just admiring the images of shoes, cats and erotic but stylish photos when I came across this one which can only be described as pornographic. I could do a whole post about my thoughts on women and pornography but this isn’t the time. This is about the fantasy scenario that came from the image. If you’ve read any of my other stuff then you’ll know I’m romantic as fuck. I like long walks on the beach, holding hands and those cute little teddy bears with “I❤ U” stitched into the chest. But sometimes I just want to fuck. I’m talking sloppy blow jobs, scratch marks down your back and the primal desire to bend some chick over and pound her roughly while she’s begging for more.

Fantasy #003: A little gangbang

I slide between your thighs and into the wetness of your cunt. Your legs wrap around my waist to welcome me into that tight hot hole of yours that at the moment isn’t feeling that tight. I shouldn’t be surprised and I’m certainly not complaining. I’d watched happily as man after man took you, used you and filled you with their cum. So you’re not as tight as you usually are but as I slide in and out of you I have to admit you’re still a great cunt. The sensations and sounds of fucking into such a sloppy hole are certainly a turn-on and the way you wrap your arms around my neck to draw me in for the most passionate of kisses says you are enjoying it just as much as me.

I could stay like this forever. Above you, in you, arms around you with my tongue playing with yours whilst my cock soaks in the depths of your cunt. But I look up and see the man with the camera and remember we aren’t here just for our pleasure but for all those paying customers who’ve handed over good money and expect a show. So let’s give them one.

I motion for Jo, who up till now has been entertaining the other men, to come on over and join us. She straightens up from her position of being bent over so that both her mouth and cunt can service the waiting cocks surrounding her. She gives a big smile for the camera as she wipes the back of her hand slowly across her cheek to clear away some cum that’s missed its target. She pauses, in her typically dramatic Jo way, and then keeping eye contact with the camera licks it all up. She’s like the cat who’s got her cream and swallows it down with a smacking of lips and the happy exclamation of “Yummy.”

I watch, stroking my cock still wet and sticky from your cunt, as Jo kneels over your face and offers her well fucked holes to your lips and tongue. Your arms reach up to draw her down till she’s settled comfortably over your face. She then leans forward to bury her mouth between your eagerly spread thighs. I turn to look at the TV to get a better view of what the camera is seeing and momentarily stand transfixed as we witness the collective cum, of the countless men who have fucked, her ooze from her cunt and slide into your open and anticipating mouth. When the initial flow has ceased you turn to the camera and show the white frothy load being churned by your delicate pink tongue before swallowing it down. You then press your lips to her slimy cunt above you with your tongue digging deep into her hole in search of more cum to taste. You grasp at her arse cheeks to pull her firmly on to your tongue. This exposes her arsehole which shows all the obvious signs of being well fucked and causes cum to leak from it. You wait with an expectant tongue out ready to scoop it up as it slides down through her cunt lips.

But Jo has also been busy while you’ve been sucking the cum out of her fuck holes. Her blonde head has been buried between your spread thighs. Her mouth feverishly attacking your clit in the rough way you like. Sucking hard, slurping on it like it were a strawberry milkshake. Hard flicks of her tongue and not so gentle bites have you thrusting your hips up demanding more. All while doing this her busy fingers pry apart your swollen pussy lips and thrust deep into your cunt. She started with two but now uses three to relentlessly shove hard up your cunt. She holds them flat to stretch you out as she finger-fucks you. This also allows her to scoop out the combined cum of you and all the men that have had you. She then greedily slurps it into her mouth before then continuing to ram those long slim fingers back up you and once again refasten her mouth to your clit.

We stand around and watch. All the men who have had you can’t wait to have you again. Hands on our cocks which are so hard from what we are witnessing before us. The cameras also watches and pans over your bodies seeking close-ups of hungry mouths and pink and glistening holes. It’s such a view to watch “our” cunts eating cunt, sluts eating sloppy fuck holes and the knowledge that soon we will all be once again fucking these two cock hungry whores and we won’t stop till they have taken all the cum we can give them.

We watch till we can take no more of the show. Although to you sluts and your constant moaning and whimpering this is more than just a show and you love eating and having your cunts eaten. But this isn’t just about you and while your fans are happy to see girl on girl action they have paid for a gangbang so it’s time for you two to take some cock… well actually a great deal of cock.

I sit in a chair and hold out my hand to you. You take it and I pull you on to my lap. We kiss and hands roam over sweat flushed skin groping and feeling all we can while our tongue’s tease and tangle in each other’s mouths. You then stand up and face away from me. I grasp my cock and hold it as you slowly lower yourself upon it. The camera zooms in on your face as the head of my cock butts against your arsehole. It captures your moans and the widening of your eyes as you lower yourself on to my thickness until the complete length of my cock is stretching you out and balls-deep up your arse. I wrap my arms around your stomach to hold you against me and give a couple of thrusts of my hips to further explore your tightest of holes. You in return push back on to my cock to show your appreciation for having your arse so full.

Sitting on my lap with your legs spread is a beautiful sight for the cameras. But when I spread my own knees it pushes yours further apart and gives everyone the best possible view of your wet cunt and your cock filled arse. I reach down to play with your clit and it doesn’t take much to get you going. Your body is super-sensitive to touch after all the cock and cum you’ve had, the men watching here and on-line and let’s not forget the lovely Jo and her magic tongue.

Speaking of Jo, here she comes now crawling on her hands and knees between the legs of all those naked men. She crawls past countless hard cocks but her eyes are only for you as she intently focuses on your cunt. She reaches you and stops with her lips mere inches from your pussy ones. Between your thighs the smell of cum and sex must be overpowering to her but the desire in her eyes and by the licking of her lips says she can’t wait for another taste of you. But I make her wait as I hold you locked to me with one strong arm as I use the other hand to play with your clit and slip my long thick fingers deep into your wetness. The combination of my cock in your arse and fingers up your cunt sends you over the edge and I can feel the waves of orgasm take your body as your arse squeezes my cock rhythmically as your muscles spasm.

Once reason returns the first thing you notice is Jo sucking and licking your juices off my fingers. There’s a hunger in this slut and it seems the only thing that can quench it is drinking from the well of your cunt and I’m not going to disappoint her. I reach out and take a handful of her hair and pull her face to what she wants most. Your head tilts back and a moan escapes your lips as hers go to work on pleasuring your body.

You turn your head and I capture your mouth with my own. My hands slide over your breasts and I give them the treatment they deserve. I move from soft strokes to hard squeezes depending on your body’s responses. If you want more I give it to you and then some. I give your nipples the same treatment and tug, flick and twist depending on whether your body wants to be teasingly pleasured or be pleasurably tortured.

You feel a change in Jo’s movements. You look down to see a man fucking her from behind. Her tongue and lips still fastened to your cunt but there’s an added sensation of her faced being rhythmically thrust into your groin. The first guy lasts for only a few minutes but he’s quickly replaced by a new and eager one. By the size of the eager crowd behind her it looks like Jo is going to be on her hands and knees getting her fuck holes used for quite a while yet. She tries to maintain her concentration but we all know Jo loves cock and is soon panting, moaning and pushing back at the thickness hammering into her. So you take matters into your own hands and reach for her head. Forcing her face into your cunt you start using her nose, lips and tongue to get you off. Jo is no longer fucking you with her face. It’s now you who is fucking her with your cunt. There she stays on hands and knees getting fucked from both ends of her body. You holding her up by her head while whatever guy is fucking her arse or cunt holds on to her hips. This is all that supports her limp and used body as she cycles through orgasm after orgasm as she revels in being the group’s fuck-toy and a cum-dump.

But while she’s having fun the rest of the men are growing anxious for a turn with this slut and so she’s pulled from your grasp and disappears under a swarm of male bodies. They bend and position her body so all three of her fuck holes can be used at once. You might not be able to see her now but you can certainly hear her. You can hear the sound of her sloppy cunt being filled, her cries to be arse-fucked harder and the unintelligible gagging noises she makes as thick cocks are forced down her throat and it only turns you on all the more.

But her three slutty holes aren’t enough and the men circle you now. You lean to the side and reach for the first cock you can grasp. You don’t look who it belongs to as that’s unimportant and all that matters is to get that cock into your mouth. You are so busy working it down your throat that you don’t even notice the guy trying to slide his cock up your cunt till he has the head lodged between your pussy lips. But you don’t miss a moment in your cock-sucking and only acknowledge being totally filled with three cocks by reaching out with both hands to grab two more cocks to wank and get hard for when it’s their turn.

I just sit there and enjoy the sensation of your arse moving up and down my cock. It’s not a conscious effort upon your part as you are just taking pleasure from being used. It’s the guy in your cunt who’s is giving you a rough fucking and it’s him that has you working up and down my cock. I watch as the guy in your mouth reaches for your head to start fucking your throat. Grabbing handfuls of hair he uses it like a leash to control you and I know it won’t be long till he clutches your face hard to his groin and pumps his cum into your stomach. I look round at the room and know he’ll only be the first of many and it’s going to be a long night.

So I just take the pleasure of your arse fucking my cock. Just as I take pleasure from watching your other holes being fucked. The camera captures all the debauchery but you’ve forgotten all about it as your eyes close and you give in to the ecstasy of being fucked, totally used and being a cum loving cam-whore.


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Rough Love

I was reading the comments from a post on AAG blog and came across this one…

I’d like a hate-fuck with someone I love. Is that possible?🙂

It struck a chord with me so I made a note of it and eventually it lead me to this.

Rough Love

“Wait till I get my hands on you, you little whore.”

His words cut through the silence of the room and made her step back as if the sheer force of his words had a physical presence to affect her.

He’d been stalking her around the old house for what seemed like an age. Hunting her like some animal. A cat and mouse game where she was definitely the prey.

He’d finally trapped her in the dining room and while she had the big table between them to keep her safe he was blocking the door and her only possible means of escape. She watched him intently from her side trying to figure what his next move might be. Every so often he would shout an insult, a taunt, a threat and she would either respond with chilly silence or a more violent retort of “Go fuck yourself you fucking perv,” to try and match him.

He would occasionally try to creep around the table to get to her and she would counter this by mirroring his movements to keep an even distance between them. But he’d only go so far so as not let her slip past him and out the door. He’d stop, give her an evil smile, and start slowly edging back the other way to begin this little dance all over again.

The room was quiet except for their heavy breathing brought on by the frantic movement of both predator and prey. A sheen of perspiration covered her skin giving ample evidence of her exertion to stay clear of his clutches. He’d come close once already. Luckily she’d escaped that time with just a torn blouse and popped buttons scattered across the floor. But the blouse was in shreds and exposed her breasts and hard pink nipples, flushed with adrenalin, to his leering gaze. She tried to project an air of defiance across the barrier that separated her from her attacker but the effort was marred by the constant need to grasp at the tattered shreds of her clothing to keep herself decently covered. She could see it in his eyes that this all amused and excited him but wasn’t sure if it was glimpses of her flesh or her desperate efforts to cover herself.

“I am going to get you bitch. You can’t escape me forever.”

“Fuck you!” she retorted. But wondered how long she could stay away from him. She knew what would happen if he caught her.

She’d laughed at him when he’d slipped and fallen to the hard wooden floor. His shout of triumph and the sound of tearing cloth were replaced by a loud thump and her mocking of his clumsiness as she scampered to relative safety. Just out of reach she’d continued to mock and ridicule him in an attempt to keep him off balance and from planning anything. But for his part he’d remained mostly quiet except for the odd comment about her “Nice tits!” which had her constantly and self consciously, adjusting her torn clothing.

It was this “clothing malfunction” that ultimately proved to be her undoing, for this round of the game. Her attempts to constantly keep covering her exposed breasts and remain the proper and decent “good girl” meant her concentration was divided. She knew she should keep her eyes firmly on the danger in front of her but the belief that she could do both allowed her to drop her gaze to evaluate the ruins of her blouse for just a moment too long.

When she looked up it was too late and he was already upon her. He was taller and heavier and his weight slammed her against the wall. For an instant she was stunned as the breath was knocked from her body. But then she fought back. Her arms came up and she tried to push him off, push him away. She really did try to fight but even as she struggled desperately for her freedom, in her heart she knew it was pointless and what was to happen next was already a foregone conclusion.

Eventually her energy to resist faded till she hung limply from his more powerful grip. When he felt the last of her resistance give he relaxed his grip slightly so to lean forward and whisper in her ear, his hot moist breath taunting her soft skin.

“Got you now you fucking little slut. I’m going to enjoy this, and if you’re half the whore I think you are, so will you.”

He spoke the words with such power and promise that her body shivered and she could feel the heat between her thighs instantly blossom and turn from what so far had been a mere anticipatory trickle into an almost flood of cum leaking from her cunt.

He ran his tongue across her exposed shoulder and up her neck tasting her skin and sweat. Then taking his time he marked her soft pale flesh with teeth to show both his dominance over her completely and announcing his ownership of her body to anyone who saw them. She tried to remain silent but the nips drew soft sighs and yelps that showed her pleasure at his touch.

He pulled her away from the wall and easily lifted her. His arms round her, strong and unyielding, bound them together so each could feel the others heartbeat and in silence he carried her down the long hallway towards the bedroom. Her much more delicate frame wrapped around him, long legs wound around his waist while her arms held tightly to his broad shoulders. Her head lay gently on his shoulder so she could whisper pleadingly in his ear, over and over again, “Please don’t. I’m a good girl, I’m a good girl.”

“As long as you’re a good cunt, I don’t give a fuck,” he said, throwing her down on to the bed.

She lay there looking up at him as he stripped naked. Pleading, “Please don’t,” over and over again as she slowly pulled up the loose flowing skirt, exposing more and more of her thigh till it bunched at her waist and revealed a sparse bed of curls crowning a glistening pink slit oozing with need.

“Please don’t hurt me, I’m a good girl. Please don’t fuck my cunt… and mouth… and especially my arse. Please don’t use me like a slut and a whore. Please don’t fill me with your cum and leave my fuck hole a sloppy mess.”

He climbed on to the bed and slowly crawled up between her widely spread thighs and roughly shoved two fingers into the wetness of her cunt. Something he could have done with his eyes closed and by merely following his nose. She was hot, ripe and ready. The immediate reaction to her body’s invasion was one of pleasure and self evident by her body’s shudder and her very audible groan. The orgasm was small but danced across her body like electricity and a promise of so much more to come.

He continued to thrust deep into her adding more fingers and she’d meet his finger fucking with equally rough thrusts of her hips. He showed his appreciation to her response by pulling those slime covered fingers from her sucking pink folds and wiping the thick cream of her cum across her face. He’d then plunge them into her mouth, making her suck his fingers clean and allowing her to revel in her own taste.

He moved up over her, his bulk hovering over her so his body filled her entire vision. Leaning in close so his breath was almost kissing her lips. “You’ve got a good cunt there and just the kind I like. Broke in some, but still plenty tight,” Reaching out he grabbed a fistful of hair and dragged her across the bed to where he wanted it. Then giving her a savage kiss that was almost bruising in its intensity he pushed her down, guiding her mouth to his hard cock. “Now show me how good a cocksucker you are.”

“Please don’t make me,” she said, running her tongue up and down the length, sucking on the head and dipping down to suck and delicately lap at his balls. “Only bad girls stick a dirty cock in their mouth.” She said, spitting on the head and then using tongue and lips to spread the wetness all around till he was glistening from cock tip to arsehole. His hands may have gripped her hair and had the control of her body but the skill, energy and enthusiasm she showed for sucking cock was all hers.

“Ok slut, that’s enough,” he said, after relishing in her mouth’s abilities for what seemed like forever. Releasing his grip from her head and pushing her down onto the bed. “On your back slut. Spread those legs. I want to try another of your fuck holes.” Continue reading

First time doing the female perspective

I based this poem on a story I came across written from the female perspective. I tried to keep to the story and use the same language and imagery as she used. It wasn’t easy being bound by someone else’s writing but it was an interesting exercise. I can also say while I’ve never tied a man to a bed and pleasured him with my mouth, and nether regions, I now know I’d be pretty damn good at it… If I was a woman.


In her voice

Know what gets me going?
What wickedness I do treasure?
Total submission to my will
and to use you for my pleasure.

I think I’ll strip and tie you –
naked to bed by wrist and leg.
To feast my eyes upon you
and then tease you till you beg.

My tongue and lips around you
licking, swirling all I want.
Pussy inches from your lips
and the wetness that I flaunt.

I rub my clit with fingers slick
then push them deep inside.
Lapping juices with my tongue
as on your chest I sit astride.

I spread myself before your eyes
pink wetness in your face.
Smell my desire. I see yours
and the yearning to have a taste.

Slide my body down yours
to rub my cunt upon hard cock.
Tease you at the entrance of –
my hot hole you want to fuck.

But not yet ready to let you in
for my juices I want to taste.
Your cock covered with my flow
and not a drop I wish to waste.

I take your cock into my mouth
and go deep down to the base.
Tasting cum both mine and yours
as I fuck you with my face.

I want you now, cock in my cunt.
I cannot wait any longer.
Spreading legs on fuck-me heels,
for a cock to feed my hunger.

I want you to watch your cock,
as I take it all deep inside.
Then back up again to just the head,
with slippery glistening slide.

Slowly I continue, tease myself,
one hand on throbbing clit.
Other squeezing nipples hard
on flushed and pushed out tits.

Head thrown back, back arching,
on your body I slowly ride.
Hips rotating, pushing down hard,
rhythm building on cock I glide.

Your hips move with an urgency,
so before you get carried away.
I pull off, bring cunt to lips as –
punishment that you so gladly pay.

I want you to taste me now,
lick me, lap with hunger at my juices.
Thighs tight on cheeks, clit rubbing nose
and so perfect for my uses.

Oh God…Yes…Yes. Grinding down,
I’m fucking your tongue against you …
I cum hard over your lips and cheeks
with my thick and sticky cunt-dew.

Mmmmh, I have to lick you clean,
sucking on your lips as I do so.
But there’s still a hunger deep in me
a hunger for your cock you’ll soon know.

Your cock slides in, no Ms Nice, now.
I want to ride my stallion.
Bounce up and down, faster, harder,
I ride you hard like a hellion.

I lean away, reach for your balls.
Finger extends to your arse.
“Cum with me baby, shoot deep in me.
Yes! Yes, you can cum at last!”

As our moans, screams mix together
I know you’ll do anything for me.
From being tied up for my pleasure
to making me a cup of tea.*

* Sorry about the last line. You had to be in on the joke for it to make sense.🙂

The wonderful week that is.

Because today is Wednesday there’s a good chance tomorrow will be Thursday unless I missed an update on Twitter. But more than just being an ordinary Thursday it will be Half-Naked Thursday (HNT). Where game and gracious grown-up girls gleefully gather to give glimpses of their grace in various gustful get-ups so we may greedily gaze upon their gleaming goddess-like glory. Oh gosh! I know dudes do it as well but I usually skip over them. Sorry guys but you just ain’t my thing.

But this got me thinking (Oh it hurts!) Maybe I don’t have to wait all week for the pleasure of HNT and there must be other “Day” themed blog-communities where I can go for my fill of NSFW content. So I did a little search, don’t worry I didn’t put myself out too much, and came up with these days-of-the-week based events I can get… excited over. Not all are NSFW but they are all worth a look.


Sinful Sunday

Sinful Sunday

Six Sentence Sunday


Excerpt Monday

Excerpt Monday Logo


Tempting Tuesdays

Tuesdays seem a little slow so I added some padding to the day.🙂

Teaser Tuesdays

Tempt Me Tuesday


Wanton Wednesday

Wank Wednesday


Half-Nekkid Thursday

The Other HNT



Erotic Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction Friday!

Fuck Me Friday


I had a great deal of trouble finding anything for Saturday. Is everyone down the pub? I tried searching “Sordid”, “Sinful”, “Slutty”, “Seduction” and the obvious “Sexy” of course. But then I got bored and went off to make a coffee. When I got back, surprisingly, the computer hadn’t done a damn bit of work while I was away so I was forced to keep searching. But what I did find under “Sultry Saturday” was this wonderful link to a website that specialises in “Boudoir Photography” which lead to the Boudoir Photography Network and I’m very happy to end the week there.

So what’s your favourite day of the week?

The autumn spring-clean and why wasn’t I born a red-head?

I’m a bit of a hoarder.

No I will not do that to you and certainly not for a mere $20… Anyway I said, “Hoa-DER!”

This hoarding applies as much to my on-line life as it does the “real” one. You visit and join sites and after a while you have multiple accounts and personas spread across the digital world. I’ve made it a goal to cut these down and so far been pretty successful. One of the last to tidy up is my other blog.

It was intended to be separate from this one and contain all the stories of an adult nature that I intended to write. But unfortunately my lofty aspirations of being the next Kristina Lloyd have not come to fruition. I’m not sure why it didn’t happen. Could it be because I’m neither a woman nor a red-head? Actually yes, I think that is exactly the answer and the fact I found writing hard work had nothing to do with it.

Writing is hard! Who knew?

I’m pretty much done clearing out the blog and I’ll be re-posting the poems on here in dribs and drabs. All that’s left are the 3.5 stories I completely finished. Why only 3.5 you ask? The simple answer is I enjoy writing but I’m not a writer and I’m pretty certain that I don’t want to be. Maybe…? Who knows? Sometime in the future I may pick up the story writing bug again and finish some of those I started or planned out. A case of never say never and just wait and see.

So here are the stories:

UPDATE: They have now been moved over to this blog.

Love, sex and the snooze-button.

A tale of romance set between the alarm-clock going off and getting out of bed.

Tags: Erotic Stories, Erotica, Love, New Zealand, Romance, Sex, Sex Stories, Snooze, Writing

Because it’s Monday.

A story of a woman who enjoys Mondays mornings and some fun fetishes.

Tags: Anal Sex, Butt Plug, Erotic Stories, Fetish, Glass Sex Toy, Librarian, Love, M/F, Romance

Do you remember your first… Once upon a time?

A young man and an older woman have a chance encounter and spend some quality time together for some sexy fun and a little revenge.

Tags: Adult Fairy Tale, Erotic Stories, Older Woman Younger Man, Sex in A Toilet, Sex in Public, Virgin, Writing

…and here is the .5

Facebook Fantasy #001

Tags: Erotic Stories, Facebook, M/F/M, Sex Fantasy, Threesome

More a fantasy I wrote for a “Friend.” There have been others but nothing I’ll post to the public even if I am doing it anonymously.  A hook-up threesome between two men and a woman.

Image: Artistic Bodies