Pages Menu
TwitterRssFacebook
Categories Menu

Posted by on Oct 24, 2011 in Erotic writing | 0 comments

Recipe :: Wank Wednesday

Welcome to week 36 of Wank Wednesday, your weekly festival of smut, find out all about it here. To join in write a story using this week’s prompt #Recipe and then use the link widget to add it to the list.

Please remember to include a link back to this post, please use the link back text supplied if you’re unsure of how to do this, if not I’ll remove it from the link list and please do take the time to read a few of the other contributions.

Thank you for writing and reading.

::

This weeks prompt is #Recipe

Link back text :  a>

::

Recipe

::

“So, what’s your recipe for love then?”

Asked Rob.  Janice blinked, not quite sure if she had heard him right.  When she’d agreed to the date it was because she thought he would never come out with such a corny line.  Maybe she’d been wrong, her powers of perception muddled by the filthy prose he had sent her day after day.  She eyed him up and down, assessing him buying time by pretending to consider her answer.  Nope, she wasn’t any the wiser, better give an answer that would flush him out further.

“Oh I think it should start with sugar and spice and all things nice don’t you?”

Rob turned his chair closer towards her and chuckled;

 “It’s a good start, are we following up with frogs and snails and puppy dog tails or would you prefer something with more bite?”

On the last word he pinched her, hard, just behind her knee.   Startled Janice could only mouth an “ow” before Rob was talking again.

 “I’m sorry, for the cheesy line and the pinch, well not so much the pinch.  I just couldn’t resist.  You always seem so composed when we’ve talked before I just wanted to tease you a bit.”

“Job done, I did wonder if I wasn’t on completely the wrong date when you came out with that line.  And you can buy me some arnica for that bruise you’ve just made.”

His hand had caressed around to her knee now and his fingers were playing with the hem of her skirt.  A tickling touch and then his finger and thumb poised again on the fragile skin of her inner thigh.  Pressing but not yet pinching.

 “I’ll gladly buy up a shop full of arnica if I can make more bruises.”

His pressure increased, Janice swallowed, attempted a mental inventory of pros and cons but never got further than the dry mouthed, wet cunted “yes” that she whispered.

 “Good, you see, you were right, sugar and spice, it is a great place to start”

Rob kissed her and pinched.

Thanks for reading,

Ruby x

If you enjoyed my writing you can find more of my erotic fiction stories on Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com, don't be shy leave a review!

Read More

Posted by on Oct 18, 2011 in 100 words | 0 comments

Default

Stroking down my arm his touch raised goose bumps and sent a shiver of anticipation through my nerves.

I imagined the sparks of lust created by neurone colliding with neurone, this then is what heated my blood and turned my desire molten.

“Kiss me”

I whispered into the warm darkness of his neck’s nape.

Our lips met, tongues sliding over each other, tasting each other’s need.

His hands travelled on, sliding over fabric finding my body responsive to him even through layers of cloth.

I sighed in joyful acceptance of familiar ritual and the reliable default response of my body.

 

 

Thanks for reading,

Ruby x

If you enjoyed my writing you can find more of my erotic fiction stories on Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com, don't be shy leave a review!

Read More

Posted by on Oct 18, 2011 in Erotic writing | 0 comments

Paper :: Wank Wednesday

Welcome to week 35 of Wank Wednesday, your weekly festival of smut, find out all about it here. To join in write a story using this week’s prompt #Paper and then use the link widget to add it to the list.

Please remember to include a link back to this post, please use the link back text supplied if you’re unsure of how to do this, if not I’ll remove it from the link list and please do take the time to read a few of the other contributions.

Thank you for writing and reading.

::

This weeks prompt is #Paper

Link back text :  

::

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Mary asked me.

“Very”

I nodded and passed her the stapler and sticky tape,

“Now wrap me up like the best present ever.”

Mary frowned,

“Really?”

“Really! I saw this in a sex blog and it looked so cool. The woman said that the being isolated and waiting really heightened her senses and then when she was unwrapped by her boyfriend they had like, the best sex ever. She was all Oh Emm Geee!
So I thought why not? Rich and I certainly need to spice things up and its cheaper than sex toys.  What could possibly go wrong?”

“Well,”

Began Mary,

“Oh shutup Mary and just wrap me up, I asked you cos you always give me the prettiest wrapped presents. Now come on, Rich’ll be home soon.”

Biting her lip, perhaps to stop herself talking back or maybe just out of concentration Mary began, piece by piece, to wrap me up.

In the blog post I’d read the woman had used some fancy wrapping paper that came on the roll, I was improvising and had snaffled a ream of A4 from work, so it was really more like doing a 3d jigsaw than wrapping a present, at least the sides were easy to match.

Mary started at my feet, got once around and stopped.

“You know what, I think it’ll be easier to start at the top if you don’t mind, that way I can kind of hang pieces down rather than go up, if you see what I mean. Stalagtites and stalagmites and all that.”

“What?”

“Oh you remember from geology lessons, stalagtites have to hold on tight as they grow down from the roof and stalagmites might reach the roof as they grow from the floor. Simples!”

“Geology? Now? Jeez Mary no wonder why you’re single. Just do it however you want, I trust you, and I’m sorry about what I just said, you’re lovely you know.”

Mary stood up and flattened a piece of paper over my head, with a little more force than might be strictly necessary, but I wasn’t going to argue, she was my only hope at reviving my flagging love life.

The snapping stitch of the stapler was unnerving so close to my face but Mary was neat and efficient and soon my head was wrapped up. The white sheet before my eyes played tricks on my depth perception so I closed my eyes and tried to relax.
No easy task when stood naked in front of a friend that hasn’t seen you in anything less than full work clobber. I was glad I’d opened the wine well before we’d started, I knew Mary would have needed her nerves calming as did I.

As Mary worked methodically down, past my ears, my neck and onto my shoulders I did begin to relax, we were both silent now, concentrating on different things, her on her task and me on my hopes for the evening as she flattened paper across my shoulder I realised I was enjoying myself, it was kind of nice being wrapped up a lilting fragile trust was growing between us.

And then I felt her breath, warm on my bare skin, skimming close and then far as she leant in to join one piece of paper to another. Sometimes her fingers tickled against me, I giggled.

“What?”

“Nothing, its just kinda ticklish.”

“Well I’m afraid it’s probably going to be more ticklish soon, its time for boobies and bellies!”

Mary’s sudden silly voice made us both laugh, she placed a hand on my arm stilling me,

“Shh Annie, keep still you don’t want to rip the paper.”

I did as she asked, taking a deep breath and trying not to set myself giggling again.

The paper was cold on my breasts, I could feel my nipples harden but I wasn’t sure what from, the freshness of the sheet of A4 or the proximity of Mary. She covered me quickly and worked on, warmth breath and hands skimming across me, leaving a warm print that was sealed in by sheet after sheet of A4.

As input from the outside world receded under the wrapper of white my senses became dependent on Mary and I understood why the woman in the blog had enjoyed herself so much, who cared what came at the end when the process was so fucking sexy?

Mary carried on with her work. Stitching me into my paper shroud, sliding her hands over me through the wrapping, moulding it more carefully and intimately as she worked lower, casing my arse in crackling white until coming to a halt in front of my hips.

“Annie?”

“Yes?”

“Um, do you want me to do your legs together or apart? You know as one, like a Mummy, or as two so you can move a little?”

“Oh! I hadn’t thought, I don’t know.”

“Well what did the woman in the blog have?”

“I think like a Mummy, yes a Mummy, let’s do it that way. Is that okay?”

“Yes, you’ll need to have your feet a little apart though so its easier for you to stand still.”

I shuffled my legs apart and could feel the hot breath increase in pace against the side of my hips, was that a sigh or a moan from Mary?

Fuck I’m turned on, don’t tell me my friend is as well, I’ve got an excuse, this is for my boyfriend. I can’t be, musn’t be turned on by my best mate at work.  How will we ever go for latte’s again? Concentrate Annie.
Oh god no, I am, I’m horny as fuck and I can feel the bloating in my cunt lips, like over ripe fruit ready to pucker and burst and, stop it stop it Annie concentrate, this is all for Rich.

Okay, inner monologue over. What is Mary doing?

Mary was working on, carefully, too carefully taping and stapling me together. The moment, really just seconds of halting pause at my naked hip passed quickly and she was soon moving down my legs. This work seemed to go quicker and soon she was tickling my big toe and telling me she was finished.

“How do I look Mary?”

“Um! White and a bit weird to be honest.”

“Not sexy?”

“Maybe, to a shredding machine, but I’m not sure that Rich is going to go for it.”

“Oh!”

“Mary?”

“Yes Annie.”

“I need to pee.”

Later that evening Rich came home to me loafing on the sofa in my tracky bottoms and old uni sweatshirt. I’d ordered up a takeaway for him and popped open a  couple of cold beers.

As we slouched down into the cushions and each other, I turned and kissed him, a kiss that I meant and which, taken by surprise he slowly then eagerly returned.  It might not have been worth a sex blog or even a post, maybe a footnote, but as we fucked and laughed and giggled in the mess of samosas, remote controls and odd socks that is our sofa I knew I loved him and he me and all I really needed to do was show him.

As to me and Mary, well I’m not going to tell you what happened but there was a lot of shredded paper going out in the recycling bins that week.

::

Thanks for reading,

Ruby x

If you enjoyed my writing you can find more of my erotic fiction stories on Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com, don't be shy leave a review!

Read More

Posted by on Oct 11, 2011 in Blog | 0 comments

Tangle :: Wank Wednesday

Welcome to week 34 of Wank Wednesday, your weekly festival of smut, find out all about it here. To join in write a story using this week’s prompt #Tangle and then use the link widget to add it to the list.

Please remember to include a link back to this post, please use the link back text supplied if you’re unsure of how to do this, if not I’ll remove it from the link list and please do take the time to read a few of the other contributions.

Thank you for writing and reading.

::

This weeks prompt is #Tangle

Link back text :  

::

Karen leant over her dressing table and picked up the large round hairbrush.

Tipping her head to the side she raked the brush through the fall of her hair, the bristles smoothing the mess into order until they reached resistance, a knot.

Karen pulled at the knot but it seemed to have a life of its own and with each attack it tangled further, winding strand after strand until the brush itself was stuck.

Defeated Karen had no choice but to reach for her nail scissors and gently snip away until the brush was free.  She sat on the edge of the bed and teased and pulled until her brush was clean and she was holding the clump of hair in her hand.  She lifted it close to try and see the cause of the tangle and was met with the sharp tang of sex.

The scent strengthened as her hand warmed the knot of hair, breathing it in she let her thoughts ride back to the night before.  The memory of her lover swiped at her desire just as he had swiped at her cunt and her body made the thought real, her labia swelling with blood, ripening under the desire racing through synapses and flesh.

Hooking a foot on her dressing table Karen watched her pussy bloom, she slid her fingers down, separating the wet folds of her sex just as his tongue had done.  She watched her reflection in the mirror and imagined him lying back on the cushions of the bed watching too, his cock fisted in his hand, idly raising and lowering along the hard shaft as she increased her finger fucking.

The thought of him, the memory of them increased her lust.  She remembered the way he had taken her from behind, her hands grasping at sheets, arse pushing back to him, his large hands on her hips, fingertips digging into the softness of her side, keeping her in pace and time with him.  Then, the hollow emptiness of her cunt as he slid out and pulsed his come over her back.  With three fingers inside herself Karen came, wet and sticky, just as her back had been.  She chuckled as she wiped her cunt clean, her pubic hair glossy with her come,  so that was how her hair had got knotted, a glob of come shot from her lovers cock as he sprayed over her back like a big old tom cat.

She looked at herself in the mirror, flushed and with a chunk of hair missing from the side of her usually neat bob, she thought that perhaps it was time for a new look, a new cut, something more manageable.

::

Thanks for reading,

Ruby x

If you enjoyed my writing you can find more of my erotic fiction stories on Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com, don't be shy leave a review!

Read More

Posted by on Oct 4, 2011 in Blog | 0 comments

Cliff :: Wank Wednesday

Welcome to week 33 of Wank Wednesday, your weekly festival of smut, find out all about it here. To join in write a story using this week’s prompt #Cliff and then use the link widget to add it to the list.

Please remember to include a link back to this post, please use the link back text supplied if you’re unsure of how to do this, if not I’ll remove it from the link list and please do take the time to read a few of the other contributions.

Thank you for writing and reading.

::

This weeks prompt is #Cliff

Link back text : 

::

There’s no denying it, even just meeting was a step towards the ledge, but two lonely people more than willing to be swept along in a fantasy made real by their words is always a dangerous combination.

The wish for the fantasy to carry them on, but instead nerves intervened and made first touches and conversations clunky and clumsy, until just a small hand sliding into a larger warmer hand and, there, that’s it, done.

Let’s run and dive off the edge now. Fall down in each other, as far up the scrub of the cliff we climb to hide from fossil hunters’ eyes, to fuck with need and want created from who knows what truths.

With the sun on my back and brambles at my knees, I feel my wetness pour over you, coat you, now turn me, pound me, break stick and stone under me. My body numb to the scratches and pulls of earth and shrub, all I feel is you.

Here on this cliff we climb, fuck and fall.

::

 

Thanks for reading,

Ruby x

If you enjoyed my writing you can find more of my erotic fiction stories on Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com, don't be shy leave a review!

Read More