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Posted by on Sep 29, 2013 in Erotic pictures, Erotic writing | 21 comments

Bruised

Bruised

bruised

“Did I do that?”

“Yes”

“Christ, I’m sorry”

“Don’t be, I like it.  I like being marked, it reminds me I’m yours.  You should like it too.  Don’t you?”

“Yes, no, I don’t know.  You know I’d never do anything to hurt you.”

“Not even if I asked nicely?”

“C’mon Chelle, don’t tease me, you know what I mean.”

And I do.  I know he wouldn’t do anything to harm me, but I also know that next time we’re in bed and I twist my fingers through his and pull at him, or nip him on the neck with my sharp  sharp teeth that he’ll understand my signal and grip my arms tightly, pressing me down into the mattress.  I allow him to hurt me, I want him to hurt me.  I like it, it turns me on and gets me wet and slip slidery so it is easier for him to slick suck fuck me.

But what really turns me on is the moment he changes, the moment he lets himself go.  I wait until then, until I know he’s dropped from  his everyday self into the man only I see.  The man that squeezes my arms so hard that there’s no need to dust me for fingerprints; the evidence of passion’s crime is browning on my arm.

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This erotic short story and picture is my contribution to Sinful Sunday, to find out who else is playing this week click below.

And just so you know, the bruise is from my first pole dancing class, it seemed a shame to waste it.

Sinful Sunday

Thanks for reading,

Ruby x

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Posted by on Sep 18, 2013 in Blog | 1 comment

Eroticon USA meet and greet

Hello!

In a month’s I’ll be in Atlanta hosting the first Eroticon USA.

I am so very excited at the prospect of meeting new and old friends alike, sharing ideas and learning from the inspirational line up of speakers that are presenting at the conference.

Please feel free to join in with the meet and greet link up, simply copy the questions into a post on your blog and answer them, add the post link to the linky widget at the bottom of the page.  Please don’t forget to link back to this page so we can all get to know each other a little before we meet next month.

You can use this code to link back, copy and paste into your post’s html editor (you may need to tweak the quotation marks)

http://eroticnotebook.co.uk/blog/eroticon-usa-meet-greet/>Eroticon USA meet and greet round up

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Name: Ruby Kiddell

Twitter id: @eroticnotebook, @writesexright

Where in the world are you? Devon, UK

What brings you to Eroticon USA? Well I’m kinda the boss so I have to be there.

What are you looking forward to most about Eroticon USA?

All of it!

But if I had to tie it down to three things I’d say; Lauralyn’s photography session, meeting Jack Stratton and hanging out with Aisling Weaver and Wyeth Bailey.

If you had to make up a pen name again what would it be? Venus de Biro

 

 

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!

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Posted by on Sep 8, 2013 in Blog, Erotic writing | 15 comments

Pinned

Pinned

tracing wheel[hr]

The little tool lay in my sewing basket, you noticed it when you brought me a drink while I worked.    You picked it up as we talked, turning it in your hands and testing the sharpness of the teeth on your thumb.  I tried not to look, I tried to concentrate on the fabric in my hand, but suddenly everything was sensation.

I could feel the glaze of sugar on my teeth from the biscuit I’d eaten, the bitter tang of coffee in my throat and in my hands the texture of the scraps of fabric I was trying to shape into a quilt; warp and weft, under and over, interlocking threads.

You took my hand, turning my arm tender side up and ran the wheel up from wrist to the shallow of my elbow.

“What’s this?”

“It’s a tracing wheel.”

“What’s it for?”

“Tracing patterns onto fabric.”

“I’ve never seen you use it.”

“I don’t, I’ve never found it very useful.”

“Oh?”

“It damages the pattern and I could never see the marks well enough.”

You nodded taking in my breathless explanation and as I shifted on my chair your eyes moved down to my knees, bare below my skirt.

“Yes?”

“Please.”

You knelt before me and rolled back the hem of my skirt leaving my winter pale skin exposed to your breath, the tickle of your finger tracing a pattern slowly up and around the sensitive spread of me.  The wheel followed your finger delivering tiny specks of pain as it moved.

“More?”

“Please”

You nodded to the floor and down I slid.  You undressed me and traced the wheel over and over, mapping out my flesh in prickling ley lines of desire, when I moaned you shushed me and when you eventually returned to the tender white flesh of my inner thigh you gently spread your hand over my throat and as you wheeled up and over the slick lips of my cunt you pressed down.  I closed my eyes and let you in as you stifled the sigh of my orgasm.

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I created this post for Molly’s Sinful Sunday project, to find out who else has been being sinful, click the image below:

Sinful Sunday

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!

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