Welcome to Wank Wednesday, your weekly festival of smut.

With so many great writers of smut and erotica on Twitter and the web I thought it would be a nice idea to get a smutty blog carnival going.  For writers or would be writers a weekly prompt will get you writing and as a reader well you’ll be able to get your fix of sexy stories all in one go.

To join in all you need to do is write a story with the weekly prompt as a title.   This week’s prompt is #Courier.  Then:

  • Blog it – post it on your blog then come back here and add it to the linky doohicky.
  • Tweet it – write it on twitter using the prompt hashtag and the #wankwednesday hashtag
  • Add it – if you don’t want to blog or tweet it then please do add it as comment to my post

This weeks prompt

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Courier

Watching the cyclist weave through the static traffic infront of her Angie paced her breath to the pump of lycra clad legs.

The slim, muscular frame gave few clues as to gender, but that didn’t matter.  Beauty and grace were what counted here.  Angie watched and breathed, she recognised the company logo splashed across the rain proof messenger bag, it was the courier firm that her company used.   She wondered if they were headed the same way.

The lights changed and the traffic rippled forward, only a few hundred yards to underground parking and then a swift swoosh up in the partners lift from basement to boardroom level.

She arrived to see her PA signing off the receipt and handing the form back to the courier.  Female, nice, pretty, nicer.

She stopped, held out her hand for the clipboard and with a jerk of her head motioned the cyclist to her office.  The young woman followed and stood awkwardly, waiting an explanation.  The smell of exhaust fumes, city air and fresh sweat mingled with that of air freshner corporate polish.

Perching on the edge of her desk Angie motioned the girl to her, she came and obidiently sank to her knees.

Angie breathed three words,

“Make me come”

Crawling forward on her hands and knees the courier buried her head in Angies lap, tongue and fingers finding their way up skirt and past knickers.  Lapping and digging into the womans cunt, drowing in the juice she squeezed from her.

Angie dug her and into the girls crop of curls, pushed her pelvis forward and with her whole body shuddering gave herself over to orgasm.

Stepping away and straightening her clothes, she reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a pack of hand wipes;

“Here you are darling, you’d better hurry, or you’ll be late for your next drop off”

She passed her come drenched girlfriend a wipe and grinned, the cyclist grinned back;

“You’ll have to use the company account more often darling”

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  1. Angels Breath ~ alokiangel
  2. @ jelly318- #Courier a #Wankwednesday contribution
  3. Courier by D. J. Rixelle
  4. Aising Weaver ~ The Courier
  5. May Deva
  1. #courier by Wyeth Bailey
  2. #Courier by Lady Grinning Soul
  3. Dot com by Shan : D
  4. Courier by Lilith Katz
  5. princesscat. posterous. com

    This linky list is now closed.

Thanks for reading,

Ruby x

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