Week 98 #MasturbationMonday You never know, until you ask #flashfic

Week 98 Masturbation Monday

Sleepily, he cupped my cunt. Not in a demanding way, more of an affectionate possessive touch.

With my eyes still shut, I let my hand drift over. I skimmed his leg, going by feel, until I found his flaccid cock where it lay against his hip and upper thigh. His fingers twitched against my labia.

Lazily, I ran my thumb over his warm skin, rubbing back and forth. His dick pulsed and lengthened just an inch, but as I continued his flesh awakened unfurling to full measure. 

"Watch it," he warned, his voice deep from sleep.

"Or what?" I challenged. 

All of a sudden, he rolled and straddled my hips. He kneed his way up my torso until his ass touched my chest. He gripped his erect cock and leveled it to my mouth. 

"Or this," he replied, tapping the head of his cock against my closed lips before pressing the tip to them, nudging as if he might thrust inside, but I knew better. 

Reflexively, I wet lips and his tip. He traced my bottom lip with the swollen head as if seeking permission. I kept my gaze on his and opened my mouth. 

I saw the victory in his dark eyes as he leaned forward, breaching the gap. 

"Mmm, your mouth is warm, baby." He closed his eyes and rocked back and forth, slow at first, allowing me to get used to the invasion. His heavy balls rubbed the hollow between my breasts. His thighs abraded my nipples, exciting me. 

As his tension grew, he thrust faster and deeper. I pressed backward into the pillow, creating some room. He filled my throat. 

"Ahh, yeah, suck it," he demanded. 

I firmed my jaws and drew back, hard. He gripped my ears and thrust mindlessly. 

His heavy breathing filled the room, along with incoherent demands and overlapping groans of pleasure. The tension in his body radiated, his cock swelled to full hardness. He was close. 

Suddenly he withdrew. 

Surprised, I stared up at him. 

The wild look in his eyes, excited me. 

Roughly, he gripped my aching breasts and pushed them together before plunged his dick between them. "Ahh, fuck yeah," he moaned, as he thrust his hips. "Want me to come all over your chin, your tits."

It wouldn't be the first time, I thought.

"It's been a long time since I blew my load all over you." His hips jerked, convulsively, but somehow he remained in complete control. 

He let go of my breasts. Once again, he fisted his dick. He traced the hot tip down my core, between my ribs, over my abdomen. When he reached my belly button, he surged forward as if filling me. "Ya want me right here?" he asked.

"Yes." I arched my back, pressing back at him. 

He continued the teasing trip down my body, running the smooth head of his distended shaft over my mound. My pussy contracted. I bent my knees, hoping he'd plunge inside, ending both our suffering but instead, he continued to tease me with his dick.

This time, he used the tip to round my engorged clit. I reached down between us and parted my lips, exposing the sensitive nub. The velvety rub of his cock abraded the raw nerve endings, edging my need to new heights. 

I imagined my coiled swollen clit poking out, trying to delve into the wet slit of his penis. "I want in you," I murmured, crazily. 

His one eyebrow shot up in surprise or perhaps interest. I didn't know, I didn't care, I just needed to come!

"That makes two of us," he all but growled.

To my relief, he levered himself over me and plunged inside. My pussy so slick, he slid balls deep in that one surging lunge. He remained planted and jerked his hips in sharp deep thrusts. His thumb found my clit. He looped roughly, but I didn't mind. I didn't need tender by that point. 

I grabbed his ass and pulled him even deeper. 

Delicious pulses radiated, waves crashed, one over the next. My hips thrashed and my husband joined me in a magnificent dual climax. 

He collapsed on top of me, stealing my breath, which I hadn't quite caught yet. He rolled off and to the side. 

"Wow," he ground out. He covered my stomach with his hand and kneaded. 

My body still quivered under his touch. I could easily go again.

"Watch it," I cautioned, using his earlier warning. 

He cracked an eye and looked at me. "Or what?" Was that challenge?
I reached over and opened the nightstand drawer where we kept the toys. 

"I wasn't kidding. Those babies aren't just for me. I want inside you."
His other eye opened and he stared at me. 

But I saw a flash of excitement. Oh yes, he was surprised but there was also interest in his dark gaze. 

Hot damn! 

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Week 83 #MasturbationMonday Unzipped

Masturbation Monday Week 83

 

 Unedited flash fic

I found him dozing in my bed. His dark head propped up on my pillows. His shirt on, but open displaying his muscled abs, his pants partially unzipped. I could see by the slight bulge, he was somewhat aroused. Every few seconds his cock pulsed and lengthened stretching the black denim.

Sleepily he palmed himself, catching my interest. He used the heel of his hand, rubbing his swelling flesh, then using his fingers, he molded the shape through his jeans. 

My mouth went dry. 

 

As he continued to play, he grew so hard, the tip of his cock peeked from his waistband. 

He shifted, lifting his hips from the bed and rolled his jeans down. His long beautiful cock bobbed, rising from his belly. 

He took hold of his shaft, wrapping his hand around the thickness. Covetously, my own hand fisted at my side. My palm itched. I knew what it felt like to hold that smooth warm flesh. Satin over granite. He worked it lightly, up and down from base to tip.

I stood spellbound by the motion of his hand as he stroked himself. So slow at first, as if he were barely touching. A loose hold almost, as if he enjoyed the skim of his palm against his distended skin. 

Restless, he shifted again, lifting his hips, his head pressed deeper into the pillow. He tightened his hand just under the head of his cock and tugged. 

A deep moan hitched in his throat as he upped the tempo.

My pussy flooded with achy need. 

His breathing became labored. His jaw ticked. His body tensed. His stomach rippled and twitched as he tried to prolong his pleasure. 

The jerking became urgent. His hips engaged.

I bit my lip trying to remain quiet but a whimper escaped me. 

Unashamed, he met my gaze, his features a mask of pleasure and pain.
“Come here,” he murmured gruffly. 

“Don’t stop,” I whispered. 

"Oh there's no stoppin' this," he said, out of breath.

His fist worked frantically.

I knelt on the bed between the vee of his legs.    

The veins in his cock pulsed. The tip colored, throbbing. “Fuck! Oh, fuuuck!” He groaned.

I lowered my head and opened my mouth, just in time.

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Masturbation Monday Week 82: When He Takes You To A Place You've Never Been Before

Masturbation Monday Week 82

I've been away for a while. I'm in a major production slump. It's not writer's block. I have lots of ideas and several projects on the go, just zero ambition to put them into words. Anyway, not sure if I've shared this snip before. It's from a story that is no longer available but I think the scene works for Kayla's yummy prompt. Hope you enjoy it.

Excerpt:

I walked into the living area and was brought up short when I found Mike perched in front of my laptop, totally absorbed in my jumble of a novel. I felt my face blush with embarrassment. How could I have left that open for anyone to see, let alone Mike?
I rushed over and slapped the screen shut. He jumped guiltily.
“I thought you said you had writer’s block?”
“I do,” I choked out. Tucking the laptop under my arm, I headed quickly towards the bedroom.
“Is that me?” he asked, stopping me in my tracks. Shit! “In your story, is that me?”
“Not necessarily,” I answered.
He took the laptop from under my arm and set it on the table, turning me to face him. My cheeks burned.
“Six foot two, blond, works construction?” he rattled off the description of the hero in my story. “Who else do you know like that?”
“Brent?” I squeaked.
“Brent has never worn doe-skin coloured coveralls in his life,” he said blandly.
I bit my lip and squirmed. “Did you read any more?” He couldn’t have got very far—he hadn’t been out here alone long enough to get too deep into it, I reasoned.
“No.” I felt a small measure of relief. He grinned. “Do you find my overalls sexy?”
“Maybe.” I smiled.
“Does that turn you on?” He kept grinning, having fun with me.
“Yes,” I admitted. “Especially when you wear just a tight white T-shirt underneath, or, better yet, no shirt at all.” I wrapped my fingers around his beautifully defined biceps. “Your muscles ripple and bulge while you work.” To my delight he flexed for me.
He pulled my hips forward against the rock-hard evidence of his bulge. “I’ll show you ripple and bulge.”
“Again?” I grinned, feeling the familiar heat creep into my insatiable body.
“Always.” He scooped me up and took me to the bedroom.
We’d been together so many times now that the burning need to just fuck quickly, like bunnies, and get to the culmination as quick as possible had passed. We took more time with each other, enjoying the foreplay, getting to know each other’s likes and dislikes, trying to prolong the inevitable.
He laid me on the bed, and I opened my arms to him, inviting him. He met me, kissing me senseless. I turned him over and removed his boxers, then let my gaze travel over him appreciatively, as he watched me through desire-heavy lids. I palmed his balls, cupping him, dragging my hand slowly, curling my fingers around the rigid length of his greedy cock. He raised his hips, pushing more firmly into my hand. The sounds he made and his reactions to my touch thrilled me and made me want to please him all the more.
I climbed on top of him, settling my wet slit firmly against his rigid shaft, resting against his stomach. I rubbed my pussy back and forth over him, enjoying the warmth and slide.
I massaged his biceps, his shoulders, his chest, working my way down. I loved the feel of his muscles playing under my palms, involuntarily flexing under my insistent fingers. I was getting more worked up as I touched him. Wetter, hotter, and my breathing spiked. I ran my palms over his ribs, caressing down his flat stomach until my fingers touched the head of his cock, which was nestled lovingly between my thighs. I even allowed my fingers to brush against my own clit, knowing it would heighten the delicious burn. And I knew he would enjoy watching me touch myself. He growled at the action and moaned as I wiped my fingertip over the small drip forming on the end of his dick and swirled it around my aching nub, lubricating it even more.
“Mmm,” he moaned, shifting his hips. He ran his hands from my knees to my hips, sitting up. He coaxed me on to my back, then slid down my body, making me writhe in anticipation of what was to come. He pushed up my T-shirt, moving it out of his way as he went. He tucked his hands under my ass, tilting my glistening pussy towards his hot mouth. He kissed my clit, closed-lipped, before he began slowly lapping, then delving, sluicing pointedly, opening me with maddening slowness, sensually with his probing tongue. My blood quickened and my juices flowed, making me weak and dizzy. Just as I began to rotate my hips in the very early stages of release, he paused and came down on his elbow beside me. He inserted two fingers into my sopping cunt, penetrating then retreating, using broad strokes. It felt really good, but I was a little disappointed that he hadn’t used his tongue to bring me to orgasm. I really liked it when he sucked my clit. But I didn’t have time to tell him, because all of a sudden the stroking changed.
He centred all of the pressure on the front wall of my vagina, stroking the soft swelling created from my arousal. Penetrating only a few inches at a time instead of going in fast and deep. Oh, my God! He’d read more than he’d admitted to, I thought fleetingly before I moaned, out loud, “Oh, my God!” in absolute rapture.
“A ‘come here’ motion,” he rasped, his voice deep with his own arousal. “Isn’t that what you wrote?” He crooked his two fingers forward and made that motion. “Come here, baby,” he invited. I almost came off the bed, thrashing at the tremendous sensation he was awakening in me. “Is this what you want me to do to you?”
I had no idea this was even possible, I thought but didn’t say, unable to form the words as he took his other hand and placed just the slightest amount of pressure over my pelvic bone while he continued to stroke shallowly with flexed fingers. This was mind-blowing. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think and I didn’t care. I had never experienced or felt anything in comparison in my life. Every part of my body was hot and felt like it had its own beat. That beat grew and spread out from the deepest, darkest core of my being. An explosion began to build. My hips bucked. “Oh, God, Michael!” I cried again as the waves of sensation began to radiate. It felt so good that I never wanted it to end.
He pulled his fingers out. “No…” I protested, pulling my knees in, trying to maintain this state of suspended climax.
“No,” he gritted out, his jaw tight with his own torrid pain. “I don’t want to miss this!” He forcefully pulled my knees apart and plunged his straining cock into my spasming pussy.
I was almost afraid that he wouldn’t be able to maintain the incredible bar that his talented fingers had set but, as soon as he started to thrust in long velvety strokes, keeping that ever-so-slight pressure on my pubic bone, it sent me into a whole other stratosphere. I grabbed on to the sheets, trying to hold myself down.
I was bombarded by one blissful, devastating, deep, gut-wrenching wave after another of exquisite, steady pleasure. I wanted to weep at the intensity of it.
“Oh, God, Hol! You’re so fuckin’ hot in here.” He shuddered as if he meant that as a good thing.
My taut stomach undulated again and again. “Can you feel it?” I panted, hoping he was feeling, on his end, even a modicum of the rapture he’d created inside me.
“Oh, fuck, yeah.” The tension on his handsome face pulled his skin tight over his jaw as he fought to hold back, trying to prolong it for me. “I’ve never felt anything this good.”
I was elated to hear that we were experiencing something new together. I held on to him as if he were the only thing anchoring me down. He shuddered, finally collapsing on top of me. I continued to move as my body and my brain tried to catch up with one another. I felt so overwhelmed and intensely rocked. I was feeling so close to him in that moment, I started to cry.
“Hey.” He rolled and pulled me into his arms. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, concern clear in his deep voice.
“No,” I sniffed. “It was just…beautiful.”
He sighed, relieved. “Then why are you crying?”
I wasn’t sure. “I don’t know. It was just so amazing. I’ve never had that happen before. I can’t even put it into words.” I’d thought my sex life was fine. I’d always enjoyed it, found it fulfilling. I’d never known until now what I’d been missing. This was the reason women had sex. “I love you, Michael,” I whispered.
“I love you, too, Hol,” he responded, wiping my wet cheeks.
I sighed heavily. I felt blissfully limp and lethargic and incredibly satisfied.
“So was that a deep spot or a G-spot orgasm?” he asked, and I could hear the smile in his voice.
“Umm, I’d have to say that was a full-body orgasm,” I answered, too exhausted to be embarrassed.
“Where on earth did you learn that?” he asked.
“I thought you didn’t read it all,” I accused.
“Aren’t ya glad I lied?” He wiggled his eyebrows and grinned at me like a man who was pretty proud of his prowess.
I smiled lazily, unable to keep my eyes open. My limbs felt like lead. “Mm-hmm,” I purred.
“Seriously, where did my sweet little Holly learn that stuff?”
“I wrote an article for a men’s magazine. ‘Understanding a Woman’s Orgasm and How to Get Her There’. I even talked to a sex expert and everything.”
“You?” He chuckled. “How did you get through an interview like that without permablush?”
“Over the phone, luckily.”
“Do you still have that article?” he asked hopefully.
“I have the whole magazine, they sent me a copy.”
“I’ll be needing that,” he directed.
“No, I can assure you, you don’t. You did just fine all on your own,” I praised him.
“Just fine?” He snorted. “I thought I was going to have to peel you off the ceiling.” He leaned over and circled my nipple lightly with his tongue, and my body reacted with a less intense shudder.
My tired eyes shot open. He grinned arrogantly, like a man armed with the knowledge of his power over me. He chuckled, then threw an arm over my hip and we slept. 

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Week 74 #MasturbationMonday Damn Near Perfect #erotic #flashfic

Masturbation Monday Week 74

The rules are simple
Write a steamy hot post about masturbation or share a snippet so hot, it’ll make our readers want to masturbate.

I wasn't sure that I would have time to write for this weeks meme, but the image prompt was just too good not to participate. He's just so beautiful, he's been on my mind all weekend. So here we go...

"How's that new boarder working out?" Rachel asked.

"Good. Thankfully." Up to my elbows in sudsy water, I did dishes while she was on speaker phone.

"What's his name again?"

"Robb. With two Bs."

"Right, right."

"We've got some serious flirt going on between us too."

"Ohh, really? Do tell. Is he hot? Do-able?"

"Definitely do-able. He's very good-looking. Classic tall, dark and handsome. Though he's not around all that much. He works and goes to school."

"Mmm, bonus."

"But he's quickly picking up on the other boarder's bad habits. It's my day off and I'm up to my eyeballs in dishes. The kitchen looks like a cyclone hit it. Typical men, they just cook and leave a big mess. Just who do they think cleans it up? And don't even get me started on the state of the bathrooms around here. Plus I have my own laundry to catch up on from my week away. I swear they think I'm their slave and not the landlady."

"Are you regretting taking on boarders?"

"Tim left me no choice. I had to pay the mortgage somehow. I wasn't about to lose the house because he suddenly got cold feet."

"What an ass-hat. I'm sorry he turned out to be such a dud. I thought he was a keeper."

I'd thought so too. 

"Do you miss him?" she asked. 

"Not really. It's like he never left. I still feel like I'm cleaning up after him." I pulled off my dish-gloves with a snap and tossed them on the counter. "My kingdom for the perfect man." I sighed.

"And what's your perfect man?" I could hear the smile in her voice.

"The perfect man does not exist but the first guy who walks through that door, does dishes, laundry and can cook, I'll do right in the middle of this dining room table."

"Oh no, don't say it, not on Grandma's prize antique table."

Absentmindedly, I ran my fingers across the shiny dark wood. "The very one. Can you find me a guy like that, Rach?"

"Fuck that, if I could find one of those I'd keep him for myself." She laughed. "Wanna take a break?"

"Sure. What do you have in mind?"

"Meet me at the coffee shop. I'm buyin'."

"Sweet. I'll be there in about half and hour."

* * * *

After coffee and some impromptu shoe shopping, I hit the grocery store then headed back home. 

Before I reached the door, I inhaled the most incredible aroma. Tangy tomato and just the right balance of spices.

"Ahhh, Mrs. Romano must be making a batch of marinara again." Disappointed, I cast a look into my grocery bags. "Shoulda bought fixings for spaghetti," I mumbled as I opened the front door. I soon learned the delicious smell was coming from inside. My mouth watered. 

I followed my nose to the kitchen. A pot simmered on the stove.

I set the bags on the counter and gaped at how clean and tidy it was. The dishes had been, not only washed but put away. Everything was sparkling clean. "What is going on?"

Surprised but feeling lighter than I had in weeks, I wandered through to the living area. It too was pristine. I dragged a finger over a side-table. It had been freshly dusted. Pillows on the couch were fluffed. The rug had been recently vacuumed.

All of a sudden I heard heavy footsteps tromping up the basement stairs.

I continued through the living room and into the adjoining dining area. 

I froze. Robb, my newest boarder stood near the dining room table, with his back to me. He was shirtless. His missing tee, hung from the back pocket of his low riding jeans. 

I must have made a sound. He turned and looked at me. His hair was all tousled and sexy. A days growth of stubble shadowed his cheeks and chin. "Hey." He grinned. He pulled his shirt from his pocket and slung it over one broad bare shoulder.

"Hey, yourself." I returned his grin. "Did you do all this?"

"Do all what?" He feigned innocence.

"The dishes?"

"Yep. That was me." He leaned back resting his hips on the edge of the table. His stomach muscles rippled snagging my attention for a moment. I tore my gaze away in an attempt to focus on his handsome face. Unable to stop myself, I neared him, slowly. 

"There's a load of laundry in the dryer and a second in the washer," he said.

Surprised but pleased I nodded. 

"Hope you don't mind. I may have co-mingled our delicates."

I chuckled at his adorable cheekiness.

"Not at all. Thank you." I paused a couple of feet from him.

"No problem." He snagged the t-shirt from his shoulder and wiped slowly over his chest. "Supper will be ready in about an hour? Can I interest you in joining me? Do you like spaghetti? I make a mean red sauce." He winked. "But my cream sauce is even better."

"I'll bet," I replied, as he took the shirt, bunched it up like a rag and started circling the tabletop with it, like he was polishing the finish. 

"Now what can we do for an hour, while that sauce simmers? Let me see. Dishes are done." He pushed off of the table and stood to his full height, all the while staring intently into my eyes, but with the most mischievous stare. "Laundry is all but taken care of. And..." he paused only inches from me. I had to look up at him. "...supper is on the go." His mouth quirked. "Care to take the table for a spin?" 

For a moment, I was baffled. I thought I must be missing the joke, when all of a sudden my conversation with Rachel came rushing back. And she'd been on speaker. He must have overheard our conversation. My cheeks flamed.

"Isn't that what you said. The first man who walks through the door, does dishes, laundry and makes supper, you'd do right here on this dining room table?"

A nervous giggle bubbled up the back of my throat. This couldn't be happening. 

"Now, are you a woman of your word?" Yup, that's what I'd said.

Gently, he pulled me forward. Our bodies touched. His erection pressed against my abdomen. Anticipation made my skin prickle. But no, this was crazy.

I stared into his bare chest. "You think a few chores rate a good tumble?"

"Only one way to find out," he drawled. 

All of a sudden I felt his big warm hands at my hips. He applied mild pressure then swept his palms under my t-shirt, skimming up my sides. My shirt rose uncovering my midsection. Just when I thought he might cup my breasts, he detoured around to my back and massaged up to my shoulders.

"I'm sorry I've left everything for you to clean up. I've been busy with school and work," he explained. "When I come in, after a long day, I just cook something to eat and leave the dishes, so I can study or get some much needed sleep. I fully intended to clean up when I had a day off. I didn't mean for you to feel like you needed to do it for me. I should have left you a note, that I'd get to it eventually."

He worked his hands slowly down my back. "That's okay," I said. My breath buffeted off his chest and back at me. His warm skin was right there. My lips tingled. Would it be so wrong? I skimmed my closed mouth over the hard swell of his upper pec and inhaled his scent.

"I've been trying to figure out a way to get to know you," he said. "I just didn't know how to start." Seduction was always a good ice breaker. "And time again. I never seem to have enough."

He had magic hands. He'd reached my lower back just above my backside. Using circular soft strokes he manipulated my flesh with his fingertips.

"Mmm that feels so good." Just as I said it, he applied the tiniest bit of pressure in those two little dimples just above my ass, on either side of my tailbone. A hot wet rush flooded my lower body. My head rolled back and I couldn't suppress the moan of pleasure that escaped my throat. "Oh God!" I almost climaxed, right then and there. What the fuck?

"Yeah, that's the spot," he murmured, against my jaw.

"Where on earth did you learn that?" I gripped his biceps, just trying remain on my feet.

He reared back so he could look at me but thankfully, he kept up that delectable swirling motion on my lower back. There was that adorable grin back. "Chiropractic student," he explained simply, right before he hit that spot once again. I shuddered uncontrollably as another rush of sensation traveled over my frazzled nerve endings. My pussy suddenly felt heavy and swollen. Like we'd already been on a marathon foreplay session. 

He let up and continued to use his fingertips in that same rounding pattern. "Undo your jeans. Give me more room to work."

More room to work? I was practically a puddle at his feet now. But I obeyed, unfastening my jeans with all haste. Boldly, I also undid his too. 

"Uh, yeah," he breathed, as I set his thick cock free from the confines of the denim. He wasn't wearing boxers. I palmed his hot hard flesh. But only for a minute before he elbowed me away.

Robb pushed my pants over my hips and continued to expertly manipulate my flesh. He cupped my bare ass but used his thumbs in those ultra sensitive divots at the base of my spine. 

"Oh God!" I trembled again. This time he pulled me against him. He curled his hips under bringing them in contact with my lower body. I bucked against him.

"Oh, yes. Yes." I wanted him bad. I was on the verge of a cataclysmic orgasm and I wanted him inside me when it hit. "Jeans off." I demanded pushing at his waistband. Clumsily, we worked him out of his pants.

Oh fuck! "Condom?" I asked, somehow thinking clearly through the fog of need. 

"In my wallet. Back pocket." 

I grabbed his trousers and took out his wallet then handed it to him. While he found it and rolled the rubber on, I wiggled out of my jeans.

We faced each other, breathing hard.

I placed my hand in the middle of his chest and gave him a slight push. He raised his hips and backed onto the table. I took a split second and admired his lovely naked body as he shifted and balanced, right there on my grandma's antique dining room table. All hard planes of rippling muscle and that smooth throbbing erection just begging to be touched, sucked and... He reached for me and I jumped to action.


Probably not pretty, but eagerly, I kneed my way up onto the flat surface with him. He held his cock up as I straddled him and centered over him. 

The second my hot wet pussy touched the tip of his dick, we both groaned. Slowly, I sank down his length. 

To my surprise he sat up so we were chest to chest. Once more he rubbed down my back. By now I knew what he was up to and I couldn't wait for him to do his magic. He applied just the right pressure to my lower back. Delicious erratic pulses consumed my inner walls, and with him fully sheathed in my greedy pussy, I exploded in a gut-wrenching, mind-blowing orgasm. I gyrated against him.

He tipped his head back. His mouth was open and he panted. "Ahhh, fuck, yeah!" He jerked and shuddered, his hips juddered as he joined me. 

Robb gathered me in. I placed my head on his chest, as we caught our breath and I listened to his heart rate ease as we calmed. "That was incredible," I said. "Are you at the top of your class?" I asked, looking up at him.

The corner of this mouth drew up. "Yeah. How'd you know?"

"Lucky guess."

"You think my back rubs are good, you just wait until I give you a good foot massage."

"Oh?" I laughed.

"Mmm hmm." He reached around behind him where my legs were still curled around the back of him. He grabbed one foot and slid his thumb over my tender arch towards the heel of my foot. "There's a spot on the foot and if I manipulate it just right, I could give you an instant orgasm."

Dubiously, I stared at him. 

He pressed into my arch while still doing that amazing gesticulation with his thumb and my pussy actually contracted around his flaccid cock. 

I gasped and he chuckled. "It's all reflexology, honey."

Dishes, laundry, he could cook and give massages and foot rubs. And he could fuck. Now that sounded pretty damn near perfect to me. 

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Week 54 #MasturbationMonday Good Deed #erotic #excerpt

The rules are simple
Write a steamy hot post about masturbation or share a snippet so hot, it’ll make our readers want to masturbate.

The sound of glass breaking in the kitchen sent me running in that direction.

“You okay?” I asked from the doorway.

My wife stood facing the kitchen sink, up to her elbows in suds. She stared up at the ceiling a clear indicator she was pissed and searching for some divine intervention.

“Great. Just fucking great!” she said through clenched teeth.

“Don't move,” I warned.

Gingerly, I tiptoed in, grabbing the broom and the dust pan.

I cleaned up the mess around her bare feet first. While I was down there, I kissed the back of her knee and admired her lovely long legs.

“Quit it,” she snapped.

“Come on, you can't wear those short shorts and not get a reaction, baby.”

“Just hurry up.”

I swept the entire area around her. “Wow that thing really shattered. There are shards all the way over here.”

“I'm not surprised. My entire day has been this way.” She sniffed.

Shit! Tears. She didn't cry often, so it really got to me when she broke down.

I tossed the contents of the dustpan into the trash then replaced the broom in the corner.

Slowly, I approached. I placed a dry dish towel over her shoulder for her hands and said, “Why don't you take a break and I'll finish these up.”

“You don't have to. I'm almost done now. There's only a couple of small plates and silverware left.” With the corner of the towel, I blotted her tears.

I slid my arms around her from behind. I bent down and skimmed my lips up her neck. “You wanna talk about it?”

“Talk about what? How everything I touch goes to shit?”

I kissed her, just under her ear, a sensitive little spot that usually got her attention. Instantly, I felt some of the tension drain from body.

I lifted her slightly damp t-shirt and stroked along her silky belly. She didn't elbow me, as I half expected her to do, instead she turned all supple and pliant even dropping her head back onto my shoulder.

Taking my time, I stroked her warm flesh, in slow circles, moving lower with every pass. At first, I was content to caress her through her shorts, using the seam to abrade her slit.

Soon she grew restless, rubbing her backside against my erection.

Finally, I tucked one hand inside her shorts and was rewarded with a throaty groan. Probing softly, I found her sweet pussy slick; more than ready for my touch. “Mmm, that's sweet stuff, ya got there, baby.”

She mewled something incoherent and shimmied her hips in an anxious gesture.

Barely touching her, I rounded her clit with slow, gentle precision.

“Mmm, yeah” she panted. “Faster,” she whimpered. Her hips twitched.

But I maintained the same slow and soft tempo.

“Uh, Gawd, hun, you're driving me crazy!” She moaned and unfastened the snap on her shorts. She yanked the zipper, making room. Snaking her hands down there too, she pulled her pussy lips open. The action caused the coiled little nub to poke out, ever so slightly. I dipped back into her saturated pussy, wetting my fingertips once again with her slippery cream. I rubbed my thumb and finger together, spreading it around then plucked at her swollen clit with relentless care.

She cried out, her hips bucked convulsively. She rubbed her ass against my throbbing dick as she came. I knew I could press on and find my own release but this time, it wasn't about me. I just wanted her to feel better. I continued to round the pulsing velvety nub until she eventually pushed my hand aside.

She inhaled deeply and turned her head slightly from where it still rested on my shoulder. She looked beautiful, her face slightly flushed, her eyes heavy lidded. A small satisfied smile played about her mouth. “Uhhh. Finally something today went right.”

“Glad I could help,” I said and kissed her cheek then I backed away.

“Well don't run away so fast. I don't think I'm done with you just yet.” She pulled the dishtowel from her shoulder and dried her hands. She turned towards me. I couldn't help but grin. I knew that look in her eye. She slipped her fingers inside the waistband of my jeans and yanked me back in her direction and I knew in that moment, my good deed was about to be reciprocated.

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Week 52 #MasturbationMonday - The Anniversary Edition - Andi and Toni #erotic #excerpt

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The rules are simple
Write a steamy hot post about masturbation or share a snippet so hot, it’ll make our readers want to masturbate.

An f/f scene from m/f/f  erotic romance
Streetlight People 

 Then Toni was there. Insinuating herself into our twosome. She touched us both, running a hand up my side and up his. My hands stilled on his pulsing flesh. I couldn’t seem to do too many things at once.

Toni moved in on us, her bare skin touching ours. She’d removed the rest of her clothing. Street and I were still kissing, then her lips were there too. She was kissing both of us. Street opened his mouth wider and she inserted her tongue. He retreated and I reluctantly released my hold on his magnificent cock. Then there was just her mouth on the side of mine. It was up to me. I had to shift my mouth over hers or move away.

I hesitated, but I felt Street caressing the side of my breast. I knew that he was still there and, weirdly, it comforted me.

Toni moved her hand to the side of my face as she tried to coax me to interact with her.

I was slow, but finally I moved so our lips were positioned. I kissed her, closed-mouthed at first. She seemed okay with that. As if she’d allow me to set the pace. But her hands were more convincing. She skimmed them softly from the curve of my neck over my shoulders, down my arms. She stroked softly over my back, all the while letting me kiss and peck at her lips timidly. And my body responded, her fingers causing goosebumps wherever they trailed.

I wasn’t ready for it, but she moved her hand between my legs. With her fingers, she dived into the slick folds and I realised that I was still fully aroused. The heat and the rush of wetness was all right there. There was no hiding it from her. I felt her hum against my lips, as if she liked how it felt.

She used one of her fingers to slowly circle my clit, and my mouth opened on a silent moan of pleasure at the current of electricity that shot through me. God, it felt good. But I pushed her hand away. If she kept that up, I’d come again. I wanted to give some pleasure, instead of always taking it.

I wanted to know what it was like to kiss her, like I’d kissed Street. Would it be different?

I seized either side of her head and opened my mouth over hers. She froze for a split second, as if she hadn’t expected me to take over, but when I did, she allowed me to. I touched my tongue to hers, hesitantly at first, but when she responded in kind, I felt another pulse of excitement.

She moved closer to me. I felt her skin against mine. It was warm and smooth, almost delicate. I wondered if I felt that way to her. She moved her body over mine and I felt our nipples catch. I gasped at the sensation. We broke apart and stared at each other. My chest was rising and falling rapidly as I tried to breathe. She was out of breath too. I watched, captivated by the little hard buds rising and falling in my line of sight. She kneed her way closer to me on the bed, took her own breast in her hand and arched her back towards me. She circled her nipple around mine.

It felt so good. I looked at her, wondering if she was feeling even a fraction of what I was. Her mouth was open and her eyes were half closed.

I felt Street’s weight lift off the bed as she made another circle, nipple to nipple.

I exhaled hard again. I wanted more. I lifted my shaking right hand and I touched Toni’s other breast, hesitantly cupping it, squeezing the soft flesh before tweaking the hardened bud between my fingers. When the little bumps around her areola hardened too, I felt a rush of satisfaction—the same kind of power I’d felt when I’d known Street had ejaculated over little more than bumping and grinding. Could I do the same to her, as unskilled as I was at making love to a woman? But I knew what I liked. I had that to go on.
 

Before long we were rubbing our tits all over each other, trying to achieve that next little plateau of arousal.

Toni grabbed my head and dived at my lips. We kissed each other, just like I had Street. The only difference was that she liked to flick her tongue a whole lot faster, which made me think that was the rhythm she would like in other places. I wanted to try it out.

I broke free from her hold and dipped my head. I couldn’t believe I was about to do this, but I did it. I kissed her taut nipple.
 

She inhaled sharply.

I shaped my lips around the bud, giving it the slightest little suck, then I circled my tongue around it. She tasted sweet and salty at the same time.
 

Toni took my other hand and guided it to her other breast. Duh. I should have known that. It was what I liked too.

I brought my fingers to my mouth and wet them with my own saliva before stroking the slickness all over her other nipple, so my fingers slid nicely over her taut skin. It took me a moment to get my tongue in sync with my fingers but when I did, she groaned with pleasure and thrust her hips towards me. A tiny little pulse started to throb between my legs. Her arousal was stoking my own. And once my mind went there, I wanted to touch her there.

I wasn’t sure if I was coordinated enough to keep stimulating her nipple with my mouth and touch her pussy at the same time. At least, not yet. I might need some practice. So I released her breast. She moaned her displeasure, but when I skimmed my palm over her stomach on a path down to her pussy, her breath hitched with anticipation.

I hit a patch of hair. Almost stubble-like, as if it were just growing back. I didn’t know if I liked that. But as I curved my fingers lower and shaped them around her lips, they were smooth. I liked that.

I slid my hand between her legs, reaching as far as I could go, using my thumb against her leg as a guide. She opened her stance a little wider for my exploration. I cupped her firm ass with my other hand, holding her steady, then dipped my fingers into the slippery slit.

She closed her eyes and breathed heavily through her nose, her mouth shut, her jaw tight with tension.

I looked around the room, trying to locate Street. He was standing about ten feet away, watching us, gloriously naked, his eyes heavy with arousal. He was touching himself. He knew that I was watching but it didn’t stop him. He looked right at me and gave his straining cock a long, slow stroke before sliding his large hand almost to the tip, where he choked it quickly, just as I had been doing for him not so long ago. His face contorted with the tension he fought against. My lips parted as I watched him. I wanted to jerk him off. He didn’t need to do it himself.

My hands had stilled again. It would seem that I couldn’t concentrate on one body while craving another. I was like a kid in a candy store. I wanted to flit from one sweet treat to another, ready and eager to sample them all, not wanting to miss out on any but so distracted by so many new and different delights that I could not keep my mind on just one. My father had always said I couldn’t walk and chew gum at the same time.

“Andi,” Toni breathed my name beside me. She took my wrist and moved my arm, sending my fingers deeper into her slick heat, reminding me. “Please.”

I shook my head slightly, hesitating, still locked on Street’s dark eyes. He gave me a lift of his chin, encouraging me to continue with Toni.

I tore my gaze from his. I could see she needed some relief. Her eyes were almost desperate, in a glassy kind of haze of desire. I was two orgasms up on her.

I waggled my fingers all around her wet pussy, teasing, almost tickling before easing my middle finger inside her. The lubricated, soft, tissuey walls closed around it and we both gasped at the sensation. I knew how she was feeling but I was also experiencing from the other side, maybe understanding what it felt like for a guy when he gave a woman pleasure. My own pussy flooded with that lush, heavy need.

“Mmm,” she hummed, bearing down on my hand. I started to prime her, sliding in and out of her slowly.

She coaxed me back towards her lips and we began kissing again. I wasn’t shy about it now. I liked it. She tasted good and she was an excellent kisser.

Toni pushed my hand out from between her legs, because again, I couldn’t seem to do two things at once. I hadn’t realised it, but once we’d started necking I’d stopped fingering her. When had I developed sexual ADD?

Toni’s hands were still against my cheeks, holding me. She pulled my lips hard against hers, and for a moment we had a battle of wills. She wanted to take me over but I wasn’t sure that I wanted her to have the upper hand. It was one thing to let a male think he was in charge when I was in a sexual situation. Sometimes I wanted the guy to take the lead—I
wanted to play the damsel—and sometimes I didn’t. I wasn’t sure why, but in this case, I didn’t want one of us to have more power than the other. Okay, I didn’t want her to have more over me, I guessed. We were either going to be equals here, or I was heading back over to Street, where I knew the rules.

I grabbed her right back and we struggled, lips and tongues clashing. Toni made a sound in the back of her throat and all of a sudden everything changed, softened. She became pliable. It was my turn to stop and stare. Even her adversarial expression had gone. And the look she gave me make my pussy rush again, all heavy and tingling.

I stared at her mouth, plump and wet. I’d done that, I thought. I kissed her again, but the way I thought we should kiss. Soft and sweet. We didn’t have to be rough with each other. And oh, God, was it good.

From there, it was give and take. I slid my fingers delicately over the sides of her breasts and she did the same to me. My nipples hardened at the soft touch. I was too busy with my tongue in her mouth to know if hers pearled, so I reached with my thumbs, pleased to find that they were as stiff as mine felt. Then she circled my taut buds. I gasped as her touch sent a delectable shockwave straight to my pussy.

She seemed to know what I needed. Snaking her hands around my back, she gripped my ass and pulled my pussy against hers. Ahh, the pressure. It was just what I craved. I slid my hands behind her and did the same to her. We rocked against each other until she broke the hold to once again trail her fingers through my wet folds.

“You are so slick,” she whispered.

I wanted to feel her too. I ran my fingers back over her lips until I hit her glossy moisture. “So are you,” I said, on a half laugh. 

I ran my middle finger forward until I found her clit. She kept her eyes on mine as she followed the same action, finding my burning nub with her fingertip.

I started circling hers. She rounded mine. I watched her face as she enjoyed my touch, knowing that I was mirroring her pleasure.

Street’s weight sinking onto the bed signalled to Toni and me that he was going to join our little party. I knew what I was going to need shortly, and I wondered how we were going to work this out. We were short on male body parts and I wanted his dick embedded deep inside me. Although I was enjoying my encounter with Toni, I still needed to finish off with a man.

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