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#EroticLimericks Inspired by The Brighton Tales

Today, I’ve worked on so many things. My mind is absolutely buzzing with thoughts and inspiration.

It started with my #EroticLimericks. I’ve told you about these before. My goal is to get 50 really great ones to use in the book and at least another 25 for promotional purposes. It’s been slow going mostly because it’s hard to write more than 3 or 4 at a time, before it begins to feel repetitive. Lots of breaks need to be taken. I’ve also been doing limerick research, just to kinda learn all about the art and history of it.

After they are all written, I need to decide how it’s all going to get laid out. Currently, I’m writing a certain number of poems all with a common line, such as my Did You Hear About… and On This Happy Valentine’s Day limericks. In total, it’ll equal 8 “chapters”, plus the introduction. I’m not sure how many words or pages it’ll end up being, but that’ll all be figured out once I finish writing and decide the layout.

Then we get to the fun of designing. I have no ideas where design is concerned – it is absolutely not my forte. I imagine once I get to this step, I’m going to be mighty excited because it will mean that I am so close to completing my goal of publishing a book.

Of course, all this work on one book made me open up some files of previous books I’ve worked on in the past. Some of you may have seen me write of The Brighton Tales in the far past. It’s a story that I worked on diligently for awhile back in probably 2009ish, and then basically abandoned for a really long time. One of the main characters, Atticus, still haunts my dreams regularly – begging me to tell this story.

So tonight, I perused those files. Worked a little bit on the backstory of a couple characters and outlined a few more things, and it kind of inspired me to check out all the little collections of inspiration I’ve gathered over the years in working on this story. So then, I was kinda overly inspired.

And decided to write a couple of limericks about The Brighton Tales 😉

The Brighton Ceremony
Is an annual affair
There’s an auction and games
Humiliation and shame
It’ll strip you bare

Let me tell you about Josephine
The Queen of a land called Brighton
Known for being cold
So many slaves sold
And her corset is firmly tightened

The Prince with the caramel hair
And the Royal Army’s command
He’s seeking true love
When push comes to shove
For a slave to wear his brand

Princess Aria is jealous
Of Atticus’ rise to the throne
She will never be Queen
She will never be seen
No matter how many tantrums she’s thrown

NOTE:

  • The word “slave” is a placeholder for a yet undecided word that describes a person in voluntary and renowned ownership by the Kingdom
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“Good Morning, Beautiful”

The alarm clock rang loudly, the two bells clanging against the metal, sharp and tinny, echoing off the walls. We both jumped, my hand stretching out and throwing the alarm across the room. A final ding as it hit the floor.

He wrapped his arm tightly around me and nuzzled into my neck, “Good morning, beautiful“, and I cringed into my pillow letting out a dramatic moan. He ran his hand down my stomach and over the front of my thighs, an obvious shudder following his lazy movement. “I know today sucks, but I can get your day off to a good start!“.

He rolled me onto my back, my hair covering my face. He gently wiped it away as he climbed on top of me and then disappeared beneath the blanket. I closed my eyes tightly as his tongue and lips began their journey downwards. He sucked gently on my nipple as he lifted my breast up to his mouth and his hand led the way for his lips down my stomach.

He put his hand between my thighs and opened them slightly, kneeling between them. I held my breath in anticipation and he seemed to hover there forever. I lifted the blanket to check that he was okay and he smiled at me before delving in for a taste.

He moaned as he consumed me sending a solid vibration through my already glistening body. My back arched involuntarily and he wrapped his hands up around my hips, his tongue beginning to lap soothingly at my very wet pussy. I tossed my head back and forth, half in disbelief and half still dramatically upset over being awoken. He moaned again and I melted.

He let his finger travel over my clit, followed quickly by his tongue as his finger slowly slid in me. He turned his fingers around, so they were facing up instead of down, and let another finger follow. As his fingers skillfully tugged at the top of my vagina, he sucked rhythmically on my clit, fluctuating between gentle and hard.

He moved his other hand over the bottom of my stomach, pinning my hips down to the bed, pushing my pubic mound up. He tugged with his fingers as if he was reaching for this hand on my belly all the while sucking my clit. The blankets were held tightly in my clenched white fists and he just kept sucking and tugging.

I threw off the blanket and grabbed a fistful of his hair. Pulling him off my clit, he smiled up at me and then quickly pulled his fingers out of me. I went stiff as a board and he placed his strong hands on my thighs, and he held them open as I began squirting, thrashing about with all of my might.

I collapsed back on the bed, drenched in sweat, thighs covered in my own juices and he tapped my clit gently, causing me to flinch and twitch, until my whole body relaxed and my heartbeat steadied. He sat and watched as I came down from it all, rubbing his hands along my calves and thighs.

As my eyes closed, he slid his fingers back in me, this time more forcefully. He flicked his two fingers quickly within me and again I arched my back fiercely, holding myself up on my elbows, as his fingers moved faster. He reached up for my breast, his hand just grazing my nipple and I screamed out his name.

He quickly pulled his fingers out of me and thrust his cock into me as my juices spurted out around him. Thrust after thrust, and it just kept coming. I began to shiver as the final wave swept over me and he pulled me in close to him, my lips on his neck. I wrapped my legs around his waist and grabbed tightly onto his ass as he pushed deeper and deeper into me.

He lifted up to kiss me and put his hand around my throat. My hands wrapped around his forearm as he put just the slightest pressure under my chin and he whispered, “I’m cumming“, as he thrust forward, holding himself deep inside of me, unloading as he held me by the throat. He rocked gently as the last drops left him and I pushed against him with my thighs.

He pulled out of me, releasing me, as I began to cum, squirting out my own juices and his. He rubbed his hand back and forth over the wet opening and my tender swollen clit and I convulsed frantically beneath him. My hips lifted clear off the bed, my whole body pulsing.

I collapsed drearily back onto my pillow. He climbed on top of me, brushed the hair out of my face and wiped a solitary drop of sweat from my eyebrow. He kissed me softly and whispered, “Good morning, beautiful“. I smiled, “Yes. Yes it was!“.

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#EroticLimericks: Did you hear about…

I’ve done a series of six erotic limericks about six different people.

Did you ever hear about any of them before?


Did you hear about Giselle?
Feel free to share these #EroticLimericks!

Did you hear about Giselle?
The girl from down the way
She sucked on his cock
Made him hard as a rock
And then went about her day


Did you hear about Sebastian?
Fell free to share these #EroticLimericks!

Did you hear about Sebastian?
He’s known as a lady’s man
He plays with the pussy
And spanks every tushy
Of all the woman he can


Did you hear about Louise?
Feel free to share these #EroticLimericks!

Did you hear about Louise?
She was always on her knees
From behind, deep inside
She would secretly confide
She was more than happy to please



Did you hear about John Thomas?
Feel free to share these #EroticLimericks!

Did you hear about John Thomas?
That’s what he called his cock
It was given that name
After playing a game
With the twins living down the block


Did you hear about Susannah?
Feel free to share these #EroticLimericks!

Did you hear about Savannah?
This girl she was so fine
She’d point at my penis
Sweet tension between us
And tell me, “Your cum is mine!”


Did you hear about Donald Trump?
Feel free to share these #EroticLimericks!

Did you hear about Donald Trump?
With hair as orange as the sun
He had a small dick
Got pissed on by some chick
Can you believe he won…?


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Truly Living – My FetLife Poem

Today, I updated my FetLife profile because for the first time in over a year, The Boyfriend and I had pictures to add (post to come about that later tonight because I have stuff to do right now…)! So, I didn’t want to add them to a basically abandoned profile.

While I was updating, I came across this poem that I had written about a year ago and felt like I wanted to share it here – for all of the people who can’t see my FetLife profile.

His hand wrapped around my throat, and I felt safe.
His fingers pressed into me, my breath suspended.
He watched me closely, waiting for the signal.
I tapped out and he stroked my hair.
I gasped and felt truly alive.

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Happy Valentine’s Day – 7 Erotic Limericks For You

It’s been a long time since I last wrote a limerick and so I thought it would be fun to write one for Valentine’s Day, but then I easily wrote more than one – so here’s a collection of erotic limericks for you to enjoy and I encourage you to share them on your favorite social networks.


Pussy Be Wet

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On This Happy Valentine’s Day
May your pussy be exceptionally wet
May things slip, may they slide
All around your inside
May you cum every chance you get


Deep Inside

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On This Happy Valentine’s Day
May your cock go for a ride
May it penetrate
And feel great
When you’re deep inside


Get Some Head

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On This Happy Valentine’s Day
May you get some head
May you wiggle and squirm
Get it gentle and firm
May your cheeks flush red


Shiver and Heave

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On This Happy Valentine’s Day
May your dreams be realized
May you shiver and heave
On your hands and your knees
As I slide between your thighs


Black and Blue

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On This Happy Valentine’s Day
May your fantasies come true
May you feel the burn
When you take your turn
Being beaten black and blue


Moan All Alone

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On This Happy Valentine’s Day
May your pleasure come first
May you growl and moan
In your room all alone
And quench your every thirst


Hold Her Tight

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On This Happy Valentine’s Day
May you hold her body tight
May you stroke her
May you please her
Before you say goodnight


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I Write to Remember

I Write to Remember

I write to remember
So I won’t forget
All the places I’ve been
All the people I’ve met

I write to remember
Every moment in time
When the seconds and minutes
Did more than tick by

I write to remember
Every day of my life
The days filled with love
The years, with strife

I write to remember
All the love that I’ve had
All of the good times
And all of the bad

I write to remember
All of these things
Because life lives
In the memory

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The Cane

The Cane
The Cane – An Erotic Limerick by Valerie Rayne

This erotic limerick originally appeared on Valerie Rayne Writes as a submission to The Erotic Writers Group challenge, #SaturdaySerenade. See the original post.

The Cane

There was an old man named Yoo
Who crafted canes of bamboo
They made the girls shriek
And weren’t for the meek
And if you’re lucky, you’ll get it too

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

There once lived a lady named Jane
Who couldn’t resist the cane
With every hard smack
She rubbed at her crack
And immensely enjoyed the pain

Her lover was gentle yet firm
As her bottom began to burn
She yelped and she cried
It filled him with pride
And then she began to squirm

He hit her hard from behind
She had no places to hide
He had had enough
Was done being tough
And laid down at her side

They wrapped up in each other
And she began to hover
In that mythical place
They call subspace
Protected by her lover

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The Club – Part 2

Have you Read The Club – Part 1 yet?

Taryn walked ahead of me back across the parking lot and I could not take my eyes off of the amazing shape of her backside and the way it moved in front of me. Her legs, held up by these amazing high heels, stretched out from the bottom of her tight dress and crossed ever so elegantly with each step she took. I knew how wet she was and I couldn’t help but wonder what that must feel like as the cum and her liquid slid down her thighs.

She turned to look at me and flashed me a wide smile and I caught a glimpse of the club just slightly beyond her and I quickly ran to catch up to her, wrapping my arms around her waist as I caught up. She continued walking and I could hear her laughing, although more and more the sound of her was being drowned out by the loud music coming out of the constantly opening and closing club door.

She grabbed my hand and walked into the club, raising our hands up over our heads as she began to dance and walk at the same time. I smiled at her and she continued off in front of me again, raising up her dress just enough that I could see the bottoms of her ass cheeks. She turned her head and smiled at me, continuing to dance her way through the narrow hallway.

Finally back out on the floor, I turned her away from me and forced her hips this way and that across the raging erection in my pants. She teasingly rubbed herself up and down, fast and slow and I could feel her wetness on the front of my pants. I pulled, pushing her harder and harder onto me, and she bent forward as my hands traveled up her back. I roughly grabbed her shoulders and she continued to grind on me as I pulled her and pulled her.

I was so turned on by her. Sure, Taryn and I were best friends and sure we had fucked before, after almost every break up. But never had it been like this and I had no idea what to expect next. Her ass was so hot rubbing against me and I was sure she would make me cum if she kept it up. I wanted to be like that other guy and cum inside of her, not cum in my pants, so I abruptly turned around, putting my ass against her and playing it off like I was just dancing.

She stood up and turned around, wrapping her arms around my waist and pushing her beautiful breasts into my back. She kissed the back of my neck and let her hands roam and I reached behind me to feel her still moving her hips to the beat of the music. I let my hands wander over her ass and when I felt flesh I grabbed hard, digging my fingers into her. Her hands continued on my body, and when her fingers began to slide in between my belt and skin, I grabbed her wrist and turned around to look her in the eye.

I can’t do this here!“, I said, as calmly as I could although yelling it at her so she could hear me. She smiled, “Okay!“, she yelled back and it felt like we stood there forever, neither of us sure what to do next. I shouted, “Come with me!“, and pulled her by her wrist off of the dancefloor.

I glanced back behind me and she was hurrying along in her heels, her breasts bouncing vigorously as I walked briskly towards the exit. I pushed the door open with my hip, never letting her hand go, and pulled her along behind me. She giggled and panted heavily as I hurried through the parking lot, weaving between cars until we finally arrived at mine. I slammed her up against the door of my car and used my leg to open hers. I reached between them and unlocked the car door and she sighed as my knuckles brushed against her.

Get in!“, I said and she turned and opened the door. She began to bend over to get in and I grabbed her hands and put them on the seat in front of her and made her stand with her legs and ass out the door. Her pussy glistened in the night light and I knelt down and put my tongue into her. She tasted salty with sweat and I moaned hard as I began working my tongue around her wetness. Her knees bent slightly as they quivered and my hands grabbed frantically at her beautiful ass.

I stood up and slid two fingers into her as I leaned into the car and told her not to move. I continued to stroke her wet pussy as I unlocked the back door and opened it. I stood behind her and reached my hands around her waist and pulled her back out of the car. She stood against me shaking, as I slid my hands between her legs and walked her around the open door, my fingers reaching for as much as they could feel. She moaned and ran her hand up behind my head and through my hair.

I turned her around and helped her sit on the bench of the backseat. She moved back, her feet dangling out of the car. I crawled in behind her and lifted her legs up around my hips, as I closed the door behind us. She had already begun pulling her dress off, as I undid my belt and zipper. She sat up and pulled my shirt off, kissing my stomach and chest as she did and my cock slid against her boobs.

I kissed her hard and leant her back, her head resting against the handle on the door, one leg on the floor and one in the back window. I lifted her breasts up to my lips and sucked hard on her nipples as my cock dripped precum on her waiting pussy. Her hands were down my pants grabbing roughly at my ass and I couldn’t wait any longer. I pushed myself deep into her, fast and hard, her pussy soaking and warm. I thrust hard into her and she moaned loudly.

She threw her legs up around my back, pulling me even deeper into her and her hips frantically whipped against me. I leaned back a little and slid my hand down her stomach and began to circle her clit with my thumb as I continued to thrust deeply into her. She panted, “Right there, right there!“, over and over again and I grabbed her waist with my other hand to hold her on me as she bucked wildly. “Yeah, cum all over my cock, cum hard!” and her breath quickened. Her whole body froze and a small moan began to escape between her clenched teeth.

I began to pull back and out of her, loosening my grip on her waist, when her moan grew louder and louder and her hips began thrusting vigorously and her hands searched for me. I bent over and kissed her and she violently continued to convulse beneath me. “Fuck me!“, she screamed, and I roughly pounded into her, quick and steady thrusts. “That’s right. Fill my pussy!“, she whispered in my ear and I thrust hard as I pushed a huge load deep inside of her. I shivered as the last shot of cum burst out of me and collapsed on top of her, resting my cheek against her heaving breast.

She giggled as she stroked my head and I felt myself go limp inside of her slowly. “So, should we go home or go back to dancing?“, she asked and even though I wasn’t looking at her, I could tell she was smiling in that way that she always does. I mumbled into her chest, “I don’t know. What do you want to do?” and she sat quietly for a minute as the last bit of me fell out of her pussy, a stream of my cum following behind it.

I sat back and pulled up my pants, as she reached between her legs and played in the mess between them, her fingers gliding over her clit and in between the wet lips. She smiled, “I think I’m going to cum one more time and then we can go back to your place. But I want to come back here tomorrow night, okay?“, she asked and I nodded before bending over and kissing her, sliding two fingers into her opened pussy.

She circled her clit with her fingers as I thrust my fingers in and out of her, the sound of her wetness filling the otherwise silent car. She kissed me hard as her hips began to rock against my strong hand and I pulled my fingers all the way out of her before slamming them back into her. She gasped before lifting her hips right off the bench, her legs trembling and I sat back slightly to watch her body respond to my touch and her touch.

She smiled at me as I watched her intently, my eyes bouncing from amazing feature to amazing feature – the curve of her breasts, the shape of her hips, the way her cheeks flushed with color. I held my fingers deep inside of her wriggling them as much as I could and she moaned as I watched her fingers work her clit. I couldn’t help but bend down slightly and push her hand out of the way with my lips, tasting the sweetness of her.

Her hand wrapped into my hair and pushed my lips harder onto her clit and she continued to thrust her hips wildly, her juices dripping all over my hand. I moaned as she pulled my hair and she suddenly froze, completely motionless. Her legs stopped quaking, she seemed to have stopped breathing, and her fingers sat flat on my head. I sucked gently on her clit and wiggled my fingers two or three times as a slight moan began to seep through her lips. I moaned again and her moans grew louder and louder as she began to buck against my lips frantically. Both hands went to my head and pushed me harder onto her clit and I pulled my fingers out of her and began lapping at the copious amounts of moisture that seemed to gush from between her legs. Her moan was so loud, I was sure someone would hear us, and it went on for a while, as she continued to push me into her.

She collapsed on the bench, her eyes closed and her hair messed with sweat. “Should I take you home now?“, I whispered. “To your place!“, she whispered, glancing up at me before closing her eyes again. “Are you going to come sit up front with me?“, I asked, rubbing my hands up her legs and kissing her forehead. “Right behind you.“, she mumbled and I pulled my shirt on before opening the car door and backing out of it. I reached out my hand to her and she took it to sit up. It took her a minute to get her dress back over her head and she didn’t even bother with her shoes. She reached out her hand to me and I helped her out of the backseat.

I pulled her up to kiss me and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I asked, “You ready?” and she nodded before kissing me. I held her hand and walked her over to the passenger door, opening the door for her and making sure she didn’t hit her head on the way in. She giggled as she put her seat belt on and I closed the door before coming around to my own side. I crawled in and started the car and she rested her hand in my lap. I leaned over and kissed her and she sighed. Before we were even out of the parking lot, she was asleep beside me, as I drove back to my place.

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The Club – Part 1

The music in the club was pounding out a steady rhythm as lights flashed brightly revealing particles in the air. The crowd had gathered on the dancefloor, sticky from an hours worth of spilt drinks, the air around each one of us hot with the presence of more bodies. You could hardly wiggle to the left or step to the right the bodies were crammed so tightly.

I danced closely with my best friend Taryn, our drinks raised high in the air, while our hips gyrated back and forth. Her dress exposed more and more of her cleavage as she bobbed to the beat and I pushed up tightly against her to be able to feel them bounce. She turned around and my hands worked up from her hips to her breasts and she pushed them down as she bent over to tuck them back into her dress.

I slid my hand down her back and pulled her hips closer to mine, letting her feel the bulge forming in my pants. Her skirt began to rise and I caught a glimpse of her ass cheek before she turned around to face me again. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her drink behind my head, and I wrapped my arms about her waist letting my hands rest gently on her lower back, sliding up and down as she continued to wind her hips.

A guy came up behind her and put his hands between her and me, pulling her closer to him. She rubbed up against him as he spoke in her ear. The music was so loud that I couldn’t hear a word he said, but I could see his lips moving, brushing against her neck. She leaned her head back on his shoulder and laughed loudly, as she pushed her hips forward onto me.

She turned around and wrapped her arms about the guy’s neck and he smiled directly at me. I felt like I should leave them be and began to walk away, but Taryn reached out and pulled me back behind her. She let her head fall back on my shoulder, just like she had done with him, and half-yelled at me, “Just go with it!“, and she grabbed my hands and put them on her breasts and the other guy’s hands moved down her body and around to her ass, his hand ever so slightly rubbing against me.

My hands explored the curves of her upper body, squeezing one breast and then pushing my hand down over the other, gripping right below her heaving tips as she grinded skillfully against me. She turned around to face me and kissed me hard as the other guy, sweat dripping from his forehead, grabbed hard at her ass before pulling her against him two or three times in a thrusting motion. I knew how hard she had made me, I can only imagine how hard he must’ve been.

Dancing always made Taryn incredibly horny, so it was no surprise that she was responding like this. She pushed her breasts into me and continued to kiss my lips and neck, sticking her ass out further and further to rub against the guy whose hands were all over her body, running down the sides of her legs and up under her breasts and up through her hair.

He squatted down and put his face right between her ass cheeks and my mouth hung open in shock at how forward he was being. I stopped moving entirely when Taryn reached behind her and shoved his head harder between her cheeks and I glanced frantically at the uncaring crowd around us as he stood and undid his pants pulling out his thick cock.

She smiled at me and pulled herself upright against me, until her whole body was pressed against mine. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her ass cheeks and said, “Hold on tight!“, as the guy behind her gently slid his cock into her. She moaned out loud although no one could hear her the music was so loud. The guy grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, and began kissing her neck.

I watched for a minute, unsure of what to do, feeling slightly uncomfortable as his hips and pants bucked against her bare ass, which I gripped firmly. She grabbed my head and directed it to her chest, where I frantically licked and kissed the flesh as it bounced to my lips. The guy pushed her harder and harder against me in slower and longer thrusts, and she pushed her ass further out to meet him. He let go of her hair and her head fell onto my shoulder, her hands on my lower back and her lips laying soft kisses on my collarbone.

I moved my hands to her back, one in her hair and the other just below her shoulder. I continued to rock her back and forth slowly as the other guy pulled her dress down slightly and walked away. I watched him intently, curious as to what he was doing, until he disappeared into the pulsing crowd.

She said into my neck, “I need some air“. She pushed herself off of me and grabbed my hand before turning and walking away. I followed her through the group of people, our bodies mushed together covered in sweat. We walked down the long hall out of the building, full of people leaning against walls with hands travelling to unknown places. Taryn let go of my hand as we reached the door and she pushed it open with both hands.

The air outside was cool and a light breeze blew over us, sending a shiver down my spine. She walked down a ramp and went across the parking lot and sat on steps directly across from the door of the club. She patted the cement beside her and smiled brightly at me. I smiled and sat beside her, wrapping my arm around her just in case she was cold.

I asked, “How’s your night going?” and she smiled up at me, “Amazing!” and I inquired, “Did he really fuck you?!” and she nodded and then laughed exaggeratedly. “You wanna feel?“, she asked, her eyes twinkling. I nodded vigorously, never knowing if I would ever get an opportunity like this again. She opened her legs wide, revealing that she wasn’t actually wearing any underwear – even though I had assumed she was wearing a thong or something – and she waited for me to move. I tried but I couldn’t. My hands seemed to be frozen in my lap and I just sat there staring blankly at her.

She giggled and grabbed my hand, placing it on her leg and then pushing it up under her dress. It only took a gentle nudge before my fingers were instinctively doing the rest and I gently worked my way up her inner thigh before sliding my finger inside of her. She was soaking wet and I recognized the texture of cum right away. She giggled while I wiggled my finger back and forth. I felt like I should remove my hand, since I had already felt his load inside of her, but when I went to pull away, she whispered, “Not yet!” and I roughly pushed my finger back inside of her.

She wrapped her hand behind my head and turned my lips to meet hers and I rubbed my thumb against her clit. She closed her legs as a car drove by, enclosing my hand between her legs inside of her wet pussy and I moaned at how tight she felt. “I want to fuck you, right now“, she whispered and I stopped moving, “Where? Now?” and she nodded, “Here! Yes!” and I smiled not understanding what she meant.

She knelt on the step in front of me and smiled, her eyes flickering in the yellow of the streetlight, her breasts heaving dramatically. I put my hand behind her head and pulled her lips to mine and consumed her in a deep and passionate kiss. Her hands went eagerly to my zipper and she worked my raging cock out of my pants. She looked down and smiled widely up at me, before quickly placing her lips around my shaft. I moaned and gently pushed her further and further down until she had taken every last inch of me.

She pulled her mouth off of my cock and straddled me on the steps, lowering herself upon me until she was firmly resting in my lap. My hands held the back of her dress down as she gently rocked against me, pushing her boobs up to meet my waiting tongue. I thrust my hips ever so slightly and let my fingers make their way under her dress to feel the flesh of her rear, still ensuring her dress was pulled down to cover her – although she didn’t seem to care.

She whispered in my ear, as she left little kisses, “Are you ready to go back and dance?” and every limb of my tense body went completely limp. I was so close to cumming, I didn’t want to stop, but she stood up before I could say anything and wriggled about as she pulled her dress down and adjusted her hair. I quickly shoved my cock back into my pants, struggling to make him fit through the now too tiny hole he had come out of. She giggled and wrapped her arms around me in a tight embrace, and I plopped my chin on her shoulder.

Read The Club – Part 2

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Longing for His Touch

Longing for His Touch by Valerie Rayne
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Longing for his touch all day
His hand in my hair, on my face, down my leg
My heart is a-quiver, my head is in my pain
Waiting for his touch all day

Longing for his touch so long
His fingers always knowing, never wrong
My whole body drenched in desire so strong
Waiting for his touch so long

Longing for his touch right here
His lips on my skin, so close, so near
Traversing my neck, jaw and lobe of the ear
Waiting for his touch right here

Longing for his touch on me
My flesh against him and his against me
Feeling each other, tandem heart beats
Waiting for his touch on me

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Familiar

Of all the hours that make up a day, the two hours that made up her commute home were by far the most tedious. Every day, she tried to feel optimistic about the weather, the traffic, the music in the car, anything – and every day she’d fail miserably as she’d tap on the steering wheel irritated, shaking her leg vigorously and staring aggressively at anyone who looked her way.

The final minutes of her drive always seemed like the longest. The light on the block before her street always seemed to be red and the streets bustled endlessly with what felt like the entire city to her exhausted mind. She’d try to distract herself by watching the people walking past her vehicle, but somehow this always seemed to irritate her more and she’d throw up her hands as she pressed on the brakes, cursing into the wind about her perceived misfortune.

Pulling into the driveway was always met with an audible sigh of relief. She’d pull her key out of the ignition and slump back against her seat, taking a long deep breath before grabbing her briefcase and opening the door. Her legs shook as she’d come to standing and she’d slam the door behind her with the heel of her shoe.

Her keys would slide into the lock of her front door with ease and the familiar click of them turning into place was enough to bring a smile to her face. She’d push open the door and he’d be on bended knee waiting to take her briefcase. She’d plop it down in his waiting arms and give him a kiss on the forehead, before retreating to her bedroom.

The bedroom door was always left slightly ajar, and he would kneel patiently outside it waiting for her to de-compress. First, she’d pull off her earrings and carelessly toss them in her jewelry dish. Her watch and necklace came next and then the buttons of her shirt. Sometimes she’d leave her shirt on and sometimes she’d take it off. She’d sit on the edge of her bed.

I want you“, she’d whispered.

He’d crawl into the room, his head down and his eyes fixated on the floor before him. He’d kneel in front of her and she’d curl her finger under his chin, lifting his eyes to meet hers.

Have you been a good boy today?“, she’d ask him sweetly and he’d nod his head vigorously, “Good. Now get these shoes off of me!“, she’d command uninterested.

Eagerly and without fumbling, he would slide the heel off her foot and gently massage her toes. He’d move his hands up her legs massaging the smooth muscles of her calves and clawing at the skin of her thighs. He’d unhook her garter strap from the top of her stockings and gently roll them off her leg, delighting in the revealing of her flesh.

If she wanted him to go further, she’d pull up her skirt ever so slightly, inviting him to explore her more fully. If she wanted him to wait, she’d rise and proceed to her mirror to brush out her long hair, which had spent the entire day at the office wrapped in a tight bun. He’d move to kneel beside her and wait for her next instruction.

I think I need a drink“, she would comment, as if to no one, and he would scurry out of the room on his hands and knees. After the door was closed slightly behind him, he’d rise to his feet and continue to the kitchen to prepare her a glass of red wine, which he had already decanted in preparation of her arrival. She’d still be in her chair at her mirror when he’d arrive.

He’d walk over to her, his eyes focused on the goblet of liquid. Kneeling down before her, he’d raise the glass up to her and she’d pat him on the head after receiving it. “Thank you darling. Now, please be a dear and prepare yourself for me.“, her voice dripping with honey, “And don’t bother asking me all these stupid questions. I deal with that all day, I don’t need it from you too!“, snapping at him suddenly.

Crawling on his hands and knees again, he’d exit the room and rise as he proceeded to the basement, where they had a small collection of equipment and devices that would cause the most pleasurable of pain and excite the dullest of sensations. While the collection was small, the possibilities were endless.

He’d climb up onto the converted massage table. One of his first projects as her pet was to build this table and she was very specific about how it should be built. Like a regular massage table, it would have a small opening for the face. Unlike a regular massage table, it would also have a small rectangular opening near the nipple area and a larger round opening in the genital area. The table was built on a base and had extendable legs, so that she could raise and lower him to her needs.

He grew in size the moment he heard her heel hit the first step. The familiar clunk of her stiletto on the stair caused his muscles to ripple involuntarily. He’d count her steps every time and by the thirteenth stair he was clawing at the soft leather covering the table. Fourteen and fifteen and he’d turn his head to see her come towards him.

She’d pick up her favorite crop, a solid and sturdy piece she had gotten as a birthday present. It’s black leather was slightly worn and it warmed quickly upon use. She’d trace the curves of his body with the edge of the crop, starting at his feet, which always made him squirm and working her way up over his muscular calves, his shapely thighs and lightly over the downy hair on his rear.

She’d start with gentle smacks on his backside, just barely lifting the crop off his skin. He’d lay silently watching her every move out of the corner of his eye, reveling in the calm that seemed to surround her. She’d rub her hand down his back and over his firm ass, rubbing him softly before bringing her hand down swiftly on his cheeks. He’d squirm slightly as she lifted her hand away.

She’d return to the crop, this time harder and faster. She’d bring the crop down upon him with more force and her blows were successive. An even number of hits was placed on each side and after a couple really hard ones, he was nicely reddened. She’d rub her hands over the forming welts and kiss his flesh feeling the warmth of him against her lips. She could almost never resist allowing a hand to wander to his stiff cock hanging beneath the table and he always cooed at the touch of her.

She’d walk away and he’d watch her intently. Sometimes they would have casual conversations about their days and sometimes they said nothing at all. Sometimes she spoke to him nastily, striking him down with harsh words and other times, she’d banter with him playfully, flirtatiously. He’d been with her long enough to know what was coming for him next based on the tone of her voice. If she was happy, she’d want pleasuring. But if she was unhappy, she’d want to make him unhappy too.

Did you get all your work done today?“, she’d say, her eyebrow arching in anticipation. “Yes!“, he’d respond loudly, ensuring that she’d hear him. “Oh really? All of it?“, she’d push, hoping to catch him in some sort of way to warrant a punishment, but he’d always respond, “Yes, all of it.”. And even the times she would check on his work, it would always be done to her exact specifications. He really was such a good boy.

She’d signal with her hand for him to turn onto his back and eagerly, he’d obey. Pulling his swollen member from the hole it had been situated in and rolling to allow it to spring forth, she could never help the smile in her eyes at the first sight of his beautiful cock, glistening to with his arousal.

She’d place her hands in his hair and lean over him for a deep kiss, their tongues exploring each other fully. Her hands traveled down his neck and when she reached the soft padding of his chest, she extended her fingers and dug her nails into his supple flesh. He’d moan slightly as she’d being to tug down his body, his body tightening from chest to stomach and over his hips and thighs.

She’d pull a strap from the bottom of the table and wrap it over his ankles, buckling it tight to the other side of the table. She’d tickle his feet and giggle as he tried to kick and continue on to the next strap just below his knees. She’d rub her hands up his thighs as she reached for the next strap, pulling it taut to the table. Another strap was added across his chest and one across his midsection holding his arms close to his body.

Now, lay very still darling.“, she’d coo as she removed her heels and any other clothes she was wearing that day. His eyes followed her every move and his breath quickened every time she came near him. His fingers stretched out to her involuntarily and he’d groan softly as his cock throbbed.

She’d crawl on top of him, the table having just enough room for her feet to rest comfortably beside his body. She’d squat down onto him, lowering herself slowly and carefully. Her knees would be bent right up to her chest as she reached the pinnacle of deepness and her head always tilted back. He’d wiggle slightly, his hips desperately wanting to thrust into her, and she’d squeeze his nipples hard to remind him not to move.

Harder she’d bob up and down on his member, delighting in the sensation of him deep within her. Her hands would move behind her and rest on his thighs, and she’d open up her entire body for his viewing pleasure – her breasts bouncing freely and her pussy dripping with wetness. He’d gasp at the sight of her, his eyes roaming every inch of available skin.

Oh my… yes… Such a good boy!“, she’d mutter through her clenched jaw. Her muscles would clench and twitch, and her hands would jump to his chest. She’d take him harder and faster, the feeling of her making him pulsate vigorously. “Now!“, she’d snarl at him, the familiar tone of the end of her orgasm and he would close his eyes tight concentrating on the sensations surrounding his hardened cock. Pulling against the straps on his thighs, his hips desperately craving the experience of thrusting, his forehead covered in sweat, he’d erupt into an orgasm that would leave his body heaving beneath the sturdy leather straps.

She’d undo the strap around his chest and gently lay kisses on his forehead, his neck and his upper arms. “You have been so good to me.“, she’d whisper quietly, as she undid the strap about his midsection. He’d exhale heavily as each strap was released. She’d finish the same way she started, with a soft tickle of his toes and they’d giggle with each other, as he’d playfully kick his feet.

The Writing - For Adults 18+

Big Spoon, Little Spoon

Big Spoon, Little Spoon


Hands upon my thighs
Tingles up the spine

Fingers trace my skin
Alighting fires within

Rounding up my rear
Feels so close, so near

Curve along my side
Shivers deep inside

Hand about my hip
Fingers digging in

Bodies sharing heat
Erratic heartbeats

Nails down my arm
A certain kind of charm

Palms against palms
In a moment, calm

Wrapped up in love
That’s what dreams are made of


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