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Saturday, October 25, 2014

The sexy never stop..! (Sexxxy Saturday Writing Prompt)

Yes, it's true...there are those times when life takes you in new directions and throws curveballs and hides the dice...but the sexy never stop.  So, sweet readers, while I haven't been doing much here lately, I've certainly been doing a lot and pretty soon the action will heat up even more.

For today though, I thought I'd reboot you with this Sexxxy Saturday Prompt to get your juices flowing.

"Wow," she said, the perfectly red apple held lightly in her hand, "I never knew it could do that!"

What is she talking about? What just happened (or is about to happen)?

Come back here tomorrow for the Sunday Share and find out my version...and write your own and link back here...

Stay Sexy,

Monday, March 26, 2012

ChocPrompt: Steal Five minutes for yourself today

Steal five minutes for yourself today

Meetings, meetings, lunch date with a friend and then an evening working session with the new design team working on her client's house...days like this were Not days to suddenly discover a run in her nylons.  She barely had five minutes to run into the minimart to get a new pair before she would be late for that team gathering.  In the bathroom of minimart she slid the ruined pair off her slim legs and slipped on the new pair.  She took a moment to wash her hands and as she did, she splashed a gout of water out of the sink onto her silk skirt.

Damn damn double damn.  It would never towel off in time, but she noticed the air hand dryer and nudged closer to it, tapping the button to blow dry the damn thing.

The rush of warm air was stronger than she imagined it would be, and as she spread the fabric of the skirt out to get maximum air flow, the heavy blast was channeled directly down the waistband of the skirt and she shivered as it blew across her sex, a hot pressure that felt...good...

Better than good, in fact.  She caught her breath as the blowing air stroked the little pearl of flesh just behind the thin fabric that stretched across her mound, and twisted slightly to allow the full force of the airstream to drum against her now sensitive inner flesh. It was noisy, so she didn't worry about the little moan she let out as her lower lips seemed to part in eager welcome of the hot pressure.  One hand held onto the sink, the other kept the button of the dryer pressed down to keep the fan inside running.

Her hips twitched,thusting forward as the heat spread from the stimulated vulva to her inner core, where wetness spread in direct opposition to the purpose of the dryer.  The pressure grew as she angled closer to the mouth of the dryer, her tender flesh pink and swollen, quivering with the relentless onslaught.  Another moan, louder, but still drowned out by the noise of the machine, and she gripped the sink harder to keep her knees from buckling at the sensations that gripped her.

Suddenly, the pressure of the air hit some secret place just inside her, and she came, a sharp thrusting of her hips as she desperately fucked the air that pressed inside, stimulating every pink fold of her entrance. Her hand slipped off the power button and the stream of air faded with a whir as she melted against the cool support of the porcelain sink, breath hitching with the unexpected suddenness of her orgasm.

Still wet inside, but dry outside and with run-free nylons, she slipped out of the bathroom and back into her day.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Wank Wednesday: Box

It sat on the table...staring at me.

As much as a pale blue cube with a tiny gold bow on it can stare at anybody.

Not only was it staring at me, but staring at me reproachfully.

So when Phil walked up behind me and pressed his naked form into my bare backside, I happily welcomed the distraction and let him pull me away from the dining room and into the living room. We never did it in the bedroom. 

I knelt in front of him, filling my vision with the sight of his smooth belly and my mouth with the solid heat of his erect cock.

After, when I lay in his arms, he stroked my hair.  I tried to close off the feeling that it was still watching me, and when Phil's hands moved from my hair to my breasts and down between my legs, his fingers brought shivers of pleasure that blocked out that feeling of being observed.  When I shuddered and gasped, all thoughts vanished and I had that moment of blessed peace that I've only ever known in Phil's arms.

But eventually, I had to come back to myself.  And when I did, and Phil was dressed and getting ready to leave, I was once again entranced by the gaze of that little blue box.

I knew what was in it.  And what I had to do.

Phil was behind me again, his whispered question in my ear the last thing I would hear from him if I took the path I knew I would have to take.

"Are you going to tell him yes?"


(Thanks to the fantastic Ruby for the prompt, read more fantasticly sexy inspirations on her webpage here