Wake Up

This is a story I started writing a while ago. Recent events gave me fresh impetus to finish it.

The duvet was pulled back swiftly. In sleep, he felt a rush of cool air, and then the warm weight of her as she straddled his body.
Her hand slapped his cheek roughly.
“Wake up” she commanded.
Her hands grasped his wrists. Pinning them down, before he could awaken enough to respond.
He opened his eyes and looked at her, resenting the disturbance.
“Wake up slut” she taunted him, moving his hands above his head, “I want to use you now”.

Sleepily he tried to focus as her body moved above him, her weight shifting as she stretched herself out over him. Her mouth came down on his and she kissed him deeply.
“Time to please me, my little fuck-toy” she purred.
Her hips shifted against his rapidly hardening cock. He was hers and he knew it, his body responding obediently to her demands.
Her head bent now to his chest. She sucked at his nipple until it was erect then her teeth tightened over it. He whimpered, a little mewling cry, as the pain lanced through him. She smiled as she lifted her head and bent it again to his other nipple. Again pain shot through him until he moaned softly and she relaxed her bite.

Raising her hips now she lifted herself, and his erection lifted too, she lowered herself onto it. Slowly, so slowly, enjoying every second as it slid inside her.

Seated now she began to rock back and forward in time to her own internal rhythm. She began to gasp and moan at the pleasure coursing through her as she rode his hard cock. Her hands gripped his wrists still, pinning them above his head. He lay still, a willing offering to her lust, while she pleasured herself with him. Her breathing grew more rapid and her moans more urgent as she drove towards her own climax. His eyes were closed now, his head back, his arms relaxed in her hands, he was hers.
She released his wrists to grasp at his hair, pulling at it, urging his head further back, as she slammed into him. Her other hand sought her clit and stayed there, fingers moving frantically. Again and again she drove herself down the length of his cock until with a shuddering cry she released her grip, threw her head back and came to a sudden halt.

Breathing unsteadily she looked down and smiled at the boy lying beneath her.
“Good little boy” she told him, “now get up and make me coffee”.

Pick Me Up

I’m in the bar, alone. I have a glass of wine which I am sipping. The room is full of beautiful women, no men are allowed here. I’m not sure why I am here; looking for something perhaps.

A woman comes to the bar beside me, she orders a gin and tonic. I’m gazing at her as I nurse my drink. Her hair is dark and short, I wonder how it would feel to run my fingers through it.
Soon my wine will be finished and I will leave.
She turns to me, “You were watching me” she says. The words are a challenge, yet not entirely disapproving.
She sits beside me, talks to me; before I know it we are kissing, soft girlish kisses which leave me wanting more.
She buys me another drink, and asks me about myself. She is sexy, confident and fascinating. I find myself pouring out my heart to her, unafraid. Revealing my thoughts, some new, even to myself.
She puts her now empty glass down with a slight flourish.
“Come back to my place for coffee?”; it is not entirely a question. Continue reading “Pick Me Up”

Flash Fiction Friday – 7 October 2011

I couldn’t resist writing something for this picture; this story so nearly isn’t fiction. I was struck by how bored the girl in the picture is looking though. I wasn’t that bored.

“We’re coming to town” we’d told her.
“Come out to the cinema” we’d asked her.
But of course we asked her to come to our hotel room first with time to spare.

There had been a passionate reception upon her arrival. The three of us soon lost in an orgy of pleasure and sexual delight until we were all sated. Or very nearly.

It was nearly time to head out for that promised cinema trip. Still he wanted one last fuck with our lover before we went out and who was I to gainsay him.
She climbed into his lap enthusiastically and began to bounce up and down on his cock.
I got myself dressed and ready, poured myself a cup of coffee and sat back down to wait patiently for them to finish.

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Taken Into The Garden

This, it appears, is what I end up thinking when I spend time in the garden.

I am stripped naked, exposed to my master’s gaze. My wrists tightly bound in rope. Dragged helplessly outside to be fastened in place, my wrists above me, defenseless. My body pressed against the brickwork, it’s roughness scraping my skin. I am whipped, head back, screaming. Begging for mercy.

Cut down, my hands still tied, thrown to the ground, raped for my master’s pleasure. His hands parting my thighs, his cock thrusting inside me. Pounding into me with his lust.
I am covered with his cum, its stickiness spread over my flesh. Its taste in my mouth, forced there by insistent fingers.
I am hosed clean where I lie. Writhing beneath the jets of water, until I am clean, and cold, sobbing and submissive.

I am his slut and he treats me like one.


Rowena arrived home from work to find her husband already waiting for her. He opened the front door for her, and after a welcoming kiss, ushered her into the house.

“Come with me” Bryan instructed.
She protested that there were things to do, but Bryan was adamant.
“I’ve ordered pizza, and before it arrives I want to have some fun.”

Continue reading “Surprised”


Because not every fantasy is kinky.

Hand in hand they enter the bedroom. Each eager and yet strangely hesitant. They glance at the bed, but do not approach it. Instead they turn to each other and kiss. Tongues entwining, as their hands explore each other. His fingers under her skirt now, tracing up her inner thigh, he pushes the fabric of her panties aside to feel the dampness they conceal. As his fingers enter her she moans into his kiss, legs buckling slightly. Her hand traces the bulge in his trousers. She pulls back from the kiss to unbuckle his jeans now, pushing them down from his hips to release his erection. Her hands stroke its smooth length urgently as his fingers probe deeper within her.

Returning to the kiss, they stand, hands urgent now. Reaching under clothes, feeling each others skin. A look exchanged, they part briefly to shed clothing swiftly. Two piles of cloth, unwanted, forgotten.

Now naked they press together, arms round each other, eager for more.

He gently pushes her down to sit on the bed. Parting her thighs with his hands, he kneels between them and tastes her juices. Her hands tangle in his hair, head back, moaning as his tongue goes where his fingers had so recently explored.

Her hips buck, grinding her pussy against his mouth, she never wants this to stop.

When he draws back for air, she leans down to kiss him, tasting her own juices on his tongue. Her arms draw him up, urging him to lie down beside her. She pushes him onto his back and her mouth seeks his cock. She licks at it for a moment before taking the length into her throat. Sucking at it eagerly, she hears his groan of pleasure.

She lifts her head, and smiles. Moving swiftly, she straddles him now, feeling the tip of his penis brushing her pussy lips she pauses. Resting on one hand, the other brushes his face gently for a moment, before she settles herself. Breasts tantalisingly close to his face. She lowers herself onto his hard cock. She gazes down at him, and he looks up in response, their eyes locked as she moves her body. His erection warm inside her, she bites her lip as she struggles to control her movements, keeping the rhythm even, each stroke long and smooth, feeling him deep inside her.

His breathing quickens, and she increases her pace. She is gasping too, trembling with desire, as she watches his reactions.

Her head drops for a moment to kiss him, then she draws back, hips moving urgently. As she watches, his eyes close and he bucks uncontrollably beneath her, crying out in pleasure. As his spasms subside she lowers herself, lying pressed against his body in the most intimate of embrace.

“I love you” she whispers against him.

“I love you too”.


It was a lovely group of people. Bryan had gathered together his submissive Rowena, her two dominant lovers Liam and Tom, and her own submissive playmate Matthew, a fascinating mix of people and attitudes. Dinner had been delightful, with stimulating conversation and laughter, and the whole party had finally retired to the large sofa in the lounge.

Bryan got up, and disappeared for a few moments. He returned with a riding crop in his hand.
He looked across at his submissive, Rowena.
“It’s time” he told her quietly, passing her the crop.
She went a little pale, and swallowed hard. Then she turned to Matthew who was sitting next to her.
“Strip, please”, she told him.
Matthew almost looked more nervous than she did, he had been given only the broadest of outlines about what this evening might contain. He stood up and began to remove his clothes. Rowena was watching him intently, but she couldn’t help smiling with delight as he revealed his body to her eager gaze.
When he was naked she got up from the sofa, taking some cushions with her.
“Come with me”, she instructed.
Rowena led him to the dining table and positioned him bent over it, his torso resting on the cushions. Her hand stroked his ass.
“Now”, she said her voice quavering slightly, “I’m going to punish you”.
“For what, Mistress”, he asked nervously.
“For what you are going to do” she replied. Matthew wondered what that might mean.
She stepped back then, and began to apply the crop firmly across his buttocks. Matthew held position, and made little noise. Rowena was impressed, if only she could do so well, she thought.
When his bottom was glowing red she ceased, running her hand over it gently, before encouraging Matthew to stand up. She led him over to the vertical radiator, and stood him in front of it, first testing its temperature with her hand to make sure it wouldn’t burn him. He stood patiently while she retrieved a length of rope, and began to tie his hands on either side of him, threading the rope through the bars. When she had finished she reached down and stroked his half erect cock with a gentle smile, and then stroked the side of his face.

She turned round, and saw the remaining three men regarding her.
Bryan smiled at her evilly, “Strip, please” he told her.
Rowena’s fingers fumbled at the buttons as she undid her blouse. She was acutely aware of the three men watching before her, and of Matthew, helpless, behind her. She hurried to remove her clothes, feeling a sense of terror swelling up inside her.

When she was naked Bryan came over to her, and moved her into the position she had put Matthew into earlier. Tom and Liam came each side and fastened rope around her wrists, passing it under the table. Her ankles too were fastened to the table legs, holding them wide apart. Rowena felt more helpless than she ever had before.
Tom fastened a blindfold over her eyes. With the loss of sight, she felt the sense of terror recede. She was alone in her darkness. She breathed in deeply.

Someone’s fingers penetrated her then, roaming deep between her spread legs, before pulling out.
“Wet, I see”, Liam commented behind her, “what a slut you are my dear”.
Rowena moaned softly against the cushions, shame and desire burning through her.
She moaned louder, as her pussy was entered again, swiftly, forcefully, a cock pounding against her for a few strokes, before pulling out. Unwillingly she whimpered at the sudden loss.
She felt something press against her lips.
“Suck it”, Bryan’s voice from behind her.
She opened her mouth, and a hard cock was pushed into it. She tasted her own juices on it, her tongue lapped at it, trying to determine who’s it was, Liam’s she guessed. She sucked at it, her neck straining from the centre of the table. Her pussy was invaded yet again, and she gasped around the cock in her mouth. Suddenly both were withdrawn.
“Not good enough”, Liam’s voice was harsh, “you have a lot to learn about sucking cock my dear. That simply will not do”.
A red hot line burned across her ass suddenly, the riding crop wielded by a firm hand. Rowena gasped in pain, and again and again, as the crop fell. She sobbed desperately, hating herself for not taking it better. Reminded suddenly of Matthew, watching her humiliation, she bit her lip and struggled to quiet herself.
As suddenly as they had started the blows ceased.
“Now” Liam’s voice was gentle, “you’ll do better, yes?”
His cock returned to her mouth and she sucked at it desperately, terrified of disapproval.
Another cock entered her, pounding against her cunt. It soon was removed, and another took its place. She trembled in place, uncertain of who was inside her, feeling her own lust burning like a flame.
Eventually the cock in her mouth was withdrawn. For a while then, she was lost in sensation, as her pussy was penetrated by each in turn, not knowing who was inside her. For a few moments fingers were thrust into her ass, and she cried out, in sudden realisation of her utter defencelessness.
She became aware then of sounds nearby, the unmistakable sounds of men wanking, groans increasing, in time with the thrusts behind her. Almost in unison she felt the man behind her buck against her hips, and felt the warm fall of cum over her back. Fingers then smeared it across her back, onto her face. Cum covered fingers were forced between her lips, and she obediently sucked them clean.
Rowena’s head slumped against the cushions, overwhelmed.
“We seem to have forgotten something,” Tom’s voice was amused, “did you enjoy watching that Matthew, oh, I see that you did”.
“Yes, Sir”, his voice was quiet.
The men untied Matthew’s hands from the radiator, smiling happily.
“Your turn”, Bryan invited him, gesturing towards the woman still splayed across the table.
He hesitated for a moment. Bryan gestured again peremptorily.
Matthew stepped forward, and as he pushed his cock into Rowena’s sopping cunt, he realised that this was what he had been punished for, this unasked taking, that she had known was coming.
He thrust firmly then, and felt her push back against him. Her moans, part pleasure, part pain, aroused him further, and he came quickly inside her.

As he stepped back, Bryan, Liam and Tom stepped forward, untying Rowena from the table, removing the blindfold and helping her to stand straight again. She blinked and staggered slightly, and they embraced her, Matthew joining in, all of them close in an intimate moment.
“You should go and have a bath sweetie”, Bryan told her, “and I’ll pour all of us a drink”.
She smiled tentatively.
“Yes, Sir”, she said meekly.
She turned imperiously to Matthew, “and you can come and wash my back for me”.