Her first short story about a brief but erotic Halloween encounter takes place in the U.S.
Find it here on Smashwords or here at Barnes & Noble
Friday 31 October 2014
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So we've managed to come up with a pen name for our erotic stories that we aim to get published as eBooks. She's Scarlett Holborn, she loves reading and writing erotica so be prepared.
Her first short story about a brief but erotic Halloween encounter takes place in the U.S.
Find it here on Smashwords or here at Barnes & Noble
Her first short story about a brief but erotic Halloween encounter takes place in the U.S.
Find it here on Smashwords or here at Barnes & Noble
Monday 27 October 2014
Greg's Surprise
Greg and Anya liked baths. Not in the ‘wandering round a DIY store looking at them’ sense but in the ‘filling them with hot soapy water and sitting in them together’ sense.
It had started during an overnight hotel stay for a friend’s wedding, and had become something they looked forward to whenever they went away for the weekend; for a ‘dirty weekend’ some might say. Greg and Anya certainly found that just being away from their flat put a different slant on their sex life. Each weekend away had chipped away at their inhibitions.
“Last one in gets the tap end!” A naked Greg turned off the taps and lowered himself into the hot soapy water.
“You go for it. I don’t mind a plug up my ass!”
If only, Greg thought. He watched as Anya, in just her bra and panties, removed her make up in the bathroom mirror. God she was beautiful. Shame she wasn’t more adventurous in the bedroom, but he was definitely working on that.
Anya took her time. She was aware Greg was watching her and she liked it. She always chose her underwear carefully for these weekends – as little fabric as possible, and always a thong. Face finished, she poured two glasses of champagne and handed one to Greg. They liked sipping on some bubbly whilst they soaked. Anya locked Greg’s eyes to hers. She unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. His cock started to stiffen up through the bubbles. Anya grinned and freed herself of the black thong. Greg let out a gasp – her pussy was completely bare.
“I know you’re partial to a smoothie!” Anya slid into the bath and chinked Greg’s glass. “Cheers!”
The champagne didn’t last long. Leaning in towards each other, they kissed, swapping mouthfuls of the bubbly and letting it dribble down Anya’s breasts. Each time, Greg soaped it away, the tips of his fingers circling her firm nipples; Anya would sigh gently and move in towards him, and Greg would pull away for another gulp of champagne.
Horny as hell, Anya was the first to get out. She stood and towelled herself while Greg removed the plug and stood in the bath. Wrapping her towel around herself, Anya passed Greg his, brushing her hand against his erect cock. If he’s going to tease me, she thought, he can have some back. She caressed his balls – small circular movements just underneath the sac – then leant forward and flicked her tongue over the end of his cock. Sucking slightly she pulled her lips away. Greg closed his eyes and moaned.
“If you want more, you’d better get dry quickly.” Anya dropped her towel on the floor and left. Greg didn’t worry too much about drying himself.
The bedroom was dark. Only the lights from the buildings opposite illuminated the room through the open curtains. Greg could see that Anya was lying face down across the bed. Starting at her ankles, he kissed his way up her legs, over her buttocks and the length of her back. Lowering himself on top of her, his hard cock slid down the crack of her ass. She parted her legs so she could feel the full, tantalising, sensation of her bare, moist pussy and clitoris rubbing against Greg’s warm hard cock. She arched her back and lifted her head towards his, twisting up to kiss his mouth.
“I’ve brought a surprise,” whispered Greg, holding up something very familiar – the belt from his black dressing gown.
“Oooo, ” Anya gasped.
Greg pulled her towards the headboard. It wasn’t the wrought iron gothic creation that promised hundreds of bondage possibilities back home, but it had two adequate wooden posts around which Greg wrapped the belt, then tied each end around Anya’s wrists. Next was a red velvet eye mask. Her nipples sprang to attention and her pussy began to throb in anticipation. He pulled her down the bed by the ankles to stretch her out across the mattress. If only he’d brought some more belts, he could’ve tied her ankles too.
Greg went back to his open suitcase for the final piece of his surprise – a long pink jelly dildo. They’d never used ‘toys’ before. Once again he began at her feet, kissing gently, caressing her calves, nuzzling her thighs apart with his face, moving higher towards her clean, shaven, pussy. He could smell her; see her juices glistening. He wanted to dive straight in and eat her up. Dragging his lips over hers, his tongue brushed against her clitoris. Anya groaned. This teasing was too much. She wanted him in her. His finger toyed with the opening in her slit then effortlessly pushed inside; two fingers, three fingers gently in and out – he needed her to be really ready. Her back arched and, unable to suppress herself any longer, she let out a deep moan. Now! Greg ran the dildo down her throbbing clit and pushed it between her expectant lips.
Anya strained at her ties. The cold, hardness of whatever was inside her was unexpected. What was it? She tried to ask, but Greg was sliding it further inside, all the time running his tongue over her clitoris. She’d never experienced anything like it before. Her whole pussy was on fire, her breath heavy. With each penetrative thrust of the dildo, Greg licked her clit harder. Releasing pressure on the dildo, Anya’s pussy forced it back out, making him slide it in further. Out and in, out and in. Being unable to see or move, all Anya could do was give herself up to the pleasure. Her breathing was heavy; she couldn’t stop her squeals. Greg knew she was almost there. He moved a hand to her breast and tweaked her nipple.
“Oh God!” She yelled, the anonymity of the hotel liberating her voice. Greg licked her clit faster and drove the dildo harder. He wanted her to be absolutely spent. Higher and higher she raised her hips, pushing herself against Greg’s face. Her whole body bucked and shook as the orgasm ripped through her.
“Fuck!” She panted as Greg removed the eye-mask. “I don’t know what that was but it was amazing”.
Greg grinned. Mission accomplished.
It had started during an overnight hotel stay for a friend’s wedding, and had become something they looked forward to whenever they went away for the weekend; for a ‘dirty weekend’ some might say. Greg and Anya certainly found that just being away from their flat put a different slant on their sex life. Each weekend away had chipped away at their inhibitions.
“Last one in gets the tap end!” A naked Greg turned off the taps and lowered himself into the hot soapy water.
“You go for it. I don’t mind a plug up my ass!”
If only, Greg thought. He watched as Anya, in just her bra and panties, removed her make up in the bathroom mirror. God she was beautiful. Shame she wasn’t more adventurous in the bedroom, but he was definitely working on that.
Anya took her time. She was aware Greg was watching her and she liked it. She always chose her underwear carefully for these weekends – as little fabric as possible, and always a thong. Face finished, she poured two glasses of champagne and handed one to Greg. They liked sipping on some bubbly whilst they soaked. Anya locked Greg’s eyes to hers. She unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. His cock started to stiffen up through the bubbles. Anya grinned and freed herself of the black thong. Greg let out a gasp – her pussy was completely bare.
“I know you’re partial to a smoothie!” Anya slid into the bath and chinked Greg’s glass. “Cheers!”
The champagne didn’t last long. Leaning in towards each other, they kissed, swapping mouthfuls of the bubbly and letting it dribble down Anya’s breasts. Each time, Greg soaped it away, the tips of his fingers circling her firm nipples; Anya would sigh gently and move in towards him, and Greg would pull away for another gulp of champagne.
Horny as hell, Anya was the first to get out. She stood and towelled herself while Greg removed the plug and stood in the bath. Wrapping her towel around herself, Anya passed Greg his, brushing her hand against his erect cock. If he’s going to tease me, she thought, he can have some back. She caressed his balls – small circular movements just underneath the sac – then leant forward and flicked her tongue over the end of his cock. Sucking slightly she pulled her lips away. Greg closed his eyes and moaned.
“If you want more, you’d better get dry quickly.” Anya dropped her towel on the floor and left. Greg didn’t worry too much about drying himself.
The bedroom was dark. Only the lights from the buildings opposite illuminated the room through the open curtains. Greg could see that Anya was lying face down across the bed. Starting at her ankles, he kissed his way up her legs, over her buttocks and the length of her back. Lowering himself on top of her, his hard cock slid down the crack of her ass. She parted her legs so she could feel the full, tantalising, sensation of her bare, moist pussy and clitoris rubbing against Greg’s warm hard cock. She arched her back and lifted her head towards his, twisting up to kiss his mouth.
“I’ve brought a surprise,” whispered Greg, holding up something very familiar – the belt from his black dressing gown.
“Oooo, ” Anya gasped.
Greg pulled her towards the headboard. It wasn’t the wrought iron gothic creation that promised hundreds of bondage possibilities back home, but it had two adequate wooden posts around which Greg wrapped the belt, then tied each end around Anya’s wrists. Next was a red velvet eye mask. Her nipples sprang to attention and her pussy began to throb in anticipation. He pulled her down the bed by the ankles to stretch her out across the mattress. If only he’d brought some more belts, he could’ve tied her ankles too.
Greg went back to his open suitcase for the final piece of his surprise – a long pink jelly dildo. They’d never used ‘toys’ before. Once again he began at her feet, kissing gently, caressing her calves, nuzzling her thighs apart with his face, moving higher towards her clean, shaven, pussy. He could smell her; see her juices glistening. He wanted to dive straight in and eat her up. Dragging his lips over hers, his tongue brushed against her clitoris. Anya groaned. This teasing was too much. She wanted him in her. His finger toyed with the opening in her slit then effortlessly pushed inside; two fingers, three fingers gently in and out – he needed her to be really ready. Her back arched and, unable to suppress herself any longer, she let out a deep moan. Now! Greg ran the dildo down her throbbing clit and pushed it between her expectant lips.
Anya strained at her ties. The cold, hardness of whatever was inside her was unexpected. What was it? She tried to ask, but Greg was sliding it further inside, all the time running his tongue over her clitoris. She’d never experienced anything like it before. Her whole pussy was on fire, her breath heavy. With each penetrative thrust of the dildo, Greg licked her clit harder. Releasing pressure on the dildo, Anya’s pussy forced it back out, making him slide it in further. Out and in, out and in. Being unable to see or move, all Anya could do was give herself up to the pleasure. Her breathing was heavy; she couldn’t stop her squeals. Greg knew she was almost there. He moved a hand to her breast and tweaked her nipple.
“Oh God!” She yelled, the anonymity of the hotel liberating her voice. Greg licked her clit faster and drove the dildo harder. He wanted her to be absolutely spent. Higher and higher she raised her hips, pushing herself against Greg’s face. Her whole body bucked and shook as the orgasm ripped through her.
“Fuck!” She panted as Greg removed the eye-mask. “I don’t know what that was but it was amazing”.
Greg grinned. Mission accomplished.
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