Asrai Devin

Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.” ― Sylvia Plath

September 16, 2017
by asrai

Bite of Ice

This is an excerpt from a longer novel I’m working on. It’s based on the characters from Hot For Teacher, but I changed Sam to Nick somewhere in the last 50, 000 words.


He put one knee on the bed and tugged it out of her hands. “You can’t hide from me. Are you ready to let me take charge this morning?”

“I’ll try.”

“I have ways to keep you in line. Put your wrists together.”

She clasped her hands together. He wrapped the tie from his robe around her wrists and secured it with a knot. He pulled her hands up with the makeshift restraint. “Hey there sugar lips. How are you doing?”

“Okay. Good. Nervous.”

“I promise you will like everything I do to you. And if you don’t, you know what to say.”

She nodded as his mouth down to hers. “I know: red,” she whispered against his lips.

“Good girl.” He kissed her deeply but briefly. “I want you to lie down on your back. I’m going to tie you to my headboard.”

She glanced the top of his bed. It was made for tying someone up to. Did he buy it with that in mind?

“Now, sugar! I only have all morning.” He winked at her, but there was an edge to his voice.

She eased herself to her back. He tied the ends to the headboard. She tugged it. “Don’t pull too hard, I didn’t tie you securely. I don’t want to cut my clothing. I’ll add restraints to my shopping list.”

He knelt on the bed by her feet. “I’m going to leave some marks on you.”

Marks? Like hickeys? She wanted to cover her neck, but the ties reminded her she was exposed to him. He tugged her feet apart, opening her thighs to him. He traced his fingers up her legs, lightly over her inner thighs.

“Not anywhere visible. But you’ll be thinking of me tonight. I’ll mark you here between your thighs.” His fingers traveled over her belly and to her breasts. “And here.” He tested her nipples. “Any objections sugar?”

She shook her head. She wanted this so bad. Between her legs flooded with possibility. He scratched his fingernails over her thighs so they were streaked red. His mouth came down on her skin at her knee. Soft kisses, then his tongue whirled in the hollow making her giggle. Up her inner thigh his teeth nipping at her flesh, not hurting her. Teasing. He eased himself between her legs and grabbed her hips. Was he worried she’d go somewhere? She was tied to his bed.

And when his teeth sank in she understood. She wanted to jump away from the pain. Pure instinct on her part, but he held her tight. His fingers pressed deliciously hard into her hips. Maybe if she twisted harder, she’d have bruises there as well. He dragged his teeth along her skin of one side then up the other.

Once the skin was stinging he sucked, using his tongue as an instrument of soothing. Until the suction pulled her body tighter. “Ow, ow,” she moaned. This pressure he applied hurt. He gripped her harder until she seethed.

He pulled his mouth off her. “If you relaxed a little, this would not hurt as much, sweet girl.” He rubbed his thumb over the mark he’d left on her thigh.

“It’s not easy, I’m not used to being treated so roughly.”

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Fuck yes. You can grab me harder. If you’d like.”

She swallowed and looked down at him. He smirked. “You want me to be rougher? No problem.”

His fingers pressed into her ass this time. And he took a big chunk of inner thigh muscle into his mouth, and his teeth bit so hard she was sure he must be drawing blood. She gasped and tugged against her restraints. “Ow, fuck, Nick. That hurts.” When she whined, his fingers dug in harder as did his teeth. She asked for this, her clit throbbed. Part of her wanted him to stop and fuck her right now. Make her come. And most of her never wanted the pain to end.

He let go and she gulped down air. “Sugar, look at me.” Her eyes fluttered open and his face danced in front of hers. “What color are you at?”

She blinked a few times. “Green. But I wouldn’t object if you fucked me hard.”

The smirk returned. “I’m not done teasing you yet. I have a different kind of bite in mind for the next part.” He patted her knee. “If you’ll just stay put for the moment. I’ll be right back.”

As if she was going somewhere? She sagged against the pillows. He disappeared from the room and she stared at the ceiling. Her legs throbbed with pain. She twisted so she could examine them. She had a red hickey on one side and the other had a blue bite mark. They both stung and she wanted to rub them to soothe herself. But she was still tied.

She closed her eyes and sank into the pain and the arousal. The arousal without soothing was harder than the pain. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted his tongue on her clit again. She wanted to come so hard she saw stars. Oh that would be good.

“You have a smile on your face. What are you thinking about?”

“How hard I want to come,” she said. She opened her eyes to see what his idea was.

He held an ice cube tray. She hissed as her body tightened under the idea of ice on her skin. Where would he put it? On her breasts? Between her thighs? On her clit? Her thighs pressed together, which stung but she needed to soothe the arousal.

“Looks like we are both eager for this. I’m going to tease you for all I can Lindsay. I’d love to fuck with you all day, not let you get off until I’m ready to see you come. Keep you on edge until you beg me for it.”

Nick twisted the tray and pulled out one cube. He set the tray side and knelt on the bed beside her. He slid the cube along her stomach and swirled it in her belly button. She giggled. “That tickles.”

“How about this then?” He touched it to her nipple, which instantly tightened. A moan escaped and he caught it with a kiss. “How long could you handle this?” he asked, as he swirled the cube.

“That feels good so far.” She closed her eyes to show how relaxed she was.

He moved the ice to the other side. She smiled. His mouth came down on the already cold side and the juxtaposition of sensations was beautiful. he licked and sucked until she moaned. And then his teeth sank into her. “Ahhhhh,” she protested. His teeth pressed harder. “Yes. Yes, Nick.”

He pulled the ice off her nipple and nudged her legs apart. Hell yes, he was going to make her come. The ice pressed into her clit. The frigid cube wasn’t what she expected. Her body jolted. He rubbed the cube across the throbbing nub. His teeth finally released her breast. She would have a good mark there later. “This should cool you down. Make you less eager.”

“I don’t think it’s working,” she groaned, squirming. “It feels fucking amazing.” her hips thrust against his hand.

He rubbed the cube over her pussy lips and pressed what was left inside her. Her body clenched around it. “I had a woman I chatted with once, she had a glass dildo she kept in the freezer and used it to masturbate.”

“That sounds hot,” Lindsay said.

His fingers rubbed her clit, they were cold, but not freezing like the ice. “Don’t come yet. Are you close?”

She shook her head. “Not yet.”

“You’re such a good girl. I think you need a little reward.” He sucked on her non-abraded nipple, swirling his tongue around it while he rubbed the growing nub between her legs. He rolled on top of her and positioned his dick so it rubbed against her clit and ground against her.

She wiggled against him, maybe she was closer than she thought.

He rolled back to the side after a few moments. He grabbed another ice cube. “How do your thighs feel?” he asked, rubbed the ice along the bite mark that was turning to a bruise.

“Sore. And now cold.”

“And your arms?” he asked, bringing the cube to her armpit.

She shrieked and drew away, making him laugh. “They’re okay. I keep forgetting about them. I’ve been distracted.”

He touched the cube to the bite mark that framed her nipple. “And my third favorite body part?”

“What’s your first and second favorites?”

“Your face and your cunt.”

“My breast is sore. It’s very difficult to not rub it. But it’s even more difficult not to get off, right now.”

He traced her lips with the ice cube and then kissed her. “So you like the cold?”

“So far, Mr. Matthews. I have enjoyed myself this morning.”

“Me too. I want to tease you longer, but my cock wants to bury itself in you. Maybe I can do both at once.” He untied her hands. “Get on your hands and knees,” he growled in her ear.

She didn’t get her arms time to recover, she flipped to her hands and knees and arched her back for a quick stretch. He kneaded her ass. “Fuck, you have a great ass.” His finger brushed between the cheeks making her head snap up. “Someday I am going to own you. Right here.”

She squeezed her eyes shut. She heard the foil of a condom open and watch the wrapper flutter to the bed between her legs. He pressed against her, then inside. He wrapped a hand around and pressed another ice cube against her clit. “What does it feel like?”
“Hot and cold at the same time.” She leaned onto her forearms so he could get deeper inside her. “You’re going to make me come right?”

“I will always take care of you.” He swirled the cube. “A little more teasing first.”

As long as he didn’t freeze her nethers. She shivered and jerked back to meet his thrusts. He dropped the cube but his fingers were still cold on her clit. He pinched and twisted the half frozen nub.

With his other hand and wrapped it around her throat, pulling her head up. “That’s my girl. Pound back on my cock. Take me deep inside you, let me hear you scream.”

She stretched her neck as long as she could. She stared at the headboard she had spent most of the last hour tied to, while he exposed her, bit her and froze her. He gripped her inner thigh and scraped over the bite mark, making her wail. He pulled tighter on her throat, not hard enough to cut off her air, but to make it hard to swallow.

“Get louder, Lindsay. Say my name.”

“Nick,” she whispered.

He pinched her nipple, twisting it. “Louder,” he commanded.

“Nick,” she said, a little loud.

“Come on, show me how much you like my dick in you.” He thrust hard into her, their bodies slapping together.

“Nick! Nick, god yes, Nick. Fuck me.”

He pinched her clit again and the white hot drifted behind her eyes. Fuck yes. She shoved herself on him and felt him lose control at the same time she did. She shouted his name, and yes a few times before her arms couldn’t hold her anymore. He caught her as he thrust a few more times then let her fall to the bed.


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September 8, 2017
by asrai

I love a man in a suit

I love a man in a suit. The one in front of me particularly strikes my fancy. Glasses, pale blue tie done as tight as he could manage. Self-bondage and very controlled.

I fantasize about these men coming undone. About how I would make them come undone.

I’d start by undoing myself. Letting my hair loose from its bun and wiping off my makeup. Then we’d start with a glass of wine or cocktail that’s red or pink, “Like my lips” I would whisper as I straddle his lap face to face. My skirt pulled up around my hips if anyone was behind me they’d get a good view of my red thong.

My fingers sift through his hair as he tries to look unaffected. Down his neck and shoulders, his chest, my hips rocking. His eyes turn a little glassy, a little glazed.

He doesn’t stop me as I pull his tie loose, undoing his self-imposed binds. I lean forward and lick the shell of his ear. “You look so tense, Mr. Big.” My lips move down his neck, my hips still rocking and grinding. He’s moving with me, his arms move around me, hands press into my back to keep me close or make sure I don’t fall off the ride.

Our mouths come together, but I don’t let him kiss me. I wait until our breath patterns coordinate, then I open my lips and grab his lower lip between my teeth.

We kiss. Our lips latch, and our tongues tangle, tease, tantalize.

I push the jacket off his shoulders. And he obliges my demand by shrugging it away. My fingers take advantage of his distraction to unbutton his shirt and expose his skin to the air and my attention.

He jumps a little when my fingers run along the muscles of his chest and abdomen. The kiss breaks and he pulls me close so he can bite my neck. “You’re a bad girl, Miss,” he growls into my ear. The type of growl a man losing control takes on. I smile and arch my back, shoving my breasts toward him, my nipples clearly visible under my dress.

“You have no idea, Sir. Would you let me try something?”

I grab his tie from the floor and bind his hands behind him a little. I swear guys with ties are into bondage, either me or him. Why else wear them? He has to sit up straight now.

“We shouldn’t here,” he whispers.

I know we shouldn’t but we are.” My hand fondles his erection through his pants. He arches his hips up trying to get more. I unfasten his belt and pants. I stand over him and pull his dick out of his pants. He gasps. I drop to my knees and lick my lips, stroking my hand down his shaft. I wet his shaft with my mouth then take him deep in my mouth.

My eyes look up at him as his dick disappears between my lips. His shoulders strain against his ties. Part of me wishes he was loose so he could grab my hair and fuck my mouth, and part of me loves having him at my mercy. I can tell by the look in his eyes no one has taken him as deep as I am.

I pull off and stroke him with a hand. “You can come in my mouth.”  I shove his dick back in me, gagging as I go.

He doesn’t last long. Cause I’m that fucking amazing. He comes inside my mouth and I swallow it down, gulping, gagging still. Until I let him loose. I sit back, and smooth my hair. Once I get to my feet, I fix my dress, and look him over. He’s completely undone and I look like nothing happened. I let his arms loose and he fixes himself, except his tie I am still holding.

“Can I have my tie back?”

“Oh, I’m keeping this as a memory.” I put it in my desk drawer with all my other ties. I’d have a group of them.

My phone rings and I answer. “Sarah,” my boss says, pulling out of my fantasy. I press my legs together behind the desk. My pussy is sopping. “Can you please send Mr. Taylor into the office?”

“Yes of course.” I stand up and my panties squish between my legs as I walk. Mr. Taylor smiles at me as I approach. Did he notice me eye fucking him? My fingers itch to grab his tie and pull him into the supply room.

“Mr. Taylor? Mr. Jonas will see you now. Right this way.” Squish squish squish as he follows me. I give my hips a little more sway and throw a smile over my shoulder.

It’s way past Monday, but here we are anyway. 😉 Hope you a great Friday night.


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August 19, 2017
by asrai

I thought of you tonight

I twirl my hair around my finger. “I thought about you today.” My belly twists like I’m on a roller coaster. I drop my hand and do a little twirl in front of my fridge.

You laugh. “You always think about me.” Your voice rumbles in my ear and threatens to weaken my knees.

I’m glad we are on the phone because my face is beet red and hot.

You laugh louder. Longer. “I’m being mean and teasing you. I bet you are blushing. Your cheeks look so sweet when you blush, I wish I could see them. Kiss your lips.” Your voice lowers. “Spank your ass.”

I giggle. My body warms to that thought, even as my face cools. I miss you though, terribly. I don’t dare say it out loud.

Your voice turns stern. “Have you eaten your supper?”

“I was just getting to that.”

“Protein and vegetable.”

“Can I have fruit instead of a vegetable?”

“Are you whining, my dear? You know what happens to whiners.”

I look at the floor, kicking my foot. My bottom lip sticks out. “They have to have two vegetables and no dessert.”

“Be a good girl and there might a reward for you. I have to go, but I’ll talk to you after you eat.”

My mouth turns downward.

“Stop pouting, too.”

I want to cross my arms over my chest and protest. I want to pout and whine and throw a tantrum. I had a long day.

Besides how do you know what I’m doing? I don’t whine, but I let my lower lip stick out. Your voice is dark and commanding. “Put your lip back in. Now.”

I shiver. “Or what?” The words escape me before I can stop them. I gasp and slap my hand to my lips. I mumble something unintelligible. Probably oh shit, but I barely hear myself as I strain to hear your response.

You say nothing.

My fingers drag across my lips. “I’m sorry.” I bow my head.

“Eat your supper. Then kneel in the living room until I arrive.”

How long will you be?” my voice is a whine. Luckily, it’s just inside my head.

What I really say is, “Yes, sir.”

“Don’t undress or do anything but eat. At the table. Then kneel for me. I’ll see you soon.”

I sigh, but go to follow his orders.


August 12, 2017
by asrai

Deleted prologue from Unsuited

“Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree” came on the radio. He leaned over and turned it up. Then he turned to Liz and pulled her into his arms.

She squealed as he twirled her. “Can you jive?” he asked, with a grin.

Liz met his eyes. “You can dance?”

“Jiving is pretty easy. If you have a touch of rhythm.” He pulled her close then pushed her away. Reeled her in, pushed her away before spinning her again.

She followed his lead, allowing herself to move with the rhythm of the song.

By the end of the song she was out of breath from giggling. But she was smiling. She’d done so much with her therapist in the past few weeks, he wasn’t surprised by her easy smile. But he had seen so many tears, he was thrilled her smiles came easy and reached her eyes now days.

He kissed her forehead. They move into a slow dance. “I have a present for you,” he whispered.

“Another one?” she lifted her head to look at him. He pushed until her head laid against his shoulder.

He smiled again. Progress. “Eliza, I already explained that I’m going to spoil you. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Liz shook her head against his shoulder. Darren squeezed her tighter.

“I love you,” he said softly.

Her tension faded and leaned on him. Reminding her he didn’t just like her, he didn’t just want her, that he cared about her, always circumvented her defenses.

A small solid object bumped into his leg. Darren pulled away from Liz took down. He kept them swaying. His daughter, Claire, tugged on Liz’s hand while she stared up at them.

He bent and picked her up. Liz wrapped her arm around Darren. Liz kissed Claire’s cheek. “And I love you.”

“I love her more,” Darren said.

Claire giggled.

“I have a present for both of you tonight.”

“Can we open them now?” Claire asked.

He felt Liz trying to pull away, so he pulled her closer. “I think after we eat. Go wash your hands.”

He set the girl on the floor and she ran to the bathroom, her kitten Wishes trailing behind.

“How am I going to live without her?” Liz said, curling into his shoulder. Claire’s mother completed her alcohol dependency program, returned to work and was ready to be a full-time parent again. They decided that Claire would move back with her mother but with regular visits to Darren.

Darren stroked his fiance’s hair. “One moment at a time. You’ll have school to keep you busy.”

“I’ll find for a part-time job as well.”

“I don’t care if you work, babe.”

“I have to fill the time, when you’re both gone. I’m not used to being idle.”

“Maybe you should take up a hobby. Or you could join my entourage.”

“You don’t have an entourage.”

“You can start one.” He grinned at her.

She stuck out her tongue.

“What about wedding planning? You said Tony wanted to help plan.”

“What if we go to Vegas?”

“You’d disappoint Tony and my mom.”

“Tony can’t really talk, she didn’t have much of a wedding. It’s not like we have many people to invite.” Liz had no family to invite and Tony was the first person she’d gotten close to in years. That left the bulk of the guests to be Darren’s family and friends. She imagined he had a few.

“We can do it small if you want. We can just do it, you, me, and Claire. I think we’d both like her to be there.”

“And Tony and Chris.”

“And my parents and brother.”

She nodded, as her mouth quivered. Parents were a sore spot. Liz’s parents were abusive as she grew up, finally kicking her out at sixteen, forcing Liz to drop out of school to support herself.

Darren cradled her face in his hands. “They aren’t your family.” He had told his mom about Liz’s past, with her permission. He was certain as Liz got to know his mom, they would grow into a relationship that was similar to parent-child. Especially as his mom had two sons, and his brother wasn’t married. She loved her boys, but Darren knew a daughter was different. He hoped she and Liz could fill the void for each other.

They decided not to talk about their own future and children until after they delivered Claire to her mother. It weighed on his mind, and he saw Liz staring into space and wondered if she thought about it as well.

Claire came back. “Let’s eat!” She announced.

Darren let his attention be drawn away by Claire’s chattering and Liz responding. He wanted to soak it all in, so he would have the memories ready in his mind.

After they cleaned up after supper, he shooed his girls to the living room. Christmas was three days past, but something he ordered had arrived late. He was just thankful it arrived before they took Claire to Ontario.

He retrieved the boxes from their room. He smiled, so thrilled that half his closet was filled with Liz’s clothes, most of which he bought, and her underwear was in the hamper with his. Her scent lingered in the bedroom.

“What are you smiling about?” Liz asked, looking up from where Claire had Wishes chasing a string across the floor.

The ball of fluff pounced on Claire’s hand. The girl giggled.

“Everything.” He took a seat next to Liz on the sofa.

He handed a box to Liz and another to Claire. He held one on his lap. “What is it?” Claire asked.

“Open it.”

Inside was a necklace with a pendant. He had them custom engraved.

“What does your say Claire?” Liz asked.

“Mom, Dad, me, Liz, Wishes. And Love Forever.”

“Mine says Darren, Liz, Claire, and Wishes.” She smiled at him and he wanted to kiss away the tears in her eyes.

“Now, when we miss each other, we can hold our necklaces and think of each other. And we will all feel it.”

“What about Wishes? He doesn’t have one,” Claire said.

“I got a collar made for him,” Darren said, pulling out of his pocket.

Claire grabbed it. This pendant simply read “Claire” on it.

“I love it.” Liz wrapped her arms around him.

“Me too.” Claire joined in.

“I ordered them but they came late.”

“I’ll put yours on,” Liz said to Claire as they separated.

Darren watched with his heart while they adorned themselves. Then Liz gave him a kiss. Claire returned to playing with the kitten and he and Liz cuddled up to watch.

The phone rang and Claire snatched it before anyone else. “Mommy.” Usually, Claire was thrilled to talk to her mom, but this time it reminded them all their time was waning.

Liz closed her eyes, trying not to listen. “Really? Are you for real? Mommy.”

Was Monica getting a kitten as well? Liz looked at Darren.

“Daddy she wants to talk to you.” Claire held out the phone. Change of plans? With Monica anything was possible.

Darren’s face got more and more serious as he listened. He didn’t say much. “I guess that’s good. Uh, okay, I’ll talk to you soon.”

He handed Claire the phone. His jaw hung slack as he stared at Liz. “What? Is she in jail now?”

He shook his head. “No.”

“She’s moving out here,” Claire shouted.

“Monica is moving here?” Liz’s face now mirrored Darren’s. She understood his reaction.

“Isn’t that great? Now I don’t have to leave Wishes.” Claire grabbed the kitten and hugged her tight.

“It’s something, honey. Why don’t you get a snack?” Liz said.

Claire skipped off. Liz and Darren stared at each other. “Okay. I guess we don’t have to worry about Claire being across the country,” Darren said.

“No I suppose we don’t,” Liz replied.

Wow, of all the things she thought would happen with Monica, this was at the bottom of the list.


Liz set her new necklace on Darren’s dresser. It helped her not feel overwhelmed if she set limits. It was their bedroom, but his furniture. She couldn’t think of herself as fully integrated into his life.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed the back of her head. “Do you like it?”

“I love it.” She ran her fingers over the pendant.

“I guess we don’t need it anymore.”

“Well, she won’t live with us full time.”

“I guess I’ll still have a few days with an empty house.” She used to seek solitude. Now the thought of it frightened her. How quickly he had changed everything for her.

She closed her eyes. “She’s moving here Darren. Why is she moving here?”

“You haven’t been alone here for more than a school day since we met.”

“I haven’t.”

He massaged her lower back. “I’m just a phone call away. So is Tony. Have you talked with Rebecca?” Rebecca was her therapist.

“A little. I have so many issues to deal with.”

“Eliza Jane.” His voice traveled down her spine and sent sparks through her body in every direction. She met his gaze.

“I’ve been avoiding it. It doesn’t matter now. I have something new for my next appointment.”

“Talk about it. And remember you are starting school for teaching.”

“I’m worried that I’ll still have free time. In a perfect world, I’ll find something that fills my time but leaves me available when you are home.”

“If you’re busy, I can find ways to entertain myself.”

“I don’t want to, right now. I want to be with you when you are here. I told Karen this, but I feel like I need to make up for lost time. So tell if me you need some space and alone time.”

He grabbed her chin with his hand. His thumb ran over her lower lip. “I want to be with you as well, I don’t want to hold you back from living.”

She felt her insides turn to proverbial goo. She pressed her midsection to his, feeling a warmth grow. “I want to be with you all the time, I want to talk about everything in our lives, I want to connect.” She paused. “Also after New Year’s we should have Chris and Tony over again.”

“They aren’t too shocked from last time?”

When Liz refused to tell him she’d had cancer and couldn’t have children because of it, Chris and Tony had been there. When he got it out of her, she was so sure he’d leave, she packed her things. But he asked her to move into his bedroom, be Claire’s step-mom; asked her to be his everything.

“Tony understood once I explained everything after.”

He pulled her hair aside and kissed her neck. He scraped his teeth along the tender curve where her neck and shoulder met. His erection grew against her belly.

He dragged his hands up her abdomen under her shirt until he found her breasts. He cupped them and brushed his thumbs over her nipples. “I love you react to me,” he growled against her lips. “I also enjoy your no bra rule.”

“I love how you touch me.” She pulled her shirt off. “I’m not wearing any panties either.” She reached behind and unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor.

“I try not to think about that too much when we aren’t alone.” Darren rubbed his hips to hers with a grin.

“I try not to think about what it does to you.” Liz rubbed her hand over the bulge in his pants. “I think you are wearing too many clothes.” She pulled the fastener on his jeans loose. Her hand slipped inside and and stroked his erection.

“I won’t last long with you touch me like that Eliza.”

She slowed her strokes. He pinched her nipples, twisting them between her fingers. She skimmed her fingers over the crown of his cock.

Darren grunted. “Eliza Jane get on our bed. Let me love you.”

“I’m enjoying teasing you.”

“You’ll enjoy what I’m going to do a lot more.” He kissed her, his tongue tangling around hers, silencing any protest she might have made. It wouldn’t have been a long denial, long enough to tease. He’d just returned from another road trip. His professional life was relentless.

He broke the kiss and Liz stumbled back to the bed. She stretched out, her arms over her head. He lowered himself over her, kissing her breasts, down her belly and stopping between her thighs. He pressed his mouth against her, and the meeting of sweltering flesh made her arousal flare.

His tongue left a trail of scalded skin. She writhed under him, as he continued to torment her with pleasure, stretching the limits of what she could handle. How long she could withstand his tongue inside her before she burst.

She reached her limit when he sucked her clit into his mouth. She grabbed the sheets with her fists and her hips jerked. He grabbed her ass and held her still, assailing her until she stopped shaking. She pushed him away. “Too sensitive,” she gasped. “Need a minute.”

He kissed her. “You can have all the time you need my love. This is another part of your Christmas present.”

She stretched up and sucked on his bottom lip, enjoying her taste from his mouth. “Come here you sweet man.”

Monica’s story is told in Asrai’s latest release Unsuited.

They were unsuited but she couldn’t stay away

August 3, 2017
by asrai


They were unsuited but she couldn’t stay away

Monica is rehabilitated, she’ll never drink again, and it’s the perfect time to get her family back together. To do so she’s going to move to Alberta and convince her ex-husband they can work things out. Never mind he’s engaged to someone else and they can’t stand each other.

Ryan just wants to live his peaceful life. But the beautiful woman down the hall keeps showing up on his doorstep instead of drinking he can’t turn her away, even if all they do is argue. On the other hand, all the conflict makes the sex hotter.

Can they get over their differences, find common ground, and make a relationship? Or are they too unsuited to make it work?





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Monica swallowed the lump in her throat as she pushed open her front door. She was glad to escape the frigid December air. Silence greeted her and the lump in her throat sank into her chest. She shrugged off her coat and hung it on the hook behind the door. She remembered when her ex-husband Darren hung that hook there.

Her heels clicked on the floor, echoing through the house.

She rolled her eyes at her own dramatic thoughts. The rooms in her house weren’t big enough to echo. She opened the fridge and stared at the contents. Eating alone for the last few months had grown thin. There was no joking, no laughing, no arguing over veggies.

She closed the fridge and went up the stairs to the bedrooms. She stopped at the spotless bedroom with the twin bed and cartoon sheets. No one had slept in that bed in months. Claire’s bedroom.

Due to Monica’s extreme fuck-up, Claire, her daughter, lived across the country in Alberta with Darren where he played professional hockey.

Claire was returning in a few weeks during Christmas vacation. Reluctantly returning to her mother, her friends here. Claire cried two nights before on the phone. She didn’t want to leave her kitten, or her father, or his girlfriend, Liz, Claire’s former nanny turned step-mom. Like a fucking rom-com or porno.

Monica had only met Liz once, but she hated the other woman. She not only stole Darren, now she was stealing Claire.

Monica pushed out of the doorway and went to her bedroom. She shed her clothes and laid on the bed. She blew her hair out of her eyes, but her eyes remained blurred with tears.

Instead of regrets, she switched her focus to her accomplishments. She was in recovery, which would be a lifelong journey. She complied with the court, and with her treatment plan. She wasn’t going back to drinking, no matter how much she craved it. No matter how bad the loneliness of living without Claire and Darren got, she wouldn’t pick up the bottle ever again. It solved nothing. It made shit worse. She acknowledged that every day.

Her vision cleared. Claire would return to her, but it wasn’t enough. She needed her whole family back. Darren.

She couldn’t do that here. Darren’s job, his life was in Alberta.

Monica would go to him. Her thoughts slowed and she found clarity she hadn’t had in ages. She would move to Alberta. She would get Darren back. She would put her family back together.

A fresh start would work for her, anyway. Her parents were here, but they weren’t particularly close to her. The only thing they ever really did for her was take Claire to give her a break. They were too busy.

Darren had paid the house off years ago, so she was free to sell it and buy something else. She still had money from alimony in a savings account. She could live off it alone and expect to live fairly comfortably. But she liked her job. And she was good at her job. She could keep working, even when she reconciled with Darren.

Darren. She went over the mistakes she made that lead to their divorce. Again. She had worked through some of them with her court-ordered therapist. Her therapist tried to discourage her from taking a far too happy view of her relationship with him. The therapist tried to make Monica acknowledge there were good reasons they broke up.

But the more Monica was away from him, the more she missed him. The more she wanted what they had back. He was a good man. And the family she had with him and Claire. They could have that again, she could have another baby with him. Something Liz couldn’t give him, according to Claire.

She went downstairs to order food, so she could make her plan. First, she had better tell Darren and Claire that her girl wasn’t coming home for good after all. Home was coming to her.

Asrai’s notes

This book technically occurs before the events in Love Worth the Wait. So it is book 9 in the series. But I didn’t have it planned until after I wrote Eric and Maria’s story.

I had some fans who wanted Monica to disappear so Liz and Darren could have custody of Claire. But I thought Monica deserves redemption, she wasn’t a bad person she made bad choices. So I fixed her up.

July 29, 2017
by asrai


Brandy grabbed a second throw pillow and stacked it behind her on the arm of the sofa. She put her feet on the plush seat near her butt, with enough space between her thighs for her hand to slip up under her skirt. The skirt that would be up around her waist in a moment.

She set her tablet against her legs. One hand to scroll on her favorite website for smut and one hand to scroll between her legs. She smirked then turned her attention to the story she was reading.

A few sentences in, she perked her head up. She held her breath and waited. Nothing. No one was ever up this time of night. Still, she should do this in her bedroom. In private.

The thought of possibly getting caught made it a shit ton hotter.

She renewed her movements between her legs as she lost herself in a story of two women exploring each other passionately.

It was so hot. She was so close when it ended. She set her tablet aside. “Enjoying yourself?” a disembodied voice asked somewhere in the dim light. A female voice. Fuck, one of her bosses had caught her. Brandy worked as a live-in nanny. Her bosses were nice, but kept at a distance from her. She was not part of the family here. She was a caregiver.

And now one of them was staring down at her. She scrambled to cover herself and sit up. “Don’t stop on my account. I wonder what you were watching.” The beautiful older woman stepped into the room. She was wearing a short silk robe.

Brandy cleared her throat. “I was reading, ma’am.”

“I think after that display, you can call me Kate.” She grabbed the tablet from the table and pushed the button to turn it on. Brandy fixed her skirt while she waited.

“You are a naughty girl, Brandy. You seem so sedate, so steady. I wouldn’t have guessed you had a hidden passionate side.”

Brandy didn’t know what to say. She smoothed her skirt again.

“Did you get off?”

“No, ma’am.”

Her boss sat down beside her. Kate turned Brandy’s face toward her. She caressed her nanny’s cheek and lips. “Say my name.”


“Good girl.” Kate leaned in and kissed Brandy, who was so shocked she didn’t move. “Have you ever kissed another woman? Or is that just in your fantasies?”

“I’ve had a girlfriend or two. High school. It’s been a while.”

“What about boyfriends?”

“Since high school it’s only been guys.” Brandy squirmed. She and Kate had barely exchanged ten sentences about anything other than Kate’s children. Now she was giving intimate details of her life to the woman. Who had kissed her only a moment ago.

Brandy leaned forward and kissed Kate. The older woman smiled and deepened the kiss. Their tongues met in the middle, sweet and hot and soft, both women moaned. Without breaking the kiss, Kate set the tablet aside and her fingers pushed the buttons of Brandy’s shirt free from their trappings. Kate’s hands were warm on Brandy’s skin, shoulders down to her belly. She wiggled out of the shirt.

Kate pulled away from the kiss and studied the young women in front of her. What did she see? Youth? Inexperience?

Brandy saw a new side of Kate. The eyes she thought to be cold and calculating, were sexy and passionate. Her hair was still perfect, but it would be difficult to muss up the short crop look. She wore no make up now.

Kate removed her robe to reveal her matching tank top and panty set. Even after two kids, she had beautiful breasts. Brandy reached for her, but Kate pushed her hands down. “I get to touch you first, precious.”

Kate pulled Brandy’s bra away. Her fingers teased the dusky nipples. Brandy swallowed and leaned her head back. “Do you want me to touch you Brandy?”

It took a moment for her to find her voice. “Yes, ma’am.”

Kate bent her head and sucked one nipple into her mouth. Women are so much softer, Brandy thought, as Kate’s tongue circled the sensitive spot.

Brandy grabbed Kate’s blonde hair and pulled her closer. “Hands to yourself, precious,” Kate rasped. When their eyes met, there was a hardness. “You don’t want me to punish you, do you?”

“No ma’am.”

“That’s a good girl. Just enjoy yourself.” Kate flicked her tongue on the other nipple a few times. Then she sat up. “Lay back as you were when I came in. I want to see what’s under your skirt.”

Brandy nodded and reclined on the throw pillows. She gathered her skirt around her waist.

Kate looked at her plain white cotton panties. She ran her hand over the crotch. “You look so innocent in those. But we both know the truth don’t we?”

“Y-yes.” What truth?

“Say it.”

“Say what?”

“That you are a bad girl. That you’re a slut.”

Brandy bit her bottom lip. Was she? Was this slutty? “I am a bad girl.”

She was rewarded with Kate’s finger rubbing her clit, through her panties, but it was still good.

She tipped up her chin a little. “I’m a slut.” The word filled he with a warm, erotic kind of shame. She wanted to be slutty, for Kate.

“Let’s see your cunt.”

The blunt word made Brandy flush. She didn’t hesitate to push down her panties. She was ready, she needed to be touched.

“Touch yourself,” Kate commanded. “Like you would have if I hadn’t caught you down here messing up my sofa.”

“I wouldn’t mess it up,” Brandy felt compelled to defend herself.

“I can smell how wet you are, precious. Are you always that wet?”

Brandy shook her head. “You,” she whispered.

“I made you that wet? Show me.”

Brandy dipped her finger into the wetness. She smeared it over her clit. Her legs fell apart, exposing herself more.

Kate’s eyes darkened. “Good girl. Lick it off.”

Brandy licked her finger. She sucked on it.

Kate climbed up on the sofa between her legs. “Do you want me to make you come?”

“Please. Yes, please.”

Kate kissed from Brandy’s knee up her inner thigh. Brandy wished she’d shaved more carefully.

Kate didn’t seem to care as she nuzzled into Brandy’s cunt and breathed in deeply. “It’s been awhile since I smelled good pussy.”

Brandy didn’t know what to say. She thought of Kate’s husband, upstairs, asleep, unaware his wife was having sex with the help. She felt a little guilty, but then Kate’s tongue slithered along her slit. All thought fled and her hips jerked up.

“Be still, precious.”

Brandy whimpered as Kate’s tongue parted the soft lips and found her clit. Brandy pushed her hips down and stared at ceiling. Her hands found Kate’s head and smoothed her hair before settling to her shoulders.

Kate’s tongue was like silk on Brandy’s clit. Brandy pushed her legs further apart. As far as she could manage on the sofa. Next time on a bed. Next time? That seemed unlikely. She shook her head.

Focus on the women licking your cunt.

Kate moaned and that was all it took for Brandy, knowing her partner enjoyed herself. She rushed off the edge and into full body quivering. She felt the orgasm everywhere and Kate lapped it up, extending the warm glow.

Fuck. That was amazing.

Brandy lay there as Kate kept licking, but her body was drained and Kate seemed to realize and pulled away.

She crawled up over Brandy and kissed her on the lips. Brandy’s chest wouldn’t stop heaving as the aftershocks bounced through her mind.

Kate slid away and when Brandy sat up, the older woman was pulling her robe back on. She bent and kissed Brandy again, a soft, slow brush of her lips. “Mitch will enjoy hearing about this. Maybe we can give him a show next time.”

Before Brandy could respond, Kate left the room.

Oh fuck.

July 22, 2017
by asrai


She crawled across the floor. She stopped at his feet She didn’t raise her head. His hand in her hair guided her up. His fingers on her lips parted them. And his cock slipped in.

She didn’t need to move. He pumped his hips against her. She accepted him. His appreciative moans made her wet.

His dick fell from her lips. A string of saliva stretched between them.

He crooked his finger at her. She followed to the bed. He laid back and pulled her down. She pressed her lips to his. Their tongues parried for a taste of the other until he grunted.

She raised up on her knees and licked her lips as she looked down at him. He stacked his hands behind his head. His golden skin glistened. Sweat caught in the valleys of his muscled chest and abdomen. She traced the ring of fire tattoo around his upper arm. His hair stuck straight up from when he ran his fingers through it.



She impaled herself on his cock. He sat up. His arms wrapped around her. Her legs wrapped around his waist. They moved together. Until they came in perfect harmony.

June 7, 2017
by asrai
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Once more

Sensations: fingers trailing over skin, soft caresses, deep pressure. Sweet kisses, gentle lips, flicking tongue, tasting, teasing, tempting. Kissing the backs of your hands, tongue to palm, lips to the inside of your wrists, up your forearms, then a  slow slide of the tongue along the sensitive skin.

The sexy rolls off your body, flows through your breath. I want to suck it from your lips, lick it off your skin. I need to taste you, feel you. Hear you.

“Fuck, you are beautiful.” My lips nibble from the hollow of your throat to the shell of your ear. “I love you.”

Your lips catch mine. “What do you want from me?”

“I want to give you pleasure.” I drop to my knees and pull up your shirt. I press my mouth to your navel, swirling my tongue inside. My hands push up your shirt and my lips follow. Your breasts are my shrine and I want to worship.

Lick, suck, nibble, twist, twiddle, pinch, and pull.

You taste like salt and spice.

You slip away from me, dancing out of my grasp, just beyond my fingertips. I reach for you but you push me away. “No, just watch me”

I still my body. I become transfixed on  your body, your movements, your emotions.

You lean back on the bed, one forearm braced behind you to support your upper body. Two fingers from  your other hand trace across your strawberry lips, then disappear into your mouth.

“I like when you tease me.” My voice is hoarse, I’m not even sure it’s mine.

Your arms slide out to the sides and your upper body flattens to the mattress.

You kick off your skirt quickly. Leaving you just your panties.

Your hands drift over the ample swell of your breasts, the soft skin of your belly, and the sweetness of your hips.

And slowly, the panties slip down until I see your honeyed lips. They pout sweetly at me, begging for a kiss. They glisten in the afternoon sun and I am in love all over again.

No matter how many times I lose myself between your thighs, it’s never enough. While your legs are clamped around my head, you scream, moan, pant my name, I always think “I need this once more.” But in the end it will never be enough. Maybe once more.

I move toward you. Once more scream my name.

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May 10, 2017
by asrai

The Chair: Masturbation Monday

Kylie sat in Brad’s chair. He wasn’t home yet. She usually knelt beside this chair, sometimes sat on his lap here. But she had never sat in it. Now she was.

She wiggled around in it. She imagined Brad kneeling next to her. That made her giggle. She pulled her skirt up around the waist. She trailed her fingers over her the crotch of her satin panties.

Her body hummed to life. She could have a little appetizer before Brad arrived. A small orgasm before he got here. She’d be wet and ready for him.

She lifted her hips and pushed her panties off. She wet her fingers with her tongue before pressing them against her clit. She moved in circles until she found the sweet spot, then she concentrated on that.

She heard the door open, but she was so close. A moan escaped her. She saw him in front of her, but she was so fucking close. She rubbed faster, harder. He grabbed her hand and pulled it away from her body.

She whined. He grabbed her chin and lifted her face to look at him. “You’re in my chair. And you didn’t even wait for me.”

“I didn’t think you’d be here for a while longer. At least another half an hour.”

“I left early. I would surprise you. But you surprised me and I missed the show.”

“I haven’t finished yet. I was so close to coming.”

“Were you? That’s a shame.” He pulled her hand up and sucked on her fingers. Fuck, that made her so wet.

“Can I finish now, please, Sir?” She pressed her lips into a small pout.

He let go of her fingers. “Strip down and start again. I want to watch.” He left the room and she took off her shirt and skirt. He returned with chair from the dining room and set it across from where she sat.

“All of your clothes, my beautiful slut.”

She stripped off her bra and panties.

“Ah there it is. Sit, please” He gestured toward his chair.

She sat again, feeling slightly self-conscious being naked in his living room, sitting on his special chair. The one he dominated her from so often.

“That chair is ruined,” he said. He picked up his phone. “Turn so your face is hidden. I want a picture.”

She turned and put her hands up on her face to obscure herself from his lens. The phone replicated the noise of a photograph being taken.

“Touch yourself my love. I want to see you come on your own fingers.”

She licked her index and middle finger then slid them over her clit again.

“Spread your legs. Put them over the arms of the chair.”

She followed his orders, keeping her eyes close. He was watching her with scrutiny now. She followed her pleasure and pressed against the sweet spot. She rubbed it fast and hard, wanting to get off quickly.

“Slow down. I know you’re a little frustrated. But I don’t want this to be over in a few minutes.”

She took a few deep breaths.

“Open your eyes and look at me.”

Her eyes fluttered a few times before her eyes focused on his.

“Do I look like I like what I see?”

She studied his face. “You do.”

“Then watch me watching you.” His voice was firm, almost angry. She bit her bottom lip, but kept her eyes on him while she masturbated for him.

“Come for me, my little miss slut. So impatient.”

“I know.

“Come for me on your fingers. Then I’m going to fuck you properly.”

“Help me, Sir.” She asked, looking up through her lashes.

“Kylie Anne, get yourself off.”

His voice made her tremble. “Order me again.”

“Little miss if you don’t get off Im going to spank you.

She pressed her fingers harder. His eyes on her was so hot, she exploded. She grabbed the arms of the chair to keep from sliding to the floor while her body shook. Her legs trembled the longest, but eventually everything cooled down. Brad lifted her from the chair and took her spot, then placed her in his lap. He kissed her cheek. “That was a nice welcome home.”

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May 4, 2017
by asrai

Home coming

You’re home! I run to the front door and wrap my arms around you. You smell like sweat and travel. I don’t care as you turn and press me against the door, kissing me, your tongue invading my mouth.

Your fingers tease my nipple through my shirt. I stand on my tiptoes and rub my hips against yours. “I missed you.”

You grab my ass, pulling me against you. “I see. I missed you too.”

I wiggle my hands between us and release the fastener of your jeans. I drop to the floor, pulling our pants with me. I run my fingernails over your erection through your boxers; my fingers grab into the waistband and pull them down, freeing your half hard dick.

I guide it into my mouth, taking it deep. It twitches and grows on my swirling tongue. My mouth and hand slide along your length, up and down, back and forth. Deeper and deeper, pushing my limits.

Your hands grab fists of my hair. You hold my head and thrust into my mouth. “Fuck,” you grunt. You pull back and your dick flops from my mouth. You pull my hair until I’m on my feet. “Upstairs, on your knees on the bed.”

You kick your pants off and I run up the stairs. In the bedroom I shed my clothing, dropping it in the pile on the floor. You wait until I am on the bed as instructed: hands and knees, ass in the air, thighs spread apart.

Your hands grab my hips and you thrust into me. You hold me as you pound my cunt, fucking me the way I love it. I grab the blankets in my fists and arch my back, letting you thrust deeper.

The orgasm takes over my senses. All I can feel is the pleasure snapping inside me. Your orgasm barely registers as I melt.  My arms are too weak to hold me up and I collapse on the bed. You let me go and collapse beside me. You kiss me.

“Welcome home,” I manage.

“It seems so,” you reply.

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