Asrai Devin

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

January 21, 2017
by asrai
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Interspiration January 2017

All links NSFW unless otherwise specified.

Sometimes masturbation is something you fit in during down time. 

which led to this

and then

After watching Frontier and Jason Momoa wrapped in furs I appreciate this story even more. via

And this conversation ended up with me getting spanked:

Stressed? Have an orgasm. sounds good to me.

Forced orgasms and a promise to do your worst. even if it’s just a short excerpt.

Winter is the sexiest season.

“bite my neck and i’m yours” Me too!! LOL. Masturbation monday from

Instead of goals, I want to live in a constant state of wanting  My blog. This one is safe for work.

i think he needs to read Good Sisters Share. He’ll lose more than his pants.

With fingers and oils, Vala comes in silence. #MasturbationMonday

i’m not responsible for what i read into things. my friends have been warned that i have a dirty mind.

 

January 14, 2017
by asrai
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A Hawke in her hand is worth a Bull in her bush

I had a week and i forgot about a blog for today. So I’m stealing this from my fan fiction file. If you are familar with the Dragon Age series the characters may look familiar. If you aren’t, it’s still a hot read, but some of the details may be lost on you. Get the games, play them, then come back. These are from 2 and 3. If you want to see more of my fan fiction you can find me on Archive of Our Own.

 

Ara went out Cole’s door at the top of the Tavern. It was late and she wanted to avoid Sera, who was drunk beyond reason. Her lover, Iron Bull, had gone with his Chargers on a mission and she looked forward to heading back to her tower to touch herself.

No Bull and no Krem and no one else she was interested in, meant she wasn’t going to get laid.

She could cut through the tower and down the steps outside Cullen’s office. Home free, she thought as she watched over her shoulder. Outside in the cool night air, she stopped and took a deep breath. She didn’t bother going slowly or silently into the tower.

She stopped short. There were candles. Garrett Hawke was back in residence.

Her eyes fell on him. He was laying on the bed. Naked. Stroking his cock.

Oh fuck. She’d walked in on him. Masturbating.

Hot damn!

He froze as her shadow fell on the room.

“In-In-Inquisitor,” he stammered.

“I apologize. Normally no one is in here and I use it as my personal shortcut.” She started to back out then stopped.

“Unless you’d like some uninvited company.”

He hesitated and looked down at his hand. She didn’t wait for him to respond, she closed the door and crossed the room. She sat on the edge of the bed and replaced his hand with her own.

She watched his eyes as she stroked him. “I thought you and … the Qunari?”

“We are. But we are both open to others. I’m sure he’d love to fuck you when he gets back. Will I do for now? I know you and…” Anders— whom Hawke had killed after he blew up the Kirkwall chantry. “I’ve heard stories.”

“I’m open minded,” Hawke said.

Ara’s lips curved upward. “Me too.” She feathered her fingers over his balls while bending to take his cock into her mouth. He groaned as his hips raised to meet her.

She nearly laughed, she’d also been shy and nervous when she was first with Bull, but his careful care of her erased most of the effects of her past trauma. Human cock was going to be a new experience.

She could take a lot more into her mouth for one. Which Hawke seemed to appreciate if she could judge by his moans and the rocking of his hips. She wished Bull was here to appreciate her technique, and the reactions she elicited. She tried to make note of them, so she could describe them in detail when he returned.

Her nipples were tight under her tunic, and every time she moved they rubbed against her shirt, intensifying the sensation. Her pussy ached and she rubbed her legs together.

He pushed her head away. “I don’t want to come yet. It’s been a while for me. Take it easy on me.” His face had a light sheen of sweat on it. “Take off your clothes, Inquisitor.”

She stood beside the bed and undressed as slowly as she could. When she finally shed her smalls, she realized if she got any wetter she’d be dripping.

“What do you want?” Hawke’s voice was pure sex.

She wanted everything. She wanted to be touched everywhere. She wanted to be filled. It was as if she’d gone months without sex, instead of days. When offered everything where did one start?

“Start with a touch and do what feels good.” She took his hand and pressed it between her legs. He slid his fingers along her slit. Then parted her and wet his fingertips on her desire. He rubbed her clit in a gentle circle.

She cupped her breasts and rubbed her thumbs over her nipples. She pinched them, rolling them, stretching them.

She watched as Hawke pulled his fingers out and sucked them into his mouth. “Kneel over me, I want to taste you.”

She didn’t hesitate. She lifted herself onto the bed and gripped the headboard while he pressed his mouth against her cunt. He dragged his tongue along her slit. She nearly pulled away when he dragged it over her clit. “Fuck,” she said, tensing her legs to keep herself still.

“Okay?” he asked, his mouth slightly muffled.

“I didn’t expect to be so sensitive.”

His reply was a long, steady lick. “You taste better than Orlesian wine.”

It was so cliche, but then his mouth was working on her again and she didn’t care. “You’re, uh, good with your tongue.”

He sucked her clit into his mouth. “Your mouth,” she panted, pressing her fingers into the headboard.

“Do you want to come?” he asked.

Repeatedly. “Ungh.” His tongue was moving against her. How was she supposed to answer?

He stopped. “Ask nicely,” he growled.

Her legs nearly gave out. Did he know how much she liked being dominated?

“Please, make me cum, Ser Hawke.”

She thought he said “good girl” but it was so muffled by the blood rushing in her ears, she couldn’t be sure. What she was sure of was his tongue against her clit, so fast, so hard. It took all her willpower not to ride his face.

The quiver started in her belly and moved down her thighs before exploding out her pussy. She rode it out with his tongue continuing the assault and then when her legs were about to give out she pushed herself away, afraid she might collapse on his face and suffocate the man.

“Maker,” she said. She rubbed the flat of her hand along the underside of his cock as it lay against his belly. “Shall I climb on?”

He grinned. He grabbed her chin and held her. He kissed her hard, his tongue rough in her mouth, but his beard soft on her face. He rolled her to her back, pushing her legs apart and settling himself between.

When he kept kissing her, she thought he waited for her to say no. She lifted her hips and pulled her head back. “Yes,” she whispered.

He nipped her bottom lip and thrust into her, fully. It was a bit of a strange feeling, someone else’s dick filling her. She was so used to Bull now. She liked it. She dragged her fingers down his back lightly, she grabbed his hips and pulled their bodies together.

“I don’t know if I can make this satisfying for you. It’s been too long and you teased me too much.” Their hips met in a moderate rhythm.

Part of her wanted it to last for a long time. Until Bull got back. And part of her wanted to fucked hard and quick.

She had an image in her mind of being fucked by Hawke and Bull fucking him. Or vice versa.  She bent her knees and hooked herself around his hips. “I don’t mind quick,” she ground out, between clenched teeth.

Instead of increasing his speed he stopped and pulled out. Was he done already? She knew he said he’d be quick, but seriously.

He laughed at the expression on her face. “Roll over. We’re not done.”

She flipped, so she was on her knees. “Lay down. Relax.”

He spanked her ass and she giggled. He probed between her legs with his fingers again, rubbing her clit. She moaned, pressing into the mattress, but her ass sticking up. And then mercifully, he pushed back into her cunt.

Andraste’s flaming cuntlips.

He was hitting some part of her body that she never had before. She wanted more. Needed more. His hands were pushing her hips down and she hissed.

He bit her shoulder and then he fucked her. He pounded into as fast as he could. She relaxed on the pillow. Yes, yes. That was what she wanted. She felt her pussy flood as she orgasmed from deep inside, the shivering, trembling and warmth spreading from where their bodies joined through her entire body.

And a few more thrusts, she felt him shudder and stiffen inside her. He let his body weight rest on her. She probably weighed more, so she didn’t mind. She shifted herself to find a comfortable position.

“I can’t wait for Bull to get back.”

“He’s not the jealous type?”

“He’ll want to share you.” She grinned at him, rolled off the bed, and dressed. “That was far more enjoyable than touching myself alone. Thank you Ser Hawke. See you tomorrow.”

January 7, 2017
by asrai
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The downside of desire

Last week I wrote about how I set my goal for the next year to always be wanting something.

This constant chasing has been my pattern for most of my life. In high school I was in love with a new guy every week. Celebs, guys in school, fictional characters. I never dated in high school, but I lusted after more than everyone, anyone.

In seventh grade there were seven girls in my class. We were a small school, so we were all friends. Some better than others, and we didn’t stay friends very long after this. Someone noticed seven girls, seven deadly sins. We were each assigned one. Me, who never dated, wasn’t kissed until my graduation party, got lust.

But it makes sense now. I love love. I desire desire. I want to desire. Desire people, desire my dreams, desire power and money, and more. Always more. There is always more and I will always want more.

Balance

The downside is I can’t always have more. At some point, I cannot have more. I can’t have more relationships. I can’t have more money, I’l never be rich. I’ll never be powerful. I’m just another person trying to make it in a harsh world. No one special.

I need to find balance between wanting and satisfaction.

Desire and acceptance.

Reality and fantasy.

Reach and surrender.

Balance.

Perhaps my core desire feeling should be a balance. But I really want to dive into anguish, hope, and desire.

Just for a while.

I’ll find balance later.

December 31, 2016
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Desiring Desire

Every year I go through Danielle LaPorte’s book Desire Map and lay out my core desired feelings. Last year they were “magic”, “surrender”, and “really fucking rich.”

This year going in to the end of the year I have been re-reading (regretting and now re-writing) Just Say Uncle.

I swear this is Ben, angsting over Selene while she’s out on her date.

I love the angst between Ben and Selene. Torturing them was sweet pleasure. The hockey books have lacked the depth of emotion JSU and Where She Belongs had, at least on my end. I haven’t given all my emotions to these books as the early ones had, I’m too busy trying to follow the rules.

 

I decided that my core desired feeling is: Angst. I looked up the definition of angst. It is is “the anguish of the human condition, but also the hope things will get better. Hope being key.”

For romance, the angst, the anguish, revolves around desire, longing for each another. And hope that the feeling will resolve, either the other person leaves, or the couple get together. So desire, in my world, is tied to anguish. I love the mixed up feeling of wanting and denial or self-denial.

And I want to live in that feeling. I love having a goal to chase. I don’t know if I can be satisfied. I don’t know if I want to be satisfied.

I like the chase. I like my wants, goals, dreams, desires being just out of reach.

A breath away.

Unattainable.

Always in a state of wanting.

Not attaining goals is frowned upon. One of the goal setting rules is make the goals objective you can reach.

I want to always be wanting, stretching, reaching. Always better, always more.

I want to desire for the rest of the year. Flirt, kiss, tease, hope, dream.

But you can’t always have more. But I will explore the downside more next week.

December 24, 2016
by asrai
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Interspiration December 2016

Assume everything linked is NSFW. I’m pretty sure it all is. I read a lot. I link a lot. This isn’t even everything I share on Twitter. Here’s a link to some mood music while you read.  Physical by NIN. 

Always have a plan. nsfw. via and

An indepth guide to the V: yes, the lady parts. via

A little masturbation monday from

in Sinful Sunday’s all tied up.

This conversation was funny. Rayne gives good advice, but this one didn’t hit the mark for me.

Free download. 3.8 stars in 292 reviews on Amazon!

When the house is full and life is stressful, gotta make time for self care and release.

Stockings are my fave.

Flipping the switch. YESS! I followed most of it from the blog.

Birthdays and threesomes! happy reading. via

Fucked by the fire. That sounds cozy. via

10 amazing bathtubs. I have a thing for bathtubs.

How to preform a memorable strip tease this weekend.

How to give the best blowjob.

Ahh, ice play is so hot. Fire and Ice via

Two cock fantasy. No one makes sexy toy reviews better than

Sharing is caring Dr. J and Women on Top. via

Why is everyone so obsessed with spanking and bondage? Because it feels good!!

These girls will fix all your problems.

3 studies that refute porn harming men’s relationships.

The Ins and Outs of female anatomy.

This is super hot.

Sinful Sunday from I’m game to play hookie.

Ben’s secret to a wonderful morning is who dresses you

 

December 17, 2016
by asrai
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A very merry Christmas from Liz and Darren

“Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree” came on the radio. Darren 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 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 when 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 will 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 whispered.

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. “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 for Claire to go back, 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.”

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.

“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 supper was cleaned up, 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 said little. “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.


I know a lot of people wish Monica would disappear. But she deserves redemption. One of my best internet friends lost custody for a while due to alcoholism, so it’s near and dear to my heart.

This is my next planned project. It might be a shorter 99 cent story. But I wanted to tell it. And then one more planned hockey novel and for the 8th time, that is the last of them.

December 10, 2016
by asrai
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Hot for teacher: steamy short romance

Lindsey adjusted the tie of her jacket. Her heels clicked down the hall. Her pulse picked up when she got to the classroom door.

She stepped inside the room and closed the door. She took off her jacket and slid into the desk. She crossed her bare legs under her skirt and smiled up at the teacher.

“I’m ready for my tutor session, Mr. Johnson.” She giggled. It wasn’t even Sam’s name. But she couldn’t help herself. Even if she’d get double punishment for it.

He plopped a notebook and pen down in front of her. He was right into this. “You’ll need to take notes.”

He went to the front of the room and talked about concepts for twelfth grade English. She had taken this class from him almost a decade ago. While he droned, she pressed a hand between her legs and ran her fingers over her covered slit.

He stopped talking and walked in front of her and smacked his hand on her desk. She didn’t stop moving her fingers. “Miss Miller are you paying attention?”

She shook her head. “Not really.”

“Are you touching yourself?”

She put a finger in her mouth and nodded.

“Get up, Miss Miller.”

She dropped her hands from her body and stood, not the least bit contrite.

“Do you know how to behave in a classroom?”

She shook her head and played with the button of her blouse buttoned enough to show her adult ample cleavage. He tracked her fingers with his eyes for a moment. “I’m sorry Sir.”

“Go to my desk and put your hands on the top.”

She stood in front of his desk and put her palms flat on the top. “Bend over,” he instructed from close behind her.

She leaned forward so her ass was out.

He lifted her skirt and caressed her ass. “Good girl,” he murmured. “You can listen when you want.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Maybe a spanking will teach you to pay attention.” She doubted it, but pressed her lips together to keep from saying it or laughing.

He smacked her ass with his hand. She yelped. He brought his hand down again. She closed her eyes and let the sting spread through her body. He smacked her again and again, driving the pain deeper and wider.

She moaned and yelped. And then he caressed her ass again. He ran his fingers along the edge of her panties. “Are these regulation underwear?”

“Regulation?”

“Yes. didn’t you read the handbook?”

She shook her head.

“Take them off, Miss Miller.”

She raised her body and pulled the underwear down her legs. After she stepped out of them, she deposited them on his desktop. She looked up at him with a toss of her hair.

“Since you won’t pay attention in class, and you won’t pay attention with special attention, you will fail English.”

“Isn’t there anything I can do? Special assignments? Extra credit work?” She dropped her head and looked up at him through her eyelashes. “I can’t fail this class. I won’t get into college.”

He stepped closer to her. “Maybe we can come up with something. Unbutton your blouse the rest of the way.”

“Mr. Johnson.” She made her voice breathy. She pulled a strand of hair through her fingers and tilted her head. “That’s naughty.”

“Do you want to pass this class, Miss Miller?”

She nodded. He gave her a hard glare. She unbuttoned her blouse, hypnotized by his eyes. She ran her fingers along her stomach once she bared her skin.

He moved closer and parted her shirt wider. He cupped her breasts and brushed his thumbs over her nipples. They hardened under the black lace that cupped her. “This bra does not conform to the school regulations.”

She looked up at him. “I told you I didn’t read the rule book.”

“You did. That will require extra punishment.” He removed her blouse and unsnapped her bra.

“Yes Sir.”

“You seem eager for it. Do you like being punished Miss Miller?” He removed her bra and tossed it on a desk.

“Yes Sir.”

“Clasp your hands behind your back. You can give an oral essay.”

She pulled her hands behind her back and clasped them there. “I’m much better at other oral activities.”

He failed to hide that smile. But he brought his stern face back quickly. “How does it affect you? Use proper English in your reply.” He ran his fingers around her nipples. The tightened under his teasing caresses, thrusting out to him for more.

She smirked at him. “It makes me wet, Sir.”

He rolled her erect nipples between his thumb and finger. Her eyes slid shut and she groaned. He clamped his fingers down and her eyes flew open. “Eyes on me Miss Miller. I know you have issues paying attention. I thought this special attention would help. But the only thing you pay attention to is pain.”

“Pleasure works as well, Mr. Johnson.”

“That made you closer your eyes.” He twisted the sensitive nubs until she cried out again. “Pain makes you wet. Are you a slut?”

She nodded.

He leaned in close. “How many boys did you tease your senior year?”

“All of them,” she whispered. That was true. She was a big tease.

“How many boys did you fuck your senior year?”

She thought back, she wasn’t far out of high school now, but far enough. “Five, I think.”

“You don’t remember how many you fucked?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Not exactly. I’m a slut remember.”

He grinned and released her nipples from his grasp and she rubbed them. Behind his desk, he rummaged in his jacket pocket. He came back with her jeweled nipple clamps. “Since pain helps you pay attention, let’s keep that on the forefront.” He clipped them on her nipples and she groaned in appreciation.

“Ten more with a ruler for each clothing violation should suffice.”

She winced. That would sting. She couldn’t wait. “Take off your skirt, since it’s probably too short.”

“Do I get ten for that as well?”

“No. Just ten for the bra and panties. We’ll talk about your skirt choices another day.”

She took off her skirt, leaving her naked in the classroom, in front of her English teacher.

“Hands on the desk again, my little slut.”

She put her hands on the desk and bent a little. He picked up a ruler from the pen holder that said “World’s Greatest Teacher” with a little apple and chalkboard painted on it. He walked behind her and his hands caressed her ass. They lingered on her and she knew he wanted to see how wet she was. She was so warm and wet that her thighs were sticking together.

He smacked her with the ruler, counting each one out loud. After five, he stopped, “Why am I doing the work? You count your punishment.”

“English teachers can’t do math?” she asked. She clamped her mouth shut as soon as it escaped. She should shut the fuck up.

“Five more for a smart mouth. After we’ll see if we can clean it up.”

“Twenty left now. Count or I go until you say twenty.”

She nodded and he smacked her ass again. She contorted her face in pain and said “One.” The blows were steady and stinging. Would she marked after this? For how long? He’d never gone this harshly before.

“Twenty,” she said in a shaky voice, when he finished.

He caressed her. “How does it feel?”

“It stings,” she said.

“Good. Face me.”

“How will we clean your mouth up? Maybe if there’s something in it, you won’t be able to make smart remarks.” He unbuckled his belt and the sound made Lindsay weak in the knees.

Sam let his pants pool at his feet. “On your knees. Let’s see those oral skills.”

She sank down. The cold tile floor was almost a relief against her hot skin. She took the tip of his cock into her mouth and sucked it. She looked up at him, hiding her smile. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. “Suck me properly or you will be sorry, little girl.”

She almost wanted to know how sorry she’d be. For the game, she took him into her mouth, her hand wrapped around the base while she bobbed her head up and down his length.

“Not bad,” he said. “I think you can do better. Take me deeper into your mouth.”

She moved deeper, still using her hand on him. He kept his hand in her hair and she thought he would hold her and fuck her mouth.

He used it stop her. She glared up at him. “Put your hands behind your back again. I want the full use of your mouth.”

She clasped her hands behind her back. She kept her eyes on him as she moved down his length until she hit her limit, she took a deep breath and went further. “That’s my girl, all the way down.” He held her hair with his hands and fucked her mouth.

He stopped. “I so want to fill your mouth with my come, but I want to fill your pussy and I may not have the strength for both.” He pulled back until his cock sprang free of her body. “A plus for oral skills.”

“Do I pass?”

“Adding that a plus to your average brings you up to a C. is that sufficient for college? Perhaps you can wow the recruiter at the college with your skills.”

She shook her head. “I need an A to make to my top choice, Sir.”

“Then we’ll have to do some more probing.” He tugged on the chains attached to her clamps. “Agreed? I’m sure you have other assets.”

“I do Sir.”

“Stand up and show me then. Show me what will get you an A in my class.” He raised his eyebrows as he issued the challenge.

She raised herself and scanned the room. “Can I use your chair?”

“I don’t know. Can you?” He twisted a clamp.

She screeched. “Ow. May I use your chair?”

He held her in the twist. She wanted to slap his hands away. “What form of your are you using?”

“Y-O-U-R.”

He released her. “You may use my chair.”

She turned her back to him and smiled. When she was in the chair, she tried to look innocently at him. She put her feet on chair seat and spread her legs wide. She put her hands on her knees and slid them down toward her goal. She massaged her inner thighs while keeping her eyes focused on him.

“You’re a teasing little slut.” He leaned his elbows on the desk to get a better view.

She used her fingers to spread her cunt lips and wet her fingertips on the juicy desire that flowed from her under his control. She rubbed her finger into her clit. Her head lolled back and her eyes closed. She realized how turned on she was.

Her breathing picked up as she got closer to orgasm. His fingers wrapped around her wrist and pulled her away. “You need permission before you may come in my classroom, Lindsey.”

She shivered, loving her name echoing through the timber of his voice. Fuck. Fuck, she needed to come so badly. Her clit was throbbing, her ass, her nipples.

“May I come please, Sir?”

“No, you may not. I’ve seen enough to give you a grade for your finger skills.”

“So?”

“A minus. That brings your average up to a B. Good enough.”

She pouted. “No, I need an A.”

He pushed some things on the desk back. “Come sit on the desk here.” While she moved around the desk, he took off his pants, but he pulled his underwear back up.

She sat on the desk. He pushed her knees apart with his hands and lowered himself to the floor in front of her. She gripped the edge of the desk as his hot breath fanned over her skin.

His tongue parted her folds, he wiggled against her opening, lapping up the fresh flood of desire. Then he flicked against her clit and the warm glow enveloped her. Yes, this is what she wanted. He licked and sucked and nipped until she was grinding against him. He thrust two fingers inside her and curled them against her inner walls as he tongued her clit harder. “Come you little slut,” he said, on a pause, then pressed his face back in.

It wasn’t on his command, it took a few heartbeats more, before the waves overtook her. The pleasure pulsated through her body and her hips bucked. He stood and held her while she came.

She rested her head on his shoulder. “I wish I’d brought lube. I’d love to finish up with your ass. Another time. Tonight, I’ll bend you over my desk.” He pushed one desk against the wall and pressed her face down on it. Her breast mashed into the cold veneer top.

He held her there by her neck for a moment until he knew she would stay. There was a pause while he removed his underwear, and then he adjusted their bodies until they were joined.

He wasn’t gentle as he fucked her. He wound a hand around her waist and dragged his fingers over her clit. It was instant reaction as she came again, he pinched the nub and the end of it never came. He slammed into her double, triple the pace. The desk rattled underneath her and her nerve ends became raw from sensations. She couldn’t take anymore and he let go.

He released inside of her. And she smiled faintly, knowing she’d be dripping his come the rest of the night.

He lifted his head from her shoulder when his breathing returned to talking speed. “A plus. Fuck me.”

“I did.”

He pulled away from her. She waited while he picked up her clothing. He handed her the skirt and her coat. “Can I have the rest?” she asked.

He went behind his desk and stuffed them in a drawer. “Keeping them so you’ll see me next week so I can retest you before I give you your final grade.”

“I might as well go home naked,” she said, as she pulled the skirt on. “No one will see me, anyway.”

“We’ll get a drink before I drop you off,” Sam said.

“Topless?”

“Put on your coat.” He waited for it. He ushered her out of the room. He turned off his lights and looked at the classroom. “Well, Monday is going to one hell of a day. Hopefully I can keep from getting hard while thinking about you bent over my desk.”

“How does it feel wearing nothing but your skirt and coat, my come dripping down your thighs?”

“Slutty?”

“Is that good?”

“Yes. I never thought I’d do anything like this.”

Her nipples were diamond tight by the time he parked in front of the bar.

December 3, 2016
by asrai
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A good set of pecs

Her heart went pitter-patter as she traced the contours of his torso. Holy fuck. She did not need to know what he hid under his clothes. She’d never be the same. She’d never be able to look at him without imagining that expanse of skin.

Maria?” he asked.

Her eyes flew to his face. He looked confused then realized where her eyes lingered. His face split with a grin. “Uh…” What could she say? The words had evaporated, leaving her mouth dry. Damn? That came to mind. She wanted to whip out her phone and send a picture to Tiff. Tiff could appreciate a good set of pecs.

He all but laughed. “Give me two minutes to change and smooth my hair.”

Sure.” She nodded, her eyes dropping back to his chest. He had a tattoo on his shoulder and down his arm. On his chest one swirl went around the number 34, which she assumed was his hockey number. He was hairier than she would have guessed. She followed that down to his belly button, the trail of hair disappeared into his pants. She ripped her eyes away and ran down the stairs.

She was such fucking twit. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen a male chest, but you wouldn’t know that However, every male chest she’d seen before his was flabby and pasty in comparison. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and sent Tiff a text message.

Maria: Just saw Eric Thomlin’s chest. And I fucking stared at him. How do I come back from that?

Her phone beeped.

Tiff: Did you drool?

Maria: No.

Tiff: Then you’re okay. Act like nothing happened. Like you see hot male chests all the time. How good was it though?

Maria: Bad. Terrible. He’s all fucking muscle. You’re supposed to tell me I’m a terrible person.

Tiff: Did you touch him?

Maria: No. What do you take me for?

Tiff: Not a terrible person. Keep your hands to yourself and you’ll be fine.

Maria: I love you.

Tiff: Love you too. Now some of us have bosses, I have to go.


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November 29, 2016
by asrai
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Love Worth the Wait

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Maria grew up idolizing Eric Thomlin, her older brother’s best friend. And as she grew, so did her feelings for him. When Eric hears Maria loves him, he runs. She’s too young and too innocent for the likes of him. Four years later, he’s back at home. Can Eric prove that he’s worthy of her love? Or will his fear of hurting her make him run again, this time for good?

 

 

 

Excerpt

Maria surveyed the destruction in the Thomlin kitchen. She rubbed her chest. The Thomlin name always made her ache.

She tossed her hair. This was her first big job, she would not ruin it by thinking she missed him

She didn’t miss him at all. He left her, moving to another city four years ago. He left because he was traded to a different team that night. But he never called to say goodbye, to let her know, to check on her.

She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. Besides, she was a grown woman, an almost engaged woman, with a business to run.

She pulled out her sketches and paced the length of the kitchen. The front door opened without a knock that must be the general contractor the Thomlin’s hired to do the work.

“Hello?” his voice called.

“In the kitchen,” she replied. “What’s left of it,” she muttered to herself.

She turned and her book dropped from her hands. Eric Thomlin. Fuck. If the thought of him made her chest ache, the sight of him made her body stop working. Her jaw dropped open as she stared at him.

He hadn’t seen her, he was surveying the kitchen. “What happened here?”

His voice clicked her brain back into working mode. She dropped to her knees to gather the papers that scattered. If only her thoughts were so easily retrieved. What the hell was he doing here? His mother assured her he rarely visited.

“Your parents are redoing their kitchen.”

“How do—”

She stood and his eyes went wide. “Maria.”

She was glad to have the advantage for once as she recovered her composure from the floor. “Hello Eric. How are you?”


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November 26, 2016
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Dressing Ben: A Steamy Short

If you haven’t read Just Say Uncle, this won’t spoil anything for you, but it’s a free read.


Just Say Uncle

Just Say Uncle

Selene laid Ben’s suit out on their bed while he showered. She laid her dress beside his. Dressed in only her bra and panties, she slid in at the antique dressing table she purchased a few weeks ago. She pulled her hair back in a bun and applied her makeup for another day at the office. When she heard the shower turn off, she knelt on the floor beside the bed.

He came out drying his hair with a towel. She traced a drop of water down her chest with her eyes. She considered offering to lick him dry, but then they would be late for work.

He stopped in front of her, his hand caressed her cheek. “I like when you kneel. But I wonder if you are trying to make us late for work?”

“I thought I would help you dress.”

He searched her face. “Alright kitten.”

“Sit, please.” He moved back to the bed and sat in the space between their outfits.

Selene edged over and grabbed his underwear. He helped her slide it up his still damp legs. They put his pants on next. She fasted them in the front. Then she circled him on her knees on the bed, sliding his belt through the loops.

He didn’t lift his arm when she held out his shirt. He tried to remain as passive as possible, but he couldn’t help smiling.

She shook her head and pressed a kiss to his mouth. She slipped his hand into one sleeve and pulled it up his arm. The other side was harder.

When she stood face to chest, it gave her pause. She couldn’t help running her fingers over his skin, still golden from their tropical vacation, where they sunbathed nude when they weren’t making love.

He captured her hand and kissed her fingers. “Button my shirt, kitten.”

She was powerless to resist his commands. It was going to be a long day while she waited to be alone with him.

She pulled her hands from his chest and buttoned his shirt. She started to tuck it into his waistband, but he pushed her hands away. “I don’t trust myself with your hands so close.”

She held her breath as he tucked his shirt in and did up the buckle of his belt.

She flipped up the collar of his shirt and wrapped the tie around his neck. Biting her bottom lip, she tried to recall the order of the motions that turned the silk fabric into a tie.  It wasn’t the first time she’d tied his tie, but it was damn complicated. She huffed as she tightened it. “It’s crooked,” she said, pulling it loose again.

He leaned up to kiss her with a smile. He tied the tie and tightened it. Her stomach clenched. “Is it crooked?” He glanced down at the tie.

She shook her head. “I was trying to figure out if you are hotter naked or fully dressed.”

“I’m glad getting married didn’t make the magic wear off.”

“Never,” she promised. She pressed in and kissed him hard. “I love you forever, Benjamin.”

He ran his hands over her hips. “I love you too, Kitten.” His hands played with the lace straps on the sides of her panties.

She picked up his jacked and swung it around behind him. He tucked his arms into the jacket.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into a kiss. “I didn’t know I would enjoy getting dressed so much.”

“So long as the moment we are back in this room I get to undress you.”

He kissed her forehead. “Something to look forward to.”

He released her and picked up his coffee mug from the side table. He gestured to her outfit. “And now I get to watch you dress. Which is half as much fun as watching you undress.

He winked at her. She laughed and picked up her dress.


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