Asrai Devin

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

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.

Posting this on Wednesday, but joining in on the Masturbation Monday prompt. Check out more sexy stories at Kayla’s Masturbation Monday website.



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.

I’ve been meaning to submit to Masturbation Monday for ages but keep forgetting until my Twitter friend said she was joining, it gave me the reminder to join as well.

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April 29, 2017
by asrai

Interspiration April 2017

All links are NSFW unless otherwise stated. You can check out more of my links on my twitter account. Click the follow button the linked tweets.

Pillowcase bondage in case yours go missing or your forgot to pack them.

Squirting: one kinkster’s experience.

Top 10 sex questions answered.

Breakdown service part 4. oh yay!!

All about exhibitionism.

Wicked Wednesday: Lies lies and more lies.  Maybe he thought they were true at the time?

How to have an epic sex life when you are worried about catching feelings.

7 sexual topics to bring up at your next dinner party. Please invite me if you are asking these!!

What do your sexual fantasies say about you?

Despite her disobedience, Jessi’s clothing tempts Jake

Polyamory and unicorns. (somewhat safe. It is from the Guardian)

Can you sleep around and not get an STI? (mostly safe)

Guide to satisfying quickies.

Brad challenges Kylie to be a good girl.

How long does your afterglow last?

Why do people keep saying verbal consent isn’t sexy? It is. Get over it and ask. Ask often. Make it normal. 

How to host an orgy.

My life in his hands from

Oh man do I ever feel this. it’s not sexy. But you can feel it.

Rain and storms are my favorite weather. I grew up on the prairies. We don’t get a lot of rain.

Where is the g-spot?

Double the pleasure with mutual masturbation.

Maybe if I’m Good: Sexy Quickie

April 22, 2017
by asrai


This isn’t my first sexy quickie with Brad and Kylie. If you want to see their evolution you can check out these stories

Poker Game

Mr. Nash teaches Kylie about submission

Kylie plays the babysitter

Brad teases Kylie 

Brad makes good on his promise to Kyle

Kylie grabbed her water bottle to hide her shock. “Sorry, you said Brad Nash is coming for dinner?”

“Yes,” her mom said.

“Tonight?” Why hadn’t he told her? She emptied her water bottle, wanting to send him a text right now.

“That’s what I said. Was he mean to you when you babysat or something? I thought you loved his girls.”

“I did. It’s fine, my mind was somewhere else.”

Kylie leaned back on the sofa. She picked up her phone and sent a fast text to Brad. “Dinner?”

She got a smile emoji in reply. “You will have to be a good girl tonight.”

“I’m always good.”

“You’re always a brat. I want you to call me sir tonight. Not enough that your parents notice. And put on a nice skirt and no panties.”

Her pussy flooded at the thought. “You’re a bad influence.”

“Are you wet?”

She bit her bottom lip. “Yes.” Fucker. He knew how to turn her on without even being in the room.

“Good girl. Are you alone?”

“Sort of. I’m watching TV downstairs.”

“Go to your room.”

“Have I been a bad girl?”

“That remains to be seen. Are you in your room?”

“I’m going to do homework in my room,” Kylie called to her mom. She tried not to run to her room. She locked the door behind her and flopped onto her bed before replying to Brad, “In my room.”

“Put on some music.” Her video chat notification went off. She answered, but hissed. “I didn’t have time to put music on.”

“The threat of getting caught makes it hotter.”

“You should fuck me while you’re here then.”

“I wish. Later tonight. If I can get out of here early enough. You said you were going out right?” She turned her music on her computer speakers and her headphones in for the chat with Brad.

“Yeah,  I’m staying at Lindsey’s. As far as anyone knows.”

“Except me and Lindsey. I owe her a meal.”

“We do. You’d like her.”

“Would she be into a threesome?”

“I don’t think she’s bisexual. I can ask.”

“I’d like to see someone lick your cunt. Or fuck you from behind while you eat another woman out.”

“You’d like that.”

“Yes. Would you share?”

“Sure. I’m a good girl. I can share.”

“You’d share? You’d let someone suck my cock?”

“While I lick your balls. No she can do your balls, I get the cock.”

“You get what I tell you.”

“Sorry, Sir.”

“That’s better. Are you rubbing your cunt?”

“No. Should I be?”

“Show me how wet you are.”

She wiggled off her pants and panties. She closed her eyes and put the phone between her legs.

“Use your fingers and open your lips. I want to see your clit.”

She spread her lips for him. Pleasure shot up her spine. “Can you fuck yourself while you hold the phone there so I can watch?”

She flicked her finger over her clit. “That’s my good little slut. I bet you taste amazing. Finger your cunt and then lick it off.”

She followed his directions, with a quiet moan. “Tell me how good it is.”

“Amazing, great. I wish I could taste it on your lips.”

“On the face of the other girl we are fucking. I’d like to lick your taste from her mouth. It would be super hot if I came inside you and then she ate you. She would taste like both of us at once.”

“That sounds hot.”

“So she’s sitting on your face, while you lick her cunt. You aren’t allowed to come until you make her come. And I am fucking my pussy.”

“I suck on her clit. Flicking my tongue fast against her.”

“Touch yourself,” he urged. She fingered her clit, slowly, wanting this to last. “Good girl. She’s got great tits. Almost as beautiful as yours. I’d love to come all over them.”

“I bet we each sucked one before we got to the fucking. I could lick your come off if you do that.”

“Did I turn you into a cum slut?”

“Yes, sir.” She moved her finger faster on her clit.

“That’s so hot. Don’t come until I tell you.”

“Please, Sir.”

“Not yet, my cum slut. Take your hands off yourself.”


She dropped her hands, the orgasm so close she could taste herself. She lapped at her fingers.

“I’m going to shower and get ready to come over. I’ll be there in about forty minutes. YOu should wash up, I’d hate for anyone to smell your arousal, but you may not come.”

“Fuck.” She hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

“I’ll punish you for that later. No whining, sweetheart.”

“Sorry sir.”

“I wish I could smell you. See you soon.” He ended the call and she laid back on her bed. She set her books out on the bed so it looked like she was working. She went to the bathroom and wiped between her legs as gently as she could. She returned to her room and pulled a knee length skirt on. Then she used the time to study.

In a different world, she could run downstairs and kiss him in greeting. Maybe in the future. When they felt they were ready to share their relationship. She heard his voice and it made her wet again.

She went down the stairs. Brad was sitting in her living room, a beer in hand, talking to Dwight. He was in jeans and a button down shirt. He hadn’t shaved today and that was another drip of desire.

“Hello Ky,” Dwayne said. “Done studying?”

“Yes. I thought I’d better see if Mom needed help with supper. Hello, Mr. Nash.”

He took a swig from his beer, but she saw his smile. Their first night she called him Mr. Nash despite his protests. She wondered if he would punish her for it.

“You’re in your fourth year of university?” Brad asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

“She’s top of her class.” Dwayne gave her a smile.

“You always were a good girl.”

“Thank you Sir. I better go check on Mom.”

She went into the kitchen. “Need any help.”

“Throw the salad together. You look dressed up.”

“I took a break from studying to try on outfits for going out tonight.”

“I thought you were going over to Lindsey’s?”

“We might go out. We haven’t decided. Maybe I was dressing up for Mr. Nash.”

“He is a good looking man.”

“We all had a crush on him when we were teenagers. We’d giggle about him at school. Did you ever date someone older than you?”

“Not that much age differences. Too much for me. You want to be a stepmom before you are thirty? No thanks.”

“That’s true.” Still, here she was, in love with someone with teenagers. If she and Brad decided to be a couple that’s what would happen. It was a frightening thought, but she wanted to be with Brad so much she’d deal with it. But after she graduated, the both agreed on that.

“Kylie,” Dwayne called from the living room. “Can you bring us another beer each, please?”

“Okay.” But only because Brad was in there. She set the salad bowl aside. She only needed to add croutons. She grabbed two beer from the fridge and took them to the living room.

“Thank you sweetheart, we’re being lazy. It’s nice to be waited on by a woman, eh Brad?”

“Thank you,” Brad said, as he took the beer. “I enjoy having my demands catered to.”

“You welcome, Sir.” She turned and left before anything more happened.

She finished the salad and they all came to the table. She was the youngest of her siblings, and Dwayne’s kids were at their mom’s for the weekend. So it was only the four of them. She sat next to Brad. Which was good, it was harder to stare at him when he was next to her.

She wished they could find time to be alone. A kiss would be nice. His cologne was making her wet. But it seemed unlikely.

After supper, when the dishes were done, they all four sat and chatted for a few minutes. Then she excused herself so she could get ready to go to Lindsey’s. She went upstairs. A few minutes later there was a knock on her door. She opened the door. Brad rushed in, closed the door behind him and grabbed her around the waist. He kissed her hard and fast. His hands reached down and slid under her skirt. He brushed his knuckles over her bare, sticky cunt. “Just checking. I have been dying to know all evening.”

“What are you doing here?” she hissed.

“Using the bathroom.”

“There’s one on the main floor.”

“Your mom is in that one.” He shrugged. He rubbed her clit. “Did you get off after we talked?”

“I’ve been good, but dying for it.”

“Another hour. Then I can excuse myself.”

“I’m going to leave in about a half hour. I’ll go to Lindsey’s.”

He kissed her again. “I’ll see you in ninety minutes?”

She nodded. “Sure. You want to sync our watches?”

He snorted. “You’re lucky I love you. Or I’d punish you for every little smart remark.”

“I love you too. Can I put on underwear now?”

He kissed her cheek. “Yes. So I can soak them. I better go.”

“I better check the hallway.”

She stuck her head out. “Okay go.”

He crept down the hall to the bathroom. The toilet flushed a moment later, and he washed his hands. She watched him leave. Mr. Nash, her lover. Her love.


I am going to write a full novel of these two, eventually. They have a lot to explore. But first the spanking scene from a couple weeks ago is turning into a full story.

April 15, 2017
by asrai
1 Comment

Like Melted Chocolate

This must be what melted chocolate felt like. Soft and warm and sinfully good.

This is probably my favorite line I’ve written. It is from Complications over Coffee, the third book in Up in Flames series. I ran through it again to edit it and add some detail. It is available on Kindle Unlimited for another month. 

Nicole fluttered her hands. Crap, crap, crap. He was kissing her. She waited for days for this to happen. There weren’t many hours when she didn’t think about it happening.

She should stop.

She parted her lips for his tongue.

This must be what melted chocolate felt like. Soft and warm and sinfully good.

While he kissed her, his fingers undid the buttons on her shirt. His tongue moved over her throat while he removed her bra.

He licked a nipple into his mouth. Nicole sighed. “Was that a good sigh?” he asked.

“Yes. It was the sigh of a woman who feels desired.”

Corey kissed his way down her rib cage; she could feel his strong fingers as they fumbled with the button of her pants. “You are driving me crazy on a regular basis. I can’t look at other women because—ah there.” He broke off his confession as the button slipped from the hole. He concentrated on pushing them down her legs.

Because of what? Because of her? According to everyone, even his best friends, he had a new woman every night of the week. It seemed his reputation might be grossly exaggerated.

“Because of me?” Her voice was hopeful.

“Because of you what?” He was busy, working her pants off her feet.

“You can’t look at other women.”

“Oh, yeah, I keep thinking of you.”

“Everyone would have me believe that you sleep with every woman you come across.”

“Yeah.” He stopped as he pulled her panties over her hips. “I’ve been leading everyone to believe that. Locker-room bullshit.”

“So you haven’t had sex with four women in the last week?”

Corey sat back. Nicole became vaguely aware she was half-naked on the landing between her entryway and living room. She’d never come down the stairs the same away again. She’d see the spot every time she came down to the main floor.

“I shouldn’t ask.”

“Since we’re laying here about to rub against each other, you have a right. I haven’t slept with any women since September. Except you the other day. Twice.”

“Oh.” Her eyes were wide. What was she thinking? He didn’t want her to think. That was the point.

“Yeah. I was thinking about licking your hot pussy until you come. Do you want to keep talking?”

That was direct. She nodded at him. “The first thing. But it doesn’t seem fair.”

“Fair? I’m not keeping score.”

“I was thinking more along the lines of mutual pleasure.”

His brows pressed together. Then his eyes grew wide as understanding sunk in. “Then ladies on top, I think.” He removed his pants as quick as he could and lay down on the carpet. When she moved, she’d take this piece of carpet with her.

She placed her knees on either side of his head. She took her time as she concentrated on wrapping her mouth around his cock.

She found it difficult to keep her movements smooth as he licked his way inside her body. His mouth was hot against her, as he licked, sucked and caressed her to three orgasms.

She was sure she would have had better luck with his pleasure if he hadn’t kept forcing her to stop. She only stopped because she feared she would pull him in a direction that wasn’t natural. Or she might catch him with her teeth.

Shortly, after the third time she shuddered, and her body was feeling too lax to keep pleasuring him, he pulled away. “Stop,” he panted. “I don’t want to finish in your mouth.”

“All right,” she said and moved away. She wasn’t sure if she would have minded. This was the first time in her life that oral sex had ended this way. At least she thought it was ending. Maybe another time, she was too exhausted to think about it now.

He rotated his body, so he was face-too-face with her. He took her hand and wrapped it around his dick. With her hand, he rubbed himself until he came, all over her leg. It was warm, thick and sticky.

“Shit,” he said.

“Yeah.” They were still lying on the floor. “We could have probably taken it to a softer spot.”

“Maybe. This was great.”

“It will be difficult to be in this area without remembering. Who knew it could be such a hot spot?”

He kissed her cheek. “I suppose we should get cleaned up.”

She stared at him, waiting for the haze of desire to wear off. “Yeah. I have to get lunch. Do you want a sandwich?”

Corey nodded. “Yeah. I’d like that.” He stood and grabbed his pants. “Geez, Nicole. I never knew you were such a kinky woman. Sixty-nine in the front hallway.”

“It seems you bring that out in me.” She stood as well and dressed herself. His come was sticky on her leg and she wasn’t sure she wanted to clean it off yet; if she washed herself, it might dull the memory.

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