My Sexy Saturday – week 88

I have had a few weeks away from My Sexy Saturday, but I am back!  Those of you who aren’t familiar with MSS, it is a blog hop giving writers of erotica a chance to share their ‘Saturday 7’ – seven words, sentences or paragraphs – from one of their works, each week.

This weeks theme is Sexy’s Got You, babe… and the way I interpret it,  it is couples who, even when they have nothing else, have each other; no matter how trying times are, they have one another.

With that in mind, I chose to use the story of Cameron and Alyssa for my Saturday 7…



“Do you really want to disappoint your grandmother like this?” Susan demanded and Cameron took a breath to compose himself.

“Mum, I have told you we don’t want a church wedding.” Cameron was trying to remain calm but it was a lot easier said than done.

“Your grandfather would be horrified,” his mum said angrily and Cameron scowled.

“You are not going to guilt trip me into a church wedding by talking about grandad!” Cameron raised his voice.

His mum shot him a pained look. “All he wanted was to see you get married in the same church he and grandma got married in, the same church your father and I got married in, the same church your brother and Melanie got married in.” Now she was crying, obviously deciding that he wouldn’t be able to say no to his crying mother.

“We are getting married in the English garden at the reserve, Mum,” Cameron said firmly. “It is what Alyssa wants, it is what I want and that is final,” he punctuated the point by (very maturely) stomping his foot.

“I knew that girl was trouble from the moment you introduced her to us,” his mum said bitterly and Cameron found himself struggling to not yell.

“She is the love of my life, she makes me happy, I cannot wait to have a family with her and to grow old with her, you really should start accepting that she is – and will always be – a part of my life.” Cameron could handle his mum being a stubborn old bitch when it came to him, but would not stand by and let her be nasty about his Alyssa.

“I will never accept it, or her,” his mum said plainly. “That girl has no morals, she doesn’t go to church, and I would imagine she is the one who pushed you to propose to her because she knows you are far too good for her and she wants to trap you! Don’t think I haven’t heard the rumours about her and that woman, I do not want you associating with such a person, let alone marrying one!”

Cameron had had enough. He stood up. “I love you mum, but I hate that you have never given Alyssa a chance and that you don’t see the amazing woman that I do. She didn’t push me to propose – I did it because I wanted to – and there is now way I am too good for her, if anything it is the other way around.” Cameron took a breath before continuing, “You need to accept that I love her and plan to marry her, whether you are there or not.”

“Are you threatening me?” his mother asked in shock.

“Not threatening you, Mm, just making sure you know that you cannot dictate the type of wedding I should have, and that if you can’t respect our choices, perhaps it is best if you don’t attend,” and he wasn’t just saying it to be dramatic.

Cameron had had enough of his mother’s belief she knew what was best for him and that Alyssa wasn’t it. He wasn’t a kid anymore, he would do what he wanted, how he wanted, with whom he wanted. He didn’t even grace her with another look as he walked from the room, leaving her standing there still gaping at him, no doubt. Fuck it. He hoped Alyssa had made it home already, he desperately needed to see the beautiful woman his mother had never hidden her disapproval of.


“No, no, darling, not an empire line, that cut will make your boobs look far too big,” Lynn chastised and took the beautiful empire cut dress from her hands, placing it back on the rack. “You need something a little more… classic, perhaps a nice A-line dress,” she suggested, picking a dress off the rack. It looked like something a fifty year-old would wear.

“But I like the empire cut and what if I want to emphasise my boobs?” Alyssa said pointedly and her mum cringed.

“Sweetheart, we don’t want you looking like a marshmallow,” her mum scoffed. Take your mum wedding dress shopping with you, they said… it’ll be fun, they said. Yeah right.

“Earth to Alyssa,” her mum’s voice was unbearably high pitched in that moment.

“What were you saying?” Alyssa was almost afraid to ask.

“How long do you want the train to be? And what about the veil? There is something so beautiful about a long train and veil!” her mum said enthusiastically.

“I was thinking more knee length, vintage, lace, pretty and understated,” Alyssa said, bracing herself for her mum’s reaction.

“For the veil?” her mum asked hopefully and Alyssa shook her head.

“No mum, for the dress,” Alyssa replied, her mum’s face dropped. She looked horrified!

“Knee length? Are you kidding? You’re getting married, not going to your high school prom!” her mum’s voice was almost a snarl.

“I don’t want anything fancy mum, I want something that is nice and simple, hell maybe even something I can dye a bit later and wear to some fancy event,” Alyssa said with a smile, thinking about her dream wedding dress.

“Absolutely not!” her mum exclaimed and pulled her toward the over-the-top ‘poufy’ dresses.

Alyssa screwed her face up as her mum went to great effort to take a full-skirted lace and chiffon dress off the rack. “I thought you didn’t want me looking like a marshmallow!” she joked but her mum didn’t look amused.

“I want you to look beautiful on your big day, that’s all,” her mum sighed. “Speaking of that, I thought after this we could go to the hairdresser and have a look at some hairstyles, you can never be too prepared!” she said with a smile.

“Uh, I’m not having a hairstyle per se, you know how much Cameron loves my hair down, I figured I’d just do it in a plait the night beforehand so I can wear my hair out and it will be nice and wavy,” Alyssa told her mum, gritting her teeth when Lynn frowned.

“You might as well just get married in your bloody bedroom right after you wake up one morning!” her mum said sounding exasperated.

“You can fawn all over Taylor when she gets married, she loves big stupid wedding dresses and stupid fancy hair styles, but not me mum, I want to feel like me when I get married, not some fraud straight out of a bloody wedding magazine!” Alyssa said loudly, feeling frustrated that her mum just didn’t get it.

Her little outburst earnt her a disapproving look from the owner of the dress shop. She was over it. “I am going mum,” she announced, standing up and putting her hands on her hips.

“You can’t! We need to find a dress!” her mum pleaded.

“No. I want to get a dress that I want, not one that you want and that is going to be near impossible with you here, so I am going home and I am going to look for a dress by myself, or maybe I’ll take Zoe with me. Yes, I think I will do that actually. Zoe understands me,” Alyssa said firmly and almost laughed at the look on her mothers face when she mentioned Zoe.

“That woman… you… Alyssa, you know how I feel about that,” her mum’s voice was shaking as she said it.

“Yep, you think two women having sex is the biggest crime in the world,” Alyssa said loudly. Her mum went bright red.

“How do you think Cameron would feel if he knew you were gallivanting with that woman?” her mum asked and Alyssa laughed.

“He would probably encourage us to go into a sex shop and buy some very slutty lingerie to wear the next time we have a gang bang,” Alyssa couldn’t help herself and the look on her mum’s face was priceless. It was fun winding her up.

A little teaser – Alyssa & Cameron



I began writing this story a couple of months ago when I had a dream and became inspired.  I then became inspired to write something else and the story of Alyssa and Cameron was put on the backburner.  Because I have another two-ish months until university goes back I thought I would spend some time this summer moving along my works that seem to have stalled.  One of those stories will be the story of Alyssa and Cameron, and I thought that I would share a sexy little excerpt as a way to motivate myself to add to it!

In short the story is about Alyssa and Cameron who decide to run off to Rarotonga to get married after their mothers push just that little bit too far.  Alyssa’s mum doesn’t agree with anything she likes – dresses, hairstyles, flowers, colour themes – while Cameron’s mother plain and simple doesn’t like Alyssa, believing that her darling son is far too good for ‘someone like him’.  So off to Raro they go with their three best friends in tow… best friends who just happen to be in a polyamorous relationship.  I won’t spoil the story any further, but you get the gist of it!

The scene in the following excerpt happens toward the start of the story after Alyssa and Cameron have had particularly unpleasant wedding-related visits with their mums.  It is after this scene they decide to have a relaxed island wedding without any family present.



Alyssa felt some of her anger melt away when she saw Cameron’s car was in their driveway. She was curious about why his mum had asked him over, but in that moment she couldn’t really give a damn; she needed to wrap her arms around his waist, she needed to feel his arms locked around her back, she needed to rest her head against his chest and inhale the heavenly scent of her fiancé, then she had some major venting to do. They had only been engaged for a month and she hated to think how much worse her mum would become as she ‘helped’ plan the wedding.

Opening the front door, Alyssa frowned when she heard the music Cameron was listening to. Silverchair. It was his angry music, and she hated to think what his mum had done to put him in a mood that required Silverchair. She walked into the lounge and found Cameron on the couch with an empty beer bottle beside him, another sign that he was officially pissed off.

Rather than sitting on the couch beside him, Alyssa straddled his thighs and put her arms around his neck. They sighed in unison and when she felt Cameron’s hand’s move under her t-shirt and up her back she could feel the tension in his hands. She opened her mouth to ask what had happened with his mum but when she felt her bra come undone she giggled, even more so when her t-shirt came off seconds later. Cameron looked up at her and she could see the anger in his eyes, but there was also an undeniable look of hunger, a look she returned in kind.

He pressed his lips to the crook of her neck and she tilted her head to the side to give him better access, whimpering quietly as he began kissing a trail up toward her jaw. While he was focusing on her neck, Alyssa moved her hands to the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up – hating the brief stoppage in kissing as she moved it up and over his head – dropping it on the floor behind them. The feel of his bare chest against her bare skin sent a surge of desire coursing through her body, that desire increasing when she felt his hands on her ass.

“Went well with your mum then?” Alyssa asked breathlessly as Cameron continued his assault on her neck.

“Oh fabulous, she had another go at me about the church thing,” Cameron said against the sensitive skin of her neck.

“How fun for you,” Alyssa said sarcastically and moved her hands to the back of his neck.

“Oh it was the most fun I’ve had in a long time,” Cameron said and then groaned as she started raking her nails up and down the back of his neck.

“I bet I had more fun,” Alyssa informed him, biting back a moan as he pulled down on her hips and a certain hardness encased in trackpants became evident, pressing against the flimsy fabric of her skirt and panties.

“Oh really?” Cameron asked and began nipping at her earlobe.

“Oh yeah, mum told me that-” her words interrupted by a moan as he began tugging on her earlobe, “told me that my boobs would look enormous in the style of dress I want and that-” another moan caused by Cameron stroking the side of one of her boobs replaced the rest of her sentence.

“What if I want my bride’s boobs to look enormous?” Cameron asked seriously and snuck a hand in between their chests so he could gently rub one of her nipples.

“Then I told her I want a knee length dress and she told me it wasn’t a high school prom,” Alyssa continued, her breathing shaky as Cameron’s fingertips teased her nipple.

“Such a wedding dress sin!” Cameron whispered huskily against her ear, sending a shudder rippling through her body.

“Then I told her I didn’t plan to have a fancy hairstyle and she suggested I just get married in the bedroom after I get out of bed,” Alyssa told him, finding it hard to concentrate as he moved from rubbing the nipple to lightly squeezing it.

“Mmm we could just get married in bed,” Cameron joked and squeezed her nipple a little harder, causing her to press her hips into him.

“And then we can have sex the moment we are announced as husband as wife,” Alyssa said finding it hard to concentrate on speaking as her nipple was squeezed even tighter between his fingertips.

“Straight on to the honeymoon, I like that,” Cameron chuckled, his voice still with that sexy husky quality to it.

“Won’t even need a dress that way,” Alyssa joked.

“You, me, naked… what could be better?” Cameron posed as he pulled her down at the hips again with his spare hand.

“You,” Alyssa began and kissed him hungrily, “me,” she continued, swiping the tip of her tongue against his, “naked,” she continued still and began to move her hips against his in tight circles, “your cock inside me,” she finished, moaning as he squeezed her nipple tightly then dipped his head down, eliciting a groan from her when he captured the nipple between his lips.

Alyssa moved her hands to his shoulders and dug her nails into the soft skin, bucking her hips against him when he suddenly began to squeeze the other nipple while continuing to suck on the one in his mouth. As he sucked one nipple harder, he squeezed the other one more tightly between his fingers; all the while her panties were becoming increasingly damp. The four layers of clothing separating his cock from her pussy seemed like far too many and she couldn’t stop her hands from moving between them and pulling at the waistband of his trackies.

Cameron managed to push himself up far enough to free his cock from the confines of his pants and boxers but, before he had time to do the same to her, Alyssa moved back a little and wrapped her hand around his hard length. She smiled as he groaned loudly and arced his hips forward, effectively pressing more of his cock into her fist. His eyes lolled as she started to move her hand up and down his cock, his grunts and groans making her pussy ache as her own need for him became too much and she released his cock from her fist.

Cameron looked at her pleadingly, biting his lip when she moved her hand between her legs and pulled her panties to the side. She shuffled forward to close the gap between them and lowered herself down until she felt the hot tip of his cock pressing against her hole.

“My cock inside you like this?” Cameron asked, the word ‘this’ coinciding with him pulling her down at the hips and his cock hitting deep inside her.

“Oh god yes,” Alyssa groaned as her hips instinctively began moving against his.

Cameron kept a firm grasp on her hips and as he pulled her down again they both moaned loudly, his cock moving deeper and hitting some magical spot. Alyssa moved her hips hard and fast, she knew neither of them wanted the sex to be slow and ‘nice’, even if they did she doubted it would have been a possibility.

When they began kissing what Alyssa felt only intensified, the feeling of his tongue swiping against her own seemed to hit her right in the clit, making her throb and swell around him. Her fingers had never really released their grip on his shoulders and for a brief moment she was worried she may be hurting him; without realising she started to dig her nails in even deeper and the loud, guttural groan he made when she did this suggested it was pain he welcomed.

His fingers were gripping her hips in the way she loved – it made her feel as if he wanted and needed her, like he didn’t want to let her go – it was weird the places the mind went during sex. Those fingers of his dug in some more when he pulled her down again and as she began to grind her hips harder against his she couldn’t contain the need to cry out loudly, to let the world know just how fucking good he felt inside her.

Alyssa hoped the windows were still closed because her cries were coming in a long continuous stream, growing louder and more high-pitched as her orgasm approached. It started in her belly and seemed to spread throughout her entire body. Holding onto his shoulders was no longer enough and as she wrapped her arms around his neck Alyssa heard a husky groan from Cameron, then felt one of his hands following her hip around and down the curve of her ass.

The anticipation of what he was about to do to her was almost enough to make her cum – and she had a feeling that was his aim – he knew her body far too well. His hand continued drifting inward and when he reached her crack she groaned loudly as his finger ran slowly down toward her butt hole. She was finding it hard to catch her breath and as he pressed the pad of his index finger against the tight hole she felt explosion after explosion inside her pussy, all leading up to what she knew was going to be one hell of an orgasm.

Cameron increased the pressure of his finger against her ‘other hole’ as she referred to it (because there was no sexy way to say ‘asshole’) and though she tried to resist the urge she began bucking her hips wildly against him, screaming as her orgasm continued to build. She was caught between wanting to keep her orgasm at bay and wanting to unleash it; it felt too good to want it to be over already but at the same time it felt too good to not allow herself to experience it.

Then she felt the pressure she had been waiting for as the tip of Cameron’s finger pressed inside her ass, and she came undone around him, screaming as her orgasm hit and tore through her body. Wave after wave after wave came and went, she was rigid against Cameron and was pressing so hard against him her hip began to cramp. She started to come down just in time and it was then she became aware that Cameron was in the midst of his own orgasm, a loud strangled groan filled the air and she could feel his cock throbbing inside her.

He was still pressing firmly into her when she collapsed against his chest, his cock twitching as his own orgasm came to an end.

And then they were still and mostly silent, the only noise coming in the form of exhausted gasps for air. Alyssa was slumped against him and had he wanted her to move he would have been out of luck; she couldn’t move, even breathing was a challenge. Her bones had turned to jelly, her muscles to water.

It was only when she felt Cameron’s cock slip out of her pussy that Alyssa moved her head so she could look at him. They gave one another a sleepy smile and when she yawned he laughed quietly.

“Should we go to bed,” Cameron suggested and Alyssa nodded against his shoulder.

“Need to be naked,” Alyssa yawned.

“Me too,” Cameron replied, kissing her on the cheek.

“Can’t move,” Alyssa declared and Cameron tightened his arms around her.

“Let’s just stay here,” Cameron conceded but Alyssa shook her head and somehow found the energy to move off him and stand up. She held her hand out to Cameron and helped him to a standing position.

“I need to be naked with you,” Alyssa explained and led him toward their bedroom.