Normal? What’s that again?


This is an excerpty thingy from something I’m writing at the moment.  After her sister Anita dies unexpectedly, Carla gains custody of her young nephew, Riley.  All of this happens at the same time Andy – her soulmate – enters her life.

Life as she knows it disappears and she tries to get used to the new normal… until an innocent conversation with her best friend, and Andy’s sister leads her to a realisation that will turn her life upside down again.


Work dragged and by the time she finished at 1pm, Carla felt as if she’d been there for 18 hours instead of five; then again, that had been her life lately. Being a parent to Riley was a lot more draining that she cared to admit. It felt as if she was always on the go and didn’t get a chance to sit down and relax properly.

She needed to catch up on sleep and start taking better care of herself. She hadn’t been near the gym since Riley came into her care, and had had no desire to eat healthy. Fried food held more appeal to her than it ever had and she hated having to set a good example for Riley, when all she wanted was a big ass cheeseburger, or fries with mayonnaise for dinner.

Andy told her she was getting sexier by the day, but Carla felt frumpy. Bloated and frumpy. It was definitely time to do something about it, she owed it to Andy and Riley, but more than that she owed it to herself.

She picked up Cassie and Riley and they went straight to the mall, where Ava was waiting for them on a bench outside the big department store.

“Oh my god your belly is getting so cute!” Carla grinned at her best friend and gave her belly a rub.
“I can’t wait until I look pregnant, not just fat,” Ava rolled her eyes.
“Oh trust me, you look pregnant, not fat,” Carla reassured her.
“I’ll swap with you,” Cassie joked and Ava nodded in agreement.
“Yes! Perfect, I want a belly just like yours.”
“What about the baby girl that won’t let you sleep more than an hour at night because she thinks your bladder is a play thing.”
“Oh I have a feeling I’m not too far away from that stage myself,” Ava replied and the two pregnant women laughed.
“Gotta be worth it at the end, right?” Cassie said, absentmindedly rubbing her belly.
“I’m sure it will be,” Ava replied.

Cassie looked unsure about it and Carla’s heart went out to her. She couldn’t imagine how hard it would be, being pregnant at such a young age. Regardless of the support Cassie had, it still had to be an extremely daunting prospect for her, to be bringing up a baby – on her own – when she should have been enjoying some of the most carefree days of her life.

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Goddess or vixen? Andy can’t decide which…

I’ve been continuing with the story of Carla and Andy this week, the story is flowing quite easily, which is always nice!  Before I begin working on another WIP, I thought I would post one of the more recent scenes I’ve written.

Carla and Andy are meant to meet friends at 6pm, but sexual frustration is reaching its peak and when he sees Carla in her new dress, Andy decides they can do with being a little late to meet Ava and Connor.  They have a more pressing matter to see too.



The kiss was soft and brief, but sent prickles of excitement throughout her body. Learning from the previous time, they didn’t take things any further, but for the rest of the time they were in the pool at least one part of their body was touching at all times, a promise of sorts, of what was to come.

When Andy gently pressed his lips against her neck Carla knew she had to get out of the pool and away from the almost-naked man. Having him close to naked was too much for her. The temptation to touch his flesh was increasing with each brush of his lips against her neck and she was struggling to keep from moaning.

“When we get back to your house I plan to get you very naked,” Andy whispered, continuing “and then I am going to touch you all over until you are begging for more.”

“What will I be begging for?” Carla asked, pretending to be clueless.

“To have me nice and deep inside that extremely wet pussy of yours,” Andy replied, nipping at her earlobe.

“Oh, that sounds fun,” Carla replied quietly, her hands moving to his hips and softly stroking just above the waistband of his shorts.

“Oh, I think it would be fun,” Andy agreed, his tongue grazing up the crook of her neck, causing her breath to hitch. “I could pin you down and fuck you so hard and fast that you’d cum before you could even register what’s happening,” he added, the picture it painted in her mind requiring her to bite down on her lip so she wouldn’t moan out loud. “Or perhaps I could tease you, going hard and fast, then slow and gentle, over and over, you’d cum so hard you would probably pass out.”

Carla gripped onto the waistband of his boardshorts and gave him a heated look.

“Perhaps I could just fuck you right here,” he suggested and Carla bit his neck, harder than intended – but it was that or cry out and beg him to start fucking her – not a good option with his sister nearby.

“We should probably get going, we have to meet Ava and Connor soon,” Carla insisted, hoping her voice sounded normal. Her body sure as hell didn’t.

Her pussy was throbbing, she couldn’t unclench her fists, her thighs were tight and her breathing was fast and shallow. No man had ever had such an effect on her, not through the use of his words. Carla wanted everything he had suggested, she wanted him to take her hard and fast, to be slow and gentle, to tease her and take her right to the brink. She needed his cock, desperately, and thought it was likely she’d internally combust if she didn’t feel his hard length nestled deep inside, and soon.

The plan to get back to her house in time to have much needed sex before going to meet Ava and Connor, was foiled by his mother’s insistence they stay for a coffee, claiming she felt bad she’d had such a long nap when they had been there especially to see her. How could they even think of declining?

When they had had a drink with Jill and were finally ready to leave they went to say goodbye to Cassie and found her in the kitchen, crying. Through sobs she told them she was all out of berries, bananas and yogurt, meaning she couldn’t make the smoothie she so badly craved. Andy, being the good big brother he was, took a hormonal and pregnant Cassie to the supermarket and bought her enough fruit and yogurt to keep her craving in check for another few days.

Finally they left and by the time they got back to her house it was 5.15. In 35 minutes they would need to leave to meet Ava and Connor, essentially not leaving them enough time for the type of lengthy sex they so badly needed.

Andy couldn’t stop apologising but Carla told him to stop being silly. She didn’t really mind that they wouldn’t be able to have sex for another few hours, reminding him that anticipation always made sex more exciting anyway.

She didn’t, however, turn down the opportunity to have a shower with him and got more than a little carried away. Carla was surprised they exhibited enough restraint to get out of the shower without having sex, especially considering their wet and steamy exploration of each other had left her feeling even hornier than before the shower.

While Andy got dressed, Carla dried off in the ensuite so she could do her hair and makeup before putting her dress on. She smiled at her reflection in the floor length mirror, the red dress accentuated her curves, the new bra did wonderous things for her cleavage – even she thought she looked sexy – and that was saying something. Before leaving the ensuite, she took a deep nervous breath.

What if Andy thought she looked too dressed up? They were going out for dinner afterward, but still… perhaps she should change? She decided to let Andy be the judge – if he liked it she would stay as she was – if not, she’d resort to one of her tried and true simple black dresses.

Timidly, she stepped from the ensuite into the bedroom and smiled nervously at Andy. All he could do was stare at her and Carla made the decision there and then that she would change into something less sexy. She knew she looked ridiculous, and the look on Andy’s face was all the confirmation she needed. What was it her mother always said? Mutton dressed as lamb?

“Text Ava and tell her we’ll be late,” Andy instructed, handing her her cellphone. “There is something I need to do.”

Without waiting for an explanation Carla texted Ava, surprised to find a text from her friend received a few minutes earlier, saying she and Connor were going to be a little late as well.

“They’re going to be la-” Carla was cut off by Andy’s lips against hers, in a kiss so intense her knees really did start to buckle.

Andy caught her at the same time her knees gave way, picking her up with his hands under her ass, so her legs were around his waist. He walked toward the wall and pressed her against it, letting out a flustered groan as he pinned her against the wall and managed to undo, and push his jeans and boxers down to mid-thigh.

“You look far too good to keep my hands off you,” Andy said simply, as he moved a hand between her legs and pulled the crotch of her new panties to the side. “I need to be inside you,” he declared and at the same time pressed the head of his cock against her hole and swiftly pushed inside her.

Carla moaned loudly, overwhelmed by his apparent inability to wait any longer. Andy’s groan was one of relief, pleasure and need; as he began moving against her she put her arms around his neck, his breath against her sensitive skin making her moan louder.

The anticipation that had been building all day left Carla without a doubt that the sex would be furious and over with quickly. The force with which Andy was slamming into her made her a little concerned they would break the wall, but it felt so damn amazing there was no way she’d be suggesting they move to a less breakable locale.

Every thrust was causing the pressure inside her pussy to continuously build, until she knew she was teetering on the edge of what would be a very loud, almost violent orgasm. Andy’s grunts became deeper and Carla tightened her arms around his neck, bracing herself; she could feel his cock lurching against the walls of her cunt and as his grunts became even louder and deeper, she knew he too was on the brink.

“Harder,” Carla gasped breathlessly and Andy quickly complied, three powerful thrusts all it took to send them both over the edge. She wasn’t sure who came louder, but by the time she came down, her throat was raw and her ears were ringing.

Andy staggered backwards and carefully fell back on the bed. Carla felt dizzy, but more than that she felt sated. Completely and utterly, blissfully sated.

“Hope I didn’t get your dress messy,” Andy chuckled as Carla rolled off him and onto her back. She laughed.

“Worth it even if you did,” Carla replied, moving into the crook of his arm and exhaling deeply before adding, “besides, that’s why washing machines were invented.”

“I just couldn’t help myself, you came out in that dress looking like some sort of goddess-slash-vixen, I can’t decide which, and all I knew was I had to be inside you as soon as humanly possible,” Andy told her.

“I hope that isn’t an apology, because I needed it so badly and I’m glad you couldn’t control yourself!” Carla informed him and he smiled sweetly at her.

“That’s okay then, I was worried that perhaps you would think it was inappropriate or something, you know, just ravaging you like that.” Andy sounded relieved and perhaps a tad vulnerable. Carla kissed him on the cheek.
“If I thought any of that, I’d have said so,” Carla assured him then sat up and smiled sadly at him. “We should probably head off soon.”

A couple of minutes later Carla went into the ensuite and cleaned up, glad to find no evidence of their spontaneous against-the-wall sex on her dress. When Andy had done similar cleaning up (the not-so-sexy aspect of sex) they walked hand in hand out to his car and shared a lengthy kiss that quickly became too heated, and made her consider cancelling on Ava.

She couldn’t do that to her best friend though. As she pulled away from Andy it took all her strength to walk to the passenger’s side of the car and climb in. It took even more strength to keep her hands to herself on the journey to Coopers.

The night wouldn’t be over fast enough.

Carla and Andy resist temptation

1338562010889_3575994One of the most recent posts on my blog is about Carla and Andy, and what happens when they give into temptation. Before that happens (on what is their second date) they have another close run in with temptation, but manage to resist… no matter how hard it (and other things…) is.

I’m about to go and catch up on Justified, so I won’t bore y’all too much with a big long spiel about the story.  All you really need to know is that the following excerpt happens after their first date (dinner at the beach, which is interrupted by a family emergency), when Andy takes Carla home after dealing to the little family emergency.


Conversation was non-existant the rest of the way to her house and she expected it would be a quick dump and run; instead Andy got out of the car and walked her to the front door, then accepted her polite, slightly nervous offer of a drink.

Carla led him inside and he followed her through to the kitchen where she poured two glasses of pulpy orange juice. It impressed her that he said no to the offer of a beer or something stronger, and told her even coffee would be a bad idea in the state he was in. She had almost forgotten about his mum and wished there was something she could do to help him. Perhaps if they had known each other better she could have done something, but they were still essentially strangers and she felt lost.

When they sat down on the couch a look of utter exhaustion settled on Andy’s face and again she wished there was something she could do for him. She finished her drink and stood up.

“I’m going to get another drink, do you want one?” Carla asked and Andy shook his head.

“No, but you can come here… if you want,” Andy surprised her by taking her hand and pulling her toward him

Their eyes locked, the connection only deepening as she put her glass down on the table and allowed Andy to pull her onto his lap. The closest they had come to any intimate contact until that point was him briefly putting his hand on the small of her back up at the hospital and she was terrified. In a good way.

Rather than kissing her like was anticipating, Andy wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him, sighing as he buried his face in her neck. He was tense and she knew it was from the shock of finding out about his mum and the stress related to that. She didn’t even need to think about it as she moved her hands to the back of his neck and began softly stroking his skin with her fingertips. Bit by bit she could feel the tension dissolving but decided against stopping.

Finally she had found the little thing she could do to help him; she might not have been a miracle worker, able to magically fix his mum’s leg, but she could comfort him. It was better than nothing.

For at least ten minutes they stayed as they were, her straddling him, his arms around her waist, face against her neck, her fingers ghosting over his neck. Then she felt fingers moving beneath the hem of her shirt and things changed.

Though his fingers were only resting lightly against her skin the sensation was more one of being scorched. All she could feel were his fingers above the waistband of her skirt, slowly spanning more of the area until eventually his hands were spread over her lower back. His face was still buried in her neck and it was impossible not to pay attention to the way his breath felt against her skin. It was even more impossible when she felt a feather-light graze of his lips against her collarbone.

Carla whimpered quietly as Andy dotted kisses along her collarbone, biting back a moan when she felt the tip of his tongue against the crook of her neck. Her neck, it was one of her major hot spots as far as sex went and she wasn’t ready for the influx of pleasurable sensations it caused. Without any conscious thought, Carla started rocking her hips back and forth, knowing as she did that it was a bad, bad idea… it was near impossible for her to stop those hips of hers once they had started.

Twelve hours after meeting the man she was straddling him, rubbing against his stiffening cock with her panties becoming increasingly damp. They hadn’t even kissed yet. She needed to remedy that so, cupping his face in her hands, she pressed her lips against his. Their lips parted at the same time and as their tongues touched for the first time the moan that had been building up inside her finally broke free.

The moan resulted in Andy’s hands moving to her hips and pulling her down meaning the friction on her clit increased and in turn so did the dampness level of her panties. Carla moaned against his mouth again and was overcome by a hunger she hadn’t expected to feel. Her pussy was clenching tightly, her clit was throbbing, there was only one way her pussy would be soothed and that was to have his cock inside her; something she wasn’t mentally ready for.

“We need to stop,” Carla whispered and felt Andy relinquishing his grip on her hips.

“We do,” Andy agreed, his voicy shaking, the look on his face one of disappointment and frustration.

“It’s not that I want to,” she started, forcing herself to stop the movement of her hips, “but I don’t have condoms and after what happened with your mum tonight you are probably in shock and I don’t want either of us to wake up tomorrow wishing we had waited,” she hoped she at least sounded convincing, she didn’t feel it.

“And I need to go home to Cass, I would hate our first time to be a wham-bam with me leaving five minutes later,” he added, giving her a smile that almost triggered her hips to start moving again.

Knowing the only way to ensure nothing happened was to extract herself from his lap she did just that and instantly missed the feeling of his hardness pressing against her. Andy gave her a flustered smile and chuckled.

“This is worse than being a bloody teenager,” he commented and Carla nodded her head in agreement.

“A lot worse,” she corrected him and felt her breath hitch when he put a hand on her thigh.

“How about we have a redo of this date on Friday night, we can go to the beach for pizza again, and then perhaps see where the night leads us,” he suggested and you didn’t have to be a mind-reader to understand what he was suggesting. Let’s go out… then let’s fuck.

“Sounds good,” she confirmed and began blushing, “uh, in the interest of being responsible and all, if I happened to go to the supermarket and purchase a packet of condoms beforehand, that would be a wise idea, right?” she asked.

“It would be um, very advisable,” he winked at her. “I may or may not have been thinking about doing the same thing myself.”

“Can it be Friday already?” she asked, biting her lip when his hand began travelling up toward the juncture of her thighs.

“If I don’t stand up and leave right now, I don’t think I will be able to wait until Friday, so I’m going to stand up and leave, then try to keep my mind off Friday long enough to drive home.” He stood up and they both laughed. Her brain was screaming ‘let him go you stupid bitch‘, certain other parts of her body were screaming ‘drag him to the bedroom, tear off his clothes and impale yourself on that steel rod in his pants‘.

“You better go while you can,” she said and gently pushed him.

Obviously understanding the seriousness of the situation Andy headed toward the front door and she followed him, enjoying the from-behind view as much as she’d enjoyed the from-in-front view. Andy opened the door and turned to her, she stepped into him and squealed as he put his arms around her waist, lifted her off the ground and kissed her.

“Thanks for a fun albeit weird night,” Andy said putting her back on the ground but keeping his arms around her waist.

“I had fun,” Carla told him, “minus the stuff with your mum of course, I hope she recovers quickly,” she added.

“She will, she’s tough,” he replied and a look of disappointment passed between them as he moved his arms from around her waist. “I will text you when I have spoken to the doctor tomorrow,” he offered and Carla nodded.

“I would like that, I hope Cassie is okay as well.” She knew he was worried about his sister and felt guilty for keeping him for so long when she knew his sister was home alone and probably needing her big brother.

“So do I,” he looked worried and her heart broke for him.

“You better get home to her,” she said and he kissed her briefly.

“I’ll see you on Friday,” he promised.

“I’m looking forward to it,” she told him and watched as he turned and walked down the steps toward his car.

He waved as he got in the car and started it up, she had to bite her tongue the entire time for fear she would call out to him and suggest perhaps he should stay after all, or that she should go with him.

Sometimes being a responsible adult sucked.


When temptation becomes too much


Last week I posted a flash fiction-esque scene featuring Carla and Andy.  Originally the scene was going to be all there was to the story, but after posting it I began thinking more about the characters and naturally a story began building in my mind.  I had to abandon what I was working on at the time in order to get this new story out of my system… I hoped it would fizzle out and I could just leave it at the one scene I originally posted, but I am now 15,000 words into it (not counting the 1500 or so I posted last week).  I guess it’s not going to fizzle out after all.

I won’t go too much into the background, in fact, I won’t go into it at all.  Instead I will just post the damn excerpt!


For the next three hours they went through the same routine; eating, followed by talking, laughing and a lot of kissing, followed by playful splashing around in the water and some slightly-inappropriate touching out a bit deeper.

It was fine when the touching wasn’t directly skin-to-skin, but around nine o’clock Carla made the mistake of snaking her hand in his boardshorts and taking his cock firmly in her hand.

Something snapped in her then – she needed his cock – needed wasn’t even the right word for it, it was essential, necessary, imperative. She thought back to her favourite Reese Carter book, in which one of the characters refers to herself as being ‘cock hungry’ and that was exactly how she felt as she massaged the tip of Andy’s cock with her thumb. The sexy little whimpers he was making were spurring her on and when he gasped “Stop!” in her ear, she reluctantly did as he asked.

“How about we get home, I need you, badly, so so badly, so badly I might potentially explode at any minute,” Andy sounded panicked and Carla bit her lip and nodded.

“Please, I’m… well… let’s just go, please, get me home and… gah, let’s just go before I explode as well,” Carla replied.

They quickly walked toward the shore, not bothering to give his cock time to settle down – they were the only people on the beach – so neither really cared. Andy reached the blanket and lay down on his back, it was obvious he was doing so to get his breath back, but the sight was too inviting and instead of waiting for him to get up she straddled him.

Andy smirked at her as he pulled her down and she started moving her hips, wishing like hell they had a condom with them. Getting home seemed almost impossible and she began contemplating the idea of condomless sex. Irresponsible, yes, but she was on the pill and could always get the morning after pill. STI’s were mostly treatable, right?

“Dammit,” Carla groaned and gave him a frustrated look. “Being a responsible adult fucking sucks.”

“It does,” Andy agreed and even though he obviously knew what she was referring to, he put his hands on her hips and pulled her down so they were pressed even more firmly together.

“God I wish we had a condom.” She was so horny she wasn’t even embarrassed by her declaration.

“Well we kind of do.” He shocked her with his reply.

“What?” she asked loudly, trying to tame her excitement.

“I got some at the supermarket before I picked you up, in case we ended up not back at your house tonight, might have put one in my wallet,” he informed her and Carla kissed him greedily.

“Where is your wallet?” she asked while at the same time kissing him.

“Jeans pocket,” he replied, against her mouth.

Carla broke off the kiss to reach over and pick up his jeans which she was just able to grasp with her finger tips. She took his wallet and quickly found the condom, casting the wallet and jeans aside the moment it was in her hands.

“You sure?” Andy asked seriously.

“More than sure,” Carla replied, just as seriously.

“I thought you’d want our first time to be in a bed,” he joked and Carla shrugged.

“The second time can be in a bed,” she replied, hoping like hell there would be a second time.

“And just how do you propose we have sex right here on the beach without getting caught?” he asked and Carla winked at him as she leaned over and picked up her dress which was beside his jeans. She pulled it on and organised the skirt so it it was spread around her covering his thighs and belly. “That is how,” she said proudly and Andy laughed, moving his hands up her thighs, fumbling with the ties of her bikini bottom until both came undone.

“Oh no, your bikini has come undone.” He attempted innocence but failed.

“Oh no,” she sighed as she raised herself up slightly and pulled the unwanted piece of material from between her legs, dropping it on the blanket beside them. Her hands moved straight to his board shorts and she made quick work of the drawstring. When it was completely undone she feigned shock, “Uh oh, now your shorts are undone.”

“Whatever will we do?” he continued their little game as Carla undid the foil packet containing the condom and he raised his hips slightly to push his shorts down just far enough.

“I have no idea,” she sighed dramatically, trying to appear calm as she rolled the condom down his rigid length, her pussy clenching as she was finally able to visually appreciate his cock. And a glorious cock it was!

“Could always, I dunno,” he started as she moved her hips and lined herself up with his penis, “maybe, you know, do-” he continued with a blissful smile as she took the very tip of his cock inside her hole, “this,” he said emphatically as he pulled her down and she was finally impaled on his cock.

Carla placed a hand on either side of Andy’s head and began kissing him, finally able to unleash the hunger that had been building deep inside since Tuesday morning. Andy held her hips tightly, something about the pain caused by his fingers made her rock even harder against him and when the primal instinct to moan struck, she buried her face in his neck and bit down on his shoulder. She didn’t mean to bite, she had never really been much of a biter (more of a bite-ee) but when it came to Andy, it seemed she was no longer in control of her own responses.

Not that Andy was being gentle. As well as holding her hips extremely tightly, everytime she thrust her hips forward he would pull her down at the same time meaning his cock was making double the impact on the back of her pussy. The harder she rode him the harder he was pulling her down and the more she had to fight the urge to cry out and let the world know precisely how good his cock felt filling her pussy.

Andy’s grunts were quiet and deep, and seemed to resonate throughout her body. Every time he made a noise her pussy would grip his cock tightly; she had never reacted so strongly to a noise during sex and wondered what would happen when they could be as loud as they wanted.

As her orgasm began to build Carla hooked her feet under Andy’s knees, the added resistance meaning she could ride him harder. He began pulling her down even harder with each forward thrust of her hips and when her pussy began tightening around him she found the rest of her body went tense; Andy must have noticed as well because he made one final effort to pull her down harder, the forceful impact of his cock inside her pussy finally sending her right over the edge, causing her to scream into his neck as wave after wave pulsed through her body.

Even though her orgasm had sapped most of the energy from her body Carla kept moving her hips, her body being bombarded by aftershocks as Andy continued pulling her down, faster and faster, until his body went rigid beneath her and he let out a long, strangled groan as his climax hit.

His hands slipped from her hips and Carla cautiously moved off him, collapsing onto the blanket in a breathless heap. Beside her Andy rolled onto his side and she gathered he was removing the condom. Having sex on the beach might have been as skanky as hell, but at least they had used protection!

When he was finished he rolled over so he was facing her and in the moonlight she could see him smiling at her. She smiled back and let out a happy sigh when he moved even closer and put an arm protectively around her.

“You okay?” Andy whispered and kissed her on the forehead.

“Very okay,” Carla replied, smiling softly when he kissed the tip of her nose.

“I am glad,” he replied, his voice still very quiet, as if speaking any louder would be inappropriate.

“I hope you didn’t think I was too pushy,” she felt embarrassed about how eager she had been to have sex with him; people always spoke about women feeling pressured into sex, but she knew it could also be the other way round.

“If I had my way we would have still been at your house and had sex about 10 times over by now,” he commented and Carla didn’t think he was joking.

“Something kinda nice about being outside with the moon and all,” she said, hoping she wasn’t coming on too strong.

“It’s romantic,” he agreed and that made her smile.

“It’s hard to think of it any other way-” she responded, the rest of her sentence cut off by a deliciously soft, slow kiss.

Things started getting heated again and when Andy suggested they head back to her house she agreed it was a good idea. Having sex on the beach once was risky enough, but twice, that was just asking to get caught!

Both were in understandably good spirits as they packed up and walked back to Andy’s car. The anticipation between them was building again and Carla couldn’t wait to get home so she could be naked with Andy. It was one thing to have sex for the first time, but she was dying to be naked with him, to explore his body with her fingers and hands, to take a closer look at the tattoos adorning his skin.


Hard, fast, & rough – just the way they like it


You know that feeling when you’re just about asleep and you get a brilliant idea.  The idea is so brilliant you are suddenly wide awake and your brain is all ‘OMG THIS IS BRILLIANT!  YOU ARE FANTASTIC!  YOU MUST THINK ABOUT THIS FOR HOURS!  WHO NEEDS SLEEP? SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK!‘… and you just have to do something about it; that or not sleep at all.

That was me last night, well, this morning.  1.54am I got out of bed, sighing and frowning, thinking about the stupid words that were forming in my head, the story that was writing itself and just begging to be given my full and undivided attention.  To begin with I thought I’d get up briefly, write a couple of sentences in my notebook and go back to bed.  But no.  My brain had other ideas.

I sat down in front of the computer, opened up a blank word document and let my fingers do the talking writing.

The following is what I came up with.  I have no idea if there will be more – if I will get to explore Carla & Andy further – but at least I got it out of my system and eventually managed a few hours sleep!



Carla smiled sleepily at the feeling of lips pressing against her neck. Predictably she had fallen asleep but as promised, Andy was waking her up so they could see in the New Year together.

“Happy 2015,” Andy proclaimed quietly while at the same time prying her legs apart and gently running a finger up and down her slit which was still wet from the sex that sent her to sleep in the first place.

“Happy 2015,” Carla replied, spreading her legs further upon the welcome intrusion of two of Andy’s fingers inside her pussy.

“Told you I’d wake you up,” he reminded her and even in the dark she could tell he had a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

“I didn’t expect anything less from you,” she informed him and a smirk spread across her own face as she wrapped her hand around his cock and squeezed tightly.

“I was hoping I’d be inside you before you woke up,” he said, his voice a half groan as she again gripped his cock tightly in her fist.

“Should have moved faster then,” she said innocently, grinning into the dark when, as expected, he moved on top of her.

“Like this?” he asked just as innocently while plunging inside her and making her moan loudly.

“Like that,” she gasped when her body had recovered from the initial shock of him suddenly being inside her.

Andy reared up and plunged into her again, causing her to moan louder and dig her fingernails into his shoulders. Beneath her fingers she could feel the slightly raised areas of skin covered by one of his many tattoos, and something about that turned her on even more. Continue reading

My Sexy Saturday, week 74

Welcome to the first My Sexy Saturday for 2015!  For those of you who aren’t familiar, My Sexy Saturday is a blog hop which gives writers of erotica a chance to share 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from a published or unpublished work.

The theme this week is – fittingly – Our Sexy New Year, and I have opted to share 7 sentences… these 7 sentences aren’t even 12 hours old.  At almost 2am this morning I felt compelled to haul myself out of my nice warm bed and way from my nice warm wife to write.  It wouldn’t wait until a more Bree-friendly hour.  When inspiration strikes you have to go with it, right?




“Happy 2015,” Andy proclaimed quietly while at the same time prying her legs apart and gently running a finger up and down her slit which was still wet from the sex that sent her to sleep in the first place.

“Happy 2015,” Carla replied, spreading her legs further upon the welcome intrusion of two of Josh’s fingers inside her pussy.

“Told you I’d wake you up,” he reminded her and even in the dark she could tell he had a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

“I didn’t expect anything less from you,” she informed him and a smirk spread across her own face as she wrapped her hand around his cock and squeezed tightly.

“I was hoping I’d be inside you before you woke up,” he said, his voice a half groan as she again gripped his cock tightly in her fist.

“Should have moved faster then,” she said innocently, grinning into the dark when, as expected, he moved on top of her.

“Like this?” he asked just as innocently while plunging inside her and making her moan loudly.


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