{Alessandra & Xavier} Stolen moments in the dark

Now that I’m back to being Bree, I decided it was only right to share some of what I’ve been writing recently.  As is so often the case with me, this story involves pregnancy… of the very unexpected type.

Times three.

I will share more of the background of the actual story in another post, but for now, I officially introduce you to Alessandra and Xavier.



Holding her breath, Alessandra lay perfectly still. It was 3.23am and she’d awoken but the lack of cries coming through the baby monitor suggested she’d woken of her own accord. Another minute passed without the slightest sound from Sloane’s room and Alessandra deemed it safe to try and get back to sleep.

She rolled in toward Xavier and rested her hand on his belly, giggling quietly to herself when he let out a mumbled sigh of pleasure. Absentmindedly she began stroking her fingers back and forth along the trail of hair beneath his belly button, and found that rather than become sleepy, she only seemed to wake more.

No thought went into it as she moved her hand lower, another unconscious sigh of pleasure escaping from Xavier as her fingertips brushed against the base of his penis.

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Red & Black ball pt. 2

…  and here is part two!  I hope you’re enjoying the story so far.

Did you miss the lead up?  Catch up on part one right here!


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“That was close” Giovanna giggled as she and Dylan walked from the ballroom and down the hall toward the little group of offices in the function centre her parents owned.
“You talking about your mum, or the fact I almost came in my pants?” Dylan joked.
“Both,” Giovanna replied, taking the keys from her handbag and unlocking the door to office 4c.
“You are a wicked, wicked woman,” Dylan growled as she pushed the door open, and pulled him inside.
“And it’s why you love me,” Giovanna said with a wink. Dylan nodded in agreement.

After double-checking the door was locked Giovanna dropped her handbag and stalked toward Dylan.

“Now then, sir, I believe we have some business to attend to,” Giovanna purred taking the suit jacket from his hand and placing it on the empty desk.
“I think you’re right,” Dylan groaned as she undid his pants and pushed them down.

The couch they were standing in front of would be the perfect place for her to ride him, Giovanna thought as she dropped to her knees and began slowly peeling his boxers down. Why not take the time to tease him some more?

She could push him back onto the couch and use her hand, she thought. Yes, and then she could prolong it by straddling him and sandwiching his cock against her slit. Only when his cock was coated in her juices would she finally relent and give him what he wanted. Needed. Continue reading

After work delight

957db02a29d1d5587f530709b90bbabfPatience. It had never been Giovanna’s strong suit, especially not when it came to having her craving for sex satisfied. That day was no different, particularly after Dylan’s lunch time text.

While on her lunch break – a whole six hours earlier – Dylan had sent her a text ‘better get your ass home quickly tonight… may have potentially watched one of our little home movies… very horny now, dying to feel you all hot and swollen while I slam into that delicious pussy of yours‘. Needless to say, reading his text had caused a giant throb deep inside her vagina, a throb that had grown in intensity throughout the rest of her work day.

It hadn’t help at all when, on her afternoon tea break, she’d received another message from Dylan – a picture message this time – of his enticingly hard cock. The image had caused her to whimper and a tight feeling to develop in her clitoris. She had quickly replied to his message telling him he was evil and that she couldn’t wait to get home to him.

As as a final little tease she had gone into the bathroom and, in the privacy of one of the stalls, managed to snap a photo, showing Dylan the effect his words – and dick pic – had had on her cunt.

It had been extremely hard to not touch herself more than necessary in the bathroom. The way she was feeling, she probably would have only had to rub her clit for a minute before reaching climax. A silent orgasm was so unrewarding though; she knew it would be much better if, when she finally came, it was because of what Dylan was doing to her body, not what she was doing to her own. Continue reading

’tis the season… to escape family (and have sex)


It was incredible really, the immense weight she felt lifting off her shoulders as she let herself inside Grayson’s house. The two had been friends for years – friends with certain benefits – and she never realised just how badly she needed to make the most of those ‘benefits’ until the time arrived for them to make good on said benefits.

“Honey, I’m hoooo- oooooome!” Scarlett called, walking toward the lounge where she knew she’d find him, lying on the couch watching some form of sport on TV.
“Took your time,” Grayson called back as Scarlett entered the lounge and found him exactly where she knew he’d be, doing exactly what she knew he’d be doing. She rolled her eyes
“You are so predictable,” Scarlett sighed, watching him stand up.
He shrugged and grinned at her. “I would hate to let you down.”
“Oh, but didn’t you know? I’m the person who lets people down,” Scarlett said and exhaled loudly as Grayson wrapped his arms around her.
“Your parents obviously are obviously just as predictable as I am.”
“I had been there about five minutes before they began telling me all about Louisa’s new job, and the new house, and new car, and the holiday she and Mark took to Switzerland, and the bi-”

Before she could continue on her unplanned, yet not unexpected rant, Grayson silenced her with a kiss that made her instantly forget the hell that had been the first day with her parents. Scarlett wrapped her arms around his neck and the kiss deepened, their tongues brushing together in a delicate, yet hungry manner. Continue reading

A year on and that chemistry is still fizzing away

hello-im-back… and I have some new characters to share!

I’m sharing it in two parts because it is a substantial amount of writing and probably easier to digest in two readings… but of course I hope you feel the need to read them one after the other, without time to digest!

I won’t share too much of the back story because it is all included in part 1, but the main characters are Nova, Cohen & Drew… a threesome who once upon a time shared a frisky kiss-and-grope session, but nothing has been said about it since.  That, of course, is about to change.


(and for easy access here is part 2!)



“Are you sure this doesn’t look too trashy?” Caroline asked nervously as she stood looking at her reflection in the full length mirror.
“No, you look gorgeous,” Nova reassured her best friend. “Sexy, but in a sophisticated, tasteful way.”
“You think his grandparents will approve then?”
“Of course they will!”
Caroline smiled nervously at her reflection. “Come on, let’s go have a cuppa and relax for a few minutes.”

Weekends at Caroline’s, it had become the norm. Usually the two would go out clubbing on Friday night with other friends then afterward Nova would crash at Caroline’s because it was within walking distance of all the bars. Saturday was usually spent hungover with neither woman moving too far from the couch. On Sunday they would go for brunch and at some stage in the afternoon Nova would go back to her boring, lonely flat.

“You dicks want something to drink?” Caroline called out to her twin brother, Cohen, and his best friend, Drew.
“Coffee please, one of those yummy freeze dried ones, not the crappy powdery instant you usually give me,” Cohen shouted in reply.
“You’ll have what I give you!” Caroline called back and rolled her eyes at Nova. “What about you Drew?”
“Ummm I will have a cup of coffee please, and I don’t mind the crappy powdery instant, unlike this ungrateful bastard.” came Drew’s voice from the lounge.
Caroline laughed. “How that dude is still single, I don’t know.”
“I guess what that whore Janelle did has probably put him off women forever,” Nova replied.

A year earlier Drew’s girlfriend of four years had left him for his older brother, who he used to be extremely close to. It seemed he was finally moving on with life and was starting to cope with losing his brother from his life, but they all knew it had been harder on him than he let on. Understandably. Continue reading

Temptation {becomes too much} Thursday – Isaac & Grace

(image credit: Photopop)

(image credit: Photopop)

Earlier this week I posted an excerpt in which Isaac and Grace were finding it extremely hard to use restraint on their first date.

Fast forward a few hours and that restraint becomes non-existant.  There is, after all, only so much temptation two people can handle before it becomes far, far too much.


Grace threw her notebook on the coffee table and didn’t even think about it as she straddled Isaac and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands moved to her hips and when they kissed she could feel that familiar, hard bulge in his pants making an appearance. There was a very fine line between maintaining and losing restraint, and the longer they kissed the more blurry that line became. Stopping things before they got too far seemed like a good idea, but so did not stopping things, and really Grace wasn’t sure she could stop, not now.

His hands moved from her hips to her ass and Grace could no longer bite back the moan that had been wanting to come out since they had started kissing. That moan seemed to trigger something in Isaac because he suddenly wrapped his arms around her and seconds later she was lying on the couch with him on top of her.

Ravenously was the only way to describe how they started devouring each other. It was as if they couldn’t get enough of one another and the longer the kissing went on the more frantic it became. She knew she needed to stop right there and then if she had any chance to seeing the second half of the game, but stopping really wasn’t an option. Especially not when she wrapped her legs around Isaac and pulled him against her. Rather than putting a stop to it Grace found the hem of Isaac’s t-shirt and pulled it up, panting when he reared up on his knees and pulled the top up and over his head, dropping it on the floor beside them. Continue reading

Mason’s midnight snack

Putting it simply, it has been far too long since I posted anything substantial on here.  Life is stupidly busy and my fiction writing motivation seems to have been cancelled out by that glorious thing called academic writing.

While I get my butt into gear and write something new, I thought I’d share another excerpt from the Savannah and Mason story; it’s pretty straight forward and doesn’t need an introduction, so I shall leave you to read!



A quick glance at the digital clock on Savannah’s bedside table announced it was 3.42am. Mason yawned and was hit by the realisation he was alone in the bed. Had she left? No, wait, they were at her house, she couldn’t have left. Perhaps she’d gone into a spare bedroom to sleep? Did she already regret what had happened between them?

Needing a drink of water, Mason got out of bed and walked down the hall to the kitchen. The sight that confronted him was one that was both amusing and arousing; Savannah – wearing his t-shirt – was sitting on the island in the middle of the kitchen, devouring a piece of cold pizza. He stood in the doorway watching her for slightly longer than was appropriate, but couldn’t help it, she looked beautiful.

Her hair was a tousled mess, his t-shirt was a few sizes too big for and she was swinging her legs back and forth, somehow managing to hum a tune while eating.

“I hope you’ve left some for me.” Mason startled her and when she was over the shock she held out a piece for him.

“If you hurry up.”

“Really should have eaten more before we went to bed,” he commented and Savannah scoffed.

“Face it, we’re lucky we managed to have a couple of pieces each!”

“You’re probably right,” Mason agreed and she winked at him.

“I am always right!” she said smugly.

“Modest as well,” he teased.

Savannah nodded. “So very modest.”

“You weren’t very modest earlier,” he joked, trying to gauge how she was feeling about the fact that, as strangers, they’d had sex in a public toilet.

“Hey, we didn’t fuck in the open, give me some credit,” she laughed.

They were silent as they ate, but when he’d finished his piece of pizza he decided that rather than worry about how she felt, he’d just flat out ask her.

“When I woke up and you weren’t in bed I thought you must have been having some pretty major regrets and would be curled up in the spare bed, planning on staying there until I scampered away,” Mason said it light-heartedly, but they both knew there was also a large element of seriousness to what he said.

“The only thing I regret,” Savannah started then put her hand around his wrist and pulled him so he was standing right in front of her, before continuing, “is that we didn’t eat more before we went to the bedroom, because then I would still be in bed with you.”

It seemed he had his answer. “As long as you’re sure, because I can bugger off if you want me to.”

“I mean it,” she declared, wrapping her long legs around his waist.

“That’s a dangerous move,” he warned, feeling flustered as she shuffled closer to the edge of the island, bringing his cock into contact with her pussy. Being tall; it was a blessing and a curse.

“What if I like danger?” Savannah cheekily asked and Mason laughed.

“Let me guess, danger is your middle name?” he asked before playfully biting her neck, loving the way she groaned and tightened her grip on his waist.

“Savannah Danger? That’s just silly,” she chastised, giving him another of her smug grins.

Mason wiped that very grin off her face with a passion-fuelled kiss; suddenly the joking atmosphere was gone, replaced by a sexual one, leaving him with no doubt what he had to do the beautiful woman whose legs were still strangling his waist.

He pried her legs from around him and she pouted, and made to get off the counter, but he stopped her. It wasn’t his words that stopped her either, it was the act of him putting a hand on each of her knees and spreading her legs open seconds before dropping to his knees, glad to find that his hunch had been correct; on his knees he was at the perfect height to indulge in a little oral delight.

Savannah whimpered when he spread the swollen lips of her pussy and as he pressed the flat of his tongue against her hole she whimpered again, her legs moving over his shoulders, allowing him closer contact with her wetness.

It was with long, slow laps of his tongue that he began tasting her; she tasted heavenly on his tongue and her scent was intoxicating. Mason inhaled deeply and groaned against her pussy. His cock was responding, pulsating in such a way that made him wonder if perhaps he would cum through the enjoyment of eating her pussy alone.

There was no doubt in his mind Savannah was enjoying what he was doing, her hand was clamped down on the top of his head and she was pulling his mouth against her; not only that, her moans sounded animalistic and raw, the moans of someone who was quickly getting carried away.

Mason moved his hands to her hips and pulled her more firmly against his mouth, the result being loud shrieks from Savannah, loud shrieks and trembling thighs. He could feel the muscles in her body going taut at the same time she fisted his hair in her hands and attempted to pull him closer. The pain caused by her pulling on his hair only spurred him on and he began licking her pussy with more conviction, thrusting his tongue into her hole before licking up to her clit and moving his tongue back and forth.

He quickly learnt Savannah’s reactions were strongest when his tongue was probing at her hole so decided to stop teasing and focus on making her cum.

The loud, long groan she made when he moved his tongue in circles around her swollen hole made his cock lurch and throb to the point of discomfort. As delicious as she tasted, as much fun as he was having tormenting her with his tongue, he needed to feel her cunt gripping at his cock, needed to feel the heat of her encompassing him. More than anything, what he needed was for her come undone around him, for the iron grip of her pussy to trigger yet another explosive orgasm.

Mason’s face was buried in Savannah’s pussy, she was extremely wet against his tongue and that made his need to be inside her even stronger. Her hips began furiously bucking at his face and the loud groany moany screams she was making told him her orgasm was very close to hitting. With one final effort he pulled her against his mouth and pressed his tongue inside her.

Savannah screamed loudly and with his tongue he could feel her pussy spasming wildly as she rode out her orgasm, his head tightly clamped between her thighs.

Then she was still and silent and as Mason resurfaced he could see she was lying back on the counter with a goofy grin.

“I had to do that,” Mason attempted to sound apologetic, but he knew she wasn’t fooled.

“As you can tell I hated it,” Savannah said through laboured breaths.

“I’m going to take you back to bed now,” he informed her and scooped her up from where she was lying. She giggled in his arms.

“Just as well you’re strong enough to carry me, there is no way I could walk,” she commented, her head resting against his shoulder, arms around his neck.