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.

Introducing Tom & Maria

As I tweeted a couple of days ago, I have spent FAR too much time studenting (totally a word) lately; because of this writing has become almost non-existant.  I had to do something about that.

So I did.  The characters of Tom and Maria introduced themselves to me and suggested I write about them… I now give to you, a little snippet of their story.




“God I have missed you,” Tom exclaimed the second she entered the hotel room; she didn’t even have a chance to reply in kind before he had her pressed against the wall and was kissing her hungrily.

The hunger wasn’t one sided by any means. All Maria had been able to think about since she had kissed him goodbye a week earlier was being back in his arms, his lips against hers, naked flesh writhing against naked flesh.

Even as they kissed, clothes were being shed; Tom’s t-shirt came off quickly, as did her shirt – she had purposely worn a wraparound shirt that tied at the back – a floaty skirt that Tom took no time pulling down over her hips, letting it drop to the floor so she could step out of it. Panties? Who needed panties, they only got in the way, especially when time wasn’t a luxury they had. Maria didn’t even have time to move onto the task of helping Tom out of his trackpants, apparently it was far more important for him to drop to his knees in front of her, move her leg over his shoulder and lap greedily at her cunt.

Tom would have quite happily made her cum as they were, but Maria needed more than his skillful tongue against her clit – she needed his cock – and she needed it badly. She tugged gently on his hair and quickly he moved to his feet, grinning at her in that sexy way of his, lips wet with her juices, fire in his eyes.

“Can I get you anything?” Tom asked, managing to sound serious as he pressed her back up against the wall and captured her mouth with his for a brief kiss. At tasting herself on his lips, Maria whimpered and then pushed him back.

“What you can do for me,” Maria informed him, pushing him back again, “is to free that cock of yours.” She pushed him back one final time and he fell back on the bed, looking innocently at her.

“And then what?”

Maria hooked her fingers in the waistband of his trackpants which were riding enticingly low around his hips, and began pulling them down, groaning when his cock sprang free. She quickly pulled them the rest of the way off and threw them behind her. “Then,” she said quietly, locking eyes with him as she approached and began crawling up his legs. “I want-” she stopped when the tip of his cock grazed against her hole. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and guided the top inch of him inside her, struggling to maintain composure as she felt the delicious stretch of her hole around his tip.

“You want what?” Tom was putting on an Oscar winning performance, his face was full of innocence, even though she could feel his cock throbbing against her.

“I want y-” she made a sound that was part cry, part growl, part moan as he swiftly pulled her down at the hips, his cock making unbelievably hard contact with the back of the pussy.

“That?” Tom’s voice was slightly strained, but at the same time, he sounded victorious.

“Fuck!” was all she could manage to blurt out as her hips began moving naturally against him and much needed sensations began to wash over her body.

A week. In technical terms it wasn’t a long period of time – a very short one in fact – but the more time she spent with Tom, the longer each week they were apart became. That comparatively small period of time had become painful and Maria wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep it up; it was time to either publicly ‘come out’, or to end what they had. Ending it wasn’t really an option, both of them had acknowledged that, but at the same time, making their relationship public would cause a whole lot of drama.

Disappearing for secret weekends together had been fun in the beginning – necessary even – but now the novelty had worn off and it was starting to take its toll. Pity, it was fun pretending they were the only ones in the world!

Luckily it was hard to concentrate on those thoughts for too long, what with Tom working his usual magic. Sex with him had quickly become mind-blowing and addictive. She hadn’t really been able to pinpoint what it was that made sex with him so different, and could only put it down to the fact their bodies were made to join together. Every veiny ridge of his cock rubbed against spots inside her she, prior to him, hadn’t known even existed.

No matter what position they were in, she was soon crying out and trying to keep her orgasm from hitting. Positions that had done nothing for her in the past soon became positions that did everything for her, acts that she had had no interest in before Tom had become a regular part of their sex life; she could only imagine how much better it would be when they were no longer restricted to two nights together a week.

She was snapped from her thoughts as quickly as she’d entertained them, when she felt tight pressure on one of her nipples, tight pressure that quickly became painful, and then morphed into an intense type of pleasure. Nipple clamps, where the hell had he been hiding those?!

Maria started to grind her hips harder against Tom, being careful not to move her upper body as he attached the second nipple clamp to the other nipple. Immediately the signals from her nipples to her clit doubled; not only was the friction of her clit rubbing against his pubic bone bringing her closer to orgasm, now she had the nipple clamps and each time Tom lightly flicked the tip of her nipples it was as if a large electric shock of sexual pleasure was coursing directly to her clit. Over and over he tormented the tips of her nipples, alternating between flicking and rubbing. Just when she thought she was used to it Tom began to tug on the metal chain that connected the clamps to each other; the pressure on and the pulling of her nipples only increased that shock of pleasure being sent to her clit and soon she was gasping for breath.

Her orgasm, she could feel it sitting just below the surface, simmering away; she knew any moment it was going to hit. Tom pulled her down with one hand while he continued tugging on the chain, the tugging motion becoming increasingly harder and causing the level of pleasure to sky rocket. It was no longer just hitting her in her clit, she could feel the sensations spreading through her hips and abdomen, down into her thighs and up her spine.

For two seconds she felt guilty for not doing anything special to make the sex just as spectacular for Tom, but the look on his face told her she was doing plenty… that while every tug on her nipples made her pussy clench and squeeze, it was his cock being clenched and squeezed by the powerful internal contractions.

Maria experienced a weird feeling of being in limbo, of being as aroused as she possibly could be while awaiting her orgasm. It always made her feel odd, physically, she loved the crazy levels of pleasure Tom caused within her, but after a while that pleasure almost became uncomfortable, as if there was too much pressure and she’d reached the limit of what she could handle, with the only relief coming in the form of an orgasm. Not just any orgasm though, an orgasm that would inevitably rock her to the core and leave her feeling shattered, in the very, very best of ways.

Tom, the exceptionally talented lover that he was, always seemed to be able to tell when she reached that point of limbo, and was a master at pushing her as far as she could go without the good frustration becoming bad frustration. He knew just how to push her over the metaphorical edge and more than that, he knew exactly how she needed to be brought to orgasm, whether it was hard and deep strokes, hard and slow strokes, extra clitoral stimulation, or something else… each orgasm he gave her always surpassed the one prior.

That afternoon was no different; the second he squeezed tightly on her nipples her orgasm tore through her, wave after wave of pleasurable heat coursing through her pussy and spreading to the rest of her body. It was the type of orgasm that caused her to scream in a very unladylike manner, it was the type of scream that came from somewhere primal, somewhere raw and animalistic, somewhere… somewhere only Tom could expose.

Everything was tight and full of pressure… until there was nothing. She floated down blissfully on a cloud of white light, of nothingness, unsure whether she was even conscious or not. The onset of sharp aftershocks caused by intense contact against the back of her pussy announced that Tom had cum, the aftershocks shooting through her flesh, causing jerky little spasms along the way.

Maria was aware of the strong plane of his chest pressing against hers and of his arms wrapping around her; she sighed happily as he held her close, still feeling as if she was floating on that little cloud of white light. She felt wet and sticky – particularly between her legs – but she didn’t care because she was well and truly in her happy place. Tom. He was her happy place.