The accidental orgasm

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There is a particular story I have been writing for well over a year now.  It won’t get published, no one else will probably read it in its entirety but my wife… but it is one I can’t stop writing.  I guess I have a bond with the four characters and I need their story to be finished – for myself – more than anything!

…. if you want to skip straight to the good stuff, feel free!

… if not, read on!

The story revolves around two couples – Jenna & Lucas, and India & James – both couples are expecting a baby (or in the case of India & James, twins), but their backstories couldn’t be more different.  Jenna and Lucas have been together for years and are expecting a baby after the heartbreaking loss of their first baby five years earlier, while  India and James have only been together a couple of months when they find out they are expecting twins.  Both couples have their own hurdles to overcome… but of course they do just that, and live happily ever after.

(I like happily ever afters, so sue me!)

This excerpt is from India & James side of the story.  As a little background, India was put on strict bedrest a couple of months prior to this scene.  One of the restrictions was that she wasn’t allowed to have sex, or to orgasm, needless to say they are both very sexually frustrated and have reached breaking point.  To give India a break, James books two nights in a hotel (with the midwife’s approval!)… this scene takes place when they arrive at the hotel.

(I know pregnancy erotica isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but I also know other posts of mine including pregnancy sex have been very popular)

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By the time they got to the hotel it felt as if they were in another city, both were relaxed and James could tell India was happier than she had been since going on bedrest. She was even happier when they found their room had a waterfront view and a large patio with loungers for them to blob out on.

“I love you,” India sighed happily as they lay down on the large king size bed.

“I love you more,” James replied and kissed her softly.

James was surprised by the hunger with which India returned his kiss, her tongue tangling with his, moaning softly as she dug her fingers into his side. Before he knew what was happening India moved a hand between them and slipped it inside his shorts and boxers. Her palm was hot against his cock and he knew they were playing a very dangerous game, it would be a major battle to stop themselves before they got too carried away.

But he didn’t want to stop, and he knew she didn’t either. One of them was going to have to be the strong one and he hoped they could stop themselves before it was too late. It was as if they had no control over what they were doing, like their instincts had taken over… or perhaps they had both finally reached the limit of what they could handle.

They were quickly undressed and touching each other in a way they hadn’t for a long time. James very carefully pressed his fingers inside India, making sure he didn’t go too deep – but it was a huge mistake – a huge mistake that made his cock throb and his body tense up as he fought the urge to plunge deep inside her. India hit his hand away and he was glad one of them had the sense to stop things, that was until India slowly got to her hands and knees, and straddled him. His cock was sandwiched against her pussy, her wetness drenching him, causing his cock to pulsate more insistently. Continue reading

My Sexy Saturday, week 73

Welcome to the final My Sexy Saturday before Christmas!  For those of you who aren’t familiar with the MSS concept, it is a blog hop which gives authors of erotica a chance to share 7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs from one of their works (published or not), based on a particular theme each week.

For week 73 the theme is ‘A Sexy Sleigh Ride’ and because I don’t have a sleigh ride in any of my stories (hey, maybe I should incorporate one!) I have settled for India and James and a sexy little moment they share in the car.

The following scene happens while they are spending Christmas with his family.  After being used to having a rather loud and not-restricted-to-the-bedroom sex life they are dying for some time alone… when his sister needs someone to go to the supermarket they see their opportunity.  On the way to the supermarket they stop in a secluded rest area off the road and have some much needed loud sex; when they get home they can’t resist the opportunity to have sex one last time in the relative solitude of their car…

(This is a WIP and will probably never really be finished, but they are characters I love and I can’t help but share them!)

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James turned off the car and when he turned to face India it was impossible not to notice the hunger in her eyes. It was more than enough to convince him another little romp in the car was necessary and when he pushed his seat back India almost leapt over the center console and onto his lap. He pushed his pants and boxers down far enough and she licked her lips then hesitated and frowned.

“Uh, this bra only came with one condom,” India informed him and he gave her a cheeky grin.

“If you can lean over and open the glovebox I think you’ll find we are in luck,” James suggested and when India opened the glovebox she laughed and took out the box of condoms he had put in there earlier.

“Always thinking ahead, that’s what I love about you,” India said with a wink as she opened the box and tore one of the condoms off.

“Always thinking about my head.. that’s what I love about you,” James joked and India shook her head.

“Jameson – it is my job to make the terrible jokes – not yours,” India exclaimed as she squeezed the tip of his cock. “But yes, I am always thinking about your head,” she confirmed with a cheeky grin and he groaned quietly as she squeezed him harder.

India made quick work of the condom and the moment it was securely in place he pulled her down on top of him. As they had done at the picnic area only an hour earlier, they had very fast sneaky sex, resulting in them both feeling like 16 year-olds as they clung to each other post-orgasm.

After removing the condom from his cock India settled back on his lap so they could make the most of their last few minutes of alone time. They began kissing and it didn’t take long before his hands strayed from where they were resting on her hips to rubbing her nipples through her top. India began to move her hips against him again.

He knew he would need more recovery time but didn’t want that to stop India from having more fun so moved a hand between them and delighted in her whimper when his fingers came in contact with her wetness.

As he pushed two fingers inside her she cried out against his neck and began to move her hips against his hand. It only took a couple of minutes before India was panting against his neck as her pussy clenched tightly around his fingers. He could feel her clit pulsating beneath his thumb and when he felt her orgasm starting to hit, pushed his fingers as deep inside her as he could, resulting in a loud cry from India as she bucked her hips and then collapsed against him. James kissed her softly on the cheek and stroked the back of her neck. He was about to suggest they go inside and head to bed when there was a loud pounding on the driver’s side window.

“Bloody hell Jameson! I thought I’d caught you in a steamy-windowed car for the last time when you were seventeen, but look at you, carrying on like horny teenagers!” his dad exclaimed and James cringed then opened the door a little.

“Neighbours don’t need to know that dad! Sorry, we have been missing our alone time and thought we’d have a sneaky little kiss in the car,” James explained and his dad laughed.

“Why do you think me and your mother went away for a few hours?” his dad asked and he could feel India giggling against him.

“Too much info, old man…” James said and his dad chuckled.

“Sorry I saw the car out here and you hadn’t come in and I thought I’d check everything was okay, obviously that was a mistake,” his dad explained.

“We’ll be in in a minute,” James told him and his dad laughed as he turned around and headed back inside.

“Busted,” India declared.

“Thank god he didn’t come out a minute earlier,” James sighed and India nodded.

“That would have been awkward,” India agreed.

“Come on you insatiable hussy, lets get inside and go to bed…” James offered.

“Okay you insatiable man hussy,” India retorted with a smirk as she climbed off him and they got out of the car.

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My Sexy Saturday, week 72

Welcome to another My Sexy Saturday!  I cannot believe there are only two more Saturday’s left in 2014… I am sure the years are going faster and faster.  Please say it isn’t just me?!

Those of you who aren’t familiar with the My Sexy Saturday blog hop, it gives writers a chance to share their ‘sexy 7’ – seven words, sentences or paragraphs – based on a particular theme each week; the excerpts can be from published works or works in progress.

The theme for week 72 is ‘A Sexy Morning’ and while I had a lot of excerpts that could have worked for this, I chose one that starts out sexy but ends with some unfinished business.  An important part of my writing is that I like to write about real life. Not everything is smooth-sailing for my characters… they are afflicted by the same problems as the rest of us, tiredness, sickness, interruptions, timing being off.  They always get there in the end though!

India and James are set to partake in some nice slow morning sex – they get halfway there – but then real life happens and they are interrupted….

I hope you all enjoy xxx

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James smiled when he woke up and found India gazing intently at him. She immediately moved in closer and kissed him with more hunger than he’d expected for that time of the morning and wondered just how long she’d been awake. It was impossible not to respond and as he slid his hand up her thigh she shuddered and let out a breathy sigh, thrusting her hips against him when his hand passed over her bottom. James chuckled quietly as she pushed him onto his back and straddled him; he was about to mention condoms when India sneakily pulled one out from underneath her pillow.

“I thought we may need this when you woke up,” India explained and he grinned at her.

“Oh we will certainly need that,” James replied with a wink as India moved down his thighs a little and put the condom on his standing-to-attention cock.

India shuffled back up so she was straddling him at the hips and wasted no time in sliding down his length, letting out a deep, shaky breath as she took a moment to enjoy the feeling of him inside her. She leaned forward and put her hands either side of his head and began to rock her hips slowly while they kissed tenderly, his hands resting on her hips. India moved her legs apart slightly and sunk deeper onto his cock; he could tell she was fighting the urge to cry out, an urge he was also trying to resist. Perhaps sex in his sister’s house wasn’t such a fabulous idea, not if it meant they had to be so uncharacteristically silent.

Even with the barrier of a condom between them, India’s pussy felt amazing around his cock and the more she moved against him, the more he had to fight the innate need to vocalise just how good it felt. His eyes were closed and he was concentrating on how good she felt when he felt something against his arm. A chubby little hand. India stopped moving and uttered ‘oh fuck‘.

“Uncle James are you getting up soon?” Holly asked and James gasped.

“Shit, Holly, how did you get in there?” James asked and Holly frowned at him.

“Who is the lady in the pretty nighty?” Holly enquired and India looked at him with panic in her eyes.

“Holly, the lady in the very pretty nighty is India, she is my girlfriend and she is going to spend Christmas with us,” James informed her and Holly smiled at India.

“Hello, my name is Holly and I’m four,” Holly said introducing herself. India giggled.

“Hi Holly, my name is India and I’m almost thirty,” India replied in kind.

“Can I see your pretty nighty?” Holly asked and James chuckled.

“Holly, it’s a magic nighty that only I’m allowed to look at… if anyone else looks at it, they turn into a frog,” James told her managing to keep a straight face.

Holly screamed and ran from the room. James hadn’t expected that reaction from her. India climbed off and kissed him.

“I guess we’ll wait until tonight… or until we’re alone at some stage,” India said through giggles and James nodded.

“I think that’s probably for the bes-” James started but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Jameson, why is Holly crying and asking me if she’s turned into a frog yet?” Lily called and James rolled his eyes.

“Sorry, I’ll fix it… she kind of walked in on…. well… you know….” James called back and Lily laughed.

“Yeap you are going to fix it and answer any associated questions… now hurry up and get out of bed you lazy sod, your niece needs to be consoled. I hope you remembered her present by the way!” Lily called back and James groaned. He had forgotten that he promised to bring back a special present for Holly.

“Don’t get your granny panties in a twist, I will get up and save the day,” James called and India looked at him sternly.

“Come on Uncle James, sounds like we have some making up to do,” India said getting out of bed, taking off the skimpy nightgown that had gotten him in so much trouble She may have replaced it with with a t-shirt and trackies but to him she looked just as enticing.

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When my own writing makes me cry…

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It is always a weird feeling when I read back over something I have written and find myself crying for the characters.  I had no idea that reading my own writing could have this effect – it seems stupid – I wrote it, after all, therefore I know what is coming.  But still I find myself crying when I read particular scenes involving particular characters.

Most of the time the characters in mention are Jenna and Lucas, a couple in one of my neverending WIPs, who have experienced the heartache of losing a child.  Their whole storyline resonates with me, I guess because I have experienced pregnancy losses (though none in the way Jenna and Lucas have) and to an extent the emotions I put into the story and based on my own experiences.  I cry when reading back over the story of Jenna’s second trimester miscarriage, but equally I cry when I read about Jenna finding out she is pregnant again, when I read about their wedding, when I read about other touching moments they share as a couple.

I have just written the birth of their son, Theo, and now I find myself crying again.  My characters all seem real to me, I feel as if I know them personally, but it is especially the case when it comes to Jenna and Lucas.  I can’t quite explain why, but I feel emotionally invested in the lives of these two fictional characters.

I am used to reading a story not written by me and developing similar feelings about characters but I wasn’t prepared to feel that way about characters of my own creation.  Perhaps their storyline (and therefore they, as characters) feel more realistic to me because I know couples who been through what they have gone through… family members and some of my best friends have experienced the heartbreak that comes with the loss of a child.  As my wife says, it is the club no one wants to be a part of, but sadly, so many are.

I am sure that in the near future I will share the scene I have just written, but in the meantime I will post a link to the story of Jenna and Lucas and their precious angel Sasha.

Losing Sasha *trigger warning*

*as I mentioned the above story is about second trimester miscarriage and could be potentially triggering, especially to those who have experienced a similar loss

My Sexy Saturday, week 67

Welcome to week 67 of My Sexy Saturday, a blog hop giving writers of erotica an opportunity to share 7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs of their work.

Each week is based on a different theme and this week it is ‘A Sexy First’.  For my contribution I have decided to share James and India’s first time having sex in their new house…

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When she came out a minute later James lost any ability to control himself. He had been expecting something fancy, lace, satin, bows, maybe stockings and heels to finish off the delectable ensemble. He was very wrong though. The third item of lingerie was a sheer long sleeve black babydoll which didn’t have straps or lacy cups to hide her boobs, instead it had a single ribbon which tied just below her breasts. Her nipples were easily seen through the sheer fabric, hard and pointy, just calling to be licked, sucked, rubbed, tweaked and squeezed. In comparison to the other two pieces of lingerie it was relatively plain, but bloody hell it got his blood pumping – straight to his cock.

He tore his eyes from the heart attack inducing sight and as he watched India walking toward him he was afraid he might cum before she even reached the bed. Her boobs were jiggling slightly and had a hypnotic effect on him; as if on autopilot he pulled the blankets off him, exposing his cock to his very impressed looking audience of one. It was hard to breathe when India carefully straddled him at the hips and he feared he may pass out from a lack of oxygen. The raging throb in his cock increased as he felt India’s pussy graze against the tip of his cock and though it (literally) pained him to do so he stopped himself from pulling her down on him, taking time to kiss the sexy woman perched on his cock.

India moaned against his mouth as they began kissing and he was glad she was as turned on as he was, it would have been a shame if he came after a minute or two and she wasn’t even close to reaching her peak. Aware he wouldn’t be able to maintain his restraint for much longer James broke off the kiss and pulled her forward, capturing one very hard nipple between his lips. India cried out in anguish as he gently sucked on and then licked her nipple, the layer of sheer fabric between his tongue and her nipple obviously providing a little added friction against her nipple.

The weight of her breast against his mouth had the effect it always did, a wild hunger began rising up inside him. He began to suck her nipple harder and harder, his fingers digging into her hips, his own hips instinctively arching upward, as if his cock was trying to find her wet, tight opening all by itself. He needed her pussy, he needed her wetness, her swollen warmth and it was with a flustered groan he quickly switched nipples, wanting to hold out as long as he could before finally pulling her down around him. He was losing the battle and began pulling at the other nipple while sucking extremely hard on the one in his mouth until – without realising – he was biting it.

India was moaning and crying out in pleasure as he tortured and tormented her nipple and he could feel her body trembling beneath his touch. James managed to remove his hand from India’s other nipple and moved it between them so he could undo the bow which held the babydoll together below her breasts. He moved the fabric apart and groaned with delight as he finally felt her bare nipple against his tongue.

At the same time India slid down his cock, her pussy juices coated his hardness and almost instantly the hot, slick wetness caused a deep, almost painful throb in his cock. He tried to keep it at bay but India began moving her hips hard and fast against him and he knew he was fighting a losing battle. He pulled her down tightly at the hips and started to almost growl as he felt his orgasm building. India had already started screaming and in a case of deliciously perfectly timing they came together

Loud groans and screams filled their room as he pulled her down and pushed into her so hard she wasn’t able to move her hips. Her pussy was tightly strangling his cock and each tight contraction around him prolonged his orgasm. Wave after wave they rode until finally their orgasms subsided.

My Sexy Saturday, week 60

After taking a few weeks off (okay… forgetting to sign up!) I am back with another My Sexy Saturday post!  For those of you who don’t know, My Sexy Saturday is a bloghop which gives writers an opportunity to share 7 words, sentences or paragraphs based on a specific theme each week.

This weeks theme is ‘Our Sexy Romance’, and the excerpt I am sharing is from one of my (many) unnamed WIP.  It features Jenna and Lucas who are (in this excerpt) on their annual New Years getaway.  Jenna has recently found out she is pregnant and this has caused her and Lucas to re-evaluate their lives and their relationship… including their ideas about marriage.  Well, for Lucas anyway.

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“I love you,” Lucas whispered, smiling softly at Jenna.

“I love you too,” Jenna replied contently.

“I know things have been hard for us at times, but I think the fact we are both sitting here like this tonight shows how strong we are and how strong our love is,” Lucas told her, his voice surprisingly full of conviction and emotion.

“Things have been amazing and things have been hard… but we’ve always had our love and I think that is what has gotten us through,” Jenna agreed, wondering what had caused Lucas to open up in such a way.

“All I know is that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, raising our children, enjoying our grandchildren and our great grandchildren… and I would really love if you would marry me,” Lucas announced and moved his hands out from underneath the blanket that was over them.

In his hands was a red ring case which he opened and presented her with. Inside was a gorgeous ring – the type she had always dreamed of – three perfect round diamonds set in a plain white gold band; it was beautiful and she probably couldn’t have picked a more perfect ring herself.

My Sexy Saturday, week 49

Welcome back for another My Sexy Saturday!

If you aren’t familiar with My Sexy Saturday, it is a blog hop which gives writers the chance to share 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from a published work, or a work in progress, based on a specific sexy theme each week.

The theme for week 49 is ‘One Sexy Lady’, and my ‘sexy 7’ are from a WIP which I have used a few times now for this blog hop.

The sexy lady in question is the beautiful Jenna.  Her and her partner, Lucas, experienced the loss of their baby girl 14 weeks into pregnancy, a couple of weeks after Jenna lost both of her parents in a tragic car accident (which her sister blamed her for).  As the story develops we get to see Jenna developing, becoming stronger, becoming happier, we get to see her healing, we get to see her overcoming what life has thrown at her, we get to see her relationship with Lucas go from strength to strength.

In my sexy 7 for this week, Jenna is pregnant again, her and Lucas have bought a house and are days away from getting married.  Life is wonderful, but as you can see in the following excerpt, being happy in her life has the potential to make Jenna miss her precious Sasha and her parents even more.

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“I’m sorry darling, this must be such a bittersweet time for you,” Josephine said and Jenna nodded, her lip trembling.

“It’s… it’s so hard to… I just… my parents should be here…” Jenna sobbed.

“My mum wasn’t around when I was pregnant, or when I got married, so I understand what it is you are going through,” Josephine reassured her. “And you are allowed to be upset about it,” she added, wrapping her arms tightly around her grandsons wife-to-be.

“I feel lucky to have you, to have India, even my sister now that we are talking, but… I just miss them Josie, I miss them so damn much,” Jenna cried, trying to compose herself, but failing.

For the next twenty minutes Jenna cried in  Josephine’s arms and missed her parents more than she had missed them in a long time. She wished she could be sharing her baby moving with them, she wished they could be getting excited about her wedding with her, instead she was trying to ignore the fact it was almost five years since they had died.