{Flash fiction} Savannah wakes Mason up

What can I say, Savannah is having a cock hungry weekend!
(read about the first part of Savannah’s cock hungry weekend here!)



Savannah dropped the bags of shopping on the table and called out to Mason. “Baby, I’m home.” She expected a reply but the house was silent.

His car was still in the garage so he hadn’t gone out and she wondered where he was. Walking down the hall, she thought she’d find him in their bedroom, but nope, no sexy man to be found there. She went back down the hall and into the lounge, thinking perhaps he was asleep on the couch, but once again, no Mason. The french doors leading out to the backyard were open and stepping outside, Savannah grinned.

There he was. Sound asleep on a towel on the grass, having obviously spent some time in the pool while she was away. It was a stupidly hot day and she wasn’t surprised Mason had taken advantage of the new pool; in fact, she was thinking of doing the same thing. Continue reading

{Flash fiction} Savannah & Mason

After a little exam study this morning, I felt the need to write.  Actually, I felt the urge to write.  It was an urge I haven’t felt in a long time, so I had to embrace it!  This 1885 word flash fiction seemed to write itself, which was another nice feeling. 

While it is a stand alone flash fiction, I borrowed two characters from another of my stories, Savannah and Mason.  I have shared three excerpts from their story, you can find them here, here, and here!

For now though, you can join them in their bedroom…


8a5df5eb5040f9119a8c5507e95238b6Savannah shuddered with excitement when she heard the front door open and close, followed by the metal clang of keys being dropped on the bench. Footfalls grew louder and when the bedroom door opened she forced herself not to turn around; as far as Mason knew, she hadn’t even heard him.

He wasn’t stupid, however. Even though she wasn’t looking at him, she could picture the naughty smirk on his face when the undulating movement of her hips made him realise she was reading something particularly steamy. It wasn’t like she’d planned for him to walk in and find her hot and bothered, lying on their bed in lingerie she’d purchased earlier that day. Nope. Not at all.

Savannah continued her state of faux-oblivion, something that became increasingly tricky when she heard the sound of his t-shirt being pulled up and over his body, before landing lightly on the floor. She then heard the metallic, leathery sound of a belt being undone, followed quickly by two quiet footsteps, indicating his jeans were now off. Another quiet ‘swish’ of fabric against skin caused her thighs to squeeze tightly together; his boxers were off and she knew his cock would already be hard.

It was especially difficult to continue reading her book when Mason straddled her on his hands and knees. Slowly, he crawled up the length of her body, licking and kissing a path up her spine, his lips eventually coming to rest on the base of her neck. He brushed his lips softly against the sensitive skin and Savannah intuitively raised her hips off the bed, pressing her ass against his crotch. Continue reading

Making love by candlelight… or not

I’ve shared some excerpts from the story of Mason and Savannah, but until now candlelight-candles-date-3219-825x550haven’t shared anything about the other two characters in that particular story, Chelsea and Max.

Chelsea and Max have been married for three years and have a six week-old daughter, Seraphina.  After returning from her high school reunion Chelsea has plans for Max, plans including candlelight and soft music – and sex for the first time in about ten weeks.  Those plans quickly fall by the wayside…


To say it was a relief to finally be able to touch Seraphina, was an understatement. The moment she’d walked into her and Max’s bedroom it felt as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Seraphina was fine, she was fine, nothing dreadful had happened in the short time they were apart. When Jude had told her Sera had had a bottle about 15 minutes before they got home, Chelsea was disappointed as she’d been looking forward to getting home and feeding her, but it seemed she’d have to wait. As it was, she had to fight the urge to wake the little one up so she could give her a top up, or a little cuddle at least!

Chelsea walked downstairs as Max was locking the front door after seeing his mum off. That man… she wasn’t sure she would ever come to terms with just how irresistible he was, or exactly why, out of all the women in the world, he had chosen her.

“Cuppa?” Max asked, but Chelsea shook her head as she approached him.
“There is only one thing I want,” Chelsea told him and he smiled as she snaked her arms around his neck.
“And what would that be, Mrs?”
“You, Mr,” Chelsea replied. “To be more specific I want you, naked, in our bed.”
Max groaned as Chelsea kissed him, making sure she pressed her hips against his. “I think that’s a very good idea.”
“It has been six weeks after all,” Chelsea reminded him, moving her arms from around his neck and stepping back half a step so she could dip her fingers in the waistband of his pants.
“The magical six week mark, huh,” Max teased and Chelsea moved her fingers far enough into his pants that she could brush them against the tip of his cock, which had quickly hardened when she had pressed her hips into his.

Chelsea giggled when she felt her dress suddenly loosening, Max making quick work of the zipper at the back. The dress had cost her more than she’d wanted to spend and it seemed almost illegal to leave it in a pile on the floor, but that was exactly what she did, stepping out of it as she undid Max’s belt. The undoing of his belt was quickly followed by the undoing of his pants and the zipper, resulting in his pants joining her dress on the floor. 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.

Mason and Savannah get better acquainted

The last excerpt I posted on my blog was about Savannah and Mason; they met at a concert and not too long after were getting it on in the public toilets at the concert arena.  It wasn’t just a case of ‘wham bam thank you ma’am’, the two then went back to her house under the premise of having dinner…

We join Savannah and Mason in her lounge, eating pizza and having a beer…



“So what do you do for work?” Mason asked.

“I work at PageTurners,” Savannah told him.

“The book store?” he asked and she nodded.

“The one and only.” Savannah waited for him to give her a look that suggested he thought it was a stupid job, but the look never came.

“You obviously enjoy books,” he smiled, looking at the numerous bookcases which filled her lounge room.

“I do,” she replied, adding, “I studied English at university, much to my grandma’s disapproval. She always told me I’d never get a good paying job out of it and of course she was right, but I do okay for myself, and a bookstore is my idea of heaven.”

“Good to do what makes you happy,” he commented and she couldn’t agree more with him.

“So what do you do?” she turned the tables on him.

Mason looked at his watch and gave her a nervous smile. “If you let me turn the TV on, I can show you.”

Savannah handed him the remote and looked curiously at him. “Get onto it, you’ve got me wondering now!”

Mason turned the TV on and flicked to one of the many sport channels. A rugby league game was 20 minutes in and she rolled her eyes.

“If you wanted to watch the game, you could have just said,” Savannah told him and he laughed.

“I don’t need to watch it,” Mason replied.

“Why did you put it on then?” she laughed, noticing the smug look on his face.

“You’ll see,” came his response.

Savannah kept her eyes on the screen, wondering why he wanted to watch a game he’d already seen, more to the point, why it would shed any light on his job.

Suddenly the answer was extremely clear. There, on the field, looking all sweaty and muddy, and just plain ol’ sexy, was Mason.

“You! That’s you!” Savannah exclaimed.

“Guilty as charged,” Mason chuckled.

“You play league?” She did a good job of stating the obvious.

“I do indeed.” He was still chuckling.

“And like, proper league? Like… you get paid to do it? For a proper team?” She must have sounded like a complete idiot!

“Yeah this is my third season,” he replied with a shy smile.

Not only had she met an incredibly attractive man, he was a professional sportsman, the type of man most of her friends fantasised about being with. Of her group of friends she was the only one who didn’t really give a damn about sport, yet there she was, sharing a pizza post sex-in-public with a professional league player.

“You want another beer?” she asked and Mason nodded.


Savannah stood up, stopping when Mason caught her hand.

“Actually, I will give the beer a miss, there is something else I want.” he pulled her gently toward him and seconds later she was straddling his lap.

“Good choice,” she whispered, biting her lip when she felt his hands move to her waist.

Mason pulled her closer and captured her lips with his own. Savannah didn’t hold back and kissed him with the passion that had steadily been building inside her As his hands slowly slid down to her hips and their tongues brushed together, she started moving against him. Between her legs was an unmistakable hardness, causing her to groan against his mouth when she imagined his pants and boxers weren’t between them and his cock could slip inside her.

Her pussy clenched as she remembered how it felt to have Mason’s cock inside her, so thick and hard, striking all the sensitive spots hidden within. There had been so much power behind each of his thrusts and knowing what he did for a living, it made sense. His job required him to be physically big, to be strong, he probably didn’t know how to be anything but powerful!

Mason’s lips moved along her jaw and down her neck until he was lightly biting along her shoulders. Every bite left her feeling increasingly aroused, left her pussy slightly wetter, her frustration level a bit higher. It was impossible not to moan, and when he started biting harder her moans turned into cries which grew louder as he continued teasing her with his teeth.

The feeling of his hands against the bare skin of her back made her whimper with frustration. She needed to be touched properly, she needed to be naked with him, to feel his fingers everywhere, to feel his tongue everywhere, to feel him everywhere.

“If you don’t have another condom in your wallet we should get to my bedroom right now.” Savannah tugged on his earlobe with her teeth when she was done whispering.

Mason didn’t reply. Instead he stood up with her in his arms and started walking toward the lounge door leading to the hallway.

“End of the hall,” Savannah whispered and tugged on his earlobe again, loving the way it caused him to dig his fingers into her ass. Another tug of his earlobe ellicited a groan from him, a groan which triggered a spasm deep inside her cunt and her fingers to dig into the back of his neck.

Finally they made it into her room and as Mason lay Savannah down on the bed a thrill of excitement tore through her. Her legs stayed locked around his waist and when he fell down on top of her she let out a loud moan, the feeling of his body weight making her want him even more.

They kissed hungrily, hands all over each other, hips grinding together, both of them quickly becoming breathless. Savannah didn’t want the kiss to stop, but before things could go any further she needed the condoms out of her bedside cabinet; there was also the small matter of them needing to be naked.

“We can slow down if you want,” Mason whispered, looking into her eyes with caution.

Savannah giggled. “Slowing down is the last thing I want,” she told him, moving her legs so they were around his thighs and arching her hips into him, to prove her point.

“If you change your mind-” she cut Mason off with a deep kiss, her hands slipping inside the back of his jeans, raking her nails up the cheeks of his ass.

Mason made a noise that was caught between a moan and a gasp, causing Savannah to grin against his mouth. He reared up on his knees and she captured the clasp of his belt between her fingers, trying to control herself as she undid it; it was so tempting to undo his pants, take his cock in her hand and give him a handjob, but that wasn’t how she wanted it to be. Not that time anyway!

Pulling down his zipper, Savannah made sure her fingers rubbed teasingly against his cock, earning another moan-gasp from Mason. He pulled his t-shirt off and she had a hard time not gawping at the sight before her. It seemed his tattoos went further than his full sleeves, his chest, belly and one side of his ribs were covered in ink. Had they not been already about to have sex, she was sure she would have torn off her clothes and beg him to fuck her.

Tattoos, one of her major weaknesses when it came to men. Mason seemed to feed a lot of her weaknesses, big arms, big chest, beautiful eyes, devillish grin, and now on top of all that, tattoos adorning most of his body from the waist up.

“You really should get out of those pants,” Savannah suggested when she came out of her little tattoo-induced haze.

“As long as you get out of all of your clothes,” Mason winked as he moved off her and pushed his jeans down, then put a hand on his boxers.

“Let me,” Savannah insisted, sitting up and scrambling to the edge of the bed.

Her fingers curled into the waistband of his boxers and she slowly pulled them down, letting out a happy, yet impatient sigh when his cock was freed. The sight of his cock was a welcome one, but at the same time her desparate need to have him inside her grew even more; patience was a virtue, everyone knew that… it just happened to be a virtue she didn’t have!

Mason stepped out of his boxers but rather than standing up to take her own clothes off, Savannah pulled him forward at the hips until he was close enough she could lick the tip of his cock. The way he shuddered as she licked him again caused her to deviate from her original plan; rather than licking him once or twice on the tip, before moving things along, she began licking the length of his cock before taking him in her mouth and sucking him.

His fingers fisted in her hair and he made no attempt to be silent; the deep groans spurred her on, and as she took more of him in her mouth she wondered if perhaps she would finish him off when he was still in her mouth. She was by no means against blowjobs, in fact, she quite enjoyed giving them, so long as the gesture was reciprocated.

The decision was made for her, however, when Mason pulled back, his cock wet with her saliva, visibly throbbing and lurching.

“I need to get you naked,” he offered as an explanation and pulled her to her feet.

Quickly her skirt pooled at her feet and she knew she could push him down on the bed and have him inside her within a matter of seconds… if it weren’t for the necessity of a condom. Mason cupped her hips and slowly moved his hands up her sides, moving her tshirt up at the same time until she raised her arms and he helped her out of it. The t-shirt joined her skirt in a puddle at her feet, as did her bra, which he made very quick work of.

Before she even considered touching him, Savannah moved around to her side of the bed and took the box of condoms from the top drawer of her bedside table. “Might need these.”

“I hope that box is full,” Mason said and she laughed.

“More than enough to get us through a night,” she replied, biting her lip as Mason took the box of condoms from her hand and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close for a surprisingly gentle kiss.

Savannah could feel his hardness pressing against her belly and as much as she enjoyed the gentle, sweet kiss, she badly needed more and with that in mind broke off the kiss and pushed him down onto the bed. Mason chuckled as Savannah took the condoms back from his hand and took out one of the foil packets.

“You just lie back,” Savannah said innocently, opening the foil packet and carefully taking out the condom.

“If you insist,” Mason sighed dramatically, and as she rolled the condom down his considerable length his eyes widened. “Jesus-fucking-Christ!”

Savannah whimpered when Mason caught her wrist and pulled her on top of him, his hands moving to her nipples, rubbing them lightly as she moved up his thighs until she was finally positioned with her pussy above his cock.

Before taking him inside she needed to kiss him; the moment their tongues tangled she couldn’t wait any longer and slowly slid down his cock, groaning against his mouth when he filled her to the hilt. Considering how swollen she still was from the first time they’d had sex, he felt huge inside her and even the slightest movement of her hips caused intense friction against the walls of her cunt.

Mason’s hands locked down on her hips and the harder he pulled her against him, the harder she found it to try and take things slow. Their first time had been so rushed – and with good reason – and she wanted their second time to be different, but he felt too damn good inside her, and what she really wanted was to ride him hard and fast, rough even; so that’s what she did.

Savannah began rocking faster against him and while it felt good, it wasn’t quite satisfying her. She needed more resistance, to be able to really grind against him and give her clit the friction she knew it needed. Gripping on to the headboard gave her that added resistance, the sensations coursing through her body amplified by Mason’s mouth and fingers, the new position giving him perfect access to her boobs.

The harder she moved against him, the harder he sucked on one nipple and squeezed the other. He switched back and forward between the two nipples – sucking one, then the other, squeezing one, then the other – each change causing the hot throb deep inside her pussy to grow, until she felt as if she was on fire.

Although her moans and cries were drowning out Mason’s sounds of pleasure, she could tell he was enjoying it just as much as she was, particularly when she spread her legs further and took him even deeper inside.

She felt a hot ache in her lower back, which spread quickly into her abdomen and down into her pussy. Frantically, she ground her hips against him, moving so fast sweat was forming on her forehead, the burn no longer contained to her pussy; her entire body felt ablaze.

Mason released the nipple from between his fingers and moved his hand back to her hips. Savannah shrieked when he pulled her down and suddenly there was more friction between them; he pulled her down even harder and she could feel her orgasm starting in her toes, spreading up her legs before bursting into her pussy.

A loud scream announced the arrival of her orgasm, her hips bucking furiously as she rode the waves slamming through her. Everything felt tight and hot, ultra-sensitive, and by god it felt spectacular! When her orgasm eventually began to wane the tight, hot feeling was replaced by one of her bones and muscles melting away, her brain turning to jelly as she collapsed on top of him.

It was only when she registered how relaxed Mason felt beneath her that she realised that he had also cum; just as well too, because there was no way she could even consider moving her hips to help him reach his peak!

Savannah’s night at the concert takes a (deliciously) unexpected turn

sorry-what-was-thatMy muse is too good at her job.  She always knows precisely what to say or do to cause the first spark of inspiration that quickly becomes an inferno.  As an example, when I started writing about two couples (Savannah & Mason, Chelsea & Max) I mentioned to her I wondered what their background stories were, how the couples met, that sort of thing… the next thing I knew I was starting the story of how Savannah met Mason.
It has been a long time since I shared any writing on here, so I thought I would post it here… well, the story as it is right now.


The music was beyond loud; Savannah couldn’t even hear herself think. Her darling friends, Jessica and Audrey, had disappeared leaving her on her own in the middle of an out-of-control moshpit and she needed to get out. She needed to leave and escape the noise – of the crowd more than the band – but with everyone squeezed so tightly together in front of the stage, the several attempts she’d made to get out of the claustrophobia-inducing crush had failed.

For years she’d wanted to see Thunderbolt and while the band itself was awesome live, the slightly crazy fans were more than she could handle. She must have been getting old, she decided, fondly remembering a time when she’d been right in the middle of the action, screaming right along with the best of them, usually drunk as hell. How things had changed. A little older, a little wiser, and very sober, the rest of the revellers left her feeling slightly intimidated. Some friends Jess and Audrey were, leaving her to fend for herself like that!

Savannah’s mood went from bad to worse (or mildly panicked to extremely panicked) when two morons began pushing and shoving each other, two more idiots joined in, five more idiots joined in and before long she was stuck in the middle of an all-out brawl. As is the case when people are standing so close together, the first person falling over triggered a domino effect and people began tumbling to the ground. The person in front of her fell backward, crashing into her and sending her flying backward.

Rather than crashing to the hard floor, however, Savannah crashed against the hard plane of the chest of the person behind her and went no further. Whoever was behind her gripped her hand and miraculously they began making their way through the crowd, coming to a stop when they reached the outer perimeter of the wild group.

It was only then Savannah’s saviour turned around to face her.

All the air was sucked out of the room, or that was how it felt as she took in the gorgeous man standing before her. He was… he was… he was a god.

Tall, with wide shoulders, a broad chest and arms that were well muscled, but not to the extent they looked out of proportion with the rest of his body. It wasn’t his physique that really caught her eye though, it was his face. For starters he had the most beautiful, intense, light-blue eyes she had ever seen, a smile that sent thrills of pleasure directly to her clit, and to top it off, his face was framed by the type of sexy haven’t-shaved-for-a-few-days stubble, that left her imagining how it would feel grazing against her inner thighs.

“You looked like you needed help back there,” the man leaned in and said directly into her ear.

Savannah shuddered at the sensation of his breath against her neck. “It was crazy in there,” she said loudly and he nodded.

“I’m Mason,” the man introduced herself. Mason. Yes, he looked like a Mason.

“Savannah,” she replied in kind and Mason flashed her a sexy smile that had an even stronger effect on her clit.

“You wanna go out and get some air after the next song?” he was almost shouting in her ear, but any quieter and she wouldn’t have heard him.

“As long as it’s not one of my favourites,” she laughed and he nodded in agreement

Savannah turned in the direction of the band and took a calming breath. The last thing she’d expected was to meet a seemingly nice – very delicious man – and found herself caught off guard. She had no inclination to get back into the dating world, not after the shit Carlos had put her through four months earlier, but something about Mason got to her… in a good way. A very good way.

Thunderbolt started singing one of her favourite songs – Raging Heart – and her attention quickly turned to what was going on on stage, rather than the man standing behind her. Instinctively she started swaying in time with the music, right along with the rest of the crowd; it was a surprisingly deep song about the often overwhelming intensity of love, and always made her emotional.

Suddenly her attention switched from the song and back to Mason when she felt his hands making contact with, and resting on her hips. Rather than giving him a look that said ‘get your hands off me now’ and walking away, Savannah took a short step backward, eliminating the gap between them and causing contact between more than his hands and her hips.

Everything about Mason felt so firm and strong, so safe and, well, masculine. She felt protected by his body and could imagine how good it would feel to have his arms around her, how divine it would feel to have him lying on top of her, his hips thrusting hard and fast. He began moving in time with her, which did absolutely nothing to stop her train of thought; without any conscious thought she began rubbing her ass against his crotch, the unmistakeable feel of his hard cock all the motivation she needed to rub harder.

Savannah was glad the music was so loud because when Mason dipped his fingertips just inside the waistband of her skirt, she moaned – loudly – and silently willed his fingers to move further south. To her disappointment his hands stayed where they were, all the while she was overcome by the painful desire for her pussy to be full with his fingers. She could imagine his thumb rubbing against her clit while the other fingers moved in and out, faster and faster, until she came loudly, collapsing onto the floor in a heap, wet, swollen, sated.

Her juices were pooling between her legs and she was beginning to feel extremely flustered. For the first time in her life she considered a one night stand, taking Mason home, having him fuck her all night long. Closing her eyes Savannah could see the whole sordid night playing out before her; their naked bodies writhing around, tangled in her sheets, the room smelling of sex and sweat.

Could she do it though? A close call with an older man when she was 18 had put her off the idea of having a one night stand, but she was older now, she was sober – and judging by the lack of alcohol smell on Mason’s breath so was he – surely she could make a responsible decision? Perhaps it was just what she needed to get out of the little funk she’d been in the past few weeks. She had been stroppy and short with her friends and colleagues, leading to more than one of them joke she needed to get laid.

Maybe it was just what she needed? In actual fact, there was no maybe about it. It was what she needed.

Savannah turned around and looked up at Mason. “Let’s go and get that fresh air you were talking about.”

“I might want slightly more than fresh air now.” There was a certain shyness to Mason’s voice, making her want him even more.

“So do I,” Savannah replied, her voice a whisper in his ear.

Mason’s arms snaked around her waist and as he lowered his mouth to meet hers, a thrill of excitement caused her breath to hitch. His lips were incredibly soft against hers, and for all the hunger they both appeared to feel, the kiss was soft and gentle, nothing impatient or frantic about it. Her hands joined behind his neck and as they continued kissing she felt the first little flicker of his tongue against hers – it was enough to make her want to jump and wrap her legs around his waist – though somehow she managed to keep both feet on the ground.

The more their tongues touched, the more Savannah knew she wanted this man in her bed… and inside her. He was intoxicating, everything about him screamed out to her, making her body come alive in ways it never had before. She wanted all of him, everywhere. His hands, his fingers, his mouth, his lips, his tongue, his penis; she wanted him on top of her and underneath her, she wanted him behind her, she wanted him sitting, she wanted him lying down, she wanted him standing, she wanted – well – she wanted him.

By the time the kiss came to an end Savannah was clawing at the back of Mason’s neck and he was similarly clawing at her hips. It was pointless to attempt to use restraint, to suggest that rather than getting it out of their system that night, perhaps they could go for a coffee the next day, maybe get to know each other a bit better before giving in to the chemistry building between them. But who was she trying to kid? She didn’t want to wait until the next day to have coffee with him, she didn’t want to get to know him better before finally being able to experience the feeling of his naked body pressing against hers.

“Let’s get out of here.” Savannah hoped she didn’t come across as desparate as she felt.

“Best idea I’ve heard all night,” Mason replied, his voice sounding a little strained.

“I could do with a drink,” Savannah told him, realising just how parched her throat was.

“Let’s do that then,” Mason agreed, taking her hand and leading her toward one of the many arena exits.

Miraculously there was no queue at the refreshment stand, probably because the band were getting into all their popular hits and no one wanted to miss out; with the exception of her and Mason. Instead of getting a drink for himself only, he got a bottle of water for her as well and she gratefully accepted it, then went on to drink it in record time.

“That’s better,” Savannah grinned at Mason as they threw their bottles in the recycling bin provided.

“I forget how dry I get at concerts,” Mason commented and Savannah couldn’t hide the naughty smirk on her face when she thought about the part of her body that was anything but dry. “What’s that look for?”

“I was just thinking about, um, there is a part of me that… isn’t… quite so… dry.” Savannah could feel herself going red and Mason looked as if he wasn’t sure what to say in response.

“Is that so?” he finally managed, chuckling quietly.

This time it was Savannah who took his hand and led him away, apparently no longer in control of her own actions. The sign indicating public toilets grew closer and she found herself holding Mason’s hand tighter. In its usual context the sign was innocent enough, but in that moment it wasn’t informing her of the nearest rest room, it was providing a sense of promise, the promise of lewd, trashy, inappropriate sex.

“I didn’t expect this,” Mason commented as she pulled him into the large cubicle with the wheelchair sign and baby-changing station sign on the door and he locked said door.

“I didn’t expect to be doing this,” Savannah replied, grinning at him when he pressed her against the wall.

“Never done it in a public toilet,” he said as he took his wallet out of his pocket and pulled out a condom. “When we were 16 my ex and I had a bit of a pregnancy scare, since then I’ve always carried a condom in my wallet,” he explained, placing the wallet on the baby changing table next to him as Savannah undid the button on his jeans.

“I’m glad you’re responsible,” she whispered while pushing his jeans down to his knees.

“Someone has to be,” he winked, pleasure washing over his face as she put her hand in his boxers and gave his cock a squeeze.

She really was not being herself. Her thoughts on sex in public toilets was that it was skanky and something people with no morals did, and as for initiating sex, that was something she was never comfortable with until she’d been with a guy a few times. But there she was, preparing to have sex in a public toilet, sex she was initiating.

Savannah swiped her thumb over the tip of his cock and whimpered when she smeared a droplet of precum. His cock was radiating heat and when she finally freed it from his boxers she had to fight extremely hard to resist the urge to lick the newly formed droplet of precum from the smooth head of his cock. The more she looked at his cock the more her vagina throbbed and swelled, the more it throbbed and swelled the wetter she became, and the more her hunger for him grew.

Any thought of giving him a blowjob disappeared when she felt Mason’s hands trailing up her outer thighs, beneath her skirt, his fingers hooking in the band of her panties. He gave her a look that she knew was him silently asking permission, she gave him a subtle nod whilst biting her lip and felt her entire body tighten as he slowly slid her panties down her legs. Stepping out of the garment, Savannah was glad she’d chosen one of her sexier pairs to wear that night, they were simple black lace, but still a lot nicer to look at than the boring plain cotton panties she’d taken to wearing since ending things with Carlos.

Savannah watched as Mason put the condom on and part of her wished there was no need for a condom. She hated how much they dulled the sensation for her, but it was either that or risk an unplanned pregnancy and when it came down to that, a condom was the lesser of two evils.

With the condom in place it was as if their last ounce of restraint dissolved and Savannah moaned as Mason hoisted her skirt up, pressed her against the wall and began kissing her. His tongue brushed against hers and as the kiss deepened he pushed her harder against the wall, his cock straining between them, her pussy clenching wildly and uncontrollably. She needed to be stretched open, needed to be filled by his hard, thick length, needed to be at the mercy of his deep, powerful thrusts.

Mason’s hands found the back of her thighs and in a fluid movement she jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist; seconds later the very tip of his cock grazed against her wet hole and finally, finally he plunged inside her, elliciting groans from both of them. Savannah gripped him tightly with her legs, helping him hit as deeply as possible, the impact of his cock against the back of her pussy was like nothing she’d ever experienced, and she wondered if she’d even be able to handle it.

Handle it she did. The harder Mason slammed into her the better it felt, it was intense and slightly overwhelming, but it felt too good to feel anything but divine. Savannah had never been one for slammy, poundy sex, but in that toilet cubicle a new part of her sexual being had been released, an unexpected part that wanted it harder, faster, rougher, that wanted to be completely consumed by the sensations screaming through her body.

Him. She wanted to be consumed by him.

The way Mason was grunting against her mouth as they kissed, she could sense he was struggling to keep his orgasm at bay. It did occur to her that that was a good thing though, they were having sex in a very public place after all and chances were any moment someone was going to walk in to the bathroom.

As it was her own orgasm was quickly building and she was torn between feeling sad and relieved it was almost over. Sad, because she could be fucked like that all night long, relieved because she really didn’t fancy getting caught, or have someone alert security that two disgusting human beings were having sex in the toilets!

Mason was keeping his thrusts hard and deep, but when Savannah tightened her legs again she took him even deeper and his cock began ramming into a new spot inside her. A spot that made her cry out loudly and tilt her hips into him in the hopes he would be able to hit even harder. When they had to stop kissing because of their non-stop moans, groans and cries, Mason buried his face in her neck and bit down, gently at first, but harder and harder along with his thrusts.

A ball of fire was growing at the base of Savannah’s spine, powerful and hot, soon spreading throughout her entire body, making her clamp down on Mason’s shoulders as if she was hanging on for dear life. The combination of his cock against the back of her cunt, and his teeth digging into her neck was making it almost impossible for Savannah to fight off her impending orgasm. She needed more, she needed it harder, she needed… everything, all of it, all of this hard, fast, deep, rough, hungry, out of control, animalistic fucking.

She didn’t have the strength to fight it off though, and as her body tensed up and her pussy squeezed Mason’s cock with an iron grip she finally succumbed to the powerful pleasure that had steadily been building inside her.

Wave after wave she was rocked by pleasure so intense she wondered if her loud scream would ever stop. She had never screamed so loud in her life, her throat instantly raw and painful as she screamed through each strong wave of her orgasm, still hanging on to Mason for dear life.

Savannah was only vaguely conscious of Mason’s loud, guttural groan as he came, his hips crushing against hers as the rhythmic pulsations of his cock reached a furious peak before dying down and stopping altogether. His face felt clammy against her neck, his breathing fast and shallow, matching her own.

It was with very shaky legs she released her legs from around Mason’s waist and stood leaning against the wall, watching as he removed the condom and put it in the sanitary bin disposal unit. It wasn’t exactly the sexiest of post-sex happenings, but at least he hadn’t just dropped it on the floor or put it in the rubbish bin for the next person who used the toilet to see.

Mason bent down and picked up her panties, then handed them to her as one would do if picking up a dropped pair of car keys or the like. All Savannah could do was giggle. It was by far the strangest situation she’d found herself in after having sex.