A good friend of mine wrote this sci-fi sex story and I thought some of my friends here might enjoy it. It's free on smashwords! "Blink to Share" is fun romp through what might happen when we start augmenting our sex lives with more than just sex toys.
Blink to Share
"Then she was serious—”Oh gosh, wow”—as Augmented Sexuality showed him how to
give her internal and clitoral orgasms simultaneously. The lens app detected her orgasm, and
it made the room appear to quake as she shook. Pieces of the ceiling fell down, exploding
into 3-D numbers that were added to Jasper’s score in the top-right corner of his vision."
Sexual exploits complete with high scores and badges and a wee bit of self-examination. It's a fun read.
Enjoy!
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Thursday, January 17, 2013
Cara's comeuppance
This is the start of a little something I'm working on. Hope y'all enjoy it!
"Property doesn't get to walk away from its owner." Nathan's arms went around Cara's hips and pulled her back into the bed with him, a little "Oomph" of surprise knocked out of her. She'd thought he was sleeping. His lips grazed her temple as he cuddled her close, spooning his body to hers. "Wouldn't you agree?"
She whimpered, nodding her head, hopelessly aroused. A tear of frustration slipped out of the corner of her eye. Sometimes it seemed like he thought this was all a game, and then, sometimes he was like this. Dominant. Forceful. Loving. Perfect. The thoughts fled as his fingers on her chin turned her face toward his. “You don’t get to leave me, my girl,” he whispered, his lips settling over hers, soft and warm and tasting slightly of mint.
He inhaled her breath. She kissed him back, but he was definitely the one in control of this interaction, as she struggled to keep up with his lips, his tongue, his teeth. She was breathing hard by the time he let her lips go and started to stroke her nipples. She placed her hand over his and squeezed her nipple between his fingers until she yelped with the pain of it, and he followed suit, switching nipples and doing the same, squeezing until she cried out, over and over. “Poor girl,” he said in her ear, his voice making her shudder, “you get teased a lot but rarely get enough relief.” His fingers slid down between her legs, which she obediently opened for him, hooking her top leg backward around his hip as she whimpered.
“Mmmm, nice wet slave pussy,” he crooned. “My nice wet slave pussy,” he clarified as he slipped two fingers inside her, curling them up to press hard into her g-spot. She cried out loudly as he did, writhing in his embrace. It didn’t take long before she was arching up into his touch, panting for breath, teetering on the edge of a monster orgasm.
“Ooooh are you gonna come for me?” he crowed. She didn’t answer, just kept panting, squirming on his hand, close, so very very close. “Ooh, I think you are,” he said. “Come for me, sweet bitch, come for me, that’s right.”
Her head was pounding. She couldn’t get enough air, and she was screaming what little she could get away as the pleasure took over, wrung her body out and used her muscles up. She went limp in his arms afterward. “Want you,” she whispered weakly, feeling the iron of him pressing into her side.
“Then have me, girl,” he said as he turned her more onto her side again. His cock nudged at her opening and she wriggled back onto him, making soft delighted noises as his hardness speared her soft heat. He let his fingers stroke her clit while he moved inside her, her noises nearly as exciting to him as the sensations themselves. She began to breathe harder, to nearly scream as he moved inside her and his fingers stroked.
“Oooh, you’re gonna come for me again.” She shook her head, helpless to stop the impending train of her orgasm, but trying anyway. “Oh yes you are,” he said roughly. “My girl does what she’s fucking told. Now fucking come for me.” Her body shook, clamping down on his cock inside her, arching up into his touch that quickly became nearly unbearable. She screamed, a series of short screams of pleasure that she couldn’t bear in silence. A few thrusts and he joined her, groaning. “So, so sexy.” He whispered into her hair, pulling her as close as he could. “So, so mine.”
“Yes sir,” she murmured dreamily, already halfway asleep.
“Nathan?” She asked sleepily, stirring from deep slumber. Light was streaming through the curtains, but it wasn’t quite time to get up yet. “What are you doing?” he was wiping her sex with a warm cloth.
“I’m cleaning you up,” he said matter-of-factly.
“I can do that,” she said, moving to close her legs, a little embarrassed.
“Actually, you can’t,” he said, tugging on her ankle. “Open your legs for me now.”
She obeyed, shivering as he cleaned her up. “Why can’t I do it myself?”
“I have plans for you,” he murmured.
"Property doesn't get to walk away from its owner." Nathan's arms went around Cara's hips and pulled her back into the bed with him, a little "Oomph" of surprise knocked out of her. She'd thought he was sleeping. His lips grazed her temple as he cuddled her close, spooning his body to hers. "Wouldn't you agree?"
She whimpered, nodding her head, hopelessly aroused. A tear of frustration slipped out of the corner of her eye. Sometimes it seemed like he thought this was all a game, and then, sometimes he was like this. Dominant. Forceful. Loving. Perfect. The thoughts fled as his fingers on her chin turned her face toward his. “You don’t get to leave me, my girl,” he whispered, his lips settling over hers, soft and warm and tasting slightly of mint.
He inhaled her breath. She kissed him back, but he was definitely the one in control of this interaction, as she struggled to keep up with his lips, his tongue, his teeth. She was breathing hard by the time he let her lips go and started to stroke her nipples. She placed her hand over his and squeezed her nipple between his fingers until she yelped with the pain of it, and he followed suit, switching nipples and doing the same, squeezing until she cried out, over and over. “Poor girl,” he said in her ear, his voice making her shudder, “you get teased a lot but rarely get enough relief.” His fingers slid down between her legs, which she obediently opened for him, hooking her top leg backward around his hip as she whimpered.
“Mmmm, nice wet slave pussy,” he crooned. “My nice wet slave pussy,” he clarified as he slipped two fingers inside her, curling them up to press hard into her g-spot. She cried out loudly as he did, writhing in his embrace. It didn’t take long before she was arching up into his touch, panting for breath, teetering on the edge of a monster orgasm.
“Ooooh are you gonna come for me?” he crowed. She didn’t answer, just kept panting, squirming on his hand, close, so very very close. “Ooh, I think you are,” he said. “Come for me, sweet bitch, come for me, that’s right.”
Her head was pounding. She couldn’t get enough air, and she was screaming what little she could get away as the pleasure took over, wrung her body out and used her muscles up. She went limp in his arms afterward. “Want you,” she whispered weakly, feeling the iron of him pressing into her side.
“Then have me, girl,” he said as he turned her more onto her side again. His cock nudged at her opening and she wriggled back onto him, making soft delighted noises as his hardness speared her soft heat. He let his fingers stroke her clit while he moved inside her, her noises nearly as exciting to him as the sensations themselves. She began to breathe harder, to nearly scream as he moved inside her and his fingers stroked.
“Oooh, you’re gonna come for me again.” She shook her head, helpless to stop the impending train of her orgasm, but trying anyway. “Oh yes you are,” he said roughly. “My girl does what she’s fucking told. Now fucking come for me.” Her body shook, clamping down on his cock inside her, arching up into his touch that quickly became nearly unbearable. She screamed, a series of short screams of pleasure that she couldn’t bear in silence. A few thrusts and he joined her, groaning. “So, so sexy.” He whispered into her hair, pulling her as close as he could. “So, so mine.”
“Yes sir,” she murmured dreamily, already halfway asleep.
“Nathan?” She asked sleepily, stirring from deep slumber. Light was streaming through the curtains, but it wasn’t quite time to get up yet. “What are you doing?” he was wiping her sex with a warm cloth.
“I’m cleaning you up,” he said matter-of-factly.
“I can do that,” she said, moving to close her legs, a little embarrassed.
“Actually, you can’t,” he said, tugging on her ankle. “Open your legs for me now.”
She obeyed, shivering as he cleaned her up. “Why can’t I do it myself?”
“I have plans for you,” he murmured.
Friday, May 18, 2012
Fantasy Friday
I don't normally write fiction, but today... well.
Teased, turned on, left wanting, panting, writhing helplessly. "You're cruel," I whisper as he pulls away from me and stands up, then "So horny."
"You should do something about that," he quips as he puts his pants back on and heads out the bedroom door.
The images and words rose unbidden in my mind, then. Hope you enjoy.
On her hands and knees on the bed, she is exposed, helpless, bare to his penetrating gaze. Her knees are wide and her back is curved, exposing every bit of her body for his viewing pleasure. He walks around her, a riding crop in his hand which he uses to slap against her flesh when he wants her to move a bit this way or that. Her pale skin already bears several red marks where he has indicated she should move to get her into this position. Her arms are starting to tremble. She doesn't know how long it has been, but it has gone on for a while.
He lifts her chin with the riding crop, traces it over her lips, already swollen from sucking his cock. "What is this?" he asks sharply.
"My mouth?" she responds, confused.
"What is it for?" he asks, tapping the crop against her cheek, softly, over and over as he waits for his answer.
"Eating. Talking. Breathing?" She has no idea what he's after, and a fearful shiver shakes her form.
"Wrong on both counts. It's a fuck hole, and it's for me to fuck," he corrects her, bringing the crop harder against her cheek, drawing a red mark and a gasp from her.
He walks behind her, wraps his free hand around her throat and pulls her up to her knees. He presses his body against her back, holding her to him by the throat. He moves the crop across her breasts and belly, forcing her body to press back against him in a futile attempt to avoid it. He starts tapping with the end of the crop on her nipples, enjoying the feel of her body tensing for pain he is not yet delivering, the sound of her soft expectant whimpers.
"You're mine," he whispers darkly, directly into her ear, even that tiny canal invaded by him. He squeezes her throat gently for good measure.
She shakes in his arms as she absorbs his words, tension leaving her body, moaning as she surrenders herself to the reality of his ownership.
He feels the tension draining from the soft, warm body pressed against him, feels the fight leave her. And that is when he raises the crop and brings it down on her left nipple, again and again, hard and fast. She squeals, the sudden unavoidable pain setting fire to her brain, enlivening her previously relaxed body, bringing the tension back. She squirms, her body writhing backwards, but that is where he is, the wall of his body preventing her from moving away from the pain. She tries to twist, but he tightens his grip on her throat. She keeps her hands down.
"Good girl," he praises her even as he angles the crop slightly to hit her right nipple instead, fresh cries of pain erupting from her wide-open, panting mouth. "My good, sweet girl." He relishes the feel of her body squirming against him, absorbing the pain, the sounds of her helpless cries as the crop lands on her delicate flesh. His cock is hard as steel, full of the power he has over her, but he ignores it for now. They have plenty of time...
Friday, September 23, 2011
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