It’s been a while since I’ve produced anything new for my readers.
Okay, it’s been more than a while. Like, too many years for me to think both without getting depressed. This post is not about why that time has passed. If you’ve been around, you already know. (and thank you for sticking with through so much life shit)
If you haven’t been around, but are here now then Welcome to my crazy world. I hope you enjoy the ride.
Some of you might remember that when I first started publishing my first stories sold were porn and /or erotica. Those are my roots as a fiction author. I evolved into erotic romance, but erotica has always felt like a better fit for my natural voice.
Right now I’m finding myself in a bit of a weird place because one of the things that stalled my productivity was the urge to go beyond romance. To delve into another genre like thrillers, or even urban fantasy because I enjoy reading those. (And I still swear one day I’m gonna writer a super erotic thriller, just not yet) However, after some major shifts in my life and some years of fiction non-productivity my muse has begun flitting about in my mind like a horny hyperactive hummingbird. So I’m going back to my roots of erotica, and I’m excited about it.
So excited about it that I’m going to be sharing excerpts from some of it here every week starting the first week of April. For now..I’m gonna leave you with one of the first pieces I ever wrote.
THE GYM
I’ve been watching him for a while.
He is the motivation that keeps me going back to the gym.
Exercising isn’t something I enjoy but when I can watch him in the mirror as I run on the treadmill it’s not only sweat that dampens my body. The sight of his sleek muscles straining as he adds more weight to the barbells and lays back on the bench to do more presses gives me ideas on other ways we could work out together on that very same bench.
I fantasize that we’re the only people in the gym and I use his safety straps to restrain his hands on the barbell above him. Then I stand next to the bench and strip off my sweaty workout clothes, slowly revealing myself to him. The tent in his shorts caused by his straining erection encourages me to take total control of his body.
Walking to the end of the bench I lean over his body, just close enough to brush the hard tips of my breasts against his bare stomach. I let my head fall so that my long hair brushes against his firm chest, tickling him as I lightly swing my head back and forth. Then I lower my body closer so that my tits now hug his cock through his shorts and he feels my hot breath on his chest. Opening my mouth, my tongue darts out to tease his nipple to erectness. When it’s sticking up like a miniature cock I take the hard between my teeth and nibble teasingly. Then lave it better with firm strokes of my tongue. Shifting slightly for better access to the other nipple causes the pressure on his cock to increase and he lifts his hips against me and groans softly. He doesn’t want to speak any more than I want to hear him, his groans and sighs are message enough.
When both nipples are standing proud, wet and shiny from my ministrations, I slide my body back until I’m on my knees between his and quickly divest him of his shorts so that his throbbing cock is bare and only inches from my hungry lips.
Enjoying the power I feel with him laid out before me I tease a little more. I lean forward and nip at his inner thigh with my sharp teeth, knowing that as I do this all he really feels is the inching of my fingers through the nest of curls at the base of his cock. To get his focus where I want it, I push his thighs further apart and take a long wet lick with firm pressure on that soft skin between his puckered asshole and his heavy balls. He tries to lift his hips and increase the pressure, but I deny him that. After sucking his balls into my hot mouth for a brief taste I decide I’m done teasing.
My own juices are starting to run from my swollen pussylips down my thighs as I pull his cock away from his belly and surround it with my lips. After a minute of adjustment I start a slow rhythm of bobbing with my mouth giving firm suction. He tastes delicious, salty and sweet mixes with the saliva spilling out of my lips and coating his hardness. God, I love it all slick and sloppy, sliding between y lips and brushing against the back of my throat.
The sounds coming from him has me speeding up slightly as my cunt quivers in anticipation. One of my hands leaves his thigh to reach between mine to play with myself. Slipping a finger deep inside I quickly realize it isn’t enough and add another. This isn’t what I want. I want to be filled and that’s for him to do.
Abandoning all my ministrations I stand up and straddle him on the bench. I don’t move until he opens his eyes and is watching me. When our gazes lock I reach between my spread legs and guide him into my body. I lower myself and we both groan in satisfaction as his hard rigid cock fills me.
I start to roll my hips gently and notice that his grip on the barbell above him has become white knuckled. I lean forward and place my hands next to his on the barbell and pump my hips faster. With feet flat on the floor, I have total control and ease with shifting tempo and pressure.
The air is still around us, only disturbed by our panting breath and the occasional grunt and groan from him. I squeeze him tight inside and know that he can’t hold back much longer. I pump a little faster, slam down on him a little harder.
The end is near for us both. Tilting my hips to that angle I know will get him deeper and give my throbbing clit the pressure I need to get off I ride him hard and our hips grind together as I slip into oblivion. My inner walls clench around his throbbing cock and his cum shoots into me hotly, filling me the way I’ve fantasized about.
With no strength left in my body I release my grip on the barbell, undo the ties that bind his wrists and cuddle up on the chest I’ve admired for so long as his arms surround me.
He is the inspiration that keeps me going to the gym.