One year ago this week, Marie Rebelle hosted my guest post and launched my erotic writing to the world. Here is the story that started it all. Thanks Marie. xoxox
“Now. Pick up where we left off. Summarize and be quick about it,” said Amy. As I watched, she whipped her tee-shirt off her tasty body and left the bed.
“You make it difficult to think straight when you tease me like this.” I reached out to stroke her leg. It was an effort because every part of my body ached. She scooted backward out of my grasp. We had stayed up late and the all night activities registered in my muscles.
She shook her head and smiled. “Summarize, my dear.”
When she cradled those luscious breasts in the palms of her hands, and her thumbs swirled over the tightened nipples, I knew she was going to push me. Lack of sleep muddled my mind and worked on other parts of me that appeared to be ready to go.
“You don’t play fair, do you?” I scrubbed my hands over my face to wake up.
“It’s all about getting you what you want. Summarize. Now, Clint.” She slid one hand down into her panties staring straight at me. I smelled her sweet scent in the air and my mind kicked into sex overdrive. I wanted to explore her tight, warm space. She raised a playful, but stern eyebrow and mouthed, “Now.”
“Dr. Schnarch’s quantum sexual response model says that physical stimuli combined with psychological processes equal total stimulus level.”
She hooked her thumbs in her panties and began to ease them down her thighs. “And?”
I imagined my hands on her thighs, so soft and supple. “Physical is about the quality and quantity of touch and psychological deals with emotional and cognitive processing.”
Turning her back to me, she bent over pushing her panties down and off. Then, upside down, she peered at me through her spread legs. “Anything special about psychological processes?”
She set up this view to drive me crazy. Her wiggling ass issued my favorite invitation. She knew exactly how to tempt me. “Intrapsychic and relationship components modulate the psychological processes which are sorely underestimated.” At this moment, I appreciated how much I had personally underestimated them. But mostly, I didn’t understand how any brain process worked in my head because all the blood in my body had to be in my penis.
From her head down vantage point, Amy’s hand slid over her wet, bare, glistening vulva. My breath hitched. She outlined her lips then slapped herself. The smack demonstrated how wet she was. My heart rate increased. She plunged two fingers inside as she moaned, “Lastly?”
I rose up on the bed, ready. “When total levels of stimulation reach two distinct response thresholds, then physiological changes associated with adequate sexual functioning occur.”
“Which means what, big boy?” She sucked on her wet fingers. My penis twitched, and I wanted a taste of her.
“Arousal threshold is a woman’s lubrication or a man’s erection.”
She licked her fingers. “Yes, tell me more.”
Her eyes widened as I took my penis in hand and gave it a couple of good strokes. “Then there is orgasm threshold. It’s a reflex. Just like arousal, it requires necessary and sufficient total stimulation to reach the threshold.”
She straightened up and turned. Giggling, she sashayed to the bed. “You just might get that A on this exam. Now it’s time for the lab review so that I can discern your aptitude for threshold understanding.”
I put my hand around her waist and pulled her down to the bed and hovered over her. I pressed my penis into her folds and slid my length up and down in her wetness. “Discern away. But we both have sufficiently activated arousal threshold.”
“Uh huh, but I have to test you on orgasm threshold.”
I nudged her with a little pelvis rock reminding her where my penis was. “Yeah, I think we might be headed that way.”
“Wait a minute. I get to decide how you will demonstrate the percentages.”
I smirked and shook my head at her thoughtful but spirited reviewing efforts.
She ran her finger tips over my shoulders and up and down my arms causing a shiver. “Do I want you to provide more physical stimuli or more psychological stimuli or equal parts of both to get to total stimuli?”
I settled my body weight on top of her and whispered in her ear, “I’ll do whatever you want, but just know, I’m returning the favor.”
She pushed me back up and searched my face. “Wait, what do you mean?”
“The female sexual anatomy exam is in two weeks. I’m taking charge of your review. It’s going to be detailed, hands on, and extremely slow paced. And best of all, you have two weeks to imagine my teaching techniques, so beginning tomorrow, wear only skirts and no panties.”
Her pupils dilated and heated desire crossed her face. She threaded her hands in my hair and brought us nose to nose. “You know what. You’ve got a handle on these psychological processes. We need to move on to lots of quality physical stimuli, the pumping and thrusting variety, so I can test your orgasm threshold.”
As I gazed into her face, I recognized her signs of frustration and need. She was on the edge. I didn’t move a muscle. “Uh, huh. What’s the magic word?”
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“Check your phone. Secret Santa left you a surprise,” said Marshall, as he pinched Lily’s butt and ushered everyone out of the house.
“I call shotgun,” yelled Lily’s nephew.
It seemed to take forever, but everyone finally left to ride around and look at the holiday lights.
With her cell phone in hand, Lily proceeded to the bedroom and dropped herself on the bed. Vacationing with the family was a nightmare in privacy. She knew Marshall had left her something special. She searched under her pillow and grabbed her vibrator.
Wanting her hands free, she hiked up her dress, clicked the vibrator on and slid it inside her panties to hold it in place. The hum and vibration eased her into play time.
Searching her phone, she wondered what video Marshall prepared for her. He knew what she liked. She opened the file and was surprised that the video was of her, them. When had he taken videos of me masturbating and us having sex?
It was a compilation tape highlighting a woman’s sexual delight. It was their year in review.
The vibrator purred as she wiggled her pelvis to his voice, his rasp, and his words. Lily re-lived her panting, her gasping, and her cooing as she moved to the rhythm of her throbbing clit. They were a good couple. That little rascal. He didn’t do this for her; he did it for them to get off.
Her orgasm was building when she heard the front door slam. No, no, no. She yanked the vibrator out of her panties. She debated for a second and then took her panties off, before heading to the living room.
“How were the lights?”
The crowd chimed in. “Great. Colorful. Musical.”
“Wonderful.” She nailed Marshall with a stare. “Marshall, I want you to show me your favorite ones, now.”
“Be quick about it, Lily. Food will be ready when you get back.”
Lily shoved Marshall out the front door. Snow crunched under her feet as they moved toward their Jeep Cherokee.
“Drive to a secluded spot and fast.”
“You didn’t like the video.”
“I loved the video.”
“No big O, yet?”
“I guess I needed one more ingredient.”
They got in the car, and Marshall drove a half-mile and parked at the end of the street. Holiday lights were in view, but they were in the shadows.
“Push your seat all the way back.” Lily hiked herself over the console and sat on Marshall’s lap. Her left knee was dug into the console while her right one was wedged between into the seat and the door.
He smirked at her.
“If I had known this would get us away from the fam, I’d have done it earlier,” he said chuckling.
“Stop talking and get your cock out.”
“No foreplay then.”
He fumbled with his belt and zipper then his rock-hard erection emerged.
“Ho, ho, ho, you don’t need any foreplay.”
“You could give me a minute to catch up.”
“You silly man. While you were looking at the lights, I know you were thinking about this.” She stroked Marshall’s cock imagining how good it would feel somewhere else. “You wondered what I was doing, how I was doing it.”
“Yeah, I did.” His fingers tickled her bare thighs.
The winter air began to affect the space in the car. Their warm breath fogged up the windows and she giggled.
“I haven’t had sex in a car since high school.”
“Pretty sexy, huh?”
“You say the nicest things when you want my cock. Go ahead, take it.”
Lily rose up on Marshall’s lap.
“But I want to feel how wet you are before you claim me.”
“Are you writing a cheesy romance novel to go with your video?”
“Would that get you off?” Marshall chuckled easing his hands around her ass and then groaned when Lily pushed her hot, wet lips against his erection.
“You are wet.”
“You know how to get me there, babe. And I’m claiming you now.”
As she lowered herself onto Marshall’s cock, she kissed him. He tasted like Christmas—candy canes and sugar cookies. His callused hands roamed over each butt cheek.
“Hmmm, so good, babe.”
As he pulled her closer, she moved up and down. Lily couldn’t believe that the driver’s seat provided the perfect angle on her clit as she slid up and down him. When Marshall pushed up into her center, she wound her fingers through this curly hair and tugged with every stroke. His urgent fingers dug into her shoulders, and he began driving her body down on him.
“Yes, fuck me, Marshall.”
Marshall moaned, and the spring in the seat creaked like their mattress. Lily wished this had been taped. His heavy breathing turned her on, and this time as it echoed in the small space in the car, it was perfect. His orgasm sent her over the edge, and she came hard on him.
With his cock still inside her, she stroked Marshall’s hair, and she snuggled up against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her. With these stolen moments to cherish, this became Lily’s favorite Christmas. In her sex haze, she cataloged every sound, taste, and sensation for future fantasy material. Seeing holiday lights would never be the same.
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“I’ll be home by 7 pm. No putting me off. We are trimming the tree,” said Clarence.
“That is my least favorite part about the holidays,” said Ruthie. He heard her sadness through the phone.
“Yeah, and you never told me why.”
“You know, parents, tradition. ‘Do it my way.’ As a kid, it was a mandatory performance and never fun.”
“Suppose I guarantee you this year would be fun. Would you say yes?”
“What if I focused on you?”
“Okay, I’ll bring some supplies. Would you make mulled wine with cinnamon sticks and cloves?”
“Alright. But I better have fun.”
Clarence loved everything about the holidays— the bright colors, yummy tastes, and fresh smells. He had been dreaming of a new sex event with Ruthie, and this was his chance. He wanted sex to be wrapped like a Christmas gift.
As he opened the front door, the aroma hit him, and his shoulders relaxed. The Douglas fir provided the low note to this holiday perfume, and it warmed him when he smelled the wine. Chocolate floated on the air. Cookies, too. It was everything he hoped for, spicy, sweet and pungent.
“Ruthie, it smells great in here.”
She came around the corner dressed in an elf costume, but she looked more like the Christmas maid.
“Well, this is a surprise.”
“Yeah, when they delivered the tree, I decided there was no reason for you to live in my holiday funk.” She twirled in front of me, grinning. “Do you like?”
Clarence sat his bag and packages down. “Yes, come here.” He grabbed her hand and placed it on his erection. “Instant response.”
“Is this where we start?” She waggled her eyebrows at him.
He opened a bag, pulled out the Christmas lights and the present for Ruthie.
“This is where we start.”
“An early Christmas present. Go ahead, open it.”
Ruthie ripped through the wrapping and peered at the gift.
“Well, that is an interesting shape.”
“It’s the latest in vibrating pleasure for women, and it’s going to take you places now.”
“I’m going to tease you while we decorate the tree.”
“You are?” Ruthie’s skin brightened to a holiday shade of red.
“Yes, so slip out of your panties and let me see your bare breasts.” With a frenzied motion on the package, Clarence pulled out the tree lights while Ruthie removed her panties and pulled her breasts out of the skimpy top.
“Come sit by the tree.”
Clarence had moved a straight back chair beside the tree and dropped the lights there.
As Ruthie settled in the chair, Clarence asked her to place her hands on her thighs and scoot her butt to the end of the seat. He spread her legs so he could see the heart of her and then he picked up a string of lights.
“Clarence, what are you doing?”
“I intend to light you up and then trim the tree.”
Clarence saw Ruthie’s chest rise and fall in anticipation. She had wanted him to tie her up. The timing was perfect. With intricate detail, he wrapped the lights around her hands and thighs anchoring them together. He lashed her legs to each chair leg. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips. Then he decorated her breasts in a crisscross fashion, pausing to kiss each nipple. Clarence inhaled a deep breath taking in the scent of wine, and freshness of the tree. He imagined how the colors would highlight her skin when he turned the lights on.
“How are you feeling, Ruthie?”
“A little horny here.”
Ruthie knew that Clarence was turned on and not just by his erection. He had slowed things down; he was methodical and steady, intently focused on pleasure. After he had covered her in lights, he moved to work on the tree. She always enjoyed his attention to detail.
“Are you enjoying our decorating party so far?”
“Yes, what happens when you turn the lights on?”
“The real holiday festivities begin. You’ll tell me where to hang ornaments.”
“I will?” The excitement registered in her voice.
Clarence flipped the switch and colored lights danced everywhere. Ruthie was more beautiful than he could have imagined. After selecting the first decoration, he picked up the vibrator and turned it on.
“You must be still now. I don’t want you to break the lights.”
He rubbed the ornament against her breast and across her nipples, and he relished her intake of breath. Squatting between her legs, he teased her vulva with the vibrator. Her skin continued to flush.
She squeaked out a yes and swallowed, as she worked to breathe.
Clarence continued with his plan for the evening, taking Ruthie to the edge, ornament by ornament.
He sipped wine and shared it with her. When it dribbled down her chin, he licked it off her skin. He touched her with all the love he had for trimming the tree. And in a new tradition for her, he placed every ornament exactly where she suggested.
“We are down to the star.”
“Thank goodness. I’m a sex puddle here; I need relief, Clarence.”
After he had placed the topper on the tree, he settled between her legs.
“Ruthie, what is Santa going to say? Have you been naughty or nice?”
“How about naughtily nice?”
As Clarence centered the vibrator on her clit, she began shaking. He knew it would take almost nothing for her to explode. Up on his knees, he kissed her and tasted the cinnamon on her lips. Her frantic tongue met his, as he inserted his fingers inside her wet space. His left hand rolled the vibrator, the fingers on his other hand used a piston-like motion in her channel and his tongue mated with hers. The chair creaked, as her butt and pelvis moved with her orgasm until all her contractions subsided.
“Get me out of these lights; I have to touch you.”
“You like the new tradition.”
He worked quickly getting the lights off her body, admiring the marks on her flesh. She threw her arms around him.
“Are you kidding, you made me see stars. Tree trimming has been altered forever.”
“I like the sound of that.”
She pushed him back so she could see his face. “But Clarence, Santa thinks you’ve been a naughty boy. He left switches.”
Ruthie massaged his erection. “I have some ideas about how I can put them to good use.” She winked, looked at the light strands, and slapped his ass.
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Read from the beginning The Business of Pleasure
Georgianna lifted her face off Jarvis’s stomach and blew out a long breath. Things were moving fast, and she wanted to slow it down. First, Jarvis, a porn director, had expertly fingered her to orgasm at the bar, and second, her curious Samuel had gone down on Jarvis in the hotel suite. I won’t be rushed. She replayed a lusty loop of sexual images, and they fogged her mind.
Both men stared at her waiting for a response about their two-man invitation. She stood and walked around the sofa feeling like a lioness circling her prey.
“Am I clear there was no videotape?”
“Scouts honor, babe. We were on the up and up.”
“You were until you read my story and hooked up with Jarvis.”
“Woah, I didn’t think you’d be mad. I thought you would be pleased with my effort.”
She pondered his words. Her husband was a sight on his knees beside a half-naked and now limp-dicked Jarvis.
“You are right. This encounter was out of your comfort zone, Samuel.” The contrast was stark as she admired the ease with which Jarvis displayed himself. “But what’s in it for you Jarvis?”
“I like couples. They charge me up. New people. New activities.”
Hmmm. New activities? Why not try something new? I write naughtily, can I behave that way?
“Gentleman, I appreciate your efforts here, and I thoroughly enjoyed our play. As to your invitation, I’d like to do that next week. ” She tilted her head and eyed them both. A new scene played in her mind’s eye, and she added to the mix, today’s sexy scents and tastes.
“Jarvis, when she gets that look, anything goes. Baby, if you are running the show, you know I’m in.”
“I am at your disposal for anything. Tell me the time and place, and I’ll be there,” said Jarvis.
“Next Saturday, 7 pm. Back here. I’ll book the room.
Georgianna went to her favorite sex toy shop Saturday afternoon. She trusted her intuition to guide her. With Jarvis being adventurous and Samuel a little sheepish for reading her material, Georgianna wanted a fantasy to make things hot. Could she do this? Samuel had watched Jarvis toy with her with his fingers, so maybe Samuel needed to see her do that with Jarvis.
It must have been the energy in the store, but ideas flowed non-stop. Georgianna settled on a vibrating dildo, condoms, and lots of lube.
During the week she had ordered some red leather for the event, so she was ready. She would embody this new persona as best she could. Georgianna always wanted control; that’s what her Ex had taken away from her.
Georgianna arrived at the hotel before the men. After she had prepared the space, she changed into the red leather bustier with cutaways for each breast and a garter belt with black stockings. She slid her hands over her soft breasts, the sleek leather, and the silk stockings. The textures excited her. This outfit which highlighted her naked genitals and full breasts would surprise Samuel. The idea aroused her.
At 7 pm the door opened, and the two men entered, chatting with one another. As they walked into the suite, and Samuel saw her, he froze. Jarvis nodded his appreciation.
“Clothes off, Gentlemen. Put them on the chair over there.”
Jarvis moved quickly; Samuel stood still gawking.
“That was a directive, Samuel. Don’t make Madame G. unhappy.”
A thrill ran through her as she uttered those words. Never had she expected power to feel this good.
“Samuel, say, yes, Madame G.”
Samuel stuttered the words while gazing at her and he began removing his clothes. Jarvis was ahead of him.
“Madame G, how may I serve you tonight?”
“Jarvis, please go over to the bed and kneel on all fours.”
“Samuel, you will follow me to the bedroom, understand? That won’t be a problem, will it? You two told me you would take my directions or be my slaves.”
“Yes, Madam.” She smirked to herself knowing that Samuel was totally out of his element. Glancing over her shoulder, Georgianna saw his hesitant facial expression. His body sent a different message. She beamed at how rock hard he was.
Jarvis had knelt on the edge of the bed, so his sculpted ass was in view when they walked in. For a split second, Georgianna wondered if she could do this, but the feeling of exhilaration and arousal dismissed her doubt.
“Samuel, look how Jarvis has displayed himself so perfectly for me. Go over and stroke his cock and tell me whose is harder.”
Samuel paused and took in the view.
“Wait. Rub your cock between Jarvis’s ass cheeks first.” Samuel turned to her as if he misunderstood the instructions. “It’s what I want, Samuel. Please me. I have lube.”
Madame G picked up the tube and squirted some in her hand and then applied it to Samuel’s erection taking care to make him feel good. Samuel sucked in whistling air. He moved to Jarvis and sandwiched his erection in his crack. He rocked up and down with his body’s weight.
“Good prep, Samuel. Now move over so you can reach his cock.” While Samuel compared cock hardness, Georgianna danced her fingers over Jarvis’s firm body. She bent and rubbed her erect nipples across his ass. New activity, new sensations.
“How are you doing, Jarvis?”
“Very well, Madame.”
“Excellent. Samuel, is his cock hard as yours?”
“Jarvis, I want you flat on your back. Samuel you will kneel beside Jarvis, facing me. I want you to see everything.”
As they got situated, Georgianna retrieved the condoms and vibrator. She opened the condom packet, took the condom out and rolled it down the vibrator. When Samuel turned around, she held it like a conquering tool of an Amazon woman.
“Georgianna, what are you doing with that thing?”
“That’s for later.” She placed it on the bed and went about covering her fingers in lube.
“Jarvis was inside of me; I thought I’d return the favor, and you’d get a front row seat.”
“Yes, Madame. I would love to please you in that way,” said Jarvis. And just like in the bar, Samuel clinched his jaw. Raw arousal.
“We’re going to drive him crazy Samuel. You do a hand job while I work magic to his prostate.” Georgianna massaged Jarvis’s ass as she slipped her fingers between his cheeks and began to stroke his skin. Breathy, wet gasps from Jarvis filled the room as Samuel started fisting Jarvis’s cock. Her sizzling reaction surprised her as these men obeyed her wishes. She wanted more. Change of plan.
“Jarvis, take your cock. Samuel, come behind me. Use your lips.”
Georgianna bent over bracing herself on the bed with one hand. Samuel’s large rough hands caressed her ass as his tongue teased her slippery folds. Samuel’s mouth and tongue never disappointed and with this angle, his bobbing was perfect. As Samuel pushed his tongue into her, she eased her fingers into Jarvis. He stroked his cock faster.
“Yes, Madame. Thank you. That’s the spot.”
Samuel’s fingers dug into Georgianna’s skin, holding her in place as he attended her lips and clit. Every time Samuel pushed into her; she pushed into Jarvis and Jarvis keep the beat with his cock. They created a three-person rhythm. Samuel hummed across her skin like a human vibrator. The sexual aroma hung in the air, and Georgianna licked her lips. Jarvis’s jerky motions signaled his orgasm. Georgianna was lightheaded as her orgasm approached.
“Oh, yes,” said Georgianna. Samuel’s tongue ignited her. As she teetered on the edge of her explosion, her fingers slipped out of Jarvis, and she anchored both her hands beside his hips. She leaned forward, surrendering to the men’s movements and let the delightful sensations engulf her. Samuel remained relentless; he continued to lick, nibble, and suck.
As Samuel consumed Georgianna, Jarvis matched the intensity when he sat up. He wrapped his arms around her and devoured her lips. Enveloped in warm, wet suction, from top to bottom, Georgianna soared again.
As her orgasm subsided, Jarvis pulled her to the bed.
Samuel smacked her ass and chuckled. “Now, let’s talk about that vibrator. Exactly what did you have in mind?”
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