Then he sucked hard and pumped me, once, twice. And I was lost. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t speak. I fisted his hair, trying to warn him, but it only made him look up at me. His dark eyes and his perfect lips around my cock did me in. Then he moaned. I came so fucking hard.
When Portia isn't writing she's usually to be found loafing around watching the television, mostly an eclectic mix of The Mentalist, Marple, Poirot, Time Team and the Barefoot Contessa cooking show. If not goggling at the box, she might be online, or reading the works of Agatha Christie, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Stephen King and John Le Carré. Sometimes several of them at once, which can get confusing.
By slave penny: It was not an ordinary indoor circus. It was small, the luxurious seats located on three steeply rising tiers. Tables between each pair of seats were filled with half full bottles of champagne and other wines, glasses, sumptuous foods and a multitude of sex toys.
So, hell, now I find myself hog-tied, wrists bound to ankles with silky red rope, in the swanky riverside apartment of some guy that, until just over an hour ago, I’d never laid eyes on. All I’ve got on is a pair of black lace panties and a pair of Rupert Sanderson stilettos, having left my dignity somewhere over by the door. I’ve never been tied up before, I’ve never been spanked before and I’ve certainly no idea what’s going to happen next. And I have to say, I think I’m enjoying myself. But how the fuck did I get myself into this in the first place? I think it was something I said.
As most of you will know, I have a personal interest in all things FemDom. As a Domme and Mistress in the BDSM scene it was genuinely thrilling to find an erotica author who writes erotic fiction based around the thrilling power dynamics of Female Dominance and male submission. I have been a supporter of Alex Jordaine’s work in this area for quite some time. The seventh book in his ‘Mistress’ collection of novels is entitled ‘Bound to the Mistress’ and was released in April this year. Although this is his 7th book in the collection, the novels are all stand-alone and so can be read in any order.
Tanith Davenport: This week's erotic author in the spotlight is Tanith Davenport who writes hot erotic fiction and is published by Totally Bound, the Smut Anthologies and many others. You can get a quick idea about which books Tanith has written and been a major part of by browsing her published library of sexy books here...
That’s when I really started to explore what I was doing. I started copying some of the shit I had seen girls doing in those porn movies, like licking around his head, seeing how deep I could push into my mouth, twisting my head from side-to-side as sucked him, all that sort of crazy shit. And I guess some of it worked because Danny started moaning a little bit.
Stirring his appetite not that it needs it, as he’s been stimulated anally three times a day until he’s straining hard in the metal encasement of his cock. Stimulation of body and mind until he’s drooling from cock tip and salivating from the mouth, hungering to free his length and thrust it into warm, wet, tight flesh. Thrust balls deep until he explodes and sates his hunger by using her body.
The evening passed in the usual blur where time speeds up and excitement is at a high. We got closer and closer during the evening and exchanged flirty banter and those looks. You know the ones. Curious, daring, challenging, knowing. Time was escaping us, rushing past in an echo of Alice in Wonderland madness. Swept up in her crazy hotness and wild fire we rebelled and kissed - and our lips then tongues meeting was fire to fire. The taste of not girl, but woman. Full knowledge and comprehension of actions, not some naive innocent who will later regret.
By slave penny: The mere softness of the bed looked so inviting. In fact the imagined comfort of the deep cushioned bedroom chairs would have been pleasure beyond imagination. It had been many years since I had experienced what, at one time, would have been a routine amenity.
Once again, I gave silent thanks for the almost total darkness which covered my flush of humiliation. The sensation of my own cursed wetness smearing and being pulled tightly over my clit and cunt lips, then between my arse cheeks, was almost enough to make me beg for a rough hard fucking. I didn't even care which hole any more. Cunt, arse, either. Both.
Picking up where Gotta Have It left off, Can't Get Enough captures the passion and intensity of quickies and nooners: those delicious times when the urge to merge takes over. Veteran erotica author and first-time editor Tenille Brown has collected stories for Can’t Get Enough that highlight the essence of insatiable desire. With contributions from familiar names like Rachel Kramer Bussel, Jacqueline Applebee and Giselle Renarde, along with newer faces like Monica Corwin and Beatrix Ellroy, this is a book full of diverse and dynamic characters who are bold and daring. The authors here knock the theme of Can’t Get Enough right out of the park with stories that will leave readers as breathless as the characters they’re reading about, dying for more.
A stool scraped the bathroom floor and she heard him settle on the milking stool next to the tub, but she refused to open her eyes. Bottles clanked and new scents competed in the steamy air. She gasped when a familiar hand stroked the tender skin of her stomach. Soap slid over her body and she sighed from the pleasure of the contact. He washed her with a soft touch, tenderly soaping every inch of her skin except for the one place where she wanted it most. Her tits throbbed unbearably and she whimpered at the intensity of the feeling. “Poor dear.” Rumpelstiltskin chuckled. “A little sore today, are we?” “Please.” She arched towards him, but he pulled away. Her eyes snapped open and she saw herself in the mirror. Milk was streaming out of her nipples, staining the water with their creamy elixir.