Masturbation Monday: Traffic Jam

Sometimes when you’re stuck and unable to move forward, you just need to sit back, crank up the tunes, and have a wank. Despite who might be peeking or how public the area.


Tired of the impatient drivers honking, I cranked up the volume. The woman singing had a sexy voice and the lyrics… well the lyrics with her voice got me worked up. From what I’d heard on the radio, there had been a bad accident. The cops and crews were trying to get everything cleaned up, but were having a difficult time diverting traffic. My commute just extended itself to a ridiculous amount of time.

The song I loved the most came on and I shifted in my seat. My pants were becoming quite uncomfortable. Adjusting myself wasn’t working, but I didn’t want to turn the music off either. I slid the car in park, then slid my seat back one notch. Glancing around, I noticed the giant SUV next to me, the windows tinted illegally dark. On the other side, the driver was yakking away on her phone.

In a way, I was alone. It was a beautiful day, other than the black smoke billowing up ahead. I closed the windows and turned the a/c down a couple of degrees. My windows were nowhere near as dark as the SUV, but I thought a little privacy was needed.

Closing my eyes, I let the golden voice through the speakers take me along with her. I ran my hands over my shirt, flicking my nipples with my thumbs. A jolt ran through my cock and I swallowed hard. Am I really going to do this in the middle of a traffic jam?

I licked my lips, then unsnapped my jeans. Pushing them open and down slightly, I groped myself beneath the thin fabric of my boxers. Just the thought of this woman touching me, whispering in my ear the naughty lyrics she was singing, drove me deeper into lust. Sliding up my shirt, I pinched my nipple with the beat, light, then hard, then harder.

My cock nearly exploded as I rolled my balls in my hand. “Yeah, baby, keep crooning those naughty thoughts.” I finally gave in to my need and pulled my cock out of my boxers. As I stroked, jizz leaked out, dribbling down. I used it as lubricant since I didn’t have any with me. Keeping my hand loose enough to slide through easily, but tight enough to have friction kept me on edge.

It felt like the vibrations of the song rippled through every nerve and caused little electric sparks along my spine, settling in my balls. I started to ache, needing to come. I tightened my hold and sped my pace up a little faster. Swallowing hard, I opened my eyes, realizing I had nothing to sop up the sticky mess I was about to make.

I spied napkins in the cup holder on my door and grabbed them just as a white jet of spunk erupted. I caught it and covered the head of my cock with the napkin as I continued wanking. When I finished, I leaned my head against the window and looked up just as the window of the SUV rolled back up, the tint hiding the person who had just caught me whacking off in traffic.

Check out who was spying on our naughty driver!


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A Penny for Your Thoughts: Sharing from Your Kindle

We’re all very busy people! Who has time to write reviews? (Please keep writing reviews, I’m being a wee bit sarcastic here!)

There’s a feature I stumbled upon accidentally when I highlighted some text. I knew about highlighting previously – for like reference and to copy and search, or maybe get a definition for a word. However, I had never before seen the Share option! It’s probably been there for awhile. Hell, they probably put an email out that I deleted about the feature – who knows. I didn’t know it was there.

Anyway, you can highlight some text, say a favorite quote from a book you’re reading, click SHARE and bam, choose where you want to share it. Amazon will include some silly text like “Check out this quote” which I promptly delete because tweets only hold 140 characters.

But that’s not all! Wait, there’s more!

The Kindle (Fire or Phone/Tablet App) promptly links to the book! On some it linked directly to the Look Inside and included the ‘Buy’ link at the top. Others linked directly to the book page. So, if you love something you’re reading and want to share it on social media, it’s gotten much easier!

Here are some pretty screenshots I took on my phone to show you:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is a great way for readers and authors to promote the stories they’re reading and enjoying. What are you reading? Find your favorite sentence and highlight it, then share it with the (social media) world. And if you enjoy boys kissing boys, zany adventures across the universe, defeating enemies with music, and lots of naughty sex, check out by the incredibly funny Oleander Plume!

Masturbation Monday: Tease – Part Ten

You have an idea of how much fun it is to read this, but you have no idea how much fun I’ve had causing you to squirm and beg and lust for more about Mack and Piper. I’ve switched back to Piper’s point of view for the finale and I hope you truly enjoy every scintillating sensation.


Madness. Insanity. Crazy.

I was overwhelmed with all three. The way Mack’s tongue tickled along my skin drove me mad. When his teeth bit into my flesh just deep enough to make me wonder if he was a vampire, it drove me insane with need. And when his voice reached through the pleasure and pain of it all, I thought I might be going crazy. Perhaps I had fallen into a coma of pleasure and pain entwined. If so, I never wanted to leave.

Being on the edge, katana sharp, I felt as though I may be spliced in two before Mack let me climax. I didn’t mind, but then again, I did mind. How dare he keep me trussed up like this, unable to touch him, unable to taste him, teasing me into oblivious bliss.

The keening noise I kept hearing, some part of me, knew it was me, begging and pleading for release, to be fucked, to be allowed to reach for that elusive pinnacle of pleasure I needed so badly. His fingers probed my wetness and my muscles clamped down onto them, urging him to keep going, to let me fall. And then they would slip out that hole only to tease my ass cheeks apart, to press and push against my backdoor. I didn’t care where he wanted to stick his fingers, or his tongue, or his cock, as long as he put them all somewhere in me so I could explode and drench him in a tide of sticky juices.

And then I was being shifted again, the ropes pulling this way and that, to his liking. I knew I was replying when he spoke to me, but everything had a dream-like quality to it. His voice rang clear, but mine was fuzzy, like I had one too many tequila shots fuzzy. And then he spanked me.


“C’mon pet, one more time. Come for me.” Click To Tweet


Thrill ran through every nerve-ending, sizzled every synapse. Light exploded behind my half-closed lids and juice ran between my lower lips with every smack. God, I wanted him so much. I couldn’t get enough. Yes, I wanted him to fuck me, but the simple fact that he took the time to turn me into this sensitized submissive over the past few weeks made all the difference.

“You’re leaving quite a puddle on my floor, pet. Remind me to bill you for the cleanup.” Mack’s chuckle rumbled and I swear I felt the vibrations reverberate through me. I was being shifted again, my ass sore and hot from his barehanded whacks. Before I could get my bearings, his lips met mine and we moaned in unison as our tongues twirled and danced.

The ropes on my arms loosened enough that I could wrap them around his shoulders. As soon as I could touch him, I sank my nails into his back muscles. Mack squeezed my ass in his hands and intense sensation rippled through me. When he pulled back from our kiss, his gaze seared my soul. I was his, only his.

We stared into each other’s eyes as his cock pushed into me, the thick head spreading me open for the rest of him. Our gasp as he sank all the way in was one of both relief and need. Just feeling his girth fill me up made it worth the wait. Holding onto each other tight, fingers digging into skin, the weight of the ropes dangling from my limbs, intensified my senses to what I thought was the maximum.

“My beautiful pet.” Mack kissed me again and finally gave me what I wanted. As he moved us, the fire of desire in my belly turned into a supernova. Long strokes followed by short and fast strokes, then back to long strokes, Mack drove me further into madness. “Fuck, you’re so damn wet and hot. I just want to fuck you forever.”


He caressed and soothed me as we caught our breath.


“Sir, please! Can I come?” The whine in my voice bounced off the walls and back into my ears. I’d never sounded so desperate in my life and my life was full of desperate times. I ground my teeth together and clawed into his shoulders again, trying my damnedest to hold back the flood.

“Yeah baby, come for me. I’ll make you explode a few more times, but come for me now.” Mack wrapped one arm tight around my waist and held me close, his other hand clasping the back of my neck. Heat ran from my center to the rest of my body as everything collapsed and then exploded. My ears buzzed and my heart raced as my body collapsed against him.

When I came back to myself, Mack was kissing my nose, my chin, my cheeks. His whispers of praise reached my ears once my hearing returned. I took a huge gulp of air and then he hit my g-spot and my world erupted all over again.

More kisses rained all over my face, Mack’s hold had tightened on me. I was a limp ragdoll in his embrace. I couldn’t hang on to him if my life were in danger. My muscles felt like water. Soreness in my throat told me I’d been screaming as I hit my peak. Mack continued to pump into me, changing his speed and rhythm to whatever suited his needs.

“C’mon pet, one more time. Come for me.” Mack bit my earlobe and swiveled his hips and my body quaked. I bit into his shoulder and he groaned. “Fuck, that’s it for me.” He ground into me, his hold squeezed the air out of my lungs as he let himself go.

Mack leaned against the vehicle in the next slot. My ropes followed. Neither of us spoke right away. He caressed and soothed me as we caught our breath. I clung to him, a little afraid I might fall with how sweaty and sticky we both were, the ropes no longer supported my weight.


I want to lick every inch of you right now.


“Pet. Are you okay?” He whispered in my ear and I squeaked as the heat from his breath hit my skin. My body trembled and another small orgasm fluttered through me.

“Mmhmm.” I nuzzled his neck and when I saw how hard I’d bitten him, a flush filled my face. “Oh hell, I’m sorry, that’s got to hurt.” Reality crashed in and I clung to him.

“I won’t drop you. But I am going to put you on the hood of this car so I can undo your ropes.” The cold hood against my heated skin felt soothing. Mack untied my ankles and rubbed them, then my wrists. “Any numbness? Any pain you aren’t sure about?” Watching him as he massaged my ankles, then my feet, my wrists and then my hands caused tears to prick my eyes.

“I’m perfect, thank you, Sir.” I wanted this with him, all the time. I wanted him to be mine. Did he want me? Did he need me the way I needed him?

Mack kissed me and picked me up. “Fuck it. I’ll clean everything in the morning. Let’s go to bed. I want to lick every inch of you right now.” He carried me up to the apartment on the third floor, laughing as we stumbled a little along the way.

Congratulations! You’ve reached the fantastic finale of Tease! Did you miss something? Want to read it all together? Start from the beginning.


You can find more delicious naughty stories over at Masturbation Monday hosted by the lovely Kayla Lords. If you haven’t submitted your own story as well, and write romance, erotica, or some combination of the genres and sub-genres, please consider doing so.

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A Penny for Your Thoughts: Bound, Gagged, and Stuffed into a Trunk

Last week, I was invited to Skype into Dr. J.’s writer group. The ferocity of our combined energy caused funnel clouds to appear in my area, but hell, what fun it was!

Last week the talented Dr. J. invited me to Skype into her writers group get together. You have no idea how excited I was to peek into the life of an actual writing group that meets on a regular basis, works together, helps each other, and even teaches each other tips and tricks. I don’t have a local writer group. I’m sure if I looked hard enough I could dig one up, but I’m happy with the way things are right now.

Dr. J. did a presentation on SEO, making writing contacts, #BookMarketingChat, and how all of these things made her a better author and how she gained viewers because of the contacts she made. It was so much fun learning all the various things she involved herself in to make more contacts, get more readers, and how it all measured up.

Andrea Patten did a presentation on blogs – showing different ones in order to give people ideas on how they can customize their own design. During her presentation, she talked about inner critic voices, which made me laugh. It was this that gave me the idea for this post because the thought “I bound, gagged, and stuffed my inner critic into a trunk.” popped into my head.

It reminded me of the Native American story people have passed around the internet since its inception about Two Wolves (and, of course longer verbally). One wolf is darkness, hate, greed, and selfish while the other is light, love, compassion, and giving. The wolf that survives inside you is the one you feed. Which is why I bound, gagged, and stuffed my inner critic into a trunk and locked it away.

Yes, I do occasionally doubt myself and my skills, but my friends remind me of all the good things I’ve done and will do. Their sentiments help me feed my muse. I listen to my muse because she (or occasionally he) has excellent suggestions that make you squirming, begging, readers. And I love it when you beg me for more.

So, remember, my lovelies, feed the good side. Find friends that cause interesting weather patterns because you all get worked up into a frenzy. And remember to laugh because life is too damn short to be miserable.

Masturbation Monday: Tease – Part Nine

Welcome to Tease – Part Nine. Right this way to pleasure… and torment.

“Pet. Downstairs now. Get my gear. You know where it’s kept.” Piper extracted herself from me, her hands gliding down my chest to stroke my cock before turning and speeding towards the door. I hadn’t noticed she’d removed her shoes earlier. I had no idea if she was wearing panties.

I stripped, wanting to be naked tonight. When I made it downstairs, I saw she did the same. Her clothing was folded neatly and set on top of the tool chest I kept my rope and other items of torment. She’d pulled out the rope and I found a nice photo in black and white set on top of the coil. “I want you to do that to me.”

Did you miss a part?

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six Part Seven | Part Eight

“I don’t think you’re ready for this yet.” I ripped up the photo and put it out of my mind. With one glance it was racing, sweat beaded my forehead. I wanted nothing more than to make her look like the photo and then use her as my fucktoy. I knew she wasn’t ready. Or, perhaps I wasn’t ready to see her trussed up like that. “Don’t pout at me like that. I’ll make sure to bind you like that sooner than you think.”

Working fast and careful, I had her wrists and ankles wrapped in cuffs. Using the suspension rig, I raised her, legs splayed between two struts. “Now there’s what I’ve been aching for.” Without another word, I sank my tongue between her spread thighs. Piper moaned and I delved deeper.

“Is this what you want, pet?” Another moan was my reply. I kept her on the edge, taking joy in the way she writhed and blubbered. I flicked my tongue against her clit and her thighs twitched as though an electric current ran through her muscles.

I kissed and nibbled my way up her body. Delving my fingers into her tight hole and sucking her nipples made Piper writhe against my mouth and her bonds. It was too much even for me.


“I could do this forever and never get tired of the taste of your skin.”


“You can do this as much as you want,” Piper gasped, “but please tell me you’re going to fuck me at some point, Sir.” Sir was drawn out and turned into another moan when I distracted her with my thumb massaging her clit and my teeth sinking into her flesh for a touch of pain.

“I’ll do to you whatever I want, pet.” I rubbed and squeezed both ass cheeks. I reached up and pulled, then reset the lines holding her ankles. With her ass fully exposed, I gave a playful smack. “I think you need a spanking for being so sassy, but how many smacks?”

With each smack, her cheeks turned pink and the little squeak she made focused my intent on squeezing every ounce of pleasure from both of us that I could. “From the wetness dripping from between your thighs, I have a thought you may be enjoying this.”

“Harder, Sir. You can spank me harder.” Piper’s voice had a dreamy quality to it as if she’d spent the day getting a deep tissue massage. I couldn’t stop the wicked grin from forming and slapped her hard. I watched her flesh ripple.

Reaching between her legs, I slid my fingers up and pinched her nipple. “God, I love how you writhe and gasp and the way your eyes roll when you’re overloaded with pleasure and pain.” I licked and nibbled on her thighs. When I made my way to her apex, I licked her the same way I had the first time, from the top of her ass crack all the way to her clit. I fluttered my tongue against her most sensitive areas.

“Please fuck me. Please let me come, Sir. I’ll do anything, let you do anything.” Listening to Piper beg and plead made me want to give in, to fuck her until I passed out from absolute pleasure. It also made me want to torment her even longer, to listen to her whimper and moan on the edge.

Can you handle more? Then check out Part Ten!


You can find more delicious naughty stories over at Masturbation Monday hosted by the lovely Kayla Lords. If you haven’t submitted your own story as well, and write romance, erotica, or some combination of the genres and sub-genres, please consider doing so.

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