Come Undone

I haven’t written a Little Story in a while, being busy with Red and that. But inspiration hits you at weird times and last night, I could hear this monologue so very clear in my head, it almost made me cry. My apologies if the brain to page translation isn’t all that.

(Bear with me, Red is coming back soon)

Come Undone

“Elin? You’re awake, aren’t you?”

I couldn’t hide it. And he knew me too damn well to know exactly when I was sleeping.

“Yes, Jase.”

“What’s troubling you? Tell me.” he said, caressing my bare back.

“I’m a wreck, Jase. Trying to be a writer, and not coming up with shit. Trying to take care of the twins. Trying.”

“Hey, you’re doing a pretty good job! I admire you.”

“That’s great, Jase. But what if other girls come along? What if you leave me for someone who’s not an absolute wreck of a person, someone beautiful and that?”

He was quiet for a while. I feared I had angered him, like I usually do when I put myself down like that.

“Do you know that song, Come Undone? You know the video, right? Where Robbie Williams pillocks about in the ruins of a seriously heavy party?

I had one of those days once. I woke up with the mother of all hangovers. It was so bad, I didn’t even remember the previous night. My vision was blurred and I had to blink a few times to actually see where I was.

Next thing I noticed was that I was in my boxers. And I still had on the shirt I wore the previous night. And my tie. I looked down to see some writing scribbled on my arms. A girl’s phone number, in bic blue.

I groaned and tried to stand up. That’s when I noticed there was a girl lying next to me. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember her name, or even meeting her. It hit me that I might have fucked her. But she had all her clothes still on. I hated myself at that moment.

“Fuck. I didn’t even take her clothes off.”

I felt like a disgusting perv and truly hated that I hadn’t given this woman the best I had in me. I never fuck drunk, you know that.

I tried waking her up, but my mouth felt like alcoholic sandpaper, so anything that came out was a faint whimper. I resorted to nudging her. Luckily, she woke up.

She immediately started fussing over me, asking me how I was doing and offering to make me a strong cup of coffee.

I didn’t say no to that.

Over coffee and egg banjos, she told me everything about the previous night. She reassured me that we didn’t have sex, and then told me that she had taken pity on me in the bar and took me home. In between vomming my guts out, I had apparently opened up to her.

She told me that I said that I was flirting with girls to make someone jealous. That I hated seeing her with that other man, because I knew that I’d be so much better for her than that prick she was with. That I loved that girl so much that it made me sick. That I cried my eyes out at night because it was another night not spent in her arms.

She told me that if I really loved that girl, I should fight for her. And I did. I fought for you, Elin. I fought for you till I bled. And every morning I wake up next to you, and every night I fall asleep next to you, I thank whoever is responsible for giving a mutt like me the chance to be with such a brilliant and beautiful woman like you. Now that you’re mine, do you think I’ll ever let you go?”

I silently sobbed. But not silent enough to hide it from him. He held me tight as I fell asleep. And the next morning, I thanked whoever was responsible for giving a bitch like me the chance to be with a gorgeous and amazing guy like him.


Song for Elin

Let me take you back to my story, entitled “The First Time“. It’s the one where Jase and Elin make love for the first time. Well, today, I woke up with a killer of a song in my head, and I decided to incorporate it in a little ficlet, to go with “The First Time”. Hope you enjoy this return to the Little Stories… sorry for the lenght by the way. The story took three days to finish, and it kinda got away from me.

Song for Elin

We had just finished a jogging session in the park. I am never letting Jase talk me into going jogging with him again. The man is a machine! He was just running all over the place… I, on the other hand, was not.

It started to rain halfway through, so we retreated to his flat. He is now making coffee, which he thinks is the best thing to have after a good run.

“Do you want a cuppa?” he asks.

“No thanks. I might start to vibrate with all the adrenalin that’s going through me. If you have some water, I’ll gladly have that, though.”

He takes a bottle of ice cold water from the fridge and brings it to the living room, where I am sitting on his massive Ikea sofa.

I take the bottle and greedily lap up the water. Feels good!

“So. You were telling me about your guitar?”

He had told me how he had been writing a lot as of late and that he’s back to playing with his guitar.

“Yeah.” he says, sitting down next to me with his mug of coffee in his hands. “It’s been liberating to write and play again. Shake off all the stuff of the past. Whoever said music was therapy, was a genius.”

“I’ve been practising some songs, just for kicks, and I have to say that you are right. Music is therapy.”

There is a small silence, pierced by a howling ambulance passing through on the street.

“Ehm..” he says. “I’ve been working on this little diddle. I want to play it for you, but I’m nervous.”

“Don’t be. I’ve heard you play, I’ve heard you sing. Why would you have to be nervous?”

“Because it’s quite personal. It’s close to my heart and I.. I want to know what you think.

“Ok, play it! You’ve made me curious.”

He disappears in to his room and comes back with his guitar. Sits down on the couch next to me.

“Ok. Are you sure?”

“Yeah! Sing me a song, Jase.”

He swallows.

Then, his fingers move to the strings of his guitar. Deftly, he plucks them, and plays the first notes of what appears to be a sensitive ballad. How unlike him…

Then, I hear the lyrics…


Is this the way it’s supposed to happen?

When two best friends fall in love…

All my life I’ve been waiting for someone

Was it you I was thinking of?

For seven years we’ve been sharing the laughter

The songs, the smiles and the tears

You’ve helped me through all the messes

I feel alive with no more fears

There’s a longing deep inside me

It’s getting stronger every day

I just know that I need your lovin’

To chase the demons away


And I wonder.. Do you think of me

Like I’m thinking of you?

And I wonder…

Is this the start of something so brand new


At first, I don’t notice. I just let the music have its way with me. But then it hits me.

It’s about me.


Is it finally time to stop denying

I’m just your friend, but you can’t blame me for trying

I’m hopelessly , head over my heels in love

with you


He stops playing.

“It’s not finished yet, so I don’t..”

“You’re in love with me?” I stutter, nervously.

What follows is the most uncomfortable silence IN THE HISTORY OF MANKIND.

He is the first to speak.

“I am.”

“And you need me?”

“I do.”

I feel short of breath. The sensible part of me wants to hear him out, but another part just wants to run away.

I half stand up and try to walk away, but he stands up and takes my arm.

“Please don’t go. Let me explain. Give me a chance.”

I sit down again. And he speaks.

“All my life, I’ve been waiting for someone to understand me. I’ve been waiting for someone to take me seriously. For someone who I can be myself with.

Then you came along. And I just… I just fell for you.

I am so in love with you. Have been for seven years now. And you have no idea how relieved I feel now that I’ve said it.”

Tears fell down from my eyes, right on the couch.

“But why me?” I whispered. “I’m not your type.. I’m not…”

He put his hand on my shoulder and pulls me into a hug.

“You are. You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved, Ayls.” he whispers into my ear

This doesn’t comfort me at all, by the way. In fact, it makes me cry even harder!

“But I’m useless! I would be the worst… I don’t. FUCK!”

“Please don’t panic. If you don’t feel the same, we’ll just pretend this never happened.”

Another silence.

“But I do. I don’t. I don’t know!”

“Tell me what you feel. Please.”

“I feel… Lately I’ve been feeling strange around you. I get these… bubbles in my tummy… feels quite funny. Light in my head. Giggly…

I don’t know Jase.”

He looks suprised. Taken aback by my revelation.

“Can I kiss you? Oh god, please say yes..” he whispers.

I hesitate for a moment.

And then, out of the blue, I kiss him myself. I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know what I’m feeling. Am I in love with him? Do I feel the same?

All I know is that this kiss feels amazing. His lips are so soft and moist. It is the single most romantic moment of my life.

And it’s with my best friend..

I pull back. He looks into my eyes, dazed, confused, wondering what the fuck is going on here.

I feel dizzy in my head. My breath is raspy and I don’t know what to say. Have I just ruined our friendship?

“Come on, Jase, say something.” I whisper. My voice is trembling. “Please, say something.”

“I love fucking much.” he stutters. “I’ve been waiting so long for your lips…it’s insane! They taste so good.. I want more..”

I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to do. All I know is that…

I want it too.

“Kiss me. Please.” I say, determined.

Before I know it, he dives on me, kissing me with a fierce passion and a deep hunger.

An involuntary moan escapes me. This feels so awkward, so weird, but so, so fucking good.

“Can I … can I touch you?” he pants.

“Where do you want to touch me?” I manage to say.

“U..under your shirt… I want to feel your skin.”

I nod. He slides his hand under my shirt and softly strokes my bare skin.

“Oh god..” he stutters.

What I say next takes me by surprise. But his hands feel so good.. I can’t resist.

“Take it off. Take off my shirt.”

He looks stunned by my request, but immediately gets to work on the buttons. I can’t lie when I say that it’s kind of cute, looking at him fumble and shake all nervous.

When he finally manages to undo the shirt, he stares. Just stares. At my red, lacy, flimsy bra.

His face is worth a thousand pictures.

“Have you never seen Agent Provocateur before?” I giggle.

“You wear Agent Provocateur to a jogging session?”

“I like to look good under my clothes!”

We have a little giggle. Consider it tension relief.

He gives me a kiss on the cheek. “You look like a goddess of love, my dear.”

“Then… wait till you see my panties…”

He smiles devilishly and gets to work on the sweats I’m wearing. As he reveals the panties, he swallows.

“Fuck. Me..”

Something beastly takes over my normally sweet friend. He almost tears off his shirt and dives on top of me. But not before I get treated to one of the most amazing sights in my life.

His body.

Everything from those amazing, muscular arms to the rock-hard pecs and the very impressive six-pack..

Holy shit, is my best friend turning me on? Seriously?

Because, damn, damn, damn! He isn’t vain or anything, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he was! That is an amazing body and he has worked hard for it. He should be proud of himself.

But then I lose track of thoughts as he wraps me up in another mindblowing kiss. This time, there is an urgency about it. An urgency which makes me almost soak through my panties.

Holy fuck, he’s making me wet! Wet and throbbing and horny and…

“Fuck me.” I whisper, to my own suprise. I’m doing a lot to my own surprise today… It’s still awkward by the way.


“FUCK ME!” I cry out. “Take me to your bedroom and ravish me!”

“Are you serious?”

“No! Yes! I don’t know?” I stutter. “I don’t know, Jase.”

He stands up, pulls me up with him and says: “Well, I do know.”

Then, he picks me up and carries me to his bedroom…


View Divine (for Fuck Me Friday)

Seems all I do these days is post stories. Nothing much exciting going on in my life, except the regular exchanges with E Mail Man.

On we soldier, to another Fuck Me Friday, and the prompt “View“. How about a picnic to suit your needs?

View Divine

“Blimey, this view is amazing!” I cried out.

“I knew you’d like it.” he grinned. He had taken me to a nameless hillside in a park near his parents’ house, for a picnic. He had told me that the view was quite spectacular and I was happy to find out that he hadn’t lied.

He spread the checkered blanket and unpacked the picnic basket, while I sat down and admired what lay before me. You could see the entire city from that humble hill.

“Can I interest you in a glass of red wine?” he asked me.

“Sure, I’d love some.”

He poured me a glass and I happily accepted it.

“A toast. To us. Because we make one hell of a couple.”

I gladly toasted to this. We had been together for a year now, and everything was perfect. Jase is everything I could have wished for in a boyfriend.

He was also a really fantastic cook, which had convinced Jade and Hester that he was the one for me. If there was one thing I could appreciate in a bloke, it was cooking skills.

He unpacked a loaf of herby foccacia bread and cut me off a slice. I tasted it, and let out a moan of appreciation.

“Crikey, that is fantastic.”

“All made with these two hands.” he said, raising his hands and showing them to me, like I didn’t know them. I know those hands. And every day I ‘m with Jase, I get more convinced that those hands can actually perform magic.

After loads more of the foccacia, and a good helping of red wine, Jase stood up from his place.

“What’s this?” I said.

“Elin, sweetheart. I have to ask you something. Stand up for a second.”

I did what I was told to do. It didn’t click right away. I didn’t have the slightest idea of what he was going to do.

He took hold of my hands and said: “Babe. I can’t express how much I love you in mere words. But, as always, I’m going to do my damn best to try. When you told me you loved me too, my heart leapt with joy. I’ve loved you, admired you, lusted after you for so many years. And to finally be able to hold you in my arms… I never want to let you go. So…”

He fumbled with something in his pocket. It wasn’t until I saw what it was, and what it made him do, that I realised what he was going to do.

As he got down on one knee and opened the little red box, my heart leapt.

“Elin Murphy… will you do me the honor of being my bride? Will you marry me?”

“Holy shit!” I cried out. “Of course I will!”

He beamed at me and slipped the ring on my finger. Then, he stood up again, and hugged me.

“I love you so much!” he cried out. “And I promise I’ll be a good husband.”

“And I’ll be a good wife!”


We hugged and kissed for minutes on end.

After a while, we lay down on the blanket and had more red wine.

“I can’t believe we’re getting married.” I said, sloshed on red wine. “That’s like, a really cool thing to do!”

“Are you drunk?” Jase giggled.

“I may or may not be…”

“We better stop drinking the wine.”

“I have a better idea… you wanna shag?”

“What? Here? There are other people in the vicinity, you lush!”

I rolled on top of him, which made him giggle again. “Other people should shag to, it’s great!”

“Whilst I don’t doubt that shagging is great, I don’t think we should do it here.”

I shushed him by kissing him hard. He kissed me back. It felt so forbidden and so good, in this public place.

“Mmmm.. on the other hand..” he moaned. Then, he rolled over, so that I was on the bottom. He got to work on his zipper and hiked up my nothingness of a skirt, under which I was wearing the flimsiest of panties. He pulled them aside and positioned himself so that he could enter me without a glitch.

When he did finally enter me, I did my best not to cry out. He covered my mouth with his hand, which felt quite kinky.

He moved now, back and forth, back and forth, keeping his hand on my mouth. I tried to restrain myself from screaming out his name, the name of the love of my life, my future husband.

He became almost animalistic in his movements, like a panther eyeing his prey. His growls were primal, his thrusts manic.

It didn’t take me long to come. My screams were muffled by his hand. He came too, his hot seed spilling inside me.

He collapsed on the grass, moments later.

“Jesus, that was good.” he whispered hoarsely.

“Promise me that, when we’re married, the sex will stay this good.” I said, breathlessly.

“Pïnky swear.” he said, hooking his pinky in mine.

We cleared up our space and headed over to his folks’ house to tell them the good news.

I’m engaged to the love of my life. Surely, that’s amazing?

Oh Captain (for Wank Wednesday)

Another naughty story for Wank Wednesday! Sorry if it’s a bit crap, but my Little Stories muse isn’t present at the moment. Who’s turn is it to amaze you with their sexual adventures and devilish debauchery? I give you: Hester Tierney, Elin’s collegue, and her hunky rugby playing boyfriend Joe. If you’d like to join in, I redirect you to here.

Oh Captain

I would do anything for Joe. Jump through hoops, walk on hot coles, go through the fire for him.

Even stand on a muddy field, in the pouring rain on a Wednesday afternoon, to watch him play rugby. So, I did. That Wednesday, I stood on the sidelines, supporting Joe, the team captain, and his mates, while they played their match.

“GO ON REDS!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. Joe spotted me, right before he went into the scrum, and gave me a little wink. Winking was our thing. I gave him the thumbs up.

“GO ON STAFFORD, GET ‘EM!” a man next to me screamed. “Stafford” was Joe’s last name, so it was nice to know that he had a fan.

Stafford got ’em in the end.

The Reds won their match, and all thanks to my boyfriend!

Joe ran past me, to the showers, but not before giving me a little kiss on the cheek. His mates laughed at him, but he stood up for our love and said “The captain has his privileges!”

Did I mention I’m dating the Captain?


After the shower and the post-game drink, we happily toddled home.

The rest of the day went by quietly, without any noteworthy events.


I thought Joe was sleeping, so I took some time to do the washing up. I was about to put his dirty rugby kit in the machine, when I felt a presence behind me.

Suddenly, someone covered my eyes.

“Guess who?”

The voice was instantly recognisable. That Northern rumble that had become so familiar to me. It was Joe.

“Is it a vampire, coming to get me?” I joked.

“If you want me to be.” he whispered in my ear. He bit my earlobe, which made me squeak in delight.

“Don’t turn around.” he said. He leaned in to me. His strong body on mine was always a turn-on.

“I thought you were sleeping.” I asked him, as he kissed my neck.

“Oh, I’m sleeping alright. It’s just that something in me woke up.”

I noticed. I could feel his hard-on pressing against my back. Then I could hear him unzip.

“So, what do you want to do about it?”

“Fuck you against this washing machine. That’s what I want to do about it.”

“Jesus, you’re direct tonight.” I pointed out.

“Only because I fucking love you and I know that you’re not that shy.”

“Alright, let me just turn on the machine…”

“Fuck. The machine. Hester.”

“But I need to get…”

He wasted no more time and practically ripped open my skirt and my knickers.

“Joseph Stafford, that was a perfectly good skirt and an excellent pair of knickers!” I cried out in mock-disgust. He just chuckled.

He ordered me to spread my legs and guided his cock into my pussy. Then, he pushed me down on the surface of the washing machine and thrust into me.

The angle was straining my back, but it was soooo good. It was the dirtiest thing I had done all week, save from the washing up. He knew exactly what I secretly desired and what I had been fantasising about all day long.

As he slid his cock in and out of me, he whispered: “Say my name. Moan it.”

“Oh Joe, that feels so good.” I moaned. “Give it to me, Joe!”

“Wait. Call me captain.”

“Oh captain!” I cried out, happily stroking my boyfriend’s ego.

The sound of his balls slapping against my ass and him sloppily kissing every inch of skin he could reach drove me wild. It didn’t take him long to go over the edge. He was a tad too excited, I think.

Still, the familiar sensation of his seed spilling into me and also a bit on the floor was a good one.

But he was not giving up. He was going to keep going until I came. He drove me to a frenzy and made me shout out “Oh captain!” again and again.

When I finally came, I came with a faint “Oh Joe..”

He pulled out and turned me around. His eyes were sparkling with mischief.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?”

“Isallgood.” I slurred. “Allfine.”


He picked me up and carried me towards the couch. Then, he covered me with a blanket and let me watch telly whilst he did the washing up. And he also supplied me with a pair of his comfy boxers, which I happily put on.

We’re a good couple. Me and the Captain.


In keeping with the ongoing Summer Love series, I decided to do one about our favorite diamond geezer, Jase. Join him, as he recounts his first time with the gorgeous Layla. Beware, it’s a corker of a story, but I hope you enjoy it… Please, feel free to comment.

Layla (You Got Me on My Knees)

“So, what did you girls talk about all night?” I asked Elin, late that night. We were lying in bed, chest to chest, nose to nose, legs entwined. It felt so deliciously intimate.

“Ehm… let’s see, we had a Doctor Who marathon, which was fun. Then, we gossiped about work a bit. And then, we talked about summer loves.”

“Summer loves? Holiday sweethearts and that?”

“Yep. There were some… interesting stories told.”

This made me wonder who Elin talked about. Knowing her, it was probably some muscular Spanish bloke. You know the type.

“So. Tell me about your summer love. I’d love to know who she was.”

I fell silent. I only had one summer love ever. And I remember her well.

“Jase? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, fine. It’s just.. a long time ago, you know.”

“It’s ok if you don’t want to. I was just curious.”

“No. I want to.”

So I began.

It was the summer before I turned 19. I was one of few classmates who wasn’t going on holiday abroad. Therefore, I was a loser, because this, my mates had assured me, was my summer of love. I was 18, young, free, and good looking. This naturally meant that I was to come with them on their babes and booze holiday in Cherssonisos, Greece.

Ehm. No.

I wisely stayed at home, deciding on taking a summer job at a restaurant nearby.

I had noticed her on my first night there. A beautiful, leggy, strawberry blonde creature of perfection, with a smile to die for and eyes you could drown in.

I made a beeline for her table and made it my business that she and her family were treated like royalty. This move payed off, because, lo and behold, they were there again the next night.

And the next.

And the next.

By the fifth night of me working there, I had seen more of that girl and her family then of my own mother. Not that I was complaining. Oh no. I had been dreaming about her. Wondering if she would come back the next night.

And there she was!

I hovered around her table forever. But never seemed to get her attention.

Desperate for a break from the procedings, I slipped outside and lit up a sneaky cig.

“Got a light?”

The most beautiful, sexy, husky voice called out to me, in the dark of the back alley. I turned, and nearly swallowed my cigarette.

It was her. In all her perfect glory.


I passed my lighter to her, and she lit up her cigarette.

“So, is there any reason why you’re so hell-bent on waiting on our table every night?”

“Well, I have discovered that your parents are excellent tippers.” I said, chuckling.

“Really? I thought it was because you liked me…”

“Well, that too.”

She smiled. “I’ve been watching you ever since the first night.”

“Really? Then I would make it my business that we get to know each other. I’m Jason. Jase for short.”

“Layla. Pleasure to meet you. So…want to make out?”

To say that I was taken aback would have been the understatement of the year.

“Oh, don’t look so shocked.” she said. “We both knew that this was coming. There is this heat between us that I can’t define. I can see it when you look at me. Don’t tell me that you haven’t gone home fantasising, rubbing your hard dick thinking about me?”

“Jesus, you don’t half mince words, do you?” I said, swallowing hard.

Of course it was true. Of course I had thought about her in that way. Her long legs wrapped around me, her moist pussy, her perfect tits… God, I was getting hard right there!

And, of course, she noticed.

“Looks like little Jase wants to come out and play.” she said, grasping my crotch tightly.

“What kind of an evil harpy are you?” I stuttered. But then, I relaxed, as she kissed me. Her lips were so soft, like velvet.

“A good evil harpy.” she whispered against my lips.

I wanted her. I had only known her properly for five minutes, but fuck me, I wanted her. There was, however, one small detail that couldn’t be ignored.

As she continued to kiss me, I tried to push her off me. I succeded, eventually.

“I…I.. I’m a virgin.” I bumbled, like a second grade Hugh Grant.

She looked at me for a minute. And then smiled. “I’ve never met a male virgin before. This could get interesting.”

I was trembling in my boots. What was this devil girl going to do to me?

“We have to make this extra special. I mean, it is your first time, we have to make it count for something. We have to do it in a very romantic place.”

“Eh… how about just my bedroom?” I said, not being helpful at all.

“If you want to. When are you off home? I could slip away from my parents and they won’t realise a thing.”

“Give me an hour and I’ll be off home.”


That was, I swear to God, the slowest hour of my life. I trembled so hard, that I nearly dropped about a million plates and glasses.

Finally, the hour was up, and I could go home. She was waiting at the door for me.

“My parents think I’m at a friend’s house. Let’s go.”

On our way home, I cherished the little moments. Her hand in mine, the cool summer breeze on my flustered skin, the sound of footsteps.

There it was. Home.

My parents weren’t there. Their new old Mazda wasn’t anywhere in sight.

I led her in, upstairs to my room. 

I sat down on the bed and waited for her to stop inspecting my room. 

“Oh, you love martial arts. You must be a tough bloke.” 

“I used to be.” I said. “Till about an hour ago, when a leggy lady tried to manhandle me in a back alley.”

She laughed. “Yeah, sorry for that. I just couldn’t help myself. You’re fit! Come on, get undressed. I want to see what we’re working with.”

I obliged, and shyly stripped off in front of this strangely bewitching girl. 

Before long, I was naked.

She gave me the once-over. “You have a beautiful body, Jason. Don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise.” she said, smiling.

I swallowed. Felt very self-concious. Then, it all seemed to click. She touched me, gently, her deft fingers sliding over my chest, and towards the place where eternity knows no bounds, better known to me as my hard cock.

I’ve never been touched there by a woman. So when her fingers reached my cock, I relished the sensation. Moaned in delight. 

“You like that, don’t you? You like me touching you there, in your most intimate of places?” 

I nodded, not being able to speak.

“Do you want more? Do you want me?” 

“Yes.” I breathed.

She told me to sit on the edge of the bed. What happened next, succeded all my expectations.

She started to strip. Slowly, sensually, stripping every layer of clothing, until she stood in front of me, naked. Then, she took something out of her handbag.

She grinned. “Condoms. I’m always prepared.”

I couldn’t care less. I was too busy staring at the beautiful naked lady standing in front of me.

I lay down on the bed, waiting for her to finish putting the rubber thing on. Cherishing her fingers on my cock.

Then, she crawled on top of me.

“Tell me when you’re ready.” she said.

I took a deep breath, cleared my mind of all possible thoughts and niggles… and decided I was finally ready. I nodded at her.

“You sure?”


She smiled again. Such enchantment. She took hold of my stiff member and lowered herself on top of it.

“Alright. I’m going to move now.”

She gently moved up and down, slow at first. I couldn’t believe it. I was actually having sex with someone. And it felt amazing. Being inside her hot, moist pussy, after so much fantasising… Of course, it was not to be the longest wait I ever had to endure to be with someone…

The first wave of pleasure hit me. I managed a little, silly moan, which made her laugh.

But then, it was not a laughing matter anymore. She had quickened her pace, and soon, I was writhing underneath her, trying not to cry out in extacy. Just the sight of her beautiful body made me weak in the knees. I caressed every inch, cherishing every moment, trying to convince myself that this wasn’t some illusion.

It didn’t last any longer. I came, arching, writhing, sick with desire for this stranger.

She came too. With a long, drawn out moan of my name, my full name, not my nickname.

The next morning, my mum found us cuddled up in bed. It was a sweet sight to behold, she would later tell me.

For the next 2 months, we regularily saw each other, at the restaurant and in my bedroom. We fucked every day we were together. When we said goodbye at the end of the holiday, it broke my heart.


“Wow, that was pretty intense.” said Elin, caressing me softly. We were still chest to chest, nose to nose. Still deliciously intimate.

“It took me a long time to forget her. She taught me everything I know. But let’s not dwell on the past. Let us consider the now.”

With that, I kissed her. And all memories drifted away happily.

But still…

Feel (for Fuck Me Friday)

The prompt is here. Another sensation for Fuck Me Friday and this week, we’re going with “Feel”. Let’s see what kind of smutty goodness I can come up with…


I needed it. I wanted it. Badly. I had the shittiest week in my entire life and I needed to relax.

Nothing like a massage to take away my worries.

Seashell Dayspa was a local spa near my house. I had only been there once before, just to pick up a friend. It had struck me how big the building was, with white and blue walls and sofas the size of my flat.

Now that I was back there, it struck me again.

I walked up to the receptionist, sitting behind her desk, busily chatting with someone on the phone.

“Ehm.. Hi.”

“Hang on a moment.” she said to her caller. “Hello. Welcome to Seashell Dayspa. How can I help you?”

“I had a three o’clock appointment for a massage, under the name Houghton.”

She tinkled with the keyboard for a second, then looked up at me, smiling.

“Alright Ms Houghton, if you just take a seat right there, someone will be coming for you in a few minutes.”

I smiled back and walked over to the massive couches.

At least they’re friendly here.


After a few minutes, I was knee-deep in the latest issue of Grazia, reading about another celebrity engagement, when a soft, lyrical male voice called my name.

“Eve Houghton?”

“Yes?” I said, turning around, looking dead in the eye of a very, very beautiful man.

“I’m David, your massage therapist for the day. Would you like to come with me?”

Yes. And then some.

I followed David the massage therapist to a small, but comfy looking room, at the back of the building.

“If you could just take off your clothes, then we will get started. There are some towels there to cover yourself up with. I’ll leave you be for a minute.”

I nodded and watched him leave the room. Fine arse, that one. All tight and pert in those white pants. No Eve! Mustn’t get naughty thoughts here. We must relax.

I removed my clothes and put them on the clothes hanger. As I wrapped the towel around me, David came in again, smiling.

“Alright, if you lay down on the table, face down, then we can begin.”

I obliged. The table was very comfortable, and it didn’t take me long to get adjusted.

“Now, I will be using massage oil. Have you got a preference for a scent? I’ve got eucalyptus, lavender, you name it.”

“I’ll take eucalyptus. Maybe that will clear up my lungs.”

“Have you come down with a cold?” he said, whilst trickling the oil on my naked back.

“I’ve got a sinus infection, so if I sneeze during this, I do apologize.”

“That’s ok.”

He soon proved I was in good hands by skillfully kneading the muscles in my back and my legs. I sighed a sigh of relief. I was right to come here.

“Does that feel good?”

“Mmm. Good.” was all I could muster. I was enjoying this.

His hands were soft and his fingers long. They felt so good, digging into the tender flesh of my back.

“Do you feel my fingers? My hands?”

“Mmm. They feel amazing.”

“How’s the pressure?”

“Fantastic. Keep doing what you’re doing.”

His hands slid down to my lower back, which made me groan in pain.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did that hurt?” he asked me.

“I’m a little tight there. Old injury. Please be careful.”

“I will. So, Ms Houghton. How’s life for you?”

“Fine. No, actually it’s not, it’s shitty. I’m having a horrible week. Lost my job, lost my man, I’m fucking numb on the inside. Can’t feel a thing.”

“Oh dear. Sounds like you needed a massage then.”

“Forget massages, what I need is angry sex with a total stranger.” I joked.

“Well, if you’re being serious, I’d like to volounteer.”

“You’re kidding. Why?”

“Well, you’re beautiful, for starters. You have soft, smooth skin. Like a white lily. I mean it, you are ridiculously sexy.”

“Well, you’re not so bad yourself. With your soft hands and your devilish smile..”


I sat myself upright and faced him. The towels dropped and I heard his breath falter.

And then he kissed me, and it was soft and warm and tender. His lips were like candyfloss. I moaned against him, arching my back into him.

“One thing you’ve got to learn about me, Eve, is that I don’t do angry sex.”

“What do you do?”

“I’d like to think about it as happy sex.” he chuckled. He unzipped his pants and took out his cock. I was impressed. It was already hard. Long and hard and, oh, did I mention gloriously long?

I stood up from the table. He turned me around and spread me open. The next sensation I felt was his cock sliding deep inside me. He held on to my breasts, caressing them as he thrusted, again and again. Slow, but certain, he built up a rythm.

I moaned, softly, as I would do on any other occasion. I’m not very loud in bed. More quivery and enjoying it quietly.

“What’s the matter, Eve?” he asked me, stopping in his tracks. “Is it not good? Is that why you’re quiet?”

“Feels amazing. I’m not so loud. Just keep going.”

“But don’t you want to be loud? Don’t you want to let it all out? Don’t you want to scream out my name and come shivering like a maniac?”

He thrusted again, harder than before.

“Don’t you want that, Eve?”

It was just the way he said it, the intonation he gave my name, that made me want to scream.

“Don’t hold back. Just let it go.”

He thrusted again, and again, and again, but I couldn’t let go.

Until he whispered in my ear. “Let go, Eve. Please.”

With one final thrust, he sent me straight over the edge, crying out his name. It wasn’t too loud, but it was a start.

“There you go.” he whispered. “Good girl.”

We never finished that massage. We just stood there, me naked, him with his cock out, hugging for a while.

He had made me feel again. And I was damn thankful for that.

Conference (for Wank Wednesday)

This week’s prompt for the very delicious Wank Wednesday is “conference”.  Let’s see what we can do with that… I know! Let’s not do an Elin/Jase story for once! God knows those two deserve a break…



The first day of the National Sci-Fi Geeks conference had finally arrived and I was ready and roaring to go. As a card-carrying Doctor Who fan, this felt like my natural habitat. I was home!

When I walked into exhibition hall 1, my jaw dropped. So many stalls, so little time. I headed to the Doctor Who stall.

Once there, I was surrounded by a myriad of men and women, dressed as various characters from the show. Ace, Leela, Romana, Donna, you name it, every companion was represented. I myself was dressed as Sarah Jane Smith, played to perfection by the late Elisabeth Sladen.

I quickly bought some stuff, including the new series 5 dvd, and a Matt Smith action figure. Then, I made my way to Conference room 1. Already there was a crowd forming. The people had gathered for the opening speech and a talk by former Doctors Sylvester McCoy and Paul McGann.

I took a seat in the back of the room and listened to the creator of the event talk about uniting men and women through the medium of fandom.

I was so concentrated on the speech, that I didn’t notice a man sitting down next to me.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” he whispered. I turned round to him. My jaw dropped. There, dressed as my perennial favorite Doc, Tom Baker, was the most gorgeous guy I had ever seen!

” No, go ahead. Running a little late?” I whispered back.

“I got lost. Right between Blake’s 7 and Battlestar Galactica.”

“Ooh, not a nice place to be.” I joked, for no reason. He smiled a gorgeous smile.

“Scott Lisbert. Nice to meet you Sarah Jane.” he said, shaking my hand.

“You can call me Elspeth. Elspeth McQueen. Ellie for short.”

“Hi Ellie. So, you here for McGann or McCoy?”

“McGann. Just for listening to him. He has a sexy voice. You?”

“I thought India whatsername was going to be here. I love her on the Eighth Doctor adventures. Instead, I’m stuck with Sylvester…”

This made me giggle. Funny one, that.

In the meanwhile, Sylvester and Paul had taken the stage and were answering questions on the audio adventures and their brief stints on the show. I listened to Paul for a while, his deep, unidentifiable accent, but then decided on something.

I like Scott better.

“Hey.” I said, giving him a tap on the shoulder. He turned round.

“Want to get out of here and get something to drink?”

He looked at me for a second. Thought about it. Then said yes.

We escaped the busy room and went to the cafeteria, where they were serving lunch. It was awfully quiet there, strange for such a busy event. Good. More chance to get to know him better. Yes, I had taken an interest in him. Can you blame me? His brown curls, cheeky smile and beautiful eyes… not to mention, he was dressed as Tom Baker and I was dressed as Lis Sladen. We matched!

“So, when did you get into Doctor Who?” he asked me.

“Grew up with it. I was three when I first saw it. Scared the bejesus out of me. Colin Baker was the Doctor back then.”

“I remember Mark of The Rani! I thought it was brilliant! But Tom Baker is still my favorite. Robot is the best.”

“I LOVED Robot. First Baker I saw. And I love Harry and Sarah Jane and The Brig and all that!”

We talked for hours. It was only late that I noticed it was getting dark outside.

“I should go to my hotel.” I said, sad that I couldn’t spend more time with Scott.

“I should too. Where are you staying?”

“Langford Hotel.”

“That’s not far off. Shall I walk you there?”

“I would love that.”


It started to rain, but I didn’t care. I was in good company. Scott walked me to my hotel. We should have parted company, right here and then.

But I didn’t want to.

“Scott? Will you come up with me? I have some champers in my room, we could talk and drink.”

“Ehm… ok. Why not?”


We must have looked the part. Sarah Jane and The Fourth Doctor walking towards the elevators in a fancy hotel. I hoped that the attraction was mutual.

Turns out, it was.

As soon as the elevator closed, he pinned me to the wall and kissed me ferociously. His lips felt amazing on mine.

That’s why I was dissapointed when he broke it off.

“Sorry. But I really, really am attracted to you. And I want you. Badly. I’ve never seen anyone look this good in a white trenchcoat.”

“I haven’t seen anyone look this good in a Tom Baker scarf…”

“Oh god, I wish this elevator would stop!” he cried out.

As if by magic, it stopped on exactly the right floor. We rushed out to my room and I fumbled with finding the key in the pocket of my trench.

Finally, I found the key. I opened the door, trembling with anticipation.

The door flew open and we stumbled inside, throwing the door shut again.

Soon, there was a sea of clothes thrown on the floor. My trench, his trench, his hat, everything.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful.” he whispered.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” I said, stepping away from him and admiring his physique. He was quite toned, with strong arms and the beginnings of a washboard stomach. Just the way I liked them.

He pulled me close and kissed me, this time tender and caring. His hands slid down my back, towards my bum. I made a squeaky noise when he squeezed it.

In a flurry of kisses, he lay me down on the bed. He crawled on top of me and kissed me more.

The cool sweat fluttering off our hot skin, mingling, fusing our bodies together. An ultimate sensation of bliss shooting from the top of my spine to my head. I was high on this guy.

He spread me open and entered me. His cock felt gloriously hard and long inside me.

He thrusted once, twice. Hard and fast, to see just what I wanted.

“More.” I growled. “Give me more, Scott.”

“Call me Doctor.” he grunted.

“Oh Doctor, more!”

He built up a pace, thrusting harder and harder every time. I held on to him tightly, as he screamed out my name, then called me Sarah Jane by mistake.

“It’s alright, call me Sarah Jane.” I whispered, breathlessly.

As he went over the edge, he tenderly whispered “Oh Sarah.” in my ear.

He kept thrusting till I came, the crowning moment of this fantastic day. My pussy spasmed and my legs shook and I was all over the place.

He held me till I stopped shaking.

“My dear Ellie. So beautiful and magnificent. Like poetry.” he whispered in my ear.

He fell asleep next to me.

The following morning, we went to day two of the conference together. We held hands all the way through. The Doctor and Sarah Jane had found each other. But this time, they were meant to stay together.



For Elisabeth and Tom. Thanks for the memories.

Smell (for Fuck Me Friday)

Another week, another sensation for Fuck Me Friday. This time, it’s “smell”. If you want to participate, you can do so here.



On Monday, he brought me lavender. The entire house smelled like the Provence. I took some of it and made a lavender-chocolate tarte for him, as a thank you. We fed each other the tart.

“This is as delicious as you are.” he said

He kissed me so passionately that night that I had to sit down for a while after that. I was just too dizzy…


On Tuesday, he brought me a big sunflower. “For my girl. Because you bring the sun to my heart.”

I nearly fainted from the sheer volume of romance.


On Wednesday, he surprised me in the shower, with a new shower gel that smelled like chocolate.

I took the liberty to soap him down and relished this oppertunity to touch his athletic body again. I ran my hands over his shoulders, his pecs, his gorgeous stomach and his pert, muscular bottom.

By the time I finished with him, his cock was proudly erect and wanting more.

Of course we fucked in the shower. Our wet bodies coming together, the feeling of the water trickling down my skin… electrifying.


On Thursday, there was a bundle of Forget-Me-Not on the table when I came home from work. He was in the kitchen, cooking something terribly complicated.

He had a flower behind his ear.

This time, it was my turn to surprise him. I snuck up behind him and pinched his bum. Cheeky minx, me.

He fed me what he had cooked, naked on the couch. I felt like a goddess being fed by one of her underlings.

Later on, this goddess made her underling eat her out. The things Jase can do with his tongue… Amazing.


On Friday, he brought me a bouquet of lilies. They smelled like summer.

He took a lily and caressed my naked skin with it. We spent hours in our bed, lazing about, playing with the lilies.

The sensation was immaculate.

The love-making that followed, was not.


On Saturday, it rained. We got caught in the rain and returned home soaking wet.

We dried each other off.

When the rain stopped, we went for a walk outside. The air smelled like rain.

It was a magic moment. It made us kiss in the middle of Leicester Square. People looked, but I didn’t care. I had my man with me.


On Sunday, he finally caved. He brought me red roses.

I was so moved by the fact that he had bought me my favorite flowers, that I took him to the bedroom.

We shagged, made love, fucked, anything you’d like to call it. We just did it together. I felt connected to my lover.

My lover.

My boyfriend.

My soulmate.

The man who buys me roses and then tells me I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.

I love him.

Practice (A Wank Wednesday Joint)

Another week, another Wank Wednesday challenge. This time around, we’re having fun with the word “practice”. Link to the page is here

Disclaimer: “The Rocketship” is something I made up. Thank you to Cosmopolitan for giving me the idea of the “Love Seat” position.



Being a skilled lover takes practice, apparently. I’ve never considered myself to be a delight in bed. Not until Elin actually told me that I was the best lover she had ever had. That flattered me enormously.

I have my ways in bed. My little tricks of the trade. But there is always room for improvement.

One night, whilst Elin was taking a shower, I took a peek in her book cabinet. I knew that she was a lover of the lady lit, so I was keen on finding out what she liked to read, so I could buy her a book sometime.

At first, the normal titles. Marian Keyes, Jodi Picoult, you know the story.

And then, just when I thought I had a pretty good picture of what my baby was reading, I stumbled upon something. On the bottom of the rack was a collection of books… about sex.

I know, I know, it’s not exactly shocking, is it? But still.

Hot Sex. The Sex Bible. Sextacy. The Advanced Kama Sutra. Holy shit, my girlfriend is in the know!

My insecurities started playing up again. What the heck did she expect from me? I don’t know anything about advanced Kama Sutra! Let alone regular!

I picked up one of the books and started leafing through it. Unfortunately, it was the advanced Kama Sutra one. My dick started wincing. Holy shit, what the hell was that? Legs akimbo, hands flying about… is this what she wants?

“Oops. Busted!”

At that exact moment, Elin walked into the room, wearing her comfy blue bathrobe.

I dropped the book and started stammering. “I..I…I… Oh dear.”

“I will give you five hundred pounds if you tell me what is going through your mind right now.”

“Five hundred pounds will not cover it… Babe, is this what you want?”

I picked the book up again and showed her a picture of a man and a woman. The man, who had his legs in the air… no, I’m not going there. It’s kind of hard to explain. The position was called “The Rocketship”. For some reason.

She looked mortified.

“Ugh, no, put that away! That must hurt like fuck!”

I put the book down and breathed a heavy sigh of sort of relief.

“Why do you have these books?” I asked her.

“And why shouldn’t I have them? I enjoy reading and I enjoy sex. And I’m eager to learn.”

“But do you want me to do all those mad things to you?”

“What, like the Rocketship? Fuck no!” she laughed. “Haven’t I told you already? You don’t need all those fancy positions. I like things just the way they are and not even Tracey Cox or Advanced Kama Sutra can come between me and my opinion of our sex life.”

“But what do you want?”

She cheekily grinned.

“I want my lover to take this heavy and uncomfortable bathrobe off me. I’m naked under there, you know.”

I stalked towards her and undid the zipper of her bathrobe. She was indeed naked under there.

I kissed her, relieved that she didn’t want any outlandish things in the bedroom. She was still wet from the shower. And she was purring for more.

“Babe… there is just one thing…”

I stopped dead in my tracks and swallowed. What did she have on her mind?

“There is one position in there that I really want to try.”

“Great. Just fucking great.”

She took the book in her hands and leafed through it, until she found the page.

“The Love Seat?”

I looked at it. Studied the picture. And finally came to the conclusion that…

“We should try it.”


Soon, I was lying naked on my back, with my head and shoulders propped up with a pillow and my legs open. Needless to say, I felt a little exposed…

But soon, everything was alright again, as Elin lowered herself on top of me.

“Are you sitting comfortably?” I asked her.

“Sort of. Watch out, because I’m going to move now.” 

Both her hands were on my hip bones. She used them to move up and down my shaft. I tried to relax, and remarkably succeeded into easing myself in the position. 

Soon, everything was a blur again. Senses were heightened, goosebumps were all over my body. I gently stroked her soft breasts from behind, which felt amazing. The tender flesh had also burst out in goosebumps. Her nipples were standing proudly erect, due to my rough fingers tracing over them.

She moaned in extacy.

“Jesus, Jase, I can’t hold it anymore. I might come!” she cried out.

“Then come. Let me hear you go over the edge.”

She came, crying out and shaking all over.

I held her till she relaxed again. She smiled at me.

“What about you? You didn’t come.”

“Doesn’t matter. As long as you do it. Fine by me.”

“No, but you must come!” she insisted. Then, she stood up on the bed, turned around and lowered herself down to my crotch, where my still-erect cock was waiting for her. The little devil.

Her lips on my cock? My idea of heaven.

It takes a lot of practise to become a skilled lover. But today… I believed I was one. Making your girlfriend come is an incredible feat. And an incredible feast…


Listen (for Fuck Me Friday)

Prompt page is here. Anyone up for a dirty telephone conversation? I know one couple who definitely are… (it’s Elin and Jase, btw, in case you hadn’t guessed).




“Hi babe. Just wanted to call you, and hear your voice.”

“Oh hi. Sounds like you had a rough day.”

“Someone became sick in the bar. I had to call an ambulance.”

“Oh shit. Is he going to be alright?”

“Yeah, he’ll be fine. Presuming he doesn’t get dehydrated. So… how’s your night going?”

“Ah, swell. Piles of work for this month’s edition. Wish you were with me.”

“Same here. Can I ask you something?”


“What’s my baby wearing tonight?”

“Do you believe me when I say that I’m in just my bra and knickers?”

“Ooh, nice. Those frilly ones that I bought for you?”

“Yep, the red ones from Ann Summers.”

“Mmm. I’m picturing you in them.”

“Thinking dirty thoughts?”

“Yes. Care to join in my headspace?”

“Sure. What are you wearing?”

“Those black boxers you bought me last week.”

“Oh, nothing but that? Sweet. What’s on your mind?”

“Your lips on mine. You taste like the forbidden fruit, so soft and warm. I bite your lip and you let out a little squeal.”

“Mmm. Then you kiss my neck and leave a little mark. You’re in a biting mood today. Are you perhaps secretly a vampire?”

“I would tell you but then it wouldn’t be a secret anymore… Can I lick your neck? Taste your sweat on my lips?”

“Go on. I dare you to. Try to, whilst I’m tickling your tight little stomach. Feel the muscles rippling as you chuckle your heart out.”

“You know, I can almost feel you. Your hands feel hot. Feels good. I’m now moving from your neck down to your breasts.”

“Ooh, that feels good. Lick my nipples while you’re at it. They could use the attention.”

“Oh, I’m licking them alright. They’re lush and pink and standing to attention, like they proper should.”

“Care to know something cheeky? My hands are on your back and slipping down towards your perfect arse.”

“I can feel them, babe. Caress it. Stroke it.”

“Can I ask you something?”


“Are you touching yourself?”

“No. But I want to.”

“Then do so. Stroke yourself, ever so slightly. Imagine your tongue licking its way to my stomach. Then to my pussy. It’s waiting for you.”

“Mmm. Feels good. You taste amazingly. Your hands, whereabouts?”

“On your back, raking my fingers across your skin. I’m touching myself now. My fingers on my clit, stroking. Imagining it’s your tongue.”

“Wait. Is this all working out logistically?”

“Ehm… I think so. Carry on. What are you doing right now?”

“Stroking my dick. I feel… elevated somehow. That first swirl of pleasure has hit me.”

“Me too. Abandon the storytelling, let’s just listen to each other.”

“Ok. Listen to the noises. Listen to me getting squelchy. Listen to… ah… ahh.. bloody hell.”

“Oh… oh my word. I wish you were here. I wish it was you who was touching me there.”

“Oh babe, me too. Jesus, I can’t last longer. I think I’m going to come.”

“Then come. I want to listen.”

“Ah… ah… AHHH… Oh my god!”



“Did you come?”

“Yes. You?”

“Oh you bet I did.”

“Is it nice and sticky?”

“Quite so.”

“Lick it. Lick it off.”

“… It’s not bad. Tastes a bit salty.”

“Lovely. … Wish you were here.”

“Wish you were here too.”

“Bye now.”

“Goodnight babe.”