I enjoy writing erotic stories, some of which are from my own fantasies and some from other peoples fantasies. I enjoy taking a rough idea of a fantasy and bringing it to life with my words.
My favourite summer food!
I find summer so difficult, my body cannot handle heat and I always feel so drained. Even with fans on and a pool out it was too hot to function. Ice lollies dripping and children struggling to enjoy themselves because its too warm will always haunt my memories. The amount of times me or a sibling passed out from heat stroke was ridiculous. Not to mention the sunburn that you could still feel a week later. I’ve always enjoyed those late summer nights though, the ones where everyone comes over to have fun in the back. A bouncy castle for the special occasions or some water pistols for the other times. The promise of a barbeque as it sizzles away trying to light. That will always be my favourite summer food! It didn’t matter whether it was a massive barbeque that could cook more food than could be eaten and with so much variety of food or just a small throwaway one with just burgers and hotdogs. Every time we popped to Tesco’s of a Friday afternoon and grabbed burger buns we knew it would be one of those magical nights. My favourite barbeque food has always been those spicy strips of pork. The ones where the juices drip down your hands as you eat and each bite burns because you have no patience to wait for it to cool down. The burgers and sausages were always amazing as well even if they were the exact same ones you eat every single week, somehow barbequing them makes them taste so much better. I remember so many summer nights spent with the music playing and the barbeque burning away nicely that I think it will always be my most favourite time of year. It sure beats those days having the same old bland food that you come to expect when living from pay packet to pay packet. I don’t think I could name a single food I disliked on those nights even when there was so much choice you ate way to much. Summer for me will always taste just like those barbequed sausages and burgers. Even when they were burnt they were so much better than just regular sausages. I remember vividly the amount of times me and my siblings chose a barbeque over any takeout’s that were offered. I remember the summer holidays being filled with barbeques and sandwiches, being able to eat so much of an evening that you didn’t start to feel hungry until lunch time the next day. Every year the variety got better and more foods were added to the barbeque. It got to the point where we had to cook food in the ovens as well as there was just so much food and the barbeque didn’t cook fast enough. I laugh now but those days were definitely the best days of my childhood and are days I fondly look back on now I’m grown and have children of my own. I always thought getting all that food put together looked easy and cooking it on the barbeque made so much sense but since trying to have one of those evenings myself I realise just how much effort goes into making it a memorable night. I don’t quite know how my parents did it week after week and made it look easy. Even as an adult I still enjoy those rare get togethers with my family and showing my own children just a little piece of my childhood. Even if I never learn how to barbeque that well I know that will be one of my fondest memories for a lifetime.
A night out with him.
This is one of the first times I remember my Master taking me out. It was still early in my training but he said I was ready to push my boundaries a little and get a taste for the world of Dom’s & Subs around us. I knew there was a club nearby that catered to the more exotic side of dating and relationships. A club that focused purely on kinks and the people that enjoy those kinks. Anybody could come to this club and enjoy what was offered but there was a few back rooms that the regulars used. My Master had been a regular until he started to train me. It had been six months since his last visit here. He hadn’t told me what to expect here, just warned me to be on my best behaviour. I always was a good girl for him, I always did exactly what he asked of me without hesitation.
Dearest Mother, I hope this letter reaches you before its too late. Before you make a final decision that will alter our lives forever. I sit here with my laptop open and struggle to find the best words to use when I tell you this. I worry that maybe your view of me will change drastically when I admit this. Well, here goes nothing. Id like you to think back to that fateful night just 5 years ago, the one that changed our lives and ruined what little relationship we had left. That night when everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong. It was late summer and you were relaxing in the conservatory, you'd had a long day at work and just wanted five minutes of peace before you had to deal with the prospect of tomorrow. You had a cool glass of lemonade in one hand and a book in the other. I cant even remember what book you were reading, it was a romance novel wasn't it? You loved to read those, you loved to see happy relationships play out on the pages before you since the disaster that was your marriage to dad. I don't blame you, I've picked up that old habit now as well. Anyway, back to what I was saying. I think it was just past 7pm when I came running into the house screaming for help. You dropped the glass and book in unison as you heard my scream and came running to see what was wrong. I remember that look in your eyes when you saw all that blood. I remember you asking if I was hurt. I remember the panic in your voice when you asked me whose it was if its not my blood. I remember your steps faltering as I told you it wasn't important and that I just needed help. You reached for the landline to call for help and I stopped you. Do you remember what I said to you? I begged you not to call the police, I pleaded with you as they wouldn't understand. You grabbed me a wash cloth and lead me to the downstairs bathroom as I explained to you what had happened. I told you id stumbled across a body in the woods behind our house. I told you how mangled and unrecognisable the body was. Id been playing in the woods with a couple of my friends, just climbing trees and choosing one that we could make a treehouse in. You'd bought us some wood to start off with and tonight we'd finally got the foundations in place. Once I was cleaner you asked me to elaborate. I told you what I had seen, there was a man in those woods that night. He didn't look human. He had grabbed one of the teens we had been playing with. I hadn't even asked the boy his name before he was taken from us. All I did know was he had moved into one of the empty houses on the next street and my friend had invited him out with us, he was 15 the same as us and he seemed to be very helpful with the treehouse.
I was knelt patiently at the foot of the bed, glancing up at the clock I see it’s a couple minutes before 6pm. I listened intently for the key that would soon be unlocking my front door. At exactly 6pm as expected I hear the key turn in the lock and the front door open. Within a few minutes ill know whether he’s had a stressful day at work or not. If he’s had a good day I could be knelt here for another hour before he comes upstairs to me. On the other hand if he’s had a bad day he should be climbing the stairs right about now. I angle my ear towards the bedroom door, I smile excitedly as I hear footsteps on the stairs already. I drop my gaze to the carpet in front of my knees, stopping smiling as I hear the bedroom door being pushed open. He walks to the edge of the bed in front of me and sits down, running his fingers through my hair slowly with one hand as the other hand is unbuttoning his pants. He runs his fingers down the side of my face and then tilts my head up so I can look at him. He looks tired and stressed, I gaze into his eyes patiently waited for permission to touch him. He stands to let his pants drop to the floor and then nods down at me. I groan softly and thank him for the permission before raising my hands up to his hips, gently stroking just above the waistband of his boxers before pulling them down. A smile spreading across my lips as I see he is already hardening for me. He grins back and then says “No teasing baby girl, I want it fast.” I lean my head forwards a little and lick across the tip softly just to taste the excitement already dripping from him. Then I let the tip brush across my lips as I wrap my fingers around the shaft, slowly at first stroking from tip to base but getting faster as I suck hard on the tip. His body shudders for me and a small groan escapes my lips. I suck right down to where my fingers are wrapped around the base and then back up to the tip. Hard and fast. Once I’m in a good rhythm I move my fingers from around the base and suck down further, the tip pushing deep into my tight little throat. His hips thrusting forwards every so often from the pleasure. I gaze up at him as I suck as far down as I can and hold still for a couple seconds, swallowing around the tip over and over. His eyes close as he groans, when they open again he grabs hold of my hair and wraps it around his fingers. Holding my head still as he starts to move, thrusting quickly but only enough for the tip to rub against the back of my throat. His grip in my hair tightens as he thrusts deeper, letting the tip push deeper into my throat. I start to gag as he thrusts harder. He pulls out after a few seconds to let me catch my breath and then thrusts deep into my throat again. Over and over like this for a few minutes before I feel his cock throbbing for me, I moan and feel him still as the vibrations travel through the shaft, his hand still gripping my hair but not as tight now. My eyes still locked on his as I suck right down to the base again and hold still, sucking and gagging for him. My eyes watering a little now. I feel his whole body stiffen so I suck back up to the tip again, swirling my tongue around it as he tightens his grip on my hair again. He thrusts deep into my throat again, this time losing control as I swallow around the tip. His whole body shuddering as he explodes for me. I swallow hungrily, trying not to spill a drop of his reward for me. Pulling my head back a little as his shudders start to subside but not taking my lips off him until I’ve swallowed every last drop. He sits down at the edge of the bed again, slowly catching his breath as he runs his fingers through my hair again. Smiling down at me and saying “Good girl, you know exactly how to destress me after a long day.” I nod happily as he pulls me up onto the bed next to him, we both lay back and close our eyes, his arms wrapped around me as we both drift off for a nap before dinner time.
One night with her.
I knelt at the side of the bed. A position I found that came naturally to me when he requested it. He hadn’t even waited for me to follow his command before leaving the room again. I could hear his footsteps fading as I patiently awaited his return. My hands softly resting against my thighs and my head down, gazing at the pattern on the carpet. After what felt like an eternity I hear his footsteps coming back, this time he wasn’t alone. Two sets of footsteps slowly coming towards the bedroom. Muffled voices reaching my ears. I recognised his voice instantly but the other voice was new to me. A woman. His woman. My heart stilled as I remember the joke I’d made just days before. He had mentioned that she had never been with a woman before and I’d joked back that I could change that and give her a night she wont soon forget. The bedroom door was pushed open and they entered. He told her to ignore my presence for now, explaining that he wanted to try something new with her. They moved to the foot of the bed and he grasped her arm, pulling her into him as his arms encircled her. One hand moved to her neck, holding her head still as he moved in to kiss her. The other hand gliding down her back, grabbing the hem of her t-shirt and pulling it up. He stepped back from her and pulled the t-shirt over her head, his eyes on me the whole time as I watch them. He pulls her close again and whispers something in her ear that I can’t hear. She turns to look at me and then nods, she looks a little nervous but also I can see the excitement. He walks over to stand in front of me, running his hand through my hair and making me groan softly. “Stand” he commands, and I rise instantly.