Funishment

Funishment

She knew this wasn’t a serious punishment. But it still felt like one.

“In the chair,” He said, indicating the usual spot for such things. He stepped outside and closed the door.

After pulling her leggings down to her knees, she knelt on the cushion, facing the back of the chair. She breathed and waited. When the door opened, she arched her back just a little more.

“Good girl,” He cooed. She wiggled her hips and beamed with pride.

He caressed her ass, softly but with purpose. “I’m going to make this fun for me. I think you’ve been bratty enough to warrant it.”

Fun for Him meant sadistic play. She inhaled sharply. “Yes, Sir.”

He turned the music up, and began to slap her ass. His fingers pressed in with each thwack. It didn’t take long for her to begin to scream and cry out. He paused, and changed the position of His hand. Now it was a full hand smack. She screamed.

He growled as He shoved His hand through her wet lips, just brushing her clit. Her hips pressed back into the not-so-gentle touch, and He pulled back. The smacks on her ass continued. Her screams escalated. He could sense the need for a change, and again shoved His hand toward her clit again, this time giving her a more direct stroke. Her cries turned to mewls of desire.

He returned to smacking her ass, and then threw a punch. Compared to the sensation of a stinging slap, the blunt force was heaven. It was almost like a reset button. Another punch landed on the other cheek before the slaps returned. The pain was excruciating for half a second before dropping to a pleasurable point. He knew how to take her to the edge and keep her there.

As she was reaching her limit, she felt His cock rubbing her pussy. She must have drifted off again because she hadn’t been aware of Him pulling down His pants. Immediately her hips met His rhythm. Pleasure consumed her and tingles spread from her spine down her arms and to the calloused tips of her nipples.

He pulled out, and the smacks on her ass continued. She gasped at the loss of fullness. When she felt Him move behind her again, her pussy gushed in anticipation. When He positioned his cock at her ass, she stiffened and moaned but did her best to relax. Each thrust of His hips felt like a sharp stab followed by a soothing stroke. Within seconds, her pussy was throbbing and an orgasm barrelling toward her like a speeding car.

“Daddy, please!” she screamed.

“No!” He pulled out of her ass and stepped back.

Sensation flooded her as the pending orgasm dissipated. “God dammit!” she huffed.

His hand grabbed a fistful of her hair. “What was that?” There was an edge to His voice that put her in fight-or-flight mode. She took a deep breath, grounding herself in the tugging sensation at the nape of her neck.

“Sorry, Sir,” she breathed.

“Good girl.” He slapped her face softly.

Without warning, His cock was pushing into her ass and the orgasm began to build again. She knew He wasn’t going to let her cum so she focused her mind on the rhythm of His strokes and let the sensations flow through her entire body. Really, she realized, He was doing her a favor when He denied her orgasm. But soon enough she was screaming for release. Again and again He denied her. It was only a matter of time before her body would take over.

He thrust in deep and held himself there and she felt His cock spasm with the first wave of His orgasm. That did it. She shuddered and moaned, cumming with Him. His hands smoothed over her ass and hips, skimming up her back as they both caught their breath.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said weakly. “I couldn’t help it.”

He chuckled and kissed her shoulder. “My good girl.”

*true story.

🐱

Muirnah


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A Peek into my Poly Life

A Peek into my Poly Life

The night that I met Him, we went from a munch back to His place to hang out. He introduced me to L. To say I was nervous would be an understatement – especially given the intensity of my growing feelings for Him.

Would she like me? What if she didn’t? Would we have anything in common?

Two days later I was there again, and I experienced the most intense subdrop up to that point. I also realized I was falling in love with Him. All of those emotions overtook me. I cried. Ugly cried.

Sir was incredible. But eventually He asked me if I wanted to talk to L. I was so scared! I have had very limited exposure to poly life. And it was mostly all theoretical… I had no idea what to expect. But she calmed me down. It was a wonderful moment. One I cherish.

*fastforward to the present*

I live here now. I have been working on moving my stuff in, little by little over the last month. 3 of my 5 cats are here. The other 2 and my bearded dragon are coming this week probably.

L has been rearranging things, and making space for my desk so that I have an actual place to work. (Let’s face it, someone with depression doesn’t need the temptation of working on a laptop in the bedroom. It’s been bad.) I am incredibly grateful for that.

This afternoon, Sir and I brought back my washer from the apartment because the other one wasn’t working. Then we spent some time hanging out, laughing and just enjoying conversation and each other’s company. Then we talked about where we were putting my desk and my beardie.

Sometimes I can’t believe my life. I’m fortunate to have a wonderful boyfriend in Sir. But I’m even more fortunate to have L in my life as my friend. When Sir does something ridiculous, L and I just look at each other like, “ohhhh man”. Do y’all know how fun that is, to share a moment of connection over a mutual love? It’s awesome. I didn’t think I would ever have a life this full.

=^_^=

Muirnah

Rituals and Sanity

Rituals and Sanity

I’m here! I’m still writing, but I have been so busy I haven’t had time to make it a pretty post. In short: holiday prep, ex wife moving out, work, car accident, and more work…

With all that craziness in mind, I want to share something that’s kept me sane. Rituals in our D/s dynamic.

I am to walk in heel at all times if we are walking together. That is, a step to the side and behind. I forget this more than I care to admit, and have earned bruises once or twice for it.

This is something that’s difficult for me because I’m used to leading short people through crowds, or just walking ahead in general. But it reminds me of my place with Him, when I defer to Him physically too.

Shower Time. When Sir takes His shower, I sit on the bench in the bathroom. I feel close to Him just being in the same room. When He’s done with His washing, He calls “here kitty kitty.” Then I wash and rub His back.

This is something I thought would annoy me after a while. Honestly, I wasn’t sure how I would fare in the realm of servitude. The concept has always intrigued me. But I knew it would depend on the person. But here I am, 4 months in… a few minor details away from our future Master/slave contract, me moving in this month, and I still love washing his back.

I also dry Him off and put moisturizer on His tattoos (in a specific order). Those two things are more special than the back washing. Drying Him off lets me touch every part of Him, every day. When’s the last time you touched every inch of your partner? The tattoos are the same. We both appreciate some good ink, so skin care is important. But I can’t quite describe the intimacy of it. It’s breathtaking.

And during these rituals, He’s paying complete attention to me too. He watches me, He touches me, and He talks to me. Sometimes it’s every day talk. Sometimes it’s deep. Sometimes it’s romantic. But it’s always appreciative of the moment we’re sharing. And if we get off topic in a bad way, someone notices & brings it back to the moment.

And the super cool thing? On the occasion I shower after Him, (rare because I usually shower in the morning) He washes my back, dries me off, and puts moisturizer on my tattoos. It’s so intimate, it’s so tender, and it’s incredibly sweet. Breathtaking.

Routine and rituals are comforting and they bring people closer together. I cherish those moments because I know no matter what happened that day (and there’s been plenty going on!) my Sir will be there, and except in extreme situations, our rituals will always be there. They’re a part of our every day and we make them a high priority. It’s a daily connection, and it’s priceless.

Be well.

🐱

Muirnah

Minidresses, Spanking, and Rope Torture: a Very ZehNah Evening

Minidresses, Spanking, and Rope Torture: a Very ZehNah Evening

We arrived at the venue, got the last close parking spot (woohoo!) and began our evening. I had on a black minidress with lace panels. I felt sexy and I needed attention. but I wasn’t in my dress long.

Pretty much immediately, Sir put me on a spanking bench and paddled my ass until I was a squirmy mess. Attitude and headspace adjusted, we took a short break & went to the smoking area outside.

It was probably in the high 30s (so brrr) & Sir made me sit on the cold metal chair in only my faux satin robe. Someone I’ve followed on FetLife and Twitter came outside. I was a mess of girl crush. Like, this person is awesome to follow and I wanna know them IRL. (Hi Malachi!)

After some chatting with other attendees, we went back inside to do some rope. We found a space in the back and I spread the blanket out. He pulled out His favorite rope and instructed me to come to Him. I did, kneeling in front of Him and preparing myself for the usual amount of passion and intensity. Well I thought I had prepared.

He began with the chest harness. Each tug of the rope dropped me into my own personal haven. Sir’s hands and rope were all I focused on. I felt Him secure the last tie, and I opened my eyes. The beauty of His brown eyes always seems to catch me off guard in these moments – because they’re so dark brown they’re almost black. But on His face they’re the most beautiful dark brown I’ve ever seen.

He began a single column on my right wrist and I wasn’t surprised when he began to tie my arm in a futomomo. Admittedly, my range of motion in my arms is greater in my upper body, so the futo on my arms isn’t exactly painful, unless you wanna talk about the scratchy rope Sir likes. But even that fades after a few minutes and I’m just secure in my ties with Him nearby.

“Lay down on your stomach.”

I was much spacier at this point, so I moved slowly. I mean, short of just flopping over I really couldn’t do much with one arm tied up. Then He began a single column tie on my left ankle. I expected this since we had floor space to work with.

Expected or not, my legs are not as flexible as they used to be. And they’re curvy thighs, ok? It was exhilarating as He bent my knee, and pressed my foot into my butt. Then the discomfort set in, and quickly.

I was balanced on my stomach, my right arm tied above my shoulder… my breasts were sore from the chest harness and being pressed into the floor. It felt like fiery pins and needles for a few minutes. When He finished the tie on my leg, I’d been squirming and moaning for several minutes.

He stepped back to admire His work & I was vaguely aware of Him getting more rope. The next thing I knew, He had looped the rope through the tie on my arm and my opposite leg. My body strained as He pulled me about 3 inches off the ground from my right arm, chest, and left leg.

My body screamed and so did I. My fingers tingled (normal!) and my non-tied limbs tried to compensate for the loss of balance but it was no use. I couldn’t get balanced comfortably. Every shift to the right to relieve the pressure on my arm caused excruciating strain on my leg, and vice versa.

I sobbed and cried out. I didn’t care that there were people watching. When He crawled behind me and began caressing my ass and pussy over my thong, I was desperate for release – for a reprieve from the pain. He didn’t disappoint- and I screamed when I came.*

Some time later I glanced through my hair to see Him laying next to me watching me struggle. He was smiling a satisfied sadistic smile. As a masochist, His masochist, His submissive, HIS… I was on top of the world.

Here’s the thing about D/s relationships… as a submissive, my dedication and service only does so much to fulfill me. What really makes the difference is that He appreciates and values my submission and service. And it makes Him visibly happy. So it is with our S&m play… if he’s not enjoying hurting me, I’m not going to enjoy it either.

And I’m not talking about punishment. That’s not pleasant for either of us. But we both have to be in the right headspace. Generally speaking, it doesn’t take much for either of us to get there though.

He began to untie me… and held me while I came back down to earth. It took a while. And the scene took a lot out of both of us. We spent more time in the aftercare room than we have before.

We agreed to do a bit of fire play, after watching a couple scenes. But it didn’t last long. We were both exhausted. In most cases, our play is more mental than physical in terms of strain. (Not including impact obviously). And normally, He’s full of high energy after a night out. (Not abnormal for me to be zoned out on the ride home though. I am sometimes energetic and other times exhausted.) But this time, we both pushed ourselves more physically than we realized.

Just another night of excessive fun with Zehguul & Muirnah…

🐱

Muirnah

*I actually have no idea if He made me orgasm before or after He pulled my body up… This is the problem with subspace!

** Sir has advised me that my orgasm was before He pulled up on the ropes.

Muirnah Writes Erotica: The Swim

Muirnah Writes Erotica: The Swim

She was already floating on her back, soaking up the sunshine of the hot August day. Her light purple bathing suit was slightly darker in the water. As I walked through the grass, I tried to control my excitement at the view of her slender body in the water. Her short blonde hair was scattered over her forehead, her arms moving in the water as if she were flying. The halter top of her bathing suit was loosely tied around her neck, and I could see the water easily flowing between the triangle material and her round breasts. Her stomach rose and fell with every breath she took, and her smooth legs slowly scissored to keep her afloat. She didn’t open her eyes when I opened the gate, but she smiled, acknowledging my presence.

I dove into the crisp water of my pool and swam towards her. I slid my arms under her legs and her back, and pulled her closer to my body. “Baby, you look beautiful,” I whispered.

She opened her eyes slowly, squinting in the sunlight. She smiled at me shaking her head, and lifted her head to kiss me. I lowered my lips to hers, taking in the smell of the chlorine and her sun tan lotion. I felt my stomach flip and warmth grow between my legs as her tongue slipped effortlessly between my lips. I tasted her mouth, sweet from the wine propped up in the cooler nearby.

I opened my eyes as the kiss ended, and stared into her eyes sparkling in the sun, with residual mascara intensifying the stare she gave me. “I’m so glad you’re home,” she said as she rolled away from me.

“Me too,” I said with a breath as I pushed off to swim to the far end of the pool. “Work was so busy I thought my feet were going to fall off.”

She looked over at me with a sympathetic smile and said, “Well, vacation starts now, so relax yourself.” I grinned as I remembered that I didn’t have to be at work for another 10 days.

I slipped under the water and began swimming a few laps to stretch my muscles that had been over worked that day. She lifted herself into a raft and closed her eyes. I glanced at her body when I passed, noticing the breeze had hardened her nipples despite the warmth of the air. The warmth between my legs was intensifying, and even though my body was wet in the pool, I could feel this distinct wetness flowing with ease.

I could talk to her about anything. I could talk to her about nothing. I could stare at her for hours, not say a word, and still communicate. And yet, in the most casual of situations, her breath against my ear during a movie, her hair brushing my neck during a nap, the slightest peak at a nipple in the pool… these things created a flood of passion and a throbbing between my legs that I couldn’t control.

She looked so peaceful with her eyes closed. She was smiling slightly. I wondered what she might have been day dreaming about as I made my way to the side of the pool. I propped my arms on the warm tiles and rested my head on my arms. My body floated effortlessly in the water, and I let my mind clear in the happiness of being with her for the next 10 days with no work or responsibility. I closed my eyes and let the sounds of the birds drift in as I dozed off.

I woke up to her hands rising slowly up my back, untying the back of my rainbowed animal print swimsuit. She worked her way up to the tie around my neck and I felt her mouth on my shoulders as her hands released the material from my breasts. Her hands slid down my sides and up over my arms. The chill of the water over my warm skin sent a chill over me and I felt my nipples harden. Her breasts pressed into my back, and I felt that her nipples were hard as well. I tilted my head, silently begging her mouth to the curve just above my shoulder. She obliged, and I felt her teeth graze my skin in a gentle bite.

I took a sharp breath in as her lips made their way up my neck, behind my ear, and pausing to suck softly on my ear lobe. I let my body relax against her as she tightened her left arm around my chest. My nipples were on high alert as her skin slid over them. Her right arm caressed my stomach and hips as she kissed & sucked softly on my shoulders and neck. She pressed her body harder to mine. I could feel her heart beat increasing with mine. Her hand slid over the front of my thighs and my clit throbbed as she moved closer to it.

She successfully touched every inch of my body before I felt her hand slide into the skort that was the bottom piece of my bathing suit. I felt her finger between the lips of my pussy, and I heard her sigh with satisfaction at how wet she made me. “I want you.” She whispered against my ear and I felt another chill. Her fingers circled my clit but did not touch it. My body ached for her to touch my clit, to feel the pressure of her fingers bringing me to an incredible orgasm. She took her time though. Her fingers occasionally touched the metal barbell that was pierced through my clitoral hood. When I felt the metal press into my clit I thought I would orgasm right then and there.

“I want to taste you. I want to see your beautiful face while I lick your clit.” Her words were like fire.

I spun around and pressed my lips to hers with a force of passion. She responded likewise, and her tongue swirled around mine. She pushed my skort over my hips in one swift motion, pressing her thigh in between my legs. My hands roamed her back untying the strings around her neck, and unclasping the hook around her back. I pushed the bathing suit away, and took both of her breasts into my hands, massaging them softly, and flicking both her nipples. She leaned her head back with a soft sigh.

I took advantage of her distraction and began kissing her shoulders, up to her ears, finally returning to her lips. Her hands made their way through my tangled hair and I couldn’t suppress the moan of pleasure that made its way up my throat. She smiled at me and pulled me towards the steps of the pool. We embraced again, our breasts touching, gently massaging one another as we moved together.

She gently guided me to the steps and sat me on the top step. My legs and hips still covered by the water, she crawled up the steps between them to kiss my lips. Her mouth trailed slowly, and I felt her tongue against the skin of my neck, chest, and then around my nipple. Her hand squeezed as her tongue flickered and circled my right nipple, and then my left. Her mouth massaged my skin as she kissed slower, lingering longer in each place, moving down my stomach to my belly button. She looked up at me with fire in her eyes as she pushed my knees further apart. I pulled myself out of the water, and she moved up another step.

Her hands explored my thighs, spreading my pink lips to her liking. I let out a sigh as I relaxed back onto my elbows at the same time her tongue flicked my clit. My hips pushed against her and I gasped. She slowly licked up one side of my wet pussy, and down the other. I could feel her breath, hot and heavy, and I wanted her mouth on my clit more than anything.

She took her time making her way back to my clit, and began to lick soft circles around the throbbing pulse of my body. My breathing was shallow and fast, and her tongue moved in rhythm with every breath I took. My moans became louder and uncontrollable as she pushed a finger inside me. I moved in motion with her hand as her finger gently massaged inside me. Her tongue still circled my clit firmly, occasionally flickering in a different direction.

I lay back all the way, pushing my hips closer to her mouth. My fingers made their way through her short hair, urging her closer to me. I was moaning louder now; short breathy gasps of pleasure told her I was close to the peak of passion she was pushing me towards. My pelvic muscles clenched at her finger as waves of pleasure erupted throughout my body. Fluid released into her hand and I squealed in pleasure. Her tongue flicked my clit with increased intensity, and another orgasm pulsed through my body.

She slowly moved her hands up my body, massaging my skin on the way. I shook uncontrollably as the nerves in my body fired again and again. As my body grew still, she leaned down over me. Our hands intertwined, and she softly kissed my lips.

I smiled up at her, unable to speak, but telling her with my eyes that I was amazed. She pulled me to a sitting position, gently rubbing my back where I’d been on the concrete. I kissed her cheek, and sighed softly in her ear, resting my head on her shoulder.

“Satisfied?” She asked me, still caressing my skin.

“Not until you are,” I said, sliding my hand between her legs. She flinched and gasped. I pulled her closer, hugging her with every ounce of energy I could muster. “Come shower with me,” I said softly.

She grinned at me, and stood up, pulling me with her. We walked hand in hand through the grass, me completely naked, and her just in her bathing suit bottoms, leaving the remnants of our passionate swim in the pool for later retrieval.

Muirnah Writes Erotica: Lust in a Coffee Shop

Muirnah Writes Erotica: Lust in a Coffee Shop

Courtney sat on the couch staring at her phone for what felt like hours. In reality, it was about forty-five seconds.
I could kill Katie right now. She always finds these people for me to meet saying I need to be dating. Whatever, I don’t want to date. When will she get that through her head? Still, she means well.
The phone buzzed again, startling Courtney out of her thoughts. She reached for it, not really wanting to read the text message that was waiting.
“Look, I’ve known Katie a while now, and she’s definitely Ms. Matchmaker. I’m not looking for anything serious, but why not just meet up?”
His name was Shawn. He was a single father to a 5 year old girl. He worked hard and took care of his daughter. That was really all Katie said that he did. He needs a woman, she said. Right.
“Alright, why not.”
She replied back, not really knowing what else to say. His pictures showed a tall, dark haired man, with brown eyes and a bit of facial hair. She was definitely attracted to him. It was time to take a risk.
They chatted a bit longer, talking about their likes and dislikes, favorite movies, music, and TV shows. She had to admit, she was enjoying the witty banter. He seemed like he was genuinely interested. After some convincing, Courtney agreed to meet Shawn at the local coffee shop on Saturday. His daughter would be with his mother, and he had the whole day free. Courtney had her doubts about it being an all day thing, but she kept that much to herself. She’d rather meet, have a quickie, and go on her merry way, if the truth be known.
She pulled up to the coffee shop and slid the shifter into Park. A quick look in the rear view mirror confirmed her reflection to be satisfactory. Her green eyes shone behind her black framed glasses and her light brown hair fell around her face. She reached for the lip gloss that she kept in the cup holder. She shook her head and put the lip gloss back.
Chattering of female voices grew louder, and Courtney looked out the window at a group of college girls giggling. Their short skirts fluttered in the breeze and despite the warm temperatures, pairs of nipples pushed their way to the front of their shirts. You used to dress like that. It wasn’t so long ago… With a bit more strength than was necessary, Courtney reached for the lip gloss again. Why not? You need to get laid anyway. And isn’t that what it usually means when someone says “I don’t want anything serious”?
She stepped out of the car, pulling her purse onto her shoulder. She smoothed her tank top, noticing a twinge of excitement as her hands fell across her breasts and down her slender waist. Getting laid or not, I feel sexy, and that’s what matters. She ran a hand through her hair, pushing the car door closed behind her.
Courtney walked past the giggling school girls, discretely admiring their slender legs as their skirts fluttered in the breeze, so much so that she didn’t see the man reaching to open the door. She walked right into him.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” She quickly said, backing up a step. In front of her stood a gorgeous man; He was tall, with dark hair and eyes, and a scruffy five o’clock shadow.
“Well, hello there,” he said.
“Oh gosh, you’re Shawn, aren’t you?” She felt her face turn a shade of pink. He smiled. His eyes sort of twinkled.
“You must be Courtney.”
“I’m so embarrassed.” She covered her eyes with her hands. He laughed again.
“No need to be embarrassed, it happens to the best of us. Actually, I had only just looked away from the girls a moment before you bumped me.”
Oh shit! He was watching me long enough to know I was checking out the girls?!
“Bumped you? I’m pretty sure that was a flat out ram.”
He smiled again. Courtney wondered if his brain went to the same place hers did when she said the word “ram”. The twinkle in his eye confirmed her silent thought, and he pulled the door open.
“Shall we?”
Courtney stepped in front of him and through the door. She turned around as she reached the line, catching him staring at her. She blushed, and in an instant decided that she was completely in lust with this man.
“See anything you like?”
He snapped his attention back to her face. It was his turn to be speechless. It didn’t last long, however, and Courtney was assured that he felt the same way about the sexual chemistry between them.
“Actually, I see quite a bit that I like,” he said quietly with a grin.
“Which part is your favorite?” She turned around, stepping forward in line
“Probably this,” he said, putting his hands on her hips. She leaned back into him, her ass pressing into his groin. She felt him getting hard.
“Hmmmm. I don’t suppose you’d like to skip coffee,” she turned her head to face him.
“And skip out on an hour of delightful torture?” he smiled. “Not a chance.”
Courtney’s face fell into a pout.
“Aww, don’t be that way. I don’t want you to think I’m anything less than a gentleman. And besides, I have all day.”
“Fair enough,” she said.
Finally it was their turn at the counter. He kept his arm around Courtney’s waist while she ordered a caramel latte. He ordered a medium coffee, cream and sugar.
“I’ve got sugar for you, but no, you want to have coffee and talk,” she quipped.
“Patience,” he said, grabbing his coffee and her latte.
She pouted again, but followed him to a table with a bit of skip in her step. He sat down at a table, secluded in a corner. Courtney sat across from him. Her jeans were tight against her pussy. Well, this is absolutely better than I expected, besides him making me wait for what I know he wants too.
“Well?” He took a sip of his coffee, watching her intently.
“Sorry, did you say something?”
He laughed. “I was just wondering how you think our meet-up is going.”
“Oh. Well, great. I mean, I want to fuck your brains out, but I can wait.”
It was his turn to blush. Bet he’s never heard a woman be so forward with him.
“Well, I’m flattered. And, the feeling is mutual,” he said.
He changed the subject, talking about his job, asking about hers. It was all Courtney could do to pay attention to his words, when in her mind she imagined his voice coaxing her, whispering for her to cum on his hands, on his cock, on his lips. She tried to keep up with the conversation, with little success. At least I’m thinking about how much I want to fuck him, not someone else.
“You’ve barely touched your latte,” he said as he took the last gulp of his coffee.
“Oh, yeah, I’m not that thirsty,” she said as she sat pressing her thighs together.
“Well that’s a shame… I have something for you to drink,” he grinned.
Oh my GOD, could he be any cheesier?! Wait, I called myself sugar earlier…
She stood and tossed her half full latte in the trash.
“My car?” she asked.
“Where are we going?” he said with a bit of a surprised look on his face.
“Oh, I don’t know. The lake?”
“Sounds nice.”
The lake?! Could I have picked a more public place? Fuck it. If anyone sees, they can join.
A few minutes later, they walked out of the coffee shop, hip to hip with their arms around each other as if they were a couple. She stopped at her car, unlocking it and sliding into the driver’s seat. He slid in next to her and closed the passenger door. Without hesitating, he placed his hand on Courtney’s thigh and gave a squeeze. Her face flushed and she turned to look at him.
“Maybe we should go back to my…”
“Nah, let’s go to the lake, I’ll make it worth your while.” His hand crept closer to her pussy, and she thought she might cum if he just touched her.
“Good, now let me drive, so we get there in one piece.”
“You’re no fun.”
“You won’t be either if I crash us into a tree.”
“Touché.”
A few minutes later, they were pulling up to a vacant lot by the lake. For a Saturday, it wasn’t very crowded, only the occasional jogger. Courtney slid the car into park and turned to face Him in the passenger seat. She leaned toward him, her lips near his ear.
“What were you saying about making this worth my while?”
He turned his head, grazing her lips with his. He opened his lips and she did the same. She caressed his tongue softly, letting her hands travel around his arm. His lips moved across her cheek at the same time her hand reached for his crotch. He was getting hard, and she stroked him through his jeans, making him harder.
“No, no. I want to feel you,” he whispered.
“So feel me,” she cooed.
He didn’t hesitate to slide his hand up her tank top, feeling her soft yet firm breasts. Her nipples hardened under his touch. Chills traveled up and down her arms, legs, and spine. The flush traveled up to her neck and face as His kisses trailed down her chest. He pulled her tank top down, snapping a strap in the process.
“Shit, I’m sorry.”
“Shut up,” Courtney breathed.
Gentler this time, he pulled her tank top all the way down exposing her milky white skin and pink nipples. His lips closed around her nipple, sucking and nibbling as Courtney writhed in pleasure in the driver’s seat.
“Finger me,” she said, in an almost desperate voice. Her hands worked at the button of her jeans, in one motion sliding them and her black, cotton boy shorts down to her ankles, spreading her legs as far as she could. He kept his mouth on her breasts and moved his hand towards her hot pussy. She was already tracing her clit with her fingers when his hands reached her. His index finger slid inside her silky wetness and she let out a sigh.
“More.”
He slid his middle finger in her with ease. She was warm, wet, and clenching at his fingers. He paused a moment to think about how that would feel on his throbbing dick. Wetness surrounding his head, his precum mixing with hers…
“More!” She demanded.
He pushed a third finger in her pussy as she furiously fingered her clit and he felt her explode around his hand. She gushed all over his hand. Not wanting the orgasm to end, He pulled his hand back and pushed his fingers as far inside her as they would go. She screamed, and her hands grabbed for his hair.
“Too much?”
“No!”
He didn’t ask twice. His hand pounded her pussy, and she squirmed in the seat.
“Ohmigod, that feels so good!”
He felt his arm start to go numb, and gave it his all to make her cum once more. He slowed his thrusting and circled her clit with his thumb. It was only seconds before she gushed all over his hand again, her pussy clenching at his fingers inside her.
“Holy shit. That was amazing.” She breathed heavy, trying to slow her heart rate.
He smiled at her, his eyes twinkling. “I need to tell you something.”
“Oh Jesus, what?”
“I’m not Shawn. I’m his brother, Steve.”

Muirnah Writes Erotica: The Bus

Muirnah Writes Erotica: The Bus

I was taking the bus home after working a long shift. I saw her walk up the steps, dressed in a short jean skirt and a white tank top that left nothing to the imagination as it was pouring outside. Her heels clicked on the hard floor as she walked towards me.

I shook off a chill, thinking to myself that she must be freezing. She flashed a bright smile that would make a dentist horny. Hmm. Come to think of it, I was horny myself. She sat across from me, and exhaled a deep sigh. She smelled like shampoo.

Water splashed on my scrub pants as she wrung out her long brown hair. “I’m so sorry,” she said in a breathy voice.

“No problem,” I smiled, allowing myself to feel the coolness on my legs.

She was quiet for a moment, and stood up to adjust her jean skirt. I wondered if she was adjusting because she saw that I stole a glance between her legs. Her underwear was navy blue and lace, allowing a few strands of brown hair to show through.

The bus screeched with slamming brakes, and her two inch heeled sandals slid in the grooves of the floor. My instincts took over and I grabbed her hips, roughly pulling her towards me to save her from the fall. Her arms flailed for a moment, her hands catching themselves in my knotty blond hair. When the bus came to a complete stop, she steadied herself with her right hand on my shoulder. The bus driver shouted back something that sounded like “sorry” followed by a mumble cursing the miles of red brake lights ahead.

“What’s going on?” she asked, waving towards the traffic.

She must not be from around here, I realized. “They’ve been doing construction on this road for months now,” I said. “And there’s only one lane opened.”

She looked at me thoughtfully. “Traffic around here is horrendous day or night,” I explained. That’d been the exact reason I stopped driving to and from work. I’d been rear-ended three times in the month since I moved here, and the public transportation wasn’t too bad.

“Oh,” she sighed. “So how long does it take to get through here?” “Not too long. The lights change pretty quickly, although the rain might extend it a bit.”

She nodded, and took a step back. That’s when I realized I was still holding her hips. I released my grip, and she slid into the seat next to me. The smell of her shampoo intoxicated me, and I imagined what her skin might taste like if she smelled that great.

“I’m new around here,” she confirmed what I had guessed.

I smiled, “I kind of figured.” She smiled back.

“Thanks for catching me,” she said softly as she put her hand on my leg.

I tingled, and hoped she didn’t notice the goose bumps spreading down my bare arms. “Oh, it’s fine. I mean, you’re welcome.”

She smiled a bigger smile this time. She propped her left ankle on my lap, and began undoing the buckle on her shoes. I watched her, hypnotized by the movement of her manicured fingers, efficiently sliding the strap off her ankle. My eyes wandered further up her tan leg, thinking about what was between them, just a short distance upwards.

“Do you want to see?” she asked me. I mentally shook myself, and realized I was blushing.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…” My voice trailed off as she put her finger on my lips, and my hand on her thigh.

“Shhh. I want you to…”

Fuck me, I thought silently in my head, hoping I was finishing her sentence.

My hand slid slowly up her smooth, freshly shaven legs as she slid herself down the row of empty seats to stretch out. My hands felt every inch of her thighs, stopping when I reached the hem of her skirt, just two inches below her lace blue panties. I hadn’t realized she lay down, until she picked her head up and nodded for me to continue. I was completely finished listening to my overbearing brain, and the tingle between my legs took over.

I reached up to touch the lace, catching a glimpse of her smile as I did so. I shouldn’t have been surprised to find them wet, considering she’d walked on the bus drenched, but this was a warm and silky wetness.

I bit my lip and rubbed gently where I felt her clit grow with excitement. ”Mmmm,” she moaned quietly, but loud enough that I heard it. That was all the encouragement I needed. My right hand moved to her hips, and under her thin tank top, feeling her soft skin warming up to my touch. I reached further, circling her erect nipples through her bra with my fingertip. She propped herself up on her elbows long enough to unhook her bra and my hand slid under it. Her breast fit comfortably in my hand, and I gently squeezed as my left hand found its way to her other breast.

She sat up and pulled up the front of her tank top, giving my tongue a chance to see just how good her skin tasted. Her nipples hardened under my tongue, and my hands circled her back, pulling her toward me as I gently grazed her nipple with my teeth. She sucked in a deep breath, pressing her chest closer to my mouth.

She really did taste wonderful, and I could only imagine how the wetness between her legs would taste. She ran her fingers through a knot in my hair, and the tug on my scalp made the tingle between my legs turn into a flood. When I gave her nipple a gentle flick with my tongue, she slid her finger into my mouth. Oh my god… And I knew that I could never have imagined how sweet she tasted.

She pushed her lace panties down over her knees in one movement that I hadn’t even known she started. She knew what she wanted, that was for sure, and I was not complaining a bit. She knelt over my lap, and her spread legs released a scent that I wanted to devour. I bent my head and stretched my tongue as far into the crease between her legs as I could, and it wasn’t far enough. I slid down in my seat to push myself closer to her, and her hands found their way through my hair, pushing my mouth closer to her swelling clit. I moved my tongue furiously, first in circles, then up and down, then side to side, pushing my tongue as far into her pussy as I could. I slowed down as I slid one finger inside her wet pussy.

She approved with a gasp and a louder moan that neither of us cared if anyone heard. I pushed another finger in and her hips began to grind on my hand. My mouth found its way back up to her stomach, and then to each nipple. I moved my fingers in motion with her hips, and I felt her g-spot swell. Her moaning got louder, and I began to rub her clit with my free hand. She pulled my hair with a gasp as her pussy clenched my fingers in ecstasy.

I felt a flood of warmth over my hand and into my lap as she collapsed against me. She was breathing heavy in my ear, and I couldn’t have moved if I wanted to. And trust me, I didn’t. I slid my fingers down her leg, and adjusted her tank top as I quickly realized this event wasn’t exactly private. She slid off my lap, re-hooked her bra and plopped a kiss on my lips as she sat down next to me. We sat in silence for a few minutes catching our breath.

“This is my stop,” she said with a smile. She pulled a business card out of her pocket, wrapped it in her navy blue panties, and slid her hand between my legs. I flinched as her fingers grazed my clit, swollen and wet with excitement. She left her panties there, between my legs as she stood up and walked towards the opening bus doors. She gave me a wink as she walked down the steps back into the rain. I couldn’t move to grab her panties that she’d shoved between my legs for another five minutes.

By that time I’d reached my stop. I slid her panties in my scrub pockets and stood up to gather my belongings. I gave a sigh as I turned towards the front of the bus to make my exit.

“I hope tomorrow’s shift is this exciting,” Bernie the driver said to me with a smile. I blushed, replaying the last half hour in my mind, realizing Bernie had gotten quite a show.

“Who knows, B, I’m off for the next two days,” I grinned. I gave a wave goodbye as I stepped into the rain, grateful that it would camouflage the wetness that was on my clothes while I walked the two blocks to my apartment. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on myself, and the bus shelter up ahead was empty…