Room with a view

This is my sanctuary; a place I come to indulge myself in my carnal desires. The room is opulent with heavy velvet brocade drapes, a sleigh bed with a faux fur throw and satin sheets. All deep colours, with glittering embellishments. My mirrored wardrobes hide the objects of my gratification. Exquisite blown glass sculptures in an array of designs and colours. A rather fanciful display behind their illuminated windows, within the recesses of my Aladdin’s cave of delight. 

The room has another expanse of glass on the wall opposite the bed. I cannot see what is behind the glass, but I get a magnificent reflection of the room in all its splendour. A crystal chandelier hangs over my bed, and the light beams through each crystal creating prism arcs of colour. I call the glass on the wall my looking glass, as it contains a hidden secret…on the other side of the glass is a discreet room, opulent but manly, with wooden coffee table and dark leather sofas. The other room is an observation room you see…it is where guests can enter, choose an outfit for me to wear, that will be laid out on the sleigh bed by my assistant. I will get dressed in the satin corsetry or lacy basque that has been chosen. Perch my voluptuous derrière on a velveteen foot stall at the end of my bed, and draw up fresh nylon stockings or thigh highs. Put on my sexy heels and admire my reflection in the looking glass, before I take to my bed. 
On that magnificent sleigh, I will run my dainty hands over my creamy breasts, down my torso and across my hips. Caressing my inner thighs, I will part my legs and expose my flowering inner folds. Then as my guest watches on, I will use whichever glass phallus has piqued my carnal interest. It will enter my warm moist hole, sliding in and out as I writhe with pleasure on my bed. I will be looking at my voyeur, without seeing him, and he will be working his own phallus in his hands. Both seeking our pleasure and climactic release we will work in unison until there is a tide of primal lust exploding from within our centres. We may even simultaneously cum…that will be his treat alone to enjoy. I have no knowledge who is there after all. I merely delight in my own little private show reflecting back at me. 

The Retreat

Lucinda was a successful high-flying career-woman. She’d worked as a publishing assistant for several years before moving into marketing and strategies implementation. Now a partner in a company she’d co-founded, she felt accomplished. All her hard work had not left much time for meeting people and socialising outside of work. As a consequence, whilst her friends from college were getting married and setting up home, she was more frequently in need of a ‘plus one’ at weddings she had been invited to these past few years. Her mother would ask her hopefully each time she returned to her family home, ‘when do I get to meet your new man?’ 
Whilst mildly irritated that her mother seemed to feel that she was incomplete without another ‘half, she was touched her mother wished for her to meet someone she could share her life with. It was something she had wanted subconsciously for a while. It just hadn’t happened… She broke from her daydream and looked at the clock; she gasped, it was already 4:30 and she was being picked up in an hour by her driver Ferdinand. Luckily she had her small travel case already packed. It was safely stowed under her desk. Her destination was a luxury retreat in the woods with a rustic log cabin and a boating lake. In the woods there was a clearing with level ground for practicing yoga or Pilates on. Having worked hard for months on end she was feeling in need of rejuvenation and relaxation. The retreat would be just what she needed.
Within the hour she’d completed several quick tasks and set up her out-of-office email. A list of delegated duties had been compiled and left on her PA’s desk. She felt ready to leave the fast-paced office behind and slow down, unwinding in those peaceful woodland surroundings. Ferdinand was dutifully waiting for her in the car park by the office building. He opened her door for her, she stepped into the black Mercedes, and he closed the door behind her and stowed her case in the boot. Pulling out of the car park she breathed a sigh of relief. Ferdinand glanced at her in his mirror; ‘long day ma’am?’ She laughed wryly and replied, ‘more like a long month! I’m glad the Caxton project is finally done.’ 

Ferdinand informed her their estimated arrival time would be 7:30 pm. Only 2 hours and she would be a world away from the office. The next moment it seemed, Lucinda was opening her drowsy eyes to the sight and scent of fresh pine spruce. Awakening her senses, it was a welcome scene. Ferdinand smiled at her as he noticed her rousing from her sleep. ‘Best way to travel, ma’am.’ Lucinda giggled and answered, ‘yes, I feel rested and ready for the evening now.’ After sorting out her luggage, Ferdinand took his leave, confirming his return in 5 days time. Lucinda had placed her case on the opulent double bed and was removing items to hang in the wardrobe. The furniture was all made of solid pine, and the room was tastefully decorated in pale yellow and blue. The ensuite had a large glass shower cubicle with rain-head attachment. There was also a large deep bath. 

She decided to freshen up in the shower, before dressing in a pretty wrap dress for dinner. She buckled up her strappy sandals and put on her jewellery. Once happy with her ensemble, she nodded to herself and murmured ‘time to mingle.’ The dining hall was lavishly bedecked and the buffet table was well-stocked with mouth-watering dishes. She went go the buffet and thoughtfully added an array of appetisers. As she browsed the row of tables set up for retreat-goers she saw one that had a few friendly-looking faces there. Joining the table, she smiled and introduced herself, ‘I’m Lucinda, but you can call me Lucie.’ The two other women at the table gave their names, then they were joined by a rather harried looking man in his 40s. He nervously smiled and uttered his name as Henry. It turned out he’d been left by his wife of 9 years and he was going through a bitter divorce, whilst his children were acting out at the split. He had got help from his sister, who was looking after the children while his wife was on holiday with her new lover. The women listened to his story with sympathetic glances. 

Lucie was on her way back to the informal lounge for post dinner drinks, when she bumped into a tall athletic figure. ‘I’m so sorry,’ she blurted. ‘No problem’ the handsome male responded, ‘though I’m more worried about you than you ought to be about me!’ Lucinda insisted she was fine, then quickly stole a backward glance at him as he strode away. Katrina, one of her dinner companions gawped and announced, ‘wow, he’s a heart-breaker! I heard he’s the Pilates instructor, and also does kite-surfing’ The rest of the evening was pleasant enough but she longed to go to bed and rest her tired mind. She’d be doing an exercise class in the morning and wanted to be well-rested. 

In the morning she arose from the bed fresh and ready to face the day. After breakfast she was due to go to the woodland clearing for Pilates. Kat from dinner last night was going too. So she’d know at least one other participant, not that it mattered. After a delicious breakfast she returned to her room to get into her workout attire and collect her water bottle. She met Kat in the atrium and they headed out into the woods and strolled along the trail. Kat was in a perky chatty mood. Lucie was happy enough to listen to Kat’s monologue. 
They soon entered the clearing in the woods, where the Pilates class was held. The instructor had set up some mats. He was selecting music to play on the iPod and speaker dock. A lilting Jack Johnson melody began to play, and the instructor let the music continue until the rest of the class had gathered. He then paused the track that was playing while he gave his introduction and safety brief. His name was Jeff and Lucie recognised him as the attractive guy she’d bumped into after dinner the previous evening. He winked when he saw her and she felt herself blushing. ‘Ok, guys, let’s get to work!’ Jeff called out enthusiastically to the class. Kat muttered, ‘if only you’d work on me…’ This made Lucie smile. It seemed Jeff had heard Kat as he seemed to be blinking in disbelief. He composed himself quickly and lead the class into their first set of exercises. During the class he monitored the poses of the participants, correcting their posture when necessary. On one pose, he came alongside Lucie and placed a hand on her hip exerting a mild pressure to align it with her other hip. ‘Try to work from your core muscles and keep your position neutral,’ he encouraged her. She thanked him. The class went by fairly swiftly, then Kat asked if Lucie would like to join her and another friend on the lake that afternoon. 
She had some time to herself for an hour so she went to the library cabin and read on the ottoman couch for the remainder of the morning. Lunch was served at half past twelve. It was a chicken salad with grape juice. The food was nutritious and delectable. She thought about each mouthful, enjoying the flavours and texture. Later that afternoon she was at the lake getting her life-vest fitted for a kite surfing lesson. She realised Jeff would be giving the lesson and her pulse quickened. He greeted them on the sandy shore of the lake. He had three smaller boards rigged up for the novices and his was a couple of feet longer. After giving them some instructions on handling the kite and catching the wind, they were allowed out onto the lake. 
They waded out to shallow waters before stepping onto the floating boards. Their feet were encased in rubber-soled water shoes. The uppers were made out of wet-suit material. As Lucie balanced herself on the board she felt the wind pick up and propel her along. Water gently lapped over the end of her board. It was exhilarating, catching the wind and floating along feeling free of the strains of her working life. Suddenly a strong gust of wind caught her kite, and she lost her balance and footing on the board. She fell sideways into the water. It wasn’t deep but it was going to be tricky to mount the board again. Jeff glided up alongside her board and called out instructions for helping her on the board again. She needed to lie on it like a surfer, then maintain a steady gait while she propped herself onto her knees, before standing. There were handles on the upper surface of the board to hold onto. 
Once she’d got back on the board they continued to meander along the lake’s edge. They made a full circuit then Jeff directed them back to shore. 
Lucie managed to only fall off one other time in the hour they spent on the lake. She felt proud of herself. After changing into her clothes back on dry land, Jeff congratulated the trio on their successful outing. Jeff caught her eye as she was leaving and he handed her a piece of paper. She waited until she was back in her room before she read it. The note was written in black ink, and said ‘please join me for a drink after dinner this evening. See you in the Pilates area at 8pm x’
Lucie felt her stomach flutter as she read the note again. Her mum had been right, if she gave herself the chance to meet more people she may find someone after all! An art class filled the rest of her afternoon, and then before long it was time for dinner. She sat with Kat, her friend and Henry again. Already Henry seemed more relaxed. His smile was less nervous as they greeted each other. The meal was filled with light banter and recounts of the day’s activities. Kat piped up, ‘Lucie is so elegant, she made falling off a surf-board look composed! ‘ Lucie had to chuckle, ‘well I certainly didn’t feel composed!’ She was looking forward to her ‘date’ with Jeff, it would be nice to know more about him…
She made her way to the clearing and found it lit up with LED battery powered candles. ‘I prefer natural flames, but it wouldn’t be a good idea here,’ Jeff told her as she approached. He was sat on a swinging chair for two suspended from a tree branch overhead. There was a small folding table in front of the seat, and perched on top were a wine cooler and two glasses. ‘A glass of Sancerre, Lucie?’ he enquired. ‘Yes please, ‘ was her reply. ‘Otherwise it’d be a quick meeting!’ Jeff joked; Lucie smiled. 
They talked awhile, about why Lucie was at the retreat, and what her interests were. Jeff was very charming and he complimented her ability in his classes that day. ‘You seem very accomplished’ he observed, ‘why are you still single?’ Her simple response was that she’d not met the right person. She hadn’t devoted much time to the dating scene. 
They had a lull in their conversation and he looked at her thoughtfully. ‘I’m not normally so bold,’ he told her, ‘but I find you very intriguing.’ He leaned in towards Lucie and his lips met hers in a lingering kiss. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck tingle. He paused to ask her if she’d like to go somewhere more sheltered. She asked if anyone was likely to pass by. ‘I doubt it, there’s no bar service out here!’ Lucie stated that she’d be content to stay in the clearing. Jeff invited her to recline on the swinging seat and took her sandals off kissing her insteps, as he did so. ‘I like to please the lady first,’ he told her, smiling. He asked Lucie if she was happy for him to continue and she said she was. It had been a long time since she’d had any carnal pleasure, and if he were willing to start with hers then all the better. 
He kissed up her legs and lingered over her thighs. Then he brushed his hand over her thighs and slid it under her legs. Parting her thighs he knelt towards her moist pussy, inhaling her scent. She smelt fresh and feminine. He had to taste her so he flicked his tongue along her folds and lapped up her nectar. She tasted exquisite, and her skin was warm and soft. He rested a hand on her mound and continued to stimulate her delicate flesh with his tongue. She moaned and ground her hips up towards him. The sounds of her pleasure excited him, and he asked her if she’d like to take him inside her. ‘Yes,’ she breathed heavily in her aroused state. Jeff laid down, untying his shorts and sliding them off. He pulled her on top of him, telling her he wanted her to take control. ‘You mastered the kite-surfing today, now ride on me and take your pleasure.’
This sounded like an offer she couldn’t refuse. He pulled a condom from a pocket in his shorts, and removed the sheath from its packet. He rolled it along his length. Lucie could see he was girthy; he’d stretch her since it had been at least a year since she’d last been this close to male company. She held his thick shaft at her entrance and sat down upon him, taking his head in followed by the first few inches of his cock. He was warm and firm, and he growled as she sunk down on him, the sensations of her rippling pussy flesh gripping him and arousing him further still, if that were possible. As she undulated her hips over him, she felt her pussy clasp his cock, clenching around him. There was ‘muscle memory’ it seemed, despite the drought in her sex life this past year.  
Jeff encouraged her, telling her how good she felt around him. He held onto her hips and eased her up and down upon his hard length. ‘Touch yourself and give yourself pleasure,’ he commanded in a gruff voice. She could tell he was reaching the point of no return, and she slowed her movements down, purposefully delaying the inevitable. She reached down and rubbed her fingers over her clitoris, swirling around it in circular motions. She could feel the pleasurable sensations build and Jeff started to rock her up and down upon his shaft once more. In a few more thrusts she felt her orgasm release, making her pussy spasm and clench around him. Jeff reached his climax momentarily, and groaned with satisfaction, kissing Lucie deeply on the lips. 
After they’d laid awhile, basking in the serene afterglow of their passionate encounter, Jeff asked Lucie when she would be returning to her home. ‘In four days,’ Lucie sighed. ‘Is there a chance we could make this a regular feature in the next four days?’ replied Jeff. ‘Oh, I think I definitely need more surfing and Pilates tuition!’ Lucie said teasingly, and kissed him again. This retreat was just what she’d needed after all!

Adult Education at the Parents Evening

It’s parents evening at the school, I go there to hear about my daughter’s progress. The teachers break off from the hall into their respective class rooms. I see my daughter’s teacher, who tells me that my daughter is settling into her first year well. After I finish listening to the teacher’s feedback about my daughter I ask any questions I have, then leave the room. I walk down the hallway passing the staff room. I see three men around the noticeboard in the hallway. As I walk past, one of them calls out to me, “young lady; we are disappointed with your report! See us in our office.” I walk to the end of the corridor, and go to the ladies restroom. At the mirror, I straighten my hair, reapply my lipstick and unbutton the top buttons of my blouse.

I walk back to the staff room. The men are gone from the corridor. I reach the staff room door; and knock twice. “Come In!” A deep voice calls from within. I open the door and it creaks open. I see the eldest of the three men, a late 40s dark-haired man in a dark grey wool jacket and with a short beard peppered with grey hairs. His eyes crinkle as he smiles at me. “Ms L, how lovely of you to pop by. We have some important business to discuss. Your performance of late has been erratic. You appear unfocused and distracted. We would like to propose a plan to improve your concentration. You will need to work closely with all three of us.”
At these last words, the two other men appear from the secretary’s office. They are in their 30s, one is brown haired and brown eyed. The other is blonde with blue/grey eyes. “You will firstly work with Mr Bennett and Mr Johnson. Thereafter you shall see me and I will build upon their teachings. You will be expected to attend all meetings and complete any assignments. Your lessons will begin tonight, with Mr Bennett. John, please take Ms L to the study room.”

Lesson 1

John steps toward the door and gestures to me to exit before him. I step forward out of the room, and he follows closing the door behind us. We walk down the hall in silence; when we reach the study room he informs me we are to go in, and take a seat. He sits down, then asks me to read a sheet of paper. I read; it’s all very perplexing. Talking about hard and soft limits. I scan the document, see there is a box for my signature; I sign my name and hand him the paper. He takes it from me then looks into my eyes and tells me to strip to my underwear and lean over the desk.
I stand and wriggle my skirt down over my hips. I unbutton my blouse and remove it. Underneath I’m in a sheer black bra and panty set. There are pink bows on my bra straps and on the front of my pants. I lean over the desk as instructed, gripping the edge. A crackle of tension sparks in the air, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.  I hear a swish and then a loud ‘crack!’ as my buttock burns with hot fire. Several short, sharp blows land on my arse cheeks in quick succession, making my skin feel hot. I feel the sting as the blows carry on until I’ve had at least 10 per cheek.

A natural talent

As he finishes, I hear Mr Bennett’s heavy breathing. He looks flushed, as I imagine my sore buttocks do. He clears his throat and instructs me to “Part your legs please.” I do so, and immediately feel his hand cup my crotch, as he murmurs “hmm, very nice- wider please.”
Inching my legs apart his hand is able to slide into the gusset of my panties and two fingers glide along my folds, which to my surprise are slick with juices.

He removes his hand from my pants, licks one finger and hums appreciatively, before offering the other finger to my mouth and imploring me to suck. I take the finger in my mouth and suck it, swirling my tongue around, collecting the tangy nectar from my pussy on my taste buds. “A natural talent you have there,'” he demurs in a smooth baritone. I gaze up at him through my lashes, and release his finger from my lips.

“You may kneel,” he utters. It’s not a request however, as I sense the commanding tone in his voice. I slide onto my knees, and look up at him, innocently. “Please keep your eyes in front of you, towards the floor. You may only look at me when I address you.” I look down as instructed, and as I do, I hear his belt being unbuckled followed by the zip on his suit trousers opening…

PART TWO

Under his trousers, he has no briefs or boxers, he is bare, and his thick swollen head tents up, peeking at me with its dripping ‘eye.’

“You may suck me,” John rasps as his breathing gets heavier. I look up and my eyes widen in earnest. He notices, as he chuckles, and asks innocently, “why are you so surprised? You were informed your lessons would begin this evening, and you’ve already given me an insight as to your oral skills. You could do with being more confident in your ability as I’m sure you’ll be most proficient once you have practiced a few times.”

Feeling apprehensive and aroused at the same time, I part my lips and lick my lower one. His eyes are on mine, and they smoulder with desire as I lean towards him. Taking him in my mouth, my tongue flicks and swirls around his glans. I bob my head up and down and suck on his warm throbbing length, as he holds my head and thrusts his hips. It doesn’t take long at all, before he is tensing and releasing his creamy ejaculate into my waiting mouth. I swallow most of it, but a little trail is left on my chin as I release his softening cock with a ‘pop’.

He wipes my chin with his finger and tells me to lick it clean. I do so, then he smiles down at me and says, “that concludes my lesson but you will have further instruction from Mr Johnson and Sir Baker.” At this declaration, he takes his leave and I am left perhaps 5 minutes before I hear quick purposeful steps coming down the corridor.

Lesson 2

Mr Johnson enters the room but immediately declares it to be not the right location; “this simply will not do for what I had in mind! Let’s take a walk to somewhere more suitable.”

I open my mouth to ask him where he wishes to go, but before I can utter a word he sharply states, “I do not wish to hear you speak except for when I address you. Is that clear?” I reply, “yes Mr Johnson,” barely speaking the words before he ushers me out of the room and down the hallway. We turn a corner, walk down another corridor passing a stairway before reaching a set of double doors opening into a gymnasium.

As we enter, I notice a pommel horse, to one side. He directs me over to it then tells me to lean over and grip the rings on the top. My feet are nudged apart by his foot, and he instructs me to part my legs before bending down to secure straps around my ankles. The straps are interconnected by a spreader bar.

Learning self-control

I then feel Mr Johnson’s warm hand brushing my mound from behind. “Let’s see how you can control yourself,” he states, before coating my parted labia with a cool lubricant. He places what feels like a vibrator on my exposed slit, which he switches on, a rhythmic thrum pulsing out over my pussy. Mr Johnson runs the vibrator up and down my slit, teasing me briefly before resting it over my clitoris. He traces it side to side over my delicate pearl and I grind my hips against it.

“No!” He barks out, “you do not have permission to move and you will cum when I allow you to.” He removes the vibrator away from my wanting pussy lips. “I will return the pleasure to you, once you have apologised for your misdemeanour.”

I lick my lips and start to say that “I’m sorry,” He tuts and scornfully enquires “is that your idea of an apology? A half-hearted pathetic and generic ‘sorry’?” This reminds me of the situation I find myself in- he wants to be completely dominant over me, and control what happens in the gymnasium with me. Aware that I must apologise properly before he will proceed I speak more eloquently, “I apologise Mr Johnson for moving without your permission.”

Good pupils are rewarded

I feel the vibrator return to my swollen vulva and hum back to life, as he says more kindly “Thank you for correcting yourself. Let’s continue, shall we?” Of course his statement is rhetorical, but I find myself uttering “Yes, please Mr Johnson.” He chuckles and reminds me, “this is a test of your control; pass it, and you’ll be rewarded.” For several minutes the vibrations remain at a low continuous frequency, then I hear a click and there is a brief pause before the vibrations continue at an increased frequency. Between my legs I feel the warmth and slipperiness emanating in response. My breathing quickens and I feel Mr Johnson’s thumb and forefinger pinching each of my nipples in turn. I gasp and he instructs me, “focus on the sensation, feel the heat radiate through you.”

Something certainly is radiating through me, but it is not just heat, it is pleasurable too. “I’m going to do that again,” Mr Johnson informs me, as he tweaks each engorged nub, and simultaneously increases the vibrators frequency. “Wait for my command,” he reiterates. I am practically panting by now, and I desperately need some release. He knows it; he moves the vibrator from side to side across my clitoris and up over the clitoral hood, before tracing in down again.

As he teases me in this way I grip the rings on the pommel horse harder, and see my knuckles glowing white through the flesh. It seems like I’m on the edge of a precipice and any second now I could be hurtling over it. I focus my mind on the humming from the vibrator, which keeps me calm.  Soon enough, Mr Johnson speaks to me, commanding what I have been waiting for; “You may cum. Now Ms L!”

At this instruction, my body tenses and the ‘falling over the edge’ sensation catapults me to orgiastic heights. As I feel the pleasure rush through me, my body relaxes and I slump over the pommel horse. “It seems like you have passed this test, Ms L”, but you will have another soon!”

To be continued, in Part Three

 

Winner of Bunny’s Prize-giving write-off!

It was a close call but, the winner of Bunny’s Erotic Write-Off has been decided!

They have been informed, and here is their winning entry; enjoy reading this exciting story!

 

Written by mr man (@mrrobert154)

First Meeting

“Darren had been messaging this lady for a while and they had been discussing the possibility of going to a dungeon together to be mistress and slave. He finally got the courage to message her and arrange a time and place. The day arrived and when Darren got to the dungeon he was very excited but also apprehensive as he didn’t know exactly what he was going to be subjected to.

As he entered she was waiting for him; she walked over and told him to strip. As he removed his clothes she fastened a collar around his neck. Once all Darren’s clothes were off, his mistress walked him over to a St Andrews cross and shackled him to it, she removed a bamboo cane from the wall and flexed it between her hands.

Darren clenched his ass cheeks in anticipation; as his mistress struck his tightly-clenched cheeks, a wave of pain and pleasure shot through his body. Before he had time to fully process what had happened to him she struck again, and then again.

“You have been a very naughty boy” she said, “making me wait so long for you to be my slave”.

Darren’s mistress unshackled him and led him over to a queening chair, she strapped him down and told him “you are going to make me squirt all over your face. I am going to play with your cock at the same time but you cannot cum or else!”

‘Or else what?’ he wondered but dare not ask. His mistress straddled his face and he got stuck into his task. He licked, sucked, nibbled and probed her beautiful pussy; she writhed around on his tongue moaning every time he hit the right spot. All the time she was riding him, she was simultaneously wanking his cock hard.

He was trying not think about what his mistress was doing to his cock, just the fact that he had to make her squirt. Her moans were getting closer together and she was grinding into his face harder and deeper. She stopped wanking him so he knew she was close to the edge. He lapped at her clit and she finally released her warm juices all over his face.

It felt fantastic as she did and Darren lapped it up eagerly trying not to waste a drop. When his mistress had come down from her orgasmic high she released him from the chair and stood him up. She leant into him and whispered in his ear “you were a very good slave. You didn’t cum. Now I am going to treat you to an orgasm you will never forget!”

She blindfolded him and put a large ball-gag in his mouth, then lead him over to what he would later find out was a whipping bench. “Kneel,” she commanded him, before strapping his legs to the bench. Then she slowly bent him over and strapped his body and arms down tight so he couldn’t struggle free.

Darren could hear his mistress walking around him; the anticipation was exciting him. He heard a vibrator start up, then it was placed against the head of his throbbing cock. The pleasure buzzed through him. He could feel his cock twitching and then suddenly it stopped.

As he calmed down from near orgasm it started again. This carried on four more times. Darren really wanted to cum and his mistress knew it, she was extremely good at edging him, she knew the exact moment to stop every time.

There was a long pause then all of a sudden Darren felt something dribble down between his bum cheeks followed by a finger rubbing around his asshole. He gasped as it slid in, quickly followed by a second. He relaxed as the fingers started working in and out of his slippery hole, then they stopped and were replaced by something a bit more solid and a lot larger.

He felt it at the entrance of his ass then slowly the bulbous end of his mistress’s strap-on eased in. His ass was full; suddenly the end hit his p-spot and he experienced a feeling of exhilaration like he never had before.

His mistress thrust in and out of him, slowly at first, hitting that magical spot. He moaned with every thrust; the feeling was exquisite unlike anything he’d felt before in his life. He so desperately wanted to orgasm but also didn’t want the pleasure to end. His mistress reached around and put the vibrator back on the end of his bulging cock.

The thrusting in his ass and the vibrations through his shaft sent Darren into a world of ecstasy. He shot his cum all over the vibrator and his body quivered at the orgasm he had just experienced. His mistress withdrew her strap-on and unfastened him from the bench, removing the ball gag from his mouth before teasing the vibrator in, telling him to “clean it up”. He licked his cum from the vibrator, removed his blindfold then went to get freshened up, all the time thinking that he couldn’t wait for the next meeting.”

***Bunny’s Prize-giving Write-off***

You’ve heard of the Great British Bake Off, and Strictly Come Dancing’s ‘Dance off,’ but there’s a new competition coming to you special ‘Downthebunnyrabbithole’ blog readers… the Erotic Write-Off!

The prize, though maybe not as amazing as some others featured in blog giveaways, will hopefully incentivise some of you creative folk to take part. It is not a shiny, rumbly magical wand, or a super soft dual-density silicone dildo, but it is *ta-dah*, a box of Lovehoney goodies, containing:

  • Small Lockable Toy Case
  • Swoon Watermelon massage candle
  • Lovehoney Chocolate Body Paint
  • Pack of assorted sachets of flavoured lubricant
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Oops, it fell down the rabbit hole… picture uploaded from my phone.

***Disclaimer- cuddly bunnies are not included, nor are the rose petals,

they are purely for illustrative purposes***

 

This collection of goodies would be fantastic for sharing with your beau or belle for Valentines Day (sorry, but now Christmas is resigned to the loft for another year, we are looking ahead to other seasonal times, and cosy nights in with our ‘loved-up’ ones.

I won’t bore you with ‘rules’ but there are some conditions to entry:

  1. Entrants must be over 18 years and reside in the UK. Sorry but I cannot ship overseas.
  2. No entrants from other ‘giveaway’ blogs  will be allowed.
  3. The story must be an erotic short story of your own creation, between 600-1000 words in length. Please make it engaging and create a storyline. Not just a pornographic jumble of words!
  4. The winner will be notified by DM, on Twitter, and will be required to provide a postal address.
  5. Entries will be reviewed until 8pm Sunday 22nd January 2017. A winner will then be selected based on their storyline, reader engagement, and erotic content.
  6. Only the first 10 entries will be reviewed. Once I have received the maximum number of entries the competition will close. This is because I am doing all the reviewing and I simply do not have enough time to read any more than 10 stories.
  7. The winner will be able to have their story displayed on my blog, under their twitter handle. Please only enter if you are willing to share your story on my blog, under your @name.

I think that’s plenty of conditions, so I hope you will think up some seductive stories and enter for your chance to win a small but sweet selection of Lovehoney goodies!

Please email your entry to rabbitloversl812@gmail.com before 8pm on 22nd January.

Thank you for reading and supporting my blog!

Luv bunny xx

 

Evening Encounters of the Erotic kind

This short story depicts an evening’s ‘encounters of an erotic kind.’

Masquerade mask

 

Grand entrance

You are going to a party. Your friend invited you. You have to dress smart; in a suit and with a tie. And wear a mask. The taxi picks you and your friend up. The driver takes you to your destination without any words being exchanged. You both exit the taxi. You stand at the apex of an arched gravel drive, with steps leading into a stately home. Lights are on in the front porch and a doorman greets you, opening the door. As soon as you enter, your friend disappears. You walk into a grand room, there are cages in three of the corners, two contain beautiful women, painted as wild big cats; a tigress and a cheetah. The third contains a black male, with a single horn on his forehead. He is a muscly stocky man, on all fours. A rhino, flaring his nostrils.

In the centre of the room, beams suspend from the ceiling. The beams have metal rings in them, tethered to which are two slave women in leather harnesses. They are being flogged, with jewelled plugs in their bottoms. The women scream as they are flogged, but they sound like screams of euphoria.

Off to one side, a Domme has a male sub at her feet, he is worshipping her toes, and kissing each one as he strokes her arched instep. A female sub is licking the Domme’s pussy as the Domme fingers the sub’s tight hole. The Domme lets the female pleasure her for a time, before she pushes her away and straddles the male sub. She grasps his balls and holds them firmly, as she impales herself on his stiff thick shaft. She beckons to another male, who lies under her with his head under her crotch. His tongue extends to lick her engorged labia, and suckle her clitoris as she grinds her way to a rapturous climax atop the male slave. The Domme wails with her orgasm, and the shackled slaves simultaneously scream in ecstasy as they receive flogs to their wet pussies.

Passionate play

In another area of the room, a large inflatable mattress lies on the floor, occupied by couples writhing on each other, covered in gelatinous seaweed gel. Breasts glide over buttocks, and hard cocks slide between thighs and into wet pussies. Moans of pleasure ripple among the writhing bodies, all beautiful and lithe.

I am lying on the mattress, between two men. One man is pumping his hips as he moves his length in and out of my pussy from behind. The other man in front is massaging my breasts. I rub my clitoris, and cum, then the men swap places. I take the fresh cock in my cum-soaked pussy, sucking it in hungrily. We undulate together, a dance of lovers embracing and fighting for control, all the while losing our minds and composure in our intoxicating lust. The sweat beads on our brows as we groan our pleasure. We cum together, tortuous yet sublime, as we look into each other’s eyes and passionately kiss.

Girls just want to have fun

Once our tryst is over, an attractive woman approaches me. She whispers something in my ear. I giggle, and wrap my arms around her before kissing her, then sliding myself up and down her front. We kiss and rub our pussies against the others thigh, before I flip round and put my head in her lap. She sighs as I gently trace my tongue around her labia, making a slow circle around her pussy lips. I flick my tongue up her slit and across her engorged clitoris. She groans in pleasure, arching her back and I clamp my lips around the little bud and suckle it more firmly, alternating with broad lapping strokes along her lips. My middle finger from my right hand pushes into her pussy hole, and I curve it upward in her slick tunnel.

Her pussy walls grip my finger and I enter another to join it. Together my fingers and tongue beckon her to lose herself in her pleasure, teasing the rough textured bump on her inner front wall. As her breathing shallows and accelerates, I quicken my pace, massaging that sweet spot inside her. She starts to tense and bear down, almost becoming rigid before her back arches again and she spasms in waves of climactic release before me. My work done, I leave the slippery mattress and walk over to the caged Rhino. He locks eyes with me and grunts. His nostrils flare as he smells the sex emanating from me. “My dear pet, would you like to play?” A nod from him seals his fate and I unlock the cage door…