Friday Quickie: Through the Branches

throught the branches

Through the branches I could see glimpses of them. I could hear their frenzied breathing, laughter, and the rustle of clothing being discarded amongst the autumn leaves. They did not know that I was there. How could they? I had watched them arrive though I knew that this was where they met. It was their secret place but I got here first.

He was standing over her now and watching whilst she lifted her hips to slide her panties down over her thighs. Her shoes were still on and I liked that. I like the way her white flesh ended in that hard leather. He was pulling at his belt buckle and then unpopped the buttons on his jeans. They spread open and his large cock rose from between the denim curtains. She giggled and reached up for him, pulling on him, dragging him down towards her. She wanted him and I wanted her to want him.

I did not move. I did not breathe though I was tingling at the sight of them. I watched as he moved down and knelt between her parted legs. She moaned as he lapped at her and a strange silence hung in the air punctuated only by her soft moans, his wet licking. She must be so wet by now. I was wet too. I could imagine how his tongue would feel. I knew that tongue. I knew that what he was doing to her, he had once done to me. I enjoyed the power of that knowledge and reached down to touch myself.

He took his hard cock in his hand and told her to watch as he twisted his strong hand round the shaft of him, making the skin strain and his tip burn with that purple hue of desire. I watched as he spat on his hands. I had liked it when he did that, praised him for it. I had taught him well.

And then he moved between her legs, pushing himself deep inside her. He slid in easily and she gasped at the sheer size of him as he ground himself deeper into her. He began to thrust – slowly at first and she moaned and tipped her head back against the damp leaves, her blonde hair spreading and tangling itself amongst the roots of the tree. She peaked and that pushed him forwards. this would be no slow, shuddering peak. He was going faster now and I knew that within seconds he too would peek and his hot seed would spill out inside her. She would feel that wave of warmth deep inside her and its presence would create a deeper orgasm. That too was a memory – the feel of a climax which emerged like waves from the very core of her, rippling out from her centre so that she would forget herself in the softness of it.

He fell forwards onto her and I knew to wait for a few minutes. There would be no lingering caress, no whispered tenderness. For a second she reached out towards him, to stroke his face perhaps, but then her hand withdrew and she reached for her scattered clothing which lay around them like discarded papers. He rolled off and lay on his back. His wet cock glistened in the autumn sunshine and he closed his eyes, as if to sleep. But he was not sleeping, he was hiding his eyes from the sight of her as she pulled her clothes towards her and tried to dress without standing up.

When her clothes were on, she stood up. “Same time next week?”

He looked over towards the bush where I was hidden, and nodded. “Same time next week, yes.”

And I nodded back at him. Same time next week.


Another Friday Quickie for you. I hope you are enjoying these little stories. I have had a busy week of writing “Hunting the Tiger” and cannot wait to share a few snippets with you. But not yet… I am not ready to share my characters yet – they are too precious, they are not quite ready! When they are, you will be the first to know.

I would love some of your ideas for FQ stories. If you have something you would like to share then do leave a comment. The most enticing idea will be popped in my notebook so that the seed can germinate between those darkened covers. If I do decide that your idea is intoxicating then I might even send you a free copy of “Maid For Pleasure”, my first novel about a Victorian girl who is taught the art of seduction. Pleasing her master is all that she desires.

If you can’t wait then you can get the book by clicking on the link on my Bookshelf page which is HERE.

Until then, have a sensual and fulfilling weekend my loves,







ps:photo credit: Yevy Photography via photopin cc with a little bit of playing of my own!


Friday Quickie: Say Nothing

say nothing

She was sat on the edge of the bed. The darkened room was a blessing. She was unwilling to take in its tawdry cheapness, the little touches by a landlady unable to rise above her own limited thinking. It was the right place for this. It was the right place for him.

She spread her thighs wide so that her dark mound of hair was visible in the mirror opposite her. She ran her fingers down the side of her pert, naked breast. The nipples were alert – form the cold, from anticipation, from fear too. The netted windows let in a sickly yellow glow from the street lights outside and she could hear the drunken laughter of holiday revellers. She could have been out there with them. She could have drunk herself into a state of abandon. But that was not what she wanted. She wanted this – this room, this time, this man.

He moved behind her onto the bed and spread her thighs a little wider. She did not look at his face, only watched as his hands gently swept the hair back from her neck. His kisses were gentle, insistent. She felt the light flick of his tongue against the pulsing in her neck. Her clit contracted and then released as wetness began to expand within her. He was running the back of his hands down her arms and when he got to her wrist, he circled it, guiding it forwards to her sex. She inhaled sharply, wondering if she was ready to share such intimacy with him. He was barely more than a stranger but she liked that. She liked the freedom that came with only knowing his name – nothing else.

She allowed her fingers to open her lips and stroked upwards, spreading the wetness from the depth of her up over her erect clit. He pulled back a little and watched as she slowly began to rub herself. Then his fingers pushed hers away and he took over, mirroring her actions, understanding what she wanted.

‘Say nothing,’ she had told him before they entered the room.

She reached behind her and took hold of the long shaft of him guiding its tip down to the point where her spine met the dark crack of her buttocks. It tickled a little and she lifted her hips to allow it to move down. There would be no entry. That was not part of their unspoken deal. But she wanted him to go further than she had gone before. She wanted a hint of what was possible in this room. Only a hint, not a promise.

His hands were moving faster now and she lost her thoughts to the slow, rhythmic grind of her hips. She loved this point when her body took over and she could escape into the hard feel of fingers circling her, rubbing her. No need to fantasize here. This was reality and her body knew the difference.

The wetness was increasing now as her muscles contracted. She wanted him inside her but she would not have him. That was going too far. Instead she licked her index finger and pushed it inside her. Their hands were entwined, moving together. Behind her, he pushed into her hands and she felt the gratifying moisture of his own desire spreading from the top of his member, making her hand glide a little over the taut skin of his long, hard shaft.

They were both moving faster now. There was nothing to think of anymore. There was only sweet, urgent sensation, the inevitable pushing forwards. She slid in another finger wanting to feel that resistance and grinding her hips into their hands. They moved, pulsed, rocked together. And then rubbing,  rubbing, until her body opened to it. She felt the surge of him, his seed spreading down her crack towards the contracting mouth of her sex. Their hands were wet. She was moaning quietly as the waves spread through her and her head flicked back. One final gasp and then the softness, the darkness, the glow.

Say nothing, she had ordered him. Say nothing.

Another little interlude to ease you into the end of another week. It has been a rather drifty week for me as I move onto the dreaded mid section of my second novel “Hunting the Tiger.” I find myself often gripped by my Inner Second Guesser, questioning whether my words are really communicating the sensuality and sultry nature of the story. However, I will push on because I am damn well enjoying writing this new novel.  And what better way to spend my days as the southern hemisphere slowly eases itself into Autumn.  I love holing myself up with my characters and  going on their journey with them – it’s a privilege to be experiencing these sensual things, albeit vicariously.  Still I have my own moments of sauciness too….

If you haven’t downloaded your copy of “Maid For Pleasure”, then you might be interested to know that “The Mirror”, lessons 1 and 2 of Kitty’s education is available free on Smashwords. If you want to check it out then do click here.  I would love your feedback – my readers have been so kind in offering me great ideas and I love to hear from you.

But I am also absolutely loving writing these little snippets of sexiness for you.

If you are enjoying them or have an idea for a story that you would like to read then please leave a comment below and I will do my best to oblige.

Have a gorgeous weekend, darling.


ps… I have played with it a little but the photo credit: Leanne Surfleet via photopin cc