Abstinence makes the heart grow fonder

10 Oct

They met in the hotel bar. She in a tight black dress that clung to her curves, him still in his work gear. Smart of course, he wouldn’t have been allowed in otherwise, but nothing special, just a shirt, a tie.

She was working of course, she was always working, the hotel was just one of the perks of the job. He was there for her.

He sat at the bar, drink in hand, and watched as she bent over towards the barman to make her order.

He saw the guys eyes widen as his gaze dropped down to her cleavage before she stood again, waiting.

The barman rushed off to make her a drink, waving away her money with a wink. He already hated that guy. Jealousy was a bitch.

Tonight she was a bitch as well, barely glancing his way as she downed her drink in one and sauntered past him to the exit, hips swaying seductively.

It took him a good second or two to notice the room key she’d dropped in his lap. Room 216, second floor.

Leaving his drink untouched, he made his leisurely way to the lift. Didn’t pay to look too keen for the ladies. No one likes a pushover.

The lift door slid open as he approached and there she was, waiting. A hand on one hip and a mocking look in her eye. She’d known he’d come after her.

The second floor button was already lit as he stepped into the cage. Wary now like Daniel amongst the lions. There was only one of her, mind, but the look in her eyes told him she’d eat him whole given the chance.

He didn’t give her the chance.

Before the doors had even closed he had her pressed up against the wall, hands pinned above her head, legs wrapped round his waist. If he let her go she’d have her claws in his back and her mouth wrapped round his cock in seconds.

It was not a risk he was prepared to take tonight.

Her mouth devoured his as the lift rose to its destination, her lips clinging to his like a starving man with his first meal. It had been almost half a year and she was hungry. Hungry for him.

Her arms snaked around his neck as they exited the lift, her legs still wound around his waist.

The hotel room was empty, generic, same as every hotel room the world over despite its inflated prices.

The zip of her dress he undid as he walked, flinging her off him and onto the bed, the dress still held tightly in his hands. It tore, of course it did, but that wasn’t important.

Splayed on the bed, naked but for heels and stockings, the temptress looked up at him with an amused gleam in her eye. Waiting.

With a snort of impatience, he ripped off his tie. The shirt he pulled over his head, not bothering with the buttons. His trousers fell where they lay and were kicked to one side with his shoes. This was no time for slow and tender.

She dug her talons into his shoulders and he peeled them off, holding her hands above her head as he entered her without finesse. The waiting was over.

Her eyes widened as he buried himself in her and paused, looking deep into her eyes. Asking questions he can’t speak for fear of the answer.

Is she still his?

A shiver runs through him as she holds his gaze and whispers softly.

“Always.”

They rut like animals, hard and fast and loud. Both racing to the finish line.

The time for tender is later. Now is urgent, desperate, both doing everything in their power to force the other to come first.

He whispers dirty nothing’s in her ear as he thrusts, things he’d like to do to her, memories of things they’ve already done.

She moans, whispers filthy thoughts back at him, images of her lips wrapped around his cock, fuck me, fuck me harder. She tenses her internal muscles, squeezing and releasing him until he groans.

In response he changes the angle, pushing her knees up against his chest, her ankles draped over his shoulders in that position he knows she likes best.

Well best for now at least. Given that he’s stronger than her and she can’t roll on top.

He thrusts, she purrs, he groans she bites. In the end both are the victor, or neither, her orgasm triggering his as he pumps her full of cum.

Sated, temporarily, they lay entwined on the cover. Before lust takes over and they begin again. Slower this time, after all, they have all night.

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Sinful Desires

30 Sep

You may recall last week I was particularly excited about a new story I’d started.

Well, it’s finished 🙂

Although when I say finished, it’s rather turned into a bit of a series, this is only the first installment with at least two more to follow.

These aren’t full length novels, but they are a lot longer than my shorter, short stories, around 9000 words each, and for today only, I have placed the first in the series – Teasing Sarah – on Smashwords using their “pay what it’s worth” option.

This means for those of you who have yet to read one of my stories (or who don’t usually use Smashwords) that you are able to download for free, or pay what you think it’s worth, anything from $0.01 upwards.

It’s available in most formats, from Kindle to PDF and everything in between, so why not take a look.

Also for the one or two of you who haven’t got my short story collection – Exposed by Desire 2 – and I know that most of you already have so apologies for the shameless plug – this is free via the Amazon Kindle store for the remainder of the day. Search for “Exposed by Desire 2” or use one of the links below.

US linky

UK linky

But enough of the promotion, what you really want to know is what happens in the new book, and why has it become a series right?

In Book One we meet Sarah and Nick. They started talking online and this is their first meeting. Sarah is understandably nervous so it’s just as well Nick is the confident type. And did I mention he’s a little kinky as well?

Sarah soon finds this out when five minutes after meeting him she finds herself handcuffed and blindfolded!

Things are going well, the sex is as amazing as he’d promised, but then Sarah hears the bedroom door opening and someone else walks in…

I’ll leave you to find the rest out for yourselves but I have to say this was one of the hottest stories I’ve ever had the pleasure of writing.

But why a series, I hear you cry?

Well, because I’m not quite done with Sarah and Nick just yet. And of course don’t forget the mysterious third person. They have quite an idea in the second book and decide to pay Nick back for his teasing, with Sarah’s help of course.

That’s all I’m telling you for the moment, but suffice to say I’m absolutely in love with these characters already and I hope you like them as much as I do. I shall post a teaser of the next story as soon as I’ve written it so keep an eye out, you don’t want to miss it, I promise.

As always, comments, criticism and reviews are always welcome. And if you don’t already follow me on twitter why not come along and join in the fun, you can find me at twitter.com/lexirosewrites

A lesson learnt

29 Sep

Today I deleted every dating app from my phone.

Why? I hear you ask. Well three reasons…

1. I’m not looking to date. I’m not looking for a relationship, or to make new friends, I’m not even looking for casual sex. In fact I’m not entirely sure ‘what’ I’m looking for. Until I know what I want it seems pointless to be ‘looking’.

2. The majority of the guys I met on these apps did nothing to improve my rather cynical views on men in general. I’ll admit it, I’m a closet romantic. I’d like to believe that somewhere out there is a guy that’s my ‘one’, my soulmate, the person I want to be with for the rest of my life and who feels the same about me.

Not someone who’s looking for a quick fumble in the toilets, or a married guy who wants some fun on the side, I want someone who wants more than that. I want more than that.

And perhaps more importantly…

3. I found myself turning into someone I don’t want to be. A bitch.

I knew I wasn’t on these apps in any serious capacity and so I started viewing the people I talked to as mere entertainment. Something to amuse my friends and twitter followers with. Something less than human. I fell into the trap of thinking I was better than them and therefore I had the right to do this.

And then someone stepped in and sent me a few words that made me think about what I was doing. What I was becoming.

I’m sure to a lot of you that sounds rather melodramatic, after all, it’s only the Internet right? But actually, these guys are still people and I had no right to act how I did. I’m ashamed of myself. Sad but true.

So the fun’s over. Lesson learnt. And thanks to the person who stepped in and stopped me before I took things too far. We all need friends like that sometimes 🙂

Today is a good day!

19 Sep

Wow! I decided that after the success of my first ever free book promo on Amazon I would run another. It went active at 9am this morning and as I type (10:46am), downloads are already in the three figure mark!

This makes me happy 🙂

If you haven’t already downloaded a copy, here’s the linky:

UK: Exposed by Desire 2

US: Exposed by Desire 2

Now I know that not all of you have Kindles or iPhones or iPads and so free ebooks on Amazon are just a kick in the teeth really, why should they get something you can’t huh? So I started playing around on Smashwords looking for a way to reward all of you guys who read my blog and follow my Twitter, my ‘fans’ as it were, and I found something great!

Smashwords, if you’ve never used it, is a site where you can buy ebooks in a variety of formats for different ereaders, kindles, nooks, you can even download PDFs to read on your computer or print out if you struggle reading on screen. It really is a fanatastic site. But what I found makes it even better (apologies for my excitement, I’m easily pleased).

On Smashwords, you can generate vouchers! Yup, that’s right, I can give you a code that you can type in when you purchase to give you lots of yummy discounts.

So…

Just for you lovely lot, I’ve created two coupons for my two other collections of short stories. Now, not only will you be able to download in any format, but you’ll also be getting something that you can’t get on Amazon.

For a whole month, that’s right, until the 19th of October, you can use the following codes:

VD54T will get you almost 70% off the list price of Bound by Lust making it just $0.99/£0.77!

And even better still….

XG75L will get you 100% off the list price of Exposed by Desire 1

That’s right guys, that last one is ABSOLUTELY FREE for a month.

So please, take a look, read, enjoy, and if you want to make my day how about leaving a review. Maybe I’ll even have a treat waiting for you if you do 😉

Lexi x

Well hello again

17 Sep

First off, apologies for my absence recently, unfortunately work took priority but I’m back now and boy have I had some fun today.

Yes, yes, I’ve been writing and this story is hot (in my opinion anyway). It has all of my favourite things, a sexy, dominant guy, handcuffs, teasing, tension and a new favourite fantasy of mine, the addition of a second woman. I blame a combination of writing Jemma’s Dilemma and a rather interesting conversation with a friend that left me all hot and bothered afterwards.

I never thought I had any interest in women before that conversation and I certainly don’t have any experience so any errors in the final story are most definitely mine. I anticipate the story being finished either late tonight or early tomorrow morning, but for now, here’s a tiny teaser to get you all worked up for what’s to come…

Enjoy 🙂

And, as always, I welcome any comments, criticisms or suggestions.

 

Standing on the unfamiliar train platform, Sarah looked around nervously. She wasn’t sure what worried her more, that he wouldn’t be here and her trip would be wasted, or that he was here, waiting for her now, watching.

Had he seen her already? The platform was emptying rapidly as people pushed their way through the ticket barriers and the wind from the departing train whipped her long dark hair around her face as she pulled out her phone. No going back now.

Sending a quick text to ask where he was, she turned, shoving her phone back into her bag as she scanned the passengers on the opposite platform. What if he’d taken one look at her and decided he’d made a mistake? She hadn’t wanted to look like she’d made too much effort so she was just wearing the minimum of make up, mascara, eye shadow, lip gloss. She’d umm’d and ahh’d over clothing before deciding to go for something pretty but casual, a shortish, flowery dress with leggings and ballet pumps, luckily the weather was still warm enough to get away without wearing a jacket.

A train pulled into the opposite platform, carrying off the rest of the passengers and she sighed in disappointment. Her phone remained resolutely silent. He wasn’t coming.

Crumpling her ticket in her hand she made her way down the stairs to the tunnel linking the two platforms. Oh well, plenty more fish and all that rubbish.

A train rumbled into the station above and the lights flickered slightly, making the dark dinginess of the tunnel seem even more depressing. The passengers from the arriving train pushed down the stairs in front of her and she stood by to let them pass, checking her phone one more time, just in case she’d missed something but there was nothing. Taking a deep breath she dropped her phone back in her bag, the crush of people easing now as the tunnel cleared. Maybe he hadn’t got her text. Should she call him, or would that make her seem desperate?

She was still trying to make up her mind when she felt a hard, male body press against her from behind and a voice spoke softly in her ear.

“Hi,” he whispered, “sorry I’m late.”

Smiling, she turned and looked up at him. He was exactly like his pictures, short brown hair, blue eyes and the naughtiest of grins, although she could see he was trying (and failing) to look apologetic.

“I thought you weren’t coming,” she said breathlessly, then mentally kicked herself. Great opening line Sarah, just great. “I mean, you didn’t answer my text or anything so…”

“Shh,” he murmured, reaching out to take her hand in his. She held her breath, her gaze drawn to his mouth. They were so close they were almost touching. Would he kiss her? Unconsciously she began to lean forward, tipping her head up and closing her eyes as his lips descended.

The first touch was gentle, almost tentative, as if he wasn’t quite certain of her reaction. She liked that, like that he wasn’t presuming anything despite their earlier conversations and she stepped closer, his hand still holding hers between their bodies. Tilting her head she kissed him back, lips touching then withdrawing, teasing him. His free hand came up to wind through her hair, holding her still so that he could kiss her properly, nipping lightly at her lower lip before he pulled away, her breathing slightly unsteady as she stared up at him expectantly.

The sudden click of something cold and hard fastening around her right wrist made her look down sharply and step back as it was followed by a similar sensation around her left wrist. Raising her arms bemusedly she stared down at the handcuffs he’d bound her with, looking at him questioningly.

“Do you want me to take them off?” he asked, his tone carefully emotionless as he waited for her reply. Sarah knew she should be scared, she should be utterly freaked and demanding he take them off now. Then she should get straight on that train home and forget this ever happened. But something stopped her.

Curiously she tugged at the cuffs, testing them. They were tight, tight enough that she wouldn’t be able to escape without the key he was currently dangling on a chain from his index finger, but she could still twist her hands within them.

The cold steel felt heavy against her skin and she felt a shiver of excitement snake up her spine as she imagined what it would feel like to be completely helpless, a slave to his will, unable to stop him doing whatever he desired with her.

Her nipples tightening involuntarily at the thought of being tied to his bed, his hands roaming over her body, bringing her to orgasm over and over with no way for her to stop him. Damn it! Fifty Shades had a lot to answer for!

A present. Cos I’m nice like that ;)

6 Sep

As you’ve all been so patient in waiting for my various bits and bobs to post on Literotica, and also to reward all you lovely people who downloaded my ebook last weekend I have a special treat for you.

The following story has been posted to Literotica and will show in a day or three but just for you, I’m going to post it here as well in its entirety. No teasers, no little excerpts, the whole damn lot.

Enjoy x

A late night workout

The gym was deserted at this time of night, even the staff had vanished with nothing for them to do.

He’d come down with some vague idea of improving his muscle tone but sitting on a machine yanking weights on strings was boring at best and now that the televisions and music had been switched off he was seriously considering going home.

The only noise in the place was the swoosh/clang of the weights machine and the rhythmic thumping of some other poor idiot on the running machine round the corner. Fuck it. Even sitting at home alone would be less boring than this.

Grabbing his towel he made his way to the showers, noting on his way past that the other inmate of this madhouse happened to be a rather nicely proportioned brunette, whose skimpy shorts and crop top left very little to the imagination.

He hesitated for a second before continuing towards the changing room. Even the thought of watching her tits bobbing up and down as she ran wasn’t enough to persuade him to spend time on the cardio machines and standing there ogling her would only get him a slap if he was caught. Especially with the growing bulge in his shorts.

The door to the changing room stood open and he hurried through before she could see him, dragging off his sweaty clothes and throwing them on the bench in disgust. He needed to get out more if the sight of a pair of bouncing boobies was enough to bring him to attention!

Twisting the dial on the shower he stepped under the weak spray and closed his eyes, squeezing out some shower gel and lathering up his short hair. It seemed to be taking and age to rinse and he tapped his foot impatiently then froze at the sound of someone clearing their throat.

Frantically trying to wipe soap from his eyes he squinted then rubbed his eyes again. This wasn’t happening!

Standing in front of him was the running girl. Oh god, had he walked into the women’s showers by mistake? Blinking again he struggled to think of something to say but she got there first.

“That for me?” she asked with an evil grin, looking down at his rapidly hardening cock.

Shit! That was bad. That was very bad. Dropping his hands to cover the offending member he tried to think of something non arousing but his brain refused to comply.

“Umm…” he stuttered nervously, “well.. you know…”

She didn’t give him a chance to finish his sentence, batting his hands away and staring at him with a naughty gleam in her eye.

“That’s what I thought.”

Shocked, he watched as she dropped to her knees and hungrily swallowed his cock, one hand coming up to squeeze the base of his shaft, the other lightly tugging and caressing his balls.

He groaned, he knew he should tell her to stop but her mouth was hot and tight and wet around his throbbing length. It felt so wrong but so good at the same time.

She was moaning as her head bobbed greedily up and down on his cock, the water from the shower still streaming down and soaking through her flimsy clothing, moulding it tight to her body.

Her hair was plastered to her skin as she looked up and caught his eye sucking hard as she held his gaze, water dripping down over her nose and chin. He couldn’t help but think of what she’d look like with something else dripping off that gorgeous face and she smirked as if she’d read his thoughts.

Raking her teeth almost painfully up the bottom of his shaft she rocked back on her heels before wrapping her fist around him, sucking just the tip of him back into her mouth as she pumped him with her hand.

His cock hardened even more at the direction his thoughts were taking and he put out both hands to brace himself on the slippery shower walls, his breathing heavy now as her hands and mouth continued their work.

She moaned as she felt him twitching and stiffening against her tongue and that was it, he was gone, his cock shooting sticky ropes of cum over her face and into her open mouth, her tongue darting out to catch more of it as his cock jerked uncontrollably.

She caught his eye and winked, sticking out her tongue to show him what she’d caught before swallowing it down in one gulp and licking her lips.

Kneeling there for just a second longer he took in the sight of her, soaking wet, cum dripping from her face and chin down to her breasts in their tight crop top. Then with a smirk and a quick kiss pressed onto the tip of his cock she stood and, without a word sauntered carelessly out of the changing room door.

Taking a deep, calming breath, he finished his shower and dressed in his street clothes, his mind still a little bemused at what had just happened.

As he stepped out of the changing room he heard the rhythmic sound of someone running. There she was on the machine again, looking as if nothing had happened, the only giveaway the slight dampness of her hair.

Catching his eye in the mirror she winked then turned back to her running. Her breasts bouncing enticingly with each step.

Shaking his head he walked out into the street. Perhaps he should go to the gym more often.

My first lesbian sex scene. Eek!

5 Sep

As you may have guessed from my previous posts, my characters are not behaving themselves as they should!

Jemma, a rather innocent, naive young lady who previously had only ever slept with one man, appears to have developed rather a fondness for the female form. Although in prior chapters this has always been forced rather reluctantly onto her, in the latest chapter she seems to have decided to take matters into her own hands and return the favour to the young girl who gave her her first lesbian encounter in the bath.

This is the first time I’ve written any kind of consensual girl on girl action and I have to say I’m not entirely happy with it. Jemma doesn’t seem to be half as shocked or worried about getting it on with another girl for the first time as I was, where’s the nervousness? Where’s the self doubt? It appears she has none. In fact, I suspect she’s been wanting to give this a go ever since the other girl first touched her!

Either way, the chapter has now been submitted to literotica and should show in a few days. In the meantime, here’s a little sample of what happens when Jemma wakes up in bed with another girl. Enjoy…

Jemma woke to the familiar feel of a warm body wrapped around her. Sighing happily she wriggled closer, still half asleep. Soft arms wound around her waist, delicate fingers stroking gently over the exposed skin of her stomach and up to caress the underside of her breast. Jemma could feel her nipples tightening beneath the sheet and wondered absent-mindedly how it was that this girl, who she’d only met a day or two ago, could know so instinctively how to arouse her body when Kyle didn’t.

The girls clever hands roamed over her body and Jemma gave up the pretence of sleep. She knew this was wrong but it felt too good. Rolling over in the bed, she tentatively reached out her hand to touch the other girl, marvelling at the way her nipples shrunk and hardened beneath Jemma’s questing fingers.

The girls breasts felt strange in her hands, heavy yet delicate, the skin smooth and soft and warm. Gently she lifted, squeezed, tugged, watching the girls face to gauge whether she was enjoying it. Taking a deep breath, Jemma lowered her head, her tongue darting out to lick around the dark brown aureole, smiling as she heard a small moan escape from the girls mouth.

Sucking the whole nipple into her mouth, she rolled it in her teeth, the unfamiliar hard button pressing eagerly against her tongue as the girl arched her back in pleasure. Dampness flooded between her thighs as she sucked and nibbled at the other girls breasts, pushing her flat on the bed in order to pay attention to both equally.

Curiously she reached down with one hand, fingers delving beneath the sheets to slide over the girls hairless mound. Her pussy felt soft and plump and smooth, the lips parting at the insistence of Jemma’s inquisitive hands to reveal hot, slippery dampness.

As if she were touching herself, Jemma stroked down over the girls wet slit, collecting her juices then bringing them up to circle around her sensitive clit. It was strange to touch another girl so intimately, to see her writhing and responding in the same way that Jemma did herself and she felt a strange sense of pride. With Kyle she had always felt so unsure, but here, with this girl, she knew exactly what to do, exactly where and how and how hard to press to give her pleasure.

Sitting up, she stared down at the girl. Her eyes were closed and her mouth slightly open, her small white teeth biting her bottom lip as Jemma’s fingers swirled teasingly, causing her to emit small strangled moans as she wriggled and gasped.

Tugging down the bed covers Jemma looked for the first time at another womans pussy, the smooth hairless mound glistening with her juices, the lips slightly separated. It felt wrong to be staring at another girl like this but at the same time so arousing. The scent of the girls juices drifted up, musky and inviting. Did she dare taste her?