Friday’s Flesh Friction: The First of Many

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A short sexy flash fiction to help you through Friday.

Slowly, I pushed him over towards the bed and made him fall backwards as I kissed his throat. I slipped my hand beneath his shirt, then lifting it up I ran my tongue over his nipple and slowly licked a path down to his groin. A groan escaped his throat as my tongue and lips moved over his skin. He squirmed, lost in the pleasure I giving him, his body rippling in ecstasy.
“Katarina!” he suddenly groaned, as my lips flipped around his navel. “You are driving me crazy. But we need to share this moment.”
Wanting me to enjoy the intercourse as much as he did, he gripped my arms, hauling me up to his face. I smiled and cupped my hands around his chin and cheeks. He was so beautiful.
He returned the smile and tangled his hands in my hair, searching for the top clasp of my wedding gown, once released he slowly undressed me. One piece of clothing at a time, until I was totally naked before him; excited and apprehensive at the same time. I could see his love and regard for me reflecting solemnly in his eyes, but there also burned lust and desire.
Once he had stripped me of my clothing, I sat before him on my knees and watched in awe as he began to remove his clothes, determinedly and precisely. I savoured this moment. It was like the revealing of a painting, the unveiling of a piece of art. He was so good-looking, with his fit tanned body and chiseled muscular arms and thighs. To think that all this was going to be mine. I felt overwhelmed with the responsibility, the honor of being the chosen one; happy we had waited till our wedding night to explore each other’s body.

Finally he was naked. I leaned forward on all fours and kissed him. His breath was warm and his lips moist, his body warm and comforting. He wrapped his arms around me, pulled me into his body while his soft hands caressed my body. He feathered my torso with kisses afterwards and everything else in the world ceased to exist; I was aware of nothing but Damian, my husband. I was aware of his hands arousing my breasts, of his mouth inflaming me with his kisses and his tongue, stroking me to a dampness that stirred the deepest part of me.
As he continued to fill me with unquenchable desire, I knew I wanted to be alone with him for the rest of my life, with him and no one else. I wanted every moment with him and this burning within to last forever.

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Friday’s Flesh Friction: New Year Bash

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A short sexy flash fiction to help you through Friday.

As Tom inched closer to me on the couch while breathing heavily, I couldn’t think of a better way to move into the New Year.
Tom and I had been friends since my first day in college and even though none of us had ever done anything to take the friendship to another level, we both couldn’t deny what we felt for each other. At the moment, Tom’s mouth was just a few inches away from my cheeks and I turned my head to give him better access. His lips parted slightly and I knew he wanted to kiss me just as bad as craved it. I shivered as he ran his hand slowly up my back through my oversized shirt, the only item of clothing I had on.
When his hands finally reached the level of my heart he hesitated and moved his thumbs round the front to sit under the swell of my breasts, I gasped with pleasure and anticipation.
His lips touched mine and the spark made my heart lurch as he drew my lip in between his teeth and probed further, exploring my mouth as my tongue swirled along with his while his hands moved upwards, gently stroking the soft skin as his thumbs found my hardened nipples.
By the time he’d pushed me back to lay on the sofa, my body was simmering with a passion that burned through my core; I needed to be touched. I could wait no longer and quickly slipped the shirt over my head, presenting myself as his eyes seared my skin with his gaze. His nose flared as he struggled to control his craving which was now boiling over through his hands as they kneaded my breasts vigorously.
His arousal was obvious as he pushed me back down on the sofa with his body on mine. I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my chest against him to help relieve some of the pressure building inside. My heart pounded, my core throbbed as I could feel his skin against mine. I moved my hand to the front of his pants and slipped my palm down his erection, feeling its fullness and need.
“Are you sure?” He growled desperately into my ear.
“Oh, God, yes I am. Please take me, now. I want to feel you inside me.”
He looked into my eyes, as if confirming my words with his own thoughts and pushed his pants of his legs, allowing me to see his beautiful body in its glory.
Spreading my legs he finally committed himself as he slid his thick shaft into my wet groove, slowly and gently at first but soon thrust with in time to the twelve gongs from the clock., I gasped and raked my hands down his back. We made love slowly as we ushered the New Year in, both screaming together at midnight.

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Friday’s Flesh Friction: Be careful what you wish for

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A short sexy flash fiction to help you through Friday, contributed by Ed Buckly

‘Be careful what you wish for’ and ‘Try it – You might like it’. I’m now beginning to appreciate the mantra spoken at me for years. The first rule is now more important for my husband; I will mention it to him when he recovers.
Okay, so I was mad at him. He was always going on at me to be more adventures in bed, to tie him up, to torture him or be tortured. Too much hard work for me to even think about it, anyway my libido seemed to have taken a hike, so I just couldn’t be bothered. I was fed up with his persistent nagging and then today he suddenly jumped out at me naked wielding ropes and blindfolds as I was getting changed for yoga; something snapped in me. – I’ll show him.
Snatching the rope out of his hands I tie his wrists in front of him, before he can utter a word. Speechless I think you call it. Although the huge smile across his face can go!
“Lie on the bed” I ordered, securing his hands to the headboard. His grin annoying me, so I tied the blindfold over his face while I rummaged through his ‘toy-box’, finding more rope, cock rings (in various sizes, nipple clamps, dozens of different types of lubrication and numerous other gadget. For goodness sake whatever had he in mind? I was really mad now.
I took two lengths of rope, bound his ankles together and then struggled to fit the very small cock ring over his already excited penis. It might have hurt a bit, if his squawks were anything to go by, but I was past caring. I was enjoying myself and strangely was finding it a tad exciting.
Next came the nipple clamps – wow, they were very strong, with a chain linking them together. He was making such pitiful whimpers as pinched them to his nipples, I decided to shut him up. I looked around for something to gag him with when I realised that now I was as horny as hell and my knickers were soaking wet. I took them off and stuffed them in his mouth – much less noise.
The next step was obvious; I was wet and ready; it would be a pity to waste his rock hard erection. So I helped myself. ‘Ride him cowgirl’, I shouted as I grabbed the nipple clamp chain and tugged. I ignored his screams as I was bucking up and down, with him writhing in pain between my thighs. I had the most amazing orgasm. There I was thinking I was angry and had lost all control – but the most exciting thing was that I was actually ‘in control’, which only added to my excitement and need to hurt.
Without allowing him any release I dipped back into his toolbox and found the ‘heating’ oil lubrication he’d once sneakily used on me; my clitoris felt like it was on fire. Revenge is sweet. I massaged the his testacies and penis with the oil, he purred, at first, because he had no idea, but soon the moans of pleasure soon turned to garbled groans and then squeals of discomfort. Pity my knickers were in his mouth, I couldn’t understand a word he was saying!
I had an epiphany as his second rule sprang to mind. ‘try it, you might like it’. Why not, I thought. I’m still horny, so I left his throbbing, unsatisfied penis bouncing as I removed his gag and sat on his face.

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Friday’s Flesh Friction: Christmas comes first

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A short sexy flash fiction to help you through Friday by Cyra May

Peyton let him lead her into the dimly-lit room, her mind reeling with the possibilities of what she was about to experience on this Christmas Eve. She had loved Od for as long as she could remember – probably since junior high school – and now they actually a couple and were going to join as one, here in this room, barely controling the excitement that coursed through her entire being, she quivered with emotion. Peyton hoped her stain dress did not expose the heat as it radiated from her excited body
“Do you like it?” he whispered into her ear, as he nuzzled her neck. Muttering the word “yes” before even looking at the decorated king-size bed he was showing her, Peyton leaned into him for support as her knees weakened with anticipation.
“You’ve always said you wanted your first time with me to be special.” He crooned, holding her tight. “And I really want it to be, Peyton. I do. We can take it real slow.” His hands stroked her back and she already felt naked through the thin flimsy material.
The fact that he wished to please her drove her nuts. She wanted to yell at him to get on with it. She had no idea what making love was like, but she knew she craved his touch on her skin and throbbed in places that needed release.
Peyton took the lead and climbed atop the bed to wait for him, and watched, nearly drooling as he stripped himself naked, allowing her eyes to watch his muscles ripple while he had freed his hardness from within its brief restraint. She gasped as he stood proud, presenting himself to her.
“Come here, Od Bolton.” She whispered, holding out her hands to him to encourage him nearer. Eventually he reached her and bent his head for a kiss. ‘Come on’ screamed inside Peyton’s head. ‘Touch me’. At last he hands went to her shoulders, reaching for the straps of her gown and pulling at her clothes as gently as he could, slowly slipping the dress up over her head and her panties gradually down and off her feet, until she was stark naked beneath him.
“Beautiful.” she heard him whisper, his eyes lingering on her full breasts and taut nipples. “Just absolutely beautiful.”
He smashed his lips against hers afterwards, no longer able to hold back his desire and she became lost in his embrace. His breaths swarmed down her throat, jolting her insides as his hands were getting her thighs prepared for his onslaught.
When his fingers eventually slipped into her core, she welcomed the sizzling sensation with a loud groan. She moaned and writhed continually until her thighs were dripping wet for him; her center throbbed as he teased and tormented while she pushed herself against him, waiting patiently for the moment he would fill her.
“Merry Christmas!” he said as he raised himself up then buried himself deep inside her; the reply, drowned out by moans of pleasure.

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Friday’s Flesh Friction: Baubles

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A short sexy flash fiction to help you through Friday by Cyra May

Penny arrived at Jake’s door a few minutes early and wonder whether to wait or knock now. She was very nervous. They’d been dating a few weeks and this was the first time she’d been invited to his place. She had actually begin to wonder if he was at all interested in her. They had had some deep kissing sessions and a little of wandering hands at the movies, but apart from that had been the perfect gentleman. In fact too perfect. She couldn’t wait to rip his clothes off, but didn’t want to seem too keen.
Tonight she’d made a special effort, showered, washed her hair, trimmed everything that needed trimming and now was wearing a tight hugging, short dress that showed of every one of her assets. If he did not come on to her tonight she would either give up or take the lead. Penny was horny and desperate. She couldn’t wait any longer. She knocked hard on the door.
Jake opened it at once, smiling broadly. “Great. Just in time. I need help decorating my tree.”
Penny kept the disappointment from her face as she took in his scruffy shorts, t-shirt and the mess in the room with boxes and decorations strewn about. Great. I have on my best clothes, made a huge effort and all I am going to be doing is hanging baubles. She wondered about turning around and walking away, but Jake stepped forward, swept her up in his arms and planted his lips on hers, kissing her deeply, until she could feel the heat build between her legs. God, he was a good kisser.
“You look amazing.” Jake whispered heavily in her ear. “Such a pity to waste such an outfit in tree dressing.” His hands ran up and down her back, causing her to shiver and her nipples to make themselves known. With hands on her shoulders, he pushed her away slightly. “I’m sorry but I promised my niece the tree would be ready for her visit tomorrow, so it needs to be done.” His eyes raked over her tight dress and hesitated at her breasts as he noticed her excitement. “I would hate for you to ruin your dress on the tree, it’s so beautiful especially these delicate sequins. His hand again smoothed down the silky material, sending more heat south and another rush of goose bumps north.
It’s now or never, Penny thought. “I could always take it off?” her eyes held his as she sent her message as clear as she could. Her crotch damp in anticipation and arousal.
“Well, if you don’t mind.” Jake smiled. “I could lend you t-shirt.” Before he had time to head to the bedroom, she replied. “Not at all.” Dropped her bag on the floor and shimmied out of her dress as Jake watched, mouth dropped open. She wore no underwear.
He stood speechless, shocked, not sure what to do. “Great, yes, wow, I’ll get you the t-shirt.” He stammered, heading to a doorway.
He swiftly bent down and scooped up a box, passing it to her. “Maybe you could start with the tinsel.” She automatically grabbed the box as it was passed towards her as a noise made them both turn round.
There in an archway, holding a swinging bauble I each hand was gorgeous looking man with a huge grin across his face. “Hello, I’m Jake’s brother. Here, let me take that box for you.”
Suddenly decorating a tree seemed like a great idea.

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Friday’s Flesh Friction: The Horseman (teaser) by Cyra May

 

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A short sexy excerpt for your weekend pleasure by Cyra May from

The Horseman available from Amazon

 

The Horseman is a short sexy read from The Professional Series by Cyra May

“Harder…faster,” she breathed. “Give me everything, all of you.”
Eager to oblige, Tyler’s rock-hard rod pounded into her, sending every nerve ending in her silky inner core into overdrive, while his hard groin slammed against her begging clit with every stroke. Clinging to Tyler, she bit into his shoulder, feeling the familiar build up and her muscles tightening around him. She was close, but it was too soon. It was too damn good for her to come yet.
Tightening her hold on him with arms and legs, she rolled, flipping them over. Tyler’s surprised face turned to a look of bliss as she began to ride him, using the moves he’d taught her earlier.
Reaching for her breasts, he kneaded and squeezed them as she used his body to pleasure herself, the grind of her hips pressing her swollen clit against him and rubbing his hardness against every inch of silken inner walls, both g-spots receiving their longed-for attention.
“Oh God, oh yes,” she cried, hands pressed flat on his chest, head thrown back.
Tyler fought to keep control, holding back his orgasm as he watched her, wanting the result she wanted, the moment she’d promised. His cock and balls were soaked from her wetness. He fought harder to hold back, willing her to come. He increased his nipple play, hoping to bring her closer to the edge.
Donna too was fighting, hoping to hold on to this moment of sheer bliss, but it was no use. Tyler’s teasing touches all day had her too ready. She was going to come this time and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She felt the heat build again, her muscles tighten, clamping around him. She began to pant as she ground harder against him. “I’m going to come, all over your dick, just like I wanted.”
Tyler’s response caught in his throat. All that came out was a strangled moan as he clung to the edge while she rode him to her explosive orgasm, her pussy like hot fire when she screamed his name to the heavens as the flood washed through her, hands clawing at his chest, knees digging in tight. Then she was jerking and twisting as the wave crashed and broke, her body wracked by the force of the pleasure rushes, then shuddering as she was hit by aftershocks, head falling forward, hair trailing over his face.
Giving her no chance to recover he grabbed her waist, taking her to the edge again as he raised her and slammed her down, burying himself deep within her molten womanhood. He didn’t know how long he held out before he finally allowed himself release, shooting his load deep inside her. Feeling his hot, spurting seed was enough to make Donna come again, leaving her a weak, gasping mess as she collapsed on his chest.
Staying inside her, he wrapped her in his arms, stroking her hair, a lazy smile on his face. “Wow.”
“That’s it? That all you can say?” she said, still panting from her exertion, legs like jelly.
“Too speechless for anything else.”
“You’d better fix that, because I want to know if you’d like a repeat performance.”
He picked a strand of straw from her hair and twirled it. “I would, but you might have to give me half an hour.”

 

 

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Friday’s Flesh Friction: The Author (teaser) by Cyra May

 

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A short sexy excerpt for your weekend pleasure by Cyra May from

The Author (a free book available from Amazon, Google play, Kobo and Nook)

Cyra had no idea she could be aroused so quickly after such an intense and explosive orgasm. Her legs still felt like jelly and now they trembled as her two companions lavished her with sexy attention, driving her wild with their sucking and touching. A tiny voice in her head suggested what she was doing was wrong but she ignored it as waves of pleasure rolled through her body, the men all finding new ways to caress and stroke to tease or torment her, taking her closer to the edge but never letting her go over. It was sheer torture when Max decided that was clean enough and halted.
“Our turn,” he said, presenting her with the bottle of shower gel.
Soon she’d replaced one type of pleasure for another, lathering up her hands and taking a hard dick in each, stroking them clean, her fingers running over and massaging their balls on the down strokes, reaching back to brush the sensitive area behind. She heard their breathing coming in shallow pants even over the torrent of water. Dropping to her knees, she let the cascade rinse her hand and Dave’s cock free of soap and took him in her mouth. Her other hand still focused on Max, keeping her steady rhythm of strokes while her tongue flicked and lapped at Dave, her lips gliding up and down his shaft. She could feel him stiffen further, felt his body lock and load him for release. He’d been hard for so long he was going to be easy meat. She upped her efforts, turning herself on even more as she did so. He tasted good as she took him a little deeper, worked her tongue a little harder, and squeezed her lips a little tighter as they travelled across the head and rim. She knew it wouldn’t be long, knew that under the shower was the perfect place to experience a move she’d seen in a movie a very long time ago. She felt the twitch and the final throb as Dave thrust his hips forward, crying out. Pulling her lips away, she turned her face upwards, parting her lips and locking eyes with him as she pumped him with her hand.
“Oh god, yeah.”
He seemed to appreciate the move as he spurted his hot liquid over her face and breasts, calling out, his face an expression of ecstasy as he watched his come land on her then be washed away by the powerful jet streams. She milked him with her hand until he was dry and trembling, leaning against the wall, legs shaking. Watching him come over her had brought her close to her own orgasm. She knew the way it had felt and the look of bliss on his face might well appear in books in the future. This was the hottest, most fun research she’d ever done in her life. She gave him a final few licks then released him, turning her face to Max, still primed and ready for his turn.

The Author is a short sexy read from The Professional Series by Cyra May

It would be great if you could read and review The Author for me please. It only needs a few words. as a challenge how about writing a review with 10 words or less?

The Author