Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Why Women Are Important

I love men. I really do. I am as heterosexual as they come. I am also a terrible flirt; well, actually I am an excellent flirt due to many years of practice. I have it down to a fine art.

As I look through twitter and other social media that I am on I reflect on what a lot of male friends  I have. I have always had more male friends than female ones; it's just the way it is and every time I have tried to change it, it has gone sour. I like men so why be incongruent  I am not a girly girl. I am a smart woman who thinks about sex.

Eroticon 2013 is only a few days away and I feel an energy bursting in me and I genuinely feel like I am going to explode. People have commented on it, I am more emotional and more volatile than my normal, passionate self. There are many things that I am looking forward to at Eroticon, mostly how to improve my writing as there is always room for improvement in my mind. However, it is the women that I will meet there that I yearn for. Smart, witty, intelligent women. Women who have made me blogging here such a soft place to land, women who both mentally challenge and stimulate me in ways that men just don't.

I have met some of these people before, in real life...Molly and her husband. There are people that I have 'talked' to via emails and skype. There are people that I have reached out an helped and I would like to see them now that they are in a better place. There are people who have reached out and helped me and I want to show them with pride how well I am doing now.

It is these women, who are not critical of their own gender or other women's intellect or perspective, but thrive at the meshing of knowledge. They celebrate it. I am going to spend my weekend trying to cram as much writing info into my head as possible but I will also spend it laughing my socks off, hugging, and possibly crying a bit too with these amazing women.

If some people see me as a writer of erotica and pedlar of smut who is only interested in men, catching men, snaring men, and shagging men, then not only are they missing the point but they are not 'seeing' me. Women shape me and create me. That is why women are important in my life.

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Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Fear - part 2

He couldn't tell what her reaction was but he grabbed her long hair through the case with his other hand and dragged her backwards out of the kitchen. Something must have clicked in her mind because then she starred to struggle in earnest. Her legs kicking and flailing out. Chairs crashing down. She was shouting and screaming as much as she could but it was hopeless, no one would hear her. So what if the neighbours heard a chair fall over, they had heard a lot worse before during their active and athletic sex sessions, so this was really rather minor in comparison.

He slammed into the door way, winding himself but he kept a firm grip on her hair and her throat, he was not about to let her know that she could get away right at the moment. He wrenched her through the door way and booted her into the living room. She fell over and he scooped down and twisted the pillow case so that it was tight around her neck and pulled her over onto the coffee table, slamming her body down into it. He stalled momentarily, her body seemed so frail, so vulnerable, so much smaller than his own. Doubt seeped into his mind but then he heard her moan. He recognised that noise, it was lust, pure unadulterated need for sexual gratification from this horny bitch of a girlfriend.

He grabbed one of the scarves and with brute force tied her hands behind her back. His face contorted into a snarl and he spat the words, "Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Bitch!"

Shocked and awed at the force of power this gives him, his confidence is renewed. He grabs her arms and thrusts them as high into the air as her body will allow. Up higher and higher until there was resistance and she was squealing in discomfort. The guttural moaning sound that came forth from him must have started somewhere in his chest but it drew attention to his need and desire to have her. He seized her dress and roughly hauled it up, causing the seam to tear. In one swift, sharp move he exposed her back side. That beautiful bottom that she would tease him with on a regular basis. He had thought long and hard about this, whether she would get her arse fucked or not. Although delicious he had decided against it but not against making her think that she would get anally pounded as though her life depended upon it.

He took a deep breath in and with his free hand he crashed into her rump with such force that she almost flew across the coffee table. There was a little audible noise, somewhere between a squeal of pain and a moan of desire. He did it again. And again. And again. Then he gripped the top of her tights and pulled. The delicious sound of them ripping from waist band to knees was like a clap of thunder on a sunny day. It cut through all other noise and left a void behind it, a velvety silence. With the same force and determination he roughly drew her pants to one side so that she would be entirely exposed to him, her sex naked and wanton. He was delighted but not really surprised to find her pussy glistening and her lips tinged that blush pink colour that told him that she wanted fucking.

He had hoped that he would be able to take his time. To torture her and play with her mind but all the planning and thought had made him really excited. He could feel his balls getting tight and the yearning to be inside her was growing uncomfortable in his groin and stomach. He reached his hand down and rubbed roughly along her slit. He marvelled at how wet she was, how silky it felt, how inviting. They had agreed that she wanted to feel used and taken, abused even. He stole and screwed up his courage and fingered her as roughly as he dared. Her warmth pervaded him. The wetness enveloped him and made that enchanting slapping and sucking sound as he frigged her.  

Then, using her own juices as lube, he forced his finger and then another into her tight and inviting arse hole. Sliding his fingers in and out, he watched as she pushed back on him with pleasure. Her hole felt tight and inviting; he scissored his fingers until that hole was gaping. She moaned and wriggled. She looked as though she was enjoying this a lot. He reached forward and twisted the pillow case once more, tighter this time so it constricted her breathing. He lowered his face so she would be able to feel his hot breath on her cheek through the pillow case. She was held there, he said nothing but ensured that she was still and focussed on him.

He lent back and took the condom out of his pocket, releasing her momentarily he frantically tore open the packet and rolled it on his hard cock. He knelt up behind her. Looking down at that wet and inviting cunt he lined himself up and then thrust full force into her; not stopping until he was at full hilt. She felt fucking amazing; warm and soft and very, very wet. Her pussy gripping him with just the right amount of tension. He closed his eyes and took in a couple of deep breaths to calm himself before slamming and fucking her and pounding her as fast and as hard as he could. This was her fantasy and he was damned certain that he would give her what she wanted. One hand on her tied wrists and the other on her hip, gripping it and shoving his cock in and out of her, prising her open like ripe fruit.

He looked down at his dick with her juices flowing on them. He watched, almost from outside his body, at how hard he was fucking her. Then he saw it. He knew it was too much for him to resist. That beautiful, gaping, delicate arse of hers. Whilst he was fucking her cunt, he put his finger back inside of her. Yes, she was wide enough to accommodate him and he was covered in enough of her fluids to allow him to enter her easily. Rough was the name of the game, but pain was not. He withdrew and once more he lined himself up. He didn't slam himself in this time but pushed through like an unstoppable force. Sinking deeply into her, past her ring of muscle, it was tight in anticipation of being abused and used for his pleasure. He started pumping her, slowly at first and then getting harder and rougher by increments.

That sensation of tight tension within his core was building now. He knew it would not be long before he came. His balls had tucked up and were fit to burst. The pressure was building in his cock. He often thought that erotic descriptions of men exploding into their lovers was an exaggeration, this time he knew it wasn't. This orgasm was going to rip through him from his genitals to his chest, it would tear him in two. No amount of deep breathing would stop it now as he shafted her with ever faster, ever more electric strokes until he burst into her. The pain and discomfort of being on the edge of cumming for so long was released in four or five strokes.
Everything drained out of him, it was not just the sperm. All the energy, all the tension bled from him. He withdrew and backed away, taking the condom off and pulling his trousers up. He sat there on the floor leaning against the cold radiator, panting hard with the exertion. Things suddenly swam into focus. His beautiful Ruth was tied up and slung over the table like a sack of potatoes. What had he done to her? Had he hurt her because she was not moving. The sight of her over the table with ripped tights, hands tied and a pillow case over her head was revolting to him. What the fuck had he done?

As quick as he could he was there and gently pulled the hood off her head and stroked her hair away from her face. He started to fumble with the knots, he could never understand why when he really wanted knots undoing they would suddenly be made of lead and be impossible to slacken. After grappling some more he was able to release her. She was breathing at least. He checked her hands, they were still warm and he had not cut off her circulation.

"Ruth?" he whispered.

A moan escaped from her lips. Relieve evaporated from his heart to hear that noise. Another moan, more contented in tone this time. She breathed deeply, in and out, a few times. The colour on her face was flushed and when she turned her head her eyes were bright with excitement and life.

"Oh, my God! That was AMAZING," she breathed. "Wow. When can we do that again?"

It hit him, a wall of emotion. Not only had she enjoyed this but she was yearning for more. His adrenaline junkie girl wanted him to do this to her again. The thought of it made him crumble. He fell back against the sofa. The adrenaline that had been keeping him going thought the scene suddenly asked for payment. All his limbs went leaden, his head sunk onto his chest.  Mouth open he sat there shivering and shaking. Throat tight with emotions, unable to process what he had just done and the implications of what Ruth was saying. Tears welled up in his eyes. Not a violent man by nature he was sickened with himself, disgusted at his actions. What he had just done was against everything he knew to be right. He tried to speak, to say something, to communicate his turmoil but the only sound that came out of his mouth was a high pitched moan and breath. Breathing deeply in an attempt to gain some semblance of control he just sat there.

Ruth turned her head and looked at him. She locked her eyes onto his and could see that this had been too much for her poor, sweet, kind Michael. She knew that he would give her anything she asked for. Everything. But she was not expecting him to have gone so far; given so much emotionally. She had asked too much of him. Guilt and pity sped through her. She knew that they had talked this through and that it was all agreed and consensual but she didn't realise that the reality would be so tough on him.

This had been the sexual thrill of her life. He must have been planning this for weeks and months. He had got all the details right, even down to the disposable clothing and gloves she noticed he was wearing. Her heart was still beating fast and she was still riding the buzz that being used and fucked like that gave. Her pussy and arse ached from the severe pounding that he had given it. A delicious ache that she would feel for hours afterwards.

She unfolded herself from the table and reached out for him. She moved her knees and crawled so she could touch him and put her hands on him. Arms wrapping around him she held him close. Clutching his quivering body next to her she held him tight.

There they sat, neither of them know for how long. They just existed. Together, melding into each other. After the longest time Ruth made sssssshhhhh-ing noises and soothed Michael. She held him until he stopped shaking and kissed his forehead repeatedly. He relaxed into her, burying his head deep into her hair and inhaling her smell allowing it to wash over him and cleanse his senses, calming and comforting him. They both knew that there would be some really seriously long discussions about what had happened tonight. Unpicking the experience, learning from it and revelling in the things that they enjoyed and highlighting the stuff that was not so comfortable so that they could avoid it in the future. They both knew that this experience was not just for tonight but that they would re-live it and explore it for days and weeks to come.

Ruth swallowed. She made him draw his head back so he could see her. Looking into his eyes and stroking his hair she said, "That was amazing but I'll never ask you to do that again for me. I didn't know that it would take so much out of you or go so far past your limits. You've given me a wonderful experience but I'll never ask you to do that again; ever. I love you."

He sat there, mute. Confounded by emotion and unable to speak he looked at her. They both could see from that look that he was thankful that she had said that. That it was over. They remained there, in the living room, holding each other. The sun went down but neither of them moved to turn the lights on. Neither of them wanted stir, they were just enjoying being there in each other's arms. 

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Sunday, February 17, 2013

E [lust] #43

OK I started this blog at the beginning of January and I was really only hoping for a gentle toe dipping into the world of sex and erotica blogging. Never one to shy away from challenging things I have accepted everything that has been offered to me. My mind has been blown by the warmth and generosity of this community and the feedback from my wonderful readers. So, here I am blogging about my first e[lust]. Please check out the people who have contributed, please comment on the blogs and please enjoy yourself.  Rachel x

Becks and Her Kinks
Photo courtesy of Beck and Her Kinks

Welcome to e[lust] - The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you're looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it'll be here at e[lust]. Want to be included in e[lust] #44? Start with the newly updated rules, come back March 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

P.S. Thank you for your patience while we find our way around here at e[lust] if we have made any mistakes (and surely we have) we will do our best to get it right the next time around.

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

misconceptions of dating polyamorous women
Compromise in D/s relationships
Writing Challenge - The Journey

~ Featured Posts (Molly’s Picks) ~

To shave or not to shave?
Of Human and Whore

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Non-Monogamy and Sex Toys – Safe Sharing Tips
A Man's Case for Being an Asshole
Thyroid function and sexuality
Property Renewal
SilverHubby: "On Being Fucked by You"
Pain In My Ass
Think Different
Open vs Poly
Escaping the Individual
To shave or not to shave?

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Is your sex toy review breaking the law?

Kink & Fetish

Good Boy

Erotic Writing

Take me in
A Naughty Nurse Setup!
Afternoon Delight
Sexy Single
Tender is the Night
Butch on Butch
A change of plan
Anal: The Final Frontier
When He Comes In My Mouth
Morning Surprise
Lolita Twenty-Thirteen, Part One
My dirty fantasy
The Peace of Wild Things
Camping Conquests
Collar & Lead
Eat Me
Shhh! Come Here!
The End of The World - Almost
Restraints For A Good Girl
Of Human and Whore
Silver Fox, Mynx, and the Hunter – Part VI: Take Two
A Story For Sir

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Fear - part 1

Michael could hear the blood thudding in his ears. He felt tense. He looked down at his palms and could see them glisten with sweat, not very attractive he knew but there was nothing he could do about it. He wiped his hands on his trousers, he had been repeating this action for the past hour with increasing rapidity the closer it got to her coming home. He tried to control his breathing, he slowed it down with a few deep breathes. It calmed down but he knew that as soon as he stopped consciously thinking about his breath that it would become more shallow and rapid again. He rubbed his hand along his jaw line, brushing against his stubble, he had forgotten to shave in his anxious state but now it was too late Ruth would be home soon. 

Looking at himself in the hall mirror he could see that his dirty blond hair was damp and stuck in strands to his fore head. He adjusted his clothes and ran his hands through his hair, he realised that he had been sorting his appearance out without looking himself in the eye. He felt ashamed at what he was about to do. He looked at his face, it was slightly ashen and drawn with tension and anticipation. His lips were pursed and his teeth grinding. All in all, he was rather sinister in his presentation.

He looked at the clock. Ten minutes and she should be home. He had better hide so that she didn't know that there was anyone in the house. That was the key, the element of surprise. His car was parked a few streets away. The front door was still locked so she would not know anyone was in her home. He could feel that tension and excitement building in his stomach. He could feel his cock was semi erect in expectancy.

When he had entered the property he had looked about for what he could use. There were the usual bath robe ties, a couple of silk scarves. He had thought momentarily about DNA evidence but he was wearing trainers that he had bought from the supermarket, clothes from the same place. Cheap and disposable and generic. He was had latex gloves in his pocket. He had tried out different types of gloves to see which ones he thought would be best but he always came back to latex. Easy to purchase, easy to dispose of and gave a good sensation when touching things, not too dulled. Michael had trimmed back all of his pubic hair so that none would be left behind; it felt strange the way his trousers rubbed against his dick and balls, no pants so that he could get easy access when he needed it. It wasn't unpleasant but it touched him in different ways that he was not used to. He had condoms ready, he was definitely not leaving that DNA evidence behind.

Eventually he had selected a pillow case, a couple of scarves and the bath robe tie. He had placed all but one of them in the living room where he wanted them. He rubbed his chin again and looked at the clock. Seven minutes to go. He could feel his arm pits becoming damp with his nervousness. Prickles of sweat beaded on his upper lip and forehead.

The key rasped in the lock in the front door. He froze. For a split second he considered not doing this. He could walk away, no one would get hurt, no one would be any the wiser, everything would be ok. He knew that by doing this things would change, they would be unrecognisably different. He was afraid. He was rather startled to discover that he was actually frightened, it was a shock to him, a revelation. His heart was pounding like it wanted to escape from his chest. His mouth was dry and he felt sick, like he was going to throw up right there and then, right on the hall carpet. A dribble of sweat ran down his back. He had to choose. Do this...or walk away.

He snuck under the stairs and ducked out of sight. Just in time as the front door started to open. Ruth was humming a pop tune. Cremating it was more like it, that woman could not carry a tune. She had her MP3 player in her ears so she would not hear him. His throat constricted making it difficult to swallow. He took the gloves out of his pocket and started to put them on. In his mind he was trying to justify what he was going to do. It was difficult. This was near his limit: if not some way past it. He crouched down and put his head in his hands. He was beginning to regret this already, but he was going to do it. He had made up his mind, he was determined.


They had talked about it, Ruth and him. It was her idea. When they got drunk one night and started talking in earnest about fantasies he was surprised that she harboured an abduction fantasy, to be kidnapped and used by the perpetrator. She was very clear about not wanting to be raped or anything like that, nothing consensual/non-consensual, but to be taken and forced. When she had told him, he had just stared at her slack jawed. His stomach had done flips when she smiles that sweet innocent smile at him and told him that she wanted him to do it, to fulfil her fantasy and be her abductor. Michael was not that kind of guy. He was the soft hearted kind of guy who would even rescue worms from the tarmac after a shower of rain so they wouldn't get squashed. He had once crashed his car to avoid hitting a hedgehog that had been dead for 3 days, as it turned out. He defended people who couldn't stand up for themselves. You could not hope to meet a more morally upright, kind hearted, generous soul than Michael. He was the most unlikely abductor on the planet. Of course, this was why she loved him. She loved the kindness and the generosity. He was a tall powerful man, muscular without being fat. Sensitive to her needs and emotions without being too soppy or effeminate.

When they had sobered up, he had asked her again but was not surprised to discover that she was being serious. Ruth was a bold and brave woman. She would launch herself at new challenges and adventures and would appear to be frightened of nothing. She was a bit of an adrenalin junkie, doing all the usual crazy things like bungee jumping, sky diving, white water rafting. She also had an adventurous spirit. She had been known to quit one part of the country and just up sticks and go and move to another part just because she had not been there before. They complimented each other.

He had thought long and hard about this. That particular conversation was months ago. He would occasionally causally bring it up again to check out details, what her hard limits were, what she would like or find difficult. He squirreled the information away and slowly started formulating a plan. He knew he had to take her by surprise. That there should be no hint of what was to come. He had spent many nights thinking, mulling over, examining his thoughts and plans; twisting them around in his head so he could see them from every conceivable angle. She would often look at him on those nights and ask him what he was thinking but he would just turn and smile at her and say that he was thinking about the Formula 1 season.

It was finding the right balance between giving Ruth what she wanted, what he knew she secretly craved and being true to himself. To harm her would be to kill a little piece of his soul. He loved her with his whole being, mind and heart. He had to think of a mind fuck, something that would give her a thrill but be safe and controlled.


She walked past him, sashaying her hips in time to the music and humming moronically. He could smell her perfume, sweet and spicey, hear her nylons slide against each other as she wiggled away. He watched as her skirt rode up as she walked, he drooled slightly at the sight of her fantastic legs; he loved those legs. She was wearing a shift dress. Easy to get access to all the parts he needed to but a bit of a pain to get off. He cursed himself for not remembering what she had put on this morning and then for not getting the scissors from the kitchen. Never mind, he knew the zip would burst easily. She would curse him for ruining the dress but he hoped what he had planned would be worth it, and that she would forgive him...eventually.

His hands gripped the pillow case. His heart leapt, he really did not think it could beat any faster but somehow it managed to. She had gone into the kitchen. Slowly he rose and crept along the hall. He could hear her in the kitchen emptying her bag of the remnants of her packed lunch. Half eaten sandwich flung into the bin and he fruit back into the fruit bowl, a little trick of hers to make him think that she had eaten more than she had. She always took a healthy lunch with her but he knew that she did not always eat it, it was a bone of contention between them. He wanted her to eat more and she would become stressed with work and lose her appetite; such was the way of the world. However, if she was emptying her bag he knew that her back would be facing him and this was his opportunity.

He entered the kitchen and slowly lifted the pillow case until it was shoulder height. Taking one final deep breath he confidently strode forward and rapidly pulled it down over her head.
There was a moment of silence that seemed to stretch on forever. Like being on a swing and reaching the top of the arc before gravity cottoned on to the fact that you were doing the impossible and needed to come down to Earth again.

Her hands flew up to her head and she took an almighty breath in. Her lungs filling with air, her ribs expanding. He winced in anticipation of the scream that would come out of her mouth but was surprised at the muffled noise that ensued. He knew he had to act fast to retain the upper hand, to be the master of the situation, not the victim of it. He already had his victim in his hands. He wrapped an arm around her chest and grabbed her throat tightly.

"Hello little girly", he growled into her ear. "I've been watching you. I see you flirting and teasing. It's about time someone taught you a lesson."

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Part 2 next week.

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Inspiring Bogger

I was utterly blown away by Rebel for adding me to her list of inspiring bloggers. I have not been doing this for very long and was not expecting to be noticed in such a large field. However, Rebel is such a lovely lady and as she discovered last week the sex blogging field can be a very soft place to land when things go wrong. I am delighted to be part of it.

The rules are:
1) Display the award logo on your blog
2) Link back to the person who nominated you.
3) State 7 things about yourself.
4) Nominate 15 other blogs and link them.
5) Notify those bloggers of their nomination and the award's requirements.

Seven things about me...hmmmm

1) I like science programmes on TV.
2) I have a filthy, throaty laugh that is infectious and very loud.
3) I have a vast collection of inappropriate jokes that I tell at work.
4) I am one of those rare women who really like their bum. It is rather nice and shapely.
5) Roquefort cheese is my all time favourite (should you ever meet me in person and want to buy me some).
6) I used to smoke but I gave up nearly 15 years ago.
7) I find people fascinating, kind of like how Dr Who loves human beings, I love people plain and simple.

The blogs that I want to nominate:

I didn't want my nominees to only be sexual. Whilst I write about sex I think that there is more in life and I wanted to capture some of the more interesting blogs that I read. These are in no particular order other than the way that they fell out of my head.

I stumbled upon Molly's blog trying to find a place for a fellow writer work. Initially I found the images hard to adjust to but I saw the most beautiful love story emerge. Molly is wonderful, smart and caring. She does so many things to positively promote sexuality of all forms, particularly women accepting themselves. The Pussy Pride Project is a personal favourite of mine @mollysdailykiss

Rebel is one of the most caring ladies that I know. It has been amazing to watch her journey of self discovery with her husband. I find her to be nurturing and supportive as well as hosting the wonderful Wicked Wednesday. @RebelsNotes

Blogging under the title of My Dissolute Life, NLikes is a man who is exploring his sexuality whilst promoting and helping others a truly interesting blog and a fascinating look into the male mind. @nlikes

Rose is another kind hearted gregarious woman who blogs about her sexual explorations She has a deft touch with the written word and some pretty awesome images to boot. @sexwithrose

Frankie is a smart witty woman/people who enchant me daily. They write about mental health amongst other things. There is never the same blog twice. Funny, witty, challenging, caring but most of all superbly written pieces. @JustCallMeFrank

A big believer in gonzo journalism, this is a visual blog full of stunning images that make you think and enthral you. @GonzoPhil

Relatively new to blogging Clive writes about his journey with depression. However, it is interesting, upbeat and very funny. A delight to read. @CliveChip

THIS man inspires my fiction/erotica writing. His writing style has a deftness and lightness of touch that I can only hope to reach. When he likes my writing it makes me feel all humble inside. A really rather unique man. @GuyLeJeune

For those of you who don't know I live graphic art and Ben's drawings are scary, creepy, weird, but always brilliant. @arteechoke

I love the humour and the humanity in this blog. The images are thought provoking and can be so humerus. @KaziGrrl

When ever I see this blog, I am never sure what I am going to get. It usually makes me think and keeps me on the edge of my seat trying to work out the twists and turns before they happen (I usually fail to spot them, which is why I love it) @stranded_it_to

Intelligent, wonderful and a delight to read, Muse enchants me with her words. Perhaps her and Guy were separated at birth with the level of skill that they both have with English. @curiousmuse1

It was Pea that encouraged my to write, well her and a few others but it was her words that stuck in my head. Thank you Pea. I find her writing to be sensitive and tender and completely wonderful. @PlumptiousPea

An intelligent and articulate man who is exploring his sexuality. All of which shines through in his writing. @DeepThought69

A new blog to me but one I find myself drawn back to. Articulate and elegant in his prose. One I am looking forward to reading more of. @ManwitDog

A fairly eclectic mix I think you will agree. Go read, check them out. Follow them on twitter (or not) but now you know of their existence. All wonderful people in their own rights.

Rachel x

Tuesday, February 5, 2013


He was stood in front of them all, nibbling on the lid of a dry board marker, the type with a little nub that reminded Kate of a nipple. She wondered what it would feel like to have those lips around her own breast, sucking and biting and pulling gently. The thought of it made feel funny. The strange tingling sensation down there, down in her lady bits. It was rather thrilling and it made her heart skip a beat or two.

His top lip was thinner than his bottom one, Kate usually liked more full lips but for some strange reason Gary's lips were immensely attractive. He had an expressive mouth, the kind that would emote laughing or scowling using them rather than his eyes. He had wrinkles around his eyes that emphasised the grey beauty of them. He was old, old enough to be her father but it didn't matter to her.

Usually clean shaven today there was a trace of stubble on those luscious lips. Wondering what it would feel like against her own mouth she found that she was subconsciously rubbing her upper lip with her finger tips. Not an entirely unpleasant sensation feeling those fine hairs, it made her shudder deliciously. Naturally there would be the scent of his aftershave flowing over her if she were in such close proximity of him and his body heat that was so arousing.

Gary looked over at her and frowned. "I hope you are paying attention."

"Yes, Mr Barker," Kate chimed and got back to graffiti-ing her school book with 'I heart One Direction'. She reflected that it was not easy being fourteen. 

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