Monday, May 9, 2011

Tinder James's "Surprise" Anthology wins Bronze

My second published story appeared in this anthology that won an Independent Publisher award (see catgory 41, Erotica):

Here's an excerpt from the story about a writer who gets distracted by the construction work going on outside and how his housekeeper helps out:

Her usual expertise had him stiff in no time and he started to think maybe, if nothing else, it would be a nice distraction, when the banging started again.
Bang. Bang, bang, bang, bang. Pause. Bang. Bang. Even his housekeeper’s talented tongue couldn’t pull his brain away. This is hopeless, he thought, his cock hard but his mind distracted.
After a couple of minutes he began to notice something. Something was different. Her stroking was always expertly timed, she was almost perfunctory in her ability to extract the desired reaction, his orgasm, in the least amount of time. But now the tempo had changed, the efficiency vanished.
She was matching her strokes to the banging.
And not only was she matching the timing of her strokes but also the manner in which they were delivered. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Five loud, heavy bursts from the hammer next door gave his cock five strong, demanding strokes in quick succession that left him gasping. Then nothing. He waited, his cock straining now, as he listened for the banging to restart. Bang! Bang! Two little, quick ones and his cock got two light, feathery strokes. Bang. Pause. Bang. Pause. Bang. Each bang dealt matching ministrations to his burgeoning shaft. Oh god. It was just enough to keep him on edge but not enough to drive him forward. The short, intermittent banging continued like this for another minute or two as he hovered somewhere between torment and bliss. And then.
The jack hammer.  
“Oh fuck!” he cried out as her mouth sucked brutally and her fist pounded up and down with the same intensity as the power tool outside. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” The consecutive rhythm, the lovely percussive bursts. He never wanted it to stop. He was getting close. He could feel his seed bubbling up, his balls tightening to his body.
Silence. “No!” he gasped as she stopped, her mouth poised over his swollen member. Bang. One stroke. Bang, bang, bang. Three short ones. “Oh god, I’m so close!” Bang! Bang! Her tongue and fist moved simultaneously over his angry, purple flesh and then stopped.
Suddenly she broke the silence.
“My,” she said, glancing at the clock. “I do hope you get to come before they break for lunch,” she quipped.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Excerpt from "The Game"

Here is an excerpt from a story I wrote recently. Not sure if it will be accepted for publication but I'll keep you posted. In the meantime, this bit had to be cut to keep the word count within the desired parameters. It's a story of a young lady involved with a domme older male and a sub younger male who hasn't yet realized he's a sub. In this scene she's being punished by the domme.

About half way in he released me from my binds and gently rubbed my wrists. He got me a drink while my breathing returned to normal after the hours of being kept on edge, but my pussy was still a jangled bunch of nerves. I thought we were taking a break. Instead, he pulled me close to him, caressed me gently and said, ‘Now, I’ll give you a chance to prove you’ve learned your lesson. How long did it used to take you masturbate to orgasm? When you would do it before bed?’
            ‘Oh, I dunno. Maybe ten minutes?’
            ‘Ten minutes?’ he murmured as he lay me down softly beside him.
            ‘I guess…’
            ‘Okay, I’ll make it easier for you, since you’re maybe a little more worked up than usual.’ He chuckled. ‘Let’s make it five minutes,’ he said, reaching for a clock from his nightstand.
            ‘Five minutes?’
            ‘Yes. And I’ll let you touch yourself. I won’t tie you up and I won’t touch you. So you can set the pace. The only rules are you can’t look at the clock and you can’t stop the movement on your clit.’ He smiled. ‘You can slow down, but you can’t stop. I’ll have it ring when five minutes is up,’ he said. ‘If you can rub that naughty little pussy of yours for just five minutes and not come then, I’ll tell you what,’ he said, opening his arms in a magnanimous gesture. ‘You can come all you want for the rest of the week. Including with your new little friend.’
            It was Wednesday. Jake and I did have plans for Friday night and ever since that night at the bar and all the teasing Bill had been putting me through, I was more desperate than ever to fuck him. I remembered how his erection had pressed into me as he was stroking me that night. Even from behind its denim prison it made a large impression, shall we say. Mm, how that hard, wide shaft would feel in me right now… I shuddered.
            ‘Ha, I see the mention of our young stud inspires you,’ Bill teased. ‘Shall we?’ He stared down at me as I settled into the bed and place my hand lightly over my pussy. He pressed a final button on the clock. ‘Begin.’
            Some nights, before I met Bill, I would lay in bed and touch myself and not be able to bring myself off. I’d be tired, distracted or just uninspired. Sometimes I would get out my little vibrator to finish the job, others I would just give up. Roll over and fall asleep. On one of those nights I’m sure five minutes would have gone by in a flash.
            This was not one of those nights.
            Although it had been at least half an hour since Bill’s punishment ceased, my pussy came alive again the instant I touched it. I was still very wet and even my labia was slippery and sensitive as I parted them to find my clit. The second my finger made contact it was as if no time had elapsed since Bill’s teasing. I rubbed back and forth over it as lightly as I could but the jangled nerve endings were desperate for that attention, that friction. I kept touching it lightly, slowly, but it felt so good to have the control back. I could touch it with exactly the speed I wanted, with the exact pressure that felt good. Despite the situation, I rubbed just a little harder, sped up just a bit. Oh god, the feeling was delicious. Exquisite. I slicked that button back and forth and when I glanced beside me I saw Bill with his cock in his hand, stroking it. Suddenly I felt my pussy clench.
            ‘Oh!’ I gasped and instinctively pulled my hand away.
            ‘You can’t stop.’ Bill commanded. He grabbed my hand and forced it back down between my spread legs. I tried as hard as possible to make my pelvic muscles relax as I obediently began stroking again. I closed my eyes, forcing myself not to look at Bill’s naked dick, and I slowed right down. As slow as I could go while still being able to call it movement, I slid my finger over top of my bursting clit. How much time had elapsed? Would the alarm ring soon? I had no idea.
‘Control yourself, slut,’ I heard Bill say. ‘Force that hungry pussy to calm down.’
I tried. ‘Ahhh,’ I moaned. I willed my pussy to stop clenching. ‘Ah! Oh god!’ I panted. But all the while my finger continued sliding over my delicate trigger. In my mind I saw Bill’s straining cock as his hand pumped it. My pussy quivered and shook and in the split second that I realized I wasn’t going to make it I decided I may as well go for broke.
            Quickly, I shoved three fingers deep inside my cunt while I furiously diddled my clit using all the fast, firm strokes it was aching for.
            ‘UNNHHH! AHHHHH! YA! YA!’ I screamed and bucked and rode my hand with abandon. I felt my pussy clenching, greedily milking my fingers while wave after wave tore through me sending my body into rhythmic convulsions.
            I looked at the clock. I hadn’t even lasted three minutes.
            ‘Such a horny, insatiable, little slut,’ Bill scolded, when my body had finally stopped shaking. ‘See why you have to be tied up?’ He refastened my restraints. ‘You haven’t learned anything. Which means, of course, we’ll have to start all over again.’