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Men’s Page For Book Ho’s, and a special thank you to my regular following on Literotica for their outstanding feedback! One last thank you to the readers and reviewers on Amazon for taking the time to jot down your thoughts on my Novella–it has given me the inspiration and confidence I needed in order to write a full fledged novel, which is already well under way and will be out as soon as possible!

In the meantime, please enjoy my chapter by chapter critique of E.L James’ latest endeavor (and I say that in the loosest term possible) Fifty Shades of Grey as told by Christian.

In the very near future I will also be presenting a reader-based project where the readers get to choose which concepts out of my closet full of short stories that they’d like to see made into a series! As always, they will be listed, for free, on Literotica and here on my blog. I’m excited, and thankful for all the support I’ve received thus far and can’t wait to see what comes out of all of this!

Laura

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New Orleans Landing- By Shilo



 New Orleans Landing

“Baby, wake up! We’re here!”

Audrey’s’ eyes are wide, looking into her new husbands’ face, trying to discern whether he understood her or not as he slowly creeps out of his deep restful sleep.  He’d worked tirelessly all night to catch up on some work assignments before he took off for vacation. Not to mention the morning wake up call he’d gotten. They’d only just made it in time for the flight! The couple begin to watch out the scratched up window as the plane begins to land, and just as they did–Aaron felt her soft lips on the side of his mouth, as close to his lips as her tiny form could reach with her own.

Turning his face to her rosy cheeks and big smiling lips, he looks in her honey brown eyes as she smiles wryly at him.

The newlyweds  kiss passionately, yet softly–unaware of anything else going on around them. Then, a familiar feeling creeps up on Aaron like a jackhammer as he realizes that he isn’t just imagining his girls’ hand around his cock—it was around him, through his pants.

Surprised and delighted, he looks around half expecting for someone to be looking at him with a horrified expression, but the other passengers on the flight are blissfully unaware of his new wife’s’ public show of affection. Looking down to his lap, a big winter coat is sitting surreptitiously over their laps, and if he hadn’t actually felt Audrey’s’ hands on his dick at the very moment–he wouldn’t be able to tell what: if anything, she was doing under there. The thought that they were completely exposed, yet hidden, makes his shaft grow hard immediately as her hand moves slowly over his cock.

Her hand  moves exquisitely, rubbing his shaft through his pants–making it twitch–as he realizes that it’s slowly making its’ way to the edge of his pants before dipping into his thankfully loose-fitting jeans. Every part of his body tenses up and she can feel it.

Looking into her eyes with pure surprise, he can see a smile of naughty delight on her sweet lips as he leans his big body down to her level to kiss her, careful not to let anyone see what her hand is really doing. Her lips meet his, and he can feel them in a teasing smile as the two lovers kiss a little too passionately. Suddenly he feels her fingers wrapping around his cock, and his hips involuntarily begin to press against her hand which had moved down the length of his cock to his tip. Her hand starts to shift around like a corkscrew, and he feels the gentle pressure of her warm thumb as it begins to press his button, releasing liquid and making her fingers move with ease with his stickiness. Sitting back now, Aaron can’t help but need to anchor himself to his chair as her thumb bobs around his incredibly sensitive tip one way, then the opposite direction only very lightly–while her palm massages his shaft in well measured pulses.

Aarons’ cock becomes impossibly hard impossibly quick; and Audrey grins as she put her mouth to his ear and whispers,

“You better come before people start noticing what I’m doing to your big dick under this coat..”

This put him over the edge. His head surveys the cabin surepticiously and he knows he has no choice. He has to cum now, or have a hard on the size of Florida getting off the plane. His eyes growl at her as the plane begins its’ descent down to the airport through thousands of feet of wind and clouds. Turbulence bobs the plane down unexpectedly, but Audrey’s grip on his cock did not waver, although it did pause for a split second as her heart raced at the thought of them both getting so excited from this they both come.

Audrey’s thighs push together in response as she feels herself getting wet as she bites her lip. No one’s watching, she’s checked many times, but she feels like a slut all the same. She’s barely wearing any panties, after all..

Newly renewed in her mission, her hand grips his cock now completely–and begins spanning the length of his shaft while she kisses first his neck, then down his cheek softly. To any onlookers, they are just romantic lovers innocently kissing—but under the coat on their laps, a whole other story is being written.

Twisting her palm around his tip, then plunging her hand down his cock to the base–and back–you can tell Audrey is beginning to get a taste of her own medicine, as her near-silent breaths get quicker and more shallow.

Aaron can see her incredibly small sporty legs begin to quiver as she holds them together; his own opening themselves on their own accord as if possessed. He can’t stop looking at her beautiful tits through the corner of his eye and he sees her chest begin to heave slightly through her zip-up hoodie and tantalizingly low tank top. He can see from his vantage point, just a hint of the edge of her bra right where her tank thankfully V’d in the middle with lace edging.

“I’m going to fuck those so hard..”

Aaron made a mental note for his agenda later to do so the instant they were alone again. Feeling her mans’ cock twitch and shift beneath her fingers, Audrey is smiling to herself a smile of victory as she begins banging his base with her fist harder and harder. His creamy cock now lubricated with his own precum only made her desperately wish that she was on his lap right now, fucking him like a common whore. The sound of the airplane descending was almost deafening, but she put her lips once more to his ear and said,

“Cum for me.”

A wry smile creeps its’ way onto his face as she turns her body sideways—seemingly innocently looking out the window. Still hiding herself with the coat and showing no signs of movement other than beneath it, Audrey begins slamming his cock hard and fast in different directions with every stroke–all of which hidden by her own body from anyone who happened to look their direction. The sound of the engines drown out any semblance of the wet jizz she has all over her hands.

She can’t help but want to suck his sweet lips as she fucks his cock right there in the midst of dozens of people as the plane descends fast to the land from its’ magical place amongst the clouds.

Feeling his stomach turn, Aaron feels dizzy as the descent gets closer and closer to its’ goal, all while his wife gets closer and closer to her goal. Audrey’s’ fingers are unrelenting as they play her mans’ cock like a flute in alternating currents and consistencies—jerking him off better than he’d ever done himself! Catching herself biting her own lip to the point of pain, Audrey can’t help but shiiver at the feeling of streams of sweat between her thighs from the heat of the heavy coat that lay on top of them.

Suddenly, Aaron feels more than just a little wetness at the tip of his cock as his abdominal muscles flex and he can feel warm pressure building up at the base of his delightfully engorged penis. Turning his head to the side to look out the window, he can feel his heart beating out of his chest. He’s both embarrassed, and aroused. That’s when she does it. She presses his button, right at the base of his shaft. A pressure and then a circular rub with the palm of her hand over his tip, encompassing it as her fingers trail around his cock. Audrey’s sweet lips are on his neck, nipping his skin with her teeth—as a rush of warm semen splashes out of his cock the very moment the planes’ wheels touch ground. His entire body contracts forward as he tries desperately to keep up normal appearances. Audrey’s hand slows now to a steady soft pace; squeezing slightly as she rubs every last bit of his cum into her palm. She cups his tip and catches every drop that she has extorted from his sweet cock, with absolute pleasure. She’s pleased  beyond measure that she’d successfully pulled off what she had set out to do.

Unaware of the sweat which had overcome his brow and neck, Aaron looks at his new wife and can’t help but want to kiss her with gratitude and vigor. Their tongues dance together for an expanse of unknown time, while they zone out the flight attendants’ incessant tattering over the microphone. Other people begin pulling down their luggage from the storage spaces above their heads, and the lovers finally break their intent kissing.

Audrey wipes his cum onto a piece of linen she had put in her purse just for this reason, and begins thinking how much of a shame it was that his cum hadn’t been dumped into her incredibly wet pussy..

Stepping out into the heavy Louisiana air, the exotic smells of an unknown place overwhelms the young couple as they make their way from their cab onto the bustling city landscape right in front of their hotel. They are smack dab in the middle of the french quarters, downtown New Orleans! Audrey sighs heavily in pure ecstasy at knowing that she’d finally made it to her long awaited revelry–with her eternal lover at her side, no less!

People are packed from one sidewalk to another—and on the road in between as Aaron gets a good look at the lack of clothing on all the women. Squeezing his new brides’ hand tight, he can’t wait to have her alone in their room to repay her for that stunt she’d just pulled, almost dragging her into the hotel.

The young couple check into their room and make their way through the halls of their somewhat seedy, yet still clean and tidy (in appearances) to their latest love-nest.

“Why don’t we order in?” Aaron asks his wife as he puts the key card in the entry lock of their hotel room.

“Oh no, we’re going out!” Audrey’s matter-of-factness put a smile of smug contentment on Aaron’s face, as he shrugged his shoulders approvingly. It was too easy, Audrey thought to herself, as her coyness knew no bounds. The door opened into pure darkness just in time for him to take his newly grabbed wife and throw her inside by her wrists against the first wall that met her back. Agonizingly close to her body with his, he pushes his hips into her roughly as she’s caught unaware by his rash movements. Her body immediately flashes wet beneath her thong for him, but she wouldn’t tell him that, of course.  She didn’t need to tell him. She knew he’d find out soon enough. There’s no way she wasn’t going to get fucked at this second, no matter how hungry they were.

“Whose the Master here, anyways?”

Aaron grinds his stiff cock into her as his legs work their way in between hers and spreads them as far as they can go, in her jean skirt. Her breasts heave out onto his chest and her breathing stops completely when she realizes that in the darkness his hand had already snuck in beneath her skirt and around the side of her thong. She can feel the material pushed to the side to make way for his hand, which is now holding her pussy like he owns it. A quick sharp breath escapes her lips.

You are, Master.”

“That’s what I thought– slave.”

His fingers are now circling her clit and Audrey can’t stand on her own as he magically plays her body like it was his. Her lips find the closest skin of his she can find and they suck-kiss his neck as her legs get weaker and weaker. Then the sound of pants falling. The darkness makes it impossible to see, so every sound, every touch, every sensual breath that they take is recorded into their minds and played out with their bodies.

Aaron wants nothing else but to fuck her pussy right then, but he holds off. He has other plans for how to fuck her, right now. She did, after all, deserve some sort of punishment for her actions earlier.

On your knees, slave.”

Audrey’s legs couldn’t hold her up anymore anyways, and she fell to her knees against the wall as she slid down to face her Masters’ cock.

“Suck.”

She could smell the sweet scent of his salty cum-covered cock and found it easily, despite the darkness. Her lips encircled his shaft and she took it in stride–but he didn’t even wait before plunging himself into her throat. All either one of them could hear, was the sound of her gagging, before he pulled himself out.

“Think you’re real smart, forcing your Master like that on the plane, don’t you?”

His face is smiling, and so is hers. But in the darkness, it’s real. She plays back.
“No, sir.. I didn’t sir! Your slave just wanted to please you!”

His hand finds her hair and squeezes tightly with over-exaggerated movements. To her it feels good, but she gets the message.

This is how a slave pleases her Master. This is how you will please me from now on. Understood, slave?”

Audrey feels herself slip into the moment, and can’t help but take his voice seriously without being able to see his face—so she answers in all sincerity,

“Yes, of course Master.”

His hands release her hair instantly and within seconds she feels him stand her up onto her feet as the light switches on.

A wide smile on both of their faces appears to one other before Aaron makes his way past her to the bed and finds a seat. His face finds new resolve, and he looks her up and down with hungry eyes.

Good slave. Now—take your clothes off for your Master.”

Audrey walks just within reach of his big strong arms, and starts unzipping her skirt.

“Your shirt first, slave.”

Jarred from her thoughts, she can’t help but feel completely and utterly in love with this man sitting before her. How does he make me feel this way, she wonders? Her hands waste no time crossing each other and finding the edges of the bottom of her shirts. She grabs a hold of both, and pulls them upwards over her head, revealing the white lace bra beneath. D-cup breasts reveal themselves to him and Aaron sighs in contentment as her shirt is thrown across the room onto the sitting chair.

Her hands make their way behind her back now and Aaron can’t help but growl at the thought of her arms being pinned behind her as he watches her seamlessly unclasp her bra and drop it into his lap.

“Cheeky,”

He almost whispers now as his eyes are enthralled by her magnificent breasts—his magnificent breasts.

“On your knees,”

Next her skirt falls to the ground between his legs revealing her now wet white lace thong.

He uses his hands to pull her down and pulls her closer into his grasp as he lines her breasts up with his cock.

“You know what I want, slave.”

Audrey bites her lip at the opportunity and grabs both her breasts with each hand from the side as she pushes them up to his cock. She props him up onto her breasts and begins grinding the wetness out of it with her succulent mounds of pleasure. Her tongue slides out of her lips and finds the tip while her breasts encase his cock into them and she starts to push herself into him over and over until the wetness of his cock slides easily in and out of her breasts.

“Master, fuck my titties and my mouth please?”

He loved hearing her say things like that. Lit like a fire, his cock begins poking in and out of her while her lips catch his tip at every stroke, sucking and tapping him with her delectable tongue. Her hands push her big breasts around his cock completely and her body gyrates with his hips before without warning his hands find her hips and pull her up onto his lap, in straddling position—pulling her thong off her tight little ass in the process.

“Fuck your Masters’ cock, you little slut.”

An explosion of feeling rips through her body at these words, and Audrey’s head involuntarily tilts to one side—revealing her succulent neck for her Master. His lips immediately hone in on her and bite her neck before creating a constant suction on her already sensitive areas.

Breathing and heaving, the couple move now together and Aaron lays down onto his back as she wastes no time finding his big wet cock with her fingers and guides him into her soaking wet pussy. She didn’t have sex before she met him, so she was nice and tight for him. Now joined, the two take a moment to enjoy his entry—her arms reaching down on either side of his chest as she eases him in deeper and deeper as gently as she could.

“Now—fuck me, Master.”

At that moment she sits all her weight onto him and he digs himself hilt deep inside of her. Her thigh muscles are tight as she leverages herself above him and slides up off of his cock a bit before slamming herself into him more deeply than before, followed by the groove of her hips making their way back and forth on his cock. A squeeze. Her pussy contracts on his cock and his hands find her thighs, pushing up into her thighs and finding her clit. He’s rubbing her most sensitive spot as she rides him in waves of grinding pleasure at a pace that slowly becomes more and more powerful.

“Please Master! Please let me cum!?”

“You may, slave. Cum for your Master.”

Now completely engulfed in what the couple is doing, they fuck for who knows how long? They certainly don’t know but the neighbors were getting a good idea of the scene taking place in their room. They’re fucking so hard the bed slams against the wall again and again, but no one cares.

Audrey’s  riding of her Master brings tears to her eyes as they involuntarily close on her. She’s close, and she knows it. Her head falls down onto her lovers’ chest where she stays as her hips smack his cock against her pussy—the sound of his balls as he pounds her from below the only sound besides his heartbeat, that she can hear.

“Cum for your Master.”

A few more strokes, and her body falls over the edge of pleasure—her pussy shoots cream all over his cock as he too cums right after she does. She can almost hear the stream his seed makes as it is shot into her pussy and her body goes limp on top of her Master while he’s buried deep inside of her, throbbing cum into her in waves.

Aaron feels her kissing his chest now—once she’s regained some of her composure, that is. His sweet little slave was showing him how much she loved him, and he was more than happy as he enveloped her face in his hands and pulled her up to his lips for a kiss.

The couple lay there, her cuddled into his neck and him holding her within his grasp as their heartbeats normalized. Aaron’s eyes were full of satisfaction as his new wife smiled up at him over her folded arms. Her soft voice broke the comfortable silence.

“I love you, Master.” Her eyes were more serious than he’d seen in a long time, and her grin was only slight now. He could see that she truly did love him with all her heart.

“Well, I love you too, kitten. You’re my perfect little slave..”

A wide goofy grin broke his face and they both looked at each other for a moment before Audrey sat up and slid him out of her gently as she spoke,

“Thank you for the pleasure, Master..”

On her knees

My name’s Shilo, and I’m incredibly happy to be involved with Laura’s naughty ventures. This will be fun!  We’re both writers (her moreso than me) and I have some things to post that might get you hot and sweaty. I know it does me 😉 I’m bi, so I write for all sorts of genres, and only for fun!

Shilo

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 Here’s one of my first stories, about a slave and her Master’s morning blow.

Enjoy!

On Her Knees

His taste on my tongue makes me quiver in the deepest, darkest parts of my body. The parts even he will never see. Butterflies in my stomach, an ache between my legs, a flash of sweat beneath my wet hair. And his fingers do nothing to alleviate this feeling–his big hand holding tight to my ponytail merely makes my legs shake even more. The wetness between my thighs feels cool to the touch of my panties on my hot skin.

My body can feel every single breeze of wind, and the heat of his body radiating up like desert sand on my skin brings me to a feverish breaking point. My stomach turns in tight as if it’s trying to retract into itself; even the fibers of the carpet feel like ecstasy on my knees, as I’m acutely aware of every contact that my body makes with my environment.

His cock.

The soft, smooth tip on the top of my mouth.. The hair on his legs as they engulf my body and shiver slightly in response to me. His soft hair tickles my skin; especially on my nipples which are barely touching their engorged peaks onto his inner thighs. The tip of my lips can feel him growing harder, poking them more intently by the second. He wants inside my mouth, he needs inside–so I help him.

My one hand kneads his ball sack like a kitten, my other hand scratches up and down his stomach with my claws. They draw marks on his sensitive skin, but only for a second–leaving behind only residual pleasure streaks of electricity pulsing down his abdomen to the object of my affection, followed by the rush of blood to his shaft. I use this moment to encompass his base with my fingers, and rub my saliva and his cum up and down with them while I squeeze harder and harder with each stroke.

A small flood of deliciousness creeps out of his tip, and I feel my own dripping cunt ache for him to be inside me. This makes me even more hungry for him, more virile in my movements. There is a beat, deep inside us. I feel his heartbeat and I act in parallel to it. When his heart beats faster, I pump him faster with my tongue and tight lips, when it slows, I abate with him and take care of his tip with my cheek while I listen intently to his thankful breaths of abatement. I slide my tongue in circles around him one way, then backwards the other way, while the tip of my tongue finds the most sensitive spots within his folds. Right where the tip meets his shaft–his Shangri-la. Immediately his cock grows stiff, almost too much for the small place I’d given him to roam within my lips.

Mm mm.. I tilt my head and now I suck, and I blow. I suck and blow again just to repeat, but I don’t take him all the way yet. I want him to want it, badly. He moans for me, deep like the sound of a wild beast growl. Almost too low to hear, but I hear it. I’m listening for every sound that exits my Masters’ lips, and I am moaning in turn for him. I feel near climax myself already as my legs are shaking pure powerlessness.

Now my breath catches and shudders out of my lips. My eyes find his and he sees my desire for him. His hands grab the sides of my head and beg for more, pulling me into him as I come forward and retreat; the delicious sound of his juices popping from the suction of my mouth, as I pull him completely out now. I begin tickling his tip with constant taps of my muscle as my fingers run unadulterated up and      down his shaft in a ring; drawing blood forward and back as I tease his tip with an uncharacteristic soft kiss followed by a strong suck, and a pop.

A sigh. Oh, beautiful sigh. He wants more..

His breath catches in his throat and his stomach muscles get taught; his legs clench around my sides in beautiful displays of power that is being held back for his fragile slave. I know that if he wanted to, he could crush me, or take me right there. He owns me, of course. If he wanted it I would not deny him. I’m his.

But tonight I want him to cum for me. I want to feel like a woman, like a slave. One who can make her Master cum with only her lips. He gives me a gift, and he doesn’t move–he allows me the privilege of remaining between his thighs, on my knees, sucking his magnificent cock, and I feel desperate. Desperation that I’ll never get this chance again. A cold chill of fear runs up my spine as I covet this sweet moment–plunging his entire shaft as deep into my throat as I can take, before the water runs from my eyes. Will my mascara run? Would it matter? All that matters now is my Masters’ cock..

The only thing I want is his pleasure streaming through both of our bodies, energizing every part of my body like electricity, and constricting his muscles tighter to the point of losing control. Every fiber of my being is focused on him, and every part of me wants to fulfill him completely. His sweet cum is my prize, his heavy breaths are my motivation; and his hand now clenched around my ponytail tells me he’s ready for me Unleashed.

Now I move my lips up and down his shaft, to the tip and back to the base. Over and over, I suck him and blow the pressure of my air-tight mouth back onto his cock with every stroke of my bobbing head. Over and over I’m sucking him as my eyes now close with pure karma. I’m sucking my Master, and he’s fucking his Slave.

Just when I begin to wonder if he’s purposefully holding himself back to feel me suck him longer, the back of my throat catches him with each dip of my head and the pressure on my throat gets tighter and tighter. His hips now move opposite my movements, he’s thrusting inside my mouth, full to the brim with my hunger and his precious liquid. All I can hear is the slurping of his cock on my lips, all I can feel is my heartbeat now. And I love the taste of this foreign object warm and soft, within my mouth.

I ignore the burning heat between my thighs, as I feel my throat contract upon his deeply engorged cock. He feels it, and he knows it. I’m gagging on his dick and he’s watching me now, his eyes sparkling with desire and animalistic fire. His hand pulls my ponytail into him, I take him deep.

As deep as his cock is long, he buries himself into me, bringing sweet tears streaming down my face from my glassy eyes as I look up at my Master. When I go to lift my head back from his base, there is no freedom. He’s holding me tight by my hair and he tells me to take it.

Suddenly, an explosion: warmth and salt, the sweet taste of my Masters cum filling my throat overflows into my mouth as he pushes himself in as deep as he can. A jerk of his hips, slight. I love this.

I’m holding my breath and trying to swallow him as his hands now hold the back of my head into him without mercy and he is buried deep inside me. My heart is pounding, I feel a rush of liquid push itself down the back of my tongue. But I can’t breathe, amidst my elation. Amidst my victory..

Just as my body begins to panic, just as I feel I’m on the bottom of a swimming pool with no air: sweet release. His hands let go and he exhales deeply. I pull back slowly, sucking on my way asI inhale the sweet nectar of life. His taste becomes more concrete in my mouth as my entire body flushes red with renewed vitality and suppressed happiness. I love my Masters’ taste. His cock is pulsing still with clear liquid as I quickly lick my lips for him with a smile and lick every bit from his tip. His face is still twisted in pleasure and desire, and I love that merely his slave can cause him so much feeling.

When he regains control, he looks at me expectantly as I lick up every precious drop from his twitching cock. My tongue points taught and I roll it over his shaft trying to taste every bit of him that he will give me, like a good little slave.

His muscles are throbbing, and I can feel the pulse beneath his thin skin beat like a drum. Now I suck his tip like I’m drawing his sweet milk–every drip I cherish just as I cherish him. He’s now watching me with wonder as I drain him dry with a wry smile on my face. I paw at his cum on my lips and chin and lick it up with delight.

Once my tongue has found every bit of his wetness, I kiss his cock with love, and swing my ponytail to the side over my shoulder–waiting for him. Waiting for the words.

“Good girl, my slave.”