Watching

Jeeez its hot in here….

Painful Passion

Scorching!….

She Spins Words

This is my craving – imagined in my mind and manifested through my words..

I am awake,
I see through magnified eyes.
My senses are alive,
My mind has gone wild.

Thoughts drenched in lust,
My want for you in ferocious.
I’m wallowing in your exotic intoxication.
I breathe you in.

Your tongue swells in a river of sweet, warm honey.
Your eyes are ants crawling over my body.
Razor blade teeth tear away any remaining lace.
You hold me hoisted in your suction cup.

You press hard and tease me with feather light tickles.
I sink into divine surrealness.
Metallic red sneaks between my lips – blood.
You leave your prints in black and blue.

Legs vibrating, back arching, stomach convulsing.
I etch my passion into your shimmering flesh.
You are pumping, thumping, groaning.
Liquid gold drips from your finger tips.

You coat me in a delightfully sticky mess,

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Chasing Skin

Mmmmm…..

Limited by my muse

Hit the nail on the proverbial head! Brilliant piece!

One Handed Writers

 One thing I’ve learned in my ten years of being an author  When it comes to writing, a muse is the most sensitive frustrating thing that an author must face.

Back in December my personal life took a hard hit and my muse, the delicate little creature it is, scurried into the recesses of my mind to hide.  Unfortunately for me, it remained there, refusing to come out for the next four months.

Last month I’d pretty much given up any hope of ever seeing my muse again.  I accepted the fact that maybe it was time to move on to other creative endeavors.  So I turned my focus over to my other passion…creating cover art.  I’m extremely adept at Photoshop and love creating something from nothing.

I guess, in a way my muse returned taking up another form, but however you want to say it I put the…

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Liebster Award for Lexi Thornton

The True Diary of a Submissive (check out her brilliant blog at http://thetruediaryofasubmissive.com/) nominated me for the Liebster blog award. The Liebster Blog Award is given to up and coming bloggers who have less than 200 followers. “Liebster” is German for “favourite”.

 To accept the award,there are some rules to follow

• When you receive the award, you must post 11 random facts about yourself and answer the 11 questions asked by the person who nominated you.
• Pass the award onto 11 other blogs (while making sure you notify the blogger that you nominated them!)
• You write-up 11 NEW questions directed towards your nominees.
• You are not allowed to nominate the blog who nominated YOUR own blog!
• You paste the award picture into your blog. (You can google the image, there are plenty of them!)

Lexi Thornton’s Random Facts

I’m almost 35 years old – my birthday is next month

I’m extremely short-sighted and have to wear contact lenses!

By day I’m a Nurse

I’m allergic to marzipan..yuck!

My favourite music has to be old skool and funky house – nothing like some piano & diva vocals!

I’m going back to my studies this September – student haha!

The furthest I’ve travelled is to Las Vegas, Nevada

I have an 8 year old daughter

I love Lattes with a shot of caramel syrup in too, yum yum

My dream job would be a forensic psychologist

I’m terrified of dragonflies!

The rules state that you answer the 11 questions asked of you by the Blogger who gave you this award.

Here are the questions and my answers to The True Diary of a Submissive – so much thanks to you for nominating me!

Questions & Answers

1.What’s your shoe size?

I’m a average size 6

2. What did you want to be when you were a child?

Lol a journalist! Well, I got the writing part!…

3. When did you discover your ‘Kink’ preference?

Always been a lustful being but it truly came out to play 6 years ago when I met my special man

4. What is your most treasured possession?

Photographs of my loved ones, memories captured

5. If you could go back in time what era what you go back to?

Easy – I’d step on back to the 50’s/60’s – I was heavily influenced by too much Happy Days when I was young!

6. Who is your idol/inspiration?

Marilyn Monroe & Dita Von Teese if we’re talking famous folk….

7.  What’s your favourite dance move?

Shaking my money maker and strutting my stuff in my fuck-me killer heels!

8. What is your favourite TV program?

So many… love crime dramas, Broadchurch was pretty good

9. Do you have any regular beauty/up keep treatments and if so, which ones?

I used to have the works, nails, tan, extensions (haha!) now I pamper my tresses and have my eyebrows threaded

10. If you could be anyone, dead or alive, who would you be?

Betty Paige

11. Are you happy?

As happy as a bipolar lass can be 😉

I’m then supposed to nominate some blogs for this and leave my list of questions for fellow bloggers.

Now my questions for you….

Do you ever remember your dreams?

If you were on Death Row and had one last meal, what would you ask for?

If you could commit any crime and get away with it scott free, what would you do?

You’re stuck in a lift, who would you most like to be stuck in there with?

Do you ever sing in public/do karaoke and if so what do you sing?

Which is your favourite season?

Do you have any phobias?

Do you have an alter ego and if so what are they are like?

Any bad habits you indulge in when nobody’s looking? 😉

What 3 items would you take with you if you got marooned on a desert island?

What’s the most selfless thing you have ever done for another?

Again much love & gratitude to The True Diary of a Submissive for taking time & noticing me! x

Have fun, can’t wait to hear your answers x

Been a While …

Long time no see…

So….. It’s been a rather long time since I brought anything to the Dining Table of Lust! That said I certainly haven’t shown up empty handy 🙂

Today’s erotic delicacies consist of two new lust fueled stories for you to feast upon. … “Jim’ll Fix Her” is a rather saucy dish (or should I say the leading man is!) and tells of a red hot tryst between spoilt housewife Ruby and Jamie the strapping young plumber who not only fixes her troublesome pipework but gives Ruby a thorough seeing to!…

Next up comes (no pun intended!) the luscious tale of Sasha and Aimee, two besties, who after a predominantly liquid lunch embark on some seriously sexy ermmm retail therapy! Not to mention an impromtu lust-fest… behind a velvet curtain….

 

So, enjoy! Hope you’re licking your lips already! xoxo

 

 

Shop ’til you Drop…. To your Knees!

 

 

“ I’ve spent a fortune Aimee! I can just hear my credit card screaming in agony!” Sasha exclaimed as she and her best friend slid into a vacant booth they’d spotted in the trendy bar in which they’d chosen to have some lunch.

“Ohh but don’t deny it Sash, it’s been worth it, look at all the gorgeous things you’ve bought!” Aimee gleefully rummaged through the obscene mountain of bags heaped around them. “We’re going to be the hottest pair of girls in this city tonight babe!” she added excitedly.

Sasha giggled; she had to agree with her friend, she had indeed had a very fruitful morning of sheer indulgent retail therapy.

“Hmm, maybe… but I’m holding out for that perfect outfit that screams out to me.” Sasha replied as she gazed over the leather clad menu in front of her, her eyes resting on the wine list. “Vino?” she asked Aimee.

“But of course! Think we deserve a little light refreshment.” Came the reply.

A delectable lunch along with a generous amount of wine was ordered and the two not only enjoyed their meal but also a helping of flirtation with the tasty, swarthy waiter who shamelessly paid them extra special attention.

 

“I think we should carry on with our expedition Sash, what do you reckon?” remarked Aimee as she drained the last of her wine. Agreeing eagerly Sasha gathered up her bags and the two headed back out into the autumnal chill, arms linked and thick as thieves as the fresh air hit them. They cruised through a large department store but had little luck until they happened upon a rather intriguing boutique.

“Now this looks promising! Come on, let’s see what sexy numbers they’ve got in here!” exclaimed Sasha happily, glad to have made the discovery. The very sight of the corsets on display giving her an unexpected jolt of pleasure.

Once inside she set about running her hands over the expensive fabrics; silk, taffeta and lace. Sasha began to smile as she imagined such luxury against her olive skin.

“I think I know just what I want to wear tonight…” she murmured before glancing round to see where her partner-in-crime has gotten to. Aimee came sauntering over, her arms laden with numerous corsets and dresses, grinning from ear-to-ear. Gleefully they headed to the fitting room. Even this space was glamorous and appealing. Everything about the decor oozed class and sex-appeal with its thick dark drapes made of a weighty plum satin and low lighting.

There was much laughter between them, both tipsy from their lunchtime drinking. Not to mention the heady excitement at finding potentially perfect outfits to wear to the eagerly awaited party that night.

 

Aimee carefully picked up a silk black corset; its bodice encrusted with tiny onyx jewels, and removed it from its heavy gold hanger.

“I have absolutely no idea how I’m going to fasten myself into this, Sash would you mind giving me a hand honey?”

The slender blonde shimmied out of her clothes, her lacy bra discarded swiftly onto the floor, an almost child-like expression on her face as she turned enquiringly to look at Sasha. The low lighting cast a brilliant shine to her hair as draped over her bare shoulders and down her back like spun gold. Sasha blinked and tried not to gawp, thinking to herself that she really shouldn’t have drunk so much wine.

“Sure I can…” She took the corset from Aimee, concentrating hard on its many fiddly clasps and ribbons in order to clear the forbidden thoughts that were threatening to flood into her tipsy mind.

Aimee chattered away oblivious, facing the gigantic ornate Gothic mirror, totally unaware of what had fleetingly crossed Sasha’s mind just moments before. After studying the garment for a long moment and ensuring it was laced up correctly, Sasha finally figured out how to fasten the corset. Aimee was dancing to the soulful music that was being pumped into the fitting area, her hair scooped up onto her head, arms stretched upwardly as her hands held her locks in place.

“Right lady! Stand still a minute whilst I wrap this around you!” Sasha chided gently, laughing at her friend’s pink complexion adding “You must be as merry as me, look at you prancing around!”

Aimee complied, standing still to allow Sasha to dress her petite frame.

“You are going to look divine in this babe.” Sasha commented.

“You think so?” Aimee responded, causing Sasha to look at their reflections in the mirror.

“I know so Aimee.” It was at this moment that her eyes betrayed her as they drank in Aimee’s reflection, straying over her collar bone, downwards over her pert breasts with their pink nipples. She busied herself once more with lacing up the back of the corset, tightening it with each tug of the ribbons.

“Can I turn round now?” Aimee asked.

“Yeah, we need to fasten you up at the front now.” Sasha answered, trying to keep her tone brisk and pre-occupied and hoping that the unexpected lust she had started to feel was firmly out of her voice. As Aimee turned around her firm round breasts brushed against Sasha setting off a deluge of tingles under Sasha’s skin.

 

Nervously she blurted out “Have I ever told you what a hot bod you’ve got yourself Honey?” She laughed breathlessly as the words came out and she felt her face burning.

“You’re so sweet babes! However, the prize for Number 1 Sex Goddess goes to you every time my darling Sash!” Aimee gushed, kissing her on each flushed cheek with an exaggerated “Mwah” each time her lips made contact. The compliment did little to distract Sasha from the fact that) Aimee’s naked breasts remained mere centimetres from her poised fingertips. With a slight tremor she began to fasten the tricky clasps up the front of the basque, so aware of her friend’s warm skin close to hers. When she was half way there, she ventured a glance upwards to find Aimee nibbling her bottom lip and gazing intently back at her.

“These bloody clasps are a nightmare Aimes…” She mumbled distractedly.

“Here, let me help you.” Aimee let her fingers trail over the offending clasps. As they both tackled the awkward job, Sasha’s hand slipped and accidentally brushed against one of Aimee’s nipples which was tellingly erect.

“Oops, sorry Hun.” She apologised hurriedly.

“Please, don’t be sorry…” Her friend replied softly before she grabbed Sasha’s fingers and placed them firmly over her hardening bud. Sasha took a sharp intake of breath at Aimee’s gesture, unsure as to what to do next. Sensing Sasha’s apprehension, Aimee coaxed gently. “Don’t be shy…Come here…” She pulled Sasha to her, leaning in to softly nibble the other woman’s lip. Meanwhile Sasha was momentarily overcome with surprise, her stomach fluttering with desire. Still she hesitated, until Aimee slid her tongue delicately into her mouth. Fueled by the unmistakable arousal that coursed through her body, she returned the kiss in earnest, bravely pulling Aimee closer to her. She liked the feeling of her body pressed tightly her friend’s slender frame. She became rapidly aware of a pulsing heat between her thighs, her lacy thong becoming quickly damp and sticky.

A low moan broke free of Aimee’s mouth as Sasha followed her instincts. Impulse took over and she began running her fingertips over the temptingly ripe breasts presented before her, reveling in the way they responded to her touch. Growing increasingly more confident, Sasha bent her head and took Aimee’s pink hard nipples between her lips in turn to nibble; suck and caress, feeling them stiffen with every lick. Aimee’s head lolled back a little, her breathing getting heavier as Sasha lavished attention on her.

“Hey…” she whispered after a long moment, resting a hand on Sasha’s arm. “I’m being selfish, come here babe…” She gazed into Sasha’s eyes before kissing her passionately, their tongues sliding wetly over one another. Sasha’s legs felt weak and shaky with lust. The heavy baseline of the music being played around them seemed to intensify the atmosphere and they began grinding their hips against each other as they kissed.

 

Aimee was first to pull away, leaving Sasha breathless and panting. She felt somewhat crest-fallen that Aimee had withdrawn. That was until she watched on in amazement as her sexy companion dropped slowly to her knees before her, before pushing her back gently against the wall. She smoothly parted Sasha’s legs let out an involuntary gasp of approval as he eyes feasted on the other woman’s soaking wet thong that encased what just had to be a gorgeous pussy. Wasting not one second, Aimee’s tongue darted against the wet lace, causing Sasha’s legs to tremble violently.

“Sit…” She gestured to a throne-like velvet clad chair that sat proudly in the corner. Sasha’s heart was pounding and she paused feeling self-conscious.

“What if we get caught though Aimes?…” She asked quietly despite her desire threatening to take over and rendering her past caring.

Aimee merely smiled back at her wickedly “ Ssh…Just relax…” She knelt down again, pushing Sasha’s legs wide apart, teasingly dragging her nails over toned silky thigh flesh as she did so.

Sasha moaned despite herself, she felt torn, partly wanting to push her friend away but so overcome with lust that she couldn’t bring herself to do so. Meanwhile, Aimee painstakingly peeled Sasha’s soaked panties away from her pussy, studying what lay before her. “Oh my…” She murmured, seemingly entranced by the view. She ran her tongue over Sasha’s thighs, circling round up towards her aching sex before moving it away at the last moment. Each time she pulled this stunt Sasha couldn’t suppress her moans nor could she resist thrusting her hips upwards as she searched and yearned for Aimee’s tongue to lick her throbbing clit.

 

“Please…” Sasha whispered pleadingly, her earlier fears of getting caught well and truly vanished. Aimee glanced up at Sasha pleased to find her friend in a state of such arousal, head thrown back and thighs twitching with each touch. Seeing Sasha consumed by such pleasure, Aimee then slowly lowered her mouth between two tanned thighs, parting the swollen pussy lips with her nimble tongue. She licked with a slow deliberate stroke from the bottom of Sasha’s slit, upwards till she reached one beautifully engorged clitoris. Sasha’s eyes snapped open instantly and she had to bite down on her clenched fist as Aimee began furiously tonguing and lapping at her juicy glistening opening, gathering creamy arousal as she went, exposing her tender clit from under its protective hood.

Sasha’s hips bucked wildly, her ass lifting from the chair as her hands clawed at its plush velvet covering. She whimpered in pleasure, her resistance utterly dissipated and her only concern was the flood of delicious sensation that rippled through her body.

“Nice, babes?…” Aimee asked pausing momentarily to catch a breath.

Without answering verbally, Sasha grasped Aimee’s head in her palms, wrapping the ropes of golden hair around her trembling fingers before guiding Aimee’s mouth urgent back onto her awaiting pussy.

“Don’t…you…dare stop!…”

 

Stopping was the furthest thing from Aimee’s mind as she worked the tip of her hungry tongue over Sasha’s gaping entrance, curling it over and over before plunging it deep inside. In turn, Sasha writhed, feeling her juices seep freely from her as she drew closer to the edge. Knowing just how close Sasha was, Aimee slid two fingers up and inside to graze and stroke at her friend’s most secret spot. Unable to restrain herself a moment longer, Sasha cried out, her entire body trembling violently as she began to cum. Aimee watched the beautiful sight of her best and closest friend as she came hard and fast onto her fingers, hearing and feeling Sasha’s pussy sucking and contracting with each wave of orgasmic bliss.

When Sasha’s shudders had subsided, Aimee tenderly removed her fingers to bring them to her lips; gazing up seductively into Sasha’s eyes as she licked and sucked them clean.

“You taste so…sweet…amazing…” she spoke lovingly.

Sasha sat, totally sated, breathless and hot but with a broad if a little shocked smile that soon spread over her whole face.

“You are a dark horse!…” She sat up and pulled Aimee close so that she could kiss her, tasting herself as they shared a deep intimate kiss. Her fingers traced over Aimee’s bare golden shoulders and then her sweet breasts. “I want to return the pleasure…”

Aimee smiled but shook her head. “Later sweetie, right now we need to pay for this lot and head back to the hotel.”

“But Aimes…” Sasha started to protest, feeling more than a little rejected.

Noting her friend’s face falling, Aimee clasped Sasha’s hands in hers and reassured “We got all night honey and believe me when I say it’s going to be a night to remember gorgeous!”

Her confidence returning, Sasha smiled again, understanding that their adventure was far from over.

Dressed and composed once more, they gathered up their collection of garments and left the fitting room giggling just as they had on entering it….

 

Later that evening, adorned in their jaw-dropping finds, the two admired one another’s’ reflections in the mirror before leaving their hotel room. Both were filled with a wicked sense of anticipation at the prospect and possibilities of what lay ahead at the party that night but also by the secret they shared. The secret of how and why they had chosen their stunning outfits very much at the forefront of both their minds. With every compliment and admiring comment they received, a wry knowing smile passed between the pair.

“Every time I glance over at you in that corset Aimes, I have a flashback to how it all started earlier!…” Sasha whispered in her Bestie’s ear.

“Believe me when I tell you Sash, each time I look at you in that sexy dress…I can taste you!…” Came Aimee’s husky reply. As she clasped Sasha’s hand in hers they joined the party, turning heads as they went.

 

If you can’t stand the heat…..

Ruby’s dripping kitchen tap isn’t the only thing being seen to!… New filthy offering for you: “Jim’ll Fix Her!”

Jim’ll Fix Her!

 

The dripping noise that came from the kitchen tap downstairs was as close to Chinese Water Torture as Ruby could imagine. Hour after hour it kept her awake and by the third night of being subjected to the incessant sound, she started to feel somewhat cranky. Try as she might, she just couldn’t switch off and get some much-needed sleep.

 

It was no good; she hadn’t a clue when it came to DIY or home repairs. Hardly surprising considering she was a self-confessed pampered princess. Her husband was away on some business trip or other so it was pointless expecting him to fix the problem.

“Nothing out of the ordinary there then…” She frowned to herself in the darkness. He was very rarely home, seemingly more married to his company than to Ruby. Whilst she undoubtedly reaped the benefits of his labour, she lacked his company for weeks on end.

Ruby had learnt to accept his frequent absence over time, consoling herself with the free rein she had on her very own platinum Amex card. However, she couldn’t help but think that she was fast becoming the epitome of the “Bored Housewife” in many ways…

 

She would have to call in a plumber to mend the leaky tap and more importantly, save her from acute sleep deprivation induced insanity. She did not relish the thought of trawling through the Yellow Pages trying to find a reputable organisation. She could already envisage some complete cow-boy coming out who would either rip her off or make a complete mess of her waterworks. It was after much deliberation on the matter that she recalled a friend recommending a company to her, one who specialized in all manner of repairs and household jobs. She resolved there and then to ring them as soon as was humanly possible to arrange for a plumber to put her out of her misery and to mend that damned tap…

 

She awoke from an unsettled slumber the next morning and only after padding downstairs and fixing her first latte of the day did she begin to feel more human. Heading into the plush study-cum-office, Ruby went through the piles of papers and business cards that sat on the solid mahogany desk. After sifting through the majority of them she came across the crisp white business card she was after. She decided that as soon as she had showered and dressed she would call them. Ruby sat for a while in the high-backed leather chair that resided at her husband’s desk. It always made her feel powerful, like a statesman or more bizarrely an infamous mafia overlord. She chuckled at the thought,

“Meanwhile, back in the real world!…”  She spoke aloud as she gazed out of the french windows at the garden and it’s manicured lawns. It was set to be a lovely sunny day. She couldn’t help but think wistfully how nice it would have been to have her husband grace her with his presence so they could enjoy the garden together. She didn’t allow the thought to linger for long; instead she headed back up the wide staircase to the en suite bathroom to take an invigorating shower which did wonders to clear her head.

 

Once dressed she got straight on the case, calling the repair company with her fingers tightly crossed in the hope they would send someone over the same day. The woman who answered the call was polite and efficient and much to Ruby’s relief arranged a call out for later that day. The quote was a little steep but she was more than happy to pay through the nose if it meant she got a good night’s rest. Having sorted the call out she ran a few errands, met a friend for a light lunch, then returned to the house in time to meet the repair man, whose name she had been advised over the phone, would be James.

As the forecast had predicted, the day was gloriously sunny and Ruby made the most of it by stretching out on one of her custom-made loungers on the expansive sun terrace. The feel of the warm sunshine on her bare arms and legs coupled and tranquility of her gardens, gently lulled her into a light slumber.

 

She woke with a start at the booming sound of someone’s voice. Blinking, she saw a stocky young man looking down at her and she sat upright with a jolt.

“I’m here to fix your taps.” He stated in a matter of fact tone. “Tried the doorbell but didn’t get any answer so I let myself in through the side door.”

Ruby cleared her throat and smoothed a hand over her hair, composing herself and trying to disguise her irritation at his boldness. She also wondered how long he had been standing there for and this made her bristle.

“James, I take it?” She retorted, far from appreciative of his brusque manner.

“Jamie actually.” He corrected her, “What’s the issue with your pipe work then?”

He picked up his heavy metal toolbox with one hand, his other hand resting on his hip casually.

“If I knew what the issue was I wouldn’t have had to call you out, would I?” Ruby snapped, instantly disliking James, or Jamie, or whatever the hell he liked to be called.

He raised an eyebrow cockily at her and she made a mental note to call the company to complain about the man’s attitude. She stood up, straightening her skirt as she replied

“You’d better come inside and take a look for yourself.”

He didn’t reply, merely nodding curtly before following her into the house, through to the kitchen and of course to the offending tap. As he set his toolbox down, Ruby was struck by how boyishly good-looking James…no, Jamie, was which only served to irk her further. She was in no mood to be given attitude by someone who appeared to have barely left school!

 

“Is that it?” He scoffed as she began explaining her quandary.

“What do you mean – is that it?” she fumed, “I’ll have you know that, that tap has been driving me crazy, dripping away all bloody night!…” she ranted at his flippancy.

Jamie raised his hands in mock surrender, “ OK, OK  only asking! Mind you, you’re pretty hot when you’re angry!” He interrupted her, wearing the most irritating grin on his handsome face, a grin that Ruby could have happily slapped right off for him.

“And you couldn’t have fixed this all by yourself?” he continued, mocking her.

Utterly outraged, she frowned harder still to which he laughed loudly, shaking his head.

“Oh, don’t take on so!” he added whilst Ruby fought the urge to tell him exactly what she thought of him.

Before she had the chance however, he turned his back on her, opening the toolbox in front of him and rifling through it’s contents. Flummoxed by this cock-sure young man and the way in which he had spoken to her Ruby just stood glowering at him, or the back of his head at least.

“Could murder a cuppa if you’re putting the kettle on?” he quipped over his shoulder.

“I could murder you…” she muttered under her breath, but nevertheless she reached for a mug in which to make him a drink. At that point she realised she needed to fill the kettle but by now Jamie had his head and shoulders buried in the cupboard under the sink.

Gingerly she stepped over his outstretched legs as she tried to navigate her way to the tap.

“Excuse me.” She said but he must not have heard her and no response came.

Ruby felt awkward and was cross at herself for doing so. She cleared her throat loudly and was about to speak again when he withdrew from the cupboard. He had a quizzical expression on his face that soon gave way to what she could only describe as playful. He looked at her for longer than was necessary, his pale blue-grey eyes roam upwards over her body in a suggestive manner that caused her to flush.

“Can I get to the sink please?” she scowled back at him.

“Be my guest Madam.” He smiled at her, licking his lips as he did so. Ruby didn’t know where to put herself. Here she was, alone with the plumber from hell, yet…She couldn’t deny the distinct feelings of sexual tension and what? Excitement even? Things she hadn’t felt in such a long time, things that caught her off-guard.

 

“Need to fetch some more tools from my van anyway, looks more complicated than I first thought.” He remarked. He got up off the floor and Ruby couldn’t help but admire the way in which the muscles in his arms rippled, nor the way his thighs filled his work trousers just right. She watched him walk out of the room, taking in the view, biting her lip as her gaze rested on his perfectly formed arse. She could not recall the last time she had felt so hot under the collar let alone had a fit, virile young man in such close proximity. Snapping out of her lustful thoughts, she busied herself, readying the teapot and trying to look occupied, all a front of course as she regained some composure.

 

Jamie returned a few minutes later, wrench in hand with the same cock-sure grin plastered across his face.

“How’s that tea coming along?” he asked cheekily, brushing past her and kneeling back down in front of the pipe work once more.

Ruby watched the muscles in his taut broad back now, moving deliciously under the tight-fitting T-shirt he was wearing. She noticed the nape of his neck and the way his hair, the colour of sand, tapered neatly into it. She tore her eyes away, furiously berating herself.

“Get a grip!…” she murmured under her breath.

“Pardon?” he inquired, looking up at her over his shoulder, icy blue eyes studying her.

“Nothing.” She snapped back, turning away from him and biting her lip before adding in a softer tone “How’s it looking under there?”

“Depends on what you mean?” he replied, the wolfish grin reappearing.

“The tap of course.” She jabbed her finger in the direction of the sink, once again feeling her cheeks burning.

“Ah. Well, seems to be a problem with your waste disposal unit too but I’m sure I can fix that.” Jamie went back to studying the pipes under her sink again and Ruby heaved a huge sigh of relief.

 

Once she had poured his mug of tea she asked him “Where do want this?”

“Plonk it down there.” Came a muffled reply.

She complied, stooping to set the mug beside him, hoping that he wouldn’t knock it all over the place.

“Cheers.” He reappeared at the sound of china on terracotta floor tile and drank thirstily. As she rose he caught her eye again taking the opportunity to make another wise crack.

“Your husband no good at plumbing then?”

Folding her arms she replied “Not that it’s any of your business, but no. He’s working away.” She huffed before adding “He works away a lot.” The tone of her voice spiked Jamie’s attention. He gazed up at her steadily, his fingers poised over his tools. Ruby broke eye contact, swiftly turning away from him.

“So you’re left to fend for yourself then?” He spoke in a new tone this time, softer.

Ruby wasn’t about to fall for that, “I manage perfectly well by myself, thanks all the same.”

“Except for when it comes to leaky taps eh?”

Ruby wanted to scream, he had a damn answer for everything.

“ OK. So plumbing isn’t my forte.” She retorted frostily.

“So what is your ummm… forte then?”

She couldn’t help but laugh at his blatant flirting and he immediately responded to this.

“You’re even sexier when you smile, do you know that?”

 

She refused to get drawn into silly games and instead she withdrew to a safe distance, taking a seat on a high stool at the breakfast bar. This had the added advantage of enabling her to watch him without being caught. He tinkered around for a while, making adjustments and humming to himself until he spoke to her again.

Do me a favour? Come and shine my torch in here for me, I can’t see jack…”

Venturing back into the fray, Ruby picked up the heavy flashlight and pointed it into his cramped workspace.

“Bit more this way…Bit more…Closer! Jeez, I won’t bite you!…” He teased her.

She was uncomfortably close to him, kneeling alongside where he laid working.

“Shit!” he yelled as, without warning, a spray of water exploded from under the sink, instantly soaking him and catching her too.

“What the hell are you doing?” Ruby squealed, startled by the shock of cold water that swiftly saturated her summer top. She had to steady herself from falling backwards, only just managing to duck out of the jets of water.

 

Jamie cursed to himself as he battled with the water burst, finally managing to stem the spray with his wrench. Ruby looked around her in dismay at the great pools all over her tiled kitchen floor.

“What the hell are you playing at?” She shot at him harshly as he held her wet clothes from her skin crossly.

He came out of the cramped confines of the cupboard and on seeing her alarmed expression he began laughing. He too was soaked through, his hair stuck to his head. Far more alarmingly though, his snug white polo shirt was now transparent, revealing every ripple of muscle that lay beneath. Tiny droplets ran off his face and she was once more struck by him. Far from being a childish boy, she realised he was very much all man.

The earlier tension between them was now palpable and Ruby could no longer resist gazing at him and it seemed Jamie was unable to resist staring back at her. He openly drank her in, noting the outline of her perfectly formed breasts through her top.

He sat up slowly, his eyes boring into her once more, undressing her, appraising her, his lips parted slightly in concentration.

“You’re soaking wet…” She murmured, not caring that she was stating the obvious.

“You too…” Came his throaty reply as he stood up, offering out a hand to help her up too. Ruby felt something similar to an electric shock as he took both her hands in his. She gasped softly, hardly daring to meet his eye but when she did the outcome was inevitable.

 

Their lips met in a fierce collision, hungry kisses snatched and seized from one another, tongues jostling. Jamie’s strong hands drew her up against him and she eagerly pressed her body into his, her own slender hands groping and grasping at him. He paused to pull his soaked T-shirt up over his head, her legs responded by almost buckling when she took in the sight of his hard muscular body with it’s young taut skin begging to be licked.

She wasted no time at all, her fingers pounced first, her nails grazed down his broad shoulders and his back before seizing his wonderfully firm buttocks, allowing her to pull him ever closer to her as her animal instincts came out to play. He grunted as he pressed and ground his groin against hers, letting her feel how hard he was for her already.

They continued to kiss urgently, Jamie’s fingers tugged on Ruby’s hair before they swept deftly back over her frame. Without hesitation, he stripped her wet clothes from her, smiling widely as he admired he body before diving towards her, plunging his face into her heaving breasts as he tore at her bra with his teeth. She yelped in a mixture of pain and also delight as his teeth then nipped at her hardened nipples, transforming them into solid peaks. She sank her nails into his back, her head thrown back as he greedily feasted upon her neck and breasts like a man possessed. She caught sight of his manhood as it bulged and strained for release. She made a grab for it only for him to snatch her by the wrist, smiling and shaking his head.

“All in time…” He teased her mercilessly and she found herself torn between desperation for his undivided attention and a yearning to unzip his trousers to free his hard cock. A soft cry escaped her as his grip tightened, her eyes widened in shock.

Far from backing down, Jamie propelled her up onto the marble breakfast bar, roughly pushing her legs apart. He shot another heart-stopping smile as he purposefully slid her soaked panties to one side, revealing a glistening, smooth pussy that screamed out for his touch.

 

Giving into his command, she spread her legs wider still, letting him see her in all her glory. He could not deny his arousal for her as he bit down on his bottom lip, his pupil dilating.

“Do you want me to lick that gorgeous wet pussy for you?” Jamie breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of her sex.

“Yes! Lick me, suck me, fuck me with your tongue!…” The words escaped from her mouth before she could stop them. He smiled gleefully at her outburst before obliging.

He did not tease her but sank his thick long tongue as far as he could inside her eagerly awaiting opening, eliciting squeals of unbridled pleasure from Ruby as she ground downwards onto his face. She could not remember ever having her pussy eaten so damn well, in fact she struggled to remember the last time she had felt a tongue so much as brush over her wet folds… Not for such a long time indeed. She clawed at his shoulders, at his hair as her hips thrusted and bucked to meet his tongue.

 

Pausing to catch his breath, he flicked his nimble tongue over her clit, which by now was solid as stone and protruded from it’s pink hood. As if this wasn’t enough, he stroked at the tight puckering of her arsehole, using some of her creaminess to lubricate its rim. After the initial shock she moaned loudly, asking him to slide a finger inside her.

“Inside where? Your pussy?” He took each fleshy lip between his teeth in turn, sucking hard before asking her “Or that tight arse, you horny bitch…”

It was her turn to grin, a wild unabashed grin. She loved the sound of his voice, as he huskily talked dirty to her.

“How about if I open you up, nice and wide? Mmmm, yeah…” Jamie continued hypnotically, his words reaching deep into her mind, reviving her sexual appetite and desires in a way she had long forgotten. Ruby began drowning in the sheer debauchery of it all as first he fucked her pussy with his thick fingers before adding another to her twitching ring. She gasped sharply at the initial resistance but with Jamie’s tongue lapping at her clit she soon relaxed, allowing his fingers deeper access. Moments later she began to cum violently, thrashing and sliding around on the hard marble surface beneath her until the spasms and shudders subsided.

 

Opening her eyes she focused again, smiling wickedly at him. Far from exhausted, Ruby wanted more. Jamie had just lit the fuse!

“I want to fuck you so bad…” He groaned, pulling her off the side. He kissed her deeply and she could taste and feel her own cum on his lips and his tongue.

“You taste so sweet…Makes my cock rock hard.” He told her.

“Let me see it, I think it’s high time you let me see and touch that cock of yours…” She asked, confidently taking the chance. She reached out to him, finally freeing the thick length from his trousers. Already wet with his pre-cum, her fingers glided with ease up and down his meaty shaft. She moved closer about to lower her head only for Jamie to pull her back up by her hair. This only served to turn her on further still.

Batting her eyelashes at him she asked “You don’t want me to suck your gorgeous hard prick for you?” She feigned disappointment, her eyes glued to his. Jamie swallowed hard, tense with anticipation.

“I just want to fuck that cunt of yours, good and hard, make you squirt all over my cock. Now bend over the sink…”

 

He almost manhandled Ruby towards the sink, oblivious to the lakes of water around their feet. She did as she was told and willingly spread her legs for him, thrusting her pert arse out towards him. Her tits spilled out before her and his hands groped them demandingly. She cried out as he thrust his solid member through her swollen pussy lips into her engorged slit. His cock tip forged deep inside before he plunged in the rest so hard that his balls slapped against her buttocks.

“Grab my hair!” She screamed at him which he gladly did, yanking her head back each time he speared her. Her head jerked back as they fucked, totally oblivious to the fact they were in full view of the kitchen windows.

“You like that dirty bitch?” He panted. “You like the feel of my fat cock fucking you?”

Casting him a look over her shoulder, she laughed.

“Mmm, I like it yes…But I’d love it if you fucked me even harder you horny bastard!”

Hearing her filthy request made him groan loudly in excitement.

“Go on then, fuck me harder!” She demanded.

Never one to turn down such a horny order, Jamie drilled his cock into her over and over. Both of them were slick with sweat, skin white hot to the touch.

 

Jamie changed tack, pulling his manhood from her with a wet slurping sound, leaving Ruby feeling instantly bereft. Taking her completely off-guard, he spun her round and lifted her up off her feet, his biceps rippling with each move. She wrapped her lithe legs tightly around him as he carried her to the nearest available wall, slamming her back against it. He steadied himself and Ruby took his slick wet cock in her hand, promptly feeding it back inside her once more. Thrust after thrust he fucked her beautifully. With each stab of his pole she also felt the cold wall against her damp back. She tightly squeezed her legs around his hips, once again feeling the onslaught of a climax. She clung onto him, her round breasts slithering over his smooth sculpted chest. Feeling Ruby’s pussy muscles tightening around his shaft, he relentlessly drilled into her until she let out a long cry. Her entire body was wracked with such intense pleasure, her most intimate depths shook around his delicious girth.

 

His energy seemed to know no bounds but on seeing the way she shuddered with her cum and the way her eyes rolled back in her head, Jamie felt himself being drawn right to the brink.

“Cum for me…” She whispered as if sensing how dangerously close he was.

He could only nod as she clambered down off him, finally coming face-to-face with his bobbing shaft and bulbous tip. He twitched in anticipation and she opened her mouth as wide as she could for him before sinking her head down onto every last inch of the most glorious cock she had ever had.

“Ooh fuck yes!…” He shouted as he thrust his entire cock into the back of her tight throat. She gagged a little but continued to suck and deep-throat him expertly, sending endless globs of saliva cascading down his prick and onto his balls.

Tightening his grip on her disheveled hair, he fucked her pretty face a few more times before pulling her mouth off him.

“Cum for me…” She ordered as she gazed intently up at him.

 

He was incapable of stopping the hot ropes of spunk from firing out of his swollen bell end. Jet after jet of hot salty cum splattered onto her face, her lips, and her throat.

Shuddering hard he continued to cum and Ruby hungrily milked every last drop from him with her mouth. Finally she stood up slowly, grinning at him and he responded with a sexy lop-sided smile of his own.

They shared a final kiss, along with a mixture of their creamy juices, before they began straightening themselves out. Ruby excused herself, heading to the bathroom to freshen herself up and by the time she returned Jamie was packed up and ready to leave.

 

“You shouldn’t have any more problems with that tap now.” He smiled assuring her.

“It’s all fixed then? Thank heavens for that.” She beamed, so happy to hear the good news. Good night’s sleep here we come!

He nodded, picking up his toolbox and turning to go.

“Any more problems or you need anything else seeing to, just give me a call.” He winked at her as he placed his card on the breakfast bar. He shot her one last sexy smile as he walked through the back door, leaving a smiling Ruby who was more than satisfied with his handiwork!