Saturday, 17 November 2012

Adults Corner #9

This posting is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY.
It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.

[A warning that this has not been edited, had any one check it for grammar mistakes or even read threw by me more than once]
These are all written by me, Bronwyn Heeley

This is the work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously.

First up, I’m thinking of changing this posting up. Though it’s easy for me to just post scene that I have written, some that I will eventually have to post won’t be worth the exposure or worse I’ll have to go ahead and write out my own just for this post.
I was wondering if you just wanted me to keep on posting sex scenes I’ve written for various works, or would you prefure me to write a story threw the postings?

Seeking my Werewolf
(Moonlit Wolves #3)

[this is a masturbation scene with high effaces on m/m sex]

Leaning up against a tree that wasn’t a step or two to the side and anyone from the group in the clearing he just left could get a look at him. Unzipping his pants he angrily shoved his hand down his pants and gripped his cock.
     Rock hard and dripping, his fucking piece of meat had him smothering a groan of relief as a moment of pleasure overrun the pain. It wouldn’t last. He’s need to come wasn’t as easy as it should have been in this state, but his mind wasn’t in it. His heart even less, and his body was being an arse about it.
     He wished he could just leave it alone as he slid his hand from top to bottom, wincing at the burn and trying to get himself to care enough to spit on his hand so that he didn’t rip off yet another layer of skin he couldn’t really afford to lose.
     His hand moved as his mind tried to bring up his usual images of the porn he watched to masturbate with. But it was like watching two chicks getting it on. All tits and pussy without a moment of lust, kinda like when he realised chick didn’t do it for him. Only these images were of double penetrating and that was fucking hot.
     When it had felt as if he’d been pulling at his cock for years, he took in a deep breath and decided that he really needed to move this shit on. He hated that he was forced to do this. Hated it even more that the closer it got to the full moon and the more his beast was riding him, the horny he got. It was truly the reason that he couldn’t leave it anymore. His werewolf would fuck him up if he didn’t realise the build up his body was creating.
     Spitting on his hand and moaned softly on re-contact, the slick heat wrapped around the abused meat and soothed it in a way that had nothing to do with sex.
     His mind went with the exhale and he magnified the male that had started all this. The hunter. His mate. Kneeling down in front of him, a sparkle in his eyes as he looked up, watching Phil’s reaction as he took in the head of his cock.
     Heat magnified threw his body, boiling his skin, causing sweat to trickle down his spin and brow. His heart picked up as his mind imagined what his mate would look like with his lips stretched around his cock. A low moan slipped free. Fingers dug deep into bark. His body bowed inward as the muscles in his arm wanted to seize with prolonged use.
     Just a bit more. He chanted as he imagined the wet hand around his dick as a mouth. Shit substitute but he needed to come so badly that it didn’t matter. It was all or nothing and the nothing was going to tear his skin off his bones.
     Like an animal in heat his—in heat? Could that be what’s happening to me....?
     “Fuck!” he grunted loudly as the orgasm that was squeezing his balls shot out his dick and he rolled on a giant wave of please as it peaked with ever shot of cum he helped push out his cock.
     The orgasm washed over him quickly. His recovery as if he’d never shot. Only the stickiness on his hands and the tree, added the sweat, were the only signs that he’d come. It wasn’t a relief, not in the long run; his body was still to hipped up. His spin still tingled for more. For the real thing.

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