Tuesday, December 11, 2018

Just the Way You Are (Wicked Wednesday #341)


Considering music often inspires my writing, this week's Wicked Wednesday "Song Title" prompt was right up my alley. There was a wealth of possibilities, but I finally settled on "Just the Way You Are" by Billy Joel. There's a video of him performing the song below.


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Warning: Contains really filthy dirty talk and name calling.






Just the Way You Are
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2018. All rights reserved.


Something was nudging my face. Something warm, and hard. That was what woke me up—or started to. I was nothing resembling a morning person, so waking up was a lengthy process. My eyes were still shut, but the insistent prodding of my forehead, cheek, and nose disturbed me enough to be aware of it.

Hoping for more sleep, I raised my hand to brush away whatever was bothering me, but something else grabbed my wrist and pinned it to the mattress beside my head. That definitely woke me up.

I opened my eyes and saw the cock I knew very well hovering above me, then lifted my gaze to its owner. He knelt beside my head, his eyelids hooded and his breathing heavy. He'd clearly been having some wicked fun while I slept, getting himself all worked up.

Murmuring my pleasant surprise, I nuzzled the underside of his cock, the warm weight of his balls on my cheek as the shaft grazed my forehead. His thatch of pubic hair tickled my nose as I breathed in his seductive musky scent.

Any hesitation he may have had about my reaction evaporated. The hand he'd used to restrain my wrist shifted to grip my hair, holding my head in place while his other hand guided his cock all over my face.

I wouldn't have thought I'd be so aroused by him just rubbing himself on me like that, but desire quickly sparked low in my abdomen. Everything about it appealed to my horny slut soul: my submissive position, his dominance, him using my body whenever and however he pleased.

Then there was the fact that I loved having his cock in me or on me any way I could get it. The feel of his hard, hot flesh moving across my skin, leaving a trail of pre-come in its wake, was exquisite. I pressed my thighs together to relieve the ache in my rapidly moistening sex.

When he reached my mouth, I opened for him and wrapped my pouty lips around the head of his cock. He hissed out a breath and gripped my hair tighter as I lightly sucked on him, teasing the underside with my tongue.

"Fuck, I'm going to come!"

I hummed around his cock, letting him know I eagerly anticipated a mouthful of his spunk.

But he yanked himself out of my mouth and harshly jerked his shaft in his fierce grip. Watching him beat off was something I never could resist, so I was transfixed by the erotic sight for several long moments—barely shutting my eyes before his thick seed rained down on my face.

Once his grunts and the warm splatters ceased, I used my fingers to wipe my eyelids so I could look at him again. Panting, he had one arm braced against the headboard as he gazed down at me.

I licked his salty essence from my fingers. "Mmmm, now that's the way to start the day."

The look on his face finally registered—like a small boy caught doing something naughty. It was really amusing on a grown man nearly ten years my senior.

I laughed. "What, do I have something on my face?"

Yes, even groggy, I was a smart-ass.

His dire expression slowly lightened and a brilliant smile spread across his face. "You're not mad?"

I rolled my eyes. "Of course not."

After all the time we'd spent together and all the kinks we'd explored, it amazed me that he still expected me to be so appalled by one of his urges that I'd reject him. I was a fairly open-minded girl, especially since I had my own deviant desires—most of which we shared. Even when I wasn't into something, I tried to indulge his fantasies in ways I could live with. Because turning him on was my favorite pastime. I thought I'd proved that time and time again.

I swiped some of his come from my forehead and painted it on my taut nipples. "You know I'm yours to use anytime in any wicked way you like."

His eyes gleamed with roguish intent. "What if I called you my filthy fucking come slut?"

"Would you mean it appreciatively?" I gasped as I pinched my nipples and jolts of pleasure shot straight to me clit.

"You know I would." He scooped a rope of come off my cheek.

"Then you know I love being your dirty little fuck whore."

He trailed his messy finger down the center of my body to my shaved pussy. "What if I said I wanted to sniff your nasty asshole and fuck it with my tongue?"

"My asshole is yours any time you want it."

Moaning, I arched against his fingers as they slid between my cunt lips and found my needy clit.

"But would it make you wet?"

"Fuck yeah!"

He pushed one long finger deep inside me and groaned. "God, you're fucking drenched."

"Always. Just for you."

Slipping another finger inside me, he curved them upwards to hit the spot he knew drove me insane. "What if I wanted to spank your ass while I fucked you so hard you felt it for days?"

"Yes, please!"

He leaned down, his warm breath fanning my ear as his thumb strummed my clit. "Come for me, little cunt."

The sensations and his dirty words were so overwhelming and all-consuming there was no way I could refuse. Intense pleasure tore through me as my orgasm peaked, wave after wave of pure bliss enrapturing me. I floated in the afterglow for some time, barely conscious of the bed shifting beside me.

Once I caught my breath, I looked over to see him sprawled out on his side facing me.

He reached over and brushed a lock of hair from my face. "You're amazing."

"When are you going to realize I love you just the way you are—in all your perverted glory?"

He smiled. "Maybe someday."

Until then, I'd just have to keep showing him.




Thursday, December 6, 2018

Adult Product Review: The Paloqueth Lube Shooter




As an erotica writer and unabashed sensualist, I was thrilled when Paloqueth asked me to review their sex toys. I'll be honest, though, I was a little thrown when the first product they asked me to review was their Lube Shooter. But hey, lubrication is a must for most sexual activity and anything that aids in bringing people pleasure is exciting in my book.


The instructions that come with Paloqueth's Lube Shooter state that it's the "ultimate way to apply lube with no mess deep inside where it should go." It's basically a syringe. You remove the end cap, insert it in a bottle of lube, then pull the plunger to suck up however much lube you want. If you're not going to use it immediately, you can put the end cap back on until you're ready to use the lube.


The Paloqueth Lube Shooter comes as a set of two. Each one is even embossed with the scientific symbols for male and female. It's a little difficult to see the symbols in the pictures. However, the Lube Shooters can certainly be used by lovers of any gender combination. Or, if you're like me and playing on your own, one can be used to apply vaginal lubrication and the other for anal lubrication. Of course, for proper hygiene, you should never insert anything vaginally that's just been used anally without thoroughly cleaning it first.


Right out of the package, I noticed the end caps weren't very secure and tended to fall off the end of the Lube Shooter. I thought this might be a problem for the "no mess" concept if you planned to use it later. For my product testing purposes, I used Paloqueth's water-based personal lubricant, which is excellent. It's not greasy at all or too runny, has a very natural feel to it, and is easy to clean up.


The Lube Shooter was very simple to fill. Once I wiped off the excess lubricant from the outside of the Shooter, I held it with the opening face down for about a minute and didn't notice any dripping even with the end cap off. When I placed the end cap on, the lube itself seemed to cause a seal that kept the cap on better than when there was no lube.


Although the end cap didn't come off as easily, I wouldn't recommend placing a filled Lube Shooter in a purse or bag and carrying it anywhere. In my opinion, it would be too risky. The end cap could come off and/or you could accidentally depress the plunger. However, setting the Lube Shooter aside on a night table or the bed until you need it shouldn't be a problem. I didn't notice any leakage or dripping in the few minutes mine waited for use.


Lubrication for vaginal sex isn't usually an issue for me—especially if I'm highly aroused—so I tried the Lube Shooter without any warm up. Even so, I was pretty slick already and the Lube Shooter went in without any difficultly. The plastic is very smooth and comfortable going in. I had no problem depressing the plunger one-handed to get the lube deep inside my vagina. The result did make for a quick and easy full penetration with my favorite dildo.

I should point out that what goes in is surely going to come out. So even though filling the Lube Shooter and applying the lube shouldn't cause a mess—depending on how much lube you use and how much of your own lubrication you produce—there will undoubtedly be a mess on the sheets. In my case, almost immediately, but that's not unusual.

Being the thorough pleasure-seeker that I am, I also tested the Lube Shooter for anal sex. Again, the Lube Shooter went in very easily without any discomfort. Just like the vaginal application, the lube went in nice and deep. I was well lubricated enough to make good use of the dildo again.

Overall, the Paloqueth Lube Shooter is an excellent product. It does exactly what it's designed to do quite effectively. Simply put, it makes it easy to have some hot, sexy fun. On a scale of 1 to 10, I'd give it a 9. I'm only taking a point off because of the uncertainty about whether the end cap will stay in place.

And speaking of naughty, sexy fun, if you don't mind a mess, you could also use the Lube Shooter like a water gun to shoot lube at your partner. Mischievous as I sometimes am, this wicked idea came to me immediately when I saw the name "Lube Shooter." I tested this aspect out too and the Lube Shooter doesn't have much range, but it can be done. And there's two of them, so lube fight, anyone?

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All the best,

Ria ;)
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Tuesday, December 4, 2018

Mistletoed (Masturbation Monday #222)


So, this is where my warped mind took the lovely Masturbation Monday picture from Molly Moore. Yes, I know I'm getting this in kind of late—and it's a little long. I'll happily take the spanking.

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Mistletoed
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2018. All rights reserved.


"I hate this time of year!" To emphasize the point, I slammed my purse down on my desk—but set the coffee carrier down gently.

"I didn't take you for a grinch."

Just my luck, my ridiculously hot boss picked that moment to appear. I looked up to see his blue eyes glittering with humor.

"It's not the holidays so much as the fucking mistletoe."

One of the many things I loved about my boss was that he didn't mind my occasionally salty language. It wasn't like he didn't throw around the f-bomb too sometimes.

His lips curved into the sexy lopsided smile I was all too familiar with. "What about it?"

"It's everywhere!"

"And that's a problem because..."

I sighed. "It gives people license to behave like idiots."

"For example…"

"The jackass down at the coffeeshop who mauled me as I came through the door and grabbed my ass."

His eyebrows slanted down as his expression turned fierce. "We'll go down there, you'll point him out, then I'll kick his ass."

I'm not going to lie, the whole macho instinct to defend my honor totally worked for me—even if it wasn't necessary.

"Although I appreciate the thought, I already took care of it." At his raised eyebrow, I explained, "I may have accidentally jammed my heel into his foot."

He looked down at my spiked heels. "Ouch."

"Yeah, I think he got the point."

"Serves him right for making all men look like scum."

"Oh, it's not just men. Debbie from accounting is walking around with a headband that dangles mistletoe over her head."

He scrunched up his nose. "To get guys to kiss her?"

"Not exactly."

Speaking of the devil, Debbie rounded the corner, spotted my hunky boss, and zeroed in on him like a laser-guided missile. Before he knew what was happening, she grabbed him by the lapels, scaled him like a lemur, and devoured his mouth like she hadn't eaten in years. The whole time, he stood there with his arms raised, clearly shell-shocked.

When Debbie finally released him, she sighed dreamily, then sauntered off with a jaunty, "Merry Christmas!"

It took him a few seconds to recover. "What. The. Hell. Was that!"

"You've been mistletoed."

His expression was priceless as he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket. "Mistletoed?"

"That's what she calls it."

He scrubbed his mouth to remove the Candy Kiss red lipstick Debbie left behind. "God, it was like being assaulted by a sucker fish."

I chuckled. "Want me to go kick her ass for you?"

He flashed me a wicked grin. "As much as I'd love to see that, it's probably not a good idea."

I rolled my eyes. What was it with guys and girl fights? Two girls making out, sure. But bitch-slapping and hair-pulling each other? I didn't get it.

"You know what really annoys me about the whole mistletoe thing?"

"What?"

"It's a such a lame way to get someone's attention."

Shoving his handkerchief back in his pocket, he looked at me thoughtfully. "If you were interested in someone, how would you get their attention? Mine, for example?"

My heartrate sped up double-time and desire unfurled deep in my abdomen. Although we'd exchanged some heated looks and naughty innuendos, I never thought he'd actually go there with me. But since he was, I intended to take full advantage of the opportunity.

Pulling my shoulders back so my chest was even more prominent, I leaned on my desk so my short skirt slid up my thighs and sunk my teeth into my pouty lower lip. "You mean I don't have your attention already?"

He opened his mouth, closed it, then cleared his throat. "Well, I…ah…"

"I promise I won't report you to HR for sexual harassment. I'll even put it in triplicate, if you like."

His eyes blazed blue fire. "Those fucking sweaters are killing me."

Trailing a finger down between my tits, I batted my eyelashes. "Is that so?"

"Your cleavage is fucking endless."

"It's all about having the right support." I cupped them with my hands for effect.

"You can't imagine how hard I get picturing what they look like under those sweaters."

Hmmm, I would've given anything to see his hard cock. Just the thought of it made my sex slick with longing.

"I'll make you a deal."

His hooded eyes looked up from my tits. "What kind of deal?"

"We can have our own private Secret Santa exchange."

"Go on."

"I'll show you mine, if you show me yours."

He groaned. "My office. Now."

Grinning, I straightened and sashayed into his office, swinging my hips with everything I had.

By the time he followed me and locked his office door behind us, I was perched on his desk, my skirt up around my hips. I pushed his chair out with my foot so it was a few feet away from his desk.

"Have a seat, Bossman."

With a determined stride, he stalked closer, stripping off his jacket, tie, and shirt as he went.

I licked my lips as I took in the glorious sight of him. Hiding that chiseled body under those expensive suits was a crime. A needy ache developed between my legs and my panties became wetter by the second.

He sat back in his chair, legs carelessly thrown apart, his hand resting on his thigh teasingly. A naughty smile spread across his handsome face. "Your turn."

Always up for a challenge like that, I slowly pealed off my sweater and tossed it aside, revealing my lacy black bra.

"Fuck." The rise and fall of his chest was notably faster. "Bra too."

Reaching back, I unhooked it, then let it flutter down onto the floor.

"Christ, I love your big beautiful tits." He stroked his obvious erection through his slacks.

My own breathing quickening, I fondled my breasts and squeezed them together. "Your turn."

He deftly unfastened his slacks, yanked down the zipper, then lifted his hips enough to shove his pants and boxer briefs down his legs.

When he sat back again, I saw his magnificent cock, impossibly hard and already drooling pre-come. Moaning, I pressed my thighs together, trying to give my needy cunt some relief. Then he did something that always drove me wild. He took his dick in his firm grip and stroked it just once from base to tip.

"Watching you stroke your cock makes my cunt gush."

His fiery gaze locked on to my panty-covered crotch. "Let me see."

I reached one hand down and pulled aside my panties so he could clearly see my glistening pussy lips. I couldn't resist sliding my fingers between my slick folds and lightly circling my protruding clit.

"Fuck yeah." His scorching gaze met mine. "Play with your horny cunt while I jack off."

Fair was fair, after all, and I was too aroused to pretend that wasn't exactly what I wanted him to say. I slid my fingers lower to coat them with my abundant cunt cream, then purposefully began rubbing my clit.

As my pleasure built, I barely managed to keep my eyes open, refusing to miss the sight of him working his cock in long, sure strokes. The sound of our heavy breathing and the musky smell of sex filled the room. As I tormented my taut nipple with one hand and showed my clit no mercy with the other, the sensations rippled through my body, surging higher and higher until I came crashing over the edge.

His deep growl broke through my orgasmic haze, making me look at him again. "I want to come all over your tits."

"How about I fuck you with my tits."

"God yes."

I used my messy fingers to slather my juices between my tits, then got down on my knees between his legs. He watched my every move with ardent interest, only releasing his cock long enough for me to engulf it in my generous cleavage.

The feel of his hard, hot, throbbing flesh between mine was indescribably good. My greedy cunt was begging for attention again, but this was all about him. And seeing and hearing his pleasure as I fucked his cock with my tits as beyond thrilling.

His eyes were almost slits as he watched his dick emerge from my cleavage again and again. He clearly didn't want to miss the erotic sight just as much I as didn't earlier. I looked down as the head of his cock invitingly appeared between my tits. Instinctively, I leaned down and sucked it into my mouth.

Panting, he tightly gripped the chair. "I'm going to fucking come!"

I lifted my head in time for the first burst of come to forcefully hit the underside of my chin. Then shot after shot of his thick, milky seed painted my neck and chest.

Cooing with pleasure, I rubbed his come all over my tits.

He moaned. "Man, that was…mind-blowingly hot."

"See, who needs fucking mistletoe?"




Friday, November 30, 2018

Te Amo (Friday Flash #33)

Yes, I know this week's Friday Flash "Amour" prompt is French. I'm not sure why that made me think dance, or tango, or developed into this. But it did, so I'm going with it. It's a small miracle I even managed to post twice in one week. "Te amo" is "I love you" in Spanish, by the way.

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Te Amo
By Ria Restepo
Copyright ©2018. All rights reserved.


We'd been doing the dance all night, a weird sort of tango with a room full of people separating us. His fiery gaze devoured my every movement as he barely spoke to this person or that person. They didn't seem to mind his lack of interest; they were just happy he paid them any attention at all.

Such was the effect of his devastating charisma. I was a victim of it too, of course. At least I tried to appear engaged with my conversation partner—smiling, nodding, ah-huh-ing when appropriate.

Every time I made eye contact with my temporary companion, I'd lose track of him. But I still felt the heat of him watching me, like fire licking my skin. When I looked up, he'd be closer. That was my cue to move on. I'd politely excuse myself and mingle in the opposite direction.

His eyes narrowed each time I put distance between us. He knew my game. Hunt and evade. Stalk and elude. There was a subtle rhythm to it—two steps closer, one step apart. He gradually got nearer, the predator tracking his prey.

The chase always thrilled me, made my heart beat faster, my sex slick and needy. He'd catch me eventually—because I'd let him. We both knew I'd willingly surrender; I craved his possession too much.

I'd intended to prolong it, even though my lacy panties were so saturated my wetness oozed down my thighs. However, a nice but chatty old lady was determined to bend my ear. I was stuck.

The back of my neck tingled right before his arm wrapped around my waist and I heard his deep voice for the first time since we arrived. "Would you excuse us?"

She blushed scarlet. "Certainly!"

He swiftly guided me out onto the terrace and into a dark, secluded corner. I welcomed the forceful way he shoved my back to the wall, his body dominating me, his blatant erection trapped between us.

"You were very naughty," he rasped in my ear. "Taunting me. Making me watch all those men drool over your tits."

"You picked the dress." A low-cut slinky black thing that clung to all my curves.

He growled before claiming my mouth in a fierce kiss. Desperate for him, I hitched my leg up around his hip, grinding my greedy cunt against his hardness. Just as eager, he ripped my panties away, freed his cock, then he was inside me, taking me hard and fast. Our passion was so impetuous and all-consuming we both came quickly.

Locked together, we held each other as our breathing calmed.

"Te amo."

It was the first time he'd said he loved me in any language.

My response was effortless and unwavering. "Te amo, tambiƩn."

I felt his lips curve into a smile against my neck.

"When we get home, I'm tying you to the bed so you're at my mercy for the rest of the night."

I moaned. "Just one of the many reasons I love you."




Monday, November 26, 2018

I Touch Myself (Masturbation Monday #221 & Wicked Wednesday #339)

Sometimes music and my writing go hand in hand. In fact, my story for Chemical [se]X Volume 2 was inspired by an Aerosmith song. While I was mulling over this week's Wicked Wednesday "Playful" prompt and the Masturbation Monday prompt, I came up with this idea. Very quickly, I knew the perfect song for it, the Divinyls "I Touch Myself," which is also the title. You can see the video for the song here:



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Warning: Brief reference to Daddy Dom/little girl role-playing towards the end.




I Touch Myself
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2018. All rights reserved.


Normally, I'm pretty even-tempered with occasional bouts of playfulness that are downright mischievous. What inspired my wickedness that day I can't really say. I should have been editing my most recent story, but it's often tedious work. My mind wandered off to where it usually goes if given half a chance—dirty daydreams of him.

I was reliving our latest filthy adventure, getting more turned on my the second. Of course, he was at work and unavailable to satisfy my lustful urges. Being horny without the object of my desires around was usually a recipe for trouble. When left to my own devices, I can express my creativity in devious ways.

It occurred to me that I shouldn't be the only one aroused and a very naughty plan formed in my hormone fueled brain. I knew there'd be retribution later, but that only encouraged me.

Grinning like a fiend, I skipped off to our bedroom and stripped out of my clothes. In the closet, I found his discarded work shirt from the day before. His intoxicating scent still clung to it and I took a moment to breathe him in. Then I put it on, only buttoning it enough to cover the essentials.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I decided I needed something else. I immediately knew the perfect thing. I grabbed a pair of blue thigh-high stockings that matched his shirt and leisurely slid them on.

Wardrobe change complete, I went to the stereo, selected the perfect song, and grabbed the remote. I could feel my juices already flooding my cunt as I set up my laptop on the nearby kitchen table. Finally, I pulled one of the kitchen chairs a few feet away from the table and turned it around so the low-profile ladder back faced the computer.

Standing out of the laptop camera's line of sight, I started it recording, then hit play on the remote. My heart pounded with excitement as the music started. I tossed the remote aside and sashayed into the frame, mouthing the lyrics to the song.

I love myself, I want you to love me…

Hips swaying, I danced around the chair until I was standing in front of it. I pulled the clip from my hair, freeing it, so brown waves cascaded down around my shoulders. Then I slowly unbuttoned the shirt, but only let it fall open enough to display a narrow strip of pale skin between my tits all the way to my shaved pussy.

Holding the shirt over my breasts, I spun around the chair and sat down facing away from the laptop. Over my shoulder, I looked back at the camera just in time for the next line, trailing my hand down my neck.

When I think about you, I touch myself…

I twirled around to face the camera, straddling the chair. His shirt was completely open now, revealing my tits and my very slick sex. The back of the chair was low enough that I could lean forward so my breasts hung over the edge. I took both of them in my hands and fondled my ample flesh. Letting my head fall back, I moaned in pleasure.

Looking the camera, I took my nipples between my fingers and squeezed them hard, gasping as jolts of sensation ripped through me. My aching clit demanded attention and I couldn't resist any longer. While one hand continued tormenting my nipple, I slid the other hand down my body to my drenched slit.

I close my eyes and see you before me…

My eyes were open, but I did imagine him sitting where the computer was, his eyes incandescent. I only rubbed my clit briefly, then went lower, coating my fingers in cunt cream. Ever so slowly, I brought them up to my mouth and licked them, savoring my tangy flavor.

When they were clean, I got them messy again so I could paint my slickness all over my impossibly hard nipple. I knew how much he loved that. I could easily picture his nostrils flaring with lust as I repeated the enticing show on the other nipple.

A fool could see just how much I adore you…

That was so fucking true. Only for him would I make such a display—push aside all my inhibitions and dare to be bold. I trusted him more than I had anyone else.

I'd had enough teasing and delved my fingers between my wet cunt lips. Circling my clit again and again, I panted, my breathing getting heavier as my pleasure built. In my head, I saw him stroking his cock as he watched me. I loved watching him pleasure himself, seeing his hard shaft in his firm grip as he worked it from base to tip. 

I don't want anybody else…

Crying out, I came so fucking hard, my orgasm tearing through me so violently I barely remained in the chair.

When I came back to earth, I got up, sauntered over to the laptop, and stopped the recording.

Before I could reconsider, I sent him the video with the heading, "Watch me."

For five long minutes, I worried my lower lip as I waited for his response. Finally, it came:

You made me fucking hard.

I couldn't stop the wide grin from spreading across my face.

Right before a meeting!

Uh-oh!

Later I'll show you what happens to naughty girls that tease Daddy at work.

I was useless for the rest of the day, imagining how he'd make good on his delicious threat. With him, the possibilities were endless. I knew I'd be begging before the night was over and I couldn't wait.