Friday, June 28, 2019

In the Future (Friday Flash #57 & Masturbation Monday #252)

This was mainly inspired by the Friday Flash "fortune teller" prompt with some Masturbation Monday thrown in.

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Ria ;)
Twitter: @RiaRestrepo

Warning: Contains dirty talk with name calling.

In the Future…
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.

In the future, I see you here.

A picture followed the text. It showed the carpeted floor, his bare and spread legs framing the negative space. My rapt attention was captured by his hard cock, which proudly took centerstage.

This was the way we began—with dirty messages about forbidden desires. Like everything about my life, ours was a long and complicated story—a winding road through dark divides to golden peaks. Despite the occasional pothole, it was a glorious journey.

Luckily, I only had to walk down the hallway to make his vision a reality now.

I found him in his office, sprawled out in his desk chair, facing the door. His cock was in his hand as he leisurely stroked it. On the computer screen behind him, I could see a porn clip of the naughty schoolgirl variety playing silently.

"Did you see me clothed or naked?"

The corner of his mouth curved up. "Naked, of course."

I grinned back. "Silly me."

Taking my time, I stripped off my clothes, my white lace bra the last item to hit the floor.

I sauntered over to him, then knelt between his legs.

When I leaned forward to take him in my mouth, he pulled his cock away and shook his head. "Stay there and spread your knees wide apart."

I obeyed, showing him that my shaved pussy was already wet—like we both knew it would be.

"Such a filthy little slut."

"Your filthy little slut."

"Show me."

Knowing what he meant, I slid my fingers between my slick cunt lips and teased my clit. The sweet sensations washed over me, making it hard to keep my eyes open and meet his burning gaze.

"Spread your cunt cream on your nipples."

After I got my fingers coated, I painted one taut nipple, then the other.

"Pinch them."

I groaned as the pleasure-pain made my needy cunt ache even more.



He gripped his cock tighter, milking his shaft from base to tip, a stream of glistening pre-come running over the head.

I licked my lips, craving the taste of him.

"Which do you want more? My cock or my come?"

It was an impossible question. "Your cock, then your come."

"Nice try." Smirking, his stood. "Guess I'll have to decide."

With a few fierce jerks, he shot his thick, abundant load all over my chest.

Moaning, I smeared his come into my skin, rubbing it on my body with hedonistic delight.

Panting, he said, "Now come for me, dirty girl."

My sticky fingers quickly went to work, fucking my cunt hard and fast. Every time I slid them deep inside me, my thumb circled my clit, increasing my pleasure exponentially. An intense orgasm ripped through me as he looked down at me with satisfaction.

When I could talk, I asked, "Any other prognostications?"

"In the future, I see you wearing my come for the rest of the day."

The future looked bright indeed…and it was only the beginning.

Wednesday, June 26, 2019

Fire and Ice (Wicked Wednesday #369)

This story was inspired by the Wicked Wednesday "survive" prompt and true events. On the first day of summer, with the heat soaring into the 90's (the feels-like temps in the 100's), the air conditioning in my house died. Unfortunately, everything else in this story is a complete work of fiction. It's just a product of my vividly dirty imagination.

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Ria ;)
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Warning: Contains bondage and mild domination and submission.

Fire and Ice
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.

"If this is how you're going to great me from now on, I like it."

I looked up to see him standing in the bedroom doorway. The sexy glimmer in his eyes would normally turn my ever-smoldering desire into a raging inferno, but I was already in a meltdown—and not in a good way.

"The air conditioning died and the repair guy can't come until tomorrow. I may not survive the night."

Of course, it was the hottest damn day of the year. Even so, I'd opened all the windows, hoping for an occasional breeze. But the air was completely still and thick with an oppressive blanket of humidity. I'd finally placed all the fans we had around the bed, stripped it down to just the fitted sheet, got naked, and lay down spread-eagle in the center. I wasn't exactly comfortable, but I was alive.

I noticed his gaze roving over my body, a speculative leer on his face that I knew all too well.

"Don't even think about it."

His eyebrows rose. "You're refusing?"

It was definitely a first, but my libido was passed out from heatstroke. "It's just…too…fucking…hot."

Suddenly, his face lit up. "I've got an idea." Then he disappeared.

I'd usually excitedly anticipate whatever was cooking in his filthy mind, but my rampant curiosity was comatose. Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back on the bed and took what little relief the fans offered.

A few minutes later, I heard him come back, shuffle around in the closet, then place something heavy on the night table. I could sense him standing over me and reluctantly opened my eyes.

Wearing a wicked grin, he held up two silk scarves I rarely used. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do," I said automatically.

"Wanna play?"

I looked from him, to the scarves, to what he'd put on the night table—a big bowl of ice cubes.

Much to my delight, my dormant libido showed some signs of life. Now, this looked promising.

I smiled for the first time all day. "Yes, please."

"Good girl."

Just those two words made the heat-induced lethargy slip away and my body sweat for a much different reason.

He used one of the scarves to tie my closest wrist to the bedpost. I watched as he stalked around to the opposite side of the best, then fastened my other wrist. It wasn't the first time he had me bound and completely at his mercy, but I found it as thrilling as ever. He'd used various things, but I imagined he thought the scarves would be the most comfortable implement given the circumstances. As usual, he was right.

When he came back around the bed, he picked up an ice cube. "Let's start cooling you down while I get undressed."

Leaning over me, he placed the ice cube on my navel. I sucked in a breath when the sudden cold made contact with my overheated flesh. It was a jolt to my system, shivers rippling throughout my body. My back arched and I involuntarily pulled at my restraints.

I realized then that he didn't just bind me to be kinky, but to help me withstand the shocking chill. As jarring as it was, it felt so fucking good. My inner muscles tightened in response and my cunt flooded with juices.

While I gradually became accustomed to the cold, I followed his every move as he peeled off his clothes. Seeing him naked increased my body temperature even more, especially when I saw his cock was already gloriously hard. I licked lips, wanting to lap up the pre-come from the glistening head.

"Want something to suck on?"

I nodded my head eagerly.

He knelt beside me on the bed—close but not close enough—then reached for another ice cube. With a smug look, he traced my lips, leaving behind a trail of cool wetness. I opened my mouth and he briefly teased my tongue with it before popping it into his own mouth. He bent down and kissed me, sharing the icy treat until it was gone.

By this time, the ice on my navel had also melted and rolled off either side of my waist, soaking into the sheet. I really didn't mind the wet sheet. Despite how hot and bothered he was making me sexually, his wicked game was working to give me some relief from the heat.

The next ice cube he traced down my chin and around to the back of my neck. That caused me to gasp again at the sudden cold, but he held it there in the palm of his hand as my body adjusted, his scintillating gaze never leaving mine.

"Feel good?"

"Yes, so good. Thank you."

The corner of his mouth lifted. "My pleasure."

Once that one was gone, he straddled me so his hard length rested on my belly, his scorching flesh a sharp juxtaposition to the ice that had been there previously. He got another cube and glided it down my chest to my nipple. It had pebbled from my arousal, but the biting cold made it painfully taut.

Gasping at the sensation, I pressed my thighs together, trying to ease the growing needy ache between my legs. I moaned when his hot mouth replaced the ice cube, sucking and lightly teasing my nipple with his teeth. Then the ice was back, followed by his mouth again.

Even with my hands bound and him on top of me, I couldn't help writhing beneath him as he treated my other nipple to the same sweet torment.

Hot and cold. Fire and ice. Pleasure and pain.

It all mixed and melded in my overwhelmed psyche until I couldn't take it anymore. "Please…"

"Please what, baby?"

"Please fuck me."

"Are you sure?" His eyes gleamed evilly. "You're not too hot?"

"Yes, but I still need you to fuck me."

"Mmm, let's see if you're really ready." He slid down, pushing my legs apart to make room for himself.

I gasped yet again when his ice-cooled fingers traced my cunt lips. He circled my throbbing clit all too briefly, then slipped his fingers inside me. The cold presence filling my overheated sex was just too much and cried out in exquisite agony.

"Oh yeah, you are so fucking ready."

Before I knew it, his fingers were gone and he was hovering over me, pushing his cock deep inside me—searing heat chasing away the unbearable cold. The sensations ripped through me, my pleasure building hard and fast as he moved inside me.

I was barely aware of him reaching for another ice cube. Then his hand was between us and I felt the harsh cold on my clit.

"Fuck!" My orgasm was devastating, my cunt muscles clamping down on him as I shattered from the inside out.

Cursing, he followed me over the edge into oblivion, his jerking cock and warm come prolonging and intensifying my ecstasy.

Completely spent, I just lay there, trying to get enough oxygen into my lungs.

After some minutes, he shifted off of me and untied my wrists.

When I opened my eyes, he smiled down at me, gave me a brief kiss, then hopped off the bed.

"Where are you going?"

"To get more ice." He grinned at me over his shoulder. "It's going to be a long night and I have lots of other ideas about how to keep you cool."

And that was just one of the many reasons I loved that man.

Monday, June 24, 2019

Crazy Love (Masturbation Monday #251 and Friday Flash #57)

I really don't have much to say about this one. Maybe I should plead insanity like my protagonist. I blame F. Leonora Solomon's Friday Flash prompt. Actually, I kind of picture her as the judge in this story. (wicked grin)

Although this stands on its own, it could be the same characters from "His Turn" and "The Stranger"—just at a different point in their storyline.

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Ria ;)
Twitter: @RiaRestrepo

Crazy Love
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.

"How do you plead?"

"Not guilty, your honor. By reason of insanity."

The judge raised her eyebrow. "It says you impersonated a police officer—"

"It was a strip-o-gram costume."

"Hmmm, then you handcuffed and blindfolded a detective—"

"I'm not pressing charges, your honor."

She zeroed in on the silver-haired man standing just inside the gallery. "And you are?"

"Technically, the victim." He cleared his throat. "I was off duty, so no harm, no foul."

The prosecutor burst from her seat. "She stripped naked in front of a squad room, then performed…ah…sex acts—with this." She held up an evidence bag containing a giant purple dildo.

"It's all my fault, your honor."

The judge stared at him dreamily. "This I've got to hear."

"She was acting out, because I gave her mixed signals."

The judge frowned. "That's really very frustrating, you know."

"Yes, your honor, but there were extenuating circumstances."

"Such as?"

He looked around at the packed courtroom. "I'd rather not say in open court, your honor."

She crooked her finger at him. "Approach the bench. You can whisper it in my ear."

The judge leaned forward so he could speak in hushed tones. "Mmm-hmmm…uh-huh…oh my!"

Clucking her tongue, she waved him back, then banged her gavel. "Case dismissed."

The prosecutor turned beet red. "But your honor!"

"I said dismissed, counselor!" The judge gave her a sharp look, then left the bench.

With a huff, the prosecutor stormed out of the courtroom.

"That was lucky." The young public defender gathered up his files and said, "See ya!" He was gone in a flash.

The show being essentially over, everyone else filed out, leaving me with the man who drove me nuts on so many levels.

When I got up and turned around, he stood with his arms folded across his chest and a smug look plastered on his face. "Are you going to say thank you?"

I snorted. "No."

As I tried to walk past him, he grabbed my arm, sat on a wooden bench, and quickly had me over his knee.

"What the fuck?"

He slapped my ass cheek hard. "That's for being a brat."

"Ow! That hurt!"

"Good. That's only the beginning." The other cheek got the same treatment.

I knew he'd stop if I used my safe word, but I had it coming. He spanked me harder than previous teasing, sexy punishments, but my traitorous body responded as usual, getting wet and achy as he rattled off my offences.

"Tell me why you did something so crazy?"

"Because I love you."

He froze, then someone cleared their throat.

We both looked up to see the judge smirking from the bench. "Maybe you two should work this out in private."

"Yes, your honor," we said in unison.

As he dragged me out of the courtroom, I asked, "Where are we going?"

"My place, so I can show you how crazy in love I am with you too."

That turned out to be the best day ever.

Sunday, June 23, 2019

Adult Product Review: Bestvibe Rabbit Vibrator

When Bestvibe offered me a rabbit vibrator to review, I thought from the product description that it was a standard vibrator with a rabbit feature. I was pleasantly surprised to discover that it's actually a rotating rabbit, meaning that the shaft gyrates for some pretty amazing G-spot stimulation.

I'll get the basics out of the way first. The Bestvibe rabbit vibrator came in rather simple packaging with a charging cable and an instruction booklet. The vibrator is rechargeable via a USB port on your computer. It only took a few hours for mine to fully charge.

The instruction booklet is a little hard to follow, because it appears to be translated from Chinese, I think. However, it's not difficult to figure out how to operate it—especially if you've used a rabbit vibrator before. (As a side note, the instructions are actually kind of amusing for a native English speaker.)

I made a brief demo video (PG-13), showing the vibrator's features, which you can view below. As you can see in the video, the shaft immediately starts rotating as soon as you turn it on. Also, the rabbit does not operate independently from the shaft. This isn't a deal-breaker, but it does limit options—like using the rabbit to warm up before you engage the rotating shaft.

The fact that the shaft immediately starts rotating means you should probably insert it before you turn it on. Turning it on first seemed like a bad idea, so I didn't try it. However, if you don't find inserting a rotating shaft an issue, more power to you.

Speaking of power, the Bestvibe rabbit has a unique feature that sets it apart from the other rabbit vibrator I tried. While the vibrator is on, if you press the top button, the rotating shaft speeds up dramatically. This is great for a burst of intense, super-charged stimulation. I'm calling it the turbo button and I can attest that it's highly enjoyable.

The other drawback about the Bestvibe rabbit is that the controls are a little hard to use. They light up when it's turned on, but the controls are hard to see in general. Visibility isn't the problem, because that's not helpful when you're using it solo and going by touch alone. There are only three buttons and they're only lightly embossed. It was difficult to tell which button is which just by feel. I managed to figure it out, but it could be made much easier.

If you’ve read my other adult product reviews, you know that I prefer to watch porn movies while trying out a sex toy. This time around, I warmed up for a few minutes while watching some dirty movies of the naughty schoolgirl variety. (If you're really curious about which ones in particular I watched, click here, here, here, & here.)

Even though I was wet, I did lube up both the shaft of the vibrator and rabbit. More lube is never really a bad thing. The silicon skin of the vibrator is very smooth and has a nice feel going in. The shape is very enjoyable. I confess, I found the bulbous head a little large, but that's probably just me. It didn't take long to adjust to it and get lost in the sensations once I turned on the rotating shaft.

Of course, I was doing this by touch alone, so it took me a couple seconds to figure out where to press to get it going. Once I did, the pleasure built quickly and I came extremely hard in no time at all. At that point, the vibrator was almost too much stimulation, so removed it immediately.

Normally, I would have called it a night at that point, but I was still humming with pleasure and kind of edgy. Greedy girl that I can be, I wanted another big orgasm. So, I played with the vibrator for a while longer, trying out the various vibrating options on the rabbit.

I experiment with combinations and speeds between the rotating shaft and the rabbit—and yes, used the turbo button several times. I had several mini-orgasms—not that I'm complaining—before I finally worked up to another massive orgasm. Trust me, it was worth the wait.

The whole session was probably about an hour and the Bestvibe rabbit held its charge the whole time. All in all, a very satisfying time was had by yours truly.

Overall, the Bestvibe Rabbit Vibrator is powerful and highly pleasurable, so I'm giving it an 8 out of 10—only taking off a couple of points for ease of use.

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All the best,

Ria ;)
Twitter: @RiaRestrepo

Thursday, June 20, 2019

The Stranger (Wicked Wednesday #368)

My muse has been a flighty, uncooperative wench recently and really needs a good spanking. It took much longer than it should have to write this story, but I eventually got it done—despite my wayward muse.

I really couldn't resist the Wicked Wednesday prompt. My story "Dirty PillowTalk" was actually a bit of a tribute to my favorite Doris Day movie, Pillow Talk. For this story, I focused on the "A Guy is a Guy" song. This is an idea I've played with before—once in a private story I wrote for someone a long time ago and in "If You Dare." Although it stands on its own, it might also be a prequel to "His Turn."

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The Stranger
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.

I was staring, and I knew I should stop. Any moment, he was going to look up from his phone and catch me gawking at him like some moon-eyed teenager. That would be incredibly embarrassing, yet I couldn't make myself look away.

Since I first saw him, I tried coordinating my visits to the nearby coffeeshop for my morning caffeine fix at the same time, hoping I'd see him again. Much to my pleasure, I did. He'd always get his coffee and sit for a while, busily doing something on his phone. It seemed the merciful universe gave me this opportunity to obverse the most intriguing man I'd ever encountered.

If you asked me what it was about him that captured my attention so thoroughly, I couldn't point to any one thing. He was a guy like so many others—good-looking, to be sure, with strong, masculine features. Despite his thick mane of silver hair, he looked to be in his prime, the lines on his face only making him more attractive. Then there were his eyes, which were bluer than a cloudless sky.

Maybe it was the sound of his voice as he ordered his coffee every morning that hooked me. The warm richness of it was an aural aphrodisiac, sending shivers of delight rippling throughout my body, making every sense come alive. It was a good thing I was sitting down the first time I heard him, because I swore I had a mini-orgasm.

The polite way he smiled at the barista who shamelessly flirted with him was also strangely enchanting. I took an unreasonable amount of satisfaction that he didn't seem interested in what she was clearly offering. Although I empathized with the cute blonde, I found her irrationally irritating.

I should have been spending every waking moment getting my specialty bookstore ready for the grand opening, but instead, I was lingering there over my coffee, gawking at my handsome stranger.

Just when I was about to exercise some self-discipline, he looked up from his phone and his gaze met mine for the first time.

My heart stopped for a couple beats, then picked back up double time.

His mouth slowly curved into a mischievous smile. That was not the same bland look he gave the perky barista and it thrilled me to no end.

For a long moment, we stared at other, the air between us growing charged as the attraction built. A wildfire of need flared to life low in my abdomen, tightening the muscles there and even lower. I shifted in my seat, feeling the slick evidence of my desire sliding between my cunt lips.

His gaze dropped to my mouth and I realized I'd been absentmindedly sucking on the spoon I used to stir my coffee. I quickly set it on the table, then rolled my eyes at myself.

He flashed me a panty-dropping grin.

Before I could do anything about it, his phone buzzed, recapturing his attention.

Hmm, panty-dropping. Now there was an idea. But did I dare? Fuck yeah.

Not giving myself a chance to chicken out, I went to the restroom and slipped off my panties. With them discretely balled in my fist, I returned and approached him.

He was still looking down when I got to him. I draped my panties on his phone and headed for the door of the coffeeshop. Just as I pushed the door open, I looked back over my shoulder and saw him holding up the scrap of black lace.

Recognition dawned on his face and his gaze met mine again.

I gave him what I hoped was a very coy smile, then turned and walked out of the coffeeshop.

Halfway down the block, I glanced back and found him hot on my heels. His eyes were blazing blue fire and he had the steely expression of a predator stalking his prey.

My heart rate quickened, the pounding in my chest in syncopation with my quick steps. Pure excitement raced through me despite the risk I was taking—maybe even because of it.

At the end of the block, I turned down the alleyway and headed for the back entrance of my bookstore. I looked over my shoulder to see him follow me around the corner. I flashed him another flirty smile before I let myself in. Leaving the door open, I leaned against the wall just inside and waited.

He came in, found me, then closed the door behind him. "What is this place?"

"It's my bookstore."

He looked around and raised an eyebrow at a display I was putting together featuring books on the Kama Sutra. "What kind of books?"

"Everything you could possibly want on sexuality."

"Fascinating." He braced an arm on the wall beside my head and leaned closer. "That was a bold play back at the coffeeshop."

"I know. I just couldn't resist."

His warm breath teased my ear. "I could have been a very bad guy."

"The first thing I did was install an alarm system. There's a panic button right behind me—if I think I need it."

Shifting back, he pulled a gold badge from his pants pockets. "Luckily, I'm a cop."

"Some would say that makes you more dangerous."

"What do you say?"

"Do you have handcuffs?"

"Not on me."


He chuckled. "You are a naughty girl."

"Not usually, but for you, I definitely could be."

"Mmmm, I like the sound of that." He put the badge away and retrieved my panties from the same pocket. "Did you want these back?"

"No, they're yours."

"They're rather damp." He brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply.

"That's why I thought you should have them."

He shoved them back in his pocket. "I made you wet."

"Oh yeah."

Leaning close again, he lightly trailed his fingers up my inner thigh. "Do you taste as good as you smell?"

"Only one way to find out."

I gasped when his fingers found my slick folds, then shuddered as he delved between them and grazed my clit. It was a good thing I had the wall for support, because I didn't think my weak knees would hold me up for much longer. Craving more, I shifted my legs further apart to give him better access.

"I love how fucking soaked you are," he rasped in my ear.

"All for you."

He groaned, then brought his wet fingers up to my mouth. With a feather-light touch, he carefully painted my lips with my own juices.

Once they were entirely coated, I parted them and snaked my tongue out to lap up some of my cream from his fingers. Enjoying the tangy flavor, I sucked him into my mouth, slow and deep.

"Such a dirty girl." He withdrew his fingers and claimed my mouth in a fierce kiss.

I kissed him back just as hungrily, loving the combined taste of him and me. Needing to feel him, I reached down and stroked his blatant erection through his slacks.

He pulled back. "Take it out. See how hard you made me."

Only too eager to comply, I unzipped his slacks and freed his hard length. He filled my hand perfectly, the head of his cock already glistening with pre-come. I gripped him firmly and slid my hand up his shaft, using my thumb along the underside to give him more pleasure.

A low rumbling sound reverberated deep in his chest as I moved my hand up and down his cock in a steady rhythm. He returned his fingers to my drenched slit and circled my clit in time with my strokes.

Staring into each other's lust-filled eyes, we got each other off, our steamy breaths mingling as our arousal built.

He slid two fingers into my tight sheath while his thumb worked my clit hard and fast. My inner muscles fluttered around him as my orgasm threatened to overtake me.

"Come for me, dirty girl."

Unable to resist him, I let go and surrendered to the intense pleasure he gave me. Even as my body quaked from the aftershocks, I managed to keep jacking him off, increasing my pace.

"I'm going to fucking come all over that pretty skirt."

"Please, do," I said between heavy breaths. "I should have a souvenir too."


With several harsh grunts, he shot his thick pearly load all over the front of my black skirt.

We stayed like that for several long moments as our breathing calmed, then his phone buzzed.

He cursed, but retrieved it. After a quick glance, he looked up a me. "I hate to do this, but I have to go."

"No worries."

"We're not finished here." He gave me a brief kiss, then he was gone.

I probably should have been annoyed about him running out on me, but I felt sure I'd see him again.

What I didn't know until much later was that my bold move in the coffeeshop would send me down a path that would change my life. Because he wasn't a stranger at all. That inexplicable, almost instantaneous chemistry was my soul recognizing the one person who sang a song only I could hear. And what a song it was.