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Surfer girls – chapter 1

01 Wednesday Jan 2020

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Happy New Year followers…

 

Check out my latest story Surfer Girls….
let me know if you are keen for chapter 2

 
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Her hair fell into her breasts
As if to stop and not want to proceed any further
A tinge of auburn ran through her ends
Glistening now as she smiled
With salt and sand from todays surf
etching her skin and scuplting her collar bones
The sunlight  shone through her rainbow coloured shirt
Revealing a sense of sensuality I chose to ignore
My inner thoughts flickering from her inner thighs
To her gorgeous smile
Beautifully straight teeth
And smooth pink lips

“Is the surf always so big up here”, Paula questioned
“When its a north easter that break brings on some heat “, I explained.
“It is known for 5 to 6 foot waves throughout late summer, and as such is
one of the favourite hangs for the locals we were out there with today”.

 

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My mind drifted to seeing Paula’s head spring up to face me
as she kneeled through another wave earlier today
Her fresh face invigorated by the swell and the excitement of the big set approaching.
I remember turning back toward shore and seeing her gracefully pick up a wave
Angling and manouvering her board across its face
Her powerful legs pushing hard into her board
As she thrust up and down before flicking off behind me
I myself had paddled further out
Not sure of what lay in front of me
But exhilerated by the fact she was with me

Paula and I knew each other from University
We had often discussed our passion for surfing during tutorials
And with this weekend being our first surfing trip together
I was keen to discover what lay beneath her brown sunfilled skin
To explore her complexities
Her distant background
And her needs wants and expectations

 

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“Were we to be friends after this weekend?”  I mused
“Or were we just to continue bumping into eachother at Uni?”

I smashed now into the avacado, before placing it upon the Cruskits
Lining the surface with cheese and some cucumber
‘Don’t get ahead of yourself Sasha,” I heard my mind whispering
“Just let things be. At least for the moment.”

Our two bedroom cabin sat on the edge of the forest.
The birds and night sounds lingering beyond us
As we sat slowly drinking the Savignon blanc
Laughing as our memories of lecturers gone by were discussed
Dane Jackson our torts lecturer being the most memorable

“He was such a puss,” remarked Paula
“It was as if he spent his life hiding behind lockers in the corridor”, she reflected
“Waiting to peek at or check out any hot young student he may or may not know.
Before glancing away as they caught his stare”.
“I know,” I siad.
“He didn’t actually do it for me”, I said quietly. Before bursting out laughing again.
“What”, said Paula.
“What are you laughing at?”, she exclaimed.
“Unlike you and Mr Phillips”, I said, bursting out laughing once more.
“Oh yeah”, replied Paula.
“I had such a crush on him. I spent most of last semester dreaming of those corduroy slacks.
“That brown was such a turn on,” she said with a sexy grin. “And that butt. Sooo hot.”

Mr Ron Phillips, our contracts lecturer of two years prior stood at 5ft ringing wet.
He possessed an unattractive five day growth and bifocal spectacles. He lowered them frequently to peer at you awkwardly. I was in stitches at her confessions of lust toward him.
Paula was funny. She was such a hoot. And I loved being around her.

Later that night my feet felt cold in bed
Reaching into my bedside table I put on some green socks
Before hearing Slipper, my cross kelpy whimpering on the veranda
Next thing I noticed two large goannas on the steps edge, eying off my best friend
“Here boy”, I said picking up his water bowl and bringing into his mat in the living room.
I fastened the door, only to see the goannas back track down the cabins steps back into the forest. They must have picked up Slippers scent and come searching for a late night snack. 

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Back in bed I removed my tshirt. All of a sudden I felt stuffy under the sheets. This summer the weather was changing at frequent intervals, difficult to predict in the least. Or maybe something else was weighing on me. Or in me as it were. Paula was at the other end of the cabin. And whilst I was unsure of the nature of our relationship, her friendship was one I was beginning to treasure. I fell asleep looking back into her face, as she came toward me through the blue and green waves of Callum Point, where the surf was crisp and clean. And the shoreline sand was a brilliant white, laying flat beneath the bluest of blue skies. She smiled again, as I could feel that twitch within me, slowly rising toward my suface.

A loud noise awoke me.
There was then a knock at my cabin door.

Paula whispered, “It’s me Sasha”.
“Come in I said,” before turning on my bedside lamp, and sitting upright to see what was happening.
“I heard some animals outside my window. They unnerved me somewhat” she said.
‘I’m sorry to have woken you,” she said, in an anxious tone.
“Its okay,” I replied.
“Here, come and sit”, I said softly.

As Paula approached I moved my legs to make room, only to notice there was a small
crease of moisture beneath my white panties. I must have been dreaming of more than just Paula’s face in the dead of night. I quickly pulled the sheet back up and prayed she had not visualised my moistened panties. Sitting up, without my tshirt or a bra on I still felt comfortable near Paula. We had sunbaked together today topless, and were familair with eachothers’ bodies. In the company of one another.
“Thanks Sashy”, she said.
“ I feel like such a worry wart.  It’s just Im not used to sleeping in a forest.”
“It’s fine”, I replied. 

Before reflecting on how I loved it when she called me Sashy.
No one had ever called me that before.

“Just stay in here,” I said, and then pulled the sheet up over her, before turning over toward my side of the bed, to face the wall away from her. Trying to remain casual, relaxed and not fixated on the gorgeous creature laying beside me, I lay listening to the waves crashing further out from my window. “Get some sleep Paula,” I said warmly, “we have another big days surf tomorrow” .

And within seconds I was asleep again.

It must have been close to dawn. I could see the faintest light sneaking through from behind my curtains. I could feel the sheets above me moving. A gentle moaning sound was coming from the other side of my bed. I quickly remembered Paula had come in late last night.
I stayed facing my wall, to scared to roll over.  The moans became a litte louder.

“What was Paula doing?” My mind questioned. I lay in shock.
“Was Paula rubbing her pussy in my bed? Was she playing with herself as I slept?”
I could feel the sheets brushing from side to side over my shoulders. I then proceeded to arch my neck ever so slightly to see her knees wide open under the sheets, and her hand moving at pace beneath. Paulas writhing and thrusting up and down from upon the bed was pushing my sheets up and down, as she pleasured her love hole.

“Wow”, I thought to myself, as I turned back to face my wall again.
“What should I do?”
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I lay listening as her soft moans intensified, and the gyrating of her hips began to pulsate through my side of the bed. And the pulsating didn’t stop there. If this activity kept on I was going to have to remove my socks. I lay motionless, praying not to move. Though something began stirring inside me. I could feel my torso loosen and my legs begin to twitch, as the sound of Paulas passion enveloped me from behind. “I can’t believe it”, I thought, as I lay still beside her. “Was she fingering her cunt? Or what? Fuck this is turning me on”, I thought. This is just..its just..my mind was exploding. I started to feel sooo horny. I just didnt know what to do.

“What would happen if I pretended to stir and wake? How would Paula react?”

There was only one way to find out, I surmised. Whatever the outcome, I  couldnt lay still for another second. My own pussy needed rubbing. And I couldn’t help myself. I needed to finger my own juicy slit. And right about now nothing could stop me. I needed to fuck myself. Paula’s moaning, writhing and pulsating gyrations were turning my own body into a sea of lust. Taking a deep breath I decided to roll over.  My white sheets brushed over my now heightened nipples as I turned to face Paula.

Then slowly placing my hand underneath her thigh and on the inside of her gorgeous legs I whispered “Let it out beautiful, let it out for me baby”. And with that Paula screamed, and thrust her pussy higher, grinding her fingers in further, as she came with a bomb. Spasming as she came, moaning more and more, slamming into the bed head, she almost shook the floor. The intensity was so massive, burning a fire inside my snatch, I began to find my own slit, as I listened to her thrash. And with that I felt my own juice, gushing from below, within seconds I had come to, splashing from my hole. With my knuckles drenched in cum, I slowly slid them out, feeling somewhat embarassed, for having cum so quickly and keen.

“Did Paula know I felt for her? Had I blown my cover? Did she now suspect, I yearned to be her lover?

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feeling sore

23 Monday Oct 2017

Posted by sashaholden1 in erotic fiction, erotic poetry

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I was sore
I lay at the end of the bed
watching
his hand moved slowly
from right down the bottom
toward the ridge of his head
his thumb circling the top
before commencing the descent again
I leaned forward
to slightly touch his butt hole
every so softly
with my finger
following with my tongue
licking his swollen balls
then allowing my lips
to follow his hand north
climbing his sexy pole
one kiss at a time
his hand passed by
moving south again
as I licked
underneath the ridge
toward his peak

With the smell of my own scent
now upon me
I encircled the cape
swallowing his beautiful head
caressing the brow
and licking the tip
allowing my tongue to wander
all over his gorgeous crest
my eyes meeting his

His hand became restless
climbing to the top
he became anxious
his face now full of want
I lay my tongue out flat
my mouth now wider than wide
I needed so much to please him
to take him deep inside

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His cream lay still at first
an entree for my soul
before bursting forth upon me
from out his hand held hole
I quickly gathered him in
clenching at his shaft
swallowing the juices
down to the very last
so smooth
so warm and lovely
it was mine all mine all mine
licking at his shaft now
feeling rather fine

With soreness having left me
I need to lie with him
cheekbone upon cheekbone
the love of skin to skin
nestling into his neck now
feeling his soft heartbeat
the distant sound of birds
cars playing in the street
snuggling with my man
rubbing
feet to feet
I can’t remember a day
before we came to meet

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jasper

01 Saturday Apr 2017

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He paid the $200 at the door
to Sasha
Louise is the third door on the right
she said
he walked upstairs
lay on the bed and pulled his trousers down
his underpants still on
removing his jacket,tie and shirt
he waited
for what seemed an eternity
the escort the hooker the prostitute
he wasn’t exactly sure what to call them
appeared
no doubt from their previous escapade
he thought to himself

with gorgeous breasts the pretty brunette smiled
lying beside him and touching his leg
kissing his cheek she moved closer
he was somewhat nervous
though he appeared not to be
fondling within his pants she reached for his cock
his eyes transfixed on her breasts

He could feel his rod stiffen
everything he had anticipated was coming to fruition
but he was still scared
Louise reached for the condoms
folding, unwrapping, sliding
then slowly lowering the plastic sleeve along his thick shaft
she sucked and lubricated his being
only looking up to withdraw her tongue
for him to gaze at
to analyse
to become more, and more turned on
she pulled away and slowly removed her skirt
her purple thong looking up at him
What would he do now?

Louise appeared uncertain
moving to turn back to him
to launch on her all fours she paused
uncertain of which way to turn
he anxiously moved her thighs
pushing her butt before him
the tight deep hole
almost purple in color now rose
she reached down below her stomach
seeking to pleasure herself
as he guided the condom forth
with his cock and balls soon after
Could he catch a disease?

It was too late now
Louise began to rock back and forth on song
grasping at his cock
with her tender juicy ass
her hands continuously stroking
up and down her rod
she strangled her pre-cum head
as he held her butt cheeks firm
she begged him to push harder
to fuck her dirty hole
as she squirted cock juice out
screaming and squirming whole
he then retreated quickly
to throw the plastic down
now stroking on his shaft
with the might of one half as young
shooting all over her face
her lips her mouth then tongue

with his suit all placed back on
with his tie all nice and neat
thanking Sasha for her time
he made his way back to the street

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Gym time for Sasha

20 Monday Mar 2017

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“Lets push it up to 12.4” he said
Reaching in front of me to press the button on my treadmill
Increasing the speed yet again
“Only two more minutes, then we can bring your heart rate back down”.

Little chance of that, I thought to myself
as his sports watch brushed past my ribs
taking his strong foreceps and gorgeous aftershave with it
this guy was hot
I can’t believe I’m doing this
my mind wandered

“Righto, lets take it down” he said

leaning forward once again to take the speed down to 5.4 for a minute
my towel slowly wiping away the sweat from my brow
as now he stood directly in front of me
smiling
with those jet blue eyes
that 5 oclock shadow
his chiselled jawline and streaky black hair
handing me my water bottle before guiding me onto the cross training machine
this guy is a machine, I thought to myself
“Stride length 26 at level five for ten minutes” he said
and off I went again
“Just straigten your back slightly when on this one” he said

Gently touching the small of my back as he stepped back away
as I now looked forward to ensure I kept focused
to ensure I didn’t meet his gaze again
I carried on
blushing as usual in my girl shy kind of way
whilst staring forward out toward the swimming pool
in front of everyone in the gym
busily transacting with the vast array of equipment on offer

I’d like to be out there in full view of everyone, I thought
kneeling down in front of him
swallowing his manhood whole

“Stop it girl”, I whispered to myself
as a bead of sweat appeared around my sports bra line
today I’d made sure there would be no repeat of last weeks training session
I had taken the precaution of inserting a fully lined pad within my briefs
I could be as wet as the swimming pool and noone would notice
thank the stars

“Lets finish it off on the machines with ten minutes on the rower” he said
“We should be able to do 2 km
Lets start with our hands over for a km
and then turn them under for a km
that should serve to utilize a variety of different muscles in your upper body”
he said

Take a look at his body I though again to myself
His abs were like something out of a magazine
rippling all the way down his torso to where I couldn’t imagine
fuck this guy was hot
and I mean smoking hot
with a capital S

“Good stuff Sasha” he said
standing before me again passing me my water
“By the way, sorry to hear about your relationship”
he continued

“Yeah thanks” I said
“It’s been a month now though
It gets easier”

He wasn’t making it any easier though
let me tell you for free
I hadn’t had tasted or even looked at a cock in a month
and my body was dripping inside at the sight of his…

“Lets finish it off with a quick butt blast on the mat” he said
“Down on your hands and knees” he said
doing the same on the mat beside me
“Lift your leg up and push it out”, he continued
“like a dog peeing on a fire hydrant
lets do 20 on each side”

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Looking over toward him nodding my head in agreement
I could see his inner thighs stretching out beneath his red gym pants
I caught a glimpse of his left ball beneath his purple boxers
as I watched his knob bounce from side to side beneath his shorts
man, they said this guy was a gym junky , I thought to myself
but the gym certainly wasn’t doing anything to adversely effect his junk
he was hung like a guy straight out of my porn
or some other site I’d traversed in my last solo sojourn

“Same time next week” he said
handing me my water
then giving me his usual complimentary parting kiss on the cheek

Taking slow sips now from my drink bottle I watched as he left me
walking away with his firm sensational butt tightly gracing his apparel
this is ridiculous Sasha, I quietly stressed,
your’e not going to make it home in time
grabbing my sweat towel and gym bag I quickly entered the shower cubicle
thank the heavens there was little traffic this early in the day
fuck I can’t wait I thought to myself
stripping the tshirt from my back
and then pulling my pants, briefs and pad all in the same action away from my ankles
with the sweat drenched sports bra now over my shoulders
I gushed the water from the shower head
cold as it was at first it did nothing to appease my firmly erect nipples
grabbing the apricot body wash from my bag I drizzled it down over my nipples
then lathered my taut torso
choosing to watch as it slid slowly over my blond mound
then down the front of my thighs toward my gym sneakers
screw taking them off I thought

I could feel a twinge and burning sensation in my lower abdomen
to much water I thought
then a warm trickle met my inner thigh
opening my legs wide I watched the now bursting yellow line
flow from my snatch
reaching down to open my lips I noticed my now throbbing button
standing outright
pink and rock hard
fuck I thought to myself
this is insane
I’m like a bitch on heat
a dog without a bone

leaning up and foraging through my gym bag I could feel my thin black hair brush
clutching at the bristles I began thrusting the handle inside my wet hole
finally I thought
finally I can feed my hungry wet cunt
shit that feels good I thought
as the slippery hairbrush handle thrust its way further up my juice hole
with my right hand squirting more of the apricot nectar upon my blond mound
I prised my pink lips open and rubbed down hard on my clit
slithering my finger from side to side on my swollen button
as the brush rammed deeper inside my thirst
let it out Sasha, I screamed inside my soul
fuck yourself sweetheart
fuck that dirty hole
and within seconds another warm stream
came gushing from within
squirting over my sneakers
in the shower at the gym
fuck that feels good Sasha
attempting to silence my moans
as massaging my breasts
I continued to bring it home

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jack speaks…late at night

05 Friday Feb 2016

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Hot
Damp
Sweaty
Suffocation
Licking
It all in
Arching
Down then up
Into my mouth
Your lips
Two voices
One kiss
It’s not too dark
I can see your face
Keeping me alive
Filling me with grace

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sasha

01 Monday Feb 2016

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Sasha loved being with Jack
kissing him
walking with him
catching a film
just talking at a restaurant
driving through the country
on a sunny day
holding hands
and smiling into tomorrow

With her black stockings on
sasha slid her panties down
exposing her neatly trimmed pussy
for him
to lick
to caress
slowly
with his tongue
she played with his hair
occasionally looking up
as his tongue opened her slit
to dive into the pink
then retreat again
toward her swollen button
his cock now hard
roll over
h
e said

Sasha’s cunt glistened
in front of his eyes
on hands and knees
she waited
his long shaft
toying with her opening
she wanted to touch it
to fulfil her desire
his hand now reaching hers
pulling it away
she ached
longing to fondle the wetness
as he thrust forth deep inside
far into the chasm
that made him whole
she pushed back hard
grinding on his cock
backwards
sideways
up then down

Jack moved his arm
under her torso
finding her hand
to finally set her free
beneath her neatly shaved mound
he softly placed her finger
driving all the time further
in then out
give it to me
sasha whispered

sasha’s cunt began to moisten
her juice in need of escape
as he moaned
even louder
to loosen up his load
she felt the explosion
of warm shooting cum
searching within her
touching her love
high up in her hole
within seconds she too squirted
in one powerful rush
far past his shaft
her inner thighs and legs
her stockings now soaking
drinking in the juice
she fell to sheet face
in a quivering heap

together they then buried
their faces skin to skin
his breath upon her neck
his forehead on her chin
she loved him in that moment
overwhelmingly and beyond
the excitement so intense
the passion just so strong

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you

30 Saturday Jan 2016

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my juice hole is simply aching
longing to be touched
cant take it any longer
i need to be licked and sucked
i’m desperate now for anything
but its only for you that I dream
where are you when I need you
my cunt’s so wet i could scream

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Sarah – “Malcolm’s Prize” – Coming Soon

15 Wednesday Apr 2015

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Hi, my name is Sarah. I am 26 years old and am a fashion model. I come from Sydney Australia, where I grew up in a suburb called Darling Point, with my older brother Will, and my Mom and Dad, Sal and Jerry. I am currently single, having lucked out on the boyfriend stakes. First there was the philandering Rickie Jackson, what a dud he turned out to be. Then my stalker boyfriend named Rob Fletcher. Well Rob was a bit strange. Not to mention my all to taken with Trish modelling partner from Scotland, Dirk Jeffries.

Recently I have headed to the fashion capital of Australia, Melbourne, where my best friend Jess is helping me out on more than one front. Jess herself has a bit of a confused past sexually. However now she is settled and content, in love with Malcolm, the gorgeous tall dark and handsome Member of Parliament for Melbourne.

All is not to no avail though; I think I have found my Mr Right. The only problem is he is married to my best friend Jess. The other problem is that I only found this out having lived with them for a few months. Actually, there could be another problem, now I think about it, Jess doesn’t mind sharing, but she isn’t much into giving. That is, particularly when it comes to my Mr Right.

So here’s my story, at least until last Tuesday that is.

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50 days

04 Wednesday Mar 2015

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50 days now on WordPress

Thank you to all my followers and friends for putting up with my eclectic mix of erotic fiction, erotic poetry and poetry.I am loving being a part of this warm community and love the atmosphere surrounding our blogs.

When Sarah, Kate, Jenifer and Maria all reach their destinations in the second half of 2015 I will send a kindle copy to all of you together with a copy of my poetry..to keep, gift, or whatever..

Have a great night…love Sashaxx

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