Hello and welcome to another Wednesday. The good news is that today is Silver Flash and I’ve got a flash for you, woo! This week though not only am I joining in with Silver Flash and using the prompt ‘Rise and shine sleepyhead.’ I am joining in with #wankwednesday and also fitting the word ‘squeak’ in there too!

So without further ado, here’s this week’s Flash!

Morning has Broken

“Rise and shine, Sleepyhead,” she whispered, her soft hand stroked my cheek.

“Mmm?”

“It’s your day off and my day off and well, I don’t want to waste it.”

Claire kissed my cheek and I slowly opened one eye.

“What time is it?” I mumbled as I prised open the second eye and took in the squeaky clean exterior of my wife. Her hair dark and damp showed me she’d just showered and she smelled intoxicatingly of fresh roses.

“Time you woke up and fucked me, darling husband.” she said with a broad, cheeky wink. Her hand pushed under the blankets and her cool fingers stroked down my chest to my wakening cock.

“Well, when you put it that way…” I snuggled into her soft and slightly chilly body.

“ooh,” I squeaked, “you’re cold.”

“Warm me up, then.” She purred and stroked my burgeoning erection.

“Yes, dear,” I replied and kissed her neck. It’s her favourite place to be kissed, well, one of them and I as she squeezed me harder between her fingers I knew I’d hit a sweet spot. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her on top of me. She giggled as she let go of my dick and used her hands to balance her above me. As we organised limbs we kissed.

I love the taste of my wife’s lips in the morning. All minty and fresh and tingling clean. What a wonderful way to wake up, to have her soft curves pressed into my hard lines and her mouth pressed against mine. She split her thighs around me and rubbed up and down until she found my sweet spot, the place between her thighs where I fit so perfectly.

She slid me into her, she was so wet and ready and I gasped as her warm pussy squeezed around my erection.

“That’s it,” she whispered into my ear as she bumped her hips up and down, “that’s what I wanted, what I needed.”

“Yeah,” I replied, my teeth teasing her earlobe, “this is the best fucking way to wake up.”

“Yes,” the word exploded from her lips as I arced up to meet her downward thrust, “fuck yes.”

I slid a hand between us. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, morning sex is harsh and rushed and brilliant but with so little time to wake up I’d also had little time to work on self-control. I wanted her to reach her peak with me. I come so much harder when her orgasm squeezes it out of me.

“Thanks,” she gasped, “you’re so good to me.”

“You’re the one doing all the work,” I replied, “it seems only fair.”
She laughed her tinkling sweet sound that rolled into a groan and a far more visceral noise as I continued to caress her clit.

“Fuck, I love you.” She cried and ground down hard onto me. She squeezed my cock so tight, her juices coated me and heightened my senses and as her rhythmic undulations carried her over the brink into orgasm I followed her as I would do in everything and always. I followed her into ecstasy and exploded with a roar of completion and agreement. I loved her with all my heart.

She kissed me once she recovered her breath and smiled.

“I really fancy some bacon and eggs now,” she said, “I’ve worked up an appetite.”

“Could you get any more perfect?” I pushed a damp strand of hair behind her ear. “No wonder I love you.”

“I fuck and I cook, I’m a dream come true.” She tittered.

And I agreed heartily. Another day and yet more reasons to love her.

If you want more flashes of inspiration then check out the blogs of my fellow Silver authors:

Julie Hayes (M/M)

Lily Sawyer (M/M)

Pender Mackie (M/M)

Ryssa Edwards (M/M)

Also, if you want to check out some more squeak answers for Wank Wednesday check out this blog to find more stories!

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Hello all. I’ve spent a lot of time this bank holiday weekend watching films from my childhood and early teens. Things like Sister Act 2 and Neverending Story. It’s amazing how dated these things look but they do bring back some good memories. You can’t fail to be transported back to a time where life was simpler and in my case hair was bigger and patterns were very popular. Especially in bright neon colours!

So today,I’m going to present to you a few blasts from my past. Stories that were published a few years ago that maybe you’re not aware of because you’ve only recently discovered me or that might make you smile to remember back to when you read one of these stories from the early Era of Blisse!

First, Sexier Side of the Hill.

“Oh, well, the other symptom is a bit embarrassing, Doctor.” Paul shifted in his seat,

pulling off a fairly good impression of being nervous.

I rested a hand on each strong thigh, squeezed my fingers together and clenched my own thighs as lust coursed through my veins. I was giving them the signal. If they wanted to play they could but they still had the opportunity to decline my offer without causing a scene. I was so nervous and desperate for them to play the game with me.

“Don’t worry, you can tell me anything. I am a professional, after all.”

“Swelling.” Simon whispered.

Paul nodded and said “There is an incredibly uncomfortable swelling in my…erm…crotch area and I can see that Simon is having the same problem.”

My mind raced. This was it. This was exactly what I had wanted and I had to take it. I’ve always been a “do now” kind of girl, and I didn’t want to miss this glorious opportunity. The idea when it came was a simple one. I reached over Paul’s lap and picked up the paper I
had brought along for a little light reading.

“Okay,” I said, unfolding it and placing it in his hands. “If you’d both like to come
behind the privacy screen, I’ll examine you and try to ascertain exactly what your problem is.”
My heart pounded like a drum, my mouth dry with nerves and my pussy wet with need.

“Certainly.” Paul slid closer to me whilst Simon repeated the action with his paper to my other side.

I took a deep breath and bit down the nerves that made my stomach flutter. I was positive they both wanted me to do this but until I made the first move there was a degree of doubt. I slipped a hand behind each paper and down to the crotches of these two near strangers. I felt the swelling through their clothes and commented so as I attempted to undo two flies simultaneously.

Delicious anticipation built as I slowly eased down the zips and fished around to find openings in boxers. Their cocks were hot and eager as I encouraged them out of their warm confines with little trouble. Gently, I assessed the situation,thoroughly examining each member with my fingers. Both were hard but Simon’s was slimmer and longer while Paul’s cock was deliciously thick and stout. Both made my mouth water and my pussy pulsate.

“I’m pretty certain I know what the problem is, gentleman,” I whispered and looked from one strained face to the other before I continued. I basked in their undivided attention and stroked my fingers absent-mindedly up and down their dicks. “The good news is it’s a highly common problem. It’s not fatal, and I know exactly what to do to make you both feel much better. I need to relieve some of the pressure building up in the problem areas here.” I squeezed Paul. “And here.” I squeezed Simon.

“Please do whatever you have to, Doctor,” Paul replied, panting with desire, “I feel like I’m going to explode.”

Simon nodded his agreement.

“Certainly gentleman, please relax as much as you can, you’re in good hands now.”

Now Travel Delight

“Wow,” Janet giggled as soon as the door closed behind the porter. “This room is amazing.” She raced over to the impressive window and looked out over the manicured gardens to the sunset-tinted river beyond.

“It’s not half bad, is it?” Guy’s voice came from just behind her, making her jump a little. Her heart raced as he ran a hand down her arm, and she could feel his strong form pressing against her back. She could hear their every breath. It was as if the world had stopped around them, waiting for the next move.

Guy broke the spell by pressing his lips to her exposed neck and running both hands down her arms. She pushed out her bottom in response and felt his stiff excitement grow as it pressed easily through the flimsy material and between her cheeks.

His hands flowed like liquid over her. He stroked her arms then her stomach, which made her cringe self-consciously. He did not stop, his fingers cupped her breast brazenly and manipulated the soft flesh through the barriers of her dress and bra.

“There are people in the garden!” She squeaked in protest as he prised her breast out into the cool, conditioned air.

“So?”

She felt him shrug, and he pulled out her other, too. If one of the people in the garden glanced towards their room they’d see her breasts out on brazen display. She tried to turn from the window.

“Stay still.” It was a command, and Janet followed it immediately, much to her own surprise. “Good, I want to put you on display. I want people to see how fucking gorgeous you are, and I want them to know you’re mine.”

Janet sensed that she should have been incensed by this misogynistic claim but her blood was fired with lust by the deft touch of his fingers, and she was incapable of thought. She wanted to speak out but as his hand dipped down and dragged up the hem of her skirt the rebuffing words stuck in her throat. His fingers never stopped, never gave her chance to catch her breath, and she mewled with delight as they pushed away the material of her knickers and sought out her wet slit.

She shut out the world with her eyelids and concentrated on his fingers.

“Oh yes, my wet slut. I want them to see you writhing on my fingers.”

He established a rhythm with his finger, slipping up and down Janet’s slit, teasing her clit with each stroke. She moaned and gasped as she surrendered to his dominant hands clutching her tit and her cunt. She was still concerned that someone might see, but she realised she was no longer worried by it but excited by the prospect.

And finally Restoration which isn’t as old but was my first eBook release with Xcite books, I do believe one of their very first eBooks released!

Priapus is his name and he has a huge cock. He should. He’s a god of erections and was worshipped across the empires for it. Not only is it huge, it is erect, sticking out obscenely from his Roman skirts. He’s completely covered in moss and dirt so I can only just make out the lines of his body. He was discovered in Turkey, hidden at the bottom of someone’s garden, of all places. Luckily, the owner recognised what he was, or he’d be on some municipal dump by now.

My fingers are shaking. It’s not often something of this rarity comes into my possession-well, technically it’s the museum‘s possession, but lets not get too hung up on technicalities. Talking about hung, this life-size ancient Roman statue is hung, very well hung. Now it’s my job to bring him back to his full glory.

I know the temperature in this large, sterile cellar is regulated to keep my artefacts happy but I feel as if the sun is burning down on me, not optimised artificial light. I love my cellar, down in the bowels of the museum. I feel like I’m hidden away from the world, safe secure and able to concentrate.

Right now, I’m jittery. I’m so excited about starting work on this statue. Priapus, when he’s on his feet, stands a few inches taller than me, so he’s been laid on his back on my special padded bench so I can work on him. He’s made of stone-we suspect marble because he’s so very heavy- and I need to take back the years of dirt and organic invasion and buff him up to all his shining glory.
This is the first piece I get to work on alone since becoming a fully qualified Archaeological Conservator. The excitement and nerves are overwhelming. I’ve trained hard to get to this point I should be calmly and thoughtfully going through the procedure in my mind because this will be a very delicate and intense job. However, the need to uncover that massive member (it has to be close to a foot long) is burrowing down from my brain to my cunt and I just want to reveal it as soon as I can. I want to jump upon him now and rip off the dirt of centuries so I can see him in all his glory.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this blast from the past, I have. Please feel free to ask me questions about these stories or give me some feedback on them. We authors love feedback!

Hello everyone. I’m afraid I’ve not had time to write a Silver Flash this week but if you want to sample the hot flash offerings of my Silver author pals you should start here and see what’s going no today!

But I did want to blog and let you know what’s happening in the world of Blisse right now! I have been wrapped up in deadlines and finished editing up Tasty Italian last week. It’s a lust bite story which will be released on the 19th September.

She wanted pizza, she got love.

Fiona was bored with her life but she didn’t realise that simply deciding to visit the local Italian restaurant for dinner one night would change it forever. When she laid eyes on the fit, young Italian waiter she fell instantly in lust. Carlo returned that ardour but how could their relationship develop when he had to move back to his home in Italy?

And the huge project I’ve been working on has been my 30 000 word novella call Silver Screen Dream. It is the first book in my Djinn’s Amulet series and has been written for the Bollywood line. It’s been a real challenge but I have loved every minute of it. I’ve had to do a lot of research as I knew very little about Bollywood when I agreed to write this book and I’ve had lots of fun diving into this interesting element of Indian culture.

Silver Screen Dream will be Launched with the rest of the Bollywood line on the 5th September.

When true love conquers all what is a djinn to do?

Johnny will use revenge and jealousy but how will he cope when true love is thrown into the mix?

And now? Well now I am working on a story for the Total-E-Bound Tempting Temp line and I am trying to finish of the last book in my Rendezvous series to send to Xcite. So yes, I’m a busy bunny right now.

In amongst all this madness I found time to write a piece of Flash Fiction for British Flash which is a FREE anthology which will be made available to celebrate the GLBT gathering of authors and readers in Milton Keynes on the 23rd July. I am in good company as my story, Mouth Almighty is joined by ones by Contributing authors: Alex Beecroft, Stevie Carroll,Charlie Cochrane, Sophia Deri-Bowen, Erastes, Lucy Felthouse, Elin
Gregory, Mara Ismine, Sandra Lindsey, Clare London, JL Merrow,Josephine Myles, Zahra Owens, Jay Rookwood, Caroline Stephens, Stevie
Woods, Lisa Worrall and Serena Yates. It’s certainly going to be a treat!

So that’s what I’m up to right now, just so you know! So which of these titles are you looking forward to? Is there anything I’m not working on currently that you’d love to see me write in the near future? Let me know and I may just do that next! :)