Felicity Brandon's Blog, page 23
May 21, 2013
Teaser...
Hey everyone,
This will be my final blog post for May... I am taking a couple of weeks out to find some sunshine and spend some time with my family.
When I return next month there will be a hot new release in the offing!
"Customer Service" is due to be released at the end of June. It's my first f/f erotica and I am really excited about it!! It's a scorching short about two sexy ladies and contains my usual BDSM and spanking elements.
To whet your appetite I have decided to include a taster this week. If you like what you read then I'll add another before the release...
I hope you enjoy - and tell your friends! "Customer Service" is set to be Brandon's hottest tale yet...
“So, tell me - why did you call…?” she asks.
I pause, looking for the right words.
“You intrigued me. To be honest, you weren’t a particularly nice customer…” I hesitate; trying to gauge if I have offended her, but she seems completely unmoved by my comment, “…so I was surprised when I found your note.”
“Why surprised?”
She seems genuinely bemused.
“Well, you didn’t seem to like me very much…” I reply, realising how pathetic I sound.
She puts her glass down on the wood flooring beside her.
“Like you?” She laughs. “Why would I like you?”
Her tone is suddenly edgy and I finger the stem of my flute nervously.
“You were my waitress and, frankly, you didn’t do a very good job, did you Polly?”
She surveys me severely and I want to protest but feel increasingly aroused by her commanding conviction. Silently she waits for my answer.
“It was a busy night;” I say, apologetically. “I did my best...”
“I doubt that!” she snorts, draining her glass. “Don’t make excuses for a poor performance, please. I bet – given the right motivation – you could do a much better job?”
The question hangs in the air around me. I sense that she’s toying with me and, worse still, I actually seem to be enjoying it…
“Perhaps,” I admit, coyly.
Rachel puts down her glass and slides across the sofa, so that only a few inches separate us.
“So the question is, what can I do to motivate you, Polly?”
She eyes me salaciously and I drop my gaze, unable to return the intensity.
Gently, she uses one finger to lift my chin and make my eyes meet her own. They are a vivid blue and alive with desire for me. The air around us is charged and the tension is palpable. My soaking pussy is a testament to how much I already want her…
“Well?” she asks, breaking my train of thought. I gaze at her face; just a few inches from mine.
“I – I’ve never done this before…”
“Done what Polly?” Rachel chides, removing her finger. I miss the contact immediately and am rueful to have upset her. She raises one eyebrow at me.
“Thought about what motivates you?” she asks, sardonically.
“I’ve never been like this… with a woman, I mean…”
She rises from the sofa in one fluid movement and stands above me.
“Kneel Polly.”
Surprised by the order, I blink at her before I respond.
“Excuse me?”
Rachel smiles at me.
“Get. On. Your. Knees,” she says, articulating each word, and pointing to the floor in front of her.
“I am going to find a way to motivate you.”
.....
Have a good couple of weeks!
Felicity Brandon
x
This will be my final blog post for May... I am taking a couple of weeks out to find some sunshine and spend some time with my family.
When I return next month there will be a hot new release in the offing!
"Customer Service" is due to be released at the end of June. It's my first f/f erotica and I am really excited about it!! It's a scorching short about two sexy ladies and contains my usual BDSM and spanking elements.
To whet your appetite I have decided to include a taster this week. If you like what you read then I'll add another before the release...
I hope you enjoy - and tell your friends! "Customer Service" is set to be Brandon's hottest tale yet...
“So, tell me - why did you call…?” she asks.
I pause, looking for the right words.
“You intrigued me. To be honest, you weren’t a particularly nice customer…” I hesitate; trying to gauge if I have offended her, but she seems completely unmoved by my comment, “…so I was surprised when I found your note.”
“Why surprised?”
She seems genuinely bemused.
“Well, you didn’t seem to like me very much…” I reply, realising how pathetic I sound.
She puts her glass down on the wood flooring beside her.
“Like you?” She laughs. “Why would I like you?”
Her tone is suddenly edgy and I finger the stem of my flute nervously.
“You were my waitress and, frankly, you didn’t do a very good job, did you Polly?”
She surveys me severely and I want to protest but feel increasingly aroused by her commanding conviction. Silently she waits for my answer.
“It was a busy night;” I say, apologetically. “I did my best...”
“I doubt that!” she snorts, draining her glass. “Don’t make excuses for a poor performance, please. I bet – given the right motivation – you could do a much better job?”
The question hangs in the air around me. I sense that she’s toying with me and, worse still, I actually seem to be enjoying it…
“Perhaps,” I admit, coyly.
Rachel puts down her glass and slides across the sofa, so that only a few inches separate us.
“So the question is, what can I do to motivate you, Polly?”
She eyes me salaciously and I drop my gaze, unable to return the intensity.
Gently, she uses one finger to lift my chin and make my eyes meet her own. They are a vivid blue and alive with desire for me. The air around us is charged and the tension is palpable. My soaking pussy is a testament to how much I already want her…
“Well?” she asks, breaking my train of thought. I gaze at her face; just a few inches from mine.
“I – I’ve never done this before…”
“Done what Polly?” Rachel chides, removing her finger. I miss the contact immediately and am rueful to have upset her. She raises one eyebrow at me.
“Thought about what motivates you?” she asks, sardonically.
“I’ve never been like this… with a woman, I mean…”
She rises from the sofa in one fluid movement and stands above me.
“Kneel Polly.”
Surprised by the order, I blink at her before I respond.
“Excuse me?”
Rachel smiles at me.
“Get. On. Your. Knees,” she says, articulating each word, and pointing to the floor in front of her.
“I am going to find a way to motivate you.”
.....
Have a good couple of weeks!
Felicity Brandon
x
May 14, 2013
The mid-May hump...
I have absolutely given up on the weather this week... so much for the British summer!!
Thanks for the positive feedback on my recent posts. This week I thought I would continue the trend, and include an excerpt from my writing desk... This is taken from one of my current novella's. As ever, all comments welcome. I do (genuinely) take on board your feedback!
(Please note that my work has adult themes, and can contain graphic sex descriptions... you have been warned!)
In one swift moment, his body is next to me, and he pulls me down over his lap. The urge to fight is irresistible, and instinctively I kick and thrash over him. I feel him grab my hair again, holding my head and shoulders firmly in place, and his right hand tears my underwear down to my knees.
I feel the whole weight of his hand land on my behind. The cracking sound of the impact fills the air around us, and brings whoops of delight from the other men. I see pairs of boots surrounding us, and realise I am now the subject of an impromptu street performance. The next smack lands on the other cheek, and the shock nearly lifts me from his lap altogether.
He continues the onslaught, right there in the middle of the road, in front of them all. One smack follows the next, sometimes alternating between my cheeks, and sometimes catching my exposed sex. I feel the heat rising from my face as well as my tanned buttocks. I had rarely been spanked as a child, and never as an adult, and the wave of shame and embarrassment that washes over me feels as raw as the actual beating. I hang over his legs, breasts and arse bare. I am totally at his mercy, held down whilst he chastises me.
I have no idea how long the ordeal goes on. After a period of time, I hear guttural sounds I don’t recognise coming from my own mouth, expressing the indignity and pain I am being forced to bear. Tears I had fought so hard to halt fall silently from my eyes, landing in small pools on the concrete below me. The utter humiliation of the trial has defeated me…
It seems like as soon as he feels the fight leave me, he halts the spanking. Pulling me from his lap, he allows me to fall to my hands and knees to recover. The road feels hard and uncompromising against my skin, but this now seems like a small indignity compared to what I’d just been through. I see various pairs of boots walking away; apparently satisfied with my spontaneous punishment.
O’Connor’s hand reaches down, petting my hot, swollen behind, and then feeling between my legs. I freeze, knowing there is no choice but to permit him this further violation, and yet somehow I welcome his touch. He crouches next to me, his breath hot against my neck, sending small shivers through me. His fingers tug gently at the soft hair he finds, and then slides through it, finding my hot lips waiting for him.
“You’re going to make a wonderful slut,” he whispers in my left ear, and runs one finger along my sex. To my own shock, I realise how good it feels, and as he dips the finger between my lips, I realise how wet I am. I let out a small groan as he slowly fucks my wet slit.
He chuckles darkly.
Have a good week!
Felicity Brandon
x
Thanks for the positive feedback on my recent posts. This week I thought I would continue the trend, and include an excerpt from my writing desk... This is taken from one of my current novella's. As ever, all comments welcome. I do (genuinely) take on board your feedback!
(Please note that my work has adult themes, and can contain graphic sex descriptions... you have been warned!)
In one swift moment, his body is next to me, and he pulls me down over his lap. The urge to fight is irresistible, and instinctively I kick and thrash over him. I feel him grab my hair again, holding my head and shoulders firmly in place, and his right hand tears my underwear down to my knees.
I feel the whole weight of his hand land on my behind. The cracking sound of the impact fills the air around us, and brings whoops of delight from the other men. I see pairs of boots surrounding us, and realise I am now the subject of an impromptu street performance. The next smack lands on the other cheek, and the shock nearly lifts me from his lap altogether.
He continues the onslaught, right there in the middle of the road, in front of them all. One smack follows the next, sometimes alternating between my cheeks, and sometimes catching my exposed sex. I feel the heat rising from my face as well as my tanned buttocks. I had rarely been spanked as a child, and never as an adult, and the wave of shame and embarrassment that washes over me feels as raw as the actual beating. I hang over his legs, breasts and arse bare. I am totally at his mercy, held down whilst he chastises me.
I have no idea how long the ordeal goes on. After a period of time, I hear guttural sounds I don’t recognise coming from my own mouth, expressing the indignity and pain I am being forced to bear. Tears I had fought so hard to halt fall silently from my eyes, landing in small pools on the concrete below me. The utter humiliation of the trial has defeated me…
It seems like as soon as he feels the fight leave me, he halts the spanking. Pulling me from his lap, he allows me to fall to my hands and knees to recover. The road feels hard and uncompromising against my skin, but this now seems like a small indignity compared to what I’d just been through. I see various pairs of boots walking away; apparently satisfied with my spontaneous punishment.
O’Connor’s hand reaches down, petting my hot, swollen behind, and then feeling between my legs. I freeze, knowing there is no choice but to permit him this further violation, and yet somehow I welcome his touch. He crouches next to me, his breath hot against my neck, sending small shivers through me. His fingers tug gently at the soft hair he finds, and then slides through it, finding my hot lips waiting for him.
“You’re going to make a wonderful slut,” he whispers in my left ear, and runs one finger along my sex. To my own shock, I realise how good it feels, and as he dips the finger between my lips, I realise how wet I am. I let out a small groan as he slowly fucks my wet slit.
He chuckles darkly.
Have a good week!
Felicity Brandon
x
May 8, 2013
The approach of summer...
Happy Hump Day!
A few days of sunshine has (hopefully) cheered everyone up, and made me consider the pro's and con's of alfresco erotica! It's not so much the voyeurism, but the idea of 'playing' outside which appeals...
I have included a snippet from a story about a couple who enjoy a day out in the woods... As always, I'd love to hear what you think!
(Please note that my work has adult themes, and can contain graphic sex descriptions... you have been warned!)
You lock the car again, motioning to me in which direction I should start moving. And so I start... Walking carefully in my heels across the roots and leaves which litter the forest floor, I make my way forwards. After a moment I hear the tell-tale swish in the air, just before the sound of the crop hitting my behind. Hot, intense pain sweeps across my cheeks, and I yelp, in spite of the ball-gag. You chuckle behind me. I am not sure if it's my tentative approach, response to the crop, or the way I look, but I blanch at the sound. No doubt you have given my humiliation lots of thought, and intend to make me thank you properly for the privilege later. You bark commands about which direction I should take, and slowly we make our way through the woods.
After some time, and another three strikes of the crop, we come to a small clearing. Fortunately for me, the sun has now risen and is easily heating the air around me. Tall trees sweep forward to provide adequate privacy and shade. In the middle of the clearing is a horizontal, metal pole, held up on either side by two wooden posts. It is more or less at my hip height. You 'encourage' me towards it, swatting my arse quickly, but lightly with the crop.
“Stand in front of it,” you order quietly, “spread your legs, so that your feet are next to each post.”
I duly do as commanded, spreading my legs wide apart to meet the wood. I feel you move behind me, crop still in hand...
Felicity Brandon
x
A few days of sunshine has (hopefully) cheered everyone up, and made me consider the pro's and con's of alfresco erotica! It's not so much the voyeurism, but the idea of 'playing' outside which appeals...
I have included a snippet from a story about a couple who enjoy a day out in the woods... As always, I'd love to hear what you think!
(Please note that my work has adult themes, and can contain graphic sex descriptions... you have been warned!)
You lock the car again, motioning to me in which direction I should start moving. And so I start... Walking carefully in my heels across the roots and leaves which litter the forest floor, I make my way forwards. After a moment I hear the tell-tale swish in the air, just before the sound of the crop hitting my behind. Hot, intense pain sweeps across my cheeks, and I yelp, in spite of the ball-gag. You chuckle behind me. I am not sure if it's my tentative approach, response to the crop, or the way I look, but I blanch at the sound. No doubt you have given my humiliation lots of thought, and intend to make me thank you properly for the privilege later. You bark commands about which direction I should take, and slowly we make our way through the woods.
After some time, and another three strikes of the crop, we come to a small clearing. Fortunately for me, the sun has now risen and is easily heating the air around me. Tall trees sweep forward to provide adequate privacy and shade. In the middle of the clearing is a horizontal, metal pole, held up on either side by two wooden posts. It is more or less at my hip height. You 'encourage' me towards it, swatting my arse quickly, but lightly with the crop.
“Stand in front of it,” you order quietly, “spread your legs, so that your feet are next to each post.”
I duly do as commanded, spreading my legs wide apart to meet the wood. I feel you move behind me, crop still in hand...
Felicity Brandon
x
May 1, 2013
Hump Day!
It's Wednesday - it's Hump day (at least if I'm lucky... :O)
As acknowledgement to the nearing weekend, I have decided to start the Brandon Hump-day blog, with a sneak-peek extract from a scene I have been penning. Feel free to let me know what you think - your comments are always valuable!
(Please note that my work has adult themes, and contains graphic sex descriptions... you have been warned!)
Thanks for reading!
Felicity Brandon
x
"I reach for the clasp of my bra, but your hand halts its progress.
“Not now,” you order, “get on your knees.”
I drop immediately, and with your right hand, you release your eager cock; pushing my mouth onto it in one movement. You use your grip to force it right down into my throat. I struggle to take it all, gagging as you use my mouth roughly; making short thrusts into me. My eyes begin to water as I look up at you, your prick so insistent in my mouth. You pull my head close against you, holding me there, your balls squashed against my mouth. I use my lips and tongue around your shaft, now only able to make small movements. After a few seconds, I try and pull away, desperate for breath, but you force it in further for just a few seconds more before letting me go.
I gasp, and fall back onto my feet, as you crouch down to confront me. Taking my face gently in your hands, you whisper to me,
“Very nice,” you say stroking my hair, “now it’s time for your punishment.”
Felicity Brandon
As acknowledgement to the nearing weekend, I have decided to start the Brandon Hump-day blog, with a sneak-peek extract from a scene I have been penning. Feel free to let me know what you think - your comments are always valuable!
(Please note that my work has adult themes, and contains graphic sex descriptions... you have been warned!)
Thanks for reading!
Felicity Brandon
x
"I reach for the clasp of my bra, but your hand halts its progress.
“Not now,” you order, “get on your knees.”
I drop immediately, and with your right hand, you release your eager cock; pushing my mouth onto it in one movement. You use your grip to force it right down into my throat. I struggle to take it all, gagging as you use my mouth roughly; making short thrusts into me. My eyes begin to water as I look up at you, your prick so insistent in my mouth. You pull my head close against you, holding me there, your balls squashed against my mouth. I use my lips and tongue around your shaft, now only able to make small movements. After a few seconds, I try and pull away, desperate for breath, but you force it in further for just a few seconds more before letting me go.
I gasp, and fall back onto my feet, as you crouch down to confront me. Taking my face gently in your hands, you whisper to me,
“Very nice,” you say stroking my hair, “now it’s time for your punishment.”
Felicity Brandon
April 25, 2013
Making the perfect short...
Good Afternoon Goodreaders!
I have such a lot of fun indulging my darkest (and filthiest) fantasies when I am thinking of new story ideas.
So far... the dominant boss, the fantasy menage... and there are many more to come!
What gets else everyone going though?
What's the steamiest idea for a short tale of desire?
I am musing on the idea of a good spanking...! ;OP
Chat to you soon,
Felicity Brandon
x
I have such a lot of fun indulging my darkest (and filthiest) fantasies when I am thinking of new story ideas.
So far... the dominant boss, the fantasy menage... and there are many more to come!
What gets else everyone going though?
What's the steamiest idea for a short tale of desire?
I am musing on the idea of a good spanking...! ;OP
Chat to you soon,
Felicity Brandon
x
April 24, 2013
Celebrating my new e-book!
Exciting news!
My second short The Abduction has been published today!
This is a fantasy-kidnap short, with one lucky woman, and four horny guys! You can catch the opening scene on Amazon to see if it tickles your fancy...
All feedback welcome, so please let me know if you enjoyed, what you enjoyed, and what could make The Abduction even tastier...
My first short 'Disciplinary Action' is also available now!
http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00CHQV6I0
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CHQV6I0
Felicity Brandon
My second short The Abduction has been published today!
This is a fantasy-kidnap short, with one lucky woman, and four horny guys! You can catch the opening scene on Amazon to see if it tickles your fancy...
All feedback welcome, so please let me know if you enjoyed, what you enjoyed, and what could make The Abduction even tastier...
My first short 'Disciplinary Action' is also available now!
http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00CHQV6I0
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CHQV6I0
Felicity Brandon
