Robin Michelle Writes

Lisa slid down into the hot steaming bath, enjoying the pulsing of the jets against her tired aching body. She’d been waiting for this bath all week long, through meetings and arguments and messes that apparently only she could clean up. Coming home, she’d lit some aromatherapy candles, opened a fresh bottle of moscato, and let the tub fill. Dan had promised he’d leave her alone until she was out of the tub. Past experience led her to believe she’d get maybe twenty minutes of alone time before he came bursting in, needing her for some stupid thing that he really should be able to take care of on his own. So she was making the most of what time she did get. Relaxing music was playing, calming scents filled the air, and a cooling mask covered her eyes. Lisa sipped her wine and released a deep sigh.

It’d hadn’t been more than maybe fifteen minutes when Lisa felt Dan running his hand along her leg.

“Dan, come on, you promised to leave me alone.” She didn’t hear him respond, but his hand stopped. For a moment. And then it was joined by a second hand, wrapping around her other leg.

“Dan, I said stop!” Lisa tried to pull her legs away from him but the hands just tightened their grip. She reached up to remove the eye mask, to look him in the face, but then her arms were grabbed and pinned down. “Dan?”

Lisa fought the rising panic, focusing on what she was feeling. Clearly not hands, though they gripped her. They slid over and around her body smoothly, wrapping around her arms, her legs, her waist, holding her down in the tub. She counted – one, two, three, four, five, six… At least six, but maybe more… Three or more people? But she didn’t hear anyone. And really, whatever was grasping her, it didn’t feel human…

Tentacles. They felt like… tentacles.

Lisa wiggled, but it was no use – they only tightened more.

The tentacles on her legs pulled them apart while the ones around her waist moved up her torso towards her breasts. The touches were not in any way menacing. In fact, they were calming, soothing. Lisa felt herself relaxing into them, trying to think of it as an odd massage.

That worked, kind of, until they reached her breasts. The feeling was… arousing. The tentacles curled over and around her breasts, and she finally felt what could only be suckers on her nipples, pulling and squeezing them. Lisa whimpered as her nipples hardened and she felt a corresponding tingle in her pussy.

This was so not right, but she was trapped, unable to get away. She tried calling for Dan, but immediately a tentacle was there, covering her mouth, preventing her from crying out. And her body was betraying her, responding to this wrongness with arousal, no matter how much her mind fought it.

Another tentacle writhed its way up between her legs. The tip of it found her clit and stroked and rubbed. Without conscious thought, Lisa arched her hips, pressing forward against it, pleading wordlessly for more. The creature slithered yet another tentacle between her thighs. This one didn’t stop but slid right into her through labia lubricated by her arousal. And it kept sliding in, filling and stretching her until there wasn’t room for more. Then it started moving, pulsing.

Oh, god, she thought, I’m being fucked by a monster… and I’m enjoying it… Lisa gave up and gave herself over to the sensations, drowning in the caresses of the many tentacles wrapping and filling her body. She felt her orgasm building, rising to a higher peak than she’d ever felt before. At the moment of release, Lisa let go… and dissolved into foam.


“Lisa? Lisa, honey, it’s been half an hour… Can I come in?”

Dan stopped just inside the bathroom and stared in horror as foam covered tentacles disappeared down the drain of an empty bathtub.


{1 June 2011}   Squeak!

Here’s my offering for Ruby’s #WankWednesday prompt of #squeak. Head over to her blog, The Erotic Notebook, to read more contributions.




*squeak squeak*


*squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak


squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak


squeak squeak*


“What? *gasp* Now? *pant*”

“Yes, now. Didn’t you hear that?”

“Hear what? You’re moans of pleasure as I pound into you and nibble on your neck? Yeah, I heard those.”

*squeak squeak”

“I said stop – don’t move. I know I heard something squeak.”

“It’s just this old bed, babe. Once we’re done here, I’ll see about tightening up the joints *lick*”

“Would you please take me seriously. I know I heard something – not the bed – squeak. Right… by… my… ear.”

“Baby, hold still, don’t move, don’t turn your head, don’t….”

“AAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!!! Oh my god oh my god it’s a mouse, on the bed! Off off off!! Get off of me! Let me up! Oh my god oh my god oh my god yuck yuck yuck!”

“What do we do? What do we do?”

“Oh for the love of… put the pillow down. On the bed you dolt, not in front of your penis — unless your cock is made of cheese, I’m sure it’s not interested in it at all. Help me catch it. Damn, it’s fast. Ack. Crap. It’s heading your way, catch it catch it before… it… jumps… off… the… bed. Great. Now we’ll never find it. “

“Where’d it go? I can’t stay in here if there’s a mouse in here. What if it climbs back into the bed while we’re sleeping and and nibbles on — on — things. You have to find it, catch it!”

“Oh good grief. Get some crackers and a box or glass — I’ll lure it out, catch it and toss it outside.”

Half an hour later with the slam of a door.

“There, it’s gone. I’m going to bed.”

*squeak squeak*


“Babe, you’re my*nibble nibble* hero *lick lick*”


*squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak

squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak*

{4 March 2011}   Inscribe #FuckMeFriday


Mark me with your lust

Engrave your desire into my skin

Each slap, each blow

Elicits moans and writhing

Nipples harden

Skin flushes

Cunt spasms and floods


I cry

I gasp

I yearn

I wait

I reach


Only when you are satisfied

With your handiwork of

Welts and bruises

When they have become

Braille for your fingers

As you stroke and caress

Then will your lust

Demand satiation

And  you will fill me

And inscribe me on the inside as well





{27 September 2010}   Day 8 #write365

Day 8 #write365

The shower flowed over her, blinding, deafening, cutting her off from all senses except the feel of the water on her skin. And she lost herself in the sensations.

He watched her, then slowly, silently he eased the door open and slipped in behind her. Taking care not to touch, he reached past her for the bottle of shampoo.

Shifting forward, he pressed himself against her back. She moaned and wriggled back, pressing her ass against his hard cock until it was hugged by her cheeks.

Leaning forward, he nibbled on her earlobe before whispering huskily into her ear, “Let me wash your hair.”

She tilted her head back, waiting.


Robin Michelle

{4 September 2010}   Day 3 #write365

I did get this written yesterday, mostly. Until someone, um, let’s say “distracted” me.

Day 3 #write365
Sunglasses, toilet, hose

Lisa squinted over the top of her sunglasses watching the curvy redhead as she wove her way through the crowd. She cursed her bad luck under her breath. If she hadn’t tripped over that damn hose and broken her leg, she’d be up and following the beautiful stranger. But weighed down by cast & crutches, Lisa was going nowhere fast.

Lisa had noticed the redhead the moment she walked into the party. She was beautiful, curvy, maybe a few years younger than Lisa, dressed sexily but not trashy. Men and women alike noticed her. And she had especially noticed Lisa — they’d been sharing glances and smiles for the past ten minutes. Until she’d headed to the restroom, with an inviting look over her shoulder at Lisa.

Sighing deeply, Lisa mindlessly sipped her drink as she thought about how she would have liked her evening to have gone…

After only a few shared looks, she approached ‘Red’. They exchanged names, chatted, laughed. There was some flirtatious touching, and suggestive hints were mixed into the conversation. When Red headed to the restroom, Lisa didn’t hesitate.

They entered casually, hoping to find it vacant. Or at least not too crowded. They were in luck; only a few other women were there. Selecting the stall furthest from the door, Red went in first but left the door unlocked. Lisa waited for the woman at the sink to leave, then slipped into the stall.

Lisa wasted no time. In the space of a breath, Red was in her arms. Lips pressed, tongues tangled, nipples hardened, hands groped, hips thrust. She maneuvered Red into the space between the toilet and the wall. Lisa slid her hand into Red’s pants, enjoying the gasp when her fingers rubbed and pinched her hard clit. Red moved her mouth to Lisa’s nipple, lightly biting and sucking. Lisa’s breath caught as her cunt clenched and became even wetter…

Lisa looked up to find her fantasy standing at her table.
“I’m Ginnie. Mind if I join you?”
Lisa smiled, “Absolutely.” Maybe her evening was going somewhere after all.


Robin Michelle

{2 September 2010}   Day 2 #Write365

Day 2 #write365

Butterfly, dress, eraser

Rob stayed in the conference room after everyone else had left, watching as Claire gathered up all the papers, pens and various items left behind. As always, her presentation had been flawless, providing all the necessary information and anticipating the questions that would be asked.

Claire was a consummate professional, a valuable asset to the company. Hiring and then quickly promoting her had been two of the best business decisions he had ever made.

Rob’s train of thought was broken by the sight of Claire’s lusciously round ass as she bent over directly in front of him to pick up a dropped eraser. He shifted in his seat and stifled a moan as his cock hardened. Claire slowly and sensuously stood up, giving Rob a wicked grin and a saucy wink as she did.

Yes, hiring her had been good for business, and for him. He had finally found his equal.

Everyone considered Claire a killer in the boardroom, so devoted to her job that she had no time or interest in any sort of relationship. Hell, most of her coworkers and business associates weren’t even sure if she were straight or gay or what. He’d even heard rumors that some thought she must be asexual as there was never anything flirty or provocative about her dress, language or behavior.

Rob knew better. He knew that underneath that perfectly fitted business suit were two beautiful tits, barely covered by a silky bra, worn only for appearances. Moving his eyes down the curves of her body, he wondered which bra and garter set she was wearing ~~ ivory, peach, pale blue… When she had to wear underwear, they always matched.

Rob pictured the garter belt, how it framed her ass as she bent over, waiting for his touch, how the garters stretched down her thighs to the tops of her silk stockings. Turning her around in his mind, Rob saw the beautiful butterfly tattoo on Claire’s left hip, just above and to the side of her mons. The butterflies were so realistic that every time he went down on her, he almost expected to feel their wings…

Claire’s hand on his zipper as she knelt in front of him brought him out of his reverie.

“Everyone’s gone home,” as she eased the slider down.
“The doors are all locked,” her hand slid inside and eased out his cock.
“We’re all alone,” she looked him in the eyes, licked her lips, and opened her mouth…


Robin Michelle

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