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Monday, January 23, 2012

The Game - Part Two

The rain began to fall. The sound of it landing on the balcony tiles had Rhiannon opening her eyes.

She was lying in his bed, a simple white satin sheet draped over her naked body. She sat up, clutching the sheet in her hand, covering her body. She looked around, confused about where she was for a moment. Then it all came back to her.

She had left her humble dwellings of Australia to travel to California to be with him. He had charmed her like no man had before. As it was now, he was lying on his back, his mouth open in a silent snore. 

Carefully, Rhiannon swung her legs out of bed, her feet landing softly on the hardwood floors. She stretched, her blonde hair cascading down her back like a golden waterfall while her blue-green eyes danced with delight as she surveyed the room.

He had made love to her for most of last night, taking her to places she had never known before, making her feel things she thought she could only feel on her own. She glanced over her shoulder at him. He stirred in his sleep, wrestling with his pillow, probably dreaming it was her. She gave a soft chuckle as she walked into the bathroom, carefully closing the door behind her.

Rhiannon stared at her reflection. Her hair was wavy, unruly and her mascara had run slightly, smudging under her eyes. She reached into her small make-up bag and removed a hair clip. She piled her hair up and clipped it into place before turning her attention to the shower.

Once the water was running, and the temperature was just right, Rhiannon stepped in, the warm water rushing over her, refreshing her tired and aching body. She closed her eyes, her mind floating back to yesterday where she had teased him endless while they were at the beach. She had shown off her curvaceous body in an ice blue bikini that had made him make a beeline for the waist-deep water. Rhiannon smirked as she remembered him beckoning her to come out and join him.

She turned around, the water bouncing off her shoulders, droplets sliding over her ample breasts, sliding down her cleavage. She traced the line with her index finger, feeling the softness of her flesh. Her skin was turning pink from the heat of the water, but she didn't care. She was tired from their all night sexual marathon and yet, as she stood there, her hands cupping her breasts, squeezing her nipples, she felt highly aroused. 

The sound of the door closing had her eyes fluttering open. There he stood, naked, hair tousled, half asleep with a silly grin on his face. “Having fun without me?” he teased, pulling open the shower door and climbing in with her. Rhiannon smiled innocently and gave him a lingering kiss, her lips parting, her tongue teasing the tip of his.

When she broke the kiss, he was fully awake. She glanced down. Yes, he was fully awake. “You just looked so peaceful,” she said, her hand grazing lightly over his bronzed chest, feeling his muscles beneath her palm. “I didn't want to disturb you.”

He wrapped his hand around her waist, pulling her in closer to him, her hip bumping his erection. He nipped at the delicate flesh of her neck, his tongue lightly tracing circles over her skin causing Rhiannon to shiver. How was it that he always knew how to turn her on? 

A moan escaped her mouth before she realised it. He chuckled, his hands roaming over her body, feeling the curve of her hip, the softness of her breasts, the firmness of her ass.

Rhiannon's eyes snapped open. She had felt them change colour from deep blue to emerald green. She turned to stare at him. His dark eyes widened when he saw the wicked glint in hers.

Placing a hand on his chest, Rhiannon pushed him back against the wall, his back hitting the cold tiles. Her eyes locked onto his as she lowered herself to her knees, a faint smile playing on her features. With the water of the shower running down her back, she opened her mouth, her tongue teasing the head of his hard cock.

A strangled groan escaped from his mouth as his hand landed on her shoulder. Taking this as a good sign, Rhiannon took his entire length in her mouth while her hands fondled his balls, cupping them and giving them a gentle squeeze. She heard his moans of delight as her tongue swirled around his shaft, tickling the underside. His hand snaked its way into her hair, removing the clip then grasping the golden curls. 

Rhiannon pulled back and began stroking his length, her eyes locked onto his face, watching his reactions as she continued to tease him. She flickered her tongue across the sensitive head as his hips bucked towards her face. She repeated this last action, her hand still stroking him expertly. 

This time as he bucked his hips, Rhiannon opened her mouth, allowing him full access to her throat. Her eyes watered when her gag reflex kicked in, but still she took his whole length. 

His grip on her hair tightened as he begged her to suck him harder. She smiled and lightly grazed her teeth along his shaft creating a new sensation as she bobbed up and down, alternating between taking his full length to just sucking the head of his cock into her mouth.

His cock began to pulse. She glanced up, her eyes dancing with delight. He was close. She increased her grip on his member, her rhythm intensifying.

She winced as his grip on her hair tightened. She felt his whole body tense before a thick load of hot, creamy liquid filled her mouth. She began swallowing as he spewed forth his load, never once letting up, stroking and sucking him until he was dry.

His eyes fluttered open as her hand dropped away from his cock. He released his grip on her hair, glancing down to watch the blonde tresses glide delicately over his hand. Her eyes were on him as she licked the corner of her mouth before standing, her hair matted down her body by the pulsing water from the shower.

Pulling her closer to his body, he kissed her cheek, her neck and her collarbone. Rhiannon's eyes closed. She whimpered when he stopped.

“Game on,” he said, teasingly.


  1. Another erotica masterpiece sweeite! But I can't help this feeling of familiarity. I wonder why? ;-)

  2. "Game on" I love it. You can't leave it like this. We need another part. I have a suggestion, how about something kinky. I read over your Confessions Of A Slave story and realized that you should write something like that again.
    Very hot!

  3. Very sexual. You don't often focus on blowjobs when you write erotica, so I liked how that was the focus of this story.
    You're an amazing writer. Can't wait to see what else you come up with.

  4. Very sexy. Can't wait to see what's next for these two!

  5. There are almost no words in which to say "I wish I were him."

    Now that that's out of my system, let me just say, wow. Rhiannon Irons does it again, knowing what it takes to capture the attention of an audience and make them part of the story.

  6. The Game was amazing and now this...this was sensational. But I have to ask seeing as Rhiannon's name was used in this, is this based on real life? Because in The Game, only Phil's name was used. Does that mean your partner's name is Phil? When are we getting a new interview Trent because I want to know what the inspiration is behind these hot new stories.

  7. Jamie,
    You're in luck! I'm on my way to Australia in 2 weeks and my first point of call is sitting down with the lovely Rhiannon Irons again and grilling her with all the questions that fans of The Final Curtian would like an answer to.

    I will take a chance now and say that yes, this was based on real life. Rhiannon has stressed numerous times that she does write based on her actual life.

    I will be making an official announcement tomorrow night in regards to my trip and upcoming interview. Please send all questions to with the subject heading 'Rhiannon Irons Interview'

  8. Hello, very professional high level blog! thank you for sharing. Because of good writing, and I learned a lot, and I am glad to see such a beautiful thing. Sorry for my bad English. ?

  9. The story is about Rhiannon and a mystery man, but the first chapter is about Phil. The first comment on this page is from a Philip Castor. Is this the same guy? Because if so, DUDE YOU ARE SO FUCKING LUCKY!