Friday, December 21, 2012

#brainscribble - Erotica (Sticky With It)

I like to get sticky.

I could tell you weren't expecting it.  You are always such a gentleman when we go out, never assuming how the evening will end.  I have always appreciated that about you, always enjoyed the look on your face when I invite you inside, or agree to go back to your place.  It's so cute, that little flash of excitement, that mischievous grin, it's as if you won a prize and can't wait to receive it.

But last night was different.  Last night we both knew what was going to happen before we even left for the party.  I'll be honest with you; it was all I could do not to strip you of that suit the minute you showed up at my door.  God, you looked so good.  I love it when you come straight from work; you're all dressed up, those perfect pants, leather shoes, and starched-crisp shirts.  You fit so well into a suit all I want to do is take it off of you; it’s like unwrapping a present.

At the party, I couldn't stop watching you slide around the room.  It was exactly how you described it, all those bankers and brokers, everyone playing at civility even when you hate each other.  The women are just stuck there.  We are little more than arm candy, your little trophies that are supposed to sparkle under the chandeliers.  I don't mind as much as some, I like getting away with you.  You could take me anywhere and I would be happy.  I like the way you show me off, the little looks you give me from across the room that tell me what's really happening behind the smiles, handshakes, and quiet laughter.  I love to watch the people, watch them look around, watch their faces give away what they are really thinking when they think no one is looking.

You should know, every woman in the room watched you.  I caught more than a few glancing your way, checking out your ass, or just admiring the shape of you under that suit.  I would bet money that most of them would have paid to get away with you.  Your bosses wife linger on the back of you as you walked by.  I watched her eyes glaze over as she imagined what you look like out of that suit.  It was hot.  I kept coming up with stories for the scenes she was imagining.  But every cocktail I slipped off a passing tray made me more and more anxious to steal you out of there.

That cab ride back was difficult.  Just keeping my hands to myself and concentrating on what you were saying was almost exhausting.  All I could think about was touching you and you kept going on about all of the people at the party, all of the things that were happening just under the surface at the firm.  It was like I was barely there, but I was determined.  Smiling and nodding like I was listening, all I wanted was to tear your shirt open, and lick your chest.  I wanted to bury my face into your neck, smell your cologne, and nibble the skin just under your earlobe.  I wanted to feel your arms pull me into you. But you kept going.  I caught the driver’s eyes in the mirror and he gave a little shrug like he knew exactly what I was thinking, that I wanted to straddle you, spread my legs across you, and press your bulge against my soaking panties.

All of that is what made me do it.  All of that build up, that unrequited anticipation is what bubbled over the minute I closed the door.  I couldn't take it anymore.  All I wanted was you, your lips, your tongue, your skin, your heat against me.  That's why I did it.  Why I yanked you inside, pressed you against the wall, and tore your shirt open.  I couldn't control myself.

Buttons bouncing across the wood floor.  I keep running it over and over again in my mind.  It still makes me wet.  The way we kissed against the wall, the way your tongue and lips tasted like bourbon.  Your cock, as hard as I have ever seen it, was so thick and throbbing once I slipped it free of your zipper.  Every nerve in my body was on fire while you squeezed my tits through my dress.  I felt like I was going to explode, like I could barely breathe, like I wanted to crawl inside of your skin and become part of you.

You looked so happy when I started to kiss my way down your chest.  I had an orgasm just dropping to my knees.  I couldn't help it.  Kissing the ripples of muscle along your belly, my fingertips sliding along your skin, that fat dick twitching in front of me, I let go.

My fingers wrapped around the base of you, the tip of you between my lips, the swelling of your flesh as you slid deeper into my mouth - I'm wet just remembering the way you wrapped your fingers in my hair.  God, it felt so good, your cock sliding in and out, throbbing as you got closer and closer.  My pussy throbbing as you started to moan.  I knew you were about to come.  I looked up, pulled my arms out of my dress, and let my breasts slip free.  You grinned and then closed your eyes.

I slipped a finger into my dripping hole determined to come when you did.

God, you tasted so good, that first splash of hot, salty cum.  I swallowed and then showered my chest with the rest.  Every tug on your slick dick and another bolt of cum would spray the curve of my breasts. 

I like to get sticky.  And I know you loved it, watching me decorate my breasts with your dripping pleasure.  

I like to get sticky and let you watch me play with it, lick it off my nipples, swirl it around my skin.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

#brainscribble - Erotica (Expectation Pt. 2)

I dry off and put on a pair of black lace undies and a matching bra before wandering to the closet to pick out the perfect dress.  He'll be here any minute, I know, but I want something that stirs him the moment I open the door, something that immediately makes him want to unwrap me like a present on Christmas.  It has been two months since he has been in town and a day hasn't gone by that I didn't think about him, miss him, long for his touch.  There have been others but he is the one always haunting the back of my mind, lingering in a way that others don't or can't.

Fingers fumbling through the fabrics, sliding through the double row of bright colors - blouses, dresses, pants,  camisoles.  I can't find what I want.  I pull out a dress, hold it up, check myself in the mirror, and decide against it.  I slap the metal hook back on the rack and my eyes fall on the clock.  I have two minutes, maybe less, before the doorbell rings and he's standing there.  I grab a little black number, poly-rayon blend, it's low cut in the front and hits just about mid-thigh.  I grab the shoes I bought to match it, high, metal heels and lots of little straps.

I throw the dress over my head.  The fabric hugs me, outlines every curve.  I sit on the edge of the bed with the shoes.  I have always loved these shoes, so many straps winding around the ankle and up onto the calf.  I feel sexy just cinching the buckles tight.

Hair is next.  No time for something fancy, I comb it straight, twist it into a bun, and impale it with a long, jade hair pin he brought from China last year.  As soon as my fingers touch it, my mind tumbles back to the day he brought it for me.  The first time I used it.  The first time he slipped it out and my hair fell to my shoulders.

Our relationship is not a terribly complicated one. We met in an airport.  He is a pilot.  Tall, dark, and handsome in a Southern California high school football star kind of way.  If there is a pilot pinup calendar, he should be on it.

He likes black and white movies and a Highland Scotch - neat with a water back, the same way I do.  When our eyes met from across the room, he made his way over to me.  I was sitting at the bar waiting on a flight and he had just landed.

We stared at each other as he walked from the gate to my side.  It was instant magnetism.  We both knew the score before he made it half way.  He asked what I was drinking, a typical question when I am sitting at any bar, but his reaction to the answer locked us together in the way we are today.

"Did I tell you that you could drink my drink?"
"I didn't ask," I answered incapable of taking my eyes off his.
"You will from now on."

It's been over a year and I have seen him probably ten times.  I look forward to little else as much as the time we spend together.  Our relationship is unique in a way that thrills me.

My heart is racing.

The mirror reflects and I start to check for details that might be out of place.  It was a rush job but I need to look as close to perfect as possible.  I already have a strike against me, the glistening moisture between my thighs.

My eyes check the clock again.  He's seconds away, I can almost feel it.  I close the closet doors, straighten my glasses, and roll the lint roller over my shoulders.  As close to perfect as I'm going to get, I think as I take one more overall look at myself in the mirror.  Lipstick!  I rush to the dresser and grab a deep red, his favorite color and start to apply it.

I'm just smacking my lips together when the doorbell sounds.  It's him.  My breath catches, and I can hear my heart beating.  He's here.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Update, Lookout, and Almost Apology

Alright, I know many of you have been wondering why I haven't been on Google+, Twitter, and Facebook as much lately.  Every time I peek around the corner into those little internet worlds, I hear your grumblings, questions, and see the pouty-pout faces.  I would apologize for my sudden disappearance except I am not going to.  :)

Instead, I thought I would stop in here and send a note out to the all my friends, readers, followers, circle buddies, etc., and try to explain what has been going on.  Quite simply, I have been writing.  I have been working on two stories simultaneously, which is not as easy as it sounds or I expected.  Hopefully they will both make it to the shelves by the end of this year with any luck, but I am not letting them go until they are right which is taking up an enormous amount of my time.

These stories are going to be a little different.  To those of you who have been reading what I have published since July and here on the blog, this is going to be a bit of shock.  Both stories are a bit of a departure from the erotica I have been writing lately.  These stories are more character driven rather than sex driven.  Why the change?  No real reason, both had started out as simple erotica ideas, but both developed into something more while I sat and outlined and came up with character sketches.  These characters have stories that transcend (maybe that's not the right word) the simple story lines and/or scenes I have been putting out.  Simply, (and maybe a little crazy ) both protagonists were unhappy with the idea of a ten to fifteen thousand word short story.  Both (that's two characters in my head!), wanted more real estate than the short story.  So, one is going to be a series and one is going to be however long it takes to get her to shut up - could be a novella could be a full blown hundred thousand words.

It may sound like I am complaining, but I'm not.  It's nice to actually get into writing a more complete story, something closer to the literary fiction that I love to read.  Don't get me wrong, I love the little smut stories I have been putting out there.  I think they have their place in the spectrum and I have enjoyed writing them and hearing what you have thought. But these two are going a little different direction.  Are they erotica?  I am fairly sure, at this point anyway, that they are.  Both have an arc that points them in that direction.  The series' arc is based on an erotic theme and the story line winds around it.

The second story is constantly evolving which is a whole new experience for me as a writer.  I have character sketches that are pretty solid and working, but the outline is constantly changing.  As soon as I get something written, a good two or three thousand words, something will happen in the story that alters the future and I have to change the outline to accommodate.  I have never had a story morph in such a way, but it's exciting and I like nothing better than typing away on it.

There it is, my explanation for my absence, my writer's note that is supposed to get me excused from all of the social media.  :)  I am still around if anyone needs me, just drop me a line or catch me, if you can, when I pop up here and there.  Until I come out of these two projects, please enjoy what I have written since the beginning of summer and remember, I miss you all as much as you miss me.

Friday, September 7, 2012

#brainscribble - Erotica (Expectation Pt. 1)

I hear my phone chime and casually pick it up.  It's a text message from him, five words: "I am on my way."  My heart immediately jumps in my chest.  I look around my place for anything that looks like it might need straightening.  There's still a coffee cup on the counter and a saucer from my breakfast.  That will have to be cleaned and put away.  The couch pillows are not straight but everything else looks neat.  I will have to double check the bedroom, I think.

I look down at myself, still un-showered, sitting on the couch in a t-shirt and panties,and reading through my Twitter and Facebook.  I am in an unacceptable state.

The clock says ten thirty.  My thoughts fly through the math, I might have twenty minutes, depending on when the text was sent.  I jump off the couch and dash to the bathroom.  Showering is a must.  He's going to want me clean, smelling of soap, and ready.

I slip under the spray of the water and immediately think of it.  It has been a long time, two weeks, too long,  I have missed it but have said nothing.  It is mine but not on my terms.  I am only a follower, a disciple of its heft and weight, a worshiper.

The water slips over my skin and I think of masturbating but know that it will not please him to find me already wet and wanting.  That is his delight, drenching me, bringing me to the very edge of total bliss, and then pushing me off, over, and letting me fall into moans of delight.  I am forbidden from starting without him but that doesn't stop me from wanting to.  I feel the rebellion well inside me.  So many instructions, so many expectations.  I will be punished if I disobey.

I slide my hands over my breasts, under the curves of them as the water runs along me.  I cannot stop thinking about it and I can feel the warmth spreading through me.

My fingers move down my belly.  Part of me wants to stop them but the other part, the part that has my heart racing and my breath coming faster and faster while I imagine it, is stronger.  I am no match for my own desire.  I want to come.  I am already wet just thinking about it, the way it will stand and throb, eager for my attention.  The way I will worship it with every part of me.  I can't help myself.  I have to do it, have to reach down and spread myself open, let the water trickle between my lips, run over my most sensitive parts of me.

I close my eyes and spread myself.  It feels so good.  I am tingling all over.  I see colors behind my eyes as my fingertip crosses the swollen nub and swirls around it, mixing my own juices with the splashing water.

I slip a finger into my mouth and slide my tongue around it.  I want it to be him.  I want suck him in, feel him fill my mouth, listen to the deep moan escape his lips while I kneel at the alter of his manhood. My knees go weak.  I press my hand against the shower wall to steady myself.  I can wait no longer.

My finger slides down and pushes into the darkness.  I bite my lip as every muscle inside me tenses.  I know that if I move, it will happen, the lightning will bolt through me and rattle every nerve.  I hold my breath and press the finger deeper.  The pleasure surges through me, washes over me.  I am flushed.  I can feel the redness in my cheeks.  My hips move forward and I shiver and softly moan.

I will be punished for my disobedience but I do not care.  The expectation was too much and I know I have even more to look forward to.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

The Elizabeth Jacobson Series - A Paranormal Erotic/Urban Fantasy Thriller

The Elizabeth Jacobson Series - A Paranormal Erotic/Urban Fantasy Thriller

I have been getting a lot of questions and comments about the series over the last few days and I thought I would answer them here.

1. What is Paranormal Erotica?
Simply put, it's erotica that involves characters that are outside the "normal".  In the world the series is based in, vampires live among humans and have since the beginning of time.

2. The story has a lot of sex.
Yes it does.  I write a great deal of erotica and I thought the sex scenes in this book were fun - it adds a new element to the erotica.  The vampires in this series are much closer to human than in other worlds and universes that authors have created.  Mine have feelings, memories, etc. but they are considerably stronger physically and mentally due to the change.

3. What's it about?
 I have gotten four emails with this question or a slight variation.  The series follows the protagonist Elizabeth Jacobson who is, currently, an assassin - in both the human world and the vampire world.  She is just over a 150.

In Kansas City, where the beginning of the series is set, a hunter has been killing vampires by the truck load.  The local ruling council of vampires calls her in to "deal" with the situation.  The story moves on from there.

4. Do I plan to write more?  
Yes.  I have two parts finished and there will probably be four more, from what I can tell so far.

5. What is the title of the 2nd book? 
Ten Days of Death

6. Why is the second book more than the first?  
I priced the second book the way I did because it is considerably longer than the first book.  Simple as that.

Sunday, September 2, 2012

#brainscribble - Erotica (Tent Sex)

It's Saturday and the sky has been covered in gray clouds since breakfast.  The rain has been looming, daring us to go out, to attempt the hike up the mountain we planned yesterday.  We have both been watching it, looking up at the patches of sky between the giant trees that surround us, and then back at each other wondering silently what the other thinks of the chances.

I am packing up breakfast when the first drops start to fall.  They plink on the frying pan in my hands and then start to thump around us everywhere.  I look over at you and you are already scrambling, grabbing the things we have had out since we arrived and moving them under cover.  The raindrops are those big ones, the ones that you can feel, four or five times bigger than normal, but they are falling slow, bombarding us.  They are the warning shots of what's ahead, the scouts splashing here and there, one lands on my arm and explodes with a thump.

Thunder rolls across the sky and echoes through the trees around us.  You are moving this way and that, dashing around our little plot grabbing the first thing your eyes fall on and deciding where to put it.  You are like a cartoon character, everything is in fast forward.

I finish washing the pan and dash to the tent just as the sky lets go.  You are still moving the coolers, and cups, and paper plates but it's too late, your shirt is already starting to stick to you, staring to outline the muscles of your back, the curves of your shoulders.  You look up at the sky and then at me sitting in the doorway of the tent.  You shrug and smile.  The rain is turning the air gray.  There is no wind but the sound is almost deafening.  You are soaked.  Your shirt has become gray cotton skin, clinging to every contour of you while the rain splashes what was dust a minute ago into mud around your tennis shoes.

You run for the tent and dive in leaving only your feet outside the little door.   You kick off your shoes and wriggle in while I close the tent flap behind you.  You giggle and the tones immediately disappear in thunder of the rain on the tent.  A little trail of water is already pooling from your clothes.  I sit beside you and push your hair away from your forehead.  We laugh.  There will be no hiking today.  We are prisoners in our little cloth home.

You sit up and I take your shirt off.  The cloth is heavy, it drips as I scrunch it my hands and lift it over your head revealing your true skin, the skin that is stretched tight over you, the skin that outlines the sculpture that is your body.  I let my eyes trail over you.  I love your body.

I toss the shirt beside the door and lay my hand on your chest.  I can feel your heat beating under the muscles.  A breeze passes around us.  It's almost cold on my wet clothes.  You shiver under my touch and wrap your arms around me, pulling me close to you.

We tumble back onto the tent floor and our lips meet.  The thunder rolls across the sky and I slip on top of you, lay my body on top of yours, press myself into you while our tongues dance between our mouths.

You slide your hands along my back and under my shirt.  I love the way it feels, your strong hands on me, they way you move them and then grip me, holding me against you, the muscles of your arms squeeze me.  I'm so tiny compared to you.

Another breeze slips through the tent windows.  My back is cold except where your skin touches me.  I am warm against you.  I reach my hand down the front of us, I can feel you pressing against me, that bulge between my thighs.  I slip my legs onto the tent floor and lay my hands on the mound at your waist.  You are pressing against the zipper of your damp blue jeans.  I can feel you throbbing between my fingers.  Warmth spreads through me.  I almost shiver the way it moves down my body, stopping between my legs.

Your fingers run across mine and then you are unbutton the fabric and pulling down the zipper. I jump in and start to pull them down.  You wiggle back and forth, the denim is soaked and fights us.  I laugh at the sight of us while you grunt and groan and I pull the denim and your boxers free.  There it is, big and thick and throbbing.

The rain is thundering against the tent, the air is rushing around us.  Everything smells like damp leaves, the beginnings of fall, a million memories.  I can feel the twigs and stones on my knees through the tent floor.  I love the way it feels, being outside, here, with you.  I strip my shirt and toss it away.  I wrap my fingers around the base of you.  Your skin is so hot.  I want it.  I lick my lips and lower them toward you.  Even among the rain and thunder, I hear you softly moan.

Friday, August 31, 2012

Prevot's Erotic Fiction News!

It's been a super busy month!  Just wanted to pop in and let everyone know about the new stuff, the changes, and everything else.


I would really like to thank all of you who have read me, befriended me, followed me, retweeted me, circled me, liked me, etc. on all the social sights.  You guys are awesome and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.  This was a very scary experience for me when I started out, but it has become something that I love and you all made that possible.  THANK YOU!

I look forward to interacting with you all and I hope you love what I do.


Almost everything on Amazon has been dropped to .99 cents.  Yep, you heard it, almost everything is on sale.  So...go grab some and get to reading!


In an effort to get a little attention - you know I need all I can get, I posted The Nanny and The Neighbor for free.  I would love to hear what you think about it.  :)


Parts 1 & 2 of the Elizabeth Jacobson Stories came out this month!  That's Old Lovers, New Money and Ten Days of Death.  This series is getting interesting!  If you like urban, paranormal, adventure erotica - this series is right up your alley.

Katie's Failing Grade came out this month.  Starts off with the traditional Professor/Student relationship and then twists off into a little BDSM.  Very fun!

To Tell a Secret - A Taste of Amy's Whip came out early in August.  Super fun story that I am currently writing part 2 of.  Keep an out!

Thursday, August 30, 2012

#brainscribble Erotica

She’s lying on her back, pretending to be asleep, when he comes into the room.  The late summer breeze was too warm and she has already kicked the sheets off of her.  When she peaks through her eye lashes she can see him.  It’s hard not to smile, watching him stare down at her naked body sprawled across his bed. 
He’s wrapped, from the waist down, in a bath towel.  His hair is a damp, disheveled mess. 
She watches him, staring down at her.  The bulge behind the towel is growing.  A tingle sweeps over her.  She tries not to move, but she knows her nipples have gone hard.  She can feel them rising, stretching tight. 
He grins, remembers last night, the way she looked over her shoulder at him and arched her back on all fours. 
She sees him grin.  Does he know I’m awake?  She thinks.
The towel starts to spread, his cock pushing against the fold, pointing straight at her.
He takes a step forward and she holds her breath.  He leans forward and towel slips free.  She opens her eyes as his lips touch hers.
She reaches out, wraps her fingers around his throbbing mass, takes a hold of him like it was a handle.
He moans.
She wants it in her mouth, between her breasts, sliding in out of her.
He crawls onto the bed while she strokes him, their tongues dancing between their lips, the fire of last night still fresh between them.  He is going to be late for work and she is going to make it worth his while.  

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Ten Days of Death - Elizabeth Jacobson Stories (Vampire)

Ten Days of Death

The second installment of Elizabeth Jacobson's story is live on Amazon.  

Elizabeth Jacobson has teamed up the one of the city's finest police officer's to go over the hunter's file and the long list of murders.  Horrified by the brutality and cruelty levied on the vampires of the city, she is determined to find and end his killing spree, but the hunter has something else in mind, something special, just for her.

This one is quite a bit longer than the first one, but there was/is a lot of ground left to cover in this story.  Chapter 2 gives the reader a better look at Elizabeth as a character.  Following her around, we get to really understand who she is, what she is about, and a little bit of her back story.  This chapter also brings in another character, James, who is a member of the city's SWAT team.  He's been assigned to Elizabeth to bring her up to speed on the hunter.

I hope you enjoy it!  Please leave a comment on Amazon or here or Twitter if you do!

And now, the teaser...

A younger vampire came through the kitchen door and walked over to Red.  They spoke into each other’s ears but I couldn’t hear what they were saying.  Then Red made his way toward me with two full pints of beer.
“I thought you’d be taller,” he said, taking the chair opposite mine.“I’m wound pretty tight.”“Yeah,” he laughed, “you must be.  We’re connected, you know, you and I.”I folded the rest of the envelope’s contents and tucked them back inside.  I was about to reach for my beer when his words stopped me.
“Remember Robert Ghiles?”
I remembered immediately.It had been a quick job in Vegas.  Robert Ghiles had gotten in over his head with the wrong people.  He had killed two police officers that worked for the ruling Italian family.  He was under government protection as a witness for the prosecution.  They had called me to make him disappear.  It was almost a routine stop.  I was in and out in less than three days.
I suddenly saw the resemblance between the two men; they both had the same shape to their head, the same broad shoulders, and deep set eyes.  I could feel the anger coming off of Red in waves.
“I should kill you where you sit,” he growled.
Looking in his eyes, and doing my best to catch every detail, I could tell he was warming to the idea.
“It’s disgusting what you do, killing your own kind.”  The angrier he became, the quieter he seemed to get.  A few at the bar looked over, concerned.  This was going pear-shaped quick.  

Monday, August 27, 2012

Erotic Poetry - A Poem for a Monday

A Poem for a Monday

Come lovely
Lay your head between my thighs

Come lovely
Lift your hand to me

Come Lovely
Let me kiss you

Come lovely
It has been a long day

Sunday, August 26, 2012

New Prices at Amazon

I have been working to get the word out about my latest stories and collections, and things have been going pretty well.  You all have been awesome at resharing my Google+, Twitter, and blog posts.  So, thank you to all my fans!  As a token of my appreciation, I have LOWERED PRICES on a number of stories that I published back in July.

That's right, starting tomorrow, 08/27/12, a whole bunch of stories are going from $2.99 to .99 cents.  Yup, you heard me right, prices are going down.  Why?  Well, I love you guys and and I want more people to read my stuff, enjoy it, and get to know me as a writer.

Tell  your friends, pass me around, and share the love!  Can't wait to hear from you!



Friday, August 24, 2012

Elizabeth Jacobson Stories

If you don't know already, the first part of Elizabeth's story - Old Lovers, New Money is available for FREE on Amazon starting today - 08/23/12.  I decided to run a promotion to build some buzz for the next installment in the series Fight or Flight which is almost done.

Those of you who haven't read it yet, can pick up the first part here: Old Lovers, New Money.

I really wanted to break away from the traditional vampire works that have come out over the last year or so - not because I didn't like them, but because I wanted my own world and my own characters.  I wanted to use the idea of a vampire as a sketch or an outline at best.  I didn't want Elizabeth to have all of the privilege and breaks that modern vampires seem to get.  She gets a few of the traditional things, she's stronger, faster, she can reach inside your head and fuck with your thoughts, but my vampires are easily killed, which is something I think most writers don't like.

The stories also have some pretty blatant sex scenes.  In the first story, Elizabeth seduces Mark, the bellboy.  I don't pull any punches in the sex scenes the same way I don't pull any punches in the fight scenes - I think it all adds to the story and makes it different and, hopefully, more appealing.

I also wanted to balance her and the story out a little bit.  I wanted to create a world that kept the reader asking questions and then slowly answer them as I went along.  Yes, I wanted her to be a bad-ass, but once I started writing her, I noticed that she was a different kind of character than I had ever written before.  She's strong and clever, but there is more to her than just that which I think is really fun.

Let me know what you think.  :)

#fuckmeright - Lesson #4


I am going to lie down on the bed, completely naked, and on my back.  No, you can’t get in with me.  I am in charge this time.  This isn’t your lunch hour and I don’t want a quickie.  No, I want this one to last.  No, don’t take off your pants.  Just stand there for a second.  Can’t I just look at you for a minute?  I love the way you look. 
Now get undressed.  Do it slowly.  Give me a show.  Yes, you can be silly.  Why does sex always have to be so serious?  Yes, you should have taken your shoes off first.  No, you can’t fit them through your pant legs. 
Wow, look at you.  I love to look at you naked.  You’re so hard.  Your cock is so big.  You’re excited aren’t you?  You just want to put that thing in me don’t you?  Slide it through my slick darkness until I envelope you completely and start to move against you?  It’s all you can think about isn’t it? 
Nope, climb onto the bed, but don’t touch me. 
Now kiss my ankle.  That feels good.  Now up to my knee.
No, keep your hands to yourself, mister.
Oh, it almost tickles.  Now do my thighs, kiss them back and forth.  I want to feel…yes, your hot breath, and your soft lips on my skin.  Take your time. 
Now move to my belly.  Wow, your cock is hard.  I love the way it’s thumping against my legs as you move.  It’s so hot.  Keep going.  Kiss around my belly.  Suck on my piercing, gently tug on it.  God, that feels good.  I’m getting wet now.  I can feel it. 
Come up here and play with my breasts.  Yes, these, the ones I keep massaging while you watch.  Kiss around my nipples.  Drag your rough little tongue around each one.  Now blow on them.  Oh, that sends shivers through me.  Oh look, I can see your cock down there.  God, you’re hard.  No, don’t you dare try to stick…
Yes, bite on my breasts.  Nibble around them. 
Do you want to see how wet I am. 
Here, give me your cock.  Feel that?  Mmmm…that feels so good, the tip of your cock swirling around my clit.  I could come just from that, but not yet. 
Kiss my lips; slide your tongue into my mouth.  Tell me with kisses how much you want me to spread my legs and let you take me.
Kiss my neck. 
Lay your weight on top of me. 
Here, set your cock between my thighs.  Yes, let me squeeze it.  No, don’t start moving yet.  You’re not done teasing me. 
Now back down in reverse order until your tongue reaches my wet little mound.  There, that’s right.  Mmmmm…remember how I showed you?  God, that’s it.  Lick me.  Spread me with your tongue.  Suck on my clit.  Yes!  Slip a finger in me. Oh, that feels good.  
Turn around and I will suck your cock.  Go ahead, spin around.  I want you in my mouth; I might even let you come as long as you don’t stop teasing me.    

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

The Neighbor Pt. 1

Mathew stuck his head around the shower curtain and looked me over while I stood under the spray.
"Have a good day, babe," he said.
I walked toward him, running my hands down the length of me as I did, doing my best to be provocative.
He grinned.
I kissed him and slipped my tongue into his mouth.
"No, not today," he whined, pulling away.
I whipped the shower curtain back and looked him over from head to toe.  He looked good all dressed up in his lawyer uniform, like a Ken doll before he plays with Barbie.
"Well, I tried," I sighed, putting on my best sad face.
It had worked before.  I had gotten him to strip his suit off, hang his jacket on the towel rack and climb in with me, but he was having none of it this morning.

He gave me a peck on the cheek and then left.  I heard the door close a few minutes later as I ran my soapy poof across my chest.  My nipples were hard.  I couldn't help it, I had woken up horny but it wasn't until Mathew had been standing in the middle of the bedroom.  He had one sock on and was looking for the other in his drawer when I opened my eyes.  I grabbed his butt and pinched it, but he had already gotten out of the shower and I had missed my window of opportunity to get laid.

I was rinsing off, dousing my hair in the spray when I thought I heard the front door open and close.  I stepped out of the stream and listened, hoping to hear Mathew's footsteps, his expensive shoes, clacking down the hall.  But I didn't hear anything.  I shrugged my shoulders and continued to rinse my hair, running my hands through the long blonde curls, trying to get all of the conditioner out.

The shower curtain moved, I felt it brush against my arm.  I opened my eyes and there were long fingers with red painted nails, wrapping around the curtain's edge in front of me.  Then a long, tan leg was stepping in.  I wiped my eyes and felt my heart start to beat a little faster, not from surprise, but from the knowledge that I was about to quench my lust, slake my thirst for an orgasm.

Amelie stepped into the shower with a grin that made every part of me catch fire.

I stepped toward her and pulled her into me, crushing our breasts together.
"Good morning," I said.
"I thought he would never leave!" She said, moving her lips toward mine.

Amelie was my friend who lived across the hall.  We had spent more than a few nights in each other's beds, but since Mathew and her boy Jonathan, we hadn't seen each other much.  We had been fucking every once in a while for over a year.  I had first bumped into her just after I had moved in, she was carrying in groceries and I was taking out the recycling.

She invited me in for a glass of wine.  We finished one bottle and then started another.  We talked about our jobs, our plans for the future, our favorite movies, our old boyfriends.  We just sort of hit it off, we had so much in common.

I had started to really examine her after the second glass of wine.  She had gotten up to get another bottle and I stared at her ass, sashaying away from me.  It was round, and her ass cheeks were perfectly outlined in the jeans she was wearing.  She looked good, really good.

"You have a lovely ass," I said, wondering how I had suddenly heard my own thought.

She turned and looked at me with a little grin across her full lips.

"Thanks," she said, "I think your breasts are amazing."
Once she made it back to the couch, our desire took over.  In three minutes, we were both naked and she was sucking on my nipples.  We had been fuck buddies ever since; satisfying each other whenever one of us needed a good orgasm.

I bit her earlobe and stepped back, letting the spray fall over us.  

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Katie's Failing Grade

This is the new story I have been working on for awhile now.  It features Katie, one of my favorite recurring characters as she attempts to get the attention of a professor she has been after since the beginning of school.  

It starts out hot and stays hot all the way through.  Here's a sneak peak.

I turned on the water and felt it run over my skin. I grabbed the little wand and soaked my hair. I watched as the hot water ran down my skin and over my breasts in little rivulets before they fell. The feel of it brought a flash from the dream, his fingertips tracing my arms as he stood behind me. Just the memory of that feeling made my breath catch and my heart sputter a little. I closed my eyes and imagined that we were showering together. I could see his wet mop of hair, the water as it ran through the salt and pepper curls on his broad chest, his penis standing at attention, pressing against my belly while he leaned down and kissed me under the spray.
After her plan goes into action and she finally makes it to class in an outfit that her and her roommate Max put together, things take a turn.

Was he getting as turned on as I was? I imagined his rod straining against the zipper of his chinos. I felt the heat between my legs start to rise, my pulse quicken, while I worked my mouth on the candy. I pushed the lolli back inside and put my hands on my knees, I couldn’t help myself.  As soon as I moved, he glanced up. I grinned and slowly pushed my legs apart. 
The rest?  Well, things take a bend a little further when she figures out the the professor she has been after has a plan for her as well, one that involves his assistant and their BDSM relationship.

#fuckmeright - Lesson #3

Going Down

I know you like it when I suck your cock, when I slip your throbbing hardness between my lips, slide you deep into my mouth, and run my tongue along the most sensitive part of your body.  I know you like it, because I keep doing it until you let go, until your hot essence splashes inside and I have to swallow.  Now it’s your turn.  I want you to go down on me.  I want your tongue the same way you want mine.  I am going to guide you this time though, show you just how I like it.

I want you to trail your kisses down my body.  Start at my neck and slowly descend.  Kiss each breast, move your lips around the curves, around the underside.   Yes, you can lick and suck my stiff nipples, I know you like to, but don’t stop there, keep moving. 

Trail your lips down across my belly.  God, they feel so good, your breath so hot on my skin.  Keep going, lower, move around my waist, across each thigh.  See that look on my face, hear that sound I keep making, that little purrs and gentle moans?  Yes, those are your directions, keep going.  Here, let me spread my legs a little so you can lick the inner part of my thighs.  Oh, yes!  Just your tongue and breath down there sends shivers through me.

Yes, take your time and move toward me, I am ready now, wet for you, eager.
Use your fingers and open me, spread my lips.  Mmmm, there.  Do you like that?  Do you like my pussy all open and wet for you?  I can feel the air rush across me.

Stroke me with your tongue, lick me from bottom to top, spread your tongue wide and press it against me.  Oh, it’s so rough on my smooth skin, don’t stop, keep going.

I can’t help it, moving my hips with your tongue, I want more.  I want to fuck your mouth the same way you like to fuck mine.  

Do it now.  Stop at my clit, my swollen nub.  Stop and lick around it.  Feel it?
Oh, right there.  Oh, don’t stop.

Press against it with your tongue.

Fuck that feels good. 

Suck it between your lips the way I take the tip of your dick into mine.

Now use your fingers.  That’s right, bring your hand up, I need something inside of me while you suck on my swollen, little clit.  Yes.

Slide it around in my juices.  Mmm…just like that.  Dip it into me.  Slide it into me slowly, let my cunt stretch around it.  Yes, like that, move with my hips, follow my rhythm and finger fuck my dripping gash.  Go ahead, slide another one in, make it two more. I’m getting close, lick me again, drag your tongue along me and then come back to my clit.
Faster.  Suck me, lick me harder. 
Oh, yes, let me fuck your fingers, grind you deep inside.  Yes…I’m coming now.  Suck me, press your tongue against it, mash it down, oh fuck yea, oh

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Saturday, August 11, 2012

#fuckmeright - Lesson #2

In defense of the missionary position.

I know you like to watch.  I know you like me on top; my breasts dangling, my hair sweeping around your face, the view of our hips grinding against each other.  I know you like it when I lean over and my hard nipples brush against your chest.  I know you like the way it feels when I straddle you; when I sit back against your thighs, arch my back, and start to milk your cock while you hold onto my hips.  I can see it on your face, in your eyes, you like to lay there and watch my tits bounce with every thrust. 

But I want you on top, at least for one orgasm.  You have to understand, I don't need to watch, I need to feel.

Let me lay down on my back and spread my legs wide.  Yes, that's your invitation.  There, feel that?  Feel how hot and wet you make me?  Go ahead, slide that throbbing cock into my quivering darkness.  Yes, push it in, deeper, oh, deeper still.  God it feels so good.  Now kiss me.  Lay your body forward and kiss my neck.  I want the weight of you on top of me, skin to skin.  I want your strong arms on either side of me.

This is the only position where we have the most contact, where I can feel you inside of me, on top of me, wrapped around me.  You need to watch, but I need to feel.  I need to run my hands around your shoulders while you thrust.  I want to grab the muscles of your ass as you grind into me.  I want to feel you, all of you.  Yes...faster.  I want to drag my nails across your back as I feel you swell and my own juices start to gush.

Don't stop fucking me, just keep that in mind.

Friday, August 10, 2012

#fuckmeright - Lesson #1

Lesson #1

I want to be handled, I don't know why you think I don't.  Is it my size? Because I am so light in your arms that I can wrap my legs around your waist while you drive your cock into me?  I could tell you were holding back when I was pinned against the wall.  I could tell you wanted to lift me up and down, drag me on and off your thickness, impale me on your hot rod; but you didn't.

Listen, I love to fuck you.  Trust me, there's a reason my cunt is always dripping wet when you get there.  But I want you to grab me, I want you to hold me, squeeze me, and stop pretending like you are going to break me while we're fucking.  Trust me, your cock isn't that big and when I moan and tell you to fuck me, I expect you to fuck me, not just go faster - that's what the word "faster" is for.  I know how to stop you if I want.  

Now, when our bodies are tangled again, and I know they will be, I want you to let go.  I want you to get lost in the sensation of my gash milking your cock while I bite the soft skin along your neck.  Stop thinking of me as fragile.  It's like a math equation, it's equally proportional, the more turned on you are by me and what I am doing, the more turned on I am by your reaction.  

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Thursday, August 9, 2012

Mighty Mac Pt. 3

His cock was so hot as I lowered my head onto him, swallowing his girth as far back in my throat as I could.  I could feel the car's speed changing, his foot on the break reacting to what I was doing to him.  I inhaled his scent and dragged my tongue along him.  I love to suck cock.  I love how sensitive it is, how you can lick it and then blow along the skin and watch a man's face glow with pleasure.
"Oh baby," he moaned, taking his hand off of my head. "God, that feels good."
I slowly pulled up, letting his now wet cock back into the open while I toyed with the tip, letting my tongue circle the bulging head, tickling him.  I licked my hand and wrapped my fingers around the base of him so I could jerk him while I teased.
"You like that?" I asked.  
"Don't stop," he purred, turning into a curve, the engine racing while the tires gripped and leaned our bodies toward the door.
"Come for me," I whispered.  "I want you to let go."
A clear bead of precome glistened around the tip of his cock as I stroked him.  I licked it off and closed my eyes, knowing how close he was, knowing that his own orgasm was just about to happen.  I could feel mine closing in.  I pushed two fingers into my dripping gash.  I couldn't stop myself, I could feel it like a weight in my chest, the inevitability of it.

I went at him anew.  I bobbed my head up and down on him, fucking his cock into my mouth, feeling him pulse as he got closer, his hips beginning to thrust him deeper and faster.

I spread my legs as wide as I could and stretched myself with another finger as I moaned around his thickness.  He was breathing faster and I could feel the pressure moving up the length of him as he clenched and cock swelled in my mouth.

My nose was reaching his pubic hair, his cock was at the back of my throat, and there were three of my own fingers gripped in my quivering darkness when he came.

He moaned and pumped his hips into my mouth while he pulsed bolt after bolt.  I swallowed as fast as I could, but the hot, sticky liquid rolled past my lips.  It felt so good; his orgasm and a mouth full of his essence.  I pulled off, catching my breath, and a splash laced my cheek.  He was coming hard and just watching the last few milky drops slide down his shaft sent me over the edge.

I closed my eyes and fucked my fingers into me, feeling my own juices slide into my hand.

Sunday, August 5, 2012

The Mighty Mac Pt.2

The car pushed me back in my seat and I pushed my feet against the floor giving him room to move his fingers.  I was coming, I could feel my juices flow as the everything inside of me contracted, it was a sunburst.
"Ahhh..." I moaned, feeling his hand move against everything inside of me.
"Oh," he said, smiling over, "you just came didn't you?"
He snatched his fingers out and immediately stuck them in his mouth licking my cum off; my body jolted as his skin slipped out of me.  I watched his tongue suck my glistening juice and slid my hand onto the enormous bulge in his shorts.

His cock was facing the wrong way and straining against the cotton fabric.  I wrapped my fingers around it and squeezed watching his face react.  I love to watch his face when I turn him on.  His eyebrows furrow like he's angry, but his breath catches and there's a little grin at the edge of his mouth.  Everything inside of me goes crazy when he looks like that.  It's so hot, it turns me on, just watching him enjoy what I do to him.

I slid my hand under the leg of the shorts and found the tip of his cock sticking out from his boxers.  I rolled my fingertip around it and felt him swell under my touch.

"I'm driving," he said, making sure not to look at me.

This only caused me to scoot as far as the damnable bucket seat would let me and then stretch over to suck his earlobe into my mouth my while I slipped the rest of my hand up his boxer leg and wrapmy fingers around the remainder of his cock.

He shifted in his seat giving me some room and I started to pump him along his thigh.  His skin was so hot, stiff, and throbbing.  "What's the matter?" I whispered, "you don't think you can drive and cum in my mouth at the same time?"

He glanced over at me and I felt him pulse in my hand.  I reached over with my free hand and slowly pulled down the zipper on his shorts.

I used both hands and freed him through the ridiculous slot in his boxers until the wealth of his cock was exposed, stiff and throbbing in front of the steering wheel.  I wrapped my fingers around the base of him and started to tug while I whispered in his ear.

"Oh, you are so hard.  You can't wait can you?  My tongue slithering around your cock while you fuck my mouth, are you going to come for me?  Are you going to let me swallow your hot come?"
I pulled my skirt up and moved my panties to the side, just so he could see my swollen pussy lips covered in glistening cum.  I shivered as the fabric brushed across me.  I was ready to come again.  He looked over and then ran two fingers between my lips.  I moaned and closed my eyes as he did, there is nothing like his rough fingers on my sensitive skin.

I leaned over and slipped him between my lips as he moaned and tangled his fingers in the hair on the back of my head.

Friday, August 3, 2012

To Tell a Secret

To Tell a Secret - A Taste of Amy's Whip

The new story is out tonight!  This one is a little different than the other stories I have written.  Here's a sample and, as always, you can click the title to go get the whole thing - it's less than a buck!

Brian clamped his eyes closed enjoying the relief and the hot wetness of her mouth.  This was more like it, he thought, feeling her tongue slash around his stiffness.
She pushed him in deeper, swallowing as she drew him in, feeling him pulse in her mouth.  She knew it was close, the explosion of milky essence but she was determined to keep it at bay and slid him back into the open.
“You want me to let you come, don’t you?”  She suddenly imagined him on all fours, a leather collar around his neck attached to a leash in her hand, his head buried between her thighs.  The character wanted to play.
“Yes,” he said, opening his eyes, “please.”
“Oh,” Amy grinned, “Are you begging now?”  She slid her grip up and down him, tugging him while she let the tip of her tongue circle the tip of his gland.
“Please,” Brian said, moving his hips forward, wanting her to suck him in again, let him come in her mouth.
This is torture; he thought staring down at her, taking in her little grin of power, the grip she had on his manhood, and the last water droplets sliding down her breasts.  But it’s the best kind of torture.
“I like it when you beg,” Amy said, basking in the control.  She moved her head back as he slowly moved toward her, fucking the grip of her fingers.  “What if I say no?”  She slid back down to the base of him and squeezed him tight again, watching every muscle in his body go rigid.
“Please…” his voice was beginning to plead.  The look on his face said he had been pushed further than he was used to, he was uncomfortable, but Amy couldn’t stop herself.
She kept slowly jerking him as her own climax approached.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

The Mighty Mac Pt. 1

So, today while we were on our way to Drummond Island, he was driving, and I was sitting beside him, playing with my camera and my phone.  He reached over and laid his hand on my leg.  I gave it a little squeeze and then took a picture of the bridge through the windshield.

I don't know how much you know about Mackinac, but there is a huge bridge, bigger than the Golden Gate according to my Google search while on said bridge, that goes into the Upper Peninsula.  The bridge has two lanes, one each way, that are made of metal, like a grating, and the tires hum when they drive over it.  His little sports car actually vibrated.  I leaned forward in my seat trying to get the entire bridge support into the shot and I could feel the vibrations move up my legs and into my thighs.  I looked over at him and grinned.  

He glanced away from the road and saw me.  "What?"  
"This bridge,"  I said, biting my lower lip, "it's like a giant vibrator."
Instantly, he slid his hand up my leg and under my skirt.  I closed my eyes as the seat of the sports car vibrated and his fingers rubbed my clit through my cotton panties.
"Go faster," I said, moving my hips against him as he swirled around my swollen flesh.
He has always followed instructions well, and in a flash, he pushed down on the gas and the vibrations coming through the car changed pitch while his fingers moved my panties aside and parted my lips so he could drive two fingers inside me. 

I opened my eyes as the second massive support of the bridge rolled over our heads.  "Oh, don't stop," I said, grinding my hips and fucking his fingers.

"You better hurry and let go, the toll booth is coming up," he said, starting to slow the car.
"Don't stop," I said. 
"I have to," he countered still spreading his fingers deep inside me while I fucked my hips against him. 
"You can stop the car, but don't stop..." 
"That'll be four dollars, sir."  A voice came from my left and I snapped my head toward the man who was looking over at my copain's hand buried in my cooze. 
"Oh," I said, tugging the skirt over his hand while he continued to move his fingers and hand the officer-looking guy some cash. 
"Thank you.  You two have a super day."
"Yeah, thanks."  He said, crushing the gas and spinning the tires as I started to feel the first waves of the orgasm wash over me.

I pushed down on the seat giving him room to push them deeper.

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Inside Peek at New Story

Have been working on the new story quite a bit and haven't had much time for Google+ and Twitter so I thought I give you all a little tidbit of what this one is about.  Hope you enjoy!
The rest of the evening was a long ride into territory that Amy would never completely return from.  She wore the corset and a black mask that she originally thought looked like the lone ranger, and when she had seen herself in the mirror, the curves of her chest, her long legs, and the mask; something inside of her changed.  She liked the way it felt, this character inside of her.  She looked over at Tim who was neatly folding his clothes and stacking them on the floor next to the wall, his naked body, a little pale but in good shape; his cock wasn’t hard, but she knew it would be long when she got it there.  She slipped on the black high heels she had worn to his house because they matched everything else and tried to put herself in the mindset of a master.  Even though she loved the way she felt in the costume, the skimpy leather and the odd mask, the word itself made her feel uncomfortable, like stumbling on a thing you didn’t understand but knew that it was powerful and deserved some inherent amount of respect.
Timothy, fully naked and standing beside his stack of neatly folded clothes, turned and looked her over.  “You look so dangerous,” he grinned.  “You are going to have to help me chain myself to the wall.  That’s where you keep me when you are away.  I am your slave, mistress,” he said.  “You can do whatever you want.”
She stood there staring at his naked body for more than a minute while she tried to figure out how she felt and what to do.  Something inside her was pushing her forward, something that excited her.
She picked up the riding crop and started to walk toward him.  She realized that her steps were in a perfect line, one foot clicking in front of the other.  The corset was snug on her skin, tight across her mound.  She looked down at her tits bouncing with every footfall.  She felt sexy and her cunt started to warm under the leather.  She examined Tim hanging against the wall, and dragged the end of the crop along his strong, wide back, tracing the little red lines left by mistresses that had obviously been there before.  He shivered under the feel of it, the tool moving along his back as if he wanted her to strike him, to leave another line.  Her heart was racing.  She was thrilled; she could feel it in her chest.
“Why did you get these?” She asked, shocked that her voice was quiet but strong, that she had found this new character’s voice.
“I disobeyed,” Tim said.
“What were you told not to do?”
“I was told not to watch,” he said quietly.
“And you did?”  Amy put the tip of the crop between his legs and tapped the inside of his thighs until he spread them apart.
“I did.”
“Why?” She asked as she wrapped her fingers around his cock.  “Why did you disobey?”
Tim looked into her eyes and a little grin lit across his face, his excitement at her acceptance was impossible to hide.  “Sometimes I am bad,” he said.

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Sunday, July 29, 2012

Can't Help Myself

They were both in front of me on all fours.  "I can't believe you didn't text me!" I said putting my foot on Brian's back and swatting his naked ass with my crop while Jason watched.  "What are you looking at?"  I swatted him across the forearm hard enough to make him wince.

Friday, July 27, 2012

The Stranger

I had seen him the night before; sitting in the hotel lobby and reading a paper.  He was in his mid-thirties, with dark hair, a pressed, long sleeve button up, dress pants, and expensive shoes.  I imagined he was a banker, except his skin was tan from long days in the sun.  We were checking into the hotel, Brad and I, and while Brad talked to the man behind the counter, I couldn’t help myself. 

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Max and Katie Put on a Show

This story is the follow up to Max and Katie Meet Tom; which, if you haven’t read, you probably should as it is the introduction to Max and Katie.
I originally wasn’t sure if I would go back to Max and Katie – they have both featured in other stories some in the first collection (Max, Katie, and Amelie) and some on their own.  They have become my go to cast because each of them is so different. 

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Katie and Max are at it again...

Do to the number of requests I received for another Max and Katie story, I started working on the next chapter in their sordid adventures.  This one picks up exactly where the last one left off - Max just finished off Katie with her nine inch vibrator named Tom.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Sex In The Shower

My hands were pressed against the glass as the water splashed over my skin.  I could feel his cock behind me, his fingers spreading my

Sunday, July 22, 2012

The Hotel

The three of us were sitting at the hotel bar talking.  I don't even remember how it started.  She was driving up into Canada, we were staying on the island.  All three of us were pretty hammered.  Thomas, my fiance, kept looking down at her cleavage which was impossible not to look down at.  She had perfect tits, I mean, even I couldn't blame him.  They were big and round, and the bra she had on, had them standing up and bubbling over her blouse.  She even caught me staring at them a couple times, smiled, and threw a glance at my chest.

We were both in our twenties, she was a little younger, but we were both in good shape, and I could tell she wasn't opposed to the idea of a woman's face buried between her legs, a woman's tongue swirling around her clit; especially when there was the possibility of a hard cock somewhere near by.

We were the only three left there at the bar when the bartender swung by, topped us off, and said he would be closing in a few minutes.  My boyfriend looked at me and I could tell he wanted to ask me something.  He had the mischievous grin on his face that he wears when he is trying to tell me that he is perfect drunk; the kind of drunk that is going to fuck me for forty-five minutes with a cock so hard it could cut glass and is going to give me double digit orgasms while he pumps away like a machine.  I looked over at her, finishing her last drink, and noticed a little air of disappointment.  I felt bad that she was alone, that she would be all alone in her big room while I was getting my brains fucked out.

"Come with us," I heard myself say before I realized it.  "Come back to our room."

My fiance's smile widened while she looked at me like she was unsure of what I had just said.  I felt the liquor swirl in my head and reached out to touch her arm.  "Come on, this will be fun.  He's perfect drunk,"  I said and slipped my arm around his arm, "and he can wear us both out."  I glanced up at Thomas and winked.  "How about it?"

Her eyes went over my body and then over Thomas' and she smiled.

Five minutes later, all three of us were barging into our hotel room.  We barely cleared the door before Thomas wrapped his arms around her and pulled her body against his as he kissed her.  It was such a turn on watching her body react.  I slipped my top off and then pulled down her skirt revealing a little g-string.

She stepped out of the fabric while her tongue tangled with Thomas and his big hand squeezed her breast.  I watched them kiss and felt the juices between my own legs.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Friday, Last Day For a Freebie

To generate a little buzz and, hopefully, get a little feedback, I am offering a coupon today (07/20/12) for my latest erotic short story - Working Under Ms. Stevenson over at Smashwords.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Brain Scribble

#brainscribbles  We are fresh from the beach and the sand is still sticking to our feet.  I put you in the chair in our bedroom and tell you to stay, like I would a rowdy puppy that I am training.

You grin, that devilish little grin that makes me warm all over.  I step back, far enough way that you can see all of me but can't reach me.  I want to strip for you, slowly take this little piece of cloth off and watch your eyes devour me; but I want to do it slow, I want to turn you on, watch you get all excited as I slowly unwrap myself - first my breasts, then...  Go ahead and grab the camera, you are probably going to want to remember this.

Untitled Project

Well, I have gone and done it.  I have started my first romance novella which I hope to write into a series.  It's a serious break from my normal scribbles and,

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Working Under Ms. Stevenson

Working Under Ms. Stevenson

This story is one of the longest pieces of erotica I have ever written.  Clocking in at 9,990, this tale follows Amelie, a reoccurring character, as she starts a temporary assignment with a law firm.  It was interesting to actually write about Amelie in the third person, to take an objective look at
her rather than the first person view like her other stories.  With this style and approach, I was able to flesh her out and learn, not only what she has been doing, but how she thinks in a situation.    

Her boss in the story, Ms. Stevenson, is a partner at the law firm that is currently responsible for the largest case in the firm's history.  Although the story only briefly touches on the case itself, we learn that it involves a pharmaceutical company and the federal government, we know the case is tearing Ms. Stevenson's life apart and turning into one difficult person to deal with.  Everyone who meets Amelie on the first day wishes her luck.  

The story starts on Amelie's first day of the a two week assignment.  During that day, the story starts to hint at couple of different angles.  Not only do we get to hear about how Amelie handled her last boss when he was a little touchy-feely, but we learn that Ms. Stevenson is a dominant.  She demands complete obedience, and this evolves into the stories overall arc.  

On day two, we learn that there is chemistry between the two and that is also Amelie's  and Ms. Stevenson's first lesbian experience, which is always fun to write.
Amelie, kneeling on the floor with the paper in her hand, stared up at her boss.  She was still a little stunned by what was happening, but she liked it.  She liked the idea that Ms. Stevenson was getting turned on by her obedience.  She thought of all the men she had seduced, all the men she had pushed to the very edges of their limitations before giving them release, but this was somehow better, more sensual, more exciting.
It was the one thing on her list.  She had never been with another woman.  Her heart was racing.  She wondered what they would do, how Ms. Stevenson would handle her, what she would demand her to do.
Jane stared down at her and watched a little grin of recognition trace itself across her lips.  She was excited and scared at the same time.  She wanted the little assistant kneeling on the floor in the middle of her office more than she had ever wanted anyone.  She wanted to live all of the fantasies she had the night before.  It felt almost wrong, ordering the young woman to fulfill her sexual desires, but she didn’t care, she craved it, she needed it.  She blinked and tried to remain as composed as possible.  It was important to maintain control.
“What else?”  Amelie asked.  “What else do you want me to do?”
“Come here,” Jane said.

It is my first venture into light fetish, the master and servant, side of a sexual situation.  I was intrigued by the psychology behind the servant and the master relationship, especially between two characters that seemed to be exploring and trying to understand it as well.  

As always, click the posts title to check out the story and feel free to find me on Google+, Twitter, or email.

Because I love is another little tidbit.

Amelie stood facing Ms. Stevenson.  She pulled the elastic on her panties away from her skin and slowly shimmied out of the lace until it fell to her ankles and she kicked it away.  The room was cold but her skin was on fire.  She could feel herself getting wetter with every direction Ms. Stevenson gave.  If she had been at home, alone, she would have already buried three fingers in herself and fucked her hips against them until she went over the edge; but here, the delicious pressure just kept building.
“Are you wet?”
Jane’s question caught her by surprise but she answered quickly.  “Yes,” she whispered, her voice was throaty and dry.
“Show me,” Jane said.
Amelie’s hand slipped between her legs and her breath caught in her throat just from the touch.  She closed her eyes and felt the orgasm get closer.  She laid her fingers on her muff and slowly pealed her lips open for Ms. Stevenson to see.