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

Pssst...want more of my #fuckmeright series?  Drop a comment and I'll keep warming you up, showing you what a woman really likes and how to make her come.  

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.  

This post can also be found on Google+ under the hashtag #fuckmeright.

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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