Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Joke of the Day

The New Boots

An old farmer went out and bought a new pair of boots. He was really proud of these boots too and couldn't wait to show his wife.

He got home and she was in the kitchen washing dishes. He stood with a huge smile on his face and asked, "Notice anything different

She turns and looks him over. "Nope."

Frustrated, he goes to the bedroom and takes off everything except the boots and goes back into the kitchen.

"Notice anything now?" 

"All I can see is your limp dick. It was that way yesterday and it'll be that way tomorrow."

"Yes, but look at what it's pointing to. My new boots."

"Huh," she replied. "you should have bought a hat Marv, you should have bought a hat."

Monday, August 29, 2011

Joke of the Day

In Too Far
A young man was showing off his new sports car to his girlfriend. She was thrilled at the speed.
"If I do 200mph, will you take off your clothes?" he asked.
"Yes!" said his adventurous girlfriend.
And as he gets up to 200, she peeled off all her clothes.

Unable to keep his eyes on the road, the car skidded onto some gravel and flipped over. The naked girl was thrown clear, but he was jammed beneath the steering wheel.
"Go and get help!" he cried.
"But I can't. I'm naked and my clothes are gone!"
"Take my shoe", he said, "and cover yourself."
Holding the shoe over her pubes, the girl ran down the road and found a service station. Still holding the shoe between her legs, she pleaded to the service station proprietor, "Please help me! My boyfriend's stuck!"
The proprietor looked at the shoe and said, "There's nothing I can do...he's in too far."

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday #7

This is a snippet of a love scene from Eternal Bliss between Kyle and Laine. A current work in progress. Enjoy!

“Can’t stop, damn, I can’t get enough.” He squeezed her ass tighter; spreading her cheeks in is palms. He slid a long finger between them using the slick moisture from her arousal to lube her puckered star and then pushed in.

She gasped at the new sensation; it burned and felt good all at the same time, throwing her over into oblivion. Her orgasm crashed over her fast and wild. She bucked and writhed against him, her pussy gripped him as her sensitive flesh rippled around his shaft.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Joke of the Day #5

Two married buddies are out drinking one night when one turns to the other and says, "You know, I don't know what else to do. Whenever I go home after we've been out drinking, I turn the headlights off before I get to the driveway. I shut off the engine and coast into the garage. I take my shoes off before I go into the house, I sneak up the stairs, I get undressed in the bathroom. I ease into bed and my wife STILL wakes up and yells at me for staying out so late!"

His buddy looks at him and says, "Well, you're obviously taking the wrong approach. I screech into the driveway, slam the door, storm up the steps, throw my shoes into the closet, jump into bed, rub my hands on my wife's ass and say, 'How about a blowjob?' ... and she's always sound asleep."

Friday, August 26, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday #3

“I’ll be the best you’ve ever had,” she whispers in Marcos's ear.
“As soon as this elevator opens I’m going to unzip my pants, you’ll get on your knees, and blow me, like a good little girl.”
“Yes, Master, I’ll take you in my mouth and suck your come down my throat, Sir.”
“If you’re good Rhayne, I’ll pleasure your sweet pussy with my tongue, but if you’re a bad girl, I’ll spank that little ass of yours till it’s nice and pink.”
Ding. The elevator doors slide open. They step inside and she hears the rasp of his zipper.

I hope you have enjoyed my interpretation of this picture, now please click on the links below and enjoy the other Flash Fiction Friday participants.
Chris Quinton

Davee Nielson

Jp Archer

Rhea Archer

Betty Carlton

Sarah York

In addition, I want to extend a heart-felt thanks to my fellow author friends, Marcos London, and Kharisma Rhayne for being guest stars in my FFF fantasy. Please click on the embedded link in their names to stop by their pages and find out what kind of interesting mischief they’ve been getting into.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Joke of the Day #4

A couple were in their bedroom and the girl says to her boyfriend, 'I wish I had bigger tits'. The boyfriend says 'well what I recommend is to get some toilet tissue and rub it between your tits for 2 months'. 'How will that help to make my tits bigger?' asks the girlfriend.
'Well it worked for your ass' says the boyfriend.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Excerpt from Eternal Bliss

“Come on, it’s this way.”
“You weren’t kidding about being excited.” He moved quickly keeping pace with her.
She turned her head. “You’re damn right I wasn’t.”
They reached her bedroom and he waited while she went to the bathroom to brush. When she came out, he was already naked lying on her bed. Damn, his body was amazing. His chiseled physique was astonishing. His ropey arms would hold her so tight. His soft masculine lips gave her gooseflesh, just thinking about them kissing her body. He was absolute perfection come to life. No longer was he broken and battered, but a healthy virile man. Her man.
His erection thick and long was rigid against his belly. He stroked it up and down as she approached the bed. She could see the tiny bead of pre-come in the slit. Her mouth watered to taste it. His salty-sweet taste would burst on her tongue.
“I have something I need you to take care of.” He stroked himself again, giving an “mmm,” of satisfaction. “You’re a bit overdressed. Take off that gown and let me see that gorgeous body.”
“It’s not so gorgeous anymore.” She crossed her arms, grabbed the hem, and yanked it over her head.  A bit self-conscious with the gown gone she covered herself with her hands.
He frowned. “Don’t hide yourself from me baby. I love your body like this. Our child has made you more beautiful than ever.” His hot palm rubbed across her belly, making her quiver. She could feel her damp need between her legs. She remembered masturbating in the bathtub and blushed.
“Don’t be embarrassed. I love you just the way you are.”
She crawled on the bed. “I’m not embarrassed, I’m horny. It’s a side effect of pregnancy, so it’s a good thing you showed up when you did.”
He pulled her head down for a possessive, demanding, curl-your-toes-and-make-you-cream, kind of kiss. God, she had missed him.
Their tongues danced together in a sensual duel igniting a fire inside her. She reached down and stroked him from root to tip, while she kissed him senseless.
He broke the kiss. “Damn, baby, I love the way you touch me.” He closed his eyes and pumped in time with her strokes, up and down his cock.
She licked his flat nipple as she fondled his balls in her hand. She wanted to please him.
“How should we do this? I don’t want to hurt you or the baby.” He looked a bit stressed, like he wasn’t the, ‘in control’ Kyle she’d always known. He had always taken her in hand and commanded her body, but now he seemed apprehensive. She decided to take matters into her own hands, quite literally. She reached down using two fingers to rub her clit while the other flicked her nipple. “Mmm, this feels good, Kyle.” 
Kyle was on top of her in a nanosecond. “Don’t stop touching yourself. I want you to come for me.” He put his head down between her legs, licking her seam. She was ready. He could taste her arousal on his tongue. He licked his lips. “Now, this I remember.” He opened her delicate tissue, exposing her little hole and lapped her juice up like a starving man. His tongue fucked her in and out, eliciting tiny whimpers from her. He wanted to see her face, but the baby bump was in the way. He watched her fingers make swirling patterns on her clit and swore under his breath. Damn, she’s sexy. He licked her fingers. “Let me take over, babe.” He moved up and licked her hard nubbin with the flat of his tongue. He had to hold her hips, just to keep her still. She writhed in his hands, seeking more pleasure. Pleasure he was willing to give. This was his dream every night since he’d been home. The dream he couldn’t quite remember, but haunted him relentlessly.
“Mmm, that feels so good. Whatever you do, don’t stop.” She rolled her hips in time with his strokes, making little mewling sounds that were torturing him.
He needed her hands on him, her lips, that velvety wet tongue licking his cock, sucking, taking him all the way in. He wanted to love her with his body and soul, to show her through pleasure how much he cared. She was his goddess, his life, hopefully his wife.
He hummed, vibrating his tongue directly on her clit. She squealed and shattered in his hands. He lapped greedily at her juice, taking in her very essence.
She tried slamming her knees shut as he continued his sensual assault on her pussy, making her squeal again.
“Please, sir, I need you inside me now.”
“Sir. Damn, I love that.”  He came up on his knees, spread her creamy white legs further apart, and dipped in one excruciating inch at a time. He felt the little aftershocks of her orgasm, massaging his cock, pulling him closer than he wanted to be to his own orgasm. He tried thinking of other things to keep his mind occupied. The foot bone’s connected to the leg bone. The leg bone’s connected to my cock. Ah shit, I’m gonna come.
His pumps became shallow and uneven, his cock rubbed against her clit with every stroke. He watched her eyes making sure he didn't hurt her, but rather gave her pleasure. His balls were slapping her ass with every thrust. He felt the telltale tingle in his spine, his balls drew up, he pumped two more times and came inside her, calling her name.
He fell on his elbows keeping his weight off of her, and then rolled to his side, pulling her into him. He placed his hand on her belly feeling a small movement. His son was growing in her womb, and he couldn’t be happier. Now all he had to do was get his mama to agree to marry him. He had an idea, but he would have to hurry before they closed. He had to go get her the ultimate gift.

Excerpt from Redeeming Justin a current work in progress

Jaz Tyler hadn’t any idea what to do next. She’d never invited a stranger into her bed before. But, she wanted Justin, wanted him bad. Her thighs quivered with anticipation, and after witnessing the size of his erection on the dance floor, she ached to feel him inside her.
But, the butterflies in her stomach were threatening to make her spew. She could just picture herself in an unsexy pose bent over the toilet, with him holding her hair. She closed her eyes and blew out a breath. I shouldn’t have had beer. It always makes me nauseous.
She was thankful her son was out of town. He had more than shared his opinion about her dating. He was afraid men would want her just for the money, or for the ranch, but she didn’t see that in Justin.
No. She saw a man who was genuinely interested in her. From the kiss that curled her toes and caused her panties to dampen, she was more than sure about Justin.
She took his hand and led him to her door. Her hands were shaking so bad she could barely get the key into the lock.  He put his hand over hers to steady it, a comforting gesture. One she appreciated. Together they turned the key.
The cool air from the house hit her causing her nipples to bead into painful points. Of course, it could have been the thought of Justin sucking on them. He certainly had that effect on her body. She wondered idly if he would make love with his cowboy boots on or off. She could clearly picture him standing naked with his boots and his hat on. Just that thought had her practically panting.
The last time she’d made love was with her husband, and that was two years ago. He was always more of a polite lover than anything else. Sex had never been exciting, and lasted all of about twenty minutes including fore-play. She scoffed. Which was nothing to write home about. She’d faked so many orgasms with him that she probably hadn’t actually come in years, unless it was by her own hand. But, with Justin, she believed right down to her curled toes he would be a
wild man in bed. So, yes, she wanted to have sex with Justin McClain.
“What can I get you to drink?” She stood at the bar, holding up an empty glass.
“Whiskey would be good. I’ll take whatever you have.” He took a seat on the large leather sofa next to the fireplace. “Would you like me to build us a fire?”
“Oh yes, that would be lovely.” She poured two shots and carried them to the den.
She watched as Justin broke kindling and tore paper and stuffed it under the rack, then watched his arms flex while lifting the logs into the fireplace. He really was an impressive male specimen.
She couldn’t wait until those arms were wrapped around her doing wicked things in bed. If they made it to bed that is. She wouldn’t mind being taken right here in front of the fireplace.
She watched him; he had precise movements, each one with purpose. He controlled his body well. She wanted him to lose that careful control with her, to give in to his primal instincts and ravage her. She wasn’t some young school girl that needed to be treated with kid gloves. She was a forty five year old woman who needed wild passion, and reckless abandon.
“How about it cowboy? You want to take a wild ride in the hay?” Why skirt around the issue. I want what I want. She was nervous as hell, and didn’t know what his reaction would be, but she hoped he was just as excited as she was.
He froze with a small log in his hands, and turned to her. He dropped the log on the floor, and kissed her. He didn’t have to urge her mouth to open to him, she was ready. Their tongues dueled in a sensual dance, tasting and caressing the one another. Her heartbeat hammered in her chest. Her mind scattered to the winds, all thoughts gone, just the sensation of his kiss remained.
He tasted of beer and something she couldn’t quite name, but was uniquely Justin. Pure raw man. His fingers stabbed through her hair as he deepened the kiss. She couldn’t breathe but she didn’t care. She was lost in him.
He broke the kiss and looked her in the eye. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“I’ve never been surer about anything before. It’s been so long I need this.” God, she needed this. Needed to feel his hands all over her body, needed to feel that silver tongue licking and sucking on her nipples, she needed him to give her a night of pure pleasure. She went in for another kiss. It was gentle but sensual, a promise of more to come.
Jaz threw her thumb over her shoulder. “My bedroom is that way.”
He bounced on the couch a couple of times. “What about right here? It’s nice and comfortable, and we’d have a fire.”
She already had a fire going in her panties. Lord, if the man didn’t touch her soon she’d spontaneously combust. She couldn’t remember ever being this turned on by a man before. Maybe it was his demeanor, the way he carried himself, so sure in every motion. She had the feeling he would be a very dominant lover, which suited her just fine. There was nothing on earth sexier than a man taking charge in the bedroom. “Here is fine,” she said almost in breathless anticipation.
“Let me get the fire going.” He stood and grabbed a match from the box on the mantle, and lit the paper. The paper slowly burned, lighting the kindling and logs on fire.
 A beautiful blue-green and yellow fire burned bright behind the glass in no time flat. Was there anything the man didn’t do to perfection?
The room filled with dancing firelight reflecting off the glass coffee table and their whiskey glasses, making the amber liquid glow. She could clearly see the two of them naked and sweating on the Persian rug in front of the fireplace. Him on top, or her on top, both rolling around in a passion induced haze. The ache in her core grew to unbearable proportions. “Justin, please, I need you. I can’t wait any longer.” She took his hand and placed it over her hammering heart.
“I’m not a gentle lover. I won’t hurt you, but I’m not easy. You need to be sure.”
“I am sure. I want you to be in control, I don’t want to have to think, I just want to feel.”
“You sound like my kind of woman, and I aim to please.” He had her stand up. “Take off your blouse. I want to see your pretty breasts.”
She hesitated and he gave her a stern look. He watched as she slowly untied the corset style opening to the blouse, loosening the ribbon and revealed a pale pink bra that pushed her cleavage up showing off her ample globes.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are.” Justin held her gaze, unwavering.
“Undress all the way. Show me that gorgeous body.” His stare seemed to penetrate her, pinning her in place, helpless under his command.
She seemed to be aroused by his dominance. She toed off her boots, unbuttoned her jeans, and shimmied out of them quickly. She had to feel his touch as soon as possible. Her over-sensitized flesh felt hot to the touch. She stood in front of him clad only in her bra and panties, nervously biting her bottom lip.
“I said undress all the way. Or do you need help? Tell me if you do.” His nostrils flared, taking in the musky scent of her arousal.
She huffed out a breath and shifted her eyes away from him. “I need help.”
He rose from the couch, stood mere inches away from her, hooked his thumbs in her panties and slid them down. As he bent down he came face to face with her carefully manicured folds. He’d heard of women having a wax job, but he’d never seen one. There was just a small triangle of curls pointing like an arrow to her slit. He stood to remove her bra. He popped the front clasp free spilling her breasts into his hands. Her rose colored nipples puckered into hard tips. He massaged her breasts eliciting a whimper from her. He took her arms and pulled them behind her back and gave her an order to keep them there.
She nodded her understanding.
He bent his head down and licked the areola of one nipple. Her breathing ratcheted up a notch, making her breasts rise and fall in his hands. He slid one hand down grazing her abdomen. She quivered under his touch. He kept going down to her pussy. He didn’t have to enter her to know she was ready. Her arousal covered her lips making them slick and hot. He brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked her cream from his fingers. “Mmm, finger lickin’ good, baby.”
He used those fingers to trace a pattern around her nipples leaving a cool wet trail behind. Jaz gasped as they traveled south again. He delved into her slick heat finding her hard little nub. He rubbed across it ever so gently making her legs shake. He put an arm around her waist to steady her and kept up his sensual assault on her clit.
She shook and moaned, but he was surprised she’d kept her hands behind her back. He’d have to reward her for that.
 He dropped to his knees. “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”
 She did, and he used the tip of his tongue to lick the length of her slit, each time licking her hard nubbin. He held her hips, and sucked her clit into his mouth rolled his tongue across it and she exploded, bucking and jerking, riding his face. He lapped at her delectable juice, tasting her tangy spicy flavor, enjoying the hell out of his woman.  And she was his.

Monday, August 22, 2011

Joke of the Day #3

Rodeo Sex

Two guys are talking over a beer, discussing various sexual positions.

The first guy says my favorite is the "rodeo" position

The other guy asks what the rodeo position is and how to do it.

The first guy says, you tell your wife to get on the bed on all fours and then do it doggie style. And once things start to get underway and she's really enjoying it, lean forward and whisper in her ear - "Your sister likes this position too..."

Then try to hang on for 8 seconds.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday #6

This is a continuation from last week from Eternal Bliss a work in progress. Laine and Melanie are having lunch and Melanie is pushing Laine to follow through with Kyle.

Laine covered the mouth piece whispering to Mel, “It’s just ringing.”

Melanie rolled her eyes. “Okay, well, when it goes to voicemail leave a message telling him you're on fire and you need him to put you out. 

Laine almost closed the phone, unsure what to say. Why couldn’t he just answer the phone? Of course, she still had no idea what to say to him. Hi, I’m Laine, the woman you might have knocked up with a glow-in-the-dark condom.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Joke of the Day #2

There was a cucumber, a pickle, and a penis sitting around talking about how their lives sucked.
The cucumber said, "Man, my life sucks. When I get big, fat, and juicy, they cut me up and stick me on a salad."
The pickle looks at him and says, "You think you have it bad? When I get big, fat, and juicy, they stick me in vinegar, put spices on me, and stick me in a jar."
The penis looks at him and says, "You think you have it rough? When I get big, fat, and juicy, they stick a rubber tarp on my head, stick me in a dark room, and bang my head against the wall until I throw up and pass out!."

Friday, August 19, 2011

Excerpt from Sweet Redemption

This is a love scene between Ellie and Cord. Enjoy!

Ellie had absolutely no intention of discussing the fight. She just wanted to forget the whole mess, and have a good day. Between the two of them, she’d end up losing her mind in no time.
She heard the unmistakable grunt of Bacon in the bathroom, and peeked out to see Cord standing in the door, his arms crossed over his chest, and Bacon at his feet. “I wasn’t finished with this conversation, El.”
“I was.”
“So you’re just gonna let this go? I have a huge ass bruise on my damn cheek, but no big deal?” he said sarcastically.
“Yes I’m letting it go, and I wish you would, too. We both know he didn’t mean to hit me, and I’m a bit mad at both of you for starting that crap in the first place. But I’m willing to put it aside, and if you can manage to do the same, I’d love it if you’d join me. I’m horny.” She let go of the curtain and waited. She heard the shuffle of clothes, and felt a warm body climb in behind her. “I don’t suppose you remembered to buy condoms before you decided to drink yourself stupid. Huh?”
“I’ll take that as a no.” She grabbed the soap, and swirled it in her hands.
I’m sorry, El. I swear the next time we’re together; I’ll have at least ten boxes.” He kissed her shoulder, sending goose flesh all over her body.
“Ambitious are we?” she teased.
“You bet your sweet ass I am.” He ran his hand down and cupped her bottom in his palm, massaging lightly.
Her breath hitched, she’d never been taken there, but she wanted to try it with Cord. She wanted everything with Cord. Things she thought she’d never want again. After Daniel died, she swore she’d never marry again; she couldn’t take losing another husband. She’d barely survived losing Daniel. She pulled away from Cord, unsure of these new feelings. Could she trust that he would stay, be there for her?  It was time to be brave. She’d go for it, she decided.
 She shook her head, took a steadying breath, and turned to face Cord. “I want…” She blew out a breath “I want you to make… love to me.” She stared up at him, half expecting him to run, but he leaned down and gave her the gentlest of kisses.
The water sprayed between their bodies making a zigzagging pattern between her breasts. Cord bent down licking the path the water had taken, igniting a flame in her belly. The velvety rasp of his tongue against her flesh had her moaning with delight. He moved from the center of her chest to lave her breasts one delicious lick at time. His hands were splayed over her rear squeezing and kneading.  He looked at her through heavy lidded eyes, and said, “You do realize we don’t have a condom again, right?” He picked her up and backed her against the tiled wall.
 She wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist. “Yes, I know. You were supposed to get condoms, not drunk, but I forgive you, just remember to pull out.” He gave a sheepish grin and she kissed him, opening her mouth, tangling her tongue with his, in a sensual dual. Heat that had nothing to do with the water bloomed deep inside her readying her for entry. God help her, she wanted him, forever. All of him. It was too late, he already owned her soul.
Cord fitted himself to her entrance and slid in one excruciating inch at a time. “I love your tight little pussy El, so damn hot and sweet.” He hiked one leg up onto the edge of the tub, gripped her tighter, pulled almost all the way out, and pushed in again in one long languid stroke.
“Mmm, that feels so good Cord.”
He gritted his teeth, and did it again. “Damn, I’m not going to be able to last like this. It feels to damn good. Touch yourself El. Show me how you pleasure yourself.”
She hesitated at first, but then reached between them rubbing her clit in a circular pattern. She undulated her pelvis in rhythm with his thrusts and her fingers had her ready to explode in mere seconds. Heat swamped her sex, releasing like a flood from a dam. She felt the ripples of pleasure as she came apart in his arms, screaming his name. One, two, three more pumps and he followed right along with her, jerking her off of him and coming in shuddering spurts, his seed washing down the drain. He rested his forehead against hers trying to catch his breath. With his eyes closed, he said, “Woman, you are going to be the death of me.”
Ellie squirmed to get down. The death of him? No, she couldn’t hear those words. She’d already seen the death of one man she loved. No, she wouldn’t do it again. He tried to tighten his hold, but she struggled free. “Please, just let me go.” She darted from the shower leaving him behind.

Flash Fiction Friday #2

“Hold me Lee. That shark almost killed me.” Johnny fell into his lover’s arms shivering and panting. “Please, don’t let go, I need you so bad.”
“I’ve got you Johnny. Shh, it’s going to be okay. It was a dolphin baby, and they’re pretty much harmless.” He chuckled, but held him firm, loving the way their bodies melded together.
“It was? I could have sworn it was a shark. It went after my leg.”
“I’d go after your leg, too. As a matter of fact, I’d go after everything.” His cock sprang to life. “Kiss me Johnny, I need you.”

I hope you enjoyed my snippet. Now please follow the links below and check out the other authors on FFF.

In addition, I want to extend a heart-felt thanks to my fellow author friends, Johnny Miles and Lee Brazil for agreeing to be guest stars in my FFF fantasy.  Please click on the link in their names to stop by their pages and find out what kind of interesting mischief they’ve been getting into.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Excerpt from Sweet Redemption a current work in progress

This is a continued love scene between Ellie and Cord. Enjoy!

Cord couldn’t believe what had just happened, and what was about to happen again, but when he’d overheard her say “she wanted him to bed her,” that was all the invitation he’d needed. His mouth firmed. He’d deal with Justin later. He didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to realize Ellie wasn’t interested in Justin, and that the man had lied about them being together. He knew he was right about her all along. She was as honest as the day was long. Honest, sweet and pure, everything he didn’t fucking deserve but was damn sure going to take anyway.
 The only thing he needed to know now was Bacon’s whereabouts. There was no telling what the little shit would do if he saw him having sex with his mama. He only had so many belongings, and even though he hadn’t broken the skin when he’d bit him the other night it still hurt like hell.
“Where’s the little runt?” He asked, stripping his shirt and jeans off. He backed her up to the bed, just missing the small staircase that led up to the edge. He’d ask about the stairs later, much later.
She worked the buttons on her blouse with efficiency, stripping it off revealing a pale blue bra. Damn, she was gorgeous.
“He’s downstairs sleeping. I don’t think he’ll bother us,” she said, her voice husky and breathless.
 He reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts spilled out, her nipples a perfect shade of dusky rose, such a contrast to her pale pink skin. He palmed her breasts rolling her nipples between his fingers. He kissed a trail from her neck to her breast, suckling one pert nipple. She threw her head back in euphoria. He heard moans of pleasure falling from her lips. Such perfect bow shaped pink lips he ached to see wrapped around his cock.
He lifted his head, “Damn, you’re beautiful, baby. I don’t know if I’ll ever get my fill of you.” He kissed her, hard. Leaving her breathless and melting against him. He laid her back on the bed, covering her body with his. “I can’t be easy. Not tonight.” He had so much rage churning inside of him because of Justin’s lie; he fought to contain it. The look on Ellie’s face when she’d open the door told him all he needed to know about the situation. Yep, he’d deal with Justin later. Right now, he’d concentrate on pleasuring Ellie.
Her skin was so soft and pale in direct contrast to his sun and work roughened skin.
“I don’t want easy. Not with you.” She reached up and cupped his cheek in her hand. “I just want you back inside of me. Please Cord, I need you, it’s been too long”
“It’s been way to long for me, as well.”He fitted himself to her entrance and slid in to the hilt. She arched her back and moaned. Her pelvis lifted to meet him.
 “Yes! That’s what I need.”
“Damn, baby, you’re so fucking tight. So damn sweet.” He pinned her arms above her head with his hand.”Keep them there.”
 She didn’t fight it; she just let him take control. Her pussy quaked in response. So she liked him to take control. No problem, he aimed to please. Their bodies fit perfectly together, like they were made only for each other. He hadn’t been with anyone since Jill, and he hadn’t thought of being with anyone since he got out of prison, but this felt so right, too right. It should scare him, it shouldn’t be happening. He should never have taken this job. Ellie would be his undoing. He should leave, but he knew he wouldn’t, not now.
He cupped her ass with his hands pulling her to him, he could tell she was almost there, but she needed more, just a little more to make her fall over the edge.
 “Cord, I need, I need more, please.” Gliding his hand down her smooth, naked flesh, he found what he looked for. His thumb slid down the slit of her wet folds and circled over her clit. She screamed “Yes.”
Cord pumped faster matching the speed of his hand. Quivers deep inside her vibrated over his dick, she was almost there. His sac drew up; a tingle ran up his spine. Not yet dammit. He had to hold on, and make her come first. She arched her back, her breasts jutting out; Cord took her nipple into his mouth suckling hard, then nipped it just enough to let her orgasm wash over her like a rain shower on a summer day. Lazy little quakes followed, bringing Cord right along with her. He roared his release, his seed spurt inside her womb, making them one.
He rolled off her, both of them panting hard and fast. Reality sank in faster than he wanted. He wanted to bask in the afterglow of the moment, but he’d come inside her twice, and didn’t know if she was protected. He’d always been a condom fanatic, but it had been so long, he hadn’t even thought of it.
Sonofabitch, I didn’t use a rubber. Are you on the pill?”
She cleared her throat, “Um…no I’m not. I haven’t had sex in almost two years. I didn’t think about it.” She bit her lip, worry etched on her face.
“Dammit, I shouldn’t have done this. I should have made sure before. Baby I’m sorry.”
She rolled to her side facing him. “It’s not just your fault, we both did this.” She ran her fingers through his downy soft chest hair, swirling it around her fingers.
His hand covered hers, a gentle caress; in contrast to his serious face. “I can’t believe this. This shouldn’t have happened.” He pushed her hand aside, and sat up swinging his legs off the bed. He dropped his head in his hands, disbelief warring with his conscience. He was angered by his selfishness. Ellie deserved a man worthy of her love, not an ex-con who’d killed an innocent boy. He heard a sharp intake of air. He could feel the cold already.
Ellie snatched the sheet up covering herself; she’d mistakenly thought he might be the man for her, until he said she had been a mistake. God it hurt, it hurt her to her soul. She wouldn’t cry not in front of him. Sex, that was all it was. It had been just primal sex and nothing more. But she’d felt it, the unmistakable passion. She’d seen it in his eyes. God, she needed to put space between them. “Get out. Just go, I need to be alone.” 

Joke of the day! #1

A boy takes his girlfriend home after going out together. When they reach the front door, he leans against the wall with one hand and says,
"Sweetie, can you give me a blowjob?"
"What? Are you crazy!?"
He says "Don't worry, it will be quick, no problem."
"No!! Someone may see -- a relative, a neighbor, anyone..."
"At this time of the night? No one will show up honey..."
She insistantly says "I've already said NO. Someone will see us."
At this point he pleas one last time, "My love... Please don't be like that..."
At that moment, the girlfriend's younger sister shows up at the door in her nightgown with her hair totally in disorder. Rubbing her eyes, she says,
"Dad says either you have to blow him, I have to blow him, or he will come down and give the guy a blowjob himself, but for God's sake, tell your boyfriend to take his hand off the damn intercom button!"

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Excerpt from Sweet Redemption

Cord had just started working on the barn when he heard the sweet melodic voice of Ellie talking to a horse. The horses’ lips grasped greedily at an apple held in her open palm.
Damn but she was beautiful. She had on a white Stetson hat, purple tank top, and a pair of faded jeans that hugged her curves in all the right places. Places he’d touched, and more than likely left marks on. He watched her bridle and saddle a horse and climb on. She’d never once looked in his direction, even though he knew she knew he was there. He almost called out to her. The silence between them felt like a punch to the gut. Sure he deserved it, but it still stung.
He used his arm to wipe the sweat from his brow as she rode off out of the barn.  He didn’t know how, but he had to fix this, or leave. But the thought that Ellie could possibly be carrying his child held him there. He’d do the right thing by her and his child, even if she didn’t want him, he’d support her best he could. He pictured her round and heavy with his child, it sent a thrill through him, just as it scared him to the point he couldn’t breathe.
He wondered if she could accept him with his past as it was, or if she’d have nothing to do with him just as Jill had done. He heaved a sigh, and got back to work, hammering nails as hard as he could, taking his frustrations out on the building.
He’d worked on the barn non-stop all morning, waiting for Ellie to return.
“Dammit.” He be damned if he hadn’t pictured a life with Ellie by his side. His wife, the mother of his children, the sexiest woman he’d ever been with. He wanted to be with her again.
The midday sun was scorching. Cord had almost finished the first stall repair, when Ellie returned to the barn. Nugget sauntered in with Ellie swaying side to side with his gait. The way her thighs hugged the horse reminded him of the night before, with her legs wrapped around him.
He immediately went hard. His erection throbbed behind the teeth of his zipper. He had to try and fix this between them. He climbed down the ladder while she took the saddle off of Nugget. The horse whinnied, as he stepped near.
“Ellie, can we talk?” He saw her stiffen.
She didn’t turn to face him. “I don’t think there’s anything to say. You pretty much said everything last night. You made it clear I was a mistake.” She took off the bridal, exchanging it for a halter with a lead and began brushing Nugget.
“Dammit, El, I didn’t mean you. I meant the fact that we weren’t responsible,” he yelled.
The brush froze on Nugget. She looked over her shoulder. “You could have pointed that out last night, and we wouldn’t be going through this. I thought you meant I was the mistake, you horses ass.”
“No, El I didn’t mean you. You were perfect.” He blushed. “Hell, the best I’ve ever had.” He scrubbed the back of his neck and shifted from foot to foot. He hadn’t been this nervous around a woman since high school.
She put the brush down, turned and stood on tip toe and kissed him, a gentle caress, between lovers.
“We shouldn’t do this again.” He kissed her back.
“I know.” She opened up to him, to explore her mouth. He plundered her mouth leaving nothing untouched. He could have sworn he kissed her soul. His dick was so hard it was unbearable. Ellie had a knack for making him so hard he could drive spikes through railroad ties.
He backed off to catch his breath. “We can’t do this. We don’t have a condom, again.”
“I don’t care. I need you Cord. Just pull out before you come.”
“Yes, ma’am, you got it. Where can we go?” He looked around. All of the stalls were full but the ones he’d been working on.
“The tack room it has a couch, it’s small, but comfy.” She kissed him again, a sensual mind-blowing, curl your toes kind of kiss.
Instead of the tack room he moved her to an empty stall with a big pile of hay. “Here, needs to be here,” he said, pulling up her tank top. She went for the button on his jeans. Both were frantically trying to disrobe. Boots landed here and there, shirts were thrown all directions, and pants flew who knew where.
“After we’re done, I’m leaving,” he said between kisses. She pulled away from him.
“Why, I thought we were good now.”
“We are, but we still don’t have any condoms.” She relaxed in his arms, and he kissed her again. “And, I plan to buy out the store.”
“Good plan,” she said.
He lay back in the hay, grabbed her under the arms and pulled her on top of him. Her perfect little body was splayed out over his. “Ride me cowgirl. Just don’t spur me out of the chute.” He smiled up at her as she mounted him readying for her ride.
“Let’s see if you last the full eight seconds, mister,” she said, fitting herself to his erection. She sank down in one long delicious stroke. They moaned in unison. He bit down on his bottom lip, held her ass in his hands and rocked her back and forth, lifting her then slamming back down. It was a wild ride. The only sounds were their grunts, moans and flesh slapping flesh.
He slid his thumb between them finding her clit. He gently massaged her button in small circles, until she shattered around him. He followed close behind, jerking her off him, growling his release, and coming on his stomach. God help him, he was falling for his little cowgirl.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Excerpt from Sweet Redemption a current work in progress

Ellie had been unable to get Cord alone all evening. He had fixed a plate and eaten so fast she wondered if he’d inhaled it. Then he and one of the hands left to play poker. The only one around she could talk to was Justin, and she so didn’t want to have this conversation. Yeah, this isn’t awkward. 
Justin stood in front of her with his arms crossed, a steely glare on his face. “Ellie, we need to talk about this afternoon. You and I both know something happened between us. I can’t be the only one who felt it.”
“There’s nothing to talk about, and I didn’t feel a damn thing.” With her chin out, she prayed he’d just leave it at that.
“Bullshit, you didn’t feel it, and there’s plenty to talk about. You have to know that when Daniel left for Afghanistan, I promised to take care of you, and I aim to do just that.”
“Daniel has been gone for almost two years now.” Tears filled her eyes, and threatened to spill. She took a deep steadying breath. “I don’t need you to take care of me anymore. I’m fine now. The only thing I need you to do is your job.”  She moved to clear the dishes from the table. As she grabbed a plate, Justin’s hand covered hers. She gasped, surprised, and pulled her hand free. “What are you doing Justin?”
“What does it look like, El?”
“Don’t you dare use the name, El. Nobody has ever called me that except Daniel,” She turned away from him. She didn’t want him to see the tears now rolling down. Try as she might, they just kept falling, leaving a cold wet trail behind.
 With Daniel she had always felt cherished. His pet names for her were something special just between them. Each one had its own significance. She hated moments like this, memories of a life that could have been, if not for the IED.
Justin put his hand on her shoulder. She stiffened under his hand. Not wanting to feel his touch, no, not his, but Cord’s. Even with fresh memories of Daniel, she still wanted Cord’s touch, Cord’s tender perfect kisses. Sighing, she turned to Justin. One look at her face said all she needed to say. Justin’s arm fell away from her, and hung limply at his side. “Justin. I can’t do this, I just can’t.”
His steely glare returned, and a tremor shot through her at the anger radiating from him. “You can’t do this at all, or you can’t do this with me? Because you seemed to be fine last night in the gazebo kissing all over Cord.”
She huffed out a breath, “That’s none of your damn business, Justin.”  She bumped his shoulder as she headed for the back door, hoping he’d just leave. She couldn’t deal with this any longer.
“It is my business Ellie. You don’t see what he’s up to? What if he only wants to bed you just to get his hands on this ranch? That’s my business just as much as it is yours.”
She stood holding the back door open, her spine ramrod straight. “I don’t care why he wants to bed me, just so long as he does!” she yelled.
Justin pulled his Stetson from the hook on the wall, held it in his hands, and said, “I’ve known you since you were seven years old, and yes, you do care. I know you better than you think I do.  I’m in love with you Ellie, and in time you’ll see that together we can make this work. I’ve been waiting. Waiting a long time, giving you time to grieve, but after what I saw last night I ain’t waiting any longer.”
He cleared the threshold and she slammed the door behind him. “Dammit! You smug sonofabitch who in the hell do you think you are, laying claim to me like you own me.” Her fisted hand hit the door.  She just wanted a nice hot bath to make this all go away. She pivoted heading up the stairs, leaving the dishes for tomorrow. At the hard knock on the back door. She grimaced and headed back down. “Justin I can’t do this anymore tonight I—” She saw a very pissed off Cord staring at her through the glass pane.
Her shoulders slumped. She didn’t have any more fight left in her tonight.  “What is it?” she asked through the door.
“I need to talk to you Ellie,” he said through clenched teeth.
“Can this wait till morning?”
“No, I need to do this now.”
Sighing, she opened the door. Cord’s mouth covered hers, with virile force. An animalistic, possessive kiss that had her toes curling, and heat pooling in her belly. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Her fingers plunged into his hair pulling him closer. Their tongues dueled in a delicious mind altering kiss, leaving them both breathless. Her nipples spiked to hard peaks. His arms pulled her body flush with his, and she felt his erection through his jeans. She burned; she ached to feel him inside her. His cock pumping hard and ferocious, meeting her thrust for thrust.
Cord pulled back. “Can we take this upstairs?”
 “Yes.” That was exactly what she needed, wanted, and had to have.
 Cord lifted her; she wrapped her legs around his waist. She felt his cock rub her through her jeans as he carried her up the stairs. He hit the landing half way up, and eased her off of him. “I’m not going to make it to the bed. I need you now.” He yanked her jeans down her legs. She kicked off her boots, jeans and panties, as he shoved his jeans over his hips. He grabbed her to him, backed her up against the wall, and kissed her.”Tell me you want me.”
“I want you, Cord. Please, now.”
“Good because I can’t wait. I need to be inside you now,” he growled. Frustration and rage were driving his every move.
His hand slid between them and he fit himself to her. He swirled his cock in her moisture, then plunged in balls deep, in a single lunge. She moaned in delight and she moved her hips with his rhythm. He filled her to her womb.  It was a delicious friction, possessing her from root to tip. Her head fell back against the wall, her golden blonde hair falling like a silken curtain from her head.  Her body bounced up and down with each thrust. Her orgasm built, slick and hot all the way to her toes. Cord grunted, pumping fast and wild. Her ass was getting chaffed by the wall, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was this man, right this very moment. She held on, her nails biting into his shoulders through his shirt, her legs wrapped around him tight. The scent of their arousal, a musky spicy scent permeated the air, spurring them on. His hand slid between them finding her clitoris. He rubbed in circles, until she screamed his name. She felt the tidal wave of her release crash over her, tiny waves rolling languidly after massaging his cock. Cord followed right behind her jerking wildly calling her name, as he spurt his seed inside her.
They stood there forehead to forehead trying to catch their breath. She felt his legs shake, and he leaned into her, holding on, savoring the moment.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Contest Winner!

Benjamin Russell
You are the winner of the writing contest.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday #5

This is Laine and Melanie discussing a little blowout. This is from Eternal Bliss a work in progress. Enjoy!

“Kyle and I had,” she lowered her voice to a whisper and looked around, “we had sex five times and he ran out of condoms, so, we had to use one of my shower gag gift condoms and it broke.”

“Damn.” Was Mel’s opinion on the matter.
Laine sat back and took another bite of her breadstick, waiting patiently to order the largest chocolate dessert they had.
“Well, are you going to see him again?”
“Yes, he was the best I’ve ever had, well, right up until that lollipop glow-in-the-dark condom broke.”

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Excerpt from Eternal Bliss a current work in progress

This excerpt is Kyle, Laine , Jeff and Melanie out having a super sexy dinner. It's hot, enjoy!

Kyle saw Jeff’s eyes bug out when he saw her. Laine had been right, Melanie was gorgeous. She was supermodel gorgeous. He also saw Melanie give Jeff a look of approval, so this would be a very interesting dinner. Somehow or another he thought Jeff and Melanie would make it to dessert and coffee. Kyle was stunned when Jeff offered his hand to her like a gentleman. Jeff was anything but a gentleman when it came to women. Hell, he couldn’t even remember half their names.
“Hi, everyone, I’m sorry I was late.”
“Not a problem,” Jeff said.
“Hi, I’m Kyle, Laine’s boy…man.” He didn’t care for the boy reference in the word boyfriend. He was anything but a boy.
“Hello, Laine’s boyman, I’m Mel.” He rolled his eyes at the nickname. He knew that was a mistake that would follow him now. He shuddered at the thought.
“I ordered you a white wine,” Laine said. She snagged a garlic roll and held the basket for Kyle. He took one and watched her.
Laine dipped her bread in the oil and herbs took a bite and closed her eyes, savoring the flavor. Kyle slipped his hand in his pocket and turned the vibe on low. Her eyes snapped open, looking shocked as well as turned on.
“What’s wrong Laine?” Melanie asked.
Kyle watched as her face turned a beautiful pink, and said, “I think she really loves the food here.”
Melanie turned to Kyle. “Boyman, I know she loves the food here, it’s our regular place to eat for lunch. I meant she looked like there was something wrong.”
Laine cleared her throat. “I’m fine Mel. I just had a bit of bread go down the wrong pipe.”
Kyle turned the vibe off and watched her relax. She was so beautiful when she was turned on.
The waiter brought the drinks, and took their orders. Laine and Mel ordered the lasagna, Kyle ordered the veal parmesan, and Jeff had the chicken parmesan.
Mel asked Jeff about being a fireman, and they were lost in their own conversation.
Laine turned her gaze on Kyle. He loved her more than ever. She was his perfect mate. He held his hand out to her, she twined her fingers with his and nothing needed to be said.
He could read every emotion she was struggling with in her eyes. She wanted to give in to the love he knew they shared, but she was still afraid. He guessed this David did a number on her. He still had to get her to trust him completely. She had to trust he would always see to her needs, always be there for her and love her until the end of time. Pops had told him, “Once he found the one woman that changed his life in the first meeting, she would be the one.” Kyle now understood what Pops had been talking about. He remembered Pops and Grams sharing a look he didn’t understand until now. Now, he knew they had been making love with their eyes. They had been promising each other everything.  They were sharing every unspoken feeling.
He realized what he had been missing for so long. He missed a life beyond himself, something that can’t be bought, or found just anywhere. It had to be earned. It gave him something to guard with his life, to fight for, to keep close to his heart. Laine.
He took a sip of his wine, and squeezed her hand.
Laine smiled at him and squeezed back.
Melanie’s voice broke through to him. “And what do you do in the fire department, Boyman?”
“It’s Kyle and right now I’m on the hose. I go into the fire. But, I might make lieutenant soon and get to order the guys around.” He looked at Jeff, who had a scowl on his face.
“I thought you didn’t want to take the promotion,” Jeff said.
“Well, I have other considerations in my life now.” He looked at Laine. He knew he’d have to earn more money to take care of her, even though she seemed richer than, Donald Trump. He wanted to take care of her and provide for her. He also had to think about his personal safety. Before her, it was okay if he went into a fire and was injured, but if he was going to be married he’d have to take care of himself.
Jeff signaled for the waiter, ordered a beer, and told the waiter to keep them coming.
Kyle wasn’t surprised. He’d just told Jeff without so many words, he had found the one.
The waiter showed up with a platter full of plates and a cheese grater. He placed the women’s plates first then Kyle and Jeff. He offered cheese, which Laine wanted a lot. Something else he learned about her.
 Her eyes lit up as she twirled a long string of melted cheese around her fork. As she took a bite, he turned on the vibe. The pure look of bliss she had as she chewed made him hard instantly. It was the same look she had on her face as they made love. “Is it good, sweetheart?”
She slanted her eyes at him. “You know it is, you sadistic bastard.” She retorted.
He laughed, he couldn’t help it. She was turned on, probably about to come, and he knew when she did, it would be hard to conceal.
He decided to give her the choice. “Would you like it less exciting?”
Without skipping a beat she said, “Nope, I like it the way it is.” She twirled another fork full of cheese, popped it in her mouth and whimpered. 
Kyle turned it up a notch, giving her all the little vibe had to give.
Laine gyrated in her seat, and said, “Ohmigod, this is so, so, so good, mmm, ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod good.” She threw her head back and blew out a breath.
Kyle knew that was it. He turned off the vibe, but couldn’t keep the smile off his face. He caught Jeff’s look of understanding.
Jeff shook his head, and started a conversation with Melanie, who dropped her fork in her plate and looked like she’d just seen the exorcist.
Kyle watched Laine come down from her orgasm, her grass green eyes had a glazed look about them, and her skin was flushed with a fine sheen of sweat. He wanted to hold her, but just held her hand. Just the fact she went through with it proved she was starting to trust him. He might just have all of her very soon. Maybe he should think about taking Grams wedding set out of his safety deposit box.

Friday, August 12, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday #1

Welcome to Flash Fiction Friday, where we write 100 words based on the picture. Please feel free to join in the fun. Please check out the links below to view the other FFF posts. Enjoy!

“I thought you wanted muffins.” Lani put the bowl on the counter for later, much later.
“I do,” Ben said. He squeezed her breasts with his hot palms, kneading each globe, eliciting small whimpers from her. “These muffins will suit me just fine.” He bent his head down and licked one taut nipple.
“Mmm, please don’t stop, that feels so good.” She arched her back pressing into him.
His cock was so hard he could hammer nails with it. “Ride me, baby/” He picked her up holding her against him rubbing her slit up and down his cock. “Fuck, yeah.”



Wednesday, August 10, 2011

A Short Story

This is a short I came up with today, based on the picture. Feel free to make up your own story and post.

“Where is he?” Drake asked holding her arms.
“I don’t know.” Melody answered.
“I’m going to punish you if you lie to me.” He tightened his grip on her arms.
“I don’t know where my husband is. I wouldn’t lie to you, Master.” She gasped through her teeth.
“Good girl.” He grazed her neck with his teeth, eliciting a whimper from her.
His cock was painfully engorged in its denim confines. He could hardly wait to be inside her sweet depths. They had been together playing games for years, never getting caught. She was his, and no other would ever take her as he did.
“Please, Master, I need you. I’m burning alive inside.” She arched her back, pushing her ass into his groin. He reached between her thighs, he noticed her clit was hard and her juices dampened her inner thighs. He looked over her shoulder noticing her breasts were heavy and her nipples taut.
“Lay across the bed with your sweet ass in the air.” His cock twitched with anticipation. He watched as she crawled across the bed spreading wide for him. He could see the glistening of her juices covering her bare pussy. She was ready, more than ready and so was he.
He crawled up behind her, lowered his head and licked her from front to back, grazing her clit. She backed up into him seeking more pleasure. He smacked her ass, a warning to be still.
“Please, sir.” She backed up again.
“Do I have to punish you? You’re being a bad little girl, Melody. Hold still or I’ll turn this sweet little ass of yours rosy-red.” He leaned down and licked her again. He loved the little mewling sounds she made and could never tire of hearing them.

 He flipped on his back and pulled her down on his face, sucking her clit into his mouth. The salty-sweet flavor of her desire burst on is tongue, making his mouth water. Damn, he loved her. Loved the silky smoothness of her skin and the warmth he would soon sink himself into. He would feel the tight grip of her delicate muscles grasping  him.

“Mmm,” he hummed giving her a vibrating tongue.
“Yes, please don’t stop, Master.” She bucked her hips with his rhythm, chanting his name over and over again.
He opened her pussy, sinking two thick fingers into her depths. She squealed and bucked, riding them. He fucked her with his fingers as he sucked her clit back into his mouth and she flew apart in his arms, screaming his name. Her whole body quaked and shook with her orgasm.

 He left her long enough to strip from his jeans and return to sink inside of her in one long languid stroke, making them both moan. He grabbed her hips, thrust inside her wildly and left his mark on her hips.

He wouldn’t last long the first time around today. It was a good thing they had the all day to play. He planned to take her over and over until they were both so satiated they couldn't move.
“Tell me who you want inside this sweet pussy.” He gritted out through clenched teeth. His orgasm wasn’t far away. Just a few more pumps and he would be done for the first round.
“Only you, Master,” she said in a half moan. She pressed back against him, forcing more of him in.
He slid a hand around to her clit and rubbed her hard little nubbin in rapid circles. She bucked against him wildly, coming apart. Her channel squeezed and gripped him, sending him over the edge with her, milking him of every drop.
He backed out and laid on his side, pulling her into him. “Damn, baby, you wear me out.”
“Mmm, you wear me out too, honey. I love playing games with you. Happy anniversary, I love you.”
“Happy anniversary, babe.” He kissed her temple. “I love you and I’m so glad I married you.”