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Friday, February 24, 2012

Flash Fiction Friday "Special Prize"

It is Flash Fiction Friday. A picture can mean many things to many people. Every Friday a group of people share their invidual thoughts on a picture. It must be written in 100 words, no more no less. 

“For the last time, Hunter.  Give her to me.” The shrill voice screeched in his ear.

“No..not..this..time.” He gritted out through is teeth.  The flash of pain was searing his brain. But his grasp tightened on the beauty in his arms.

“You forget your place. You are to hunt down the innocents to bring them to me.”   HER whispered near his ear.

“Mistress, maybe you should allow him this prize.  Sometimes one must give to get. Hunter is a loyal servant.” A calm voice suggested from the corner of the cave.

“I do not give, Benjamin. I take!” She screamed.

Thank you to Benjamin Russell for being my guest and allowing me to visit with "HER" again.  Be sure to check out his Blog to learn more about "HER".

Please check out my fellow Flashers for more fascinating opions on the above  picture.  It always amazes me and it will you too, how one picture can be seen is so many different ways.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

An excerpt from The Booty Call.

I am thrilled  to say that our new story has been released and is available for purchase.  It was a pleasure to write this hot story with Benjamin Russell .  I am also loving working with Gina Kincade and everyone at our publisher Naughty Nights Press.. ....... here is a small taste for all of you.
  So what is a strong-willed, Bi-BBW supposed to do when she decides she wants to have a MMF ménage to celebrate her birthday? She makes a Booty Call to her bi-sexual male co-worker and her hot Dom ex-lover.
  Victoria Carter has finally broken free from a destructive relationship, now she wants to explore her sensuality and her sexuality to the fullest. Ready to meet the world head on, this is just the beginning of her sexual adventures.

Vicky arched her back and her head lolled to the side. “Winston, ooh baby, I am soooo close. If you keep doing that I am going to come, I am going to come so hard.” She whimpered breathlessly

Steel vibrated in Winston’s voice. “No, you don’t come until I tell you to.” The touch of menace in his voice sent a furtive thrill to Vicky's moist core and surprisingly, she found the hint of danger in his voice to be arousing.

“Yes Sir,” she said, assuming the submissive role easily from pure habit.

Vicky let out a long sigh as he slowly pulled his finger from her pussy’s clinging grasp. He stared at his cream covered finger lovingly before he turned his gaze on her and met her eyes directly.

Transfixed, she watched him stick his finger in his mouth and suck off all her cream. A look of crazed lust washed over his face as he tasted her juices and the erotic expression sent undulating ribbons of desire shimming down her spine. She peered at him through hooded eyes as he dipped a finger back inside her. Vicky’s eyelids fluttered and then closed as another wave of pleasure racked her body.

This time, when he withdrew his finger glistening with her dew, he held his hand up to her face. Every cell in her body screamed for her to devour his finger, but she forced herself to wait. He didn’t have to say it, but she wanted him to give her permission to do it. He leveled an icy stare at her and his commanding body language spoke to her heart.

Tonight she wasn’t the hotshot attorney who intimidated weak men with her intelligence, self-confidence and plus sized body. Tonight – in this bed – she wanted to be a desirable and sensuous woman, giving her trust to a real man. If only for one night, she wanted a man like Winston to dominate her and use her as he pleased.

Her eyes were soft, open and begging for his approval. “Please.”

“That’s good baby, you’re learning.” He placed his finger at the opening of her mouth and Vicky smiled when she inhaled her scent. She greedily wrapped her lips around his finger and sucked it clean.

He moved to the end of the bed and dropped to his knees so he could look between her legs. Moisture oozed from her and he froze for a moment as his cock bucked at the sight. He stared at the tantalizing view of her sex, wet with cream. He became enthralled at the promise of emptying the creamy contents of his balls in her, or all over her.

He looked up and captured her eyes. “Vicky, tell me what you want.”

She hesitated for just a moment. “Please.”

“Please what?” The displeasure in his voice was evident.

“Please make me come.”

He smiled. “That’s what I needed to hear.”

Winston began to lick his way up the inside of her legs and made a beeline straight for her beckoning little pussy. Normally, he would have teased her even more, but since today was her birthday and she’d been a good sub up to that point, he decided to give her what she needed.

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Thursday, February 9, 2012

Flash Fiction Friday "Not Mine"

It is Flash Fiction Friday. A picture can mean many things to many people. Every Friday a group of people share their invidual thoughts on a picture. It must be written in 100 words, no more no less. 

I lay back on the bed remembering our last time together.

“Fuck me lover, fuck me harder.”  I had begged him desperately

“Jesus Beauty, you feel so good.  I want to stay inside you forever. You are so hot, so responsive.  Fuck Baby, I am going to cum.”  He had cried out as he filled me completely with his seed.

That had been months ago but I still feel his hard cock inside me right at this very moment.  Sadly he is not here, he never will be again... he wasn’t mine and never would be.

He belonged to HER.


I want to thank Mr.Benjamin Russell for allowing me to borrow "HER" for this post.  Although I will admit that she scared the Holy Hell out of me.   Thank you for all the help, guidance and for bringing the Joy of Writting into my life Mr. Benjamin.
Please check all my fellow Flashers at...Flash Fiction Friday.  Please be sure to leave them all a comment, we all need some Love. :)

Monday, February 6, 2012

Oral Sex and all it's many joys.

Want to sit in on a wonderful chat between my Mentor/Friend Mr. Benjamin Russell and the wonderful Lady Cassandre Dayne at NNP Naughty Nights Press Chit Chat.   It is on Oral Sex... it sent me for a very cold shower.  Definitely Hot, hot, hot and even educational....  Oh and did I mentiong HOT!  ;)

Please enjoy this link to their Chat, while I go and think up something wonderful to post  to this Blog.

Friday, February 3, 2012

Flash Fiction Friday "The Last Time."

It is Flash Fiction Friday. A picture can mean many things to many people. Every Friday a group of people share their invidual thoughts on a picture. It must be written in 100 words, no more no less. 

David gazed down at the man he loved with all his heart.  He knew true happiness every time he was in Robert’s arms. He wanted to remember him just this way, before it was all gone.
“What is wrong lover?”  Robert asked, turning his head to find David looking at him with love and something else.  It was this other emotion that made Robert’s heart squeeze tight. 
“This is the last time, Robert.” David whispered brokenly.
“Fuck, you are going through with it?  Robert growled, tears in his voice.
“Yes, I am marrying her.” David choked out the words.

I hoped you enjoyed my little story of Love and Loss.    Please check out my other Flasher friends and their wonderful stories at Flash Fiction Friday .  

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