Impulse Affair - Part 8

We dozed on and off for some time, our hands occasionally reaching out to touch and caress each other's skin. When we talked, it was to share a memory, brought to mind by our time together. Things we wished we had done, but couldn’t bring ourselves to do. Places we had wanted to see, but then never visited. People we had loved, but never told.

Staying in bed, looking at his body, his muscles, his skin made me hungry for more. It also made me just plain hungry. As my stomach growled, he chuckled and reached for the phone. Raising an eyebrow for my permission this impulse lover of mine ordered breakfast for dinner; French toast, bacon, eggs Benedict and sausage.

“If we are going to do this right, let’s throw convention out the window.”

The food arrived in short order and he pulled out a chair for me, bowing gallantly as I sat down. “Duchess, your dinner sits waiting!” He reached into his duffle bag and pulled out a long black strip of fabric. Blindfolding me, he sat next to me and proceeded to feed me.

Not being able to see what I was eating, what the next bite would bring was a new experience for me. The food smelled better, tasted richer than ever.

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When a drop of syrup escaped the French toast, falling on my collar bone, he leaned in and kissed it off. His one touch sparked my desire which flamed as he began to drizzle syrup onto my naked breasts before nibbling and licking it off. When the hollandaise sauce from the eggs spilled from the fork onto my lips, he sucked it off as I moaned gently.

Food became the catalyst for our next round of passionate play. I never wanted it to end. I ate my full, but didn’t lose my hunger for him, and he knew it.

“Open your mouth Duchess.”

I complied, only to whimper in ecstasy as his hard shaft slid over my lips, to fill my ravenous mouth. “Get it nice and wet Duchess. I’m gonna fuck you until you are full of me.”

My saliva ran over his length as I licked and sucked his flesh. He pulled out and with a swift sure movement drew me to my feet.  Bending me over the table, he spread my soft ass cheeks before driving his cock into my wet pussy. I gasped as my tender hole filled with him. His thrusts drove my thighs into the table and I begged for more. His strong hands slapped my ass and still I pleaded for more from him.  

He rode me hard and I welcomed it. He had pleasured me gently and I had sucked him deeply, now he was taking me desperately and I craved it. It would wrap up this fantastic interlude and hold it forever in my mind.

His panting breath quickened and I knew he was close to his climax. Reaching a hand down, I rubbed my swollen clit as he bucked deep inside me. I came hard, my muscles clenching so hard they pulled a low, harsh cry from his lips. He shuddered as he came inside me, pressing against my back to steady his trembling body.

Impulse Affair - Part 7

With his hands grasped firmly on my hair, he guided my mouth to his hot, rigid shaft. “Open,” came the harsh order. I complied and he slowly slid his unyielding cock into my eager mouth. Slowly he pushed in, getting further and further until his engorged tip hit my throat. He paused, expected me to gag, but I pushed forward and took all of him in without flinching.

His amazed groan was all the incentive I needed. I closed my lips around him and ran my tongue over his rock hard flesh. He looked down at me, his face flushed and his mouth open slightly. I relished my power over him at this very minute.

“Oh Duchess, you’re so sexy; on your knees with my cock balls deep in your mouth.” His body trembled as I pushed my tongue against the underside of his dick.

He tightened his grip on my pony-tails and pulled my head back. “I want to fuck that sexy mouth Duchess. I want to fuck it hard.” His voice was rough with need.

“As you wish,” I whispered, opening my mouth wide.

He hammered my mouth with his cock, smothered moans wrenching from his throat as thrust after thrust went deep. His hands held my hair tight, controlling the speed and the force of entry. I loved every second of it. I kept my eyes open, watching his face as he gave in to his fantasy. His breath came faster and faster and his groans grew louder as he used my mouth to reach his climax.

I used my lips to add friction and suction, holding him in briefly before he pulled out. He closed his eyes, nearing his end. Reaching up a hand, I wrapped my fingers around his balls, kneading gently. His cries became urgent and his thrusts more desperate.

With a ringing cry, he thrust deeply into my mouth and held me tight to him. His cock throbbed as he came, warm jets of cum coating my throat. I sucked hard, draining every last drop. I noticed his legs were shaking.

He released my hair and I sat back on my heels, smiling broadly. He fell back onto the bed, spent. “Duchess, that was incredible. You are simply amazing.”

I crawled up to join him, pulling a blanket over our naked bodies.

Impulse Affair - Part 6

I woke suddenly, my body indicating an insistent need. I grabbed my gym bag as I crept to the bathroom, a luxurious expanse of marble and glass. Taking care of the necessities, I took a quick shower. I had an idea for round two with my impulse lover and wanted to freshen up.

As I brushed my hair, I heard him stirring in the other room.

“Do you need in here?” I called politely.

“Nope, I’m all good,” was the cheery reply.

I continued my preparations, pulling my long hair into two pig-tails and sliding on a navy blue sport skirt from my bag. I skipped the matching underwear – they would only get in the way. Finishing off with a tight white t-shirt, I turned to examine myself in the full-length mirror. Not quite a school girl costume, but pretty damn close. Without a bra my nipples stood out, still swollen from his earlier attentions.

I walked slowly to the door and paused, leaning on the door jam. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and as he took in my attire, his cock twitched and jumped to attention.

Twirling a pony-tail, I looked at him through my eyelashes. “Is there something I can do for you sir? I’m really a good girl. I don’t want to get into trouble sir.”

He licked his lips, his face flushing as his cock thickened. “I know you are a good girl. I’m sure we can work something out.” His voice was husky as he stared at me.

Getting to my knees, I slowly crawled across the floor to his feet. I saw his eyes widen as my skirt shifted, revealing my bare ass. His hard shaft was at eye level, the head bulging with one drop of glistening pre-cum sitting on the tip.

I reached out my tongue and licked the drop off, barely touching his hot flesh. I heard his sharp intake of breath and looked up at him coyly. “Did you like that sir? Was that okay?”

He swallowed hard before answering. “That was good, but how about you try it again? And this time, try taking the tip in your mouth.”

I licked over the tip and then slowly took in the head. I swirled my tongue over it and watched as his hands tightened on the bed sheets. I looked up into his eyes, his cock still in my mouth.

“More.” His voice was demanding. I gradually took more and more of his hard length into my mouth. “Good girl.”

I let him slide from my mouth. “Should I do it again sir?”

He nodded and once more I slowly slipped my lips and tongue over his tight cock. When I started to move up and down I heard him breathe deeply, enjoying the sensation. After a couple of minutes I took a break, still on my hands and knees at his feet. “Am I doing a good job sir? I just want to be a good girl.”

His hand reached out and stroked my hair. He smiled down at me. “You are a very good girl. But I know you can do better. This time I’ll help you out a bit.” Taking a pony-tail in each hand, he gave a gentle tug. I looked into his eyes and smiled.

Impulse Affair - Part 5

He pulled back and looked deep into my eyes. “Relax Duchess. As I said before, this is my turn. I plan on playing with you for a quite some time. I’m going to take you higher and higher until you can do nothing but scream.”

His utter frankness caught me off guard and I had to work hard to relax as he watched and waited. Finally satisfied, he moved in once more and his tongue slipped in and out of my soft folds. I drew a shuddering breath and tried hard not to tense up again. He lapped at my sensitive flesh, taking note of what made me shiver, shift or moan.

Using his lips, tongue and teeth, he did exactly what he promised. He sucked, licked and nibbled until my breath came in short sharp gasps, then he backed off, his hands moving up to play with my breasts. A sharp twist of my nipple made me yelp, but the wetness it caused below made him release how the pain excited me. His teeth played with them until they were reddened and I was twisting beneath him, the sensation more exciting than anything I had ever known.

After this short break, his head moved back between my thighs, his tongue flicking back and forth over my swollen clit until my cries grew loud and I tossed on the bed. He moved away again and that erotic pain bloomed again in my breasts.

Time and time again his mouth and hands tormented me as I writhed and moaned. Just when I thought I wouldn’t be able to take any more he changed things up, slipping two fingers into my hot, wet pussy. My breath caught in my throat as the pressure of his strong fingers against my inner walls almost sent me over the edge. I was desperate for my release, shifting against his hand in an effort to reach my peak.

Sliding those two fingers slowly in and out, he refused to be rushed. His fingers sought for and found that most sensitive bit of flesh. My back arched off the bed in reaction and he took a second to push me back onto the bed with his free hand.

“Please...” I begged, panting. “Please Wesley...”

“What do you want Duchess?” He kept up his slow, tantalizing pace in and out of my throbbing, wet pussy. “Is there something you want from me? Something I could do for you?”

“Please,” I pleaded. “Please make me come. I need to come so much.” Begging him for release seemed so right.

“That Duchess is something I can most definitely do for you.” His sexy smile was mirrored in his eyes as he held my gaze, moving his fingers in and out, faster and faster.

The pressure built and built within me as I bucked against his hand. Moving in quickly, his mouth found my clit, sucking hard. His lips clamped down on the tender nub, the friction of his tongue more than I could bear. I came screaming, my body tensing and quaking in ecstasy as his movements continued, drawing every tremor and whimpering cry from me until I lay spent on the bed, unable to move or speak.

“I knew I could make you scream.”

 

I remember him leaving me alone briefly. He returned with a warm wet cloth and tenderly wiped my entire body down. With a soft towel he dried me off and lifted me up to the pillows. Draping a blanket over my exhausted form, he lay down behind me and held me tight. We slept.

Impulse Affair - Part 4

I took several steps inside the room and halted in complete surprise as I looked around at the elegant luxury. This truly was every inch the decadent suite. From the hardwood floor to the bed covered with sumptuous linens to the tiled bathroom haven lying behind glass doors.

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Taking advantage of my sudden lack of forward progress, he came up behind me and slipped the cream linen jacket off my shoulders, draping it over an overstuffed chair. His strong hands caressed my shoulders, moving down my arms before coming to rest on my waist.

His touch felt wonderful and I shivered both in reaction and in anticipation. A moan slipped past my lips as his hands slid up, cupping my breasts while his lips kissed my neck, his warm tongues tasting and teasing the sensitive spot right below my ear.

With tantalizing slowness, my impulse lover began to remove my clothes, anointing each inch of bare skin with gentle caresses and feathery kisses.

I reached for his belt, eager to see all him. He captured my hands, placing them behind my back. “It’s my turn Duchess. I want to explore every inch of your tight little body.”

Trembling at the desire and need in his rough, low voice, I nodded. Throwing caution to the wind, I allowed him free reign to explore my body with his mouth and hands. A wet heat between my thighs indicated my own need for him.

When he had me completely naked, he moved to stand in front of me. His gaze was intense and I bit my lower lip when his mouth descended on my breast, sucking greedily at one then the other. His tongue flicked my nipples in swollen buds of sensitive flesh.

“Please,” I whispered. He paused in his oral assault. “You have named me Duchess. What do I call you?”

“You can call me Wesley.”

“As you wish,” I replied with a smile. My answer drew a sexy smile from him before his mouth resumed its exploration of my body.

He kissed my shoulders and my breasts, all the while walking me backwards, until my legs met the edge of the bed. Gently he pushed me down and laid me back down on the soft bedding. He stood and stared at my body until, embarrassed at the attention, I blushed.

“You are so fucking hot. If you only knew how many times I have seen you and wanted to know what it would be like to see you out of your sexy business suits and heels.”

Never had I felt so desired, so sexy in my life. I was amazed to hear an echo of my thoughts. I had seen him and wondered what he would look like naked. My thoughts went to the last time I had seen him in our office building. Our eyes had met, locking briefly. To know we had both been thinking the same thing...

My musings were interrupted as he knelt between my legs, his strong fingers smoothing lightly over my thighs. I felt my heart race as he bent closer, his breath like a whisper on my soft, sensitive flesh. Tensing, I waited for the touch of his tongue against me.

Impulse Affair - Part 3

For convenience sake, I grabbed my gym bag from the back seat. With a t-shirt, yoga pants and some toiletries, I figured it might be of use. Seeing me grab the bag, he smiled, reaching into the back seat of the gym and pulled out a similar bag.

“A change of clothes might come in handy,” he said with his wicked grin.

We walked together into the hotel and headed for the front desk. The clerk looked up with a smile.

“My friend and I are just passing through and need a room until tomorrow; something with a king-sized bed and a Jacuzzi if you’ve got one.” A faint blush rose to his cheeks and I reached out, laying my hand on his lower back. He turned and gave me an appreciative grin.

“Certainly, sir. We have our Decadent Suite with king-sized bed, two-person shower, Jacuzzi tub and fireplace. Would that work?”

The cost for the room was outrageous and I tried to catch his attention. We didn’t need to break the bank to have our sexy encounter.

“You bet!” He set his credit card on the counter, ignoring my efforts.

With a smile the clerk handed him the room keys and pointed in the direction of the elevators. “Enjoy your stay with us.”

“I’m sure we will.”

I had no idea how he could be so calm. My mind began to race; maybe he was used to doing this. He was used to sexy encounters with random women. Maybe he got a deal with the hotel – so many one night stands, get one free.

Giving myself a small shake, I pulled my thoughts back to reality. This was silly, we were two adults who were incredibly attracted to each other and had the chance to do something about it.

As we made our way to the elevator, his sexy smiles and searing glances heated me all the way to my toes. I could see his obvious hunger for me and knowing I had that power over him was turning me on.

Any plans he might have had for our elevator ride were shot when a family of four joined us just as the doors opened. We stood quietly, side-by-side as the elevator rose silently. To make matters worse, it seemed the chatting family was heading for our floor.

Standing there, his hand found my low back and his fingers began to trace lazy patterns which in turn sent shivers running up and down my spine.

Every inch of me wanted to get to know every inch of him.

As we all exited the elevator, I sighed in relief as the family turned down the hall, headed for the other side of the hotel. “Thank goodness for that,” he whispered. I giggled and moved quickly down the hall, looking for our room.

We got to our door and he handed me a key, bowing gallantly. I realized this was his way of letting my have the final say. Whether we went forward with the or not; it was all in my hands. And right now, I wanted him in my hands. So I inserted the key card, opened the door and walked into our decadent suite.

Impulse Affair - Part 2

My day began like any other; the routine of alarm clock, shower, choosing clothes, hair and make-up. I drove out of the condo parking lot at my usual time, headed for my coffee stop. The drive-through line for Starbucks was its usual three cars long, and the regular barista handed me my venti mocha with a smile.

The rest of my drive was uneventful and I got my usual space on the fourth parking level. I made my way to the elevator, headed for the 22^nd floor. And that’s when my day changed.

He got on at the third level and our eyes met. He smiled and my heart skipped a beat. My mouth went dry and I took a sip of my mocha. I had seen him many times before, always at a distance. He was sexy and had an open smile.

Inhaling deeply, he looked in my eyes, “Mocha…yummy.” It should have been tacky, creepy even, but it sent sexy shivers up my spine. I bit my lower lip as he took a step closer. His lips looked full and I wanted to feel them pressed against mine.

“You work in the building, don’t you?” I managed a weak nod. “I see you every day, but I usually get the next elevator. I’m with the ad agency on the 14^th floor.” His voice gave me goose bumps and I couldn’t ever remember being so affected by a guy.

“I’m with the public relations firm on the 22^nd.” I was trying to be casual, but the flush on my face gave me away.

He reached around and pushed a button on the gleaming copper wall. He wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. The elevator jerked to a sudden stop. I gasped as his hard body pressed against me. I was having trouble breathing.

“Play hooky with me today Duchess. Let’s get into all kinds of trouble together.”

I should have said no, been horrified, but I paused. Why shouldn’t I take a chance and have some fun? I always took the safe road and then regretted it.  His hands were beginning to do crazy things to my body. With his biker boots, dark jeans and black t-shirt, he was exactly what I wanted. I grabbed his t-shirt, pulled him down to me and whispered in his ear, “Take me away from all this.”

He started the elevator again, hitting the button for the fourth parking level. When the elevator doors opened he pushed me forward and I moved quickly to my car. Once inside, the reality of what I was about to do hit me. I texted my best friend, letting her know what I was about to do. I also texted my boss and gave an excuse for my absence then drove up the ramp, stopping one floor up. He was leaning against a dusty jeep, waiting for me. With a sexy grin he climbed in the jeep, started it up and pulled out in front of me.

Driving out of the building, he turned towards the highway and the airport. I could see him check the rear view mirror every few minutes to make sure I was still there. Paying close attention to his car, I was caught off-guard when he pulled into the parking lot of a new and very ritzy hotel.

We parked next to each other and I sent another text just to keep my best friend in the loop. I might be throwing caution to the wind but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to play it safe.

Impulse Affair - Part 1

Have you ever been going about your daily routine and seen a drop dead, sexy man? Did you try to catch his eye only to have him smile at you? Did you take a moment to wonder what it would be like to kiss him, touch him, hell even make mad, passionate love to him?

What if that man walked up to you and offered you one day of mind-blowing bliss? What if there was nothing stopping you from going through with it?



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That’s how I ended up lying in the bed of a ritzy hotel, watching the best fuck of my life get dressed, covering up the sculpted torso, broad shoulders and huge cock that have been making my dreams come true over the past twenty-four hours.

“Will we ever do this again?” I don’t want to seem clingy or desperate but I know one day with him is not going to be enough for me.

“You can count on it Duchess. I know how to find you.” I’m not sure how I earned the nickname, but I like it.

Slipping on his boots, he looks over his shoulder, seeing me sprawling naked across the bed. Stalking over, he reaches down, tangling strong fingers in my long hair and pulls me up for a deep, sensual kiss. His full lips, which have been like silk on my skin, are now bruising in their intensity. I feel my body respond.

“We will do this again.” His deep voice is confident in his assertion.

Then he is gone; leaving me alone to think.

With a Closed Fist

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Cassidy clapped her hands in delight as she stood over the naked woman kneeling on the hardwood floor. A respectful voice informed Cassidy that her mentor was gifting a toy for her achievements to date.

“Whatever you chose Miss Cassidy. He leaves it to you to determine her fate, punishment or
pleasure.” With that, the man slipped out and closed the door.

Low lighting shimmered on lightly tanned skin as Cassidy examined her toy. She noticed the woman’s eyes were cast down in the proper submissive manner. Short honey-colored hair framed a delicate face.

Cassidy nudged a slender thigh with the toe of her leather boot. The woman didn’t flinch or respond in any way. Cassidy tapped her crop on a smooth buttock, but still no indication or acknowledgement from her gift. In an instant Cassidy knew what she would do. She was going to force a reaction from this woman and rip screams from her throat.

With hands and leather crop, Cassidy arranged her new toy to her liking. Looking self-conscious, the pretty woman now lay on her back with her legs chained high and wide above her head, her sex completely exposed. As Cassidy stared at her, a rosy blush spread over the woman’s skin. Cassidy smiled and turned to grab a bottle of lube and a powerful vibrator.

“Do you have anything to say to me before we begin?”

“No Mistress.” Soft words that spoke volumes; Cassidy knew she would enjoy breaking this one.

Dripping lube onto the tip of the vibrator, Cassidy rubbed it over the woman’s smooth sex, pausing to press it against her clit before turning it on. She saw the quick blink of an eye and heard the barest intake of breath, but no other reaction. She turned up the vibrator, pressing down slightly. Minute by minute, she increased the speed and pressure of her powerful tool, watching as her toy began to breathe quicker and her juices began to flow.

Focusing on her silent submissive, Cassidy watched for subtle movements or reactions and when she judged the time right, changed things up. Maintaining pressure on the swollen clit, she lubed up her other hand and slipped two fingers into the wet well. Exploring the woman’s most private channel she slid a third then a fourth finger deep into the now dripping pussy. A low gasp made her smile. She pulled her fingers out and slid them back in, again and again, feeling muscles tighten as the pressure inside and out grew.

Cassidy withdrew her fingers and heard a slight whimper. She didn’t give her prize time to think, she plunged her entire hand back inside, her fingers forming a closed fist that pressed against that most sensitive of female flesh. She acknowledged the woman’s strangled cry by pumping her fist inside the hot, wet pussy.

This was meant to be a punishment and Cassidy did not hold back. She twisted her fist as she drilled it in and out, feeling the slick pussy walls clench on her hand and wrist. The sensation drove her on, as did the panting cries that grew louder and louder as she wore down her toy’s resistance. The vibrator continued its assault on the woman’s engorged clit.

Suddenly Cassidy ripped her hand out from the woman, pulling back the vibrator. Tears poured down her toy’s cheeks as she was deprived of the sensations coursing through her body. Her cries grew louder and louder until Cassidy slapped her quickly twice across the face. Panting gasps indicated she had broken through the downward spiral.

With a harsh smile she pushed her hand back into the swollen pussy, filling the woman and exploring deep inside her. Cassidy increased her speed and forcefully applied the vibrator. The whimpering escalated to shrieks.

The noise was broken by desperate pleading. “Please Mistress, may I come? Please may I come?” Her voice was ragged and hoarse.

“Do you deserve to come?” Cassidy’s voice was full of authority.

“No Mistress. Oh Mistress… Please may I come?” Her entire body shook and sweat dripped from her face.

“Do you belong to me?”

“Oh yes, Mistress, please Mistress. Oh, may I please come?”

More violent thrusts sent her body beyond its limits. Finally Cassidy looked down into wild eyes, “You may come.”

A storm of sounds ripped from the woman as she submitted to Cassidy’s domination. Her pussy clamped down hard on Cassidy’s fist as she twisted again and pulled out. A stream of warm fluid squirted from the bound woman as shrill screams tore at her throat. Her body bucked and shuddered, straining against her bonds as her eyes rolled back in her head.

Standing, Cassidy stretched out her back and arms before turning back to her toy. Gently she released her, holding the shuddering, moaning body tight.

Parched lips kissed her hand. “Thank you Mistress!”

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Weak in the Knees

Several weeks ago, I talked about the challenge of finding enough things to write about when one is trying to give appropriate attention to my W.I.P., contribute to your own blog and come up with sexy short stories for another blog. One of my ideas was to pick some song lyrics that seemed to resonate with me and think of an erotic theme that was outside the box so to speak.

I even noted that for my first try at this lyrical inspiration, I was going to pay tribute to a wonderful Canadian songstress, Serena Ryder and her song Weak in the Knees. What follows is a playful twist on my favorite lyrics from my favorite song:

Would you mind if I walked up to you and I kissed your face?

In front of all of your friends.

Would you mind if I got drunk and said, I want to take you home to bed?

Weak in the Knees, Serena Ryder

I hope you enjoy!

Weak in the Knees

Music was pounding in my head and my heart was pounding in my chest. It was another night at my favorite local establishment and another night spent staring at him. He didn’t have a name but I knew every feature and habit as if they were my own. His very presence at the bar made me weak in the knees. I wanted him.

I had seen him before. I’d get here with my girlfriends and he’d already be at the bar laughing with his friends. His height and broad shoulders ensured that I could always see his sculpted body and wavy brown hair. His hazel eyes and full lips called to me.

The second time I saw him I smiled and nodded when he looked my way. No response. I was shocked. While I wasn’t gorgeous, I knew I was plenty attractive. Long legs, generous curves and a pretty face should have been enough to win a smile. I had really been hoping for something more, maybe a drink or even a dance.

A few weeks later I had tried again, still no reaction. I was perplexed. One of his friends noticed my interest and leaned into him, whispering in his ear. I turned away, humiliated.

So here we are again, yet another week and I’m still hung up on a guy I’ve never met who won’t even smile at me. While waiting at the bar to order another beer, I heard two of his friends chatting about how easy guys’ nights were now that they were all single. My heart sang knowing that there wasn’t a woman waiting for him at the end of the night. My brain jumped at the chance to rain on my heart’s parade; if he wouldn’t acknowledge my existence I obviously didn’t have a chance. I ordered two tequila shots to drown my sorrows.

Back at the table, my friends tried to convince me to go over and say hello. Finally, my best friend said that more drastic measures were needed. Her idea was for me to walk right up to him and kiss him in front of all his friends. After all, she reasoned, what did you have to lose? What did I have to lose indeed?

Oh, what the hell!

The walk across the crowded club seemed to take forever. As I got closer, one of his buddies, a stocky blond, reached over and tapped him on the shoulder. Here she comes, I heard his friend say. He turned to face me, a smile growing on those sexy lips.

We stood staring at each other, but it was almost as if he was looking right past me. That does it, I decided; time to get his attention once and for all.

Without a word I reached up and grabbed two handfuls of his shirt, pulling him towards me.  My lips pressed against his and I heard a surprised intake of breath. His friends were shocked to silence and then one whistled in obvious approval.

I continued to kiss him, using my tongue to gently lick his lower lip. His mouth opened and I took full advantage, slipping my tongue inside to taste him. To my surprise his strong hands moved to my waist. His head bent as he responded to my kiss with passion. His tongue met mine and he pulled me in tight against his chest. As our bodies came together, I felt a warm wetness between my legs and his interest was apparent through his stiffening cock. We broke apart but his hands kept me close.

“Dance with me?” I asked hesitantly, before he could catch his breath and say something to ruin the moment. He nodded enthusiastically so I grabbed his hand and pulled him after me, slowly weaving a path to the dance floor.

We didn’t say much, just clung to each other and mumbled compliments as our hands moved over each other in time to the music. I loved that his chest was so muscular. He whispered to me that my body felt like magic. I ran my fingers over his arms, outlining their defined components. His fingers read my body like a book. His lips caressed my face and neck.

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As the song wrapped up, my mouth found his ear. “I want to take you home to bed. Oh, and my name is Stephanie.” I started to lead him back to his friends.

His lips found my ear and he whispered back, “My name is Chris and that sounds like a great plan to me; but only if Carter can come too.” Confused, I really looked at the group and for the first time, saw a guide dog lying at their feet, protected under the overhanging bar.

He was blind. Everything was falling into place. He hadn’t smiled at me because he simple couldn’t see me. His hands had been so busy on my face and body because he was learning what I looked like. My face flushed with embarrassment. At least he couldn’t see that too.

Reading my hesitation as a rejection, he pulled away slightly. I laid a hand on his arm. “Of course he can join us. As long as he promises to close his eyes; I’m rather shy you know.” His burst of laughter was amazing and he hugged me tight. He turned to his friends, excused us, took hold of Carter’s harness and gave me his arm.

With Carter’s help I got Chris out of the bar, back to my car and up to my apartment. The instant the door closed I slid my hands up his chest. His mouth came down on mine with a wonderful forcefulness. Simply being kissed by him was a thrill. My body was responding and I wanted him.

Coming up for air, I ran my hands through his hair, standing on tip toe to lick his neck and nibble on his ear lobe. A moan deep in his chest sent shivers through my body. I began to pull him towards my room.

Carter took one step forward. I held up my hand. “Carter my friend, you get the couch. I’m not up to a dog’s scrutiny in my bedroom.” Chris laughed, reinforcing my command. Carter walked over, jumped up on the couch and lay down.

We continued our journey to my bed, losing clothing and discovering each other along the way. His body was as fantastic as I had imagined and by the way he was kissing and licking me, Chris was good with the way I was put together.

I pulled him down onto the bed, his lean body tight against mine. He made me close my eyes and proceeded to demonstrate how the lack of vision enhanced the other senses; his talented tongue and fingers brought me to my peak again and again. My muscles sang with the sweetest orgasms I have ever had.

Finally I was able to catch my breath. I pushed Chris back onto my pillows and ran my tongue up the length of his cock, stopping to suck on the swollen tip. His hips bucked and he wrapped his fingers in my hair. Taking my time I lavished attention on his magnificent cock, tasting him and hearing him groan in pleasure. I took all of him in my mouth and he responded with a strangled cry. Holding him inside my mouth, I snaked my tongue around his hard heat. Fingers tightened in my hair.

He pulled me up and I raised myself over him and lowered myself slowly onto his hot, hard cock. I saw him shudder and draw in a deep breath as my slickness welcomed him deep inside me. We rocked together slowly, our bodies fitting together perfectly. He slid his hands up me, coming to rest on my sensitive breasts, playing havoc with my tender nipples. I ran my long fingernails up his chest then reached over him to grip the headboard.

Picking up the pace, I could feel his hard, hot cock pressing against me from the inside. Biting my lower lip, I rode him faster and faster. His groans had taken on a desperate edge and his hands moved to grip my hips, pulling me down against him harder and harder. My swollen clit was rubbing against his pelvis and the friction was driving me crazy.

Chris bucked his hips and the change of pressure was exactly what I needed. With a sharp cry I came, my pussy clenching on his cock as I shuddered and gasped. Two more strong thrusts from below and he came hard, crying out my name.

We lay tangled in my sheets, holding each other close.

Suddenly I jumped, squealing as something cold and wet brushed against my foot. Turning, I noticed Carter peaking over the mattress.  “Carter! You were supposed to wait on the couch.”

Chris burst out laughing. I pulled up the sheet and beckoned to his companion. “Get on up here Carter. Come check him out. He’s fine you know.”

"He's better than fine, actually!" He pulled me back into his arms and we fell asleep; all three of us. 

Finding the Time

With the short Canadian summers, there is so much to get done and enjoy while there is limited time to get out and enjoy it. I must admit to finding the time to write has been my biggest challenge.

Ideas still run through my head and I've put pen to paper several times - drafting some details or tweaking a story in the works.

Conversations with my darling, long-suffering hubby have also become part of my routine. I want him to understand what I am working on and I never want him to feel excluded or less than the man I love desperately...even though I'm writing lots of naughty goodness!!

I hope to have a new steamy short story submitted to www.goodvibesblog.com in the next couple of days...so keep an eye out for it!

Kept Waiting

**This story first appeared on GoodVibesBlog: www.goodvibesblog.com/kept-waiting/


She stood outside the door to his room, waiting for him. Strong hands slipped a midnight blue satin band over her eyes. She was panting in anticipation; just knowing he intended to punish her tonight made her wet with desire.

Reaching past her he pushed opened the door; she stepped forward immediately, craving what was going to happen in this room. He praised her enthusiasm.

She hoped he would take off the blindfold. Seeing his room with its huge iron bed and the huge wooden armoire filled with his tools excited her.

With steady hands he peeled her clothes off and then spun her around roughly. If she recalled correctly, she was now facing the elaborate scrolled footboard. There would be leather cuffs above her head, chains hanging on each side, and a ball gag hanging from a finial.

He made her stand there, motionless for what seemed like an eternity until she wanted to beg and plead with him to torment her with his hands and cock, not his eyes. She stood for so long in her black, six-inch, spike heels that the muscles in her calves began to twitch. The more she tried to relax her weary legs, the more they rebelled. But still he made her wait, each second an agonizing eternity. She knew he was counting each twitch, storing them in his memory to be added to her punishment.

There was a soft noise, barely a whisper of sound, but she knew what it was. Trembling, she waited for the coiled whip to bite into her buttocks. When the intense sting of pain finally came, she thanked him as she exhaled. A second lash was closely followed by a third and then a fourth. With each strike she thanked him for his time, his efforts and his attention.

Finally, he approached her and stoked her reddened ass cheeks. Biting her lower lip, she prayed he would take his huge hand and…

She jolted as his open hand impacted on the tender flesh. She thanked him willingly.

Her arms jerked as he raised her hands above her head, buckling them into leather restraints. She knew she would soon welcome the support of the leather wrist cuffs. He had promised a severe punishment for her tardiness this afternoon. Construction and a traffic accident were no excuse. She knew she should have called, but truth be told, she welcomed his punishments and had turned off her cell phone intentionally.

Spreading her legs apart, he once again brought the flat of his hand down hard. She sucked in air and thanked him. One after another the blows rained down until she thought she would pass out. Just then, she heard him take a step forward.

A sharp cry wrenched from her throat as his hand pushed into her dripping pussy. He called her a slut, a dirty whore and a cunt. She smiled and answered him the only way she could, she agreed. He sent his hand deeper into her hole and began to pump his fist. In seconds her need to come had wiped everything else from her mind.

She begged and pleaded with him to let her come, to please let his dirty slut come. Laughing, he made her wait, one minute stretching into two then five. Tears streamed down her face as he pumped her pussy but denied her release. Suddenly, the exquisite pressure and pain was gone. She moaned in disappointment, knowing the sound would bring its own punishment.

His thick fingers grabbed her swollen ass cheeks, nails digging in. As he pulled them apart, she had only that for warning as his hard cock slammed into her back hole. She screamed as the fiery pain met the pleasure building in her pussy and broke over her. She shook and shrieked her thanks as he drilled her ass again and again.

Experience had taught them that she could achieve an anal orgasm and squirt simultaneously. She now realized that this was his goal for tonight and couldn’t believe her good luck.

She could feel the pressure building as his cock pumped her tight hole. The fingers of one hand found her clit and squeezed, adding to the oncoming wave.

Again she voiced a request to come. Again he denied her. She begged and pleaded for release. He would not relent. Her greatest fear was to come without permission. Her peak was approaching quickly. She fought it back desperately. The other hand released its grip on her ass and tangled in her hair, wrenching her head back towards his mouth. In his rough whisper he granted her heart’s desire.

Sobbing loudly, she came in a torrent of fluid and spasms. Her holes tightened, squeezing his cock until he came deep in her abused ass. Unable to control her body, she hung limply from the leather cuffs and wept tears of joy. She barely noticed when he took her down and carried her to the chaise. Laying her down, he tenderly cleaned her and held her in his arms while she drifted. Gradually she came back to him and reached up to place her hand on his cheek.

Perhaps she would forget to take out the trash tomorrow.

Validation

Several posts ago I had mentioned that one way I was going to source ideas for my short stories and blog postings. My last attempt for this has been a personal success for me.

Nothing makes an author happier than discovering her words impact others. When I was inspired to write Kept Waiting (http://goodvibesblog.com/kept-waiting/ ) I thanked my muse via Twitter. He was so kind as to comment on my story but then went another step by featuring my work on his blog: http://thedomnextdoor.wordpress.com/2012/06/29/inspiration/

I also spent the weekend with a good friend who was so very supportive of my writing. Everything I have done to date was met with intense enthusiasm. Such a great validation of my work.

There will be so much more to come! Please stay with me for the journey.

Sex On The Rocks

**This story first appeared on GoodVibesBlog: http://goodvibesblog.com/sex-on-the-rocks/.


He led her to his over-sized black truck and helped her climb in. The deep rumble of the hemi engine made her smile. He headed towards the hills and an hour later they arrived at a long low building. He grinned, “Lady’s pleasure: shooting or driving?”

Her face lit up and he knew he had made a good choice – both for the day’s activities and the woman sitting next to him. He could smell her perfume, spicy and deep with an unknown sweetness; it suited her.

Eyes sparkling, she thought a moment. “Shooting first, it’s been forever since I held hot steel in my hands. Then you can drive me wherever you want!” Her look left no question about what she wanted.
He laughed. Of course she knew how to shoot a gun; what had he been thinking?

They shot almost every type of gun there. She wasn’t his equal in skill but she learned quickly. He studied her as she slowed her breathing, concentrated on the target and slowly squeezed the trigger. He watched her hands slide over pistols, shot guns and rifles wishing she was touching him.

They emptied their final clips and he turned to her, “Ready for the drive of your life?”

She brushed a stray hair from her face, smiling. “Lead on!”

As she walked by, he gave into temptation, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her in for a kiss. Her hands moved up to rest on his muscular chest. He pulled back. Gripping his t-shirt in her hands, she yanked him down, letting him know she wanted his lips on hers, his tongue touching hers.
The heat was spectacular. So was the fire in his groin and the pounding of his heart. They paused, not breaking contact. Breathing heavily, they stared intensely at each other.


She licked her lips, “I believe you promised me the ride of my life?”

They turned in their weapons and picked up keys before making two stops; the restroom and the canteen. In the parking lot, a shiny red jeep loaded with off-road gear looked like an escapee from an action movie.

She stopped, shaking her head. “It’s gonna get dirty now!”

* * * * *

The hot September sun beat down on them as he steered the Jeep up hills and over rocky outcrops, reaching the final lookout in about an hour. He parked and they jumped out to check out the view. The scene was breathtaking – a steep drop-off, brush and rocks lining the chasm. They stood there, taking it all in.

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“Give me a boost?” Turning, he saw her standing in front of a flat rock. He walked over and effortlessly lifted her up. She placed her hands on his broad shoulders to steady herself. They were now eye to eye. Her hands moved from his shoulders and slid down the muscled planes of his chest. He tensed as they passed over his pecs, his nipples hardening as her fingertips brushed them through the fabric of his t-shirt.

Closing his eyes he gave into the fiery sensations running through his torso and into his tightening groin. She chuckled lowly, her long fingers running up his neck and over his shaved scalp. He trembled as her touch set off chills he couldn’t have controlled if had wanted to.

With his eyes closed, he was unprepared for the caress of her soft lips on his. He sighed and she continued her kiss, her tongue reaching in to taste him. Smothering a groan he took one step closer. He shivered as she kissed along his jaw and nibbled on his ear. He sucked in air, having trouble breathing.

Her fingers hooked his belt loops and dragged him the last step to her, his pelvis pressing to the curves of her body. He shook as the pressure of his stiffening cock built into a deafening roar in his head. She didn’t stop. Each reaction on his part drove her on. Her mouth moved to his ear, caressing and teasing.

Suddenly she backed off. He moaned, disappointed and opened his eyes. She was sitting back on the rock, her face flushed. She beckoned to him with one finger.

Slowly he reached out and undid the buttons on her shirt one by one. He could see her nipples, firm and luscious under her pink bra. His strong fingers teased and pinched them through the silky fabric before reaching in to knead her smooth, abundant breasts.

She watched him touch her and that turned him on. He leaned in and kissed the hollow at the base of her throat, licking up to her jaw. Sliding her denim skirt over her thighs his caresses continued, his fingertips searching.

Her hands reached for his belt. It was undone quickly and her nimble fingers moved on to the button and zipper. He thought about making her stop but he couldn’t seem to form the words.

This tips of his fingers brushed against bare skin. He smiled and pressed his hand to her sex. She strained against his hand. Sliding two fingers in he felt her wet heat.

He wanted to make this last, to draw out their pleasure, but she had finished with his pants and reached inside to grasp his throbbing cock. His knees buckled and he knew he couldn’t wait so he dove into her warm folds. They gasped as their heat merged and intensified. Hungry mouths found each other as he thrust deep inside her. Her pussy tightened on his hard length, driving him closer to the edge. He pulled back and moved in slowly, again and again. She whimpered, raking her nails down his chest in a vain attempt to hurry his pace.

Reaching down as they rocked together, he pressed hard on her swollen clit with his thumb. The additional sensation caused her to tense and she cried out as he took her over the edge of pleasure. The power of her climax brought him with her, his cry echoing through the hills.

* * * * *

On the trip back down the trail he kept humming, reaching out every now and then to touch her. It seemed he was making sure she was real, that all of this was real.

She shifted on the seat and he looked over, smiling. The Jeep bounced as it found the trail between the rocks and he noticed her shift again. “Is there a problem?”

His look of concern touched her. “Rock burn on my ass!”

Her honest answer caught him off guard and he howled with laughter. “Was it worth it?”

“Damn straight” she replied without hesitation.

He knew this wasn’t even close to being over.

Hey honey, I have decided to write...

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How exactly do you tell your partner, your lover, your best friend that you have decided to write erotica...and are trying to get it published? I'm still working this out. He and I frequently discuss this new hobby/obsession of mine!

I know it will be a series of conversations that will have me explaining each reason, each planned step, each goal time and again. And I am VERY okay with that because I love him dearly and want to share my successes with him and to be able to cry on his shoulder when things do not go the way I had hoped.

I did know that he might be concerned I was writing about us. One read through a couple of my stories served to convince him that I was most definitely NOT using our intimate encounters as story fodder. The topics and situations I included were so far removed from our lives, he realized he was not written in black and white on my pages.

I continue to learn more and more about the industry, and put more and more time into making a go of it in this erotica world. Some of it makes its way into my being...and into our lives. To date this has been positive, resulting in increased time talking and I truly hope it continues to add to our relationship.

New sexy shorts coming soon!

I have been thinking of ways to keep the writing coming so that I can work on my larger projects and still have some fun, steamy content for this blog and for my contributions to http://www.goodvibesblog.com/.

Two ideas have presented themselves:


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Pull ideas from conversations with people I'm meeting on Twitter and Facebook that are part of the erotica/romance/kink communities - what interests them and how I interpret it. Thanks to @MoreThanNylons and @Cameron_Lincoln for a bit of fun inspiration the other day!



Take song lyrics that have always spoken to me and see where I can take them. Two songs came immediately to mind - Daughtry's Life After You and Serena Ryder's Weak in the Knees.

Having had the priviledge of seeing Serena live in Ottawa, Canada a couple of years ago, several lines of this song always had me wondering what comes next or what if it isn't what she thinks. As I was trying to pick which song to eroticize first, I happened to check my Twitter account. Imagine my surprise when I noticed my most recent follower was none other than Serena Ryder (@SerenaRyder)!!

So needless to say, I am taking on Weak in the Knees as a sexy short story. Whose to say what will come from it! ;)

You always remember your first!

So today, my first ever online story was published! It is a fun, fiesty little story and I'm really happy! You can check it out at: http://goodvibesblog.com/sex-on-the-rocks/#more-50094

Countdown...

In the next couple of days, I will be posting my first blog on http://goodvibesblog.com/ and I'm really excited. This will be a new challenge for me in a time full of opportunities.

For those of you who have been asking for one of my stories, the first post will be exactly that, a fun, sexy short story Sex on the Rocks. Please feel free to comment!!

Slipping into another skin...

When I decided to slide into the world of erotica, perhaps the easiest decision was to work under a pen name. It has allowed me to leave my world and experiment, dominate, submit in ways I never thought possible...oh I knew they existed, but they were on the other side of the fence so to speak.

I am able to close my eyes and picture sexy scenes playing out in front of me as a viewer rather than as a participant, pulling scenes from my life. That might be a little too close for comfort.

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The past few months have been about getting settled in my writing. The past few weeks have been about finding a social media presence for my steamy alter ego - facebook, twitter, this blog. There could be other online projects in my near future.

My writing has developed, thanks in part to some great friends and editors. I now have several short stories out for consideration in various anthologies and I'm ten chapters into a novel and have more ideas brewing.

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As I interact with more and more authors - in my hometown, in my province and aroud the world - the support has been incredible. The sense of being a part of something has helped when my resolve weakened.

Will success be immediate..or even in the short term: I do not think so. Any hills I crest will be the result of planning, hard work and effort.

Over the next days, weeks and months I plan to post some of my writing to get people wanting more, hanging on my every word and needing that next piece of me!

What is sexy?

Each one of us defines sexy as something different:

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The sweeping curve of a woman's back
Broad shoulders tapering to tight hips
Whispering lips brushing a sensitive ear
A tongue sweeping down a slender neck
Voluptuous curves
Hands tied tight behind their back
Muscles rippling across taunt buttocks

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There are so many different sights, sounds, scents, tastes and textures to explore and admire.

As I sit wondering what to write about...other than the obvious, I can't help but think of the many topics I would like to discuss, learn more about and inform others on: sex, kink, body image, plus-size sexy attire and accessories...the list does go on and on.

There will be times when I ask questions, provide information, rant or post my writing. As I delve deeper into the world of erotica and the business of writing, lessons learned will also play a role here.

Any feeback, comments or questions would be greatly appreciated as I begin my journey.

Starting Point Now

After years of starting to write 'something' and never getting very far, I decided to take a friend's advice and try writing something completely different. For me, that something different was erotica. My plan involves setting up my social nextworks, discovering the potential of blogging and writing, writing, writing!

I have several short stories finished and have submitted three of them for consideration in different anthologies. I'm working on several other stories and a couple of novels. I'm connecting with other authors and getting feedback on my writing.

That being said, I am supported by my lovin' hubby and some great friends. 'S' helps edit my work, 'H' and 'D' give me great feedback and 'N' provides awesome intel!

As I get more familiar with blogging and get my 'voice' I'll be posting more and more. Stay tuned!!

Getting going...

Welcome to my new venture...blogging! This profile will change a lot over the next days and weeks...stay tuned!