A Pair of Fishnets

I remember the moment I fell in love with him; it hit me like a bolt of lightning, igniting a surge through my body and leaving me singed.  In that very second everything about me changed.  I was naked except for the thigh high fishnets and black stiletto’s, I had a fist full of cock in my hand and the ceiling fan was doing its best to put out the flames inside of me.  

My life literally flashed before my eyes as if I had just experienced some inescapable trauma and the only thing I could see was him.  Everything else was pointless and didn’t matter.  My job was now just a means to an end even though it had been my life’s passion and even more importantly; my body was now his.  He could have it at will and do with it as he pleased as long as he let me love him.

That surge of lightning ran though my body took over my being and ran straight through my fingertips to his hard cock.  I was desperate to satisfy his insatiable appetite for my sex and wrapped my lips around his length.  I watched him as he stared at me and I knew the exact moment when the bolt of lightning had reached his eyes.  He knew.  

I stopped and we locked our stares together, “I love you,” I said plainly and without expectation of hearing anything in reply.

He shifted his weight and took control, flipped me to my back and drove himself deep into my pussy fast and hard.  It took me by surprise but I held on as we kept our gazes together; his cool blue eyes were like melting ice in the hot summer sun.  His body erupted inside of me and he curled down on top, exhausted from the sudden change in energy. 

“I love you too,” he whispered into my ear.

I had a feeling of re-birth, completely opposite to the consuming feelings I’d had when I realized I couldn’t live without him.  I was alive again, whole and confident, still his in every way but now as a partner of love not just an admirer in love.  It was freeing and exciting, something I couldn’t read in a book or see in a movie; it was my page to write and my scene to direct straight from my heart and not the literary crossroads of someone's muddled experiences. 

I look back on it now and think how much the whole experience seemed completely out-of body but I wouldn’t change it for the world.  Of course it’s one of those moments we tend to keep to ourselves as not many people really need the steamy details of how we first expressed our love and who said it first.  On the other hand, it would make a great line in the best man’s speech if weren’t for the fact that my grandmother would know I owned a pair of thigh high fishnet sex stalking’s.

Silly Phone

I've been a little absent from here lately so my apologies for anyone that is waiting with baited breath for something sexy to read!  As for the rest of you make sure to head on over to eroticaria.com and check out my latest chapter from The Life & Lays of Penelope Sweet Ch2 pt4

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Back to business: I found myself sitting on the patio wearing little more that a white see through camisole and pair of lace panties.  It was unusually warm for a fall day but I'm not gonna lie, I was a tad chilly and had you walked up on me, you would have seen it.  Anyways, with a cup of coffee in hand and a blanket creeping closer and closer to my naked thighs, I began writing a book in my head.

The ideas were blowing through my brain like a crisp fall breeze and I was so lost in thought that I had to snap myself into reality.  What was I doing not writing all if this down?  I know it is one of my best concepts to date but I was torn between the comfort of my overstuffed wicker chair and getting up to retrieve my laptop.  A little quick thinking and a lot of laziness led me to pulling out my iPhone and tapping away with my thumbs the first 1000 words of my new adventure.  Needless to say, my hands are a little stiff and if this newly begun idea springs into the next best seller, I will frame my phone and hang it on a wall next to the family photos. 

Of course this may not come to pass in which case I will continue to incorporate the convenience of my phone into my daily life of writing, reading, researching, marketing and of course, getting me un-lost!

Getting It Done

Sorry Peeps, nothing dirty will be on here today, well maybe!  I have been working hard on a novel, a few short stories and some flash fiction as well as getting The Life & Lays of Penelope Sweet onto EroticAria.com.  Each week I will post a new chapter and each day I will have a new part in that chapter available to read.  Parts one and two of chapter one are up now and are ready for your viewing pleasure so follow the link:

  The Life & Lays of Penelope Sweet

I hope you take a moment to check things out and know that I am still working hard at getting some great content up for you to fantasize over.  Don't forget to follow me on twitter @DelphineDeRicci

A Woman's Secret

It's always tough getting something new started and I am currently establishing several different pages in hopes to connect with more readers, writers, fans and even critics.  In the mean time, I will leave you with this:   WARNING: slightly X rated...over 18 ONLY

Her long hair was in tangles draped across the pillow, her breathing was hard and she was clutching onto the sheets with both hands, knuckles white from clenching her fists.  She was in uncharted waters, nervous yet hot with passion all the same.  Calli hadn't ever been naked with a man before and even though she was covered with a crisp clean sheet, he was underneath it surveying all her soft and luscious lady parts. 

She felt the warmth of his mouth between her thighs and couldn't resist the urge to look at what he was doing.  As his tongue danced inside of her, she lifted the sheet just enough to watch his face move between her legs and felt his tongue plunge deep.  The sensations startled her, it was delicious having a man taste her and she stared at him as he worked his magic. 

She made a point to remember this moment always; from the look of his ruffled hair peeking out over her flat belly to the warmth rising up her body and the unedited moans escaping her lungs.  With her mental snap shot in place, Calli began to melt into the sensations she was experiencing.  She was hot and wet, waves of tingles were shooting through her insides and as he licked and sucked, she moaned and panted.

Moments later her body caved to the constant stimulation, her loins seized around his fingers and she exploded in release.  She screamed out in pleasure as his tongue licked her excitement clean.  Her body relaxed and she felt like a new woman, a woman holding a secret that was too sensual to share but too wonderful to keep hidden.  It was the secret shared by all women who have experienced the scent of an orgasm at the hands of another.  It was sensual perfection.