Sexy Litte Game

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I've been working on a lot of short stories as well as reading a TON in order to better my style and voice.  I hope it's working!

This is your LAST CHANCE to get Forbidden House Guest by Priscilla Hathaway for FREE! It's a hot little read with thigh quenching sex and a little bit of naughty!

As always, here is something fun:

I wrapped my fingers in his curly brown hair.  I was on top of him, skirt hiked up and panties to the side.  The lacy fabric was soaked with my wet juices and his cock was buried in my pussy.  My knees were stuck to the leather seat of his truck, stilettos clipping the center console and Prada blazer draped over the passenger seat. 

My tank top was pulled down around my waist.  I was bouncing up and down his shaft, tits bobbing and swaying as my slickness engulfed him.  I was moaning with pleasure as he yelled out my name, "Fuck me Ginger!  Oh God fuck me baby," he ordered.

His hands pressed against my double D's.  He squished them together and sucked on my nipples, flicked his tongue across the little peaks and nibbled them with his teeth.  I was close, a tsunami of pleasure was flooding my loins and I started moaning.  One more flick of his tongue and I went over the edge; my pussy tightened like a vice on his cock.  Sweet nectar dripped from my pinkness and his cock flexed.  I felt him tense again and the sudden heat of his cum shot through me in spurts as he shook with release. 

Time was short, I couldn't spare another moment because I was already late getting home, "Goodnight Max," I whispered into his ear before kissing his lips.

"Same time tomorrow my sweet," he asked.

"Of course my love," I said as I adjusted my clothes and buttoned my blazer.

I hopped out of his truck, fluffed my hair and straightened my skirt before climbing into my car.  I flipped the visor mirror down, applied some lip gloss then took my rings from the cup holder and sunk them back onto my finger.

I rolled down the window and waved goodbye, the two carat rock sparkling in the light.  He waved back, gold wedding band gleaming in the evening sun, "Until tomorrow," he said. 

I blew him a kiss then sped out of the park to the main road; sex on the sly was the best.  I pulled my car into the garage and my husband greeted me at the door, "Hello my sweet you're running late this evening."

"Sorry love," I said as I kissed his lips, "I got caught up in a meeting."  He squeezed me tight to him, "So what do you want for dinner tonight Max," I asked.

Morning Light

Sorry Peeps, I'm just not that great at maintaining this little blog but when I do find the time between all the craziness, I get on here to tap away.  My novel is coming along and I am thrilled even though I don't get to work on it as much as I would like. 

I always seem to come up with fantastic ideas, jot 500 words down then get back to other commitments without plotting an ending or middle.  For my novel I had this ending semi-planned, but it wasn't that great, jut kind of fulfilled the duties of ending a story and I wanted more of a punch.  One day I found myself jotting down another idea when the light-bulb went off in my head; this is the ending to my novel!  It fit perfectly and now I have the punch, the thrill and the sexiness I was looking for.  I guess good things do come to those who wait!

So without any more jaw flapping, here is a sexy little TEASE for you:

She was lying on the bed, long auburn hair draped over her bare shoulder and shiny copper locks soft against her face.  The light of the morning sun shone through the open window casting a bright glow against her pale skin.  She was naked, pink nipples erect from the whisper of air that kissed them and belly moving with each slumbering breath.

A soft white sheet was entwined between her long silky legs and the tiny tuft of manicured curls below her navel was just visible.  The room was simply decorated yet lavishly designed with white plaster walls, Spanish tiled floors and arched doorways.  Long drapery sheers billowed in the breeze and the sound of birds filled the morning air.

She twisted in her sleep, stretched her arms out then rubbed the sleep from her face.  She opened her eyes and turned to look at the empty space beside her side.  She turned her head toward the window and found who she was looking for; seated in an antique arm chair he was the male equivalent to her good looks.  He was strong and sturdy, tall and lean with a chiseled jaw and mop of golden hair.  His eyes were just as blue as hers were green and his body was a delicious sight.

He had sat patiently watching her sleep, waiting for her to wake.  His cock was stiff and the sight of her stir freshened his arousal and sped the thumping in his chest.  He couldn't wait to touch her, to taste her and to fill her with is seed.  He wanted again to claim her, feel her and hear her scream his name.  He wasn't normally patient, but for her he would wait, he already had waited to see her bare flesh for so long that a few more minutes was nothing.

The sexiness of silence overwhelmed and she beckoned him to the bed with her finger.  He rose up, long legs crossing the room in three steps and cock swaying with each one.  He climbed up onto the bed, pulled the sheet from between her legs and admired the shape of her body.  Elegant limbs, curvy white hips and small perky breasts. 

She grabbed his hands and pulled him forward, spread her legs and let the air brush against her wet folds.  His cock brushed up against her throbbing clit and she took her hand, pressed his cock down to her sweet crevice and pulled him forward.  She was dripping wet, when he slowly thrust his hips forward his cock sank into the dark sweet pinkness of her pussy.

She moaned with pleasure and he rocked in and out of her.  He quickened his pace and she screamed his name, her back arched and her muscles constricted around his shaft.  Her juices dripped down, body seized by orgasm and mind flush with hot need.  He lost it moments later; his head flew back and he began to moan as bullets of liquid fire shot inside of her and filled her loins.

He crumpled down on top of her, kissed the softness of her cheek and let the sticky liquids spill from inside of her.  In minutes they were asleep, cuddled together, his softening member still inside her sweetness and their hearts beating as one.  Nothing had been said, there was no need to say with words what their bodies said with passion and love.

~THE END
 

     

To You My Muse

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I've been putting together some great work.  My time away from writing did wonders for my imagination and I returned to the computer with a new found energy!

I've connected with Aphrodisia Magazine on twitter and am turning over so many ideas for them to enjoy.  I love their concept as well as how encouraging they are to work with!  I've got something pretty sexy completed, just needs a little editing and polishing up.  Think sexy cops, lust and some action.  Visit Aphrodisia Magazine on twitter and give them a follow, maybe you will have something they want!

Grab a copy of Forbidden House Guest and give it a review!  It's only .99 cents and well worth the read!  Priscilla Hathaway does a great job building two people up to a wild night in bed despite one of them being married.  Experience the lust, passion, guilt, nerves and excitement leading up to a vivid and sensual night between the sheets!

Here is a little something sexy I have worked up for someone that makes my heart pound:

To You My Muse, 

How I wish I could get my hands on you; run the tips of my fingers over your skin and turn it to goose flesh.  I want to watch the muscles in your abdomen ripple when I kiss them, to see them flex with anticipation of my touch.  I want the reaper on your side to smile when I nibble the bones of his fingers and the demons on your arms to scream when I scratch my nails into the pictures on your skin.

The sexy messages make me melt, my pussy turns into liquid heat and when I see the image of your cock come across the screen, I can almost taste it in my mouth.  If only I could have my lips around it, suck it and feel it grow against my tongue.  I want to lick the head, swirl my tongue over your most sensitive skin and feel the tip of it hit the back of my throat.  I want to suck your cum out and feel you shake, but I also want to feel your cock planted deep inside of me. 

Mmm, if I could just get on top of you and let the juices of my pussy moisten your tip, I could sink your cock between my folds and tighten my muscles around you.  I would ride you; sink your cock deep then let your shaft hit the cool air as I rise up. The feeling of you rubbing against my sweet spot would send fire through my loins and I could do nothing but ride you harder.  I would let my luscious tits bounce with the motion and would savor your mouth as it was tugging at my nipples. 

The images of your body are burning into my mind; a white hot lust has overtaken my senses and the sound of your voice would turn that heat into an explosion.  My dreams are alive with our sex, your lean body pressed against mine and the vision of our tongues entwined has me waking up with slick juices between my thighs.  There is nothing I can do but relieve the pressure, stick my fingers inside of me and roll a vibrator over the swollen nub of my clit.  I want to call, but the chirping birds and rising sun prove it’s too early to disturb you.  Instead, I scroll through the images on my phone and envision you on top of me, brushing the hair off my brow, kissing my lips and slamming your cock into my pussy.

Oh if I just had you here with my nipples in your mouth and your dick inside of me, I would ride you hard, ride you soft and make us cum.  I know it wouldn’t take long; the years of waiting for this day would have us ready before we even touched.  I would ride your cock until my pussy throbbed, twitched and gushed with orgasm.  I know my passionate moans and tightening muscles would make you tense and I would feel your cock jerk then feel your hot liquid shoot deep inside of me.  I would collapse on you, hard of breath and sexually charged despite the euphoric orgasm. 

It would be wild; it would be sweet, hot, kinky, dirty and delicious.  It would take your dreams and instead of making them come true, it would make them bigger and better; for what I would do to you is beyond your imagination.  Of course it would all start with a simple hello followed by a simple kiss.  That kiss would grow, our tongues would lash out in a wanton embrace, they would slide together and press apart until your cock was firm against my belly.  

Our time together would be wild, erotic and fulfilling.  It would change perspectives and secure the promise of more beautifully messy encounters.  Then, just as it had begun it would end and we would kiss.  This time our kiss would be soft and sweet, our lips would fight the parting and return for more until the ticking of the clock forced us to separate and go our different ways.  Back to seductive messages, sexy texts and our own nimble hands pushed on by the images we have created and the sheer need to find release.    

To you my muse, you are a reward, a trophy and a prize. You are a charm which I covet, a body I desire and a mind that intrigues me.  You are a wonderful specimen of a man and a sexy display for my writings.  To you my muse, I am grateful.

XOXO, 

 ~ D

Mmmmm...

Warning, content not suitable for anyone under 18!

Don't forget to snatch a copy of Forbidden House Guest by Priscilla Hathaway.  It's a sexy short story about two people who come together and break the bond of a marriage in order to taste each others sexual passion!  Read it, love it, review it!  As a special treat I'm offering to review anyone that tosses up a review for Ms. Priscilla!

Anyways:

I'm going back and forth with the idea of self publishing or finding an agent to represent me.  I think each path has it's own benefits and drawbacks so I've come to a conclusion:  I will dedicate a set period of time to finding an agent and if nothing transpires in that time, I will get my novel up through one or several of the available self publishing channels.

Phew, that was a mouthful and now for some quick flash fiction fun:

"Vivian what are you doing," questioned Mason as he watched her sprawled out naked on the bed, moving and moaning.

"Oh God," she screamed, black hair flying wildly about her face as her head thrashed back and forth in pleasure.

Mason stood in the entryway to the room, his cock stiffening in his pants and his mouth open at the surprise of seeing her naked.  She was beautiful, naturally curvy with luscious breasts, rounded hips and a firm yet fleshy ass, "let me suck your cock," she pleaded as he adjusted his growing member.

Mason didn't answer, he quickly unbuttoned his body hugging plaid shirt, kicked off his shoes and loosened his belt.  Before he could get to the zipper of his pants Vivian was on her knees in front of him, popping the snap free and tugging them down.  The over sized plush bed practically glowed underneath the light of the window and he wanted to sink his knees into the pillow top while straddled above her.

Vivian was tenacious and hungry for the sex of a man.  She had his pants around his ankles and his boxers down to his knees in mere seconds.  After a quick glance and lick of her lips she sunk her mouth around his cock and it swelled to greet her.  Her mouth moved expertly up and down his shaft.  Her tongue danced

across his skin and her lips kept a tight seal as she plunged him deep into her throat.  

Vivian could feel his cock stiffen in her mouth until it filled her to the point of near gagging.  Mason had a big cock, huge for that matter, and while it was challenging to suck such an enormous display, her desire for him kept her moving.  She sucked, licked, slurped and teased until she felt his cock twitch and jerk.

Mason's hands suddenly clenched the back of her head, fingers entwining in her hair, and he began to moan. Knowing he was near she quickened her pace and cupped his balls in her free hand.  With a loud moan Mason unloaded his sexual soul into her.  His cum slid down her mouth, over the back of her tongue and down her throat in quick spurts of pleasure.  When his sputtering cum ceased, his hands flew out to the door in order to steady himself  As Mason's body swayed Vivian slowly sucked the last little drips of cum from the head of his dick.

"Mmmmm," she whispered, "you taste divine."

Vivian was staring up at him now, from his view her breasts were round and perky and her ass was resting on her heels, "Wow," he breathed, "that was one damn good blow job!"

"I do my best, now let's get you completely naked, it's time to fuck!"

~THE END

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