Six Sentence Sunday 8

Welcome to wonderful Six Sentence Sunday, please follow the link to this weeks list of sensational authors, or follow #sixsunday on twitter. To everyone who has been here before, I Thank you, I really appreciate your support in coming back and to new comers, I hope you enjoy what you find.

More from my short story, Positional Sacrifice, last week we were left with Louie, clasping his smooth black silk restraints and smiling at Anna, sending her into raptures of heady delight.

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The soft warm light of the candle flame was flickering across Louie’s face. His sparkling blue eyes devouring Anna, as she slowly exhaled, her skin electrified and her thoughts transfixed on her overwhelming desire. She looked deep into his eyes, their penetrating gaze composing the beginning rhythm to this new dance, where she had taken the lead.

Clasping her hand around his on the black smooth silk restraint, she tightened her grip and lifted her slender long leg up over his torso. Her toes drawing aline across his tight stomach and her calf catching the head of his penis as it passed. Drips from her long wet hair, and the soft smooth skin of her inner thigh, now pressed against his side, all combined to made him shiver.

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I have another wonderfully emotive poem to share with you this week.

Meeting At Night
by Robert Browning

The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i’ the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!

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I really appreciate and value your feedback, so please if time allows, leave a comment.
I hope you have a wonderful weekend, and I look forward to sharing more with you next week. Play and stay safe.

My Muse deserves to Climax

I have been writing away, finishing off Positional Sacrifice and attempting to flesh out the first Act of No Soft Soap. I have a lot to do in the next week, and I am semi confidently forging away. I have been riding Romance hard, perhaps a bit selfishly, so in the style I am writing I want it to be You, I felt it was time I gave him a climax. He really has deserved it.

This snippet is new, not quite polished, a bit raw and very vivid, so please don’t read on if you think I might offend you, and close the browser window now if your under 18.

I was at the point of gushing, my fingers dancing rhythmically deep inside, lubricated in my wet heated urgency. You had slowly increased your pace, riding smoothly in and out of my mouth, my lips pulling tight along your shaft, and then you sliding back, smoothly along my tongue. I curled the tip, caressing the ridge of the head each time it passed. You released the pull of my hair, allowing me to finally move my head, your slight trembles directing me you wanted to come.

You were so hard and stretched, and you had teased me for so long, I knew if I tried I could make you come more than once. Reaching around I grabbed your arse, the muscles tight and strained, working hard to keep your rocking thrusts so steady. Holding you firmly, I took you all out of my mouth and began licking up and down your shaft, you stopped moving, ready to let me devour you, and send you into waves of ecstasy. I moved quickly, your cock glistening from my saliva and straining with your need. Dribbling from of the eye, your pre come tantalized me. Oh god, the memory of how you taste, and the smell of your sweat was driving and fueling my frantic desire. I swirled my tongue around, catching the drip, finally feeding from you and then slowly lowered my mouth right down around your penis.

“Oh, Yeah, that’s it,”  You moaned as I took your whole length, my tongue massaging the underside of your shaft as I imprisoned your cock in my mouth. Pushing it down, even deeper, feeling the muscles in my throat working around you, I knew this would get you to the point of orgasm, my pussy throbbing and aching in anticipation.

Yours hands were stoking my hair, now pushing ever so lightly on my head, just tenderly guiding me around your cock. Your change of touch, telling me I really had pleased you, my juices dripping down my thighs telling me just how much that turns me on. Holding your balls and firmly squeezing them with one hand, I had to fill myself with the other. I was going to explode, and I wanted you to explode all over me. I wanted to feel your hot come on my burning flesh. I forcefully pulled you out and began stocking and pumping your straining cock with my hand, and I took one of your balls into my mouth, gently sucking and licking it, getting lost in the feel of the texture on my tongue.

Oh my god I was finally orgasming, I released you from my mouth. My fingering.furiously  making wet sloppy sounds. I quickly caught my breath and pulled out my fingers, they were covered in my delight. Sitting back, I couldn’t help but smile, and wiped my thick wetness onto the head of your cock, making sure I traced it around with my finger. I knew you’d be transfixed, watching me. I clasped my hand around and pumped your cock again as I bent down and licked my sticky come off the top. You let out a low moan as I presented it on the tip of my tongue. I moved up towards your face, listening to your heavy, deep short breaths. You hungrily found my lips, and I pushed my tongue deep into your mouth. I started to pump you harder and faster, our lips now welded together, sealed into a moment of sizzling sexiness. I slowly withdrew my tongue, my creamy need sliding off and into your mouth.

Your whole body stiffened, and your orgasm started. I bent down and pulled off the blindfold. I had to watch your throbbing erection erupt, your first shot hitting my face, sliding down leaving a sticky warm trail, the second landed across my breast and I rubbed your warmth all over my chest. I had to taste you, and as I opened my mouth, a sticky wad landed right on my lips, dripping down to my chin. I now knew I had pleased you a lot. I cloaked you again into my mouth, hearing you let out another deep primal groan. I slowly pulled up your shaft with my hand, squeezing out every last drop of your come. You finally finished ejaculating, and I pulled my head off your cock, your come leaking from my lips, down my chin and following the line of my throat. I looked up and I finally got to look into your eyes.

Six Sentence Sunday 7

Welcome to wonderful Six Sentence Sunday, please follow the link to this weeks list of dazzling authors, or follow #sixsunday on twitter. To everyone who has been here before, a thank you, I really appreciate your support in coming back and to new comers, I hope you enjoy yourself.

More from my short story, Positional Sacrifice, last week we discovered,  Anna’s fantasies were starting to come true, she had finally got Louie where she wanted him.

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Edging closer to his torso, her knees resting almost touching his skin, she reached up to hold the smooth black silk tie on the bed frame. Her body staying inline and close to his, she looked down the bed, and slowing savouring, followed his shape. His long muscular legs, his deliciously defined chest, his strong masculine arms, all of him, stretched out before her. She rubbed the cold soft silk between her fingers and buzzing with anticipation, felt a surging rush as she started to gently pull her fingers over his wrist and down the length of his forearm.

He moved to her sensual touch, opening his eyes, meeting hers with a playful delight. She almost stopped breathing when his hands clasped around the silk restraints, and he smiled.

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I really appreciate and value your feedback, so please if time allows, leave a comment. I had to share this wonderfully sexy and playful image, it has been dancing around with my thoughts all week.

I hope you have a wonderful weekend, and I look forward to sharing more with you next Sunday. Play and stay safe.

Six Sentence Sunday 6

Welcome All to Six Sentence Sunday, please follow the link to this weeks list of participating authors, or follow #sixsunday on twitter. To everyone who has been here before, a massive thank you, I appreciate your support in coming back and to new comers I hope you enjoy your first time.

This week is another snippet from my short story, Positional Sacrifice. Our lovers are now out of the shower.

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Anna leaned forward, ecstatic she had him there, stretched out, his skin firmly pressing around the contours of his muscles. He was still swimming in ecstasy, intoxicated by the rushing feelings of his orgasm.  Hands trembling in excitement, she shaped her wet long brown hair behind her ears, exposing her slender long neck.

Reaching into the draw of her deco dresser, she found the matches and to her delight four special orange candles. Striking the match, the pace of her thoughts mirroring the flickering dance of the flame, she couldn’t help but giggle. Oh where to start?, I wonder how he’ll feel about being restrained once he feels the sting of the heat.

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I really appreciate and value your feedback, so please if time allows, leave a comment. Here is a very fun cocktail, it has a wonderful citrus aroma, and the flavour of the mixed vodka and rums will make you want more than one. I hope you have a wonderful weekend. Play and stay safe.

Desire’s One Love.

1 tsp. Icing Sugar
1/2 oz. Mandarin infused Vodka
1/2 oz. Lemon infused White Rum
1/4 oz. Dark Rum
1 splash Orange Juice pulp free
1/4 oz. Grenadine

Fill highball glass with ice. Add icing sugar first followed by the spirits. Cover and shake to mix. Add splash of orange juice and top with the grenadine. Garnish with a lemon wedge.

No Soft Soap

It’s the Cat’s Pajamas!

Early this week, my wonderful friend and author, Aimee*, gave up a day of her own writing, to set me on a focused and productive path with the novel. I had ideas coming out of my ideas, swallowing each other amidst big deep gulping sighs and short trying to catch themselves breaths. Without realising, I had created a new comfort zone, I was happy working away on different sex scenes, and researching the pants off 1930s New York. I have enough raunch for a B grade porno, all action and no story. I needed to commit to the plot, actively develope sub plots and deepen my sense of the characters. We spent all day, chatting, researching, saying maybe and what if and finished off a couple of bottles of red wine.

Well, with a huge thank you to Aimee, I came home, downloaded Scrivener, and constructed the skeleton, from head to toe. I have the absolute pleasure of announcing;
I’m pregnant! No. But that’s what it feels like. No Soft Soap, my erotic novel, submerged in modern history, is now in it’s first trimester.

My two main characters, Margarette (Gretchen to her family, Ginger to her friends) Muller, and Jack Taylor where so excited they went on a picnic, near a lake, to celebrate.

I really don’t think I can ever thank Aimee enough, however I did make her laugh and give her a story to dine out on. We were focusing on my heroine, and Aimee told me to answer as Gretchen and asked me a question about her motivations. I paused for a long while and finally explained I wasn’t sure I could do that. Gretchen is German, and I didn’t think I could get her accent right.

I’ll leave you, shaking your head at me, and get back to work. I really look forward to unfolding more about No Soft Soap as I flesh it out.

* I would have loved to use Aimee’s whole name, and linked you to her. She is a published YA author and her work is exceptional. But I didn’t think it was appropriate for her readers to end up here during a google search. (whispers – check my blog roll)

Six Sentence Sunday 5

A big warm welcome to Six Sentence Sunday, thank you for stopping by, please follow the link to the complete list of fantastic authors and their wonderful stories or search #sixsunday on twitter. This week I am continuing from my short story, Positional Sacrifice.

Struggling to keep control, when his intention in the shower had been to slowly savour her, we were left with him gasping from fellatio and urgently needing to thrust himself deeply inside her again.

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Startled by his sudden almost desperate reaction, she hesitated, but only for a split second. He was so immediate and forceful, hungry to devour her, his driving need encapsulating her in waves of heady delight.  She spun around, freeing her arms from his grip, yearning to again feel his burning desire.

She walked her hands down the wall of the shower, the curves of her shape cascading like a sensual silk gown, and rested on the lip of the recess. Instantly he grasped her hips,  mesmerized by her beautiful form . She wanted his deep penetration, and in this position she was going to move and control the depths of his urgency.

Six Sentence 1        Six Sentence  2        Six Sentence 3        Six Sentence 4

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I really appreciate and value your comments, so please if you have time, I would love to know what you think. I wanted to share the magic of eyes with you today, I’m in love with the language of a look, and as I discovered Gayle Ramage and Layna Pimental are kindred eye loving spirits, so I set about finding something to gaze at.

I instantly thought about Steve McQueen and how I fell in love with his eyes the first time I saw the chess scene from The Thomas Crown Affair. It is an incredibly erotic and sexy scene, starring the eyes. I found it for you but as it lasts around seven minutes, so when you can sit back, and relax, CLICK HERE.

The clip below is for now,  so if for a few seconds you can gaze into Steve McQueen’s eyes to a song from the soundtrack called, His Eyes Her Eyes. It has the most fantastic lyrics. Enjoy.

 

 

The Thomas Crown Affair is a film from 1968 starring Steve McQueen and Faye Dunaway

I really hope you enjoy your week, and I am really looking forward to next weeks Six Sunday to give you more of Positional Sacrifice. Take Care.

Celebrating 1000 blog views

I woke up this morning, excited and ready to write, and then I checked my blog stats. I was at 999 views! The rush of sheer excitement I experienced took me totally by surprise. As each day passes I feel more and more connected to my writing, other writers and the audience viewing my blog. It is a feeling I can’t quite yet adequately explain, but one that is giving me great joy.

I would really like to sincerely thank everyone who has come and had a looked, to those who’ve spared the time to give me feedback, to the wonderful Six Sentence Sunday authors, and to the  #1k1hr twitter crew, all of whom have helped create a really exciting and productive writing environment.

To celebrate hitting 1000 views I would like to share with you, one of my favourite images. I love the movement and the light, actually I love so many things about this image I could write a thesis. It’s a signature image of Olive Cotton, an Australian photographer, who worked predominantly in the 1930s and 1940s. Please enjoy, and have a truly wonderful day.

Olive Cotton, Tea Cup Ballet, 1935.