Six Sentence Sunday 42

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Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday. To find the complete list of very talented writers please click …here  or search the hash tag #sixsunday on twitter.

and more from Flushed With Lust. 

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I wrapped my hands around the tendons in her wrists.
Pushed her hard up against the wall.
Parted her thighs with my knee.

Hot and wet.

Because she missed me?
Or because I did what I was told? 

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Read the last 6 snippets for Flushed With Lust, if you would like to catch up:
…..SS 36…..SS 37…..SS 38…..SS 39…..SS 40…..SS 41

Thank you to everyone who supports my work each week, and a big warm welcome to new readers.

I hope you have enjoyed and will come back again. I value and appreciate your feedback, so if you have the time, please share your thoughts. Remember to play and stay safe.

No Soft Soap

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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)

My Muse deserves to Climax

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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 41

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday. To find the complete list of very talented writers please click …here  or search the hash tag #sixsunday on twitter.

More from Flushed With Lust. Last week our hero, was desperately fighting to take control, Meeting his ex lover at the bar was not turning out how he had predicted.

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Dropping her hand down from my cheek, her elegant fingers lightly trace over my shoulder. Goose bumps blaze down my arm, my hand burning to catch her.

Must take control.

“So, are you going to find out just how much I missed you?” She whispered, biting my lower lip, letting it sting.

Played like an instrument, I have no hope.

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Read the last 5 snippets for Flushed With Lust, if you would like to catch up:
…..SS 36…..SS 37…..SS 38…..SS 39…..SS 40

Thank you to everyone who supports my work each week, and a big warm welcome to new readers.

I hope you have enjoyed and will come back again. I value and appreciate your feedback, so if you have the time, please share your thoughts. Remember to play and stay safe.

Six Sentence Sunday 40

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday. To find the complete list of very talented writers please click …here  or search the hash tag #sixsunday on twitter.

I finally named this work in progress, Flushed With Lust. Carrying on from last week are still with our hero, wondering if his ex-lover could smell his fear. She had leaned in, cupping his cheek and softly kissed him. The poor fellow had only asked if she wanted a drink.

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Saturated by her sensual energy, time seemed to stop. Devouring her, my only thoughts.

Swelling my desire was the promise; her soft lips lingering, her hair lightly brushing against my cheek. The smell of our combining arousal, gorging me in need.

I need to take control.
I need to take control,
RIGHT NOW.

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Read the last 4 snippets for this work in progress, if you would like to catch up:
…..Six Sentence 36…..Six Sentence 37…..SIx Sentence 38…..Six Sentence 39

Thank you to everyone who supports my work each week, and a big warm welcome to new readers.

I hope you have enjoyed and will come back again. I value and appreciate your feedback, so if you have the time, please share your thoughts. Remember to play and stay safe.

Lovers and Friends

It is not often I hear a song that strikes multiple cords with me, but this one is a must share. I was extremely privlegded to see Sean O’Donnell, perform this song live with Battlefield Band , the lyrics are from a traditional Scottish poem.

Lovers and Friends

Ah, battles and wars 
Leave deep wounds and scars
And deep wounds are long in the memory
Where reflecting upon
All that is gone
Your life passes on til it’s ending

But the pleasure and pain
In our memories remain
And by memories, our time will be measured
And the time that we spend
With lovers and friends
Is time we remember with pleasure

So fill up your glass 
To the future and past
In harmony, be determined:
There’s more friendship poured out
In a bottle of stout
Than you’ll find in statutes and sermons

Listen to Sean sing it here… Lovers and Friends

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Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday. To find the complete list of very talented writers please click …here  or search the hash tag #sixsunday on twitter.

This week,  we return to our hero, flushed with lust when he meets his ex-lover. Having not seen her for quite some time, he is finding it more of a challenge than he had predicted.

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Without answering, she slowly stood, turning to face me. Inches separating us.

Could she smell my fear?
Maybe. 

Softly cupping my cheek with her hand, she lent in, her warm full lips softly meeting mine.

I think I almost died.

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Read the last 3 snippets for this work in progress, if you would like to catch up:
…..Six Sentence Sunday 36…..Six Sentence Sunday 37…..SIx Sentence Sunday 38

Thank you to everyone who supports my work each week, and a big warm welcome to new readers.

I hope you have enjoyed and will come back again. I value and appreciate your feedback, so if you have the time, please share your thoughts. Remember to play and stay safe.

Six Sentence Sunday 38

Hello and welcome back to Six Sentence Sunday. I have been re arranging my work commitments and I have missed a few Sundays. I don’t like to post if I don’t have the time to enjoy the works of the other authors, so my apologies to you all. To find the complete list of very talented writers please click …here  or search the hash tag #sixsunday on twitter.

This week we pick back up with our hero, frozen. Fear and desire his chains, as he wonders how he can keep her.

Read the last 2 snippet  …..Six Sentence Sunday 36 …….Six Sentence Sunday 37

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I want her flesh. Her soft skin, the blood and bones that form her perfect shape. I want to hear her voice when I wake and as the last soft sounds as I drift off to sleep. I want to know her thoughts. Feel her pulse, and have her fingerprints cover every inch of my body. 

Tentatively I manage, “Can I buy you a drink?”

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Thank you to everyone who supports my work each week and a warm welcome to new readers, I hope you have enjoyed and will come back again.

If your interested in my past posts click Six Sentences, they have been snippets from these works in progress:
Positional Sacrifice     Coffeehouse Play     Drawing Chance       At the Bar

I truly value and appreciate your feedback, so if you have the time, I would love you to hear your thoughts, so please leave a comment.Have a happy and healthy weekend, remembering to play and stay safe. xx

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Hello and welcome to Six Sentence Sunday. Please follow the link to find the complete list of very talented authors or search #sixsunday on twitter.

This week we pick back up from our hero wanting her so much he couldn’t move.

Read the last snippet here …..Six Sentence Sunday 36

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I had thought over and over what it would be like to see her again. But now, with her hair sweeping over her shoulder and the sweet sound of her voice drugging my thoughts, I was blank. The masterful, seductive comments and sexy manuvers I had been meticulously practising escaped me.

Frozen. Fear, emotion and desire my chains.

How can I keep her?

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Six Sentences

Positional Sacrifice     Coffeehouse Play     Drawing Chance       At the Bar

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Six Sentence Sunday 36

Hello and welcome to Six Sentence Sunday. Please follow the link to find the complete list of very talented authors or search #sixsunday on twitter.

Happy April 1st everyone, I hope your day is full of cheeky smiles and abundant laughter.

Something new…

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“Did you miss me?” I whispered softly against her cheek.

With a cheeky smile she replied, ‘Wrap your hand around the tendons in my wrists, push into me hard up against the wall and part my thighs with your knee. Then you’ll know how much I missed you.”

In that moment, I wanted her so much, I couldn’t move.

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Thank you to everyone who comes over each week and a warm welcome to new readers.

Click here for my past
Six Sentences

Positional Sacrifice     Coffeehouse Play     Drawing Chance     Whisper     At the Bar

I truly value and appreciate your feedback, so if you have the time, I would love you to hear your thoughts, so please leave a comment. I hope you have a truly wonderful weekend.

Celebrating 20000 blog views

In keeping with tradition, today I celebrate another milestone with a fabulous image from surrealist artist Man Ray from 1930. Huge Thank you to everyone.

Man Ray - The Kiss 1930

 Other amazing Images we have already celebrated with:

      

Helmut Newton       Olive Cotton

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Hello and welcome to Six Sentence Sunday. Please follow the link to find the complete list of very talented authors or search #sixsunday on twitter.

For the last couple of weeks we have joined Anna and Ginger, my two erotic romance heroines, for a drink at a bar where fictional heroes go to relax. They had spotted Ned Jelli, but he had given Anna a look, drilling into her a warning not to approach, so she sent him a drink from across the bar and returned to Ginger at the table.

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‘Not tonight, Josephine,’ laughed Ginger as Anna returned. Forcing a smile she nodded in agreement, then saw the man now sitting at their table.

She slowly sat down, deliberately turning to face him, crossing her legs so the toe of her shoe was only inches away from his leg. ‘Your a very handsome gentleman, and perched there on the edge of your chair, leaning in closely, you’ve made me think you have a secret to share.’

‘Ladies,’ he replied with a twinkle in his eye, ‘I may be a Sixth Form Poet, but fiddle with me and I become a Hot Firm Sexpot.’

Winking at Anna, Ginger exclaimed, ‘ a poet, an anagram, and a very sexy man is indeed something we would LOVE to play with!”

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meet the amazing Sixth Form Poet here 

Thank you to everyone who comes over each week and a warm welcome to new readers.

Click here for my past
Six Sentences

Positional Sacrifice     Coffeehouse Play     Drawing Chance     Whisper     At the Bar

I truly value and appreciate your feedback, so if you have the time, I would love you to hear your thoughts, so please leave a comment. I hope you have a truly wonderful weekend.