Sexy, unedited snippet from ‘Beauty and the Biker’

I have been putting my 750 words first in the day, after breakfast and meditation, but today I just seemed to forget and was working on my Etsy shop (see the ‘Day Job’ tab for more info about that) before I realized that, OOPS! gotta get my words in.

So I hit the word processor.  I am now up to 4525 words with ‘Beauty and the Biker’, 847 of that from today cruising through that halfway mark.

I need to find a work count widget for this blog so I can keep the word counts updated daily without having to make a post solely regarding the word counts.

Before I go here is a raw, unedited total first draft snippet of what I am working on.

“Maggie.”  The voice was a low growl and sounded as if it took real effort to get the syllables out.  “Go change.”

She looked down and felt herself pale.  She jean shorts she had were practically daisy dukes but now thanks to the rain they weren’t just short but plastered to her skin, not hiding anything.  Her thin, yellow t-shirt now looked painted on and the material was leaning towards translucent, her pink lacey bra underneath visible, nipples stiffened by the chill.

As she looked up from under her lashes at Lance, her eyes wild, her mouth opened to say something, anything… but it was too late.  She saw his resolve to stand there like a statue – to be a gentleman – snap.

In two large strides he met her, one hand sliding into her loose bun and yanking out the hair tie, the other simultaneously pushing against the small of her back, bringing her closer to him.

That’s it for today.  I have a huge ‘To Do’ list that I need to get to so have a great day, all!

New Snippet: M/M from the “Rook City, FD” story

Okay, so I have changed my mind about what to do with the Rook City story.  I am not aiming for 60k, but instead 15 to 20k.  So now it needs editing because, well, it’s over the end goal of 20k.

I’ve been busy like crazy today, so all I’ve got for you today is a snippet, but I am hoping to have some interviews with other authors on my blog soon.  About finding the time to write, inspiration, what to do to get inspired on a daily basis, setting goals, etc.

For now, here’s the snippet.  Be warned, it is unedited and M/M (hot man on man action, baby!!):

Mel couldn’t breathe and didn’t care. The kid was all over him, his hands roaming up his chest and back, his mouth pushing and pushing hard.

I promised.

He pulled away, his hands on Richard’s shoulders holding him at a distance. “I can’t. Not with you.”

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” It wasn’t asked with anger, instead it was soft and pleading and it almost ripped Mel apart.

“Jesus, pushing you away is the hardest thing I think I’ve ever had to do, Richard. But I promised your sister I would take care of you.”

Richard laughed. “So take care of me.”

“She told me that you were vulnerable. I can’t do this.”

Richard took his hands off his shoulders and closed the distance without a struggle from Mel. There was only so much he could do and those brown eyes were filled with lust for him.

“My sister thinks I’m still four years old, Mel. Do you?”

“Definitely not.”

“I’ve been making my own decisions since I was sixteen. I went into my first burning house at 19. You trust me to pull a man out of a burning house, but not to make my own decisions on who to fuck?”

Mel shut his eyes and leaned back, his head hitting the concrete wall. He didn’t feel a thing.

“Or who to let fuck me?”

He groaned. His dick pressed against his jeans and he replayed the kiss in his head. He knew he had logical arguments in his head, but god damn it his blood soared, pounding in his ears, his heart pumping so hard. Richard tasted good and made him feel so alive.

“I know what you need.”

He looked at the younger man. His strong arms were crossed over his chest and a smirk played across his face.

“A conscience?”

Richard shook his head, but didn’t answer. Instead he closed the distance and pushed his body against Mel’s.

He groaned again and instinctively pressed back, rubbing his hard cock against the other man’s.

“That feels good, man.”

“Kiss me.”

Richard didn’t hesitate. Lips met and the fight started. There wasn’t any winner but they took turns kissing each other, biting lips and licking, pushing and shoving.

He felt Richard’s hands on his ass, then tugging on his jeans and suddenly his pants were on the floor.

“I know,” the kid gasped. “-exactly what you need old man.”

When Richard got down on his knees, Mel couldn’t breathe. He didn’t know what to say. “I won’t last,” he managed.

“Better enjoy it while you can then.”

Okay, so hope you enjoyed it!  Night-night!

Late… but not TOO late.

A few lusty words for anyone out there reading.

 

I stroke his body with my dry, soft hands. His silken skin slowly heats to my touch, expanding, thickening with lust. I hear the difference in his breathing, from an almost imperceptible, steathly relaxation to the quickened pace of expectation; sporadic inhales when I hit just the right spot with my thumb.

I’m beginning to know his body well, more intimately than I know my own and I’ve been with him for only a few short months. I’m obsessed with bringing him pleasure and very little turns my body liquid but for his face in the throws of passion. Making him moan is my new sexual mayhem and hearing his words of erotic greed make me a fool in venereal captivity.

As he begins soft thrusts of his lean hips I climb in between his legs teasing him with the expectation of a hot, wet mouth around his hard cock. I don’t treat him to this yet, but part my dry lips and wet them with my tongue. His eyelids lower and he groans.

I press my free fingers between his legs, to his satin pants. Only the fly is exposing the hot flesh; everything else is hidden below his pajama bottoms. I rub beneath his balls, relishing the pleasure he receives. I feel it too, the electricity between my legs, something I’ve never felt at this level.

He’s close but I know how to bring him closer. I lower my fingers and rub between his parted cheeks. The pressure on this tender area and the sensation of satin there is enough to bring him to the edge. I lower my mouth over the hot head of his dick and begin stroking him with my tongue, remembering to still rub his balls, ass and the space between.

He comes quickly, loudly, not something he does often and I continue stroking him, unhurriedly now. His breathing begins to slow and I pull away. He’s finished for now and I find momentary bliss in the pleasure I’ve brought him.

 

That’s it for now, loves!!

Saucy Snippet from (WT) “Leo & Mariana”

Was a busy day, but good.  Fun.  Didn’t get too much writing on “Leo & Mariana” done, but here’s (an unedited) something for my trouble:

He started to pull away from her but she didn’t let him.  “What do you want from me, Mari?”

She forced herself to look into his eyes.  “I think I’m making that pretty clear.  Don’t you?”

He caught the hint.  His eyes narrowed and he leaned down closer to her, his breath, as always, smelling of peppermint.  Smoking salesman trick – keep the candy on you at all times.

“You either want me to beg for a date…” he nuzzled her ear with his nose, his hot breath tickling her neck.  “Or you want me to earn it.”

She felt the slide of his hand down her polyester pencil skirt, following the curve of her back and lightly cupping her bottom.  His mouth kissed her ear and made a trail down her neck, making her light-headed.

The tips of his fingers lifted the bottom of her skirt and she froze, aware of where his hand was headed.  She sucked in a breath and he bit down on her neck possessively.

She cried out, a small and pathetic noise buried under the sound of the close by overpass.

“You want me to please you?” He whispered.

Her eyes shut just as she felt fingers brush against her folds through her cotton underwear.

“I feel what I do to you.  You’re already wet for me.”

“God, Leo.”

He stroked her pussy twice through her panties, firm and teasing.  “I bet I could make you come right here.”

She leaned her head against her car and opened her eyes.  He was smug again, but this time it didn’t bother her so much.  This time she was hoping he could give her what his eyes were promising.

“Take me home, Leo.”

“Are you sure you want this?”

“What do you think?”  She lifted her hips, pressing into his hand.  His eyes grew darker.  “Take me home.”

That’s all for now!  See ya tomorrow!

A Bit of Blahblah and a Little Naughty Cock Talk

Whew!  Last night I got around 2000 words done on the erotic short and this morning I worked on the edit.  I’m changing the name from “Wet Dues” to “Stranded Co-Worker”.  It’s ready for publication, I’m just waiting for the $ to purchase a photo then send it over to my cover artist.  This one is part of the “Time for a Change” series.

I’m already working on another in the same series, a currently untitled story  with: Office Sex, Male Dom, Light BDSM,  and Light Anal Play.  I do love me some rough and bossy men!  Ha.

Last but not least I am working on a couple of free stories for this blog.  I’ll have a separate tab for them once I have at least one ready and then the tab will have links to the stories as separate blog posts.  I’ll keep the most current one(s) on top.  Nothing better than a free erotic story to show what a writer is capable of.

Speaking of showing, here’s a really short bit from the story I finished up last night:

His large hand came down around my throat, eliciting a whimper from me, but he was surprisingly gentle. His thumb caressing my skin in long, smooth strokes. I shut my eyes. “Those little noises drive me nuts, Hannah.”

His naked body pressed into me, pushing the bathroom door shut again. This time the click was deafening. “That was more than a couple seconds.” His breath was on my lips. “Tell me you want to leave right now, Hannah.” His hand slid to my collarbone. “I’ll let you go if you just say that’s what you want.”

“It’s not,” I whispered.

“Look at me.”

I opened my eyes and looked into his. I felt a tear escape. He stared at my face, his eyes lidded and lustful. His hand slid slowly up my neck and into my hair. He tugged, pulling my lips harshly to his. He kissed me hard, his teeth pulling at my bottom lip then his tongue over-powering mine. I moan, I can’t help it, and my arms wrap around his waist. He breaks the kiss, but kept his hand in my hair.

Pushing his body into mine I feel his thick cock through the robe.

“Fucking hell, Hannah. You have no idea what you do to men, do you?”

Well, that’s it for now, folks!