Tuesday, October 9, 2012

TMI Tuesday

1. Tell us about your sluttiest act ever.  I was dating a new guy, and it was just taking a while to get us to click.  So, i decided to take matters in my own hands.  We were out for a dinner date, it was like our third or fourth date and I had a couple of glasses of wine.  When I returned from the restroom, I stuffed my panties in his pocket.  I leaned over and whispered in his ear "You're just going to have to think about my wet pussy for the rest of dinner."  It was a long and luscous dinner, and I deliberately took my time eating.  We walked to the car and started driving home.  I took his hand and slid his fingers into my wet pussy for the ride home.  When we got to my place, I was like a bitch in heat and threw him onto the sofa and fucked him right there.  It was a night I relive frequently.

2. Have you ever played air-guitar. . .naked?  no
3. To what song do you most like to play air-guitar either clothed or naked? I don't play air guitar, BUT I sing a great "Heat Wave", and frequently do it naked!
4. Are you good in bed? Why?  I am great in bed because I take time to let things develop.  I like it fast and hard sometimes, but great sex is like a great play.  There has to be tension and release, building and relaxing, and then ending is always better.  I also like to do things to guys that no girl has ever done before, like lick his balls, tongue his asshole, massage his prostate.  I take him to places he's never been before.
5. What FEELS Sexy to you–tactile sensation? (Leave sight and taste out of this)  I love the feeling of oil on my nipples and a beard rubbed across my belly.  I guess I'm just weird.

Bonus: Write a six word autobiography.  Adventurous wench who aims to please.

Have a great week!


Sunday, September 23, 2012

Hey to all!
My book "Vacation Lust" is available at amazon.com
My book "Vacation Voyeur" is available at smashwords.com

Hope you enjoy them!


Saturday, June 30, 2012

TMI Tuesday. 

1. Summer is a time to escape, kick back and chill. What is your favorite way to relax when the warm weather hits?  In my bikini, in the back yard, in my Disney Princess kids pools and a cold drink in my hand.  Heaven!
2. Have you ever been to a drive-in movie theatre? My first date was to a drive-in movie, what is your best memory of these classic outdoor theatres?  I was just seventeen and went to the drive in with my new boyfriend.  We watched the movie for a while and then I slipped my hand over to him and held his hand, letting him know I was there.  He slid over and kissed me and then started fondling my boobs and we ground against each other all night.  Unfortunately, the movie ran out before we got to the main event and we were told to leave!  We never got back to the drive in.

3. Have you ever had a summer fling? How did it develop and why did it end?   I was a bridesmaid and one of the groomsman, Brian, was new to town and was a replacement for the original guy, he barely knew the groom.  The wedding was on summer solstice.  At the end of the wedding ceremony the groom pulled me aside and asked that I show Brian our Southern hospitality.  He was shy and we hung out at the reception and then I asked him to follow me home to make sure I got there okay.  I invited him in.  The shyness really was a turn on and I just went after him, touching him, fondling him and kissing.  I gave him a blow job on the couch and then dragged him to bed where he ate my pussy very well and then fucked my brains out.  In the morning, he told me that he had been a virgin!  We did it again and I rode him to a screaming orgasm.   We were a hot couple for the summer and I was his private sex ed tutor and he was an excellent pupil.  We fucked every day, day and night, for 2 straight months.  When I went back to school, we tried to keep it going, but it just fizzled out.
4. Board shorts and bikinis leave something to the imagination, but have you ever tried a nude beach?  Never have, but would be willing.

5. What are your thoughts on the Speedo and the Wicked Weasel?  If he has the abs and the package for the Speedo, go for it.  I like showing off, but I prefer flirting and leaving more to the imagination.
6. The warm weather is a great opportunity to “get busy” outdoors? Have you ever? Tell us about it.     Maybe this year!

7. Sunrise or sunset? Which is your summer favourite?  Sunset with a drink in my hand.
8. What is the one summer delight that really quenches your thirst? A gin Ricky really quenches my thirst.  How about your lust?  I love it doggy with him grabbing my hips and pounding my pussy with all he’s got.

Bonus: Summer is the time to participate in outdoor activities. Where would you most like to have sex:
on the beach? On the beach, at dusk, with the waves just barely washing on us.
– at a picnic? I wouldn’t mind being taken on a picnic table!
– camping?  Too many bugs!

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Your challenge for this Friday, 5-25-12, is to use the picture above to write a flash fiction of 100-135 words. I would also like you to please use this phrase in your submission:
"...the scent of [noun]..."
Test Drive

My father held out his keys to his baby, a shiny black 1953 Cadillac Fleetwood.  Billy swallowed hard.

                “Bring it back like you took it,” Dad said, slapping Billy on the back.

                The dance was a bust and Billy drove to the overlook at the gorge.  He took off his blue tux jacket and laid it on the leather back seat.  I sat down and rested my head on his shoulder.  The smell of leather and my corsage was intoxicating.

                He laid me down and I pulled off my panties.  He fucked me on the leather seat and the sound of the springs mingled with our grunts and moans.

                “It was a great ride,” Billy said as he handed Dad the keys.  “Can’t wait to take it out again.”

Friday, May 18, 2012

End of the Day

He stepped over to me and grabbed my hips.

                “Comere,” he said slurring the words into one.  He pulled me close and kissed me.  His breath smelled of old beer and tasted of stale cigarettes.  His beard was rough and scratchy.  “I want something.”

                “Yeah?  What makes you think you can have anything.”

                “I’ve been waiting all day.”

                We’d been to this point before.  Part game.  Part dare.  I turned and stepped away.

                “Not so quick”, he said, as his hand slapped at my ass.  “I told you I want something.”

                I took another step and he grabbed my waist and pushed me to the stairs.  He slid my panties down and I heard his zipper.  His cock was between my cheeks.

                My knees rubbed against the cheap rough and scratchy carpet as he thrust into me.

                I was glad that he wanted something.

Monday, March 19, 2012

I was never sure who took the picture.  It just showed up in the mail a week after the party. 

Christine came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist.  “I need to talk to you.”

“Just talk?” I asked.

“You’re hopeless.  And that’s why I love you.”

She opened the door and pushed me into the room.  She stood in front of me and kissed me, gently at first, then hard, her tongue exploring my mouth.  She pushed me onto the sofa.  She stood in front of me and slowly stripped, her fingers methodically undoing each button.  She slid the blouse off her shoulders and it fell onto the floor.

She straddled my hips and brought her nipple to my mouth.  It grazed my lips, out of the reach of my tongue.  She nuzzled my neck and kissed me, her tongue brushing my lips.

“I want you to do something for me,” she hissed into my ear.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Be careful what you read!

“Where have you been, I’ve been waiting for forever.”

                “I told you I had to work late.”

                I pushed the door shut behind him and grabbed his hips.  I leaned into him, kissing him hard, hungrily, and my tongue pushing against his lips, into his mouth.

                “I missed you too,” he said laughing.  “Wow.  Welcome home.”

                “Come on sailor, you’ve got some work to do.”

                I turned off the the stove, the last thing I wanted happening was the fire department breaking down the door because I burned dinner.  I grabbed him by the hand, leading him through the apartment, to the bedroom. 

                We stood next to each other, only the light from a couple of candles dancing across the walls and the ceiling.

                “Very romantic,” he said.

                “There’ no romance tonight, mister,” I said as I started undressing him.  The tie was off; the shirt was thrown onto the floor.

                “Where’s the seduction.”

                I grabbed at his crotch and felt his cock, hard, thick in my hand.

                “You don’t want to be seduced; you want the same thing I want.”

                I dropped his pants and pushed him onto the bed.  I slid off my sleep pants and camisole and straddled him.  I ground my pussy against his cock.  I arched my back and pinched my nipples, while I slid back and forth along his cock.  I stopped for a moment and spit on my hand and smeared my saliva along the shaft.  I started to slide on him again, his cock fitting perfectly along my slit.  As I thrust forward, his head would rub my clit, teasing it at first, so I rocked faster, with longer strokes, letting the head of his cock push against my clit hard, and then I just stayed in that one spot, the long strokes abandoned and I rubbed against the head of his cock hard and fast.

                It started in my pussy, an overwhelming rush of warmth and wetness that made my clit tingle and my legs go numb and a wave of heat rushed up my body to my belly and breasts, flushing my face and I moaned and fell forward onto him.

                “Wow, that was great.”

                “Glad I could help.”

                “You’re not done yet.”  I kissed him hard, all tongue and lips, nothing gentle or sweet.  Just raw.  “Fuck me.”

                “Is that what you want?  To be fucked?”

                “Yes,“  I hissed.  “Fuck me right now.”

                “Sorry, I need more direction than that.  You’re going to have to tell me exactly what you want.”  He tried to hide it, but he smiled.  “You’ve been here, thinking about this, probably playing with yourself a little, and getting worked up, so you know exactly what you want.”

                “I want you to fuck me!”  I reached down and felt his cock, still hard after riding on top of him.  I moved between his legs and took it in my mouth, sucking him, sliding him in and out of my mouth, getting his cock slick and wet.

                “I want you to take that big cock of yours and stick it in my cunt and don’t stop until I’m filled with cum.  Clear enough for you?”

                In a single move that combined ballet and wrestling he flipped me and pinned himself against me.  He reached down and put his cock against my pussy, rubbing the head against my still sensitive clit.

                “Is this what you want little girl.  This big cock in that tight little cunt of yours?  Is it?  Is this what you really want? “


                “Say it.”

                “Fuck me.  Now.”

                He pushed in hard, sliding in deep, grinding against me.  He was huge, bigger than usual, and he felt grand.  He knelt up and lifted my hips as he started to pump into me, slamming his cock into my cunt.  Just the way I wanted him to do it.  I pinched my nipples, hard, and I felt another wave wash over my body shooting like a spark from my nipples to my pussy.

                He pulled out of me and I grabbed at his cock, trying to get it back.  A wicked smile crossed his face and he flipped me over and pulled me to my hands and knees.

                “Did you think about doing it like this?”


“Like a slut.  Taken from behind?”


He slapped my ass as he slid his cock in and out of my tight, wet hole.  He wrapped his arm around my waist, holding me up, putting pressure on my clit as he pounded me.

“You like it, though, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I said, my voice soft as I breathed hard, concentrating on the feeling in my cunt.

“I didn’t hear what you said.”


“Yes what?”

“I like it.”

“Like what?”

“I like you fucking me.”

We were both breathing hard, our bodies covered in a patina of perspiration.  He pulled out of me, rolled me over and made me guide him into me sweet spot.

“Do you know what I’m doing to do?” he asked, his pupils large.

“Cum in me?


“Oh please.  Please.  Come in me.  Fill me up.”

He grabbed my hips, and I really don’t know where he got the strength, but he slammed into me hard three times, his cock sliding over my clit each time, triggering my third orgasm.  I felt his cock swell in me, filling me, and I felt the cum spurt into me.

We woke later, a mix and mingle of limbs and sweat and sex.  I kissed him on the lips.

“That was fun.”

“So, for future reference, just where did that come from?”

“I bought an erotic novel online today.  Thought we’d recreate it scene by scene.”

“Let’s keep it available as a reference.”