Strip it Down


We had been fighting a lot lately. Kids, money, jobs away, just plain old anger that we couldn’t release on anyone else. I thought maybe we were coming to an end, the arguing had become silence. That ominous silence that signals the death of something. For us, our long-standing relationship; not marriage because neither of us wanted to be held back, even though kids did tie us together for the long haul. No legal binds to break if we didn’t want to stay together. Our joke, making sure we like each other first.

I came home to a silent house, no kids screaming, no banging of dolls and cars. Nothing. It felt like a lead ball fell into the pit of my stomach thinking he’d done it, he’d left and took the kids with him. The instant anger that flooded me was palpable, I could feel my face grow red hot.

I started down the hall to check if my instinct were correct when I noticed little red and white petals on the floor. I followed them down the hall to our bedroom. There was a note on the door, “I’ve been waiting for you all my life.”

Instantly, the anger vanished and shame and joy warred for space in me. I opened the door and found more petals immersing our room and bed, engulfing the bathroom connected. Another note taped to the mirror on my counter, “The bath has been drawn.” I peeked around the corner to find him  standing naked next to a steaming bathtub.

Tears fell softly down my cheeks. Here I was thinking the worst, worrying that we were over, and he was doing his damnedest to keep us whole. He sauntered over to me and without a word began to undress me. Slowly, deliberately. Sliding one finger beneath my top, caressing his way across my slightly heaving breasts, already puckered for what was to come.

He kissed me gently, tugging at each of my buttons as his tongue slid across my lips, coaxing entrance. I parted my lips as his thumbs found my nipples through my sheer bra and pinched tightly down across his knuckles. I moaned into his mouth, allowing him complete entry and his tongue fully explored me as his hands made quick work discarding my clothes.

His lips never left mine, but his hands roamed across me like he’d never felt my body before, like he’d never had me before, like I was new again. He made me feel desirable, something I hadn’t felt in a long time. When he finally released me from his kiss, he scooped me up and stepped into the waters, promptly plunged me into the deep waters of a rose scented bath. He sat below me, straddling me across his lap where I could feel his ever grow hardness beating against me.

He ran his fingers through my hair and then down my back, scratching lightly as he descended. I arched my back ever-so-slightly and he caught one of my nipples in his mouth and began to massage the other in time with his tongue. I moaned and began to rock my hips against his thick cock, wanting him inside me, but not wanting to rush his seduction.

His unoccupied hand slid across my body, down between us, and against my swollen clit. I bucked hard against him, my body ripe with want. He bit my nipple as his finger slid inside me and his palm rubbed my clit. I moaned louder, pushing down against his hand, wanting so much more.

I ran my hands down his chest, feeling every single muscle flex with my touch. I wrapped my hands around him, his head still peeking out from underneath both hands and I squeezed tight as I pumped his cock in time with his fingers inside me. His mouth released my breasts and his head fell back against the basin, closing his eyes as I pleasured him.

His breathing shallowed and his cock swelled more as he came close to the brink. He pulled my hands away, lifted me and then split me in two with his hard-on. I screamed his name with the intrusion, feeling both his huge cock rubbing me just right and his thumb against my clit bringing me closer to the heaven only he had ever shown me. I wrapped my arms around him, holding on as he fucked me in the shallow waves.



The Hidden Duke Pt. 1

This is a story bouncing around. Let me know what you think so far, as always happy reading!

“Papa, the carriages are arrivin’!” Phoebe called as she ran down the hill toward the small cottage outlying the Duke’s vast farmlands. Silas had been dreading this day since he received word that the Duke would be returning to Northumberland. The boy had been sent to live at schools and with distant relatives until he was of age after the sudden deaths of his parents. From all accounts, he was smart, handsome, and very much a philanderer. He had tarnished many young women in his stays in both Oxford and Cambridge. Silas would be damned if he tried his ways with his Phoebe. Continue reading

Excerpt of Blood’s Refuge

Excerpt from Part Two of “Blood Ties: Blood’s Refuge”

I wanted to share this scene from my second full novel. It’s a paranormal series in which vampires connect on a spiritual level with specific humans. Gabriel and Andrea are one of these couples. Andrea has had a very rough life, especially with sex. Gabriel has tried to be the gentlest, kindest, most patient vampire ever. This scene begins at the death of Gabriel’s brother. I hope you enjoy. Please comment. As always, happy reading!

I could feel the tears pricking the back of my eyes. Seth didn’t deserve this death. This is my fault. My existence is what killed him. I stabbed Michaela again and again. I watched as my brother’s life blood drained from her body. I wanted her to be gone from this Earth.  Continue reading

Full Submission 

It’s been a long while since I wrote much more than just The Obsession or challenges. I’ve been too busy and need to buckle down and get to writing again. The spring semester is so difficult to do anything else other than teach, take care of family, and sleep though. I’m so glad that there are only 18 more days for this school year. This is my most recent work. I hope you enjoy. Please feel free to comment and as always, happy reading.

I laid down and pulled her next to me. She was never reluctant, but tonight she was being shy. She had flipped the switch. She was my submissive. She had been dropping hints that it was about to happen and I had planned out our time. I love when she submits fully to me. Continue reading

She’s Gone

Megan was my first love, my first girlfriend, my first kiss, my first blowjob. She should’ve been my first everything, but I didn’t want our first time together to be a pathetic showing. So I took care of my virginity with the local slut and got some pointers on how to please my girl.

The night came when I was going to deflower her. We were both nervous, so we snuggled naked under the sheets. Megan’s hair was soft and it smelled amazingly good. I’d never smelled hair so sweet before. I ran my fingers through it every second that I could, never wanting to stop, never wanting to let her go. When the time came, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t take her virginity when she thought she was taking mine, when she thought she was my only, when she thought I had been faithful.

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My Sir


your lips, hot on my skin

your hands, gentle and rough

your breath, caresses my lips

your touch, pleasure and pain

your body, strong to the touch

your heart, open to me

your cock, hard for me

your desire, makes you real

your mind, the funniest thing 

your loving, best feeling on earth

you’re perfection to me

The Obsession pt. 3

If you’re interested, you can go back and read pts one and two here. I hope you enjoy. Please feel free to leave comments at the end, and as always happy reading!

“I’m hungry,” Sir slapped my turned up ass. “Go fetch me something.” I giggled and left the room, stark naked, the chain still dangling from my nipples. I was in the middle of rummaging through the refrigerator in search of the ingredients to make chicken salad when Sir sauntered in behind me and encircled my waist, pulling my upraised ass to his rejuvenated cock.

“Baby, I’m hungry,” he murmured against my back as he trailed kisses over my back, slowly kissing toward my ass, his hands following suit down my stomach.  “Mmmmm, this looks good baby, thank you.” And his mouth made contact, sticking his tongue in my pussy as his fingers rubbed my clit. I moaned into the refrigerator door, holding tight to the shelf.

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