gif by: Jessica Florence

The storm hit fast

Taking the lights and air with it

He was gone chasing

She was home melting

The stagnate Texas heat

Draped her like a glove

The windows open

Light breeze flowing

Until she couldn’t take it anymore

Cloth after cloth fell to the ground

Revealing her hot skin to the breeze

She lay under the window

Hoping for more

Praying for relief

She dozed in the midnight hour

Waiting for him to come home

Too hot and sticky to care how he found her

He watched her slumber from the door

Her ample breasts heaved with her every sigh

Light sheen of sweat built across her body

His fingers itched to touch her

His mouth watered to taste her

His ears burned for the sound of her moans

He wanted to be blinded by the sight of her cumming

He wanted to smell their sex fill the room

He divested

Climbed into bed

Covered her body

Her moans came quick

His expert fingers and mouth on the prowl

Her small hand searching

Finding its purpose

Squeezing and pumping him

Wanting more, needing more

Throwing her legs up

Thrusting inside her





Screams, moans, sighs

Heat rolling out into the rain-soaked Monday


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

Work in Progress – HELP!!!

Hello my friends,

I just wanted you all to know that I have not abandoned you. I have not forgotten you. I have kind of quit cooking this past week and I apologize for my starving non-cooking friends. But I’ve been in the process of wrapping up the school year and working on a novella.

Now, I’m coming to my friends here for help. Really just a read and critique. I’m going to put in my first two chapters below. I would really appreciate if my fellow writers would read and critique me. Love you bunches.

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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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