Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Missing You

Sometimes it seemed there were too many hours in the day
Sometimes it seemed there were too few
The former when you were far away
The latter when I was next to you

It's been too long since I've seen your face
Too long since I've felt your touch
Too long since I've been in your warm embrace
Too long for me to miss you this much...


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Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Three's Not a Crowd...Part 2

“Is this a private party or can anyone join?”

Shit! Mr. Chandler! I close my legs, trying to cover myself.

“Don’t worry Love”

Mrs. Chandler tries to soothe me, prying my legs back open. A large, rough hand slides down my shoulder and into my top, cupping my breast. I moan as his fingers twist my nipple.

“How was she my Dear?”


“I want to see you eat her pussy again”

“Get on your knees little girl”

I follow her instructions and I’m met with Mr. Chandler’s crotch and the huge bulge in his pants. I slide my hands over it and delight in his moan. He reaches down and removes my top then squeezes my breasts. I undo his button and zipper and pull him free of his pants. Holy fuck! I grasp him with both hands. He’s hot, heavy, thick, and hard and my mouth is watering. I lick the drop of moisture from his tip at the same moment Mrs. Chandler licks my clit. I take him into my mouth, bobbing my head and stroking him with my hand. With that talented tongue in my pussy, I begin to falter and Mr. Chandler grabs both sides of my head and fucks my mouth. He pushes deep and keeps it there, his dick stuck in the back of my throat. He pulls back as my gag reflex begins to kick in and gives me a moment to catch my breath. And then he does it again.

“Her mouth is amazing”

“Come Darling. Come have a taste of this pussy”

She slaps my ass and pulls me into position, sitting on the couch. While Mr. Chandler kneels between my legs, I watch his wife undress. Fuck, she’s sexy! Mr. Chandler tongues me down, slurping as he sucks on my clit. I cry out, grabbing a handful of his hair.

“You were right Babe”

He stands and drags his Polo shirt over his head. My eyes bug out at his perfect 6 pack abs. He removes a condom from his pocket and then kicks off his pants and boxer briefs. He rolls it onto his massive dick and I lick my lips. He wraps his hands around my thighs and drags me to the edge of the couch so that I’m lying down. He inserts two fingers into my pussy and groans.

“Fuck, that’s a tight little pussy”

He teases me with his fingers until I feel like I might go insane.

“Please…please fuck me!”

He grins and then slowly pushes into me. My muscles clench around him, stretching to accommodate his girth.

“Oh God!”

He pulls out and again, slowly pushes in. As I get used to the feeling of him inside me, he moves faster. Mrs. Chandler kneads my breasts and sucks on my nipples until they’re hard peaks in her mouth. She kneels over my face, presenting me with her pretty, pink pussy. I wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her down to my lips. She quivers at my first tentative lick.

“That’s it little girl”

I lap at her clit, watching as her lips get swollen and wet. I close my mouth over her pussy, sucking and swirling my tongue. She grabs my hair, moaning and shaking above me. She rolls her hips and I just stick out my tongue, allowing her to pleasure herself.

“Turn around”

Mr. Chandler’s gruff voice sends a chill down my spine. He pulls me to the ground and positions me, kneeling with my back to him. Mrs. Chandler sits before me, spreading her thighs. I slip two fingers inside her just as he enters me from behind.


His size along with the angle has me grabbing at the couch.

“Fuck her Jarvis. Fuck her hard”

He grunts, slamming into me. I bury my lips in her pussy, sucking on her clit and fucking her with my fingers. I feel another orgasm coming on and move faster, matching the quickening sensation flowing through my body.

“Fuck, Shannon. Right there!”

Mr. Chandler drives into me, pounding the perfect spot until I’m coming hard, screaming and shaking.

“Fuck, Shannon. That little pussy is squeezing me so good”

Exhausted, I drop my head on her thigh, breathing heavily. He pulls out of me and I hear the sound of him removing the condom.

“Come here Baby”

He sits on the couch and she straddles him, sliding down on his dick. She moans and as I watch their expressions, I know that these two people couldn’t be more in love. No matter what kind of kinky shit they get into, they’ll always come back to each other. I kneel next to them, pulling her nipple into my mouth as she bounces on his dick. I reach down and circle her clit. She moves faster, grinding and whimpering. I pinch her clit and she cries out.

“Fuck, I’m coming!”

She freezes and he takes over, grabbing her hips, and thrusting up into her. She shakes, screams, and grabs his shoulders as her orgasm tears through her.

“Fuck!” he shouts.

He jumps up and she drops to her knees before him, pulling me down with her. He pumps his dick, groaning, as we wait, mouths open. And then with a roar, he erupts. Warm come splashes on our tongues and cheeks. I swallow, licking my lips as we take turns sucking him dry. He jerks as she licks his balls while I suck on the head of his dick. Once his contractions have stopped, I pull away and stare at them with uncertainty. They both kneel next to me and caress me softly, kissing my neck and cheeks.

“Thank you” they whisper.

Me? I should be thanking them! That was the most amazing experience of my life. We dress quietly and head back to the living room. Mrs. Chandler re-heats everything and we go through dinner like we didn’t just fuck each other’s brains out. As soon as dinner is over, I start making excuses to leave. I do not want this to get weird. They both kiss me at the door. On the lips. Jesus.

“You’re here for the entire spring break?”

“Yes Mr. Ch - ”

“Under the circumstances, you can call me Jarvis”

I blush and look down at my feet. When I look back up, they’re smiling at me.

“Want to come over for dinner tomorrow?”

Fuck yes! Is that even a question?!

“I’d like that”

I head back home humming Katy Perry’s I Kissed a Girl. I was pissed I didn’t get to go to Cancun but fuck that! Spring break at home just got mighty interesting.


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Thursday, November 27, 2014

Three's Not A Crowd...Part 1

I smooth my skirt with shaking fingers before I ring the Chandlers’ doorbell. I’m a few minutes early because I know how big they are on punctuality. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. At 15, they were intimidating but that was 5 years ago. I’m in college. I’m an adult. I’m not their teenaged babysitter anymore.

The door opens and Mrs. Chandler stands before me looking perfect as usual in dress slacks and a chiffon blouse. She’s the quintessential white woman – blonde hair, blue eyes. Even now, in her 40’s she’s still a hottie. I can bet she still goes to the gym everyday like she did back then.

“Shannon! So good you could make it Sweetheart”

She pulls me in for a hug and kisses both my cheeks.

“Thanks for inviting me”

I have to admit, I was surprised when she invited me over for dinner. After they sent Jackson off to some private boarding school, I didn’t have much contact with them. Even less since I started college. A few passing hi’s and bye’s whenever I came home for the holidays but that’s it. I’ve always avoided them anyways since I’ve had a crush on Mr. Chandler since I was like, 10. It was hard because my parents made an effort to socialize with them since they were the only other family of color in our neighborhood. My Dad and Mr. Chandler share that black-man-married-to-a-white-woman thing. Mr. Chandler is all kinds of mixed though – black, white, Native American…I think his Grandma was French. He has the most beautiful eyes you will ever see. Sometimes they look blue, other times green. He works out just as much as his wife and the last time I saw him, he looked like a Calvin Klein underwear model.

“Come on in. Jarvis is upstairs finishing up a business call”

She leads me into their gorgeous dining room and I thank my lucky stars that I at least dressed up a little bit. Everything looks so formal.

“I hope you’re hungry”

“Starving. I remember what a good cook you are”

“Oh, thank you Dear. That’s very kind”

Her phone buzzes and she looks down at it, furrowing her brows.

“That’s Jarvis. Seems his call is taking longer than he hoped. He says to start without him”


She sits next to me at the table and we exchange small talk while I eat the most decadent shrimp and lobster dish I’ve ever had.

“How’s school?”

“It’s great. I love my classes and I’ve made a lot of good friends”

“Good, good. And boys?”

I blush as she smiles at me knowingly.

“A few. Nothing serious”

“Don’t be modest. Beautiful girl like you?”

“Thank you…but I’m not looking for serious”

“Well, you have a point. You are young. Although I married Jarvis when I was 22”

Any woman would have married Jarvis. I would have done it at 10.

“What about girls?”

I choke on my lobster. She pats my back as I cough and reach for my water.

“Excuse me?”

“It’s college Shannon. Other than learning that’s what it’s for – experimenting”

Jesus. Are we really having this conversation?


“Don’t be shy”


“It’s ok. I…dabbled a bit in law school”

If someone stabbed me in the hand right now I wouldn’t feel it. Mrs. Perfect pitched for the other team?!

“As a matter of fact…”

She turns to me with a seductive smile and places her hand on my knee. My heart leaps into my mouth.

“I still do”

I swallow hard, trying to get my heart back into its rightful place. Is Margaret Chandler hitting on me?!

“You do?”


Her hand slides slowly up under my skirt. I gasp, squeezing my thighs together. She tucks my hair behind my ear and trails her finger down my neck. Shit. My muscles clench.

“Mr. Chandler doesn’t mind?”

“Of course not. In fact…he likes to watch”

Fuck! Who knew the upstanding Chandlers were so kinky?

“Don’t be scared little girl”

I didn’t realize I’d opened my legs until her hand slid further up. She slides her finger along the edge of my panties and then cups my pussy. I bite my lip, close my eyes, and let my head fall back. She caresses me through the soaked material. How did I get this wet so quickly?

“Come with me” she whispers in my ear.

She pulls me up and leads me to the living room couch. She grabs the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss at the same time her fingers slip into my panties. Her tongue strokes mine as her fingers slide into my wetness. I moan, grabbing her hip as I grind against her fingers.

“I want to taste you”

She slides off the couch and kneels between my legs. My chest heaves at the sight of her down there…and what she’s about to do. She pulls off my panties and skirt in one motion and spreads my thighs, exposing my pussy to her.

“Pretty little pussy”

She leans in and trails her tongue along my lips. I bury my fingers in her hair, stifling a moan.

“You like that?”

“Yes” I whisper.

She parts my lips with her fingers and swipes her tongue on my clit.


You might not think calling His name is appropriate right now but I do. I think I’m in Heaven. She slides her tongue over and between my lips, circling my clit. I press her face into my pussy, rolling my hips.

“So sweet”

She slips her finger inside me and smiles.

“And tight”

She slides another finger inside, massaging my top wall as she sucks on my clit. I grab the top of the couch trying my best not to scream. Between her tongue and her fingers, I’m about to lose it.

“Fuck! Right there…”

I thrash my head from side to side, my body barely holding on. And then she sucks harder, fucks me harder with her fingers.

“Oh God, I’m gonna come”

“Give it to me”

Her thumb replaces her tongue and her hands push me over the edge.


My muscles clench around her fingers and my body vibrates in ecstasy. She pulls her fingers out of me and licks my juices from them slowly. I stare down at her, trying to calm my breathing and still not believing what we just did.

“Is this a private party or can anyone join?”


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Thursday, November 13, 2014

First Time

I glance up at the huge man standing over me. He smiles encouragingly and I avert my gaze. I tap my foot nervously, waiting for him to begin. Sweat trickles down the back of my neck and I lick my suddenly dry lips.


My head snaps up and I hold his stare. I know he can see the fear in my eyes.

“I guess”

I watch him prepare his…instrument and flinch at the slap of latex against skin. This is it. I’m really doing this.

“Virgin, huh?”


“Just relax”

Yeah…says the stranger I’m about to let change me, my body forever. He shifts my legs and positions himself between them.  My hands begin to shake and I can hardly breathe. My heart hammers in my ears, drowning out all other sound. He grabs my thigh and then comes the piercing pain. I cry out at the initial shock and he stills.

“You ok?”

I nod and motion for him to continue. I close my eyes because I can’t watch. He moves slowly, trying his best to acclimate me to the feeling. And then, it starts to feel better. My heart is still pounding and my breathing irregular but the pain is bearable. He moves faster now, with sure and steady strokes, occasionally sliding his fingers over my skin. Feigning bravery, I take a peek. His brows are furrowed in concentration and a single drop of sweat rolls down the side of his face. He moves in and out, side to side, up and down, working my malleable flesh. Time drags on and it seems to go on for hours. I bite my lip, holding in the sounds trying to escape me. From the look on his face, I’d say he’s almost done. I close my eyes tightly, waiting for him to finish. It goes quiet. I look down and cringe at the sight of my own blood on the latex. He removes it and tosses it into the trash.

“How was that?”

“Not as bad as I thought it would be”

“Is it everything you wanted?”

“Exactly the way I wanted it”

I trace the design on my thigh and smile at Ed.

“See? Your first tattoo wasn’t so bad”

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Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Daddy's Girl

“How do you feel Little One?”

I startle at his voice. He moved so stealthily that I didn’t hear him enter. I’m on my stomach, facing away from the door so I couldn’t have seen him either. I smell him though. And I just want to eat him up.

“Good, Daddy”

“Not too tight?”

“No, Daddy”

He sticks his fingers beneath the rope around my ankles before trying the length around my wrists. Satisfied, he tugs on the part connecting my wrists to my ankles. When he’d come in earlier and told me to put my hands behind my back, I wasn’t expecting this. Now I’m lying here bound with my ass in the air and I can’t wait for what’s coming next. He lightly trails his fingers on the bottom of my feet and I want to moan and laugh at the same time. As a matter of fact, the sound that comes out of me sounds like a cross between the two. I wiggle my toes, squirming beneath his touch.

“If at any time this becomes too much for you, what do you say?”


“Good girl, Jana”

He moves around me, sliding the tips of his fingers across my skin gently. Shivers rack my body. Everything about this man turns me on. He can reduce me to a hot, quivering mess with just a word so just imagine what his touch is doing right now.

“Your body is my favorite toy. I wish I could play with you all day”

See what I mean? Jesus! He grabs my ponytail and yanks my head back so that I’m looking up at him. His chocolate skin is glistening in the candle light, calling to my fingers. I wriggle them, even more conscious of my bonds. I need to touch him. I need to run my fingers, my tongue along his hard, ripped abs. He leans down and I see the fire raging in his brown eyes. And it just makes me hotter because it’s me that’s doing this to him. It’s my body that’s driving him crazy.

“Would you like that Little?”

“Yes, Daddy…so much”

His lips quirk up in a smug smile.

“I know”

He releases me and makes his way to the chest in the corner of the room. He opens it and stares inside pensively.

“What will it be tonight? Pleasure…or pain?”

“Pain, Daddy. I want the pain…please”

I don’t hesitate because it’s what I want. More importantly, it’s what he wants. He knows my limits and how far he can take me, how much I can handle. I never have to worry about him going too far. He removes my favorite riding crop from the chest and stalks towards me.

“Pain it is”

He stands before me, his crotch right in my face. His hardness tents his sweatpants. He’s such a tease. He knows how much I love sucking him off. Here he is dangling it in my face like candy to a kid. And I can’t do anything about it. I pull at my bonds but they don’t give. Not that I thought they would. He is a master with rope.

He slides the end of the crop along my spine and I moan.

“I know what you want…but not tonight”

He pulls a length of black silk from his pocket and secures it around my eyes. I groan in disappointment because looking at him is half the pleasure. Whether it’s a caress or a spanking, I love to see the emotions on his face, his muscles rippling as he moves. He taps my ass lightly with the crop and I realize that he’s no longer standing before me.

“Are you taking good care of my pussy Little?”

“Yes, Daddy”

Tap, tap, tap. Just light kisses of the crop on my skin. But I know it’s coming soon.


“I waxed yesterday and I clean just like you told me to every time I shower. And I only wear the cotton panties you buy me”

“Good girl”

And then the crop lands on the back of my thigh with a crack. I cry out but then his hand distracts me from the pain. He caresses my ass, squeezing my cheek gently. And then another smack to the back of my other thigh. I draw in a breath through my teeth. Before I can recover from that one, another lands on my ass. And another…and another. The next two land just below my ass cheeks.


I wiggle my ass, the throbbing between my legs becoming too much to bear. He slides the crop between my thighs and over my pussy.

“Separate your knees”

I struggle with my constraints, spreading my knees as far as they can go. His hand brushes my stomach and my muscles clench. His fingers glide along my wet lips and he chuckles.

“You do like the pain don’t you Little One?”

“Yes, Daddy”

He circles my clit and I moan, moving against his fingers. He withdraws his hand and then it’s the sting of the crop on my clit.


He lets me have it. Punishing my clit over and over until I think I can’t take it anymore. He stops and sinks two fingers inside me. As his fingers slide in and out of me, the crop bites into my sides, left then right and repeat.

“Yes…fuck me Daddy!”

I feel my orgasm approaching but I can’t come without his permission.

“Please…may I come?”

“Yes. Come for Daddy. Hard”

I push back at his fingers, grinding on them even as the crop keeps landing on my skin. Just at the point of no return, he pulls his fingers out of me and delivers one last, hard blow to my clit with the riding crop. And I come…and come…and come, screaming as my body shakes violently. My ankles fall to the bed so I know he’s released them from my hands. He re-positions me on my side and pulls me to the edge of the bed. I whimper as he slides his dick across my tender, most likely swollen lips. He pushes inside me, stretching me with his big, thick cock and I contract my muscles around him. He grunts, pulls almost all the way out and then slams into me.

“Oh God!”

He pounds into me relentlessly, punishing my already sore lips. But I love it. I know he loves it. This is us. This is what we do. We play hard, we fuck hard, and we come hard…together.

“My perfect Little…so wet…so tight”

He moves even faster, hitting the perfect spot each time. I want to see his face when he comes. I want to grab his ass and pull him into me as he spills himself inside me.  I don’t why he’s denying me tonight.


He smacks my ass hard with his palm as if he knows what I’m thinking. I should not question his methods. He sinks his fingers into my thigh. That’s the sign. That’s how I always know when he’s about to come. And it always drives me fucking wild. It’s like a message to my brain and my brain sends a message to my body – come.

“Come Jana. Now!”


My muscles spasm out of control as he thrusts into me. He growls loudly, sinking so deep inside me that he could be an internal organ. Our heavy breaths fill the room, the air thick with the glorious, musky scent of sex. I go limp, shattered by two of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever had.

He pulls out of me and sets to removing my bonds. I blink up at him, allowing my eyes to adjust when he removes the blindfold.

“Hi” he says with a crooked smile.

“Hi there Handsome”

“Stay here. I’m going to run you a bath”

“Yes, Daddy”

He shuffles to the edge of the bed but then turns back to me. He trails his finger down my cheek and places a soft kiss on my lips. And then he says to me what I always treasure...The reason he will forever be my Daddy.

“Thank you”


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Thursday, October 9, 2014

Don't leave me...

"Baby…you’re my center…my compass. You’re my true north. Without you…I’m lost"


Saturday, September 13, 2014

At His Mercy Pt 2

I eagerly take him into my mouth, staring up at him just the way he taught me to. As I slide up and down his length, his fingers curl into my hair, grabbing a fistful. He pushes my head down, forcing himself deeper until he hits the back of my throat. He keeps me there, watching intently. Just at the right moment, before it becomes too much to bear, he pulls out and lets me catch my breath. While he strokes his thick cock, I lick his balls, pulling one then the other into my mouth. He moans and his head falls back. I slide my tongue up and try to take him into my mouth again but he stops me.

“That’s enough. I want to come inside that sweet pussy of yours”

My muscles clench involuntarily and I feel my juices dripping down my thigh. He hasn’t even touched me yet but my body is strung so tightly that if he breathes on me I might come. He returns me to my previous position and walks away. When he returns, I feel cold steel trailing up my inner thighs. They tremble and my knees threaten to buckle. He slides his fingers below the crotch of my panties and I hear a snip. As soon as the material falls away, he plunges his finger inside me. I come instantly, screaming at the top of my lungs.

“That’s it pet”

This is what he does to me. He plays my body like a classically trained musician. I can no longer support my weight because my bones have turned to liquid. My knees spread wide and the rope goes taut. He grabs my waist and lifts me, supporting me as he positions himself beneath me so that I’m sitting astride him. He releases the hook anchoring me to the ceiling and I fall onto his chest. His strong, musky scent fills my nostrils and gives me new life. I sit up and position myself over his cock and he sinks his fingers into my hips, guiding me. I whimper as he slides inside me, filling me up the way no-one else can.

“So fucking tight. Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You. It’s yours Master”

I start to move and so does he, meeting my thrusts with a powerful one of his own. Suddenly, he lifts me and positions me above his lips. A shiver runs down my spine as I anticipate the touch of his talented tongue. He wraps his arms around my thighs and pulls me down, parting my lips with his tongue.

“Oh God!”

He swirls his tongue on my clit, slurping up my juices. My eyes roll back in my head as he closes his lips around it sucking the way a newborn babe suckles at his mother’s breast. It’s a good thing he likes me noisy. I don’t think I could keep quiet if my life depended on it. Before I can even think, he releases me and is kneeling behind me, pushing my face towards the floor. I lay my cheek against it and that’s when I see the small vibrator and lube lying next me. I wiggle against him in anticipation and he chuckles.

“My eager kitten”

He retrieves them and slides his cock inside me once more. He strokes my anus with his thumb and I feel the lube trickling down. He slowly eases his thumb inside, adding more lube. I push back against him and he growls low in his throat. He begins pumping into me, his cock and thumb working in unison. I whimper as his thumb slips out and the vibrator slides in. He works it slowly into my ass before turning it on. I cry out as he pounds my pussy. While the toy adds another element to our play, I’d rather have his cock any day. He changes the setting on the vibrator and it speeds up. The sensation coupled with his powerful strokes sends me over the edge and I come – hard and loudly. He tightens his hold on my hips keeping me up as he seeks his own orgasm. I tighten my muscles around him and he roars in answer. He gently lays me down on the floor and removes the vibrator then quickly removes the rope binding my wrists. He pulls out of me with a reluctant groan and flips me over to remove the rest of the rope. I stare into his eyes as he lovingly massages my arms. He smiles down at me and then picks me up, taking me to our bed. He sighs as he pulls me into his arms.

“How was the first night of your honeymoon Mrs. Grant?”

“Perfect Mr. Grant. I don’t want it to end”

“Don’t worry my love. With me, every day of the rest of our lives will be just like this one”

“Yes, Master” 


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Thursday, September 11, 2014

Late Night Musings...#Love

"They" say love is blind but it should open your eyes. It should transport you to a higher place of understanding of both yourself and your partner. We do not love because we don't see each others' faults. We love despite them. We see the person as a whole and accept them flaws and all. If you can't then you are not truly in love.


Sunday, September 7, 2014

At His Mercy Pt 1

My knees and back hurt from kneeling on the hardwood floor, my back arched so that my view is of the ceiling. The rope cuts into the flesh of my wrists and upper arms. Time is but a concept because I have no idea how long I’ve been here. But I will wait. Patiently. This is the way Master wants me – in my underwear, bound, and partially suspended from the ceiling.  He will be pleased. That is what I yearn for. It is my sole purpose in life. I live to please him. My pain is inconsequential. I will not move until he tells me to. Footfalls on the floor alert me to his approach. I know he’s barefooted and wearing those unbuttoned, ripped jeans that I love to see him in. I picture him walking towards me with that sexy, confident gait that gets my heart pounding. In my mind, I see his chiseled chest and abs…and those strong arms that always make me feel safe. He probably has a satisfied smirk on his lips and a twinkle in his sapphire blue eyes because I’m right where he left me. Not that I could move if I wanted to but I have not complained. I haven't even made a sound. I can see him running his fingers through his dark hair and biting into his full bottom lip as he gets closer. My pussy twitches.

He appears above me and my breathing accelerates to the point where I forget about breathing through my nose. My body tingles all over and excitement fills my veins. That look. That’s all it takes. That look that tells me I’ve been a good girl and I’m about to be rewarded.

“Very good, my pet”

That voice. That deep, sensual voice that flows over me like molten chocolate. It can and has made me come on several occasions. He wraps his fingers around the rope stretching across my breasts and pulls me towards him. His warm breath caresses my lips as he whispers

“I am pleased”

He teases me with the promise of a kiss but pulls back right before our lips touch. He lowers me gently and steps around me to stand over my face. Through his jeans, I can see the impression of his hard cock lying on his thigh. He grabs it, squeezing as he stares down at me.

“See what you do to me, pet? My cock is hard and throbbing for you. Are you wet for me?”

“Yes, Master” I answer breathlessly.

He leans forward, gently sliding his palm down my stomach and under the waistband of my panties. I moan as he trails his fingers along my dripping lips.

“Yes, you are. But first, my pet, I want your mouth”

He straddles my torso and places his hand at the back of my head, raising me toward him. I lick my lips as I watch him pull his zipper down. Before Master, I cringed at giving head and gave it rarely. With him, I could worship his perfect cock all day. He pulls it out and squeezes the base while trailing the head along my lips.

“Now, open pet…and suck until I tell you to stop”


Monday, August 25, 2014

All In...

Feeling a little nostalgic. Another excerpt from "All In".

"I know that I creep into your thoughts when you least expect it. You smile to yourself and look around wondering if anyone saw. I know you lie awake at nights wishing I was next to you, touching you, kissing you…making you feel like no-one else has ever made you feel”

“And how do you know all that?”

“Because, Sweetness, I go through the same thing every…single…day"


Thursday, August 21, 2014


From the first full length novel I wrote (titled "All In"). I look back at it now and wonder "what was I thinking?" :)

“You can have anyone you want. Why me? I just don’t understand.”

“I don’t know if I can explain it. You…pull me. Even tonight…I just jumped in the Range and started driving. Somehow I ended up here. It’s like…I’m an explorer. I’ve been lost at sea and you’re the first land I’ve seen. I’m zeroed in on you, anticipating the moment I can bury my feet in the sand and claim you as mine.”


Saturday, August 16, 2014

Beautiful music...

His touch, branded on my skin like a tattoo, is like music to the soul. The right caress, like the right song, can make me forget or remember everything. I am his song, composed and played only by him. My body is his canvas and like a virtuoso, he imprints notes with each stroke of his fingers.


Tuesday, August 12, 2014



Oh God. The word caresses my ears. He said it with such conviction, such complete possession that I want to relinquish myself to him totally. Fuck the fact that he’s behaving like a possessive prick. In the light of day it’s my ultimate deal breaker. But here, now where it’s just the two of us? I crave it. I yearn for it. I want to be his. I need him to claim me, body and soul. How does he do this to me? How does he break through my defenses and crush every thought or idea that I have about him, about us? How does he make me want more?


Sunday, August 3, 2014

Shut In Pt 3

So...here it is - the final pages of "Shut In". Enjoy and let me know what you think!

He rams his cock into me and I cry out at the sudden invasion. I grab his shoulders, sinking my nails into his flesh.

“I knew you would feel amazing”

 Breathing heavily, lips parted, I stare into his eyes as my body fights to accommodate him. He’s so big and it’s been so long. I can’t form any words. It just hurts so fucking good. He begins to move, slowly at first, savoring each stroke. He circles his hips, pulling back and going deep. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks and he buries his face in my neck.

“Dios…I’ve wanted you so long Tara”

 I throw my head back, my breaths coming in puffs as he moves inside me. Maybe it’s been too long but I don’t remember sex being this good. “Good” would be an understatement actually. I have to give him his props. He may be an asshole but he’s a sexually proficient one. His breath is hot on my neck, causing as much pleasure as the friction of our sweat slicked bodies colliding.

“I’ve dreamt about burying my face between your magnificent breasts…sinking deep into your tight, wet pussy”

Oh Dear God…what kind of torture is this? Does he even know what his words are doing to me? A shiver shoots up my spine as he trails his tongue across my neck.

“You have tormented my days and nights. I can think of no-one else but you”

“Oh God…”

“Look at me Tara”

I open my eyes and blue meets lust-filled brown. That look alone makes my pussy contract involuntarily. He moans and begins to move faster.

“Tell me you want me too” he begs.

“I want you”

Well, at the moment I do. What else can I say when the man is balls deep inside me? My words seem to have awakened something inside him. He’s thrusting into me with deadly intent. He’s gone wild, me-Tarzan-you-Jane primitive… …and I love it! I cling to him, unable and unwilling to move. For each of his grunts, I answer with a moan.

“Say my name”

His name? I’ve never called him by his first name before. Given the circumstances, we’re definitely on a first name basis. He pulls back and angles upward as he sinks deep. His name slips from my lips as naturally as a baby says “mama”.


I clench my muscles around him as I feel my orgasm approaching. He groans, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. Fuck, he looks sexy like that.

“Give it to me Tara”

I throw my head back as I come, screaming and pulling his face back into my neck as my body shudders. A host of curses leaves his lips and as he shakes against me, I know he’s coming too. Sated, I let my head fall back on the wall and close my eyes. I’m trying to get my breathing back to normal but he’s planting little kisses on my neck and up to my chin. I meet his lips and he kisses me softly, gently pulling on my bottom lip. He pulls out of me and I unwrap my legs from around his hips. Once my feet are on solid ground again, my senses return. What the hell have I done?! I gently push him away and retrieve my blouse from the floor. I pull my skirt down and watch as he removes the condom, ties a knot at the end, and shoves it into his pocket. When we're both fully clothed, he moves towards me.

“Tara - ”

The lights come on and the elevator resumes its descent. Thank you God. I pick up my jacket and purse and slip my shoes back on. He looks up at the camera and retreats to his corner. I don’t know what to say. How will I be able to even look at him again after what just happened? I busy myself putting my hair back up. 

“Tara, will you look at me?”

“Don’t…please don’t”

The moment the doors slide open, I make a hasty retreat. In the lobby, I encounter the night watchman. I try not to get too close to him. I know I absolutely look like I’ve just been fucked in an elevator.

“Miss Smith. I didn’t know anyone was still here”

Miguel…Mr. Andres walks up behind me and I wave my hand towards him nonchalantly. At least I hope so.

“We got stuck in the elevator”

“Oh wow…all this time? I had to go downstairs and manually turn on the generator. I’m sorry - ”

“It’s ok Joe. You didn’t know. I’ll just have someone take a look at the generators on Monday…and the emergency button in the elevator”

“Sure thing Mr. Andres”

I bid Joe goodnight and head for the parking lot. I need to get out of here – quickly. While I’m searching for my keys, I hear his footsteps behind me.


I keep moving. Maybe if I ignore him, he’ll leave me alone.

“Tara, wait”

I disarm the alarm and reach for the door handle.

“Damn it Tara, will you wait?!”

He grabs my arm and turns me around to face him. I stare at his chest, afraid to meet his gaze.

“Where are you going?”


"Home? The only home you’re going to is mine”

Before I can even look up at him, let alone reply, he takes my keys from my fingers and arms the alarm. He begins pulling me in the opposite direction – towards his car.

“Wait a minute! What are you doing? I can’t leave my car here”

“I’ll send someone to pick it up”

The determined set of his jaw tells me he won’t stand for defiance. Too bad. I pull my hand from his grasp and cross my arms under my breasts.

“I’m not going anywhere with you”

His expression changes and his eyes sweep over my body hungrily. He grabs me and pushes me up against his Jag, trapping me with his body. Using his knee, he pushes my thighs apart and snakes his hand up my skirt. Damn my traitorous body. He smiles as my breathing escalates.

“Do you really think once would be enough? I have only begun with you Cariño”

I moan as he traces my lips through my panties. I can’t help it. I melt against him as he circles my clit. He pushes my panties to the side once more and easily slips his finger inside me. I have never been this wet before. Leave it to the one man I hate to do this to me.


He slowly works his finger inside my pussy, pushing in, pulling out, and making circles. My poor sex-starved body is eating it all up. He gently inserts another digit.

“Do you feel that? How wet you are for me? You want me too Tara. Stop fighting me”

Ok…uh huh…yeah, whatever. Just keep doing that.

“You want me so much that you don’t care if I make you come right here in the parking lot where everyone can see”

He’s right. My parents could walk up right now and I wouldn’t give a fuck. I grind on his fingers, desperately seeking release. His fingers slide out and I feel something much bigger sliding in. Holy shit! Are we really doing this here? He takes a quick look around and then starts to move. I guess we are.

“Fuck, Baby”

He hooks my left leg on his hip, holding it in place. I grab his shoulders, uncertain what to do with my hands. He thrusts into me, hitting the perfect spot every single time. I want to cry out but somewhere in my Miguel-addled brain, I remember where we are.

“God, you’re tight. I love how your pussy grips my cock”

Yeah? I love how your cock fills my pussy. Of course, I don’t say it out loud. I whimper instead and clench my muscles around him. He groans and latches on to my lips as he slams into me. I feel the quickening sensation and grip him tighter. His fingers dig into the underside of my knee.

“Jesus!” He moves faster, reaching under my skirt to circle my clit.

“Fuck! Miguel…I’m coming”

I whisper his name again and clutch at his jacket as my pussy spasms. He grunts, makes a few quick, hard thrusts and then falls against me, panting. He whispers soft words against my neck in his native language and my entire body shivers.

“What does that mean?”

“It means…I want to be inside you every minute of every day”

Fuck! My muscles clench around him and he groans as he pulls out of me. He releases my leg but still keeps me pinned against the car.

“Oh Tara…we will have such fun together”

When he pulls away, his cock is back in his pants like nothing just happened. The stickiness of the fluids trickling down my thighs tells me that they’re his, not mine.

“First, we are going to take a bath together…and then I am going to dine on your delicious body until I’ve had my fill…for tonight”

I swallow hard and stare up at him with questioning eyes. He smirks – that sexy, devilish smirk that now makes me want to rip off all his clothes. He unlocks the door and motions for me to get in. Obediently, I slide into the passenger seat. He leans down and nips at my earlobe. My muscles tighten and I whimper. 

“And then tomorrow…we’ll start all over again”

He closes the door and I watch as he makes his way to the driver’s side. A weekend of ravishment…sounds good to me. A smile spreads across my lips and I wonder why we couldn’t have gotten stuck in an elevator sooner.