Thursday, June 16, 2016

Sensual Thursday {23}: Demanding....


Today snippet once more comes from Lying In.  In this little snippet we're about to find out that Ezra is more than a mild mannered computer geek.  He has no problem asking for what he wants, or demanding that Mina do the same....enjoy!



Snippet: 

“Ask me to eat your pussy, Mina.” His dark command caused goosebumps to race down her arms and legs. He wanted her to….

“I….” Never a vocal lover, she struggled with the words. Lifting her hips, she tried to convey her need to him, hoping he would understand. She gasped at the unexpected sting against her inner thigh where he’d nipped her. “Sir?” 

He growled in his throat. “If you want my tongue on your wet pussy, I need the words.”

Her cheeks flushed and her heart raced as more blood raced to her sex. She didn’t think she could possibly be grow any wetter, but when he blew a soft breath across her curls, she did. “Please...”

His face hardened. “The words.”

She groaned and the words tumbled free of her lips. “Oh, god, please lick me.”

He drew in a sharp breath. “Not quite right, but it will work. Watch me eat my pussy.” Then his head dipped and her world exploded in a riot of colors as the hot flick of his tongue sent her soaring.
 


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Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Random Tuesday {15}: Oh how it grows...


"Mary, Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow...."

Okay we all know the nursery rhyme, but I'm here to tell you it's a lot of hard work and dedication. (Not that I'm complaining.) I love to garden.  And that's what's been on my mine this Tuesday. I remember helping my grandmother in her garden, my own mother in hers.  Let's face it - if there's a garden to be found, you will probably find me there.  There's just something about digging in the soil, pulling weeds and seeing plants flourish.  And the fact that my kiddos and I get to eat the rewards of my labor? Well, that's just a bonus.  

With the way I talk you would think that I've been putting in a huge vegetable garden every year, but I've only been doing it for the past few years - and last year was my best year. I had tons of tomatoes, cucumbers and a few peppers.  But it was a big enough success I've expanded my garden this year to include  cucumbers, beans, three different types of peppers, 9 (count them) types of tomatoes and garden onions. One  might thing I'm certifiable.  Who needs nine different types of tomatoes?  

Mr. Stripey Tomato

Ummmm, well I guess that would be me.  Most would even ask are there really that many types? Any yes I can name them all off for you: roma, Sweet 100s, pear tomato, lemon tomato, celebrity tomato, beefsteak, cherry, Mr. Stripes, and chocolate sprinkles. (And yes that last one does exist!)  The peeps at Burbie love me.  I scour the racks looking for tomatoes I've never tried before.  I guess I have an adventurous palate...as well as my kids.  My daughter can't wait to try the chocolate sprinkles one. She's expecting it to taste like chocolate. Don't have the heart to tell her it's probably named that because of the dark spots on it. LOL

Chocolate Sprinkles Hybrid Cherry tomato

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Monday, June 13, 2016

Monday Moans {18}: Strength...


I don't which is more attractive about this picture - the rope or the strong hand that holds it?  Or maybe it's the muscular chest behind it?  Any one care to weigh in?




 



 
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Thursday, June 9, 2016

Sensual Thursdays {22}: Tormenting Dreams


Damn, I love Sensual Thursdays...they're all about that sex...or the lead up to sex, or even tormenting memories of sex...and that's what today's snippet is all about. Poor Mina.  She thought she could have one last wild night before agreeing to settle a nearly fifty year feud by marrying the son of her family's arch rivals without consequences.  A little too late, she's finding out that her one night stand isn't quite ready to be forgotten.

Snippet:

Mina came awake on a gasp, her body exploding in agonizing pleasure, her pussy clamping down around her slender fingers as she rode out the brutal orgasm that her dream lover once more forced out of her body.   

“Sir!” 

Her hips rocked frantically against her bedding, smearing her juices all over her thousand count Egyptian cotton sheets as she rode her hand. She groaned, helpless against the memories of how her mystery man had held her down, refusing to release her until she’d orgasmed so hard she’d almost blacked out. 

“Harder, Mina. I want you to come harder. Only then will I fill you with my cock.” His fingers manipulated that tender patch of flesh inside her, pressing hard against her g-spot – refusing to let the pleasure die.  


 “Oh my god. Please!” She jerked, her body trembling as another wave of ecstasy hit her. He wasn’t even here, and yet she could feel his presence as if it were mere minutes ago, instead of six long weeks.

Finally, thank all the gods, her orgasm retreated, leaving her shaking against her pillows. Tears of frustration escaped from behind her tightly shut eyelids, while she thumped her free hand against the bed. Damnit! He shouldn’t still have this kind of control over her! She was getting married next week – to Ezra. Lord only knew how much his kisses set her on fire – something she hadn’t been expecting the first time he’d stolen a kiss after their engagement dinner. Or the smoldering tension that seemed to arc between them whenever they were in a room together. Which was why she shouldn’t still be dreaming about the mysterious Mr. Anderson. She should be fantasizing about her husband delivering on the pleasure his toe-curling kisses promised.

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Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Random Tuesday {14}: A month and counting


It's hard to believe that month from today, I'll be attending my first book signing as an author (heck I haven't even gone as a reader).  So as you can imagine, I'm both excited and nervous at the same time. Excited because it's something new for me, and nervous because....well, it's something I've never done before.  I've always looked at my writing as an outlet, as a way to stop the voices in my head, and basically a way to escape the crazy realities of being a single mom.  I never expected it to actually make me any money. I wrote for years on Literotica - it wasn't until my dad (yes, my dad) browbeat me into subbing to Excessica, a fledging (at the time) publishing house, that I finally took the plunge. That was nearly ten years and twenty books ago. 

While I can't say it's all been roses - writing is really hard work. There's more to it than just writing (there's the editing, cover art, paperwork,  and don't get me started on all the promotional aspects of it. I swear I spend half my time in front of the computer on Facebook, scheduling blogs, Twitter, Instagram, and interacting with readers and friends...it's just pure crazy.) 


Anyway...back to the subject at hand...my first book signing. This is definitely a horse of a different color. There's absolutely no anonymity at all, no computer screen to hide behind, no long string of text, or something I can sit in my pajamas and do.  Nope, it's interacting with the public - face to face.  A scary thought. True, I interact with the public all the time at  my EDJ.  But that's different. That's not Dakota who's helping the customers find contact solution or hand lotion.  Nope, that's your friendly Wal-mart stocker.  

So to sit down at a table filled with print copies of my book, and other swag and talk to readers about my writing? Well, that's a scary proposition.  But one that I am looking forward to.  So this last thirty days will be spent getting my swag together, making sure I have all my print copies in hand and chewing my non-existing nails.   Oh and getting together a give away basket. 

Which reminds me....if you were attending a book signing what kind of things would catch your eye, (aside from free books) for a gift basket?  (Any suggestions would be helpful.)


 
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