To Be Worshipped

There was something about the way James looked at her. It was as if he was peering in to her very soul.  She'd heard such a phrase used once or two in a movie, but not until this moment, had she known what it meant.

Heart thumping, Louann felt her will power melting away. Strong fingers tipped her chin up, as Louann tried to turn away.

"Don't look away, love."  James' deep voice reverberated through her whole body.  "I want to look into your eyes as I make love to you."

"I...but...we..."  Louann's face reddened.  "We can't.  I'm not that kind of woman."

"That kind of woman?  Love, you can't seriously mean to tell me that you are not a woman who wants to feel her body cherished.  Every inch touch and kissed and tasted."

"I..."

"That is what I thought."  James fingers slipped beneath Louann's tee shirt and over her breasts.  "You deserve to be worshipped, love."

"Oh, my..."

James bent over and kissed her neck, just below her ear.  Louann gripped his arms tight, as her knees began to shake.

"I think...I mean..."  she murmured.

Slipping his hands around to her back, James reached down and cupped her jean-clad ass.

"Let me worship you, love."  Pulling her against him, James rubbed his bulging cock against her.

"Oh, God. Please." Louann whispered, her own body absentmindedly grinding against James' erection.

Lifting her up in his arms, James carried Louann to the bedroom and spent the rest of the night worshipping her.
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Yes, I am back to playing around with "teasers" my friends.  I also have gone back to the editing process on my anthology that I initially planned to release in March.  Hopefully, I can get enough time to finish it up before the holidays, so some of my more "adventurous" fans will be able to purchase it as a gift for a loved one...or as a gift to themselves.

Love you friends!

Keep it sexy :P

~J~

Hello Lovelies

How are my romantic friends today?

I must apologize for being away so long. To be honest, I haven't been inspired in a long time.  It is frustrating to write romantic stories when your world is utterly un-romantic. ;)

Now that I have had some time on my own, I have been more interested in writing. So, I hope that I can entertain you, once again.

Love,
J.

Wet Wednesday

Did you read yesterday's post?  If not, check it out here: HERE

Continuing....

I wiggled as Andy's mouth trailed down to my breasts.  He laved at my nipples, sucking the champagne off and nibbling my flesh.  I squirmed.  I couldn't help it.  He knew how sensitive I was, how my body responded to his attentions.  I am not sure when I did it, but my hands were suddenly in his hair, pulling him hard against me.  He laughed and continued from my breasts to my belly button.  My body was on fire, and I tugged his hair...hard.

Slipping one warm hand up my skirt, while the other firmly grabbed my breast, Andy managed to slip my underwear down, and then off.  I was literally grinding on the chair at this point, desperately needing his tongue on my pussy.  Andy picked up on my cues, as he always did.  Moving his mouth up my thigh, he came closer to where I wanted him.  But, then, he started nibbling back down the other leg.  I groaned and slid forward, chasing his mouth, almost slipping off the chair completely.  Andy laughed and then tugged my legs wide open.  I gasped as his mouth finally descended on my throbbing clit.  His tongue swirled around the bud, then dipped inside my pussy as far as it would go.  He retreated then repeated it all over again.  I was chanting his name like a prayer.  I needed more.

"Andy....please."  I begged.  I couldn't take anymore teasing.  Finally...."Yes!"  He slipped a finger in and stroked me rhythmically as his tongue danced over my clit.  I gushed...literally.  When his head finally emerged from between my legs, I was already wanting more.  Now it was my turn.  I ripped off the blindfold and leapt at him, pinning him against the counter.  Our tongues dueled and the taste of me in his mouth excited me further.

I reached over an grabbed an ice cube from the bucket where the champagne was.  At some point, Andy had lost his shirt.  Now it was my turn to tease him.  I began to trail the ice cube down his chest as his gaze stayed on my face.  I smiled when I saw his erection poking up out of the waistband of his boxers.  This was going to be fun...drawing out his pleasure and teasing him until he begged this time.

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~J~

Fantasy Friday

Christina put her cell in her purse and walked in to the bar.  She straightened her skirt and glanced around for her friends.  Her eye caught sight of Melanie, her co-worker.  Mel was hard to miss at 5'10" with platinum blond hair and a group of guys always hovering around her.  Chris chuckled to herself as she made her way over to the bar.  Pushing her way through the groupies, Chris finally made her way to Mel, Alex and Simone.

"Hey girls!"  Christina hollered over the music thumping through the speakers.

Chris hugged each of the girls and ordered herself a beer.  "How's the prospects tonight?"

Alexandra, or Alex, laughed.  "Slim pickings.  Once Mel cuts these guys down and sends them with their tails between their legs, it's gonna be hard to find anything young and handsome here tonight."

The girls all laughed and Chris looked around.  Sure enough, "Ladies Night" was truly that for a change.  Most of the guys that were present were either the usual bar slugs or young bucks that had gravitated towards Mel.

Chris didn't blame them.  If she were a guy, she'd do the same.  Melanie had an amazing personality, a beautiful heart and was a professional model.  Problem was, most guys never looked beyond the fact that she was a model, to see the true gem she was.

Sipping down her beer, Chris realized that most guys in bars were the same.  At 5' 8", with long wavy golden-brown hair, deep green eyes and a curvy figure, Chris had her fair of attention.  But, it was always the same...one-night hook-up and then one kicked the other to the curb right after.  At almost 30, she was getting tired of all the nonsense and wanted to find someone real.

Like Toby.

Toby was Melanie's brother.  They'd all grown up together, but Toby was 3 years older, so when Chris finally was allowed to date, he had already left for college.  Tall, blonde with blue eyes, he was the male version of Melanie.  And, he got just as much attention as she did.  A fact that always irked Christina.

Now, at 33, Toby was a prime catch.  He'd matured not only physically, but mentally as well.  His body had transformed into a rock hard wall of muscle covered in tattoos.  After he left college, he went off to be a professional fitness competitor and model.  Now, he was a personal trainer as well.  Chris remembered when she saw him last, at Christmas.  He was not only amazing looking, but was just as witty and funny as he'd always been.  But, he still treated her like his little sister.

"Chris!"

Mel was standing right in Christina's face, shouting her name.  "What?"

"I said...can you let me know if you see Toby.  He's supposed to be meeting us here."

Toby.  Here.  Tonight.

"Uh, yeah."  Chris smoothed down her skirt again and reached to fix her shirt.  She'd left an extra button open to display her cleavage, but she wondered if now it was too revealing.

"Leave it."  Simone slapped away Chris' hand.  "You want him to notice you, don't you?"  Simone was the only one that knew of Chris' major crush on Toby.  Sometimes drinking loosened lips, ya know?

"But, not for these."  Chris motioned to her breasts just as someone walked up next to her.

"Those are quiet nice I think."  Toby chuckled.

Chris blushed fiercely.  Holy crap he had the worst timing.  "Oh shut up."  Chris smacked his arm, trying to play off her embarrassment.

Toby leaned over to kiss Chris on the cheek, a greeting he always gave her, but she had turned her face at the last minute and his lips landed on hers.  She froze.  A zing of electricity ran through her.  He didn't move immediately and Chris held her breath.  Straightening, Toby cracked his usual sexy grin.  "Didn't expect that."

Chris wondered what he meant...her turning or the electric charge.  Or, maybe she was the only one that felt the latter.  Eyes wide, Chris couldn't say a word as Toby turned and said hello to Mel, Alex and Simone, then introduced the guys that came with him.  Chris didn't hear a word.  Something so small had struck her completely dumb.

It was too overwhelming for her, so Christina grabbed her purse off the stool and headed to the door.  She'd made it all the way to her car when a strong hand grabbed her elbow.  Toby whipped her around and firmly pushed her against the car.  He leaned down and hovered his mouth over hers.  His minty breath washed over her face as he panted.  He must have run to catch up to her.

"Can I get another shot?"

Another. Shot.  Wow.

Christina sucked in a breath and nodded.  Toby's mouth slowly inched closer and Chris opened her own slightly.  His soft, warm lips tickled hers at first. There was that shock again...electricity that coursed through her body.  From her mouth to every part of her body.  "Do you feel that?"  Toby whispered against her mouth.  Again, Christina could only nod.

He didn't ask permission again.  This time his kiss was intense.  His tongue slipped into her mouth and Christina groaned.  He wrapped his strong arms around her and pulled her tight to him.  She could feel his erection against her belly and her underwear was instantly wet.  She'd wanted him for so long that this moment was surreal.  But, he was here, his tongue was probing her mouth, causing her whole body to go boneless. Only his strong arms held her up, her legs useless now.

"Do you want to continue this somewhere else a bit more private."

Christina finally found her voice.  "Yes.  Please."

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Wet Wednesday

Channing Tatum

Bri brushed back her hair with a muddy hand.  She'd been slaving in her garden all morning, sweltering in the midsummer heat.  Rocking back on her heels, Bri took in the scenery.  Her garden looked beautiful and other than the birds, the neighborhood was quiet.  She loved having a weekday off; no one else was around and she could truly enjoy her beautiful property.

Kicking off her shoes as she went in the house, Bri shed her clothes and made her way to the bathroom.  She grabbed her bikini off the hook on the back of the door and tugged it on.  Her sweaty body made the material difficult, but she knew once she hit the water, she'd feel better.

She took a moment to glance in the mirror.  A huge smile spread across her face.  It had taken over a year, but she finally had a body to proudly display in the bikini she wore.  It had been one of her goals...and rewards.  Lose fifty pounds, tone and tighten her 30 year old body and for the first time in her life, wear a bikini.

Making her way to the back of her property, Bri looked around before diving in to the pool of fresh water.  One reason she had bought the house was the small body of fresh water at the edge of the property.  No one fished here, no one could see her.

Rolling over on to her back and floating, Bri closed her eyes and let the sun warm her body.  The small pool was chilly, being constantly sourced by a stream from the mountains nearby.  Bri thought about all the times she and Damon had swum together in the lake behind his summer house, as kids.  Damon had been her best friend since they were toddlers.  She smiled as she thought of the good times they had; the trouble they got in to.  Her smile slipped when her memories wandered into high school and beyond.

Damon had gone off in to the Navy right after school.  He'd written to her often, but as time went by, their lives took different paths.  She started a catering business, and he'd become a decorated Navy SEAL.  Last she'd heard from him was about two months ago, when he was about to go on some secret mission.  Bri felt the tears trickle down the sides of her face.  She'd loved Damon since childhood, but deep down, she knew it was one-sided.   His love was the SEALs.

Turning her body, she dove under the water and started swimming laps across the width of the pool.  It was one thing she'd struggled with when she was overweight.  Now, she felt free as a bird, or in this case, a fish. Bri kept going until her body was exhausted and her mind was clear.  Pulling herself up on to the side of the pool, she laid in the grass and closed her eyes against the sun.  A dark shadow crossed over her and she sat up.

"Well aren't you looking hot...and wet."  His deep voice reverberated through her.  Goosebumps covered her body and her nipples hardened.

Damon.

"Uh, hey.  What are you doing here?"  Bri scrambled for her towel.

"I'm here for you."  Damon stood before her, as gorgeous as ever.  Big and bulky, dark short hair, dark eyes, black tattoos sneaking out under the sleeves of his t-shirt.  Tan cargo pants hugged his thick legs and his trademark black boots finished off the ensemble.  She couldn't help but giggle.

"Isn't it hot for boots?"

"You know me, babe. Either barefoot or boots.  Only two ways to go."  Damon took a couple steps towards her.

Bri began to back away, frantically tucking the ends of the towel under her arms.

"So, how long are you home for?"  Bri started to walk back to the house.  She needed to dry off and get into clothing.  Being so close to Damon after not seeing him for so long was doing funny things to her body; things that would be quite evident in her tiny bikini.

"For good."

Bri stopped in her tracks and turned to face him.  "What?"

"Yep.  Staying state-side and going into teaching here at the base."

"But..."

"I want to settle down Bri.  I don't want to be away from home anymore.  Away from you."  Damon had stepped closer to her and his rough hand traced the side of her face.  An intense look in his brown eyes that she'd only seen when he was dead-serious, now gazed into her own eyes.

Bri gulped.

Damn.

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Teaser Tuesday

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Excerpt for Teaser Tuesday

Would she ever find someone who thrilled her with a simple touch and wanted to be with her forever?

“Hi,” Lacey said quietly as she sat down.

“Everything okay?”  Shawn looked at her, his azure eyes searched her face.

“Yes.  I think I am ready to go home though.  It’s been a long day for me and I’m tired.”

Shawn simply nodded and waved to the waiter who promptly brought over the check.  Shawn paid in cash and tipped the waiter generously before escorting Lacey out to the valet station.  He didn’t say much, but glanced down at her from time to time. The drive home was just as quiet and Lacey sunk down in the seat feeling lost and empty.

“Did you enjoy dinner?” Shawn glanced over as he broke the silence.

“Yes. Very much. Thank you.”

“Then, may I ask what is troubling you?”  Shawn pulled in to her driveway and put the car in park.  He turned off the engine and Lacey felt her nerves bundle up. 

Lacey sighed.  She may as well get it over with.  “I’m not in to one-night stands Shawn.”

“Me either.”

Lacey’s head snapped up to look at him.  Was he telling the truth?  Of course he was.  He was into weekend flings she remembered.

“I don’t do casual very well either,” she admitted shifting her eyes to her hands folded in her lap.

“I understand.”  Shawn’s voice was gentle as he reached over and put his finger under her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.  “I just want to get to know you Lacey.  For over a year, we’ve kept passing one another and other than an occasional ‘hello’ we’ve never even talked to one another.  I’d like to take you out and learn more about you and what makes you happy.”

Lacey stared in to his eyes.  They shone softly as he spoke to her.

“I’d like that too.”  Lacey admitted.

“May I walk you to your door?” 

“Okay.”

Lacey walked slowly, enjoying how Shawn’s hand rested on her lower back again.  She fumbled and pulled her keys out.  She knew she was stalling for time, since the goodnight kiss was always awkward.

Shawn placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her towards him.  Lacey’s heart began to race, her body quivering at his slight touch on her skin.  He leaned down and placed a whisper of a kiss on her forehead.  Lacey looked up at him, and saw tenderness in his face.  Shawn took a step back and instantly Lacey missed his warmth.  Feeling bold, Lacey took a step forward, closing the distance between them once again and stood on her tiptoes, placing a light kiss on his lips.  His lips were warm and soft.  She had only meant to give him a quick kiss, but once she felt those lips on hers her body leaned in to his.  Shawn dipped in to Lacey, nibbling on her bottom lip.  A small moan rose up in her chest and she parted her lips for him.

Shawn brought one strong arm down from her shoulder, along her back, pulling her body in tight to his while bringing the other hand up to the back of her neck.  Shawn’s fingers reached up and pulled the clip that held up her chignon, causing her curls to tumble down her back.  Lacey brought her arms up to grab on to his shoulders, nails digging into the muscles.  Shawn groaned and Lacey felt his arousal grind into her belly.

“Not here,” Shawn rasped.

“Okay.”

Lacey fumbled with the keys all the while Shawn nibbled on her neck and shoulders from behind her.  He brought his large hands around her waist.  His hot breath was causing her to completely unravel.  She had to have him.  Now.  She’d never felt this reckless, this worked up, this intense and she didn’t want it to stop.

The door burst open and crashed in to the wall.  Without taking his hands from her waist, Shawn leaned over and kicked it shut with his foot.  His lips crushed hers as Lacey met his every move with as much passion.  Max barked and came running towards them but Lacey merely shooed him away with one hand and he loped away.  In frenzied movements, Lacey yanked off Shawn’s blazer as he undid the knot on her wrap dress.  Their tongues dueled with one another, thrusting and parrying back and forth. Lacey jerked his shirt out of his trousers as Shawn finally got the dress opened.  His hands moved to her breasts, tweaking and pinching her nipples through her satin bra.  The pleasure-pain streaked shocks through her body. 

Lacey undid the buttons on his shirt and moved her hands across his broad chest, feeling every muscle undulate under her touch.  Swiftly, she undid the button on his pants, pulling the zipper down and reaching her hands inside to grab his smooth hips.  Her hands traveled around the back, hands slipping inside of his boxers until she was clutching his smooth and taught ass.  Shawn let out a deep groan that rumbled in his chest. 

Breathless, Shawn slowly pulled his head back and looked at Lacey.  He slowed their pace by pressing gentle kisses to her forehead, her cheek, her jaw until he reached her neck and inhaled her perfume.

Sensing the change of pace, Lacey looked up at Shawn, studying his face.  She didn’t know what to make of his reaction, but she did know he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.  His arousal pressed in to her belly and she felt the tip sticking out of the front of his boxers, a bead of moisture touching her bare belly.

“I want you so much,” Shawn whispered into Lacey’s hair.  “Do you want me?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I want you, Shawn.”

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~J~

Manly Monday

"Oh Damn." Elise slammed her hands on the steering wheel.  She watched the billows of steam seep out under the hood.  "That's not good." She grabbed her cell phone.  No signal.  "Of course."

Elise got out of the rented Camaro and headed to the trunk.  Grabbing her bags, she wrapped her hot pink scarf on the handle and click the key fob, setting the locks.  She looked around at tree and mountains surrounding her.  Fine place to break down, she thought to herself as she began walking back to the service station she passed.

The late-day sun was scorching Elise's head as she walked along the side of the road.  Her favorite Jimmy Choo shoes were pinching her toes as she wobbled along.  The sound of a truck coming around the bend brought hope to her.  Waving frantically, Elise tried to catch the eye of the driver of the pick-up.  But, they passed her anyway.

The sky darkened and a bolt of lightning cracked through the sky.  Then, out of nowhere the sky opened up and rain poured on her.  Her tears mixed with the rain dripping on her cheeks.  A few minutes later, a truck came up behind her and slowed to her pace, keeping beside her.

"You need a lift?"

What a dumb question.  "No, I like walking in $500 shoes in thunderstorms."  Elise kept stumbling along the muddy trail alongside the road.  It was the same truck that had passed her just a few minutes ago.

"Oh, okay.  Good luck then."  The pick-up picked up speed and turned the bend ahead.

"No freaking way.  Asshole."  Elise cursed out the driver, then started to curse herself for being snide.

As she made her way around the bend, flashing red lights caught her eye.  The guy in the pick-up had pulled over.

"Now do you need a lift?"  He grinned at her as she stepped next to the driver's side window.

"Yes. Please."

"Hop in."

Elise didn't balk at getting a stranger's truck, not did she worry that her soaked clothes dripped all over his leather interior.   Despite the heat outside, she was chilled and soaked to the bone.  Her only thoughts were dry clothes and to sleep away the remainder of the day.

"I'll take you to the service station.   It's about ten miles ahead."  She glanced over and noticed how the driver looked like a hot cowboy in a calendar she once had.  She blushed.  It was one hell of a calendar.  This guy could easily be Mr. June.

"Uh, thanks."  Elise gave herself a shake.  "My name's Elise.   I appreciate you stopping.  Especially, after, well..."

"Name's Trevor.  Hey, I get it.  You were probably pissed and not in the mood for obvious questions.  Just had to ask cause that's the way I was raised.  Can't pull up behind a beautiful lady and tell her to 'get in', ya know?"

Elise nodded.  Her eyes shifted down broad shoulders donned in a denim shirt grazing over large thighs and then back up to tree-trunk arms.  The man was huge.  Probably worked on one of those ranches she had passed.

By time they reached the service station, it was almost six.  Trevor pulled up to the front door and pointed.  "Seems they're closed already.  I can call Buck and see if he'll come out, but chances are you're going to be stuck until morning here."

"Is there a hotel here?  A bed and breakfast?  Anything with a hot shower and warm bed?"

Trevor opened his mouth, shook his head and then closed his mouth again.  He pulled away from the service station and drove a few blocks to a large Victorian house.  "May has nice rooms and will charge you a decent rate."

"Okay, thank you."  Elise grabbed her bag and opened the door.  She turned and looked at Trevor.  Her heart raced a little bit at the way his eyes blue sparkled and his tan face softened as he grinned.  "Thanks again for the ride and the help."  He tipped his hat and turned to look out the windshield.

Elise got herself set up in a large room in May Milton's Bed and Breakfast.  May was a nice older woman who had a big heart and a generous smile.  She served Elise a hot dinner and then scooted her off to the living room to rest by the fire.  May had mentioned the nights were cold and Elise grabbed her Kindle and sat in a overstuffed chair.

"Whatcha reading?"  A voice in the shadows startled Elise.

"Who's there?"

"It's me, Trevor."  He leaned forward on the couch, and she could see the bright smile on his face.

"Why'd you scare me like that?"  Elise snapped.

"Are you always this nice?"

"Dammit, Trevor, you nearly gave me a heart attack."  Elise tried to compose herself.

"So, whatcha reading?"  He repeated.

"A novel."  Elise felt her cheeks heat up.  He didn't need to know it was an erotic romance novel.

"Must be pretty good.  Your face is all red."  Trevor wiggled his eyebrows at her.  Crossing the room, he sat on the coffee table in front of her.  "Want to read some to me.  I could use a good bedtime story."

Her face heated eve more.  He smelled delicious.  Everything male mixed with the fresh outdoors.  She wondered if he went to bed alone.  Bed.  Not a place she should be thinking of right now with this handsome stranger in front of her.

"Um, no.  I'd rather get to bed."  Dammit.  There's that word again.

"Let me walk you up."

"Uh, are you a guest here?"

"I live here."

"Oh."  Now why didn't he mention that before?  She'd have stayed somewhere else.  Anywhere else.

Elise simply nodded and made her way to the stairs.  He followed behind her and she couldn't help but wonder if he liked the view.  She giggled then threw a hand over her mouth.

"Nice view."  Had he read her mind?  What the hell?

"Well, this is me."  She stopped outside her bedroom door and unlocked it.   Without looking back, she entered her room.  As she went to close the door, a booted foot stopped her.

"I'm right next door, if you need anything."  Trevor said, smiling wide.  He moved his foot and then disappeared into the dark hallway.

Elise let out a sigh as she closed the door and flipped the lock.  Wow.  He was intense.

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Elise woke in the middle of the night, sweat covering her body.  She'd been having a dream.  A dream about Trevor using those strong hands to manipulate her body into a number of positions as he pounded his cock into her.  She jumped out of bed and headed into the hallway, for the bathroom.

There he was.  Trevor.  Coming out of the bathroom in only pajama pants.

Holy Hell.

"Couldn't sleep?"  He said as he stepped closer.

"Dream woke me up."

"Care to talk about it?"  He was now in her  personal space.  So very close, but yet not touching.

"No.  No, thank you."  She blushed, again.  What about this man set her body on fire, she didn't know exactly.

"Were you dreaming of me?"

"Psshhh.... no.  No."  Elise tucked her head down and tried to make her way to the bathroom.

"Shame.  I was dreaming of you."

Elise stopped and looked up at him.  His smile was gone.  And intense look on his face made tingles travel to all her girly parts.  She licked her lips.  He was gorgeous, why would he be dreaming of her?

"Night."  Trevor turned away and went to his door.  He called back, "You know where to find me if you need me."

Elise stood in the hall for a few minutes.  She tossed around the thought of just going back to bed.  But, something made her turn and walk to his door.

Knock. Knock.

"It's open."

Elise opened the door and there he was.  Lying across his bead, buck naked.  Elise swallowed.
"Want to tell me about your dream?"

Trevor grinned.  "Come here. I'd rather show you."

Holy hell...

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Mad Monday

"Will you tell me your greatest fantasy?"  Eric was tracing his fingertips along the tattoo on Becky's side.  He loved the swirls of it and how it made a path from her breast to her hip.

Becky shut her eyes and blushed.  "Why?"

"If it's something I can do for you, I want to."  Eric leaned over and kissed along her neck.  His tongue swirled over her skin, tasting the sweetness mixed with saltiness from their intense lovemaking.  He couldn't get enough of her.  No matter how much she pleased him, he always wanted more.  Wanting her to feel the same way, he was willing to bring her fantasies to life.

"You're going to think it's madness.  But here goes.  Remember when we watched that adult movie?  I forget the name of it, but the woman was being made love to by two men?"  Becky stared up at the ceiling, her usually pale skin flushed.  She didn't look at him as she waited for his reply.

"Yes, I remember it very well."  Eric whispered in her ear.  His hands continued to caress her body, moving from her side to her breasts down to her stomach.  "You were insatiable that night."  He plucked her nipple, reminding her of how rough she'd begged for him to be with her that night.

"It drove me crazy.  Seeing the one guy eating the girl's pussy while the other stood by and shoved his cock in her mouth.  I guess it was because I'd never watched porn before, but still, something about it...well, it made me ache.  I wanted that with you, that night, but of course, you're only one person."  Becky grinned at him as his hand slid down to her aching pussy.

"Would you like that?"  He didn't stop his hand, instead he continued down and thrust two fingers inside of her. She bucked on the bed as he began to finger her.  He pulled his fingers out slowly, then thrust them in again.  "Tell me."

Becky's face burned bright red, and her eyes rolled back in her head.  She couldn't think.  She probably would've censored her words, but with Eric slipping in and out of her like that, she let the words tumble out.

"Yes.  I want that."

Eric pulled his hand away from her pussy and she whimpered.  He knelt between her legs, hooking his forearms behind her knees and lifted her ass off of the bed.  Hard as a rock, Eric slipped the head of his penis into her.  "I have a friend."  He slipped in another inch.  "Who I trust."  Another inch.  "That would love to help us out with your fantasy."  Eric slipped out a bit and then thrust back in hard.  Becky screamed out as the angle was perfect to hit her g-spot.

Becky couldn't talk as Eric slammed into her abused pussy.  They'd been going at it all night and still she wanted more.  He went hard and fast, then slow and gentle.  "I will call him tomorrow and set it up."  As Eric slammed in to her again, Becky imagined him pounding at her while she sucked his friend's cock and within seconds, her orgasm ripped through her.  Eric's own explosion came only a few strokes later.

Collapsing on the bed, Eric brought his arms around Becky and snuggled her to his chest.

"Tomorrow..."  Eric kissed the tip of her nose and drifted off to sleep.

Becky beamed.  It was complete madness, yet, she couldn't wait for  tomorrow...

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More to come soon!  I will be publishing an anthology in February where all of my teasers will be expanded upon and wrapped up nicely. Becky and Eric (and friend) will be there as well.  ;)  

Hope you enjoyed this #MadMonday tease.  If so, please feel free to comment, share, "Like", tweet and so on!

XOXO

~J~

Slippery Sunday

Slippery Situation

Don't know model's name, but image came from:

http://www.indieromancebooks.com/blog/category/romance-authors/caris-roane/

"Housekeeping," Yvonne knocked before sliding the card through the slot.

Pushing her cleaning cart inside, Yvonne assessed the room.  There were personal items everywhere.  A laptop on the coffee table, a camera next to it, take-out containers from Muscle Maker on the counter nearby.  Her supervisor had sent her up because the guest had checked out.  If that was the case, she or he left everything behind.

"Housekeeping!"  Yvonne called out.

Silence.

Yvonne decided to take care of the linens and towels and make the bed, but leave the rest for later.  If she went back without touching anything, Ronnie, her supervisor would fire her.  Ronnie was waiting for an excuse to get rid of her.  Yvonne frowned. She needed this job far too much to let a jealous college drop-out ruin everything for her.  It wasn't Yvonne's fault she worked two jobs just to continue going to school; she was determined to get her BS in Criminal Justice and no one was getting in the way of that.  Not even Ronnie.

Yvonne listened carefully as she made her way to the bedroom.  The door was wide open and everything was silent.  She found clothes strewn about the room, so she tidied up a bit.  She switched the linens and made the bed, dusted the tables and cleaned the mirror.  Her eye caught movement behind her as she made a final swipe over the mirror and she stopped, holding her breath.

She hadn't thought the guest might be in the en suite.  Gulping, she tip-toed over to the bathroom door, bringing a stack of towels, holding them against her body as a shield.  "Housekeeping," she said once more.  Again, no answer.  The only sound was rushing water.

Now, Yvonne started to feel beyond nervous...scared, in fact.  She was about to turn and place the towels on the bed before leaving until she heard a deep male laugh come from inside the bathroom.  The door was slightly ajar.  Peeking through the opening, she saw a large tanned, muscled body step in to the tub.  Steam swirled around her as she gaped at the tight ass and thick legs that sunk in to the water.  Licking her lips, Yvonne clenched the towels tighter to her breasts, that were now throbbing, as her eyes traveled over wide shoulders, an arm covered in tattoos and up to short dark hair.

Yvonne wanted to run.  And at the same time she wanted to stay.  This could get her fired for sure, she knew, but her mind had yet to get her feet to move.  The man slid around in the tub, and now his profile was in view.  He must've been talking on the phone when she heard him laugh before, because she saw him set it down on the cabinet by the sink.

Oh good lord, Yvonne thought to herself.  There is a gorgeous man in the tub.  A naked, slippery, hot hunk with tantalizing muscles only a few steps away.  She felt the strongest urge to strip right then and there and sink in beside him.  He tilted his head back and Yvonne took in his profile.  Strong jawline, straight nose, tanned skin and just the slightest dark, sexy stubble covering his face.  Yvonne pressed her legs together. She wanted to feel that stubble scraping along her thighs, her ass...everywhere.

The Adonis before her shifted and stood briefly, grabbing a washcloth off the cabinet.  Yvonne gasped.  She couldn't help it.  The front of him was as beautiful as the backside.  Perfect cock, smooth skin, no tan lines.  Everything on the man was sleek and solid... and wet.  Her body tensed and her pussy clenched.  She couldn't take it anymore.  She had to leave.  She slipped back a step, trying to remain undetected.

"Care to join me?"

Yvonne dropped the towels.

Shit.

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More to come soon!  I will be publishing an anthology in February where all of my teasers will be expanded upon and wrapped up nicely. Mr. Slippery will be there as well.  ;)  

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XOXO

~J~

Sassy Saturday

"Let's go in here."  Monica pulled Troy's hand and led him in to a club.

The club was dark and lit with little more than neon lights on the walls.  Music thumping, Monica couldn't hear Troy speaking to her.  He pulled her hand and caused her to fall back against his chest.

"Mon, this is a strip club."

"I know."  Monica winked at him and again started walking to the back of the club.  She sat at a booth in the far corner.  Troy sat next to her and glared at her.

"Why are we here?"

"You'll see."

The topless waitress bounced her way over and leaning her DD's in Troy's face, she asked for their drink order.  Troy licked his lips and Monica couldn't help but giggle.  She reached under the table and stroked his hardening cock through his jeans.  "You like?"  Monica whispered in his ear, then nipped the lobe.

"Uh..."  Troy's face was red, she could tell even in the dark.  Monica knew this birthday surprise would supersede what she had done for him last year, hiring a stripper to come to the house.  They'd talked a lot that night and she'd concocted a scenario that was a full year in the making.  She couldn't wait to see it play out tonight.  Monica ordered two Mojitos.

When the waitress returned with their drinks, Monica downed hers quickly.  Her panties were already wet just thinking about what was coming next and in a few minutes, everything was about to begin.  Troy looked at her glass, then at her face and he smiled.  He knew she was up to something now.

"Hello.  How are you folks doing tonight?"  Monica smiled at the pretty brunette that had stopped at their table.  She had on a silver skirt that barely covered her black lace-covered pussy.  Her stocking were held in place with a black garter belt and she wore silver fuck-me heels.  A black and silver slip of material crossed her enormous, perky breasts like a tiny tube top. Monica tipped her head towards Troy and once again, a look of bewilderment came over his face.

"Come with me please, sir."  Troy took her hand and followed her to the rooms in the back.   Monica went with them.

"I'm Lana.  Monica wanted to wish you a very special birthday tonight."

"Troy, first, happy birthday, my love.  Second, I've hired Lana for a special, private lap dance.  You cannot touch her.  She can touch you, however.  And, you and I can touch each other.  Also, Lana is allowed to touch me.   We are going to start off with a little fantasy I came up with and then give you one wish."

Troy's face was one giant smile.  He licked his lips and wiggled in the seat that Lana had led him to.  It wasn't very comfortable, but it would allow both women easy access to him.  He adjusted his rock hard erection and took a deep breath.  He watched Lana turn on the music and she began to strip off her top, very slowly.  Her large breasts were perky and round.  Lana leaned towards Troy ever so slightly, her breasts in front of his mouth and she tugged on her nipples.

While Troy was entranced with Lana, Monica got on her knees between his legs and nudged his legs wide.  He didn't take his eyes off of Lana, until Monica pulled down the zipper of his pants.  His cock sprung out, his boxers unable to hold it back.  Monica pulled his boxers down around his shaft, through the slit in the front and licked his dripping head.  Troy jerked his hips.

Lana ran her hands over Monica's head, then pushed her head down as she straddled her head.  Troy's eyes popped open wide.  He could lick Lana's breast if he stuck his tongue out.  In her heels, she was tall enough to be over  Monica as she sucked and licked Troy's cock.  He wasn't going to last long and he tapped Monica on the cheek twice, his silent code for her to stop.  Instead she licked and sucked harder, taking him deep in her throat.  He blew seconds later, his whole body bucking, forcing his cock deep in her throat.

Monica grinned and then twisted her body, so she sat on the floor between Troy's legs, and tilted her head back, resting it in his lap.  Monica stuck her tongue out and Lana squatted over her face.  Her legs were rubbing against Troy's as her pussy came in to contact with Monica's tongue.  Lana proceeded to dance and grind against Monica mouth as she straddled them both.  To anyone glancing in, it would almost look as if Lana was merely dancing on Troy's lap...until they saw the legs splayed out beneath her.

Monica didn't touch Lana, but kept to the rules and allowed Lana to do all the work.  Lana moaned and swirled her hips against Monica's mouth while she caressed and squeezed her own breasts.  Troy was rock-hard again already, his shaft throbbing against the top of Monica's head.  Lana's orgasm shook her whole body and she braced herself against Troy's shoulders.

Monica licked her lips and smiled at Lana.  As Lana stepped back from Troy's lap, Monica turned around and once again on her knees, stretched her body up to kiss Troy hard.  She wanted him to taste Lana on her lips and tongue.  He leaned down and met her half-way, his soft lips caressing hers, his tongue plundering her mouth, swirling around and tasting her thoroughly.

He pulled his head back, cupped her face and stared into her eyes.  "You are so fucking hot, Mon," Troy rasped out.

"You are so getting fucked hard and fast all night long, love," Monica replied.  "Now, birthday boy, what is your wish?"

Troy grinned.  This was already the best birthday ever and it was only going to get better.

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More to come soon!  I will be publishing an anthology in February where all of my teasers will be expanded upon and wrapped up nicely. Troy and Monica will be there as well.  ;)  

Hope you enjoyed this #SassySaturday tease.  If so, please feel free to comment, share, "Like", tweet and so on!

XOXO

~J~