It's Been Awhile

My lovely friends,

It has been close to 2 years since I've posted on this blog.  A lot has happened in my personal and professional life.

However, I do want you to know I have forgotten you.

I've missed you.

I've missed writing for you.

I hope you'll forgive me.

I hope I can reclaim your time and attention.

It's time to come out of hiding and share with you, once again.

The fire is burning.
The lights are out.
The music is low.
And, the air is electric.

Coming soon....

teasers
novellas
short stories

all intended to tantalize and surprise you...

I can't wait.

See you soon lovely.

MUAH

;-)

Jayn

Teaser Tuesday

Andy sat me in a dining room chair and smiled.  "I have a surprise for you."  I couldn't help but look around the room.  He knew how I hated surprises.  Yet, I knew how much he loved to do special things for me. Andy found ways to tease and please me all the time.  I merely had to have enough patience to let him do what he planned.

"Now, I know how you are about surprises.  So, I have this."  Andy held up a long black sash...a blindfold.  "Keep your hands in your lap for now."  Andy tied the blindfold snugly at the back of my head.  I took deep breaths, waiting for what would come next.

"If you are a good girl and keep your hands to yourself, then I won't tie them.  But..." Andy let his words drop away, as I felt the silk drift across my hands.  I knew what that meant.  Last time I couldn't keep my hands to myself, he tied them securely behind my back.  Memories from that night flooded my mind and I felt myself warm from my chest to my cheeks.

I heard Andy walking around, sounds of plastic bags rustling in the kitchen.  Though I couldn't see him, I easily sensed when he stood before me.  Warm fingertips touched along my collarbone, and I jumped at the sudden contact.  Deftly, Andy unbuttoned my blouse and opened it wide. Trailing his fingers over the swell of my breasts, Andy teased my hot skin.  He gently caressed and played with my nipples through the satin material of my bra.  With one flick, he undid the front clasp on my breasts, allowing them to slip from the confining material.

I took a deep breath.  My hands twitched in my lap.  I wanted to taste and touch him so badly that I almost couldn't control myself.  Andy must have noticed, because he took my hands and brought them to my sides, letting them hang down alongside the chair.  "Behave, love."  I nodded.

Something cool and wet trickled from my collarbone down to my breasts.   I could feel rivulets of the mystery liquid travel across my breasts, down over my nipples and tickle along my stomach to my navel.  I squirmed at the sensation.  Andy tugged on my skirt, unzippering it and then his warm hands pried the material open, exposing my satin panties.

Another item, cold and hard traced the path of the liquid.  I could smell it was sweet...possibly a strawberry.  Andy trailed it across both breasts, then over each nipple, finally trailing down to my navel.  "Open."  The hard item was suddenly at my mouth.  Yes, it was a strawberry...covered in champagne.  That must've been the liquid.  I nibbled at the strawberry until Andy replaced it with his lips.  His kiss was sweet, the effect of the champagne and strawberry amazing.

"There's so much more to come, love."

I smiled.  I couldn't wait.

Thirsty Thursday

“I’m really sorry about that.”  Rich grinned.  Yvonne wondered about his sincerity.  “You truly are beautiful.”  He pushed her uniform open with the towel.  Her body longed for his touch; to feel his fingertips on her heated skin.  She found herself leaning toward him as he continued to touch her with the towel.  Rich pushed the towel up near one shoulder, then the next, effectively moving her uniform off her shoulders.  Yvonne’s mouth had gone dry.  She couldn’t tell him to stop.  She didn’t want to.

Rich continued to wipe at her as her uniform slipped away, revealing her body to him.  His eyes raked over her and for a split second she attempted to cover herself.  Rich shook his head and she let her arms drop.  He dropped the towel to the floor and let his hands roam her shoulders.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Yvonne shook her head.  It had been a very long time since a man had appreciated her body.  She didn’t know Rich, but he was handsome and his hands felt wonderful.

“I asked for you, you know.” 

Yvonne’s head snapped up.

“I saw you the other day when I checked in.”  Rich traced the swell of her breasts and the edges of her lace bra.  “I tried to put you out of my mind.  But, you haunted my sleep.  I had the most delectable dreams of you.  Here.  Naked.  Under me.  Over me.  I called down this morning and demanded that your supervisor send you up.  You know, she balked at first.  But, a generous tip changed her mind.”

Yvonne’s eyes grew wide.  He had set this up?  Intentionally brought her to his room.

“I have a proposition for you.”  Now Rich’s hands traced her stomach, circling her navel then down to the edge of her panties and back up to her navel.  Yvonne squirmed, the feeling he created made her body hum with electricity.

“Okay…”

“Spend one night with me.  Let me show you how much I can please you.  Then, if you want to go our separate ways, we will.  But, if you like how I make you feel, I want you to come work for me.”

Work for him?  What the hell did that mean?

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To be continued...

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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Slippery Sunday

The water was running in the shower when Melissa came into the bedroom.  She hadn't seen Josh for two weeks and she was horny as hell.  Tossing her clothes as she made her way to the en suite, her plan was simple.  Seduce and fuck her man until neither of them could walk.

Quietly slipping in to bathroom, she saw Josh through the shower curtain.  His outline was as beautiful as ever and her hands itched to touch him.  He was humming a Maroon5 song and Melissa covered her mouth with both hands to stifle her giggle.  She adored the man, but he couldn't carry a tune to save his life.

She watched as the outline of his arms moved from his head and traveled down.  Taking a few steps, she could see the outline of his hands now.  He was soaping his chest and those perfect abs she loved.  His hands went further south and Melissa watched as his outline changed.  His cock was at half-mast now and she couldn't wait any longer to touch and taste him.

"Naughty boy," Melissa said.

"Come here and punish me,"  Josh replied.

"My pleasure."  Melissa pulled back the curtain and stepped in the shower.

"Were you watching me for long?"  Josh kissed the tip of her nose.

"Not long enough," Melissa began to run her hands over his body, spreading the bubbles that remained.  She glanced down, while keeping her hands on his chest.

"I missed you," Josh pulled her close, his hard cock slipping against her stomach.

Melissa giggled.  "Be careful with that thing.  You could poke my eye out."  She loved their playful banter.

"You know that is not what I want to poke."  Josh lifted her leg up and hooked it around his waist.  Slipping his fingers into her core, she knew he'd find her slick and ready.

"This is gonna be fast.  I can't hold back right now."

"Don't you dare hold back."  Melissa put her hand over his cock and stroked a couple times, watching his face scrunch as he tried to maintain control.

"Lissa."  Josh groaned.

"Come on in big boy.  I've missed you so fucking much."  She guided the head of his throbbing cock to her dripping sex and inserted just the tip.

That was all it took...Josh slipped in hard and deep.  Together, they moaned.  He stilled and they looked into each other's eyes.

"Don't go away for so long.again."  Melissa whispered then smacked his ass.  "Now, fuck me like you mean it sailor."

"As you wish."

And he did...

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XOXO
~J~

Thirsty Thursday

"May I sit here?" 

Demi nodded but didn't look over at the man standing next to her.  She'd been in the hotel lounge since midnight.  The few guys that spoke to her quickly left when she ignored them.

She knocked back her drink and held the glass out for the bartender.  "Another Captain and Coke please."

The bartender merely nodded and took her glass.  She watched him as he moved behind the bar.  He was handsome but a little young for her.  The bartender set down her drink, took the twenty she held and gave her the change without making eye contact.  Demi sighed, deciding since she wasn't getting laid tonight, she could just lust after him and then head to her room and her trusty We vibe.  It had never failed her before. Though she'd prefer to use it with a lover, as was her intention when she splurged and ordered it.

"Happy New Year."  That deep voice broke through Demi's fuzzy thoughts.

Looking over, Demi took in the gentleman still sitting next to her.  She glanced at her watch and then back in to his green eyes.  He smiled and her heart did a little flip. "Happy new year to you."  She turned back and sipped on her drink again.

He leaned over to speak with the bartender, and she smelled his cologne. It was faint, but nice.  Very masculine.  She lifted her glass and sipped, surreptitiously studying his profile.  He was quite handsome;  short dark hair, dark stubble along a strong jaw, nice build---not overly muscled, but well proportioned. He  wore a blue pull-over and dark jeans that hugged his ass.  Her heart rate increased, her palms began to sweat and her sex throbbed.

She didn't realize, but while evaluating the stranger, she'd sucked down her entire drink  She suddenly felt dizzy and extremely horny. It always happened like that for her.  Unfortunately, once the booze wore off, she'd be sitting in her hotel room, alone, crying.  Unless...she wasn't alone tonight.

She could feel Mr. Handsome watching her.  Feeling self-conscious, Demi picked at the

pretzels on the bar.  She was waiting for a cheesy pick-up line and her mind drunkenly sorted through the best and worst she'd ever heard.  He still watched her, saying nothing.  Demi stood to leave, unable to handle sitting next to the handsome stranger.  He set his hand over hers.

"Don't go."

"I..."  She what?   She didn't even know what to say.  His warm, large hand over hers sent tingles to all of her girly parts. 

"Stay.  I'd like to chat with you for a bit, if you don't mind."

"But..."  What the hell was wrong with her?  This was not who she was.  She was never at a loss for words.  She certainly didn't get picked up by guys in a bar.

"My name is Dan."

Demi and Dan.  How cute.  Demi giggled as he put out his hand to shake.  "Demi."

"Like the actress?"

"Yep."

She sat back down and found herself engaged in a long conversation about everything under the sun. From movies, music, books...even baseball.  For more than an hour, the two talked and laughed.  He was witty, intelligent and looked at her with intense green eyes.  It was as if he was taking in every single word she said, committing it to memory.  As if nothing or no one else existed. It was exhilarating.

She felt an insane attraction to Dan.  But, and this was a big but, did he feel the same thing?  She decided she needed to get away from him before she did or said something stupid. 

"Well, good night.  Take care."

"Let me walk you out."

"I'm actually a hotel guest, so I'll just head to my room."

"It's late.  Let me walk you to your room." 

Demi slanted her eyes and Dan held his hands up in a defense gesture.  "No funny business, I promise."

She knew she should say no.  Instead, she said, "Okay."

They continued to talk and laugh in the elevator.  As the numbers ticked away however, Demi began to feel nervous.  She really didn't want the awkward 'goodnight kiss' moment.  And yet, as she watched Dan talk and laugh, she couldn't help wondering what it would be like to kiss those lips...to feel them roam her body inch by inch.  She moved her eyes from his lips, trying to break the spell, but it just got worse.  As they roamed his body, her own body covered in goose bumps.   She wrapped her arms around her waist and turned to watch the numbers as the floors slipped past.

Next thing Demi knew, they were at her door.  She slipped the card out of her bra and unlocked her door. 

When she turned to say good night to Dan, her stomach did a little flip.  He was smiling at her.  He kissed her on the forehead and turned, leaving her standing there, mouth gaping.

What the hell?  She slammed the door shut behind her.  "I can't fucking believe that."

Mr. Perfect. Gone.   And, here she was, alone once again. What a way to start the new year.

She stripped off her little black dress and grabbed a robe from the bathroom.  She was too ramped up for bed, but too tired to bother with her black-lace underwear, stocking, garters or shoes.  She simply plopped on the loveseat with the complimentary bottle of champagne and sipped the bubbly liquid.

A knock on the door startled her.  Demi jumped up and went to the door, unaware her robe had slipped open a little.   Looking through the peep hole, she didn't see anyone.  She hooked the security chain, and slowly opened the door.  On the floor was a single red rose with a card.  Demi unhooked the door and opened it wide.  She bent down to pick up the rose and noticed shoes coming out of the room across the hall. 

"Happy new year Demi."

Demi's heart thudded in her chest.  There he was...Dan.  She couldn't stop the large smile that crossed her face. 

"I thought you left."

"Well, I did.  To get you that.  I didn't want to freak you out, but it turns out I am staying in the room across from yours."

Demi sniffed the rose, trying to hide her grin.  She couldn't believe her luck.

"I love your pajamas."  He smiled, but those green eyes pinned her, intense and saying more than words could.

"Um..."  Demi went to close her robe, but Dan's hands stilled hers. 

"Please.  Don't."

Demi let out a nervous laugh and glanced around.  "You'll have to come in then."

Dan grinned and slipped a hand inside her robe, making it fall completely open.   His other hand pushed her door, and he stepped forward gently backing her into the room.

"Can I see everything?"

Demi's heart pounded in her ears, her mouth was dry.  She swirled out of his grasp, placed the rose on the table by the door.  She kicked the door closed with her foot as the robe slipped from her shoulders in to a heap on the floor.

Dan's eyes roamed her body.  Demi suddenly felt nervous, until she saw that look.  A look that says "I am going to devour you."  It had been a very long time since anyone looked at her that way, but there was no mistaking it.  She brought her hands above her head, clasping them together and thrusting her breasts out at the same time. 

She knew he would understand.  And he did.

Dan covered her body with his, pressing her into the wall; his hands roaming, lips kissing, tongue licking.  Demi closed her eyes and tilted her head back, exposing her neck.  The only thought that came to mind as Dan overwhelmed her senses... Heaven.

To be continued...  ;)

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Hope you enjoyed today's teaser.  Demi and Dan's story will be continued in my anthology to be released in time for Valentine's Day.

XOXO

~J~