Showing posts with label tattooed men. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tattooed men. Show all posts

Monday, December 23, 2013

Mad Monday



Roxanne pulled in to the parking lot of the gym and took a spot near the front.  Her radio blared Christina Aguilera's "Fighter" and it fit her mood.  She'd finally had enough of Scott's shit and she was ready to kick ass.  Catching him banging her co-worker on the chaise lounge in the backyard had been the last straw.  It was one thing to hear the rumors, but to see it with her own two eyes was enough to make her want to take a baseball bat to both of their skulls.

Without a word, Roxanne grabbed a bag, shoved all her clothes and other important crap inside and left.  It's not like she had much there anyway.  Grateful that Scott hadn't been able to convince her to move in, it wouldn't be a problem to go back to her apartment.  But, right now, she had to punch or kick something...hard.

In the locker room, Roxanne stripped out of her mini skirt and thigh-high boots, then yanked on a pair of shorts and sneakers.  She sat for a minute and tried to calm herself.  If she went out there and started pounding the bag, she'd break something.  Sitting still was a mistake.  The image of Scott and Lulu fucking, the sounds of grunting and moaning, all crashed over her.  It was too much and her anger escalated.  

"You fucking asshole."  She didn't even warm up, but went straight to the punching bag, her fists flying.  She may be an exotic dancer, but first and foremost she was a fighter.  She'd learned to fight at the age of ten when her older brother pushed her to know self-defense. From there, she'd taken every available class that involved kicking or boxing.  When her step-father next laid a hand on her, he ended up in the hospital with a concussion and a dozen broken bones.  After that, no one messed with eleven-year old Roxy.

"Hey, go easy."  A voice startled her and out of instinct, Roxanne turned and swung.

She made contact with a firm set of abs.  He grunted and she hissed.  Pissed that she let someone sneak up on her, the anger boiling inside of her overflowed.  Her hands hurt, but she couldn't stop.  Scott...sticking his tiny dick in Lulu's disease-ridden...

"Hey!"  The guy with the voice was yelling at her now.  Roxanne stopped punching, and grabbed the bag.  Leaning her forehead against it, she took a few breaths to calm herself.

"You wanna hit the mat?"

"What?"  Roxanne looked at the voice again.  Oh damn.  How had she not noticed him?  He was tall, stacked and had intense dark eyes.  He wore a hoodie that was open in front.  "I asked if you wanted to hit the mat?  You look like you need someone to work with.  That bag's only going to do so much."

She didn't know if it was a good idea.  Roxanne never had a problem sparring with a guy, but she wasn't in the mood to take it easy and if she pushed him too far, they were both going to get hurt.  "No." She turned her back to him.

"Chicken?"

"Are you fuc..." Roxanne twisted her head back and saw his smile.  Hot damn.  What a gorgeous smile.  "Fine."  If he wanted to have a girl kick his ass, so be it.  She'd take out her anger over Scott on this guy.  She wasn't small but people always misjudged her.  She was fast and extremely flexible.  It helped, considering her line of work.

They faced off at the center of the mat, bumped fists then backed away.  Roxanne had to concentrate or this guy would wipe the floor with her.  Never one to back down, she struck first.  She swung her leg around and caught him in the back of the knee and he went down.  She grinned.  He recovered fast and swept his other leg out, knocking Roxanne on her back.  She flipped up quickly and swung a few punches at his sides.  He tucked in, protecting himself until she stepped back.

Noting the surprise on his face, she decided to try her latest move and hopped on her right foot, then brought her left knee up high, catching him in the chin.  The move backfired however, when he grabbed her knee and pulled her into him.  They both toppled to the mat, his body pressed against hers.  Her left knee was tucked up tight against his right shoulder her other leg angled out.  He looked down into her eyes. "Pinned."

She wriggled and struggled, but all she managed to do was push herself against his crotch, causing her body to react to him immediately.  She felt him grind against her and she knew he wasn't wearing a cup.  It wasn't a smart move on his part, but she wasn't about to complain.  "Roxanne."

He took his hand off her knee and grabbed her arms, pinning them over her head, against the floor.  "Matt."

Roxanne laughed and bucked her ass up off the ground, pushing hard against his bulge.  "Wanna go again?"

Scott and Lulu forgotten, now all Roxanne wanted to do was find a way to pin Matt this time around.

"Here? Or my place?"  Matt grinned.

...to be continued...perhaps.  ;-)

~J~

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Wet Wednesday

Okay, I have seen a lot of authors doing themed days and I've wanted to, but never really got into it, so I am going to try again.  I think practicing writing each day is fun and good for a writer's imagination, so here goes nothing.  Be sure to leave your comments below and link to YOUR blog if you have some stories to share...true or fiction.  *wink*


Wet Wednesday




Monique closed the door to her apartment and headed towards the stairs, her mind preoccupied by all the errands she had to do that day.  A groan echoed down the hallway and Monique stopped dead in her tracks.  She recognized that sound.  Usually she heard it coming through her bedroom wall when the guy next door had "company."  Between his groans, creaking wood and the thumps, she always found herself aching to see what was going on next door.  More times than not, she'd end up spread-eagled on her bed, eyes closed, imagining her hunky neighbor watching as she pleased herself.

Realizing she had moved towards his apartment door, Monique brought her hand up to knock, but stopped.  His door was cracked open.  His groans drifted into the hallway again and again.  She squeezed her thighs, trying to calm the storm brewing there.  She could hear water...he was probably in the shower.  She knew that she should just pull the door closed and walk away.  She knew it, but instead, she found herself pushing the door further open.

Her feet had a mind of their own, apparently taking direction from her libido instead of her brain.  She ached to see what he was doing.  Well, she had a good idea, Monique knew her imagination was quite vivid, but to actually see him...that would be amazing.  His hard body covered in soap as he ran his hands down ripped abs, over thick thighs and back up to his perfect erection.  Water rivulets running down his wide shoulders, pushing suds along his sculpted arms and chest.  How badly she wanted to trace every inch of him with her tongue right now.  If she could just slip in, unseen...

She could actually feel herself almost drooling.  She took a quick glance around the batchelor pad as her steps brought her closer to the sound of running water.  The groans had stopped.  Monique stopped dead in her tracks when Hunky yelled, "Fuck!"  Shivers ran through her body and she was instantly dripping between her thighs.  She heard the water turn off and panic set in.  She had made her way across the apartment and now she wondered if she could escape without being caught.  She pivoted on her heels and tiptoed towards the door.

"Hello Monique."

She was caught.

Friday, March 22, 2013

Posts of barely dressed men...

What do you think of posts online of barely dressed, handsome men?  I see them on Facbook, Pinterest, and of course blogs.  Most of Romance authors envision our characters and what I have found is that photos of hot guys not only gets the creative juices flowing but also can serve as inspiration for a great story.

Here are some of those photos, for your enjoyment.  ;)  Let me know what you think, comment below the post.





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