Sunday, 23 November 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors #92

    Hi and welcome to this week's Eight sentences. Today I am sharing from my seasonal anthology 'Christmas Delights' this story is called 'The Naughty Box' enjoy!:                                              

                 MY EIGHT:




“Tinsel!” Jake declared before jumping up from his chair by the flickering gas fire.
“What?” Clare raised her sleepy head up from the sofa to question him, “What are you talking about Jake, l don’t like tinsel, the tree looks better without it.”
“No, not the tree, l thought that we could use it, you know?” Jake continued, he was already slipping on his brown leather jacket.
“Use it?”
“Use it baby, come on think about it, sparkly, Christmas tinsel wrapped around your naked body!”
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Sunday, 16 November 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors #91

    Hi and welcome to this week's Eight sentences. Today I am Continuing with eight from a story I wrote for inclusion in my 'Fevered Kisses anthology. My story is called 'Anytime, Anyplace':                            


                                                              MY EIGHT:


It was Sean's voice, the deep baritone warmth raising every hair on my body, caressing every nerve ending. I ran a splayed hand through my hair and giggled back into the receiver, of course he could come over, and no, I wasn’t going anywhere today.

I picked up the pillow as l talked and breathed him in.

30 minutes later he arrived.

I pulled him through the door by his open shirt neck and he lifted me covering my mouth with his as he kicked the door closed behind him. We made it to the bedroom quickly, his eager arousal stabbing at my thigh as he lowered me to the bed and tossed aside the robe.

His trousers fell untidily around his ankles along with his boxers as l pulled his shirt open to feel his skin, coarser than my own, bristling with short, black hair that now grazed my nipples erecting their own welcome party.
Sean stabbed then entered me, wringing a desperate cry from my open mouth.                                    *********************** 


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Sunday, 9 November 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors #90



    Hi and welcome to this week's Eight sentences. Today I am sharing eight from a  story I wrote for inclusion in my 'Fevered Kisses anthology. My story is called 'Anytime, Anyplace':                            


                                                              MY EIGHT:




I rose and caught sight of myself in the mirror. A bubble babe, that’s what Sean called me. I had no hope of removing the knowing smile from my lips.

Once dry l padded across the floor to the bedroom and pulled my satin robe around me, taking time to smell its smooth fabric, last nights perfume but no scent of Sean.

Only the pillows carried his scent, the deep aroma of whatever aftershave he had chosen to wear. I needed to smell him now. I needed to feel him…

The phone rang and l jumped.

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Friday, 7 November 2014

Tied to You by Bibi Paterson



Tied to You by Bibi Paterson (@BibiPaterson)
Blurb:
Olivia Walker has just hit rock bottom. About to lose her job and become homeless, she can’t see a way out of the mess her life has become until Alex Davenport enters her life with a proposal she is in no position to refuse.
Wealthy and arrogant, Alex is used to getting whatever he wants and he has set his eyes on Olivia. For months he has watched her, waiting for the perfect opportunity to present itself to make her his, and finally it has appeared. But Alex is hiding a secret, one that he is determined to protect until, one day, Olivia makes a discovery that sets her on a course of self-discovery. Together they explore Olivia’s submissive side, pushing boundaries and taking her on the wildest ride of her life.
But when Olivia’s past threatens to expose Alex’s secret lifestyle, the time for truths and full disclosure is at hand. Can Alex let go of the fears that have bound his true nature? And can a couple that fell in lust find their own happily ever after?
Warning: This book is intended for mature audiences as it contains explicit sex scenes and BDSM themes.
Excerpt:

“We’re leaving,” Alex states in a tone that brooks no argument. I merely nod in reply and let him lead me to the cloakroom to fetch my wrap, and then we are sitting in the car, being driven home. The tension between us is thick, yet neither of us has said a word. I glance up at Alex under my eyelashes and see his jaw clenched and an expression that I can’t fathom in his eyes. Every fibre of my being is hyper-aware of Alex’s masculinity, and a dull throb sits between my legs. I squirm in my seat, trying to find a little relief, when suddenly I am aware of Alex’s scrutiny. His eyes bore through me, yet the expression on his face remains a neutral mask. A smirk appears as he runs his eyes over my body and I find my nipples hardening under my dress.
We have no sooner pulled up in front of the house than Alex is pulling me from the car and into the house. The door slams shut behind us and for a moment we both just look at each other, lost in the inevitable. And then Alex speaks. “Turn around, Olivia.” The command is issued in a low, gravelly voice, completely at odds with Alex’s regular teasing tone. The use of my full name startles me, and before I can think further, my body is already obeying. I stand still, my eyes staring up the stairs, as we stand in the frigid hallway, and I wait with bated breath. A few moments pass and all I can hear is our breathing.
Suddenly I am aware of Alex’s arms coming over my shoulders and unhooking the cape at my throat. It slithers to the floor, and for a heartbeat, the world stops spinning on its axis. I shiver as I feel Alex’s warm breath on my neck as, ever so slowly, he pulls down the zip of my gown. “Put your arms out and hold on to the end of the bannister,” he instructs gruffly. I comply without rational thought, quietly awaiting his next command. The single movement has my dress pooling at my feet as I lean forward to grip the smooth wooden post. Large, agile hands skim down my sides until they rest on my hips and I am very much aware that my arse is now in the air, the angle of my body on my heels offering direct access to my damp, aching pussy. The hands follow a leisurely pace down the backs of my thighs and calves, until they reach my ankles. “Lift your foot and then the other,” Alex orders. I comply and he pulls the dress out from around my feet, discarding it in a heap by the front door.
I glance back down at Alex, but immediately he notices. “Eyes forward,” he barks, and I whip my head back around, my heart thumping in my ears. The cold of the hallway has raised goose bumps over my skin and I am shivering ever so slightly. I feel Alex stand behind me, heat radiating from his frame making the cold more tolerable, and then I hear him shedding his own clothes. My body is feeling ultra-sensitive, and the moment his hand snakes around my waist and deft fingers find my clit, I let out a low groan, as the warmth starts to spread across my pelvis. His pelvis pushes into my arse and I can feel the huge length of him grinding between my butt cheeks. Suddenly, Alex’s other hand is grabbing my breast, pulling it from the confines of my strapless bra and, almost painfully, squeezing my nipple. Teeth nip at my ear and neck as he forces my head back, my back arching as I try to maintain my balance.
“I don’t make love,” Alex hisses into my ear. “I fuck, I root, I shag…but I don’t do soft and I don’t do sweet. Do you understand, Olivia?” I nod my head, a thousand conflicting thoughts swirling around my head. “If you want this to stop, you need to say so now…” he trails off and waits for my answer. My brain is telling me that this is all a bit weird, that this is not what I want, but my treacherous body has other ideas and so I keep silent.
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Author Bio:
Bibi is a former marketing executive and mum to a gorgeous little girl currently residing just north of London. She recently spent a year living it up on the beaches of Western Australia and her hobbies include consuming copious amounts of coffee and chocolate, building cardboard castles and creating stories in her head.
Inspired from a young age, her love for literature started with Enid Blyton and her Secret Seven. Since then a voracious appetite for books has brought her a world full of heroes, love, murder, betrayal and the odd vampire thrown in for good cause.
 Having long admired those brave enough to put pen to paper, or in this modern age of computing, keyboard to screen, she has finally started telling the sexy stories that she has been keeping locked up in her head all this time.

Thursday, 6 November 2014

Thursday Taster #10


 

Hi and welcome to Thursday Tasters. I am going to share another section of the story included in an anthology by Yellow Silk Dreams. The book is called 'Enchanted' and my story is 'Patrick's Pendant' Katy is looking for her lost mobile phone when she stumbles upon a pendant which holds mysterious powers:

MY TASTER:

Cautiously Katie closed her eyes.
Oh how her body tingled! Small ripples of pleasure washed over her skin like minute kisses. She felt warm and calm, yet stimulated.
Patrick was smiling, holding her hand, turning it over in his and guiding it up to his soft, full lips. Gently he laid her back into the leaves and she felt soft fluttering kisses, damp in their urgency to cover every part of her face.
Katie felt relaxed, yet somewhere in the back of her mind…but oh he was tracing her neck and she couldn’t, wouldn’t open her eyes to chase him away.
The leaves fluttered around her, she could feel the power of the small, sudden gusts that were playing with the driest of them. The wind hissed a tune, a warm breath stole into her ear and she sighed. Although still clothed, Katie’s body felt exposed, she could feel the soft strokes of Patrick’s eager fingers now caressing her stomach underneath the baggy jumper she was wearing. His face was inches from hers as he looked lovingly down at her. She relaxed into his touch as she felt his fingers dipping beneath her jeans and teasing the inside of her thighs. Katie opened her mouth to object but was silenced by sweet kisses pressing against her lips and growing steadily firmer.
Her heart threatened to burst through her chest as she felt long, invisible fingers teasing her apart and pressure applied to her thighs. It was unbearably exquisite and she wanted so much to melt into this unseen spectre, this apparition of intense sexual pleasure.
The fingers began sliding into her excited response and Katie moaned softly. Suddenly they were inside her, teasing her open…
Breathlessly Katie sat upright, her eyes wide and staring.
What was this? What was she doing?
Her hand was gripping the chain and she dropped it now. The leaves stopped dancing and the wind grew calm. Katie stared hard at the little pendant. She contemplated leaving it there on the ground where she had found it. Decisively she picked it up again and tucked it into her jeans pocket. She was here to look for her phone, not fantasize about strange blonde men wearing chains.
Katie instinctively smoothed down her clothing when she stood, though there had been no disturbance that she could see. This had to be a crazy hangover surely?
Yes, of course it must be!
It was just a hangover coupled with her need to feel desired again after last night’s blow to her confidence. She really shouldn’t drink so much, she always felt lightheaded the following day. She needed to find her phone quickly and then get the hell out of there to catch up on her sleep back home.
Katie walked deeper through the thickest part of the spinney until she came to the small playground. There was a woman with two young boys playing on the old swings. They looked up when they saw her and the woman smiled. The boys looked roughly the same age, around six years old. They were obviously enjoying the excitement of the swings and the woman was alternating between them. As Katie drew closer she noticed their sandy hair and broad smiles.
A quick exchange revealed that neither the woman nor her children had seen the lost mobile so Katie continued to scan the ground, kicking away stray leaves hoping to come across it. As she walked to the other side of the small play park, a sudden glint of silver caught the corner of her eye, making her look up. There it was! It was lying in the centre of the old see-saw. Katie headed towards it and snatched it up with relief.
The woman smiled once more as she set off with the boys back to the clearing on the other side of the thicket. The ‘party side’ Katie though bitterly.
Just then her phone vibrated and she almost dropped it glancing down quickly at the lit up screen.
Forget him.  

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Sunday, 2 November 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors #89



    Hi and welcome to this week's Eight sentences. Today, because we've just had Halloween, I am sharing eight from a spooky story I wrote for inclusion in 'The House of Erotica's anthology 'Witching Hour'  My story is called 'Hidden From View:                            


                                                              MY EIGHT:

 It was impossible to make out anything other than dark clothing on the short ride there so Sophie leaned into Liam just happy to be going somewhere special.
Liam paid the cab driver when they arrived and they started walking up the driveway which was lit up with ghoulish lanterns of red and green. Paper pumpkins hung from a small apple tree not far from the front door. The house looked dark as they approached and fake cobwebs hung across the door frame. When Sophie rang the doorbell a howling wolf could be heard from inside and the red outline of a skull lit up in the front window.
Camilla opened the door wearing a black furry cat suit, her figure accentuated by the tight fabric. Whiskers had been carefully drawn onto her face and she wore furry ears on top of her head.
“Hi!” she beamed, “Come on in!”

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Friday, 31 October 2014

Count Down to Halloween 3

Trick or treat? I was hoping you'd say treat, I don't know any tricks (unless you include the one with my tongue when I curl it up...) anyway moving on...! I have written may Halloween stories for various anthologies. Today I am going to share one that I wrote last year for 'The House of Erotica' called the 'Witching Hour'. My story is called 'Hidden From View:


Excerpt:

 It was impossible to make out anything other than dark clothing on the short ride there so Sophie leaned into Liam just happy to be going somewhere special.
Liam paid the cab driver when they arrived and they started walking up the driveway which was lit up with ghoulish lanterns of red and green. Paper pumpkins hung from a small apple tree not far from the front door. The house looked dark as they approached and fake cobwebs hung across the doorframe. When Sophie rang the doorbell a howling wolf could be heard from inside and the red outline of a skull lit up in the front window.
Camilla opened the door wearing a black furry cat suit, her figure accentuated by the tight fabric. Whiskers had been carefully drawn onto her face and she wore furry ears on top of her head.
“Hi!” she beamed, “Come on in!”
As Sophie and Liam followed Camilla through the hall they could see that no expense had been spared in capturing the spirit of the occasion. Liam ducked to avoid the many ‘cobwebs’ and plastic spiders which hung from every available protrusion.
“Can I take your coats?” Camilla asked reaching out towards Liam.
With a wink Liam untied the belt on his raincoat and revealed his costume. Sophie ran an approving eye over the handsome image standing before her.  Liam was wearing black trousers with a high buttoned waist and a tailored jacket of black and grey checks. A deep cut front smoothed around to coat tails behind. Around his neck was a strange neck tie that shot out comically on both sides. At first Sophie wasn’t sure who or what he was supposed to be; it was only the production of a pair of white gloves and a round white skull which Liam now placed over his handsome head that made her cry in delight.
“Jack Skellington!” she beamed, “Liam you look amazing!”
Liam smiled out at her through the large black holes of the skull.
“Your turn.” he reminded.
Sophie removed her raincoat causing Liam to grunt in pleasure. She handed the coat to a bemused Camilla and stood before Liam enjoying his awestruck silence. The black net dress clung to her subtle curves, stopping just short of indecent. Beneath the dress Sophie had fastened two black stars to her nipples and one large one to the front of a barely-visible G string.
“Wow Sophie.” Liam managed taking a step towards her.
Sophie laughed trailing a finger down the front of Liam’s jacket before following Camilla into the hub of the party.
The room was alive with eerie bodies chatting, laughing and dancing to carefully selected tracks. Helping herself to blood red punch from a pumpkin head Sophie observed the many witches, ghouls and Dracula’s dotted around the room. A tall man dressed in a blood stained boiler suit stood with an axe protruding through his head chatting to a vixen in red and black. The ambiance was dark and decadent, deliciously daring. Liam was soon by Sophie’s side touching her body through the net.

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