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12.26.2016: Fuckin’ Christmas Gift

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Inspired by Masturbation Monday

Fuckin’ Christmas Gift

I’ve watched Him all night talking to his colleagues and superiors at the company Christmas party. I should have been focused on meeting people and conversing but I was too distracted by him. He wore a navy blue cable knit cardigan, pale blue button down, and tan colored slacks. He had a way of making something more casual seem sophisticatedly sexy. Was it me or was it hot in here?

“Are you okay?” The woman to my right asked.

“Uh, yes. I just… I need something to drink. I’ll be right back.”

I walked to the bar and took the moment to try to get myself together. I sat on the seat that was closest to the end of the bar. I pulled out my compact to take a quick glimpse and wasn’t shocked to see the reddened hues in my complexion shining through.

Arms circled my waist and facial hair grazed my neck. I closed my eyes, relaxing into his embrace. Only one man had the ability to keep my libido sizzling and ready for more. He was the man I’d stared at all night. I lift my hand to his bearded face and stroked the soft hair.

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“Did you order me a drink as well?” His voice was low and dangerously deep.

“I haven’t ordered anything, yet,” I confessed.

“He’s waiting for your order.” He kissed behind my earlobe and my toes curled.

Without opening my eyes, I responded. “Guinness black and a Christmas White Russian.”

“Water while you wait?” The bartender asked.

I opened my eyes but they felt heavy with lust. “Yes, please.”

The bartender placed a bottle of water on the counter and before I could accept it, He took it and began drinking. The entire time he held me in place against him. Half gone, he held it out to me. I took it but almost crushed the bottle to bits when his cool lips caressed my neck and then his tongue licked icy circles in the same spot. I pulled away and looked into his eyes pleading for him not to do this here.

Yes, the people here were mostly drunk and not paying attention to anything but it was too much. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted him to lose himself in me for as long as he wanted. I didn’t want to sound desperate for his affections but I was.

“Your drinks.” The bartender sat down the drinks in front of us and He tipped him graciously.

He pulled a barstool close to mine and sat so close that one of my legs was between his and I could feel the muscles in his thighs. His fingers lazily stroked just above my knee as he enjoyed his beer. I knew he loved the way that my legs felt in nylons so I’d worn the navy sweater dress he’d bought, tights, and chocolate boots. He was discussing something that his boss mentioned but I couldn’t focus with his fingers sliding up my thigh and back. Those lazy circles had grown persistent and wider, higher.

“Did you not like your drink?”

“Hmm?” I asked confused.

“Your drink. You haven’t touched it. Is there something wrong with it?” He flashed that side grin of his and I knew that he was deliberately making fun of me.

I lifted the glass and put the straw to my lips. I sipped the drink until the glass was empty. I placed it back on the counter and looked him head on. “I’m ready to leave, now.”

He chuckled and stood. He put out his hand and I accepted. I got down from the seat and the rush from the alcohol chose that moment to kick in and I stumbled towards him a bit. It wasn’t my first drink of the night, but it was the first one I’d ordered for myself and it was stronger than the others.

“Easy there.” He spoke for only my ears.

“Yes, Sir.” I lifted my head begging for a kiss with my eyes as they caressed the sight of his lips.

He chuckled. “You sure about that?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m sure.”

“Hold still.” He lifted my chin a bit higher and leaned into my lips. He pulled my top lip into both of his. He sucked and pulled at it before invading my mouth with his tongue. I lifted towards him for more but he pulled away and kissed my lips again.

“Let’s get you into bed, shall we?”

I nodded, unable to speak.

We left the party room of the hotel in a hurry and he didn’t acknowledge any of the voices that called after him. My vision blurred as he led the way to the car… Wait… He pressed the button to a nearby elevator and it opened immediately. He pulled me inside and against his chest as the door closed. He took my mouth hard and I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him in closer. The elevator dinged and he let go of me apprehensively. He pulled a key from his back pocket and lead us to room 604.

Inside, the door barely closed before he had me against the wall with my legs wrapped around his waist. He pulled my sweater up to my hips and he groaned at the material keeping him from being inside of me. I knew what would happen and I couldn’t let it. He’d ruined multiple pairs of tights this way. I pulled away from his mouth and pushed against his shoulders.

“If you let me down, I’ll take them off for you,” I whispered.

He growled. “I don’t want to let you down.” I felt his fingers curling inward. He was going to rip them.

“Please… I’ll be quick.”

He groaned and set me on my feet slowly. I inched away from him and then removed my boots and tights. He stepped towards me and I removed my panties as well. An animalistic noise rumbled from deep in his chest startling me. I don’t know why, but I ran.

He caught me quickly and pushed me onto the bed. I rolled onto my back just as he was climbing on. He pushed my legs open and leaned over me, capturing my hands and pinning them above my head. Shit! He used his other hand to unfasten his pants and free his thickness. Seconds later he was pushing inside me.

“Fuck!” I cried out.

He smacked the outside of my thigh and then pulled my hips closer to his. He was so deeply seated that I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. He paused to remove his sweater and shirt before pinning me again pumping his flesh into mine. He tried to move deeper and deeper inside of me each time that he withdrew. Hard, deep, and wild strokes. I cried out from the pain and pleasure getting lost as he branded me with his hips. My body shook as I tried to accept him. It was too much too fast and I couldn’t keep up.

The hand not holding my hands gripped the base of my neck near my shoulder. He leaned down and took my mouth while his tempo moved quicker. I whimpered. There was no way that I’d be able to walk after this. Sounds of arousal meeting stiffness echoed through the room indicating just how much I was enjoying his dominance over my body.

He grunted and shivered when I gripped him tighter inside me. He liked it, but the unexpected event threw him off. I waited until he was back on track before I did it again.

“Ooooh!” He responded.

Not easing up this time, I flexed around him continuously. His hold onto my wrists grew tighter and I knew I’d be bruised later. I knew he was close but instead of giving in, he lifted off me and flipped me onto my stomach.

“Hold on.” He growled.

I gripped the pillow just as he entered me again. He raised my ass up higher than my head and took refuge.

I gasped loudly. He was… My legs trembled as he hit the most delicious spot repeatedly. I tried to speak but the air was knocked from my lungs. His firm grip on my hips kept me from being able to pull away. I clawed at the pillows trying to run out of reach. I knew my attempts were feeble but…

My body vibrated and quaked while he pushed me closer and closer to the edge. There was nothing that I could do to stop the orgasm that was bound to drown me. I screamed and pleaded for something, anything, and everything.

“Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase!”

“You don’t think it’s so amusing when the tables are turned, do you? Do you?!”

“Nooooo!” I whined and the tears rolled down my face unashamed.

He smacked my ass repeatedly taking things up a notch. My eyes widened and I knew I was doomed. I couldn’t stop the waves threatening to take over and I for the love of god, I couldn’t remember if I could swim.

He grabbed my hair and pulled. My back arched into him and the pain was blinding. I screamed loud because it was the final straw, tipping me over into a world of ecstasy that he’d created.

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I collapsed but he still moved inside of me seeking his own relief. The mattress helped to keep me in place as sought his relief, submitting to his will. Another soul wrenching orgasm geared up and I was too weak to hold it back. His mouth was beside my ear and he panted his desires there.

“So good! So… ah! Good… Baby… take me… fucking… oh! Take me.”

I nodded giving in to him. I couldn’t deprive him if I wanted to.

“Cum for me girl. Give me more as fuck you. You need this, don’t you?”

“Yes!” I begged for more. Was I insane? No, I was his. I always needed more of him.

“God da…” His words were strangled and he grunted hard before the wind was knocked from him.

His strokes became more focused yet short and shallow. He was coming and I rode that high as well. My grip on the pillow slipped from the tingling sensations and I came hard. He pulled me closer to him as he emptied his seed into my willing body.

Time stood still as I focused on keeping my heart into my chest. Breathing wasn’t something that I could manage without more spasms racking my body. He laid beside me and pulled me into his arms. Somehow, that made things easier. My eyes closed and I drifted to sleep.

Hours later, I woke to my nipples being savored by his mouth. I slid my hand through his hair and pulled his face to mine. I kissed him and he rolled me on top of him, not breaking the dance of our lips. He pulled off my sweater and already unhooked bra. He’d obviously been busy while I was asleep. His pants were no longer on his hips making us both fully naked. He lifted my hips and slowly I slid down onto his shaft.

“Ride me.” He commanded.

I placed my hands flat on his chest and began riding him slow.

“Good… good girl.” He moaned. His eyes closed and satisfaction was written all over his face. I beamed at being able to please my man and give him what he desired.

“Yes, Sir.”

His hands gripped my ass while I rode him harder. He lifted his body to reach mine and I moved my hands up to his shoulders. I held on as he controlled our movements. The steady trot became a gallop to meet his demands. This wasn’t about me but instead satisfying his needs. I held on tighter as it grew increasingly difficult to stay on pace. He held me still as he took over and rode me from underneath.

“Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir!”

“Hold on for me, girl. Just a little more.” He hissed when I tensed, gripping him tighter.

“Just like that… just like…” He moaned loud and it seemed to come from deep inside him as he released into me once again.

Feeling his release, I let go as well, collapsing on top of him.

“Fuck, girl!” He shouted. He then chuckled and sighed in relief. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

I smiled thinking that was the best gift I could have received. “Merry Christmas, Sir.”

 

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Fucking Writer’s Block

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Fucking Writer’s Block

Writer’s block. I hated the bitch. She had a way of taking all of my creative energy and turning it into shit. Ideas that started off as genius turned into a cluster fuck of “umms” and “uhs”. I threw wadded up pieces of paper at the computer screens saying the hell with it all. I’d tried paper to pen, typing, and even fucking voice recording. None of it was helping. I read the screen and my anger inched higher on the go “fuck yourself” meter.

Editor: Get out and get some fresh air.

“Fuck you.” I barked at the screen.

I swirled around in circles as I warred with the stuck words in my brain. The fuckers just wouldn’t flow. I jumped up and paced the room becoming more anxious as I walked. Maybe fresh air wasn’t a bad idea. I looked at the time as midnight seemed to approach much quicker than I wanted. I needed to put something on paper to get to give them.

Something moved quickly down the hall and I peeked to see my wife carrying a basket of laundry to the wash room. I tilted my head when I noticed that she was wearing my favorite boy shorts. They cupped her ass just right teasing me. Only the bottom of her cheeks peeked out making my fingers inch to grab them.

Her hair was wet indicating that she’d recently showered. She was lethal right now. Clean, barely clothed, and I could smell the cherry lotion she always wore. My mouth watered as I thought about tasting her sweetness. No matter how long we’ve been together, she still made me ache for her like we’d just met. I just couldn’t get enough. I took my shirt and jeans off and threw them into the chair. If I needed a distraction, she was fucking it. No better way to make sex sell than to experience it.

I rounded the corner as she was putting clothes in the dryer. She was bent over and spread nicely for me. I walked behind her and positioned us just right for the deed. I rubbed my hardness against her softness and she moaned.

“Lyle, what are you doing?” She asked.

“If you can’t guess, you’ll find out soon.”

“You should be working. You have a book to sell.” She added. Her protests sounded sincere but her sultry voice told me that her interest was piqued.

“I have to write the book before I can sell it.” I slid my finger along the edges of her shorts and her objection was caught behind the whimper that was released.

“Lyle…”

“Yeah…” My voice was just as raspy as hers was lusty.

Jaye stood and put her hands against my chest to push me away but her attempt was feeble. “Go write.”

“I will when I’m done.”

I moved towards her and she backed away. I continued until she was against the wall with nowhere to go.

“Shit.” She swore under her breath.

“Damn right.”

I leaned forward kissing her neck at the same time that I lifted her thigh. She lifted her hand to my head holding me close to her. I flexed my hips toward her and she hissed. My patience was running thin. I wanted inside of her. I needed to lose myself into her to rid the demons that blocked the creativity. I wanted to pound my frustrations into her willing flesh. She had the power to heal me and I needed to take refuge.

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I lifted her and she wrapped both of her legs around my waist. Her heat beaconed me to enjoy her wetness. I pulled the skin at her neck with my teeth and she groaned. Her fingernails raked my back and I shivered. She knew just how much I liked that. I slid my hand down to her pussy and I teased her through the drenched material covering her.

I kissed up her neck until I reached her ear. I pulled on it with my teeth and whispered into her ear.

“I need you, baby. Are you ready for me?”

“Yes!” She cried out.

“Good, girl.”

Using the wall to hold her up, I freed my erection. I pulled her shorts down her ass and over her hips. They rode her thighs but her cunt was available for the taking. I teased her folds with the tip of my erection until she rocked against me. Yeah, she wanted it too.

I inched inside of her and liquid heat welcomed me. I put one hand on the wall to brace our bodies. Damn she felt good. Her arms wrapped tighter around my neck when I withdrew from her.

“Noooooooo…” She begged.

I sighed in content. “Baby, I’m not going anywhere.”

I sheathed all of me inside of her in one upsweep.

“Ah! Yeeeeeeeeeeeeees!” She roared.

I lowered my hands to grip her thighs holding her in place while I moved in and out of her. Her body quenched my thirst as I fucked her into submission. She gripped me flexing her vaginal muscles and it was my turn to roar.

I growled contentment and she purred in response. The dance we’d perfected over time was in motion and we didn’t miss one beat. Needing to feel more of her, I slammed her hips into mine challenging her to take more.

“Oh, yes! Lyle, that feels soo… soo… sooo good!”

“Mhm…”

Sweat dripped down the center of my back and between her breasts, reminding me of how much I wanted to taste her. I turned and sat her on top of the dryer. I withdrew completely and disposed of both pairs of our bottoms. I lifted her legs putting them on my shoulders. Her hands held onto my head as I lowered it to taste her.

“Mmmmmm!!!”

I spread her wider giving me access to devour all of her. I French kissed her there until light shakes became thunderous tremors.

“Lyle, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!” She begged.

Lifting my head I found her lips. She kissed me eagerly, wanting the orgasm that I’d denied her. I inched my shaft inside and then out before slamming back home. Pulling her body closer to the edge of the dryer, I held back nothing. She arched into me and I went deeper. I pulled her hair exposing her neck. Kissing, nipping, biting and licking all of the exposed skin, I branded her mine once again. Her nails bit into my skin, piercing my back, marking me as hers.

“Jaye, so good. Perfect. Mine.”

“Yours! Mmm… Please!” She cried and pleaded at the same time.

“Come for me, baby!”

Jaye’s cunt gripped me tightly as she shattered. The firm hold pulled me right down the orgasmic tunnel with her. I growled loudly and grunted out my release. Fuck she was amazing.

Panting like we’d just completed a marathon, I rested my head on her shoulder. Her arms held her up but she shook from the effort. I pulled her into me and carried her to our bed, never disengaging from her. I fell backward onto the bed and she rested her head onto my chest enjoying me as much as I, her. I closed my eyes savoring the moment.

A flurry of scenes assaulted me. Ones I’d seen before but there was a new element. My eyes popped open and I was welcomed with darkness. I looked over to see the clock indicating that between sleep and the extracurricular, I’d been away from the writing lab for three and a half hours. The voices of characters yelling their stories to me grew louder.

Gingerly, I rolled Jaye onto the bed and kissed her beautiful face, disentangling from her. When I was finished writing, I’d be back for more of her loving. I hadn’t finished tasting her sweet body but when the voices called, I answered.

I sat at the desk and the computer came alive as if it knew of my arrival. The blank document stared at me and the cursor flashed insistently. My fingers began typing. The words flowed allowing me to finally create something more than anger. Three chapters later, I sent the unedited documents to my editor for feedback. Feeling great about the renewed energy, I closed the laptop and headed to the bedroom.

I climbed in bed and Jaye curled around me instinctively. Yes, this is where I belonged. I kissed her shoulder and she moaned lightly. Her scent enveloped me and I knew that she was in for a long night. I pulled one of her nipples into my mouth and she mewled.

“Again?” She asked barely alert.

“Yeah, again,” I confirmed.

“Yes, Sir.”

I growled and she shivered. Everything was going to be just fine as long as I had my muse. And she did a damned good job of inspiring.

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Elias Raven: Author & Poet: Book Tour

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Elias Raven: BLOG TOUR

 

About the Elias Raven:

 

Elias Raven was born and raised in Los Angeles. He’s an avid reader with a lifelong passion for writing. He’s a storyteller, a poet and a talented musician with an amazing voice. Oh, and let’s not forget an amazing cook!

As a young boy, he spent many summers reading classics such as “The Adventures of Sherlock Homes” and “The White Company” by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. His creativity was constantly being pushed as he learned more and more about the world around him. His taste in literature spanned from classics to science fiction/fantasy. He expanded his taste devouring everything from William Blake to Milton, Dante, Baudelaire, Arthur Rimbaud, T.S. Elliot, Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, Khalil Gibran, William Carlos Williams, Ezra Pound, Paul Verlaine, Walt Whitman, Alan Ginsburg, Jack Kerouac, William Burroughs, Carl Sandburg, Dylan Thomas, and Jim Morrison. These inspirations and his sheer love for reading had him take pen to paper around the age of 20.

Did I mention he’s a Musician? …You can often find him playing his guitars (both electric and acoustic) and keyboards and singing (4 octave ranges) in his home studio. He’s a classically trained music aficionado -trained early on by Beethoven, Brahms, Mozart, Hayden, Liszt, as well as Big Band, Jazz and Rag Time. Spending time with his father at the Los Angeles Philharmonic; experiencing his first orchestra concert at the age of 9.

Elias the Gourmet Cook…Oh My!…His Japanese mother and grandmother trained him very well in fine culinary skills both in cooking and food appreciation from all over the world such as Italian, Indian, Moroccan, Thai, Japanese, Chinese, Korean, Hawaiian, Pilipino, Greek, and Polish.

When Elias is not reading, writing, composing music or cooking…he can be found listening to music, playing games, hanging out with his kids. He enjoys going to concerts, going on culinary adventures, sightseeing, spending the day at the beach or in the mountains…just doing something adventurous!

 

 

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Book 2:

Cain: Rage of Angels

Release Date: October 25th

Cover Designer: Jessica Hildreth

Genre: Paranormal Romance/Suspense

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SYNOPSIS:

 

Elias never saw it coming. The deception had been flawless. He had looked into the dark eyes of his half-brother Qaylin. The torrent of anger and rage rose from the dark abyss of his soul at what this bastard had done. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before or since… A million times a million Cains screamed across the Heavens. Their voices echoed in his head demanding the blood of the betrayer, Qaylin!

 

Elias knew it was time he stopped fighting from a position of weakness. He had to get up and take the fight to the enemy’s doorstep and he only had a small window of time to do so. He would have to strike while they thought he was beaten, then stand toe to toe against the forces of Hell itself. Somehow he had to even the odds and give him and his men a fighting chance to win. But his ancient enemies were powerful. It appeared as though the heavens had been eerily quiet as if the matters of men no longer mattered to the angelic host. It seemed Lucifer had full dominion over this mortal coil. If that was so, what chance did Elias and his men have against such an enemy?

 

“The Rage of Angels” is the explosive second book in the CAIN series.

 

 

 

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Elias~ I didn’t get it, it was like my brain at that moment had stopped functioning.

Like it was made of glass and had shattered into a million tiny fragments

of images and emotion painted across the television screen as I watched

the flames burn. My empire was on fire! G and Parker were dead! My mother

was bitter and my brother had just sliced me open from head to toe with

a katana of raw emotion playing me like Nero while Rome burned.

 

I screamed so loudly everyone in the house came running, beating on the

doors to the den. The tears exploded out of me like a fountain! I dropped

to my knees in front of my father, in front of the screen unable to comprehend

the ass kicking I was taking from this man.

 

My dad waited looking down at his hands, unable to even comprehend

but at the same time feeling everything. He was part of me after all.

My cell phone chimed as my mother and Khyentse calling over and over again

I slammed my fists into the floor until my hands started to bleed, but I didn’t care.

I wasn’t feeling it, I was pain, I was anger, I was the flame, my emotions, my feelings everything was a white-hot poker of anger.

 

 

I felt like a cyclone of rage as I stood up. I have never ever wanted to kill before,

but at that moment me… us… were all in unison. Qaylin was a dead man. I was going

to personally kill him and I was going to look him right in the eye when I did it

so he knew who did it, just like when he killed my father… Like when he killed me.

 

I was going to do it cold blooded too. I wasn’t going to use a sniper, I was going to fight him hand to hand, I was going to beat him, break him until he was a bloody mess

and still it wasn’t going to give me satisfaction… But at the same time, it was going to

feel oh so fucking good.

 

 

 

Book 1:

Cain: Sins of the Father

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Synopsis:

 

The Cain family has many secrets. The only son Elias, an alpha male and former rock star, has the “look” with a set of eyes and smile that will drop a girl’s panties at 10 yards. He is the heir apparent to the wealthiest family in the world and it’s now time for the transition of power. But some things never go as planned – especially for this family.

 

When Elias’ one true love Genevieve returns to his life, they start on a journey to unravel the twisted knot that has been laid before them. They enter the serpentine labyrinth of deceit and despair. Two worlds will collide and meet in the middle. Two men will vie for the love of one woman and to the victor will go her soul. There is no second place, and the very gates of heaven and hell will shake as these two gear up for the ultimate confrontation.

 

The distant past and the modern world will collide on a rocket ride of twisting emotions and imagery. Every story has a beginning, buckle up for this one.

 

 

 

 

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10.17.2016: Sadistic Masturbation

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Bastard. Fucking Bastard. Sadist. Fucking Sadist. Damn it! Shit! Why?!

This torturous toy that She bought was buried deep inside. I wanted it out. Each orgasm was more intense than the last one and I couldn’t give her another. I didn’t want to disappoint her so getting it out was imperative.

“You’re losing focus, girl. Instead of focusing on me you’re focusing on that sore cunt of yours.”

I groaned because she was right. I am not a masochist and so inflicting pain was that much more intoxicating for her. I took what she gave and I enjoyed it because she did. I always feared it wouldn’t be enough, though.

“Play with that little pussy of yours for me. Make it want what I need.”

Another forced orgasm seized me and it hurt more than the last one. Tears rolled from the corners of my eyes in despair but there was something even more shocking. I liked being forced to come for her. It took away my control giving me the power of submission.

She increased the tempo of the bullet and another orgasm ripped free. She wasn’t finished.

“Play for me, girl.”

Cautiously, I lowered my hand, afraid that I’d break my pussy if I touched it. Gentle caresses earned me a “good girl” and inspired me to explore further. I spread my legs wide while stimulating my clit. It was sore and slower to respond but persistence paid off. I lift my hips in time to meet the down sweep of my fingers. It was wickedly refreshing and got my juices flowing nicely.

“Very good girl.” She praised.

“Thank you, My Lady,” I didn’t lose focus on the goal.

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I just needed redirection and I’m glad I listened. Glad that I was primed once again. It felt amazing to have my body in such a primal and orgasmic state that little tremors were constant. I knew this one would be monumental. My vaginal walls were already tightly gripping the vibe accepting the torture.  I needed more.

One digit at a time, I deposited my fingers inside. My eyes grew wide accepting the magnified feelings. The heel of my hand rocked my clit while I moved my fingers back and forth inside. Yes! My reactions were purely instinctual and reflexive, short circuiting my mind into compliance. That rush of pure adrenaline let me know that it was time. I wanted to slow down the moment but that wasn’t my call. I embraced the sensations, letting it take control. I cried out loudly and covered my mouth in shame.

“Let me hear you, dear girl. Talk to me.”

By talk, she meant moan. She liked me vocal and I aimed to please.

I moved my hand from my mouth but tightened my legs around my hand bringing it deeper inside.

“Oh!”

My fingers moved the bullet back and forth, now coming into contact with it. Talk about a splendid feeling. The vibe moved faster and my body froze as spasms squeezed every nerve ending until my entire being pulsed in pain and pleasure. My eyes rolled backward and I screamed so loud that I felt the vibrations bounce off the wall and lick over me.

Tingling sensations numbed everything else out as I twitched like a fiend on the bed. I grabbed at the air but even my toes and fingers were cramped and tense. Puffs of air erupted from my lips as my body tried to regulate the convulsions. Finally, everything relaxed and I sank into the mattress.

She caressed my forehead moving wet tendrils of hair aside. I turned my head to lean into her caresses and my body groaned at the slight movement. Her fingers traced patterns over my torso and while it normally would arouse me, it helped to bring awareness back in place.

“Good, good girl. I’ll let you rest a bit before I torture that sweet pussy again.”

I opened my eyes to see her Sadistic smile. She wasn’t serious, right? Right?!

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Audrey Randall: Author

 

Let’s celebrate the Release of Audrey Randall’s book Playing Her Game!!!

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Audrey’s Bio:

I’m just a girl who loves romance with heat in my books. From a young age, I used to sneak romance novels to read in the middle of the night. The more smut the better! When I’m not picturing men in kilts or preferably nothing at all, I like to read, watch movies, and eat as much ice cream as possible!

Feel free to contact me! I love to hear from my readers! 🙂

 

Playing Her Game (The Celestial Prophesy Book 2)

About Playing Her Game:

He’s burning up on this latest assignment…

Dante de la Vega is one of the hottest reporters in Mexico. He’s got it all. The looks, the talent, and the bullet wounds to prove his street cred. So, to a man used to covering the most dangerous drug cartels in Mexico, being sent to cover a video game tournament seems trivial. That was until he stumbled upon Stephanie Stevens, known as Star Fury in The Celestial Prophesy, playing Pokémon GO in the bushes. She may have looked crazy to the rest of the world as she swiped at her phone screen, but he saw his North Star. Luckily, he knew that she liked what she saw when she finally looked up at him. Now, he’ll do anything in his power to make her see that they should collide- even if that means playing up the Latin lover stereotype, no matter what the truth really is.

Karma is a bitch…

Steph, known as Star Fury, is on a mission to regain her title as a top pro player in The Celestial Prophesy. When she broke her wrists before the regional competition, she guilt-tripped her twin sister, Aimee, to fill in for her. However, karma is a bitch that bit her in the butt. During the regional competition, Aimee scored for the other team and played so poorly that the press is wondering if Steph Stevens has lost her luster.

She can’t afford to burn out…

Steph can’t afford to be distracted during the North American Tournament. She needs to perform or her career will supernova. But, the stars are not aligning and things seem to be crashing down as she deals with more injuries, bloodthirsty competitors, and a hot Latin lover who sets her body ablaze. The question will be can Dante be her Jedi knight or will he just be a distracting Casanova?

Caution: This scorching hot short story makes the Sun feel cold. If you love video games and hot Latin men, then this one is for you! It is a complete story with a happily ever after! Just so you know, there’s a lot of SIZZLING scenes. Enjoy if you’re 18+.

 

More books by Audrey Randall:

Book 1:

Playing His Game

Playing His Game by [Randall, Audrey]

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Playing Her Game

Playing Her Game (The Celestial Prophesy Book 2) by [Randall, Audrey]

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Gabriella Messina: Author

 

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Today Gabriella Messina shows us how shifters, and the authors that write about them, ROCK!!!

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Gabriella’s Bio:

Gabriella Messina grew up in Northwestern Pennsylvania, where her early ventures in writing consisted of 30-page book reports. Though her writing began in prose, it was screenwriting that first captured her attention. After a trip to the UK during her sophomore year in college, Ms. Messina began teaching herself the basics of screenwriting. By 2005, she had completed her award-winning first screenplay, “The Devil Inside”, which she later adapted into her debut novel, “Bloodline”.

Ms. Messina is also the creator of the Kate Gardener Mysteries, a series of stories revolving around an American forensic photographer cracking cases with London’s Met Police. The series is based on the television series “Yard Work”.

In addition to her creative writing, Ms. Messina writes freelance articles and web content. When not writing, she enjoys reading, catching up on favorite films and television series, traveling and spending time with her family.

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Bloodline Series:

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Book 1: Bloodline

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Book 2: Quicksilver

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Kate Gardener Mysteries Series:

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Book 1: The Memory of Trees

The Memory of Trees (Kate Gardener mysteries Book 1) by [Messina, Gabriella]

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Book 2: De Profundis

De Profundis (Kate Gardener Mysteries Book 2) by [Messina, Gabriella]

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10.10.2016: She Needs To Cum

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She Needs To Cum

What kind of shi…? She stroked me firmly. Not one of those get you off quickly kind of jackoffs but the kind that made you feel the blood pumping in your veins. It was intense. Each up and down stroke was like experiencing sex for the first time. New and so fucking exciting that you knew you were in just the right place you needed to be in that moment. You were definitely doing this again. I was definitely doing this again.

Her slick folds held onto my shaft as she moved her hips against mine. She coated me in her juices. She was ready for me but giving in would have been too easy. Instead, she marked me with her body making me beg to be used by her. A moan slipped from her lips and I hissed. It burned. The need to release was so intense that my head pounded right along with my heart.

“Yes, baby… Ah!” She moaned.

I gripped the sheets underneath us hoping that I didn’t rip them to shreds first. Her back arched. Her hips bucked. Her other hand caressed her breasts before pulling each nipple in turn.

I knew better. She would let me come if she wanted. Asking wouldn’t get me anywhere. Her hips rose higher and higher until I could feel her almost enveloping me. Is she wasn’t careful… anticipation grew and I closed my eyes, no longer able to watch her beautiful pussy torture my strained cock. I was too close. She was too close. She arched her hips toward me at the same time that she lifted and the tip of my shaft breached her entrance. She slammed down on top of me pulling me inside. She pumped my cock with her muscles and I grit my teeth as I moaned loud begging for mercy. More torture was bestowed and I twisted my face unable to convey how much I wanted every fucking minute of this.

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I huffed and growled. She moaned and praised me for feeling so good inside her. Shit, she had no clue what good felt like. I’d never felt pussy so wet, so damn right. She wondered why I came to see her. Why I allowed her to torture me? The room faded out and all I could focus on was her.

Sweat licked, I arched my hips to meet hers. The union between man and woman echoed off the walls. She pulled me deeper, rode me harder. Her orgasm wrapped around us as she screamed. She held still but I continued moving inside of her. I held her hips supporting her body as I took her higher into ecstasy. She wasn’t just any woman. She made even the strength of that orgasm hers, mastering it while laying down the law.

“Another.” She panted.

My body convulsed as she gripped me tightly with her sex. “Please, Mistress… I’m so close.”

“Yeah well, me too,” She moaned sweetly and flexed her cunt around me. “Another.”

She withdrew my cock from her and resumed her initial torture. I angled my neck backward giving in even more to her. She gripped the base of my cock and held it tightly. I flexed in her hand as she took the slippery hold that I had on my orgasm and pulled it right from underneath me. Her pussy swallowed me and vibrations from the plug she’d deposited earlier, initiated sending me off like a rocket.

She moved her hand from my cock and rode me like a stallion. She gripped my shoulders and fucked me senseless. I let go of the sheets, unable to feel anything but her. I couldn’t focus on anything with the firm hold that she had on my desire. I submitted to her and she took more than I ever thought I was giving.

My body seized sharply forcing loud grunts from me. I felt her collapse onto my chest but my arms were too weak to move. I relaxed letting the endorphins take over. I felt them racing along the top of my skin before I passed out cold. Too much. Too…

Tightness in my muscles awakened me. Once plastered to the bed, I was now covered with a blanket that I’d kicked off my legs. I wanted to rollover by my muscles resisted. I moved a little and heard a groan of displeasure.

“Keep still, I’m trying to sleep.” She mumbled.

“Yes, ma’am,” I responded automatically.

I mustered the energy to move my arms to hold the woman resting on top of me. I caressed her back and over her full hips and ass. She was perfect and I didn’t need to open my eyes to know that. I kissed the side of her head and she moaned before trying to bury herself deeper into my chest. Knowing that she felt safe enough to allow me to hold her in the most vulnerable of moments was the best aftercare she could have given. The stiffness in my body was worth it if it meant that it offered her peace. I kissed her once more before joining her in slumber.

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10.3.2016: How to Cure a Migraine

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How to Cure a Migraine

I stared at the screen wondering if this was normal. I held up the elixir I’d mixed to cure migraines. Pink liquid sluiced in the tube when I lifted it to peer inside. Oxygen bubbles moved throughout substance distracting me momentarily.

The door opened to my lab and I switched the monitor to the report that I was typing my data into.  Michael, my assistant, walked in with a bunch of file folders. He had the potential to be an excellent scientist if I could just get him to focus on his findings instead of hypothetical situations. That’s why I was the only person in on my current experiment. It was better than any drink on the market but it only had one side effect.

“Dr. Shenava, I’ve researched the chromosomes as you’ve indicated and I’m not seeing the same predictions as you when mixed with this drug. I think that we should stick to Jordan’s law…”

I tuned him out. I’ve gone to my share of colleges to collect a plethora of degrees. I’ve listened to many professors explain why and how things occur. Hell, I’ve taught students half of the information that I know but for some reason, Michael has a way of making science boring even to someone who breathes it. I needed to find a way to make him depart so that I could continue my observation.

“Michael, down in Lab 4 there were medicines that needed testing. Did you complete all of the tasks left by Dr. Rolo?”

He shook his head no. “I thought you could use my help.”

“I need you to complete those responsibilities first. Speak with me later about the rest.”

Michael sat down the files and left my office. I exhaled in relief. I put the tube back into the vortex mixer and turned my attention to something much more interesting.

Subject HRNY69LVR was half dressed lying in the bed on her stomach. Her hand was underneath her and stroking her vagina. I zoomed the camera in to see her massaging her clitoris expeditiously. Her back arched raising the slope of her buttocks to great heights. Her hips moved towards the bed and then away as she humped searching for relief.

She rolled on her back and deposited both fingers inside her… “Oh!”

I turned the volume down even lower as she spread her legs wide. She seemed to be searching for something as her fingers entered deeper. I shifted in my seat, suddenly there wasn’t enough room in my pants. They restricted the growing erection lengthening to maximum potential.

Her body contorted as she shook wildly finding completion. The whole thing was fascinating. I looked back at the tube containing the elixir and wondered if the sexual side effects made a headache better or worse.

The subject was now passed out cold on the bed. I stood and grabbed the key from my drawer. I exited my office and locked the door to my office and headed down the long corridor. Inserting the key into the door, I opened the door slowly to see HRNY69LVR asleep, motionless. She was aware that I’d check on her throughout her stay and since the same thing had occurred for the past couple of sessions, she didn’t stir when I touched her.

Her vagina was hot and seemed to pulse underneath my fingers. Fluids were present on her thighs and on the underside of her buttocks. Her nipples were slightly erect and blushing. Her coloring held redder than previously and her breathing was now nice and even.

She blinked sleepily at me as I went about making observations.

“Doctor, do you think that my migraines will ever be healed?”

Unsure of the answer to her question, I focused on what I did know. “How’s your head feeling now?”

“I don’t feel any pain at the moment.”

“Good. I think that we need to increase the dosage to see if we can prevent the migraines before they start.”

HRNY69LVR lifted her hand and grabbed my penis through my pants. I gasped in shock but my body responded to her harassment.

“I’ve noticed your response to my body, Doctor. Why don’t you let me heal you for once?”

“I think that is highly inappropriate behavior. We’ll need to check  your hormones to make sure that the elixir isn’t making you more aggressive.”

She unzipped my pants and stuck her hand inside the opening. I tried to push away her hand but the way she cupped me and then wrapped her fingers around me created hesitation. I looked down at her hand and then her face. She licked her lips and then used her other hand to unfasten my slacks. She pulled me free and without missing a beat, she put me inside of her mouth. I hissed. Much like her vagina, her mouth was warm and inviting. I knew this was a disturbance in my research but…

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Her tongue massaged the length of me and I put my hand behind her head pushing further into her mouth. Holy hell!

She gagged and I withdrew not wanted her to pass out. I was reluctant because when she gagged, the closing of her throat gripped my penis nicely. I pulled her head back and forth creating an easy rhythm. She sucked eagerly but she lowered her hand down to her now soaking wet vagina and began her ritual of relieving herself. Maybe the dose was too strong. She should be sated by…

She swallowed me and the action caused a knee-jerk response that sent my body into a series of spasms that inspired me to ejaculate into her mouth. Her head was pressed close to my groin as I emptied into her throat. She pushed a bit on my thigh and I released her to obtain air. She shivered also climaxing. She searched for air with her lungs and tears poured from her eyes. Another side effect that I needed to add to my notes.

“Thank you, Doctor.”

I struggled to pull up my pants that managed to fall in the midst of things. I nodded not capable of forming a sentence. My head was still spinning and it made me wonder if she’d spread her condition to me.

When I was back in order, I watched the once again sleeping subject. She seemed to have produced the same results as before. I backed out of the room careful not to wake her this time. I took the key from my lab coat and locked the door behind me. One way or another I’d find a cure for migraines. Even if that meant that I had to risk my own health. Walking back to my office I stopped. What if my sperm caused a reaction to the elixir that I hadn’t predicted?

Unfortunately, I think that the best thing for me to do is stay overnight and observe her more carefully. Once everyone was gone for the evening, I’d go back to her room and watch her closer. Any difference in her sleeping patterns may be an indicator of a breakthrough. Yes, I think I’ll send everyone home early today. Proud of my assessment, I strolled to my office to make the announcement. Subject HRNY69LVR needed me and I was prepared to make the necessary sacrifices.

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9.29.2016: Let’s Play A Game

I slid my hand down the curves of her body. Imperfections that she saw were the blueprints of my desires. She’d never outright said that she found herself unattractive. She’d only said that she didn’t think she was worthy of the attentions I bestowed. That was more than enough for me to understand that she didn’t value herself as I did.

My fingertips moved along her soft skin savoring all that she offered. By giving into my own need to worship her, I’d be pleasuring her in the best of ways. I massaged her breasts avoiding the most sensitive part. This was greater than sexual urgency. She needed to experience me devouring all of her not her brain being short-circuited by premature want.

I trailed digits up her arms awakening the nerves there. She was exquisitely bound in soft silk. It complimented her skin putting all sorts of dirty thoughts into my mind. Later. I’d get there.

Her lips were parted as she exhaled heat and inhaled seduction. The inferno inside her blazed so high that her skin became damp with perspiration. I ignored her whimpers for more than slight touches and stolen caresses. We’d get there too.

I stood up removing my black clothing; leather jacket, shirt, and pants. Her gaze roamed over my body and stiff member. She’d get plenty of that as well. I stroked my shaft slowly torturing myself just as slowly as I’d initiated with her.

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“See how much I want you?” I asked.

“Yes.” Her voice was laced with pent up lust that she wanted to expel. That decision wasn’t hers. She’d come when I told her to.

“Watching you right now is more than enough to bring me to my knees. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

She looked away, bashful and ashamed of how those very words stroked something deep inside. I knew because I could see the fight in her now tense frame. She wanted to revel in it but she couldn’t allow false promises to penetrate her thick skin. Time to weaken the wall once more.

All of her body was alert and ready for more. I kissed her neck and then whispered in her ear. “Ready for a game?”

She was weary and had every right to be. “Yes.”

“I’m going to continue to ravish you. The only difference is that you’re going to tell me why I am. Each time focus my attention on any spot, you’ll tell me why it needs my attention.”

“But…”

“No buts. I’ll let you simmer all night if you comply.”

“Yes.”

I kissed down her neck and shoulders but this time, her breasts wouldn’t get off so easily. I kissed around the fullness of them. Lazily, my tongue worked toward the tip before I engulfed the erect nipple into my mouth. I lapped at the sensitive peak before pulling it with my lips and teeth.

“Aaah!”

Her body arched toward my mouth as she sought even more. I couldn’t continue because she wasn’t following the rules to my game. I released the breast and stared at her waiting.

She panted as if she’d just finished running. Her chest heaved and she wiggled. Her mind was a muddled mess because she couldn’t focus on anything except the sensations that I’d created.

“Love, is there something that you’d wish to say?”

She nodded but stuttered when she tried to speak. She took a deep breath and tried again. “Sensitive… Full… Lush… Sexy…”

“Good. Very good.”

I went back to smothering them with affections. Kissing between each breast and then showering them with kisses and licks. Sucking them until she shivered and trembled. I moved on to her hips. My fingers traced the curve of them while my mouth kissed and sucked. She chuckled a sultry laugh.

“It tickles and feels good at the same time.” It came out breathless and flirty.

“Mhm…” I moaned.

“You like them because they’re feminine.”

“God, yes!” I agreed.

I kissed over to her parted thighs and spread her wide. Kisses to her inner thighs sent her into a fit of moans and groans. I took my time completely blocking out the hurried cries.

“Because they should only part for you,” The words rushed from your lips and I swore that you’d come just from this. You were so close.

“Mhm…” I urged.

“And they are…”

My tongue moved to her pussy and she screamed. “Yes!”

Her clit was so sensitive but she was primed. Gently, I pulled back the hood and gave her one hard suck.

“Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!” She screamed loudly as she came hard.

I pulled my mouth away from her dripping cunt and entered her in one smooth thrust. Fuck she was hot. In and out I moved building up another orgasm within us both. I leaned over and took her mouth. I kissed her as my pace quickened. It took us higher and higher until the spasms that wracked her body, seized mine. Move thrusts were wild and carefree. There was one goal and I sought completion for us both.

Spent, I laid on top of her while she kissed the sides of my face. I reached up, releasing the ties from her wrists. I moved beside her and pulled her into my arms before closing my eyes.

“Because they are both yours, as is the rest of my body. I know how much you love my lips.”

“Fucking, beautiful… All of you…”

“Yes.” She responded before I faded into the darkness.

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9.26.2016: If You Only Knew

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If You Only Knew

The messages on the screen had nothing to do with what I was doing… directly. It didn’t mean that it wasn’t a reaction. Something about you, us, me…

I purred. It ached. I needed…

Fingers caressed my slit then delved deeper. Heat, hot, wet, slick, smooth… I moaned trying to hold back. This… it wasn’t right. You had no idea what I was doing but still I couldn’t help myself.

Fingers deep inside of me moved slowly, searching. I sighed as I responded to the message on the screen. It was innocent enough but I couldn’t help but wonder what you’d think if you knew.

Wetness, all me, coated my fingers making it easy to move them faster. I was growing tired of always needing you this way. And you didn’t even know, fucking shame.

The phone slipped from my fingertips when I found that sweet spot. I focused on it and not the beeping messages pinging my phone. My fingers became yours… My moans were pleas to keep you taking from my body. I desired more.

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Another message alerted me to grab the phone though I was breathing as if I’d ran a marathon. Maybe I had. The message on the screen conveyed something I liked. Loved even. You were persistent about what you wanted though you had no idea what you were really asking for, me.

I anchored my feet on the bed and arched my hips. The new angle created different sensations and I teased myself. Wanting to draw it out until the initial ache paled in comparison, for you.

I gripped the phone holding on to you but my fingers never stopped. Pushing, shivers, panting, cries… I moaned your name loudly as the intensity of the moment took over. Euphoria so sweet that I lost my bearings. I closed my eyes tightly letting my body take over. Another sweep of the moment’s kiss radiated, penetrated. Shocks so intense that my toes curled and it was all for you. Because of you.

I drifted but was brought back into the moment by another notification. Spent, I struggled to see the words on the screen. When I could finally comprehend the words, since they didn’t swim anymore I smiled.

“You’re beautiful.” The message read.

Perfect timing.

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