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“Men have forgotten this truth,” said the fox. “But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.”
Antoine de Saint-Exupery
She waited for him, knowing full well, her heart was forever captured.
What will I do now? She wondered, digging her fingertips into the soft green moss growing rampant on the cliff. The granite pressed hard into her back. Solid. Like his cock.
What if he doesn’t return? Who will feed me? Who will fill my cunt with warmth and flesh? And my mouth with salty sweetness?
Who will open my mind when it becomes locked in a quagmire of worry? And take me to the edges of freedom?
Who will lift my spirits until they can soar with the stars? And float among the planets?
Who?
She saw him then, as he walked unto the meadow that surrounded the lush hillside. His eyes alight with love as he looked at her. The fire of his passion burned the distance between them.
And she knew…
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Poetic Virtue
1 1/2 ounces Parrot Bay Coconut Rum
1 1/2 ounces white Creme de Cacao
1 1/2 ounces Cask and Cream Liqueur
1/2 ounce Grenadine
Add ingredients to a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake until well chilled. Strain into a chilled martini glass. Serve with a feather quill and a parchment scroll. (to write your own story, of course!)
Enjoy!
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And the ocean
roars
wanton in my ears
Can You hear it?
It calls You East
Come to me
Play with me
Let me lick Your wounds clean
Let me caress Your heart and head and face and chest
Let me ease Your mind with soft strokes of fingertips pressing gently
Your cock jumps as my cunt aches.
It presses hard against trousers waiting to be dropped in the sand
Feel me
In Your heart
In Your Mind
Feel me in the Universe that brought Us together
Feel my loving strokes upon Your flesh
Wash away all hurt in the ebb and flow of my tides
Know in Your Soul
my scent calls for Yours to mingle
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Siren
2 ounces Whipped Cream Vodka
2 ounces Limoncello
splash of Mineral Water
Add vodka and limoncello to an ice filled cocktail shaker. Shake until sides are frosted. Strain into a chilled martini glass. Add a splash of mineral water. Garnish with whipped cream and a maraschino cherry.
Enjoy!
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The following is an excerpt from my first published story,
‘The Mist Between Us’
from the new anthology
Voyeur Eyes Only
now available on Amazon.com in e-book format.
On Valentines Day, it will be available in an audio version, as well!
Click here to listen to the book teaser … you will be tempted…
I see you.
Palms pressed flat against the floor to ceiling glass of the Flamingo Hotel. The twinkling lights of the Strip reflect in the window, making your naked body glow electric.
I bet it feels that way, too. Doesn’t it? Electric.
When he approaches you from behind and kicks your legs apart, I can just make out his serpentine tongue playing soft over saliva-shiny lips. He’s tickling the thick nest of black whiskers growing full around his mouth and they glisten wet, holding anticipation in their prickly stiffness.
You must have exhaled quickly, because the sudden fog on the window obscures your pretty face for a moment. But, my disappointment doesn’t last long as the mist fades and I am treated to a most delicious expression of glazed eyes and use-me-please mouth.
Your head lolls slightly sideways, as if it takes just a bit too much energy to hold it erect any longer. And this is when I see him slide one arm around your belly and his other hand reaches between your spread thighs to cover your pussy.
Your lips purse and a second mist comes between us to hang heavy on the glass. This little game you and I have going, this game of hide and reveal, is really turning me on. My pussy is starting to tingle in ways usually reserved only for men. I’ve never reacted like this towards another woman before and I’m a bit confused by it. But, oh my fucking god, your X of a silhouette is so damn sexy framed in that window.
He knows it too. It’s why he is leaning his head over your shoulder and nuzzling your neck, trying to steal the limelight of my focus from your voluptuous contours. I bet he is sniffing your scent, inhaling your seductive pheromones. I can smell them from here, across eight lanes of traffic and through the mortar and steel and glass of my own hotel. Your draw is so powerful, I want to rip my eye away from this telescope and leap across the neon lights of Vegas to your window, so I can drag my tongue up your neck.
Yes, you are making me delirious with lust for you. And all you have to do is stand there with your perfect posture and receive what he is giving you.
His hand snakes from your belly up to your breast and cups it gently. And then… not so gently. Your mouth opens wide in a silent gasp, but I can hear it. Oh, I know we’re not in the same room; we’re not even in the same hotel. But, I can hear your panting through the sudden mist forming on the glass.
Hide …
My perch across the street and 4 hotels down has an excellent view. I’m guessing it’s probably one of the best views on the block, with the extra $600 a night paid for a Strip-side suite. But, what price does one put on the experiences of live theatre? Especially when the actors aren’t even aware they are performing for my viewing pleasure.
How does that TV commercial go? Airline tickets to Las Vegas … $300. Dinner and a show … $450. Views from the Skylane Hotel … priceless.
… and reveal.
There you are, my pretty. I can see your chest heaving under his heavy hand as he squeezes and pulls on you. Your skin dimples and twists, forming invisible bruises for you to secretly admire tomorrow or the day after. Did he just slip a finger inside your cunt? Your knees buckle and he presses you, full body, against the window, smashing your perky breasts against the cold glass, just for me.
Oh, yes … now you’re awake. Your wide eyes and erect nipples are calling to me. Look how they plead. Tempting me. Wordlessly imploring for my divine attention with their tormented peaks of pink. Begging to be pulled into my mouth and nibbled on. You want us both, don’t you? You want him with his hands. And you want me, too. You want me to watch. Exhibitionist slut that you are.
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What do you think? Do you like my story so far? It was just getting started here… there is so much more left to read in the book!
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And to tempt you even further … here is the table of contents from VOYEUR EYES ONLY ..
1. The Art of Watching by K D Grace
2. Private Viewing by D. L. King
3. Vegas Lights by Jade Melisande
4. Room 1101 by Nik Havert
5. Zoom In by Laura Antoniou
6. Alone Time by Cecilia Duvalle
7. Seeing Clearly by Genevieve Ash
8. Sin City by Anandalila
9. Window of Opportunity by Cecilia Tan
10. Dancing Waters by Nan Andrews
11. The Ice Cube by Courtney Breazile
12. The Birthday Present by I.G. Frederick
13. The Mist Between Us by Penny Amici
14. Dazzle by Dominic Santi
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Click on this banner to be taken to Amazon.com where you can purchase the crotch tingling VOYEUR EYES ONLY anthology
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Thank you dear readers… for all your support!
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Mist
3 ounces Belvedere Vodka (my favorite!)
1 1/2 ounces Pineapple Juice
Champagne
Add vodka and pineapple juice to a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake until sides are frosted. Strain into a chilled martini glass. Top with champagne. Toast to moving forward with success in your life!
Enjoy!
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** hypnopompic hyp·no·pom·pic [hip-nuh-pom-pik] adjective Psychology . Of or pertaining to the semiconscious state prior to complete wakefulness.
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Rolling over in half-sleep, his erection found her hand easily.
As she idly stroked, the moans gathered in his throat and the rumble in his chest tickled as much as the feather light touch on his cock.
The bed shifted beside him as she swung her legs over his hips and lithely positioned herself above his increasingly tense form. Shuddering as she lowered her body, he grabbed her hips and thrust upward. Groans of his surrender filled the pre-dawn bedroom.
“Shhhh …” she said, covering his mouth with her hand. His stiff whiskers poked the soft flesh of her palm, mimicking the shaved stubble around his groin.
Pulling her hand away from his face and tucking it around into the small of her back, he hissed, ”You don’t hush me, who do you think you are?”
Leaning forward slowly, until her herbal scented hair fell across his eyes and her nose was snug by his ear, she whispered, “I’m no one. Just a figment of your imagination.”
He thrust his hips again and her juices spilled down his shaft. “Such a deliciously wet figment, I have,” he said, voice rolling as thunder across a low prairie. He could feel the shivers on her skin. Tiny bumps trembling under his fingers. He thrust hard once more.
Bracing herself on his shoulders and rhythmically moving on his cock, she pulled at his control. Perspiration gathered between their hips as their bodies heated and he felt himself climbing. Head spinning and sensations tilting his equilibrium, he plummeted from earth, shattering into her.
Her words nourished his soul as she lay soft breasts upon his chest and licked his neck. “I love you.”
“I know,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around the ethereal specter.
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Ephemeral
3 ounces Pinnacle Whipped Vodka
1 ounce Limoncello
4 ounces Orange Juice with pulp
Seltzer Water
Add vodka, limoncello and orange juice to a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake vigorously. Strain into a chilled martini glass. Top with seltzer. Garnish with an orange twist.
Enjoy!
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Nipples shooting fireworks.
Red .. Blue .. Purple .. Yellow .. White
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~~ remove that please? ~~
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Run, bad spirits!
Run Away!
ptooie, ptooie
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Careening, screaming hot,
intense sparks of release.
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Sucking blood back into drained spaces.
White .. Yellow .. Pink .. Red
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Ah … red.
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Burning cooled.
Pinching soothed.
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Throbbing beats welcome the
Black Water Dragon
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Good Fortune seeps back in.
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