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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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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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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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Body Haiku
3 ounces Sake
1 ounce Dry Vermouth
Add sake and vermouth to an ice filled cocktail shaker. Shake only enough to mix. Strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with a cocktail onion.
Enjoy!
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Poinsettia Cocktail
1/4 cup Vodka
1/4 cup Champagne
1/2 cup Cranberry Juice
Combine vodka, champagne and cranberry juice in a large red wine goblet. Add crushed ice. Stir until well chilled. Twist strips of orange peel over the glass before dropping them in.
Enjoy!
** Thanks for the recipe Emeril!
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‘Twas the night before Christmas
anticipation was high
but, not a finger was stirring
between my moist thighs.
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The slipknots were hung
on the bedposts with care
in hopes that a kinky partner
soon would be there.
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Santa’s elves promised a visit
yet still have not shown.
Where the fuck were they?
My arousal has grown!
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My pussy throbbed
in the cold of the night
calling for relief
from someone just right.
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Then what to my horny little ears was presented,
but a big Dominant Man
hauling a bag full of presents.
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He lay the sack down
by the bed with great care.
Then came rambling round
leaving a scent in the air
of masculine cravings
filled with want and desire.
The perfume of love
all hot, bothered and wired.
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The stroke of his beard
was the last thing I viewed,
before the blindfold covered my eyes
and was tightly secured.
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He went straight to his work,
not a moment was spared,
as he moved with a purpose
much like Fred Astaire.
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My pussy was flicked
and my nipple was squeezed,
he moved quickly about,
and I felt a light breeze.
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Wrists tightly secured,
legs spread-eagle open
my body getting hotter,
the juices freely flowing.
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“Come in elves, come in,”
I heard him exclaim.
Then the patter of feet
and warm hands did claim
my body as theirs,
all fingers a flutter.
My nerves were on edge,
my mind in the gutter.
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Sensations on overload,
flesh pinched, pulled and teased.
I was soaring right now
with the greatest of ease.
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Dasher and Dancer
had nothing on me
as I flew through the skies,
earth’s gravity released.
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Pussy craving a cock,
“Santa? Fill me with yours?
Won’t you please, Santa
pull down your drawers?”
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My Christmas wish fulfilled
in a push and a thrust.
Santa’s thick cock
was engorged with hot lust.
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We pounded hips to thighs
in the merriest of jingles,
as the bells on his waist
gave me all sorts of tingles.
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Elves have the softest of hands,
did you know this was true?
Like magic fingers or glitter
that falls around you.
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They worked on our bodies,
on Santa’s and mine,
Until we both exploded
in colors and rhyme.
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Merry Kinksmas to all,
to transgender queers,
to BDSM-ers and foot fetish seekers.
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To gays and lesbians and those in a tryst,
to sex workers and erotic writers
and folks with a twist.
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To poly’s and straights
and the Masters and slaves,
to Dominants and submissives
and to all those who crave.
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May you have the most beautiful Christmas
filled with Peace, Love and Trust
and Acceptance and Happiness,
and Hot Sex and Wild Lust!
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Santa’s Secret
1 1/2 ounces Dark Rum
1/2 ounce Light Rum
1/2 ounce Kahlua coffee liqueur
1/2 ounce milk
Add dark rum, light rum, Kahlua and milk to a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake until sides are frosted. Strain into a martini glass. Garnish with red sprinkles.
Enjoy!
May you get everything you desire this holiday season!
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Christmas Wishes
1 ounce Peppermint Schnapps
1 ounce dark Crème de Cacao
2 ounces Milk or Cream
Fill a tumbler with ice. Add schnapps, creme de cacao and cream. Cover with cocktail shaker and shake until frosty. Garnish with a fresh mint sprig.
Enjoy!
“It’s two years darling,”
Celia chided as she exhaled. Blue smoke crept by Will’s nose and he wrinkled it in disgust.
“What’s the matter, darling? I thought you loved my Cohibas.” She circled his chair, drawing scrolls in the air with the extremely expensive and very illegal Cuban cigar.
“Here pumpkin, have a taste,” she coaxed, leaning into him and pressing the wet, acrid cylinder to his tightly clamped lips. “Darling, open up for your precious. It’s our anniversary. Come now, be a good boy!”
Will forced himself to sit still. She was testing him, knowing full well he hated the taste of the pungent sticks. It lingered for days in his mouth like a bad decision and no amount of Scope could eradicate its bitterness.
Celia stepped over Will’s legs, lifting the denim skirt above her thighs to straddle his lap. Her muscles quivered as she hovered above his groin.
Linking her dark eyes with his, she placed the cigar between her teeth and took three short puffs. Her ruby red lips made popping sounds as she opened and closed them around the tobacco stick.
pop
pop
pop
Clouds of smoke fogged between them, but their gaze remained unbroken. Will could feel the pull on his cock with her every draw… puffing his erection to life.
puff
puff
puff
It grew like the smoke. Thick and steady as he watched Celia raise two fingers to cradle the cigar in their V.
Her Cheshire Cat smile gloated as she tilted her head and took one last puff. Smoke bled from between her perfectly O formed pouty mouth. It rose in her face and she squinted through the haze, but Will thought it only made her sexier.
He examined her face as she reached between her spread thighs and ran her hand across his lap. Her expression gave away nothing of her intentions as she carefully avoided his aching bulge. The devious look in her eyes spoke volumes to him and he finally reached out to grab her arms.
“Oh, no, darling,” Celia admonished as she backed away. She stood in front of him, feet planted shoulder width apart. “You will watch, as I fuck myself for you.” She lowered the cigar between her thighs and waited.
Will’s breath caught. He unzipped his trousers and gave his cock the freedom it was screaming for. It’s purple head glistened with the tiniest dewdrop of desire.
Celia lifted her skirt, revealing the absence of panties, and ran the wet cigar tip around her pussy. Her head dropped back and she moaned as it touched her clit.
Sliding it back and forth across her slit, Celia leveled her gaze at Will. With a quick anticipating lick of her lips, Celia pushed the thick cigar into her cunt. Her sharp intake of breath sent shivers up Will’s spine and they again locked eyes.
She moved the cigar in and out of her cunt in rhythmic motion. Will echoed her strokes on his shaft.
They observed each other as their breath increased to gasps. The air in the room changed from tease to need to lust to hunger.
Their strokes quickened.
With focused effort, Celia pulled the cigar from her pussy just as she hit the edge of orgasm. Will followed suit and stopped his own movements.
Celia shifted to position herself just above his lap and lowered her hips to engulf his rigid cock with her saturated pussy. Their satisfied moans echoed together as they ground into each other.
When Celia lifted the pussy juice drenched cigar to Will’s lips, he greedily sucked it into his mouth. Her vanilla peach flavor mingled with the piquant spice of the Cuban tobacco.
He devoured the thing. Sucking it back and forth between his lips like a starving animal. Her taste was all he craved as she rode his cock to climax.
As she screamed her release, Will pulled the cigar from his mouth and threw it to the floor. He grabbed Celia’s hips, pounding her ass into his pelvis and driving his cock deep inside of her.
His choked grunts morphed to incoherent moans and Celia gripped Will’s shoulders as his body tensed under her. Riding out his spasm, her lips curled into a smile as she admired his lovely face twisted in orgasm.
“Will, my darling. Did I see you sucking on my cigar?” she asked when he finally relaxed. Her facetious question was not lost on Will. He blushed crimson and reached to the floor where the discarded cigar lay.
Picking it up and placing it in the ashtray, he said, “I couldn’t help myself, my sweets. You know I love your Cohibas.”
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