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After an in-depth and completely accurate (in my opinion, and yes, I am currently reading it) book review of the ‘popular because it’s popular, not because it’s any good’ novel, Fifty Shades of Grey,
Remittance Girl put out a challenge. Write 2 versions of the same sex act. One vanilla and one kinky. Her thinking on this is, that these acts may look quite the same on the outside, but in reality, are perceived quite differently, depending on your point of view.
Here’s my go at it, I’d love to hear your thoughts on this!
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Vanilla
She lay naked and complacent on the pool float, eyes closed against the brightness of August. Cool water licked at her sun-heated skin and the dip of waves, caused by her husband’s perfectly executed cannonball, rocked her gently. Tiny splashes landed like raindrops, forming perfectly domed circles on her tanning flesh. The rhythm of the water was turning her on and she shifted on the raft, squeezing her thighs together.
Jordan’s shaved head broke the aqueous surface, causing another round of waves to rock her ever so slightly. He waded in close to her, lust dark in his eyes. “You look delicious lying there, baby. I just want to eat you up.”
The heat in her groin cranked up a notch. “Well, please do,” she offered, glancing sideways and raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
Jordan smoothed his hand from her summer pink toenails up over her leg, across her jutting hip bone and landed gently on her left breast. She let loose a deep, audible sigh as he slowly massaged a nipple.
Bending his head to her belly, Jordan planted fluttering kisses across her expanse as he continued to tweak her nipple. When he reached under her, and with strong arms, brought raft and all up from the water, she melted under his touch.
His tongue on her pussy was hot, in spite of her scorching skin. Burning hot. Ripples of pleasure inside her body matched the rocking of water on the outside. Feet slipping, she pushed against the fluctuating surface in vain. “Deeper Jordy. I need you deeper … Please!”
Jordan thrust his tongue fully inside her and curled it upward. Flexing his arms, he raised her floating body closer, burying his nose in her folds. His growl started low, a rumble from the beginning of time and ended in a shudder so needy, he nearly lost his footing. He lapped at her like a starving dog, spreading her fleshy lips. Then plunged his tongue into her again. And again. And again.
She reached for his head as she shook with orgasm, bending the raft in the middle. Water flowed over her hips and thighs, but Jordan didn’t let go. He submerged right along with her and held fast until her trembling stilled.
Finally coming up for air, a triumphant smile spread slowly across Jordan’s drenched face. ”Yum. You taste scrumptious, even with an added splash of chlorine!”
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Twist
She lay naked and complacent on the pool float, eyes closed against the brightness of August. Cool water licked at her sun-heated skin and the dip of waves, caused by her Dominant’s perfectly executed cannonball, rocked her gently. Tiny splashes landed like raindrops, forming perfectly domed circles on her tanning flesh. It reminded her of their wax play. A million bytes of energy being dropped on her belly. The sudden scald cooling to a hard pucker. The memory of it turned her on. She shifted on the raft, squeezing her thighs together.
Sir’s shaven head broke the aqueous surface, causing another round of waves to rock her ever so slightly. He waded in close to her, lust dark in his eyes. ”Well, my pet. Don’t you look delicious lying there. I think I’ll have myself a little snack.”
The heat in her groin cranked up a notch as he clasped each ankle and squeezed. She gasped and automatically raised her arms above her head. Grabbing the edges of the float, she imagined tightly knotted ropes rendering her immobile.
He admired her openly. Devouring her visually. Drinking in the curve of her back, the length of her neck, the tilt of her chin. He watched as she mentally struggled within her abstract bonds. His cock hardened.
Letting go of her ankles, Sir smoothed his hand from her summer pink toenails up over her leg, across her freshly waxed mound and landed solidly on her left breast. ”These are mine,” he claimed, possessively squeezing a nipple.
“Yes Sir, they are,” she responded, breath jagged and raspy with pride.
Bending his head to her belly, Sir marked the expanse with quick flicks of his tongue, never relinquishing ownership of her nipple. Pausing at her belly button, he reached under her, and with strong arms, brought raft and all up from the water. She cried out when he sucked her navel ring into his mouth and awarded her a sharp unceremonious bite.
“Look at this pussy that is mine. So needy and swollen. Such a delectable red. Tell me pet, what is it that you desire?”
“Your tongue please, Sir.” Her body writhed with every word. A serpent, wrapping a tree limb.
His tongue on her pussy was hot, in spite of her scorching skin. Burning hot. Ripples of lust inside her body matched the torrent of water on the outside. Feet slipping, she pushed against the fluctuating surface in vain. “Oh, please Sir. I need you deeper … please?”
Her Dominant thrust his tongue fully inside her and curled it upward. Flexing his arms, he raised her floating body closer, burying his nose in her folds. His growl started low, a rumble from the beginning of time and ended in a shudder so needy, he nearly lost his footing. He lapped at her like a starving dog, spreading her fleshy lips. Then plunged his tongue into her again. And again. And again.
“PleaseSirmayIcome?!?” Her words strung together as one, rushed out as she fought against the beginnings of orgasm.
“Yes slut.” His permission granted against her already soaked cunt.
Tightening her grip, she pulled against her perceived restraints and convulsed with release. The raft bent in half and water flowed over her hips and thighs, but Sir didn’t let go. He submerged right along with her and held fast until her trembling stilled.
Finally coming up for air, Sir leveled his gaze on her, watching as she licked her lips and regained composure. Cocking an eyebrow, he waited patiently.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“My pleasure, pet. Good girl.”
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Sun Kissed
2 1/2 ounces Citrus Rum
1 1/2 ounces Triple Sec
Splash of Grenadine
Dash of Lime Juice
Add ingredients to an ice filled cocktail shaker. Shake well. Strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with a lime twist.
Enjoy!
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I see them
and my bra suddenly becomes too tight. My chest spasms with sweet visions and I cannot breathe. You dare to awaken places with visible imprints and invisible hands. Fancy patterns cling where whispering motions once moved. Basement shoes to fuck on swaying hips and choking words.
I see them
and I am gone. Back, tripping clumsily down memory lane. Smooth sailing was never our way. No. Fifty Shades of Grey is more like it. Bumps, jarring potholes and loud growls are on the path we follow. It just suits us better. Doesn’t it?
I see them
and I am transported by reindeer to clover fields under the rainbow. Somewhere over them, too. Everywhere. Nowhere. Turn left and move through the looking glass. Yes, there. Now, everything is right.
I see them
and I see you.
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Black Rose
2 ounces Rum
1 tsp Sugar
Cold Black Coffee
Add rum and sugar to a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake until sugar is dissolved. Pour everything into a rocks tumbler. Fill with cold black coffee.
Enjoy!
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Thank you for the lovely photo above to: Dekilah
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Open up your favorite bottle of wine, pour a generous glass, sit back, relax and savor the flavors while perusing these photos to your heart’s content!
Enjoy!
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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