Showing posts with label SSS. Show all posts
Showing posts with label SSS. Show all posts

Sunday, September 15, 2013

In the Flames of the Fire of Truth is on #SexySnippets ~ September 15, 2013


Well, hello everyone and welcome to my maiden voyage with Sexy Snippets hosted by my friends across the pond. Seven sexy sentences are the limit and are taken from a work in progress or published book, article or story brought to you every Sunday. I submit for your pleasure seven sexy sentences from a story I wrote for Saturday AfterDark Moments I blogged just yesterday based on the photo below. To read the full story follow the link title:  


We cannot deny the strength of our desires,

For we are the ones who seek the pleasure of the truth.
And when our bodies burn for one another

We cannot turn away,
But fly instead into the center of the heat.

For if we are burned, it will be because we sought
All that was real and strong and good.

Because we knew the power of attraction and how we felt
As our flesh grew and yearned as one.

So do not fear that which we know is special.
And do not turn or run from lust or love so pure and true.

That would deny the essence of our beings
And keep us from the fire of truth we build.

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There you have it: Seven Sexy Sentences on Sunday.  Now follow the #sexysnippets link to all the other participating authors and read their entertainment morsels, but not before you leave me a comment, please.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Official Six Sentence Sunday (SSS), 9/18/2011 ~ The Story of Us

SYNOPSIS:  High school sweethearts are reunited by the Internet which results in them preparing for their own private reunion.  Having exchanged titillating emails Tanya, now 60, doesn’t want Mick to see her until it is too late for him to retreat. 
The Story of Us

She reached for Mick, but he held both her wrists above her head with his right gorgeous manly hand as his left hand continued on the pleasure cruise of his tormenting delight.

She writhed and arched, begged and pleaded, nearly cried with the agony and pleasure of the freezing pain. At once, thinking that he would put an end to the torment, he pushed her legs, muscles taunt, apart.  Hoping he would embrace her and warm her with his touch, she opened her eager legs.  With astonishing speed, he pushed ice cube after ice cube up her flared and honeyed pussy until she whimpered and surrendered to him.

Just as quickly and with precision accuracy, Mick rolled onto Tanya and drove his aching cock into her freezing pussy.


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Sunday, September 11, 2011

Official Six Sentence Sunday (SSS), 9/11/2011 ~ A Veteran's Valentine

Synopsis:  A young Marine, on R & R from Vietnam, is quietly seated at Luke's Lounge supper club in Northern California having a cocktail and smoking a cigar.  A beautiful woman, soaked to the bone during the hard rain, looking mean and wanting a dirty martini, arrives alone.  Moving to the full bar for a seat, the Marine rises to give her his barstool.  Unimpressed by his gentlemanly manners, she soon recognizes his chivalry, and a few other things, repaying his kindnesses.  
A Veteran's Valentine
She began to come in her hand: two fire-red tipped fingers plunged inside of her pussy and her red-tipped thumb found the pearl of her existence.  She worked herself into frenzied hot passion as she imagined Dj kissing her and holding her breasts, pinching her nipples, bending to suck her areole and bite her nipples.  Her hardened nipples made an appearance under her silk blouse.  God!  Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God and she released a moan with her breath as she gripped her thighs tightly together, pushed, quivered, contracted and came.  She stood like that for a few seconds then relaxed as she rotated her head and released her neck muscles.  She felt like a new woman: a woman that could devote some quality time to the man at hand: DJ. 


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Sunday, September 4, 2011

Official Six Sentence Sunday (SSS), 9/4/2011 ~ A Good Day of Fishing

Synopsis:  A mild manner fisherman, out on his newly purchased 18’ Sea Ray, languishes in the setting sun while lake fishing. Hearing someone singing "Rollin', rollin, rollin down the river," in the distance, he heard, moments later, an explosion nearby which forces him to rescue two stunned beauties only to discover they were Jet Skiing naked.  Feeling indebted, they repay his chivalry.


A Good Day of Fishing

          He wasn’t quite sure what was where— there were flowing strands of auburn curly and blonde straight hair, intertwined and woven between legs and arms and pussies, fingers and ruby red lips. He had never ever never in all his sixty years seen anything like this.
And the girls kept at it. They seemed to like knowing that he was watching them as they flung their hair off of their cheeks, out of the way so he could see them each separate the pink, wet lips of their soft, throbbing mounds, baring the little hard pearls of clits as they stuck their tongues in each other’s vaginas. He watched them as they skillfully drove their tongues in hard, driving circles around their clits and fully filled labia. He could not help himself, he was caught in the motion of the boat, the magic of their lovemaking, never realizing he was beating and pounding himself off as he devoured this vision of fluid passion between two of the hottest creatures he had ever seen:  Sweet Jesus....

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Sunday, August 28, 2011

Official Six Sentence Sunday (SSS), 8/28/11 ~ The Park


Official Six Sentence Sunday (SSS), 8/28/11 ~ The Park 


“I have been dreaming of loving you for so long,
I cannot remember a time when I didn’t." 

He bent forward and used the thong to cover her beautiful eyes; as Lovie watched Travis, she was alarmed, but trusting ... she took a deep breath in fevered anticipation until the room went black from her thong.
Travis moved back down her torso; he inhaled her beauty, her fragrance, and tasted her perspiration with his eager tongue. He wanted to engage all of his senses on Lovie now, so he would have the experience of her complete womanliness to draw upon in the lonely days and nights his future would inevitably bring. He was hard again, she could tell, as his swollen cock and dangling balls preceded him in his journey down her torso to the blonde mound she kept trimmed and nestled safely between her legs. He imagined her swollen pussy, tight and dripping with her slippery wetness, eager for his hard entry. Lovie, and room service, would have to wait until he satisfied his taste for her.


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Sunday, August 21, 2011

Official Six Sentence Sunday (SSS) ~ 8/21/11~ Cardiac Nurse Natalie

Official Six Sentence Sunday (SSS), 8/21/11 ~ Cardiac Nurse Natalie




Cardiac Nurse Natalie

I leaned over him, as if this were an everyday occurrence, to switch off the light; he barely whispered, “No, leave it on.”  I stopped above him, frozen. The V of my uniform opened more, belying my calm and exposing my rising breasts; my quickening breath. I whimpered as he pulled me down, burying his face in my cleavage. He gently kissed each breast as he unbuttoned my uniform. I watched him as he slipped the sleeves off my shoulders; he glanced at my nametag; 
”Nurse Natalie, you are about to be a very bad girl.”

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