Thursday, May 29, 2014

Erica's Big Day by Jake Malden ~ New Scorcher Released Today

I am not a betting slutmuffin (a sure thing has always been my pleasure) but I'll wager this new release, Erica's Big Day ~ a sure thing, from my dear friend Jake Malden sets your pants and pussies on fire. You won't be able to put it down, unless of course, you are moved to self-indulgence.....
Release Day!! What better way to prepare for the weekend than plan a 'release' ~ ☼ღஜ レo√乇 ¸.☆¨¯`*.✿.*˜"*°

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Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Memorial Day ~ Monday, May 26, 2014 ~ Last Ounce of Courage

I loved this movie. I just saw it and cried for what we have given up little by little in the name of the "Politically Correct". It takes a child to raise a village ~ perhaps to raise a Nation ~ that we honor our wounded and dead so that I am free to write this and publicize it worldwide through social media.

God Bless America and God Bless You

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Never Forget

Ever Vigilant

Freedom is not Free

 
 
 
 

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Man Rules: Who Knew? ~ Thursday May 15, 2014

I don't mean to be obtuse, but, I never knew that men came with rules. Did you? I mean, really! They never read instructions or ask for directions, so how were we supposed to know that they had RULES ~ ferchrist'ssake! Now, you have to know, girlfriend, I didn't write this, but I had a serious laugh over it!!

I can only assume that this insurgency is a direct result of a lapse between sports events. Our current schedule is filled only  with late into the night hockey and basketball playoffs. Baseball and football are in the offing, allowing some men the illusion that they have the time and intellectual prowess to compile a list of rules for women ~ for WOMEN!! Can you even believe it? I have often thought that men were all members of a suicide pact, but this proves it...without a shadow of a doubt.

But, worry not, Ladies, this list is a little like the Holy Grail. It will disappear along with all the Christmas toy assembly instructions for bicycles, trampolines, motor scooters, Little Miss Kitchens....well, you have your own long list.

So, grab your coffee and box of chocolates. I would give credit where credit is due to the poor fool who wrote this, but I don't know who he is or where he is...probably in his underground bunker somewhere, with a serious lack of oxygen since he didn't read the instructions on that either. Makes me feel a wee sorry for the bastards. They have no idea what is in store for them.


MAN RULES
AT LAST A GUY HAS TAKEN THE TIME TO WRITE THIS ALL DOWN
FINALLY, the guys' side of the story. ( I MUST ADMIT, IT'S PRETTY GOOD.)
...

WE ALWAYS HEAR 'THE RULES' FROM THE FEMALE SIDE
NOW HERE ARE THE RULES FROM THE MALE SIDE

THESE ARE OUR RULES!

PLEASE NOTE. THESE ARE ALL NUMBERED #1 ON PURPOSE!

1. MEN ARE NOT MIND READERS.

1. LEARN TO WORK THE TOILET SEAT. YOU'RE A BIG GIRL. IF IT'S UP, PUT IT DOWN. WE NEED IT UP, YOU NEED IT DOWN. YOU DON'T HEAR US COMPLAINING ABOUT YOU LEAVING IT DOWN.

1. CRYING IS BLACKMAIL.

1. ASK FOR WHAT YOU WANT. LET US BE CLEAR ON THIS ONE:

SUBTLE HINTS DO NOT WORK!
STRONG HINTS DO NOT WORK!
OBVIOUS HINTS DO NOT WORK!
JUST SAY IT!

1. YES AND NO ARE PERFECTLY ACCEPTABLE ANSWERS TO ALMOST EVERY QUESTION.

1.. COME TO US WITH A PROBLEM ONLY IF YOU WANT HELP SOLVING IT. THAT'S WHAT WE DO. SYMPATHY IS WHAT YOUR GIRLFRIENDS ARE FOR.

1. ANYTHING WE SAID 6 MONTHS AGO IS INADMISSIBLE IN AN ARGUMENT. IN FACT, ALL COMMENTS BECOME NULL AND VOID AFTER 7 DAYS.

1. IF YOU THINK YOU'RE FAT, YOU PROBABLY ARE. DON'T ASK US.

1. IF SOMETHING WE SAID CAN BE INTERPRETED TWO WAYS AND ONE OF THE WAYS MAKES YOU SAD OR ANGRY, WE MEANT THE OTHER ONE.

1. YOU CAN EITHER ASK US TO DO SOMETHING OR TELL US HOW YOU WANT IT DONE. NOT BOTH.
IF YOU ALREADY KNOW BEST HOW TO DO IT, JUST DO IT YOURSELF.

1. WHENEVER POSSIBLE, PLEASE SAY WHATEVER YOU HAVE TO SAY DURING COMMERCIALS.

1. CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS DID NOT NEED DIRECTIONS AND NEITHER DO WE...

1. ALL MEN SEE IN ONLY 16 COLORS, LIKE WINDOWS DEFAULT SETTINGS..
PEACH, FOR EXAMPLE, IS A FRUIT, NOT A COLOR. PUMPKIN IS ALSO A FRUIT. WE HAVE NO IDEA WHAT MAUVE IS.

1. IF WE ASK WHAT IS WRONG AND YOU SAY 'NOTHING,' WE WILL ACT LIKE NOTHING'S WRONG. WE KNOW YOU ARE LYING, BUT IT IS JUST NOT WORTH THE HASSLE.

1. IF YOU ASK A QUESTION YOU DON'T WANT AN ANSWER TO, EXPECT AN ANSWER YOU DON'T WANT TO HEAR..

1. WHEN WE HAVE TO GO SOMEWHERE, ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING YOU WEAR IS FINE...REALLY.

1.. DON'T ASK US WHAT WE'RE THINKING ABOUT UNLESS YOU ARE PREPARED TO DISCUSS SUCH TOPICS AS FOOTBALL OR MOTOR SPORTS.

1. YOU HAVE ENOUGH CLOTHES.

1 .. YOU HAVE TOO MANY SHOES.

1. I AM IN SHAPE. ROUND IS A SHAPE!

1.. THANK YOU FOR READING THIS. YES, I KNOW, I HAVE TO SLEEP ON THE COUCH TONIGHT.. BUT DID YOU KNOW MEN REALLY DON'T MIND THAT? IT'S LIKE CAMPING...

PASS THIS TO AS MANY MEN AS YOU CAN - TO GIVE THEM A LAUGH...

PASS THIS TO AS MANY WOMEN AS YOU CAN - TO GIVE THEM A BIGGER LAUGH, BECAUSE ITS TRUE!





Why are women like a hurricane?
 
Because when we arrive, we are wet and wild
and
When we leave, we take your house, your car, your kids and all yo' money


Scorched earth, ladies, scorched earth


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Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Thursday Taster, May 15, 2014 ~ Cheerleaders in Heat

I toyed with the idea of introducing you to an erotic adaptation of Puss and Boots that I am wrapping up, or diving back into the cesspool created by my favorite WIP Cheerleaders in Heat. A fairy tale or tale of tails aplenty?

Well, you guessed appropriately. Here at the end of Chapter 6, things run the gammut of amook. The four ladies afternoon "tea party" was interrupted by Cherie's new boyfriend, Juan, and three of his best friends all sporting ready packages that would please any woman, or any number of women any number of times. Our redhead, Cherie had planned on it just being Juan and the four slutmuffins; she never guessed the twist Juan's added three hungry campaneros would make on what should have been a fun-filled Sunday afternoon fuckfest.
 
Grab your fins and snorkel gear for the cesspool is filled to the brim with trim, "eager to please" whomever wagers their purity for prurient pleasure. The cheerleaders are
In.The.House.
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Chapter Six
Here Cum the Guys
“Now my balls, open that pretty little rat hole and take my ballsack, too. Do it, now before I fill you with my seed,” Nicholas demanded as he watched Carlos hold Daniela by her boyish hips and ram the little one repeatedly in her ass with his cock. He thought he was going to need some Exstacy soon to bounce back fast and often at this pace.
 
Both Carlos and Nicholas came in screaming waves of Spanish expletives. The women were sore, beaten and resigned of will by the Exstacy. They were both fearful at first; the initial tone at the outset after the men’s arrival was clearly threatening, but Dani and Sandy knew their acceptance and need of the men only changed because of the drug. The other two girls didn’t know that they had been slipped a roofie in the wine for the both of them. They couldn’t know that Sandy had set them up for a wild afternoon and wouldn’t understand why they were hyper-sexually responsive to these savage degenerates. They no doubt had shifted into a kind of sexual survival mode, unable to resist the temptation of the sex but fearfully submissive in spite of the terror.

Carlos yelled to Juan in the bathroom, “Juan, did you bring any Exstacy?”

Si, Carlos, check the bag on the table by the front door. There is plenty for you and Nicholas and the two putanas,” he shouted back over his shoulder.

Carlos pulled out of Dani with a slurping pop, sending Dani into a giggling fit while she rolled onto her back and he went for the bag. Finding the vial, he opened the small bottle and took a swig as he walked back to Dani. She refused, holding up her hand, saying they had had some earlier, but he insisted thinking it was a lie. She shook her head ‘no’ but he grabbed her hair, yanked her head back and said, “Open that cockhole.” She did, swallowing some of the drug and he handed the rest to his friend. His compero, Nicholas, smiled wickedly as he poured some down Sandy's throat, watching it mix with his cum, before he swallowed the rest.

The two women, both laying on their backs on the floor after taking a second dose of Exstacy, rolled into one another and shared an eager kiss, deeply tonguing each other to the delight of the men. They had been eager to get their hands on one another since getting the wine glasses in the kitchen. Sandy was on top of Dani and Nicholas demanded that she turn around so the women could eat each other out. Carlos sat in front of Dani’s legs and pulled her onto his cock so he could fuck her and watch as Sandy flared her pussy to suck on Dani’s clit. Nicholas knelt behind Sandy’s round butt orbs and fucked her snatch as his balls dangled in Dani’s face while she ate and sucked Sandy’s clit, rolling it between her teeth and flicking it with the tip of her dick-hard tongue. The women wiggled and grinded their pussies into the others face and the men’s drug enforced Maypoles. Good God, if it got any better, neither had ever had it and the men could barely keep from cumming, the view from above so delightful.

The women had both cum in a matter of minutes, the men prolonging their explosions until they could no longer hold back, the impact of the Exstacy immediate and the vantage points watching the women an irresistible high as well. Before they exhausted in a puddle of quivery flesh, arms and legs, they heard quite a commotion coming from the back of the apartment.

While the four of them were busy lost in their own fuckfest in the living room, they didn’t know, and didn’t much care about, what was happening in the bath or bedroom; they couldn’t foresee what was about to spiral the afternoon from hardcore decadent sex into the face of demon darkness and powerful, virulent violence.

The first scream pierced the revelry in the living room, bringing everything to a grinding halt and snapping the men in to automatic high alert.

 

 
 
 
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Friday, April 11, 2014

Flash Fiction Friday, April 11, 2014 ~ Passionata

Flash Fiction Friday: 100 words - one inspirational photograph for all participating authors. This is a beautiful photo by Trish Causey. If this doesn't inspire ones muse, I surely don't know what will. Is she dead? Has she surrendered to a lover, a captor or reunited with an ex? You can take this photo anywhere you want.

Read what I was inspired to write then sashay over to read what the other participating authors were moved to write by this picture. They are listed below under the author's link or listed one by one. As always, your comments inspire us to continue. Ours is a solitary life working with our computers to express our own passions. So your comments feed our Muse and are greatly appreciated. Enjoy! xo

Accreditation: Trish Causey
Passionata
In the darkness, he slipped his fingers under the thin straps of her dress. It fell, without resistance, to the floor in a silken puddle. Frozen, the electricity from his touch suspended her breath in a mesmeric grip. She melted under his fingertips and he caught her as her knees buckled under her passions.
 
Powerless, she folded against him; his body molded under her, seated, with her legs open, her core exposed across his lap. 
 
He inhaled her aroma igniting an irreversible explosion, a volcano, within her that fired her every pore with ravenous desire. 
 
She surrendered to her wings.



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Thursday, April 10, 2014

Thursday Taster, April 10, 2014 ~ The Little Mermaid: An Erotic Adaptation

The Little Mermaid, written by Hans Christian Anderson in 1836, speaks to the coming of age of Princess Ariel, Sea Royalty as she is the youngest daughter to the mighty Sea King. Now, when HCA wrote this wonderful piece, I doubt he thought I would ever come along and write an erotic adaptation. But, I did indeed. It has been accepted by Ravenous Romance for an upcoming Erotic Fairytale Anthology. I am thrilled.

This Thursday Taster picks up where we left off last week, after the wreck of the Prince's ship and his rescue by Princess Ariel, who lays sleeping across his chest, exhausted, when he awakes. The wicked, vengeful Hermione waits, watches and listens to his prayers then plans the revenge against Princess Ariel's father, the Sea King, who has banished her from his Ocean Kingdom. Please let me know what you think by leaving a comment, then plunge in the prurient pool pf my writing partners and visit their Tasters, now that your appetite has been wet. Follow the link or visit them one-by-beautiful-one listed below. Now, dip your toe into my tidal-pool......Enjoy!! xo

Hermione ~ Queen of the Saltwater Sirens
A Wicked Water Witch and Fallen Court Confident

Sometime much later, when the winds had lost their fury, the seas had claimed its bounty and the sun opened the morning sky with the knife of a warm golden ray, the Prince awoke slowly, embraced by the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He soon realized but not for her, he would have perished with his ship and crew. He memorized her every inch tho her mountains of flaxen hair lain in golden curls across her face and his chest. Quite gently he pushed the amber ribbons from her face to spy the loveliness he had seen the night before. She was adorned in jewels and sea bounty, shells and coral. Her skin the color of pearls and her lips flushed with scarlet roses lead to the unmistakable curve of her breasts, cupped in iridescent shells and tied with a chain of sea roses and flowers. His heart beat rapidly with the hearts of a thousand doves and his pulse flushed with fire through his body as he felt a familiar stir in his loins. Oh, to have this beauty would be an honor of unbelievable proportion.  Beautiful and clearly royal, she was but half of a woman’s body and where the nip of her tiny waist widened to her hips, was covered in the elegant, shimmering scales of a fishtail.  

Oh, to be blessed by such a creature only to be denied his passion was cruel and painful for he loved her quite immediately. He closed his arms around her and began to cry silently, sending up a prayer of thanks for having his life spared but also of recrimination that he should befall to the charms of a woman that could never return his love. Hermione heard his quiet prayers which gave her, much to her liking, a sinister idea. Such a notion could easily be explained as agreeable in nature and helpful while under the guise of not perhaps being well thought-out. Who could hold her responsible for the folly of these two star-crossed lovers thrown together not by her own hand but that of the Gods at will! Who was the Sea King to question the will of the Gods…………and love? 

With that, Hermione went to the young human man who whimpered into the fair-haired curls of his beloved. She rode the dancing turquoise currents, collecting seashells, sea-flowers and colored coral. As she closed the distance, the transformation began: her tail ~ glistening scales falling away like glitter and long…supple…graceful ~ was now two lengths of elegant limbs upon which she stood. Through the ribbons of her hair, painted by the ocean depths with an onyx shimmer, she wove her sea treasures. Her skin, decorated, bronze and silken, glistened with a hunger to be touched. And her natural eagerness increased with human ache, passion, desire.
She crawled upon the crag, bent to touch the human male’s tear-stained cheek and sang soulfully, tenderly about love and longing. The young man looked upon her, impressed by her dark commanding beauty and seduced by her tantric voice. 

She spoke in low tones, subtle and slow, “The little mermaid you hold so close to your heart is a Royal Princess, honored youngest daughter to the Sea King known as Princess Ariel, fifth in the line of heirs to the Royal Wealth of Riches in the Sea Bountiful. I am not sure he would approve of your so intimate a coupling.”
 
 
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Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Tantalyzing Tuesday Teasers, April 8, 2014 ~ The Cellist

Ah ha!! It is Tantalyzing Tuesday and I don't know about you but I have missed my weekly challenges and the inspiration of my prurient partners. It's been so long! Remember? The skill involves selecting a photograph of one's own choice and writing a 200 word story, a bit like trying to get 10 pounds into any two pound bag!

Today I have imaged a beautiful cellist, a lifetime away, but only separated by a wall, and a private housebound admirer. Is he crippled by shyness, a broken body, agoraphobia or just inexperienced around women? We won't know for he will never meet the object of his passions and she will continue to come and go in his silence leaving her beauty, fragrance and music hanging in her absence.

Tell me what you think in the comments section below then do, please, go visit the other participating authors to see what they have prepared for you in a mere 200 words or less based upon a photo of their choosing. They are listed below as notes of a concerto, one-by-one on a sheet on music or by the link. A demain, mes amis. Enjoy!! xo

The Cellist
He watched her arrive, every day, for the many years. She moved with the elegant slow motion of wedding-lace in the breeze: softly responding to the wind, impediments and children playing noisily in the street. She carried her violoncello case in her small grip, gracefully dodging any hindrance. He lost sight of her on the threshold when her key awakened the latch in the door with a worn tumble. He could only imagine her stature as her measured footsteps on the carpeted stairs announced her arrival beyond his door. 
 
She was so beautiful. 
 
She was graceful and refined, self-assured in her demeanor and wore her striking splendor with bearing. In the room above him, he heard her entrance as her melodic cadence carried her through the apartment to the front window for her lesson.
 
He settled just below her in his own bay-window to listen and dream of her before him, stroking her cello, creating music; it was for him alone she played. She leaned into her music, her golden hair falling across her breast, as he felt every caress, every change in tempo, every vibrato her bow seduced from the instrument. 
 
So compelling was her image, he silently wept......again today. 

 
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Thursday, February 27, 2014

Flash Fiction Friday, February 28, 2014 ~ Have We Met?

So, we remodelled our bar and restaurant when I was just a young thing, my husband, brute and buff, on a ladder in shorts bare naked from the waist up. Lemme tell you right now, there is nothing like a man in the moment of heat and sweat that is covered in sprinkles of perspiration sparkling in the fractured sunlight with his ripped chest, heaving for breath. Holy Mother of Man, give me that one, please!
 
And the less they suspect about how they crank us up, the better. Soooooooooo, that is just the story I have told for this photo and this poor bastard. Ha! Good Samaritan that he is, I think he is going to fair prettttttttty well, in the end. Me also thinks he may know her and she may have been watching him for some time then gotten herself more than just a little worked up as he remodelled the diner. But, I could be wrong.
 
Have a salty read and then sashay over to my nasty network of authors friends and read what this photo drove them to write! You can find them on the link below or listed one-by-beautiful-one like a tasty menu of lip-smakin' milkshakes. Leave a comment if you enjoy our work, especially mine........love you! 
 
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Have we Met?
He worked up a sweat trimming the new countertop when it started to pour rain. He heard a soft thud against the door, looked to see her slump, agony on her face. He bolted, unlocked the diner door and lifted her off the threshold.
 
“My ankle…....”
 
“Let me help you……”
 
He collected her body in his arms easily, felt her breasts against his chest, and perched her gently on the counter to examine her ankle when she wrapped her legs around his waist then pulled him into her breast.
 
"Whaaaaaaaa.......?"
 
“You’re half-naked, sweaty-hot.....just the way I wanna fuck my hero.”
 
Easy-peasy......booyah!!
 
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Monday, February 24, 2014

Tantalyzing Tuesday Teasers, February 25, 2014 ~ The Interruption

Tantalyzing Tuesday finds me postulating the arousal that an invigorating work-out with a great looking trainer can ignite. Have you ever come home, not tired and spent from your run or work-out, but hot, sexy and ready to roll? Well, if this wee (200 words ~ one photo) story doesn't get to you, the music, Siren by Red Delicious, will work you up.

Well, my heroine did, and so did I. Have a fun read then jog over to my prurient partners and see what they have to taunt, titilate and tantalize. You'll be able to find all my awesome writer friends listed under the link or one by one just above the area thoughtfully provided for you to leave me a comment. Thanks for visiting. Enjoy, this one is a little less ethereal........xo
 
The interruption
Your back to me, I saw you at your desk working intently. Fresh from the gym, I immediately remembered my trainer, a long blonde beauty with million-dollar-legs that might wrap nicely around your waist, her neatly trimmed bush tight against your waist. We’d showered together after our workout: so pretty, so curvy with lovely hands and arousing nipples that tempt me. The fantasy made me focus on you even more. 

Your office reflected your style; the blended aroma of leather, cashmere and male was intoxicating. I was hot, wet to my core. I stood in the hallway and thought about your hard, thick penis buried in my scarlet mouth. Trembling, I slipped off my clothes in the hall; only my red stilettos remained, then closed the distance.
 
I placed my palm at the base of your neck then ran my fingernails over the soft curve of your scull and grabbed a handful of your hair. I pulled your head back and as I bent to place my lips on yours I inhaled the heady, exhilarating smell of fresh bread, pipe-tobacco and brandy that was you.
 
I whispered breathlessly into your eager mouth as I straddled your growing lap.....“Pardon the interruption”

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Friday, February 21, 2014

Flash Fiction Friday, February 21, 2014 ~ Without You

Flash Fiction Friday yet again here at Will Blog for Sex. The photo below (I just love it!!!) is the common inspiration subject for all participating writers about which the challenge is to write a 100 word story in brief. It isn't as easy as it sounds. The weekly exercise is designed to develop writing skills of brevity, words selected for the maximum description and effect. Get to the point of your story artfully, concisely with the most impact.

I think I accomplished that this week, so I hope you enjoy my piece. If you do, please leave me a comment below and then have a saunter over to my sensuous co-writer friend's blogs to read how this very same photo inspired them. They are listed below like heartbeats shared between lovers: one special one at a time.

Enjoy Without You.........

Without You

“I will die before you if you deny me love…” she whispered, as he caught her descent while she weakened.
 
“No, darling, please, not now…….not ever! I can….I do love you!” he prayed into her hair.
 
She felt his palms upon her arched neck and his lips upon her forehead which ignited the passion that gripped her heart and soul. The tendrils of possession embraced her body and left their mark. The obsession she felt spread and left her defenseless against her resolve to be but his or no one’s. 
 
She shared one breath, his; without it she would perish.
 
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