My latest collaboration with Sammie Maxwell:
A saucy tale of office revenge.
Alex is having a frustrating day. Someone is leaving him sexy notes, but who?
Now available on Amazon
The Crazy Worlds of Misty Carlisle
My latest collaboration with Sammie Maxwell:
A saucy tale of office revenge.
Alex is having a frustrating day. Someone is leaving him sexy notes, but who?
Now available on Amazon
This month, the cats have come to teach us about love.
There are many forms of love
Motherly love – when we give of ourselves so the younger generation has a chance
Brotherly love – when we support each other in our trials
Love transcends color
It transcends living in different apartments
Love drives us to help each other
And protect our loved ones from the dangers of
Paperwork,
Typing
And reading too much about the world online
We can show our love through kisses,
Songs
And hugs
So get out there and cuddle someone.
There is a sense that to be sexy, especially as a woman, you have to show skin.
Not just any skin,
cleavage, breasts and butts need to be seen.
I say it ain’t so.
Sexy can be fully clothed
Sexy is competent
Sexy is fierce
Sexy is confident
Sexy is young
Sexy is old
Sexy is old fashioned
Sexy is… sexy
The brutes pinned me to the bed with my hands zip tied to the bed posts. I would have removed the mattress to make it less comfortable, but to each their own.
“Not so full of yourself, now, are you?” The brute on the left asked. They guy was a walking, talking cliche.
I stuck my tongue out at him. He laughed. Whatever. I’d been trained for situations like this. My head was filled with confidential information and they had no way to get it out of me. If I died under their torture, so be it. By now, half the information would have been nullified anyway. The moment I went missing all the pass codes would change and I missed my check in half an hour ago.
The door opened and the goons snapped to attention. Oh, good. The main man himself was coming.
Only she wasn’t a man.
Her dress, if you could even call it that, barely covered the important bits. She had more cleavage than a cheer leading squad. Her legs went all the way up.
She moved without sound, like a ghost. The guy’s sneakers clicked on the floor, but not her stilettos. A wave of her hand and it was just the two of us behind a locked door. Then I knew fear. She didn’t have to say a thing and I knew by the end of the night I’d tell her everything and enjoy every minute of it.
I wouldn’t go without a fight.
She’d still win.
She already had the attention of my cock. He was at attention and doing his best to unzip my jeans. The zip ties cut into my wrists.
She sauntered along side the bed and looked me up and down. Her grin said she liked what she saw. I gave her the same assessment. Yeah, this would be the most fun I’d ever have in an interrogation.
“Well, now.” She ran a finger down my chest. “The boys really are stupid, but they have good taste.”
I had to control my breathing. “What do you mean?”
“I already have everything I need from your company.” She walked her fingers back up my stomach. “So I’ll give you a choice. We can play this out and you’ll have one of the best orgasms of your life, of I just let you go and berate my silly boys for bringing me something useless.”
Considering I was already halfway there, you can guess what I chose. She teased me horribly. Nipping at my nipples through my shirt, getting me almost off with a hand job over my jeans. Then it got interesting.
She straddled me, with my cock still contained, and ripped my shirt open. Her hands on my chest sent a fire to my cock. I bucked under her, but there was nothing I could do about it. She sucked each nipple until it was as hard and ready to fuck her as my cock.
“Don’t struggle too much, if you want to keep your hands.”
It took all my will to stay still. I didn’t even feel the pain in my wrists anymore. I didn’t feel anything that she didn’t touch. Except my cock which strained against my jeans.
Her hands moved slowly down my sides tracing fire everywhere she touched. I had to concentrate on holding still. She moved lower and found the waistband of my jeans. With the way she teased, I was sure they would just burn away. They weren’t that accommodating. I let out a moan as she toyed with the button. She toyed some more.
“Gods woman—”
She put a finger to my lips, bringing her cooch over my trapped cock. She waited until I nodded. She got back down to my jeans and popped the button. Then opened the zipper one tooth at a time. My eyes rolled back as my cock sprang free. But she wasn’t done yet. She worked my jeans down over my hips and just far enough to bind my legs.
She rose to her feet, somehow no longer in those stilettos, still straddling me and shimmied out of her panties. Oh what a sight that was. The kind the priests tell you will make you go instantly blind. The priests are only half right. I can still see, but I don’t care about anything except that pretty pink cunt. I don’t want to see anything else.
I watched her lower herself like the big glowing ball on New Years Eve. I imagined the countdown from a shuttle launch. Ten… nine… eight… She moved with such grace and deliberate speed. Three… two… one… Contact. My cock to her cunt. She slid down my shaft, taking almost all of it. Then she rose up, pulling a whimper from my throat. Down again, this time crashing to a halt when her ass met my balls and I was fully consumed.
Her hips rolled and her cunt slid along my cock, pumping it from base to tip. Slow at first, then increasing the speed. Increasing the stimulation. I couldn’t hold still. My hips bucked against hers.
No objection from her this time. We found a rhythm. Bucking and rolling, gasping and panting. I wanted it so bad. I could feel it building. I grunted with each thrust, matching her moans.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I reared up into her and came. I could feel the pumping motion of my cock mirrored in her cunt.
“Perfect.” She whispered just before I passed out.
Hello and welcome to a new feature here. Author to Author. I’ll be introducing you to some of the fabulous author’s I’ve met in my writing adventures.
First up: RA Winter.
RA has lived in five different countries (include the US – several states in fact). She’s lived in sky scrapers and in villages without running water. She’s even been the village crazy lady just for having a conversation with a horse. So it shouldn’t come as any surprise that she’s a flexible and creative author.
Your series A Kiowa in Love is about a Native American Orphan. Did you come across any specific challenges in writing from this perspective?
Info dumping a different culture and thought processes while also being respectful of a disappearing way of life. My characters are torn between their cultural roots and modern society. Respect has to be shown for ideas and their heritage even if the characters don’t show it.
What would you do differently the next time? I wouldn’t chose a specific tribe. My main character is adopted by a Kiowa mother and learns her traditions. I think I would make him an orphan for his whole life, that way I could have him learn different heritages and not worry about someone taking offense.
Yes, sometimes being too specific can be a problem. So, do you work to an outline or plot or do you prefer just see where an idea takes you?
I use a mental outline and plot then see where it moves me. Sometimes I’ll write the beginning and the end, then fill in the middle to get from A to Z.
Then once you have the book finished, you have to publish it. How are you publishing this book and why? (*e.g. Indie, traditional or both)
I went with Indie publishing. The other books in the series were already self-published so I had to follow suit. I wish now that I had waited until at least the first three were done and publish them at the same time. But, I have no patience.
Right, patience is a thing. Do you have any amusing story about marketing books that happened to you?
Amusing? No. Horrifying? Yes. When I was writing my second book, I had to change one word in my first book. My MC had lost an arm in Afghanistan and in the first book it was his left, but in the second book, I needed it to be his right hand. So, I opened my doc, changed left to right. Then noticed that I had a lot of manuscript copies on my harddrive. So I deleted all of them then uploaded the book. Two weeks later, I figured out that I had changed a pre-proofread draft and deleted all of my good copies! I was horrified! It took weeks to rewrite my first book. I still apologies for that today and it hurt me as a writer.
One last thing. Is being a writer a gift or a curse?
Depends on your personality and life situation. I’m an insomniac and even when I can sleep, I find myself puttering away on the computer until my eyes blur. I often find myself going over my plot to the point of distraction. I can’t rest when I have a story to tell.
RA Winter, began her writing career under her married name, writing genealogy books. However, her love for reading romance novels intruded in on her daily activities. She started writing “Little Sparrow” and fell in love with her characters and is writing many more books in the Romantic Western series, “A Kiowa in Love”. Each one of Grandfather’s grandchildren will have their story told, as will Grandfather himself.
RA spent many years traveling the world and has lived in many different countries. Turkey, Egypt, Germany, and Jordan, have all been called “home” at one time or another. She’s even been employed as a Federal Agent. Now you can find her quietly living in Pittsburgh, Pa, with her husband, writing her next novel about Grandfather and Lilly, a lively story where Lilly’s dead husband’s ghost haunts her, tormenting her at every glance.
FYI… Dingle eats him in the second chapter but can’t keep him down, or out of the spaghetti sauce. Paranormal humor at its best; romance stilted by two opposing forces. An Italian ghost and a Native American spirit come head to head. Who will win? Due out in 2017.
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Little Sparrow, A Kiowa in Love is a sensual romance, about finding love after loss.
Painted Girl, A Kiowa in Love is a ‘cleanish’ romance, that deals with PTSD.
RedDress Two Wives, A Kiowa in Love is a raunchy read with lots of humor.
It is a beautiful day
Sky so clear
I can reach up to the heavens
There are gifts of nature
And natural gifts
I am ready to receive.