Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Bunnie 3 is now out!
Check out the full version of my short story "Weekend Getaway" in the newly published ebook "Bunnie 3... The Great Outdoors"
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Double Play..... a little sample.
“That looks amazing!” J said to Donna. The way your corset lifts your breasts like two scoops of vanilla ice cream makes we want a lick.” Donna offered a sinister chuckle, and secretly hoped the men (and women) at the club would feel the same way. The girls were having a nite out, and were ready for some excitement. In addition to Donnas’ black, satin corset, she also wore what appeared to a size too small pink miniskirt that stretched and hugged every inch of her ass. It left very little to the imagination; actually, if you looked close enough, you could see the embossed Victoria’s Secret pressing through from the lettering on her thong. Completing her outfit was a pair of 5 inch patent leather stiletto’s, with a long pointed toe, reminiscent of the devil’s hoof… a sign of things to come perhaps.
Donna and J had the last of three shots of Jaeger before leaving Donnas’ house and heading to the club. The drive down Kalakawa Ave. was pleasant. Always is in the balmy night air of Hawaii. The humidity was thick, and she smiled as she remembered the new product for her hair J had given her. She also felt a twinge in her stomach as she flashed back to how good it felt when J ran her fingers full of product through Donnas’ hair; both were naked after showering…
Turning the Sebring convertible into the parking lot of Level 4 was always fun for Donna. “I wonder who will be here tonight” she mused as she scanned the area for cars she knew. Walking up the dimly Palm tree lined path to the club’s entrance; she saw the car of a new friends she had been chatting up at the gym. His name was Rob, and he reminded her of an older Colin Farrell. Her grin blossomed into a smile as she thought of tonight’s possibilities...
Donna and J had the last of three shots of Jaeger before leaving Donnas’ house and heading to the club. The drive down Kalakawa Ave. was pleasant. Always is in the balmy night air of Hawaii. The humidity was thick, and she smiled as she remembered the new product for her hair J had given her. She also felt a twinge in her stomach as she flashed back to how good it felt when J ran her fingers full of product through Donnas’ hair; both were naked after showering…
Turning the Sebring convertible into the parking lot of Level 4 was always fun for Donna. “I wonder who will be here tonight” she mused as she scanned the area for cars she knew. Walking up the dimly Palm tree lined path to the club’s entrance; she saw the car of a new friends she had been chatting up at the gym. His name was Rob, and he reminded her of an older Colin Farrell. Her grin blossomed into a smile as she thought of tonight’s possibilities...
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Dinner Plans..... to be continued.
Ben was swirling the scotch on the rocks, watching the amber liquid dancing off the small cubes of ice, as they clinked on the side of the glass when Monica and Sara returned. Needless to say, Ben was pleasantly surprised, as though this wasn’t the first time his wife returned with a new friend. Sara was seated next to Ben by Monica, and Monica sat next to Sara. Still visibly flushed and her heartbeat still racing from the restroom meeting, Sara raised her glass to her plump, red lips and took a good long swallow of her Cosmo.
The events of the evening so far had Sara’s head swimming, and her body was beginning to respond in a way that was very new to her. To be visibly aroused in a public place was a sort of intoxication of its own, and the drinks were beginning to remove her previous inhibitions. Ben had ordered an expensive bottle of wine, not knowing Monica had a plan of her own. The wine arrived, and Ben suggested they take it outside. This seemed like a great idea, especially since there was a Romanesque courtyard at the hotel. The night air was cool and crisp, with an endless canopy of stars, tiny luminescent dots providing just a little light. Luscious greenery was everywhere, so where Grecian columns, statues and a few tent-like objects. These were very interesting, as they were four walls of a translucent maroon material with a few sconces bearing a warming gas flame inside. Also inside were a large round bed covered in rich, red velvet and a matching loveseat. The three of them walked around the courtyard a bit, getting to know each other a little………
The events of the evening so far had Sara’s head swimming, and her body was beginning to respond in a way that was very new to her. To be visibly aroused in a public place was a sort of intoxication of its own, and the drinks were beginning to remove her previous inhibitions. Ben had ordered an expensive bottle of wine, not knowing Monica had a plan of her own. The wine arrived, and Ben suggested they take it outside. This seemed like a great idea, especially since there was a Romanesque courtyard at the hotel. The night air was cool and crisp, with an endless canopy of stars, tiny luminescent dots providing just a little light. Luscious greenery was everywhere, so where Grecian columns, statues and a few tent-like objects. These were very interesting, as they were four walls of a translucent maroon material with a few sconces bearing a warming gas flame inside. Also inside were a large round bed covered in rich, red velvet and a matching loveseat. The three of them walked around the courtyard a bit, getting to know each other a little………
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Halftime.... a sample of my latest story
Laying the lingerie laden bags on the bed, her mind began to drift towards a conversation her and her husband had awhile back. They were playing a little game called “Who would you Fuck.” During the game, Christiana mentioned how hot she thought Larry was. He was, after all, tall and very athletic, and most appealing was the fact that he was black. Besides his physical attributes, he was the life of the party; charming with a great sense of humor. Doug knew he made Christina hot; and that actually excited him.
Christina snapped out of her little daydream by the sound of Doug’s voice. He was calling from the other room and said “Hey baby, can you make some of your famous wings?” Then Larry chimed in with “Maybe you can model some of that stuff in the Frederick’s bag too!” Both men laughed and continued watching their game. Christina made her way into the kitchen, and proceeded to cover a few baking sheets with her famous buffalo wings that were marinating overnight in her homemade sauce. Opening the oven door with a potholder, she grabbed a tray and slid it on an oven rack, followed by the other tray. Setting the timer for an hour, she went back to the bedroom to unpack her shopping bags.
Laying her new outfits on the bed, Christine started to become a little flushed. She was seriously thinking of going out there in lingerie and seeing the reaction of the guys. She did have a fishnet body stocking in mind, perhaps with black “stripper shoes”. The outfit left little to the imagination, and she wondered if she really went though with the dare, what would be the outcome. As she paced back and forth, softly biting on her index finger, she heard the guys yell again. “It’s half time, we want a show!” With a stamp of her bare foot on the carpeted floor, Christine picked up the body suit...
Christina snapped out of her little daydream by the sound of Doug’s voice. He was calling from the other room and said “Hey baby, can you make some of your famous wings?” Then Larry chimed in with “Maybe you can model some of that stuff in the Frederick’s bag too!” Both men laughed and continued watching their game. Christina made her way into the kitchen, and proceeded to cover a few baking sheets with her famous buffalo wings that were marinating overnight in her homemade sauce. Opening the oven door with a potholder, she grabbed a tray and slid it on an oven rack, followed by the other tray. Setting the timer for an hour, she went back to the bedroom to unpack her shopping bags.
Laying her new outfits on the bed, Christine started to become a little flushed. She was seriously thinking of going out there in lingerie and seeing the reaction of the guys. She did have a fishnet body stocking in mind, perhaps with black “stripper shoes”. The outfit left little to the imagination, and she wondered if she really went though with the dare, what would be the outcome. As she paced back and forth, softly biting on her index finger, she heard the guys yell again. “It’s half time, we want a show!” With a stamp of her bare foot on the carpeted floor, Christine picked up the body suit...
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Ghost Whisperer irony
So I was watching Ghost Whisperer the other other night with my wife, and one of the commercials featured Billy Mays (the TV pitchman who recently died). Don't you find that rather ironic?
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Featured on Interracial Erotica
I have the priviledge of being featured on an amazing website. Please take a look at all Interracial Erotica has to offer!
Sunday, October 11, 2009
The Electric Lady... a new story in progress...
“Isn’t that the club you and your buddies used to hang out at” Leanne asked Tim as they were driving past the Electric Lady, a gentleman’s club on Bellevue Ave. “Yeah” said Tim, the corner of his mouth rising up like he was being hooked by an invisible fisherman. Tim hadn’t been there for about a year since his company had relocated out of town. “Might be fun to stop in for a drink” Leanne sheepishly suggested, “I always wondered what went on in those places.” Tim was taken aback by the suggestion; on the one hand, he reasoned, I would like to go back for old times’ sake… on the other hand, they had just come from a formal black tie party, and Leanne had a very sexy, and very revealing dress on. “Well, since you have never been there, I guess we can stop for a drink or two” said Tim. Leanne just smiled, leaning back against the leather seat of their E class, and pressing the palms of her hands against her knees…
Friday, October 9, 2009
Voyeurism... Another Day at the Office
He was, after all, a very handsome man although a bit younger than she was. “So friendly and polite too” she thought. As she sipped her coffee, she began wondering “what if” concerning Sean and her mind began to create some steamy scenarios. Before long, she had realized both her hands were slowly tracing lines on her bare thighs, as her skirt was very short to begin with. At first, she was a little nervous that someone might see her, but being the last cubicle down the hall, she would hear if anyone approached. “Well” she thought, “I’m surrounded by walls, and we are too high up for anyone to see through the window.” What she didn’t realize was that the lighting was such that it caused the wall of glass to become a giant mirror where Sean sat. He knew as well, as he had watched her before. You can read the rest here:
Dinner and a Movie... a bit of humor
Dinner and a Movie
The wife and I decided to have a date night last Friday, so off to our favorite Chinese place for some General Tso chicken then off the movie. The movie we went to see has been out for a few weeks now, so we didn’t expect a huge crowd. We were correct. Arriving at the theatre about a half our early, we decided to get our tickets and go inside. The theatre was old, reeking of stale popcorn and the 60’s décor. Did kids always work in movie houses? It was a challenge to discern who was there for Madagascar 2, or who the employees were.
Down the hall we go, reading the marquis and searching for our movie. Ah, there it is, all the way at the freakin’ end. We go inside, and there isn’t a soul in there. The only sound is the soundtrack from Polar Express playing through the speakers evenly spaced along the walls. There was a row of chairs against the back wall, with about 20 feet before the other rows started. Since I had knee surgery a few weeks ago, we sat in those seats so I could stretch my leg out. I must confess, I did feel a little guilty, since I was able to hobble fairly well without the aid of a crutch or cane. Then the procession began. A foursome entered first. 3 apparently healthy folks and one man who looked like his left leg was screwed on backwards. They paused, looked as us, smiled, and found seats in the normal section. I stretched out my leg and moaned slightly, perhaps to justify my condition. The next couple that came in had the male half limping like he just rammed his bare toe on the metal frame at the bottom of the bed. This time, I smiled as I shifted my weight in the seat from left to right, simultaneously rubbing my knee and saying “had surgery recently”. He nodded and limped off to the normal section. My wife and I looked at each other; she biting her lower lip to keep from laughing hysterically. I leaned over to her and whispered, “Do you believe this? A total of 8 people in the theatre, 3 of which have bum legs.” Before I could finish the sentence, yet a fourth man, yet a third bum leg, entered the theatre and just stood in front of us for what seemed like 5 minutes, gazing or staring into space, kinda hard to tell. Then he hobbled down to a chair on the end of the aisle, about half way down. I thought to myself “All we need are some civil war uniforms, and we can recreate the battle of Gettysburg.” Maybe a tad cruel, but nevertheless, funny in the moment. So the movie ends, and the lights begin to come up. As our eyes readjust, we hear a cavalcade of groans as the lame men begin to creak and crack, like twigs on a fall afternoon, back to the upright position. I was right there with them, making sure they knew I was indeed a crippled comrade. We were the first ones out the door, and didn’t look back; hobbling down the hall, leaving the aroma of stale popcorn far behind. What the hell were the odds of that?
The wife and I decided to have a date night last Friday, so off to our favorite Chinese place for some General Tso chicken then off the movie. The movie we went to see has been out for a few weeks now, so we didn’t expect a huge crowd. We were correct. Arriving at the theatre about a half our early, we decided to get our tickets and go inside. The theatre was old, reeking of stale popcorn and the 60’s décor. Did kids always work in movie houses? It was a challenge to discern who was there for Madagascar 2, or who the employees were.
Down the hall we go, reading the marquis and searching for our movie. Ah, there it is, all the way at the freakin’ end. We go inside, and there isn’t a soul in there. The only sound is the soundtrack from Polar Express playing through the speakers evenly spaced along the walls. There was a row of chairs against the back wall, with about 20 feet before the other rows started. Since I had knee surgery a few weeks ago, we sat in those seats so I could stretch my leg out. I must confess, I did feel a little guilty, since I was able to hobble fairly well without the aid of a crutch or cane. Then the procession began. A foursome entered first. 3 apparently healthy folks and one man who looked like his left leg was screwed on backwards. They paused, looked as us, smiled, and found seats in the normal section. I stretched out my leg and moaned slightly, perhaps to justify my condition. The next couple that came in had the male half limping like he just rammed his bare toe on the metal frame at the bottom of the bed. This time, I smiled as I shifted my weight in the seat from left to right, simultaneously rubbing my knee and saying “had surgery recently”. He nodded and limped off to the normal section. My wife and I looked at each other; she biting her lower lip to keep from laughing hysterically. I leaned over to her and whispered, “Do you believe this? A total of 8 people in the theatre, 3 of which have bum legs.” Before I could finish the sentence, yet a fourth man, yet a third bum leg, entered the theatre and just stood in front of us for what seemed like 5 minutes, gazing or staring into space, kinda hard to tell. Then he hobbled down to a chair on the end of the aisle, about half way down. I thought to myself “All we need are some civil war uniforms, and we can recreate the battle of Gettysburg.” Maybe a tad cruel, but nevertheless, funny in the moment. So the movie ends, and the lights begin to come up. As our eyes readjust, we hear a cavalcade of groans as the lame men begin to creak and crack, like twigs on a fall afternoon, back to the upright position. I was right there with them, making sure they knew I was indeed a crippled comrade. We were the first ones out the door, and didn’t look back; hobbling down the hall, leaving the aroma of stale popcorn far behind. What the hell were the odds of that?
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