Month September 2016

Angel’s Lips, Snips, and Tips

51a2uyjr2zlInspired by the song Lips of an Angel by Hinde

“Angel’s Lips, Snips, and Tips,” I said when I picked up the phone in my salon in Syracuse. It was past closing time, and I should have let it go to voicemail. There was silence at the other end. “Hello? Can I help you?”

“Joe? It’s me.”

Angel. Her voice hit me like a punch to the gut, knocking me into the rolling chair behind the desk. It took a minute to recover and find my voice. “Honey, why you calling me so late?”

She said nothing as she cried on the other end of the phone.

“Is everything okay? It’s kinda hard to talk right now.” I glanced over my shoulder. “Maria’s in the back room. She’d kill me if she found out I was talking to you.” (more…)

Jenny’s Awakening

512nlfftmalJenny Negles yawned as she fumbled to get her keys out of her purse while balancing the bookbag slung over her other shoulder. It was heavy with her laptop, an ancient thing, and several textbooks. Her back ached from the strain, and she kept having to roll her shoulder to keep it from slipping off.

“Come on,” she whispered, her keys in hand but one of the jagged teeth had caught on something in her purse and refused to come out. “Not now, I want to get to bed.”

Before her stood the door to her dorm room. Jenny let her head slump forward, banging against the painted-white door, rattling it on its hinges. She tugged again on her key while an errant strand of her black hair spilled down her cheek. It was supposed to be pulled back with the rest of her locks into her ponytail, but after a day of classes and an evening studying in the library, several tresses had escaped her scrunchy’s imprisonment.

“Come on,” Jenny muttered, hating her hair escaping. Her hair should be neat. It needed to be combed.

The young coed, attending her second year of college at Washington State University in Pullman, just west of the Idaho border. She liked the school and mascot—Go Cougars!—but right now what she would really like was to pull her keys out before she lost her bookbag and broke her most prized possession—her laptop. (more…)

Valentine Dreams

51hgjub0lBecky could actually hear her own heart pounding. The air seemed to move as the woman spoke. Every hair on Becky’s body felt lifted and pulled at the same time, as if the visitor’s presence alone had become a palpable touch. Ethereal fingertips brushed across her neck before dancing down her spine in an indescribable bouquet of sensation. Warmth expanded in her chest, rushing toward her abdomen before leaping across each of her toes.

What’s happening to me?

Becky watched the woman levitate herself into the chair only a few inches from her own, the same perfect posture pressing her breasts outward and hinting at the nipples below. The overpoweringly seductive scent. The woman’s knees touched and turned inward, letting the fabric of her dress brush against Becky’s. She leaned her elbow on the table and rested her chin on the back of her hand, staring with what could only be described as rapt fascination.

“I’m Valentine,” the woman said.

Becky licked her lips, nerves frayed. She didn’t want to move her legs farther away but she wasn’t quite ready to move them closer either. “Like the day?” Her flush deepened. How could I say something so stupid? (more…)

Replay Book 2: Triple Play

5118egqmupl“Why me?”

One corner of his mouth curved upwards.  “Yer book,” he said.  “I wanted tae meet ye and was willing tae pay for the privilege.”

“Um.  Thank you.  I think.”  She wondered if he had a sub who’d benefitted from the experiences and research that she shared online.  She had let her followers know that a book was coming, had kept them updated on her progress.  The manuscript was done, but only her publisher had seen it.

Micheil dipped his head at the Replay owner, who was ordering punishment for a slave girl.  “St. Leger told me that ye command a hefty appearance fee.  My offer was purely a guess.  Since ye agreed tae the terms, I take it that the contract met yer expectations.”

“Yes,” she said simply, following his gaze when it failed to return.  The slave was stripped and bound to a column.  Tiberius Piers snapped his fingers and a tray of floggers appeared.  He picked one of softest leather and introduced her to it, stroking her sides, rubbing her back, tracing her cheek, then stepping back and laying on the first set of stripes.

Rowena clamped her thighs together, cursing her traitorous body, feeling the creamy moisture between her legs. (more…)

Down Devils Road: A Dark Psychological Thriller (Devil’s Angels Book 1)

51mb7owhqlHis dark brown eyes fluttered open. Above him was a bright surgical lamp to illuminate the dark room. His back felt cold and he realized he was lying on a metal table. There was a sharp stinging pain in his neck. Javier attempted to move his hands to alleviate the throbbing, but found his arms bound to the table with leather straps.

What was going on?

Straining to sit up, Javier glimpsed the room he had built. From this vantage point, it appeared savage. For the first time, he realized that the table he was lying on was a surgical table and the tools on the shelf were surgical tools. Ava had informed them that she ran a funeral business and she prepared corpses for burial.

Now he understood what she’d meant.

“Please,” he gasped. The light overhead seemed blinding. He squinted his eyes to keep from becoming dizzier. The bright light made the blood oozing down his cheek appear black.

Suddenly, he was face to face with Ava. She was dressed in all black her hair hung around her face and her full lips blood red. He noticed a curious vial pendant around her neck. It was empty.  She smiled at him as she picked up a shiny surgical instrument. (more…)

The Present

OYuqXq9X“Becky helped me pick out your anniversary present today,” Lisa said, looking over at Becky with a smirk. “She even helped me wrap it.”

Davis looked back to Becky, intrigued. The light from the windows behind her shone through her skirt, highlighting the space between her legs without actually showing anything. As he stared, a small patch of redness snuck upon both her cheeks. Unable to hold her gaze any longer, he looked back at Lisa, hoping his eyes hadn’t lingered for an inappropriate length of time.

“After all her hard work, I figured taking her to dinner was the least we could do.” Lisa opened the bottle of wine. “Besides…” She loosed a bewitching smile as she filled two glasses. “I was hoping you would want her to see you unwrap it.”

Davis was getting more confused by the minute.”Uhm… I guess that depends on what it is.” He smiled uneasily, knowing the type of presents Lisa had given him in private before. His cock decided to rise rapidly. He shifted closer to the back of the couch, hoping Becky wouldn’t see the swelling in his pants.

“Are you okay?” Lisa asked as she walked past him and into the living room with the two glasses. She handed one to Becky and turned back to face him. She took a small sip from her glass as a wicked grin climbed her face. “You look a little…uncomfortable.”

The two women’s eyes bored into him. His face was on fire. He hoped he wasn’t blushing too badly. He decided to play it off. “Well.” He tried and mostly succeeded at a smile. “When you have two gorgeous, scantily clad women in your living room, something is bound to come up.”

The women giggled at his quip. Their reactions more arousing than embarrassing.

What the hell did they talk about today?

“Well, stop gawking and go get ready,” Lisa commanded. “The sooner we eat dinner, the sooner you can unwrap your gift.” She looked at Becky before they both looked down and giggled again. “I want to give you time to enjoy your dessert…one delicious lick at a time.”

Now Davis was sure he was being excluded from something but he had no idea what it was. He only knew he couldn’t get any harder. He wanted to roll Lisa’s dress up her thighs so badly he couldn’t stand it. Dinner was going to be an eternity. He was going to be rock solid for hours.

“Your wish is my command.” He pretended to tip a nonexistent hat as his cock strained painfully. “Are you sure you won’t join me?” he jested.

Lisa didn’t miss a beat. “Who?” She smiled with mock confusion, switching her gaze from Davis to Becky and back again. “Don’t pretend I didn’t see your eyes burning through her dress.” Her jealousy was all feigned.

“Uhmm…” Again, he had been taken totally by surprise. “That would be you, my love.” His voice cracked as the words barely squeaked free.

“No way,” Lisa quipped. “I’m not going to let you mess up all my hard work.” She snickered, looking at Becky. “I’m not going to let you mess up Becky’s hard work either.” Her eyes lit on Davis’s face again.

Becky put her forehead on Lisa’s shoulder and giggled again.

Davis couldn’t believe what Lisa was saying in front of a stranger. He was dumbstruck. Dumbstruck with a cock that was ready to explode in his pants. “Okaaay…”He drew out the word slowly. “I’ll go get ready.”

“Hurry back,” Becky called sweetly.

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