Mari Freeman

People amaze me - in a good way….

2007-06-27T20:13:03Z

A week ago, I lost a big piece of my heart when my husband died. I’m moving forward thanks to the support of a thousand people around me. This afternoon, while catching up on emails, I read a friend’s blog. She posed this question to her readers- What superpower would you chose?

The following is my answer…

You’d think that since I lost my husband to cancer that I would chose the superpower of healing, but I think that we all already have the strongest of all powers. We are all capable of expressing great love.

I saw this incredible power in many ways over the last year. I saw enormous strength in the medical staff at the cancer center as they cared for us each and every week. Those ladies lifted him up with their love and their devotion to his treatment. They were inspirational every time we walked through that door.

Strangers came to my home to help do spring chores, and neighbors took away trash or cared for animals. Coworkers, and employees, side by side, working in a nonverbal expression of love and compassion, renewed my faith in humanity. Family, friends, and acquaintances reached out and offered anything they could to help us in a difficult time. No one asked for a thing in return.

Since his passing, I have felt compassion and support the likes I have never felt or seen in my lifetime. I’ve received cards, emails and posts on forums from people all over the world. People I know personally and people I’ve only met online have offered cyber love and hugs that all have contributed to give me strength and power….the superpower that I need to go on.

So, I don’t need to wish for a superpower like x-ray vision or invisibility. I’ve seen the best of powers already in us mere mortals.

Yes, I believe that love is the strongest of powers there is and we all carry that as both a shield and a weapon.

~Mari

Thank you all for the loving hands of support that have held me up over the last week and the last year.

Perspective

2007-05-29T23:41:01Z

Every now and then, I realize that I am way too full of myself, self absorbed in the struggles of my life, and blinded by the complications of being me. Then I see something like this - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mcBV-cXVWFw and I’m able to gain some much needed perspective.

I couldn't get Monty Python out of my head....

(spoken)
Whenever life gets you down, Mrs. Brown,
And things seem hard or tough,
And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft,
And you feel that you've had quite enough...

 (singing)
Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving,
And revolving at nine thousand miles an hour,
That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned,
A sun that is the source of all our power.
The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see,
Are moving at a million miles a day,
In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour,
Of the Galaxy we call the Milky Way.

 Our Galaxy itself contains 100 billion stars
It's 100,000 light-years side to side,
It bulges in the middle, 16,000 light years thick
But out by us it's just 3,000 light years wide
We're 30,000 light years from galactic central point,

We go round every 200 million years
And our Galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding Universe.

 The Universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
In all of the directions it can whizz
As fast as it can go, at the speed of light you know,
12 million miles a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is.
So remember when you're feeling very small and insecure
How amazingly unlikely is your birth
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space
Because there's bugger all down here on Earth.

The Galaxy Song
From the film "Monty Python's Meaning of Life"
Words by Eric Idle
Music by Eric Idle & John Du Perez

On the cover of a magazine

2007-03-25T16:10:24Z

Are we freaks? Are those of us that read, write, and enjoy the tide of emotions and sensations that the sexual element adds to a tale so unusual? I recently discovered that yes, we are, and no, we’re not.

This week, the grocery store isles were littered (I use this term on purpose) with women’s magazines that hail the coming of spring. With the change of season comes advice to women on how to be sexier, what tips we need to have to be able to please our man, and, of course, what to do if you don’t yet HAVE a man. As if we are somehow lacking if we do not HAVE a permanent man in our lives.

I usually haven’t the faintest desire to read the women’s mags. Most offer unrealistic aspirations and artificially created ideals of female perfection. This time, however, curiosity got the better of me. What would “real’ women confess as their sex fantasies? Are there 99 sex facts that I would not know? And, I must have the sex tips and tricks that only my friends would tell me. For fifteen US dollars that evening, I was able to read and learn what NY mag editors, was well as the majority of the twenty something population that read these mags, think is sexy and naughty.

So of the 7 women that “told all” to Glamour about their fantasies…well, their dirtiest, most naughty fantasy was of a moresome. In several of my stories, moresomes are the theme and let me tell you, it gets much naughtier than just the fact that there are more than three people in the room. Thus, according to Glamour, yes, I’m a freaky girl.

Redbook’s Sex Gossip Only Your Friends Would Tell You, turned out to be advice on how to make yourself feel sexy. You know, nice hot baths, wearing sexy undergarments with no impending sexual contact expected, and get yourself some toys. Thus, according to Redbook, yes, I’m a freaky girl.

Cosmopolitan’s “99 Sex Facts You’ve Never Head Before” was the most interesting article of the bunch. Turns out, there are a few things this old gal just did not know. How about you?

“The most arousing scent for men is a combination of lavender and pumpkin pie…” I think I’ll pass on that new perfume.

“According to research, men who wore polyester underwear become temporarily sterile…” Ladies, I wouldn’t recommend this as a form of birth control.

“The length of a flaccid penis has no direct correlation to the size of the same penis when erect.” Drat- Sneaking peeks at him when he’s not hard may be misleading.

Glamour also had an article about cheating. I won’t get into the right or wrong of cheating, but I do offer a couple of interesting statistics for you to ponder.

-57% of men and 54% of women admit they’ve cheated.

-74% of men and 68% of women said they would cheat, if they knew they’d never get caught.

-And, for those of you who like to cyber, 40% of people think that cyber sex is cheating.

Also, are there really women out that do things like this: Ask their boyfriend/husband to talk dirty to them, and then write into a magazine for advice on what to do when he talked TOO dirty? Do they make some of this up? I hope so.

So, are we really sex kittens, far more adventurous than the average twenty something glamour magazine reader? hell yes. Are there bunches of you out there that are closer to me on the sliding slut scale? Hell Yes. Is life more fun with a collection of interesting sex toys, a bit of bondage equipment, a good supply of porn, a library of erotic romance novels, and an open mind? HELL YES!

Will mainstream mags ever truly speak to letting women express themselves sexually in life and with their partners? Doubtful. Even if the editors have their own dungeon in their uptown apartment, they will publish mainstream that will always be slightly to the left of vanilla. We have to be smart enough to realize that, and quietly celebrate our inner slut, knowing she’s okay, even if she’s not represented on the shelves at the grocery store.

Glamour, April 2007 - Real Women Reveal their Sex Fantasies
- How I Found Out He Cheated

Cosmopolitan, April 2007 – 99 Sex Facts You’ve Never Heard

Redbook, April 2007 – Sex Gossip: Tips and Tricks Only Your Friends Will Tell You

Yes, I still owe a couple of you the next installment of the Dom at the Bar…I’m working on it.

~Mari

Sexy and Smart?

2007-03-03T00:50:26Z

I like sex and I write erotica. Do those qualities diminish my intellectual capacity?

I ponder this tonight because I received a request to join the Cambridge Who’s Who… for my excellence as a Professional Woman. I get a great deal of corporate junk mail due to holding several professional certifications. Should I send the application in? Let’s see… Here is the information required of the applicatnts filled out as an author of erotica:

Industry: Adult Entertainment

Principal Product, Service or Activity: Literary sexual fantasy.

Personal Specialty: Paranormal Erotica, Erotic Contemporary Romantic Comedy

Type of Business: Erotica/ Pornography/ Smut

Do you think they’ll inquire for more info-- add my biography to the thousands of accomplished women in the Cambridge Who’s Who Registry “Honors Edition”? Inclusion is Free! Of course, these professional registries are networking gimmicks and they will eventually ask for money in order to access their wonderful registry and any useful networking contacts it may contain.

Certainly, there is a need for the wisdom of a successful pornographer in their hierarchy of professionals. Don’t executives need the wisdom of someone that can breakdown the intense emotions and sensations of a well-delivered blowjob and stay within the framework of a viable plot as much as they need the services of a telecommunications security advisor? He he.

I am tempted to send in the application as noted above. Are professional women of the erotica industry excluded? And, if rejected on a basis of a morality issue, how the rejection letter would be worded.

And lastly, and possibly more importantly, are any of my prior professional accomplishments diminished by the current propensity to the perverted mind? Is my much-coveted Project Management Professional certification any less prestigious now that I write literary smut? What about the honors degree, or the folder full of various certifications and awards? Am I less of a professional now that I’ve shunned the corporate uniform and processes?

Hell, yes! No, not really. I’m simply much more fun.

A friend has bet me a hundred dollars that I won't send it in... She is going to be light in the wallet next payday!

xoxo ~ Mari

Unexpected Lust

2007-02-19T07:12:36Z

Today, I found something sweetly simple to be exceptionally arousing. Not in the kink kind of way, but as a little unexpected treat.

I was doing some research, wondering if, after all these years, there is now a reliable source of well-made, visually pleasing, and emotionally charged erotica on film. Very few web sites out there specifically cater porn for women. I found several sites that provided well-made films for men and a one for gay men that was exceptional. However, there are only a few sites that specifically target women. Sadly, those seem to merely change the template and graphics of the site and provide many of the same titles as the men’s sites.

Well-written erotica is abundantly available, thank goodness. What seems to be missing for women is the visual. I like a good stroke film occasionally, but what I can’t seem to find is a consistent source of well-made porn for women.

Back to the unexpected treat. In a chat session this afternoon, I was given a very sexy compliment. It was a simple statement about our conversation in general and my commentary specifically. I was sexually aroused by stimulating conversation? Yes. The more I thought about it, the sexier his flattery was. So hot, the little praise became for me, that I was inspired to write. I managed to get through a very emotionally charged scene I’d been struggling with, my hotness batteries humming by something as sweetly simple as cerebral flattery.

These two topics do have something in common. After watching clips and samples of ‘porn by women and/or for women’ all day, I have realized the reason typical porn is not popular with women. For most of us, it is the build up, the tease, that delicious, drawn out anticipation that gets those juices flowing. That goal is achievable in written erotica. For film, those things require a decent script and a certain amount of acting. Something that is obviously not considered in the making of these films. Even a quickie with a stranger is highly charged with emotion and sensation. I’ve seen very few film scenes with that level of feeling or anticipation or tease. (I’m sure there are some.)

After all these years, the majority of porn movies are still mechanical, and most of the actors look as though they would rather be getting root canals. Over-acted, fake moaning and groaning is not making it believable boys and girls.

The results of my research- Keep it simple. A small, flirty, typed treat was far more exciting than hours of cheaply produced, under acted films that I paid 39.95 to have access to for 30 days.

Obsessions

2007-02-08T16:11:19Z

I received a gift yesterday, and in it, have found a new obsession. The hunky UPS man brought me a wonderful box of goodies from Harry and David. The packaging, delicate pink and red hearts, hinted at chocolate treats, and I was not disappointed to find several smaller boxes of truffles, fresh pears, and a few other tempting morsels. Now, I love chocolate as much as the next girl, but my weakness has always been cherries. The smallest box in this assorted gift pack contained something my cherry loving palate had never experienced. Harry and David have simply named these extraordinary temptations Bing Cherry Chocolates- an understatement of profound proportion.

I’ve enjoyed chocolate covered cherries, cherries jubilees, cherry chocolate ice cream, and a sundry of other concoctions made from the modest crimson fruit. By far, these little pieces of paradise are the best cherry creation yet. Rapture.

Maybe if the UPS guy fed them to me, they’d be better.

If he were naked.

Basking the afterglow of some seriously hot sex.

Humm. Seems the cherries have not replaced my true obsession.

Sexual Fantasy

2007-02-06T00:58:16Z

Help me out with a scene.

I’m trying to spice up a story and I wonder what you’d do.

My guys watching a lady across the table, she’s driving him mad. He wants her. She’s given off all the clues that she wants him. Hes got the plan to get her alone later that night.

What is he fantasizing about as she sits across from him at a fancy dinner party?

Give me a good fantasy scenario- I’ll pick one, write it, and post it.

njbeachbum made a suggeston via sexy_stories... Here's the NC-17 scene that came from that dirty mind.

Damn, that woman was hot.

His fingers itched to touch her again, to pull all that shinny hair out of the knot she wore on the top of her head. Wondering what that hair would look like, down and spilling over his thighs as she had those sweet lips wrapped around his cock, he tipped his hat to her, mounted up and turned to the barn.

He imagined that if he stripped her of that pinstriped armor, she would be a timid lover, strong on the outside, soft and sweet on the inside. She would flush a sexy shade of pink as he touched her, explored her. Blake felt his cock stir. His imagination continued on its own, ignoring his surroundings as he headed toward the barn.

He could picture Liza propped against the pillows in his bed, naked, shyly holding the covers up over her breasts. Blake crawled over her and gently tugged the offending sheets away, exposing her, causing even more blush to pinken her lovely skin. He’d kiss down her neck, stopping here and there to nibble and torture. Her touch would be tentative on his shoulders as he teased. Her breasts would be full. He didn’t need his imagination for that, so he took his time pondering her nipples. Would they be small and tight, as he trapped one between his tongue and teeth, or large and dark, tightening only after he drew one fully in to his mouth? Maybe somewhere in between?

His grip tightened on his reins as he imagined the feel her trembling body under his fingers as he teased his way down her body. She would be writhing, whimpering. Her helpless pleading would be like a sirens call to his cock. Still, he would take his time, trailing hot licks under her belly button, above her mound, hinting at moving lower, but not making any real progress in that direction. He could imagine her arousing aroma in the air around them, the smell of her need.

Finally when he thought she wouldn’t be able to take any more teasing, he’d slide lower, spread her with his thumbs, and then spear her tender flesh with a pointed tongue. He’d lap at her soft lips and flick lightly over her swollen clit. He’d make her beg him. Push her past heights of pleasure she’d only ever imagined. Oh, but he wouldn’t let her come. He’d pull back, ease her down. Again and again, he’d bring to the brink of orgasm. Would she scream his name or keen weakly when he finally let her come?

Blake readjusted his jeans, slid back in the saddle to ease the pressure on his crotch, and turned back for one last look. Yep, he wanted to push Liza past her limits, and he looked forward to discovering just where those limits were.

Happy Rejection

2007-02-04T23:06:29Z

I received a really good rejection today. It was regarding a contemporary romantic comedy short I wrote over Christmas. The editor was very complimentary and offered constructive feedback along with an invitation to resubmit. That’s about the best rejection I’ve heard of from this particular publisher. So that ms gets added back to the list of current WIPs that need attention and my ego is sufficiently stroked for a day or two.

Writing Goals

2007-02-04T01:05:02Z

Weekly goals-- I’ve made some really good progress this week. My second novel, Overcome by Magic, is almost ready to submit. My goal is to have it subbed out by March. That should happen, no problem.

The “Hot, Hard, and…” series had a small set back this week. If I hit it ‘hard’ by the end of the weekend, I may be able to catch up. The wares and the demons in “Hot, Hard, and Howling” are so much fun. I really want to play with them some more. I’ll post a tad of this one soon. You bondage lovers will like it. Not so sweet as MoV.

Speaking of, “Men of Vice” is still on track. I think I’ve posted a little of Sam and Kendzie. It’s at about 20K. Looking to be 35 or 40K.

Another Bit of Fun

2007-01-30T00:09:58Z

So I gave in and followed the naughty muse… Here's another peek at Kendzie and Sam.

Part II - If you’re reading this you had better be over 18! Written late at night… excuse any major typos.

“I’m not so delicate.” Kendzie felt tight with need. “I need to feel like a woman again, not a glass doll.” She reached up to untie the halter that held her dress up.

Sam stopped her hands and with a growl yanked the tie loose. The front of her dress fell to her hips, exposing her breasts. They were as perfect as he had imagined, pert and full, with big dusky rose nipples, taunt and spiked with need. He leaned over and took one in his mouth- none too gentle. If she wanted passionate, he was the man for the job. He ran his flat tongue over the tight nipple and pinched the other one with rough fingers. With his free hand he held her around the waist.

She groaned and arched to his touch. The heat of his mouth burned through her entire body. Clutching his head to her chest, she dug her fingers into his hair. “More.”

His hand left her nipple and pushed her dress down past where it had settled on her hips. It fell in a puddle around her feet.

He broke away from her breast and looked over her lush body, bent back so beautifully over his arm. She wore only a scrap of silk that barley covered her secrets. And that fabric was pulled slightly askew so he could see she was completely bare of hair. He hooked a finger in her panties and ripped them from her body. He had to see all that bare pussy. She sucked in a startled breath as the fabric gave way under his strong hand. “Naked Pussy?” He smiled at her.

“Anna thought it would make me feel sexier.” She said, with a little embarrassment.

He licked between her breasts as he ground his palm against her mound, his fingers barley touching her swollen lips. “Does it?”

“Ahhhh...It does now.”

He chuckled, low and deep, that way only an aroused male can. “You don’t need a bare cat to be sexy, Kendzie.” He looked her over again and decided the time for talking was done. He pushed her back on the bed. Her feet dangled, her strappy high heals still on her feet. He slipped them off and pushed her legs up and growled at her dripping wet core so exposed to him. He fell to his knees. “So fucking perfect.” He ran his hands over her slightly round belly and down over her mound. Using his thumbs he opened her to his gaze, the fragrance of her passion teasing his senses. He looked up to see her watching his face. She wasn’t afraid, she was hot and needy, clearly a woman with sex on her mind. He ran his thumb over her clit. Her responsive body jerked from the stimulation. God. He could make her come without much effort, she was so ready. “So wet for me, baby.” His flat tongue flicked over her wet folds.

Kenz gasped at the pleasure. How long had it been since her pleasure was seen to? Too damn long. A strong orgasm started building straightaway and she didn’t fight it. Her head dropped back as he ran that talented tongue over her clit torturously slow. In a shuddering groan, she flooded his face with her juices.

Sam couldn’t believe her responsiveness. She’d gushed for him and his attentions had barley begun. The feel of her sweet cream made him rock hard again. Moaning his approval, Sam started to attack her pussy with his tongue. He added the pressure of his finger, running it around the opening of her tight channel. She writhed for him, grabbing at the sheets and pumping her hips to his face. He pushed his finger in, feeling her tight muscles grab his knuckles. She broke apart again and he could feel her come around his finger, before he could work a second one in.

“Sam!” She screamed his name in her exultation and the sound of her pleasure further fueled his need. He crawled up her body, kissing and nibbling along on his way making her writhe and whimper at his attentions, her entire body was strained with desire. He stopped only to capture her mouth. He gave her no quarter, no time for her tattered senses to drift back down. He wanted her hungry.

Kenz tasted herself on his lips and almost wept in rapture. His cock pressed against her opening. She spread herself wider to accommodate his wide hips, her hands snaked around his waist, and she dug her fingers into his taut ass. “Please.” she sighed into his mouth.

“Please what, Kendzie?” He knew what she wanted, what she needed, but he wanted to hear her say it. He moved slightly to the side and rubbed his cock on her thigh. “Tell me you want me.”

“Sam, please. I need you. I need this.”

“Please what?” He resituated and bucked his hips, rubbing his bulbous head over her swollen clit.

She sucked in her breath. “Sam, fuck me.”

He adjusted his angle, surged forward, finding the opening to heaven as he slid just inside her, just giving her a taste of his size. “Tight, so tight.” He pushed a little further. Kenz arched to take more. He felt the muscles of her pussy walls gripping him. He watched her face tighten as he pushed forward. “Am I hurting you, baby?”

She pushed upwards, “No, God no. More. Sam. More.” her demand shattered his will. The need to go slow for her was there, but his ability to do so was long gone. He surged forward, burying himself deep into her heat. “Yes!” she moaned and scored his ass cheeks with her nails. He stopped for a long moment, savoring the feel of her surrounding him, her heat enveloping him, her inner muscles still fluttering from her release. He groaned.

Slowly pulling back, he watched her eyes. She was arched, writhing, begging with her body for more. He reveled in the sight of her letting go and aching for his touch. He loved the look in her eyes, hot need and satisfaction all mixed with the knowledge that she had complete control over the situation. He would never hurt this woman and he could see that she knew it in her eyes. If she told him to stop now he would, it would kill him, but he’d stop. And that knowledge turned his little hell cat on.

He pulled back again, not so slow this time and plunged deep. She sucked in her breath. He started to repeat that urgent pounding to her tight little pussy. She squirmed, and keened under him. Painted nails dug into his arms as she held on, the small amount of pain adding to his arousal.

Enjoy-

Mari

marifree @ 2007-01-28T23:32:00

2007-01-29T04:37:03Z

My muse is being such a bad boy tonight. He’s dancing around naked- tempting my characters off into naughty places they are not ready to go. What’s a girl to do when her muse is having so much more fun then she is?

How much is that erotica in the window?

2007-01-26T00:43:04Z

Happy days girls and boys. I hit the local Borders books today and what did mine eyes behold? Right there, inside the doors on the second display table… Erotic Romance.
Smut on proud display. Ellora’s Cave, Aphrodisia, and Samhain no longer relegated to the bottom of the romance shelves. In this conservative Bible belt town, who would have guessed?

I only bought a few. I swear.

Something to warm the toes

2007-01-25T00:24:51Z

I promised a little something when I introduced myself. Here’s a little slice of a bigger work that is just the thing for a cold January night.

Kendzie has been out of an abusive marriage for a while and just getting back to herself. Sam is a cop with a very dominate side. They meet and the results are… well, you be the judge.

Sam opened the door to her condo on the fifth floor. Out of habit he scanned his surroundings for weakness. The place was huge and very modern for a beach condo. Two bedrooms opened off the living room and a nice open kitchen. The living area was all windows that framed the ocean. The doors were open to the let the warm sea breeze in. The drapes fluttered softly. If she owned the place, she was rich. He thought she was too good for him as it was. He was a hard working cop who spent too much time with the job. A job that didn’t pay too good. At least with money. He always considered making the resort town safer for all the tourists a payment. But, he couldn’t help but wonder what she thought about it, about him.

As if reading his mind, she threw her bag on the counter, and faced him. “My friend and I rented it for the weekend as a splurge. She got called to work at the last minute. We would have lost our money if we canceled. So, don’t be too impressed.”

“I’m impressed, but not with the room.” His eyes moved slowly up her body. The halter dress she was wearing was driving him mad. It hugged her breast high and the hem dangled just above her cute little knees. He took as step closer, feeling the push of his swelling cock pressing against his jeans.

Kenz sucked in a breath at the heat of his gaze. She instinctively took a step back. His size was overpowering in the closet downstairs and even out in the openness of the condo he looked huge. The taunt lines of his very male face and the overt sexuality oozing from his hard body made her gulp. Could she handle a real man? The ‘ex’ was a pathetic excuse of a boy in a mans body. The creature in front of her now was all male and his intentions were clearly written all over his face. He was going to take her and make her tremble with passion, not fear. The excitement of it hit her hard and she felt the anticipation of it in her blood and some other fluids now pooling between her thighs.

He took another step closer. She held her ground this time. He slowly bent his head as if to kiss her, but leaned past her lips. She held her breath as he ran his tongue over her exposed collar bone. She trembled. Sam kissed a path to her ear, taking the lobe gently in his mouth with a soft teasing nibble. Kenz put her hand on his shoulders, glorying in the feel of his hardness under the black t-shirt that did little to hide his form.

“Don’t be afraid of me, I won’t hurt you, Kendzie.” The rumble of his words in her ear sent another shiver down her spine. He dropped to his knees before her and pressed a kiss between her breasts. “Pretty, Kendzie. I thought of this all day. Wondered how I was going to find you after we cornered that scum.” He nuzzled his face between her breasts. “You smell so good.”

She thought she was going to come from just the feel of his face against her covered breasts. She needed this so badly. Had she ever felt so sexy? To be standing in front of the open windows with the ocean crashing in the back ground and a big sexy hunk of a man on his knees for her. Urgency laced her thoughts. She gripped his shoulder tighter. His kisses were soft as satin on her skin. If he didn’t do something quickly, “I... I...”

He looked up at her, his knowing blue eyes not missing anything written on her face. “What Kendzie?” He licked the exposed skin between her breasts up to her throat.

“I... need...” She sucked in her breath, holding to his shoulders for fear of falling to the floor.

“You need to feel like a woman again?” Another kiss, this one on her right breast. “Need to be touched gently?” He took her already tight nipple into his mouth and sucked through the fabric of the dress. “Pleasured?” He drew in the tormented flesh and suckled. He released that aching nipple and moved to the other one, taking it lovingly into the heat of his mouth. Kenz’s knees almost gave way. “To be loved and not taken?”

Taken would work too. Somehow he knew what she needed for her first jump back into sex. How he knew, she would never understand, but the fact that he felt her needs, her desires, overwhelmed her so much she couldn’t speak as he looked back up at her through his lashes. This man was definitely a Dom, but he was going slow. “Will you let me, Kendzie?” He stood back up and took her mouth in another stunningly wonderful, wet kiss. She nodded her head when he finally let her up for air.

Sam looked down on her. Her flushed face would have answered his question even if she hadn’t acknowledged him. “I may get carried away, you’re so beautiful, but I won’t hurt you. Do you trust me?”

Carried away? “Yes.” It was barley a whisper.

He bent and plucked her off her feet, carrying her towards a bed room as if she weighed nothing. Her ‘ex’ would have only picked her up to throw her. She pushed thought of the ‘ex’ out of her head. He was gone, and she would enjoy this night. Sam said he wouldn’t hurt her. She thought she had better worry more about the kind of hurt that didn’t show. He could very well hurt her heart if she wasn’t careful. She lost all thoughts of hurt as he gently set her on her feet next to the big bed. He nibbled at her earlobe again, “Tell me what you want pretty Kendzie.”

Everything!, she shouted in her head as she looked at his face. His eyes were the same blue as the ocean she could hear crashing in the distance through the open windows. Everything. She wasn’t bold enough to say it aloud.

“Tell me.” It was a soft command.

Taking a step back she looked him up and down. She wanted to see him, all of him. “Your clothes. I want to see...” He smiled that knowing smile of a man with confidence in himself and he took a step back. He eased the black T over his head very slowly. The action was deliberate, showing off the rippling muscles of his arms, chest and the six pack he was sporting. She remembered the massive chest from the beach, but in the moonlight his muscles were enhanced by shadows, a true work of art. She sucked in an appreciative breath.

She ached to touch, but as she reached for him he took another step back, shaking his head. “Not yet.” He gave her time to look at his chest and the cut muscles of his belly as he toed off his boots and pulled his socks free of his feet. Her perusal of his rippling abs was interrupted by his hands at the waist band of his low hanging jeans. He held them at the button until he was sure he had her attention. One day he would have her strip for him, but tonight was all for Kendzie.

“Tease.” she sighed, worrying her lower lip.

“Uh...hum...” He flipped the button loose and started to lower the zipper. “You need to be teased.” The zipper hit bottom, showing her more of his taunt stomach. Kenz realized he was naked under those jeans and wondered how they held him in. “You need to be driven out of your mind with pleasure, and I intend to do just that.” With that he pushed the jeans down. They fell to floor and his cock sprang free and stood proud against his belly.

Sam held his hands out to his sides. “What now, darlin’? I’m yours. Tell me what you need.”

Kenz almost swallowed her tongue. She needed him driving that big beautiful cock into her. But, she wanted to play a little more, if she had the nerve. She realized he had given her control over the situation. She could make it what she wanted. Slow and easy, or hot and hard. It was all up to her and all she had to do ask it of him. Or even better, just take it for herself. She took him in with her eyes, standing before her naked and willing to let her have what she needed, asking nothing for himself. She knew even if she asked him to stop it all now, he would. That made her want him even more. She felt brave, empowered, knowing what it’s like to not feel fear in the presence of a man. The feeling overwhelmed her for just a moment. Then she reveled in it. Buy his simple act of selflessness she understood what it was to be whole and strong again and realized the she had been for some time. But, Sam Trent was letting her see it for herself.

Sam watched the most amazing range of emotions play across her lovely face. Some of them were a little unsettling, one expression, he knew he would never understand, but the smile that was gleaming at him now was all but his end. His heart clenched in his chest, he felt it opening to her in a way he had never know. He wanted to keep her. He didn’t know where she was from, how she got here or much about her at all. But he knew he wanted her even if it was an impossible dream.

Kenz took a tentative step forward. She watched his eyes as she laid her palm on his chest. Slowly she ran her hand over the taunt muscle and smiled at the goose bumps that followed her fingers’ trail. His skin was sun darkened and the silky thin covering of hair added to the bronze tones. His nipples were peaked and grew even tighter as her nails scrapped across each one. Never taking her gaze from his eyes, she watched his reactions to her touch. The constricted lines around his eyes and mouth told her that he was barley containing himself, containing the dominant nature she could see boiling under the surface. Touched by the gesture, she smiled at him again. He was giving her a beautiful gift, and she wanted to give him back as much.

Sam held himself in check as her fingers explored his body. Each touch of her fingers tightened his balls. The shy smiles she gave him as she brushed his nipples hit him in the heart as well as the cock. He couldn’t have been more surprised if she had kicked him when she fell to her knees before him, still smiling. With no shame or hesitancy, she wrapped her fingers around his aching cock at the root and ran her pink little tongue over the drop of per-cum at the tip of his engorged head. She looked into his eyes and used her tongue to smear the proof of his excitement over her lips to moisten them. He groaned deep in his throat. “Kendzie,” he breathed and grabbed a handful of her auburn hair, making the rest fall from the pins that held it up. The tangled strawberry locks fell free and tumbled down her back almost to her round ass. His hold was lose and in no way threatening, but he let her know he was holding on, that he needed to hold on.

She smiled at him again and wrapped her lips around his now straining cock. His heated flesh jerked at the feel of her soft mouth around him. She loved the feel of it, the smell of him that teased her senses as she moved over him. It was big, thick and gorgeous, just like the rest of him. Adonis indeed.

She had learned to take a man deep even if she didn’t want it in her pervious life. Now she wanted it, and was glad to be able to take his impressive length all the way into her throat. He swore as she took him aggressively in and then sucked his entire length as she withdrew. She ran her tongue up the back side of it, stopping to circle around the sensitive head. He was shaking as he held her hair. She felt her inherent power as a woman for the first time in years, maybe the first time ever. And she liked it. She took him deep again and again until she felt his hands pull on her shoulders.

“You have to stop, baby. Too good. I’ll blow before we even get started.” She ignored the pull and his husky words and worked him in and out of her mouth, sucking and running her tongue over him as she went. She felt his ass muscles tighten as he started to fuck her mouth. “Ohhh, God, Baby.” She took him deeper and hummed her satisfaction around him.

The feel of her around him was exquisite. The fact that she could deep throat his length both amazed and worried him at the same time. He moved closer and closer to loosing it. She was probably the sexiest thing he had ever seen, fully dressed on her knees, lips wrapped around his cock. The humming did it. The vibration ran through his dick and into his balls. He couldn’t have held back the tidal wave if his life had depended on it. He dug his hand into her hair and pulled her away just enough to not drown her. The tightening of his balls signaled the end as he gasped and shot his seed into her hot mouth. She groaned as she took it all, swallowing without a flinch. She licked and sucked him clean as Sam stood shaking, naked before her.

“Hummm... that was good.” She said as she looked up at his face, drawn tight in the afterglow of his release. Her pussy was drenched with the pleasure of moving him to such pleasure, of seeing his stain to keep control.

“Good... Does not begin to describe that.” He reached down and lifted her to her feet.

What a nice new toy.

2007-01-24T17:28:16Z

I’m so new around here I can’t get all the wrapping off. Oh well. Unwrapping is one of my favorite things to do.

After looking around a bit, I see that there is an abundance of you out there that love to read and write about the best part of life- Sex. In my writings, I explore sex, sexuality and the emotions that the act evokes. All erotica is about feelings. The quick nameless encounter in the elevator is still overflowing with intense emotion and sensation. At no other time are we as open, as expressive, as when we fuck.

So I look at that, in all its forms. Celebrate the intangible that is articulated in touch.

I’ll post my feelings about it, ask questions and share my scribbles.

Hope you enjoy.