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Hurricane Irene (Pretty Primitive. Very Personal. Be Gentle.)

The sky/water background is my own photo.
Hurricane Season is FREE on Amazon Oct. 3-7, 2016.

Author's Note: I wrote Hurricane Season in the first person, but it was not about me. Two days after Hurricane Season appeared on Literotica, Hurricane Irene (which was already a powerful hurricane when I began writing Hurricane Season) hit us much harder than anyone expected. I am writing this for my husband, Will, who is staying at home with no power while I stay at my parents' house with our kids. The power company thinks it will be two more days before we have electricity, so I'm hoping to finish this in time for Will to read it on his iPhone. Alone. In the dark.

Hurricane Irene- The Truth This Time

Vacationing at the height of hurricane season is always a risky venture, but it's usually worth taking a chance. We watched the tropical updates very closely in the weeks before our cruise, knowing that it didn't matter what the forecast was until it actually happened. It was only a four night cruise, so we were really worried that it would be cut short.

Our kids were going away for a week with my parents, so we had spent a good chunk of the summer discussing our own getaway. We went back and forth between simple and extravagant. Camping in Gettysburg? Weekend in Vegas? Disney World without kids? Camping in Myrtle Beach? New Orleans? A cruise?

The more we talked about a cruise, the better it sounded. We weren't originally planning a "second honeymoon", but I guess that's really what it was. Our real honeymoon was in 1996 in Cancun. One of the best things we did was go snorkeling with a disposable underwater camera.

In 2006 our basement flooded after record rainfall for our area. We lost everything we stored there, including our washer and dryer (expensive, but replaceable) and our honeymoon pictures. We didn't have digital copies of anything before 2002, so they were ruined and gone forever.

We decided on a four night cruise from Miami to Key West to Cozumel, back to Miami. I don't relax well, and I was looking forward to checking out the laid-back attitudes of Key West and Mexico. We booked a snorkeling excursion in Cozumel, and decided that we'd just have to replace the ruined pictures with new ones.

~Thursday, August 18: Miami~

We set sail in Miami with no reports of tropical activity in the Caribbean or the Gulf of Mexico. We had already had a couple of tropical drinks, and the hot, humid air on the Lido Deck sent us back to our cabin for swim suits. Will went into the bathroom and I started to take off my traveling clothes. I didn't hear him come out of the bathroom as I pulled off my bra. He snuck up behind me and cupped my breasts from behind. "Hey, you scared the crap out of me," I squealed.

He put his lips to my neck as he rubbed the palms of his hands over my nipples. I felt his cock poking my back because he hadn't put his swimsuit on yet. "Mmmm," he moaned into my neck. "Maybe we should skip the swim."

"No way! We have all night for that. I want to go to the pool," I replied as I grabbed his cock behind me and gave it a couple of strokes, just to be a pest. He retaliated by pinching my nipples hard, which lit a fire between my legs and made me squirm. "C'mon," I said. "Get your suit on."

*****

After dinner we headed straight to our room, despite our desire to check out the entertainment on the boat. We were both exhausted since we hadn't slept well the night before in anticipation of our trip, and we had gotten up at 3:00 A.M. to get to the airport on time. I was expecting at least a quick roll in the hay before calling it a night, but I think Will was sleeping as I kissed him tonight. I was disappointed, but I was sound asleep before it mattered.

~Friday, August 19: Key West~

I woke up before our alarm. In our inside stateroom it was completely dark. I couldn't tell if it was the middle of the night or the middle of the day. A glace at the clock told me that there was plenty of time before our Conch Train tour of Key West, so I reached over and started rubbing Will's thigh lightly. The morning was working in my favor, and I didn't have to do much to encourage his already standing cock. I slipped my hand into his boxer-briefs just as he was starting to wake up.

"Good morning," he mumbled. "What time is it?"

I stroked his cock a little as I said, "It's time for a blowjob."

"Oh," he said, as I slipped his underwear down to his knees. He kicked it off the rest of the way, and I climbed between his legs. I lowered my head to take him into my mouth, and he stopped me. He slid my nightgown over my head, to allow access to my tits. I hadn't worn panties to bed, so I was naked as I settled myself back between Will's legs.

This time he let me lower my head all the way to the tip of his cock. He was very hard by then, and I licked my lips when I saw the pre-cum pooled in his slit. I brought my tongue just to the very tip of his penis. I tasted the warm, salty drop, and allowed it to sit on my tongue for a minute. I smiled slyly, and said, "Mmm. Breakfast."

He lifted his hips a bit to bring the head of his cock to my lips. I rubbed it along my lips, feeling the pre-cum slide over them like salty lip gloss. I left it there as I slowly lowered my mouth to meet his hips. I didn't stop until my lips were against his shaved skin, his cock sliding into my throat. I tickled him with my nose, then pulled back even slower, feeling the silky skin of his cock sliding along the pre-cum on my lips.

He said, "We're going to miss our tour if you insist on blowing me in slow motion."

I bit him gently, just below the head of his cock, then sucked him back into my mouth, quickly this time. I began fucking his cock with my mouth at a much faster pace. My head moved up and down into his pelvis. My tongue licked the entire length of his cock with each bob of my head. Back and forth, up and down. The pace was frantic, and I was beginning to tire. He was starting to moan, and his hips were bucking in time with my mouth. I felt the head of his cock swelling, so I kept going. His cock was reaching farther and farther to the back of my mouth, so I couldn't reach the head with my tongue anymore. His whole cock felt thicker as his orgasm approached.

"I'm gonna cum in your throat," he grunted. "Here it comes. Here it comes. Ugh. Ugh. I'm cumming. I'm cummmmmming. Uuggghhh."

He spurted his cum so far back in my mouth, I could hardly taste it. When he relaxed and the flow of cum finally abated, I lifted my mouth off his cock, and let his cum run over my tongue so I could taste it. I swallowed and quickly kissed him, hard, on the lips. I poked my tongue into his mouth, so he could share the taste of his salty cum.

He said, "You really give an amazing blowjob," as he twirled my hair. "My turn," he announced and swapped places with me on the bed.

No sooner had I spread my legs, when we heard the knock. "Room service," the man called from the hallway.

"God damn it," I cursed. "Just one quick lick." Will stuck his tongue out and flicked his tongue over my pussy. The man knocked again. Will threw on the white terry cloth robe from the closet, while I slipped into the bathroom.

"You're mine when we get back on the ship, you know," Will whispered just before he opened the door.

"You got that right," I said loudly from the bathroom as the man brought the tray into the room.

*****

Key West was really nice. We started our morning with our Conch Train tour of the island. I had been looking forward to that. I know I'm a nerd, but I enjoy an educational vacation (as I said, I don't relax well). We hopped off the train at the stop closest to the Southernmost Point in the US and explored that area a bit. We stopped at the Southernmost Beach and put our Southernmost feet in the Southernmost water. We hadn't been to the beach for over a year, so we listened to the waves and the sea gulls and held hands and kissed a little bit.

We got back on the train and finished the tour. When we arrived back at the first stop, we poked through a couple shops, bought pirate t-shirts for our kids, and walked to Sloppy Joe's Bar. I enjoyed the anecdote about Hemingway on the menu. We didn't tour his house, but I was about a hundred pages into For Whom the Bell Tolls, downloaded to my Nook for my trip to Key West.

It was just after eleven in the morning, but we ordered a margarita to share. We took the opportunity to check facebook on our phones and laughed while we read our friends' status updates to each other. Our margarita lasted only minutes, so we ordered some frozen rum drink. A guy we went to high school with had written a Haiku about the margaritas he had consumed on his vacation the night before, so I answered with my own.

Eleven A.M. Captain Morgan for breakfast. Five o'clock somewhere.

We shared another drink or two, listening to "youngsters" sitting at the bar, talking about the girls they had met the night before. I was tipsy enough to enjoy their loud exploits for a few more minutes. We finished our last drink, and headed back to the ship.

*****

Since we were drinking in the morning and all, we headed right to the Lido Deck for the lunch buffet. It was ungodly hot in Key West, so we changed quickly and took a swim. Bobbing is the salty pool with the ship rocking, surrounded by other couples with their arms wrapped around each other was surprisingly erotic, so I found myself "accidently" brushing my body against Will's. I was so ready to be fucked, I began to hope that Will would stick his finger into the crotch of my bathing suit to feel how wet I was getting.

We were planning on a late night, since we wouldn't dock in Cozumel until the next afternoon. When we got back to the room, we opted for a nap instead of sex, followed by showers and getting dressed for Elegant Night. We watched the sunset from the Promenade Deck, had formal photos taken, ate lobster and drank chardonnay for dinner, then headed to the late (R rated) show.

After the musical revue we tried to catch the comedy show, but it was completely packed. We ended the night with one, last drink at the cigar bar. The Latin band was playing salsa and merengue music, and we sat at the bar watching the Spanish-speaking couples dancing. I love that Hispanic men will get on a dance floor and just let loose. I wish that Will and I could do those sexy dances. It's like having fully-clothed sex in public. We watched until the cigars were overwhelming, then we headed back to the room.

It was late, so we didn't waste any time shedding our elegant attire. We let it drop to the floor and embraced in the middle of the mess. We kissed a little, our tongues tasting like the cabernet sauvignon we ended the night with. I lay back on the bed, spread my legs all the way apart, and said, "Eat my pussy. Now."

Will didn't waste one second. Before I even got comfortable, Will's tongue was dipping in to take a taste. I felt his lips, gently kissing me, and his tongue beginning to work its way around my pussy. He started with my outer lips, which I had shaved in preparation for our trip. "Mmmmm," I moaned quietly. I felt his tongue pushing into my vagina. He pushed it in and out a bit. "I need your fingers in my pussy," I demanded. He gave his tongue a few more thrusts, then replaced it with two long fingers.

His tongue moved to my inner lips as his fingers swirled around on my g-spot. I moaned, louder this time. He reminded me that there were people rooms on three sides of us, and that we could hear people walking through the hallway. I tried to reply, "They're drunk, what difference does it ma-ake?" He hit my clit with his tongue for the first time just as I finished speaking. I grabbed his hair and said, "I don't fucking care. Just lick me."

He licked me. A little slower at first, then speeding up a bit. He started by lapping his tongue up and down first on one side of my clit, then on the other. His fingers were still swirling on my g-spot, so I whispered, "Circles with your tongue. Please."

I felt the whole lower half of my body heating up as my orgasm started to build. He moved his tongue faster and faster, the closer I got. I could feel the wetness dripping from my pussy as he withdrew his fingers. I felt empty and disappointed until I felt one finger brush my anus. He continued licking while he waited for my response. "Yes. Stick your finger in my ass," I said, just loudly enough for him to hear it. I felt the pressure as his finger began to penetrate my ass. Anal play has been a major turn-on for me for a long time, and feeling his finger sliding in and out of my ass was bringing me close to cumming.

He continued swirling his tongue around and around as I clamped my asshole around his finger. He whispered, "You want two?"

"Ooohh, yeah. Two is good," I moaned, even louder than before. Feeling that second finger pushing hard into my ass brought me right to the brink. My feet were flexing, and I was thrashing my head from side to side. I said, "Here it is. I'm gonna cum. Keep licking my clit. In circles. Shove your fingers in my ass. Fuck me with your ..."

That was it. I sucked in a huge breath as my orgasm peaked. I held my breath until I felt the blood rocketing away from my clit, back to the rest of my body. Then I started yelling, "AAAAHHHH. Aaahhh. Oh my God. Fuck that feels good." Will continued licking gently and he left his fingers in my ass until I finally quieted, relaxed, and took a deep breath. He slowly withdrew his fingers, and kissed my pussy several times with his soft lips.

He brought himself up to kiss me on the mouth, and I could taste myself on his lips, something that took me a long time to actually enjoy. He said, "Don't fall asleep. We're not done yet," and he walked to the bathroom to wash his hands.

When he returned to the bed, I was already starting to doze off. He said, "I guess we can wait until tomorrow."

I said, "No. Fuck my pussy." I was lying on my back, and he was on his side, behind me. He draped my legs over his, and pressed his cock to my opening.

"I could take your ass with my cock right now, and you wouldn't have the energy to do anything about it," he teased.

"Not tonight, honey," I mumbled, half-asleep. "Just fuck my pussy tonight."

As he entered me from behind, we both moaned a little. He said in my ear, "This will not take long. I've been semi-hard all day."

"Me too," I replied, even though it didn't make too much sense.

He fucked me hard, and it felt really good. It was the fullness I had been looking for all day. I bucked my ass back to meet his thrusts, and after a couple of minutes, he slammed into my pussy, and started moaning loudly. I felt his cock twitch in my pussy as he unloaded his cum into me for the second time that day.

We were both spent, even before he was finished. We kissed gently, then rolled over to go to sleep, his cum spilling onto the sheets.

Since there was no Weather Channel on the ship, and we weren't paying for wi-fi, we had no idea that Tropical Storm Harvey had sprung up off the coast of Honduras and Nicaragua, just south of Cozumel.

~Saturday, August 20: Cozumel~

It rained most of the time we were in Cozumel. We had overheard at breakfast that Tropical Storm Harvey would be making landfall in Belize that day, so we weren't surprised that it was raining.

Our first excursion of the day was snorkeling with our own underwater digital camera (as opposed to the disposable we had 15 years ago). We were with an instructor for a while, so we didn't connect too much then, but afterwards we had some time to explore on our own.

That was probably the highlight of the trip. We swam together, pointing things out to each other. We took pictures of us underwater, and generally had a really good time. Except for the rain on our backs as we swam along the top of the water, it was just like snorkeling on our honeymoon.

On the way back to the ship, we sampled some tequila in the duty-free shop. Will loves tequila. The very first time I got drunk, other people (including Will) were licking, slamming, and sucking some cheap Cuervo. I was more violently ill that night than ever before or after. The next morning all I could smell was tequila, and I wasn't even drinking it!

Just the smallest whiff of tequila would nauseate me for years afterward.

(As a side note, I'd like to point out that on our 10th anniversary trip to Disney World, I had the best margarita of my life at the restaurant inside of the Mexico pavillion. Months later, I actually called to speak to the bartender to see what was in that margarita. He informed me that it isn't the quality of the tequila that matters. It's the Grand Marnier. That margarita started a quest to find better and better margaritas, and my aversion to tequila was finally exorcised.)

*****

Our second Cozumel excursion was a sunset catamaran ride with all the margaritas we could drink (which was a lot, by the way). Despite the rain, this was a great party. Again I marveled at how the African American men and the Mexican crew would just get up and dance. On this boat it was only the caucasians that stood watching, which made me wonder just what the hell is the matter with us.

I stood videotaping the Cha Cha Slide, the Macarena and other dances, knowing my daughter would love to dance along at home.

Suddenly Will looked toward the west and said, "Look." The sky had cleared a bit, just in time for a beautiful pink sunset. Everyone on board took turns taking pictures of the other groups with the sunset and the beautiful ship in the back. It was one of those cool moments of bonding with complete strangers, and Will and I left the boat with a warm-fuzzy feeling.

We had gotten through Tropical Storm Harvey with just some rain. I finally began to relax thinking, "The tropics can do what they will. We've got one more day at sea and one more day at the beach in Ft. Lauderdale. We're good."

Our trip may have been good, but that was the day Tropical Storm Irene was born, just to the east of the Windward Islands.

~Sunday, August 21: Fun Day at Sea~

You would think that having an anal fetish would mean that anal sex is a regular event in our sex life, but that really isn't the case. Anal sex is like "special occassion sex", and I guess a 15th anniversary is a special occassion.

I got up early that day, so I headed up to the Lido Deck to have coffee and a croissant with my Nook. I sat down at the table by myself just as the sun popped over the horizon. I sat there for about 20 minutes and didn't touch my book. The canteloupe color of the sunrise and the sapphire blue of the water completely distracted me, and as far as moments go, that one was pretty close to perfection.

This is the part where I just have to say that my husband is awesome. For our anniversary he gave me a massage and facial appointment at the ship's spa. I finished my coffee and headed to the spa. For over an hour I lay there while Mathilda worked the stress out of my muscles and treated the bags under my eyes (too little sleep, too many margaritas, and not enough water had taken their toll). I left the treatment room feeling relaxed and happy, and the woman at the desk told me that Will would be waiting for me at the lobby bar.

He was, and he ordered a Bloody Mary for me. We walked to the dining room for a fabulous breakfast.

After breakfast we spent some time way up on the top of the ship, reading our books. That is something that we don't get to do together too often. It was truly relaxing, and a high point of our vacation.

We did some other fun things that day- Bingo (we didn't win), an art auction (we can't afford art, but there was free champagne), and a martini-tasting. By then I was feeling that "peaceful, easy feeling" that the Eagles sing about. Peaceful and easy became hot and bothered, so we headed back to our room to have a little more cruise nookie.

I still smelled like massage oil- lavender and vanilla with a little hint of musk. Will undressed me slowly, first my shirt and bra, then my shorts and panties. He ran his hands all over my body, coming to rest on my tits. He brought them to his mouth and sucked each nipple gently. I pulled his shirt off and played with his nipples while he licked mine.

We kissed, his tongue entering my mouth and exploring the ridge behind my top teeth. That drove me wild, and I toppled right on top of him, straddling his head with my pussy right over his mouth. His tongue reached up to meet my clit, and I felt him fingering my pussy. I ground my pussy against his face until he couldn't breathe, then he rolled me over onto my back.

I said, "Take your pants off and fuck me." He complied. Pants and boxer-briefs hit the floor, and he slid his cock up hard into my pussy. He thrusted a couple of times, then withdrew.

He said, "Suck my cock." I knelt on the floor and took his dick into my mouth. He was already thickening, and I was afraid he would cum before I even got started. I ran my tongue up and down as I sucked, tasting my pussy on his cock. My own taste was overwhelming me, and that made me even wetter. I looked up at Will, and I could see him watching me suck him off. I felt his hand on the top of my head, and I suddenly felt very slutty. I felt a spasm shoot through my belly, and I grabbed his balls, just for the fun of it.

He took my elbows into his hands and led me back to the bed. He said, "Get on your hands and knees. I want to fuck you from behind."

I assumed the position and he slammed his cock back inside my pussy. I took my fingers and started rubbing my clit. I could feel his cock hitting my cervix as I swirled in circles around my clit.

I moaned loudly, and said, "Will, fuck my ass."

I continued rubbing my clit as Will pulled his cock out of my pussy and went to the suitcase for some lube. I heard the cap open as he came back to me. I jumped when I felt him drizzle the cold lube over my asshole. I put my hand out to collect some lube for his cock. I reached behind me and started stroking his cock as he eased 2 fingers into my ass. We both moaned as we lubed each other, preparing for the once-in-a-while treat.

I said, "Ok. We're ready. Put it in my ass." He took 3 more thrusts into my pussy, then lined his slippery cock up with my anus. He rubbed it there for a moment before I pushed back against him. I gave a little yelp as he started to penetrate my hole. It had been a while since he's put his cock up my ass, so I needed a minute before he could go any farther. When I relaxed a little, he pushed in a little harder. I moved my ass back a little bit to meet him. Slowly, slowly, slowly he entered me.

When his cock was about halfway up my ass, he eased it out, just leaving the head inside my anus. He eased it in again, not stopping this time until I felt his balls against my pussy. He took three long, slow thrusts, all the way in and all the way out. He added more lube on his cock and my ass, and began to pick up speed. I put

my fingers between my inner lips and started rubbing my clit. I was so hot, I didn't even start slowly. I was pressing hard on the side of my clit as Will fucked me faster and faster.

The feeling of his cock filling my ass was sending me close to cumming. I rubbed my clit a little harder. Will was muttering, "I love your tight ass. I love fucking you in the ass."

I felt him slap my ass a couple of times and he pounded my ass with his cock. That was all it took. My fingers swirling around my clit, Will's cock filling my ass to the hilt and the sharp pain of his slaps on my ass put me over the edge. I yelled, "Pinch my tits!" He did, and I started to yell, "I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Oh my God, I'm cumming."

As always, the spasms from my asshole rocked Will's cock over the edge. He was yelling, loudly enough for the whole hallway to hear, and I loved it. I told him, "Don't cum in my ass. Cum all over me." That was it. He pulled his cock out of me, and I felt warm cum landing all over my back, my ass, my anus, and my legs. Cum was dripping off me, and all I could think to do was rub it into my skin. Will reached out to help me. I felt wet and a little slimy as Will's hands rubbed his cum from my back to my tits, but I was very satisfied.

As I washed the sticky cum from my body, Irene moved closer to the Dominican Republic. Our ship was off the coast of Cuba, heading for Miami.

~Monday, August 22: Back in Miami~

No time for sex today. Breakfast, packing, reading our books as we wait for our debarkation zone to be called. We got off the ship and onto the bus that would take us to the Ft. Lauderdale airport. We took a cab to Beach Place at Ft. Lauderdale Beach, and spent a couple of hours in the sun, bobbing on the waves. This totally made up for the fact that there was no sun in Cozumel. We had lunch at Hooters (Will's choice. He was unimpressed with the wings. I tried to explain to him that people only raved about the wings to cover for the fact that they were there for the tits.), then headed back to the airport as a storm rolled in.

The rest of the day was spent traveling, and we arrived home and collapsed into our own bed after midnight.

We didn't even take the time to check the Weather Channel. If we had, we'd have known that Irene had strengthened to Hurricane Irene, and that she made landfall in the Dominican Republic while we were on our way home.

~Tuesday, August 23: Home Again~

We slept until almost noon, which almost never happens when you have 3 kids. We finally called the kids in the afternoon, but they were too busy swimming to talk to us. We watched the Weather Channel, mostly to see what we had missed while we were gone. Instead we heard our first reports that Hurricane Irene was turning toward the Bahamas. Somehow watching the Weather Channel gave me a little idea, and I started writing Hurricane Season, the first story for Literotica that I have written that was not about me, and was complete and total fiction. It was fun.

Meanwhile Irene was fluctuating between category 2 and 3, and was beginning to concern forecasters on the east coast.

~Wednesday, August 24~

First day of school for teachers in our school district. I continued working on Hurricane Season during our two hours of photocopier training. (I know, how can anyone not be completely on the edge of their seat for photocopier training?) Will was working late, so I continued working on the story until it was time for bed.

Irene held steady at category 3 for a while and gunned for the Bahamas. The nightly news reported that the northeast should be prepared for the worst weather we have ever seen.

~Thursday, August 25~

Another day at school, with everyone thinking that school would start on Monday. Speeches and meetings droned on while I fought an awful headache. I blamed the impending bad weather. When I got home from work, I took a nap and put my headache into remission.

My parents took my kids to a covered bridge in Vermont, built in 1870. My son was too nervous to walk over it, but my daughter practically danced across it. Will worked overnight, so I stayed up and finished Hurricane Season. I submitted it in the middle of the night.

Category 3 Irene turned north. East coast weather forecasters put the fear of God in us to be ready for her.

~Friday, August 26~

Hurricane Season appeared on Literotica, and I began compulsively watching the weather. I was starting to get a little nervous. They were forecasting unprecedented storm conditions for the entire northeast.

Fortunately my parents decided to bring the kids home from VT before the storm was to hit. They returned to my parents' house late on Friday night.

Irene continued to churn in our direction.

~Saturday, August 27~

When I woke up on Saturday morning, I checked my gmail for a message I was expecting. This is an account I don't check often. I found my inbox flooded with messages about the 3 stories I had submitted to Literotica. I was very pleased because most of the messages were complimentary. There were some that actually made me blush. All of a sudden, I realized that I had a problem. I had not told Will about the stories I had submitted. I had originally planned to keep this experience all for myself, then I thought I would unveil my stories sometime when we had a leisurely weekend on our own so we could fuck our brains out after he read them.

When I thought about what would happen if he stumbled upon these private messages on his own, I panicked. I knew that he would be cool with the stories about our relationship, but I was afraid that he would think I was having an affair if he read those messages. I decided that I would tell him as soon as he got up, even though we didn't have much time before we had to pick up the kids.

I waited until he had finished his first cup of coffee, and said, "Honey, I have to tell you about something."

I think the blush on my cheeks and the embarrassed smile on my face intrigued him.

In a rush I blurted out the whole thing. I had written these stories, I was getting these messages, all in one big run on sentence. "Do you want to read them?"

He sat down at his computer (still in his underwear, since the kids weren't home), and I opened my laptop. We read Hurricane Season together. I kept glancing over to see what he thought. Pretty soon I could see what he thought in the form of a bulge in his boxer-briefs. I smiled to myself. The next time I looked, there were dark spots on his underwear, where his pre-cum had soaked through the dark-red fabric. It wasn't long before he was slowly stroking his cock as he read. Watching him stroke himself while reading my story was a thrill for me.

As he finished, he turned to me, completely shocked at what he had read. I rushed to assure him that it was complete fantasy, and blah, blah, blah. He couldn't believe some of the words that I could put in a story, but couldn't utter in the bedroom. He was still stroking himself a little when he said, "I think I need to go jerk off."

I said, "I know we don't have much time, but I was planning to give you a blowjob. Go take a shower. I'll wait for you in bed."

I didn't have to tell him twice. He was out of the shower so fast, I'm not sure he had time to rinse the shampoo out of his hair.

He came to the bed and I told him to lie down. I nestled into my favorite spot, between his legs, and didn't waste any time putting his cock in my mouth. I skipped all the teasing and sucked him hard. I rubbed the underside of his penis hard with my tongue. I think that's the part that really sets him off. Once I start that hard licking, I always feel his cock get thick, and I know I'm about to get a mouthful of cum.

The whole blowjob lasted less than 5 minutes. As soon as his balls tightened up and I knew he was cumming, I took his cock out of my mouth, and slid it between my tits. We both held my tits around his cock as he pumped it up and down. I continued licking the head of his penis, so when he came, he pumped his cum all over my tits, my tongue, and my face. When he was done, I rubbed his cum all over my tits, and licked my fingers so I could taste his cum.

I took a quick shower, and it was already raining when we left to get the kids. On the way home, we stocked up on storm essentials- wine and beer, bottled water, milk, cold cuts, bread and chips.

The storm picked up during the night, and Irene let her presence be known.

~Sunday, August 28~

At 5:30 A.M. the fire pager went off for the first time, and didn't stop for the rest of the day. Most streets were impassable because multiple downed trees blocked the way. Our power went out around 8 A.M. A tree fell on our neighbor's roof. Will reported for a fire call at a local campground. A tree had fallen on a camper and killed a man.

The kids were scared and bored without the TV, computer, Wii, and the usual diversions. Their fighting was beginning to drive me up a wall, and I was regretting not going to my mother's house the night before.

By 5 P.M. the storm was easing up, so the kids and I headed out to the camper where we would at least have some lights, a working fridge and stove, hot running water, and a flushing toilet. Will finally came home, and we had a pleasant evening. He was exhausted, so I knew that putting the moves on him was not my best choice. By 9 P.M. everyone was asleep, and I was sitting on the camper couch with my Nook and a glass of cab. sauv.

~Monday, August 29~

This was supposed to be the first day of school. Since our town looked like a war zone, and another in our district was underwater, the opening of school was delayed until next Tuesday, the day after Labor Day.

I took the kids back to my parents' house because the power company was saying that we would probably be without power until Thursday. During the day we saw the video on YouTube of the covered bridge that my kids had posed in front of falling into the water and being washed away. Everyone was stunned and sad.

Will had to work a double shift, and he returned home to sleep in the camper by himself. He still had hot water, a stove, cold beer, lights and a flushing toilet, but there's no TV, no computer, and no way to charge his iPhone.

~Tuesday, August 30~

Still no power, but the sun was shining brightly. This is the weird part of a storm, when the sun is out, but there's still no school because the roads are littered with pieces of tree.

Will decided to take a double shift on Wednesday, since the kids and I won't be home anyway.

The power company is still estimating Thursday to return our electricity. I guess we'll be staying until Thursday, Mom.

Since it will be a couple of days before we are sleeping under the same roof, I find my hand creeping up under my nightgown, into my panties. It's getting hard to type with one hand, since the other hand is in my underwear, rubbing my clit. Writing all of this down has made me so wet, I know I need to masturbate to get any relief. I wish my vibrator was here with me, but all I have is my hand and the crazy stories in my head.

Too hard to type. Must go rub my clit.

Goodnight, Will. I love you.

 (Hurricane Season is free on Amazon Oct. 3-7, 2016.)

Dirty Excerpt: Black Friday/Cyber Monday

Black Friday/Cyber Monday: Six friends get together each Black Friday for a mall contest. The girls compete for the best bargains; the guys dream up a "sex in the mall" contest--find women to fuck them in the mall--and provide video evidence.

But Dwayne is not a good looking man. His "rat face" makes it hard to meet women.

Fortunately, "chunky but spunky" Barb offers to help him out by fucking him in the Pearle Vision office. When they edit their video, they realize that they've been attracted to each other for years.

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Rocco made his arrangements with Penny and returned to Lisa. “Did you come up with a location for us to make this audition video?”

“My sister works at the Hallmark store. She thinks she could sneak us into the back room for a few minutes. We have to be quick and quiet though. What do you think?”
“Let’s do it.”

The Hallmark store was packed, and it was hard to get around all of the people trying to buy ornaments, Yankee Candles, and other Christmas crap. Lisa spotted her sister and tried to flag her down. The amalgam of scents from the candles and the cacophony of voices and singing, dancing Santas and musical decorations hit Rocco like a brick wall. This is the unsexiest place ever, he thought. It’s a good thing she’s hot.

He looked around the chaos. “How the fuck are we gonna get back there?”

“My sister’s gonna drop something to create a diversion. That will be our cue to bolt for the back door,” Lisa said as she tried to guide Rocco closer to the back of the store.

CRASH!

“C’mon.” Her sister met them in the doorway, led them to a supply closet in the back, turned on the light, and grabbed a broom. She turned and gave Rocco the once-over. She reached up and touched his long, angular face and let her fingertip settle in the cleft in his chin for a moment.

Rocco smiled, encouraging her.

“I have, like, one second here. Can you take your shirt off so I can see if your abs are as hard as they look through your shirt?”

Lisa pulled him by the hand into the closet and helped him pull off his t-shirt. Her sister’s eyes bulged as they traced the hard lines of his six-pack. Lisa reached around from behind and put her hands over his nipples, making Rocco and both girls shudder.

“Get out of here,” Lisa said to her sister. “You’re gonna get fired!”

Lisa closed the door behind her and said, “Do you have your camera ready so I can take my clothes off? I wouldn’t want you to miss that.”

“You are so perfect for this video, babe. I’m all set. Go ahead and strip for me.” He pointed the camera and hit the record button.

She swayed her hips as she unbuttoned her jeans. They were so tight, she had trouble pulling them down, but she quickly discarded them and pulled off her shirt. She was not wearing a bra, leaving her in only her lacy pink panties.

Rocco groaned as his cock swelled. “Oh, you are so sexy, babe.” He reached out to touch her rose-colored nipples and gave each small tit a squeeze. Big, full boobs were his favorite, but he couldn’t resist tiny little tits on a small girl either.
“Careful, you’re shaking the camera,” she said. “You don’t want to mess up my audition tape.”

“Mmm. Take your panties off. I want to see your pussy.”

She hooked her thumbs through the silky fabric and took them down, just a little bit. She turned away from him, giving him a glance at the top of her cheeks and the crack in between. She turned again, this time dropping her panties to the bottom of her slim buttocks. Her thumbs remained hooked in the fabric as she turned to face him.

“Oh, babe,” he said when he saw her for the first time from the front. She let the panties fall to the floor and stepped out of them, spreading her legs enough to allow Rocco to see her pink lips before she turned away from him. She bent at the waist, legs apart, and pulled her ass cheeks open with her hand, revealing her rosebud. 

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Dirty Excerpt: Bare Naked

 Bare Naked: A Nude Skater's Waltz
Featuring hot sex and ice skating in the nude, Skater's Waltz is the story of Trish, who meets Mark in the bar where she works after his winning hockey game. She offers him a ride home, and takes him to her apartment where they have beautiful sex. As Mark falls for her, however, he finds out that her reputation is less than pure.

Their relationship grows deeper and sexier until Trish comes to believe that Mark has betrayed her, and they prepare to go their separate ways. How will Mark and Trish overcome their differences and ensure their future together?

“What business of yours does everybody know?” Mark said, teasing. 
Trish panicked for a moment, before regaining her composure. She figured that Mark had heard the rumors about her by that time, and she couldn’t tell if he knew or not. She decided to distract him. She took him by the hand and led him through a door at the back of the bar.  
Mark wondered where the bartender was. There were a few patrons at the bar, but no one was waiting on them.  
Trish led him to the small, dimly-lit stockroom. He looked around, expecting dust and spiders, but saw only bar supplies. Before he could ask why they were in the stockroom, Trish pushed him back against the shelves holding cases of napkins and plastic cups and unbuttoned the first button on his shirt.
“Right here?” he said.
“Shh…” She moved down, exposing his chest. When his shirt was completely open, she started on his belt. She unfastened his pants and removed his stiffening cock. She gave his pants a tug, and in one motion, they were around his knees.  
“Ooh,” he said as she dropped to her knees. He placed his hands on her head and ruffled her hair as she went to work on his hard-on. This blowjob was even hotter than the first one she had given him in her bed. Mark supposed that the thrill of getting blown in public probably had something to do with that, but he didn’t think about it much as Trish’s tongue lapped up and down his cock.
He thrust his cock to the very back of her mouth while he held her head in place with his hands. She gagged, but she recovered and took as much of him in as she could. Her pussy was on fire, and she placed her hand between her thighs and gave herself a gentle rub.  
Neither Mark nor Trish was aware that someone else was in the stockroom. The bartender had gone in to get a bag of chips and was now trapped watching Trish, his co-worker, giving this guy a blow job. He felt his own cock stirring and felt ashamed. He wondered how long they could possibly last in there.
When the stockroom door opened again, all three heard it creak. Mark and the bartender froze, mortified. Trish kept sucking Mark’s cock.  
“Neil?” It was a woman's voice. “Neil? Are you in here?” Neil, the bartender, didn’t move a muscle. The door closed again, and Mark relaxed, figuring that the woman had gone back into the bar. Trish continued to suck his dick as if nothing had happened.
Neil could see the woman from where he was standing, so he knew she hadn’t gone. It was Sherry, one of his regulars. Sherry was the girl that would dance topless on the bar, if someone kept buying the drinks. He could see her gazing at Mark’s bare chest and the back of Trish’s head. Sherry was tall and slim, and now she pulled up her short skirt, exposing her panties in the dim light of the stockroom. Neil stifled a moan.  
Neil watched Sherry for a moment before looking back at Mark and Trish. He saw Sherry’s panties fall around her ankles and watched her hand disappear under her skirt. Trish was putting on quite a show. Neil had heard the rumors about Trish, but her cock-sucking show still surprised him. He unzipped his fly and took out his cock. He stroked slowly and quietly, hoping not to be seen.Mark was losing control. His hands pulled at Trish’s hair as he looked down to see his cock sliding in and out of Trish’s mouth. She pulled gently on his balls for a moment before stopping abruptly and standing up.
“My turn,” she said, just loudly enough for the onlookers to hear. She pulled Mark by the hands and took his spot against the boxes. She was wearing a skirt, so she took off her panties quickly. She lifted her skirt high enough for Neil to see her pubic hair, and she pushed Mark to his knees before her.  Neil was less successful in stifling his moan this time. Trish and Mark looked around like startled deer, but they stood in the dim light, making it difficult to see into the shadows.  
Sherry was still unaware that Neil was in the stockroom watching her. She brought her fingers to her lips and stuck them into her mouth. It wasn't necessary because her pussy was already so wet, but when she brought her fingers to her pussy, she slid them all the way in with no resistance at all.  Mark placed his fingers gently on Trish’s outer lips, pulling them apart and exposing her clitoris. He stuck his tongue out and very lightly licked her inner lips before brushing her clit. At the first slight contact, Trish shuddered and moaned out loud.  
Sherry finger-fucked herself for a moment and then rubbed her clit in small circles. She could see only the back of Mark’s head between Trish’s long legs, and she silently willed Trish to take off her sweater. She didn’t have to wait long.  
“Take your top off, Trish,” Mark said without removing his lips from her pussy. She complied without a word and removed her bra before waiting to be instructed. Her hands reached for her tits and pinched her nipples, making them even harder than before. 
Neil had a much better view of the action than Sherry did. He was watching from the side, and he was close enough to see Mark’s tongue probing between Trish’s legs. He could see her hips bucking as her orgasm approached. Trish’s palms slid slowly over her hard nipples, making Mark, Neil and Sherry moan.
Neil looked away from Trish and Mark to watch the woman by the door as she masturbated in the stockroom. Even in the dim light, he could see that she was also approaching climax, and Neil suspected that she would not be able to remain quiet when she came. He watched as she licked her fingers once again, and he yearned to find out how her sweet nectar tasted.  
Trish couldn’t last much longer. She put her right foot up on a box to spread her legs wider. “Stick your fingers in my cunt, Mark. I’m gonna come.” Mark extended two fingers and slid them inside her. He pushed them in and out furiously, still licking her clit at the same rhythmic pace.A moment later, she came loudly. “MOTHERFUCKER! OH SHIT! OH FUCK! OH GOD! OH! OH! OH!” 
When she finally relaxed, Mark stood up, turned her around, and bent her over. Trish grabbed the shelf and braced herself. Mark pounded his cock into her dripping pussy and fucked her hard. The shelf shook with the force of his thrusts, and a couple of small boxes fell to the floor.  
Trish opened her eyes and attempted to look at Mark behind her. As she looked to the side, she caught a glimpse of Neil, cock in hand. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t tell Mark. She knew that she should put a stop to this, but she couldn’t even form the word stop with her lips. The naughtiness of having her coworker jerking off while watching her get fucked doggy-style thrilled her. 
“Spank me, Slapshot,” she said loudly. She wanted to make sure Neil heard her ask for it.

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Review: Community Cervix by Amber Skye

Community Cervix by Amber Skye
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This is Amber Skye's best work to date. Super slick writing with a hot little story. Nicole goes home to take care of her father and escape the disaster her life has become. She volunteers to do a neighborhood service project and hopes to be paired with the hot guy down the street. Instead she works with Harper, a girl Nicole babysat for years ago. The pacing in the story is spot on with tension in all the right places. And the sex is steamy.

Amber also told me that my book, Seasons of Lesbian Erotica, inspired her to write this kind of a story. That makes me happy, for sure. Especially since Community Cervix is such a good story!

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A Treat for My Readers! (Explicit)

Do I have a treat for you today, my readers!
I'm going to give you a naughty little nibble of my new book She's My Reference. It is a FREE ebook, available exclusively to my favorite readers (a.k.a. my subscribers). I just sent it out to current subscribers, and now I'd like to offer it to you. 
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 It's called She's My Reference, and it is short and dirty. Very dirty. With a raunchy little twist at the end to make sure you're paying attention. Here's a naughty sample:

Carrie stormed into the faculty room and slammed her binder on the lunch table where I sat eating my lunch. It was Taco Tuesday, my favorite. She scared the crap out of me, which made me spill taco guts all over my tie."That man has had it in for me since the minute he stepped into this building," she said, fuming.  "What happened now?" I said. I didn't care for Carrie's sake, but we were all trying to get a feel for what life was going to be like under the new "Roberts Regime."Click to subscribe!"I am under direct orders to clear every training session with him before I even post it! How am I supposed to know which training I need to do if I cannot post it? I have been responsible for faculty technology training for two years now, and I have never needed administrator approval to schedule training. People sign up; I schedule the training. Simple as that," she said, over enunciating as she took the mail from her mailbox and grabbed her binder. "I do not understand why he cannot just trust me, like Sandy did."  She slammed the door as she left the room, and the clacking of her high heels faded away after a moment."What the hell was that?" the math substitute at the end of the table asked."Hurricane Carrie," I said. "She's a little intense. She's pissed because she won't get all her 'special privileges' now that Sandy Larson is the curriculum administrator instead of the building principal.""What did she do to earn those privileges?" the math sub asked with a raised eyebrow."They graduated from here together in the 90s," I told him. "Sandy takes care of her friends.""Takes care of them, huh?" he asked, again with a wicked waggle of the eyebrows.I finally got his meaning. "No, no. Nothing like that," I said. "Her friends, her former teachers, the people she hired—they get the best schedules, the air conditioned classrooms, and the cushiest duties. Things like that.""Oh." He sounded disappointed.For the first time, I thought about the possibility that Carrie had slept with someone to get this faculty tech trainer gig. Thanks to Mr. Substitute Math Teacher, I suddenly had a very clear, very naughty vision of Sandy. On her back, completely naked, legs spread wide with Carrie's head between her thighs. Her tongue lapped gently at Sandy's pussy. In my vision, which was so vivid that it practically had its own background music, Carrie was wearing nothing but a red thong and high heels as she bent her head in for another taste. Sandy's hands rubbed her own tits, and she moaned as Carrie's fingers spread her pussy lips again—”At that moment, the bell rang, bursting my daydream like a soap bubble. "And not a moment too soon," I said to myself. My cock had begun to stir before I heard the bell, so I was grateful for its piercing sound. 

 * * * *
"Can you believe Carrie quit that sweet tech trainer job?" my buddy Sean said as I placed my empty beer bottle on the bar in front of me. "She had the life there for a while. Roberts must have torn her a new one after Sandy got involved." Sean's chemistry class was across the hall from my biology classroom, but Mickey's Bar was a much more comfortable environment for discussing the morons we worked with. "I heard she told him he could go fuck himself.""No way. Ms. English Teacher wouldn't dare use a word with only four letters," I said. "What's a really long word for fuck?""You're the biology teacher; you'd know better than I would," he said with a snort. "I teach chemistry, for Christ's sake. I just wonder who they'll replace her with. This Roberts guy probably has a niece that needs a job or something. You know how things work around here.""I applied for it, but I know I won't get it," I said, shaking my head.  "What won't you get?" asked Crystal, as she joined us at the bar. Crystal sometimes stopped by for a drink or two, but she was married with kids, so she never stayed long. She taught algebra and geometry, and her outspoken nature kept her from getting any slack from the administration.  "The faculty tech trainer job. Cruella de Carrie quit," I said."You would be so good at that job," she said. "You do everything on those computers.""Yeah, but he doesn't kiss anybody's ass, so he won't be first on that list," Sean said. He signaled the bartender for another round."It's just so frickin' frustrating," I said. "I work my ass off all the time, but because I didn't go to high school with Sandy, I get nothing. Who do you have to blow to catch a break in that place?""Careful what you wish for," teased Crystal. "We don't know anything about Roberts yet. He might require some 'encouragement' to hire you." She punctuated "encouragement" with air quotes. "Hell, I'd take it up the ass, if I thought it would get me the job," I said as the bartender handed me my beer.  "Which job is that?" She was young and cute, and she giggled a little when she said it. I blushed and held my hands up in front of me in defense as I said, "You know that was a joke, right?"She smiled and said, "Oh, sure. A joke," but when she returned with our change, she asked again. "What’s the job?" I told her about the position and the unlikelihood of being the one to fill it. "Is that in the Springdale School District?" The bar was located in Springdale."No. East Lake. The nepotism there goes back three generations." "Isn't there a new guy in charge at East Lake? There was a thing in the paper the other—""Yeah. Our new boss. James Roberts. We don't know anything about him yet. I guess I'll be the first one to test the waters." The bartender smiled, flashing her gorgeous white teeth as she turned to wait on another customer. When she returned, she looked me in the eye with a playful look and slid a piece of paper across the bar. "Call me. Maybe I can help you get that job," she said in a low voice. She sauntered off to wait on another customer, leaving me with my chin on the floor and her number in my hand, wondering what the hell she meant.

 * * * *
When I got home, Mousse, my chocolate lab, was practically tearing down the door to get out. While I walked her, I thought about the bartender at Mickey's and her offer. I thought maybe she was offering to blow someone for me, but I really kind of hoped she was offering to blow me. Fortunately, Mousse knew the way home because I was completely lost in my own head.I put Mousse's leash on the counter, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and headed for the shower. As the hot steam swirled around me, I convinced myself that she probably meant that she could get me a job at the bar or something. A part-time job didn't seem like a bad idea either, especially if it meant working with a hottie like her.  My cock was already in my hand when I allowed myself to picture her. She had to be ten years younger than I was. She didn't even look old enough to be in a bar, which I found oddly appealing. I stroked myself as I remembered our brief encounter. I saw her working behind the bar. Beautiful hands pouring drinks, long legs barely hidden by her short shorts. I grabbed the bar of soap and washed quickly then returned my soapy, slippery hand to my erection.  As I stroked the length of my cock, my imagination undressed her. She leaned over to pick something up and her shorts fell to the floor. I moaned and gripped my cock a little tighter when I saw that light blue slice of fabric resting between her buttocks. "Of course she wears a thong," I thought, forgetting that this was all happening in my mind.I was sure that she would be clean-shaven, and when she turned toward me and removed her panties, I saw the thin swath remaining. I took my fingers and spread some of the pre-cum pooled at the tip of my cock around my shaft and stroked faster, rocking my hips back and forth in time with my fist.  Gazing at the swell of her breasts under her shirt, I wondered if her nipples were pierced. She removed her tight, Hollister top, revealing the sweet, little bra that matched the panties that she had already dropped to the floor. In my daydream, she looked down at my erection and licked her lips. I returned the look to her sex and found that her pussy lips were swollen and damp. I wanted to reach out and stick my fingers between those lips. Again I tightened my grip, imagining how tight her pussy would be. Finally, her bra fell to the floor, revealing the most beautiful pair of tits my imagination could conjure. They would fit perfectly in my hands. I pumped my cock with my hand, hard and fast, and my orgasm approached. My hips could barely keep up with the pace of my jacking hand. My mind returned to those beautiful, luscious tits, to imagine her nipples. Mmm . . . Just as I expected. Light pink areolae, long nipples, and a glint of gold. Each nipple wore a small gold ring. My tongue flicked out of my mouth to tease a nipple, to play with the pink, pierced nub. Suddenly, my cock exploded. My whole body flexed, and I stroked hard. The cum spurted from the tip of my cock, just as my lips closed around her nipple in my mind.My orgasm lasted much longer than it usually does when I'm by myself. I'm also sure I yelled louder than I usually do. This orgasm was by far the best that I'd ever achieved without an actual woman there to help me. I finished my shower, brushed my teeth, and went to bed without even finishing my beer.  I knew it was crazy, but I also knew I would call her in the morning.

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Review: Unraveled

Unraveled by C. Jai Ferry
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Reading this book is like standing at a buffet table, full of bite-sized treats. Some are savory, some are sweet. Even if you're allergic to shellfish and you have to pass on the shrimp puffs, you still walk away satisfied. This book is a wonderful collection of bite-sized treats. Some are downright disturbing, disgusting, heart-breaking. Some are a pleasant way to pass the amount of time it would take to eat a mini cream puff.

My favorites include #1 Ritual, #7 Shaken Martinis, #13 Salvation, #14 Lynn's Best Day, #17 When Memory Lane Is Too Blurry for a Stroll, #18 In the Cards, #19 Control, #22 Law and Order and Dominion, #23 The Choice, and #24 Winter.

There is no room for error in a story as short as these. Each word does the work of a paragraph in a longer story, leaving no room for weak writing to hide. I am seriously impressed by this author's skill.

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Review: Enthralled: Futanari Vampires 1

Enthralled by Bryce Calderwood
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

What a ride! This book barrels through like a freight train from the first sentence to the last. The story is well-constructed, interesting, and fast-paced. It's also graphic and messy--so messy I couldn't read it while I ate. Bryce Calderwood has mastered the art of putting unrelated things together in a story, which I love, even when the subject isn't to my liking. I raced through the last third of the book because I couldn't wait to see where it was taking me.

Calderwood is a master storyteller. For all the messiness in the content, the story is tidy and all laced up in a tight package. The writing itself is slick. No fluffy language to distract from the action. Sentences that cut to the chase like Ashlyn's Damascus steel sword.

I highly recommend this excellent story.

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Dirty Excerpt: Come with a Friend

 Come with a Friend

An eighteen-old-man with a tragic life and a history of being bullied reconnects with a childhood friend who cooks up a scheme to take revenge on the bully of their youth. But is revenge the real reason for Jason wearing a gown to the prom? Or could it be love?
 

They both laughed, and Timmy went to the door to switch the lights off again. Kari held her arms out, inviting him back into her embrace. They resumed their kiss, just as passionate as the earlier one.
Kari was fully erect in seconds, her cock pushing against the crinoline under her taffeta skirt. Timmy took her hand from his ass and placed it over his erection, squeezing her hand around him. Then he moved his own hand to Kari's hard-on, not caring if her pre-cum soiled her skirt. He rubbed up and down her cock, moaning into her mouth as he did. "Kari, you're so hard for me."
He pushed her gently by the shoulders until her back was against the wall, and he got to his knees in front of her. His cellphone remained in his hand, and in the dim light, he looked up at her. She was terrified, and it showed on her face, but she made no move to stop him. He placed the cellphone on the floor next to him and reached under her skirt. His hands searched through the layers of the dress until he found her ankles. He ran his palms up her legs, making her giggle nervously.
"I didn't shave my legs," she said, embarrassed.
Timmy paused and looked up at her. "I'm gay, Kari. Hair doesn't bother me." He moved his hands up to her ass, and rubbed her buns, exposed by the slim strip of fabric on the back of the panties she wore. He slipped a finger under the elastic of the silky garment, making her shiver. Her erection poked at his face through the fabric. He grabbed at the layers of material again and ducked his head under the dress. Kari grabbed the hem and pulled it above her waist, allowing him access to her body.
Kari's knees went weak as Timmy's cheek brushed against her thigh. His face rested along her satin-covered cock, and she sighed with a contentment she hadn't felt since the day before she moved away from Mulberry Street. She rubbed Timmy's hair with her free hand, the other still holding up her skirt. "Oh, Timmy," she said, almost in a moan.
Contentment quickly turned to need when Timmy turned his face and placed his mouth over the tip of her cock, her pre-cum soaking through her panties. He licked at with a hunger not found in any ten-minute porn clip, consuming as much of it as he could. When the well ran dry, he reached into her delicate panties and pulled out the cock that strained against them, plunging it directly into his mouth. Her pre-cum dribbled to the back of his mouth, coating his tongue with its viscosity.
"Oh my god," she said with a gasp as she felt the warm wetness of his mouth enveloping her hardness. She gripped his hair tighter as her best friend gave her a blowjob. Her very first. She ignored the irony that she was receiving said blowjob in a prom gown, and groaned as she realized that this would be over far too quickly.                                                                                                       Timmy wrapped his hand around Kari's cock and pulled it back against her flat belly. She pulled her dress up higher, feeling like not just a woman, but a beautiful, sexy woman. Timmy's tongue started behind her balls and licked upward, over her scrotum and up the length of her cock, pausing at the head to lap up the pre-cum that continued to leak out. His own cock, still trapped in his pants, brushed against her legs, reminding her that he was there, and that he was as aroused as she was. His arousal increased Kari's, and she bucked her hips towards his face, fucking him as he sucked harder, as if to draw the cum from her balls.
It worked. "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck," she said, all traces of her fake accent having vanished in her moment of abandon. Her knees shook, but she dropped her skirt over Timmy, and used both hands to grip his head through the fabric. "I'm coming in your mouth, Timmy. Oh, god."

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Finding the Erotic Everywhere

I don't think of myself of much of a romantic. I'm not too big on candles and flowers, and I can't
always make myself write a HEA. But for some crazy reason, my characters insist on falling in love. The thing is, romance and the erotic are everywhere. You just have to look at the world through the right lens to see it. I didn't know this until I was almost forty, but I almost always see the world this way now.

(And when I say "see," I also mean "hear." You'll see what I mean in a minute.)

I always talk about "erotic realism," and I never really know if people know if readers know what I mean. (I once got a really terrible review on Wicked Cold because the reader thought I meant "100% true-to-life, accurate facts. In the story, I invented an ice hotel and placed it outside of Montreal. She assumed I was talking about a real ice hotel in Quebec. She accused me of not being as realistic as I claim.)

What I mean is that I write from the perspective of literary realism. "Literary realism, in contrast to idealism, attempts to represent familiar things as they are. Realist authors chose to depict everyday and banal activities and experiences, instead of using a romanticized or similarly stylized presentation." I write about things as they are, not as I wish they were. That reality isn't always happy, and sometimes the reader feels kind of rotten at first. You're supposed to feel rotten. Sometimes life is rotten.

Unlike the literary realists of the nineteenth century, I write erotica. I can't leave readers hanging in the depths of despair, right? So once the reader is sufficiently mired in the darkness, I lift them up. Shine some light onto those characters. Perk them up and get them laid. And then we all feel better, right?

The point is, I prefer to write about homeless people falling in love to writing about billionaires. I'd rather write about the depressed janitor or the bullied teenager than the prom queen. Everyday people in everyday situations, who suddenly find themselves in love. They're all around us.

The key is to keep that erotic lens out there so that when opportunity presents itself, you're ready to turn it into something smutty. (And again, I wear my smut lenses on my ears. I'm auditory. Not so visual.)

For example:



“Fifteen dollars a person, or twenty-eight dollars a couple. That’s right, folks. Come with a friend and save two dollars.”

When I heard this on our morning announcements at school, I cracked up. And I couldn't believe that the sophomores sitting in front of me weren't laughing too. A minute later, I wasn't laughing anymore. I was writing as fast as I could about a depressed teenager with no friends sitting in class hearing the same announcement. "Come with a friend. That's great if you have friends." Next thing I knew, I had this boy in a prom dress, going to the prom with a childhood buddy to get revenge on a bully. And then my brain had them making out. And then in bed. And then happy.

All because I had my smut lenses on my ears.

Come with a Friend is available in the new collection OUT: Five Erotic Stories of Gay
Self-Discovery. https://www.amazon.com/Out-Five-Eroti...

Another one:

“I have tasty fingers!”

A junior (boy) came back from lunch talking about eating lemonade drink mix with his fingers. When he said that, I instantly thought of fingers actually being able to taste, which reminded me of another student telling me about synesthesia, a condition in which a person has some sensory confusion. I exaggerated it, of course, and made it smutty. A man who couldn't stand the taste of pussy. (Seriously, what kind of man is he??) When his girlfriend turns down his marriage proposal because she's not being satisfied, he gets help from an unethical pharmaceutical researcher who gives him a solution: fingers that taste.

Read it here on Literotica (for free): https://www.literotica.com/s/the-side...

The bottom line is that the erotic is everywhere. Keep an eye and ear out, and you'll find it.

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Review: Landscaper in Paradise

I was looking forward to this one, and I was not disappointed!Click here to read my post about the book release.
Landscaper in Paradise by Robin Stone
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I read this final installment with trepidation because I couldn't imagine what kind of ending would satisfy me after three super hot, romantic books. How could a story of polyamory end happily, with all parties satisfied? Robin Stone nailed it.

Just like the other books, this one is filled with scorching sex and deep feelings, but in this one, we finally see Eric opening up and expressing his feelings. It packed a punch.

The Landscaper is one of the best series of erotica I've read. And I'll probably reread it.

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