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December 6, 2015
Sinful Sunday: Festive
Ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas
November 29, 2015
Sinful Sunday: Festive
Ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas
November 27, 2015
Black Friday
Another gust of wind blew and my muscles tensed as if I was about to be knocked over by a tidal wave. Even through four layers of clothing, plus my downy jacket, the cold air still cut right through to my bones. I yanked the wool cap down tighter on my head and shivered.
Figures, the year I decide to camp out for a Black Friday deal the temperatures decide to set a new record low for November. I pulled my phone from my jeans. Three twelve a.m. and nineteen degrees. Damn. I looked longingly at the electronic store doors that wouldn’t open for another two hours and forty-eight minutes and imagined the warm rush of air that would hit my face when I made a mad dash inside.
I wanted so badly to crawl back into the tent I had set up, but I knew that once I curled up inside the thick sleeping bag I would pass out, and I slept like the dead. No way was I going to risk sleeping through my phone alarm and missing out on an Xbox One for two hundred bucks. The store only had ten to sell and I showed up eight hours ago to get the fifth spot in line. I could wait out the cold and sleep when I got home.
Pulling myself up from the frozen concrete, I stretched my legs and bounced in place a bit to get the blood pumping again. My ass was numb and dammit, it felt like icicles had formed on my balls.
The whir of a zipper being pulled drew my attention to my right where customer number four emerged from her tent and started doing the same stay warm dance I was doing. The poor thing looked pathetically cute. Beneath the massive hood of her winter coat I could see her lips were tinged blue and her black rimmed glasses had a thin sheen of frost on them. She started moving from one foot to the other and I realized she wasn’t moving around to keep warm. That was the “I gotta pee” dance.
“Too much coffee?”
“Huh?” she said, turning towards me. “Oh, yeah.” Her face clearly showed the battle she was having over giving up her spot or squatting behind her tent.
“Look, I’ll keep an eye on your stuff and hold your spot, there’s a gas station-“
By the time both the words “thank” and “you” were out of her mouth, she was halfway across the parking lot.
Ten minutes later, my ass was back on the frozen concrete and she was handing me a hot cup of coffee.
“The least I could do,” she said as she folded her legs and sat beside me.
“I may ask for you to return the favor after this is gone,” I said, cupping both of my hands around the hot Styrofoam cup.
“No problem. I’m Amber.” She stuck out her hand and I shook it.
“James.”
“So, James, you here to grab an Xbox One?”
“Yup.”
“Me too.”
“Really? For your boyfriend?” She wasn’t wearing a ring. Yes, I checked.
She scoffed, “Hell no, it’s for me! What, a girl can’t be a gamer?”
I shrugged.
“Besides,” she added, “no man I ever dated is worth this kind of hell.”
“Even if he was good in bed?”
Well, that wasn’t very appropriate, I thought to myself but then she said, “Not even if he had a ten inch cock and made it his business to make me come six ways from Sunday every day of the week.”
Wow.
We made small talk and when our coffee was finished she started to shiver again.
“It’s too damn cold out here,” she said. “I think I’ll go back inside.”
Before ducking back into her tent, she added, “You know, they say the best way to stay warm in temperatures like this is get naked and snuggle.” With a wink, she disappeared.
Wait, is she-?
She left her tent unzipped.
I think she is.
I followed her inside and closed the tent up behind me. She had two sleeping bags, both of them opened all the way, and she was lying between them. Her boots were already off as was her coat and she was wiggling under the sleeping bag blanket like she was working on removing something else. I felt my frozen testicles thaw and my popsicle of a dick twitch.
“What are you waiting for, James?” she said and pulled her jeans from beneath the blanket and tossed them. “Get under here.”
I seemed to have grown an extra set of thumbs as I fumbled with my boots, but once they were off I flung the blanket back and took a good look at the rockin’ body Amber had been hiding under her winter clothes. She still wore a few layers on top, but waist down? Nothing but a pair of white cotton panties and a pair of black wool socks that went all the way up mid-thigh. My cock that was fully defrosted now and hard as fuck, twitched again. She pulled me on top of her and I covered us up.
“Mmm, better already,“ she said while her hands opened up my jeans and pushed them down my legs until I could kick them off. Her thighs parted and I fell between them, settling my full weight on top of her. I buried my face into her hair. Good god, she smelled like sugar cookies.
I didn’t know what to do next. Here I was, half naked between the legs of a hot woman, my noticeably hard dick pressing right into her body, but did she want to fuck? Maybe she really did just want to cuddle to get warm. Then I felt her move.
Her hips rolled just slightly until the head of my cock nestled right between the lips of her pussy, and then she shifted again so that it was against her clit, her panties a thin barrier between us. She started to writhe, using my dick as a fulcrum to get herself off, her hips moving up and down. I could feel her juice soaking through her panties and I pulled my face from her hair to watch hers.
Her lips were shaped into a little round “O” as she moaned quietly. Her eyes were scrunched shut behind the adorable glasses she wore. Suddenly her fingers dug into my ass and she pulled, her hips moving in quick circles now and I could feel her swollen nub rubbing right against the tip of my cock. I gave my hips a little thrust to help her along and then her back arched and she came hard, a loud cry filling the tent. Afraid other shoppers would hear, I covered her mouth with my hand but then she parted her lips and started to suck on my index finger, humming around it.
That was hot. As. Fuck.
I told her so.
“You should taste me,” she purred.
Who am I to argue?
Filed under: Sexy Stories
November 13, 2015
Frisky Friday
He woke with a start, worried that he had slept in and would be late for work. Usually he woke just five minutes before the alarm clock went off, so he was a little surprised upon seeing that he still had twenty minutes before he had to get out of bed. What had woken him, he wondered. He listened in the dark for any foreign sounds that might have stirred him, but no, the house was still quiet.
Put off that something had denied him that little extra bit of sleep, he huffed and turned to his side and was greeted by the sight of his lover’s bare breast.
Oh, hello.
She lay there on her back, the sheet low on her hips, and the lose tank top she wore to bed had shifted in her sleep so that her left nipple was exposed. It practically taunted him in the dim light that was just beginning to fill their bedroom.
His semi morning hard-on now at full mast, he grinned and reached a single finger out to playfully flick the rosy temptress. His sleeping lover’s brows drew together and her lips went full pout before she turned away and curled up on her side.
Not at all discouraged, he snuggled up behind her, spooning her, and stroked her bare arm with his thumb while gently kissing her clavicle. Her body tensed at first, but as she began to stir it relaxed with a sigh and she wiggled against him until his cock that had been awkwardly poking the back of her thigh was snug just beneath the curves of her full bottom.
She turned her sleepy lips to his and they kissed and smiled before she lay her head back and let him continue.
He was slow and gentle, caressing the skin of her arms with his fingertips, warming the flesh of her back and neck with his mouth. He allowed her body to become accustomed to his touch before slipping his hand beneath her top to thumb that nipple that had teased him so.
Victory is mine, you wicked pink morsel!
She moved her hips seductively, massaging his cock with her ass and his hands grew more eager, squeezing her breast now as he sucked on the skin just below her ear. His lover reached behind to yank his boxers down and then lifted her leg just slightly to rest on top of his. Her panties were moved out of the way and he slipped easily inside of her.
Rocking his hips in a steady rhythm, he fucked her gently, leisurely, as good morning sex should be. As his hand continued to knead her breast, hers moved to where they were joined. He groaned when her fingers, drawing lazy circles around her clit, grazed his cock moving in and out of her.
When she reached behind her once again, this time to press the pads of her fingers into his ass, pulling him to her, he quickened his thrusts and pulled hard on her nipple.
“Come for me, baby,” he told her.
Her fingers worked faster between her legs, then he felt her tighten and let go, and he followed. Stilling, his cock pulsed inside her spasming muscles and they groaned and shuddered together.
Just minutes later the racket of his alarm clock disrupted their post coital bliss. He slapped the noise off and went back to spooning her. Being late didn’t seem like a bad idea after all.
Filed under: Sexy Stories
November 8, 2015
Imagine
She only saw him for a second.
Walking to her car from an early Sunday afternoon shopping trip, freshly manicured and pedicured, department store bags in tow, she passed him.
He smiled.
A flash of straight pearly whites against dark surrounding scuff, just a bit, as if he hadn’t shaved in a day or two.
A trim waist hidden beneath worn Levi’s.
Muscular arms emerging from a white t-shirt.
She couldn’t see his eyes behind the sunglasses he wore but she imagined them to be bluish-grey, intense and piercing.
Dark brown hair, messy and natural, as if he just rolled out of bed- maybe not his own- and walked out the door.
She only saw him for a second and yet her body responded as if he was familiar. Her pupils dilated, her breath caught in her throat, and her pulse increased a fraction. A small flutter occurred inside her belly.
She smiled back.
Back home in her bedroom, as she tucks her new purchases away in their proper drawers, she thinks of him. Stripping herself of everything but her panties, she lies on the sheets of her unmade bed and closes her eyes.
She imagines his scruff against her skin as he kisses her throat.
His breath warming her flesh, she breaks out in goosebumps.
Her hands begin to roam as his would over her body, caressing her thighs, up her belly, and to her breasts.
Soft fingers drawing lazy circles around her nipples as they tighten and peak.
Pinching.
Pulling.
An ache building between her legs.
An easy sigh as her legs go lax and she feels the wet lace.
One finger, stroking and teasing.
Her lips part, she is panting, longing for something to taste on her tongue, but there is only air, and so she groans as her knees fall further apart and she slides a hand inside her panties.
Between slippery folds her fingers play, coaxing the swollen pearl until her hips are moving, her body is writhing and she needs to be filled.
She imagines his rigid cock stretching her as she pushes inside, ah, so warm and wet.
Curling.
Thrusting.
Deeper.
Oh, right there.
Needy cries echo in the room, her body responds to her fantasy lover, and while her muscles go taut her soul is fluid.
Release.
Inside.
Outside.
All the cracks in between.
Simple satisfaction from a stranger with a smile.
Filed under: Sexy Stories
November 1, 2015
October 25, 2015
Saints and Sinners Giveaway!
GoodReads.com is hosting a “Saints and Sinners” giveaway! You can win a personalized, signed paperback copy of my latest book! Super easy to enter, all you have to do is click on the book title below, enter your information, and POOF, you’re in! Good luck!
Filed under: News
October 19, 2015
Bases Loaded!
In addition to putting out Saints and Sinners, I was also asked by the lovely FdotLeonora to submit a story for her anthology, Bases Loaded.
Take a look!
Bases are loaded and there’s potential for multiple homeruns in this sexy collection of Baseball erotica!
Bases Loaded compiles twelve seriously sexy short stories that will have you rooting for the happy ending, even if you are not a baseball fan like the editor.
All of the authors in this anthology have a unique take on the game and the hit players, which is guaranteed to make you want to go up to bat!
So go ahead, you’re up and the bases are loaded!
Featuring stories by: L. Maretta, Malin James, C.P. McClennan, Yolanda Shoshanda, Robin Juliet, Rosalía Zizzo, Nicole Wilder, Thomma Finland, Vita Perez, Tomio Hall-Black, Lexi Hayes and Oleander Plume.
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October 17, 2015
Saints and Sinners: A Sexy Short Story Collection
After much encouragement, I decided to publish a collection of my blog stories on Amazon. Fifteen smutty stories, one convenient place! You also get one bonus, never before published on LMaretta.com story- “The Celebration”- featuring steamy sex and yummy nachos!
Special thanks goes to two of my loves, Oleander Plume and Mojo, for creating a kick ass cover!
Yes, those are my legs (wink)!
Click on the fabulous cover to order your copy now! Available for Kindle or in print!
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