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The Liebster Awards!

 

The incredibly talented and sexy Oleander Plume nominated me for a Liebster Award!  Now, I’m not entirely sure what that is but I DO know it’s to help little blogs, like mine, get some attention.  So here are the rules if you are nominated:

Thank the person who nominated you and link to their blog.
Answer the questions provided by the person who nominated you.
Provide eleven random facts about yourself.
Nominate blogs that you feel deserve the award and have less than one thousand followers.
Create a new list of questions for the bloggers to answer

 

 

Here are my answers to Oleander’s questions:

1. What would you pick to be your personal theme song?

Imperial March from Star Wars

2. Tell me your favorite movie quote (and what movie it’s from).

“…and if you ever get lonely, just go to the record store and visit your friends.”

         Almost Famous

3. What have you always wanted to write about, but haven’t yet?

A threesome with two women and one man.

4. What are you wearing on your feet right now?

Black and white striped knee socks.

5. What is your favorite sex position to put your story characters into?

Cowgirl

6. Would you like fries with that?

You bet your ass I would! Fries are my weakness!

7. Favorite cartoon character?

Betty Boop

8. You just won a million dollars, what would you do first?

Change my phone number and then buy an island.

9. BCILF? (Book Character I’d Like to Fuck)

Atticus Finch.  Don’t judge.

10. Who is your favorite music artist?

Bono

11. What are you writing at the moment?

I just started taking notes today on an erotic thriller! I’m very excited!

 

 

 

And now 11 random facts about me…

1. I used to be distantly related to Tony Danza through marriage.

2. When I wrote my first book I went three days without sleeping at all.

3. I put a little bit of myself into all of my story characters.

4. The late George Steinbrenner once called me beautiful.  I cried the day he died.

5. I remember things from when I was only a year old.

6. I am a huge fan of the show Friends and can quote pretty much every episode.

7. I made out with one of my college professors.

8. I cannot stand the smell of peaches and I have no idea why.

9. Kiefer Sutherland scares the bejesus out of me.

10. I honestly believe that I had a guardian angel growing up, as I did several stupid things that should have ended in my death and/or arrest.  Falling out of a convertible car going 45 mph is one of them.  I only suffered minor scratches. That car was also stolen.

11. The day I moved away for college I went out and got my tongue pierced.

 

And now for my nominations!

 

Mojo

Cecily

Jamie

Drea

Mark

Andy

 

Should you choose to participate (and you don’t have to!) here are my questions for you:

1. What superpower would you have and what would you use it for?

2. What is your strangest habit?

3. What was the first album you ever purchased?

4. How many pairs of shoes do you own? Yes, I want an exact number.

5. BCILF (Book character I’d like to fuck) Yes, I stole this from Oleander but it was too good not to.

6. Your house is on fire and you can only grab one thing. What is it?

7. What is your favorite scent?

8. What is your most used curse word?

9. Would you rather lose your hearing or your sight?

10. What is your favorite Tom Hanks movie?

11. Oddest place you’ve ever had sex?

 

Have fun my friends! xoxo

 

Happy Valentine’s Day from the Sexy and Fabulously Talented Writers of Chemical [se]X

Only one week until Valentine’s Day and have we got an amazing giveaway for you, dear readers!  If you’ve been following since February 1st, you know all about it but if not, here’s the low down…

The 13 writers of Chemical [se]X put our pervy heads together and came up with a list of goodies that’ll make you want to smack your own ass and shout, “Hot damn!”  How would you like to win one of the following:

A $37 (£25) gift certificate from Belle de Soir
Two e-books from Go Deeper Press: First by Jacob Louder (one of our sinfully sexy Chemical [se]X writers) and Cream by Lana Fox
A $10 gift certificate from Seattle Chocolates
A paperback version of Chemical [se]X, signed by the author of your choice

       

If you’re screaming, “FUCK YEAH, I WANT ONE OF THOSE!” (and I know that you are) all you gotta do is comment on this post, or any other post from my blog between now and V Day and your name is entered.  Want your name entered more than once?  Comment more than once.  Your name will be entered for each comment you post on the blog and it’s not just over here!  Visit the blogs of any of our fabulous authors and they’ll enter your name, too! You can find them all on our Chemical [se]X blog.

Can ya dig it?  I knew that you could!

With Valentine’s Day right around the corner I bet some of you are still scratching your heads and wondering what to get your lover (and I mean besides the edible underwear and booby tassels you already picked up at Spencer’s).  My thoughts on Valentine’s Day gifts?

Well, we all know Valentine’s Day has always been more of a “show your woman how much she means to you by spoiling her with flowers, chocolates, and expensive gifts” holiday. Women are okay with this because, one PRESENTS (!!!) but, more importantly, on February 15th they get to do the compare and contrast thing with their girlfriends to see whose significant other loves whom the most.

“Look! Mike got me a diamond tennis bracelet!”

“Aw, isn’t that sweet? George bought me the new Coach purse and matching wallet I’ve had my eye on!”

Just like everything else, it’s so effing commercialized.

And men abide by the rules of “the more you spend on her the happier she’ll be” because Every Kiss begins with Kay and Every Blow Job Begins with Zales or some shit, right?

I remember the first Valentine’s Day my husband and I spent together. We had only been dating three months and so I’d thought it would be simple. He made reservations for us at a nice restaurant, which we ended up missing (totally my fault and a story for another time!). We drove to a few other places to eat but naturally we could only get a table if we were willing to wait three hours. We ended up at Panera, sitting outside in the chilly February air eating steamy broccoli and cheddar soup from bread bowls. After, he took me to a nearby lake where we sat wrapped in a blanket and talked and kissed and looked at stars and kissed some more. I remember thinking that night that it was the best Valentine’s Day ever and it really was. We went back to my apartment, had some great sex, and yeah, he got head even though there wasn’t a new diamond hanging around my neck.

I’m not saying it isn’t cool to buy your lover gifts on Valentine’s Day, but to me, doing is more important than spending. Valentine’s Day should be about hand written love letters, stopping to slow dance in the living room, taking a walk, bowls of soup, and cuddling together under a blanket.

And yes, okay, blow jobs.

What was your favorite Valentine’s Day?  Tell me, or anything else you’d like to share, down in the comments section and I’ll make sure you are entered to win!

And because I know you all love some good smutty stories, here is a story, from me to you.  XOXOXO

The Rendezvous

The hotel room was dimly lit, the sun not quite up yet, but you could hear the birds announcing the new day from their perches in the snow-covered pines right outside the window. Even though February 7th was a Saturday, she woke up early, her lover’s warm body pressed against her back, his arm draped over her ribcage and hand resting on her breast. Sleepy and grinning, she wiggled, pressing her uncovered bottom into his body to stir him. They had spent the last two nights sleeping naked, even in the cold winter month, opting to use extra blankets and each others body heat to keep warm.

Though he wasn’t fully awake, she felt his body respond, his hardness pressing back into her as he straightened his legs to stretch and let out a throaty yawn. When he settled his body once again, perfectly behind her like they were two spoons, he gave her breast a loving squeeze before adding a gentle tug on her nipple. She hummed appreciatively.

“Pfft, pfft,” she heard and she giggled, not a high pitched girly giggle; her voice was still thick with sleep. Over the course of a dozen rendezvous for the last three years, it had become somewhat of a joke that whenever they spooned he’d end up with a mouthful of her long, dark hair and so she’d make a big production of sweeping it up and piling it on top of her head so that his lips met the back of her neck instead. This time, though, she turned to face him.

She kept her body close to his, her breasts and tight nipples getting tickled by his chest hair, and he ran his hand down the skin of her back to cup what had just been nestled against his morning erection. Inhaling the fresh jasmine scent that was her, he opened his stormy eyes to look into her buttery caramel ones.

“Hi,” he smiled.

“Hi,” she smiled back.

It was their last day together and since they wouldn’t see each other the following weekend for Valentine’s Day, they’d celebrate that day.

He pressed their lips together and she could taste a hint of the Scotch he enjoyed the night before lingering on his tongue. The kiss was slow and lazy, like an old Etta James song, and they allowed their hands to roam and worship for quite some time. It would be several months before they would see each other again so they were in no hurry.

He separated his mouth from hers and lowered his head to taste her between her breasts, his tongue peeking out before he withdrew it and breathed warm air onto her cooling skin. It covered her like a wave, the heat spreading from her chest out to her limbs, and she felt her body go fluid as if she would seep right into the mattress beneath them. Lips that barely touched her traveled up to her neck, over to her collar bone, finally making full contact just under her ear where he sucked tenderly, exactly how she liked. The room was silent except for her breathy moans.

Her hands moved slowly over the planes of his back, pulling him impossibly closer to her, while his skimmed over the back of her thigh to pull her leg over his hip. She hissed as the chilly air hit the wetness between her legs and groaned as he grazed her slit with one single finger. He was definitely taking his time and driving her wonderfully insane.

They kissed again, more passionately this time, but still slowly, their tongues moving harmoniously together rather than fighting for dominance. She held his face in her hands but moved the lower part of her body, begging him silently for some kind of relief from the ache that was growing more unbearable by the second. He continued to kiss her, though the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. He knew what she wanted and she would get it- soon.

He kept teasing her, inching his hand so close to where she wanted it, only to move it away again to squeeze her bottom or thumb her nipple. It wasn’t until a well timed movement of hips that had the tip of his cock cleave her, sliding easily through her wet folds that he grew as impatient as she. Need surging through him, he rolled her onto her back.

Her perfectly rounded breasts were fully exposed to him, the skin so flawless with pink rosebuds beckoning him. He pulled one of them between his teeth and pulled, the sting hurting her in the best possible way and her hips jerking reflexively. Finally, finally, his fingers moved through the soft curls on top of her mound, down, spreading the lips of her sex and finding her swollen clit. She groaned in sweet relief.

He stroked her easily at first, his middle finger moving vertically through her, spreading the wetness, making sure every inch of her cunt was slick with her cream. His mouth kept at her breasts, sucking one tight nipple into his mouth, tonguing it, and then moving to the other. Her hips began to move against him and so he switched to circling her clit, small languid circles, until slipping inside, curling to tease her spot. He was leisurely toying with her and it was maddening but oh, so good.

She needed him to want it as badly as she did, she wanted more and didn’t want to wait. She blindly slid her hand down, the back of her knuckles brushing his abs until she found his cock, thick and hard at her side, and wrapped her fist around it. Her warm hand tight around his shaft, she pulled and pushed the velvety skin, stopping only to use her thumb to spread the little bead that had formed at the tip. He moaned around her breast when she did that. He wasn’t the only one who knew how to tease.

She stroked him for as long as he allowed, which wasn’t very long at all. He liked to think of himself as a man with stamina but her nipple in between his teeth, his fingers coated in her juice, her hand on his cock- he wouldn’t last much longer. Spreading her legs, he moved between them.

His intention was to enter her but he glanced down, her dark curls even darker with the wetness of her arousal, and he wanted to taste her. She looked at him, panting, eyes begging, her hands absentmindedly going to her breasts, a comfort from the loss of his mouth. He smiled and kept his eyes on hers and touched her again, just one finger sliding through her slit, finding her swollen pearl and circling as he did before. He watched her face, her dark eyes gleaming under half closed lids, the lips of her plump red mouth parted as shallow breaths escaped her.

“Oh yes, baby, right there,” she breathed.

“Right there?” he said.

She nodded with a, “Mmmm.”

He slid two fingers inside her this time and her eyes rolled back as her hips lifted. A growl resonated from within his chest. Still, he continued just to touch her, watching her writhe on the bed, her milk chocolate colored hair fanned out against the white pillow, both hands on her breasts, squeezing and pulling. He couldn’t help but use his other hand to stroke himself for a moment before he moved to kiss the inside of her left thigh.

The scent of her was alluring, still he took his time, licking the juncture where her hip met her leg, tracing his tongue down that line and then using of both his hands to spread her wide for him, her pussy pink and glistening for him. He ran his tongue up the length of her and flicked her clit.

Her back bowed off the bed, her cries loud now as he feasted. Her right hand left her right breast and she tightened her fingers in his hair. When she lifted to press herself against his face he moaned and the vibration was felt throughout her entire body. Her toes started to curl, she felt it building up inside her, the little ball of magic in her belly seconds away from flaring, and then she was pushed over the edge when he slid two fingers inside of her, his tongue still lapping at her clit.

She flooded his mouth with her juice, her cunt pulsing over and over while he relentlessly kept at it. Her head thrashed, her legs shook, and she screamed his name.

Her legs finally went slack and he kissed her thigh once again before moving up her body. While she was still trembling with aftershocks, he gripped his cock in his hand and placed it right at her entrance and then pushed inside. Her muscles were still spasming from the orgasm and he felt her weakly squeezing him as he began to move.

He kept his thrusts slow and shallow at first. His body hovered above hers, his hands beside her head, arms bracing himself, until she returned from wherever her orgasm sent her and pulled him down on top of her. Her arms wrapped around him and she held him tightly while her mouth opened and she tasted herself on his tongue. He loved that she was turned on by that.

By bringing her legs up she forced his thrusts deeper and she goaded him by tightening her hands on his ass. Kneading and squeezing, she pulled him to her, faster.

“More, baby,” she whispered into his ear. “Fuck me.”

Spurred on by her dirty words, he rose up onto his knees and lifted her left foot to his shoulder. His hips moved steadily and his thrusts became more forceful as he gripped her thigh to his chest and fucked her like she asked.

They were both moaning loudly now, the air punctuated by her feminine ohs and his deep ahs each time his cock slid all the way inside of her. She lifted her hips from the bed to meet his thrusts and just as he was about to come he slid his hand between her bottom and the sheets of the bed and pulled her to him firmly. One last thrust and he froze, roaring as he orgasmed, every muscle in his body tight as he pulsed inside of her. Grinding her body against his, she came a second time, her pussy tightening and releasing around him, milking his cock.

Sweaty and sated, he kissed her leg before gently lowering it and collapsing on top of her. She caressed his back, rubbed his damp scalp while they both struggled to catch their breath. The room grew lighter as more of the sun showed itself through the hotel room curtains, warming the air, but only slightly. She pulled the downy blankets back around them and he rolled to her side, allowing her to settle in the nook of his arm. Their eyes closed as she played with the hair on his chest and he let his fingers dance up and down her back until he was snoring quietly again. She wondered what surprises he had lined up for her for their Valentine’s Day. Even though they’d be saying goodbye in just under twelve hours, returning to their normal lives, she’d let him rest. There was no hurry.

P.S. Make sure you check out Ella Dawson’s blog tomorrow for more Valentine’s Day shenanigans and chances to enter!

Let’s Celebrate the New Year!

Happy New Year!!  I hope 2015 brings for you lots of smutty reading material, as many cocktails as you desire, and orgasms galore!  Speaking of smutty reading material…

I’m celebrating the NEW YEAR with a GIVEAWAY!  Yay!

What am I giving away?  Books.  Smutty books.  MY smutty books to be precise.   I am giving away three hard copies (unless you prefer the Kindle version) of my novels, “Whatever It Takes”, “Falling From Disgrace”, or the anthology I am a part of, “Chemical [se]X”.  You get to choose which one and it will be signed, personally to you, by yours truly.

                           

So how do you win a copy?  Easy cheesy. 1)Pick your favorite post from my blog.  It can be any of the stories I’ve written and shared on here since my blog went live.    2)  Share it via Twitter (make sure @lmaretta is in the tweet so I can keep track of the shares).  Your name will be entered as many times as you share!  At the end of the week, Friday, January 9, 2015, at 9 p.m. EST, I will pick three people at random (using random.org) to receive copies of my books!  That’s all you gotta do!  I’ll announce the winners on Twitter Friday evening.

Before I go just want to say a quick thanks to those of you who read my stories and have followed my little blog.  You are all awesome and I appreciate the encouragement and kind words!

Hope you all have a kick ass 2015!

Smooches and Squeezes,

L

Need

The beauty of being with someone for a long time is knowing what they need without having to be told. I knew what she needed as soon as she walked in the door. She was late again. Work had been wearisome lately and even though she smiled when she kissed me hello I could see in her eyes that she was fatigued with stress and mental exhaustion. I poured her a glass of wine and let her tell me about her day while she ate a late supper. After she finished I told her to take a long hot shower.

By the time she emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a fluffy white towel, her long dark hair damp and wavy, I had our bedroom softly lit with a few candles and some blues music quietly playing. She took in the scene and smiled.

“Take off your towel and lay on the bed, my love,” I told her.

I studied her for a moment- a vision, resting there on the cream duvet, pale body glowing softly in the candle light, her hair and red toenail polish the only dark contrasts in the room. Her eyes were closed, pink lips slightly parted, and her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took. She was stunning.

I started with her left foot. Pouring warm oil on my hands, I ran my thumbs up the soles using just the right amount of pressure. She sighed and sank deeper into the bed as her body started to unwind. I treated her right foot and then moved up to her calves, working the muscles, digging in deeply, and then switching to a feather light touch as I moved up to her thighs. I loved her thighs. They were flawless and smooth and I couldn’t help but place a kiss on the inside of her left leg, leaving goose bumps behind.

As I moved up her belly I could see that she was aroused. Her rosy nipples had tightened into little buds and her breathing was just a bit shallower. I added more oil to my hands and brought them under her nose so she could inhale the herbal scent and then brought them both to her breasts. I massaged them firmly, pushing them together, my hands sliding easily over her skin, up and around, and down again. When she moaned I focused on her nipples, bringing them between the V of my first and middle fingers, pinching ever so gently and then circling. She moaned again and I couldn’t help but bring my mouth to them. Dancing my fingers back down her belly, I took the hardened nub of her left breast between my lips and sucked while my right hand ran through the soft curls between her legs.

“More,” she sighed.

I moved my mouth to her other breast, tasting her sweet skin and the minty oil. My fingers slid lower, parting her, gliding along her folds and finding her swollen pearl. She was so warm and wet. Her hips lifted from the bed and began to move against my hand searching for more and I kissed up between her breasts, over to her collarbone, tracing it with my tongue and then kissing the outline of her jaw before she turned her head to find my mouth with hers. Our hot breaths mixed as our lips barely touched and we slowly swirled out tongues together. I pushed two fingers inside of her, groaning as I felt her heat and she lifted her hips for more.

I moved my fingers slowly in and out while she moved against the palm of my hand, gently at first and then faster and harder until her head pressed back into the pillow, her back arched and she came, her hazel eyes wide and watching mine, her mouth in a perfect pink “O”. I felt her squeezing me, over and over, and watched as her skin seemed to glow, even in the dim light of the candles.

Panting, she pulled my lips back to hers once again and kissed me with intent, lips sealed and tongues making long sweeps against one another. I pulled her from the bed and into my lap, wrapping her legs around my waist. I held her face and looked into her eyes as she took me inside of her, one aching inch at a time. She started to move and I held her in my strong arms, tightly against me, her nipples still hard and pressed to my chest. We rocked back and forth, our warm bodies flush, the scent of sex and jasmine oil all around us. She kissed my shoulder, my neck, and then sucked under my earlobe. I loved when she did that. I buried my face in her hair and let her consume me.

She eased me on to my back and adjusted her legs so she could ride me properly. I still held her close, pressed against my body, kissing her lips, tasting her tongue. As she began to move faster I gripped her ass, helping her move and spreading her wider. I lifted my hips from the bed, thrusting into her, going deeper, both of our moans getting louder and more urgent until she pressed her forehead against mine and we both came, our bodies tightening and relaxing again and again.

She went slack against me, and we lay, our hearts beating against each other’s, my fingers grazing up and down her back that was damp with a thin sheen of sweat. She kissed my chest and pressed her cheek against it, almost purring like a kitten. I stroked her hair and let her lay against me for as long as she needed. Enjoying the serenity and closeness, I realized I need it, too.

Inspired

Every ounce of her attention was on the book she was reading. An erotic story, a guilty pleasure she treated herself to before bedtime while she waited for him to climb under the covers with her and spoon her to sleep. Most often she’d read mindlessly, the words barely registering while her eyes grew heavy and she thought about what she needed to accomplish the next day. Not this evening, though. Tonight she was fully engrossed in the tale of two lovers having a rendezvous in a hotel room.

This wasn’t a romantic, sugar coated story. This was raw and nasty and she was slightly embarrassed at how much it was turning her on, how her body was responding to the words on the page. She felt her nipples pucker beneath her thin nightshirt and an ache grow between her thighs as she read the words wet, throbbing, and thrusting. It was late and he would be exhausted, no doubt, but there was no way she was going to fall asleep until she was satisfied.

The story ended and she closed the book, placed it on her nightstand. She could hear he was still in the shower and while she waited she closed her eyes and imagined their own story playing out. Her hand crept up her belly to brush against her breasts. She settled deeper into the pillows, sighed, and let her fingers explore.

He smelled of fresh rain when he emerged from the bathroom. She inhaled and gazed at his wet, naked form. A bemused look on his face, his sleepy eyes assessed her: pink cheeks, parted lips, and an expression that said only one thing- I need you.

Bare feet padded across the carpeted floor and he was at her side, looking down at her, asking her what she wanted without speaking. She showed him by pulling the towel from his waist and spreading her legs, inviting him to climb between them. He did.

Her kiss was urgent, bordering on violent, and she assaulted his lips with hers, forcing them apart with her tongue as he hovered above her. Frantic with need, she adjusted her body, moving so that his knee was right at the apex of her thighs. He flexed the muscle in his leg when she started to writhe against him, using him as means to get herself off. She couldn’t help it; she needed the release.

He watched her exploit him purely for self-indulgence, moving her hips in circles, grinding herself against him. He could feel her, warm and wet, through her cotton panties and damn, it turned him on. Unbeknownst to her, he started stroking himself, rocking forward slightly, pressing his leg harder into her cunt. She moaned and moved faster.

The orgasm took over suddenly, her back bowing, body shaking, legs going taut. Before it could subside, he hooked his finger in her panties, moved them out of the way and slid inside. The full weight of his body on top of her, pinning her to the bed, he moved slowly in and out, feeling the rippling effects of her orgasm clench him over and over. His deep thrusts kept the pleasure circuiting throughout her body and her cries grew louder as the sensation radiated through her limbs. Strong hands brought her legs around his waist and he groaned as he went deeper, quietly grunting into the crook of her neck. His body pressing right against her swollen bud ensured the orgasm continued.

One last thrust and he was coming with her, body motionless as he pulsed inside her. They held each other tightly, frozen in sweet ecstasy, riding out the pleasure until it subsided. The only sounds in the room were their heavy breaths as they lay smiling and panting in a delicious tangle of sweaty limbs. They caressed each other and waited for the pounding in their chests to subside. Whispers of adoration and sweet kisses were exchanged before he turned out the light and cocooned them in blankets. Lazy with gratification, he positioned their bodies, his front snug against her back, his hand on her breast a gesture of love and possession.

They drifted off blissfully.

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Whatever It Takes and Falling From Disgrace on sale now!!

For a limited time I have reduced the price of my books to just 99 cents!  If you were looking for a steamy, indulgent read now’s the time to grab it!!  Both books are available for download on Amazon and are just a one-click away!  Wanna know what you’ll get for 99 cents?  See below!

“Whatever it Takes” excerpt:

“I know but after a day like today, you know what I need?”

“What?”

“You riding my cock.”

She had gasped and I smiled, loving how I could take her surprise like that but that she’d be into it. I didn’t go away for work very often anymore but the last few times I did we had made the time pass quickly by having phone sex. Even though I’d be home Wednesday night and we had just had sex the night before, I hadn’t seen why we couldn’t have a good time that night. It’s not like either of us had anything better to do.

She had taken a minute to recover from my blatant confession but then she had whispered, “You like it when I ride your cock, don’t you?”

I dropped my food and got comfortable on the bed, kicking off my shoes and removing my button-down so that I was just in my slacks and white undershirt.

“I love it,” I had answered her. “Where are we?”

We made the phone sex thing more exciting by placing the fantasy somewhere exotic or thrilling. One time we were on a beach in Hawaii. Another, we pretended that we were in the elevator of my office building.

“We’re in my car,” she had said. “We’re in the back seat and the top is down and we’re parked out in an open field at night. The air is warm and the only thing we can see are the stars over our heads. I’m straddling your lap wearing my black dress but it’s pulled up over my hips and I have no panties on.”

Damn, my wife was good at this.

I felt myself instantly harden when she had said she wasn’t wearing panties and I moved my hand down to stroke my cock through my pants. I closed my eyes and pretended it was Emma’s hand as she spoke into my ear.

“I’m sucking on your neck and I can feel how hard your cock is underneath me. I’m moving my hips over you and the bulge in your pants is rubbing me right in the perfect spot. I’m getting so wet, Gavin.”

I moaned and she kept going.

“I unzip your pants and pull your cock out. And it’s so hard, Gavin. It’s so big and hard and I can’t wait to have it inside of me.”

She moaned the last part and I knew she was home in our bed, touching herself just as I was. The thought drove me wild. My dick was out of my pants and I was stroking it.

“I run your cock through my pussy and it’s so wet, Gavin. It’s so wet and I use it to slide my hand up and down you before I let you fuck me.”

I was moaning like a madman, wishing I had some kind of lube with me to make the whole thing better.

“How are you doing, baby?” Emma had asked me then.

“Not nearly as good if you were here,” I had told her, still stroking my cock up and down. My wife continued to whisper filthy things into the phone until I came, moaning and swearing into her ear. After I had finished, I had helped her along by whispering equally dirty things until I heard her have her own orgasm.

“Falling From Disgrace” excerpt:

Adrianna pulled her face from his neck and brought her lips to his, pouring all of her overwhelming gratitude into the kiss. Her hair fell around them like a curtain and Jack felt like he was in a cocoon that contained the two of them and no one else. They were the only people in the world at that moment. He turned them so they were both on their side and grabbed Adrianna’s knee to hitch her leg over his hip. His straining cock pressed between her legs and she moaned in want.

“Are you okay to do this?” he murmured against her lips while his hand caressed the back of her thigh up to the curve of her bottom.

Adrianna pulled her mouth free to answer and Jack licked the skin at her throat. “Yes,” she sighed.

Jack peeled her shirt off and then turned her so that she lay on her stomach. Divesting himself of his shorts and her of her panties, he kneeled down at her feet and sucked on the skin at the back of her ankle. His lips feathered up to her knees where he caressed one with his fingers and kissed behind the other. He ran his tongue up her thighs, bit one of her perfectly round cheeks and then licked up the entire length of her scar.

Adrianna gasped at the sensation that felt wrong and yet so achingly good. Jack had just managed to take what she saw as a hideous mar on her body and made it erotic, letting her know that he loved every inch of her; even her flawed back. When Jack stretched himself along the side of her, she turned her head and let him claim her lips once again.

He used his hand to nudge her legs apart and when he felt the wetness between them he groaned. He loved feeling the evidence of her arousal. He fingered her clit while he swallowed her moans and then ran his hand up to spread the silkiness to her ass, applying the slightest pressure there.

Adrianna jerked, her whole body going taut at the foreign sensation, and then cried out.

“Shh,” Jack breathed into her ear as she buried her face into the pillow. Using his thumb to stimulate her, he hooked one of his legs around hers to spread her wider for him. Adrianna’s hands curled around the bed sheets as Jack continued to touch her in the most indecent of ways.

Keeping his thumb in place between her cheeks, he pressed two fingers into her, fucking her with his hand slowly and steadily. His other hand slithered between her body and the mattress to tease her clit and when he pushed just the tip of his thumb into her puckered entrance, Adrianna’s head shot up from the pillow.

“Fuck!” she screamed as she rode out the most intense orgasm of her life.

Jack didn’t stop his movements, continuing to bring wave upon wave of pleasure to Adrianna’s body. After four days of hell, the ecstasy was more than welcome and she relished every tremor, every sliver of electricity, Jack brought upon her until she brought her knees up, ready for him to take her.

Jack guided his cock into her from behind and moved slowly in and out, inch by inch. He wanted to take her more roughly but didn’t in fear of hurting her.

Adrianna tried to goad him on by pushing herself back to meet his thrusts but he refused, continuing at a gentle pace.

“Jack, I’m okay,” she insisted, looking up at him over her shoulder. He leaned down to cover his body with his own, his face twisted with restraint.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he gritted.

“You won’t” she panted. “Now please, fuck me.”

Not thoroughly convinced, Jack pulled at her hips until he was resting on his heels with her on top of his thighs. He brushed her hair over to one side and attached his lips to her neck. Adrianna snaked her arms up behind her to thread her fingers in Jack’s hair and circled her hips, while he palmed her breasts, pulling and pinching her nipples with both hands.

“God, I love fucking you,” he moaned into Adrianna’s ear, his filthy words working to drive her towards another orgasm. “I love feeling you squeeze my cock when you come.”

Adrianna’s moans continued to escape from her throat quietly until Jack moved a hand back to her clit. Then she couldn’t contain her screams as she orgasmed for the second time that morning.

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L

Falling From Disgrace

Whatever It Takes

The Feather

Disclaimer: What you are about to read is not a sexy story or what you’d usually read on my blog; just the inner musings of my mind today.

 

I took half a day off of work today. I’m having company come in this weekend and after freaking out a bit last night I finally decided to take the afternoon off so that I could get some cleaning done and for some quiet time before my life gets chaotic for the next week.

You see, my in-laws are coming to visit from Chicago tomorrow. It’s my husband’s birthday and they thought it would be nice to surprise him. Lovely gesture and all but the thing is, school just started again which means I just went back to work (I teach for those of you who don’t know), so this is not the prime time for me to have guests.   Now, my in-laws are great people and I love them, but I love them probably because they live over a thousand miles away. Also, they just visited in March and I got to spend my entire Spring Break with them. See why I’m not thrilled? I could go on and on about why this isn’t the most opportune time for them to come visit but I think you get the idea.

So I was vacuuming a bit ago and I came across a bird’s feather under the dining room table. I knew immediately where it came from. Seeing that feather began one of those rants you carry on inside your brain. The ones you’d have if your best friend were sitting in front of you at that moment or if you had him or her on the phone.

That feather came from Chicago. My mother-in-law sent it. She has a pet bird. That right there is a big no for me. Birds should not be pets. Sorry to any bird lovers out there but birds are gross. They poop everywhere, they carry diseases, they’re dirty, and their feathers have little disgusting mites in them, and just yuck! Side bar- I am not including owls or penguins in this bird hating rant. I love both owls and penguins and would keep either one of them as a pet and snuggle and smoosh the hell out of them. Anyway…

Mother-in-law has a bird, I don’t know what kind, a green and grey atrocity that is loud as fuck. His name is Sammy. One of Sammy’s feathers was under my dining room table and it pissed me the fuck off. My MIL likes to collect Sammy’s feathers, put them in an envelope, and mail them to my two daughters. You may think it’s sweet, and I did too the first time she did it, but she does it about once a month and I think it’s fucking weird. Even my kids now are like, “Okay, enough already.” What does she think they do with these feathers? Have we started a “Sammy Shrine” in their room? Are we trying to build a Sammy of our own? Make a down pillow? Quill pens?  What?  WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THE FEATHERS?!?!

I’ve spoken to H about this. He thinks it’s odd too. “I don’t know why she does it,” he says. “So why don’t you tell her to stop?” I ask. He shrugs. Does he not want to hurt her feelings? Does he think it will make her angry that we do not want her to waste the postage money on the feathers that now go directly in the garbage when we get them? I guess it’s odd to me because if it were my mother doing it there would be a conversation like this:

Hey, Ma. Ya know how you keep sending the girls the bird feathers?

Yeah.

It’s weird. Don’t send feathers, okay?

LOL! Okay! I love you!

Love you, too, Ma!

 

Simple. But this conversation will never happen between my H and his mother and so for the unforeseeable future, there will be envelopes of Sammy’s molted feathers in our mailbox each month.  

 

By the way, when the in-laws decided to surprise hubby for his birthday by coming to visit, they let me know like this:

“Hi Lauren! Just letting you know we bought tickets to come down on the 30th! See you then!”

 

 

Thanks for reading,

L

xoxo

The Fight

I knew she was angry by the way she kept quiet in the cab but she stomped up the steps to our apartment and shoved the door open with a little more force than necessary just to drive the point home. After she threw her purse on the table I finally, although reluctantly, asked her what was wrong.

“You wanna know what’s wrong? You’re an asshole, that’s what’s wrong.”

I hated name calling. It was so childish.

I loosened my tie and said, “Natalie, we were fine at the party and then suddenly we get in the cab and you’re pissed off. What the hell did I do between walking out the front door to Aaron’s house to getting in the taxi?”

“I saw the text!” she shouted.

“What text?”

“When you asked me to hold your phone for you while you put your jacket on I saw the text from her, David.” She said my name the way someone would say the word “tarantula” or “root canal”. I made a face.

“Who the hell texted me?”

“Jasmine, you dick!”

Again, with the name calling.

“Please stop calling me names and when did she text me?” I said, pulling out my phone. Sure enough, there was a text from my ex-girlfriend from a few hours earlier. “Nat, I didn’t even see the text and I didn’t respond to it, what’s the problem?”

“How long have you been talking to her?” my current girlfriend demanded, crossing her arms across her chest and looking at me accusingly.

“I haven’t been talking to her,” I said. “This is the first time she’s texted me in months and I have no intention of replying to her.”

“Ex-girlfriends don’t just start texting out of the blue for no reason!” she shouted and stomped off towards our bedroom.

You gotta be kidding me.

I unbuttoned my shirt and shrugged it off, collapsing on the couch with a heavy sigh. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with this. I was tired and slightly drunk and all I wanted to do after that party was come home, fuck, and then fall asleep. No chance of that happening now; I could hear her angry murmurs echoing down the hall.

“Don’t you think you’re being just a bit ridiculous?”

The second the words left my mouth I regretted them, so much so I actually face palmed. She went silent for approximately three seconds and then BOOM!

She stormed from the bedroom, her angry heels making a racket down the hall while she rained a litany of expletives upon me. I can’t even be sure of what she said but to prevent myself from digging a deeper hole, I removed my hand from my face when she stood before me and gave the impression that I was giving her my full attention.

Here’s the thing, I don’t know what the hell she was saying because she had partially undressed in the bedroom and was now ranting in nothing but her short black skirt, a pink lace bra, and her noisy stilettos. Her hair, which had been pinned up for the party, was now loose and wild around her face and her chest was heaving with the exertion of her anger. She was really fucking pissed. I was really fucking turned on.

I felt my cock twitch and bit the inside of my cheek to prevent a smirk. She’d cut my balls off if I appeared to be amused by any of this. I let her continue yelling at me, just staring silently up at her from the couch, my eyes fixed on her plump lips. When her rant was over I still remained quiet, another dangerous move, I know, but I was trying to make sense of her anger while growing hornier by the second.

She took my silence as indifference, as usual, and started ranting again.

“Perfect, just sit there and don’t say anything. You’re an asshole, you know that? You don’t even care-“

“That’s enough, Natalie,” I said, cutting her off. “Just because I’m not reacting the way you expect me to react does not mean that I don’t care.” I was speaking calmly and quietly, despite the fact that I was now growing angry. Still horny, yes, but now a bit mad.

“Reacting?” she yelled. “You aren’t reacting at all, you’re just sitting there like a-“

“I said that’s enough!” Her wide eyes stared me down and I waited for the yelling to begin again. However, she turned away from me and tried to leave the room.

My hand shot out and closed around her wrist. She tried to shake me off but I held on and yanked her towards me, turning her frame and bringing her between my legs. Her eyes narrowed and I gave her my I wanna fuck look. Her face twisted and she said, “Fuck you.”

She pulled away but I stood and followed her. Grabbing her by the shoulders, I spun her around and pressed her against the wall, bringing my lips down on hers hard.

She turned her head and said, “Get off of me.” I wound my fingers in her hair, pulled her head back and kissed her again.

She pushed against the wall with her shoulders, trying to shove me off of her with her body while her teeth clamped down on my lower lip. I hissed and pulled my mouth from hers but kept her trapped against the wall.

We’d played this game before and I could see the spark in her eyes that had now turned from furious to lustful. Angry sex was hot and she knew it.

I crashed my lips to hers once again, forcing her mouth open with my tongue. This time she kissed me back with equal passion but her hands pushed at my chest. I brought one hand between us to capture hers and the other roughly groped her breasts before sliding down her body to pull the hem of her skirt up. She twisted her face away I took advantage of her neck, biting and sucking while my hand tugged at the scrap of lace covering her mound. She continued to struggle but her legs spread wider for me and she moaned loudly when I ran my fingers through her slick sex. My cock was painfully hard.

She yanked her hands free and brought them both to my hair, grasping tightly and pulling my mouth back to hers. Our tongues battled, I grabbed her leg and secured it over my hip, slipping two fingers inside her and pressing my palm against her clit. Her hips thrust forward and her cries were muffled by my mouth.

She tore at my pants like a savage, ripping the button off and pushing them down without even bothering with the zipper. I removed my hand from between her legs, pulled her skirt higher and took hold of my dick. With one hand grasping her around her neck, I stared right into her eyes and teased her with the tip of my erection.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Say it,” I said.

“I want you to fuck me.”

I slid inside her. We groaned in unison.

I fucked her hard, slamming into her over and over again. I lifted her from the ground and she wrapped her legs around my waist, her heels scraping my lower back while I continued to thrust her against the wall.

Our tongues swirled, our quiet moans echoed. She dug her fingernails into my back and I fucked her harder.

Pulling her from the wall, I carried her back towards the living room, and withdrew, setting her on her feet. I turned her away from me and wrapped one arm around her, palming and fondling her breast while reaching between her legs to stroke her once more. She groaned in both pleasure and frustration. I knew she was dying to get off but I wasn’t going to let her come so easily.

I waited until she was right at the edge and then stopped abruptly, much to her annoyance. She didn’t have time to complain, however, because I bent her over the back of the couch and began fucking her once again.

I kept my thrusts shallow and left my hands at her hips, squeezing hard as I slid in and out of her tight cunt.

“Harder,” she begged me.

I did not comply.

“God damn it, David, harder!” she yelled. I kept my movements the same.

She pushed away from the couch, righting herself and I stumbled backwards. She was on me quickly though and, wrapping one hand around my cock that was wet with her juice, she moved us until I felt the back of my knees hit the sofa. I sat and pulled her on top of me.

It was her turn to tease, and tease she did, first running my dick through her wet pussy and then sinking down on it ever so slowly only to rise up and tease me again. She turned the tables on me, the little vixen, and now I was the one begging.

“Baby, please.”

“Please, what?” she said.

“Please,” I groaned again.

She brought her lips to my ear and whispered, “Say it.”

“Fuck me, baby. Please.”

She slammed down hard and started to move, raising and lowering herself over me. We kissed passionately. My hands kneaded her ass while hers went back to fisting in my hair. Oh God, I was so close.

She sank down on me once more, keeping me all the way inside, and adjusted her legs so my cock went deeper. Keeping me fully sheathed, she grinded her hips against me, pressing herself against me hard, using my body to stimulate her clit. My hands grasped her waist and I helped her move, faster and faster, her cries growing louder and louder, until she threw her head back and screamed, coming hard, her pussy tightening around my cock like a vise.

A few thrusts up into her and I followed along, pulsing inside her, filling her while I groaned through my teeth.

Angry sex is indeed hot sex.

 

The Slump

Hello, friends!  I was recently asked to submit a sexy short story for an anthology.  The rules were simple: 2500 words, sexy, related to baseball.  This is what I came up with.  Hope you enjoy!

 

I watched Paul Decker walk up to the plate with that same swagger I first noticed eighteen years ago when he was a rookie. I was thirteen years old at the beginning of his career and I instantly developed a crush on the new Shark and became a diehard fan.

Paul Decker was “Mister All-American Ball Player”. Born in Iowa, he had blonde hair, blue eyes, a perfect smile, and the physique every athlete dreams of – six feet tall and one hundred ninety-eight pounds of pure muscle. He was dubbed the new Mickey Mantle when he started and he lived up to that standard, breaking many MLB records in his career.

His current status, however, was in great contrast to his previous seasons. A man whose all-time average was .322 was now hitting .158. The papers were calling him washed-up, old, and a bum. How sad that the same people who once referred to you as God’s gift to baseball could turn on you like that. Even fans booed him in the stadium at times. It broke my heart. I would always remain loyal to the great Paul Decker.

I sat in the stadium that day, the sun shining brightly, surrounded by the scent of domestic beer and hotdogs, wearing my number seventeen jersey and cheered him on each time he went up to bat. The umpire called strike two and while disappointment rang out from the crowd, I clapped my hands and shouted words of encouragement. Decker adjusted his grip and prepared for another pitch, his silver helmet gleaming from home plate.

His bat connected with this one and I stood, clasping my hands together, hoping it would travel just far enough to earn him a run. It sailed high in the air but I could see it was headed into foul territory, straight to where I was sitting.

Several patrons around me all rose, arms high above their heads, hoping to catch the errant ball. I don’t know how, but as I reached my own hands up I knew, I just knew, that I was going to catch it. I felt it smack the palm of my hand and I closed my fist around it, immediately hugging it to myself and jumping up and down with glee. I waved it in the air triumphantly for the big screen.

After the game, I waited patiently outside the stadium for the players to exit. There was no way I was going to pass up the chance to get the ball signed, even though Kyle, my date, wasn’t hiding the fact that he wanted to get out of there.

“You’re really going to make me wait out here with you?” Kyle said.

This was only our third date. I knew from our first one that we weren’t that compatible and it wasn’t going anywhere but I invited him to the game with me anyhow. I regretted it the second we took our seats and he pulled out his phone. He had spent most of the afternoon staring at it, ignoring both the game and me.

“Look, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” I told him, “but I’m getting this ball signed.”

He huffed and leaned against the brick wall, crossing his arms and pouting like a child. I couldn’t take it anymore.

“You should go,” I said.

“What?”

“You heard me. You should go. I’ll take a cab home.”

I will admit that I was expecting him to argue but I really wasn’t that surprised when he stared at me then simply said, “Fine,” and walked away.

“Asshole,” I said under my breath.

My annoyance with him dissipated quickly though because the doors opened and Sharks started pouring out. I smiled as the players quickly made their way through the small crowd; a few of the more friendly ones stopping for pictures and autographs for the other fans that had waited like me. Then I saw Paul. His blonde hair that now had specks of grey throughout was wet and slicked back and he wore only a t-shirt and blue jeans. He was still as handsome as ever and my stomach fluttered while I approached him.

“Mr. Decker,” I said, ball and pen held out in front of me, “would you mind signing my ball?”

He looked directly at me, those blue eyes striking, and half smiled.

“Sure.”

He took the ball and pen from me and I grinned like an idiot when our hands touched.

“So you caught my foul today huh?” he asked.

“Yeah. I’ve been a huge fan of yours since you started and I’ve followed your career religiously and I’m so sorry that you’ve been in this slump and I don’t care what anyone says you’re still the greatest Shark to ever play and…”

I knew I sounded like an idiot but I couldn’t stop myself and he just smiled graciously and let me ramble.

“…I mean, you have 688 career home runs, for Christ’s sake, you broke the all time RBIs in a single season record.”

As I spoke he frowned and I realized I was probably depressing the hell out of the poor guy.

“Anyway,” I said, “I think you’re great.”

He thanked me quietly with a sad smile on his face and then turned away.

I don’t know where the courage came from but I blurted out, “Can I buy you a drink?”

I think I stopped breathing when he turned around, looked at me, and said,

“Sure.”

We ended up in the bar of his hotel. It was small and dark and offered much privacy. Despite playing for The Sharks for nineteen years his real home was in Iowa, he told me, and he lived out of the hotel during the season.

A few hours and several cocktails later, we were both a little tipsy and our conversation gradually turned from meaningless chitchat to blatant flirting. The liquid courage had me touching him every chance I got and while I couldn’t believe that I was actually sitting across from a man I idolized since I was a child, I wasn’t stupid enough to question it. I also wasn’t stupid enough to decline when he asked me to go up to his room with him.

The second we entered his suite I pushed him against the wall and crashed my lips to his, opening my mouth immediately to find his tongue with my own. While we kissed, his hands lay gently at my waist while mine started to explore his body. I ran them through his hair then down to his broad shoulders and over his chest that was hard beneath the fabric of his t-shirt, which I then pulled off of him. I ran my fingernails over the planes of his athletic body, eliciting a hiss from him and then a groan when I lightly grazed the bulge in his jeans.

Suddenly I was the one pressed against the wall and his lips blazed across my chest, my own shirt having been torn over my head and discarded. Both of his hands grabbed my breasts, squeezing and pressing before he pulled the cup of my bra down and attached his lips to my right nipple. Moaning shamelessly, I held him to me with both hands while he helped me out of my jeans.

His lips were back on mine and I felt his hand tickle my belly, moving down, and then sliding inside my panties. A low growl came from the back of his throat when he felt how wet I was. His tongue swirled slowly around mine while his finger mimicked the action between my legs, making short, gentle circuits around my clit. All I could do was grip his wrist and whimper into his kisses.

He moved his mouth over my cheek and down to my neck, biting and kissing while I was driven further and further towards insanity. His fingers moved more urgently now, stroking me harder, bringing me closer, until I began moving my hips against him, the ache and need to come unbearable now. I gripped his wrist and guided his hand back. He slid two of his fingers inside of me and, still gripping his wrist, I writhed against his palm. My head thrown back against the wall I rode his hand until I came loudly.

“God damn,” he swore and I opened my eyes to see him staring down at me with amusement. I grinned back at him and resumed my role as the aggressor.

We were all hands as I pushed him towards the bed, groping and pulling at each other’s remaining clothes. He was fully naked now and lying on the bed and I let my eyes wander over his athletic form. Every inch of him was toned muscle, especially his arms, but his cock? Long, thick, and hard. I bit my lip and felt a tremor run through me.

“You’re killing me,” he said, staring up at me and with a raise of an eyebrow I climbed onto him. Straddling his thighs, I gripped him in my hand and stroked, watching his eyes roll back and his lips part as he moaned softly. Moving up his body just a bit more, I ran him through the slick slit of my pussy, teasing us both, rocking a little so the head of his cock rubbed my swollen clit.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

“Yes,” I said.

I took him inside of me, not slowly or patiently, but sinking all the way down on his thick erection, a slight whimper escaping my lips as he stretched me with a glorious sting.

I moved right away, keeping him all the way inside and thrusting my hips. Leaning back, my fingers digging into his thighs, my breasts were on full display for him. He filled his hands with them, squeezing and rolling my nipples. Each time I moved he reciprocated by lifting his hips, going impossibly deeper each time. My cries were loud, too loud probably, but I didn’t care.

He lifted himself up and then we were face to face. I stopped moving only long enough to position my legs around him and then began to move again, aided by his hands that were now digging into my ass. His mouth found mine and I opened, swirling my tongue with his, slowly in contrast with how I was riding him. I was fucking him furiously, without shame or inhibition.

Our position was changed again; Paul flipped us over so I was on my back and he was the one doing the fucking now. He moved with less urgency than I had, in long, smooth strokes, sliding all the way in and then all the way out. The air was punctuated by his gravelly voice each time he entered me. It was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever heard.

He lifted himself to his knees and hooked my leg over his arm, actually lifting my hips from the bed. He fucked me harder now, fully intent on making me come again which I was so very close to doing. His cock going so deep, I continued to moan while my hands clawed at the bed sheets. When he found my clit with his thumb and pressed I came absolutely undone.

My spine bowed, my eyes closed, and I screamed, the orgasm tearing through me, making me pulse and quiver. It didn’t end right away, as neither did his movements, and it kept circuiting through me, each one a little less intense than the previous until I was just humming with euphoric energy. I was too far gone to even notice when he came, but he did, and then collapsed on top of me, panting and sweaty.

We didn’t say anything when he rolled off of me and draped his arm across my belly. We just lay there, entirely spent and sated, an intoxicated look upon both our faces. All I could think was Oh my god, I just fucked Paul Decker.

After a while I felt like I should leave him. He was totally silent and his eyes were closed, I thought maybe he had fallen asleep. When I moved to leave the bed he flexed, though, gripping my hip and keeping me in place.

“You’re not leaving, are you?” he asked, opening his eyes.

“I thought maybe I should,” I said.

“I’d like for you to stay. I’m not finished with you yet.”

Here’s the thing about athletes, they have stamina that is unmatched by any. We fucked in that hotel room all night: in the bed, on the floor, against the wall. He set me down on a dresser, spread my legs and went down on me. He bent me over the mini bar and then the bathroom vanity. I sucked his cock as he reclined on a chaise in the sitting room of the suite.

At some point we both finally passed out in the bed and I awoke the next morning to find him freshly showered and dressed. He smiled and the embarrassment of my behavior finally hit me. I blushed.

“Now you’re gonna get shy on me?” he said. He sat on the bed and touched my cheek. “I really enjoyed last night.”

“I did too,” I said.

“I have to head over to the field. Stay as long as you’d like, order room service.”

I only nodded.

He kissed me goodbye and then he was gone. He didn’t ask for my number or tell me he’d like to see me again, which was a little disappointing. What did I expect, though? He was Paul fucking Decker. I’d chalk up the experience as one of the best of my life and something I’d always remember.

The following evening I watched him play against San Francisco on television. Each time his face flashed on the screen my body tingled at the memory of what he did to me. That night, he hit two home runs. It looked like his slump was over.

I like to think I had something to do with that.

 

 

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