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Me, Myself & I by Zoey Hart

First of all, I have been arguing with myself about this project for some time now and here’s how it pretty much went:

Yes! Put a book together with a bunch of poems. It will be fun. They go over well enough on social media, so why not?

Then…

No! What in the hell are you thinking? This is not a good idea. Don’t put poems from your teenage self in this book!

After some encouraging words from great friends, obviously the “go for launch” side won or you wouldn’t be reading this. And even though “death to poetry book” side bowed out gracefully, it does still try to sneak in.

But enough about all that, let’s get to the fun stuff. What’s inside Me, Myself & I.

When I was a teenager, I wrote poems with a friend all the time when we should have been listening in class or doing homework. We would write about boys, friendship, family and of course, the horrible teenage breakups, that at the time, we were sure was the worst day of our lives. And lucky for you, I kept them all.

So I decided to put them in this book. What a great idea…Until I read them. They aren’t horrible per say, just very girly and needy. So I picked six that I liked, ones that I could tweak and most important, ones that I wouldn’t be too embarrassed to have others read.

Now, I also put five in that I wrote recently and haven’t shared anywhere. And also, one is a collaboration with Cameron Lincoln that we did just for this book. (Speaking of Cameron, didn’t he do an amazing job on the cover!!!)

Also, a couple of poems that have already been posted and some have been edited just for this project.

So here’s a recap, six old, five new, one collaboration and a handful of others for a grand total of twenty-seven poems.

There are some things I need to finish before I hit that little publish button but for those of you wondering, it will be out this week, so stay tuned.

Cuffs

Anticipation slowly builds

As he steps inside

Nerves begin to unravel

No place left to hide

The clink of the cuffs

My knees start to quiver

Heat runs through me

Even when I shiver

Offering my wrists

As a grand reward

My movements limited

While my body is adored

His talented touch

Will tease my own

Turning pain into ecstasy

With each feral moan

A natural desire

Fetish to most

But I know it’s more

When he holds me close

Innocent

Strangled with innocence

Always doing the right thing

Playing the part for so long

Never wanting to be seen

She wouldn’t let them in

Always fighting to stay hidden

All her thoughts and desires

Were considered forbidden

Needing to break free

To explore this new side

Not knowing where to start

Only to enjoy the exciting ride

Not recognizing the girl

Who stood before her

Eyes roaming freely

At her new lace attire

Setting out on her quest

To be punished every way

No turning back now

She’d no longer be prey

Erotic Advent by Zoey Hart

Originally posted on S.J's Blog:

I’ve been a little naughty

Spread me over your knee

Taking my spankings

For you, I’ll plea

Tan me until

Hot to the touch

A bright jolly red

Is never too much

Making you promises

To be good next year

Spilling the lies

I want you to hear

Smooth and caress

Dip your fingers inside

Moaning and squirming

Pleasure I won’t hide

Hot whispering breaths

Upon my ear

Softly urging me

Come now, my dear

Loud passionate cries

I can no longer fight

Surround yourself in me

On this Christmas night

© Zoey Hart 2014.

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W.E.T. – Vol #2

Originally posted on Paige Thomas:

WRITING & EDITING TITBITS TIDBITS – Vol #2

Following on from W.E.T. Vol #1, here are some more tips you might find handy. Again, this is only my opinion, taken from the knowledge I’ve acquired since becoming a published author. Some of them you might already be aware of, some you may not. Regardless, I hope you find something helpful. I was fortunate to have an exceptional editor who I sincerely miss working with (she’s a full-time author now). This is my small way of paying it forward.

Omit all unnecessary words. Don’t fill your manuscript with unnecessary words for the sake of meeting your desired word count. It’s more important to produce quality rather than quantity. There are way too many examples I could list here, so I’ll just mention a few, which I find most commonly used:

Began – The overuse of this word drives me nuts and…

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The Scrumptious Surprise

Tayla had always enjoyed baking for other people, so it wasn’t unusual that she spent a lonely Friday night stirring caramel sauce for the rolls rising on her counter. Would she have rather been curled up on the couch reading some smut book on her Kindle? Sure. But tomorrow was Aiden’s birthday and caramel rolls were his favorite breakfast treat. And since the next day would be filled with an all day party at the beach, she wanted to make something they could snack on throughout the morning and afternoon.

Aiden was at the bar having a boys night with some of the guys that couldn’t make it to the next day. He also planned on staying at his place for the night since the bar was in walking distance, which was fine with Tayla; she spent the better part of the night wrapping his present and packing for the beach.

Music filled her tiny apartment as she sipped her third glass of wine and danced around the kitchen.  She had no rhythm but didn’t care. Aiden wasn’t there and her blinds were closed. Tayla could pretend all she wanted that she was a good, sexy dancer. Her hips and stirring synced with the music and in no time, she was belting out the lyrics to Feel Like Makin’ Love by Bad Company.

Tayla glanced at the clock. Ten thirty five. At this rate, she would be up long after Aiden left the boys. The caramel sauce was taking longer to cool than usual. Or she’d just had too many glasses of wine. No, there was no such thing as too much wine in her mind.

The song changed, and her stirring was almost forgotten. Tayla reached for her phone and quickly typed a message to him, but paused before hitting send. She had never been that girlfriend to call and check up on her boyfriends. And even though this wasn’t checking up on him, she didn’t want it to look like it was.

Startling her, the phone vibrated, causing her to drop it on the counter. She laughed quietly at herself for being so jumpy. Looking at the screen, she smiled.

Hey baby, what are you doing?

Quickly, Tayla erased her previous message and responded.

Baking. Aren’t you supposed to be hanging out with the boys, trying not to act like you are pussy whipped?

Brian and James had been teasing Aiden since they started dating. And while he had admitted to her that they were right, but it didn’t mean the boys needed to know.

Very funny. They lasted a whole two hours before talking about work

You were lucky if they went five minutes without bringing up their day. Brian and James were both cops while Aiden was a paralegal. The three of them had been best friends since middle school. The Three Musketeers nickname stuck with them all through to graduation and beyond. Her thumbs went to work.

Wow. That’s a new record! Would it be rude to get them a cake saying that? Or maybe you should give them a medal?

She usually came up with smart ass ideas when she had been drinking and while she would never follow through with half the things she said, but it made her giggle just the same.  She tagged on to her message:

I’m making caramel rolls

Usually, Aiden would come back with some immature comment about pouring the sauce over her naked body.

After five minutes and no reply from him, she went back to stirring the sauce. It had finally cooled enough to be poured. Turning the oven on and slowly covered the rolls with sugary goodness, she licked her fingers that caught the drops of caramel.  With a change of the track her sugary fingertips found her phone again.

Our song just started. Too bad you’re not here so we can reenact….

That was sure to get his attention. Two minutes went by without a response. The boys must have found something entertaining to talk about. The oven beeped, signaling it was preheated and Tayla put the first tray in. She set the timer and turned just in time to see her phone light up.

Sorry, we were doing shots and I didn’t hear my phone

Well it was a good thing he decided not to drive all the way to her place. She danced her way to the fridge. Aiden could wait for a response.  Childish, yes but her glass needed a refill. Placing the bottle and her ass on the counter, she went back to texting.

She wanted him with her, wanted him to ease the ache between her legs, to hear his grunts when he came. She was being selfish. They would have the rest of the weekend together, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted him. Now.

I hope you are having fun but I really wish you were here with me

She chewed her bottom lip before pressing send. A minute went by without a response and she slapped her forehead. The needy, horny girlfriend was rearing its ugly head. Maybe she did have too much wine. Her phone lit up in her hand.

And what exactly would you do to me if I was there?

They had played this game before, texting while on their way to meet at the other’s house or bored out of their minds when they should have been working.

I would make you cum….finish baking these damn rolls

Taking a drink of her wine, she smiled proudly. True, she wanted him but she also felt the need to rectify the clingy behavior. This could go either way: piss him off or make him laugh. She stared at her phone, hoping for the later.

Wine. She needed more wine.

Oh baby, you sure do know how to turn a guy on

Luckily Tayla had swallowed the sip before reading the message or she would have had a huge mess to clean up.

Oh, you have no idea

The oven beeped, signaling to Tayla the countdown for the last minute. Setting her phone on the counter, she hopped down to check the rolls. Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard came on and she grabbed the remote, turning the volume up as loud as her poor little speakers could handle. She was grateful that the neighbor next to her was out of town for the weekend.

When the oven beeped again she strolled to the oven, pulling out the pan and replacing it with another, all while doing her best stripper dance. It was good Aiden wasn’t there; she really couldn’t dance. Her phone lit up as she placed the pan on the cooling rack.

Really baby, tell me what you would do…the guys are killing me with their boredom

Tayla thought for a moment, letting the music and wine tap into her inner minx.

Well if its entertainment you want….I would love to use you as a pole

She rested her elbows on the flour covered counter, swaying her body and patiently waited for his response.  It came swiftly.

Is that my present…you as my personal stripper?             

Tayla snorted as she laughed. Aiden knew she couldn’t hold a rhythm even if a gun was pointed at her head, but in one sentence, he could charm her into feeling good about herself. She thought for a moment before replying.

If that’s what you want…I think I can make that happen

His reply pinged back immediately.

I would love that.  Fuck, why didn’t I plan on staying with you tonight?  Worst sober decision ever

Tayla’s smile reached her eyes as she beamed with excitement. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.

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His legs ached from being crouched between two shrubs in front of her apartment.  Her blinds were closed a soft light shone through the cracks, barely lighting the sidewalk in front of her living room window. The music grew incrementally louder, making it easier for him to make out what she was listening to. Ah, good ol’ Def Leppard.

He didn’t expect her to be alone on a Friday night; she always had someone dropping by. He thanked the stars that he picked this night.

Soon she would be his.

Taking a quick glance around, making sure he stayed unseen, he rose and cautiously walked to her door. With his heart beat flooding his ears, it almost drowned out the music. His hand covered the door knob.

Luck seemed to be on his side. It was unlocked.

Slowly, he pushed the door open a crack, just enough so he could see inside the living room and let the music flow out. He knew this song well enough to know he had less than a minute to get inside with the door shut tight behind him. Letting himself in and careful as to not make a sound, he locked the door behind him.

The light from the kitchen spilled into the dark living room, just enough to peek through her blinds. The couch was positioned in the darkest part of the room with her entertainment center on the opposite wall. If he sat on the arm, he had a tiny peek into her kitchen. He would be less noticeable there. He silently stepped over to the couch and sat down seconds before the song ended.

He would wait in the shadows for just the right moment.

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Tayla grabbed a potholder and opened the oven to switch out the last two pans while singing along to P!nk’s Funhouse. The phone lit up on the counter as she was placing the pan on the cooling rack. Not paying attention, the pan slipped and she burned her finger.

“Son of a bitch! God damn it!” She ran the digit under cold water. He better appreciate these damn things tomorrow. When her finger quit throbbing, she read Aiden’s latest message.

Please baby, give me something so I can have sweet dreams tonight

She guessed her begging and pleading wasn’t enough to make him come and ravage her. Tayla couldn’t guarantee he’d have sweet dreams, but blue balls she could assure.

If you were here, I’d have you sit on the counter with your pants around your ankles, I’d take a small spoonful of caramel, let it cover your cock, then slowly take my time licking you clean

She grabbed her wine bottle and poured the last of it in her glass. With the rolls almost done and the last of the wine ready, Tayla couldn’t have timed that any better. Only twenty more minutes and she could slip into bed, taking her release into her own hands. The thought had her rubbing her thighs together as her panties dampened. Her nipples hardened and strained against the lace of her bra. Tayla’s body gave a slight shudder at the memory of his hands on her the night before.

Leaning against the counter, the notion of letting her hand slide inside her sweatpants had crossed her mind, but this ache would take longer than she had to spare and Tayla planned on taking her time. She glanced at the timer on the stove, only fifteen more minutes. She could do this.

Her phone lit up.

FUCK I need that             

Tayla smiled and sipped. It seemed both of them were going to be frustrated tonight. The thought didn’t make her happy, just turned her on even more. Picturing Aiden naked in bed with his dark hair stuck with sweat to his forehead as he pumped his thick cock in and out of his hand. Eyes closed tight while groans escaped his lips.

Her phone vibrated, pulling herself from her fantasy.

Are you wet for me?                      

Of course she was. There was a small pond forming between her legs, but she would play the game.

I’m not sure…would you like me to check?

She stared at her phone waiting for a response, silently begging that he would say yes.

God damn it….yes

Tayla gave a quick look to the timer on the stove, ten minutes. A little touch wouldn’t hurt anything. Checking to make sure the kitchen blinds were closed, she slid her hand down her stomach and into her panties.

She knew she had been turned on.  However, she wasn’t expecting her legs to almost give out with the slightest touch to her sex. Tayla held on to the counter as a life line. She really needed to be done baking and spread out on her bed with a pink vibrator between her legs. Withdrawing her finger and licking it clean, she responded.

I’m so wet I could come right now in the kitchen

Tayla worked her bottom lip between her teeth. There were three pans done and ready to go. It would be easy for her to trash the last pan and tend to her needs. Her mind was made up: fuck the last pan and retire to her room.

Her phone lit up as My Darkest Days started singing about porn stars.

Do you want to know what I want?

She wasted no time replying.

Yes…please

With her eyes glued to the screen, her hips swayed to the music. The timer on the stove beeped. Taking her eyes off the screen for a brief second, her finger pushed a button, thinking she turned off the stove along with the beeping. She waited.

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It was closing in on midnight. If he was going to make his move, it needed to be soon. The element of surprise would be lost if she went into her room to sleep. Over the sound of the stereo came the beeping of the stove. There was no one in their right mind who would stay up past midnight baking. He quietly got up and slid over to the wall that had been his cover for the last twenty minutes or so.

Cautiously, he poked his head around the corner to find her back towards him. He watched as she moved her hips from side to side. Even dressed in sweatpants and a tank top she looked perfect.

Everything had worked in his favor tonight and Tayla would reap the benefits.

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Aiden’s reply was lengthy, but she read it breathlessly, almost mouthing the words.

I would love to text you all night, making sure you are hot and bothered. Then sneak into your apartment, late at night, watch you from the living room, listening to you sing, your body moving to the music. Then come up behind you while you are busy reading my text, and trap you between the counter and my hard cock, pinching your perfect nipples through that tiny little scrap of material you call a top

Just as Tayla read the last line, a body pressed her against the counter, trapping her just like she had read. She let out a tiny squeal of surprise but quickly smiled when the familiar hands cover her tiny breasts. Her head rolled against the hard chest as she looked up into his dark brown eyes.

“You scared the shit out of me, asshole,” Tayla said while kissing him lightly on his soft lips.

“Maybe next time you’ll listen to me about locking your doors when you’re alone,” Aiden said, pushing the swell of his hard cock against the small of her back.

“How about you just fuck me instead of scolding me?”

“I do like your kind of thinking.”

Aiden lowered his head to bite the crook of her neck. With her hands still planted on the counter, Tayla pushed herself away and into his hard body. His left hand pinched and pulled at her nipple while his other slid down her stomach and into her panties. Tayla spread her legs apart so she wouldn’t collapse when his finger pushed past her folds.

“Fuck,” Aiden groaned against her shoulder as his finger moved slowly in and out of her, “I love how wet you are for me.”

Tayla moved his hand away from her breast to grab the hem of her shirt and lift it over her head, dropping it somewhere behind them. He cupped his hand into her bra and pushed the lace under her breast, while she mimicked his actions on the other side.

Moaning, she closed her eyes and just enjoyed Aiden’s touch. His thumb slowly circled her clit as he pushed another finger inside her. She tried to hold her orgasm as long as possible but it was too much. He worked his fingers faster, pushing Tayla over the edge.

She screamed out his name while her inner walls tightened and released her juices around his talented fingers. Aiden held her body tight against his while whispering words she couldn’t comprehend. Her legs wanted to give out as she came down from her orgasmic cloud.

“I’m far from finished with you. You’re going to do that again, but all over my cock this time.”

She could only moan an agreeing response as Aiden carefully bent her over the flour covered counter and pushed her pants to her ankles, leaving her very little room to move. Her body gave a slight shiver at the sound of his jeans hitting the floor.

“I promise to be gentle in the morning.”

His hands curled around her hips as he slammed his cock inside her, not giving her anytime to adjust to his girth. Tayla gave a little yelp then found she was pushing canisters out of the way so her hands could steady herself against the wall. As his fingers dug into her flesh, he pounded himself in and out of her little body.

Her right hand fell between them as she made a v with her fingers around his cock, the heel of her palm rubbing against her swollen clit. He hardened further inside her as Tayla’s walls tightened around him again.  This time, she wouldn’t hold back.

“Please don’t stop.” Tayla panted, blowing puffs of flour off the counter and into the air. She cried out as she shattered around him. The stickiness of her cum covering his shaft daubed her fingers as he slowly pulled out of her pussy.

“Get on your knees and clean your delicious mess off me.”

She could barely move but somehow found herself turned around and on her knees in front of him. Aiden held his cock in one hand while the other gripped the sink for support. The drop of pre cum waiting at the tip and her juices coating his cock had Tayla licking her lips.

She opened wide enough to take only his head in her mouth, sucking just the pre cum off. Her eyes met his as she slowly dragged her tongue under and around his cock. Aiden’s eyes rolled as he moved his hands to tangle in her hair while her own hands skimmed up the back of his legs and squeezed his ass.

She chuckled as he hissed through his teeth.

“You think that’s funny little girl?” Aiden didn’t wait for a response; instead he held Tayla’s head still while he started to fuck her mouth. He pulled her to the base of his cock, letting the tip hit the back of her throat and back out to the head, going faster with each thrust of his hips. She moved one hand to cup his balls and the other to lightly press against his tight hole.

Aiden grunted and pulled Tayla’s hair harder to match his momentum. She moaned around him, enjoying the sweet taste of her mixed with him as she slowly pushed her finger harder against his ass. He swelled and she locked her eyes on his before hollowing her cheeks, giving him a tighter suction. His hips stopped after he pushed one last time.  The salty taste of his cum shot to the back of her throat but her eyes stayed locked on his as she greedily swallowed everything he gave her.

When his body gave a shudder, Tayla sucked one last time, making sure she didn’t leave a drop.

“Fuck, that was unbelievable,” Aiden managed between breaths as he leaned against the counter.

“I’m definitely going to be walking funny tomorrow.” She sat back on her heels and glanced down at herself before giggling. Aiden gave her a questionable look.

“I have flour on my nipples!”

Aiden laughed along with her and helped her to her feet, brushing the flour from her face and kissed her with the eagerness to start again.  Releasing her to pull up his pants, his nose wrinkled.

“Do you smell something burning?”

“Oh shit! I forgot about the last pan!” She tugged up her sweats and opened the oven to reveal the burnt rolls inside. Looking disappointed, she said “I don’t have the energy to deal with that right now.” She pushed the right button to shut the oven off and let the door slam shut.

Aiden laughed as he turned the lights and stereo off in the living room while Tayla flipped the switch in the kitchen. He picked her up, thinking of all the things he would do to her in the morning to ensure she couldn’t walk properly for the rest of the day and lazily carried her into the bedroom.

Mistress of the Night

With a promise

Of everlasting lust

Within a single kiss

She lured him in

His pulse ran fast

As she caressed his skin

He’d give her anything

Her cold soul desired

“Just a little taste

You’ll barely feel a thing

I’ll be your dark Lady

And you as my slave”

She pinned him to the wall

Trapped by her body

He willingly gave in

To her wicked demands

Hissing through the pain

And reveling with pleasure

His body hummed with anticipation

From her erotic bite

She would make him alive

While taking his life

He would be hers for eternity

This Mistress of the Night

Blown

Push me down

Climb between my legs

I’ll lock you in

Please make me beg

Kiss me fiercely

Make me groan

You’ll push my limits

Till my mind is blown

Slowly tease me

All the way down

Undress me bare

And lick the crown

Take me deep

You know what I like

Look in my eyes

Stop before I spike

Turn me over

And slide inside

Pushing against you

While our rhythm coincides

Hold me tight

Don’t let go

Ride me hard

And never slow

Fallen

Enticed by his scent

She found herself

Surrounded of him

Driven by desire

From her thoughts

Body hot to the touch

Determined by lust

She slowly undressed

Sliding on only his tie

Lost in her fantasy

Her fingers found their place

Slipping, dipping and circling

Fueled with need

Her body began to shake

Breathing faster

Consumed by passion

She screamed his name

And let herself fall

True Colours

Originally posted on Paige Thomas:

I knew you were no good

Right from the very start

I told you both how I felt

But you still captured her heart

I saw the clear signs

Saw the damage you could do

I tried to shelter her

From the evil likes of you

You twisted every story

To make yourself glow

But I knew the devil you hid

Knew the nastiness below

You made her feel beautiful

At one point in time

But your true colours showed

Your true intentions, your crime

She gave you everything she had

Never deserving her devotion

You took everything for granted

Set the wheels of hate in motion

Now she sees those true colours

For they are dark and dim

You are no longer her saviour

No longer her whim

You not only abused her trust

But her body and soul

And there will be no forgiveness

There will be no…

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