S.J. Warner's Blog, page 11

Caught

The warm rays of late summer sun pushed through the white lace covered balcony door, warming the room and gently waking Sara from her sleep. Reaching out for her husband across the king size bed she found the other side cold and empty as usual, her husband having already left for the office. A sad sigh escaped from Sara’s lips as she thought about all the times in the past when he had woken her to make love before he left for work but that had been before the business had taken off and he had become a success. Now she was lucky if she saw him at all, not just in the morning but in the evening as well.

People looking in on their life would be envious as Sara knew they were lucky compared to some people. Before the business had taken off they had lived in a poky one bedroom flat on the outskirts of London now she slept in the master bedroom of their five bedroom traditional farmhouse in the middle of the Yorkshire moors. Others would be envious of her lifestyle, the clothes, the jewels and all the other trappings of her husband’s success but she wondered if they would be so envious if they knew of the crippling loneliness she felt or if they knew of the many nights she had cried herself to sleep alone in the beautiful dark wood four poster bed.

Yes her life was good and she was lucky that she didn’t have to worry about where the money was coming from to pay the bills or to buy food to eat or the pretty things in life that all women enjoyed, but she knew that with that ease of mind came the loss of the love that she and Charles had shared because he was working late at the office or on some business trip or another. She had begged him to work from home on more than one occasion but her requests had fallen on deaf ears. It wasn’t that he didn’t care, she knew he did and whilst she appreciated all his hard work building the business from a small office to a countrywide major player in security management, it didn’t stop her from wishing he had more time to spend with her.

Sighing softly once more she tried to think of happier things rather than drag herself down for the day but not even the promise of a beautiful day could push away the sad thoughts that filled her mind.

Pulling back the lightweight duvet she slipped from the bed. Walking across the room she stood in front of the intricately carved cheval mirror, naked apart from her delicate lace panties. Her hands ran across her porcelain flesh as she admired her reflection in the antique glass.

Her auburn hair was thick and shiny although she could see the occasional grey hair sneaking its way in, but for a woman in her early forties she still had the skin and figure of someone much younger but then they hadn’t been blessed with children. Sometimes she wondered if things would have been different if she had been able to conceive; would the house have been filled with noise, joy and laughter rather than the never ending silence that echoed through the walls and haunted her each and every day?

Turning from the reflection that now seemed to mock her, she picked up her cream silk robe that was draped across the back of the chair that stood next to the mirror – the chair that Charles had once sat in as she had danced naked for him. Slipping her arms into the cool fabric, she wrapped it around her slender body before fastening the belt. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts she made her way to leave the room, the ankle length silk gently caressing her soft skin as she headed down the stairs.

The Welsh slate tiles were cool on her bare feet as she entered the kitchen causing a slight shiver to run throughout her body even though the room was warmed by the summer sun. It was the kind of morning that promised so much for the day ahead, the kind of day for picnics and walks in the countryside.

Picking up the kettle from the stove, she filled it before lighting the gas and resting the kettle over the flame. Walking to the window, she stood gazing at the beautiful vista as she patiently waiting for the kettle to boil.

The glorious view had been one of the main reasons she had fallen in love with the house and had begged Charles to buy it. There was nothing for miles but beautiful open moorland, the nearest village being seven miles away and hidden in a valley. As a little girl she had dreamed of living somewhere like this. Growing up on a rough housing estate she had always found city life claustrophobic; the buildings had felt as if they were closing in on her and the noise was insufferable but now the peace and openness of the countryside gave her a sense of freedom she hadn’t thought possible. Sometimes, if the weather was good, she would walk for mile upon mile with no particular destination in mind just enjoying the freedom whilst appreciating the beauty and wonderful peacefulness that seemed to seep into her soul as she wondered.

Whilst she loved all the seasons it was late summer when the moors came to life. The surrounding hillside was covered in a carpet of purple as the heather came into full bloom. The moors were a patchwork of colours, the purples and pinks of the heather mixed perfectly with the yellows and greens of the grass and moss only broken by the traditional grey stone walls which in her eyes were the stitches that held it all together.

Hearing the kettle begin to softly whistle she turned from the view. Turning off the stove she went about making her tea, a smile appearing on her face as she thought about how Charles had always joked that if ever there was a tea shortage she wouldn’t be able to cope.

Picking up her cup she turned to leave the kitchen again smiling as she thought about the way Charles had teased her and the laughing they had done and still did on the rare occasions he wasn’t bogged down by the business. As she walked along the dark wood panelled hallway to the sitting room she reached a small chest of drawers that she had lovingly restored; now it was used for keeping keys and outdoor clothes in. On top of the chest there was an exquisitely decorated glass plate and she noticed a note had been left on the plate, the paper covering the roses that decorated the glass. Picking up the crisp, white paper she slipped it in the pocket of her robe before continuing her short journey to the sitting room.

Opening the heavy, dark stained original oak door she found herself momentarily blinded by the brilliant sunlight that burst through the large sash windows and French doors, filling every inch of the oak panelled room with its glorious warmth.

Sara walked past the deep, almost blood red Chesterfield sofa towards the French doors, unwilling to stand the warmth and stuffiness that she felt in the room from the rays of the sun. Unlocking the doors she opened them as wide as she could, filling the room with the sounds and scents of the day.

She stood there for a moment breathing in the perfume of the Sweet Peas and Rose’s that George, their old gardener, had planted along the path that surrounded the house and then led out toward the more formal part of the garden. He had told her just how much she would enjoy the mix of heady perfumes from both plants and at first she had argued with him that it would be too strong but had later apologised profusely to him as he had been right. His knowledge of plants and gardening had amazed her but now he was retired and she missed him and the long conversations they had enjoyed.

Standing in the doorway she closed her eyes briefly to bask in the warmth from the sun’s rays – rays that filled her heart with joy and cheer – before turning back into the room. Ignoring the hard, stuffy Chesterfield she instead chose to sit on the window seat that she had insisted on having built just after they had moved into the house. Charles had once asked her how she could get comfortable on it as over the years she had filled it with a variety of different plump cushions. She had laughed softly at his question before responding that it was a fine art but one she had perfected.

Placing her cup on the seat next to her she carefully drew the note from her pocket. Unfolding the crisp paper she saw her husband’s familiar spider-like script. Even though she knew what the note would say she felt her heart drop as she read the familiar message explaining how he was going to be tied up in meetings all day and doubted if he would make it home in time for dinner so she was to eat without him. Sometimes she wondered why he bothered wasting the paper and ink but she knew it was his way of letting her know he was thinking of her before he left their home. Just as she was about to refold the note she noticed a post script that informed her he had secured the services of a new gardener and that he was due to begin that day so she was not to worry if she saw a strange man in the grounds, also that she didn’t have to worry about showing him around as he had already done that.

As she folded the note she wondered just when Charles had shown the gardener around and how she had managed to miss being introduced to him. She could only surmise that she had been otherwise engaged either in the house or it had happened on a day when she had driven to town to shop, either way it didn’t matter much to her as she doubted she would ever have a friendship like the one she’d had with George with the new man.

Dropping the note on the small table that stood by the seat she curled her long legs underneath her as she gazed out the window, losing herself in her thoughts as she sipped her hot, sweet tea.

She was brought out of her thoughts by movement in the garden, it was only a slight movement that she had caught out of the corner of her eye and when she twisted slightly on the seat to see what it was she found there was nothing there. Turning back to her original position she once again allowed her eyes to get lost in the view, her thoughts drifting to how the border wall seemed to be keeping the well-manicured garden safe from the wilderness that surrounded the grounds. Just as she began to giggle softly at the ridiculousness of her thoughts her attention was once again grabbed by movement by the hedge that separated the garden from the immaculate gravel driveway.

Standing there, as bold as brass, was a young man. Sara’s eyes moved up and down his body, admiring the attractive vision before her. When she saw the clippers in his hand she realised he must be the new gardener and she silently thanked her husband for hiring someone that added to the stunning vista.

She watched as he began to trim the hedgerow that had become overgrown as it had been too much for George to keep on top of. Changing position Sara moved to the opposite side of the window seat, knocking cushions carelessly to the floor in the process. Her eyes were constantly drawn to the young man, taking in every detail of his appearance from his blonde hair that was naturally bleached by the sun, to his beautiful face and muscular arms that had been tanned the colour of hazelnuts. Instantly her thoughts slipped to wondering if he was the same colour all over.

Watching the way his muscles moved beneath the tight marl grey t-shirt he wore she found herself imagining just what he would look like lying naked on her bed and how dark his tanned skin would look against her crisp, white Broderie Anglaise cover.

Sara gasped softly; shocked by her thoughts but what shocked her even more was the way her body was reacting to the vision before her. Lowering her eyes from the window she felt guilty for allowing her eyes to feast on the young man. Never before had she even looked at another man. She loved Charles with all her heart but it had been so long since her body had been stirred the way it was at that moment. Taking a deep breath she once again turned her attention out of the window. If she only looked, it wouldn’t hurt to take pleasure from the pressure she felt pooling deep within her body.

She wished she could see the colour of his eyes but they were hidden by the hair that flopped down over his face. Her mind conjured an image of him staring into her eyes as he carried her from the sitting room to her bedroom, pulling her close against his torso but holding her with care. She moved slightly, almost groaning at the power of the image in her mind. Her movement loosened the tie of her robe, the silk slipping seductively across her breasts, the combination of her thoughts and the slight pressure of the light silk making her skin tingle.

She could feel the delicate slip of lace between her legs was already wet as her body cried out for attention. With her mind made up she began to indulge in her little fantasy. Running her fingers up her leg she began to softly caress the silky smooth flesh on the inside of her thigh. Closing her eyes she allowed her imagination to completely take over.

In her mind it was his hands that loosened her belt even more, letting the silk slip fluidly across her flesh until her body was exposed to the heat of the morning sun; his hands moved over her stomach, making their way towards her breasts. Her nipples tightened as the hands caressed and stroked the underside of her heavy breasts before knowing fingers wrapped around her painfully hard buds. Her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps as each sensitive, puckered mound was teased. The sensations she felt as long fingers began to roll and squeeze were so intense, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body to her core. The lace that held her dignity now absolutely soaked with her desire, her body crying out for more as the fingers began to work her nipples harder, pinching and tightening until it was almost painful, but a pain she found intensely pleasurable.

Her hips began to grind against the seat trying to find the friction that would tip her over the edge, her body now totally taking over as her imagination ran wild. The scent of her arousal mixed with the heady aroma of the flowers that bloomed just outside the window. A perfume that was intoxicating and hedonistic only adding to the sensations and pleasure she was feeling.

Her hands began to stroke down across her firm stomach towards the scrap of lace, choosing to move along the edge of it rather than slipping beneath, teasing her rather than indulging in the ultimate pleasure. Her hips lifted, seeming to beg for more. The slight touch of her fingers as they ran over the lace making her shiver. Slowly they moved up over her pubic mound, grasping the thin strip of elastic that kept the lace in place. Slowly she pushed it over her hips and down her long legs, exposing herself wantonly to the rays of the sun.

Now completely naked her fingers stroked the smooth velvety flesh avoiding all the areas that would bring about her crisis, teasing herself but at the same time allowing a moment to gain a bit of control, wanting to enjoy losing herself completely.

Finally in control her fingers slipped between her swollen, wet lips, her legs opening wide opening herself totally as she sank a finger into her tight heat. A small moan escaped her lips as her other hand found her exposed tender clit. Her moans became louder and more passionate as she rubbed the tender nub, slowly pushing more fingers into her heat, her hands working in time pushing her ever closer and closer to her climax…

 

As he pulled into the driveway Charles still couldn’t believe he had been stupid enough to leave the file that contained all the paperwork for that day’s meeting next to the bed. Unfortunately there had been nothing for it; he’d had to return home even though he knew that Sara would probably cause a scene, begging him to stay at home when she knew how important he was to the business.

He knew he had neglected her over the past few years whilst he made the business the biggest and best in the country and would love nothing more than to spend the day how they used to. He desired his wife constantly but was either too snowed under or too exhausted to do anything about it and that was why this meeting was so important, not only to the business but to them as well. If he could just secure this contract then he would be able to take a step back and spend more time at home with Sara, which was why he had driven back to the house to retrieve the paperwork.

Slowing his Mercedes as he drove across the gravel he noticed the new gardener had arrived and was already hard at work sorting the messy hedgerow. Charles was quietly pleased he had managed to find another gardener that appeared to have the same work ethic as George.

Pulling up outside the house he exited the white saloon car, acknowledging the younger man with a nod of his head before making his way indoors, hoping Sara had gone for a walk so that he could pick up the paperwork and return to the office without any arguments.

Rushing down the hallway a noise coming from the sitting room attracted his attention, a noise that stopped him dead in his tracks, the toe of his smart black shoes slamming into the bottom step making him wince slightly.

The sound he had heard was one he hadn’t heard in a long while but one that he knew oh so well. As he stood there he tried to figure out why he could hear his wife’s passionate moans echoing throughout the house. The thought that came into his mind made him feel as if he had a rock in his stomach and anger boiled in his blood. Had he neglected her that badly that she had found another lover?

Bile rose in his throat and all thoughts of meetings and paperwork disappeared as he rushed down the hallway towards the room where the sounds were coming from. As he turned the door handle his anger increased, the thought of catching whoever was pleasuring his wife in the act making his blood boil like red hot magma.

Bursting through the door he was once again brought to a halt by the vision before him. The blood that rushed through his body now filled with desire as well as anger, a rush so intense it made him light headed as he stood watching his wife sat naked, pleasuring herself whilst being totally exposed on the window seat she loved so much, in full view of the garden and most probably the young handsome gardener he had hired.

Rushing across the room he grabbed Sara’s arm, watching the shock appear on her face as he pulled her away from the window. His arousal was evident as he pushed her hard against the back of the sofa, his anger and desire pushing away his usual quiet, composed demeanour, releasing the frustrated pent up beast from within.

“What the fuck do you think you are playing at Sara?”

The anger in his voice made Sara wince and seem to shrink before him, looking up at him he saw regret and even a touch of fear in her eyes as she began to speak.

“I-I-I… Oh God Charles I’m so sorry…”

Something about the tone of her voice made Charles step back slightly, running his fingers through his short silvering hair in frustration. He knew he had to calm down before he did something that could hurt the woman he loved with all his heart but he didn’t seem to be able to. For once his emotions had control over him and all he wanted to do was bend her over the back of the Chesterfield and teach her a lesson for her little display. He wanted to fuck her harder than ever until neither of them could take any more.

“Fuck Sara!”

Closing the gap between them his mouth covered hers, the kiss they shared was filled with anger, passion and loss. Too long it had been since they had kissed like this and the slight control Charles had dissolved as she returned his kiss with just as much force and passion. Pressing his suit covered body against her nakedness his mind raced with the vision of her fucking herself.

Suddenly kissing her just wasn’t enough anymore. Breaking away from her he grabbed her hips and spun her around, reaching for the silk gown that still hung from her shoulders he yanked it off, watching it pool around their ankles.

Placing a hand on her back he pushed her down until she was resting over the curved back of the Chesterfield, her pale flesh glowing against the blood red leather. Charles ran his hand down her back until it reached her firm derrière, a smirk reaching his lips as he lifted his hand from her flesh, pausing slightly before bringing it back down hard on her left cheek. Her scream echoed around the room before turning into a slow moan as he caressed the red mark that appeared on her white flesh.

“Do you like that?”

Slipping his hand between her legs he could feel the small trickle of her essence as it ran down her inner thigh. Without waiting for her reply he began to speak again.

“Oh hell baby it appears you do. Fuck I need you so bad Sara.”

“Fuck me then Charles… Fuck me hard!”

Shock coursed through his body as he heard his wife of seventeen years swear for the first time but it was shock that didn’t last long. The scent of her arousal forcing all thoughts of shock, work and decorum far from his mind as his hand reached for his belt, releasing his hard length from the tight confines of his navy work trousers. Parting her legs he once again brought his hand down hard on her ass just as the fingers of his other hand plunged deep into her core. Her muscles contracted hard around his fingers as her screams once again echoed around the room. Pulling his fingers from her body he pushed his hard length deep inside until he had no more to give, the ripples of her orgasm almost pushing him over the edge.

Leaning forward he wrapped her hair around his hand, pulling her back until he had complete control. Slowly he began to move, pulling out to his tip before slamming back in. His free hand reached around her body until he had a firm hold on her breast, squeezing and caressing as his movements increased. Over and over he sank into her body, pressing her hard against the solid sofa all the time torturing her breast and nipple with hard attention. Her breathing was short and sharp as her moans and cries increased; moans that were joined by his grunts as he used her body to release his anger. Never had their joining been like this, he knew he should be gentle, should take care not to bruise her but there was no way he could stop and from the way her body was reacting he knew she didn’t want him to stop either.

The harder he pushed the more she cried out – the more she cried out the closer he came to release. His hand twisted harder in her hair as he fucked her mercilessly. As he thrust deeper than before he twisted her nipple hard her muscles clamping down hard on his length as they both exploded in screams of pure lusty ecstasy, the spasms of her climax milking him until he was totally spent.

Releasing his tight grip on her hair Charles noticed a movement out the corner of his eye. Looking around he saw the gardener standing by the window with a smile on his face. Making a mental note to discharge him and begin the search for a new gardener, preferably one that wasn’t as young or good looking.

Quickly he lowered them both to the floor, wrapping Sara carefully in his arms as they fought to recover. Her breathing was just as erratic as his and he could feel her heart racing in her chest but she had yet to look at him. Regret coursed through his body at the thought of hurting her. He was just about to apologise when he felt her head shake against his chest.

“Don’t you dare Charles…”

Her words were whispered and breathless, yet he heard the power in them.

“How do you do that?”

“I know you Charles and don’t you dare apologise for what just happened. I needed it and it’s obvious you did too so don’t you dare.”

A smile stretched across his face as he softly kissed the top of her head. He had been such a fool neglecting this woman for so long, they both had so much to give each other, to share with each other.

Feeling her begin to soften against him he saw her hand move to her mouth to stifle a yawn. Moving her slightly to one side he redressed himself before pulling her back against his chest.

“Come baby let’s get you to bed.”

Lifting her slight body he rose from the floor, carrying her reverently from the sitting room. As he walked he kissed her tenderly, whispering words about how things were going to change and how much he loved her, watching as she snuggled against his chest, sighing softly before smiling.

“It’s okay love I know you need to work, I just wish…”

“Just wish what baby?”

Looking up at him she smiled sleepily before shaking her head.

“Nothing… I love you.”

Even half asleep she had the ability to floor him. All this time she thought he needed to work, supported him through everything without complaining much at all. All this time he had been working to give her everything her heart desired but he now realised the thing she desired more than anything wasn’t available in stores it was what he held in his heart, his love for her was all she really desired.

Laying her gently on the bed he covered her tenderly with the quilt before sitting next to her, softly he stroked her face as she settled down. As he stood to leave he heard her softly whisper.

“I’m sorry Charles.”

He watched a lone tear run down her face, his heart twisting in pain at the sight. Removing his tie he walked back to the bed. Lying down next to her he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as she slipped into sleep.

Listening to Sara’s breathing waiting patiently for it to become deep and steady, Charles lay thinking about how he could change things if he could get the contract signed. Negotiations had been going good so far and up until that morning he hadn’t been worried but now he knew that whatever happened in the meeting he needed that contract signed. Too many years they had lost, too many years when he should have been home in the evening and weekends. All the times she had begged him to work from home but he had brushed her off… well no more.

Gently he moved from her side, brushing her hair from her face before kissing her softly on the forehead and whispering a promise to his sleeping love.

“I promise baby, things will be different from now on.”

Walking around to his side of the bed Charles collected the papers from his bedside table. Turning at the doorway he paused to look at her one more time, his heart filling with pride and love before heading down the stairs.

As he passed the chest of drawers in the hallway he stopped, sliding open a drawer he pulled a piece of paper and pen out and quickly wrote another note, folding it and leaving it on the decorative plate.

A simple note but one he hoped would bring a smile to her face when she woke.

 

My darling Sara,

            Please set the table for two tonight I promise I will be home for dinner.

Love you with my entire heart baby,

Charles x

 

Driving away from the house he smiled, he would never forget the day he forgot the paperwork or the vision that greeted him on his return. As the sleek car ate up the miles he made plans for their evening, plans that involved much more of what he had seen in the sitting room that morning.

Turning up the volume on the stereo he sang along to the soul songs that filled the car. His heart and soul filled with joy at the thought of the rest of the day.

 

© S.J Warner 2015.

(pictures sourced from the internet).

 

Little Piece Of Heaven

Today I was sorting through the stories I had shared on my old blog when I found this. This version I am sharing is the new improved version, I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed rewriting.

Much love,

S.J xxx

The drive home had been awful as always it seemed as if every idiot was on the road with her. After a couple of near misses with people who weren’t paying attention to the road, too eager to rush home to care about others she was glad to finally be home safely.

Entering the house she kicked off her stilettos leaving them lying in the middle of the hallway, too tired and stressed to bother putting them away properly even tough she knew the thought of them lying there would drive her mad later. The only thing she could think about was sinking into a deep, hot bath with a glass of red wine to relax her tense body. Making her way through the house to the kitchen she threw her bag on to the counter top before looking at the array of bottles that lay in the wine rack, finally choosing a delicious yet fresh Merlot, even before she opened it she could taste the soft red fruit flavours that would be found in the deep red liquid. Moving away from the rack she stood on her tiptoes to reach the top shelf of the cupboard for one of her crystal wine glasses. As her hand wrapped around the stem she paused realising she could smell his cologne, was it in her mind or had he been there in her house? Looking around she couldn’t see any signs of him, her heart sinking as she realised it was all in her mind, her need to see him was overwhelming, it had been too long since she last saw him.

Placing the glass on the counter he mind returned to that last night and what he had told her. “I’m going away for two months my love, it’s work and I can’t explain but I will do my best to keep in touch sweetheart.”

Even as he spoke she knew it would never happen, she knew the chances of communication were few. She didn’t understand his job, only knowing it was important and that the people he dealt with were not nice people so the less she knew the better. She remembered the feel of his arms wrapped tightly around her as she cried, not with the thought of him being away but with the fear of him not returning.

Now stood in the kitchen imaging his cologne when she hadn’t heard from him for over a month and a half, anger filled her body, anger at herself for being so maudlin. Snatching up the glass and bottle she stormed out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Still all she could think about was him and how much she needed him there. He had left her before but this time apart had been painful, her feelings for him were so strong and it seemed now that only he had the ability to make her relax and forget the stressed of her job at the court.

Placing the glass on the side of the bath she ran the water, watching as steam billowed in the cool room, knowing that the small room would warm up quickly as the bath filled. Pouring a glass of wine she sipped the deep red liquid and sighed with pleasure before replacing the glass so she could undress. Reaching for a hair tie that lay on a cluttered glass shelf she pulled her blonde, waist length hair into a messy bun. Happy her hair was fastened out the way she tested the temperature of the water, finding it to her liking she stepped into the raspberry and hibicious scented water. Lowering herself slowly beneath the bubbles she sighed as the heat of the water began to soothe her exhausted body. Resting her head on the edge of the bath she closed her eyes, willing the thoughts of him away but there was no respite from the images of times together, making her miss him even more. It was then that she smelt his cologne on the air again; the warm spicy aroma making her sigh sadly, knowing it wasn’t real and that he was thousands of miles away. As the heat of the water began to make her sleepy her thoughts once again drifted to their last evening…

Soft, gentle notes of a piece of classical music drift on the air, breaking the silence that filled the house, a cool breeze brushed across her exposed flesh but it was the warm breath on her ear that made her eyes flicker open.

“Hello my love, missed me?”

The sound of his voice made her jump up, throwing her arms around his neck as the water and bubbles washed over the side of the bath, soaking his trousers.

“You’re here… You really are… I thought I could smell your cologne… Thought it was my imagination…”

Her jumbled words were silenced by his lips, his strong, muscular arms holding her tight. Gently he lowered her back into the water as they kissed, already her body was crying out for him and his touch. The heat from the water only adding to the heat that was building in her body; as always she was amazed by just how quickly she responded to his touch, the heavy feeling of lust lying low in her stomach as his hand caressed her neck. His hand wasn’t soft, instead it was covered with callouses, callouses that would never be explained but which she adored as they were part of the tough man she loved. her body relaxed totally beneath his kiss, a kisses so filled with missed love and passion it was breath taking.

Breaking the kiss she watched as he took a drink from the forgotten glass of wine before he handed the glass to her. As he licked his lips she took a sip, watching as he began unbuttoning his shirt. She almost choked on the mouthful of wine as she started laughing, seeing just how wet he was where she had thrown her arms around him. When he dropped his shirt to the sodden floor she stopped laughing, seeing the hunger and need in his eyes. Placing the glass down she sat back waiting patiently for his next move, her eyes hooded with desire for the touch she had missed and craved so much.

Tingles ran down her spine to her core as his fingertips brushed across her shoulder. A sensual smile appearing on his lips as he traced all the parts of her body that he knew would make her tingle, but at the same time avoiding all the parts that would drive her wild. Just as she was about to beg for more she saw his other hand reach for his belt buckle, dexterous fingers releasing both buckle and buttons whilst he continued his exploration of her body. She moaned softly as his hand slipped below the water to trace the hot, sensitive skin of her hip making her squirm with desire.

Pulling his hand away he quickly removed his trousers before joining her in the bath. Slipping behind her he pulled her between his legs, her back resting against his hard, muscular chest. She couldn’t help but sigh as he placed soft kisses down her neck, wrapping her tightly in his arms.

“Oh my love, I have missed you so much.”

The passion and lust was evident in his voice. Moving her hips slightly she smiled as he groaned as his hard length twitched against her spine. His hands moving swiftly to her breasts, fingers grasping her sensitive nipples, teasing them and her mercilessly, the pleasure of his touch almost too much to bear. All she could think about was how ready she was for him but she knew he wouldn’t want to rush their reunion. Leaning forward slightly she reached behind her back to run her slender fingers up and down his length, she could almost hear him grit his teeth as she gently ran her nails around his tip. gasping herself as he bit the tender flesh at the base of her neck. Her fingers wrapped around him as his hand slipped down her body and between her legs. As his shaft throbbed beneath her fingers he began slowly rubbing her clit, both of them desperate for each other, their need immense from the time apart.

Once again he wrapped his arms around her body, lifting her slightly so that she released his length, moving her hands to grip the sides of the bath, grip tightening as she felt his tip push against her heat. His strong arms controlling every movement, taking his time he lowered her on to his length, moving slightly to adjust his position her breath catching as his length pushed further into her core, inch by slow, teasing inch. Both of them stilled for a moment as he filled her completely, savouring the feel of flesh on flesh, of being finally back together in the most sensual and intimate way.

Slowly she began to move his arms still wrapped around her, holding her, controlling her every movement. He knew her body so well, each slow thrust caressing her in all the right places. Already she could feel her muscles beginning to clench as her climax began to quickly build. His muscles taut as he fought the urge to release control, their desire pushing both of them quickly towards climax. Their quickening movements making the bath water splash over the sides. Passionate cries and laboured breathing drowning out the sounds of the music and the water. Unable to hold back any longer her orgasm ripped through her body, wave after wave, her muscles gripping and releasing his length bringing him quickly to release. Feeling his release setting off another orgasmic wave as her muscles milked his length of every precious drop, their mutual, passionate cries echoing around the room, celebrating their union…

Leaning back against the bathe pulled her to rest against his chest, both of them enjoying the closeness of the moment as their hearts began to return to normal. Neither of them wanting their little bit of heaven to end but knowing that soon they would have to move.

Lost in their love as the water began to cool around them.

© S.J Warner 2015.

(picture sourced from the internet).

Not Yet My Love

Blackened silk

Tied so tight

Bringing him peace

As it took his sight

Leather cuffs

Fastened round wrists

Stretching him out

No room to resist

Whispered words

Making heart race

Tales of silk

Ribbon and lace

Eager to please

But wanting to touch

Bound so tight

It was nearly too much

Fingers trace

Nails softly graze

Muscle and flesh

Which she did praise

Something soft

Across his chest

Making him gasp

As she continued to test

As crop tasted flesh

His body contorted

Fingers reached round

His submission rewarded

Slowly she stroked

Before striking once more

Pain coming first before

Pleasure bursts forth

Pleasure

Pain

Again

And again

Still he held back

Wanting to please

Not realising she

Had fell to her knees

Hot breath brushed

Across swollen tip

Making him swallow

Hoping she’d slip

Her luscious lips

Round his hard shaft

Jumping slightly

As his Mistress laughed

“Not yet my love

But soon you shall see

Just how good it will feel

If you please me”

Her nails running

From base to head

Passionate moans

At the marks oh so red

Slowly she teased him

Close to insane

Moaning continued

Mumbling her name

Impassioned cries

Beg for release

Her hand caresses

Began to increase

Feeling him tense

Beneath her hand

Smiling softly as

She felt him expand

Walking away

She heard him moan

Leaving him hanging

In the room all alone…

© S.J Warner 2015.

Second City Signing. July 18, 2015

This time last week I was nervously making my way to Birmingham, ready for my first ever signing as an author. To say I was scared would be an understatement, I had so many worries in my head, had so many sleepless night before hand but there really was no need for my worries because Cassie Hunt (our lovely organiser and all round beautiful soul) had pulled together a truly fabulous event.

Friday night was a relaxed affair, I reconnected with my old friend Nikki after an awful lot of years and meet so many people I knew from Facebook. They were all truly lovely and made me feel as if we had know each other forever. After a late dinner I called it a night, a couple of mugs of vodka later (yep I’m a classy girl lol) I quickly fell into a deep sleep which surprised me as I have trouble sleeping in hotel rooms at the best of times, let alone the night before I stepped big time out of my comfort zone.

Saturday morning dawned bright and sunny. First dilemma of the day was what I was going to wear. You see I had this beautiful 1950’s style dress but when I put it on I felt super self conscious so that got flung on the bed and replaced with a white vest top, black skinny jean and my gorgeous 5 inch red suede stilettos’, finally I was ready.

After breakfast we all made our way out of the hotel and on to the bus that was transporting us to St Andrew’s Stadium, trust me, tall girl in heels on the top deck of the bus was interesting and involved a lot of ducking and giggling lol. The atmosphere on the bus was fabulous, if you remember back to being in school and the excitement whenever you went on a school trip that would just about sum up the mood just without the pukey kid at the front of the bus. Within mere moments we arrived at the stadium and again my nerves began it kick in.

Once we were off the bus we all stopped to have our photo’s taken with the lovely Scott King and his friend Tony, now I hate having my pic taken, it was one of my biggest fears but both of the guys made me giggle and helped put me at ease. Sorry I’m babbling I know but bear with me ;)

It wasn’t until much later that I realised the guys were on tiptoes (sorry boys)#TallGirlProblems

Soon it was time to find my table for the day, into the Legends Lounge I walked and the nerves disappeared. Why? Well I think it’s because I had a job to do, my table wasn’t going to set itself up. Between Sue (my assistant for the day) and myself we had the table set up and ready to go quite quickly and if I do say so myself it looked pretty covered in Luca’s paper irises…

Before the doors opened I managed to grab five minutes to chat to VL Moon, L Chapman, JA Heron and my gorgeous girl Laura Smith, to name but a few. It was an honour to meet them all, there was also time for me to share my bottle of Toffoc, introducing the ladies to my fave toffee vodka ;) After that the day passed in a blur, I meet so many people all of which were lovely and interested in hearing about my work…yep I even sold some books #Result. Have to say everyone seemed to love my swag had so many compliments for the mini book magnets and Luca’s flowers and I managed to sell some of my keyrings and raise some money for Spina Bifida so thank you to everyone that purchased one.

Throughout the day all the authors were looked after by an army of volunteers, they never stopped and were an absolute God send. Cassie was a blur throughout the day making sure everything was going perfectly, honestly she deserved a bloody medal! Sadly I didn’t get change to have a photo with her but I did grab her long enough to get her to sign my photo book.

The readers were a fabulous, fun lot. I had kisses, cuddles and people wanting to have their picture taken with me…yes I know even now a week later that’s still a little surreal, I will add some of the pics to the bottom of this post. I signed everything from books to bags to boobs, I even had my boobs grabbed by a fabulous bunch of ladies from Your Next Hot Read book blog! Love you ladies, thank you so much for all the giggles!

So the day I had spent days, weeks and months worrying about passed by in a fabulous blur and I would do it all again tomorrow.

Now to thank you’s before I throw y’all some pics…

Cassie – without you this would never have happened, I know that it was rough at times but what you did was pure perfection and should you organise another one I would love to join you again!

Aaron aka Mr Cassie – although I didn’t actually speak to you I did see you rushing around taking pics so thank you.

The other authors – You all helped put my mind at ease both before the event and during it. Never have a met such a gorgeous bunch of people who showed each other so much love and support. I am blessed to know you all.

The volunteers – you guy’s rocked big time, thank you!

The readers and bloggers – so many of you took the time to pop to my table and speak to me, for that I will forever be grateful. Being unknown my biggest fear was no one coming to my table but instead I found myself surrounded by love…thank you so, so much.

The model’s – Although I only got pic’s with Scott and Tony the rest of you certainly filled the room with a little something special ;)

The lovely member of St Andrew’s staff that carried my cases down the stairs at the end of the day – thank you, although you were ribbed by your co workers because I called you my hero, you are and always will be!

I’m pretty sure I may have forgotten someone for wish I apologise, honestly to everyone involved in this event thank you from the bottom of my heart!

Interview With Male Model John Quinlan

I first came across John Quinlan whilst stalking my fellow author Debra Anastasia. As soon as I saw him I was drawn to how he looked and so when I sat down to write Aphrodite’s Fire I knew instantly who would be the inspiration for my bad guy, Benito. After releasing the book I happened to tag John in a photo comment on Facebook and we began talking. Thankfully John is nothing at all like Benito, John is a truly lovely guy with a heart of gold. During a post Birmingham signing chat with John he agreed to be my very first interviewee (brave man lol) and this post is the result, enjoy…

 

Bio.

John Quinlan (born John Joseph Quinlan October 30, 1974) in Winchester, Massachusetts, is a former American bodybuilder and professional wrestler who now works as a fitness model, fashion model, art model, and romance cover model. He is also a male underwear model. Quinlan has appeared in a variety of publications, including World Physique and Planet Muscle Magazine. Quinlan has appeared in gym video shoots and his image has been used online in many features and interviews. Quinlan has been referred to as the most tattooed male romance cover model in the world. In May 2013, John appeared as a newly featured Cover Model at the Romantic Times (RT) Convention in Kansas City, MO. John has since been featured on many book covers since his introduction to the world of Romance Novel Cover Modelling. In May 2015, Quinlan was a featured cover model at the RT Book Lovers Convention in Dallas, Texas.

Questions and Answers.

S.J – Hi John, thank you for agreeing to do this, as you know this is a huge step outside my comfort zone so lets just jump right in with the first question. What drew you to male physique modelling and when did you know this was the right career for you? 

J – had always been involved with fitness and modeling over the years so this was an extension of that. When I look back on my life years from now it will be great to say I did some pretty cool things as a result of hard work I put into my body.

S.J – Well all that hard work has definitely been worth it in my opinion ;) Ok I’m not going to lie I’m pretty nervous about asking this next question, I’ve seen your Playgirl shots, but here goes… What runs through your mind whilst you are taking part in photo shoots?

J – SJ, it all depends on the type of shoot. If it’s more a physique and body shoot I have to concentrate a bit more on holding the right poses and taking my time a bit more to conserve energy. Those type of shoots require holding the poses and in very hot weather they can definitely wear a guy out. The ideal shoot is more of a fashion themed shoot in either a studio or outdoors where the temperature is just right wearing a jacket or top with jeans and doesn’t require the constant holding of poses like the kind I just mentioned.

S.J – *releases held breath* It sounds like a fascinating experience John. Whist we are on the subject of image how do you feel about book characters being inspired by your image?

J – I am always honoured when my image inspires a book character. I always try and give it my best because if any great author out there, such as yourself SJ, creates a character for his/her book based on John Quinlan it is special to me. The way I see it, if an author takes the time to base a character on my they should get my best to bring out the best in the character.

S.J – Aww you’ve just made me blush! Thank you John… Who has been the biggest influence in your life?

J – I don’t think at this point I can say one individual person as so many people have influenced me along my journey. So many people from around the world have shown me so much love and support that I just want to thank all those now for doing that. They really gave me strength and allowed me to continue and really feel good about what I was doing.

S.J – This question is from my little girl, Megan. Do you like to read and if so what type of books do you enjoy reading?

J – Well Megan this is a great question, I do love reading autobiographies because they allow me to get inside a person’s head and see how they went about being successful throughout their journey in whatever field they happened to be in. I love reading about the rags to riches stories about actors like Sylvester Stallone who was so poor he had to sell his dog because he couldn’t afford to feed him only to later on buy the dog back after the movie Rocky, which he wrote, took off. Truly inspiring to say the least.

S.J – Thank you for answering Meg’s question. On a similar theme what do you do to relax after a long day working out/shooting?

J – One thing is for sure, I rest! Shoots can really zap your energy, especially the ones in high heat or the workouts that were cardio based that day. Nothing feels better than an air conditioned room or even my car with the AC cranked up after a challenging shoot or workout. Just give me some water and a cool room to relax in after one of these adventures and I’m happy. Yes SJ, I might very well also fall asleep but I can fall asleep knowing I just gave it my best so I earned it.

S.J – Whilst we are talking about work, what piece of advice would you give to someone who was looking to step into the modelling world?

J – Be open minded and realize that success doesn’t come over night. Be open to constructive criticism as there is plenty of that which will be thrown your way as a model. Use what other people tell you to become better and take what they say as the tools which will keep you moving in the right direction towards success. Be consistant and never give up. Keep your goals fresh in your mind at all times because like I always say, “If you believe it, you can achieve it.”

S.J – If you could only choose six words to describe you, what would they be?

J – Focused, Driven, Caring, Emotional, Intense, Dependable

S.J – Finally, what does the future hold for you?

J – Only God knows that SJ, but I was selected by producer Jillian Bullock for a role in her 2016 film, ‘A Sense of Purpose: Fighting for Our Lives’ in Philadelphia. I play the role of Army Captain Nixon. Making the transition into acting is very exciting for me and I look forward to make a career out of this in the near future.

S.J – Oh wow that sounds good, I shall have to keep an eye out for the film and go see it on release. Well that’s it, thank you so much John for taking time out to chat with me and for agreeing to be my interview guinea pig ;)

J – SJ, thanks so much for interviewing me today. I was honoured to sit down here with such an amazing author as yourself. Much love & respect for you always.

S.J – Much love back to you John.

Links

Find more from John by clicking the following links…

Website

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**SPECIAL REPORT** SECOND CITY SIGNING – 18th July 2015 (St. Andrews, Birmingham, UK)

sjw2014:

Loved meeting these ladies on Saturday, I promise to write my post about my first signing asap lol, but for now see how much these lovely ladies enjoyed Second City Signing, Birmingham ;) xxx

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Wow! Wow! Wow! And, wow! What a day! Tina and myself had been excited about this day to come for many months. And with us never having been to an event like this before we weren’t entirely sure just how amazing it was going to be. It met our expectations and so much more – I still can’t get over the buzz and sheer excitement of it all. So many like-minded people in one place certainly created the electric atmosphere we could have only dreamed of had it not been for the fun, friendly authors, assistants, readers, bloggers, models and staff!

Contemporary and erotic romance readers were in their element here! It was very interesting to see that there were YA, horror, poetry and crime writers too! Just perfect for what our blog covers. Authors were from local areas, such as Nuneaton and Leamington Spa, and from as far afield as Eastern…

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let*ting go.

Originally posted on the sacred road:

there comes a time

when the grace of what was

is all

that can ever be.

a breadth of a moment

forever whispering

its empty promise upon the wind.

and yet,

fingertips bleed

as the heart yearns

to remain tethered

to the wholeness found in yesterdays.

the pain lingers

as the bitter taste of sorrow

lays palpable upon the tongue.

treasured dreams

permutate

into an endless nightmare of self flagellation.

anger and uncertainty

plague a once undoubtful mind;

as questions

forever left unanswered

burn

upon undulating tears.

joy drowns

in the bowls of self loathing

and regret

until living turns to mere existence.

the rip tide seems inescapable

until fractured fingers

collapse in agonizing pain.

and the world shifts

as the current pulls

on exhausted shoulders,

only to send you spiraling

with gasping breath to the surface.

the echo of grief still pangs

against a ripped and ragged heart
and…

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Special Offer!

Hi everyone,

To celebrate my birthday (a little late but hey ho) and the fact that its is just three weeks and a day until my first signing I decided to put Aphrodite’s Fire on sale!

So if you haven’t got your copy yet now is the perfect opportunity as until July 3rd it is available for 99p/$0.99!

Buy links –

UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/Aphrodites-Fire-S-J-Warner-ebook/dp/B00QAOW2Z6

US – http://www.amazon.com/Aphrodites-Fire-S-J-Warner-ebook/dp/B00QAOW2Z6

Also tickets are still available for the signing, so if you are free July 18th why don’t you head to Birmingham UK and come say hi to myself and all the other wonderful authors that will be there?

Oh and ladies don’t forget the gorgeous Scott King will be attending as well ;)

https://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/second-city-signing-tickets-13481396219

Guest Post: Some favourite pieces of poetry by SJ Warner

sjw2014:

Aww huge thanks to my gorgeous and super talented friend Debs for this post. Love her so much and I recommend you go give her fabulous blog a like.

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This wonderful and very talented lady has become a good friend over the past few years, when I visited the UK last year we got to meet up and I know we will remain good friends for a long time.

Her words inspire, please go check out her Blog and Books! Here are just a few of her Poems that I love!

Books by Author SJ Warner

   

All of of her Books can be found on Amazon !

#Please check out her Social Media sites and follow:

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THE RIGHT PATH?

So long she had walked this road

The twists and turns had sometimes been hard

But her footsteps they had slowed

Her way now seemed barred

The sense of bewilderment

Overpowering her soul

Her body completely spent

Life flashing by out of her control

The pathway before her no longer clear
So…

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Illustrated Temptations: Aphrodite’s Fire by S. J. Warner

sjw2014:

This has just made my day! Huge thanks to Gel for not only reading but also for all the fabulous picquotes!

Originally posted on Bookish Temptations:

I really enjoyed my last week’s read and I’m like slapping myself for not reading it sooner.lol S. J. Warner‘s debut novel-Aphrodite’s Fire is an evocative, sexy, hot, romantic thriller. I knew from the start that I would enjoy it the same way I enjoyed her poetry writing.

Check out my pREVIEW…

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