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FFF- It's a Dog Eat Dog World

Key Words: chocolate Forbidden Words: monster Word Limit: 2,000 characters Extra Credit: Would you? Bonus Words: + 100 words if revenge is in the air
“I can’t tonight.” He tried to cry off for the third time.  “The office is insane. I have two TPS reports to file and three more cases to log and delegate. They are working me like a dog.”  If it hadn’t been for the soft fit of giggles in the background I might have believed him.  If he hadn’t told me the same sob story the past three nights he blew off our date, I may have considered he was telling me the truth. But he wasn’t. He was a fucking liar.
“Ok, hun.” I forced a disappointed twitch to my voice. “I was sort of hoping...well…I’ve been reading…” I turned on my saucy tone to hook him.
Jake had been bothering me for months to let him stick his dick in my ass. “Oh?” I could hear his ears perk at the implication of my words. “And?”
“Well...I was sort of hoping we could...well…” I was performing so well, my cheeks actually blushed. “I was hoping we could give those plugs you bought a try.” I fondled the bag that held my toys for the evening, if he would get to my apartment.
“Oh...okay...You know...I can probably file these reports in the morning. I won’t be able to spend the night, I”ll have to get to work early tomorrow.”
Right. Cuz, I’m that dumb. “That’s okay.” I sounded hopeful.
While I waited for the laying ass, I laid out my toys in the bedroom.  I wanted everything to go right otherwise there’d be too much struggling and he was quite bigger than me.  By the time he arrived everything was set.
I barely got the door open before he was on me. Nuzzling my neck, biting at my earlobe.  He was in a hurry. Like always.  I don’t know why I even cared enough about his cheating to do anything in retaliation, he was a horrible lover. I suppose it was pride. Fuck him for thinking he could do better than me.
He managed to get my shirt off and was pulling at my nipples in an awkward manner while trying to shimmy himself out of his pants.  I finally shoved him away and finished the job myself.  I left him in the livingroom to complete his work on his clothes while I grabbed the chocolate covered strawberries from the fridge.
“I thought we could have a little snack. Something romantic before we go all kinky.” I grinned at him and gave him a knowing wink.
He checked his watch and shrugged. “Okay.” Hurriedly, he grabbed two strawberries and stuffed them in his mouth.  I was almost grateful that he wouldn’t be putting that mouth on me, He ate pussy the same way.
I put the plate on the table and watched him. The woman at the store had promised it would be quick. And much like his lovemaking, it was.
Once he was passed out, sprawled out like a street corner whore, I picked up his right foot and dragged his naked ass into the bedroom.  I was surprised by  my ability to get him into the latex outfit and tressed up in the tub.
When he woke,  he started wiggling and panicking. The mask probably scared him.  I pointed the screen of my phone at him so he could get a good look at the image of himself. Hands and feet bound, and a dog mask to boot.
“It’s your theme.” I cooed. “You lie like a dog. You work like a dog. Now lets see if you can get fucked like a dog.” I held up the bottle of lube in my right hand and the large anal plug in my left hand.  

INTERVIEW WITH THE WRITER

Image from Erotic AwakeningI know I've mentioned Dan and Dawn before on my blog. I've written a review of their book Living M/s and you can see that review here. (Awesome book) I've also mentioned that they have a really great podcast where they talk about M/s, D/s, polyamory, and all sorts of erotic stuff.  Well, while at Kinky Kollege last month, I had an opportunity to meet them and chat. I was lucky enough to do an interview for their podcast talking about my newest release Hidden Heart.

Let me say that I was extremely nervous! What if I said something stupid!? What if I laughed and snorted!? What if I couldn't answer the question fast enough!? What if I stuttered... the list of what ifs was long.  My husband kept assuring me I'd do fine. It didn't matter.  I was a shaking bundle of nerves. Thankfully my husband was sitting next to me the entire time..quietly...he's such an introvert!

Once the interview started, I think I did okay.  In hindsight, I wish I had maybe elaborated on a few things, or thought my answer through more...but overall I think it came out okay.  ANYWAY... The podcast aired this week, and I'm sure you are all now dying to go listen.

So, go, listen to my interview (it's the second half of the podcast). Get hooked on Erotic Awakening, subscribe to their newsletter, comment on the podcast, like them on podcast. Support them in anyway you can. They do an excellent job at educating the BDSM community and have helped more people than I'm sure they even know.

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What happens after you type The End

The first draft has had plenty of quotes written about it, but the one I agree with the most is by Ernest Hemmingway.  "The first draft of anything is shit" He could not have been more right!

I finished the first draft of Secured Heart, the second book in my Windy City Series, yesterday. I had hoped to have it out on virtual shelves by Christmas, but it's looking more and more like that won't happen.  The first draft is absolutely shit, no doubt about it. There are a lot of plot holes, characters underdeveloped, and to be honest somewhere along the way I forgot what color eyes my lead female had so I'm pretty sure I changed her eye color mid-story.  So now I get to go through it again and again until I can't stand the sight of it any longer, then it will go to an editor to pick it apart. But the first rule after I finish my first draft: DO NOT LOOK AT IT!

Why would you do this? Becuase I've just spent the last six weeks writing it. I'm attached to it. I have emotional attachment to it. I need to clear my mind of it, so that I can look at it with fresh eyes. So, it will sit in my hard drive untouched for at least a week. Although, with the long weekend coming up it will be very tempting to dive in.

This process will repeat after I make my first round of corrections. I give my Beta Readers the first draft after my first round of edits and ask their opinions on character, plot, etc. But then it's out of sight for at least a week. Second round of corrections, away for at least 1 but most likely 2.  THEN and only then will I let my editor take her blowtorch to it.

So what will I do in the meantime?  Well, I'll most likely be able to get a few more Wicked Wednesdays posted and Flash Fiction Fridays will possibly be posted ON Friday. However, the third book needs to be written and Alex really is going to need a lot of development time. So maybe I'll get started on him. Not sure, but what I do know is that I will have to wait to see Kelly and Kendrick for a little while. So far, Kelly is my favorite heroine, but I'm seeing a pretty spunky character coming to match up with Alex.

I LOVE WRITING! ahem....okay..,

If you'd like to be one of my awesome beta readers please fill out the form here, and I'll contact you! All my beta readers that participate will get a free e-copy of the book at release.

FFF- The Hunt and the Hunted

rebloggedKey Words: Hide OR seekForbidden Words: any word that can be a colourWord Limit: 333 wordsExtra Credit: ever played nudey hide and seek?Bonus Words: +100 words if she’s doing the searchingI mildly went over on my words, but I've learned to forgive myself!   Hope you enjoy my late entry! 






It would have been an easier game if the lights had been left on, but then it might not have been as much fun.  

“Remove your clothes,” My husband had directed me once we arrived at the empty office building. The construction was nearly complete and the new owners would be moving into the building soon.  Brad wanted to have some fun before he turned over the keys.  

I stripped but noticed that he wasn’t taking off his clothes. I closed the space between us and reached for his tie. “No. Just you.” His lips twisted into a smile that made the hairs on my neck stand up. “Here’s the game.  Conrad and Cyril are hiding on this floor.” He held my shoulders in his large, strong hands. “You’ll stay here for another five minutes while I go find my spot. Then you’ll start the hunt, or rather start being hunted. As you search for me, they will search for you.” His grin reached his eyes, excited at the idea of the hunt always drove him wild. I didn’t need to touch him to know his cock was hard.

“I’m I supposed to find or be found?” I asked. There was a chill in the room as the heat obviously hadn’t been turned on yet in the new building. He noticed the temperature and ran his hands up and down my arms, some warmth was better than none.

“Both. Your goal is to find me.” He flashed a larger smile at the notion of himself being the prize. “They will find you. When they do, you are to obey them until they release you. The faster you find me, the larger your prize.” He explained.

“So if they find me they’ll keep me busy, and it will take me longer to find you.” I clarified.

He nodded and leaned in, kissing my nose. “Yes, exactly.”

“What will they do to me?” I asked, already knowing the answer. Cyril and Conrad had been to our home for plenty of evenings to know their tastes matched mine.

“They will do what they want. I did request they keep your asshole for me, so they won’t use you there.” He kissed my cheek.  His warm hands moved from my arms to my breasts where he captured a nipple in each hand. The pressure of his fingertips caught me off guard and I let out a moan. His arrogant smile widened.  “Are you ready?”

I looked into his eyes. The ever playful man, the lustful generous man looked as greedy as a child sitting beneath the christmas tree waiting to unwrap his gifts. “As I’ll ever be.” I nodded. He released my nipples, and I sucked in my breath.

“Good. Ready.” He took a step back. “Set.” He reached the doorway. “Go.” I could hear his laughter as he ran down the hall.  
Five minutes ticked off the clock on the wall slowly. Finally it was my turn to leave the room. Anticipation, excitement, and  giddiness swirled around in my chest as I stood outside the doorway looking down the hall.  Which way to go...which way to turn… The game had begun.

FFF - Army Time

reblogged I couldn't come up with much this week. Mostly from working too much at the day job and as much as possible on the new novel. However, the picture and the theme reminded me of the times my husband was away from me due to his being in the Army. So, I thought I'd take a stroll down memory lane and make a list of some of the sexy things I did for him while he was away.

1. When he was in boot camp, I made copies of the sexy scenes in whichever romance novel I was reading at the time and mailed them to him.  His buddies appreciated the passages as much as he did. You're welcome, boys!

2. When he was at AIT, the portion of training after boot camp, he asked that I make him some tapes of my "alone time". So I did! Which reminds me, I need to ask him where those cassettes are....

3. When he was deployed there was a LOT of phone sex. Thankfully, he worked in the communications division so I got more calls from him than most military wives did during deployments.  I still say every military wife should have stock in duracell!


Some things that brought me to realize more about me during his time in the military.

1. During his bootcamp he would make idle threats that if I didn't behave while we were at our final station (Germany) that he could tell the gate guards not to let me leave the base. Basically grounding me. The idea that he could do something like that or that he would do something like that thrilled me to my toes- even if he was totally lying.

2. While he was away on one of his field operations I stumbled upon BDSM..well Gor, then BDSM...but everything made my eyes widen and my mouth water. I was hooked!  Thank you internet!

I'm sure if he hadn't gone in the military I would have found my way into the BDSM world, but I don't know how long it would have taken or how it would have happened.  Heck, I'm not even sure I would have married my husband...would I have gone away to college? Would we have lost touch? Thankfully, I don't have to find out.

And thankfully my husband came home from every deployment. So many don't.

My husband hates it when he is thanked for his service. I don't get it.  So, I won't thank him (out loud anyway) I will tip my hat to all military service members and their families, though. You all rock and you do and sacrifice way more than anyone should ever be asked to do for their country.

Anyway...now not only have I not written a Flash Fiction piece...I'm not even on friday anymore!

Have a great weekend folks!

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Cover Reveal- Controlling Circumstances

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Controlling CircumstancesA New Adult Novel Coming Soon By Jean KelsoRelease TBASynopsis:I was always told that when I hit thirty, life would be great, life would be a blast, a party. Boy were they wrong.
My life wasn’t perfect by any means, in reality actually, it was as if I had woken up on the wrong side of the bed, took a wrong turn or something. Everything started to go wrong in my life and I couldn’t change it or go back and fix it.
I had no control of any of the circumstances, good or bad. Everything was a mess, altered. Then he came along. He helped. I quickly found out that the one great thing about turning thirty was him. His ability to take the reins. His control. He was a risk, but risks are worth taking, right?

About the authorJean is just a small town girl looking for a little adventure. With her love of reading and writing she wanted to explore and see what her characters could do for her. Being a full time nurse, a wife, and mother of two boys, she has her hands full, but takes the time to dream among the pages. She is a true blooded Canadian and hopes to explore parts of the world sometime in the future, but for now, she explores in the books she reads and writes. Being a huge Indie Author fan, she has made several friends online and has met a few at book signings. Hoping to one day meet some fans face to face, she would gladly friend you on facebook, goodreads, and google+.
She can be found on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jean.kelso.14
She can be found on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8338589.Jean_Kelso
She can be found on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Jean-Kelso/e/B00MWKBR1W/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1415227428&sr=1-2-ent
She can be found on Google+ as Barb Jean Kelso Johnson

~Other Books by Jean Kelso~
One Simple Memory:Jenn Samos lived a quiet life. Loved and sheltered by her family and friends, she knew nothing of the huge secret being kept from her growing up.
Deeply in love with her best friend, the man she thought would be her forever. One little argument and he was gone. She never understood why.
Now three years later, he’s back. And with him, her world as she knows it, comes crashing down around her.
Sean says she needs to remember. But Jenn doesn’t understand.
Can One Simple Memory really get them out of the mess they are in, or will someone die to keep secrets buried?Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/One-Simple-Memory-Jean-Kelso-ebook/dp/B00MWDJ04U/ref=la_B00MWKBR1W_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1415227474&sr=1-1B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/one-simple-memory-jean-kelso/1120169057?ean=2940046269130

Book Release- Trust In Me

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When international businessman, Patrick MacQuoid, finds a letter in the back of his desk, he knows he must find its’ mysterious author. 
Rachel Teague thought her past was finally behind her, a fresh start, and a new career. When a mysterious gentleman enters her life – she thinks things are finally on the right track. 
He’s strong, handsome and has a brogue that melts her heart and a hard body that makes her pulse race - finally, a light at the end of a long and dark tunnel. 
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Jennifer Gavran is an emerging author, who's debut novel “Trust In Me” is the first novel in her erotic series “Kiss & Don't Tell”. She resides in California where she is married to the love of her life and raises their children. When not writing or reading, she enjoys baking, hunting and shooting. She volunteers in the community and in her children's classrooms when she is not writing her newest romance.    

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Royal Feast

reblogged from: here
Royal Feast Beyond the edge of reality lays a kingdom where Princess Snow once lived with her Father, the King.  Snow’s mother, and the King’s greatest love, died during the princess’s birth.  Snow resembled her mother in every way. Her stark black hair contrasted her albino skin, and her electric blue eyes mesmerized all that should look upon her.  The King missed his wife greatly. After many years of sleeping alone and wondering if he would ever again hold love in his heart for a woman, the king found a new queen.  She was younger than he, almost as beautiful as his daughter, and cunning as any fox he had ever hunted.  He was in love. Snow, happy to see her father find joy in his life again, welcomed the new queen. The new Queen, however, did not welcome Snow so easily. “How can you ever expect to meet your Prince if you spend all of your time helping those villagers with their little lives?” The Queen asked during dinner.  The Queen often rebuked Snow for the amount of time she devoted to the villagers. “Your mother is right. You must marry.” The King’s voice bounced off of the royal walls of the grand dining room. Snow looked at him in disbelief. “Father, I am only seventeen. Surely, I can wait to marry for a few more years?” she protested cautiously. “We will discuss this further at a later time. Leave us now to our dinner.” The queen waved her regal hand towards Snow, dismissing her from her own dinner, as she often did. Snow bit back her retort and paused in her obedience only to kiss her father’s cheek before departing.   “Perhaps she’s right.” The King said as he tore the meat from his chicken. “She is only 17, her mother was nearly 20 when we married.” “You still love her, your wife, your first queen.” The Queen accused in a soft, tearful voice that grabbed the Kings attention. “You will never see me as your wife, your queen.” She turned away from him.  He grasped her hands in his.   “No, you are my queen, my wife, my love. No one means more to me than you. No one.” He reassured her, as he did every day. “Snow’s mother is in my past. You have my whole heart. I swear it.” “You love Snow more,” she whispered, still not looking at him. “She’s my daughter. It’s a different love that I hold for her.” He patted her hand and sat back in his chair.  “She will marry, and we can focus on our Kingdom.” “The longer she remains, the more she steals your people’s loyalty. They will never see me as their Queen as long as she is within these walls.  You cannot rule them if they hold no respect for us as King and Queen.”  The Queen snapped.  “She looks so very much like her mother.  I am forever to be in her shadow.” She softened her voice and reached out to touch his hand. “She will marry. I promise, my Queen. She will be gone soon enough.” The King reassured her. “Very well.  So long as she marries soon.” The queen smiled brilliantly at him once again.  “Soon.” She nodded and reached for her wine glass.  “Else we will try another way.”

Snow endured meetings with Prince’s from the three neighboring kingdoms for several weeks.  Each was pleasant enough but just as young as she.  Their apprehension about marriage mirrored her own.  The Queen blamed Snow for not being pleasing to the suitors, she was losing patience. “Snow!” The king entered her quarter’s one evening looking panic stricken. “Snow, my daughter!” he rushed to her side.   “Father, what is it? What’s the matter?” she asked. “The Queen! Oh. My daughter. I am sorry!” Snow focused on his words as they dashed from his lips.  “She wants you to be gone from her. She fears you, loathes your beauty and is envious of the love I have for you.  You must leave.” “But, where will I go?” “You must go, else I fear she will do something horrible to you.” The King clasped her hands in his grip, his hands cold, shaky. Snow looked at him with wild surprise. “Can you not do something? You are king!” she whispered, afraid the queen’s security guard may be in the hallway. “She will not listen to me.” He shook his head. “No, there isn’t time. You must flee!” he rushed away from her when she tried to protest again. “There is a trail behind the castle. It leads into the woods. There is a small village on the other side; you’ll find comfort there.  The people are very loyal to me but are not within my kingdom. Tell them who you are, they will give you shelter until I come for you.” He found her warmest cape and threw it around her shoulders. “You must go now.” The urgency in his voice gained her obedience. “You’ll find me. You’ll find a way to fix this, I know it.” She soothed him as she followed him down stairs and out of the castle.  He paused a moment at the hidden doorway to look into her jeweled eyes.  Before sending her away and with a tenderness she remembered from her childhood, before the Queen, he kissed her brow.   She pulled her wrap tightly around her body as she ran from her home and into the darkened woods. It was not long before she found herself desperately lost. The trails wove into each other, bringing her back to where started. Frightened by the sounds of the animals, cold from the chill in the autumn air, and exhausted from running she sat down on a large boulder beneath a leafless maple tree. “Who’s there!?” she heard a male voice demand from behind her. She looked around, but the darkness veiled him from sight. “Who are you?!” his voice came again. “I’m Princess Snow.” She whispered into the dark. She jumped in surprise when a man, who reached her hip in height, stood before her holding a small lantern.  Had it not been for his beard and wrinkles, she would have thought him a child. “The Princess?” he questioned, raising the lantern to see her better.  She wanted to smile in greeting, but the feat was too exhausting. “Yes. My father sent me from the castle. He said to hide away until he came for me, but I cannot find the village he spoke of.” She explained, rubbing her arms. “I know what village you mean, but we can’t go there in the dark. Come with me. You may find shelter with me and my brothers for the night. Then we will deliver you.” He grunted and turned before she could respond. She hurried to keep up with him and followed him to a small cottage.  Two men sat under the torches burning on the porch smoking pipes; they looked every bit the brothers of her guide. “Stay here.” He directed and went ahead to speak to his brothers. She watched their expressions transform from confusion to surprise, to something like excitement but darker. “Princess Snow, welcome!” The tallest of the group raised his hand in greeting, beckoning her forward. She smiled with relief and stepped up onto the porch.   “Thank you so much.” She took a deep breath. “I was becoming so frightened in the woods.” She followed them into the small cottage. The men ushered her to a rocking chair near the fireplace to warm herself while they fetched her something to eat from the iron stove.  If she thought their cottage to be crude in its appearance, she was polite enough not to mention it.   There was a string of bones drying over the fire. “A deer we had for dinner last night.” Her guide, named Gramps, explained when he caught her eyes wandering to them. She nodded, accepting his answer. She didn’t question the other strings of bones that lay in a pile beside the fireplace, the odd looking pelts on the walls, or the strange smell of the cabin. “Here, eat this.  Chip is our best cook. He made this soup special, perfect to take away your chills.” Gramps handed her a small bowl of soup.  Hungry from her adventurous evening she ate it quickly, thanking them between bites. They watched her intently as she ate it. “Gramps, help us bring the table from out back. She’s sound asleep.” Chip instructed his older brother. Snow rested her head against the back of the rocking chair, her lips parted in deep slumber and the half-eaten bowl of soup fell to the floor.

A pounding on the door interrupted the brothers’ breakfast.  Gramps swung the door open to find the King standing before him. He bowed his head in greeting. “Did she find you?” he asked gruffly, stepping into the cottage. The strong metallic odor hit him as he entered, and he tried not to show his disgust.   “Yes, Your Majesty.” Gramps closed the door. The Kings stood before his daughter. Snow laid on a large wooden table, her hands folded neatly on her stomach.  Her black hair was fanned out around her head.   Her once white skin had turned a cold, dull gray.  The King walked to her side and lifted her lifeless hand from where it rested. He traced the jagged raw cut that ran across her wrist with his finger and looked to Gramps. “Did she feel pain?” The king asked, a hint of worry in his voice. “No. The soup put her to sleep before Chip did his work.” Gramps answered solemnly. The King nodded and put Snow’s hand back, noticing her other hand bared the same cut. “Is your carriage outside? We will carry her out for you,” Gramps offered motioning to his silent brothers. “No. The Queen only requires her heart.” Gramps moved the two large buckets of her blood from the table to the floor and retrieved a small jeweled box which he handed to the King.  The King surveyed the cabin on his way to the door, not looking back at his daughter.  “You may have the rest.  Reward for your work.” The king stepped outside before Gramps could thank him for their feast.


This is a piece I wrote a while back for a class assignment. The prompt this week reminded me of it, so I pulled it out. Not sexy....but I feel like this prompt deserves a second entry and so I'll be putting up another one tomorrow...or friday...or saturday!

FFF- All Hallow's Eve!

Key Words: Trick OR Treat (but not both)- Done!Forbidden Words: Surprise, creamy - Almost broke the rule, but didn't! Word Limit: 20 minutes of typing … that’s it!  YEAH!Only one word typed after my alarm sounded!Bonus Words: Additional five minutes of typing if the pumpkin stays on! 

It started out as a joke, as so many wonderful stories do. Alan, my newest fuck toy, asked if he could use my kitchen to make a pumpkin pie for his Halloween party. A party that I would be attending, and I love pumpkin pie, so of course I gave my permission. There was only one condition, he needed to bake the pie in the buff.

He has the sexiest body I’ve had the pleasure of beating and fucking in many years. Hours spent at the gym have not gone wasted on him.  Muscles ripple down his chest, his stomach, his back, both arms...he’s like a fucking brick wall.  It makes his little whimpers behind the gag as I flog his ass all the more enjoyable.

Cooking nude wasn’t anything new to him, he rarely wears clothing in my house anyway. The night before his party, he arrived after I had already had my dinner. He stood at the doorway, placed his bag of groceries on the floor and began to strip.  I loved watching him peel away the exterior layers of the powerful executive until the strong submissive man knelt before me. I gave him the pat on his head he was waiting for and we headed to the kitchen.  

I slid onto the countertop to watch him as he baked.  His eyes glanced over at me casually. My skirt was long and flowing, the one I knew he loved best. Many times I would have him on his knees, beneath my skirt using his tongue on my clit while I stood to wash dishes. It makes him feel naughty to hide beneath it, eating me until I orgasm.

“Start baking.” I smiled and waved to the bag of groceries.  

He removed the items from the paper bag and paused a moment when he noticed my jack-o-lantern sitting next to the stove.  I smiled inwardly as he inspected it. “There’s a whole in the bottom of this,” He commented when he picked it up.

I jumped from the counter and took it from his hands. “How else would you get it on your head?” I asked with a smile. His eyes shot to me at my declaration and I laughed.  “It’s no worse than the hood you wore last week.” I assured him. He seemed to relax.  “Get on your knees for me.” I ordered. He’s at least a full head taller than me.  I placed the pumpkin back on the counter and lifted my skirt, showing off my freshly shaved pussy.  “It’s been a few days since your tongue has made me happy. Before we get started, why don’t do you that.” I lifted my leg to rest my foot on the small stool I keep in the kitchen.  

He looked up at me, licking his lips and smiling. “Thank you,” He whispered and grabbed my ass with his large hands pulling me to his mouth. His tongue was damn near magical, the way he swirled it around my clit. He licked up my juices, suckled my pussy. I had to put a  hand on the counter to keep from falling over, the pleasure was so great. My other hand rested in his hair.  He began to hum and I sighed heavily.  

“That’s it, lick there.. oh...damn, Alan...harder...fucking harder…” I ground my hips into his mouth and within moments I screamed out my release. He didn’t stop in his movements until I tapped his head to let him know he could.  He sat back away from me, his chin glistening with my wetness. “Such a good boy” I smiled and bent down to kiss him and lick his chin clean. “Now, let’s get your head on so you can make that pie.”

The jack-o-lantern slid over his head nicely, making me clap when he stood to his full height. I gave his erect penis a little slap when I heard him groan. “Would you like me to give you a treat for your good behavior?” I asked, wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft.

“Yes, Ma’am.” a muffled answer came from the pumpkin. I giggled and put more pressure on his dick.  
I slid to my knees, kissing the head of his cock. “You start to make the pie…I’ll start on the cream.”