Ana Hart's Week at a Glance (May 30 - June 6)

So, this post is a little bit late (I like to have them scheduled for 12:01 CST), but I have a good excuse! I was playing Call of Duty with my boyfriend (and now I'm watching him do a sexy strip tease while he attempts to distract me from writing this post. ATTEMPTS!) For the record, I kicked some serious ass in Call of Duty.



But this week I decided to do something different; I decided to let you guys have a look at what's been going on in my personal life since the last time I posted. Which means ... pictures! (And a random YouTube video). At the end of the post, I'll also have an actual photo of myself which I took today (but if you really can't wait to see it, you can just go on ahead and scroll down now).











I've been jamming out to this song all week! And if you like dubstep, too, I'd suggest checking it out. If you don't, well, uh... keep scrolling! My only complaint is that I think it's a little too long, but it's still awesome. And badass. And the background song to the Borderlands II trailer!




Hey, I was working on this new story yesterday and it took a crazy turn for ... the better, I hope. It was just going to be another short erotic pure smutty mcsmut-smut thing, but now it's morphing into a paranormal suspense. Want to check it out for me?

“You're
so beautiful, Nicole,” James whispered as his fingers thrummed
across my body, twitching the silky skirt of my dress aside.
Goosebumps crawled across my skin as his hands caressed along my
calves, my thighs, and farther upwards still. I arched my body into
his touch and his fingers answered my silent plea for more. As if
from far away, I heard myself moaning as he stroked the back of his
hand across my lace-covered sex, stoking the flames of my need
higher. 

“Yes
… so beautiful. You'll fetch me a nice price at the market.” 

James'
fingers didn't slow and neither did the clamoring of my pulse. The
blood pounded in my ears in time to the warm glow pulsating around
every inch of my body, drowning out almost everything else. But I did
hear James' words, softly spoken as they were, and I gave a lazy
chuckle as his hands crawled farther up my body. 

“What
market?” 

James'
face swam into view, hazy and wonderful. A beautiful smile danced
across his lips and I couldn't help but smile back up at him. How
could I have been afraid of him? He was handsome, and sexy, and
perfect. Absolutely perfect. I laughed aloud at my silliness and
James' laughed with me. He had a beautiful laugh that rumbled through
my entire body, vibrating into my core, tugging at my soul with all
the insistence of an impatient lover. I moaned again and spread
myself for him, desperate for this perfect man to have me – all of
me. 

“Take
me,” I begged and James laughed again, another beautiful laugh. 

“Oh,
trust me, sweetheart. I will.” 

His
lips found mine through the golden haze and crushed the breath from
me as his tongue plunged past my lips. I moaned into his mouth and
tried to reach upwards to wrap my arms around him, but my arms were
far too heavy to lift. Something in the back of my mind nagged at me,
but I pushed the little voice away and opened my eyes again instead
so I could reassure myself with the sight of my most perfect man. 

But
I couldn't see anything except for the golden light. It had filled
every corner of the room, every crevice. It pulsed in time to my
raging heartbeat and roared in my ears like a raging inferno. 

“James?” 

My
mouth moved, but I couldn't hear the words. I couldn't hear anything.
I couldn't see anything. The light was everywhere, everything. 

And
then there was nothing.

 My boyfriend and I both love Chinese food. I honestly think we eat it about six times a week. Here's my fortune from our last trip out:





Awww so true.


Hey, look! It's my balcony container garden! I love plants :) They make me happy!














And it's a kitteh on a laptop! (Damn demon devil cat always biting my feet and attacking my head! Seriously. He attacks my head. Like stalk-pounce-attacks. Not fun).








Alright, one last random picture. A cake I decorated at work!










Alright, and now, drumroll please!




Dum... dumdumdum.... dumdumdumdumdumdum *cough* Alright, alright. And now, for me, the real Ana:








Ta-da! Well, I do believe this was my most random blog post ever. Maybe. Potentially. Perhaps. Most likely. (Probably). But I hope you guys enjoyed it! Tune in next time for ... who in the Hell knows what?!






I drew it myself ;-)

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Ana Hart is a writer of erotica, romance, and everything in between. She's also trying to write this last bit while holding a dick. No, really.




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