Happy Valentine’s Day from the Sexy and Fabulously Talented Writers of Chemical [se]X
Only one week until Valentine’s Day and have we got an amazing giveaway for you, dear readers! If you’ve been following since February 1st, you know all about it but if not, here’s the low down…
The 13 writers of Chemical [se]X put our pervy heads together and came up with a list of goodies that’ll make you want to smack your own ass and shout, “Hot damn!” How would you like to win one of the following:
A $37 (£25) gift certificate from Belle de Soir
Two e-books from Go Deeper Press: First by Jacob Louder (one of our sinfully sexy Chemical [se]X writers) and Cream by Lana Fox
A $10 gift certificate from Seattle Chocolates
A paperback version of Chemical [se]X, signed by the author of your choice
If you’re screaming, “FUCK YEAH, I WANT ONE OF THOSE!” (and I know that you are) all you gotta do is comment on this post, or any other post from my blog between now and V Day and your name is entered. Want your name entered more than once? Comment more than once. Your name will be entered for each comment you post on the blog and it’s not just over here! Visit the blogs of any of our fabulous authors and they’ll enter your name, too! You can find them all on our Chemical [se]X blog.
Can ya dig it? I knew that you could!
With Valentine’s Day right around the corner I bet some of you are still scratching your heads and wondering what to get your lover (and I mean besides the edible underwear and booby tassels you already picked up at Spencer’s). My thoughts on Valentine’s Day gifts?
Well, we all know Valentine’s Day has always been more of a “show your woman how much she means to you by spoiling her with flowers, chocolates, and expensive gifts” holiday. Women are okay with this because, one PRESENTS (!!!) but, more importantly, on February 15th they get to do the compare and contrast thing with their girlfriends to see whose significant other loves whom the most.
“Look! Mike got me a diamond tennis bracelet!”
“Aw, isn’t that sweet? George bought me the new Coach purse and matching wallet I’ve had my eye on!”
Just like everything else, it’s so effing commercialized.
And men abide by the rules of “the more you spend on her the happier she’ll be” because Every Kiss begins with Kay and Every Blow Job Begins with Zales or some shit, right?
I remember the first Valentine’s Day my husband and I spent together. We had only been dating three months and so I’d thought it would be simple. He made reservations for us at a nice restaurant, which we ended up missing (totally my fault and a story for another time!). We drove to a few other places to eat but naturally we could only get a table if we were willing to wait three hours. We ended up at Panera, sitting outside in the chilly February air eating steamy broccoli and cheddar soup from bread bowls. After, he took me to a nearby lake where we sat wrapped in a blanket and talked and kissed and looked at stars and kissed some more. I remember thinking that night that it was the best Valentine’s Day ever and it really was. We went back to my apartment, had some great sex, and yeah, he got head even though there wasn’t a new diamond hanging around my neck.
I’m not saying it isn’t cool to buy your lover gifts on Valentine’s Day, but to me, doing is more important than spending. Valentine’s Day should be about hand written love letters, stopping to slow dance in the living room, taking a walk, bowls of soup, and cuddling together under a blanket.
And yes, okay, blow jobs.
What was your favorite Valentine’s Day? Tell me, or anything else you’d like to share, down in the comments section and I’ll make sure you are entered to win!
And because I know you all love some good smutty stories, here is a story, from me to you. XOXOXO
The Rendezvous
The hotel room was dimly lit, the sun not quite up yet, but you could hear the birds announcing the new day from their perches in the snow-covered pines right outside the window. Even though February 7th was a Saturday, she woke up early, her lover’s warm body pressed against her back, his arm draped over her ribcage and hand resting on her breast. Sleepy and grinning, she wiggled, pressing her uncovered bottom into his body to stir him. They had spent the last two nights sleeping naked, even in the cold winter month, opting to use extra blankets and each others body heat to keep warm.
Though he wasn’t fully awake, she felt his body respond, his hardness pressing back into her as he straightened his legs to stretch and let out a throaty yawn. When he settled his body once again, perfectly behind her like they were two spoons, he gave her breast a loving squeeze before adding a gentle tug on her nipple. She hummed appreciatively.
“Pfft, pfft,” she heard and she giggled, not a high pitched girly giggle; her voice was still thick with sleep. Over the course of a dozen rendezvous for the last three years, it had become somewhat of a joke that whenever they spooned he’d end up with a mouthful of her long, dark hair and so she’d make a big production of sweeping it up and piling it on top of her head so that his lips met the back of her neck instead. This time, though, she turned to face him.
She kept her body close to his, her breasts and tight nipples getting tickled by his chest hair, and he ran his hand down the skin of her back to cup what had just been nestled against his morning erection. Inhaling the fresh jasmine scent that was her, he opened his stormy eyes to look into her buttery caramel ones.
“Hi,” he smiled.
“Hi,” she smiled back.
It was their last day together and since they wouldn’t see each other the following weekend for Valentine’s Day, they’d celebrate that day.
He pressed their lips together and she could taste a hint of the Scotch he enjoyed the night before lingering on his tongue. The kiss was slow and lazy, like an old Etta James song, and they allowed their hands to roam and worship for quite some time. It would be several months before they would see each other again so they were in no hurry.
He separated his mouth from hers and lowered his head to taste her between her breasts, his tongue peeking out before he withdrew it and breathed warm air onto her cooling skin. It covered her like a wave, the heat spreading from her chest out to her limbs, and she felt her body go fluid as if she would seep right into the mattress beneath them. Lips that barely touched her traveled up to her neck, over to her collar bone, finally making full contact just under her ear where he sucked tenderly, exactly how she liked. The room was silent except for her breathy moans.
Her hands moved slowly over the planes of his back, pulling him impossibly closer to her, while his skimmed over the back of her thigh to pull her leg over his hip. She hissed as the chilly air hit the wetness between her legs and groaned as he grazed her slit with one single finger. He was definitely taking his time and driving her wonderfully insane.
They kissed again, more passionately this time, but still slowly, their tongues moving harmoniously together rather than fighting for dominance. She held his face in her hands but moved the lower part of her body, begging him silently for some kind of relief from the ache that was growing more unbearable by the second. He continued to kiss her, though the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. He knew what she wanted and she would get it- soon.
He kept teasing her, inching his hand so close to where she wanted it, only to move it away again to squeeze her bottom or thumb her nipple. It wasn’t until a well timed movement of hips that had the tip of his cock cleave her, sliding easily through her wet folds that he grew as impatient as she. Need surging through him, he rolled her onto her back.
Her perfectly rounded breasts were fully exposed to him, the skin so flawless with pink rosebuds beckoning him. He pulled one of them between his teeth and pulled, the sting hurting her in the best possible way and her hips jerking reflexively. Finally, finally, his fingers moved through the soft curls on top of her mound, down, spreading the lips of her sex and finding her swollen clit. She groaned in sweet relief.
He stroked her easily at first, his middle finger moving vertically through her, spreading the wetness, making sure every inch of her cunt was slick with her cream. His mouth kept at her breasts, sucking one tight nipple into his mouth, tonguing it, and then moving to the other. Her hips began to move against him and so he switched to circling her clit, small languid circles, until slipping inside, curling to tease her spot. He was leisurely toying with her and it was maddening but oh, so good.
She needed him to want it as badly as she did, she wanted more and didn’t want to wait. She blindly slid her hand down, the back of her knuckles brushing his abs until she found his cock, thick and hard at her side, and wrapped her fist around it. Her warm hand tight around his shaft, she pulled and pushed the velvety skin, stopping only to use her thumb to spread the little bead that had formed at the tip. He moaned around her breast when she did that. He wasn’t the only one who knew how to tease.
She stroked him for as long as he allowed, which wasn’t very long at all. He liked to think of himself as a man with stamina but her nipple in between his teeth, his fingers coated in her juice, her hand on his cock- he wouldn’t last much longer. Spreading her legs, he moved between them.
His intention was to enter her but he glanced down, her dark curls even darker with the wetness of her arousal, and he wanted to taste her. She looked at him, panting, eyes begging, her hands absentmindedly going to her breasts, a comfort from the loss of his mouth. He smiled and kept his eyes on hers and touched her again, just one finger sliding through her slit, finding her swollen pearl and circling as he did before. He watched her face, her dark eyes gleaming under half closed lids, the lips of her plump red mouth parted as shallow breaths escaped her.
“Oh yes, baby, right there,” she breathed.
“Right there?” he said.
She nodded with a, “Mmmm.”
He slid two fingers inside her this time and her eyes rolled back as her hips lifted. A growl resonated from within his chest. Still, he continued just to touch her, watching her writhe on the bed, her milk chocolate colored hair fanned out against the white pillow, both hands on her breasts, squeezing and pulling. He couldn’t help but use his other hand to stroke himself for a moment before he moved to kiss the inside of her left thigh.
The scent of her was alluring, still he took his time, licking the juncture where her hip met her leg, tracing his tongue down that line and then using of both his hands to spread her wide for him, her pussy pink and glistening for him. He ran his tongue up the length of her and flicked her clit.
Her back bowed off the bed, her cries loud now as he feasted. Her right hand left her right breast and she tightened her fingers in his hair. When she lifted to press herself against his face he moaned and the vibration was felt throughout her entire body. Her toes started to curl, she felt it building up inside her, the little ball of magic in her belly seconds away from flaring, and then she was pushed over the edge when he slid two fingers inside of her, his tongue still lapping at her clit.
She flooded his mouth with her juice, her cunt pulsing over and over while he relentlessly kept at it. Her head thrashed, her legs shook, and she screamed his name.
Her legs finally went slack and he kissed her thigh once again before moving up her body. While she was still trembling with aftershocks, he gripped his cock in his hand and placed it right at her entrance and then pushed inside. Her muscles were still spasming from the orgasm and he felt her weakly squeezing him as he began to move.
He kept his thrusts slow and shallow at first. His body hovered above hers, his hands beside her head, arms bracing himself, until she returned from wherever her orgasm sent her and pulled him down on top of her. Her arms wrapped around him and she held him tightly while her mouth opened and she tasted herself on his tongue. He loved that she was turned on by that.
By bringing her legs up she forced his thrusts deeper and she goaded him by tightening her hands on his ass. Kneading and squeezing, she pulled him to her, faster.
“More, baby,” she whispered into his ear. “Fuck me.”
Spurred on by her dirty words, he rose up onto his knees and lifted her left foot to his shoulder. His hips moved steadily and his thrusts became more forceful as he gripped her thigh to his chest and fucked her like she asked.
They were both moaning loudly now, the air punctuated by her feminine ohs and his deep ahs each time his cock slid all the way inside of her. She lifted her hips from the bed to meet his thrusts and just as he was about to come he slid his hand between her bottom and the sheets of the bed and pulled her to him firmly. One last thrust and he froze, roaring as he orgasmed, every muscle in his body tight as he pulsed inside of her. Grinding her body against his, she came a second time, her pussy tightening and releasing around him, milking his cock.
Sweaty and sated, he kissed her leg before gently lowering it and collapsing on top of her. She caressed his back, rubbed his damp scalp while they both struggled to catch their breath. The room grew lighter as more of the sun showed itself through the hotel room curtains, warming the air, but only slightly. She pulled the downy blankets back around them and he rolled to her side, allowing her to settle in the nook of his arm. Their eyes closed as she played with the hair on his chest and he let his fingers dance up and down her back until he was snoring quietly again. She wondered what surprises he had lined up for her for their Valentine’s Day. Even though they’d be saying goodbye in just under twelve hours, returning to their normal lives, she’d let him rest. There was no hurry.
P.S. Make sure you check out Ella Dawson’s blog tomorrow for more Valentine’s Day shenanigans and chances to enter!
