Ruth glanced at the keys in front of her. One thing about these Apple laptops was how easy they were to see with the keyboard lighting up on her lap. The screen was the familiar post site for her blog, Zephyr Writes. A slight shift against the two pillows behind her followed before she allowed her fingers to fly. I'd never really looked at how smooth a cock tip was until that moment. Sure, I've had plenty of cocks to play with, but never thought to study one. With its bulbous head and veiny shaft that both now glistened from the saliva of my initial tonguing of it, it was fascinating. Hugh stirred beside her, pulling covers and causing the laptop to shift. A rough snore proved he was not awake during this redistribution of his body on the [Read more...]
When the X-Files debuted in the fall of 1993, I was living with my aunt and uncle in Calgary. The first episode I watched with my aunt. We both enjoyed the first episode, watching Mulder and Skully having evidence given to them and then ripped from their possession in an "accidental" motor inn fire. My aunt is staunch Catholic, by the way. So was I, at the time. This, however, is not about my evolution to radical atheism...although, this series has an odd place in that back story that I'm not entirely sure how to describe. Regardless, that is a discussion for another time. The X-Files, early on, had a charm that I equate to the original Star Wars trilogy...it was rough and rugged. It wasn't clean-cut and sparkling in its [Read more...]
Ruth glanced up from her computer. As usual, she was in the office early and the sun was yet to even peek its first light over the morning horizon of skyscrapers. It always sounded more romantic when she thought of it that way. Worked much better when writing it in her blog so it would sound more sensual. It was, however, Monday morning. There was never anything romantic, nor sensual about being at the office on Monday morning. This past weekend, Hugh and the kids were all home which left her doing domestic duties from driving to hockey practice to having dinner with Hugh's parents. Yawn.All weekend long as Ruth filled her vanilla role with vanilla activities, thoughts of what Zephyr would do mixed into her imagination and [Read more...]
Author's note: Meet Jasper. As something of a teaser today, I thought I would put Jasper's first story here before she joins the characters in the upcoming release of Darwin's Sword - Savannah Book Two which should be out mid-November if I keep on schedule. That said, at the pace I am currently writing Darwin's Sword, book 3 and book 4 may all be ahead of schedule. This little snip of the story happens after the events of Just Prey (Book 1) and before Darwin's Sword. So, allow me to set the scene... The breeze added a chill to the already cool crisp air as it blew the long green grass nearly flat. As though adding insult, snow began to fall from clouds above. This isn't even winter, Jasper thought as the first flakes fell past her [Read more...]
The Mrs and I have been trying something a bit different, lately...trying something new. Encouraging her to get out more, so we signed her up for a solo account for one of the swinging sites that we frequent. In her bio, which I assisted in crafting, we wrote the following: ...this account is monitored by Mr. Stranded. First observation is the fascinating number who simply glance over this line with one of the most common questions early on being, "Are you single?". As promised, the account is monitored to clear out messages that do not appeal, do not make sense and mostly ones by authors that did not bother reading her profile. This last bit is easily found with a non-lifestyle question at the end of her profile that proves whether [Read more...]
Ruth felt she should be writing. She should be sitting at the home keyboard and writing up a storm of sexy stories or thoughts... ...writing about sex she wasn't having. Hugh was still in Dublin for another two days, not that they had much sex when he was home. As well, the boys were still at hockey camp, which left her time to herself to think. Perhaps too much time. Likely why she found herself stepping through the front door of Marcel's Castle. The castle was a hundred-plus-year-old mansion built in the city's downtown east section. Looking at it from the street would cause any horror film director to cream their pants with possibilities. Marcel's, however, was a lifestyle spa set inside it. This was not a place she [Read more...]
So I cheated and released this cover already on Twitter and Facebook... Not sure that you folks quite realize how hard it is to find a proper cover for humorous erotica. This one worked as I cannot decide if hers is a look of lust, disgust, or both?!? Regardless, the countdown has begun to the first round of the erotic heavyweight bout of the world...and my long time readers may remember these two. With how much fun I had writing these two, they had to come back...
Ruth looked at the keys in front of her. She had always wanted to write but had never actually sat down to do it. Life was always on the run, it seemed, as she ran from one event to another for the kids. Then, the rest of her time was spent on Hugh's arm as eye candy at work functions, distracting the competition with her batting eyelashes so he could sign better deals. The cursor on the writing screen blinked and mocked her with its lazy delay. It had been rare that the cursor had been called on to produce anything further than this. This weekend, however, was different. All three boys were at hockey camp for and Hugh was on a week-long business trip to Dublin. Her time was all for me and hers to enjoy. She was ready to torture [Read more...]