Festive Galveston Bay

Author’s note:  I was at Kemah Boardwalk as part of a work trip in the summer of 2008.  We went there for dinner and the evening after touring a couple of oil refineries.  If you ever get to Houston, it is a place I would highly recommend…especially the Saltgrass Steak House…fyi, I’ve no idea if it is open Christmas day, so just …

Brat on a Wire

Press play… “You’ll do.”  Todd circled Apple, inspecting her with his blazing blue eyes. Apple stood still, awaiting official approval.  Her royal blue skirt hung to just above her knees and the matching blouse offered bare shoulders and cleavage.  Even her four-inch stilettos and hoop earrings matched.  Her red hair was clasped in a pony tail that was slung over …

What I Want

Press play… What the hell do I want? …and though she will fuck up your life…you want her just the same…but now I know… Lottery winnings?  No…always hear the people about the problems that come with winning the millions and so many saying something to the effect of being willing to try those problems out…sure I could use a little, …

Frozen Moustache

Author’s note:  This “Wicked Wednesday” piece has a bit of a “Movember” theme to it.  I have had a moustache and goatee for the last fifteen years…more recently, I have gone to a full beard…as such, living in Canada I do know a thing or two about frozen moustaches.  Second point, lately I have added music to these posts…but for …

Lost Control

Roxie smiled feeling his hard length inside her. Her hands rested on his chest as her red hair swayed with their pace. To her surprise, Peter’s hands found her hips and squeezed. “I need to make you cum.”  Her nails dragged along his chest leaving scratch trails in their wake. “You already have,” he said in half-whine, half-gasp. “You have …

Boom

“Please,” Peter said holding the door open for the petite blonde. “What?  You don’t think I can open the fucking door for myself?”  She shoved past him and through.  “Chauvinist pig!” “Sorry.”  His free hand pushed his black rimmed glasses up on his nose as he looked at the door to figure if the blonde was referring to it or him. …

Above Water

Author’s note:  I would like to credit my friend, Penelope Jones, for writing Talon’s descriptive dialogue in this story.  Find her writing here Talon sipped red wine as the bubbles lapped at her shoulders. Her eyes oozed mischievousness as they watched her partner in the tub. “The foreplay was over and my pussy was wet. I ached for his ferocious fuck stick.” Joe sipped …

Talon’s Educational Relaxation

Author’s note:  Talon’s descriptive dialogue was kindly written by a friend who has asked to remain anonymous. “First,” she said, “you have to relax.” Luke grinned.  “I am relaxed.”  The cafeteria light gave a shine to his recently buzz cut head and beard…brown hair, for the little there was of it. “Not you, silly.”  Talon smacked his shoulder and smiled …