The Neighborly Thing To Do...

I love that house. She thought to herself, jerking on the leash a little as her dog stopped to sniff at yet another tree.

She walked past this house every day, twice a day in fact, and mesmerized by every detail, fell in love a little bit more each time.

The garage door was open today, she could hear a voice.

A very masculine voice.

And as she neared close enough to take in a sidelong view of Mr. Deep Voice, a little black rocket shot out of the open garage and barked a rapid tattoo of insults at her own much larger dog.

The little rat looking animal danced around her feet, yapping and snapping at her heels.

It wasn't long though before Mr. Deep Voice himself came rushing out of the garage, holding a phone in one hand and a leash in the other.

"Oh, God, I am so sorry," he said, slipping his phone in his pocket and snatching the little dog off the ground.

Jerking on the leash to get her own monster back under control, she pushed a lock of hair that had escaped from her ponytail behind one ear, a smile blooming across her face as they locked eyes.

Not only did he have a beautiful home, but he also had a very attractive face as well.


He was all angles, with thick brown hair and eyes that were more yellow than brown, the color of a good whiskey on the rocks.

She gulped, hoping he didn't notice.

With the small dog still yapping but cradled now in one strong arm, he held out his free hand to her.

Switching the leash over to her left hand, she gripped his hand firmly and shook it.

"Hi, I'm Jake. Sorry about Satan here," he laughed, giving the dog the slightest of shakes as it continued to growl. "I haven't seen you around here before, are you new to the neighborhood?"

His hands were soft but for a couple of calluses, and his grip was firm. The smile on his face sincere, if not totally sexy.

She could do little more than nod in the direction of her apartment building right down the street.

"Just moved in a couple of months ago," she managed, freeing her hand from his grasp and using it to absently pat her companion on the head, as he sat panting and looking up at her.

"Beautiful dog," Jake commented, indicating the large mixed breed heeling next to her.

"Thank you, this is Brownie."

The large brown shepherd looking dog looked from one to the other, tongue lolling about as he realized he was being talked about.

Jake laughed, the sound of that laughter warming her up inside. First his eyes, then his laughter, Jake was just one big glass of liquid warmth wasn't he? And simply looking at him was giving her all sorts of courage she'd never known she possessed.

"I love your house," she heard herself saying before she even knew the words had formed in her head.

Jake turned for a second, admiring the two-story cabin-like structure, "Yeah, it's alright." He replied.

"No really, that little bay window, the wood look, it's great."

One dark eyebrow cocked upward, his body still half turned, he gave her a devilish smile. "Would you like a tour?" He suggested.

Before she could comprehend what he'd even said, she found herself walking towards the house with him. He opened a gate off the side of the house, and setting the little satanic dog on the ground, indicated that she should leave Brownie outside as well, he opened the back door and guided her inside with a firm hand on her elbow, lest she change her mind.

Once inside, Jake gave her a quick tour of the house that was  as lovely on the inside as it was on the outside.

She wondered if Jake looked as good naked as he did clothed. Then with a shake of her head, she thumbed herself mentally for that one.

Peering around the more than adequately appointed chef's kitchen, she almost wasn't sure she had heard him correctly when he finally spoke up again.

"Would you like some sex?"

"I'm sorry what?" She asked in astonishment, her jaw nearly dropping.

"I said, would you like something to drink?"

Her eyes a bit cross, and her brow furrowed, she shook her head, then smiled, laughing at herself, which only seemed to confuse Jake.

"Sorry... I just, I thought you said..."

"I did." He interrupted before she could finish.

"You did what? Propositioned me for sex?"

He nodded, a cocky ass grin spreading the width of his face. "Is that a problem?"

"I don't even know you!" She gasped, not sure if she should be appalled or turned on at this point. Of course, it was clearly the latter that she was feeling, her loins gripped in anticipation.

Jake took a step towards her, taking a loose strand of hair and twirling it around his fingers. "You're right, you don't know me." He crooned, his voice deep and low. "But you'd like to."

She would have huffed indignantly if she could have, but at the moment, she could do little more than swallow as her mouth began to water. As her eyes were captivated by the warming of his amber colored irises.

With a light tug on her hair, he pulled her closer, his hands reaching out to cup her face as their bodies nearly came up against each other, heat radiating off him in waves.

"I don't know you," she whispered with a lot less conviction.

Jake merely smiled at her before he lowered his face to hers and let their lips touch in the briefest of kisses.

It was feather light, but the force of it, the strength of it shocked her system completely. She leaned into him, her breasts pressing into his hard chest, her mouth seeking his in a move of complete surrender.

Jake needed no further prompting, he lifted her into his arms, placing her bottom on the top of the granite countertop and fisting his hand into her hair, he yanked her head back so that he could plunder the long smooth column of her throat.

His lips were hot, and his hands were rough as he fought to get her out of her clothes.

Jake's mouth seared her, branded her, claimed every available inch of her neck. She moaned, as much in pleasure as in pain while his grip on her hair remained firm.

Moving swiftly down her body, he finally released his hold on her so that he could maneuver her back against the cold hard granite and explore her body further.

He lapped and laved at her puckered nipples, he dipped his tongue in her navel, and he teased and tasted the sweet flavor of her womanhood.

As she arched and moved against his mouth, her body slick with sweat, with need, he pulled her closer to the edge of the counter, he examined the core of her, his fingers delving into the depths of her hot wet desire as he stroked and stoked the flames within.

She exploded in a rush of heat, a blast of firey intensity. Her orgasm a powerful flare-up that nearly singed him in the process.

And as quickly as the orgasm ebbed, he began to build it back up, flicking at the sensitive nub that pulsated and throbbed.

Climbing on top of the counter himself, Jake flipped her over, positioning her on her hands and knees in front of him, his hands digging into her hips as he thrust himself into her in one quick motion.

Intertwining his fingers into her already mussed up hair, he pulled her head back towards him again and rode her hard.



He pushed himself into her body over and over, each powerful thrust sending her breasts into a fast rocking motion.

Groaning low and loud, he reached out and grabbed one breast, kneading her taut nipple between his thumb and forefinger for several moments before doing the same to the other.

She moaned, the differing sensations evoking a strong pleasurable buzz of electricity to pulse through her body, as his thrusting rapidly increased.

He pitched himself into her, diving as deep as their bodies would allow. Forcing her to accommodate his thick length, and nearly coming undone with each new undulation of his hard body into hers.

 It was she however who broke first.

With her breasts flattened against the hard granite, her ass in the air while he banged their bodies together, his hands gripping and digging into the soft flesh of her buttocks, she came, fast and hard.

Everything had been fast and hard with Jake.

She erupted like Mount Vesuvius. Hot wet spasms of liquid making her body slick and easy for him as he continued to plunder her booty like a pirate.

Nearing a treasure greater than gold, he pitched forward, leaning over her body as he came. As he dumped his seed into her, emptying himself so completely.

Jake slapped her on the ass, leaving her lying on top of his counter as he made his way into the bathroom to grab a towel.

Using the towel a moment later to gently clean her off, he handed her the clothes that had been discarded in their haste and poured a glass of cold water from the fridge as she commenced getting dressed.

"Thank you," she said bashfully, taking the water and putting the cup to her lips.

Jake just smiled. "I'm so glad you like my house," he finally said, pulling on his jeans as he shot her another of those grins of his. "Feel free to come back anytime."

All Tied up...

"I don't know about this," she said, worrying her lower lip as she looked around the room.

"Oh come on, it'll be fun,"

"Will it hurt?"

A wicked smile spread across his already too handsome face, "Only if you want it to."

Am I doing this? She asked herself, nervously looking from the bed to him, where he stood at the end of it, a pair of handcuffs dangling from his fingertips.

"So?" He urged gently.

She smiled shyly, nodding, then turning around when he indicated she do so with his finger, that feral gleam still sparking in his eyes.

He slipped the cuffs around her wrists, clamping them tight and being rewarded with a nervous jerk for his efforts, a low chuckle rumbling deep in his throat as he turned her around, placing his hands on her shoulders and gently pushing her onto her knees.


She stared up at him with her large doe colored eyes, gulping visibly.

Stepping towards her, he rubbed the bulge in his pants against the side of her face, thumbing the snap of his jeans loose.

"I want you to unzip it," he said in a low commanding voice.

"H-how?" She stammered.

"Your mouth."

With a little effort and a lot of courage, she leaned forward, gripping the fly of his pants in her teeth and tugging it downward.

He quickly slid his jeans and boxers off, his manhood jutting forward as it was freed from all barriers.

"Now lick it."

He braced one hand on her shoulder as she leaned in again, and threaded the fingers of his other hand through her hair, gripping it to the point of being uncomfortable, but not enough to cause her to scream out in pain.

Hesitantly at first, she flicked her tongue out, briefly touching the bulbous head of his engorged member.

And as a strangled groan of pleasure sounded from within him, she became more fluid in her movements, more comfortable with the contours she traced along his body with her tongue.

Laving at the sensitive tip of his desire, before taking the initiative to engulf him wholly.

A spasm of pleasure jerked his body as the heat of her mouth surrounded him, while she pleasured him past the peak of arousal and drove him closer to the edge of insanity.

Pulling back, he forced her onto her feet, using quick deft movements to rip her blouse from her body and exposed the creamy white globes of her breasts. Taking in the sight of her as he relieved her of her bra, he sampled her nipples, digging his fingers into her scalp as he yanked her head back for better leverage, her ample breasts thrusting out.

Having paid the uppermost part of her body some thorough attention, he maneuvered her towards the bed, sitting on the mattress, he guided her until she was between his legs with her back to him.

Then with slow sure hands, he slid his fingers up her thighs and under her skirt, pulling her lacy
underthings off with tantalizing ease.

Her skirt still up around her waist, he bent her forward, enjoying the view as her soft womanly folds parted before him.

With skilled fingers, he played her like a pianist. Exploring the depths of her body with broad strokes and a fast tempo.

Tilting his chest forward, his hands grasping both sides of her buttocks and pulling her towards him, his mouth sought her out. His tongue slipped into her body, meting out a most pleasurable punishment as he invaded every inch of her.

Her body bucked when she fought against her restraints, as she begged and pleaded for release.

Whether that was a release from her shackles or the kind that his mouth continued to promise, he didn't care. She moaned and purred his name as she became lost in the throes of rapture.

And just when he was sure she was nearing the brink of delirium, he stopped, digging his fingers into her hips and yanking her down on top of him.

Impaling her in one deft move. Forcing her body to accept all of him, filling her sheath to the hilt.

She screamed his name, arching into him as he began to move inside her, guiding her up and down the length of his shaft.

With rapid thrusts, he pushed her swiftly to the edge of Rhapsody.

Her body abuzz with a million little electrical impulses firing all at once, she was swept away by the intoxicating sensations he provoked, the dam bursting as her climax rushed forth and overpowered her.

Clasping her ass in a smacking grab, he pushed her further, drove her higher as he fought his own tidal wave of release.

With his head thrown back in a primal growl, he was exhilarated by the euphoria of the orgasm that subdued him. He emptied himself into her, onto her, using her shamelessly.

Lifting her from his lap, he quietly keyed the lock of her restraints and gave her a devilish wink on his way to the shower.

Clearly ready for round two...

Lady with the Red Dress on...

"Same time next week?"

He nodded and smiled, not really paying attention but hoping the client didn't notice. He hated these meetings.

Shaking the client's hand as enthusiastically as he could, he absently stirred the ice in his drink and watched the frumpy old man exit the bar.

God, he hated entertaining clients.

And just as he was about to check out the TV stationed above his head and catch the latest scores, a blur of red caught his attention back at the doorway.

He nearly gave himself whiplash when he did a double take, for surely his eyes were deceiving him. Nobody could look that good in red.

The fabric of the dress fit like a second skin, highlighting her every curve, with a long slit right up the side.

While he couldn't fathom what she could possibly be doing in a place like this, dressed to kill like she was, his mood suddenly perked up.

He unconsciously straightened his shoulders and watched her progress as she chose a high top across from where he sat at the bar.

Forcing himself to look away, he ordered another drink and tried to focus on the baseball game playing on one of several big screened TVs.

He couldn't do it though, he found himself looking over the rim of his glass at the lady with the red dress on.

She slid onto her chair, the slit in her dress falling to the side as she crossed her legs

Mouthwatering, he watched the way her sleek legs slipped over one another, his eyes traveling the length of those long, glorious appendages as he skimmed the rest of her body.

From the way her dress hugged her waist, to her ample cleavage all but threatening to spill over the top of the gown, surely it was enough to give any many a heart attack.


And when he dared look north of those voluptuous, and creamy globes, it was then that their eyes clashed. Like a lightning bolt, a shock of electricity shot through his body.

She was looking at him!

He quickly turned around, expecting to see some studly bodybuilder behind him, but noticing no one other than a family seated in a booth to his right, he turned back to look at her again.

Sure enough, she was still looking in his direction, and this time, when their gazes collided, his heart nearly tripped a beat. One side of her full red lips turned up at the corner in a half smirk as her brows rose and fell slowly.

Looking away again quickly, he gulped.

But before he could muster the courage to do much more than look in her general direction again, his view was blocked by one of the waitstaff.

The young man stood there for what seemed like the longest minute of his life, probably flirting with her as he took her order, before turning and walking over to the bar.

She was looking down at her menu now. Damn.


And just like that, as if she knew he was watching her, she looked up again.

The waiter, damn him, came back within seconds, sufficiently blocking his view once more while he stood there, shooting the shit with her for several minutes.

He could hear her low throaty laugh from across the bar.

There was a rich smoky quality to it, just the sound of it sent shockwaves of electricity popping throughout his nervous system.

Who was this woman?

When the waiter was finally forced to pry himself away from her to attend to other customers, she was no longer looking in his direction, but instead scanning the restaurant, drink in hand as she toyed absently with the straw.


Plucking a strawberry from the side of her glass, he stared, open-mouthed, as she put the tip of the ripe, juicy fruit to her lips.

She slid the tender fruit in a circle over her full mouth before sliding it between her equally red lips and nipping a small chunk off of it.


Either she had no idea how incredibly sexy and erotic, an image she was presenting just then, or she didn't give a damn who watched. Because she continued to tempt and tease him with that single piece of fruit. Sliding it in and out of her mouth, sucking on it for several long torturous seconds before finally popping it into her mouth and eating it.

It wasn't until minutes later, as she was licking the last of the juice from her fingers that her gaze met his again. And he'd swear, by the feral gleam in those big smoky eyes that she'd known what she was doing all along.

That perhaps she'd been toying with him this whole time.

But why?

Why him? Why not the young, and clearly good-looking waiter? Why not one of several other men currently sitting at the bar?

Not that he considered himself ugly by any means, but surely there were better-looking men than him, or at least, men closer to being in the same league as she was in.

Not that it mattered, because even as he contemplated doing something, anything, about the way she was basically mind fucking him right now, she laid a couple of bills on the table, downed the rest of her drink, and walked towards the exit.

Well hell, he thought to himself. Thoroughly disappointed in both the fact that she was leaving and the fact that his legs didn't yet feel strong enough to support him after the little show she'd put on.

And watching the way the red fabric clung to her backside, the gentle sway of her hips as she maneuvered through the bar, he was forced to swallow the bitter taste of his cowardice at not going over to at the very least, talk to her.

Draining the rest of his own glass, he signaled the bartender to bring him his check, paid his tab, and headed for the restroom.

Might as well head out himself at this rate. No point in sticking around. The chances of another woman of that quality coming into a dump like this were slim to none.

But as he rounded the corner to the restrooms, he noticed the sign on the men's room door.

Just swell.

With limited options, and going home with a full bladder not one of them, he opted for the family restroom instead, flipping the light on and closing the door behind him.

As much as it probably would have amused him, he didn't think the restaurant staff or the ladies for that matter would enjoy having a man in the women's bathroom.

Laughing to himself at the image of a woman screaming as he walked out of one of the stalls and started washing his hands, he hardly noticed when the door opened behind him.

But as a whoosh of cool air blew past him, he quickly shook himself and shoved it back in his pants, at least he'd been able to finish!

Annoyed, he turned around to give whoever it was a piece of his mind, even if he had forgotten to lock the door.

"Hey, someone's...."

The words, however, died a quick death upon his lips as he came face to face with the lady in the red dress.

He gulped audibly.

She stood just in the doorway, watching him as he stared at her while trying his best to regain what little composure he'd started with.

He wasn't sure what he should be doing in a situation like this. Should he apologize? No, wait, she walked in on him!

A thousand and one thoughts crowded his mind at once, torn between excusing himself and suggesting something so vile and inappropriate that she was sure to slap him, he could do little more than what he was currently doing.

Standing and staring.

Before he could sort through the jumble of thoughts and images though, and come up with a coherent sentence, she reached behind herself, locked the door and started walking towards him.



Instinctively, he backed up, stopping when he came up against the wall.

Without a word, she reached out to him, running her hands along his arms, down his waist and landing on the snap of his jeans, where she quickly went to work.


"Wha wha what are you doing?" He stammered, his pulse beginning to race.

Lowering herself to her knees in front of him now though, she placed a finger to her lips and signaled for him to be quiet.

Was this really happening? He thought to himself as she slid down the length of his body, dragging his jeans down around his ankles and reaching into his boxers.

And all the while, as she continued to undress him, she looked up at him, watching him, watch her.

A mischievous little glimmer lit her eyes as she gripped him firmly in her hands, he jerked slightly at the contact.

She handled him, stroked him, nibbling on her lower lip and moaning as she fondled him to a quick arousal.

She licked her lips, then leaning forward, she took him fully into her mouth, her tongue circling the head of his shaft and flicking it with hard rough strokes.

He braced himself against the wall, his hands automatically going to her head, his fingers lacing in her thick silky hair.

And she moaned louder, the sound deep in her throat, the thrum of the vibration going straight through his body as she continued to suck and lave at his manhood.

Breathing hard, his chest heaving, she brought him to the peak of combustion before pulling away, laughing as she licked her plump lips, and wiped at the moisture around them.

"What's your name?" She asked, turning and reaching behind her for her discarded purse.

It took him a minute to calm himself, to fully comprehend that she'd just spoken, let alone what she'd said.

"Isn't it a little late for that now?" He finally managed.

She chuckled, sparing him a glance over her shoulder as she fished through her purse.

And just as he was about to start righting his clothes, she stood up, shaking her head at him. "Uh-uh, I'm not done with you yet."

"You're not?" He asked in disbelief, cocking an eyebrow and taking the time to straighten his glasses.

"What's your name,?" she repeated, chewing on her lower lip with her head tilted to the side.

"Jason, why?"

The smile she gave him was nearly as potent as her oral subjugation had been.

"I just wanted to know who's name I'd be screaming in a few minutes." She replied, shoving a small square wrapper into his hands. "Here, help me out with this will you?"


She didn't wait for a response, however, turning away from him as she pulled her hair into a ponytail and slid her hands under her dress to remove a scrap of lace he supposed passed for a g-string.

When she turned back to find him doing little else besides gaping at her, she began to laugh in earnest. Walking up to him and running a finger along his mouth.

"I love your lips, Jason. I want you to put them on me. Now."

He gulped again, fumbling now with the condom wrapper as her hands trailed lower, down his chest, and along his abdomen until she was once again gripping him firmly in her hands, stroking him into another frenzy.

How he managed to finally get the damned condom on with her hands ravaging his body was beyond him, but before he realized what he was doing, they'd switched places, with her against the wall, and those lips of his that she just loved, frantically devouring her.

Just the taste of her was like an aphrodisiac, his senses spiraling crazily out of control as he endured one narcotic like kiss after another.

His lips sought her neck, her ears, the tops of her breasts, and chest heaving, her fingers digging into his scalp and twisting in his thick brown hair, she moaned, practically purring as he continued to explore her body.

With one hand still in his hair, she yanked his mouth back up to hers, thrusting her tongue inside and willing him to put up a fight, to battle her for control. With the other hand, she managed to pull him closer, to jump and wrap herself around him, her legs clutching and clamping around his waist.

Gripping her buttocks for leverage, he gave her what she wanted, with one deft movement, he thrust himself into her, sheathed himself with her body to the hilt.

She gasped his name, burying her face in his neck and nipping at his shoulder in an attempt to stifle the moans that grew louder with each shove of his body into hers.

With all the strength and control he could muster, he carried her over to the sink, bracing her on top of it to get better leverage, to force himself further inside her tight little body.

With her dress up around her waist, his pants around his ankles and their flesh joined so completely, they began to quicken their paces, the crescendo of pleasure building, nearing the plateau as they climbed higher together.

He couldn't think as he pounded himself into her, as she moaned, and true to her word, screamed his name over and over, commanding him to go faster, harder, deeper. Begging him to make her come.

He should have cared about whether or not anyone could hear him, but with her lips on his neck, her breath a feather-light caress against his heated skin, and her nails clawing into his back, all Jason could do, was hold on and enjoy the ride.

She threw her head back then, panting and groaning in pure ecstasy as her legs tightened around him, as her muscles constricted in the orgasm that finally overtook her. Shook her to her very core, the world fading and then crashing all around her.

And as her body pulsed and convulsed to the rhythm of his pounding heart, a million colors exploded like fireworks in his head, swimming before his eyelids when his own release consumed him, took him under and drowned him in wave after wave of insurmountable pleasure, spilling himself into her.

She sat there for a moment afterward, her back against the mirror as she caught hold of her breathing and watched him pull himself together.

A wicked smile graced those cherry red lips, nearly swollen from his onslaught.

Scooting down from the counter, she snatched her panties from the floor and shoved them into her purse. 

With a light pat to his cheek, her fingers lingering and trailing down his chest, she gave him one last smile and headed for the still locked door, opening it and blowing him a quick kiss before disappearing from view.

This was my first *inspired* fantasy blog, and I'm so thankful that they were willing to open up to me and share one of their most intimate desires with me! Takes a certain amount of guts for sure!

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Breaking the Law...

She saw the lights in her rearview mirror.

Great. Just great. She thought to herself, turning off the highway to a little-used service road, and cutting the engine.

Reaching for her glovebox, to extract the necessary paperwork, she stopped and smiled a wicked and knowing smile, when she caught sight of the officer in her rearview mirror.

So he wanted to play games, did he?

"I'll need you to step out of the vehicle ma'am." He said as he approached her window.

"But officer," she retorted with a smirk. "Whatever is the problem?"

"Please step out of the vehicle ma'am," he reiterated, adjusting his aviators despite the fading late afternoon sun.

She did as he requested, smoothing the wrinkles out of her mini skirt, and giving the officer a good once over. His hair was slightly rumpled, his uniform well filled out by that streamline body of his, and his full lips compressed into a tight line as he tried to maintain his composure.

He quickly wrapped one hand around her wrist and took a step towards the front of her car. "I'll need you to put both hands in front of you on the hood," he remarked, basically dragging her behind him now.

"What's this all about Officer?" She mocked sweetly, doing as he asked and spreading her legs wide in front of her as her heels dug into the soft ground.

He adjusted his trooper's hat, and pulled at his utility belt before stepping forward and standing between her outstretched legs. Without a word, he reached around her, frisking her lightly by patting down her sides. She heard him gulp audibly, and laughed.

His hands came back up to her shoulders, where he ran the tips of his fingers around her neck before reaching in front of her and kneading her breasts. She moaned as the contact became more delicious, as the sensation of his hard calloused fingers and the heat of his palm could be felt underneath the contrasting silk of her lacy bra and skimpy little tank top.

As he stepped closer, his lips finding the nape of her neck, she leaned into him and could feel the hard length of his groin pressing into her bottom. She began slow circles against his pelvis as he pulled her futher against him, nipping and licking at her neck and throat.

Pushing her all the way up against the hood of her car, one hand still fondling her breasts, the other traveled lower, reaching beneath the waistband of her skirt and dipping into the heat of her body. She hadn't bothered to wear any underwear, and the nakedness he found further fueled his unchecked desire for her.

He quickly turned her around, nearly giving her whiplash as he slid her on top of her hood and continued to ravish her neck, his mouth sieging hers after a time and prompting her to respond. The kiss was fevered, and out of control. His lips were bruising, his tongue was urgent, she fisted one hand in his hair, the other reaching between them to stroke him through his slacks.

He groaned as her head fell back, taking full advantage of the exposed column of her neck. He nibbled on the line of her collarbone, he licked and sucked at her ears. And then he buried his face in her cleavage, his tongue laving at the sensitive flesh of her bosom.

When he thought he couldn't possibly stand another minute of the torture she was dishing out, he slid his hands under her ass, coaxing a surprised yelp from her as he hefted her into his arms and carried her over to his cruiser where he laid her on the hard plastic of his back seat, quickly disposing of his utility belt and throwing it around the open drivers side door into the front seat.

She laughed, her arms braced behind her as she watched officer Goodbody toss his hat and glasses to the ground as well. And when their eyes met, when she caught the feral look that glimmered in the fading light, she gasped, reaching out for him and popping a few of his buttons loose so that she could reach into his shirt and touch the tight muscles concealed within.

He groaned as her nails raked down his heated flesh, allowing her a minute to revel in the feel of his well-toned body before knocking her hands aside and kneeling on the ground before her. After nudging her back against the cold plastic seat of his cruiser, he pushed her skirt up around her waist and took her fully into his mouth.

Completely lost in the instant and overwhelming response of her body, she arched her back and gave herself over to the sensations his mouth evoked.

He flicked his tongue, teasing and taunting, tracing circles around the bud of her desire, delving into the heat of her core and tasting the sweetness of her nectar.

And she moaned, bucked and rotated her hips in her quest for release.

As she came, her moans long and low in her throat, he raised himself over her, fumbling with his belt buckle momentarily before managing to get his pants down around his ankles and force himself in one quick thrust into her tight and pulsing body.

Her legs wrapped around him, her fingers dug into his back, as she grasped at his shirt. And she rode the building momentum.

He was a flurry of movements, quick shallow thrusts, followed in intervals by deep slow penetration. His mouth was all over her upper body, devouring her breasts as they spilled over the top of her shirt, licking, sucking, kissing every inch of skin his mouth could find.

His hands wrapped around her waist, he plunged into her, further, faster, harder, deeper. And when her body crested the next peak, when her sheath tightened around him, milked him, he threw his head back and buried himself into her on a low moan as he found his own release, and he emptied his seed into her taut body, collapsing on top of her afterward.

Braced on his elbows, looking down into her sated and smiling face, he chuckled, pushing a lock of hair out of her eyes.

"Am I going to be getting a ticket, Officer?" She teased, running her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair.

He kissed the side of her neck, nuzzled her even. "Sorry, I just couldn't wait."

"Next time," she laughed, moving her shoulders against the uncomfortable seat of his squad car "Let's do this my car."



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All in a days work...

It's All in a Days Work....








He noticed her the moment she walked in.

The little bell above the door chimed, and she strode in, a feline smile etched across her face, hips swaying seductively as she strode toward him in those five-inch heels.

Her hemline flirted dangerously high up on her thighs, shifting with each step towards him. Gulping, he looked back down at the papers in front of him. In an attempt to pay attention to his customer, he watched her out of the corner of his eyes.

He could almost make out the curves of her buttocks as she turned and studied a poster on one wall. It was torture.

Somehow he managed to focus on the little old lady in front of him. Amazingly he was able to explain the charges on her latest bill. Watching all the while as the woman across the room taunted him, teased him.

The second his customer got up and left, she turned from the window, one eyebrow cocked as she looked him up and down.

His hair had been finger combed several times over, his dress shirt was rumpled, his tie a little crooked, but all in all, she liked what she saw.

"Hey." He said, trying with great effort to maintain his composure.

She crossed the office, back towards the door. "Hey," she called over her shoulder. "You get a lunch break, right?"

Looking down towards his computer screen at the time, he nodded. "Yeah, I'm due for one. What'd you have in mind?"

With her back to him, she flipped the open sign to closed, then turned and pressed her back against the door.

He just stared at her, half waiting for an answer, and half turned on by what he saw. She toyed with the hem of her skimpy little outfit for a minute, running her fingers along her thigh. He swallowed hard.

Watching as she slipped her hands behind her, he heard the lock of the door engage, and dared to ask when she still hadn't answered, "What did you have in mind?" His voice quivered, he fought to hold on, fumbling with his tie as he attempted to straighten it. Anything to take his mind off of her and what she was doing to him.

With her face angled down, her smile seemed to widen as she took a step towards him.

"Me." She said a little breathlessly, her fingers working the buttons on the front of her dress.

His jaw nearly dropped, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets, delighted, she threw her head back and laughed, and the sound vibrated through him like a bass drum, every nerve ending buzzing as she got closer.

She leaned a hip on one corner of his desk, the full skirt of her dress sliding up to expose the rounded bottom of one cheek, her creamy white thigh on complete display. He swallowed more audibly and stammered, "Wha-wha-what if somebody comes in? My boss could come back anytime now."

Her smile got bigger, brighter, if that was even possible, she batted her lashes, gripped his tie in her hands, fingering it. "What if he does?" She laughed, pulling him closer and nipping at his chin.

She slid down into his lap before he could protest, arching into him, and moaning with pleasure as her pelvis ground into his erection. With her arms wrapped around his neck, she buried her face in his throat, the tickle of his five o'clock shadow causing her to giggle as she nibbled and licked his sensitive skin.

She continued to rub against him, his head lolling back on his chair as she plundered and suckled at his earlobes. His hands began ravaging her body of their own volition, learning each and every curve as she molded herself against him.

"We really... can't... do this... here.. " he panted, more than just a little aroused.

Reaching behind her, she started pushing things off his desk, books and papers crashing to the floor as she slid up on top of the desk, pulling at his tie and urging him on top of her.

"You're absolutely right," she purred. "There's not nearly enough room in that chair for the both of us."

Laughing as he came down on top of her, cradled between her legs, her skirt up around her waist to bare the thin scrap of lace that separated him from her naked flesh, he could feel the heat that radiated from her body. Her scent, sweet and musky filled his senses, his head swam.

"That's not what I meant," he argued, nearly yelping when she reached between them and started stroking him through his slacks.

Her fingers wound around his belt, dispatching the buckle before slipping underneath his waistband and boxers to grip his silkened arousal. She squeezed and released, rubbed and massaged him as he buried himself in her open shirt front, nipping and licking at her exposed breasts.

Sliding his pants off his waist, she pulled him towards her, rubbed him over the lace barrier between her thighs, the moist heat of her heightening his desire for her, and ripping a groan from deep in his throat.

She moaned as she pushed aside her panties and slid the tip of him inside her damp core, rising up, he crushed his mouth to hers, smothering her sounds of pleasure as his tongue circled hers, capturing it and sucking it between his lips.

She continued to toy with him, squeezing her legs against his hips and pulling back every time he tried to thrust into her, placing a hand under her butt, he tried to urge her closer, but she laughed, sliding away from him until she was in a sitting position on the desk, and he standing, his pants around his ankles.

He took advantage of the moment though, of their position, kissing along the column of her throat, kneading her breasts and nipping at them through the lace of her bra, all the while, she continued to stroke him with one hand while she leaned back and braced herself with the other.

"Let's take this to the back room," he growled with his lips still pressed to hers a few moments later, knowing if he didn't have her soon he was going to explode.

Their mouths still desperately devouring each other, he shifted her closer. Pulling her against him, her legs wrapping around his waist, he held onto her bottom and very carefully walked with his legs shackled in his pants to the back of the office, flipping on a hall switch and kicking open the supply room with his foot.

He came down gently on his knees, slid her to the ground, and facing each other, began to slip her dress up her body, kissing the skin he exposed along the way, goosebumps rippling over her. Lifting the dress over her head, he pushed a mass of hair over the side of one shoulder and nibbled at the hollow between her neck and collarbone.

She made a mewling sound deep in her throat as his hands roamed her body, pinching at her breasts through the thin fabric of her bra, molding her slender torso, and flirting with the waistband of her
panties.

Her own fingers made quick work of his shirt, unbuttoning it and pushing it off his shoulders, his tie dangling down his naked chest. She curled her fingers around the silk, yanked his mouth away from where it dined on her flesh and pulled him down on top of her as she laid down on the hard floor.

Gulping in a last breath of air, they nearly suffocated in each other as their lips waged war on the other. As their tongues circled and danced, probed and flicked.

His hands worked deftly to rid her of the last barrier, flinging the scrap of lace towards the lit hallway, before lifting her butt off the floor and pushing himself into her in one hard thrust.

She gasped as the thick length of him filled her, stretched her, her body molding around the intruder as his thrusts began to build in a slow, sure, rhythm. Arching into him, she dug her heels into the floor, grasping for leverage, bringing their bodies closer.

He pushed himself into her, faster, harder, faster, harder. Their bodies slick with sweat as they moved against each other.

She moaned he growled, his face buried in her hair, her neck, he kissed and licked. She nipped at his jaw, her nails dug into his back, and still he pumped faster.

As the crescendo continued to build, her body caught fire, the flames bursting as she gasped for air, her body convulsing, pulsing around him, squeezing him, urging him, until he buried himself to the hilt.

She bit down on her bottom lip as the world exploded around her, in her. Colors erupting behind her eyelids as she melted into him, into the ecstasy, riding the waves of her orgasm through a powerful storm, the electricity buzzing and snapping around them.

With a last thrust, one that sent him deep into the abyss of her body, he came, the squalls crashing down on him, he nearly drowned in her. A release so potent, as to take him deep into the murky waters of pleasure, gasping and sputtering for air.

Collapsing on top of her, he panted, and gulped, his chest heaving with effort.

She stroked her fingernails along his damped back, eliciting a shiver from him as she laughed and reveled in their joining.

After a long moment, he raised himself up onto his elbows, looking down at her and smiling as she attempted to blow a lock of hair from her face.

With a gentle hand, he pushed the tendril out of the way, and kissed her sweetly on the forehead "What's for dessert?" He chuckled.

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A Brush With Fire...

He had the sweetest smile, she thought to herself, driving along the darkened country roads.

She was a little nervous about seeing him again though.

Her first night on the job and in walks one of the most incredible looking men she'd ever seen!

She was a sucker for blue eyes, that's what had really done it.

Those big blue eyes, all dark and mysterious as he looked her over. And then he'd smiled, he'd taken her hand and smiled.

"You're so beautiful." He'd said.

Wow! what a line!

She had to admit though, it worked. Her heart kicked up a notch, her voice felt rough, as she'd nearly choked out a thank you and blushed like some innocent little school girl. He had made her feel anything but innocent though as he'd continued to rake his eyes over her from top to bottom. A wicked little grin playing on that sexy mouth of his. God, he'd made her feel things she hadn't known possible, even if only for that instant.

It was a shame he hadn't asked her for her phone number, and more so that she hadn't worked up the nerve to just give it to him. She'd been too shell-shocked, yeah, that was a good enough excuse.

So what luck that he would stumble across her on social media!

"I was surprised to find out that you know a friend of mine." He said. "But I'm really happy that you do. When can I see you again? Please, tell me I can see you again?"

He wanted to see her again! She'd swear her heart tripped a little when she'd read that message!

So they'd exchanged phone numbers, and they'd talked a few times. He was a firefighter, and he'd invited her to hang out at one of the stations with him one night after she'd gotten off work.

That made her a little nervous, the thought of trying to get to know him while being around a bunch of other firemen. But he'd assured her they'd be alone. There were a couple of stations in the county that weren't manned full time, mostly just used when backup was needed, and his father, who was also a fireman and pretty high up on the ladder, had asked him to clean the place up. He'd needed some time alone to get some work done for class as it was, he was still in the academy, after all, so he'd agreed.

Of course, wouldn't you know it, that just made her even more nervous. They'd be alone? together? She felt a tightening in her loins at the thought of it. The way he'd looked at her the night they'd met. The fierce look in those ocean blue eyes.

Was she crazy? she hardly knew him! She should just turn around right now. She shouldn't be headed out to the middle of nowhere, to what was practically an abandoned building to meet some guy she didn't even really know! And why? because he was good looking? because he'd told her she was beautiful?

He was a smooth talker, that was for sure. Oh, he'd said all the right things, but didn't they all?

Looks like she'd just have to be smart about all this, that's all.

She wouldn't sit back and get steamrolled by Mr. Sex Appeal, surely she could resist his charms?



Well, she was about to find out.


Pulling up to the small station on the outskirts of one of the smaller cities in the county, she took a deep breath.

She could do this.

They were just going to be hanging out.

Nothing else. Just hanging out.



He had some studying to do, so it wasn't even like she was going to be there all that long.

Right?

"I'm here." She texted. Waiting and watching as he walked out of the front door.

She gulped. God, he looked good.

Wearing a white t-shirt that stretched tautly against the broad expanse of his chest, and a pair of jeans that rode low and snug on his lean hips, he looked sinful. Simple and yet exquisite. Jeez, she could practically feel her mouth begin to water.

She slipped from her pick up truck and smoothed the wrinkles out of her blouse, and as his eyes roamed her, as that devilish grin split his lips, she felt suddenly exposed. Unconsciously she looked down at herself.

Yup, still wearing clothes.

Then why was he staring at her as though she were naked?

"You're here!" He exclaimed, taking her hand and pulling it to his mouth. He pressed his lips firmly against the back of her hand, his eyes never leaving hers, his smile widening as heat stole into her cheeks.

She could do no more than nod as he lead her inside and gave her a quick tour of the building. A kitchen, a bathroom, a living area, and a small room in the back that held a couple of bare cots.

When her gaze strayed to one of those cots for just a second too long, he laughed. Low and deep in his throat. The smoky sound of it sending shivers along her spine. He pulled her along behind him, back into the small living area of the station where the low blare of a TV could be heard. And a table was cluttered with books, and papers covered in notes.

So he really was studying after all! see, no reason to be afraid. She told herself, tamping down on the fear and excitement that had simultaneously overcome her.

She took a seat beside him on the small sofa in front of the TV, and picking up the remote, he muted the sound.

"Relax." He chuckled, leaning against the couch and throwing his arms over the back of it. "I'm not going to jump you."

Realizing her back was up and ramrod straight, she slouched a little, smiled at him and tried to do as he'd suggested. "Sorry," she replied nervously. "I guess I'm a little anxious."

He tilted his head to the side. "Oh? Why is that?"

Catching her lower lip between her teeth, she worried it, attempting to avert her gaze from the intensity of his glare. "I don't know." She shrugged, trying to sound confident in her response.

But she did know.

He practically oozed sexuality. Sitting back the way he was, his torso and groin turned towards her, his shirt tight against his well-muscled chest. Her libido was practically screaming at her as the sexual tension continued to rise. The energy around them buzzed and popped, sparking with electricity.

How could she relax? How couldn't she feel anxious around him? Did he really not know how virile he was? Hell, couldn't he feel the current humming all around them?

And then he smiled again. His sensuous lips parting to reveal an even row of gleaming white teeth. Her heart flew up into her throat.

God, but he was beautiful! And hell yeah he could feel the air crackling between them! A man didn't smile like that and not know the effect he had on a woman! She gulped more audibly.

He leaned forward a little, and her heart nearly fell. Was he going to kiss her?

"I uh, I was going to get a shower before you came, but uh, I kinda got caught up in what I was doing." He said, indicating the coursework on the table. "Do you mind if I get that shower real quick?"

Her eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets, she shook her head, her tongue felt thick, no way would she be able to convey a cohesive thought right now.

Standing, he held out a hand to her and chuckled. "Why don't you join me?"

"What?" She gasped open-mouthed.

Which only made him laugh in earnest. "Sorry. I meant, why don't you sit on the toilet and keep me company."

"Oh."

Hesitantly, she took his hand, and he led her into the utilitarian bathroom, leaving her still gaping after him as he kicked off his shoes and walked behind the long curtain of the small shower stall.

She stepped out of the way as he began tossing his clothes over the curtain rod and took a seat on the lid of the toilet as the sound of water arrested her. Oh God, he was completely naked, she thought, looking down at the pile of clothes.

His face peeked out at her from behind the curtain, a white blob of soap covering the top of his head. "So, why don't you tell me a little something about yourself?" He asked as if this were any old normal date and they were sitting across from each other at a table having dinner.

She shook the image of him bared chested and naked, gleaming with drops of water from her head and tried to put together a coherent conversation.

And though he gave the appropriate responses for a time, it wasn't long before he poked his head out again and interrupted her.

"Would you mind giving me a hand and washing my back for me?"

"Excuse me?"

He laughed at her again. Damn it, he needed to stop doing that! Every time she heard that husky laughter of his, she wanted to purr like some lovesick cat being stroked and petted. The sound seemed to wash over her in waves of pleasure in such a way that it was almost unbearable!

"Kinda hard to reach." He went on, as though what he was asking was no big deal. "I use one of those luffa things at home." He lifted a soapy sponge, held it out to her, and shot one of those smiles in her direction that made her blood boil with desire. "Please?" He begged sheepishly. "I promise I'll keep my hands to myself."

If this was his way of seducing her, well, damn it, it was working!

She rose slowly from her perch and took the dripping wet and soap filled sponge from his hands, at least he was decent enough to wrap the shower curtain around his lower body and hide the better half of his nakedness from her.

"And what would you have done if I wasn't here?" She asked, rubbing the sponge along his damp back. The trickle of the shower head rained moisture down on her as she did so, little droplets of water getting caught and shimmering in her hair as she stepped closer.

He had the most amazing body! His back was toned and well muscled, there were freckles faintly sprinkled over his shoulders and arms, his blonde hair darkened from the water, was shaggy and a little long, and her fingers itched to run along his scalp and tangle in it.

She had to swallow her saliva as her mouth began to water again.

He shrugged, rousing her from her impure thoughts. "I don't know, I guess I would've called one of my girlfriends to come over and do it for me." He teased, looking back at her over his shoulder with a wild and uncultivated look in his eyes.

Dropping her mouth with a huff, she smacked him playfully on the shoulder with the sponge, splotches of white soap flying everywhere. The masculine scent of it finally assailing her senses as a glob of it got caught in her hair.

Curtain still in hand, he turned fully around, laughing and using his free hand to smooth the soap from her nearly sopping wet hair.

Getting a look at his bare chest, the smattering of blonde hair on it, the wet and rippling muscles, and the v of his abdomen that dipped below the curtain he still held steadfast in his right hand, she felt sure she'd faint.

And when his fingers curled into her hair, when he held tight, and tugged her forward, she was definitely glad she hadn't lost her balance!

His lips flattened against hers, and for a second, she thought about pulling away, but as he pulled her closer, as he pressed his wet body into hers, all common sense fled her mind.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she leaned into the kiss, no longer caring as the spray of the shower basically drenched her head and arms.

The feel of his body, the strength of his embrace, and the taste of his mouth were enough to send her senses reeling.

With one hand still clinging to the shower curtain, he used the other to reach back and shut off the shower, grabbing the towel hanging on the wall and wrapping it around his waist without ever breaking their contact.

The towel securely in place, he scooped her up and carried her back into the living area of the station, laying her down gently on the sofa and lowering himself down on top of her.

His hands began to explore her body.

His lips continued to pleasure her, the kiss going deeper, his tongue delving into her mouth, teasing and coaxing, then all at once demanding as he conquered and plundered her lips. He sucked her lower lip, catching it between his teeth and nibbled it almost to the point of pain.

But as his hands ran the length of her, slipping beneath her dampened t-shirt, stroking the sensitive flesh of her abdomen, she felt as though she were floating in mid-air. The different sensations, the heat from his bare chest, the moisture from his hair as she scraped her fingers lightly along his scalp, the weight of his body as he pressed further into her, the combination was highly intoxicating.

Lightheaded, hormones surging, she boldly griped him underneath the towel, a hoarse moan escaping him as he lifted his mouth from hers for a brief second before burying his face in the crook of her neck.

His lips searching out and marking her dewy skin. Branding her, searing her with the intensity of his kiss, his tongue flicking against the column of her throat, groaning as she continued to hold him in her grasp and stroke him slowly with satisfaction.

Finally pulling away from her, gasping for air he stilled her practiced strokes and pulled her hand out from under the towel, wrapping it around his neck and pressing a kiss to the inside of her wrist.

"We have to stop." He panted, shaking his head when she thought to protest. "If I can't have you, then we have to stop now."

He sat up, groping for a pair of jeans that had been sitting unbeknownst to her on a table beside the couch. Quickly sliding into them, he snapped the button and held a shaky hand out to her.

Trembling, her body wracked with turbulent emotions, she reached for him, while he pulled her body against his, her breasts flattened against his hard pectorals. Her arms wrapped around him instantly, and before he could think, before either of them could rationalize, their lips had fused together again.

He embraced her tightly, pulling one leg high against the side of his body while she struggled to get closer, her hands digging into his shoulders, her body arching into him.

"Take me." She murmured against his lips.

A powerful shudder wracked his body as he groaned, his tongue plowing between her smiling lips and swirling around hers in a dance of seduction.

It was she who broke away then, her lips parted and swollen, her cheeks flushed and her eyes drooped in passion. His chest heaved with the effort it took to control himself as he stared down at her.

"Have you ever had sex in one of the firetrucks?" She asked, her lower lip caught between her teeth while she looked up at him from beneath her lashes.

The smile that crept across his face seemed to span the width of it. In answer to her question, he took hold of her wrist and quickly drug her towards the garage.

Two large trucks sat in the bay.

Her eyes riveted towards the traditional style red engine sitting at the far end of the bay when he turned on the lights and closed the door behind them.

But as she started to make her way towards the big truck, he grabbed her, swinging her around and pushing her back up against a small brush truck. With a mischievous look in his fathomless sea-colored eyes, he pinned her between his arms and bent down to nip at the side of her throat.

"This one." He said, using his head to indicate the truck at her back.

"But," she started to object.

Her argument was quickly smothered when he leaned in, lifting her chin in his hands and pressing his lips sweetly, passionately, to hers. The urgency in his kiss quelling any protest she might have made.

He pulled her against his chest, using his free hand to open the door to the truck and then gently hefting her inside, their lips parting brusquely as he helped her get situated before pushing apart her knees and inserting himself between her legs.

The cab of the truck was certainly more accommodating than she would have imagined, and when his lips crashed down on hers again, she completely forgot about the seatbelt mechanism that was jabbing into her hip or the close proximity of the steering wheel to her head. There was enough room, but only just.

Not that either of them cared now.

Too lost in the moment, they dove head first into the senseless passion their bodies seemed to demand of each other.

He smelled like soap, his skin warm and musky. His tongue slid like silk over her heated flesh, his teeth skimmed and scraped along her neck. He traced the side of her ear, down the ivory column of her throat, and nibbled on the subtle point of her chin.

His hands worked like a musician, strumming along her body and plucking all the right notes. Her shirt and bra were lying on the floorboards long before she'd taken notice of the way his hands freely slid along her bare torso. Kneading her breasts, toying with the hard points of her areolas he sent shock wave after shock wave of pleasure through her body.

And when his mouth found her breast, as his tongue laved at her taut nipples, she felt closer to the edge than ever.

His hands trailed lower, flirted with the snap of her shorts before deftly popping it loose and helping her wiggle out of them.

He moaned, the sound more akin to a growl when he realized she wasn't wearing any underwear, and stealthily slipping a finger into the heat of her core, she arched into his hand, purring with delight while he teased and stroked her from within.

His mouth trailed kisses down her streamlined torso now slick with sweat from the joining of their bodies against one another. Lifting her bottom with both hands, his mouth finally found the juncture between her thighs, and he began to ravage her.

Tongue twirling circles around her clitoris, her body trembled and shook with need. Still holding her butt in the strong grasp of one hand, he slid two digits into her with the other, pumping and thrusting his fingers into the depths of her tight sheath.

When the first orgasm overtook her, her whole body consumed with the fire spread by the bold pleasure of his mouth, she shivered with a great tremor. Gasping and pleading, she gripped his shoulders and begged.

"Please, oh God. Please. Now."

Hell-bent on taking her higher, pushing her further, his lips captured the quivering nub and sucked it into his mouth, his tongue darting back and forth against it. And releasing his grip on her posterior, he pulled and tugged at his jeans, kicking until they were down around his ankles.

Still in the throes of passion, caught in the whirlwind of an f-five tornado as his tongue continued to circle the center of her desire, she practically exploded around him as he slithered back up her body and thrust himself into her in one quick motion.

His hard length stretching and filling her to the hilt, she buckled under the sensation, surrendering her body to him in the most primitive of ways.

Pumping himself into her, he crushed her lips in a smoldering kiss to stifle her moans, as if suddenly afraid someone might hear their frantic mating.

But it was only she that came.

Thrown over a cliff of ecstasy, the next orgasm took her by an even greater force, his powerful body filling her, molding against her, their souls fusing together in an electrical storm of universal proportions.

And as she clung to him, her nails digging into the slick and tender skin of his shoulder blades, he threw his head back, growling and groaning when the universe shifted beneath them and his own potent release coursed through his body, forcing him to empty himself into the heat of her.

They lay there afterwards, sated and gasping for air.

Pushing damp tendrils of hair out of her face, he looked down at her, their bodies still connected in the most intimate of ways, and he couldn't help it, he pressed his lips to hers. Kissed her soundly, deeply, erotically.

"You're so beautiful." He said when they came up for air.
         
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Want more?  

Until October 1st, my debut novel Contractual Attraction is available for free download! Just use code CF29J @ checkout, and be sure to leave me a review! 

I look forward to posting the next installment of my little erotica series, and hope you'll tune in to read it! 

Have a fantasy you'd like me to illustrate? Email me your ideas and it just might make my next posting!

Until then...

-April

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