Six Sentence Sunday - 03/04/12

My contribution from my Work In Progress ... 

Summer's Journey: Volume Four

I retrieved the blindfold from the nightstand and slipped it over his head.  Pulling off the covers as I stood, it was evident he enjoyed the direction the morning was taking.  I thought I had awoken fairly early and I was certainly not that well versed in Egyptian astronomy, but Mark’s built in sundial seemed to be indicating it was approaching high noon.

Reaching down I stroked one long nail carefully along his swollen member, causing a subtle shift in Mark’s hips.

“I want you to lay there and picture what I am going to do to you for a little while, or at least until I go get a digital camera to capture this Kodak moment,” I said as I grabbed my dress from the nearby chair.

Slipping the dress over my head, I decided to leave my heels behind instead of risking another possible broken ankle.

Six Sentence Sunday - 11/20/11

From my Work in Progress - Volume Three of my Summer's Journey series:

I am not a morning person.  Even on the best of days my staff knows to steer clear of me until well after the caffeine has kicked in.  Monday mornings in particular I truly believe were invented by sadistic demons in one of Dante’s lower circles of hell.

So why on this Monday morning before my second cup of coffee was finished, was I sitting in my office with a smile from ear to ear?

From Friday evening until now my emotions rode quite the roller coaster of unbelievable highs and unexpected lows.

Pleasures beyond compare to start the weekend gave way to introspection and wandering around my empty apartment staring at nothing in particular.

Six Sentence Sunday - 11/13/11

From Volume Two: Alphabetical Assignation -


I sensed him kneel between my legs as he gently forced my knees apart, leaving me feeling very vulnerable and exposed. In the past when my ex-husband had somewhat reluctantly given me oral pleasure, I always felt to some degree as if I should be doing something instead of just laying there. For some reason it did not feel that way tonight, I felt totally at ease and relaxed with Mark, albeit incredibly turned on as well.


The first touch of his warm tongue on my wet labia drove any and all thoughts from my mind. He swiped his tongue slowly from bottom to top, darting all around my sensitive clit without actually touching it. He reached up and lifted my knees toward my chest and softly murmured “hold your legs up for me.”

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Six Sentence Sunday - 10/30/11

From Summer's Journey: Volume Two - Alphabetical Assignation

Now available here: http://bit.ly/nrMLAJ

Feeling a little uncomfortable with an unpleasant sensation of stretching, my safe word was halfway to my lips when Mark suddenly reached between us and started rubbing my clit with the thumb of his right hand.  Using the accumulated moisture, he rubbed firmly as he pushed his shaft a little deeper before pulling almost all the way out again.  He dipped his thumb down a little further and carefully spread juices from my wet pussy along his shaft before pushing in again.  His thumb alternated between dipping inside me and sliding along my labia before circling my sensitive button.

“You truly do not fight fair my friend,” I gasped as he penetrated a little deeper.  The stretching feeling began to fade as his thumb stirred sensations that mixed and mingled with the fullness in my anal passage.

Six Sentence Sunday - 10/23/11

From Summer's Journey: Volume Two - Alphabetical Assignation

Now available here: http://bit.ly/nrMLAJ

Propped up against the headboard, sipping champagne, nibbling on dark chocolate and talking about our jobs, I felt completely at ease with our casual nudity.  That in itself was definitely a bit unusual for me.  My ex either fell asleep immediately or jumped straight in the shower after our lovemaking, almost as if he were ashamed of his body, or mine.

My gaze fell upon Mark’s now flaccid penis, lying limp against his thigh.  Hard to believe just how much larger it got when aroused, although my still tingling ass would remember it for quite some time.  Mark noticed my gaze and smiled, his own eyes passing over my body often and appreciatively.

Six Sentence Sunday - 10/09/11

Look for

Summer's Journey: 

Volume Two - Alphabetical Assignation

within then next week or so!!

Gazing down at me with pleasure clearly visible in his eyes now, Mark lightly pinched my clit between his thumb and fingers while burying his remaining length deep inside my ass.  The ember of pleasure that had been burning slowly sparked suddenly into white hot passion.  Inexplicably, it somehow felt as if he were thrusting into both of my passages simultaneously.  He pulled out slowly and thrust all the way back in quickly.  He then pulled out fast and pushed back in at such an agonizingly slow pace I actually found myself pushing my hips up at him, wanting to feel him buried deep inside me once again.

Six Sentence Sunday - 10/02/11

From my work in progress: Volume Two of my Summer's Journey series

As I slowly began to return to this earthly plane once again, he climbed from between my legs and slowly lowered himself on top of me.  Despite being very sensitive from my recent climax, the feel of the head of his hard cock against my sodden opening was exquisite.  I felt his hand at my temple and the blindfold was suddenly gone as he simultaneously thrust himself deep inside me.  I gasped with surprise and pleasure at the sudden invasion and looked up into eyes blazing with desire.  Soft flickering candlelight glinted off of soft lips that still shined with my plentiful juices.  A radiant smile split his features as I gave a low moan and said “you sir, sure know how to make an entrance.”

Six Sentence Sunday - 09/25/11

Here is my contribution for this week - please leave a comment and let me know what you think:

Keeping me totally guessing, Mark now slid one long finger deep inside my wet pussy as his tongue once again gently explored my labia and teased my clit.  He lightly flicked his tongue across my swollen button as another finger joined the first and alternated between slow deep thrusting and searching for the quite elusive g-spot on my upper vaginal wall.  I moaned loudly and lustily now, not caring who might hear.  At that moment the USC marching band could have been performing a routine straight across the bed, and I would have only responded by thrusting my hips a little harder at Mark’s willing tongue.  Somehow another finger found its way to my ass and lightly teased just the opening of my tight passage, its journey made quite easy by the copious fluids now flowing.

Six Sentence Sunday - 09/11/11

10th Anniversary of 9/11:  We Shall NEVER Forget!!

My contribution for this week:

Mark reached around me and slid his hands slowly from my hips up to my breasts.  He cupped them softly as he pulled me back into contact with his insistent hardness.  Lightly kissing the side of my neck and shoulder, he slowly and gently rolled my sensitive nipples between his strong fingers.  Spinning me around, he kissed me softly on the lips and slowly pushed his hard cock up against my moistening center.  I gasped softly as his length grazed across my throbbing clit.

“I want to take this blindfold off so I can see you” I said.

Six Sentence Sunday - 09/04/11

This weeks contribution:

He pressed up against me once again and I could feel his hardness pressing against my mostly naked ass.  I could feel his hot breath close to my ear as he spoke very softly.

“We have spoken at length about control and trust, so I thought it might be important to let you know what you might be expecting this evening.  Our journey to this point has been a literary dance of flirtation and allusion.  Now things are about to get very real.”

Mark alternated between slowly grinding his hard cock against me as he spoke and pulling back, causing me to unconsciously push my hips back seeking that physical connection once again.

Six Sentence Sunday - 08/28/11

Here is my Six Sentence Sunday contribution for this week - this is from my Work In Progress - Volume Two of my Summer's Journey series.

Mark would be the first man other than my ex-husband and my gynecologist to see me naked in close to two decades.  I was equal parts aroused and terrified at the thought.

Arriving at the hotel a few minutes before 8:00pm, I quickly checked my makeup in the rearview mirror before getting out of the car.  I barely recognized the eyes looking back at me.  Slightly dilated and wild, they seemed to be projecting my inner anxiety and arousal.

Walking straight through the elegant lobby towards the bank of elevators, I smiled as I turned a few heads, including the stuffy looking clerk behind the front desk.

Six Sentence Sunday!!

This week's contribution:

As I pulled on the sheer green panties I noticed a few gray strands intruding on my shoulder length reddish-brown hair.  They were easily dispatched by a few well placed tweezers.

The black silk dress I slipped into somehow left me feeling more naked then before putting it on.  It clung to my curves and left little to the imagination.

I sat behind the wheel for a moment before starting the car.  All dressed up or not, part of me wanted to flee back into the house and the comfort of my normal routine.

Six Sentence Sunday!!

Six Sentence Sunday:  Romance / Erotica bloggers posting Six Sentences to entice, inflame, and arouse!!

Here is my first contribution - from my just released story:

"I never heard him move, but I could feel him behind me now.  As he nuzzled the side of my neck, he pressed himself lightly against me.  Whatever reservations I once had at giving up control to this stranger disappeared as my nipples did their best to rip through the lace bra and silk dress.  How on earth could he know that my neck was one of my weak spots?

“I must confess that you are wearing much more at the moment than I am” he said.  “Allow me to even the playing field, so to speak.”