Tuesday, November 14, 2017
Sitting here staring at a blank screen, hoping the words will come, Just sitting here waiting, yeah, any minute now. The rush is going to happen, and I get lost in the groove, engulfed by the zone. Yeah, that what I get telling myself, its day 14 of the stupid contest that I enter every year and I have already run out of things to say. But, I can’t tell her that. I can’t let her know the faith she has in me is misplaced. She said if I wrote 1000 words a day we could play. She had brought me out to the country to write, to be free of distraction. I hear the wind rust the leaves right outside the window. I looked out only to see her sitting there looking at me. Her legs were spread open an attractive manner. She was barely wearing anything, just a blouse and lace underwear. How could she be doing this to me? I was trying to concentrate, but I could think about was having my way with her. I felt myself becoming excited, and the words started to flow. The more I looked at her, the faster they came. That’s what I call incentive.
Friday, January 22, 2016
She said it was the hottest spot in town. Nothing was happening with my unfinished novel I decided to pull out of the archives since the laid off. It was dead and I knew it. It was an open scene at the club everything went. I sat the bar nursing a scotch when I noticed two men, covered in this wild paint that made glow under special light. The two started kissing passionately, as I watched them I realized it had been a long time since I had been kissed like that…So long it was like I never been kissed.
Thursday, October 8, 2015
Author’s Note: It has been far too long since I have written anything for public consumption. Yet, when are summoned by Naomi, you do your best to get off your butt and get the laptop hopping. With a solid playlist blaring in my ear, I will try to string together a few sentences and hopefully at the end of it, there just might be something … here is a little bit from my unfinished novel.
There was a scent of jasmine in the air leaving no doubt who was there, Alice. Jasmine smelled a particular way on her. Alice took my hand and said she would walk me home, I reluctantly agreed. I wasn’t really in any condition to be walking, but, the night air would do me some good. We talked about nothing in particular, as if she hadn’t shattered my heart, leaving me standing at the football stadium, looking at a set of taillights. I decided to drop it and continue enjoying the moment. We were half way to my house when we decided to take the alley between Kaufmann grocery and the Moose Lodge, then things began to get interesting.
Alice stopped and pulled my head down. She began giving me a deep, searing, kiss. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Her hands exploded my body, as our tongues explored each other mouths. I broke our kiss to tell her my apartment was close, but she placed her finger on my lips, as I began to speak. She unzipped my jeans announcing her intentions. Her breasts were ample and soft to the touch. She pushed her breasts into my hands softly moaning as I squeezed gently. She unbuttoned her blouse placing my hands where she wanted them. I leaned forward taking her rigid nipple in my mouth. I nursed it gently at first, as my hunger built, the harder I nursed. I could feel her hand stroking me to an erection.
Alice pushed me against a stack of bread racks and began kissing her way down my stomach. My god her tongue felt good. Her tongue swirled around and around my navel. She slowly began working my jeans down to my knees. She had a firm grip of my cock. I could feel the warmth of her breath on the tip. I closed my eyes, still not believing what was about to happen.
Then the door swung open and knocked me and the bread racks to the left. It was Mr. Kaufmann. Alice ran off in a roar of laughter. I followed once I got my jeans up. We laughed so hard, I ran into a nearby dumpster.as I tried to button up my jeans. Alice was a bit more graceful. She dodged the dumpster without breaking stride. As I recovered I could hear Mr. Kaufmann swearing behind us, but all I could make out was “Damn kids, get a room!”
Thursday, May 14, 2015
Day one, link one
Groggily, I opened my eyes to see a waterbug happily crawling about in the corner. It kept hitting its head, as if there was a hole. Then he skidded along the trim, as if he had one too many. Looking around the room I recognized nothing. Where was I? Why was I here? Naked white walls encased me. A single window with closed blinds was directly across from me. An empty desk with a chair was by the door. Where did it lead? My head pounded like it been attacked by a legion of tiny men with hammers. I looked around the room to see where the little bastards went. It was one thing to attack me, but at least have the balls to face me afterward; I felt cheated. To cap things off, I had an odd taste in my mouth like I'd been french kissing a dump truck. My jaw played this peculiar melody of cracks and pops as I yawned. Rubbing my face, I discovered a beard long past the need of trimming. I sat up wondering what the hell happened. I had a strong urge for a smoke, a cup of java, and a little loving. However, by looking at my surroundings I figured the first two were a maybe and the last was out of the question, but there is always hope. I heard a muffled scraping sound, like something was being dragged across the floor. I saw the top of a head and two beady eyes peeking through a transom. Someone yelled, then I heard a thump against the door as my peeping tom jumped down, fucking perv.
My body felt heavy, as if someone was sitting on my shoulders. I was able to stand, but walking seemed to be something else entirely. My feet felt were as though I was wearing cement shoes. Shuffling my feet forward stopping every few steps to steady myself, I made my way to the desk and leaned against it. Voices streamed into my room. I heard a woman screaming and another singing about a ticket to ride a double dutch bus. I rifled through the drawers to find a clue, but they where empty. Carefully, I headed towards the door. Not sure, if I wanted to let that world into my space, but I needed answers. Where was I? How long I had been here? Finally, I made it to the door and opened it. No way was I ready for what I saw.
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Dawn came sooner than expected. It felt like I just closed my eyes, but the clock on the wall told a different story. Each night it’s a crap shoot, whether you get enough sleep. Too much you feel like crap; too little and you feel just as bad. So you ride the wave, taking what you can get. Preparing yourself for the madness that morning brings. Hopefully, you have gotten enough to deal. For five years, I have lived in this dusty one bedroom apartment that I pay entirely too much for. To catch a break on the rent, I double as the super. Yeah, I am pretty handy with a pair of vise-grips, a roll duct tape, and can of WD-40. It had been reasonably quiet in the building until about six months ago.
That’s when this stubby sort of a man in 4B, starting giving me grief. Normally, I have nothing against stubby people, I've known a few of them over them the years and generally, they are pleasant people. However, this jackass needs to be shot. Oops, I promised my mother I would give up profanity for lent. Well, stop shaking your head. Giving up profanity happens to be a big deal for me. So there ….
Friday, May 8, 2015
To look at him you would have never guessed it. Those captivating eyes with a majestic gaze, tanned skin, and sculpted frame. He had his pick no matter where he went. Over a dozen women fell prey to his charms before he was discovered. There was an evil that lurked inside of him. Normally, I would worry about him and his actions. Normally, I would chalk things up to fate. Until he picked the wrong women. My sweet, sweet Marlie she never done anything to anyone. Now, his soul better belong to Jesus, cause his ass belongs to me.
Thursday, May 7, 2015
Author note: This is a segment of my current erotic project. Like so many of our stories it started with a picture. A very talented writer sent me a short take on the picture. From there, I was able to conjure up this tale. Like I always say ... sometimes in the words of others, when can sometimes find our own. I hope you enjoy it
“Honey, this is Silvia. We were together a long time before I met you.”
“So this is the woman you left for me?”
Sophia smiled warmly, “Yes, honey this is the woman. “
I sat there for a few seconds before answering. I thought about my good fortune and suddenly I felt the warmth of pride swelling in my chest.
“It is lovely to meet you, Silvia”
She smiled, “It is lovely to meet you as well. I always wondered who was the gent, who stole my girl?”
I began to chuckle and the girls joined me. We sat there talking about our lives and the things people talk about while they are in public. Sophia, hand taken my hand and scooted closer to me. A waitress came by and took our order. Then it started,
“So Sophia, Yusuf must have an impressive cock.”
Sophia blushed, as she sipped her wine, “Yes he does.”
“I figured as much I remember well how you loved to suck a nice cock. So much in fact, I often wondered if you were into women at all.”
Sophia looked at me for a second, “I believe I demonstrated my commitment.”
“Yes dear, you have quite the talented tongue. I am getting moist just thinking about how well you used it.”
I completely understood what Silvia was expressing my cock had begun to stiffen in response to the conversation. Sophia’s face was crimson. Her eyes sparkled and she rubbed her hand up and down my thigh. Before long she had reached my erection and smiled. Silvia watched us and spoke
“Tell me Yusuf, is this talk about her tongue exciting you?”
I nodded no, but Sophia quickly corrected me.
“He is as hard as rock.” Sophia explained
“Be a darling, and suck it for him.” Silvia suggested
Sophia eyes sparkled at Silvia’s suggestion. Her hand continued stroking my cock through my pants. If I didn’t get relief soon I was going to explode. Perhaps, I could excuse myself to the restroom and rub one out. It was too risky I could get caught. Sophia slowly unzipped my slacks and pulled out my cock. She stroked it slow and deliberate. I leaned back my head enjoying the sensation when I heard Silvia speak up.
“Sophia, you are stroking his cock, aren’t you? … you naughty bitch”
Sophia smiled and continued pleasuring me, “There was a time when you enjoyed my naughty side.”
Silvia licked her lips and drop her hand between her legs, “I still do, love.”
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