Thursday 26 July 2012

You like it...you really liked it!

With my latest story, Weak in the Knees, I have seen my readers increase significantly. With over 475 views of my story, I hope people are enjoying my sexy short stories. If you are enjoying these steamy tales, please follow my blog or leave comments.

You can even tell me what you want to read about. Any little bit of inspiration helps as I write for you here and on www.goodvibesblog.com.

My next story is in the works right now, so please be patient. I am worth it!!

Tuesday 17 July 2012

Weak in the Knees

Several weeks ago, I talked about the challenge of finding enough things to write about when one is trying to give appropriate attention to my W.I.P., contribute to your own blog and come up with sexy short stories for another blog. One of my ideas was to pick some song lyrics that seemed to resonate with me and think of an erotic theme that was outside the box so to speak.


I even noted that for my first try at this lyrical inspiration, I was going to pay tribute to a wonderful Canadian songstress, Serena Ryder and her song Weak in the Knees. What follows is a playful twist on my favorite lyrics from my favorite song:


Would you mind if I walked up to you and I kissed your face?
In front of all of your friends.
Would you mind if I got drunk and said, I want to take you home to bed?
Weak in the Knees, Serena Ryder

I hope you enjoy!


Weak in the Knees


Music was pounding in my head and my heart was pounding in my chest. It was another night at my favorite local establishment and another night spent staring at him. He didn’t have a name but I knew every feature and habit as if they were my own. His very presence at the bar made me weak in the knees. I wanted him.

I had seen him before. I’d get here with my girlfriends and he’d already be at the bar laughing with his friends. His height and broad shoulders ensured that I could always see his sculpted body and wavy brown hair. His hazel eyes and full lips called to me.

The second time I saw him I smiled and nodded when he looked my way. No response. I was shocked. While I wasn’t gorgeous, I knew I was plenty attractive. Long legs, generous curves and a pretty face should have been enough to win a smile. I had really been hoping for something more, maybe a drink or even a dance.

A few weeks later I had tried again, still no reaction. I was perplexed. One of his friends noticed my interest and leaned into him, whispering in his ear. I turned away, humiliated.

So here we are again, yet another week and I’m still hung up on a guy I’ve never met who won’t even smile at me. While waiting at the bar to order another beer, I heard two of his friends chatting about how easy guys’ nights were now that they were all single. My heart sang knowing that there wasn’t a woman waiting for him at the end of the night. My brain jumped at the chance to rain on my heart’s parade; if he wouldn’t acknowledge my existence I obviously didn’t have a chance. I ordered two tequila shots to drown my sorrows.

Back at the table, my friends tried to convince me to go over and say hello. Finally, my best friend said that more drastic measures were needed. Her idea was for me to walk right up to him and kiss him in front of all his friends. After all, she reasoned, what did you have to lose? What did I have to lose indeed?

Oh, what the hell!

The walk across the crowded club seemed to take forever. As I got closer, one of his buddies, a stocky blond, reached over and tapped him on the shoulder. Here she comes, I heard his friend say. He turned to face me, a smile growing on those sexy lips.

We stood staring at each other, but it was almost as if he was looking right past me. That does it, I decided; time to get his attention once and for all.

Without a word I reached up and grabbed two handfuls of his shirt, pulling him towards me.  My lips pressed against his and I heard a surprised intake of breath. His friends were shocked to silence and then one whistled in obvious approval.

I continued to kiss him, using my tongue to gently lick his lower lip. His mouth opened and I took full advantage, slipping my tongue inside to taste him. To my surprise his strong hands moved to my waist. His head bent as he responded to my kiss with passion. His tongue met mine and he pulled me in tight against his chest. As our bodies came together, I felt a warm wetness between my legs and his interest was apparent through his stiffening cock. We broke apart but his hands kept me close.

“Dance with me?” I asked hesitantly, before he could catch his breath and say something to ruin the moment. He nodded enthusiastically so I grabbed his hand and pulled him after me, slowly weaving a path to the dance floor.

We didn’t say much, just clung to each other and mumbled compliments as our hands moved over each other in time to the music. I loved that his chest was so muscular. He whispered to me that my body felt like magic. I ran my fingers over his arms, outlining their defined components. His fingers read my body like a book. His lips caressed my face and neck.

As the song wrapped up, my mouth found his ear. “I want to take you home to bed. Oh, and my name is Stephanie.” I started to lead him back to his friends.

His lips found my ear and he whispered back, “My name is Chris and that sounds like a great plan to me; but only if Carter can come too.” Confused, I really looked at the group and for the first time, saw a guide dog lying at their feet, protected under the overhanging bar.

He was blind. Everything was falling into place. He hadn’t smiled at me because he simple couldn’t see me. His hands had been so busy on my face and body because he was learning what I looked like. My face flushed with embarrassment. At least he couldn’t see that too.

Reading my hesitation as a rejection, he pulled away slightly. I laid a hand on his arm. “Of course he can join us. As long as he promises to close his eyes; I’m rather shy you know.” His burst of laughter was amazing and he hugged me tight. He turned to his friends, excused us, took hold of Carter’s harness and gave me his arm.

With Carter’s help I got Chris out of the bar, back to my car and up to my apartment. The instant the door closed I slid my hands up his chest. His mouth came down on mine with a wonderful forcefulness. Simply being kissed by him was a thrill. My body was responding and I wanted him.

Coming up for air, I ran my hands through his hair, standing on tip toe to lick his neck and nibble on his ear lobe. A moan deep in his chest sent shivers through my body. I began to pull him towards my room.

Carter took one step forward. I held up my hand. “Carter my friend, you get the couch. I’m not up to a dog’s scrutiny in my bedroom.” Chris laughed, reinforcing my command. Carter walked over, jumped up on the couch and lay down.

We continued our journey to my bed, losing clothing and discovering each other along the way. His body was as fantastic as I had imagined and by the way he was kissing and licking me, Chris was good with the way I was put together.

I pulled him down onto the bed, his lean body tight against mine. He made me close my eyes and proceeded to demonstrate how the lack of vision enhanced the other senses; his talented tongue and fingers brought me to my peak again and again. My muscles sang with the sweetest orgasms I have ever had.

Finally I was able to catch my breath. I pushed Chris back onto my pillows and ran my tongue up the length of his cock, stopping to suck on the swollen tip. His hips bucked and he wrapped his fingers in my hair. Taking my time I lavished attention on his magnificent cock, tasting him and hearing him groan in pleasure. I took all of him in my mouth and he responded with a strangled cry. Holding him inside my mouth, I snaked my tongue around his hard heat. Fingers tightened in my hair.

He pulled me up and I raised myself over him and lowered myself slowly onto his hot, hard cock. I saw him shudder and draw in a deep breath as my slickness welcomed him deep inside me. We rocked together slowly, our bodies fitting together perfectly. He slid his hands up me, coming to rest on my sensitive breasts, playing havoc with my tender nipples. I ran my long fingernails up his chest then reached over him to grip the headboard.

Picking up the pace, I could feel his hard, hot cock pressing against me from the inside. Biting my lower lip, I rode him faster and faster. His groans had taken on a desperate edge and his hands moved to grip my hips, pulling me down against him harder and harder. My swollen clit was rubbing against his pelvis and the friction was driving me crazy.

Chris bucked his hips and the change of pressure was exactly what I needed. With a sharp cry I came, my pussy clenching on his cock as I shuddered and gasped. Two more strong thrusts from below and he came hard, crying out my name.

We lay tangled in my sheets, holding each other close.

Suddenly I jumped, squealing as something cold and wet brushed against my foot. Turning, I noticed Carter peaking over the mattress.  “Carter! You were supposed to wait on the couch.”

Chris burst out laughing. I pulled up the sheet and beckoned to his companion. “Get on up here Carter. Come check him out. He’s fine you know.”

"He's better than fine, actually!" He pulled me back into his arms and we fell asleep; all three of us. 

Wednesday 11 July 2012

Finding the Time

With the short Canadian summers, there is so much to get done and enjoy while there is limited time to get out and enjoy it. I must admit to finding the time to write has been my biggest challenge.

Ideas still run through my head and I've put pen to paper several times - drafting some details or tweaking a story in the works.

Conversations with my darling, long-suffering hubby have also become part of my routine. I want him to understand what I am working on and I never want him to feel excluded or less than the man I love desperately...even though I'm writing lots of naughty goodness!!

I hope to have a new steamy short story submitted to www.goodvibesblog.com in the next couple of days...so keep an eye out for it!

Saturday 7 July 2012

Kept Waiting

**This story first appeared on GoodVibesBlog: www.goodvibesblog.com/kept-waiting/


She stood outside the door to his room, waiting for him. Strong hands slipped a midnight blue satin band over her eyes. She was panting in anticipation; just knowing he intended to punish her tonight made her wet with desire.

Reaching past her he pushed opened the door; she stepped forward immediately, craving what was going to happen in this room. He praised her enthusiasm.

She hoped he would take off the blindfold. Seeing his room with its huge iron bed and the huge wooden armoire filled with his tools excited her.

With steady hands he peeled her clothes off and then spun her around roughly. If she recalled correctly, she was now facing the elaborate scrolled footboard. There would be leather cuffs above her head, chains hanging on each side, and a ball gag hanging from a finial.

He made her stand there, motionless for what seemed like an eternity until she wanted to beg and plead with him to torment her with his hands and cock, not his eyes. She stood for so long in her black, six-inch, spike heels that the muscles in her calves began to twitch. The more she tried to relax her weary legs, the more they rebelled. But still he made her wait, each second an agonizing eternity. She knew he was counting each twitch, storing them in his memory to be added to her punishment.

There was a soft noise, barely a whisper of sound, but she knew what it was. Trembling, she waited for the coiled whip to bite into her buttocks. When the intense sting of pain finally came, she thanked him as she exhaled. A second lash was closely followed by a third and then a fourth. With each strike she thanked him for his time, his efforts and his attention.

Finally, he approached her and stoked her reddened ass cheeks. Biting her lower lip, she prayed he would take his huge hand and…

She jolted as his open hand impacted on the tender flesh. She thanked him willingly.

Her arms jerked as he raised her hands above her head, buckling them into leather restraints. She knew she would soon welcome the support of the leather wrist cuffs. He had promised a severe punishment for her tardiness this afternoon. Construction and a traffic accident were no excuse. She knew she should have called, but truth be told, she welcomed his punishments and had turned off her cell phone intentionally.

Spreading her legs apart, he once again brought the flat of his hand down hard. She sucked in air and thanked him. One after another the blows rained down until she thought she would pass out. Just then, she heard him take a step forward.

A sharp cry wrenched from her throat as his hand pushed into her dripping pussy. He called her a slut, a dirty whore and a cunt. She smiled and answered him the only way she could, she agreed. He sent his hand deeper into her hole and began to pump his fist. In seconds her need to come had wiped everything else from her mind.

She begged and pleaded with him to let her come, to please let his dirty slut come. Laughing, he made her wait, one minute stretching into two then five. Tears streamed down her face as he pumped her pussy but denied her release. Suddenly, the exquisite pressure and pain was gone. She moaned in disappointment, knowing the sound would bring its own punishment.

His thick fingers grabbed her swollen ass cheeks, nails digging in. As he pulled them apart, she had only that for warning as his hard cock slammed into her back hole. She screamed as the fiery pain met the pleasure building in her pussy and broke over her. She shook and shrieked her thanks as he drilled her ass again and again.

Experience had taught them that she could achieve an anal orgasm and squirt simultaneously. She now realized that this was his goal for tonight and couldn’t believe her good luck.

She could feel the pressure building as his cock pumped her tight hole. The fingers of one hand found her clit and squeezed, adding to the oncoming wave.

Again she voiced a request to come. Again he denied her. She begged and pleaded for release. He would not relent. Her greatest fear was to come without permission. Her peak was approaching quickly. She fought it back desperately. The other hand released its grip on her ass and tangled in her hair, wrenching her head back towards his mouth. In his rough whisper he granted her heart’s desire.

Sobbing loudly, she came in a torrent of fluid and spasms. Her holes tightened, squeezing his cock until he came deep in her abused ass. Unable to control her body, she hung limply from the leather cuffs and wept tears of joy. She barely noticed when he took her down and carried her to the chaise. Laying her down, he tenderly cleaned her and held her in his arms while she drifted. Gradually she came back to him and reached up to place her hand on his cheek.

Perhaps she would forget to take out the trash tomorrow.

Monday 2 July 2012

Validation

Several posts ago I had mentioned that one way I was going to source ideas for my short stories and blog postings. My last attempt for this has been a personal success for me.

Nothing makes an author happier than discovering her words impact others. When I was inspired to write Kept Waiting (http://goodvibesblog.com/kept-waiting/ ) I thanked my muse via Twitter. He was so kind as to comment on my story but then went another step by featuring my work on his blog: http://thedomnextdoor.wordpress.com/2012/06/29/inspiration/

I also spent the weekend with a good friend who was so very supportive of my writing. Everything I have done to date was met with intense enthusiasm. Such a great validation of my work.

There will be so much more to come! Please stay with me for the journey.