Posts Tagged ‘redhead’

I miss writing

October 19, 2020

I miss it terribly. I realized that my stories came from being neglected in some way, and now that I’m not (happily collared kitten) it seems as though my inspiration has just up and fucked off.

I hate that. Oh, don’t get me wrong…im much happier now than I have ever been. But it sucks that it cost me my outlet. Ill never give up my Sir to write..but can’t a bitch catch a little inspiration?

Oh I know, it’ll come back. It always does. But the waiting and hoping is a killer.

What would you do

May 28, 2018

What would you do if I were yours?

Would you press your body against mine, hold me and let me feel how much you want me?

Would you rest your hands on my hips and gaze into my eyes as the world fell away?

Would you kiss me so deeply that my lips become swollen and I smile sweetly?

Or would you claim me as yours. Brand me. Pin me against the wall and whisper in my ear how only you will fill me. Only your touch will sate me.

Will you make me beg to have your hands tying me down. Immobile. At your mercy.

Will you have me blindfolded with silk, wondering where your next touch will land. Will you have my legs quivering, my hips arching….aching for you?

Will you take pride in my submission? Will it please you being in control of me? To take the wildness that runs free?

What would you do if given the chance?


January 7, 2018

So, in your life you have one….maybe two IDEAS.  The kind where you just know it’s gonna be good.
I had one.  I finally brought it out into the open a few days ago and shared it with a few friends.

Well, it appears that my IDEA is actually a damn good one and we will be having a meeting soon to decide how to bring it to fruition. 

This will benefit many people. Like…  a crap ton. So much so, I’ve already told my best friend he will be moving from Poland to help work.
I can’t wait to get this going!!!!!!!!

I’m alright

November 27, 2013

seriously, i’m alright.

funny… the stuff i did today, decisions i made, i couldn’t have made those 3 months ago.
Hell.. i couldn’t have done it 1 month ago.

I’m fine. It’s not effecting me at all.

to be honest, i’m rather shocked at myself, i’m such an adult (as I squeal in delight at my maturity)

I’m genuinely proud of myself. I did something that was hard, but i did it willingly, and with absolute faith IN MYSELF….

i’m typing this out with a smile on my face, and happiness in my soul.

I am no longer a part of the yo-yo

Is it just me?

November 17, 2013

have you ever wanted to reach through an electronic device and bitch slap the hell out of some stupid fuck?

Yeah..I’m having more and more of these moments lately!


November 9, 2013


ok, So…Kyle is doing NaNoWriMo. go google that shit. write a novel in November… yeah, i can’t write a damn story in 5 days.. fuck that novel shit.

Kyle is awesome. I’ve known Kyle for 5 years.. twitter. God I love twitter. Made some really good friends because of it. A few that I was able to meet!

Sadly, he isn’t one that I’ve been able to meet.. YET!

so..anyway, back to the reason for this post

Kyle is doing NaNoWriMo. His novel is about Buddy…, and hot steamy stuff… feels.. confusion.


I know it’s on purpose…and I know it’s not just me. but GADAMAljdfhjfjkljlfdjkfdjklajdsfjlk fdsjl    i’m anxious to read this story. 

I’ve already put in my order for a signed hard copy. (I’m first bitches.. neener neener neener) 

And I had a whole sleeve of Oreo cookies so i’m a little WIRED right now.. sorry for the ADHD moments. 

***snippet of convo***

Me  i’m blogging about you right now

K  oh lord, blogging about the blogger

Me  it’s blogception.


ok, so anyway.. I wanted to share Kyle’s blog with you because no one has enough hot steamy stuff in their lives

and… seriously, read the story. it’ll be good for you.



Blessed Samhain

October 31, 2013


Remember your ancestors.  Let go of grievances.  Embrace the freedom

Merry meet
Merry part
Mwrry meet again.


Good morning!

September 20, 2013



Cranking the radio, blasting out some of my beloved country music.

Dancing around the house…feeling wonderful, happy, sexy. My red hair flying in the breeze of the fan.

Paying no attention to what’s going on, I shimmy and sway right into his waiting arms.

I screamed, startled. I didn’t know he came in.

He likes to stay back and watch the way I move when no one is looking…uninhibited, free.

With a hand on my chest, I look into his laughing face.

“Oh god! You scared me! Why do you DO that?”

“Because when you’re scared, you breathe heavily, and when you’re embarrassed, you blush as red as your hair.” He replied with a glint in his beautiful chocolate eyes, rubbing the ruby strands between his fingers

Feeling the blood rush up, I try and not blush…knowing it’s futile. He’ll get exactly what he was after.

He always does.

My arms find their way around his neck while his hands slide down to my hips. We sway to the beat, enjoying the friction of our bodies pressed against each other. Clothing is a hinder that will soon melt away.

Stretching on tiptoe, I lovingly kiss his soft lips. Pulling the lower one into my mouth to suck on.

I love his taste, and can never seem to get enough. He knows this, and grants me the freedom to plunder his mouth for as long as I’d like.

Our tongues sliding, tasting, probing. It’s so erotic how close he gets me to orgasm with just his kiss.

He breaks our connection and leads me into the dining room.

Picking me up, he sets me down on the edge of the wooden table.

Confused, I just relax and prepare to enjoy whatever he has in his beautifully mischievous mind.

Pulling my shirt over my head, he tosses it over his shoulder with a grin.

His eyes feasting on my bare breasts. My nipples harden under his gaze.

Placing his finger on my lips, he trails it down my chin, my chest, my tummy.

My breathing races, his touch is so exciting.

Leaning back, I brace myself, offering him everything he has ever wanted.

He pushes me back farther, so that I’m lying flat on the table.

Pulling up my long, green skirt, his hands on my thighs, caressing.

Catching my eyes, he makes sure I’m watching every move he makes.  But he doesn’t need to, my eyes are glued to every single thing he does.

Moving the chair , he places it between my legs, and sits.

I can feel myself, wet and aching. Waiting for him to make his next move.

Luckily, I don’t have to wait too long.

I feel his finger slowly traces around my swollen clit, making me moan.

Closing my eyes, I concentrate on the feelings he’s invoking.

His fingers lightly part me, allowing  him to see exactly what his touch does to me.

Biting my lip and holding my breath, I move my hips a bit, trying to rush him, and knowing it won’t work. He loves to take his time…to stretch the pleasure out as long as he can.

He leans forward and ever so lightly and traces me with his tongue. A moan escapes my lips. I’m so impatient for him, I’m almost gouging grooves in the table with my nails.

I feel him chuckling, enjoying everything he’s doing to me, how I react. I’m all but begging him to take me hard and fast.

Slipping a finger between my folds, he searches for that specific spot that drives me insane.

Settling into a rhythm, he watches my face, knowing it won’t be long before I’m screaming his name.

My hands on my thighs, I can feel my orgasm approaching fast, my chest is heaving and I have goosebumps on my skin.

Moving his hands to my hips, he pulls me to his mouth. Feasting on me.

Muscles tensing up, I grab his hands and hold on as I cum into his mouth.

Bowing up from the table, my legs wrapped around his shoulders, screaming in pleasure, I give him everything.

As the shivering finally subsides, he lifts his head and looks into my eyes, a grin playing at his lips.

“Thanks for breakfast”








An unexpected evening

September 9, 2013




The ringing of the doorbell interrupted my thoughts.

Instantly, the nerves set in. first dates are always scary as hell. Will he be sweet? Will he be tall? Fuck me for agreeing to a blind date in the first place…I should have known better.

Calming myself, I walk to the door, placing my hand on the knob, taking a deep breath, I open it.

Opening my eyes, I look up into the most piercing blue eyes I’d see in a while.

Extending my hand, I can barely make the words form. Stupid nerves…

He shakes my hand and introduces himself…saving me from embarrassment

I nod and softly say my name, worried that the nerves will show in the tremble of my voice.

Grabbing my purse and keys, I close the door.

Luckily, reservations had already been made by our mutual friend at a small sushi bar around the corner from my place, well within walking distance.

Walking together, it was easier to talk without having to actually look at each other.

Chatting about our mutual friend and making general small talk to fill the time.

Arriving at the restaurant, we are seated quickly and given menus.

Making our selections, i excuse myself to the bathroom to freshen up.

After a bit of a pep talk with myself, I return to the table just in time to be served.

Digging in, we relax with beer and raw fish. Laughing at our initial skittishness, we share rolls and tea.

He’s laughing at my choices… I can’t help it if I like cream cheese.

He introduces me to futomaki, and I introduce him to tempura asparagus.

Bonding over a love of wasabi and bad jokes, it was a fantastic time!

Flirting was easy and wonderful. We were both interested and it was proving to be a good date.

Excusing myself again to wash my hands, he got up as well.

After I was done, walked out and noticed he wasn’t at our table.

I turn around to go back to the bathroom so I can repair my make up, and my face hit his chest.

“oh, I’m sorry!” I say as I back up a bit to give him his space.

The gleam in his eyes tells me that this was no accident.

He leans down and captures my lips in a searing kiss. My arms stretch up to his neck of their own accord.

His hands slide around my waist to rest in the small of my back, just above the curve of my ass.

Without breaking the kiss, he pulls me into the bathroom, and pushes me against the wall.

The unyielding wall behind me, and his rock hard body in front, I’m not able to move. But, I don’t want to…

He pulls my hips closer to his, making me feel his desire. I whimper against his lips, knowing that this is something I desperately want.

I can feel him smiling, it makes me do something a bit bolder.

I reach my hand down, and caress him through his jeans. His hips automatically arch into my touch, silently begging me for more.

Encouraged, I undo the button, and slide the zipper down, and slip my hands into his boxers.

His moan is loud enough to echo in the small bathroom.

Cupping and stroking his hard length, I’m amazed at how hot he is under my fingertips.

Growling against my lips, his fingers dig into my skin.

“Enough teasing” his voice is raspy in my ear. He spins me around and bends me over so I’m resting my arms on the sink.

I hear him pushing his jeans down, and feel him pulling my skirt up.

He lightly traces around my thong…my hip, my cheek.

Hooking his thumbs in the elastic he pulls it down to my knees, then using is foot, he spreads my legs apart as much as the thong will allow.

Stepping closer to me, he rests himself in between my cheeks.

Leaning down, his voice is deep with desire, “I’ve wanted to do this ever since I watched you bend down for your keys”.

Repositioning himself, he eases into my wet pussy. I bite my lip, trying to keep from moaning in pleasure.

Stretching and filling me, I feel him straining to hold on to his control. His hands grip my hips tightly, holding me in place.

Looking up, I see him in the mirror. Eyes closed, biting his lip. Enjoying the way I feel surrounding him.

He opens his eyes and sees me looking at him.

Eyes locked together, he slowly starts to pull out, I almost protest.

Slamming in to me, I scream as an orgasm hits me out of nowhere. Grasping the sides of the sink, I push back into him, allowing him to feel each pulsing wave as it squeezes his shaft.

Pulling my hair, he keeps hitting me hard. I can’t catch my breath as wave after wave of pleasure overtakes me.

Opening my eyes, I see him. On the brink of orgasm himself. One more thrust sends him over the edge.

I can feel his hot cum filling me up. He’s fucking me as hard as he can, pushing himself deeper and deeper into me.

Bracing myself against the sink, I lean into him, allowing him that depth.

One more push, and he’s done. He leans over my back, catching his breath.

Resting my head on my crossed arms, I fight for oxygen.

Standing up, he pulls me with him, his arms wrapping around my stomach. He leans down to whisper in my ear “not a bad blind date, huh”

I laugh, and agree no, not a bad blind date.

We allow each other to clean up and readjust our clothes. Walking out of the bathroom, I couldn’t help but giggle at what just happened.

Turning me to face him, he bends down and I feel his breath on my face, blowing the hair away…

Jolting awake, I hear a knock at the door. Confused, I look around. It was only a dream.

Walking to the door, trying to compose myself, I open it to the most striking blue eyes I have seen in a while….i smile a secret smile and introduce myself.







the death of me

September 6, 2013

this story i’ve been working on is killing me! i haven’t even gotten to the fun stuff.

dont’ worry…i’m working hard on getting it done.

i just needed to vent about it.


ALSO…. any requests for particular stories? let me know! i’m curious as to what you all are interested in!