Posts Tagged ‘Writing’

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?

Inspiration? Where the hell did it go?

January 14, 2014

Ok. Im done. Im tired of being mopey, bitchy, ,whiney, sullen….

New leaf. I’ve turned it.

Now, if I could only find a muse…


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.



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”








Promise Broken by Gary Allan

September 11, 2013

It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and the broken promises.
-Chief Joseph

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!




Silver, Silky, Sweet…

August 28, 2013

It’s late when I come to bed. Too many chores that needed to be done and simply not enough time during the day to do them.hand

I take pride in doing them. Caring for you, our life it means the world to me that I’m able to work from home.

Silently opening the door, the light from the moon is shining through the window over your chest, turning you a beautiful silver.

I stand at the foot of the bed and just look at you. Peaceful, serene. It’s a pleasure to see you so relaxed for a change. No furrowed brow from the days stress.

I notice that the sheet is only barely covering you. The corner is strategically covering your masculinity from my view. It’s enticing.

You shift a bit, bringing a leg up to get more comfortable. The sheet slips a bit, just enough so I can almost see your head. I can feel myself getting wet…

I walk quietly to you. Stopping to slip off my nightgown, I hold it in my hands and simply look at you.

Gently, I move your hands above your head and tie them with my gown. The silk cool against your heated flesh.

Trailing a finger down your ribs to your hip, you move slightly. I smile. I love having you tied up. And you love it when I surprise you with my dominance…

Leaning down, I kiss your hip, my hair gently caressing your lower tummy.

I hear you softly moan in your sleep. Smiling, I lower the sheet to allow a bit more access to you.

Dipping my head down, I flick my tongue over the very tip of you.

The effect is immediate. Goosebumps appear on your skin, your hips move to find my mouth, your breathing gets deeper.

Looking up, I see you are still asleep. I wonder what you are dreaming about as I kiss and touch you…

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I taste you. The sheet still hiding most of you from me. It’s interesting to tease myself while I tease you…

Breathing you in, I gently tug the sheet even lower. Exposing everything I want.

My hands skimming over your chest, barely making contact, a mere whisper of movement along your skin.

Lowering my head, I carefully take you into my mouth. I can never get enough of your taste.

Feeling you get hard in my mouth is one of my favorite things. I so rarely get the chance to catch you unaware.

Your shaft lengthening, widening. My mouth opening more to allow you the room you need, sliding slowly up and down.

Your moaning is louder, more urgent….wanting me to continue.

Looking up again, I meet your eyes. A smirk playing at your lips, encouraging me to keep going.

Grinning, I sit up, and lean forward, my breasts crushed against your chest, to kiss you.

My fingers playing across your chest, up to your jaw. Rubbing my thumb over your lip. I pour all of my desire into this kiss.

My tongue sliding against yours, tasting, teasing.

Moaning, I run my hand through your hair, slightly tugging, changing the angle of your head. Letting me kiss you even deeper.

Your sigh reverberates through my body. i feel my nipples harden, begging for your touch.

Reaching over your head, I untie one hand. I softly say to you that you are only partially bound. An experiment for us both.

Sitting up, your hand finds my breast. Caressing and holding me, my breath catches in my throat. Your touch is electric.

My hands roam your body, I can’t seem to stop touching you.

Reaching down, I cup your hardness. You arch against my hand, needing more.

Kissing my way down your body, hearing you moan as my lips and tongue work their way to where you want me most.

Your hand is entangled in my hair, attempting to guide me, but I already know where I need to be.

A soft breath against your shaft has you shivering. Looking up into your eyes, I circle your head with my tongue. Teasing you…

Closing your eyes, waiting for me to take you in.

You are a beautiful site, poised on the brink of pure ecstasy…simply waiting for my next move.

Shifting, I straddle your hips, my hot core resting on your hardness, waiting to slip into me.

Taking your free hand, I move it to my breast, letting you pull and tug at my nipple.

You slide in…taking both of us by surprise. We both stop and enjoy the sensation of being one.

Slowly, I start to move. Feeling you stretch and fill me. Moaning and biting my lip.

My head falls back, reveling in the pleasure you bring to me.

Up I rise, skin against skin..silky, smooth, hard…

Down, filling me, hitting all of the right spots to drive me crazy.

My desire is pooled between us. I slip a hand down and touch my clit.

My muscles clench causing you to growl.

God you are so sexy like this.

Your eyes glued to my hand, I bring it up and taste myself.

You immediately orgasm. Bowing up, forcing yourself deep into me hitting my g spot.

I scream your name. falling forward on your chest, your hand pulling my hair, you biting my neck, leaving marks.

Shaking, I hold you tight, the tremors easing up.

Moving my head, I kiss you lightly.

Softly I ask, ‘sweet dreams?’

Hors d’oeuvres

August 2, 2013


I walk into the kitchen and I see that you’re cooking dinner. Not paying attention, just listening to the radio and enjoying being domestic.

Leaning on the counter, you don’t hear me, so I’m able to simply watch you. It’s nice to see you so relaxed and seeming to have fun.

You’re stirring something that’s bubbling and smelling amazing. I wait until you put the pot on the back burner and busy yourself wiping the counter.

Sneaking up behind you, I wrap my arms around your waist and softly kiss your neck, laughing as you jump in surprise.

Turning you in my arms, I press you against the counter and claim your mouth. Gently forcing you to open up to me. My tongue slipping in to mate with yours.

Swallowing your moan, I slide my hands down your chest and rip open your shirt, buttons flying everywhere.

Your shocked eyes looking into my determined ones… I grin. No words. Just my devious grin.

Reaching behind you, I slip in a disc…the room fills with Trent’s gravelly voice.

Raking my nails down your chest, I show you immediately who is in control tonight.

Pulling your shirt over your shoulders and partially down your arms, I pin you. You are mine…

Biting and sucking on your neck, your shoulder, your collarbone.

Leaving marks on your skin, staking my claim. Making sure you feel my teeth pinch your skin.

Sliding down your body, I inhale your scent as I graze my teeth over your nipple.

I feel you shiver and reach for me, but your shirt has you bound and you can’t move your arms.

Smiling, I look you in the eyes and drag my nails down your back, hard enough to leave red marks. Leaning in, I whisper in your ear “mine”.

Feeling your erection straining against your sweat pants, I cup you…letting you rub against my hand for a moment before I move it away.

Your groan of frustration is music to my ears…pay back for all those times you’ve had me in similar positions and just walked away. Leaving me dripping and aching for your attention.

Hopping up on the counter on the other side of the kitchen I simply sit and watch you squirm.

You are incredibly sexy like this. Able to move, but not fully. Knowing that I want you frustrated and at my mercy.

Crossing my legs, my skirt rises to my upper thigh. Your eyes are drawn to the garter holding the hose up. I purposely wore these for you, knowing how much you love me in them.

Lightly tracing the top of the hose, I see your cock is straining even more against your sweat pants.

Sliding down, I strut to your side and place my hands on your hips lowering your pants just the slightest bit. Feeling how hot your skin is.

Leaning to your ear, licking and nibbling on your lobe, I ask “where would you like my hand, sexy?”

Your moan sounds like you say cock, but it doesn’t matter… The choice is mine.

Lowering your pants and letting you step out of them, I bend down, and breathe hot moist air on your shaft.

Pulling you into the living room, your arms still pinned by your shirt. You follow me docilely.

Spinning around, I capture your lips again, sucking and biting. Nothing sweet about this. It’s raw…animal…

Pushing on your shoulders, I make you kneel on the floor in front of me.

Reaching behind me, I unzip my skirt, letting it slid down my silk clad legs, your eyes following it down, taking in the thong, the garter belt, and the inch of lace at the top of the stockings.

I see you swallow… it’s such a power rush seeing the way you physically respond to me.

Stepping closer, I don’t say a word. I grab your hair and pull your head back.

Bending down I suck on your bottom lip, biting and pulling making you wince.

Standing back up, I hook my leg over your shoulder, bringing your face in perfect alignment with my aching clit.

You can see how wet I am…my thong is almost completely transparent. Your tongue darts out in anticipation of my taste.

Pulling your hair, I bring you in closer. You nip at me through the drenched fabric. I moan and bite my lip. You know exactly what my body needs. Pressing your face closer, I can feel an orgasm starting to build.

Moving your head, I deny myself. This isn’t about me…well, not completely.

Removing my leg from your shoulder, I walk around behind you, trailing a nail along your shoulders, seeing you shiver.

Getting down on my knees, I growl into your ear ‘I’m removing your shirt, do NOT move!’

Running my hands down your arms, I pull the shirt off and toss it behind me.

Pressing my breasts against your back, I reach around you and kiss your neck.

Standing up, I walk back to stand in front of you.

Putting a finger to my lips I pretend to think about what is going to happen next.

Your eyes are huge as I simply stand there quietly taking in how gorgeous you are.

Walking to the couch, I sit on the edge, and beckon you over. You get up and walk the short distance.

Pointing to a spot about a foot in front of me, I have you stand there. Silent and erect, your eyes begging me to touch you…taste you…use you.

I run my finger up and down your shaft, building the anticipation for you. Your head falls back waiting for more.

I trail down to your thigh, feeling your muscles tighten.

Placing my hands on your hips, I bring you closer. Standing between my legs, I’m level with your rampant desire.

Letting your tip glide across my slightly parted lips, my tongue darts out to taste your essence.

Your hips move the slightest bit forward, silently asking me for more.

Teasing you, I lick your stomach, laughing as you suck it in…

Returning my attention to your manhood, I swirl my tongue around you, letting you feel me slide around and feel each vein…every inch.

Sliding my hands to your ass, pulling you even closer.

Your cock eases past my lips. Hard…hot…needy.

Curling my fingers into your flesh, I squeeze your ass as I lightly scrape my teeth along your length, hearing your sharp intake of breath.

Plunging my head down, I take you all the way to your base. Your trimmed hair tickling my nose.

You moan as you feel my throat close around you.

Close to the edge I push you over by sliding my hand down and rubbing your balls.

Immediately you begin to climax.

Your body, tightening, completely ridged your cock swelling and filling my mouth.

Arching your back and yelling, you flood my mouth with your hot, sticky cum.

Swallowing every drop, I lick you clean.

Legs shaking, breathing harsh, I suggest you lay down on the floor.

You lie down and close your eyes, trying to regain control over your body.

Smiling an evil grin, I straddle your hips and lean to whisper in your ear…

Now, it’s my turn…