Saturday #Afterdark - Moment by Moment

Time for another AfterDark Saturday. More moments are on the blog. Continuing the wedding night!

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Irene flinched slightly at Owen's rough touch on her sensitive skin. He continued to nibble on her nipple while his fingers teased gently, slowly opening her. The more he bit and suckled, the more her legs seemed to part of their own accord.
He moved up, kissing her neck and then ear to whisper to her. "You feel so soft, so silky." Owen pulled her earlobe between his lips, sending tingling down Irene's side.
"Mmm," she murmured, unable to answer properly. Goosepimples followed the tingling and she snuggled closer to his warm chest.

We Heart It

"I want to feel more," he warned her, sliding one finger into her.
Her eyes flew open as his fingers teased inside her as well as out. His thumb circled, sending waves of pleasure through her while the finger inside stroked.
She had never been able to touch herself this well. She wouldn't have guessed it felt so good. Her mind spun, unable to focus as he fondled and sucked her breasts again, adding more ecstasy to the pile.
"O-owen," she murmured.
"Let it go, Irene. Cry if you need to."

#FFF Flasher Fiction Friday - Enough

“This just isn’t good enough,” he said for the sixth time. “I’ve seen what you’re capable of, Sharon, and this falls short.”

He reached out to her notepad and crumpled the paper, her ideas crushed into his fist like the ones before. Another ball still sat on his desk from the previous meeting.

Nothing was good enough for him. She’d learned that the short while they had dated. She was never mysterious enough, never open enough, as though those didn’t contradict.

“Get yourself a new slave, Patrick.” She picked up a ball and shoved it into his mouth. “I quit.”

Now go read the other flashes on the blog.

#ThursdayThrills - Too Pretty

Remember to check out all the Thursday Thrills by checking out the blog.

I wandered along the beach aimlessly, not sure what I was looking for, just wanting the sunshine to bleach out the black spot that had settled into my heart and mind. It seemed to be working. The sound of the waves soothed the worst pains. The laughter of children should have eased me further, but it had the opposite effect. Families. I hadn't manage to find one of my own. There was no one for me. 

Heading toward the rocky outcrop, I hoped to find a secluded corner where I could just listen to the waves and let them beat away the blues. There were many caverns and I had one in mind. It happened to be occupied, however.

"Hello," the tan man said, taking in my plain T-shirt and board shorts. He got a smile that promised something devilish. "I'm Jack. Why don't you come over here?" He tilted his dark haired head to entice me closer. "Too nice a spot to enjoy alone."

That had been exactly what I wanted. I couldn't deny that Jack in his speedo had me thinking about him out of it. He had the sculpted body I'd strived for and never quite reached. The shadow on his jaw begged to rasp against my lips.

Balling my hands into fists, I fought myself. "Uh, yeah. Just a minute. I'll be right back."

Jack looked both stunned and confused as I turned away.

A man that pretty would never be happy with me. He would find someone else, want more. There was nothing for me there. My stalking gait turned into a trot and then a run. Tears leaked from the corner of my eyes, as salty as the ocean I splashed through, narrowly missing children and other beach-goers.

"Max! Hey, Max! What's up?"

I stumbled at my name. I knew that voice, too.

"Come on over. We have cold beer." Nicholas waved me over, lounging next to his wife, Caroline. Their daughter, Emma, played in the sand at their feet. Between them was a cooler filled with cans and ice.

Nicholas. There was no confusion with him. I knew exactly where I stood and that if I needed anything he would be there for me. Until I made a family of my own, I had no doubt Nick had a place for me in his.

"Sure. Thanks. Whatchya making, Emma?" I asked, plopping down beside the preschooler.

"A castle for a pretty princess."

"Not too pretty?" I asked, helping her pack the sand in her bucket.

"Of course she's too pretty. That's why the prince loves her."

And why he doesn't love me. 

#tantalizingtuesday - excerpt from Gentleman

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“You know what she would have wanted. A grandbaby.”

Harrold sighed and patted her hand. “Nothing has changed there, Victoria. It will be well. My sister can inherit when we have no children.”

“I could try,” she insisted. “I think I've gotten better.”

“Kendra, can you come in a moment?”

The slave came to his side, folding hands on her apron. “Yes, sir?”

“Does my wife still have an obstruction?”

She shifted deep brown eyes from Mister to Missus Long and back. “Yes, sir.”

“I thought so. We aren't going have any children as long as that is the case. I couldn't sire them and you couldn't bear them. Don't worry, love. It doesn't bother me.”

She sighed heavily and sat back in her chair. “Well, it doesn't help my appetite.”

He chuckled. “I think I know something that might. Kendra, would you take Missus Long to bed and get her hungry. I'll put the plate back on the warm stove.” Rising he did just that. When he returned, the ladies hadn't even moved to the bedroom, Kendra raking her fingers over Victoria's exposed skin.

He kissed each lady's cheek as he passed. “Enjoy yourselves. I'll be late.”

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Love Books? Blog Books! - Dee Little

I've been lax in sharing my blog with other bloggers and writers. I'm going to try to rectify that. Let's start with Dee Little who I met recently through her comments on my blog. She reviews books and does a little writing as well.

Hi Angelica! Thank you so much for having me over today :)

You review a variety of books. Are there any genres you tend to avoid?

Not in general, no. Although I don't really get sci fi/fantasy as much. Nothing to do with the writers or anything, I just can never seem to get into a sci fi/fantasy novel. The blog started out with reviewing anything I was reading, but now, as you can probably tell, it's mostly erotica!

Hard SciFi can be, well, hard! Do you have a favorite genre? What about within that genre?

#SerialSunday - Rising Up - Moth to the Flame

Jamie was still up when I got home.

"Mary make it in her own door?" I asked.

She smirked and crossed her arms. She stood like that for a full minute, not answering me. She was asking, silently. I groaned. "Yes, I climbed his tree."

"I knew it!" she crowed. She ran over to hug me while giggling. "So, what happened? Did you get a good peep?" She pulled me to the couch. I saw a game paused on her computer - some space thing.

Jon Zander, Wikimedia Commons

"Heh, that's like me." I pointed at the bright vortex. "I'm like the moth getting pulled to the flame. I'm that little asteroid right there."

She huffed. "You are not. You might be attracted to bright, shiny things, but you are a lot smarter than a moth." She shut down the game without saving. "Now tell me."

Saturday #AfterDark - Wedding Bliss

The festivities were winding down, although they hadn't finished completely. Irene's mother had dragged her father to bed only an hour before Owen, slipping his arm around her waist, directed her toward the house.

Immediately Irene's hackles rose, anxiety flooded her mind. What was he going to do to her? What would it be like? Did they have to go now?

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Owen could feel the tension she held and stopped, lifting a flagon left on one of the tables. "Drink this," he ordered. "And don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you." He held her cheeks and kissed her forehead gently. "You would kill me if I did."

She spluttered ale, laughing. "Damn right, I would." Still chuckling, she took his hand and he resumed their trek to the wedding bed. She praised all the gods that her family didn't feel the need to witness them enter and leave, although she didn't doubt one of her brothers had an eye on them. She didn't sense an audience, just her and Owen, and the bed. She hesitated again when facing it, the door swinging closed behind her.

This time, Owen rubbed her shoulders and arms. "Nothing to fear. You've lain with me before."

She scoffed. "You were unconscious and I was fully clothed."

He grew pensive for a minute. "True. I'd rather you took them off tonight."