Thursday, 30 May 2013

First Kiss

A while ago I submitted a short post to a 250 word challenge on Nikki Haze's blog. It was an interesting challenge, a sexy post-apocalyptic scene in an extremely short form. I give you my work...

First Kiss
“Drop what you’re holding,” she said as the startled man turned around in the burned out street. He saw the gun in her hand and dropped his tattered pack. “The clothes too,” she needed to make a point. He hesitated, heard the gun click and undressed. Under the filthy rags, he was clean and extremely well built. He was also extremely hard, his thick cock rose from his black thatch of pubic hair.
She was immediately wet, it was hard to find a hot fuck around here, the mutants kept dragging people off until she was the only one left.
She strode over and looked up into his eyes. They were dark and full of lust. She held the gun to his head, reached down and stroked his cock. He didn’t break eye contact, his tongue moistened his lips, and he groaned. She lifted her skirt, pulled herself up his body and dropped onto his cock, her legs gripped his torso and her pussy clenched him tight. He panted and she rocked her hips against him, feeling the head of his shaft hit the end of her wet heat. She kept full eye contact and the gun to his head. She came fast, tensed and shuddered with release, he followed and she felt his dick twitch his hot load into her. She sighed, dropped the gun and kissed him.
She slid off, scooped up his things and backed away. “Wait...what’s your name?” he called out as she turned and ran.

Tuesday, 28 May 2013

Multiple Personalities...

Writing has awakened many things in me, my creativity, my love of reading has come back, my love of observing human interactions and my interest in stories, and the constant filing away of small details to be used later on. The biggest thing that writing has done is develop a type of multiple personality disorder! I get so involved with my novels and my characters, that occasionally (and more frequently) I will hear snatches of a conversation or pick up the thought from a book I'm working on. It's a bizarre phenomenon and completely unexpected. Just this weekend I was planting a small garden on our front lawn (grow food, not laws!!), I walked to the back deck to retrieve some tomato plants, and in my mind's eye I was seeing the garden one of my characters from "Reverse Cowgirl" planted. It was juxtaposed against our space, but I could clearly see it planned out and growing. Very strange.

Just this morning I overheard a brief conversation between two of my characters from a work in progress, "Like Falling". I almost felt as though I was eavesdropping. It is truly the strangest sensation, hearing this, then scrambling for a notepad to write down what they were talking about.

I've always had an excellent imagination, little did I know there were these personalities bubbling beneath the surface just waiting for the opportunity to emerge. I just hope if one of them takes over, she's sexy and rich. :)

Thursday, 23 May 2013

Pimpin Ain't Easy...aka It's Hard Out There for a Pimp...

It's true, it's really true! Virginia and I started this whole book writing thing a few months back thinking that writing the book would be the hard part. Not so much, the hard part, as it turns out, is giving stuff away! We are so over saturated in our culture with free stuff, gadgets and advertising that our attempts to give away free stuff has gone over like a lead balloon. It's strange and frustrating and completely against anything I've ever encountered.

So fuck the free shit, sign up for the contest or not, I'm here to write, to meet people and to have a good fucking time. So bring on the sex gifs!!

Monday, 20 May 2013



Jaden and I are hosting a KILLER FUCKING GIVEAWAY and we can't get anybody to pay attention.  We're giving away a Kindle Paperwhite and DoDo Cover as soon as we hit a shit-ton of facebook page likes.  Or whenever we get tired of begging people to play.  So, please, for the love of all that is smut and chocolate, click the fricking link and enter to win.


Happy Victoria Day!

It's a stat holiday here in Canadaland. This means I get to spend the day relaxing with my family, aka, wait on them hand and foot, cook and clean and miss out on my alone time. *sigh*

To keep myself entertained, I came up to my bedroom to share my favorite Victorian naughtiness with you. Contrary to popular believe, they were nasty, horny, sex obsessed creatures with few taboos. With no further ado, I present to you Victorian porn:

Exerpt from The Pearl, volume 10.

I was so much taken with the lusty Marie, Julien’s mistress, her immense large titties, her extraordinary large hips and thighs, above all her beautiful cunt, which was covered up and hidden in a most luxuriant growth of jet black hair, which hung down fully eight inches long, and from out of which peeped two large red pouting lips, which looked most temptingly luscious, that I proposed we should each, after our first bathe, change mistresses, so that each one should have enjoyed the mistresses of the other two.

To this my cousins consented – with it the girls were much pleased as Manette was very anxious to have me once more bury myself within the juicy folds and recesses of her cunt; and Marie was also very willing, as she had whispered to me while examining her, telling me that although she was large she had a little cunt, but that Julien’s prick was too small to give her much pleasure when he was in her; that mine was nearly twice as large as his, and she was sure that if I would consent to try her, I would like her much better than Rose.

I now led the way into the brook, leading Rose by the hand, the others following us. Once in, we played and sportively wantoned in the water, playing all manner of tricks, plunging them in over head and ears, and provoking them in every possible way, and under pretence of washing our fair partners, we gave our hands every liberty, going over every part, the breast, squeezing and moulding their titties, their soft bellies, rubbing their thighs, their cunts, and all other parts; the girls at the same time going over us in pretty much the same manner.

As we thus stood in the water, which was only about waist deep, our engines erect, and in good working condition, with my arm around Rose’s waist, I tried to insert the nozzle of my engine into the mouth of her water-tight furnace, for the purpose of putting out the fire which was raging within it, but could not succeed, as we were unable to support one another.

My attention was drawn to a considerable splashing I heard, and on looking round I perceived that Raoul and Julien had laid their nymphs down on the edge of the water, their heads resting on the bank, and had got into them in that manner, the motions of their backsides and bellies coming together making the water fly all over them.

This was an example set before us, which Rose and I could not resist, so leading her out of the water we sat down on the grass, under the shade of a tree, there setting her across my thighs, her legs lapping around my backside, her soft, beautiful white belly rubbing against mine. I dallied with her ruby-nippled titties, firm and springing to the touch, with one hand, while with the other I was trying to make out the entrance to the harbour of love, in order to make room for my masterpiece of nature, that stood reared up between her thighs, and pressed hard against her belly, as if demanding admittance and shelter within the soft and luscious sheath, which nature had so bountifully supplied to a woman, and of which Rose possessed a most lovely specimen. She in a fit of humour affected to elude my efforts to gain entrance into her, trying to protract the desire she was wishing for, but managing her manoeuvers so that they made the fire which was burning in us rage fiercer, and redoubled my excitement.

I covered her with burning kisses, and her eyes shot forth humid fires, and, languishing, seemed to melt beneath the long dark silken lashes which half concealed them. We rolled and twined about on the green sward, locked in each other’s arms, till I at last got her under, with my knees between her thighs, and I was soon fairly into her, while she, feeling the dart of love entering into the very depths of the retreat, gave up, and lay at my mercy. But the fight growing fiercer and fiercer, she soon brought me to a crisis, at the same time paying down her own tribute to man.



A contributor wishes to remonstrate against the practice of a very nice young lady friend of his, who treats her quim as if it was a baby’s arse. He says, “A nice cunt is a delicious thing to suck, but damn the violet powder, which dries up all the natural juiciness!”

Excerpt is from “Memoirs of a Young Rakehell” by Guillaume Apollinaire.

And with that she took her leave. That evening, after having eaten a hearty dinner, I took some wine, ham and dessert back with me to my room. The chateau was soon asleep. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Madame Muller came in. My heart was beating like a triphammer. I embraced her, and gave her a French kiss, which she returned. I undressed quickly and showed her my prick in a most presentable condition.

“Don’t get so excited,” she warned, “or we’ll waken the whole house and set the tongues to wagging.”

She bolted the door. I fastened her mound in a tight grip, and found it slightly swollen, and her clitoris extremely hard. I stripped her down to her petticoat, and lifted it high. Seeing her dressed you’d have taken her for thin, but she wasn’t in the least. In fact if anything she was on the fleshy side. Her dark pubic hair, I noticed, climbed all the way up to her navel.

She must just have washed, for her Lady Jane was odorless. Then I stripped her completely and was amazed to find how firm her breasts were. They were only moderately large, and her nipples were set in a small field of light brown hair.

Lifting her breasts, I saw that she also had some short, fine black hairs underneath. Her armpits were likewise covered with hair as thick as a man’s.

What surprised me most as I examined her more closely, were her well raised buttocks, whose cheeks were set close together. Along her backbone ran a fine line of black hair, from top to bottom. The sight of all this healthy fleece caused John Thomas to harden even more.

I ripped off my nightshirt and straddled the lovely creature, whose rhythmic movements set my pickle slapping back and forth against her belly.

We were in such a position that we could clearly see ourselves in the mirror. I led her toward the bed, where she sat down and said: “I know you want to see all of me.” She raised her legs and displayed her hairy cunt right up to her pot hole. I immediately set to tonguing her, and lingered at the task for quite some time. Her lips began to swell. When I went to insert my tool, she laughed and said: “Not like that. Get on the bed.”

I asked her to please use the familiar “thou” form with me, and to allow me to do the same with her.

I got onto the bed. She climbed on top of me and I thus had her whole beautiful body before my eyes. She told me to play with her boobies. Then she grasped my prick, paraded it awhile against her love lips, and at the same time asked me to be sure not to come inside her. Then she suddenly shoved my tool in right up to the ballbearings. She was riding me so strenuously that it was almost painful. Round about that time she came, and I could feel all the warmth of her cunt, hear her heaving sighs, and see her eyes roll back in her head.

Realizing that I was also on the point of coming, she got quickly to her feet.

“Hold on a minute, young fellow, my lad,” she said in a voice still trembling with emotion, “I know still another that’ll satisfy you without making me pregnant.”

She turned round; her buttocks were now facing me. She bent down and took my prick in her mouth. I followed her example and began tonguing her love lips, lapping up the female love-juice which tasted like a raw egg. She stepped up the play of her tongue against my glans, and with one hand she tickled my balls and buttocks, while with the other she gripped my penis.

I stiffened with pleasure. She thrust my prick as far in her mouth as possible. Her most secret parts were staring me full in the face. I seized her buttocks, and plunged my tongue into her pothole. I lost control of myself and ejaculated in her mouth.

When I recovered from my momentary rapture, she was lying beside me and had pulled the blankets up over us. She was caressing me, thanking me for the pleasure I had given her, and asked me if I had enjoyed it as much as she.

I had to admit that I had enjoyed that position even more than normal coitus. And then I asked her why she hadn’t let me come inside her, since she was married.

“For that very reason,” she said. “My husband is impotent, and can tell whenever I cheat on him. Oh, God in Heaven! what I have to put up with from that man!”

I asked her to tell me all about it. She said that her husband could get an erection only if she beat him with a rod until she drew blood.

She likewise had to let him strike her, but only with his hand, and now she was so used to it that she enjoyed it more than it hurt her. He also made her peepee and shit in his presence, so eager was he not to miss a trick. And he got especially worked up when she had her periods.

After she had struck him fifty or even a hundred times, she had to hurry and slip his half-erect member inside, for otherwise it fell limp, except when she licked his buttocks or let him lick her between the toes. Whenever that happened he was able to keep a good hard on, but all these things were pretty disagreeable.

“And on top of all that,” she concluded, “the old rascal spends all his time in church.”

Her story had aroused the flagging spirits of my John Thomas. Madame Muller had hastened the resurrection by tickling my balls. She had me get between her legs, and turned over on her side. She scissored my buttocks with her legs, so that we were both lying on our sides, face to face. It was a good position, allowing us to lie closely interlaced, and at the same time leaving her titties exposed to my tongue.

I was holding her cunt, which the bout of pleasure had caused to narrow, with my hand. Both of us thrust our fingers into the other’s arse-hole. I let my prick slide softly into her cunt, and began to rock as before, sucking her nipples all the while.

I kept my finger moving in her throbbing arse-hole. She came a second time with a cry of delight. She had taken hold of my balls from behind and was squeezing them so tightly that she hurt me, and I had to ask her to let them go.

After having caressed me gently, she turned her head toward the pillow, so that her magnificent buttocks were prominently displayed. I had her rise to her knees and lift her buttocks high. I sent a wad of spit flying into her pothole, and thrust my prick in easily. At each stroke I felt my balls bounce off her buttock cheeks.

She kept telling me how good it felt. I could touch her hairy cunt with one hand and fondle her breasts with the other. Just as I was about to come I started to withdraw but she contracted her buttock muscles around my glans, and I ejaculated squarely into her arse-hole. Afterwards she told me that that was the first time she’d done it that way, and that, although it had hurt in the beginning, in the end she’d enjoyed it.

Feeling my prick harden in her buttocks hole, her sensual forces had awakened and she had had another orgasm at the same time as mine.

“But that’s about enough for today,” she decided, smiling.

Porn novel excerpts taken from

Images from Those Naughty Victorians.

Saturday, 18 May 2013

Mind Fuck

So a couple of years ago I watched an AMC series called "The Killing". The only thing I really knew about it was that the series was filmed close to my home in Vancouver, and my hubs hated the crew clogging up the streets. Such was life in Vancouver though.

So I enjoyed a couple of seasons, then a few months ago I stumbled across the actor Joel Kinnaman. He plays an ex junkie cop on the show, a garden variety sleaze bag, nothing noticable. Until I found out he's mother fucking Swedish and mother fucking HOT!

So another share, the delicious man "I'm kinda glad we moved out of the city or I'd be stalking the set daily" candy from The Killing, and apparently the new Robocop:


[caption id="" align="alignnone" width="500"] On The Killing...not so hot.[/caption]

[caption id="" align="alignnone" width="500"] His face beard should meet my vagina beard.[/caption]


Happy Saturday night....

So I was wondering what all the hype is about James Deen, porn actor, at the moment. I decided to look him up.




My gift to you on this Saturday night.


[caption id="" align="alignnone" width="480"] It's all about the hair.[/caption]


I am fucking obsessed....

Years ago when I was much dirtier than I am now, I was gifted this lovely series of three bondage photographs. I had them for quite some time, but gave them to a friend when I moved a long distance and was downsizing.


I need to find one of them, or even the photographer. I've been pouring over google images trying to come up with the one I want, but nothing so far.


I've found these though, and they're lovely, but not the one I want...




I had the best idea...

The absolute best idea of my life, at about 3AM. I laid in bed thinking about it, how it would fit into my WIP and make it the most revolutionary, world altering new adult novel the world has seen.


I didn't write it down.


I was positive I was going to remember it.




I deserve a spanking today. I should know better, always fucking write it down!


Friday, 17 May 2013

Friday night...

I'm writing and preparing some things for our other business. Nothing sexy, the writing is, but the other business isn't. This is sexy though...

ANOTHER social media site

ANOTHER social media site

Another social media site that I'm going to have to keep up with.  I don't know how people do it.  I've only sold three books and I already need to hire an assistant.


I'm a hypochondriac, I've always been a hypochondriac.  But I swear something serious is wrong with me.  I'll keep you posted, unless the doctor has me committed, in which case, I'll see you when I see you.

Anyway, I just spent two hours at my son's school and HOLY MOTHERFUCK.  I wish I'd have talked to these other parents earlier in the year, before I was convinced my kid needed therapy and would never make it out of the jungle we call the Texas Public School System.  Apparently his teacher thinks all of her students need counseling, and it would have been nice to know that months ago.

My brain is fried today.  No more ladies nights on weekdays. 

I need sex.  I'll be back later.

That awkward moment...

When you're 60,000 words into writing a book when another one takes over!

Yup, I started yet another book. It popped into my head and refuses to go away.

I'm going with it though, it's a fucking fantastic story!

Here's a pic to keep you warm and wanting...

Thursday, 16 May 2013

I more...

I rather like this.

And a good evening to all...

I'm off to write, then shag my hubs. I'll leave you all with this...

We want to give you stuff...

Just for liking us. Like that loser you dated in high school because he had a car and drove you and your friends to McDonald's for lunch. We're that desperate.

Like us, get free shit.

[caption id="attachment_51" align="alignnone" width="300"]Like us, get free shit. As easy as a drunk cheerleader on prom night. Like us, get free shit. As easy as a drunk cheerleader on prom night.[/caption]

Fucking Awesome

Haters guide to other parents. Nailed it. Again and again and again. Fuck I hate other parents so damned much. I especially hate parents from school who think it would be totes awesome to hang out because we happened to squeeze out our precious womb droppings in the same year. I also hate moms in this small town who give me the up and down oh no she didn't stare because I'm as old as fuck compared to them. Uh, sorry, I didn't feel the need to breed at age sixteen so I could start collecting welly.

Love this! Other parents fucking suck!

Translation: Have More Butt Sex?

Translation: Have More Butt Sex?

I'm waiting for my husband to read this so he can interpret it as, "Have butt sex, even if you don't want to, it will make you hornier in the end."

Rippin' It.

Rippin' It.

Okay, seriously, I'm going to do laundry now. I just had to share this one, in the spirit of our recent "pull my hair" theme.

No Reason...

I just like this gif.

Carry on.

[caption width="500" align="alignnone"] Fuck yes. Yes.[/caption]

Throbbing Thursday

I need to write today. I need to write. I'm horny but I need to write. I need to get these two characters in bed, fucking like rabid animals, and I'm almost there...they are literally 500 words from fucking. It's like this gif, you are just dying for that delicious cock to pop out, you will it to pop out, but it never does. I've been looping their first sex scene around in my head for a week now, and it's reached a fevered level of frustration. But we're going to do it today...I swear. Almost there...

[caption id="" align="alignnone" width="500"] Come on...pull it out already![/caption]