Nadlee’s Confessions – Kevin Brought A Little Heat

NOT SAFE FOR WORK (Like they ever are)!

My confession this week is I love sex. I like sexy things. I like flirting. I like naughty laundry. I like that exclusive bond. I like touching and … We all know what we get from sex. I won’t bore you with details you’re already familiar with. This week, I’m in a hurry to tell you about Kevin. But, we get feelings and sensations from sex that we don’t get from any other activity we do. You don’t have an orgasm from sitting. You don’t have an orgasm from eating dinner. You don’t have an orgasm from standing. You don’t get to have one from walking either – though if I could have an orgasm from walking, I’d be walking around the globe, all the time. I’d get some water shoes so I could walk across the oceans. I would be a walking machine. That’s actually a funny thought. Can you imagine seeing someone walking and thinking, “Oh, I know what he/she is doing right now. That dirty rascal!” That would be a humorous world. But, anyway, I digress. My point is, sex is a deliberate activity involving one part of your anatomy that creates a sensation that feels really incredible and you can’t get that feeling from just anything. I like it a great deal. Nympho? Eh! No need to slap a technical term on it. I just like to get my grind on. And, it’s especially fun when there is a man that can make it exciting and fun. No one wants to add sex to a chore list. I don’t get excited by scheduled sex, at all. Unless it’s done in a fun way. “At 9:05, we are going to have sex.” Stupid! “At 9:05, I’m going to be there and I’m about to put the hurt on you.” Sexier. See? I’m looking forward to 9:05. That sounds dangerous and fun.

Anyway, I am having a hard time making my confession fun this week because I have to tell you about Kevin! The last time we talked, Kevin was damn near having a mental breakdown. I was concerned that he was going to bust a spring, or have a stroke, or some other horrible response. Remember? He wasn’t loving that I had turned him into a “porn star.” I could see his point. To be fair, I should’ve told him that he was the featured star in my stories. Is it bad that it just never occurred to me? So, anyway, here we go. Time to get your weekend cranking with the sexy!

After Kevin left, it was quiet. By quiet, I mean he didn’t text, he didn’t call, and he didn’t come visit me on his dinner break. Granted it was the middle of the night before he went in service. But, I didn’t even get a “Good morning!” text, which had become common place. I was afraid he was never going to speak to me again.

I waited until around noon. I wanted to be first on his list for his attention when he was done working. So, I sent him a text message.

Are you still mad?

I waited, clinging to my phone like it was the air I needed to survive. There was nothing. No pinging sounds. No vibrations. Just nothing.

Forty five minutes passed. I was getting antsy because I knew Kevin should have been off work for at least half an hour. His silence was breaking my heart. He was really pissed at me. I was working myself up into defense mode. I decided he was a baby. I changed his name for the story. He was being unreasonable. He could deny any part of the story he wanted and only two people would know what was true and what wasn’t. He was being ridiculous.

Then, there was a knock on my door that would forever change the future of this story. I went to the door and peeped through the peep hole. There he was! I ripped the door open and practically jumped on him. I threw my arms around his neck, hugging him with everything I had. He had a brown paper bag in his hand as he hugged his arms around my waist. He shoved his way inside, pushing me along in his current of movement.

He kicked the door shut and spun me around, pressing me against the door with his body, his rapid breath rushing over my skin as he lowered his mouth to mine. His tongue flicked my lips a few times before it swept past my lips and into my mouth. I was tangled up in a wave of sudden, erotic, lustful passion. His mouth moved from my lips, down my jawline to my neck. He dropped the bag in his hand to the floor. Before I could blink, he gripped my breasts in his hands, squeezing and massaging as his hungry mouth sucked on my neck and my shoulders.

“I missed you,” I offered as I cradled his head in my hand.

He never slowed down. He put his fingers inside the collar of my tank top and ripped his hand down, tearing my shirt, exposing my bare chest. He kissed along my collarbone, and down to my tits. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. Cupping my tit in his hand, his tongue circled my pebbled nipple before he took it in his mouth, sucking as he flicked it with his tongue. I felt his teeth against my flesh as he nipped my erect nipple. I felt a flood of heat washing straight to my pussy. My panties were dampening more and more by the second. He sucked on my nipple again, biting down a little harder. This time, he dragged his teeth over it as he moved from one tit to the other. I drew a deep breath from the painful pleasure. His hands squeezed and massaged my tits as his mouth toyed with my aching buds.

He stood up and stared down into my eyes as he pressed the heel of his hand against the wall beside my head. His beautiful blue eyes conveyed exactly what his intentions were. His chest rose and fell as he stared into me.

“Tell me where the limits are,” he snapped.

“What? What limits?” I asked, sincere in my question.

“No limits? Mm, babe! None of you can handle me in a story with no limits.”

I giggled. “Are we telling a story?”

“Nope!” he said as he lowered his head, flicking his tongue across my lips. “It won’t be a story. It will be the truth.”

He pressed his body against mine, pinning me to the wall as his fingers pinched my nipples and tugged at them. A devious smile crossed his face as he stared at me. He had this cocky look in his eyes.

“You better set some boundaries.”

“I’m not scared of you,” I tried to sound brave, swallowing the lump in my throat.

“Uh-huh!” he said as he smirked at me.

He slowly shook his head as his fingers slid down my body to my hips. He put his hands inside the waist of my jeans and without even attempting to undo them, he clenched his jaw and forced them off of my hips. My heart raced as I drew a staggered breath.

“Still not scared?”

“Should I be?”

“Oh, yes, ma’am!” he breathed, nodding, his gaze still focused on me. “Limits?”

“Don’t beat, choke, electrocute, drown or kill me. No strange showers or other…”

“O…K!” His eyes blinked rapidly and his brow furrowed as though he were disgusted. “My limits?” he asked with a sigh. “You tell this story, exactly as it happens. After this story, I do not want any part of our relationship – sexual or otherwise – to be written, unless I get to have a say before it gets put out there. That is a hard limit.”

“I’m really sorry. I…”

“I really don’t care if you’re sorry,” he interrupted. “Do we have an understanding? Yes or no?”


“Good!” he snapped as he dragged his finger along my chin.

His eyes shifted to my shoulders as his hands pushed the torn tank top off of me. His eyes locked on mine again as a devious smile widened his lips. He winked and lowered his body, kneeling in front of me.

He pulled my jeans down the rest of the way and I stepped out of them. His hand raised, pressing against my abdomen, holding me against the door. He brought his mouth to my pussy and started flicking my clit with his tongue. His soft, warm lips caressed me as he kissed my swollen sex. His fingers traced up and down the backside of my calves for a few seconds as his mouth teased me. He pulled my leg, attempting to lift it off the floor. I stood on my other foot and gave in, allowing him to put my leg over his shoulder. His fingers caressed my thigh as he pressed his determined mouth against me, harder than before. I felt his tongue moving in a circular motion as he gently sucked on my pussy. The stubble from his face brushed over my sensitive skin. It felt rougher, wilder and hot as hell. He pressed his hand against my ass, driving my hips forward, forcing my pussy to his mouth and encouraging me to grind against him. I tangled my fingers in his hair, gently pulling as I rocked my hips. Apparently, that did something for him. He started sucking harder and his tongue moved faster. He slapped his hand against my ass, gripping my cheek in his palm, as his fingertips dug into me. I felt my orgasm building. I craved him. I wanted to be filled.

“I want you,” I whispered

He shrugged my leg off his shoulder, grabbed the bag from the floor as he stood and guided me to the back of the sofa. He kissed me, sucking my lower lip into his mouth and gently biting it between his teeth before he released it.

“I’ve got enough condoms for an army,” he said as he waved the bag before tossing it down on the cushions. “And, I’m off for the next seventy-two hours. We can play this game for days.”

He nodded and pursed his lips as he stepped closer to me, staring down into my eyes. He lowered his mouth to my ear. The sound of his quick, shallow breath echoed as it rushed past my ear. Then, he whispered.

“I want to make you want me.” He lifted his head and smiled at me as he winked.

“I already want you,” I reassured him.

“Spread your legs. I wasn’t done.”

He interlaced his fingers in mine and softly kissed me. He released my hand and wedged his body between my legs, nudging them apart. His fingers caressed my pussy as he looked at me and smiled.

“You get so fucking wet.”

Our eyes were locked as he sank a finger inside of my throbbing pussy. That wasn’t what I was craving, and judging from the smirk on his face, he knew that wouldn’t be enough. He buried his finger as deep as it would go and started swirling it in a circle.

“Tell me what you want,” he smiled.

“You know what I want.”

“I know I do. Tell me anyway. You like to talk dirty for everyone else. Do it for me.”

“I want your cock.”

“Mmm. Do you? What do you want with my cock?”

“I want to feel it inside me.”

“Inside where?”

“You need me to tell you?” I giggled. I stared into his eyes and called up every ounce of confidence I could muster. “I want you to take your hard, throbbing cock and fuck my dripping wet pussy. I want you to fuck me hard.”

He smiled his devious smile as he continued fingering me. “So, you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes!” I breathed. Something about his boldness felt intimidating, but exciting.

“What if I want to put my cock up your pretty little ass?” he asked as he gripped my ass with his free hand, squeezing and massaging. “You want me to do that?”

I gasped. “My, my, my! Aren’t we in a mood?”

He hummed his agreement, lowering his head to nuzzle my neck. I raked my fingers through his hair, gently pulling it since that got to him before. His finger kept moving in and out of me as his lips moved over my collarbone again. My breasts rose and fell with my rapid breath. I felt a lump in my throat, again. I tried to choke it down. This fever he was causing drove me insane.

“You’re making me so fucking hard,” he muttered against my skin.

I attempted to reach for his bulge, but he pushed my hand away.

“C’mon, now! I’ll give it to you…when I’m ready.”

I felt another finger slide inside me. His lips kissed my neck as he pumped his hand back and forth. I moaned, wanting him now more than ever. His thumb brushed over my clit and my hips bucked, trying to press against his touch.

“You like that?” he asked in his cocky tone.

“Yes!” I admitted. He knew I did. There was no point in lying.

He withdrew his fingers, dragging them forward, spreading my wetness to my clit. His touch was rough this time. The mood had taken on that wild, primal energy. He pressed the heel of his hand over my clit, pressing against me and rubbing his hand in a circle. His tongue swept between my lips and stroked my tongue.

“Mm, Kevin,” I breathed around our kiss. I felt my orgasm building.

“Don’t cum,” he breathed as he applied more pressure and moved his hand faster.

“You’re going to make me cum.”

He stopped rubbing me and put two fingers on my swollen lips. He squeezed his fingers together, pinching my clit between them. I dug my fingers into his shoulders. With my clit between his fingers, he slowly pulled his hand away. That sensation felt like flashes of pleasure – like lightening, but good lightening. Really good!

“Oh, yeah! I want your cock…right now!”

He smiled as his tongue slid across his lower lip. He squinted and shook his head. “Nah! Not yet.”

“What? You tease! Yes, yet!” I countered, sounding demanding and needy.

His fingers curled around my mound, massaging me, his touch becoming smoother from my wetness. I felt like every part of my existence was centered around my silky, smooth pussy. Kevin had become my life breath and the center of my every desire. I bumped my hips upward, desperately yearning for that moment when the achy craving would be replaced with absolute euphoric contentment. Again, I reached for his crotch, wanting to persuade him to play with me. He didn’t push me away. He hugged his arms around my shoulders, putting his mouth by my ear, again.

“You feel how bad I want you?” he softly asked as I massaged him through his jeans.

He stepped back, dropping his arms off of my shoulders and pushing my hand away from him. He spun me around as though I was a rag doll. His hand slid between my legs, and rubbed my clit. He rested his chest against my back.

“Do you want to add any limits to your list?”

“No,” I answered, smiling at him over my shoulder.

His hands firmly gripped my ass, massaging and spreading my cheeks. His right hand released my cheek and he moved my silky wetness up my crack. Once he had my hole sufficiently lubricated, he pressed his finger against my tight opening. His other hand greedily squeezed and pulled at my other cheek. There was more pressure as his finger pushed a little harder against me. There was a firm pressure just before his finger slowly penetrated my hole.

He drew a deep breath, pulling my ass cheek, watching his finger as he gently slid it in and out of me. I reached behind me, attempting to stroke his cock. He started moving his hand faster. When I moaned, he used his free hand to unfasten his jeans. With one hand, he stroked his cock while he fingered my ass with his other hand.

“Fuck! I can’t wait anymore,” he exhaled.

He took his finger out of me, and in a flash, he pulled his shirt over his head. He pushed his jeans down his hips and stepped closer to me. I felt the tip of his cock teasing my pussy. To my surprise, he quickly thrust inside me, rapidly pumping back and forth a few times. Then, he withdrew himself and guided his cock to my asshole. He teased my opening a few times before he pressed the head of his hard cock against my hole. I gasped and held my breath as I felt him enter me. The way his breath hitched as he sank his cock in deeper, only made it hotter. He was being as gentle as his patience would allow. His hands pulled my cheeks apart, his cock moving in deeper as I bent over the back of the sofa. He backed his hips back a little before driving into me again. He gripped my hips and lowered his body on mine.

“Are you sure you don’t want to add any limits?”

“I’m sure.”

He lifted his body off mine and pumped his hips a few times. His thrusts were gentle and slow, at first, anyway. When he was content that I was ready to go, he started bucking a little more wildly. His hands latched on to my hips and ripping me back into him as he thrust forward. It didn’t take either of us very long to reach orgasm. I reached behind me, digging my fingers into his thighs. I felt his teeth drag over my shoulder, not enough to break skin, but enough to remind me of one thing; he was pissed…and I loved every second of it. It seems that blowing off some steam would’ve settled him down a little. This time, he was different. This time, if I insisted on telling you a story, he intended to make it worth your time. After he nailed me against the back of the sofa, he withdrew himself, slapping his hand against my bare ass. He put his mouth to my ear.

“Just wait. I’ve got all kinds of plans for you.”

He sounded menacing enough. He pushed his body away from mine and I heard him walking away. I spun around to see him walking down the hallway.

“Just where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m going to see how long it takes you to come join me in the shower.”

To be continued…


Nadlee’s Confessions – The End of Kevin?

My confession: I love sexy things. I like to make others feel sexy. If I have fun in a hot, steamy situation, I feel it might be a good thing to write about. If I can reconstruct my feelings and inspire you to feel the same way, then, that should be good, right? We all benefit. Every now and then, there is a hiccup in my plan. So, this week, my confession is that I might be in a heap of trouble. We’ll just have to see. But, here’s what happened that led me to this point…

After Kevin went down on me and let me watch him jack off, we went to the shower. We were well on our way to our next sexy moment. Time was ticking and pretty soon, my naughty playmate was going to have to transform into the brave Sergeant Carsyn. So, I was attempting to make sure he went with a smile on his face.

As we played with each other in the water stream, he kissed me and asked the question that rerouted where we were headed. He brushed the wet strands of hair over my shoulder. He pressed his lips to mine once again. Then, he tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.

“So, what exactly is it that you write? It’s like love stories, right?”

I smiled and sarcastically, I offered, “Uh, yeah! Sort of.”

“Is it all that sappy stuff? I kind of want to read something you write. But, I don’t want to be a prick if it’s all roses and warm fuzzy, crazy, impossible stuff. Like if there’s some realism to it, I could probably hang. But, that fake – no  way in hell – make every real man look like an ass – type stuff, I don’t want to read it.”

I bit my lip as I giggled. “No! Uh… Actually, my stories are inspired by a very real man.”

“Oh yeah? Should I be jealous?”

“Um, no! I think you’d be OK with it.”

“Alright, I’m curious. I want to see what you do. Can I read something?”

“Sure,” I smiled with a nod.

He turned the water off and started bailing out of the tub. He was suddenly in a hurry. I was touched because he had an interest in seeing what I did. That was cute to me. But, right that very second?

“You’re a spaz! You have to see it right now?”

“Unless you don’t want me to. Lynzee tells me you write one hell of a story. I want to see what you write. It’s kind of shitty that you support me in my career. I don’t know enough about what you do to support you. All I know is I don’t want to be on the outside while everyone else is on the inside, where I should be. Ya know? I’m feeling lovey and mushy. Show me.”

“OK, but don’t get a big ego or turn into a jerk.”

A look of confusion crossed his face. “Why would I do that?”

“Did Lynzee tell you about the stories?”

“She just said that they’re really good,” he shrugged. “I didn’t push her for any details. I decided I could show an interest and be supportive by asking you directly,” he smiled.

“Well, you’re kind of the inspiration for one of my characters.”

“Really? Let me read it,” he smiled. “That’s kind of cool. I’ve never inspired art before.”

“Do you know what ‘erotica’ is?”

“It sounds dirty. Sounds like fun,” he smiled. “Or am I just being a pervert?”

“No. Actually, you’re pretty close.”

“You write dirty stories?” he chuckled. “You’re bad!”

“So are you. These stories wouldn’t be as hot without you.”

He nervously laughed. “I hope you’re kidding…I think.”

“I changed the character’s name, but you’ll recognize him,” I offered as I woke my computer so I could show him the “Kevin” stories.

“Oh great! And, Lynzee has read these stories?”

“She finds them entertaining.”

I opened the first story and offered him a seat in my writing chair. He turned my computer on the ottoman so he could see it and he hugged my waist, dragging me from the arm of the chair to his leg. He smiled at me, winking as he shifted his attention to the computer screen.

I watched his eyes move from side to side as he absorbed the words on the page. A smile turned up the edges of his mouth from time to time as he read certain things. He glanced at my face.

“I didn’t inspire this character. I am this character,” he proudly said. “But, I thought I you said ‘Dave.’ How did ‘Kevin’ happen? Why not a cool name, like Balthazar or something?”

“Don’t be critical or you can’t read it.”

He commented about various things in the description. He laughed at the “sexy job” part of the story and rolled his eyes. With a scoff, he shook his head.

“Yeah! It’s sexy when drunk people want to fight, or someone thinks they can fly… You’re crazy, girl!”

He returned to reading. Again, he commented about various things as he read the story. He was happy. It was like a documentary of our relationship. He was impressed. He was proud of me and assured me it was a compelling story. He continued to read.

“You kiss and tell? Lynzee read that? Or did you hide that part?”

“Are you embarrassed?”

“No. Just…you kiss and tell. You’re lucky I didn’t know that then. You’d still be waiting for a kiss,” he teased.

I suddenly felt like I was overheating. If he was worried about a kiss, he was about to flip out. I felt nervous. He joked about the kissing part, but in a serious sort of way. He was forgiving, but it was almost like a “don’t do it again,” kind of thing.

Don’t ask me why, but it never occurred to me that I should ask him about writing our story. I was just telling a story. I changed his name. So, I didn’t think anything of it. But, now, he was starting to squirm as he sat in my chair. His smile and happiness were becoming more of a nervous, anxious energy.

“OK, now you know what I do,” I said as I attempted to close the monitor.

He quickly put his hand in the way, keeping me from closing the computer. “No, no, no!” he said with a chuckle. “I want to read this. You didn’t go that far, did you?”

“Its for us girls. Guys don’t want to read this. You don’t want to read this.”

“Oh, I think maybe I do.”

“Kevin, maybe not. I didn’t think…”

“Mmhmm…” he hummed absently as his eyes continued to move back and forth, studying the words sprawled across the screen.

He pursed his lips as he stared at the monitor with a look of horror on his face. His eyes shifted from the monitor to me. There was an incredulous look in his eyes and he drew a deep breath. His eyes returned to the computer screen. He scrolled down to keep reading the story. He lifted his hand and covered his mouth as he read.

“Oh…no!” he sighed.

He closed his eyes and turned his head away from me. He leaned back against the back of the chair. His finger pointed to the computer.

“Is this it? Is this all there is?”


“What else is there?”

“You get the idea, right?”

“Oh no you don’t. Show me the rest of it.”

“Are you mad?”

“I don’t know. I feel like I’m burning from the inside. Where’s the rest of it?” he asked impatiently.

As I brought up the other segments, he scrolled through them. Some parts he read more closely than others. He swallowed hard as he studied the computer screen. He pointed to one section.

“I don’t recall saying that. I don’t remember what I said. But, then, I wasn’t recording everything so I could go tell everyone about it, either. So, you might be right. I might’ve said that.”

“I’m sorry if I’ve upset you. I changed your name. No one knows it’s you.”

“You don’t think so?” he blasted. “I don’t think the people out in the way beyond lands know. But, I think the people we have in common that read this know exactly who ‘Kevin’ is. Lynzee knows. Lynzee has to know. Kim. Kim reads this, too. She surely knows.”

“They don’t know which parts are made up. It’s not like I remembered every detail or every single word. I had to fill in some parts. It’s a story. They don’t have to know it’s about you.”

“Really now? Do you often meet guys at Lynzee’s barbecues? Maybe I’m a bigger jackass than I thought. You’ve been telling people this – all of this? Why would you do that? You want people to know what you do in the bedroom? Erotica? Yeah! It all makes sense, now. What a dummy I am. I wanted to support you. I had no idea. I wish I still had no idea. I was so much happier a few minutes ago.”

“Kevin, it’s fiction. It’s fun. You can own as much as you want. You can deny as much as you want, too.”

He pursed his lips. “I want to deny that I ever went to that barbecue. I want to deny that I ever met you. I want to deny all of this,” he said as he flipped his finger toward the computer screen. “I thought we were working on something for real. I didn’t realize you just needed someone to use for a story. I wouldn’t have played along with that, had I known. Can you excuse me? I need to get up.”

“Hold on. I didn’t use you for a story. Wait a minute. Do you mean that? You regret meeting me?”

“Yes. I have to deal with journalists writing stories every day. I can’t do anything about those stories. But, this? I can put a screeching halt to this bullshit. I never wanted to be a character in your story. Can you get off of me, please.”

“Kevin, what are you doing?”

“I don’t know. I’m a little embarrassed right now. I need to go home and get ready for work. Do you have any idea how many local people follow this story? Are they all looking at me, knowing what I do behind closed doors? Do these people know?”

“It’s not like that. They don’t know.”

He sighed and bobbed his head. “OK. Well, I’m going to head out. Jump up. Let me up.”

I slid off his leg, watching the bumbling ball of nerves my cocky, confident “Kevin” had suddenly become. My stomach sank and I felt like the world’s worst girlfriend. I watched him as he quickly threw his clothes on. When he started for my front door, I reached for his arm.

“Are you not speaking to me anymore?”

“What? Yeah. No. I mean, I’m just kind of freaking out a little bit right now. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with that.” he said as he raised his arm, pointing toward my bedroom. “I don’t know what you’re doing or what I am to you. I feel like I just got played in the worst way. Were you playing? You asked me if we were friends with benefits. I told you I was trying to be more than that. But, now I feel like I was the only one with that thought. I feel a little silly.”

“I’m not playing you. No one knows how much of that is true and how much of it is made up. You don’t have to own any of that.”

“Yeah, but I know the truth. See? Lynzee has seen your story. I don’t want to go around her, now. Kim reads that. Kim’s fucking horny all the time as it is. I don’t need her thinking… All of that sex stuff was just for you. I didn’t know it was being piped to the whole world. If I had known that, I could’ve given you a real story to tell. I would’ve brought these fucking walls down. I could’ve given you a really good story.” He laughed sarcastically. “What an idiot! I should’ve known better. Oh, but I thought it was real. I’m a dumb ass.”

“It was real, Kevin. It is real. I don’t want you to go away.”

“I know. I read that I’m the best oral sex you’ve ever had. Who wants to lose that? Especially when you’re a dirty story teller. Fuck!”

“I love you. It doesn’t matter what you read, my feelings haven’t changed.”

“I’m not sure I ever understood what your feelings were. But, good…I guess. I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“I don’t want things to change. I don’t want you to be different.”

He laughed another sarcastic laugh. “Oh! But, I am different, baby. I’m a fucking porn star, now. That goes good with a badge, huh? Fuck! They’re going to fire my ass. Shit! I hope it’s worth it. I hope that story is selling a shit load of copies. You’re going to make my house payment and my truck payment when your little story costs me my job.”

“It’s just a blog story.”

“Hoh-K! Whatever that means,” he laughed condescendingly. “All I know is you better have bank roll, sister. I might just quit my job before they have a chance to fire me. I’ll come rock your world, you can tell everyone all about it. I want a charmed life so you better make damn sure you tell the rest of the story as good as you’ve told that first part.”

I felt horrible, but watching him was comical. He had become so animated. He was freaking out and voicing his thoughts as they were happening. His mouth was running a million miles a minute. He was a lot to keep up with, all of a sudden.

“It keeps hitting in waves and I’m mad…I’m embarrassed…I’m ashamed…I’m fucking flattered that I was good enough for you to write about…I’m pissed off. I’m mad at you, I think. I don’t think I’m in the mood to laugh about this right now. But, one day, this has potential to be funny. It’s a great story, when I forget that I know that guy…that I am that guy.” He sighed a heavy sigh as he stared at me. He shook his head with a smirk. “Why in the hell would you do this?”

“No one knows it’s you, Kevin. You’re only bothered because you know.”

“I want to do very bad things to you for reasons I can’t explain. You want to tell dirty stories? Right now, I could give you some pretty good ones to tell. You got me good with this one. Since I’m a sexual spectacle, now, anyway, maybe I should just do it up right.”

“So…am I in trouble? Or are we OK here?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? No, I’m not OK. Yes! Yes, you’re in trouble.”

“You should calm down a little…bit…maybe.”

He gave me a smug, “go to hell” look. Then, he turned toward the door. He stopped in his tracks and spun around, facing me again, pointing his finger.

“Oh, and, another thing; are there stories all over the world about you and other men, too?”

“No,” I snapped.

“I’m going look these stories up on the internet. I want to know how easy it is for other people to ‘stumble’ across these. If there are going to be other stories popping up when I search this stuff, I’d rather know now.”

“No. There are no others.”

“Then, why now?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I like the way you make me feel. I wanted to make other people feel the same things.”

He stared at me, biting at the inside of his lip. I could see his mind racing. He shook his head in disgust as he slowly blinked and heaved a sigh.

“Alright. I have to go get ready for work. Have a good night.”

“Will I get to see you when you take a dinner break? I can feed you something yummy.”

“Uh, I don’t know. The last time I ate something at your place, it ended up in a story. Maybe I’ll pass for tonight. I just need to clear my head a little, I think.”

“That was a good one. Do you feel better, now?”

“A little,” he grinned, though he tried to fight it. “You…ugh! I’m serious. I have to go to work.”

“If your head gets cleared and you want to come by, I would love to see you. If you’re bored and you want to call, I would gladly talk to you,” I shyly offered as I cautiously moved toward him, tucking myself under his arm.

“If I can find a way to make peace with this, you may be in a world of hurt. If I can work this in my mind so that what you’re doing is alright, you better get ready. If you get to tell the tales, I get to decide what the tales are.”

“You want to set up dirty stories?”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m leaving. I have to go to work so I can hurry up and get fired. Thanks!”

“Will you call me, later?”

He narrowed his eyes. “I’ll do something, I’m sure.”

“Ok, don’t work too hard. I’m going to miss you.”

“I’m still mad. So mad.”

“I know! I’m really sorry.”

To Be Continued….

Nadlee’s Confessions – Your Standing Friday Date With Kevin

Friday, again! We’re getting ready to head into a sexy weekend. So, let’s see if I can send you off right. Make me proud! Do everything I would do. 😉

This week, my confession is that I like watching a man handle himself. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to walk down the street and see some stranger, whacking away on his junk. Not what I mean! I’m talking about when you’re in a relationship with a guy. Maybe it’s just me, but I think it’s erotic when a man can let go and just get lost in the moment. In some way, every guy is different. You learn a lot about what your guy wants by watching how he satisfies himself. Maybe it’s just me, but I find it hot as hell when I get to lay beneath a man while he strokes his cock. I like to talk to him and see him react to the things I say. I like it when he wants to cum so bad that he loses all inhibitions – not giving a fuck what anyone thinks – wild and unleashed. I like “real.” I like the wild, rawness that happens when desire takes over. To me, it is hot when a man shoots his load on my tits. I don’t like the idea of a facial. But, thankfully, that has never been an issue. So, as I’m sure you’ve figured out by now, my confessions usually relate to the theme of the story for the week. So, if you think I’m going to relate this confession to Kevin, you’re probably right. Ready? Let’s do this!

I told you about how I was “Porn Star Dancing” for a sleeping man. That was a lot of fun when Kevin woke up. I decided to have a little fun with that.

The sun poured through the window. I sat in my favorite Victorian chair with my feet on the ottoman, my laptop across my legs, writing. Kevin squirmed a little, stretching as he started to wake up. I glanced over at the bed. He lay on his stomach, moving his foot as he began to come to life. He lifted his head off of the pillow, squinting one eye as he looked around the room. His eyes connected with mine and he smiled. His hair was a little wilder than normal. It was cute. His body rolled toward me and he groaned as he stretched.

“Get over here,” he grumbled as he stretched. “Right now!”

It was a playful suggestion, rather than an order. I put my laptop on the ottoman and went to the edge of the bed, leaning over and kissing his lips. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me down on him.

“Am I keeping you from something?”

“Just writing,” I smiled.

“Ew! Glad I could save you. That sounds terribly boring. I can think of something more fun.

“Really? About as much fun as watching me dance?” I teased.

He could tell from my tone that there was something to my question. You could hear the brakes locking up as he thought about my question for a second. He brushed his finger over his jaw until he came up with a safe response.

“Dance? I want to watch you dance,” he smiled.

“Last time I danced for you, you fell asleep on me.”

“Uh…” His eyes shifted around the room before they locked on mine. He drew a deep breath, slowly exhaling. “I don’t seem to have a memory of falling asleep while you were dancing.”

The look on his face was too fun to just let it go. I told him that I was dancing for him and it must’ve been boring because he fell asleep on me. He started stuttering and scrambling to sit up in the bed. He dragged his hand down his face, trying to blink the sleep out of his eyes.

“No! H-hold on. I d-d-don’t know what you’re talking about. I wouldn’t – wouldn’t go to sleep on you. I-I-I wouldn’t do that. Do it again. Dance again. I won’t go to sleep. I don’t know what this is. W-when did I go to sleep while you were dancing?”

He was so confused and he was frustrated with himself. The gig was up. I told him the real story. He fell back on the pillows and covered his eyes.

“I knew you were crazy. I wouldn’t fall asleep while you were dancing, I don’t care how tired I am. That will never happen. But, I was getting upset because I thought you were confusing me with someone else. I wasn’t ready for that. That was really mean. I’m going back to sleep. I don’t care for your attitude,” he teased.

“Are you hungry?”

“Yes! I was going to have wake up sex with you, but you scared me so bad my dick went limp. That mood for wake up sex left pretty quick.”

“I’m sorry,” I laughed.

“If my cock will ever get hard around you again, I don’t want to hear any crying when I tear that pussy up. You’re in big trouble, now. You crashed my erector set. You’re gonna get it.” He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me onto him, again. “We should go find some breakfast before I start thinking about you riding me and I get hard again.”

“Breakfast? Kev, it’s almost six o’clock. It’s dinner time.”

“You know what else? I don’t care for your tone,” he chuckled. “I know where I can get breakfast anytime I want it. So, now what?”

After we bantered back and forth a few more minutes, he got up and got ready to go out into the world. Our friend, Lynzee, called while we were driving and in the blink of an eye, our plans changed. Lynzee promised to make breakfast for Kevin if we would stop by their block party.

It was fun! I had kept Lynzee updated on the developing relationship between Kevin and I. Somehow, her getting to see it for herself made her so much happier. Kevin and I sat side-by-side, holding hands and sharing sweet, loving kisses. We both welcomed the teasing and joking that came from our friends. We were all happy with the situation, so it was all in good fun.

As we always did, the men split off into a group. Then, us ladies were huddled in our own group. I was listening to some of Lynzee’s neighbors talking about their kids and the school down the street. It was all I could do to not fall flat on my face, sound asleep, out of boredom. Then, I woke up pretty quick when I heard Kevin’s voice, whispering in my ear.

“I’ve been staring at your ass and my cock is about to explode. I want to fuck you.”

Like it had never happened, when I looked over my shoulder, he was already sauntering back toward the other guys. He lit a fire in me and I felt my panties dampening. I stared at him until his eyes met mine. He had a cocky smirk on his face. He knew he had just set me on fire.

So, two could play that game. I convinced the girls that we needed music so we could dance. If Kevin was going to stare at my ass, the least I could do was give him something to watch.

We had some pretty good grooves pumping. We were dancing and having fun. The guys would glance at us every now and then. But, for the most part, they were too involved in their own conversation to pay attention to us…except Kevin. He was watching. He made excuses to come talk to me – a trip to the bathroom – for the tenth time, or a need for another bottle of water, or anything that would give him a reason to pass by me and share his thoughts.

Finally, we had fulfilled our friendly obligation. We had stayed long enough to leave without seeming rude. So, Kevin blabbed about having to work. I came with him, so I had to leave because he was. And, honestly, there wasn’t a person at that block party that didn’t see right through our shallow excuses.

In truth, Kevin really did have to work at midnight. So, he really didn’t have a lot of time. It was already almost nine. I had every intention of getting what I could, while I could. I am not ashamed. He started it. Plus, I admitted that I wanted to use him up before he left me for the night. He wasn’t upset about it. We teased each other in the car on the way back.

When we got to my house, the door had barely closed before we were all over each other. He was wound up and he needed my body just as much as I needed his. We tore our clothes off, getting them out of the way. He spun me around and bent me over the back of my sofa. It was this intense, passionate, primal heat that was enveloping us.

Kevin’s mouth moved over my shoulder, kissing, sucking and gently biting at my skin. I heard that familiar tearing sound as he opened the package for the condom. I felt his hand between us as he rolled the rubber over his cock. His breath rushed across my shoulder as his hand went between my legs.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he breathed.

“See what you do to me?”

“Want me to show you what you do to me?”

“Yes,” I smiled over my shoulder. “Show me.”

He rubbed his cock against my dripping wet pussy a few times before he sank it inside me. With a hard, fast thrust, he rammed his cock in as deep as he could go. He gripped my hips, pulling me back into him. His hands slid down my hips, to the tops of my thighs. He pulled my legs apart a little more, as he pinned me to the back of the sofa with his body. When his hands traveled back up to my hips, he started pumping his cock in and out as fast as he could. His thrusts slowed as he ripped back on my hips, drilling his cock in deeper and harder. I gasped, responding to the sudden forceful thrust. He backed his cock out and slammed it in again. A moan escaped from my throat. Again, he pounded his cock into me. He splayed his hand across my lower back, sliding it all the way up between my shoulder blades, gripping a handful of my hair. He gently pulled to the side, turning my head so that he could see my face. He rammed his hips toward me again. I slowly closed my eyes as the pleasure rippled through my body.

“I love the way your cock feels when you do that.”

He pulled his hips back. “What? This?” He slammed his hips forward again.

“Yes!” I breathed.

“Fuck! Oh, yeah!”

He released my hair and gripped both of my hips. He started pounding my pussy with quick, hard thrusts. He had a rhythm and when he pressed his cock into me, he tilted his hips upward. Something about the way his body moved, the way his cock filled me, and the noises he made sent me spiraling toward that moment I craved.

My pussy tightened around his cock and that seemed to feel good to him, based on the fact that he started talking to me. The things he said got me even closer than I already was. The tone of his voice was thrilling.

“Come on, baby,” he growled. “Fuck! Cum for me.”

It was so animalistic and naughty, the way he fucked me. I felt a heat racing up and down my thighs. My pussy started pulsing, milking his cock. He pressed his hips into me, driving in deep as he tilted his hips upward. He held his position for a second, his breath had stopped.

“Mmmm…” he moaned as he exhaled. “Oh, yeah, baby!”

His hard pounding movements had slowed to short, deep thrusts. As he came, his strong hands held my hips. When we had finished, he leaned his body down on mine, kissing my back and my shoulders as his arms hugged around my waist.

He slowly withdrew his cock and I stood, turning to face him. He smiled at me as he gathered my hair at the base of my neck. His lips pressed to mine as I returned his smile.

“You look like a woman that wants to lay down and let me do dirty things to her.”

I giggled. “Oh, really? What kind of dirty things?”

He made lewd gestures with his tongue. “Let me eat your pussy.”

“How do you do that? You say one simple sentence and there’s a flood between my legs.”

“Go lay on your bed. I have to deal with something. Then, I’m going to drive you crazy.”

“You already do that.”

“Heh! Not like this.”

I went in the bedroom and crawled into the middle of my bed. Within a few minutes, Kevin came strolling through the door with a devious, cocky grin plastered on his face. He stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at me. I had crossed my legs, as I lay naked on the bed. He chuckled and pointed to my legs.

“I’m not that good. You’re going to have to open your legs a little, at least.”

I laughed as I spread my legs apart, but only a little. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. He put his knee between my legs and fell forward, placing his hands on either side of my hips. He kissed the fleshy part of my abdomen, just inside my hip bone. The tip of his tongue moved back and forth, alternating with a circular motion. It tickled in an erotic way. As though he were eating an apple, he scraped his teeth against my skin, as though he were going to take a bite. I drew a deep breath. My hips were already tipping forward. He smiled his wicked grin. His needy hands forcefully gripped my hips, surprising me, causing me to flinch. He softly chuckled against my flesh as his mouth moved over my body.

Kevin’s mouth lightly grazed my clit as he looked up my body and smiled a playful smile. He slid down my body, his tongue gently caressing down the inside of my thigh. The stubble on his face brushed over my skin, scratching, but not in a painful way. His hands pushed my legs further apart as his tongue slowly moved back up my thigh. The closer he got to my aching sex, the more my breath hitched, catching in my throat. His teeth grazed my skin, on the inside of my thigh, just short of my swollen, aching pussy. He gently bit me, sending an interesting rush through my body.

His tongue traveled up my leg, and he gently caressed my engorged lips with the tip. It tickled in such a good way. My breath raced and my heart pounded. I craved his mouth on me.

As though he could read my mind, he pressed his tongue against my sex, pressing against my flesh as he dragged his tongue up my folds. He lifted his head and flashed me his sexy smile.

He lowered his head and started flicking his strong tongue against my clit. He twirled it, feeling like a soft finger massaging my clit. He dragged his tongue over me once again. I felt the soft warmth as he dipped it inside me. He lowered his mouth on my mound, gently sucking on my clit, as his tongue tickled and teased me. He ate my pussy like he was sucking on a juicy apple. I had never had a man make me feel like that. It felt amazing, but I wanted something more. He put his fingers inside me and it was over. My pussy started throbbing and clenching his fingers.

“Kevin! Oh, holy shit! Kevin!”

I tangled my fingers in his hair, pressing his head down on me. The more I responded, the harder he sucked on my clit. I felt like my orgasm was having an orgasm. He had just become the best oral sex I had ever had in my life. I never wanted him to stop. I bucked my hips, forcing myself into his mouth. As my orgasm finished, I realized how much I had elevated my hips. That poor man! Holy shit, he was so good.

As I started to come down, I was sensitive to his touch. He knew. He was having too much fun, watching me flinch. He made a grumbling sound as he moved his body so that he was straddling my hips. He gripped his cock and stroked his hand down his shaft.

“You’ve got me so close,” he breathed.

“That was hot! Do that again.”


“Stroke your cock for me.”

“You like that?”

“You are a bad, bad boy! I love watching you get dirty.”

He raised himself on his knees and slid his hand up and down his hard cock. He massaged his balls and gripped his shaft. The way he touched himself turned me on.

“I want to watch you cum.”

“I’m going to make a mess on you if I get too crazy.”

“Do it. I want to watch.”

Kevin clenched his jaw and started shuffling his hand up and down, massaging his cock, pulling and squeezing. It was sexy as hell. He exhaled through his teeth and I knew he was getting closer. He fell forward, holding his body up on one arm as his body hovered over me. His hand moved faster as he stared at my face.

“It’s coming. Where? Where do you want it?” he breathed as his hand moved faster.

“Cum on my tits. Cum for me, baby!”

“Fuck!” he growled.

I pressed my breasts together. His cock started shooting his seed. He aimed the head, watching as his orgasm erupted across my chest. He released his breath and closed his eyes for a brief moment. As he finished, his eyes glanced down at my tits.

“I’m really sorry. I made a mess on you.”

“That was so fucking hot!”

He sat up, trying to keep from putting his weight on me. He shook his head and combed his fingers through his hair. He smiled at me as his eyes narrowed.

“I thought it over. I’m not the only dirty one. You’re dirty, too! Wanna come take a shower with me?”

Stay tuned! Kevin will be back, again, next Friday!

To Be Continued…

Nadlee’s Extra Edition – A Thank You For Everyone That Has Been Tuning In!

The story will resume, as usual, on Friday. Since you’re tuning in and reading, I’m going to share an “Extra Edition.” I will share a bit of a story and leave you with fun feelings. But, the typical naughtiness will happen on Friday, as mentioned before.

Kevin makes me cray-zay! I’m sure you can understand why. He’s just so much of a whole lot of everything. He’s fearless, sexy as hell, and insanely fun. He’s also got a REALLY nice ass in Carhartt jeans. He wears a baseball cap and he’s got sexy dimples – especially when he’s being naughty and he smiles his devious grin. His blue eyes are such a light blue, it’s as though they are illuminated. They’re beautiful!

It’s not all just Kevin’s physical appearance, however. He’s just a really good man. He holds my hand and hugs me when we’re out. He always treats me with respect and he’s very gentlemanly. His affection is always there, regardless of who is around. I like how he opens every door and always walks between me and the street when we’re walking around town. He’s very protective and attentive. One of my favorite things about him is he’s also a very sweet and affectionate man. When it comes to sex, I can be as wild as I want to be with him and he never holds it against me. By the same token, he gets dirty, too. It just makes it all more exciting, passionate and raw. I love that fact.

He and I have this explosive sex life that’s been building and it’s fucking hot! It starts off easy enough, and USUALLY it’s this soft, sweet, affectionate kissing and petting situation. His kiss gets me stirred up pretty quickly. So, I respond to him. The more I respond to him, the more he responds to me. We feed off of each other until the bed is wrecked, we’re climbing the walls or tipping furniture. It’s no joke when I say, that man pushes my buttons. It’s so damn much fun.

I had a bad day the other day. My neighbor piled too much trash in his can the night before trash day. He dragged it out to the curb, some of it wasn’t even in a can at all. The animals dragged his trash out and between them and the wind, all of his overflow trash ended up scattered across my yard. The trash man didn’t pick it up when he came through. When I politely pointed out the issue, my neighbor denied that it was his trash. He declined the opportunity to be a decent human being and help me pick it up.

About an hour later, I started learning that my identity had been stolen. Some clown has been applying for various credit accounts in my name. They were opening cell phone accounts. I have had only one credit card since I was eighteen. This was a full blown nightmare! I sat on the phone for four hours, trying to get through to living people that were actually able to help me. Between those two situations, I was livid!

By the time I got off the phone, Kevin was at work, so I couldn’t cry on his shoulder. I wanted him to beat up all the bad guys that were wrecking my day. I called him, rambling a million miles a minute, telling him how the whole world was out to get me. He went through a check list of things to do in relation to identity theft. He assured me he would do what was within his power. He took it very seriously and was very responsive and helpful.

However, when I told him about the neighbor and his trash, the water got a little testy. He sympathized with me, but insisted that the best thing to do was to pick it up and let it go. That wasn’t really what I wanted him to say. He picked up on that fairly quickly. He offered to go talk to my neighbor, if that was what I wanted him to do. I could tell he didn’t like that idea. I just felt his tone was a little condescending.

After a brief exchange about the topic, Kevin popped off with, “Well, it obviously didn’t kill you. I’m sure it was irritating. But, good news! You’re alive to tell about it. If it happens again, we’ll handle it a little differently. I think you can forgive him this time.”

That was not the right thing to say. He wasn’t saying any of the right things, actually. My bad day felt amplified. I felt sarcasm roll in like a raging sky in the beginning of a bad storm.

“What exactly is it you do, again?”

He chuckled. “Excuse me?”

“Isn’t this sort of thing your specialty? Isn’t this what you get paid to deal with?”

“Are you reporting this as a private citizen, or are you reporting it as my girlfriend?”

“Oh, you can’t deal with it because I’m your girlfriend? I see. Well, there’s one hell of a perk! Lucky me.”

“You gonna be alright, there? Look, if it was a serious issue, I would deal with it. Yes, the neighbor was an asshole about the trash. Being an asshole isn’t a crime. I just think if you make a big deal out of this, he’s going to get pissed off and there will be petty animosity. It was surely an accident. Just let it go. If it happens again, I’ll go talk to him.”

“Hey, thanks for being there. I’m going to let you go. I want to go take a shower and then I’m going to go lay down and cry for a little while.”

“Are you serious? It’s going to be alright. You just have to get that identity stuff rolling. The neighbor is an ass. He’s not worth your tears, though. Don’t let this stuff get to you. It will be just fine.”

“Bye, Kevin. Have a good night.”

A heavy sigh came down the line. “You too. I miss you.”

“Yeah! I’m sure you do.”

“Just not ready to be done with it, yet, huh? Well, I do miss you. I’m sorry you’re having a bad day.”

“Me too!”

I disconnected the call, feeling disappointed. He was so protective, and yet he was willing to just let my neighbor be a jerk to me. I decided Kevin was a big chicken. Honestly, I had no foundation, what so ever, for my little assessment.

About half an hour passed. I opted to sit and cry in a bubbly tub of water, rather than in the shower. As I sat in the warm warm, I heard rhythmic thumping coming through the walls as though someone were blaring music with intense bass. Just perfect!

I got out, wrapped my robe around me and went to see what the source of the irritation. My “trashy neighbor” seemed to be having a party. It was quite the fete! There were cars parked all over the cul-de-sac and people were darting in every direction. Some were huddled in his front yard, talking, dancing and partying it up. Almost every person had an alcoholic beverage in their hands. I wanted to call and report him so bad. I was stewing in my own bitterness and misery. I decided to leave it alone because I didn’t want Kevin to accuse me of being petty.

Just before I stepped away from the window, a black and white car pulled into the street from the intersection, blocking off the cul-de-sac. Within a few seconds, another cop car pulled up. By the time it was all said and done, there were five patrol cars. Kevin and several other guys walked into my neighbors yard. Kevin raised his hand, flipping his finger in the air, motioning toward the house. Within a few seconds, the blasting music silenced. I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but I could hear the pitch of his voice. He sounded like he meant business. I skipped over to the front door, opening it just enough to peek out and to listen to the conversation in progress.

“If I had invited all of the neighbors, you wouldn’t be here right now,” my neighbor barked as he twirled his hand in a circular motion. “They’re just pissed off because they weren’t invited.”

Kevin shook his head. “You can have whatever theory you like. I’m telling you, there are noise ordinances in effect for a reason. This music would be considered excessively loud during the day. At eleven o’clock at night its especially disruptive. People have to get up and go to work. It’s time to wrap it up.”

“This is still America, right? We have freedom in this country. Check your law book, badge boy. That is a fact! You can’t take away my civil liberties. I’m protected by The Constitution.”

“A lawyer, huh? Aren’t you due in court in the morning? What are you doing out here, waking the dead?”

“I’m not a lawyer. I’m just a citizen that knows you can’t come here and tell me what I can and can’t do in my own home. I know my rights.”

“I gave you the only warning you’re going to get. Keep the noise down and either move the party inside or send all of your friends on their way. If we get anymore calls, you’re all going to jail. At that point, my fellow American, you can debate your civil liberties with the judge.” Kevin’s tone was sharp and his face reflected a stern expression.

“You want me to make them leave so you can bust them for DUI. I’m not doin’ that. Good luck to ya, though. I know you’ve got a quota to meet. But, you’re not getting it from me or my friends.”

One of the other officers spoke up. “Man, you just get smarter by the second. I didn’t hear Sergeant Carsyn tell you that you have to make these people leave. But, I did hear him did tell you that you have to quit disturbing the peace.”

“Fine! Shouldn’t you be at the donut shop?”

“You’ve had your warning,” Kevin warned as he turned to walk away.

He and the other guys walked across the street. They stood around, talking for about fifteen minutes. My neighbor seemed to quiet down for the time being. So, after the other guys went back to their cars, Kevin moved his car to the side of the street and cautiously walked over to my house. Before he could knock, I opened the door.

“Sorry,” he said as he pushed himself through the door. “I don’t want him seeing me coming here and think you’re the one that called us.”

“There used to be a husband and wife with two kids in that house. I’m not sure who this guy is, but he’s a jerk.”

“Why didn’t you call me about this?” he asked as he flipped his thumb over his shoulder a few times.

“You were telling me I needed to let it go. I didn’t want you to tell me I was being mean to my poor, innocent neighbor, again.”

He smirked at me and narrowed his eyes. “You’re putting words in my mouth. I didn’t say that.”

“You hurt my feelings.”

“I’m sorry, babe,” he said with a soft, nurturing tone. “I’m not trying to upset you. But, you could be just slight touch on the sensitive side, today. I know you had a bad day, and I’m sorry about that. I just want to make you smile. So, before I leave, I have something for you in my car.”

He pulled me into his embrace. He held me in his arms and traced circles over my back with his finger tips. His lips pressed against the top of my head before he whispered to me.

“I don’t like people messing with you. That really pisses me off.”

“Is it sick that hearing you say that makes me feel better?”

“Depends. If this is that week where your mood might be influenced by certain biological cycles, then, no.”

“That could be part of the problem, actually.”

“Noted. I can be a man about this. I’ll feed you chocolate while we watch chick flicks or whatever.”

“Can you just hug me if I’m being whiny?”

He lowered his head and kissed my lips. A smile spread across his face and he winked at me. “I’ll hug you anytime you want. I love you.”

My heart skipped a beat. “I love you, too.”

“Mmm,” he hummed with a smile. “I like that, a lot.”

His mouth covered mine, his tongue sweeping between my lips. His arms held me closer as his hands massaged my ass, forcing my body against his. His tongue danced with mine, locked in one of those kisses that soaked my panties.

“Not fair,” I breathed when we broke the kiss. “You know much you make me want you.”

“What’s not fair is when you tell me that when I have…” he lifted his arm to look at his watch. “…eight more minutes before I have to go back out and deal with criminals. My cock thinks its playtime.”

I reached down, stroking my fingers up and down his erection. He held my head in his hands, kissing me as he stepped me backwards, against the wall. I pushed off of the wall, turning him so I could pin him this time.

“I want to make you smile.”

I kissed him as I lowered his zipper and tried to free him from his pants. He pulled his hips away from me and shook his head. He interlaced his fingers in mine, pulling my hand away.

“You need something special. You had a bad day.”

“Then, let me do what I want to do.”

I slid down his body, kneeling in front of him. When I struggled to get his cock out, he helped me. Realizing we were in a time crunch, I didn’t have a lot of time to play. I took him in my mouth and began moving my head up and down. It drove me wild – sucking him when he was in uniform. I wanted to make him cum. My hand stroked the lower part of his shaft, as I sucked harder and moved my head faster. He moaned and pumped his hips, driving his cock, fucking my mouth. His fingers raked through my hair a few times before he held my head, bucking his hips back and forth. I opened my mouth, slapping his cock on my tongue.

“Fuck yeah! Oh, baby, you’re gonna make me cum so fucking hard.”

I slapped his cock on my tongue a few more times and his hand grabbed a fist full of my hair. His jaw clenched as he stared down at me. He drew a deep breath and held it. I knew he was close. I slapped his cock against my tongue a couple more times. He released his breath with a drawn out grunt as his cock began shooting his load into my mouth. I closed my lips around him, tracing circles around the head with my tongue. He pressed his hips into me, slowly closing his eyes as he finished. He put his hands under my chin, guiding me to stand as he brought his mouth to mine. His tongue flicked my lips before he kissed me again.

“This part sucks…” he said, as he slowly blinked. He brushed his nose against mine, giving me Eskimo kisses. “I have to go.”

“I know. I’m going to wear you out when you’re done working.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Sounds good to me.”

He started for the door and pressed the button on his radio. I listened as he coded back in from his dinner break. He slid his arms around my waist and hugged me to him.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

After he left my doorway, I watched him as he hurried across my front yard toward his patrol car. He drove down the cul-de-sac, attempting to turn around. The door opened and he came up the dark driveway carrying a vase of red roses and a box of chocolates.

“Thank you!” I smiled.

“Just keep that smile on your face. Have sweet dreams.”

Like a thief in the night, he disappeared down the dark driveway and got back in his car. He drove away, this time leaving my street. I missed him already. In truth, I needed him in so many ways. Sucking his cock had me turned on and revved up. I wanted to feel the way he slammed his cock deep inside me. Yeah! I missed him, already!

Nadlee’s Confessions – Mmm! Kevin!

Nadlee’s Confessions: #1 I have to confess that I’m late this week because I couldn’t remember how to get behind the scenes to write this story for you. I kept thinking, “I’ll try again later,” thinking that maybe the site was down. In truth, I’m a dunder-head and I logged out, apparently. My sincerest apologies. I confess, first, that I’m technologically challenged. That’s boring! So, let’s go to the REAL confession that brings me here.

I confess that I have been to strip clubs. I also confess that I actually enjoy that experience. I don’t frequent those clubs, by any means. But, if it’s on the agenda for the evening plans, I don’t shy away from it, either. I used to be one of those women that were threatened by what happens in those places. My insecurity stemmed from ignorance. Once I went and saw it for myself, I thought, “Psht! I got this!” It gave me so much more confidence in my own skills. I can put on one hell of a show, if I’m in the mood to do that. I could say so much about that whole experience, but I just won’t. I’m a secret keeper. If he wants to go to one of those places, go with him. You will end up feeling hot and sexy from all the attention you get (There are a LOT of men in those places. A LOT! Plus, once the girls figure out why you’re there, they want to hang out with you because they know you’re not after their goodies.). When it’s over, you’ll be feeling a whole lot of sassy. When you get home, spice up your living room and show him what you’re made of! I’ve attached a song that is pretty fun to dance to. Go get him! Shake it, girl! 😉


So, anyway, about Kevin…

Remember how he stepped into the bathroom with the promise of coming out and getting “really” serious?

As I lay on the bed, waiting for him, something felt weird under my shoulder. When I reached up, my fingers felt the package of a condom. Feeling confident that we would need that at some point in the future, I put it beside me on the bed and felt above my head for any others. There were no more, that I could feel, anyway.

After a few minutes, I heard the toilet flush and then I heard the water running in the sink.

How sweet! He’s washing his hands. This is good.

The bathroom door opened and he sauntered toward the bed. He had this sexy smirk on his face and his seductive gaze made a whole lot of promises that I really hoped he planned to keep. Everything about him crippled me, in terms of trying to play things cool.  Don’t ask me why, but being around him made me do or say the stupidest things. As I stared at this smoking hot guy and his rock hard cock, I apparently needed to ask the stupidest question, ever.

“So, what do you want to do now?”

He chuckled and bit his lip as his he bobbed his head. “Yeah! Don’t play innocent with me.”

He reached up, wrapping his hands around my calves. In a snap, he ripped my body to the foot of the bed, pulling my legs apart as he pulled me closer to him. I couldn’t help the giggly, squeaky noise that escaped my throat. That was sexy fun! Amused by my reaction, he smiled and shook his head, as he twisted his hips, wedging his body between my knees. He bent over me, reaching above my head for the condom that I had just relocated a few minutes prior.

As he stood upright, I grabbed the package from him, sitting up and hugging my legs around his waist. He lowered his head to kiss me as I tore the package open. I rolled the rubber down over his shaft, my eyes drifting up to his.

“I did the hard part,” I teased.

“Interesting choice of words.”

Just as I was about to offer some other empty, perverted comment, he guided his cock, rubbing it along my sex. As he teased me, he lowered his mouth to mine, his tongue sweeping between my lips. There was something primal about the way he softly moaned into my mouth as he kissed me. I encircled my arms around his neck as he took my lower lip between his teeth, gently biting. His eyes stared into mine as the head of his cock began penetrating my opening. I slowly blinked, closing my eyes, enjoying the way his cock felt as he moved inside of me.

“You feel so good to me,” I breathed as he gently moved in and out.

There was a reserved chuckle as he said, “I can make you feel better than ‘good.'”

He drew his hips back and thrust his hips, slamming his cock into me. I drew a deep breath, surprised by the sudden change, but excited at the rawness of the gesture. I stared into his eyes and he smiled a sweet, polite smile. Then, he pulled his hips back again. He clenched his jaw and rammed his cock into me again. He swallowed hard, his breath harder than before.

“Mm! You’re getting really wet all of a sudden,” he smiled, shaking his head. “You’re turning me on.”

He quickly thrust his hips, driving his cock deeper into me a few more times.

“You’re driving me crazy,” I offered, swallowing the lump in my throat.

He winked and flashed his sexy grin. “I’ll take care of it, don’t you worry.”

“Do it, then,” I playfully challenged.

His mouth covered mine and his tongue pressed between my lips. He sucked my lips as his tongue caressed mine. His kiss was like he was sucking the life out of me, and breathing it back again. It was hotter than hell. He tangled his fingers in my hair as his hips pumped his cock in and out of me. He sucked on my lips as he broke the kiss and moved his mouth to my ear. I heard the sound of his rhythmic breath filling my ear, along with grunts as he hammered his cock into me. I sank my fingertips into his flesh as I felt my orgasm building.

“Mm, Kevin!” I breathed, reaching up and cradling his head in my hand.

“Don’t,” he growled. “Don’t you cum yet.”

He pulled my arms off of his shoulders, pushing me back onto the bed. He gripped my hips, lifting up as he pounded my pussy. He made my body move the way he needed it to move, pulling my hips up and pushing them down, again. I tried to help him, moving my body with his as he pumped his cock in and out.

We were both panting, out of breath. I was so desperate to cum. He had me to the point where it felt like the best tickle in the world. I could feel the heat racing through my veins. He was fucking me with every thing he had. I was going to cum so hard. With his heavy breath, he started talking dirty. It was so damn hot, I felt my body melting into him as he spoke. Maybe it was the gruff tone, or the way he clenched his teeth as he drilled his cock into me.

“Your pussy is dripping. You like getting fucked? Huh? You like it hard? You want some more? You like it rough?”

“Fuck me, Kevin! Harder!”

“Fuck, yes! Cum for me, baby! Cum with me.”

Like a wild man, he pounded my pussy harder than I had ever experience. His hands gripped my tits, squeezing my pebbled nipples between his fingers. He let out a throaty growl as he gave me everything he had. He started swirling his hips as his hands squeezed my breasts harder. I gripped his hands as I felt my body starting to tip over that edge.

“Kevin, oh baby! Oh baby! Oh, fuck!”

“Yeah, baby! Oh, yeah! Cum for me.”

We both sounded like a porn flick. My body started milking his cock as he throbbed inside me. I drew a deep breath as he kept fucking me as though he were my own personal porn star. Fuck! He fucked me so damn good. His steady rhythm slowed as he pressed his cock deeper, tilting his hips up with each slow, deep thrust. His eyes clenched shut and he had quit breathing, his entire existence focused on spilling his seed. After a few moments, he finally let out a heavy exhale. I reached for his hands, interlacing my fingers in his, squeezing his hands as we both finished. When I felt his body relax, I pulled his hands, trying to pull him down on me. His eyes rolled as he opened them to look at me. He fell forward on one arm, sliding the other around my waist. He lifted me enough to move my body up onto the bed with his. We lay on our sides, face to face, kissing and cuddling until we fell asleep.

After a few hours, I woke up from my nap. Kevin was still sound asleep. I raked my fingers through his hair and softly kissed his forehead. He moaned a few sounds, that I’m certain, in his mind, were actual words. I left him to his dreams and went to the shower. After I turned on the water, I peeked out to make sure I wasn’t disturbing my favorite wild man. He hadn’t flinched since I got out of bed. So, I turned on the radio, again peeking to make sure I wasn’t bothering him.

The song coming through the speakers had a good beat – a rhythm I could dance to. I giggled to myself, as I stood in the doorway, staring at this sexy man as he slept in my bed. I danced, swirling my body. I amused myself at the fact that I was dancing like a porn star for a sleeping man. Poor Kevin! I was so tempted to wake him up. He had worked all night and entertained me all morning. He had earned his rest. But, the plans I was scheming up for him when he woke up were probably punishable by law. I was excited! I wanted my turn to show him a good time. My turn was coming!

To be continued…

Porn Star Dancing – My Darkest Days

Things I Have Learned In My On Going Journey to Becoming a Published Author

Things I Have Learned In My On Going Journey to Becoming a Published Author

Hi I’m Tabitha Blake. The author of Soul Extraction (Paranormal Romantic Suspense due out in Feb.) Here is a little about my journey thus far.

Believe in Yourself and Your Dreams

You are the only one that can visualize and achieve your goals. If you don’t believe in yourself… who will? Nothing worth achieving is going to be easy. Everyone goes through that stage were they feel they want to throw their hands up and quit. But remember the feeling you had when you first started writing? The rush… the joy…  of the dream you held so close to your heart? Yeah that’s the one.

Keep that moment tucked away for the days when you feel doubt creeping in. Writing is a journey and everyone’s journey will be different. There truly is no wrong or right way to maneuver through the pitfalls every author has to endure.

You must stiffen your back, stand tall and push straight ahead. This is the one thing I find to be alike in all authors. We all have very tenacious personalities. Which can be a very good attribute. So hold strong and never lose sight of your passions in life. You may not get a second chance. It’s not about the right or wrong way. It is about doing it your way and conquering the beast.

Find a Good Support System

Sometimes the dream starts to crumble before your very eyes and doubt creeps into all the little cracks and crevices. But you have to pick up every brick and slowly piece the fragments of your vision into a beautiful masterpiece. Writing is a gift I believe we are born with. Surround yourself with others that are willing to be around to pick you up and dust you off if you fall. Hold onto these friends because they are worth their weight in gold.

I think if you could see doubt he would look like the Noid from dominos pizza. Bouncing around evil and googlie eyed refusing to give up. I’m showing my age. Some of you are scratching your head and wondering who the heck the Noid is… LOL!  Research…look it up. You will get a laugh out of it. He was one heck of a funny nuisance.

However, if you have good friends that support you then you can push doubt aside. He holds no place in my life or not intentionally anyway. I am blessed with a family that believes in my dream to be a published author as much as I do. They have been my rock. You may not have this type of support but don’t fret. The writing community is a very close-knit group.

Writing Buddies

Not everyone has the support of their family and friends. People seem to think writing is a pipe dream. Yeah I have heard all the whispers and sympathetic glares. I want to be an author it’s not like someone died. LOL!

So, what do you do now? You find other writers to be your support group. No one knows the joys and sorrows of the writing journey more than another writer. I have some of the most amazing fellow authors that lift me up when I am in a rut and push me a little further when they think I can do better. This is the real support.

Family can’t touch the support of an author that has been in your shoes. I apologize to my wonderful family but take the last sentence with a grain of salt. My best friend Brenda is consoling my frantic alter ego Tabitha through my first deadline. Hang in there it gets easier she says. LOL! Not sure if that is true but it is something to hang on to for the time being.

Sometimes all it takes is a few kind words or a few cruel words to make or break an aspiring author. So next time just keep that in mind. How sad would it be to take the next Nora Roberts and crush her career before it even starts. It happens more than we know. Just remember we all started somewhere.

Grow a Tough Skin

This was one of the hardest things for me to learn. Not everyone is going to love your writing. This does not mean you are a bad writer but you aren’t going to please everyone. I write paranormal and some people laugh and refuse to read about vampires and other para creatures. Does that make me a bad writer? No, my writing is just not their cup of tea and that’s fine. So, don’t let one bad apple make you feel like your writing is a joke. You need the skin of a rhino to make it in the writing world. So for go the lotion and toughen buttercup.

Join a Critique Group

Not all crit groups are created equal. But that all depends on what you are looking for as well. Some groups are more social and educate new authors on what is going on in the writing world and some are more technical and strictly do crits.

It took me a while to find the right one, but when you do it’s wonderful. I like a mixture of  social, learning and keeping up with the writing industry. I have learned so much from other critters.

When I started I thought you just sat down, wrote and ta-da you have a finished manuscript. Oh those were the days. Reality check, it’s not that easy. But crit groups are a great place to learn the ropes. Take advantage of all the free advice you can get but remember to use good judgment as well. Not everyone knows what they are talking about. Step back and take notice of who the opinions are coming from. Just my two cents.

Receiving Critiques

This one was crushing for me in the beginning but I have gotten better at knowing how to take advice. This all stems back to growing that tough skin. Rhino hide is  the new craze for authors now. You haven’t heard? Just ask any author and they will tell you and it will never go out of style. A tough skin is mandatory for all writers.

You also have to realize not everything a critter says will work for your story. Learning what works of your story and what doesn’t is your final decision. Not theirs.

Look the changes over then step back and decide how it affects your story. Will it drastically change your story? If so will it be for the better or does it twist it to the point you don’t recognize it? Both direction will probably work but what does your gut say? Always go with the little voice in your head. You’d be surprised how many times he is right and we just pretend we didn’t hear anything.

I always tell my crit partners to take what works and trash the rest. You are the only one that knows how the story should be written. A good crit partner won’t get their feathers ruffled if you disagree with them. In fact I have had some of the best conversations over crits my crit partners have given me. You should be able to trust and respect your crit partners.

If a critter gets upset because you didn’t take all their advice and voices it then you need to find a new crit partner. They should respect you, your story and the decisions you make in the process. This is a big no…no… It’s time to get a new crit partner that is looking to grow with you and not lord over you. This is a sure way to break a new author. Authors are just very fragile in the beginning.

Giving Critiques

Be kind but be honest. If you tell your crit partner everything they write is great, you aren’t helping them. None of us are perfect and we all make mistakes. So, give them your thoughts and ideas on their work. I tell my crit partners to send my ms back hemorrhaging.

One of my biggest pet peeves it when a critter rewrites my story. This is a huge red flag that it is time to move on. You are the only one that has the power to rewrite and change your book. No one writes like you and no one else ever will. Even if someone gives you an example be sure and change it to your voice. Example: You know when you see a line and think it would sound better reworded? Bingo!! That’s your voice. Yes we truly have different voices. I can’t stress this enough. I only push this so hard because I wished someone told me this when I first started out. It would have made my life so much easier.

There is a difference between honesty and being harsh and nasty. No need to crush someones dreams. Tell them what you liked about the story as well. A good crit partner will tell you the bad with the good. The whole story can’t be a disaster or lets hope not! Something has to be salvageable. Save the Cat, Dog and fish!! Authors will get that little inside joke. LOL!

Once you have critted with each other for a while this nice-nice stuff will pass. Then you and your partner will be able to just shoot each other advice. It takes time to truly trust a crit partner but when you find the right one its magic. And you don’t necessarily need a huge group of critters. Just a few great authors on the same writing level as you will do wonders. I would have given up long ago if it wasn’t for my amazing writer friends. You know who you are and I love you all!

Take a Writing Class

I learned a lot from criting but there were still thing I wasn’t getting. Therefore, I decided to take a writing class and it all became clear. The things critters were telling me I was doing wrong that didn’t registering in my addled brain. Things like show don’t tell went right over my head. Show what? Don’t I need to tell the story? How do I show a story with word. Mind blown!!

However, when I took the class and saw examples of the wrong way and the right way everything fell into place. It was like a light went off and I could grasp all the rules that were just dangling in front of me all along. I encourage everyone just starting out to take a writing class. You can even take them online.

For a newbie it is just easier to take a class and save yourself the stress and discouragement of flying blind. Not to say my class was easy but I came away with a self-confidence I never thought I would have. The knowledge to know what the rules were… to respect them, but also the courage to know when to snap them right in half.  I took the TCU creative Writing Course. It is an amazing class. I would recommend it to any new writer. Take your dream one  step further. Throw caution to the wind and take bold steps to accomplish your dreams.

These are just my experiences on my ongoing journey to becoming a published author. I hope it helps to know we all go through these things and you aren’t alone. As writers, we have to come together and support each other. Most of us are willing to help a new writer and mentor them. They’re out there you just have to find them.

I would love to hear your thoughts on starting a writing career and what you are going through or have gone through. Remember to never give up on your dream. If you don’t believe you can do it who will? Being an author isn’t a pipe dream. There is one thing all authors have in common and that is the will to preserver.

I would love to hear about your journey.

We all have something we can learn from each other. No matter where we are on this writing journey. So don’t think because you are new you don’t have any good advice to give even the most seasoned author. We all learn something new everyday.

Sometimes we are the student and sometimes we are the teacher but even a teacher can be pleasantly surprised when they learn something from their student. You are never to old to learn. Reach for your goals you don’t want to look back on your life with regret. Life is too short to settle for just a piece of the pie.

Happy Reading and Writing,

Tabitha Blake

Soul Extraction (Paranormal Romantic Suspense)

FBI Agent Lyric Van Buren is on the trail of a serial killer with a bizarre, ritualistic MO. Every body she sees haunts her nightmares and taunts her waking hours. Lyric is determined to bring the murderer to justice, but mortal justice alone will not do.

Craigen was cast down from Heaven for failing in his duty. Now he has been given a chance to make amends by serving as the hand of Judgment for the demon Nyx, whose excesses have aroused the attention and wrath of the mortal and heavenly realms alike. Lyric tests his resolve and his rekindled angelic capabilities to their breaking point, but he is determined he will not fail this time. Unfortunately for Craigen, even an angel’s heart is not immune to the allure of desire…but the price he and Lyric may pay for indulging could be no more or less than another human life.

Coming February 2016 from Semper Press.

Nadlee’s Confessions – “Kevin” Continued

So, have you been wondering what Kevin did next? He’s a lot of fun. Let’s start your weekend off right! Remember: safe, consensual, and contained.

My confession for this week is I LOVE men’s butts in Carhartt jeans. Maybe it’s just me, but I’ve never seen a bad butt in those jeans. So, when I talk about my characters in jeans, I visualize Carhartt butt. 🙂 Kevin wears Carhartts because he’s hot. Hot guys with hot butts wear hot butt jeans. (Don’t ask me why, but that last sentence makes me laugh.) Confession: I’m looking at your butts, guys! My dream is to be an OFFICIAL “Best Butt Judge,” someday. I can’t help it! Tight butts drive me nuts. So, that’s enough of that. Let’s move on!


Let’s get naughty!

Continued from Oct. 17th…

I stood with my head on Kevin’s shoulder as my body began to calm. When I looked at his face, he had a cocky smirk. He took his hand out of my pants. Something about his facial expression made me wonder how many times he had done this with other women. Maybe he would leave my house and make his next stop to do the same thing to some other woman.  For whatever reason, I needed some sort of confirmation.

“Are we just friends with benefits?” I asked.

His smirk dropped and his face went blank. “Uh…well… I don’t… I wasn’t planning on being friends with benefits.”

“Okay! So, what are we? Are we supposed to be exclusive?”

He chuckled. “Are you trying to tell me something? Is there a line of men waiting outside your bedroom door?”

“No! It’s nothing like that. I’m just trying to figure out…”

“I’m kind of hoping this is an exclusive kind of thing,” he said, pressing his lips together. He tilted his head, trying to read my eyes. “Maybe we should’ve talked about that before, huh?”

“No! I want it to be exclusive. I just didn’t know. It just occurred to me that you may make these type of visits all night long.”

He laughed, wrapping his arm around my waist. “No, no, no!” His lips pressed to mine and he brushed the hair away from my eyes. “In fifteen years, this was a first. You started it. I couldn’t stop thinking about what you said and I wanted to do naughty things to you, too. I thought this would help settle that a little. But, six o’clock can’t come fast enough. You’re bad for business. You’re distracting me,” he smiled.

His declaration helped, a little. I just wanted something official, maybe. Maybe I just needed a title. Yeah! A title.

“So, you want to be my…boy…friend?” I asked.

I felt silly when I heard myself say that word. It’s not like we were kids on a playground in elementary school. Something about “boyfriend” sounded really immature. He never missed a beat.

“Sure. I’ll be your boyfriend,” he confirmed with a nod.

“That sounds so weird.”

He scrunched his nose. “A little, I guess. But, ‘friend with benefits’ sounds even worse.”

I felt better. I felt like I had a grasp on where we stood and how Kevin saw our relationship. I was happy to know we saw things the same way. We shared a few more kisses and some conversation. After a while, he lifted his arm and looked at his watch, sighing discontentedly.

“I should probably get back to work.”

I microwaved his dinner, gave him a hint of what would happen when he came back and sent him out into the night. After he left, I watched television while I ran a quick load of laundry. Then, before I went to bed, I sent him a text message.

Good night! I miss you.

After I turned my blankets back and snuggled down for the night, my phone chimed from the nightstand. I scooped it up and studied the message displayed on the bright screen.

I hope you have sweet dreams. I’ll see you at six-ten. Good night.


I set my alarm for five-thirty. I wanted to have a chance to primp a little before Kevin came back. My lingerie drawer needed a serious make-over. But, I had a plum colored camisole and shorts set that would work for the time being. I made a mental note that I would need to go shopping before our next “encounter.”

Right around ten after six, I flipped off the bathroom light and made my way down the hallway, twisting my hair up into a loose, carefree bun. I rushed over and unlocked the door before sitting on the edge of the sofa, waiting for the man of my dreams to come through the door. It was almost ten minutes later when I heard footsteps walking up onto the stoop. Then, the doorknob jiggled and the door opened. It was like when you open a gift and you finally see what hides beneath the wrapping. The anticipation of this moment had been replaced by nervousness. We both knew why he had come. Something about that fact created a mixture of emotions. He was sexy and I wanted him. But, this was a milestone. We were about to have sex for the first time. What did he expect? What if I was a disappointment?

I looked at him and smiled, trying to match his confidence. When our eyes connected, a savage, hungry look stared back at me. He had changed out of his uniform and stood before me in jeans and a simple t-shirt. But, it didn’t matter what he wore. His eyes lit me up, communicating everything he was thinking in that moment.

“You’re late,” I teased as I squirreled my body around the end of the couch to move closer to him.

“I’ll make you forget,” he promised in a seductive, smooth tone.

It was Kevin, but there was something different. There was something primal about the man that stood in front of me. He wrapped his arms around me, as I stepped closer to him. He lowered his head, pressing his lips to mine.

“Good morning,” he smiled a devious grin.

Before I could respond, his mouth covered mine. He kissed me in a slow, subtle, lustful way. I could feel my desire racing to my core with every touch of his hand and caress of his tongue. I could feel his chest rising and falling beneath my hands with his breath. I raised my arms, cradling his head as his mouth skimmed over my cheek and moved to my neck. The tip of his soft, warm tongue trailed over my skin, followed by gentle kisses. His strong hands splayed across my back, holding my body against his. I thought my heart was going to beat the hell out of me, it raced so fast. I had become sucked into a vortex of his sexual energy and it was like billions of tingly kisses all over my skin, like static from a fuzzy blanket. It was beautiful. My nervousness had melted in the heat that rushed over me. When his lips made their way back to mine, I kissed him with the desire and need he had created. I felt like we were spinning. Our hands slowly explored the others’ body, as the intensity built. In his hands, I felt millions of butterflies fluttering in my stomach. All of my abdominal muscles felt like they were folding into the middle. And, my shorts felt like they were dripping.

“Let’s go,” he breathed around our kiss.

His arms tightened around me and he walked me backwards down the hallway toward my bedroom. We were getting closer to that point that would forever change what we were to each other. I couldn’t wait. I wanted him inside me like I had never wanted a man in my life. As we stood beside my bed. He sucked on my lips before he lifted his head and smiled at me.

“This is my favorite color,” he said as he slid his fingers under the spaghetti straps on my shoulder. “It’s looks pretty on you.” His eyes stared into me as he slid the strings off of my shoulders and let the top slink down my body to the floor.

My chest heaved as his eyes slowly drifted down my face, to my neck, down my chest to my breasts and back to my eyes again. His head slowly pivoted, his chin jutting toward his shoulder. I smiled as I gripped the bottom of his shirt and started to raise it. He raised it over his head and my mouth was drawn to his bare skin like a magnet. I kissed his chest, tasting the salty taste of his skin as my tongue moved over his flesh. I tugged at the closure on his jeans, wanting to be skin on skin with him. I pushed his shorts and his jeans over his hips and sat on the side of the bed in front of him. I pulled him to me, planting kisses along his stomach, working my way lower. Something about seeing how badly he wanted me and how hard his cock was made me want him in my mouth.

“Wait a minute,” he chuckled.

He put his hand under my chin and tilted my head up so I was looking at him. I traced my tongue up his shaft and smiled at him. His breath hitched in his throat.

“I want to taste you.”

I lowered my mouth on him, closing my lips around him, tasting the salty precum that was beaded on the head of his cock. I started stroking him as my head moved back and forth a few times. I took my mouth off of him and dragged my tongue up  his shaft, to the apex at the tip. I kissed him there, sucking as I kissed him. As I stroked his cock, I took his balls into my mouth. He moaned his approval, his fingers loosening my hair from the bun on my head. After a few minutes, I slid my mouth up his shaft again, dragging my lip as my tongue flicked him. I closed my mouth over his erection and I began sucking as I rocked my head back and forth. He moaned as I looked up at him. He clenched his jaw and rocked his hips back and forth, driving his cock into my throat. Then, he let out a throaty growl and pulled his hips back, taking his cock out of my mouth. He got his wallet from the heap of jeans on the floor and pushed me back onto the bed with his body as he climbed on top of me. He kissed me as his hands fumbled with the wallet above my head. His kiss had become wilder and more passionate. I could hear his quickened, shallow breath. I had him right where I wanted him.

He reached between us, sliding off of me onto his side, fighting to slide my shorts off of my body. He chuckled a frustrated laugh as we both put forth our best effort to remove them. His tongue flicked my lips a few times before he pressed his tongue into my mouth. His fingers traced up the inside of my thigh. He lifted his head to look at me and a devious smile widened his lips. His fingers lightly raked over my swollen, aching sex, teasing me before he pressed them inside of me. His mouth moved over my chest, kissing me as he moved to my breast. My erect nipples were aching and tight as he took one into his mouth, sucking on it and flicking it with his tongue as he fingered me. I tangled my fingers in his hair, swept away in some beautiful world of ecstasy.

“I want you,” I whispered, as I kissed his head.

He pumped his fingers in and out of me with a little more force and he gently bit my nipple between his teeth. I pulled at his body, trying to pull him back on top of me. His tongue circled my pebbled nipple, before he lowered his mouth and sucked on it once more. He took his fingers out of me and gripped my breasts in his hands as he positioned himself between my legs. He teased my other breast as he had done before. He kissed my chest, up to my neck as he moved up my body, kissing me again.

I heard paper tear and his hand moved between us, rolling the condom over his cock. The anticipation of finally having him inside me was driving me crazy. He guided the tip of his erection, teasing me few times. Then, I felt him at my opening. He lifted his head and looked into my eyes as though he were asking permission. I smiled as I felt his hard cock pressing against me. I inhaled deeply as I felt him enter me. I dug my fingers into his back as he filled me. He lifted his upper body, and interlaced his fingers in mine, pressing our hands into the mattress as he started grinding against me.

“Are you okay?” I asked, for reasons I don’t know.

He chuckled and nodded his head. “I’m doing pretty damn good, right now. Are you okay?”

“Um, yeah!”

“Good! Are you ready?”


He smiled a devious smile. “Uh huh,” he said as he quickly pressed his lips to mine. He shook his hands free of mine and planted his hands beside my hips. He lifted his hips and drove his cock into me with an incredible force. I gasped as I looked up at his face. One of his eyebrows arched and this cocky smirk spread across his lips.

“Are you okay?” he teased.

“Oh, yeah!” I sighed.

He drew his hips back and slammed into me again. This time, he didn’t stop for approval. He just started drilling into me over and over again. He pulled my knee up to his hip, allowing him to sink his cock in deeper. I wrapped my arms around his neck and started moving my body with his. His slow, deliberate thrusts started coming faster. He put his hand between us and massaged my clit.

“You’re going to make me cum,” I breathed.

He pressed his lips to mine as he softly moaned. He drove his cock deeper. I bucked my hips upward, desperate for my release. His fingers pressed against my clit, harder than before. I felt fire racing up and down my thighs and I could feel my orgasm a breath away.

“Oh, baby, baby, baby!” I moaned just before my pussy started milking his cock.

He drove into me as my fingertips dug into his back. His quick thrusts slowed and he pressed into me, tilting his hips as he pressed into me. He buried his cock deep inside me. His hand slid under my ass, lifting my hips upward and into him as his face plunged into the pillow beside me. He drew a deep breath and held it. When he exhaled, there was a soft, drawn out grunt that escaped from his throat. I felt his cock pounding inside me. I kissed his neck, as he came. He drilled into me a few more times before his stiffened body began to relax. My fingertips raked up and down his back as his limp body lay on top of me. He took a deep breath, trying to slow the heavy, shallow respiration. He lifted his head and smiled at me.

“Are you okay?” I played on the awkward moment from earlier.

“Mmhmm!” he smiled as he kissed me.

His hair was saturated, his face glistening from sweat. He slowly backed his cock out of me and rolled over onto his back beside me. I attempted to fan his body with my hand, but he slid his fingers between mine. He raised our hands to his mouth, kissing the back of mine. He held my hand to his chest as we lay side by side. It was quiet for a few minutes. Then he sat up, draping his arm over my hips as he pressed his lips to mine.

“I need to go take care of something real quick. When I come back, we’re gonna get serious!”

I giggled. “Were we not just serious? That seemed pretty serious to me.”

His tongue skimmed the tops of his teeth as he seemed to be thinking about my question.

“I mean really serious,” he flashed a wicked grin and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

I smiled, having a feeling that I was about to be in for the ride of my life.

To Be Continued 10/30/2015…