Thursday, May 21, 2009

Thick...

The air is thick and hot and hangs like the moss on the trees outside in the moonlight.

We lay on our backs on the crisp white sheets, listening to the fan above us.

Thud. Whoosh. Thud. Whoosh.

I pray for the air to come down from the high ceiling or a breeze to move in off the water.

The crickets sing through the fan's chorus.

Slowly, I reach over to tickle the lower part of his belly, watching his reflexes and the muscles tighten as he tries not to laugh.

Absently I continue, running circles around his navel with my fingertips.  

He sighs contentedly and I move up and down lightly tracing lines along his thighs, around his belly, never touching his cock.  It's a game we play and it takes no time before it is reaching for me, begging me to wrap my hand around it.

But I don't.  Not yet.  It's way too much fun to have him squirming.

I'd make him beg if it weren't so damned hot.

Finally, he begins to squirm and turns toward me, poking my hip with his long, hard cock.

I laugh and begin to protest about how hot it is but he is over me, running a trail of precum down my belly to the cleft of my pussy.

I try to open my legs but his are on the outside holding them together.

Slowly he begins pushing against my lips, until the head of his cock slides against my clit, but no further.

Braced above me, he grabs my hips for leverage and grinds his cock slowly into the cleft, the lips sucking on the juicy head as we both begin to sweat.

Him from the heat; me from the swelling in my clit, the tingling in my toes....

He reaches up for my arms, leans over to kiss me and releases my legs, sliding into my cunt as I cum.

Just in time for him to fuck me.

Saturday, May 09, 2009

The Great Pretender...

The plagiarist is making her blog "friends only". I would have been happier if she had just taken the ones that belonged to me down. But I guess she will continue to troll the ether and steal what does not belong to her.

What pissed me off the most, not that stealing does not make me mad, were the comments from people saying what an amazing writer she was.

No, that would be ME and all the other people she stole from. (I know, the sentence should really read: "from which she stole". Cut me some slack, I'm crabby)

On a happier note, the project I have been (happily) handcuffed to is taking shape and still means the next month or two is going to be blindingly busy, but last night Finn showed up to sing me to sleep.

Mmm... I love the way he sings....

Thursday, May 07, 2009

Imitation ??

Is the sincerest form of flattery.

I'll second that.

But what about plagiarism?

Not so much.

In fact, it makes me really angry.

I write for a living, in many realms, many genres. It pays my bills but I also write because it is what I love.

Someone has stolen 3 or more of my posts and pretended they were her own.

She posts on Adult Friend Finder and one of my readers sent me the links.

She's stolen a lot of other bloggers' posts too.

If you want the scoop, I'll be glad to give you the links if you send me an email.

You have to have an AFF account which, believe it or not, I didn't have.

It was worth it to me to be able to read my work being passed off as hers.

Such a snaky thing for someone to do, don't you think?