Researching Blow Jobs~ The Beginnings of a Smut Writer Part Two

I don't know why I thought it was a good idea to make this a series on my blog. I posted the first one (which you can read here) almost a month ago. I thought I would make it a weekly thing... and then life happened. You know?

Anyway, where were we? Oh, right. I had attempted my first blow job and almost puked on Mr. McKay's penis. If you need to catch up go ahead. I will wait.

There, now we are all caught up! I'm a nerdy girl by nature, which may have contributed to my original downfall with the whole oral sex thing. I didn't know what I was doing. It freaked me out, I don't like going into situations half cocked (pun intended).

I had tried, I had failed, there was no pressure to ever do it again. But the thing was, now that I had tried, I wanted to succeed. I just didn't know how.

Then one day I was walking around a bookstore with Mr. McKay and this book caught my eye, The Good Girl's Guide to Bad Girl Sex by Barbara Keesling, Ph.D. It was on the bargain table. I honestly think it jumped out at me because it said something about bad girls and I was still in the spanko closet. I remember wondering if it would have a section on how to get your man to spank you.

I tried to look at it like I wasn't looking at it. I remember being very self conscious that someone was going to see me. But I must have flipped through it just enough to know that it would help, because I ended up with it.

Mr. McKay reminded me that he actually bought it for me. I forgot that part of the story, but it would make sense that I was so crippled with embarrassment and self consciousness that I couldn't actually walk it up to the register.

He bought some random things from around the check out and a self help book about sex for women. (I have said before how much I love him, right?)

Flipping through it now, I know I never read the whole thing. Like any good nerd I went straight for the index and looked up the parts that had what I wanted to know. There were tips on giving a blow job. I pretty much memorized them, and looking at them now, yeah, that's how I give a blow job.

I do remember skimming other parts of the book which seemed kind of ridiculous to me. One part was talking to yourself in the mirror. You know, finding your inner bad girl and coaxing her out. Another part has you record yourself while you walk and some exercises that go along with that.

There is also a whole section about masturbating, which yes, if women reading this book aren't masturbating then I am glad someone is telling them to! But I didn't need to read that part. Even though I was pretty virginal I was always—ahem—proficient in the department of self pleasure.

I mean, I'm sure all of these exercises help some people, but really I just needed a road map to a blow job.

I don't want to plagiarize this woman's book, and really there is no need to. It just breaks down what you can do in 6 steps. I remember being like, "Yes! Finally, give me some goddamn steps to follow!" (If you happen to buy the book, it's Exercise 10 in Chapter 8)

They are all like- lick the penis, put it in your mouth, flick it with your tongue. Probably nothing that I wouldn't have figured out on my own, but I feel like the book gave me some confidence. "Well now I know I'm doing this right, I read it in a book."

She even finishes up this section by urging you to perform the blow job with the lights on, so you can see each other. Apparently people normally do this in the dark and under the covers? Clearly, I have never been normal.

The book glosses over what to do when the man actually comes from your spectacular blow job skills. I will not lie to you, for the longest time I would not swallow. I could not make myself do it. It was just within the last few years that I got over that. I do all the time now, and I actually like to, it's not just a begrudging thing I do.

Thinking about all of this in depth has made me come to the conclusion that sex is all mind over matter. If you really think about any of it. I mean really think about it, it's all gross. It's all an exchange of fluids and noises and weirdness. If you overanalyze anything you're going to kill it.

Without really reading all of The Good Girl's Guide to Bad Girl Sex I will say that the author tries to communicate the same point that I came to. A lot of sex and being sexy is a state of mind, you have to be into what you're doing to do it. I don't know why that took me such a long time to figure out. 

As for the first actual successful blow job? I don't remember it. It wasn't disastrous so it doesn't really stand out in my memory. But I think the whole journey in general kind of set the stage for the way we handle new kinky things in my marriage. The framework was set up. We established something we wanted to try, we tried it, we talked about it, we figured out what worked and didn't, we talked about it some more, and tried it again. And there was never any judgment or criticizing, just an open dialogue. Really, that's how we do a lot of things.

So that is my story about learning how to give a blow job. It's kind of a common sexual act, but I doubt I am the only person who had a little trouble with it at first.

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The Beginnings of a Smut Writer~ Part One

My husband will say something to me occasionally that I find funny, he tells me he won the wife jackpot. It does make me laugh (and flatters me), but I understand why he says it. I didn't really find my kinky side until after we were married. Before that I was an awkward, bumbling, inexperienced sexual being.

I was a virgin until I was 23. I couldn't stomach the thought of giving a blow job, or really doing much in the way of sex until after that.

So it does seem weird that I write erotic romance. I would guess a lot of people who know me would be surprised. For most of my life, I came off as virginal and prudish. I would like to clarify that I was never a prude, I was hungry for information about all things sex, but if any of these conversations were happening in person I was probably wide-eyed and beet red.

You may be asking yourself how does a 23-year-old virgin become a 33-year-old smut writer with an active and kinky sex life? (Or maybe you're not, you might not care.)

I have jokingly said that these last few years have been my sexual renaissance. Supposedly women hit their sexual peak in their thirties, so I guess I am right on schedule. The thing I find funny though is that most of the women I talk to who are my age definitely had given at least one blow job before they had sex.

I never did. I never wanted to. Penises are not an attractive thing, and I am not trying to make men feel bad about their bodies, it's just if we are comparing, I find women way more appealing in the nude. Anyway, in my limited experience with boyfriends, things just never went there, because I didn't want it to.

Then I got together with Mr. McKay (back together, really, if we're keeping track the right way). We had sex. I was no longer a virgin. I owned lingerie for the first time. I was totally getting this sex thing down, and being sexy and all that.

I was going to give him a blow job. It was totally going to happen. Except I had no idea what I was doing. Now, I am one of those nerdy people that likes to know exactly what they are expecting before going into a situation. The unknown freaks me out. I am still to this day afraid of the dark. If I have to drive to some place new for a specific occasion, even with a GPS, I like to do a dry run the day before. 

And now all of a sudden I had it in my head that I was going to give my first blow job. Just like that! No tutorial or anything. My girlfriends were of no help, the ones I had the courage to ask were incredibly vague leading me to believe that they either A. had no idea either B. hated doing it C. both

I even asked Mr. McKay, who looked at me like I had three heads. Right, I guess he'd never given a blow job before either. When I exhibited any kind of nervousness or anxiety he just told me I didn't have to do it. That he wouldn't be able to enjoy it anyway if I was freaking out.

So I did what anyone would do. I got drunk. We were away for the weekend in a hotel room and I sucked down enough drinks to get rid of my nervousness. I knew the basics at least, I put his cock in my mouth and suck, right? Even though it is called a blow job. It's terribly misnamed, it should be a suck job. I think I even giggled about this on that fateful night. I'm sure he really appreciated my running narrative.

We may have made out for a little bit, knowing my husband he probably made me come first. I can't remember all of the details as this was ten years ago. What I do remember is finally just jumping in. I sunk to my knees—and the room tilted, perhaps I had had too many drinks.

I steadied myself and took a deep breath, and then almost choked on the musky smell. I'm not saying he smelled, like in a bad way, but men have that certain musky smell. You know, the manly smell. Maybe it isn't all men and I am just generalizing here, but I have always had a really acute sense of smell and that coupled with the drinks were already spelling out a recipe for disaster.

Then there was the penis itself, staring me in the face. We had had limited interactions up until this point. Sure I had touched it, it had been inside of me, but were we really at a point where I wanted to put it in my mouth? There it was looking all eager and excited, and I was struck with the thought once again that I had no idea what the fuck I was doing.

I remember licking my lips and making sure my mouth wasn't dry. This was literally the only piece of advice I got from one of my friends, and it is to this day a pretty good tip on giving a blow job. Don't jump in there with dry lips, that will not be pleasant for either one of you.

Then, without any sort of preamble I just dove straight in. And I guess I went too quickly, or I got a little too eager, because it slammed into the back of my throat and I gagged around him. I drew back, sputtering and heaving, my gag reflex triggered and I nearly vomited on his dick.

Sexy, right? But there's more!

Then there were the tears. Because what is even better than not actually getting a blow job you were anticipating getting? Oh, it's a crying inconsolable, drunk girlfriend.

If I weren't already so in love with this man at this point in time, he would have had me forever after this anyway. He was non-plussed by the entire situation. He pulled me onto the bed and wrapped me in his arms and told me it didn't matter. None of it mattered. 

We weren't even engaged at this point, but it was talked about. It was happening, we both knew it. But now I was worried. Was this a sticking point? Wouldn't he rather find some girl who could properly orally please him without almost puking?

"What if I can never do it? Can you live your whole life without it?" I remember tearfully asking him. 

He said something to the effect of getting to spend the rest of his life with me was all he wanted, he didn't care about anything else.

Swoon. Pretty much the best answer, because if he had even seemed a little annoyed about the whole outcome I doubt I would have ever tried it again. Also, would I want to marry a man that was annoyed I couldn't give him a blow job?

I still felt the undeniable need to reciprocate. He was always so selfless with the oral pleasure. And so goddamn good at it from day one. I didn't want to be lacking in this area. I was determined to try again and get the hang of it.

Maybe this was the first seed that was planted. So began my journey into my kinky self. It all started with a disastrous blow job.

To Be Continued...

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Techniques in Distraction~ Six of the Best

Happy Sunday! It's my first week joining Six of the Best, where authors get together and share six paragraphs of a story with their readers.

Today I have a juicy snippet from my soon to be released BDSM romance Cherished. If you read my recent release Mastered, you might recognize Serena. She was a small side character in that book, but now I've given her her own story.

In this scene, Serena has found herself in a bit of trouble with her Dom. She's attempting to get herself out of it by distracting him... with her oral skills. She only ends up digging herself deeper, though.

Alex grunted and hissed a curse. She was bringing out her A-game. She smiled to herself that she could bring him to his knees like this. Well, technically she was on her knees, but she was definitely the one in control. As Alex moaned, she moaned in return, sending a humming vibration over his cock. She closed her eyes and imagined his hands all over her body. He tightened his hold in her hair, making her scalp prickle, but she breathed through her nose and continued on. 

She imagined Alex pulling her off of her knees. In her fantasy he laid her back across the leather ottoman, the same one where he had laid he cane. He pushed her legs open and tore her panties off. Just ripped them straight down the middle. Then he thrusted into her with such a ferocity she had to hold onto his forearms just to keep herself in place. Her moans deepened and she wrapped one hand around the base of his cock. Pumping while she sucked, she slid her other hand under the front of her dress.

Placing two fingers over the gusset of her panties she pressed down. She wasn’t really playing with herself. Opening her eyes, she glanced up. Alex was way too involved in what she was doing to him to notice. She edged a finger up and slipped down the front of her panties. The instant she made direct contact with her pussy lips her body jerked. Alex pushed her head down against him, he must have felt her distraction. She spent a few seconds giving him her undivided attention, getting him back to the edge of orgasm, and then she delved her fingers deeper. She trailed a finger over her clit, passing over it lightly as she caressed her own silken slit. Pressing her fingers against herself, she listed her hips to the side, bringing her thighs together and crushing her hand.

Drawing back she flicked her tongue over Alex’s tip again. He grunted at the loss of her mouth on him. Glancing down his eyes widened. “Are you playing with yourself?” His heavy lidded gaze fled as he looked at her incredulously.

“You’re making me so hot,” she pouted, arching her back and trying to appeal to him. Alex forbade her from playing with herself and made her beg to come. She had thought she was into edging and orgasm denial until it became her everyday life.

He rose to his feet, forcing her to sit back on her heels to give him room. “Give me your hands,” he demanded. 

Cherished, coming soon!

Serena's landed herself the perfect man. He's wealthy, powerful, and an unrelenting Dom. Everything a smart girl with a penchant for kink could want. But a year into their relationship and she's doubting what they really have together. When she confronts him, she's devastated to discover she had the wrong idea from the beginning. 

Ethan is back in town to help out his friend manage his BDSM club. The short respite from his life across the country is just the break he needed. But when his troubles end up following him, things become even more complicated than before.

When Serena and Ethan meet, it isn't perfect timing. Serena finds it hard to trust again, but then Ethan shows her what it's like to be cherished. Can they let go of their baggage long enough to find real happiness? Or will their complicated past relationships catch up with them?

Make sure you check out the rest of the blogs today, and thanks for stopping by!

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The Cure for a Headache

"Come here," he says.

But I am in a snit and not feeling very much like listening. "It's okay," I huff. "Maybe tomorrow, maybe this weekend?"

It's growing dark out, early evening and I have to leave the house soon or I will be late. I was promised some afternoon kink. I was promised a much needed spanking. I waited and waited. I was patient. Until I wasn't. And then I was just annoyed. I even started getting a headache. Maybe from gritting my teeth.

"Close the curtains and come over here." This time more affirmative. More of a command than a statement. It does perk me up a bit, make my pulse quicken. But I'm still not feeling very agreeable.

"But we don't have to. I have a little headache. It's getting late," I protest. Because really, why be easy? He could have had easy all day.

"I said, come over here."

Oh. Apparently we aren't messing around. I know in the back of my head if I really protest and really put him off, he will not argue. He will let it go. But maybe that isn't what I want. Why push my luck?

"Should I go get something?" I ask, referring to an implement. Maybe a paddle or something.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know, so you don't have to use your hand." All of a sudden I'm trying to make this easy, maybe worried I won't get the spanking I really want.

"I got this," is his only reply, then he gives me the 'what are you waiting for' look.

A little zing of excitement shoots through me. I get up and close the curtains. I walk over to where he sits. Maybe he'll give me a cuddle. Maybe we'll just kiss and touch and be close. But his fingers grab at my waist band, he pulls my pants and panties down in one motion.

I let out a surprised giggle. What brought this on? He roughly pulls me over his lap and I am still trying to find a comfortable position when the smacks begin to fall. Hard.

I try to stay still. You know, my old habit of keeping still and making no noise so as to not stop the spanking. #thingsyoudowithnonspankohusbands

But he really isn't letting up and he's not slowing down. "Ahh, ow!" I finally call out. Bracing myself for the end, kicking myself that I could have taken more. But he still doesn't stop leaving me slightly miffed and a lot turned on. 

I kick my legs out straight behind me, pointing my toes. I wrap my arms around a throw pillow and try to find something to concentrate on. I call out again and list to the side, this time he stops. Gives me a gentle caress over my burning ass before he starts playing with me with his fingers. 

Having been on the edge all day, it doesn't take much effort before I am almost there, but then his fingers are gone. WTF? But then he's spanking again. It doesn't hurt so much now as it stokes the flames. As if I weren't like a cat in heat before, I am pretty much about to come just from this spanking.

I'm laying in a puddle on the floor when he's finally done with me. Or so I thought he was done with me.

"You want to suck my cock?"

I am almost salivating at the thought. So I do suck his cock, and I do reach another orgasm. And oddly enough my headache disappeared...

That was better than pouting and taking an Advil. But really, next time, do we need to make me wait so long?

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Let's Talk About Oral- LOL Day!

Welcome, LOL Day-ers! We do Love Our Lurkers, don't we? I know I do! Thanks to Hermione for heading this whole thing up! So today is about showing appreciation for all the lurkers, because we all started as one, right? Well I know I did.

If you are reading this and you are one of these unnamed people that floats in and out of blog land hopping from post to post, reading and connecting, but never commenting- know that you are completely welcome to keep doing that- there is no judgement here. But if you do want to leave a comment, we love that too! Sometimes, as a blogger, you start to feel like you're talking to yourself. 

Anyway, I have a random- What's Going On in Casey's Head post for you today! 

The other day Mr. McKay and I were texting about dinner (because really, that is the inevitable question- What's for dinner?)

He had it all figured out- which is not the only reason I am married to him, but it sure is a perk! I added to our meal completeness with having baked a cake the night before, so not only did we have a meal- we also had dessert! Hooray! It was one of those things where everything came together and it just made me smile (yes, I realize I am only talking about dinner here, but a girl's gotta eat!).

Moving along, I followed up my joyousness with a reply to my husband: Blow jobs for everyone!

He was rightfully confused, as you don't call oral sex on a woman a blow job. I was meaning we are so adult and awesome in planning our nighttime meal that we should reward each other with some oral sex. But I guess the way I put it meant there would be various men receiving blow jobs in our home. Which, hey, might be a nice night for some- but I am a one man kinda girl.

We began discussing this during our well planned and thought out meal. And I proposed that girls could have blow jobs too. Yes, why not just call it a blow job for a girl too? People still know what you mean!

Mr. McKay: Because that isn't what it's called.

Me: Then what is it called?

Mr. McKay: Not that.

Me (batting eyes seductively): Come on, don't you want to give me a blow job?

He recoils in horror: No, I don't. Stop saying it.

Me: Okay, how about some oral copulation?

Mr. McK: You really know how to kill something, don't you?

So yes, I know we can describe giving oral sex to a female as "going down on her" which I prefer so much more than "eating her out" which sounds vulgar even to my ears.

But really, besides oral sex or cunnilingus (which really, who says that?)- there isn't anything fun and sexy to call it.

I think it needs a new name, I say we start something here!

I also think blow job is a terrible term as well, but it is way better than "eating out"- who thought these up? 

So do me a favor, think up a better term for these oral sex acts and post them in the comments. Come on lurkers! De-lurk for one day and help the good of the people! I need some new, sexy terms to use in my next novella ;)

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Breath Each Other In By Thianna D- A M/M Spanking Romance

Thianna D dropped by today to share a sexy excerpt from her new M/M Spanking Romance!

For Logan & Christian, one thing makes all the difference

Breathe Each Other In

Author: Thianna D

3^rd in the All They Ever Needed trilogy

Buy Links: http://www.thiannad.com/2014/08/breathe-each-other-in.html

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Goodreads link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22913451-breathe-each-other-in

Marketing copy:

While the outside world might try to undermine them, Logan and Christian’s relationship just grows stronger. In this, the final part of the All They Ever Needed trilogy, their lives take an unexpected turn.

Christian takes to heart everything he learns from Logan’s father and as he and Logan go forward in their DD relationship, he finds that he is willing to not just take on the mantle of Head of House, but to embrace it. With Logan graduating from college, Christian takes the next logical step and asks his boyfriend to move in.

Even with the stress of student teaching and trying to figure out what to do after graduation, Logan leaps at the chance to live with the man he loves. As the pressure of graduation begins to get to him, the only thing to keep him grounded is the amazing man at his side.

Those closest to them make huge changes in their own lives and when an unexpected job offer lands in Logan’s lap, the two have to make a life altering decision. No matter which way they go, they need to give something up. Play it safe and stay home or accept the job and move away from their families? When it comes to decision time, there is one thing they are not willing to part with. That one thing makes all the difference in the world.

All They Ever Needed trilogy:

Book 1: As Natural As Breathing

Book 2: Took My Breath Away

Book 3: Breathe Each Other In

Enjoy this fun and sexy snippet from Christian and Logan:

Both of their mothers sent him with Thanksgiving food, which was good. The two coolers of food, candy, and beer helped them keep up their energy for their forty-eight hours of spanking, sex, and more sex. That thought was not helping his current hard-on, but he was not about to stop thinking about it. Thanksgiving had been wonderful. As soon as they closed the door behind him, Logan began to strip him – and not gently. There were several shirt buttons they never did find.

They also didn’t make it across the floor for those first couple hours. Instead, Logan dropped to his knees, pulled down Christian’s pants and swallowed his dick in one movement that Christian still found extremely impressive. Ungh! That wonderful feeling of sliding past his tongue into his throat and the way he swallowed around him. But even better was when Logan grasped Christian’s hands and placed them on each side of his face. He understood what Logan was showing him, but it had startled him at first.

Sure, what man did not dream about face fucking someone? He surely had. Many times. But he had never done it. Oh, he had tons of things to be thankful for that day and he and Logan laughed for quite some time afterward as he let loose a litany of every part of Logan he was grateful for as he pounded into his boyfriend’s throat.

“Someone’s thinking of something sexy.” Logan’s smooth voice made Christian look over, smiling into stunning blue eyes.

“Hey, gorgeous.” A strong hand wrapped around his cock making him cry out. “Watch out, I’m really close.”

Logan grinned mischievously. “What were you thinking about?” he asked, stroking hideously slowly.

“Evil,” he gasped, chuckling as Logan laughed. “Thanksgiving.”

“Wouldn’t have been about your giving thanks, would it?” Logan teased as Christian groaned, trying to thrust into Logan’s hand. Unfortunately, Logan released him making him whine. “Nope. Not gonna happen. I want to know.”

Whimpering, Christian rolled him on to his back and straddled his thighs. “Actually, that is exactly what I was thinking about.”

Logan grinned up at him. “I loved it. I think my favorite one was, ‘I’m fuckety thankful–FUCK!–for Logan’s fucking tight–FUCK!–throat.’ Shakespeare would be proud.”

Bursting out laughing, Christian collapsed on top of him. “Shit, it’s not fair to quote me during a time like that.” Laughing, their bodies rubbed nicely against one another, making his problem worse. “Damn, if I don’t get some release soon, I’m gonna have a case of blue balls.”

“Well, I can’t have that happen,” Logan tsked, flipping him on to his side. “And, you know, I’m having a bit of a morning wood problem as well. I say we take care of both at the same time.”

“Mutual masturbation?” Christian suggested.

“Nope.” Logan sat up and turned around so that his shaft was right in front of Christian’s face and Logan’s face was… Christian’s brain functions ground to a stop as warm wet lips encased his cock.

“Oh, yeah.”

About the author:

Thianna D is a writer of both f/m and m/m erotic romance. Most of her works include BDSM or DD. Logan and Christian brought together the domestic discipline way of life, spanking in an erotic context, and two amazing characters she loves very much. It is difficult to say goodbye to them as this is the final book in the trilogy. Thankfully she has a list of books she’s writing – that should help.

To find her online, check out one of the following websites:

Her Website

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Dungeon Crawl- Coat Closet Shenanigans

I'm back! Someone said I could come back :) Thanks again to Romancing the Kink for organizing this and getting it all together.

What do I have for you today? I have a little excerpt from my first book Catch a Falling Star. It doesn't really need much set up: Luke and Mac have locked themselves in a coat closet at a fancy shmance awards dinner. They get up to some shenanigans.

 Luke took a step closer and turned her around, he unzipped the back of her dress. “Dress. Off. Now.” His words came in between kissing down the back of her neck.

She could feel a dampness between her thighs as her body responded to his commanding tone. She swung back around, feeling her temper kick in, more annoyed with her body for betraying her than Luke.

“Seriously, Luke?” Mac crossed her arms across her chest. “Why are you being so bossy? I'm not here for you to order me around.”

Mac still wasn't entirely sure how she ended up in the coat closet with him to begin with. Every ounce of her had wanted to walk away. Nothing good could come of this and she knew it. But he just wore down all of her defenses and she felt all of her walls crumbling down, damn him.

Luke grabbed her face and gave her another probing kiss. “I need you Molly,” his hand held onto the back of her head, “I thought I wouldn't see you again. And now you're here, and I need you.”

She felt her heart tug at his words. He had been afraid he wouldn't see her again. She wanted to believe him and looking into his eyes, she did. Mac kicked herself again for being such an idiot. She had almost thrown it away because she was too scared.

Mac pulled herself away from Luke and stepped out of her dress. She carefully laid it over the back of a chair. Then she stood before him in her strapless bra, thong, and heels.

“Christ, Molly,” Luke's voice was hoarse when he spoke, “the things you do to me.”

Mac knew exactly what she wanted to do to him. She dropped to her knees before him and unzipped his pants. He tried to pull her to her feet, but she shook her head. She sat back on her heels and looked up at him. “That's not what I meant,” Luke whispered, “you shouldn't feel like you have to-”

“Luke,” Mac cut him off, “stop talking.” She undid the button of his dress pants and pulled his cock through the front of his boxers. Mac gripped the base of his shaft in one hand while she licked the tip of his penis with her tongue. Luke let out a groan.

Mac slid his throbbing cock into her mouth and began to suck. Luke tangled his fingers into her hair. She sat back on her heels again pumping his shaft with her hand then she used the tip of her tongue to trace the underside of his penis. Luke elicited a moan followed by a gasp. Mac smiled as she took his entire length in her mouth. Working her hand and tongue in time, she could feel him start to tense up.

“Stop,” Luke said, out of breath, “I'm going to come.” Mac persisted in her work, clamping her lips tighter around him.

“Shit, Molly,” and then he let out a low guttural moan. She felt his salty sweetness hitting the back of her throat. Drinking in every last drop of him.

Luke staggered back placing his hand against a wall. “I wanted to make you come,” he sounded like a little boy who had lost his favorite toy.

Mac got up from the floor and smiled, “But I wanted to make you come,” she stepped into her dress, “you keep telling me not to be afraid of what I want.”

Thanks for coming back! Make sure you visit all the other Dungeon Crawlers for your fill of kink for the day!

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Reality vs. Fiction- The Shower Scene

I love a happy ending. I love some light hearted comedy. The boy gets the girl, (maybe he spanks her, that's always a plus) they make hot passionate love and then live HEA. Does this story get boring? Not to me, and probably not to a lot of readers and movie goers who shell out lots of cash annually to be told this story again and again.

So, I am writing a new book. Does the boy get the girl? Yes! He totally spanks her (because it's my book, I'll do what I want). They make hot passionate love, yay! There's also zombies and maybe a witch or two- because why not?

I am writing, I am trying to make my plot move along, I am trying to make it believable that two people would take the time to get it on while they are in the midst of fighting zombies. I'm doing a lot of “If this were me in this situation, would I throw out a flirty comment before or after I bash the zombie's head in?”

I know, it's ridiculous, but I guess that's the difference when you live in real life versus living in a book. (By the way, was that an option somewhere? Because I think we all chose poorly.)

The fact of the matter is, real life is not always that sexy. At least not around here, if you are having romance novel sexual encounters, then I am jealous. I wrote a part of my last book Catch a Falling Star where the two main characters are in the shower. I remember thinking “What's it like when we shower together?” The hard reality is shower blow jobs= soap in the eyes, or water in the ears, or not being able to breath because I don't have gills. The shower floor is slippery, one or both of us almost falls. The hot water runs out, the water is too hot, too cold, not hitting me, not hitting him.

Mostly, we hardly ever shower together anymore, too much nonsense. But the characters in my book made it look easy-

He shut the door softly behind him and wasn't surprised when he heard Mac come in the bathroom a few minutes after him. She stepped out of her clothes and slipped into the shower behind him. Luke held in a laugh as she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his back, “I'm sorry,” her voice was muffled.

Luke turned around and switched their positions to guide her under the shower head. “I'm just trying to deal with something and figure things out, it's making me a little bitchy,” Mac sighed under the pulsating water. He held in a sigh, knowing that their new relationship was already falling into a pattern he didn't wish to keep repeating.

He knew his answer before he asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” she answered quickly, “it's no big deal.” He felt like they had had this conversation at least 4 times this week. It always ended with Mac using sex to distract him, well maybe he would turn the tables and use it to get her attention. She went to reach past him for the body wash, but he caught her arm and pressed into her with the length of his body, suffocating her in a kiss. Mac wrapped her hand around his stiff penis and looked up into his face, “I thought your run would have tired you out.”

“No way,” he said as he laced his fingers in her hair, “endorphins are pumping through me. It's better than a cup of coffee.”

Mac started sliding her hand up and down his cock, “What do you want to do?” she whispered in his ear.

Luke stilled her hand and looked right into her eyes, “I want you to talk to me.”

She looked back him, confused, “Well I know what I want to do with my mouth, and it doesn't involve talking.” Mac started caressing his cock again and began sinking to her knees.

I am wishing you all sexy shower scenes today- where the hot water never runs out!

http://www.amazon.com/Catch-a-Falling-Star-ebook/dp/B00CF12U3C/

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Trying to Relax

     You might have noticed, I haven't really posted anything recently (or maybe you didn't notice, but I'll tell you, that I have not posted anything recently). This is due to the fact that I ended up working a ton of hours at my boring day job last week. And even though it is my boring day job and I don't want to be stuck there forever and it is by no means a career, it still gets me stressed out from time to time. Pile that on top of a summer holiday that brings in a lot of foot traffic to this fine retail establishment, and I was ready to tear my hair out from the stress and the lack of sleep.

     Friday came and the bulk of the week was done, I only had to get through Saturday and then I would finally have a day off. We had plans to go to dinner with some friends and my brother-in-law, but it was still early so my husband suggested that I go take a nap. I was just so tired and worn out that this seemed like a good idea.

     I ended up lying there for the better part of an hour wide awake (and really only stayed in bed that long because my one cat was tucked in so tightly next to me, snoring away so happily, that I felt bad moving him). The whole time I am lying there I am just thinking about sex. Sex in a book I happened to be reading, sex with my husband, fantasy sex that I was just creating in my head. I don't know why, but this is what I was stuck on thinking. I was getting hornier and hornier. I could hear my husband in the other bedroom typing on his laptop and I kept trying to send him telepathic messages to come join me in bed (strangely he never gets them, I think we need to have our connection cleaned out).

     Eventually I have myself worked up into such a frustrated state that I need to do something about this. I stomp out of the bedroom and across the hall, stepping into the doorway I announce “I can't sleep, I'm too horny.” (Seduction skills at their finest, go on, take some notes.)

     My husbands eyes snap up from his laptop and he gives me an “Ooookaaay.” (I'm sure his drawn out response was buying him time in trying to figure out how to handle the crazy lady with the disheveled hair in her ultra sexy too big t-shirt and holey lounge pants demanding sex.)

     We have a quick debate:

     Him: We don't have much time.

     Me: We can be quick!

     Him: My brother's meeting us here, like soon.

     At my frustrated groan he calls his brother and tells him we'll pick him up instead, do not come over. (Seriously, I love my husband.)

We decide we are going to take a shower. So we make it into the bathroom, but never into the shower. Our clothes are off at record speed (I promised to be quick!), and he has me smashed up against the bathroom door. There's lots of stroking and tweaking and hair pulling. It's all happening so quickly, and I had myself so torqued up already, that I feel like I am about to jump out of my skin.

     My husband gets down on his knees in front of me to give me a little oral action (have I mentioned how much I love him?) but he puts his hand between my legs and I let out an “Ahhh!” and clamp my thighs shut around his hand. He looks up at me in surprise and I start laughing uncontrollably. This has happened before, not often, but from time to time. I can't even really explain it except that it feels like too much too soon. I know, I was super horny, I wanted this, I wanted his hands all over me, and then they were and it was like sensory overload. I end up shoving him away and laughing.

Here is my reason for this post. Am I alone in this? Does this happen to anyone else? Should I be chalking it up to the exhaustion and the stress?

     Not to leave you hanging. Thankfully my husband was undeterred (I guess he's used to my crazy). He kept it above the belt for a little bit, and gave me a few well placed slaps, before making his way back down, and it was amazing to say the least. And I returned the favor (I'm all for equality) and even figured out a new little trick with my tongue that had him losing his mind (I don't mean to sound braggy, I was quite proud of myself, and let's be real I probably picked it up from some smut book I was reading).

     Later on I apologized for my reaction (and you know, almost crushing his hand in between my legs). He kind of shrugged it off and said “I just take it as you're not ready yet and I go back to the beginning.” Very insightful of him. Any other insights? Feel free to tell me I'm just a headcase, its nothing I don't already know.

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Talk Dirty (Laundry) to Me

Hope everyone had a fantastic weekend. I could lament that I don't really have weekends because I work Saturdays, but mine was actually really nice. Got to see some friends, won a raffle at the racetrack, and the weather turned out nicer than expected. Also, Natasha Knight posted an excerpt from my book Catch a Falling Star on her blog! If you missed it go check it out.

     I'm glad the weekend turned out to be fulfilling because the week itself felt like a series of missed opportunities with my husband. I actually hate when we 'plan' on having sex because it just never seems to work out that way. We are big on sexting. We've been known to go back and forth all day long sending suggestive messages throughout the work day. Sometimes this is the best foreplay ever, we get home from work and are practically tearing each other's clothes off. But some other times its like too much build up. We've been talking about it all day, talking about having sex, planning on it happening. And then we both get home, and we forgot to defrost something for dinner, we're tired and crabby and hungry. No one wants to go to the food store, but we have nothing for lunches tomorrow, and we're out of milk, again! And oh yeah, the sex, right, about that... oh, you want to postpone? Yeah, I'm okay with that.

I think this is why I am addicted to romance novels, they very rarely have day to day bullshit impeding their sex lives. I guess once in a while it happens in a story, but it's usually there to add conflict to the plot and make it spicier. I may read and write romances, but I am not living one.

     I spent my Saturday morning ignoring my husband and reading all the Saturday Spankings on everyone's blogs. Then I went to work. My husband and I didn't really talk all day because I was busy at work and he was out running errands.

     We had no definite plans for the night. So of course I was hoping we could relax, eat dinner, maybe have one thing lead to another. No planning, just seeing where the night took us. Then our friends texted and wanted to get together in 20 minutes to watch the hockey game. (Luckily with these friends 20 minutes really means 45.)

     My husband looks up from his phone. “You want to go?”

     I shrug my shoulders, seeing my night of seduction go up in flames, again. But we used to have a tight group of friends that we saw multiple times a week, now we're lucky to get together once a month, I really didn't want to say no.

     “Sure.” Is my half-hearted response.

     “We probably have time, want to go upstairs?” My husband suggests.

     I am off the couch like a shot, my husband quickly at my heels. “Lock the door!” (They live in our neighborhood, don't want an embarrassing drop-in.)

     The windows in our bedroom are wide open, but its about 9pm so its dark enough so no one can see us with the lights out. After flicking the light on for about five seconds to be sure no cats are on the bed, we slam the door shut and proceed. Sure, windows wide open, quickie in the dark wasn't really where I thought this night was going, but now I want this!

      My husband has my pants off and is pushing me towards the bed before I know what's going on. He puts his hand down and realizes his belt is laying on the bed.

     “Oh, I don't think we'll have time for this tonight,” he says. Yes, because now every time I leave something out he thinks I mean for him to spank me with it. Not that I'm complaining, but it's normally not my intention.

     I tell him I didn't leave his belt on the bed, he says he was wearing it today with his cargo shorts.

“I just threw a load of wash in, I took your belt out of your shorts.” I try to get all the laundry done Saturday night so I am not spending my Sunday off doing wash all day.

     Then he starts complaining that he only had them on a few hours today and they weren't dirty. He turns the light on, I dive behind the bed.

     “Seriously! I have no pants on and the windows are open!” I am so annoyed. He turns the light back off. Continues talking about how his stupid shorts were clean.

     What is happening right now? Now I'm getting super sensitive and defensive over the laundry situation. I tell him he could at least thank me for doing the laundry, it's not my freaking job.

     He gets very close to me, backing me up until the back of my legs hit the bed, “Thanks for doing the laundry.” This does not sound at all sincere.

     “I don't feel like doing this right now.” I fold my arms in front of my chest and try to side step him. But its dark, and he's bigger than me, and I end up on the bed instead of storming out of the room.

     I'm ready to tell him to go to hell, I am so pissed right now. But now his hand is in my panties, and holy shit am I wet. When did that happen? He knows right where to touch me (damn him), I end up coming quickly and with so much force that I am wondering if our argument just served as foreplay? Is that a thing?

I am still coming back down when he positions himself between my legs and goes down on me, I start to tell him to stop, but thankfully shut my mouth. I almost start giggling because I realize my head is hanging upside down off the side of the bed. The blood is kind of rushing to my head, and I'm having a hard time taking a full breath, and then I have another intense orgasm.

     I push him back on the bed so he's laying down. He helps me get his shorts and boxers off and then I get busy giving him a blow job. I don't care about anything anymore. Laundry, visiting friends, the wide open windows. I just want to make him come. I am overcome with lust, this is the only thing in the world I want to be doing right now (I honestly thought I would never say that, just the thought of oral sex grossed me out.     But now I really love giving my husband blow jobs). I bring him to climax and collapse onto the bed next to him.

     We lay there in the dark for a minute before finding our clothes and heading off to our friends'. We were both much more relaxed, and the laundry eventually got finished.

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Getting Back on Track

       I was trying to decide what to post about today and thought maybe you would like to hear about the shenanigans I got up to with my husband over the weekend. A little background about me and my husband, we’ve been married about 3 ½ years, about 2 days after our wedding my husband found out he was getting laid off from his job. We’ve been in quite the financial slump since the beginning of our marriage, it could be extremely stressful at times, but I am happy to say I just feel lucky that he’s the one by my side. We’ve just been trying to hold it all together and still try to have some fun when we can.

      Last month my husband started a new job, we’ve both been adjusting to the new schedule and getting used to having less time together. Add to that an awful cold we’ve been passing back and forth between us and you can imagine that things have not really been all that sexy and spontaneous over here.

That brings us to Friday night, we’re laying on separate couches, watching a DVD (when did we turn into this boring married couple?); the movie comes to a close and I start collecting our ice cream dishes, dropping them off in the sink and switching off lights on my way back. “Ready to head upstairs?” I ask him. “Sure,” he says, but instead of getting up he grabs me by the hips and pulls me down on top of him, he gives me this slanted half smirk and heavy lidded gaze that has been making my panties wet since I met him in high school (does he know what that look does to me?). This is new, normally I am the instigator of any sexual situation (not surprising considering the amount of erotic novels on my e-reader), but it could just be that I don’t give my poor husband the chance to initiate anything because I am always jumping the gun. But now I have instantly gone from sleepy to horny and I am practically panting in anticipation.

      He hooks his thumbs into my pants, pulling my thong and yoga pants down in one deft move; I am gyrating against him, my fingers tugging on his hair as I pull him deeper into a kiss. The next thing I know, he has me pushed down across his lap in prime spanking position, and I start giggling (something I really try not to do, I feel like I shouldn’t be giggling at moments of high sexual tension, it makes me feel a lot less sexy). He starts spanking with his hand, and caressing where he’s just spanked, and now I’m moaning and arching, my arms flailing out. His hand wanders down to my clit and my moans get louder, he’s working a finger in and out of me while he rubs against my clit and I’m digging my nails into the couch cushion. Now he flips me over again so I am laying across his lap face up, this drives me a little higher because I love it when he is all in charge and tossing me around. My stinging cheeks are rubbing against the couch cushion, my legs are stretched out across him and he clamps a hand over my thigh to keep me in place, his other hand comes back down to my clit and at this point I am writhing. He brings me to climax as I scream and twist the back couch cushion in my fist, bringing it down on top of myself.  I lay there for a minute, catching my breathe, my husband smiling down at me. Then I pop up and spring into action, shedding the rest of my clothes, tearing at my husband’s until we are both naked. I sink to my knees in front of him and take is erect cock in my mouth. I’m steadying myself with my hands splayed on his thighs as I work him back and forth in my mouth. I feel doubly satisfied as he comes apart under my ministrations. Now I am very giggly as we clean up and head upstairs for real this time. I love that we’re getting back on track!

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