I guess this is a good place to talk about my books.. I've finished "November Rain" and having some friends read it and critique it. Now I'm onto another book..More like a sequel but with different characters. I'm not going to reveal the title but I will give you one little snippet. But before I do that here are the two people I have envisioned in the story. Their names are Quinn and Sandy. Sandy is supposed to be a bit short but Mandy Moore has the face, eyes, hair that I pictured.. Joe M. Is pure sexiness!
“Wow, what a great room. So nice in here.” Sandy commented, looking around.
“Yeah, it’s alright. It’s not my home in Nevada, but it will do, for now.”
She sat on the bed, looking at me while I stood, arms crossed, looking at her.
“You must miss Nevada, huh?”
Nodding my head, “Yeah.”
“Come here.” She said as she patted the spot next to her. No thinking twice on my end as I made my way towards her warm body. I immediately covered her with my arms and leaned her down onto my bed. She moaned in glory when I took hold of her mouth. Like she always does, she wrapped her legs around my middle while I roughly kissed her.
“Lets get cleaned up in the shower, baby.” I whispered in her ear.
“Mmmm, sounds good.”
Fuck me, I loved that tone. So sexy, and hungry.
“Stand up. Take off your clothes for me.” Even though I wanted to rip her clothes off myself, I wanted to see what she looked like doing it herself. I wanted to see what I miss out every day. She stood in front of me, looking up, with her innocent, playful eyes. She slowly crumpled her fingers at the edge of her shirt and lifted it up, over her head. Her fingers made it to her hair, pulling out her ponytail, making her long wavy, brown locks fall onto her chest. Holy shit. Still looking up at me, she unclasped her bra, releasing her arms from the straps, letting it fall to the ground. Her hair was teasing me by covering her nipples. I removed the ends from them, tickled each nip and watched them pucker up. I looked into Sandy’s eyes and noticed they were on fire for me. Big green-eyed beauty, standing in front of me, tits hanging out, wanting my touch.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous, Shorty. Turn around. Let me see how you take off your jeans.” I stepped back to see her do her tease. I could see her fumbling with the button and zippers, which drove me crazy. She bent forward as she wiggled her way out of those tight, denim blue jeans. She looked back at me as I watched her. My hands were itching to take control but I held myself together as I observed. The jeans were all the way to the ground. She stepped out of them and what was left was a site for any man to drool over. She was bent over, silky black panties covering most of her ass, and up for my enjoyment. I rubbed her round, beautiful behind and lightly smacked it. She yelped. Wow, so hot. The redness it left behind was mind boggling. I pushed her until she was chest down onto the bed. I licked and tasted the red mark that I left and pulled her panties down. Her breathing was rapid. Her moaning was unforgettable. She was simply irresistable. I spread her legs just enough so I could push my finger inside her wetness. She gasped from my touch. I licked up and down her spin while I kept my finger busy. I could feel her move with every stroke. She was ready for me.
“God, that feels so good.” Sandy said to me.
“Beautiful. That’s what I like to hear. I want to make you feel good, Shorty.”
“Yes, please.”
My finger was on a role. My mouth met every part of her back. My dick was aching to meet her opening while listening to her groan. I didn’t want to make her come this way, so I pulled my finger out. She let out a gasp. “Don’t worry, baby, I’m not done with you yet.”
“My turn to watch you undress.” No hint of hesitation in her voice. She’s now in command and that makes me want her even more. There she sits, naked, pure, curvy, hungry. I yank off my t-shirt and discard it onto the ground. She bites her bottom lip with a gleam in her eye. The only sounds in the room are my belt unbuckling, and my heart slamming through my chest. I kick off my shoes and tear down my jeans. Her eyes open wide from the sight of my boxer briefs. She knows what’s waiting for her when I discard my briefs. I have never, in my days of sleeping with other women, have I felt so drawn to one person. She seems to know exactly what she wants and knows exactly how to make a man, like myself, feel insanely crazy. Crazy, fucking, good.
I so badly wanted her to grab my shaft and use her mouth to make me swell but instead she grinned at me, walked passed my boner, went into the bathroom and left me standing like a growling animal. That’s what I did..I growled. I chuckled and then raced into the bathroom. She squealed with laughter when I came up and wrapped my arms around her.
“Not very nice.” I huskily said in her ear.
“I need a shower, Wolf.” She laughed.
“There’s that name again. Wolf. Are you gonna explain that to me?”
“Not right now.” She turns into me, arms tucked between our chests. “Right now, I want you to scrub me down.” Lips meet my chest. Holy shit. I pick her up from the waist and bring us both into the steaming spray of water.
I lathered every inch of every curve until she was soaking in bubbles. I massaged the soap, into her skin, and made her groan. “God, that feels amazing.” Her body was in front of mine. Head was down, hair wet, and shoulders relaxed. I could do this all night but I wanted to get her into bed. I turned her around and leaned her back into the spray of water. Her eyes closed while the water tumbled down her face, her lavishing breasts, and all the goodness in between.
“You are one sexy woman.” I said to her as I bent down to kiss her throat.
“Mmmm, even with the lovely stretchmarks left behind?” She chuckled. I didn’t like her talking down about herself. I loved her body. Stretchmarks or not.
“Whoa, Sandy,” I held her face up to mine and responded. “Since when are you self conscience of yourself?”
“I’m not, exactly. It’s just, every so often a woman, in my position, gets a bit worried when some dark and dreamy man enters her life and unravels her most secretive spots. You make me feel amazingly sexy, and beautiful. I’m a bit baffled by that. I love that I’m still wanted even though I have a son and you’re willing to be with me. Most guys would turn the other direction if they knew I was a single Mom.”
I caress her cheek with the pad of my thumb. “Then those guys are fuckin’ insane because anyone who passes up on someone who brought their child into this world to raise him on their own is incredibly brave. And these stretchmarks,” I rub her lower belly, “are beautiful. You’re a beautiful woman, Shorty.” She stretches on her tip toes, wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. Our bodies are wet and clamped together. Hot tongues moving in sync. Fuck me, knowing I don’t deserve this woman, I am seriously whipped.
-OUTINTHEOPEN
