Happy 10/10/10 everyone and it is all the happier for the fact today is my birthday, yay! I thought we would mark the day with something awesome and what could be more awesome than not one, not two but TEN excerpts from ten different stories all of 10 lines each. Well, all that and one of those ten excerpts comes from a yet to be released book. I spoil you guys. Look out for the sneak peek exclusive Stopping Point Excerpt coming up!
The cold drops of water on her skin were like balm. She felt them on her arms and shoulders and lifted her face to the sky to feel their cold caress there. She stood for a while, face raised, arms outspread and gloried in the life giving water. She got a wicked idea as she stood there. She only had on a dress. She could whip it off and she’d be naked and that cold, cold water could caress her all over. It would certainly be cheaper than having a shower installed in her bathroom and the house next door was empty and hot guy Richard at number thirty four would surely be at work in the middle of the day.
Sandra wanted desperately to do it, she was hot and sticky and had been fantasising about cooling drops of water for days, she’d gone so far as to email some firms for quotes on putting her in a power shower and now here was an expense free way of getting just what she wanted with very little chance of being caught.
“Bugger it.” She exclaimed and pulled the dress up and over her head and threw it over towards the back door.
Before I could protest, Simon was in the room and shutting the door behind him. He seemed even bigger now than I remembered him and I felt threatened by his presence.
“Oh, hey, I see you’ve started without me. Give me a moment and I’ll catch up.” I was so stunned as he threw off his black jacket and undid his tie that I didn’t say a word until he had his crisp white shirt unbuttoned to the navel.
“Wait, stop, what are you doing?” “Undressing,” he replied as he finished the last button and I was treated to the sight of his hard chest as he pushed the white material off his shoulders. For a moment all I could think about was tracing my hands over his body. “But, I mean, well, don’t we have to talk first?”
Simon looked at Adam and they both shrugged in unison. “I think actions are louder than words,” Adam said and kissed the nape of my neck. “We can talk later.”
There used to be a notice on all buses warning you not to distract the driver from his duty, but as he was crawling along at a sedate, country-lane kind of pace I didn’t feel too bad. I watched under hooded eyes, and he did look away, concentrating on his driving once more. Confident that he was not going to crash us, I continued with my game.
I stretched out my legs then parted them further and exposed my cotton-covered pussy. It was a shame that I was wearing practical, plain-white knickers that day, but from the gasp I guessed the driver wasn’t particularly bothered by their utilitarian look.
I’d always been the good little girl, and I realised with a shock of sexual pleasure that being naughty turned me on. I panicked as he pulled into a lay by, but I looked out of the window and saw there was no one there.
“I’m, er, ahead of schedule.” I could tell by his voice he was making it all up, “We’ll just wait here for a few minutes, you know, ’til you’re, I mean, we are done. I mean, ’til we can go again.”
I nodded and smiled wickedly at the hesitancy in his voice and ran a hand down to my crotch, my longest finger caressed the centre of the wet material there.
“Okay, driver,” I purred and continued to stroke my straining pussy lips and slit through the drenched cotton.
I’m not a loud lingerie buyer, but as I stood behind that thick blue curtain of the dressing room staring into the mirror, I decided I had to have this soft, lacy sexiness. In fact, I wanted to stride into the store proper and show everyone how sexy I looked in it. Thank God, I did resist the temptation.
I wish I’d resisted the temptation to buy them too, because I’m not sure my husband will understand my expensive urge. Hence, the plan.
I wriggle into the red lace panties, the flames licking up the V of my crotch and heating me. Adding the bra that sets my breasts on fire, I notice my hardened nipples as they swish against the luxurious fabric. I spot myself with my favourite perfume and let my hair down from the tight clip I typically use to hold it in place. The curls tumble onto my shoulders and add another swirl of sensuality to my look.
The plan is to surprise Sean when he comes home from work tonight. I plan to lure him into sex in front of the roaring fire, and then I hope he will overlook the expense of the outfit that made his wife so damned horny.
“I want to fuck you,” he whispered in her ear as he moved behind the barrier of her knickers and into the soft, smattering of hair surrounding her slit. “I can feel how hot you are, and I want to bury my cock inside you.” He pressed his fingers between her sticky lips and one penetrated her. “You love this, don’t you?”
All she could do was nod as his finger slipped deeper, and her cunt spasmed joyfully around it. She bit her lip, desperate to moan or yell or curse, but now very much aware that she was in a train compartment with other people around.
“I bet you pull the loveliest faces when you come,” he whispered again, his lips now pressed against the fleshy curve of her ear. “I want to see you come.” The finger resting inside pulled out and sought her clit. The wet digit circled her engorged button, and she whimpered softly as the heat and orgasmic pressure built.
“Tickets, please!” The inspector yelled as he entered the compartment.
I love the first moments of a project, getting a feel for the ancient piece of art between my thighs. Everything I uncover is art, even the day to day pots, pans and tools, they’re artwork for the museum, like trinkets, flowers and candlesticks in a home. I get attached to some of the pieces I work on and my heart tears when I have to let my project go to adorn the walls of this antiquity house. I’ve been tempted on several occasions to smuggle things away, to let them live in the real world once more but I know that is folly and so I leave them to the restoring air of the museum.
Priapus has a shock of unruly marble locks. I’ve cleared an inch or two on the top of his head in my first day, this is good progress as restoration work in the beginning is all about finding out what works the best. I expect to uncover him quicker in the next few days, yet I know it will be weeks and weeks of meticulous cleaning before he is ready to be moved.
“Goodnight, my lovely.” I run a hand over his moss laden cock, shocks of excitement shooting through to my pussy. The fertility god is doing his age old job by arousing me even through his preserving veil of moss and grime. It is as if Mother Nature has wrapped him in her arms, making him a blanket to keep him warm and safe until he can once again stand proudly guarding against attack and thievery.
“Oh, hell, I’m sorry.” The unctuous, shiny chocolate goodness oozed across the clean top and made an awful lake of gooey mess. The warm, embracing scent filled the air and made me long to taste it. “Let me clean it up. Have you got something I can use?” “Yes,” he said, removing the silver bowl from the tabletop. “Your tongue. You can lick it up.” I looked at him. He wasn’t joking.
“Here,” He whispered huskily, “let me help you with that.” His big, strong hand rested on her stomach and he hooked his fingers into the waist band. She held her breath. She wanted to scream, she wanted to moan, she wanted to beg him to slip his fingers inside of her. She felt so aroused, giddy from the proximity of this mysterious man. She wanted desperately to fuck him, well more correctly to be fucked by him even though they’d only just exchanged names.
He pushed down, grabbed the loosened material and dragged her trousers and knickers down around her thighs but at the same time, she could have sworn his lips caressed her neck.
“Just put your hand on my shoulder a moment, Elizabeth,” Hugh said and after a second, she actually managed to follow the instruction. He bent at the knees and Elizabeth wobbled a moment. His hand shot out and clasped her naked thigh. His touch was cold but it sent her temperature soaring. He let go when she was still and with both hands pulled down her trousers.
…He had invited Jenny over without a second thought, and the weird thing was that he didn’t feel awfully worried about it even as he sat as his desk. Sure, he knew it was risky, but he managed to convince himself it’d be okay. He kept the door under the stairs locked. They’d be in the living room, watching films, and Jenny wouldn’t be too nosey. He was sure he could explain why it was locked if he needed to.
He was excited, really excited. He had been really upset when she’d missed their lunch date, and now he was relieved she’d not gone off him. He’d gotten used to having her around. It should worry him, especially with just a matter of days until his next ‘monthly problem’, but it didn’t. He just pushed all the fears and worries down with excuses, the image of her smile and the caress of her ever-so-soft lips against his.
Yeah, he was thinking with his cock. He knew it, but his mind was quite happy to take a backseat to the whole affair. He’d act now, worry later. It wasn’t much of a plan, but it worked for Lowell.
“Yes, dear, I am but so are you,” she leant forward and pressed her lips to his. Instantly he felt an electric buzz as her cold lips moulded with his. Her hands travelled around his neck and he found himself pulling her closer. His arms wrapped around her waist. There was an uncontrollable urge to be with this woman, to hold her, to kiss her, to fuck her. It was sick, she’d just called herself his mum but he couldn’t resist.
“You’re experiencing the call of your blood, darling. It is mine in you and your body recognises it. It’s sexy isn’t it? Your cock is hard and straining. Mmmm, this is as good as they said it would be.”
I hope you’ve enjoyed my 10/10/10 celebration. I have. Now I’m off to enjoy my birthday!