August 3, 2012

Friday Flames

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It's been one hell of a week for me, and I couldn't be happier than to be
saved by the flames.

I need some good excerpts to read!


Hey! Don't laugh! You try finding free images of shirtless muscular men that you won't be sued over!

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Here's a PG excerpt to get us started:
“Should we practice our joint effort, polytima, and see how good we can be together?”

How much hotter could they possibly get? Much as she hated flames, her body burned hot enough to internally combust.

“Rhycious!” she cried out, going for a scolding tone. But it came across like a sensual invitation. 

His arm tightened around her waist, drawing her the wasted millimeter of space nearer. Patience’s mind spun. A man who wanted her was holding her in his arms. She closed her eyes. His mouth traveled up her throat, licking and sucking, until he settled over her lips once more. Persistent and demanding, his tongue slid along the seam until she complied and opened. 

He charged right in like a Centaur warrior would, drawing her tongue into battle with his. Feinting and parrying, they slid sensuously against one another. 

“My gods, Patience. You taste so damn good.”

And Rhycious tasted of pure Elysium, sending a tingle of exquisite warmth to a spot deep within her. A breathless tension coiled. “Your coffee tastes better than mine.”

His hand cupping her bottom alternated between kneading the cheek and rubbing sumptuous circles. The clench of desire increased between her thighs. She moaned her approval. His other hand traveled upward from her waist and settled under the heavy fall of hair, massaging the base of her skull.

Rhycious backed her up until her knees hit the couch, and buckled. He followed her down, arranging her body to stretch out beneath him, his hips spreading her thighs wide. Leaning on one elbow, he used his free hand to push the hair off her face. His feral gleam intensified, and his tawny eyes bore into hers.

Looking forward to reading everyone's posts today. I REALLY am!! 

Bring it on!


  1. I'm so thrilled for the book. I can't wait to read it. Need more hours in the day..

    1. Thank you, Savannah. I remember when I used to read 2 or 3 books a week. Now it's more like 1 book a month. Ugh... Thanks for stopping by :)

  2. Squee! Can not WAIT to get this book! Congrats!

  3. And it's for sale on Amazon now!! SQUEE!!

    by Liz Crowe
    He cupped her neck with his other hand and pulled her close, slanted his lips over hers and dove into her mouth, lazy, slow, and easy but stopped when she started to hold him close.
    "No. Hands down. I'm touching. You are just letting me." She frowned but he smiled, and kissed her forehead. "It's okay Sara. Let it go. Let me do this. You won't be sorry I promise you."
    Jack felt the dark control steal over him, taking him, as he ran his hands over his woman's body while she stood, trembling; eyes trained on his. His soul longed for more, to take, own and possess in ways he had never experienced. His balls ached, his cock was so hard, and he knew if she touched him now he'd likely come all over himself like a teenager.
    He teased the hard nubs of her nipples with both thumbs, licked her lips then owned her mouth once more. The small sounds she made drove him insane but he kept control, held back. "I'm going to make you come Sara, but you can't until I tell you. Do you understand? If you do, I'm leaving and you can't do any of the touching I know you want to do." He cradled her face in
    his hands. Her eyes were wide and her breathing fast. He could smell her need, her lust, and it made him grit his teeth against the urgency to toss her on the floor and fuck her. No. He had to do this. He had to see if he still could dominate, and, more importantly, if she would submit.
    She shook, and he folded her into his arms. "Shh, it's okay. It's going to be fine." He brushed a strand of hair from her eyes. "You have to let me be in control." She nodded. He stepped back and slipped his belt loose from the loops never taking his eyes from hers. The lust spiraled through his brain, nearly blinding him, but he held on. "On your knees," he kept his voice soft remembering the last time he'd tried this what a disaster that had turned out to be. "Now." He slapped his palm with the leather.
    She did as she was told. He brought a chair around to face her. "Put your elbows here on the seat, and give me your wrists."
    "Jack," her voice was breathy. "I don't know..." He knelt beside her and threaded his fingers in her hair.
    "But I do, Sara. I won't hurt you. I swear it. I am however, going to rock your world in ways you have only imagined until now," He tilted her head back, holding tight and kissed her, hard, then broke away. "Give me your wrists." Taking a deep breath, she propped her elbows on the chair seat, shivering when he fastened the soft leather around them, binding her without really fastening anything to gauge her response. "Tell me a word. Any word. As long as I know it. You say that word and I stop whatever I'm doing."

    1. Liz Crowe, you kill me! I was just fantasizing about this scene last night-of course I was in Sara's place with that chair! One of my favorite, favorite scenes!!!

    2. Liz Crowe, you kill me! I was just fantasizing about this scene last night-of course I was in Sara's place with that chair! One of my favorite, favorite scenes!!!

    3. Liz Crowe, you kill me! I was just fantasizing about this scene last night-of course I was in Sara's place with that chair! One of my favorite, favorite scenes!!!

    4. Wow, thanks Liz! There's a reason it's bestselling!

  5. so tantalising.

    My offering is from my short story Pleasure Bound featured in Ravaged shifter anthology which is out today from Breathless Press!! So excited.

    His cock throbbed painfully, and when she straddled him the head touched her soft, wet heat and he hissed in a breath. "Been so long since I've had a woman," he said with a groan. So long since I've known anything but pain.
    She paused, right on the edge of sinking down along his swollen length. "It's been a while for me," she admitted. Her voice was breathy, enflaming his senses, and driving up his lust.
    "Put me inside you, Celeste," Logan ordered.
    Slowly, so slowly he wanted to scream, she moved herself down his rigid, aching shaft. A cry left her as he filled her, her body shuddering and tensing around him. So tight, so wet. He groaned. He hadn't even touched her and she was dripping for him.
    "Ride me," he snarled and she started to move against him, her hands and legs digging into him, the pain only adding to the sensations rippling though him. In the darkness of his misery, she was like the sun after the winter, her heat and life bathing him, washing away some of the torment.

    Blog hop and giveaway going on now if you're interested

    1. Logan is very direct, isn't he? LOL Love it!

  6. Sheri, you are a queen among women! I'm so excited about Remedy Maker, and I would love to share a Friday Flame of my own as well. It's from my first paranormal romance For the Love of a God.

    "Eric stared at her, feeling intense heat in every extremity. She looked so luscious there, quivering in her silly Happy Days T-shirt. Despite the semi-darkness of the room, he could see how it draped over her full breasts, how it tented over the delicious peaks of her hard nipples. And he could see her bare legs in a tangle where she’d kicked at her sheets.
    Oh, he was in pain, all right.
    He could even smell her. The tangy, female scent of her arousal. And, whether it was the influence of the chardonnay or of her sweet body, her scent called to him.
    Claimed him. Shackled him to her.
    He couldn’t turn away from her now if he wanted to.
    He set his mouth in a line of grim determination. Then, he leaned over to her and whispered, “I want you, Maia. I want you writhing beneath me. I want to lick every last inch of you. I want your juices on my tongue. So help me, I want to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. And I’m tired of pretending I don’t want it.”


    Maia stared, unable to speak. He looked so aggressive, so assertive. So godly. So heart-stoppingly desirable.
    In her head, she heard Dino’s voice over and over again. Maybe you should just fuck him. God only knew she wanted it, needed it, as much as he apparently did. She dropped her eyes quickly down to his engorged penis again.
    Oh, yeah. He wanted it too.
    Maybe she should just do it. Maybe then she’d get him out of her system and be able to function again.
    As Maia fought the urge to hyperventilate, she pulled aside the sheets for him and watched him perform a slow, predatory crawl into her bed."

    1. If I'm a queen, then you're an empress!! And your excerpt is smoking HOT! Thank you!!

  7. This is from Rescuing Zoey...

    I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and went up on tiptoe to kiss him again. I wasn’t trying to make him break, I just needed another taste. Now that I knew what I’d been missing, I wanted more.

    I backed into the apartment, tugging him along with me. One way or another, I was going to have Sebastian, and I was going to have him tonight. It was time to make my every fantasy a reality. After my ordeal, I needed him more than ever, needed to be held and loved. And while he might not love me, I needed to feel the closeness being in Sebastian’s arms would bring me.

    Sebastian closed the door behind us and slid the bolt home. Gently, he traced the contours of my face with his fingers and swept my hair behind my ear. His touch sent shivers down my spine and my nipples tightened. He kissed me again, his lips demanding as he drank from mine.

    I felt his fingers unbutton my blouse and my heart beat wildly in my chest. He tugged the shirt free from my skirt, letting it slide down to pool on the carpeted floor. My heated skin was humming, waiting for his next touch. The zipper on my skirt rasped and then it slipped over my hips to fall at my feet. Standing before him in nothing but my lacy white bra and matching thong, I shivered in anticipation.

    “You’re so beautiful,” he said hoarsely. “Not even in my wildest fantasy did I imagine that you looked this perfect.”

    “I’m not perfect.”

    “You are to me.”

    I smiled and led him down the hall to my bedroom. Stopping beside the bed, I slowly undressed Sebastian, exposing his tantalizing flesh one inch at a time. I kissed and licked my way down his abdomen. When I reached his pants, I unfastened his belt and slid it from the loops, dropping it on the floor with a thump. With my eyes on his, I slowly unzipped his pants. I gasped in surprise when I saw that he’d gone commando for the day and with a smile, I leaned forward and licked the drop of precum from the head of his cock.

    Sebastian hissed in a breath and ran his fingers through my hair. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock before slowly sucking him into my mouth, easing my lips down the long, hard length of him. He was so large he filled my mouth and slid down the back of my throat. I pulled back until just the head of his cock was in my mouth before swallowing him down again. I sucked and licked and teased until I wasn’t sure who was more turned on, me or him.

    He pulled me to my feet and kicked his pants aside. With infinite tenderness, he removed my bra and thong, his eyes devouring me. The look in his eyes had my pussy dripping wet. His look promised so much.

    “This isn’t what I wanted for our first time together,” he said. “I wanted candles, flowers… romance.”

    “All I want is you, Sebastian. Just give me you.”

  8. Congrats on the book, Sherri!

    Here's a litte teaser from my fantasy romance, Bound by the Mist.

    His shaft pressed against her sex, and she groaned. Yeah, a very compromising position, one that had the heat flowing in her core. His arm snaked around her waist and anchored her firmly to him. He captured her lips in a demanding kiss, his other hand gripping the back of her head. She responded back to his nips and bites. His moans were the finest music she’d ever heard.

    She placed her hands on his shoulders, but that isn’t where they wanted to be. And she couldn’t deny them their fun, so they slipped down farther, over his collarbones down to his nipples. He gasped into her mouth. After tormenting him for a few more seconds, she moved down and explored his ribs. Lean muscle rippled under her fingertips.

    She meandered her hands up and pressed one flat, the palm resting over his heart. The beat was fast and strong, just like he was. She rubbed against him, his sex stiff against hers. His hand slid up her leg, and once at the knee, snaked under the skirt of her dress. He drew little fiery paths over her outer thigh before his calloused fingers ghosted over to the inner portion of her thigh. There, his touch sent those electric currents straight to her neither region.

    When he ventured farther, her breath froze in anticipation. But as his fingers slipped under the edge of her underwear, he froze.

    He growled and drew his hand away, breathless, flushed, and looking like he could kill something. Her core clenched in need. Why’d he stop? She thumped her forehead against his breastbone. His fingers slipped under her chin, halting her actions and making her look up.


    1. Thank you, Lisa! And nice excerpt! WHY did he stop??!! LOL

  9. Just wrote this days ago: From Dirty As Sin, my newest novel starring Sexy Rex 'Man For Hire':

    Rex lay helpless, he could have stopped this or he could have been more aggressive himself, but he did nothing. He couldn’t seem to do anything at all except feel and immerse himself in everything that was Ava.
    Her face came back into view as she ripped his shirt open, the buttons popping. He could hear her desperate panting as the steam of their breathing filled the inside of tarp covered boat.
    Ava slid forward and crouched over him.
    His cock throbbed painfully as he panted with the adrenaline of pure need pulsing through him. He did in fact, feel as if he were a man crawling through a hot arid wasteland and she was the water that he needed so desperately. Her body slid closer, and then he could see her face in the slant of moonlight again.
    Her face was flushed, covered with a light sheen of moisture as she gazed into his eyes and slid her silky wet pussy over his bare stomach. Straddling his hips, she shoved herself down on his full erection with a supreme force and covered her own mouth to muffle her ecstasy laced scream.
    Raising his hands, he smoothed them along those magnificent full breasts. He remembered the feel of them—the succulent taste of them. Even after all those women, this was the one he’d always remember, every luscious full curve, every inch of her soft skin.
    She breathed heavily through her nose as her palm remained over her mouth, while he could feel her riding him, lifting herself up and slamming her pussy down. The boat kept rocking from the force of it.
    Rex was lost in the look she held in her eyes. He could smell her and taste her on his lips and his brain seemed to buzz. The buzzing grew until he was capitulated into a place of pure sensual pleasure. He felt himself start to climax as he’d forgotten to hold back. In fact, he forgotten every rule he’d ever abided by in order to please a woman. Nothing he had instituted before applied to this. There was no planning or measuring a feeling as divine as this.
    He held onto her hips tightly and lunged his pelvis up high, nearly spearing her with his exploding cock.
    The gasp Ava drew then, caused her breath to expel forcefully from her lungs, as he watched her gorgeous form grow rigid with her orgasm. Tears rolled down her cheeks as her weeping and sensual moaning mixed to form a sound he’d never heard from a woman before. He knew he would never forget the beauty of it.

    1. Sexy Rex is a superhero in my book! WHEW! Broiler fans on high!!

  10. Congrats again. So happy for you.

    My excerpt is from Down the Yellow Brick Road: Mind Games set for release Sept. 14th

    Standing quietly while he folded the paper, the stillness of the room grew thick and uncomfortable. So, it was understandable why Dorothy jumped when he finally spoke.

    “Little flame, come and bend over my lap. Time to start your own lessons.” Oestar's voice was laced with both power and lust. A heady mixture to say the least.

    Dorothy looked to Freeska but got no reaction to his command. She had come to respect the woman and didn't want to upset her.

    “Dorothy! Here. Now.”

    She sucked in air hoping that it would give her courage before obeying his order. Oestar had pushed out his chair enough for Dorothy to lay her torso and stomach over his legs. Her hands rested on the floor while her knees bent slightly, the angle raising her buttocks. The weight of her full breasts dangling and the anticipation of what he had planned made the nipples tighten.

    Placing his hand flat on her back, he trailed it from the top of her spine down between her legs where he cupped her vagina. Instinctively, she arched for more and was greeted with a stinging slap that had her yelp in surprise.

    “You are to lay still, little flame. And no coming without my say so. Understood?” His words flowed over her like satin.

    Slowly she nodded and relaxed her hips. She had to bite her lip when his fingers began sliding along her wet folds, each swipe increasing the pressure upon her clitoris. Dorothy's nails dug into her kneeling pillow and just when she thought he couldn't torture her any further, she realized she truly underestimated Oestar's sadistic nature. The moan she fought to control rolled out as he trailed his heavy braid over the seam of her bottom.

    “Feels good, little flame?” He rasped.

    Beneath her belly she felt his erection harden and inwardly grinned knowing she had the effect on him.

    Her brief victory was shattered into arousal when he popped her cheek, harder than the one before and then had the nerve to brush the sensitized skin with his silky hair. His hand continued to rub her, tease her unmercifully until Dorothy's mind could no longer decipher the pain from pleasure.

    1. I love this! A twisted Oz - how unique!! Best wishes on your upcoming book.

  11. So glad RM is back!

    From my soon-to-be-released, Vaquero:

    Cord slid one finger underneath her open jeans and lace panties, stopping when the tip of his middle finger touched her pubic hair, trimmed short from a recent bikini wax. His finger slid enticingly back and forth until she thought she’d die from anticipation.
    Her eyes fluttered shut, and she arched her back so he’d have better access. He slid his finger farther down until he brushed her clit with a light-as-air caress.
    She shuddered.
    “Por favor, senorita.” His husky voice sent shivers crashing over her. What was he asking her for? With a “please” thrown in? She hadn’t even touched him yet. He switched to English. “Take off your jeans.”
    A hot, wet rush flooded her. “Okay. Yes.”
    He helped her to stand on weak legs. With her feet inside of his thighs, she placed her hands on her waistband and slid the denim down over her hips and legs. When it reached her ankles, trapping her, she leaned forward and braced her hands on his shoulders. Lifting one foot, then the other, he tugged her jeans free and tossed them aside. Nude, except for a pair of scanty lace panties that showed more than they covered, she stood in front of him, trapped between his legs. Lifting his head, he met her eyes. Keeping their gazes locked, he hooked his thumbs in her panties and pulled them down to her ankles.
    Aspen’s legs shook.
    She curled her hands curled around his shoulders, her nails digging in deep.
    His hands slid up with intoxicating slowness until they reached her rear, cupping it. He squeezed her ass cheeks, kneading them, then gently propelled her forward, until his nose bumped her knees.
    Bending his head, he touched her kneecap with his tongue. With kisses so light she barely felt them, he explored her knees, never a spot she’d found especially erotic before. She gasped. Warmth seeped through her, weakening her bones. Unable to part her legs because of her red lace hobbles, she clenched her thighs together. He made a negative noise in his throat and slid his palms up the inside of her legs until she spread them a few inches.
    Aspen bent her head and watched, unable to look away as Cord touched her. Wrapping his left hand around her ass again, he reached between her legs with his right. With his thumb, he circled her clit, brushing across it until her body wept for him. Inserting his index finger inside her, he increased the pressure on her clit until her body began to clamp around his finger. Pressing it deeper, he urged, “Venga para mi.”
    Come for me.

  12. Whew! Those are hot and spicy!

    Here is a bit from my new story Devil's Brand releasing in October.

    We stepped out of the elevator into the foyer of his home when he stopped me with a hand on my waist. I froze as he unzipped my dress. It slid silently to the floor. He bent his head and nipped my shoulder then licked up to my ear. “I want you to play me your song again…naked.”
    I shivered and my skin tightened. Though I didn't feel him unhook my strapless bra, it snapped open and fell. My nipples peaked in the open air. His hands slipped beneath the elastic of my panties. He pushed them past my knees and bent to slide them to my ankles. The searing touch on my hips heated me from the inside out. I stepped out of the black lacy underwear completely naked.
    He rose slowly behind me, his open palms caressing my thighs and butt on the way up then slipping around to cup my vagina. My eyes fluttered shut. The spot pulsed with pleasure.
    I should’ve asked what his intentions were, but honestly, I didn’t care. I wanted him, and I why he wanted me was of little consequence—only that he did mattered.
    His fingers played over my outer lips. I felt his smile against my shoulder. I guessed he was pleased with the results of my spa treatment. He tickled and stroked the newly exposed, hairless skin. My whole body quivered and shook.
    He wrapped his other arm under my breasts, his hand reaching up to grab my nipple to squeeze. I was pressed against him in the most titillating and oddly comforting position I'd ever experienced with a lover. The hold felt possessive. Protective. And hyper erotic.
    I let out a whimper and laid my head back to enjoy. He trailed his middle finger through the trench of my slit. The wet folds allowed the digit to slide with ease.
    I moaned, and pressure built between my thighs. He held me tightly, working his finger and squeezing the tight bud.
    Finally, he released me from his hold, took my hand and walked me down three steps into a plush living area. Coming back to my senses, I surveyed the room.
    Similar to his office, the penthouse was aesthetically proportioned, but where his offices were done in white and chrome, his home was in black and gray. Except the red piano, the focal point of the room. State of the art, and the most beautiful instrument I'd ever seen, the sleek custom made Steinway Grand dominated, just like the man.
    The lights of the city sparkled outside the floor to ceiling windows, and the openness gave an impression of a cool winter night. Perhaps that was why my naked body quivered. Stylish and aloof, the room was a perfect reflection.
    He led me to the bench then spun me to face him. His hand cupped my neck as he lowered his lips. Soft and sweet, the tenderness of his kiss melted me. I’d expected hot and heavy, but he gave gentleness. I laced my hands under his jacket and around his waist feeling the soft material of his shirt and the taut muscles underneath. Our mouths melded in smooth wetness, and he set the pace. Leisurely, deep, and possessive.
    His lips parted, and mine followed. His tongue, hot and slick, slid in and out in a slow, deliberate rhythm. My heartbeat hadn't gotten the nice and easy memo. A heavy beat thudded in my ears. His unhurried seduction only served to heat me quicker and I melted, body and soul for the man.
    He slowed further then pulled a fraction from me and whispered, “You’ll play for me.” So close, his lips brushed mine when they moved. “Then you'll come for me.” It wasn't a question; it was a command.

    1. Can't wait for this book to come out! Wow!! It'll be a hit.

  13. You know I love Friday Flames! And I'm so glad to see Remedy Maker back up! Very hot scenes, ladies! :D

    1. Aw, thanks Melissa. The scenes today are scorchers FOR SURE!


    "Are you sure this is what you want?" Greyson asked. Despite his obvious arousal, he left the decision to her. It would be easier if he took command.

    His question increased her apprehension. Want? No. Shy didn't want him. After all the pain and grief, how could she? No, she didn't want this. She needed it.

    "Yes," she said.

    A small smile touched his lips. He took a step toward her.
    When she tensed, he placed his palm against her cheek and looked into her eyes. "Trust me. I won't hurt you."

    Looking into his eyes, she wanted to believe him. Wanted to feel what she'd felt all those years ago: pure, innocent love, untarnished by lies or deceit. But that time was long gone. Those feelings were long dead, the people who'd felt them long discarded. Whatever they shared now could be only physical. Lust: Yes. Sex: Hell, yes. Trust? Hell, no.

    She stood in silent anticipation as he peeled away her clothing. She shivered. Not from the cool air swirling over her bare skin, but from the heated look in his dark eyes. Her breasts swelled. He leaned forward and captured one hard nipple between his lips and sucked. Wet heat sizzled through her. Her knees buckled. To keep from falling, she grabbed his shoulders then gasped as he swung her into his arms and deposited her on the exam table.

    He crawled up and over her. His cock brushed against the inside of her thigh where, slick and hot, moisture gathered. Desire churned in her belly.

    She reached up and pulled his mouth to hers. Their tongues tangled in a silent battle, and she realized her control was an illusion. Under the assault of his hands, lips and tongue, rational thought deserted her. His lips left hers to trail down her throat. She arched her neck to grant him access. Breath shuddered out of her as he rolled one aching nipple between his fingers and sucked the other into his mouth. The suction sent frissons of long forgotten sensation coursing through her, like the tiny bubbles in effervescent wine they tingled in her veins.

    Need built the pressure inside her, need dammed up without release. Her skin felt super-sensitized. Greyson stroked his fingertips down her chest and belly and explored the indent of her navel. Lower, he combed through her damp curls. One finger moved past the hair and delved into the slick folds.

    When he circled her clit, the surge of energy from the brief touch jolted her and she gasped. He tried to pull his hand away, but she grasped his wrist and held him there. She felt him grin against her breast.

    Twisting her body, she flipped him onto his back, then rose on her knees and straddled his hips.

    Every nerve coiled in anticipation, but his command of his passion angered her. She wanted him as frantic for satisfaction as she. Desperate to take back control, to get what she needed from him, she lifted her hips over him and plunged downward.

    She gasped at the small spear of pain from his intrusion into her body. Years of going without had left her tight. Still, unwilling to wait for her body to adjust to his size, she rode him fast and hard.

    Clasping her thighs with his hands, he met her stroke for stroke, pushing her ever upward. The bubbles in her blood turned to sparks of fire. Inside her an inferno raged, burning away the last of her reason, her doubts and her fears. Nothing mattered but reaching this summit and plunging into the abyss beyond.

    With a burst of inner light, she climaxed. She cried out and fell forward over him. He thrust upward one last time and she felt his liquid heat flow into her. She pressed her face against his sweat-slick body and murmured, "This doesn't change anything. I may still space you."

    "I'll worry about that tomorrow."

  15. Thanks Sheri for opening your blog for these lovely excerpts. I had to turn the AC down to cool off. :-)


    1. Elysa! Nice excerpt! I'm glad you came back to post your web link - LOL. I've learned to keep it cool when Friday Flames arrive. Hehehe :)

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  17. Does this qualify as ok? I have written a few "erotic" poems but generally I don't except when I keep getting asked by my friend. I wrote this three days ago.


    You have betrayed and taken from me
    My heart, my soul, and my dignity
    You let others touch you as I stand there and gaze
    No respect for yourself as my eyes start to glaze
    Wondering why you just give it all away
    Nothing is special and today is the day
    You want that attention no matter the cost
    Who ever is willing; all virtue is lost
    Come give me hug and give me a kiss
    Touch upon my body; how can you resist
    The anxiety, the stress all climbing so high
    As my heart continues to race I must question why
    Why will I do this, I know it is wrong
    Being this person I am; I just don’t belong
    Tonight is my night and it is my chance
    To indulge in my sickness; my mind in a trance
    I walk over to her and tell her it’s time
    My morals are absent; my thoughts are sublime
    With my hand firmly placed around the nape of her neck
    I slowly move in with a soft, gentle peck
    I guide her outside and into my car
    I tell her get in, I don’t live very far
    The parking lot darkened and so is my soul
    I can not find my keys; it is time to let go
    Of all inhibitions that I have held in
    I apologize to God for what I am about to indulge in
    The windows are all fogged as our breathing is intense
    I clench onto her and forgo the suspense
    I taste her sweet lips as I press them to mine
    Not a care in the world; my libido just fine
    Taking a breath when I can, not saying a word
    In the darkness of night, is my vision blurred
    I disregard all of my regret and focus on in
    I remove all her clothes and am left with bare skin
    I reach out in the darkness touching wherever I can
    My arousal is heightened as she touches me with her hand
    She tries to undress me but the buttons are too hard
    So the only solution is to rip it apart
    I pull her to the back seat where there is more space
    Her body so slippery as I start to embrace
    My hands start to travel as I read all of her sounds
    Trying to please her as my lips move around
    For what seems forever has been a few minutes at most
    The introductions are over; time to get close
    I hold her against me as the sweat rolls down her back
    She doesn’t know yet; but she is under attack
    My demons come out and all is unleashed
    The saint that I was has now become the beast
    I throw her down on her back and in no gentle style
    I am upon her with a snickering smile
    I hold her hands down and proceed to enter in
    As she feels the intensity now deep within
    She isn’t at all innocent as I did already know
    She encourages me with her with her soft, gentle moans
    I make an adjustment and our positions exchanged
    I make out her silhouette as she arches her back again
    Her fingers digging into my chest
    The pain must be ignored as the pleasure’s intense
    My hands guiding her waist in every motion
    Pulling and pushing with the rawest of emotion
    I pull her to me and I hold her very tight
    My tongue enters her mouth as she softly bites
    I am very intense in how I do slowly kiss
    While fully engaged in the movement of her hips
    I try to hold back to make this experience last
    But all of a sudden I have but one last gasp
    Our heartbeats start to slow and she lies on my chest
    Thinking who is that person who became so obsessed



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