Thursday, November 28, 2013

Blissemas! Let's Celebrate in Style!

It's my day for Blissemas!! I love this time of year. Lots of presents and merriment for everyone. 

By JD Hancock from Austin, TX, United States
 (Merry Christmas 2010) [CC-BY-2.0
via Wikimedia Commons
For my part of Blissemas, I'll share one of my family's traditions. Every year at Christmas (and other times of the year, but especially at Christmas), my family and I go to the local stores. We don't shop for ourselves. We shop for pets. Not just our pets, but the pets at the local animal shelters.  

About twelve years ago, I was at the local store and I'd seen a box to donate food and supplies to the local animal shelter. This box has the most pitiful picture of kittens on it. I won't go into huge detail, but the poor little guys were in cages and just looked so sad. I went right back that moment and bought stuff for the box. I suppose it was supposed to make me feel better. In a way it did, but in many ways, it didn't. I wasn't in a position to rescue any other critters, having a cat and dog already. But I figured if I could at least give the shelter some of the items they needed, I could do something. The next year, I increased the amounts I gave to the shelter--more dog food, cat food, kitten food, puppy food and cat litter. 
Then the small person came along. Even when tot was small, we included tot in this tradition. Once tot got big enough to understand what was going on, tot encouraged us to keep the tradition going. We look forward to that day when we get the items for the shelter. We usually spend time there playing with the animals, too. This year will be a little different. We'll still make sure we bring supplies. Can't forget those. But this year, we're adopting a dog from the shelter. We'll be doing our part to bring one animal home for the holiday.

I know what you're thinking. Lots of people make the mistake of getting an animal for the holiday, only to give it back or give it away when the cute wears off. We won't be doing that. Why? The moment I saw the dog, I couldn't say no. I'm also the type that if I make up my mind to do something, I'll do it. No going back. Besides, the dog didn't do anything to be given back other than the cute wearing off. That's a load of hooey. The small cuteness might not be there, but you have to find the cute in everything they do. Dogs and cats can be your best friend if you open your heart. We certainly do. 

Now for the other fun part of Blissemas! The presents! To join in on Blissemas, simply leave a comment on this post and the others at and you could be in to win your choice of eReader or $100 gift voucher to spend on eBooks! The prize will be drawn on the 21st December. Merry Blissemas!

Now about my pen name's latest release and a tasty Christmas treat, Ribbobed!

Ribboned (Red Velvet Christmas) by Megan Slayer 
Number in Series: 5
Genres: Erotic Romance, Novella, BDSM
Themes: Elves, Dragons and Magical Creatures, Christmas
Ribbons aren’t just for decorating anymore.
Daria Elf never expected to be moved to the velvet ribbon department right before Christmas. She also never expected her boss to be the object of her wettest fantasies. Can she keep her cool, or will she end up on Raven's Naughty List?
Raven Elf has his sights set on Daria. He wants her for his department, his bed and bound in his thick velvet ribbons. He'll get his girl, but the hard part is convincing her that their connection is meant to last.

And now a hot excerpt!!
She clicked the handle and eased the door open. There, in all his red-and-green, towering glory, stood Raven. His blue eyes blazed and a grimace marred his face. “You were summoned ten minutes ago. Where have you been?” He folded his muscle-corded arms. “Hmm?”
His gravelly voice drew a shiver from deep in her being. She cleared her throat. No way she’d let him scare her -- not yet. “Once I picked my jaw up off the floor, I ran right down here.” And worked up her courage to talk to him. She rested her hands on her hips. “I thought maybe Santa was in the nog again and made a mistake.”
Raven stepped toward her. Unlike the rest of the elves, he didn’t wear a hat. His dark hair slid over his brow, obscuring her view of his eyes. “This request is very real and binding.” His voice dropped to a growl on the last word.
Her heart and brain warred. Working in the ribbon room was a year-round commitment. Unlike those in the other parts of the Christmas plant, the people who worked with Raven didn’t seem to have much of a social life. Then again, did she recall anyone admitting they worked with him? Looking at the strapping elf in front of her, she wondered if it was the binding part of the job that scared people.
Raven was the stuff of rumor and innuendo. He didn’t just use his ribbon for package decoration or house d├ęcor -- he dabbled in BDSM and used the velvety strips to bind his lovers. Her body tingled. Would he wrap her in nothing but his ribbons? Make her scream his name? Oh, holy night, she hoped so.
“I’m willing to take on the standard hitch down here,” she said, praying her voice hadn’t wobbled.
“Perfect.” His eyes glittered and a small smile curled on his lips. “Absolutely perfect.”
* * *
By Ater Crudus (
[CC-BY-SA-3.0 (],
via Wikimedia Commons
Raven widened his stance and drank in the sight of the tiny elf. She had no idea what the frost she’d gotten herself into. He suppressed a bigger grin. He loved newbies, especially ones with soft brown hair and crimson lips. His cock twitched behind the buttons of his pants. Something about her screamed innocence. She didn’t know how pretty she was. His jacket suffocated him. Pine nuts. Few women affected him, but she brought the arousal from deep in his soul.
Little did the faux-fur-wearing minx know just how binding the ribbon room could be.
“This is the Ribbon Room.” He put one arm around her shoulders and guided her to one of the three chairs in the room. “I prefer to work alone, but this year the requests for red velvet ribbon are on the rise. Santa agreed to my request for help.” He sat her down on the plush black velvet chair. “You.”
How’d she like that little revelation?
“Me?” she squeaked and stared at him. “I don’t know anything about ribbons other than they belong on presents.”
“I’ll train you.” In every way he knew how. “We’ll be working tonight until the wee hours. Can you manage?” Could she take the strain of working with him?
“Yes, sir.” She smiled and gave him a mock salute. “You tell me what to do and I’ll do it as best I can.”
Yes, she would.

Monday, November 25, 2013

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback - WEEK TWELVE

 A game is great, but the rest is earned. The Bengals are still on top of the division, but the Steelers and Ravens are on the way back. Here’s to keeping up the momentum after the break!
Now, let’s get to those Honorable Mentions!
“...stuffed it deep and held it tight...”
I certainly hope both partners enjoyed the stuffing.
“...loose ball...”
This one is pretty simple, but if you’re not looking, it sounds bad. I mean, if that ball is loose, what else can go wrong?
And now for the Quotes of the Week. Some of these are real winners.
“...Brown hits from 23...”
Is that his track record? Or the notches on his belt?
“...Finds his tight end and completes...”
I ask you...completes what? Hee hee.
“...that kind of quickness off the edge and you get holding...”
I would hope so. He’s got to tackle something.
“...Needed pressure and able to get it...”
What did he use to GET that pressure?
“....3 men on the rush...”
Sounds like the start of a hot time!
“....Floats it...”
I’d like to see how he does that.

Now for the Doozy of the Week. This was said on national television and I still can’t believe it.
“...Contact made before the ball arrives....”
Okay, usually that’s how it works. There’s space between contact and the ball. Again, an instant replay should be shown.

Stay tuned for the quotes from Week Thirteen. The best is yet to come and it’s only going to get harder from here. Thanks for reading and Go Bengals!!

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback - WEEK ELEVEN (On Thursday!)

We battled the Browns and came out on top. The first quarter looked pretty questionable, though. Still...a win is a win—even if it’s dirty.
Now, let’s get to those Honorable Mentions!
“...Stuff him at the line of scrimmage...”
Is he a turkey?
“...Slack formation on this play...”
Hmm... I guess that puts a new spin on tightening up.
And now for the Quotes of the Week. Some of these are real winners.
“...Could not punch it in...”
Just sounds wrong. And painful.
“...Return game a real concern...”
So you’re saying there won’t be a second date?
“...well-executed play...”
Good. I’m glad to see he’s recovered.
“...totally not open...”
They should make signs for this. Let people know what they are getting into right away.
“....Would like the glances of Nicks...”
Well, yes, We’d all like some attention. Grin.
“....Big Body Control...”
The big ones are the ones you need to keep an eye on. Always worth it.

Now for the Doozy of the Week. This was said on national television and I still can’t believe it.
“...Not good in the red zone....”
My question is... which red zone are you referring to? Muwhahaha.

Stay tuned for the quotes from Week Twelve. The bye week is this week and we need the rest. Thanks for reading and Go Bengals!!

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Hump Day Humps with Honey and Decadence

Read the other humps here! 

Because food play is so much fun!

'Honey and Decadence' by Wendi Zwaduk  
In the Whip It Up Anthology
Contemporary, M/F, Anal Sex, BDSM, Food Play, Fetish, Novella

All work and no play makes life boring…unless there's a dollop of whipped cream and a studded paddle involved. Then it's all fun.

Roxy loves her job at the Delight Tonight restaurant, but she longs for more. She’d rather find employment using her accounting skills. Her boss, Sean, has mentioned he’s interested in bringing her on as an accountant. Can she keep her wits about her or will she cave in to the blossoming feelings she has for him?
Sean doesn’t date his staff…ever. Except, Roxy makes him rethink his rules. She’s curvy, sexy and one of the few people he trusts. When he’s given the birthday surprise of his life, he knows he wants Roxy in every way.
Will getting her into his bed translate into a love to last forever, or a lust and chocolate-filled disaster?
Available here:

Talk about a great surprise. Sean picked up a second berry, then dragged it through the whipped cream. He licked the cream off the crimson strawberry but barely tasted the fruit. He focused his attention on the sight of Roxy, his fantasy girl, covered in food. Elias knew what Sean liked and how to come through in the clinch. Sean trailed his fingers down her leg. She shivered and stuffed her hands under her bottom. He couldn’t have imagined a better display for his birthday supper.
“So pretty.” He sat on the chair, then leaned over her and sucked one of the cherries into his mouth. She closed her eyes and her lips parted farther. The Nyotaimori girls weren’t supposed to react to the patrons—not in a traditional setting. But this, this was not traditional by a long shot. Sean dipped his finger in the whipped cream then drew a heart on her sternum.
Her cheeks flooded with colour and she whimpered.
“Talk to me, Roxy.” He dragged the other cherry in the fluffy white cream, then dangled it over her mouth. “First, take a bite.”
She curled her tongue around the cherry before pulling the fruit from the stem. Her brown eyes glittered and she moaned.
“So sexy.” He hooked his finger in the cake, then smeared frosting on her belly. The contrast of the perky blue frosting and her pale skin turned him on. He swiped his tongue through the sugary concoction, cleaning her up. His cock thickened and the blood rushed through his body. If they were in his bedroom, he’d do so much more with her. So much more.
“Don’t stop,” Roxy panted. She arched her back, offering herself to him. “Please?”
Oh hell yes, he’d take things further. He scooted to the head of the table and cupped her jaw in his hand. The sugary confection on his fingers smudged on her cheek. Time to tell her about their shared past and how much he wanted to give their future a try.
“You’re not wearing your red velvet mask.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, then licked her bottom lip. “It’s sexy as hell, but I like you better without it.”
“You remembered,” she whispered.
“I couldn’t forget.” He kissed her again, this time taking total control of the connection. He tangled their tongues and learnt her taste. When she moaned, he slid one arm behind her neck. “I want to play with you. More than anything we could do at Push and so much hotter.”

Her chest heaved. “Play?” The corner of her mouth curled. “I’d love to be yours for the night.”

Copyright Wendi Zwaduk 2013

Monday, November 18, 2013

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback - WEEK TEN

I missed last week’s post. I’m bad. Call it a slack in posting because of the loss to the Ravens. Sheesh. In overtime, too... Sigh. But you have to take the bad with the good.
I’ve only got one from the week before for an Honorable Mention, but it’s a goodie!
“...Shows that leg ability...”
Hee hee. Ability to do what, exactly?
And now for the Quotes of the Week. Some of these are real winners.
“...Stop him in the slot...”
Now, whoa, wait a minute. Don’t stop him too early.
“...covering backs in the backfield...”
Someone has to cover them.
“...he stuffed that one...”
Well, that’s putting it bluntly.
“...timed it just right and there is penetration...”
Timing does help when you want penetration. Too early and it just won’t fly.
“....A slot combination...”
So that’s what they’re calling it these days. I see.
Now for the Doozy of the Week. This was said on national television and I still can’t believe it.
“...punched that one right through...”
My, he is aggressive.

Stay tuned for the quotes from Week Eleven. Coming later this week as I get caught up. After the losses to the Dolphins and the Ravens, the week Eleven win against the Browns was certainly needed. Thanks for reading and Go Bengals!!

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Getting Wicked with my Friend Rhonda Lee Carver!

Thank you Wendi for allowing me to stop by so I could share my latest release, Wicked Pleasures. The second book in the Wicked Wolves series will be out in December. Pick up book one now and prepare yourself to be wolved!

Suffering from years of hopeless romantic notions with sexy, sassy heroines and bad-ass heroes taking
residence in her mind, Rhonda decided to write, bringing the stories alive. She has published an array of spicy love stories. Her specialty is men who love to get their hands dirty.
When Rhonda isn’t crafting edge-of-your-seat, sizzling novels, you will find her with her children, watching soccer, watching a breathtaking movie, traveling to exotic places, doing (or trying) yoga, and finding new ways to keep life interesting.
Rhonda thrives on making her readers happy. She believes life can be a challenge, but reading is a place where fantasy comes to life. Everyone deserves romance—one page at a time…


BRONTE SNUGGLED DEEPER into the nest of pleasing warmth. She’d never felt such comfort.  Stretching her muscles, she sighed languidly as a rush of indulgence whirled through her. The nightmare of being held hostage by an arrogant ass couldn’t even fade the glorious feeling.  No other time had she slept all night.
Rolling over, her face pressed against something iron hard. Inhaling deeply, she froze. Her heart skipped a beat. The smell was familiar—woodsy mixed with mint. And who the hell was breathing in her ear?
Sliding one eye open, she jerked. Shit! She darted across the bed, pulling the red satin sheet with her. The kidnapping wasn’t a dream. The arrogant ass was here, in bed,with her! Worse, she was in his bed and he was sleeping soundly. Damn! He was naked!
She raked her gaze downward, soaking up every inch of his nudity.
Hell, she didn’t want to look at him, but for the life of her, she couldn’t help herself.  Admiring his physique broke some unwritten rule about captive not ogling her captor, but if he wasn’t aware, maybe it wasn’t so wrong. He was the description of perfect male, making her self-conscious of her own less-than-perfect body. From his broad shoulders, over massive chest, narrow waist, and—she jerked her glance away. Oh hell! He was hard and a size that matched every other large part of him.  It was so wrong that such a jerk had a body of Adonis.
“Forget the body,” she whispered. She wondered how he’d gotten naked. She lifted the sheet. And how the hell did I get naked?
She was going to be sick. Stomach twirling, she squeezed the bridge of her nose between her forefinger and thumb. She couldn’t remember anything after he’d pulled out needle and thread and—
Biting back a moan, she held up her bandaged hand. With haste she’d never known, she tore off the white gauzy material. Shit! Shit! Her heart beat faster. She stared at her wounded hand neatly stitched and covered in clear salve. Looking over at the sleeping man, her mind fabricated ways she could teach him a lesson on boundaries, and so proudly flaunting his goods. Her eyes naturally fell to his long cock. She should follow through with a few of her own evil ideas.  Wonder how he’d like a few stitches in his tool?
No use. She was a wimp. At the mere sight of blood she’d probably pass out, and ending up unconscious was the last thing she wanted.
A horrible notion flashed through her mind. Was it possible they had sex? If she was out while he stitched her wound, anything could have happened. She reached down and touched her inner thighs. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, no swelling or sensitivity, and with a cock his size, she’d have physical evidence.
Some tension left her muscles. Although he didn’t violate her, would he next time?
How had he knocked her out? Had he hypnotized her?
There was no time to stick around and debate her questions. She knew this could be her one and only chance to get the hell away.
Bronte gave the sleeping figure one more glance. He still slept. His breathing was heavy and his chest rose and fell evenly. As quietly as possible, she slid to the edge of the bed, eased her legs over the side and placed her feet onto the cool floor.  She stood and wrapped the sheet around her body as she scanned the room for her clothes. They were gone. She guessed Roark had hid them from her, thinking she wouldn’t escape without clothes. Dressed or not, she’d get out of this place. Nudity was nothing compared to spending more time in Roark’s loony bin.
With a quick glimpse over her shoulder to make sure he was still asleep, Bronte started across the room toward the door. She took each tiptoed step with great care, but every breath and every time her foot pressed against the wood, it sounded like an explosion in her ears. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. Her heart fluttered at the possibility of freedom. Reaching the exit, she placed her palm on the knob, twisted and her hope dropped. Nothing happened. It was locked. The bastard! Maybe she could stand the sight of blood, just this once, if it meant getting revenge. She turned on heel and ran into a wall of flesh and muscle. Bringing her gaze up into an expression of pure wickedness, she gulped loudly.
“You didn’t think I’d allow you to walk out of here, did you?” His voice was husky from sleep. He yawned and wiped his eyes.
His laid-back attitude made her want to rip his eyes out. And having him stand there naked and proud, made her fury multiply. How dare he be so smug! “You can’t keep me here forever.” 
“How long you stay is completely up to you, sweetheart. You’re in control more than you think.”
She slanted her eyes, wishing she could shoot daggers into his head. “I’ll never have your child. You said you have plenty of willing women so why not find someone who is eager to have your baby?”
The corner of his lips curved downward. “I also told you that I didn’t pick you.”
Holding the sheet over her with one hand, she used the other to rub her aching temple. It wasn’t possible to have a conversation with someone who was in serious need of mental help.  “Okay, you’ve told me that. You didn’t pick me.” It was no use. “Where are my clothes? I am allowed to wear something, right?” He lowered his eyes over her sheet-covered body and every part of her quivered, in a very bad, but good, way. She tugged the satin material tighter as if it was a shield from his view. He brought his gaze back to hers and his twinkling eyes offended her, yet excited her. She’d need to see a therapist after this.
He laughed. How could he think this was humorous?
“Of course clothes are permitted. That is until you decide you want to frolic naked. It’s such a feeling of freedom, not to mention, without all of that material in the way it’s much easier to gain access to the lovely parts.”
Her face flamed with heat. She wanted to tell him just what she thought, but knew he’d give her some egotistical response. For now, she needed to get dressed. “Clothes? Where are they? White top, black pants.”      
 “You can’t wear those.”  He turned his back to her and went to the wardrobe. “I’ve already thrown them out.”
“Thrown them out? Why?” Bronte wanted to scream.  She watched him take out clothes from the cabinet, thinking he was going to give her something to wear, but instead he shook out a pair of dark denims and started to put them on. Her eyeballs itched to watch his tight backside, but she refused herself the pleasure. Nope, she wouldn’t do it. But as the jeans moved upward, her gaze went downward. She swore the man was a devil with power. And to top it off, his sex was hard…again. Did it ever deflate? She wondered how he’d fit himself inside the pants?
He turned and she made sure her stare was on his face. “They were spotted with blood.”
“Huh?” Her mind was confused.
“Your clothes. That’s what we were talking about.”
“And whose fault is it that they were bloody?” She huffed.
“Relax, Bronte. That color of pale doesn’t work for you,” he said as he passed her to the door. With his back to her, she wondered if she had time to find something to crack him over the head. She scanned the room until his voice snapped her into reality. “Tsk, tsk. Such brutal thoughts for a wisp of a woman. I’m not sure you could reach high enough. I liked you admiring my body much better.”
She opened her mouth to blast him with a four-letter word when her mind wrapped around the fact that he’d just read her thoughts. Every hair on her body stood erect. It wasn’t the first time he seemed to know what she was thinking.
He looked at her over his shoulder. “Do you think you can behave outside of the confines of this room? I’d hate to tie your wrists again. Touching you is much more tempting when you’re bound and pissed off.” He wriggled his brows.
“You’re unbelievable,” she snarled.
“Unbelievable is not the right word, sweetheart. I haven’t lied to you once to earn that label.” He smirked. “Now, answer the question or I’ll leave you in here until you lose some of that ladylike charm.”
“I deserve answers to my questions as well.” Her strength was weakening. Her hope of getting away was fading. This man had her right where he wanted her, but she refused to give up. Maybe he’d come to his senses.
His jaw loosened and his features softened. “You’re right. In time, you’ll get the answers you want. For now, let’s go to your room. Your new clothes are in there.”
My room?” The words spilled out like a bitter morsel of veracity. She had a room. He planned to keep her. The madness grew deeper.
He reached above the frame of the door and grabbed the key. She bit her bottom lip.So that was his hiding place. He opened the thick wooden door and stepped back, motioning for her to lead the way into the hall. “Remember what I said, fiery wench. Bounds and defiance are irresistible to me. I’ve wanted to kiss you since the moment you cocked me in the jaw.”
He only mocked her, but she wasn’t ready to test him. “Get over yourself and show me this room,” she said with animosity. “And then I hope I can have some privacy.”
“Ladies first.”
Walking into the hall, she looked around her. She half expected a camera crew to jump out from behind the scenes, yelling, “You’ve been punked.” No such luck.  She moved farther down the corridor, fully aware he was following her, like a predator.
“Here we are,” he said and she stopped at the closed doorway. It figured he’d have her next door to his own bedroom. He pushed past her and unlocked the door, then dropped the key back into his front pocket. He opened the door. “After you, sweetheart.”
Bronte wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting of the room. She wouldn’t have imagined it’d be extravagant, yet it was a bedroom fit for a queen—superbly designed and tastefully furnished. He’d gone to great lengths in every detail, making her wonder if he’d done all of this for her. She’d only seen rooms like this in magazines.
From the doorway, she admired the white wall with the intricate pearlescent stencil design, which was contemporary and sophisticated. Silk curtains framed the queen bed, which was adorned with matching bright mulberry colored bedding. Delicate crystal beads hung on one side of the bed, catching the rich colors of the blanket. Beautiful oil paintings of flowers and cherubs hung on the walls, elaborating on the romantic theme. French doors led to a balcony.
“Well, are you going to go in?” Roark asked from behind her.
“Yes, I guess I should.” She was in awe as she strolled further into the suite, wanting to bask in its beauty but she wouldn’t allow him the pleasure. “So, where are my clothes?”
“You’ll find everything you need in here. Clothes are in the drawers. The bathroom is here.” He pointed to a door to her right.
“Okay. You can go now.” The quicker he was out of her hair the sooner she could get dressed and get plotting her getaway.
He seemed to hesitate and then nodded. “Come downstairs in thirty minutes.”
“Sure, Master.”
“Your attitude is improving already.”
She gritted her teeth. He stepped out, closed the door behind him and she heard his laughter all the way down the hall. “Bastard,” she whispered. She half expected him to pop back in and scold her.

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Hump Day Humps with Sunshine of Your Love

Read the Other Humps Here!
My Hump is from one of my favorite recent historical books, Sunshine of Your Love. I totally feel the early seventies when I read back over it. Grin.

Sunshine of Your Love by Wendi Zwaduk  

Recent Historical
M/F, Erotic Romance
Total-E-Bound Publishing
Available here:
It’s 1970. The world is in upheaval. Can two people really make a difference and find love at the same time?
Noel Flynt signed up for the Army to carry out his family duty. He never expected the travesties of Vietnam to take their toll on him. He’s coming back to the world he thought he knew, but with everything changing around him, he’s going to have to learn he can’t live in the past.
Cindy Stephens couldn’t wait for Noel to return. She sees the man within the uniform and has loved him for as long as she can remember. But times have changed. She’s not the timid schoolgirl any longer. Can she accept his changes, too?
The only constants are time and love.
Reader Advisory: This book contains one war hero, the woman who loves him, lots of hot sex, with a little spanking mixed in for good measure.
“Hey.” He cupped her chin. “If I learned nothing else over there, it’s that tomorrow is never guaranteed.” Noel wiped away one of her tears with the pad of his thumb. “I can’t say I’m not sorry she dumped me this way. Things probably wouldn’t have worked out, but I sure as shit wish Sophie had had the balls to tell me herself in person.”
“You don’t mean that.” Cindy scooted closer to him. “You two were the perfect pair.” Saying the words out loud hurt.
“I am far from perfect and I’m positive Sophie and I wouldn’t have had a future together. What she wants is now nothing like what I want.” Noel tapped her nose with his index finger, like he had when she was a child. “I’m not sorry and I’m not surprised. Sophie can’t handle things when the shit hits the fan. She wants the easy way out. I just hope the poor asshole knows what he’s gotten himself into.” He kissed her ring finger. “This looks better on your hand, like it’s supposed to be there.”
She touched his cheek, loving the scratch of day-old whiskers against the tips of her fingers. “Thank you.”
“That’s why you have it now.” He tilted his wrist. “My watch says it’s nearly seven. Why don’t we get out of this parking garage? Are you hungry? I’m starving. We could grab a late supper and talk.”
“Sure.” She cleared her throat. “Why don’t you drive?”
Noel offered his hand. “Yeah?” He helped her off the trunk of the car, but didn’t back up. The hem of her dress caught on his jeans leg, exposing most of her thigh. She wriggled to cover herself up, but he stopped her again. “Been a long time since I’ve seen something so sexy.” He smoothed the fabric, palming her thigh on the way down. “A long time.”
His lips parted and his breath warmed her skin. The musk of his cologne wrapped around her, enveloping her in his strength and masculinity. She placed her hands on his chest. His pulse thrummed under her hand. If she bounced on the balls of her feet, she’d be able to kiss him. His words came back to her. Tomorrow is never guaranteed. Then she’d take her chance today.
Cindy licked her bottom lip then captured his mouth in a kiss. Noel hummed and curled his arms around her waist. He tightened his grasp, holding her flush against his body. His erection jabbed into her stomach. Heat from him radiated along her nerve endings. His tongue tangled with hers. Feeling bold, she sucked on his tongue and ground her hips on his thigh. If they hadn’t been in the middle of the parking garage, she’d gladly have helped him initiate her trunk lid.
Noel pulled away first. A predatory look filled his brown eyes. “Get in the car.”

Noel stood and shoved his pants and boxers to the floor, then fumbled on the floor for his wallet. He tore the foil packet and sheathed himself. He couldn’t remember why he had the rubber, but he appreciated it being there in the clinch. He crawled on top of her. “Relax, breathe and look at me. I’ll try to make this wonderful. Hug me, dig your nails in, whatever you need to take the edge off.”
He rubbed his cockhead over her clit, eliciting another groan from her. Her lips parted and her puffed breath tickled his cheeks. Noel palmed her breast and nudged the blunt tip of his cock into her pussy. Her eyes widened and she cried out. Damn. He’d figured sex would hurt the first time. Hell. He moved slower and murmured in her ear.
“Yes, Sunshine. God, yes.” He pushed a little more, seating himself fully within her, and stopped.
“Hurts,” she whispered. Her nails bit into his back.
Noel pulled out and moved a little, balancing himself on one hand and his knees. “Enough?”
Cindy shook her head. “Feels better. Fuck me.”
“Such dirty words.” Noel kissed her and added another light thrust. “You fit around me like perfection.” His balls drew tight. God, he’d blow in moments.
“Harder. Doesn’t hurt as much. Please?” Cindy hooked her ankles together at the small of his back.
Noel kept himself in check, but increased the speed of his thrusts. Each time he withdrew, her walls pulled him back in. He let go of her breast and planted both hands, one on either side of her head. Cindy whimpered and worked her pussy over his cock. Her body went taut and her fingers clamped around his arms. He groaned and emptied his seed into the condom. A thought crossed his mind. If she were truly his, the condom wouldn’t be necessary.

Cindy went limp and stared up at him with glassy eyes. Her eyelids drooped and a sleepy smile formed on her lips. She touched his cheek. “I love you.”

Copyright Wendi Zwaduk 2012

Monday, November 4, 2013

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback - WEEK NINE

Okay, this past weekend, well, Thursday, wasn't kind to the Bengals. We kept it to a tight game and went into overtime, but it was rough. Still, 6-3 isn't anything to sneeze at. 

Now it's time for some funny football!

But first, let me mention the Honorable Mentions...those quotes that were not quite right for last week... or came on Monday night.

“...good plays, bad playsjust keep coming...”
I'd hope so. If they just quit, then there's no game. 

 “...don’t be surprised if they give the big back another try...”
Snicker. Second chances are my forte.

 “...a lot better up front...”
Some think so. Giggle.
And now for those quotes this week. Some real zingers in this bunch.

“...taking a shot from inside...”
Less messy than leaving it on the outside.

 “...he leaks out of the backfield...”
Someone should help him. Or get him a Depends.

“...a bigger body there, trying to block...”
Hey, there's nothing wrong with a big body to help out.

 “...two linebackers in the main gapsometimes they block, sometimes they don’t...”
At least they made it to the gap.

 “...bodies tumbling at the sidelines...”
They double as cheerleaders during the commercial breaks. Grin. 

And now for that Doozy of the Week:

 “...a jerk route...”
I think plenty of guys need this label on them. Then you know what you're getting into when you're getting into it. 

Thanks for reading. Hopefully your team won and if they didn't, well, there's always next week. 
Stay tuned for my picks from Week Ten!