Well that's surprising

Well.  I decided to dip my toe in the world of E-publishing and to my everlasting surprise, it's going quite well.  Not enough to quit a day job or anything mind, but enough so that it seems like I should make every effort to make a serious go of it.

I've published a grand total of 10 e-books, and now realize I've rather neglected this blog in the process.  If you want to check out what I've got out there, take a look here.

http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00EO5HAE6

I am meaning to post links in the book section of this blog, and to link from my author page back to this blog, and all that sort of thing but frankly I'm just enjoying writing and having someone read what I produce so much that I just never want to stop and do the book-keeping, I want to keep writing.

But, in any case I'm still trying to resolve all these different streams of information into some semblance of a cohesive whole.

So, it seems like I should give you some information about what's upcoming, since it seems like that would be the sort of thing you would find interesting if you happen to have found your way here.

In keeping with that idea, here's an excerpt from a coming story about a man who let's his desire get the better of his common sense, and ends up in way over his head.



I couldn’t believe it.

Even with her head bobbing in my lap, the fucking amazing feeling of her hungry lips sliding up and down my shaft, the soft weight of her breasts resting on my thighs, I just couldn’t bring myself to believe it was actually reality.  It all seemed somehow surreal, even with the intense sensations of skin on mine.  I leaned back and groaned, running my hands through my hair and letting my eyes close for a moment, just enjoying the tactile feeling of her wondrously smooth skin sliding over mine.  I let each detail trickle through my mind, weighing it, analysing it, confirming it’s existence before moving on to the next.

I could feel the barest hint of her teeth as she moaned around me, her hand tugging my shaft down firmly, letting her tongue roll around the head of my cock before sliding it back into her hot wet mouth.  I could feel her hair brushing back and forth, a wispy tickling that distracted and tantalized until her hands reached to tie it up, never stopping her deliciously sensuous motion.  I could feel the pale white skin of her heavy breasts pressed against my legs, the way they subtly shifted back and forth, the way her rock hard nipples stood out like points of glowing heat surrounded by the almost comparably chilled flesh of her breasts.  I could feel her hands, always in motion, first stroking me, then tugging at her upturned teats to elicit a soft moan that sent wonderful vibrations up through my shaft, then disappearing to rub at her hidden wetness with a faintly needy rhythm.

Laying there with my head back, eyes closed, it felt like a dream.  A wonderful erotic dream that I never wanted to wake up from.  But it wasn’t.  It was real.

I opened my eyes and let them focus on the ceiling, centering myself and breathing calmly before looking down at her, at the sheen of her soft brown hair piled in a disorganized bun on top of her head, so very out of character for her.  The calming breath did little to help though, the sight of my reality was almost enough to push me over the edge, and I didn’t want to finish, not yet, not ever, not if it meant this amazing moment was going to end.

I shifted back in my chair, cupping her jaw and gently pushing her back, shivering as I heard a plaintive tone coming from her mouth, objecting to my removal of her rigid pacifier.  She looked up at me smiling, and I smiled back with a dazed ,goofy grin, still trying to resolve what was happening with my months of experience with what should be happening.  Her smile didn’t show any of that confusion though, none of the gently mocking humour I was used to, none of the sparkling wit or disapproval at my advances.  Her smile just showed lust, a base animal need that shone through as she bit her lip and kneaded her breasts, her fingers gently tugging at her nipples as her eyes narrowed with a distracted wistful look.  A moan rose from her throat as she rose from her knees, straddling me even as my mouth worked to attempt a protest.  There were no words spoken though, I couldn’t seem to form any in my addled mind, and she didn’t need any to make her intent clear.  She sat with a delicate grace, one hand guiding me in as the other pulled my head to hers, our mouths open, panting, gasping, our tongue battling each other in a war for pointless dominance as I slid inside.

She was so wet.  That was the only thought that managed to percolate up to the surface.  And so tight.  A wet velvet grip that clamped down on me as her nails dug into the back of my neck.  She stopped kissing me and buried her face in my neck, a low, rising, shuddering keening filling my ears as she rose and fell, so slowly the first time.  Then again, faster, and faster.  Her pace accelerated as her pitch rose, a convulsive shuddering rippling through her body as my hips started to rise against my will, my legs pushing, thrusting, rising up off the chair until I was nearly supporting her weight, my back arching as the fabric seat struggled to support us, then gave out with a crash.

We didn’t even noticed.  She just rode me to the floor as we panted and moaned and thrust.  She ground her pelvis into mine, my cock buried inside her, straining as my hips bucked, trying to push deeper, and deeper still only to realize there was no more length to bury.  My hands gripped her waist, seeking leverage, cupping her flaring hips as I felt her thighs tense and stretch, the play of her muscles beneath her skin a wonder to feel and behold.

My eyes were wired open, taking in the glorious sight of her breasts bouncing above me, seeing the interplay of her flesh rippling back and forth, then clapping softly as they made gentle circles in time to our straining thrusts.  My neck reached out, searching for those soft orbs, those firm red targets that capped them, and she reached down to help me, pulling my head towards her tits, helping me suck one, then the other of those perfect strawberry nipples into my mouth, flicking them with my tongue as I started to lose control, my face buried in the soft mass of her breasts, sweat dripping down her cleavage as we strained.  I felt her belly clench, her muscles lock, her pussy clamp down around my cock as a high pitched wail was forced from her throat.  She came, shivering, shuddering atop my straining, exhausted body, her spare hand coming up to maul and tug at her free breast convulsively, compulsively.  She collapsed down on top of me, her breasts crushed against my chest, still wailing, still bent and stretched like a bow as her muscles pulled tighter and tighter, spasming in brilliant orgasm.  I thrust again, once more, a third time, and exploded.  My lungs locked and I came, my whole body arched up off the floor as I crushed her into me, pulling her pelvis down into mine with all the strength I had, spurting deep inside her, feeling like my soul was exploding out of my cock.

I collapsed, enervated, drained, exhausted.  Deep rattling breaths billowing in and out, feeling them echoed by the girl above me.  I pulled the bun from her hair and let it cascade down over my face, taking in the sweet scent of it, drifting in an afterglow I never new possible.  I held her against me and revelled in the softness of her, the warm and supple grace of her naked form draped over mine and wondered how it was possible.  How could it be real?

She moaned, or maybe purred, a low contented rumbling that I felt in my chest even as I heard it, and said the first words that had been spoken in nearly a half hour.

“Mmmmm… Why the hell have we never done that before?”  Candace ran a hand through my hair, smiling down at me in a post coital bliss, even as her words roused me to an uncomfortable awareness of what I had done, and tried to smile through the conflicted feelings that suddenly rose within me.

“I don’t know.”  I managed to get the words out, but I knew they were lies.  I knew all to well why we had never fallen into bed before.  And I knew all too well why she suddenly had the urge to make our relationship physical.

I closed my eyes again, and let my head fall to hit the floor with a soft thump.  This time wishing it Was all dream, instead of the other way around.  She curled up against me, settling in there on the floor of my dorm room, and I thought back on how we got there, how the world had stopped making sense.