I had soooooo much sex, they better name an island after me or something LOL.
Oh, that reminds me! I am almost finished writing my MMF novel, Men of the House with my girlfriend Lana Hartley. We are creating a new pen name for the two of us, calling us, ABBY ANGEL.
But I'm not sure how it is and you guys were SUPER helpful for Python last time! So I'm including one scene below but PLEASE gimme feedback on what to change. It's unedited now but I just need help figuring out what to do before taking it to the editor.
Some recommendations after the jump and then the scene. Also, if you haven't checked out Python yet, now's your chance!
Love and kisses and lots of hugs!
Alexis
Excerpt begins here:
Desire can be a powerful thing. It rises on your mind like morning fog and, before you know it, you’re lost and blind in the bland whiteness of it. No control, no sense of direction.
That’s me right now; I’m adrift in a sea of desire, and all rationality has deserted me. Do you want to know what I’m thinking while I slide my yoga pants down my hips? It’s simple: I’m not thinking of anything. I’m just like a puppet acting out the commands from some unseen hand.
“Are you just going to stare?” I purr at him, my pants now revealing a faint tan line, as my heart gallops inside my chest. As the words leave my lips, I close the distance between Daniel and I and, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, pull him into me. He grins, delight and desire painting his face, and comes willingly. He rests his big hands on my waist and, the moment he leans into me and his lips touch mine, I close my eyes and let go.
All it takes is one kiss for me to know that this is going to be good. For a man as imposing as him, he’s actually more than a good kisser. I tilt my head to the side, pulling him closer and pressing my mouth harder against his. I part my lips and slip my tongue inside his mouth, a whirlwind of lust dancing inside my head.
I’m kissing my stepfather, this is really happening.
I exhale sharply as, still grabbing me by the waist, he pushes me back and pins me against the bedroom door. His fingers dart to my wrists and he lifts my arms up over my head.
“This is wrong,” he says, his eyes filled with desire. “This is so wrong,” he repeats, and I feel something hardening in his crotch and pushing against my leg. Yes, this is wrong. Very, very wrong… But so are the most delicious things in the world, aren’t they? And it’s this wrongness that makes boiling blood travel through my veins and raises hell between my thighs. My thong is drenched, my juices soaking it in a way that hasn’t happened for a long time… This is raw desire in its purest and most violent form.
“So wrong...” I whisper, throwing his words back at him as a grin of anticipation dawns on my lips.
I throw my head back, baring my neck to him, and he savors my skin with gentle kisses. I pant each time his lips touch me, that gentle fog of desire blanketing my mind. I get out of his hold with cat like movements, freeing my hands and taking them to his shirt, my frantic fingers popping button after button. I untuck his shirt then and, almost with a growl, I press the open palm of my hands on his pectorals, feeling the hard lines of his strong muscles under my fingertips. For a man his age, it’s almost hard to believe the kind of body he has.
Daniel presses his body against mine, the warmness of his skin sending a shiver down my spine, and then grabs a handful of hair on the nape of my neck. Holding my head, he presses his mouth against mine; fireworks go off behind my eyelids as we kiss savagely, our tongues dancing and fighting against each other with abandonment.
Still kissing me, he takes his hand and lets it slide down my side, then makes it climb up my inner thigh. I shudder as I feel his long fingers on my skin, my hips unconsciously bucking against him. He brushes one fing
er over my thong and across the hem of my pants, long flames of pleasure darting through my body as he does it; I rock my hips against him, trying to have him press his hand against my pussy. He doesn’t relent, though, taking his time and slowly brushing his finger over the fabric of my thong and my aching pussy.
I started this and, now that he has taken control, he’s going to make sure we go all the way. No excuses.
With a growl in the back of his throat, he grabs my shirt and pulls it over my head, forcing me to lift my arms. Then, moving fast, he sends my yoga pants down to my ankles and presses his hand against my pussy. He wastes no time and takes his fingers to my thighs; pulling on my thong, he sends it down my legs as well. I bite my lower lip as I feel the fabric sliding down, and I kick off my sneakers, doing the same with my pants and soaked underwear.
I exhale sharply, his fingertips caressing my drenched folds with a maddening gentleness. He keeps his own patient rhythm and slowly drives me to the edge with his touch. And, God, I just love it. Why rush into things?
Tracing the contour of my pussy with one single finger, he avoids touching my clit. I sway my hips, but he takes his other hand and holds me in place by the hips. Slowly parting my inner lips, he takes his finger all the way up my crevice, and only then does he brush his fingertip against my clitoris. And, God, the moment he does it… I almost lose it. I grit my teeth and close my eyes, surrendering to the sparks of electricity that fly inside my body as he gently rubs my clit.
Then, before I can even moan, he opens his hand and presses it hard between my thighs. I snap my legs shut by instinct, trapping his hand there as he flicks one finger against my folds. I open my mouth and sigh in frenzied delight as I feel his finger sliding inside of me; he takes it all the way, curling it upwards and pressing his fingertip against that hidden spot deep inside my pussy. He rubs me there, drowning my brain into pleasure. When he slides one more finger in, I can’t stop myself from moaning; I open my mouth and let a high-pitched cry of pleasure fall from my lips, my skin prickling as I do it.
With two fingers pressed deep inside of me, softly rubbing against my G-spot, he presses his thumb right above my clit. I don’t know how he does it, but his touch simply takes hold of my mind and sends all my thoughts spiraling down into an avalanche of pleasure. It’s magical; it’s perfect. I moan between my gritted teeth, my pussy tightening around his fingers as I come.
I’m still shaking from the orgasm when he takes his fingers out of my pussy and, grabbing me, makes me turn around and pins me against the wall, his chest pressed against my back. He starts unclasping my bra, his fingers pulling the straps down my shoulders and I do the rest, grabbing it and throwing it to the floor.
I thrust my ass back at him, pressing it against his body, and I have to close my eyes as I feel the hardness he hides in his crotch. Swaying my hips from side to side, I grind against his cock as hard as I can, his long shape nested between my cheeks. My skin prickles as I feel him pulsing against my nakedness, and a violent desire to be consumed by him overtakes me.
“Don’t hold back,” I tell him. Then, I feel a sudden urge inside of me, a forbidden word bubbling up to the surface, and I open my mouth again. “Don’t hold back… Daddy,” I say, and my insides clench as the sound of it rolls out from between my lips. Looking over my shoulder at him, I see the expression of delight on his face.
“I never hold back,” he whispers against my ear.
With his chest on my back, the outline of his perfectly carved muscles pressed against my skin, I start rocking my ass against him once again. I dart my hands back and, even though I can’t see what I’m doing, I let desire be my guide: I unbuckle his belt and pull it out, my fingers zipping down his fly with a pent-up fury I haven’t felt in a long time. I let the bulging inside his boxer briefs push against my ass, its thickness resting against my crack in a way that makes me grow even wetter.