GOAL by end of November: 50,000 words
TODAY: 11,767 words
Another tidbit!
Clicking the door shut, she leaned against it. "You want to play a game?"
"Hell, yeah."
In a flash, she was pressed against him. A scented candle--apple mystery solved--cast shadows on her reflection in the mirror: her dark green halter top was the perfect setting for her long auburn hair, pale skin speckled with freckles, and moss-green eyes.
Damn, she was hot.
Setting her cup on the counter, she eased her knee between his legs, spreading them. His breath was a toxic blend of beer, tequila and tacos. Grabbing his hand, she sucked his index finger, tasting salt. As his erection prodded her through his jeans she had to swallow a gag.
"Oh yeah, baby."
"You like my ass?" She wrapped her lips around his middle finger.
He groaned before reaching around and stroking her backside."Hell, yeah. It's perfect."
She half-smiled. So true. She continued working him, slipping his ringer finger in and out of her mouth until he ground his pelvis into her.
"And did you pinch my ass with these tasty fingers?"
His eyes were closed as he threw his head back. His erection thickened. "Liked that, huh?"
"Hated it, Frat Boy."
With a quick twist, she bent his fingers back. He jerked, his erection deflating, his elbow knocking her cup off the counter. It arced over the toilet, splashing beer on the wall. A couple of satisfying snaps and a screaming Frat Boy was on his knees, face reddening as he peered up at her with suddenly clear eyes.
TODAY: 11,767 words
Another tidbit!
Clicking the door shut, she leaned against it. "You want to play a game?"
"Hell, yeah."
In a flash, she was pressed against him. A scented candle--apple mystery solved--cast shadows on her reflection in the mirror: her dark green halter top was the perfect setting for her long auburn hair, pale skin speckled with freckles, and moss-green eyes.
Damn, she was hot.
Setting her cup on the counter, she eased her knee between his legs, spreading them. His breath was a toxic blend of beer, tequila and tacos. Grabbing his hand, she sucked his index finger, tasting salt. As his erection prodded her through his jeans she had to swallow a gag.
"Oh yeah, baby."
"You like my ass?" She wrapped her lips around his middle finger.
He groaned before reaching around and stroking her backside."Hell, yeah. It's perfect."
She half-smiled. So true. She continued working him, slipping his ringer finger in and out of her mouth until he ground his pelvis into her.
"And did you pinch my ass with these tasty fingers?"
His eyes were closed as he threw his head back. His erection thickened. "Liked that, huh?"
"Hated it, Frat Boy."
With a quick twist, she bent his fingers back. He jerked, his erection deflating, his elbow knocking her cup off the counter. It arced over the toilet, splashing beer on the wall. A couple of satisfying snaps and a screaming Frat Boy was on his knees, face reddening as he peered up at her with suddenly clear eyes.