Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Who Me? Worry? I don't think so
The History Channel is going crazy this week. Yes. It's time to scare everyone with their weeklong series...Armageddon Week. Hmmm. Okay. I know everyone wants to hear that the world will be hit by a fiery comet in December 2012 (the 21st to be precise) and that's going to be IT for human kind.
Well, that's the take I watched right before I went to bed last night hoping to have nice dreams. Umm. What nice dreams? I know you guys have seen these. Nostrodomus' quatrains are examined and they discuss the prophecies of the Mayans and Hopi Indians, discuss the Bible Code and read tea leaves.
Okay, they don't talk about tea leaves but I was on a roll. LOL.
Right before bed I was thinking about all of this and started to feel seriously creeped out. Honestly, it's hard to not watch this stuff. It's fascinating. Kind of like watching a train wreck, ya know?
I've been thinking about this though and have decided I'm not worrying about it because once you start dwelling on these kinds of things it sort of saps the joy right out of you and hey, I'm all about JOY. So this is what I've decided about all of this.
I will treat myself and others with respect. I will try to help others and our imperiled planet as much as I can and live each day in a way that makes me happy. I'll not knowingly hurt others and I will SMILE. So bring the comet ON. I'm not worrying. About it or anything else. Know that saying about living one day at a time? I'm beginning to think there is something TO that phrase.
Happy Release Day to my buddy, Anne Rainey!!! Her naughty story BURN is out today at Samhain. So to honor the occasion, I'm posting a little bit about this flaming hot book.
A Kwips and Kritiques Recommended Read!!"The ménage between Ally, Heather, and Blake is steaming hot!Anne Rainey is an author I never fail to read. Her stories pack a very powerful punch and the heat level is always a raging inferno. Don’t miss out on BURN as this is one hot number that is a guaranteed winner!" --Reviewed by Anne. http://ck2skwipsandkritiques.com/anne/burn_anne.html
Burn by Anne Rainey
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Red Hots!ISBN: 978-1-60504-352-4
Length: Short StoryPrice: 2.50
Publication Date: January 6, 2009
Cover art by Scott Carpenter
A woman scorned…can be damned delicious!
Ally Ryanaldo and Blake Steele were high school sweethearts, in love and inseparable. Ally always assumed she’d be his wife, raise his babies and live happily ever after. Those dreams were shattered the day Blake left her and his small town life for the bright lights of New York City.
Now, ten years later, Blake is back—and wants to pick up where they left off. Ally has other ideas. Naughty ideas. With the help of her kinky girlfriend, Heather, Ally shows Blake her wild side.
When her little plan backfires, though, Ally’s very much afraid she may lose the only man she’s ever loved—for good.
This title contains explicit sex, graphic language, anal play, ménage a trois (f/f/m), whips and whipped cream.
Every touch of his tongue to mine drew moisture to my vagina. There was so much I wanted to do to him. I wanted to taste his cock. To suck on him until he begged for mercy. I wanted to ride him, hard, and drive us both over the edge.
Blake pulled back, his eyes blazing with arousal. “I want you, baby. This has been the longest damn week of my life. Don’t send me home.”
He sounded so desperate. I understood, because I was just as greedy for him. “I want you, too.”
He closed his eyes briefly and let out a deep breath. “Thank God,” he muttered. “Where’s your bedroom?”
I stepped out of his arms. “First, I want to prepare a few things. You can wait in the living room.”
“You’re killing me, Ally.”
“Please. I’ll only be a few minutes.”
He sighed, and left the kitchen. I strode to the refrigerator and grabbed a can of whipped cream, before heading to the bedroom.
A few minutes later, I was ready for him. I walked into the living room and held out my hand. He rose to his feet and smiled. When his big, calloused fingers laced through mine, I quickly led him down the hallway. As I reached the bedroom, I went straight to the bed and switched the lamp on its dimmest setting. When I turned around, Blake’s eyes were still on me. I trembled at the wild gleam in his gaze.
He’d never been like this before. In a heartbeat, I knew I’d seriously miscalculated. The man standing in front of me was an adult male with an adult’s needs and wants. And Heather wasn’t here this time as a buffer.
Blake came to me and stroked my arm, bringing gooseflesh to the surface. His gaze touched everywhere at once. “When I saw you touching and playing with Heather it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. But I’m glad to have you alone. You’re so much prettier than I remember.” He looked me over, stopping on my breasts. “Your breasts are bigger. Damn, just look at you, baby. I could gobble you up right now.”
I didn’t know what to say. For a moment, I just stood there and wallowed in his praise. It was good to hear compliments from him. The deep tone of his voice turned my blood to liquid lava.
“Before things get too carried away, I wanted to ask you something.”
“Anything, Ally. You can ask me anything you want.” He seemed to think about that statement and added, “Except no more threesomes.”
“Will you let me experiment a little?”
His eyebrows shot up. “Again?”
Instead of explaining, I reached over and picked up one of the scarves tied to the bedpost closest to me and waved it in the air.
“You want to be tied down?”
I shook my head. “No. I want to tie you down.”
Blake licked his lips and ran a hand through his hair. He eyed the bed, then pinned me with a suspicious glare. “This isn’t some sort of trick, is it?”
It was my turn to frown. “What do you mean?”
“You don’t plan to exact some sort of revenge by tying me to your bed and then leaving me there to rot why you go off to have sex with Heather?”
I laughed. “No. Nothing like that. She really is in Florida. No worries there.”
Still he hesitated. “You know me. I like to be in control. And I really want to touch you. If I’m tied down, I won’t be able to. That would really suck.”
I held firm. “This is the way I want it, Blake.”
Several seconds passed, before he said, “For you, baby, I’ll do it.”
I sucked air into my lungs as he started to strip out of his shirt. Some small part of me had hoped he’d say no. I’d be off the hook. But he was submitting. I was so out of my league.
As he pushed his work boots off and unzipped his jeans, my eyes fairly bulged out. His cock was much bigger than I remembered.
Yummy! Doesn't this sound GREAT???