In honor of Valentines

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This week I had an unexpected, brief encounter with a beautiful man from my past.  Our relationship had been a rollercoaster, making me joyful and dizzy in equal measure.  When I got off, I could barely walk straight (!).  In short, he turned my world upside down.

When we came together a few days ago, he spanked my big fat ass with a leather crop.  He talked dirty.  He did filthy things I didn’t even know I needed.  He made me laugh.  He made me shout.  He was glorious.  We were perfect.

After the uproar, I held up a high-five hand.  He said he didn’t high-five.  I held out my fist.  No fist-bumping either, he said.  So what do you do? I asked him.

He grabbed my hand and kissed it, holding his lips to my skin long and hard and hot.  THIS was something new.

I just melted.  Because the dirty secret is that I love him.  Always have.  Isn’t life grand?

Jesse

 

 

Raney’s Last Ride

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Excerpt from “Raney’s Last Ride”:

“He coaxed every inch of her to life with his fingers and mouth and tongue, and along the way taught her words for body parts, words that were new to her.  Cock.  Pussy.  Cunt.  Ass.  “My woman will be a lady on the ranch and a spitfire in the boudoir,” he said.  As liquid seeped down her leg, he moved on top of her and pushed his hard cock inside with a moan.  It was the most wonderful thing she’d ever felt in her life.  Later, he would teach her how to take his cock into her mouth, how to suckle and grip the hard shaft until he came in a furious gush.  She wondered where men learned these things.  She didn’t care.  She wanted more.”

The Gourmet

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Excerpt from “The Gourmet”:

“He held and kissed her hand, his eager warm lips pressing her skin way longer than socially appropriate. He was sizing her up like a fruit at the market. Bella plucked at her dress strap, sensing her nipples grow firm. “Sorry for the cliché but I couldn’t help it,” he said, his eyes oozing into her cleavage. She wore no underwear and no bra and it felt wonderfully free, free as the breeze. She wondered if he could tell. She wondered if he knew his naughty lips had woken her pussy, which now felt slick under the slip of a dress. Bella shifted her hip and thought about a hard hot fuck…”

Cowboy Lust

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Happy 2012, everyone.  Here’s wishing you a happy – and very sexy – new year!

Hot news.  My story “Raney’s Last Ride” (written as Chaparrita) will be appearing in Cowboy Lust, a delicious anthology edited by Delilah Devlin.  The book will be available in August this year from Cleis Press. The story: the fastest shot in the territory has a big secret.  And he’s out for some unexpected revenge.

Giddyup.