What can I say? It’s been several months since my last post, and over that time so many things have taken place, I’m not sure where to begin.
Let me say this, I’ve missed posting here and reading everyone’s posts. I was diagnosed with a serious health concern. One that I, of course, thought okay, it is what it is and I’ll deal with it and be done. Unfortunately, my body said a big “fuck you,” and did what it wanted to do. So, it tried to kill me. Months of fighting, treatments, medications, and fierce determination left me tired beyond compare, exhausted, and many days and nights spent in bed. Now, don’t get me wrong, I like my bed, a lot, but I prefer other activities in said bed. Anyway, I digress.
I have managed to write a couple short stories during that time period, but all in all, it was a time of battle, rest, and recovery. As of now, I’m good…of course, only future testing can fully determine that, but for now, I’m continuing with my life as I had previously. Thank you for all of you who have stood by me, whether here, Twitter, Facebook, or in the real world. It is all greatly appreciated. With that said…
I’m baaaaaacccckkk! (We’ve got erotica and smut to read & write!) Check out the excerpt from my hot new release, Weekend with Friends.
““The heat feels good on my skin,” Jenny said aloud. Her eyes flashed open as she looked at Aida, in a way that screamed, I dare you. My wife didn’t hesitate. Aida tossed aside the tank top she wore while remaining in her chair. Keith and I cheered loudly. When Aida stood up, a wicked grin formed on her lips, and she stared at Jenny. Anticipating her next move, Jenny stood as well. Aida hooked her thumbs beneath the thin straps of the thong. Jenny mimicked her actions with the sheer panties she wore. Almost like a showdown, both women settled in place for a quick strip as Keith and I watched with eagerness. The table sat near the fireplace, the glow cast highlights on both of their female forms.
Aida is tall and thin, smaller busted and hipped than most women, but still has beautiful curves for her body. You could describe her as having legs that reach her neck. My wife is gorgeous, long, thick auburn hair and smoky, hazel eyes. A dazzling smile and youthful personality combine to belie her real age—most people mistake her for twenty-five instead of thirty-five. Jenny is younger by several years, and fuller figured. Her C-cups swayed seductively while her hands hovered anxiously waiting to strip the panties from her rounded hips. Jenny has alabaster skin, medium length, curly black hair. Long lashes that could change her appearance from innocent to wicked accentuated the perfect heart-shaped face. Aida had often compared her to a Greek goddess.
With no further warning, Aida jerked the thong down to her thigh and quickly stepped out of it. Jenny attempted to do the same but lost her balance and fell back, her bottom bare, onto her chair. Aida twirled her thong in victory before letting it go in the direction of Keith’s head. He caught them as the silk hit his cheek. Keith surprised no one by bunching them up in his hand as he inhaled the heady scent of Aida’s pussy. Keith leaned toward me, whispering yet still loud enough for all to hear, “They’re still wet.””