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Now onto the fun. New Year's Eve is a favourite holiday of mine. I like to take the time to reflect on the year that has past and make some plans for the one to come. I'm not one for resolutions, but I do like to ponder things to come. My favourite part is spending the evening with my family and my man. We play silly card games or board games, share a few beverages, and a lot of laughs.
This year New Year's Eve is special. It is the first one spent with my granddaughter. I won't bore you with details, but my first grand child was born this fall. Yes she is still an infant, but there is something very special and heart warming about those firsts. First Thanksgiving, first Christmas, first New Years. I've let myself get distracted. LOL.
This is an erotic blog hop and you are probably expecting some heat. (You'll find that a little further down.) :) The best part of New Year's Eve is celebrating the changing of the year with my man. Snuggled up in front of the fire after everyone has gone home we cuddle and kiss and ... you get the idea.
I have yet to write a story that focuses around celebrating the New Year, but I can see may possibilities. Perhaps this should be part of my goals for 2013. These goals include ... writing every day, giving away more copies of my work and work of authors I know, adding more 'kink' to my stories and spending more time 'researching'. *wink wink*
Here's hoping you have a fabulous year in 2013. May the Gods and Goddesses of love and lust visit you often and bring you much titillation and satisfaction.
Hugs
Katie
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Excerpt from
"The Gift" (Etopia Press 2011)
Scene: Sammy has tricked Carl into visiting a private lingerie store with her. She intends to seduce him, with the approval of her husband and Carl's girlfriend.
“What the hell is this?” Carl asked,
staring around him at the spacious room. One side had a straight-backed chair,
a comfortable looking chaise lounge, and an end table with a jug of ice water
and two glasses on it. There was also a stool, a cloth and wood room divider,
and a rack of clothing. A door to the left was slightly open, revealing a
bathroom complete with shower. “I didn’t even know this place had an upstairs.”
He ranged around, taking it all in before whirling to confront her. “What the
hell is going on?” he demanded.
Sammy pushed a finger against his
chest, gently steering him toward the chaise. “Exactly what I told you. I
picked out some things for Nick for Christmas, and I want you to help me choose
the right ones. Sit,” she demanded with one last shove. “I’ll be right back.”
She slipped behind the curtain and
stripped off her clothing as quickly as she could. She had to get this started
before he panicked and bolted, or before she lost her nerve entirely. She
grabbed the first item off the rack. Perfect. Erin had laid them out in the
right order. With a brisk economy of motion, she slipped into a virginal white
bra and panty set, then slid on the matching silk stockings and garter belt and
slid her feet into a pair of jewelled stilettos.
Carl was standing in front of the
chaise looking slightly panicked as he peered around the room, clearly seeking
an escape route. She walked slowly toward him, swivelling her hips and mussing
her hair. “Hey, lover,” she purred, pushing him back onto the chaise with one
touch of her finger. He flopped down and sat staring at her, his mouth making
small, flapping motions as if he were trying to say something. She bit back a
smile of power. This was fun.
She pivoted on her heel and showed
him the back of the outfit. Looking back over her shoulder, she stared at him
until he met her eyes. The frantic look had changed to a glaze of arousal.
Good. “So,” she asked coyly. “What do you think of this outfit?” She slid one
hand down an exposed hip and caressed her backside where it showed under the
short panties. She circled her hips the way she’d learnt in her “strip-a-cise”
class and spun slowly around. Placing her hands on either side of his head, she
leaned toward him, giving him a good view of her cleavage where it swelled over
the low cups of the bra, her nipples playing hide and seek with his eyes. “Do
you think Nick’ll like it?” she teased and spun around slowly, giving him a
full view of the entire outfit. When his breathing increased and his face
flushed, she knew she had him.
Placing one heel on the chaise
alongside his thigh, she leaned in again. “Well? No answer? Maybe he’d like
something different. Maybe in pink.” She trailed her finger along his cheek
before sashaying her way back to the dressing room. As she skittered out of the
first outfit and into the second, she thought she heard him swear.
“Damn,” Carl swore lowly and
adjusted his cock in his jeans. He was as hard as a rock. What the hell was
Sammy up to? he wondered. There had to be more to this than shopping for Nick. Oh hell, he thought, let this be going where I want it to.
Sammy reappeared wearing some
filmy thing in pale pink. It was short, and when she pivoted before him, still
wearing the white stockings and shoes, he could see half her ass under the
double layers of chiffon. He grunted under his breath. He was not going to let
her get the best of him.
Then it hit him. Gina was in on
this, the naughty little minx. She had sent him to see Sammy, saying she needed
help with a gift. They had set him up. He smiled to himself. This was going to
be fun.
Sammy read the resistance in his
eyes and knew it was temporary at best. She cupped her breasts in her hands as
if to offer them for his pleasure. “I kind of like pink, don’t you?” she asked,
turning and bending from the waist to place her hands on the floor. Her ass was
displayed before him, her legs spread so wide he could almost see her dark,
puckered sphincter and pussy around the minuscule thong that ran between her
legs. “Do you like pink?” she asked again, pumping her hips a bit. She
straightened slowly, one vertebra at a time, and turned to face him. She cupped
his face in her hands and gave him a quick peck on the mouth. “Guess not,” she
quipped. “Maybe green.”
She sauntered into the small space
behind the divider, whipped off the outfit and playfully threw it over the
divider in his direction. This time she clearly heard the expletive he
muttered. She wasn’t worried about the clothing—she’d already paid for all the
outfits after Gina helped her pick them out. Her frequent large purchases at
this store allowed her the privilege of renting the upstairs for the afternoon.
She had played this game once before with Nick and had loved it just as much
then as she did now with Carl.
The next outfit took a moment
longer to change into, so she kept up a running monologue about how much she
loved the feel of silk and lace against her skin. As she slipped into the boy
briefs and straightened them out, her finger brushed her pussy, and she was
startled by how wet she was already. She took a second to stroke her clit,
loving the feel of her moist femininity throbbing against her hand.
At last she stepped into the black
and silver pumps and strode cheekily from the room. “What do you think?”
She stood before Carl, hands on
her hips, legs spread apart. She thrust her hips at him, revealing that she was
naked under the short, floating top of emerald lace. He stared at her without
answering. A bit miffed by his stoic response, she put one black heel alongside
him on the cushion, and with a quick double hop placed the other leg beside him
as well. Standing there, she straddled him, her pussy just inches from his
mouth. “No opinion?” she demanded, and thrust her hips forward to ensure he
could smell her arousal.
When he sucked in a breath and let out a long
sigh, she knew she had him beat.
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