Friday, November 30, 2012

Getting Freaky Friday: Hotness after a mistaken call? Why yes please! Sorry...Wrong Numbrer by Jamallah Bargman


All good things have a beginning and with this story, it all begins with a call. Marcie Reynolds thought nothing of grabbing the phone that evening but she never thought that once she answered and heard the amazing voice on the other end that anything would happen, since the fact that the man had the wrong number.

Jonathan Sutton thought he had the right number and after the second time he calls, he couldn't help but be enthralled after listening to the sweet voice on the other end. Soon he strikes up a conversation with the girl who calls herself 'Joan' and quickly sparks fly.

Watch as Marcie and Jonathan make what seems like something as innocent as a phone call into something that neither one of them will never forget.


What in the world was she getting herself into? Marcie wondered as she obeyed him. “Now, I want you to slowly run that dildo down between your breasts, tell me, Joan, how big are your breasts?”

Smiling Marcie said, “42 C.” She heard him moan smiling at his response knowing she probably hit a nerve with him. “Are you a boob man, Jonathan?”

Very much so, darling, I love touching and tasting a woman’s breasts, nibbling on their nipples. I bet your nipples are dark and perky. I would so love to suck on them until I got tired, although I must say, I probably won’t.”

It was the sound his voice made when he said the word ‘suck’ that hit a nerve in her. Marcie could imagine him lying between her legs with his huge hands grabbing hold of her breasts, squeezing them tightly while he nibbled and sucked on them. Looking into those amazing eyes of his while he did just what she was imaging. My God, the thoughts that were running through her head as her nipples grew erect were driving her crazy at that moment.

Softly rub down your stomach with my cock, Joan, feel how hot I am. I so want to be inside of you right now, filling you deep. When you get it along that sweet pussy of yours, baby, let me know.” Marcie heard him say as she was already at her belly button as the dildo rested next to her mound. Marcie could feel herself getting wetter as she prayed for a bit of release. It had been so long since she had actually been with a man and this experience was very new to her.

Rub my cock on that hard nub of yours, baby, can you feel me against you? I know you are very wet right now. I can imagine how wet and tight your pussy probably is, so sweet. Now, baby, I want you to quickly slide that cock inside your pussy. I want to hear you while you do it so I can imagine feeling you moan in my ear while I plunge into you deeply,” Jonathan whispered seductively in her ear. Her eyes were half-closed and her breathing grew more rapid while Marcie anticipated what was going to happen next. Marcie could feel it go slowly inside of her, the girth was almost too much for her to even bear. She hadn’t realized how tight she really was and let out a cry that ended up being a sigh as she kept slowly putting it inside of her. Marcie could hear him moan with contentment as she softly whispered, “Yes, baby” while sliding as much of it as she could inside. This dildo felt so good and she relished the feeling so much that she found herself opening her legs wider to push it in further.

God, baby, you feel so good and tight.” His voice shook as if he was actually sliding himself deep into Marcie, needing every bit of his strength to keep from moving too quickly. “I don’t want to rush this Joan, I want you to enjoy it just as much as I am going to enjoy listening to you say my name when you come. Now, baby, I want you to start off slow, start feeling me pumping into that pussy of yours.”

Marcie honestly didn’t know why she was doing all of this, why she felt she had to obey him no matter how crazy this whole experience was. There was something inside her that wanted all of this. Marcie even felt that she craved his attention at that moment. She closed her eyes at the thought of him lying between her legs, his chest chiseled and ripped with muscles, eyes flashing at her with such passion and heat that her whole body seemed to radiate from it. With every thrust the dildo made, Marcie imagined seeing the muscles in his arms and chest contract. She wanted so badly to run her hands all over him, just to feel him, but Marcie knew that this moment was just in her head and she had to dream he was there while listening to his voice.

Hearing him grunt softly while she continued with a pace she figured he would use if he was there at that moment, Marcie raised herself up a little, something she’d never thought she would do, as she continued pumping that dildo into her. Feeling every vein and the girth sliding deep into her caused her to moan even more, making him growl and gasp in return.

Oh God, Jonathan, you feel so good, baby,” Marcie moaned.

Oh, so do you, baby, I want you to feel me going faster into that sweet pussy of yours.” And with that Marcie’s hand went faster while the dildo was pumping into her with such speed and friction that they both moaned at the same time. It was as if he was there right in front of her, hiking her legs up from underneath her knees as his hips went into her with deep thrusts. Deep within Marcie, the sensation she had long thought gone, slowly returned. She couldn’t contain herself, letting out a deep moan that soon became a cacophony of sounds she had never thought her vocal chords could produce. Her body shook while her legs clamped together like a clam in its shell, and her body and soul did whatever it wanted while Marcie heard him on the other end, moaning and grunting. He sounded amazing while her heart raced so hard in her chest, she thought she was going to have a heart attack from this mind-blowing orgasm.

Joan, Joan baby, is you there, baby?” Marcie heard him say as she tried her best to unlock her knees and thighs. When Marcie was able to let go, she grabbed the phone and said, “I’m here, Jonathan. My God! I’ve never done anything like that before.”


Monday, November 19, 2012

It's a Manic Monday and Sunday wasn't as much of a fun day

You remember that song right? Manic Monday? Well, since starting my new job as a manager for a popular children's restaurant/play place Sundays and Mondays have been absolutely AWFUL. It's all my fault really as it was my bright idea to close on Sundays and open early on Mondays. That gives me about 3 hours of sleep in between a 10 hour shift and an 8 hour shift. After that, I take my middle child to his cello lessons and spend the rest of the night putting everyone to bed until my husband gets home at 10pm.

So usually, by Tuesday, I look like this:

I hate being so tired and with such a busy full time work and home schedule, I no longer have  enough time to get any promoting, writing, or anything else for that matter done. It's frustrating me completely. I am however working on edits when I can just to feel like I'm being somewhat productive. But I will make sure to get more books out. Eventually. That's better than nothing right?

So please bear with me else I may pull out the rest of my hair and look a lot scarier than what this picture shows. 

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Friday, November 2, 2012

Getting Freaky Friday: Sandwiches can be totally sexy too! The Trigon Rituals III: Dominance Fury by Angelia Whiting

Yay! It's been a bit since I've gotten to do a "Getting Freaky Friday" segment. With my new job and blog hops, I've been a bit on the busy side. But now, I'm ready to show you all another great book to sink your teeth into. And this one is a menage! Yummy!


Lieutenant Sydney Laurens rookie star pilot was protecting a childhood secret. She’d been keeping company with two imaginary friends who didn’t seem to want to go away. In fact they’d become quite the pests, popping into her head at inopportune moments, disrupting her life. Worse than that, they were constantly fighting with each other. After years of attempts she’d finally succeeded in banishing them from her life--well sort of, but the feat leaves her less than joyful, less than relieved. Her heart has become entwined with theirs and their absence has done nothing but left her feeling lonely and with an empty yearning to have them back again. She misses them.


You love me?

We love you sweet Sydney, with all the life within us, with the spirit of our souls that transcends eternity.

Arjim's answer rendered Sydney speechless. Still she reached for them, pushing aside the years of denial that they existed, years of sexual frustration over wanting only them and no one else, the anger--anger over their uninvited intrusion into her mind. None of that seemed to matter at all anymore.

And what do you intend to do? Sydney asked, her heart beginning to race, her body aching with need. She knew perfectly well what they intended to do, but wanted to answer them properly.

Mate with you, woman. We intend to mate with you.

She wanted them, yes, she had always wanted them. Her mind, her body, her heart had yearned for them from the very first time they'd stepped into her life so, so many years ago--when she was just two--two years of age. She was eating dessert in her highchair and fell asleep with her face in the bowl…

We were just tods ourselves, Tina, four phases old. Arjim told her, catching her thoughts.

I thought you were going to steal my chocolate pudding. Sydney chuckled at the memory. How could she still recall something that was so far in the past?

The first time we touched your mind is as clear to me as if it happened on this dawning. Calem's mouth grazed her cheek as he whispered. Your pudding as you call it was the last thing our appetites were seeking.

Sydney tipped back her head. Her lips parted and she gasped out in breathless desperation to be made love to. He kissed her neck. The soft yet passionate sensation caused shivers of delightful arousal to flicker along her flesh. Pudding is more important to a child than the unknown hungers of lust.

Not lust She'ami. Arjim pressed his palm between her breasts, over the area of her heart. It is the passion for love that all Tertani men seek.

True love knows no age or boundaries, sweet Sydney. Calem whispered in her ear as he nuzzled against her temple. She could feel his warm breath on her flesh. Our devotion to you has been infinite and undying.

She understood. When they were children their love was naïve and undefined yet the yearning had been there from the beginning. It had continued to be there as time went on, always, and nothing had fully erased it from her mind, erased them from her mind.

Knowing you, loving you, Sydney began, her body trembling as they their hands began roaming her body, caressing her skin, touching her lightly all over.

Sh-h-h, Calem soothed. Speak no more, Tina. This eve we make you ours, this eve we mate.

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