Tuesday 2

Tuesday 2 is something new I'm doing.

On Tuesdays I'll post something from one of my stories. It'll either be:

Page 2, 

2 paragraphs,

Line 2 of chapter 2

2 sentences,

...um, you get the idea!

Today is page 2 from my one and only first person point of view story, Burn.

I hope you enjoy it!

Burn, page 2:

...and the full moon shone through the trees. It was romantic and beautiful, and I adored Blake for being so sweet with me this first time. He turned around and kissed me. His touch was electric. It’d been that way since the first time he’d stroked a hand down my cheek and asked me to the spring formal. I’d been head over heels ever since.

"I want you so bad, Ally. You’re special. Never forget that, okay?"

I didn’t know why he felt the need to say that. I knew what we had was different. Blake had dated other girls, but he’d never treated them the way he treated me. We were in love. That was the difference. I knew in my heart we were meant to be together.

"Take off your blouse. I want to see you."

I did as he asked. Blake could have anything he wanted from me. As far as I was concerned, my body belonged to him. With shaking fingers, I unbuttoned the pink silk and let it drift to the ground. He stepped forward and unclasped my bra with a quickness that surprised me. I didn’t want to think about how he’d gotten to be so good at unhooking a girl’s bra.

As he bared my chest, the night air rushed over my skin, and I instinctively covered myself with my palms. I watched with heated interest as he licked his lips and murmured, "You’re so pretty, baby. Don’t hide from me. Never from me."

Nervous, but willing to give Blake everything, I slowly dropped my hands to my sides. His head came down. He clasped my left nipple between his lips and sucked hard. I arched forward, feeling that zing of pleasure between my thighs. Moisture pooled there, and I was shocked at my own reaction. He licked and flicked my nipple, while his other hand came up to cup and squeeze my other breast. I grabbed his head and held him against me. After several long minutes of suckling and fondling, he released my flesh with a pop and stepped back. He stared at my wet nipples, and I could have sworn he growled. I couldn’t be sure, though. My own desire seemed to be buzzing in my ears.

"Skim out of those jeans, baby girl. I want to see you in the moonlight."

I was beyond speech. In that moment, I couldn’t have uttered a single protest to save my life. As I slipped the button free and dragged the zipper down on my designer jeans, Blake began to do the same. My one salvation in all this was knowing he would be...  Read more HERE

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Wednesday's Hunk Quote.

This scene is from "Burn"--my one and only first person point-of-view story. I wrote it from Ally's viewpoint. It just felt right. This was Ally's story and she needed to be the one to tell it.

It's a scorcher, beware! :)

I propped my hands against the headboard and rose up and down on his face, circling my hips and rubbing my clit over his puckered mouth, taking my own desire against his face. Blake watched, tied and helpless, eager to please me. It was suddenly too much.


My body pulsed and spasmed as blood rushed to my hot cunt. I flew over a jagged cliff right into oblivion, screaming his name over and over.

I would have collapsed had I not been on Blake’s face. Instead, I rose up entirely, then lowered to my knees next to his torso. His worshipful gaze never once left mine.

“Let me go, Ally. Untie me now.”

I wanted to protest, to keep up the pretense that I was the one in control, but we both knew the truth. The instant I’d agreed to have dinner with him, he’d assumed control. Without a word, I untied his hands, and he leaned up and untied his own ankles. I wasn’t given the chance to think about my decision as he grabbed my waist and threw me to the mattress, then covered me with his body. I moaned, and his lips curved in that same predatory way I remembered as an enamored girl.

“You’re mine, Ally. You’ve always been mine. I walked away from you once and it was the biggest mistake of my life. I’m not leaving this time.”

Oh God, why did that sound so good? Why did I still want him to love me? My heart broke hearing those words spoken in such a possessive way.

Sanity came back, barely, as I whispered, “I never agreed to anything more than this one night.”

He leaned down and kissed me. It was soft, fleeting. Tempting. As he rose a few inches, I could swear I still felt the heat of his lips against mine. I hoped I’d always feel it there. Maybe it would make saying goodbye easier...

My inspiration for Blake Steele *grin*

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