Saturday, January 25, 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors / #8sunday / 01/26/14

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Excerpt from Chapter 2. Fist Full of Edits






Rene reaped the benefits in many ways from my earlier encounter with Debbie. I gazed down lovingly at Rene’s sweet heart shaped rump while I drove and angled deep into her. Yet my mind wandered. Thoughts of what Debbie's tiny olive hued derriere would look like in this pose would arise. Sure Debbie’s shorter stature might make this a more challenging encounter, but it could offer new angles as well. The thought just made me harder. As my hands reached around to cup Rene’s small breasts I couldn't help but muse what it would be like to have Debbie's enormous melons in my mitts. But then I would see Rene’s beautiful blond mane spread across her back and the dusky Debbie would fade from my thoughts.


                                              Debbie Do



                                                                                    

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors! 01/19/14

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Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors! Sign up on the linky list below and share 8 sentences of your writing, published or unpublished, to go live between 12:00 noon on Saturday 01/18/14 and 9:00 AM on Sunday 01/19/14. Visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their 8 sentence posts. Spread the word. Twitter hashtag #8sunday.


Excerpt from Chapter 1. Prologue 





Debbie was wearing a sheer orange dress that accented her olive skin impeccably. The plunging V of her neck line barely constrained her overflowing breasts. I wanted to dive into that cleavage. The way the fabric flowed and simultaneously clung about her body was a sight to behold. As she poured into the room and handed me one of the cocktails I didn't care what was in it. I wanted to be in her. I noted that she had closed the suite door and locked it so I was already plotting, but mindful because we were colleagues.

“Show me what you did.” she asked. So I lined up the pix and track, hit the right button, and the rough cut played.


 Debbie Do

Thursday, January 16, 2014

4. A Woman Of Note: Insert Edit



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I admired the lines of Lynn's slender body while she lay below me sprawled and spent . Her profile revealed her flushed cheeks and fluttering eyelids as she slowly recovers and her twitching nethers come to rest.

Saturday, January 11, 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors 1/11/14

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By the time we got to the deserted top floor of the garage I pressed her against the car and kissed her so long I felt I was melting into her. I ground my hips in to her and Pam's legs parted and I felt her sweet spot grinding on my pecker as I held her bouncy behind in my hands. She began ripping at the buttons of her dress and then at my shirt till our bare chests were pressed  together. I felt her soft breasts flatten against me. Everything about Pam was soft and pliable, but her response was growing fierce. I was being consumed. I reached up under her skirt, but instead of pantyhose I found a garter belt, stockings, and no panties between my fingers and the softest, wettest pussy I had ever fingered. As my fingers sunk into her we kissed madly.

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Friday, January 10, 2014

3. A Woman Of Note: Open Re-Edit



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Again the list of justifications that this night’s proceedings will require is running through my head; all while my cock was straining and bobbing in front of Lynn’s watery blue eyes. Blue eyes she can not keep off it.



Monday, January 6, 2014

2. A Woman Of Note: Pause




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I could smell the liquor, stale smoke of the lounge, the remnants of Lynn’s perfume, but mostly I could smell her delicious cunt. I felt the heat rising from her as the tip of my cock was poised centimeters from her lascivious labia. Her heat was rising up just as the nipples on her small round tits were rising up inviting me to plaster my chest against hers and thrust away between her up stretched legs.