Liberty Stone's Blog - Posts Tagged "erotica"

With his lips pressed firmly against mine, I reached behind my back, fumbled with my keys, until finally, I found the lock. Our bodies were stuck together in an alcohol induced blob of hormonal passion, we pushed against the door one more time. One more heave, it gave way — we landed just inside my apartment. “Fuck!” I squealed, his slightly overweight body smashed me against the filthy floor.
~Liberty Stone
Liberty Stone

The waves were at least ten feet tall, and as they crested, a strong wind sheered off the top, sending a non-stop jet of mist spraying into the air. It made for the most beautiful rainbow I had ever seen. It was a true paradise of color — millions of tiny flying diamonds dancing on the wind, reflecting every ray of sunlight they could catch.
~Liberty Stone

It was Saturday morning; I should have been sleeping, but I couldn’t keep my eyes closed another second. I kicked off my fluffy pink comforter, pushed myself up from the bed, and ran to the window. I quickly reached back, pulled my bed-head hair into a pony tail, then reached for the curtains. I knew he would be there, it was Saturday morning after all, and he always started early.
I looked left, by the pool, then right by the porch, but he was nowhere to be seen. He wasn’t there. The curtain slipped from my hand as my Saturday morning smile drifted away.
Crap.
I turned, took a long look at my nice warm bed, decided against it, then walked downstairs.
“Mom,” I blindly walked into the kitchen with head down, “are you making breakfast?”
There was an unfamiliar odor — the scent of perfectly cooked bacon, eggs, and freshly brewed coffee. A homemaker, my Mother was not. She had an altogether different style — when in doubt, order out.
“Hey, Ruby.”
Shit.
I dropped my phone. My feet sunk into the cold tile floor and I couldn’t move, I couldn’t even bend over and pick up my phone. No fucking makeup. A rat’s nest for hair. What the hell?
“Good morning.” I kept my head down. I looked horrible. It was one thing for me to see him from the safety of my bedroom, a totally different thing for him to see me. Besides, I was wearing pajamas that should have been thrown out two years ago — Pandas are cute, not sexy. That’s why the world loves them.
“I’m sure you heard the news. Katherine and I broke up.” Garret stood from the table and walked towards me. I wanted to keep my head down, but with my luck, he would think I was staring at his junk; not an unpleasant view, I imagined. “And I need a date tonight.” He stopped just inches from me, his hands rose to my face, then softly brushed away the wayward hairs.
Oh, God. I started to sweat, to panic. “Me?” With my head tilted back, I looked up at him. His dark green eyes were so beautiful. I had never seen them so close, in such detail. Green with tiny blue swirls, they reminded me of something — a tropical lagoon, an emerald. I couldn’t place it, but it didn’t matter. It was his lips I really dreamed about; I wanted them pressed against mine.
“Yes.” His fingers lifted the hair from my neck. Cool air rushed in chilling my moist, hot skin as he pulled me closer. I closed my eyes. “I’ve always wanted you, Ruby.” Our lips touched just a little. It was so soft that I wasn’t sure if he had kissed me. I opened my eyes. His face was so perfect; I wanted to see him while we kissed.
No fucking way.
My hands grabbed at the sheets. Yuck. They were soaked. I was soaked; my entire body was drenched in sweat. I rolled over and tried to reach for my phone. Damp, sticky sheet clung to my body. Gross. My arms flailed about; escape wasn’t going to come easy. I slowed down, took a deep breath, then peeled away the wetness. Finally, I was free, and awake.
~Liberty Stone

So glad to be back in front of the computer this morning. Yesterday was spent at a bar watching American football, a game I have yet to understand, or have much of an interest in. It amazes me just how many people turned out for those games. But still, it was a great time.

So, on with writing. I have a couple idea's for new story lines. One of which is a paranormal sex thingy...yes, I used the word 'thingy'. I will let you know what I decide later.

I hope everyone has a good Monday.

~LS

With his erection locked firmly in my grasp, I drop to my knees. Cock and chocolate…the only two things I put in my mouth every day. Slowly, I lean forward, making sure I take my time. His scent, the way he feels, I want to enjoy every second. “Great cock,” I give him a little reassurance. Men perform better when they think you’re impressed.

Erotica For Women With Explicit Sex: Erotic Romance

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