Sunday Flash Holiday Blog Tour
So you should have just come from Jeanne Barrack’s site. Now, for the rest of the stories, you’ll want to head on over to Vivian Arend’s site . If for some reason, you need to start at the beginning, head back to the SEx blog.
Here’s a list of everyone participating in the tour:
Roscoe James
Juniper Bell
Jeanne Barrack
Emily Ryan-Davis
Vivian Arend
PG Forte
Jolie Cain
Christa Paige
Alanna Coca
Keep commenting and letting us know how we’re doing! 🙂
Morning Dee. No, just dropped in to check out your place before the tour gets started. Right, listen… Juniper had hot buttered rum. I just wondered what… oh, right, thanks.
I’ll be back a little later to get my flash on.
Listen, I think they’re holding the sign a little high. Er, ah, could you get her to lower it just a little. I wouldn’t want anyone to miss out… EG
Good morning, Dee! I’m a streaking, flashing wonder right now – I’ll be back later to read all the great installments here and poke around!
Christmas at the Manporium – 4
“Where are you? It looks mobbed.”
“Oh, uh. You know,” Noelle evaded. “It’s the week of Christmas. Everything is mobbed.”
“Is that woman in line behind you wearing a tiara?” Kendall started to laugh but stopped abruptly. “Omideity. You are not at the Manporium. Noelle!”
“Um, gotta go. Later!” She cut off the transmission. It rang back immediately, but she muted it. Kendall would give her hell later, but she just didn’t think she could deal with the whole girlfriend support thing. And she did not need talking down from a ledge. Kendall might believe life without a man was a perfectly valid choice–and it was–but it wasn’t the choice Noelle wanted to make for herself.
Cabin Fever by Alanna Coca Chapter five
He didn’t feel like a dream. His body was much more warm and substantial than a dream. She could smell wood-smoke and pine trees, she could taste coffee. Dream or angel, she didn’t really care, but she had to ask.
“I’m no angel,” he replied. “You walked onto my front yard. Were you lost, or…”
Maddie put three fingers against his mouth, and lingered there when she encountered moisture from her kiss. “Am I dead?”
Her angel smiled, a sad wistful smile that made his eyes shine. “No, you’re not dead.”
“I’m alive.” She looked down at his chest. He was sure she could see his heart pounding there, but her gaze moved lower still. There was no hiding his erection, it was poking up between her legs, resting against her silky pink panties. “You’re alive too. We should celebrate.”
She didn’t pull away, in fact she tightened her legs around his waist and drew her heat against him. All he could do is hiss a reply. “Yes.”
MATING RITUAL #5 ~ Jeanne Barrack
Khat tugged the jeans down and caressed Mark’s ass, his fingers digging into his rounded backside.
Mark dragged his mouth from Khat’s, gasping for breath.
“What the hell are you doing to me? You’re driving me crazy! I want to fuck you so badly, I…Christ!”
Khat smiled. He had extended his nails just a shade, one of the abilities of his race. The tiny pricks made Mark jump, pushing his groin even harder against Khat.
“Did you like that?” Khat licked Mark’s chin, his rough tongue scrapping his jaw. “Did you?”
Mark moaned. “I don’t know what the hell you just did, but fuck me, do it again!”
“Fuck you or do it again?”
“Both!”
Nice flashes, everyone! This is a blast.
The Invitation – #5 – Juniper Bell
Kent saw both women register the stirring in his shorts.
“I’m picky that way. Tell the Circle I decline the invitation.”
“Nicolette.”
The lithe young thing stepped to his side, then cupped a hand around his balls. Just a light touch, a perfectly placed scratching with one fingernail. The Circle trained their girls well. Too freaking well. Blood rushed to his groin.
“It won’t work,” he said in an even voice. He had his own kind of training, after all.
Ariane measured him with narrowed jade eyes. “Why must you always be so difficult?”
“Most men do exactly what you tell them, I bet.”
“And they rarely regret it.”
“I didn’t either, until I realized I was missing half a million dollars worth of diamonds.”
Things are REALLY heating up now!
Hey, I know those girls! I think they’re the ones responsible for my missing cabana boys.
Damn, these stories are so great I’m losing my place…
Rapture – #5
Martin sat down and motioned for the waiter. He couldn’t see Merita’s eyes, but he guessed they were black—dark as the sea under a starless sky. His fingers itched to touch her skin, to find out if it was as sleek and soft as it looked. Instead, he ordered drinks and told bad jokes so the others wouldn’t see how much he wanted her.
“Let’s get out of here,” he told them after several rounds. “There’s a place, just outside of town, where the bands meet to rehearse for carnival. We can get a cab and I’ll take you there. I can show you the sights.”
Early Christmas Present #5-Jolie Cain
He forced himself to remain where he was. The control he was having to exert over his need made his voice gruff and raw as he asked, “What the hell are you doing, Katie? And where are your damn clothes? Is this some kind of joke? Does Scott know you’re here?”
The smile that had trembled on her full lips vanished at his tone. And hell, was that tears welling up in those blue eyes? He felt like an asshole, but he knew that Scott would kill him if he so much as touched his sister. He saw Katie take a deep breath, the ribbon barely hanging on to it’s precarious perch, and her chin jutted out in that stubborn tilt he’d seen so many times. And he knew he was in trouble. Serious, serious trouble.
Six Pack Ranch, Book 2
Flash#5
“I need this. I need to know…” She couldn’t maintain eye contact anymore and buried her head in his shoulder. Shit. It had been a stupid idea to begin with, and there was no getting around it. Now she sounded desperate, which she was, but actually acknowledging it was brutally difficult.
He’d turned out to be exactly the kind of person she needed for a one-night stand, compassionate and caring. Something inside her cringed a little with disgust at herself. When she thought about the fact she was using him as an experiment she felt dirtier than when she’d first come up with the idea.
He stood and helped her to her feet.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
The stories are heating up. Some great flashing going on here. Let me see what Eve has in store for her happless victim. EG
Eve is a lovely woman. Just saying…
Touching Eve
“Yes. Sorry. He’s being difficult.” She watched his slacks fall around his ankles and smiled at his Snoopy Christmas boxers. He seemed to be getting a grasp on the order of his universe. His eyes were fixed on her Jimmy Choos. “We’re in your study. Bring a belt. I believe he wants to play.”
She snapped the phone shut and strolled around the room trying very hard not to look at him. A difficult task at best. Out of the corner of her eye she caught him toeing his shoes off and stepping out of his slacks.
“There are two kinds of people in the world.” She stopped in front of the fire and turned her gaze upon him again. When he started to answer she interrupted. “Did I say you could speak? You will speak only when asked a question. Is that clear?”
“Yes.”
“What did you say?” She stepped close enough to feel the heat off his bare skin. “You had it right the first time we spoke.”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Better. Now for some rules.”
Oh my goodness. I’m loving these flashes! (And RJ, you know yours is near and dear to my heart. lol) If I’m slow about unmodding people, be patient! I’m reading some hotness and will be back in a minute.
Ok. Because I’m a total nut and haven’t had my coffee yet, I managed to skip myself. When you go to Vivian’s site, make certain you’re reading post number SIX and not five. You might find both there.
Onward and upward…
Stranded (or something) #5:
When he’d first heard her name, Gray expected a matronly, librarian type. Maybe someone who entertained over tea while her eleven cats prowled around the room.
All thoughts of getting her to cancel his escape flight fled his mind the moment he saw her.
What stood at the counter waiting on him was not a matron, but a sultry woman with legs from here to next week. Pouty lips that went out of style with the twenties and a small upturned nose underneath large blue eyes… Oh man. And the scent she carried on her? Absolute heaven.
Standing here now, his mouth pressed to hers, Gray savored the feel of her lips as her reaction shifted from startled to yielding. As surprised as she must have been by his forwardness, he reached out tentatively with his tongue, parting and tasting her. One taste of her freshness was all he needed to send his senses flooding back to reality. He pulled away and gazed down on her flushed face.
We’ll forgive you, mistress Dee. Can I get you some more coffee? A grape? Some hot oil to be rubbed from head to toe?
Just askin.
Oh, RJ. You are too, too tempting. The hot oil sounds verra nice.
Reunion Part 5
There he was. Tall and broad, with a high-n-tight that was sorely in need of a barber, her man headed straight toward their meeting place. A big, bulky war-bag draped over his back, his dog tags were swinging with every confident step he took. But all she focused on was his gorgeous face and his mouth, which quirked into a wide grin the moment he saw her.
“Eric,” she mumbled as her breath caught in her throat. Kaitlin’s feet felt glued in place and her vision swam. She was not going to cry, they’d been through this many times, and she was strong, right? Quickly, she blinked away the incriminating dampness and found her clarity. Before she knew it, the space between them evaporated.
The hard, slab of muscle making up his torso flexed against her breasts as he enfolded her within his strong embrace. Inhaling, his scent tickled her nose and tantalized her senses.
“I have something for you baby-doll,” he said, the deep, rough tone of his voice enticed Kaitlin and she gave in to the impulse, moaning as his tongue found her earlobe and swirled across the opal stud.
“Please,” was all she could manage for a reply.
Flash Race #5
“Are you ready?” The man licked her earlobe. Now she know why he had a hand on her neck. The sensation of his tongue on her ear was so overwhelming she would have slumped to the floor otherwise.
“No. Yes. Please.”
She felt the man smile. His tongue lapped the whorls of her ear, and suddenly all she could hear was him.
The marimba band the local Solstice committee had hired — silent. The chattering crowds — tongue-tied. Even the sound of her own heartbeat was stilled. All that was left was the silky smooth whisper of his lips cruising the over-sensitized skin of her cheek.
She looked around in a panic. Is this is how it was supposed to happen?
“They don’t matter.” The man soothed her. “Only me. Only you.”
Drinks at Darcie’s Place
She tried to keep her lips to herself when he leaned to one side, his neck begging for a kiss, and whispered in her ear, “I collect subs. Do you know what a sub is?”
That didn’t make sense. How does a guy collect submarines? She called him on it. “You don’t collect submarines! Do you know how big a sub–”
“No,” his tongue graced her ear. “Not submarines. Submissives. People that have an affinity with my needs.”
She shivered when she realized what he was talking about and, more importantly, what his needs might be.
flash race #….ah, hell….5
Outside, the cool desert night was blissfully cool. Monica breathed deep, senses reeling as she inhaled the evening’s fecund fragrance. Davis stood so close she could hear the muted whisper of his pulse. So steady, strong and solid. So exactly what she’d been hoping for, so exactly what she needed.
“I know we’ve only just met,” he whispered, his lips just inches from her ear–and when did he get so close? she couldn’t help but wonder. “But I feel like I’ve been looking for you my whole life.”
A shiver of anticipation ran through her. It was as though his words were the signal she’d been waiting for. Without thinking, she turned to him, pulling his face down to hers, covering his lips with her own, clutching at his shoulders only barely aware of his hands roving over her back.
Yum! Great flashes, gang. I’m too interested in your flashes to add anything to them. The hawtness quotient is high!
Love all the flashes, but this is the second site that I haven’t seen PG’s race entry. What’s up with that.
Sorry Beth! PG had to stop before the contest was over. At this point, it’s between Juniper and Roscoe. Keep going to see who won!
Oops. My mistake. Somehow I missed unmodding PG’s post. I swear it wasn’t there when I checked last! 🙁