Christmas is for Smut

It’s been September since I made a post!

What happened do you ask?

LIFE.

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Do I sound like a crazy person? You betcha. Is TV rotting my brain? Nope. All it does is give me insight to what I’m avoiding. That’s a life lesson you can’t put a price on.

So what’s happening now with me? I am procrastinating. Because I can, and because I don’t want to wrap endless christmas presents.

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This is an especially important time of year for smut. We NEED the smut. We have to have the smut. And all the alcohols.

So what’s new? Well, I am on the third and final edit, I started the second book in the series and an entirely different book about an artist who leaves her horrible life in New Jersey to pursue her art career. (I have no idea where I get these crazy ideas).

I am starting to get ready to attend a Pitch Conference in NYC in March. All that means is I will get rejected in person. Don’t worry, I’ll still have a party to celebrate mediocrity!

Without further ado, here is my list of 20 reasons why you deserve smut for Christmas:

  1. People. People are assholes.
  2. Wrapping countless gifts.
  3. Which leads me to paper cuts.
  4. School parties.
  5. Baking cookies. (Stop lying, it sucks)
  6. Gingerbread house construction. Are you kidding me with this shit?
  7. Elf on the Shelf. No.
  8. “Last minute gift ideas.” Fuck off. Here is a last minute gift idea, my wrinkly vagina on a plate with leafy greens.
  9. Re-runs of crappy Christmas movies like ‘Christmas with the Cranks’. Nice try Ben Affleck. I guess that’s good practice for when you fail at Batman.
  10. Star Wars. Hey, I’m excited too, but shut up already. Carrie Fisher is old and fat now. I was shocked they let her out of rehab long enough for filming.
  11. One. More. Gift Card. Stop adding important people to my list of losing monies!
  12. Lack of vacation.
  13. Lack of energy for fun things, like sex and streaking through the quad.
  14. Everyones god damn photos. Holy shit. Stop matching your pajamas!
  15. ‘My cute dog with antlers’ photos. Your pets should be removed from your home.
  16. Devastating news reports. Just. It’s Christmas! Stop being bad humans!
  17. Customers. See number 1.
  18. Driving. Just. Bad things.
  19. Singing of all kinds. STFU.

And last but not least….

20. ASPCA commercials. I help animals. I rescue them. BUT I CAN’T LISTEN TO SARAH MCGLACHLAN ANYMORE.

Buy some smut. In the mean time….I promise to be more regular with the funny and the gross. Here is a lady bone…(r) for you. I wrote a short story of no name yet….just for you!

Disclaimer: All material is subject to copyright. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the authors imagination of are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, alive or dead, is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

 

I haven’t slept with a man in two years. And it was only one man. Only one my whole pale faced, virginal, geeky, existence, and he ended the relationship because I wouldn’t let him have a  relationship with a second person, namely, a girl called Penelope who played roller derby and had skull tattoos.

As I study Darren’s face, I can see him thinking this out. He’s watching me intently, waiting for me to give him the silent ok. But as I think of all of the sex I never had with Jason, the things I didn’t feel, physically and emotionally. While I was laying there as he pretty much stuck it in and out in repeated motions, until grunting and falling asleep on top of me, I think, do I want to do that again? The answer should be no.

But as I look up in Darren’s Pacific blues, I realize I want to try. I have never wanted anything so much as to let him consume me. Maybe it will be different this time? As he comes a little closer, I realize that he’s testing me out. Should I tell him about my limited experience? Should I explain how much I disdain sex? No. I don’t want to kill the mood. I don’t want him to see me as that pale, geeky girl Jason did ‘just because.’ The difference however, between Darren and Jason that is, is that I actually find myself wanting this. I want him near me, kissing me, touching my skin, feeling where he likes. Doing what he likes. I want him to take control.

Like a boardwalk fortune teller, he must know what I’m thinking. His right hand lays at my waist. It’s gentle. It’s barely invisible. His fingers lay one by one on my shirt. With a touch that could light the dampest tinder, he grabs the hem and works it slowly upward. I outwardly sigh and close my eyes when he breaks the reverie.

“Open them Jayne. Let me see you.”

And there it is. The control I desperately needed. The tingles shoot from all angles. From my fingers to my hair follicles. I’m hot. Im chilled. I’m…turned on.

I open my eyes just to get smacked in the face with his stunning features. Good god, he’s handsome. Rugged, yet neat in appearance. His hair on the longer side, a little wild under his ball cap. He has scruff, which I can’t wait to touch. He rakes me over with slow abandon. He then takes off his trademark ball cap. The Boston University faded one he has worn on all six dating occasions. Every one an outdoor adventure. When I told him I have never seen the pacific northwest until moving here a month ago, he has taken me hiking, mountain biking, star gazing and picnicking to name a few. It’s been the best month of my life. He has never made a move on me save a small peck on the lips. I think he realizes I’m an inexperienced twit. He makes me nervous and it’s not because I don’t want him, it’s because I do. And badly.

Tonight we end up at my apartment after a walk around the city with my dog, Bruce. I asked him up, and to my surprise he asked if I was sure. When I nodded he spoke. “You know what this means right Jayne? If I come up to your apartment with you now, I won’t be able to hold back any longer. I’ve been waiting for you to be ready. Are you ready?” In answer, I opened the door and dared him to follow me.

Which leads to here and now. My artfully ripped vintage ghostbusters t gets thrown to the floor, where his hat now lays. His long brown curly locks, loose and wild at the ends is begging for me to grab. His hand is now working the back of my bra. He looks into my eyes and lifts his eyebrows in question.

I give him a small nod, practically begging him to continue. I surprise myself in braveness when I say “Just take what you want.” He stops and his eyes close longer than the usual blink, his head tilted back a little. He’s absorbing. He’s taking in what I said. “I want you, Jayne” he finally says. “I want you too.” I whisper as I look down to my feet. He grasps my chin and pushes it up gently. “No. Never look away. You, are beautiful.” He removes the rest of my bra. He looks at me, taking in a breath as he admires my frame, the swell if my breasts, the goosebumps on my flesh.

Then it happens. He kisses me. Gently at first, more demanding after a beat as he coaxes my lips open with his tongue. He’s velvet, mint, a hint of coffee. His kisses firm, a little demanding. His hands reach my breasts and squeeze slightly before wrapping around my waist. Hy arms ensconced in his muscular, lithe frame, my hands immediately go to his chest. He is a wall of sensual male, his t-shirt barely hiding his beautiful hardness. He pulls me into him harder, trapping me under his ruthless skill and I am unable to move. I don’t want to move.

I feel his hardness now, pressing into me. I’m lost in a cloud of varying sensations and thoughts. Im desperate now, all consuming in this sexual need I now feel to my very core. Thoughts of Jason go through me, and not because I want to think of him, but because he is all I have to compare this to. And in that spirit of things, there is no comparison. Jason never held me like this. Never kissed me like he was starved for the taste of me. He never made me feel this way. With Jason, I didn’t feel. I just did.

A myriad of things happen all at once. He backs up, breaks our kiss, removes his shirt, wow, and oh my god, and makes work of his pants. “Undress for me Jayne. Let me see you.” I mirror his actions, making known what I already knew when I met up with him tonight; that I was going to have sex with him. And I can hardly wait.

His tight heather gray boxers are stretched to the seams. His erection pushing the fabric taut. There is no way I can see that fitting inside me. Jason was smaller, so much smaller in fact that I remember being quite disappointed, even though, I had never seen a penis in real life before. A couple more experienced girlfriends told me what to expect, and that wasn’t it. What’s more is he made it out to be the best thing that ever happened. Stroking it in front of me, asking if I liked what I saw. What was I supposed to say to that? This time, however, I was actually afraid.

Darren must sense my reluctance, as he bends to help my jeans rid themselves of my now still legs, frozen in fear and awe. It’s like a train wreck. A lovely, large, beautiful, scary train wreck. He gets to his knees, and taps my ankles. I remove them from my pants, and he starts kissing his way up. First my ankles, my knees, where he lingers on my thighs, his hands going up the back of my legs as he works me over. He must see the wetness through my white cotton panties because I can feel his smile against my skin. Is this normal? So much moisture there? I’m guessing there is no cause for alarm. It feels good. It can’t be wrong when it feels this good right?

He then puts his mouth on my nipple, lashing his tongue slowly around and around the sensitive flesh. Using his fingers, he squeezes them in turn, taking steps to pay attention to each one. My breathing quickens. I let out a small groan. He really has a talented mouth. I start to imagine what else it can do when he stands up and we are now face to face. “You are so sweet. I can’t wait to taste you.”

His words are as seductive as his movements. He pushes me backwards so I am flush against the backs of my knees to the edge of my bed. He lightly pushes me down as he stretches out on top of me. He peppers me  with small, featherlight kisses all over my face, neck, ears and collar bone. My body tense, he asks me, “Is this your first time?”

I’m startled out of my erotic daydream as I mutter, “N-no. But I’ve only had sex with one other person.” His eyebrows knit together and because I don’t know him that well, I can’t tell what he’s thinking. “Let me guess” he begins. “It wasn’t very memorable.” He understands. I give him a lopsided, apologetic smile with a one shoulder shrug. “Yeah.”

At that point he growls from the base of his throat. He grabs my panties and pulls them down. “I will always take care of you, Jayne. You will always have pleasure with me. If you don’t come, I don’t come.” With that, his mouth is on me, and I am startled into pleasure. Sensation sky rockets through me. I never knew how amazing that could feel. Jason never did this to me. He didn’t like the smell, he said. Did I ever tell you how charming he was? In remembering his comments, I tried closing my legs and backing up the bed, even though it was the very last thing I wanted to do. Apparently that wasn’t going to happen anyway, as Darren grabbed my thighs and pulled. “Oh no. Open. You’re mine tonight, Jayne.”

Fuck it. He wouldn’t do this if he didn’t want to, right? I acquiesce to the immense pleasure he’s giving me. As he reaches my center with his tongue and finds the bundled nerves, he sucks them into his waiting mouth. The power of his mouth is like a pleasure vacuum, sucking me into a world of orgasmic bliss. I spiral, out of this world, literally, quickly, seeing white streaks with spots behind my eyes. I don’t realize I am moaning until I start to come down from my tower of bliss. I have a sheen of sweat on me, and Darren is still there, still between my legs, licking me in long, leisurely swipes of his magnificent tongue. “You taste divine. Mmm. Just lovely. You have a perfect pussy Jayne, don’t let any dickhead tell you different. Come here.” He says, his voice smooth as silk, pulling up to me as he yanks me down to his mouth. “Taste yourself. See what I mean.” Then he’s kissing me, hard, relenting, bruising almost. Taking complete and elite control over my senses yet again. I never knew something like that could be so erotic.

“I need you.” He simply says, after he’s done taking what he wants from my mouth. “I need to get a condom.” he says, pulling away a little to retrieve them. He pulls three from his pocket and I smile. “Three? Aren’t you ambitious.” He laughs. “They are connected in packs of 12. 3 seemed reasonable in comparison.” I smile, chuckling softly. Normally sex has been quick and a tad awkward. But not now. I feel at ease with Darren. Comfortable and ready.

He sits up, setting the task of putting on the condom and I can’t help again by staring at it. “Darren, your penis is huge, if you don’t mind me saying so. I’m worried, it won’t…you know.” He smiles again. Lord he’s a knockout. “Fit?” I nod swiftly. I’m glad he understands.

“Sweetness, it will be fine. You were made to stretch. I will go easy, I promise. It will feel good, don’t worry. Just lay back. I will take care of you.” He leans and kisses my nose. “I can’t wait to be inside you. My cock has been throbbing for you for weeks. I’ve been waiting so long it seems. You’re just so fucking sexy.” He’s still leaning into me as he speaks to erotically to me, all the while positioning his cock to my opening, which is drenched thanks to his skilled mouth.

He pushes a scorching hot inch inside me and it makes me suck in a breath. “Oh!” I breathe in, and out, trying to focus on the pleasure as he presses further. “Jesus Fuck” he exclaims as another few inches press further. I love how he talks. So sexy. “Almost there.” What? “Almost?” He smiles a wicked grin, as he adjusts his position and leans his hips into me further. It’s like a button is hit, a switch that was flipped. “Holy shit Darren. Oh my god” He pulls back, and pushes again. “Oh!” He starts a little faster. “That’s it. I’m hitting it, aren’t I?” I’m confused. “What? Hitting what?” He smiles again. I must look like an idiot to him. “Your G-spot sweetness. It’s. Right. There!” He pushes hard this time, surprisingly, I am ready for it, my ass coming off the bed to meet him. “Yes!” He continues his movements, relentless and unforgiving now. I find I am willing to meet him at every thrust. I start to feel the same cosmic pull as before and my body is primed and ready.

“Jayne.” He whispers. “Yes Darren…” I say in response. “Come. Now. For me. Do it, baby. Just let go.” And after he says this, he kisses me, pushing his lush tongue in my mouth yet again. I lose myself once more, and as I am riding high, on my ride of white streaks, I hear his growl above me. I open my eyes as he meets my gaze. He stills as he lets himself go now, allowing his body to have pleasure after he has given me so much. Our bodies hot to the touch, dripping from the exursion of our primal act, we breathe heavily, foreheads touching.

“Jayne” He says. Softly. Slowly.

Deep breathe.

“Yes.” I say, waiting for what he has to say.

“I think love you.”

It’s my turn to grin now.

“I think love you, too.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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