Journey Series

Journey Series

Monday, February 23, 2015

Powerful Word “Plunge”

This week’s word is powerful because it can be used to describe many different scenes. The little scene below leans more towards the lustful side, but the word can also take a person down a serious path, even carry someone’s mind towards the dangerous side. Hope you enjoy the snippet.

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Scene is Adult Only (Age 18 and up)
Scene Contains M/M Content.
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Ultimate Plunge

Rocky sat behind his stirring where wondering why in the world he had left the party. If he had stayed him and Dallas sure would’ve hooked up.

Rocky slapped the stirring wheel and said, “You are one stupid son-of-a-bitch, Rocky Allen Slate.”

Insane as well, instead of sitting in this damn car you should be making a U-Turn and driving right back to claim your man.

A car was blaring towards him, four-way flasher going, horn blaring, flickering his headlights. “What the hell!”

Rocky hit the gas soon as the light changed and pulled onto the edge of the road. He expected the car to pass him by, but it pulled in behind him. What was he suppose to do, get out, pull back onto the road, or wait and see what was going on. Shit if he knew, which is probably why he sat there and watched as someone got out of the car.

“Fuck,” Rocky mumbled and fumbled with the car door. He was out and at the end of his car by the time Dallas’ long, muscular legs got him there.

“You are one sorry, sexy as hell, man.” Dallas poked Rocky in the chest, unbalancing him. “Do you have any balls or are they as hidden as your courage.” Dallas shoved Rocky against the truck of his car, pressing his hard, firm body into him. “What does a man have to do to get your damn attention, shout it to the mother fucking world?”

Rocky wanted to move. Hell, he told himself to react, even if it was toss a punch at the man he’d dreamed of plunging his cock into over and over, but all he could do was stand there and gawk like some dumb person.

Dallas cupped his chin with his left hand and used the other one to cup his balls.

“God,” Rocky groaned and licked his lips.

“There’s that sexy little tongue I’ve dreamed of feeling.” Dallas jutted his hips forward. “Do you have any idea of the fantasies I’ve had about you? Do you know how much restraint it is taking me right this minute not to rip your clothes off and fuck you right here and right now.”

“Please,” Rocky rubbed his jean-clad cock against Dallas’ hip.

“Not here. Your place or mine, so I can take my sweet time exploring your hot body.” Dallas closed his lips over his for a brief moment then said, “Then you can plow that big monster of yours deep inside my ass until I’m begging for mercy.”

Rocky shook the lustful cobwebs from his head and wrapped his arm around Dallas’ waist and let his hand slid over his ass. He gave him a gently little pat on the ass and said, “Your place or mine?”

“Lead the way,” Dallas backed away and Rocky scurried into his car.
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Hope you enjoyed this week’s post. These Powerful Words posts will continue on through most of March. Then it’ll be time for the A to Z April Blogging Challenge.

Everyone have a great week and remember,
Let your imagination soar when you read or write.

Monday, February 16, 2015

Powerful Word “Naughty”

This week I chose another Lust related term, but the scene that came to mind doesn’t really show a sensual side, it implies, might even allow your imagination to roam free a bit, or I hope it does. (Funny how words or names can imply more than we even realize.)

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Scene is Adult Only (Age 18 and up)
Some mention of F/F
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Naughty The Dancer
Betsy rolled her eyes at the blue-haired man leaning against her car door, who had the gal to stroke himself while motioning for her to kneel in front of him. She wanted to reach up and deck the man. Her stage name may be Naughty, but she wouldn’t ever get naughty with a crass man. Hell, men didn’t even get a second glance from her. It’s how come she had no qualms about being a pole dancer in such a rank dive. Plus, raunchy, old, rich men didn’t approach her like the waste of space man blocking her path.

“Come on, Naughty, you know you want a round with me.” Blue-haired man unsnapped his pants.

“Cheep ass boss,” Betsy mumbled under her breath, while digging inside her handbag for the pepper spray. Joan was going to be tickled pink if she used the spray. Not because she had to defend herself, but because she’d point blank told her it would be needed since her boss had fired all the bouncers.

“Come give me some relief, you’ve had me worked up all night long.” Blue-haired man shoved his jeans down around his hips.

“You ain’t my type.” Betsy hoped she could convince the jerkwad to leave. She really didn’t want to hear Joan gloat and fuss at her chosen profession.

“What you don’t like big dicks?” Blue-haired guy asked and stoked his prick.

“Nope.” Betsy wondered what he was calling big. Joan had toys bigger than his little guy. “Listen, zip it and get. Not interested in you or any man.”

“What you saying, you’d take pussy over a hard dick?” Blue-haired man lifted an eyebrow.

“Sure do. Now, zip it and get.” Betsy waited a couple of seconds, hoping like hell the man took her advice, but when he remained still she moved a step closer, lifted the pepper spray and said, “Move or your eyes and your short dick will be hurting.”

“Hey, no need to insult a man. All you had to do was tell me no.” Blue-haired guy yanked his jeans up and strutted away like it was any other day.

Betsy popped her neck and waited until the Blue-haired guy reached the club entrance before opening her car door. She flopped behind the wheel and groaned.

“Men are such imbecilic. No wonder I prefer boobs over dicks.” Betsy cranked up and grinned. Joan wouldn’t be able to gloat. She’d gotten rid of the fool without using her spray. It might have been in her hand, but she’d avoided using it. 

Hope you enjoyed this week’s scene. There’ll be another one next week. Everyone have a great week and remember:

Let your imagination soar when you read.


Monday, February 9, 2015

Powerful Word “Tantalizing”


Hope all had a great week and weekend. To start your new week off with a bang, I've chosen to switch gears from "Fear" to an area that pretty much drives a romance novel, “Lust”. There’s lots of words I could chose from, but today I went with a word that means torment or tease until the senses are excited, tantalizing.

There are many ways one can tantalize another person until their body is ready to explode. It’s not only fun for the one receiving such wonderful torment, but also the one giving. Hopefully, this snippet of a story will show what I mean.

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Scene is Adult Only (Age 18 and up)
Scene Contains BDSM Aspects and M/M Content.
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New Experiment

Jon tested the hold of the ropes around his legs and arms. He’d never thought bondage would be a major turn on, but the moment Douglass tightened the ropes around his wrist his cock had swelled so big it curved towards his body.

“Mmm . . .” Douglas softly traced the contours of his chest with a feather. Little chill bumps formed in the wake of the tender, sensual touch. “You truly are scrumptious.”

Jon was speechless, all he could do was watch the feather tease his body and pray that Douglass didn’t stop.

“Does my Jon want me to stop?” Douglass said against his ear.

“No, please, no.” Jon whined as Douglass tossed the feather aside.

“I’m not sure I like this game as much as I thought I would.” Douglass propped himself against the wall and scanned him from head to toe. “Your body sure seems . . . uh . . . fonder of the game than you did earlier.”

Douglass’ smirk told Jon how much his lover was enjoying tormenting and teasing him. Jon guessed he deserved it. When Douglass had asked to tie him up, Jon had all but ran screaming from the house. It had taken Douglass three hours of sweet nothings, and a promise of them taking a ten-day vacation, of his choice, to get Jon to agree for what he now viewed as pure joy. Funny how what one saw as scary can actually be a bit tantalizing.

“You’ve earned your reward,” Douglass pushed away from the wall and stalked towards him. “I’ll untie you.”

Jon tried to jerk his hand away from Douglass, but the chains prevented him from doing so.

“What, you don’t want the fun to stop?” Douglass chuckled and pressed his body into his. “Knew you’d enjoy being at my mercy.”

Boy did he, but there was no amount of money in the world that would have Jon agreeing with his lover. It would give the man a much bigger head than he already had. So, he simply stayed quiet and let Douglass teach him a new experience.
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Hope you enjoyed this week’s scene. There be another one next week. Everyone have a great week and remember:

Let your imagination soar when you read.


Monday, February 2, 2015

Powerful Word “Pummel”

This week I chose the word “Pummel”. When I looked it up I got the definition of striking repeatedly. Hearing the definition gave me loads of pictures from my childhood. Okay, I was the neighborhood girl who thought she could beat the crap out of all the boys. Thankfully, or not so thankfully, they were taught to not hit little girls, which only ticked me off, because I swore I could take every one of them down. I usually did, but I’m not sure how many let me or if I truly bested them. Didn’t matter to me then, but now I find it kind of funny, which is where this week’s little scene came from.

Goader the Tomboy

Joan ducked the lose fist that flew her way with ease. Her last punch must have really gotten to her opponent. All his other jabs had enough strength behind them that when they passed by her head she felt a breeze. Looked like their match would be ending soon and if she was going to live up to her rep she needed to goad this man into charging her.

“You truly are weak,” she yelled, wondering what her opponent’s name was.

She never paid much attention names, especially if a shitload of money rested on the match. All she cared about was pummeling his face, until she could provoke him enough to charge, allowing her to use his momentum to flip and pin him.

“Won’t work, Goader.” The man shouted back, sending a splatter of blood onto the mat.

Joan curled her lip at the dark red spot and tossed another hard uppercut. It connected and someone form the crowd shouted, “Don’t let this bitch take you out, Jarhead.” She’d have to thank the guy for giving her the information she needed to sucker this guy into her trap.

“Jarhead, what kind of name is that?” she said and let drive with her fist. She stepped back as Jarhead returned her blow.

“A name that’s going to end the Goader’s undefeated streak.”

“How so, by using a glass head. Yours sure look like a glass jar, maybe even a . . .”

Joan wanted to shout for victory when Jarhead lowered his shoulder and charged her. The crowd went wild shouting and cheering. She heard a couple even curse her and Jarhead for allowing her baiting to entice him into doing exactly what she’d wanted. After she flipped him hard enough he lost his breath she gave him a couple of hard shots to the abs and then got him in a submission move. He tapped quicker than she expected. Made her wonder if she really jarred something lose inside his head.

Hope all has an amazing week and remember,
Let your imagination soar as you read and write.