Powerful Word “Tantalizing”

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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.

Julia

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

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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.

Julia