Powerful Word “Whip”

This week, I’m pulling from a word from that could fall into many categories depending on how you use it. For this particular scene I’m using Whip as a Sex Powerful Word. Hope you enjoy this week’s post.

Remember let your imagination soar as you read.

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Scene is Adult Only (Age 18 and up)

M/M Audlt Content

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Whip

I ran my hand over the leather handle and flicked my wrist, sending the thong cracking. Michael arched perfectly, taking the first strike in silence. He would take all three the same way. He wanted every Dom who I’d invited to know I had the best Sub. He wanted their Subs to gain more respect for him.

I did have. No other Sub I’d seen could take three strikes from a bullwhip without their knees bending or crying out.

I kept the second and third strike the same strength, and he took. I made my way to Michael, ran my hand over his spine and the crack of his ass, before I uncuffed him. He went straight to his knees beside me.

I rested my hand in his hair and tugged as I said, “I present you my Sub, Michael. He has earned the ultimate gift from me. My collar.”

I took the solid gold, diamond studded collar. Michael smiled at it as he ran his finger over the small whip emblem I’d had engraved on the collar.

I slipped the collar around his neck, and locked it in place. Stepped back and nodded to our friends. There were claps and cheers for him and me, but my full attention was on the fact that Michael was nuzzling my thigh.

Michael knew how the small amount of affection would affect me. Considering I was already hard as a rock the small intimate attention had my cock pressing into the zipper of my black leather pants.

“Need me to take care of that, Sir?” Michael ran his hand over my bulging dick.

“It’s your job, isn’t it, boy?”

“Yes, sir. One I love.” Michael’s nipple fingers fluttered over the buttons of my jeans.

“Oh boy, a collaring and a show.” Timothy, my best friend shouted.

“What you say, boy?” Up for showing them why I collared you as mine, again.”

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Everyone have a wonderful Memorial Day.

Powerful Word “Defiance”

This week’s word was listed under the pep talk section. The word doesn’t automatically make me think of talking myself into doing something. There are many people out there who will do everything they can just to defy something they are told they can’t. For this reason alone, the word is very powerful. Going against the grain or what we are told can show us just what type of person we are. In my opinion, it goes right down to the root of who we are. Each person has to decide what is best for him or her in every situation. So, when you’re told not to do something and then defy it, the reasoning behind it can enlighten others to what you are truly capable of. This is how I came up with this week’s scene. I warn you it’s not an upbeat scene, but I think it shows this weeks word in a powerful way.

Sit back and let my imagination take you into the world where defiance wins.

Julia

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Scene is Adult Only (Age 18 and up)

M/M Audlt Content

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Defiance Wins

Ry pried my hands apart and tucked his fingers between mine. I tried to shake his hold lose, but he was dead set on keeping my hands separate. The reddened skinned told me why. I’d gotten lost in the memory of the last day I saw my mom and dad. We’d had a major fight about how I lived my life. It had always been a sore subject between us, but that day it was . . . the worse.

“Mr. Tatum,” a short guy, wearing a freshly pressed black suit offered me his hand. “I’m sorry for you loss.”

My loss? What a lame way to say death. My mom and dad had been ripped from this world way to earlier. Who was I kidding, they weren’t suppose to leave before we had made things right. They felt I defied them. I felt they betrayed me by not accepting who I was. Neither wanted to give an inch. Now there was no giving.

Ry took the man’s hand and said, “Blain’s still in shock. I’m Ry Kirkland, he’s asked me to help him make the arrangements.”

“Ah, yes. Mr. Kirkland, yes the Tatum’s lawyer told me to expect Mr. Tatum’s partner to be joining him.”

I’m not sure what sound I made, but it had Ry jerking his head towards me, and the suit-wearing guy taking a step back.

“Baby,” Ry lifted my chin and stared at me. “We knew to expected some issues, didn’t we?” I nodded at him. “This is just a road bump, like all the others we face for living our lives.”

“I’m sorry.” The suit-wearing guy cleared his throat. “I think my comment was misunderstood.”

“How so?” Ry stepped aside when I stood and wrapped my arm around his waist. More to ensure I stayed upright than anything else.

“The Tatum’s lawyer told me this, because I was to give Mr. Kirkland a sealed letter.” Suit-wearing guy moved to the desk behind us and spoke to the lady behind it.

The lady handed him an envelope and her rejoined us. “Mr. and Mrs. Tatum left this in their will. It in uncommon for me to deliver such items, but their lawyer insisted it was of the important to the arrangements.”

Ry took the letter and handed it to me. I shook my head and pushed the letter back at him. “It’s yours. You read it.”

I watched as Ry peeled the flap back and slid a yellow, legal pad style sheet of paper out. From the small, fine print I knew my dad had written the letter. From the two signatures on the bottom I knew they’d both partook in creating their message. I just hoped it wasn’t more devastating news. If it was, I might just defy them in the worst way. I wouldn’t, Ry wouldn’t let me. He’d bow out and let me burry my parents. I wasn’t so sure I could do so without him at my side. The rest of my parent’s family despised me for who I was. Dad’s side of the family had no qualms about calling me the vilest names. They all believed me to be the devil. Each one of them had ceased being my family the day I left in our right defiance of my father’s demand to marry a woman.

“Baby,” Ry took my hand and laid the paper down, “read what your parents has requested.”

I started to ask him why, but the thin line of tears on his face had me angry and curious. I quickly scanned the last wishes of my parents and as I read it a second time, my legs buckled. Ry caught me and pulled me into his chest. Sobs rippled from me. Grief. Pain. Love. Admiration. But above all was relief. Not at their deaths, but at them telling Ry they accepted him, they accepted me, and they wished for a copy of our commitment ceremony photo to be placed in their casket.

“Did you read it all?” Ry pulled me back so he could see my face.

I nodded and grinned. “They said I didn’t defy them. That they defined their responsibility to their son.”

Ry kissed my forehead and said, “Your defiance won them over, even if they couldn’t bring themselves to defy their parents to tell you personally.”

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Powerful Word “Victory”

Powerful words don’t only reach into the fear, sexual, or greedy areas of life. There are some powerful words that are uplifting, like todays word, Victory.

What a better way for us to be uplifted than to know we overcome a challenge, personal, physical, or mental. Whether it’s overcoming a challenge or defeating an opponent, it means you have something to celebrate.

So, today sit back and let me take your imagination on a little trip, giving myself a small victory. Enjoy this week’s scene.

Remember let your imagination soar when your read or write.

Julia

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Scene is Adult Only (Age 18 and up)

M/M Audlt Content

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Victory

I slammed the white envelope down, sending a wad of cash flowing across the table. Their actions were deplorable. Did they really think me cheap enough to cave to money?

“Damn it,” I kicked the bottom of the light blue couch.

“What the . . .” Ralph rushed around the corner, wearing nothing but a white towel, oh and saving cream. “Oh. Mark, baby, what’s wrong?”

Nothing now. The reason I put up with my parent’s relentless nagging stood in front of me. Ralph, a huge hearted man, with a God-like body. Not only did he have a set of abs, but his ten inch cock was a miracle worker.

“You ok - -” Ralph glanced down at the table and sniggered. “They thought buying you would work.”

“Yep. Pretty lame.” I latched a finger under the edge of Ralph’s towel and tugged him against me

“Mark! I’m still wet.” Ralph complained, but slid his arms around my waist.

“Then I’ll have a reason for you to undress me.” I claimed his lips, letting my tongue play along the roof of his mouth, before I sucked on his tongue.

Ralph groaned into my kiss and the slumped against me when I ended the kiss. “Damn, baby. What was that for?”

“Pre-celebration kiss.” I said and pressed my hard cock into his hip.

“What’s the celebration for?” Ralph pushed me back until I toppled over the back of the couch.

“Victory.” I yanked him over ontop of me.

“What kind?” Mark slipped his hands under my shirt.

“Best kind. I defeated my parents and got to keep a shit load of money.”

Mark froze, leaving my hands bound by shirt. “What’s that mean?”

“Their little trick to buy me backfired on their asses.” I wiggled my arms free and ran them down his back. “When they tried to pay me to leave your, sexy body, I told them they had two choices.”

Mark sat back on my legs and stared at me. There was a sparkle of encouragement and a bit of darkness in his sea green eyes. “What choices?”

“One grow up and accept I was going to be with the man I love, no matter what they say. Or two, I approach the tabloid camera man standing across the street taking shots of us on the patio.”

“You didn’t?” Mark trailed his fingers over my bare stomach.

“Did. They chose to let us live in peace and gave us the money as commitment gift.” The entire thing made the last two months, of continuous hassle, kind of funny. If only I’d thought to make such a threat earlier on.

“So you out played your parent’s game.” Mark tweaked my nipple. “Sure sounds like a reason for a Victory Fuck.”

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Powerful Word “Skyrocket”

Hi all,

Hope you all enjoyed the story Unraveled that was posted during the April A to Z Blogging Challenge. I've decided to spend one more month on the Powerful Words Scenes, so that's what we are back to this week.

This week’s word is listed as a Greed word. I can see how the word Skyrocket fits into this category. People tend to long for rapidly growing money. Yet, a hot love scene can ramp up your libido and other areas of your body as well. Let’s see what type of scene comes to mind with the word Skyrocket.

Have a great week and remember:

Let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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Scene is Adult Only (Age 18 and up)

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Skyrocketing Emotions

Bree’s mind drifted like a feather, which had been shot into the atmosphere. How in the world could one man fry her brain with soft, gentle touches? Each one skyrocketed her into another realm of reality. Too bad the only man who affected her in such a manner was a scumbag liar, who didn’t even care to lift one finger to help her avoid getting dragged off to jail like the everyday criminal he was.

Her mom had told her, over and over, that he’d end up destroying her life. Not to get attached to someone who wasn’t able to show emotions during a kiss. Her reply had been beyond lame. She had said, “Mom, he shows emotions when we touch, believe me.”

The comment had been a waste of time, because her super religious mother missed the point of her words. Might have been a good thing, such a comment would’ve led to a lecture on proper remarks.

“Watch your head,” a deep husky man said and helped her ease into the back of his police cruiser.

“You know I didn’t do anything.” Bree wondered how many times this officer had heard such a remark.

“Most likely not, but until we know for sure that you are who you and that you were only staying over at Mr. Tember’s house, we’ve got to take you in.”

“Who’s Mr. Tember?” Bree almost tipped to the side when she tried to move off a spring.

“The man you were snuggled up to.” The officer frowned. “You didn’t know his last name.”

“Yes, I did.” Her temper was now skyrocketing as high as Jac’s fingers had taken her earlier. “His name is Jac Tanner.”

The officer’s lifted eyebrow told Bree all she needed to know. She’d not only allowed herself to get involved with some criminal, but to be duped by him for months. Being locked in the backseat of the police cruiser might very well keep her ass out of jail. If she saw the jerk known as Jac Tanner she’d end up in jail for murdering his ass.

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Powerful Word “Wanton”

This will be the last Powerful word post. I may do more later on, but it’s only a couple of weeks before A to Z April Blogging Challenge so, next two weeks will be warm up post for 26 days of post.

Now not all powerful words have to be written in a sentence to make us feel or see them. Sometimes we just have to allude to them to demonstrate the powerfulness of a word. That’s what I hope to do with this weeks Powerful Word. Hope you all enjoy this weeks scene.

Remember let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia Matthews

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M/M Paranormal Adult Only Scene

(Age 18 and up)

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Dream Come True

“You going to stand there or enjoy me?” Ron kicked his shoes off while unbuttoning his shirt.

Sounded like a stupid ass question to Larry. There was no way he’d miss the opportunity to mate with his Alpha. It was a rarity for Alpha Ron to take anyone in his pack, specially a man. Everyone knew the man preferred a man, but few new he was a bottom. Alpha Ron would be viewed as weak. Ridicules idea, in Larry’s mind. Bottoming dind’t mean you were a lesser man. Were woman considered lesser because they were on their back or stomach for a man. Not in Larry’s eyes.

“Earth to Larry,” Alpha Ron ran a hand over his stomach. “You want me or not?”

Oh, Larry wanted him. His mouth watered to lick each rock hard muscle of Alpha Ron’s abs. His hands itched grip his hips as he thrust deep inside Ron’s ass.

“No question about it.” Larry gripped Alpha Ron’s arms and spun him around, pressing his throbbing cock against Alpha Ron’s ass. “How you want?”

Larry hoped Alpha Ron wanted it hard and rough, but if he wanted slow and easy he would accommodate him. If he played is cards right, he might even be asked back again.

“I . . .” Larry slipped his cock between Alpha Ron’s cheek. “Damn . . . Can’t think . . .” Larry slid his hand around and fist Alpha Ron’s cock. “Hard and fast.”

“Magic words, Alpha.” Larry pushed Alpha Ron onto his stomach just as a drop of precome dripped from the slit of his dick.

“Take me. Now.”

“Plan on.” Larry lined his head up with Alpha Ron’s entrance and with one thrust was balls deep inside his Alpha. It was a dream come true and he was going to make the best of his time with his Alpha.

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