Love Out Of Lust Series

Friday, May 31, 2013

Flash Fiction Friday - 05/31/2013

And yes, it's time for another segment of Flash Fiction Friday, where authors post a snippet in 100 words, from a chosen pic from the event.

Here we go...


“Wow, what an erotic picture!” Tyler commented. He looked around the display of erotic images in the art gallery in Portland, and he was among friends; Stacy, Lisa, Jiro and Darla.

“That would’ve been a dead cat if that was me,” Jiro added with a short snicker.

“Oh come on. You’d enjoy getting that kind of pussy too.” Stacy tapped Jiro on his chest with her hand.

“Stacy,” Lisa blushed, yet she couldn’t help but laugh. She noticed Darla looking into the photo. “Darla?”

Darla looked at the photo and then commented, “I’m getting turned on looking at this painting.”


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Thursday, May 30, 2013

Thursday Thrills - 05/30/2013



Hi, it's time for another weekly segment of Thursday Thrills, where authors post a thrilling snippet between 100 - 1000 off a picture provided from the event.

Here's what I have in store for you.

Darla and Tyler escape the city to a vineyard for wine-tasting, but Darla discovers something more than just wine-tasting.


Darla and Tyler decided to get out of Portland, and ride through the countryside of Washington to a cottage vineyard, where they were hosting a wine tasting event. When they arrived, they’ve mingled with every visitor in the event, and got to sample on the cheese, that was freshly cut on the cheeseboard, and several glasses of wine, ranging from Cabernet to Chardonnay – the most common wines in the vineyard.

“This was a good idea from you, taking me to a wine tasting event.” Darla grinned as she finished the last of the Cabernet Sauvignon. Free sample of food and wine.”

“I knew you would love it,” Tyler twirled his glass as he got a whiff of the Merlot which infused his senses. “I just got to be careful. I don’t want to get tipsed, driving on the way back home.”

“Yeah, I know.” She set her glass down on the table, and gives him a kiss. “I’ll be right back, I have to pee.”

Darla stepped inside the cottage, bypassing the strangers that socialized with each other. She walked down the hall and found the bathroom, which probably seemed like an endeavor to get to the bathroom; Darla really needed to go. Just as she entered the bathroom, she was taken by surprise when she saw a young, good-looking couple sitting on the toilet together. It was obvious they were having sex. The young man had his pants down to his ankles, and the woman had her skirt hiked up, sitting in a reverse-cowgirl position.

The two froze. Darla quickly noticed what she walked into; her face nearly turning red as she stepped away closing the door in front of her when she said, “My bad, I noticed the door was unlocked.”



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Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Tantalizing Tuesday Teasers - 05/28/2013


Hey, what's up? Hiyadoin?
Here it is, another segment of Tantalizing Tuesdays, where authors post snippets of 200 words, from their most tantalizing pic.


Sandy was being rocked by two men on the beach. She felt both their rods fulfill her body as she balanced herself between them. The man she was on top of was a cute young man with short blond hair. His thrusts were so rapid, she uttered out the most feminine noises ever. Her pleasure was even intensified by a middle-aged man that his cock buried in her ass, leaving Sandy totally lost in her passions.

Thankfully, she was having sex with two men in the isolated part of the beach, but her isolation didn’t last long. She heard strange noises from a distance, but the sound grew louder and annoying. Sandy didn’t want to be interrupted, she wanted to get fucked by these two men until she felt their cum. But despite the noise, the men kept pumping her with their cocks.  But she realized it was just a dream, when she awoke the beeping sound of her alarm clock. She looked to her right and noticed the time showing seven thirty a.m.


Sandy groaned and reached over to turn off the alarm clock. She was really disappointed, being interrupted from her dream. It’s too bad she has to go to work.


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Saturday, May 25, 2013

Saturday AfterDark Moments - 05/25/2013


What's up? Hiyadoin?

It's time for Saturday AfterDark Moments, where authors post a snippet anywhere between 100 - 500 words. Here's what I have for you.


Jake was having a hard time to decide which one to chose. He was attracted to both women, and they were fighting over him. It was hard to decide which one he was going to go with. He had his choice between Natasha, the brunette with the bad-girl personality, or the sweet and sassy with light brown hair, Samantha. He knew they were both friends, yet, fighting over him. He wasn’t sure if they were playing a game, or being for real; they joked about sleeping him together to see which one was better. He didn’t think this would’ve actually happened.

Natasha managed the hotel, and booked a room for Samantha and Jake to come. Samantha was there before Jake arrived. When he arrived, he didn’t expect two sexy, beautiful women in their sexiest lingerie. Natasha wore nothing but a pair of black stockings, while Samantha wore a pair of stockings with garters straps to her crotchless stockings. These beauties had him out of his clothes in no time. Did he just died and gone to heaven with them?

They had him sit atop of the Jacuzzi tub, with his dick standing at full attention as they shared each side of his nutsack.

Their tongues were soft, wet, and pleasurable. They had his balls tense with absolute full pleasure, and then the two stop – what happened? He looked down and saw Natasha and Samantha making out, while Samantha held a firm grip on his shaft. And from the view down there, it was purely erotic for them. Jake was entertained at their lascivious intent.

And when he thought things were getting better, Natasha told him, “Jake, by the end of this you’ll have to decide which one you want to be with.”

“You’re kidding, really?” His heart pounded. His thoughts ran quickly as he couldn’t decide which one he wanted in the end.

“No, we’re serious.” Samantha said with a look of determination.


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Friday, May 24, 2013

Flash Fiction Friday - 05/24/2013

Hey, what's up? It's been a long time since I've done a Flash Fiction Friday, but what the hell, I might as well post something since I miss you guys.
 
Here something I can post in 100 words.
 
 
 
“I swear, Bruce, I never told her about the bet.” Tyler persuaded, insisting he never done anything wrong.
 
“Bullshit!” Bruce snared back. “You probably told her about the bet that she couldn’t watch the show.”
 
“Nope, I swear,” he denied. “She actually liked watching the show. I never put her up to it.”
 
Darla passed by Bruce’s office and imitated a British accent in front of Tyler and Bruce “It was rather smashing! Bruce, you should thank your secretary about the bet.”
 
Bruce gave a look to his secretary, who returned a frozen expression. What else did his secretary told Darla?

 
 
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Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Tantalizing Tuesday Teasers - 05/21/2013


It's been a long time since I've been on here. I mean guess who's back from the dead and coming out with his Tantalizing Tuesday Teaser?

Well, I want to show some support for my fellow authors and I truly miss you guys. So, I'm going to go ahead to post a naughty teaser snippet for you guys and I hope you all enjoy.



“Mrs. Chu!” Jeremy bulged his eyes out at what he couldn’t believe seeing – Mrs. Chu was completely naked, her body was perfectly proportioned with curves and angles that he couldn’t help noticing – her ass.

“Oh god, don’t act so surprised. I saw how you noticed me.” She gave a sensual, wicked grin. “And please, call me Jenny. We’ve been neighbors for a long time.”

“Yes, but I don’t think it’s –”

She walked over to him, fully naked, dropping her negligee on the floor as she tapped her finger on her lips. “Don’t worry, he told you to look after me, while he was away on his business trip.”

Jeremy gave a dumfounded look. “Huh?”

Mrs. Chu’s twinkled at his reaction. “You’re so cute! Come upstairs and take a shower with me.”

“A shower?” His heart pounded with an instinct of uneasiness. He knew it was wrong to mess around his neighbor’s wife. He’d fantasized about her, and admired her body, but was this for real? “Mrs. Chu,” He shook his head quickly. “I mean Jenny.”

She kissed him again, pressing her lips hard as she placed her under his pants, feeling his hardened cock. “You’re telling me no, but saying otherwise.”


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Thursday Thrills - 05/23/2013


Welcome to another segment of Thursday Thrills, where author post a snippet, anywhere between 100 - 1000 words. 

Here is what I have in store for you. 

I'm on a weekend getaway, so I'm posting mine two day early to enjoy my half-time.
It involves my character -- Darla. 

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Darla and Lisa were in the Estella’s break room eating their lunch. They talked and joked about a few things going at work, when a young man with dark hair and green eyes stepped inside the break room.

Darla knew the man – Andres, from marketing. She waved, “Hey Andres, how’s it going?”

Andres replied in a Castilian accent, “Oh, I’m doing well. You know Estelle’s going to have a new model for the men’s clothing line.”

“Really,” Lisa gave a look of interest. “Who?”

“It’s my cousin. He’s coming from Spain. He models for some of the major brands like Dolce and Gabanna, Tommy Hilfiger, and Prada.”

Darla and Lisa were impressed about this man. Lisa asked, “And he’s coming to Portland?”

Andres went into the fridge to take out his lunch, before setting it on the counter to open the microwave. “Yes, he’ll be modeling for Estelle’s men’s clothing line.”

“Do you have a picture of your cousin?” Lisa asked.

“I do.” He went into his smart phone. “It’s on his webpage too.”

He opened up the webpage and showed them the picture of his cousin. A young man with dark hair, with black speedos underwear, and his shirt lifted over his neck to reveal his sculpted body. Andres’s cousin was young, but had an attractive body that would have the women in Portland melt with absolute desire.

“Wow, pretty impressive.” Darla responded.

“Oh my god,” Lisa drooled over the photo shots of the male model. “He’s so hot! What is his name?”

“Hermalindo,” Andres replied.

“What a beautiful name.” Lisa compliment as she took a bite of her lunch. She set the fork down. “Is he single?”

“Yes, but –”

Lisa jumped in. “Oooh, perfect! I’d like to meet him.”

“No no…” Andres replied. “My cousin, he’s not into women; he’s gay.”

“Dammit, it’s always the good-looking ones that are gay.” Darla frowned.

“I know, that really sucks,” Lisa gave a hopeless expression.


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Saturday, May 18, 2013

Saturday's AfterDark Moments - 05/18/2013

 
Hiyadoin? It's time for another segment of Saturday's AfterDark Momments.
Where authors post a snippet anywhere between 100 - 500 words.
 
In this segment, here's what I got.
 
It's a short and sweet segment; very erotic.
 
 
 
 
Ryanna closed her eyes and kissed Dave with soft, sensual kisses. She ran her fingers up and down his back, in return, feeling his hand run across her soft, dirty blonde hair and her arms. Her kisses grew passionate. She placed her hand on his neck to pull his kisses further into her mouth, moving her tongue along with his. A twinge began to build inside her body, letting herself go for whatever may come.
 
Then, she felt Dave’s hands run across her body, along the sides of her curves. She felt herself being lifted up and placed on the counter. His calloused hands were placed on her thighs when she felt herself being pulled closer to his body, as she watched him insert his cock inside her anxious center.
 
She let off a gasp. He was warm and ready for her. She wanted to move along with his thrusts, but she couldn’t since she was sitting on the counter, being pummeled by his cock.
 
He was sensational, but he took his time to make her feel that way. She placed her hand on his ass, and dug her nails into his cheeks, whispering out, “Harder… harder…”
 
 
 
 
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Friday, May 17, 2013

Love Out Of Lust - Part One

This is a short story series that I came out with. In this short story, two best best friends, Daryl and Marisol, in a moment of weakness risk their friendship to have sex with each other.


Edited by: Stacy A.
Copywritten by Ray Sostre 2013.



Marisol entered the two bedroom apartment, and slammed the door hard. She stormed passed Daryl, who was sitting in the living room watching TV. It startled him. She didn’t want to face Daryl, in fact, halfway past her bedroom, he overheard her sobbing.

 

“Mari, what’s wrong?” Daryl asked.



“Just leave me alone! I don’t feel like talking!” Marisol cried, just before she slammed the door of her bedroom.

 

Daryl was concerned for her, but he respected her wishes. He knew she’d been through a lot. She had a terrible year. Her brother was killed in a car accident in the beginning of the year, and her mother died just a few days before Christmas of a massive heart attack. She stayed with Daryl, since she couldn’t afford an apartment on her own. She was fortunate to have a friend like Daryl, but he wished she would tell him what her problem was. She’s sobbing, and the only the he could think was she had issues with her boyfriend.

 

Daryl didn’t like her boyfriend. He was a typical piece of shit, always criticizing her for what she wore and what she did; always telling her who she could hang out with, and if she didn’t act right in front of him. She’d get belittled. You’d think a little sensitivity would be great since she lost her brother and mother in the same year?

 

Daryl got up from the sofa and walked down the hall to knock on her door and talk to her. He was concerned, and willing to listen to whatever she ranted about. He leaned by her door, and thought about knocking, but he figured it was best to leave her alone, so she could cool off.

 

But just before he returned to the living room, he overheard her scream behind her bedroom door. “I fucking hate men!”

 

 

*****

 

A couple of hours have passed, and Daryl was in the living room, drinking a glass of Crown and Water. It was his favorite moment when he started off his weekend from work, doing nothing but having some drinks and staying home. He was a mature man in his mid twenties; twenty-six. He was a tall, dark and handsome, yet a single man that should be out there looking for women, but he wasn’t interested in meeting them. He was recently divorced, and he wasn’t looking for a relationship with another woman. He, in fact, was happy with being alone. He tried hard not to think about it – being lonely, but he liked it so far.

 

He remained on the sofa, flicking through channels for something interesting to watch, while sipping his large cup of Crown and Water. The buzz was beginning to hit him well, and the show he was watching was a simple drama that had him glued to the set.

 

He heard Marisol’s door open and then footsteps. He was so busy, and into the TV Show, he didn’t pay attention to what that she was wearing, a dark blue robe. And the only thing that held her robe was the strap that wrapped around her curves. She sat next to him, but at the other end of the couch. She had a sad look. Daryl knew what happened to her. It was probably her boyfriend who embarrassed her in front of her friends; it wasn’t the first time. Daryl had met her boyfriend before and the two didn’t like each other. Perhaps, because Marisol would rather live with Daryl than to live with her boyfriend; it was too complicated to explain the reasons.

 

She reached over the wooden coffee table and grabbed his bottle of Crown Royal. She opened the bottle and took a sip, in fact a big sip, and set it back down on the coffee table. Daryl looked at her in disbelief. When did she start drinking?

 

She gave a harsh look in reaction to taking a swig from the bottle, but the flavor somehow evened out, and Marisol looked back at Daryl.

 

Okay, so she needed a drink. It’s obvious something was wrong. Now, I just need to hear her story; so spill it.

 

“You know, other than you, I really hate fucking men.” Marisol vented with her most bitter tone. “I finally broke up with my boyfriend. He was nothing more than a fucking loser.”

 

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Was all he could say; He knew what the problem was, but continued to listen to her vent.

 

“Jose and I were at McDonald’s along with some friends, and he belittled me, saying that I was an ugly-ass bitch.” She rose up her finger. “First of all, I don’t like being called that; second, he had the nerve to embarrass me in front of my friends, just because we were joking around with him.”

 

“He was bad news from the start.”

 

“I should’ve never taken him back.” She almost sobbed. “He had the nerve to say that when he first got with me I wasn’t pretty at all. I was someone who’d he wanted to give a chance, because he felt bad for me.”

 

What a fucking asshole! Daryl shook his head.

 

“I just threw the finger at him and walked away.” She took a long deep breath. “I knew if I’d stayed at McDonald’s a little longer. I probably would have thrown my soda at him, but at least I told him about his size being smaller than his ego.”

 

Daryl snickered. At least Marisol got her last licks in. “There are better men than him. Fuck him, you don’t need him.”

 

“You know what, I don’t.” She giggled, “And I’m beginning to like this drink. The Crown Royal is beginning to sit well with me. I like the buzz.”

 

“I thought you didn’t like it?” Daryl glared at her with the third degree look.

 

“I don’t give a fuck. I needed something strong.” She reached over and grabbed the bottle off the wooden coffee table, twisting open the cap, and taking another swig of it. “Can I ask you a question?”

 

“Sure.”

 

“Do you think you think I’m pretty?”

 

Was this a trick question? It seemed what Jose said at McDonald’s has affected her. Marisol was, of course, pretty, but even more she had a beautiful body. She was no goddess, like a model fresh off the cover of the magazine, but of course she was pretty. She had long dark hair, with brown eyes, and a nice olive skin complexion. And now that he’d noticed it, she had nice perky breasts and an amazing ass. He’d grown up with her and her brother, but she was at least four year younger than him. And when they met, she was in the elementary school, while he was in high school with her older brother who had passed away.

 

Daryl never looked at her that way; she was more like family. He had no brothers or sisters; he was the only child, but their relationship was somewhat like a brother and sister, even though Marisol had an older brother she’d looked up to. He’d never noticed her until now.

 

“You’re a very beautiful woman.” Daryl responded with a look, realizing her beauty. He noticed a nice cleavage underneath her robe, and emphasized the fact by looking over. “And you’re a sexy momma.” He chuckled, after noticing her smile. “Look, there is nothing wrong with you Mari. Don’t let that asshole get to you. He’s only being that way because he’s ugly inside.”

 

“You’re right. You know, my mom was right about you. You’re a great listener and a great guy. Look, you’ve been divorced for almost a year, why aren’t you out there meeting women and shit at the clubs?”

 

He shrugged, and then joked. “I don’t know. I guess I don’t want to meet another ex-wife in the future.”

 

“You didn’t deserve what that bitch did to you. At least, I wouldn’t do that to you...” She realized what she said sounded awkward, she rephrased. “Well, that’s if I had a man just like you... You know what I’m saying?”

 

He chuckled, knowing what she meant, but nodded. “Yeah, I know what you meant.”

 

Daryl was married to his high school sweetheart until he divorced her almost a year ago. He was coming home from work early, when he caught her in bed, with another man he knew – his boss. Daryl came through paying the bills, always listened to her nag and complained over the slightest things. His ex-wife even bitched at him for staying out late with Hector, drinking. But to catch his wife sleeping around with his boss was a pure contradiction. He didn’t need her anymore; he divorced her and then quit his job. Although, he didn’t need to be reminded of that, but he understood what Marisol meant.

 

“I don’t want to be in a relationship anymore; not for a long time at least.”

 

He raised his glass. “Ditto.”

 

“You know what, I actually like Crown Royal.” She grabbed the bottle again and took another swig. This time she gave a harsh look from the taste of the liquor. “I see why you like it with water.”

 

“It’ll get you fucked up if you drink it straight.”

 

“I don’t care. I kind of want to get over it.” She sipped the bottle, this time lightly, so she could get used to the harshness of Canadian Whisky. “You know, I just wish to be in a relationship where I don’t have to have any feelings hurt. Forget this bullshit about commitment. I don’t want to be committed to a relationship. I just want to have someone to talk to and fuck every now and then.”

 

“Like a sexual relationship?”

 

“Yeah, but it’s too bad, because there’s just feelings involved after that.” She set the bottle on the table. “I mean I just want someone that’s available for a booty call, and that’s all.”

 

“Now you’re starting to sound like a guy.” He raised his eyebrow.

 

“I may, but don’t tell me you never thought of it.”

 

“I had, but I haven’t found someone who’d thought of it like you.”

 

“Come on. When was the last time you’ve had sex?”

 

Daryl paused. He knew it’s been a while since he had sex. He was suddenly growing hard under his sweatpants. It was a feeling he couldn’t control, just thinking about it. Then again, he hadn’t had sex with his ex-wife for quite a long time; more than a year. Every time he’d wanted to have sex, his wife would turn him down, telling him she didn’t feel well or she had a migraine. If he’d known her excuses were the result of having an affair, he’d started fucking around behind her back a long time ago. But he looked at Marisol, and remembered that he had to answer her question.

 

“A very long time,” he exhaled a sigh and then looked at her with admittance. “I’ve masturbated more than I’ve gotten some.” He pointed her out. “You’ve probably had more than I had.”

 

She shook her head, admitting the most shocking truth. “No, I’ve only had sex twice with one guy. He was my first.”

 

He gave a look of shock. “Really?”

 

She shook her head. “Yeppers! I was with some guys after high school, but I never had sex with them. You know, I wanted it to be serious, maybe save myself for the right guy, and get married. But I realized that life’s too short, I just want to fuck first.”

 

Daryl couldn’t believe what he was hearing. There was something about Marisol, he becoming attracted to – her openness about her sexuality, but was she for real?

 

“Can I be honest with you?” Marisol asked.

 

“What’s that?”

 

“I too have masturbated more than I’ve had sex. So don’t feel bad.”

 

He sighed with a slight frown go ahead rub it in, but wondered what’d she looked like if she masturbated? He’s heard her a few times, and now here they were sharing their most intimate moments about themselves. He was turned on, and he wondered if she felt turned on about it too. To add to it, what was she really wearing underneath her robe?

 

However, he played it off. “I’d never thought you’d masturbate.”

 

“I have ever since I was twelve; I experience my first orgasm at that time. I even keep my toys in my bedroom.”

 

“So that explained the strange sounds coming from the other room,” he joked.

 

Marisol reached over and tapped his leg, laughing. “Shut up. You act like you’ve been quiet, when I can hear you play porn in your bedroom.”

 

“Oh, but you’re louder.”

 

“No I’m not... am I?”

 

“I’ve heard you moan, but never bugged you about it.”

 

“Am I really that loud?” She asked with a sense of insecurity.

 

 

“Yes, you’re that loud.” He emphasized the meaning. “Here’s how. Just a week ago, I heard you moaning out of pleasure. At first, I thought you had someone in your bedroom, but realized it was just you alone. I heard something buzzing from your bedroom, and that sucker was really loud. Then I heard your screams. You suck at muffling them, especially when I’m trying to sleep.”

 

Her face reddened. She somehow remembered that night. “Oh my god, I didn’t know I was that loud.”

 

“You were. I heard you masturbate all through the night, I...” he paused, wondering if he should admit what he did.

 

“You what? Tell me,” she pushed.

 

“Nah, nothing.”

 

Her eyes widened in reaction. “Wait a minute, you masturbated to me masturbating?’

 

He gave an uncomfortable expression, but his looks were a dead giveaway to Marisol. He looked at her reaction, and wondered if it was a good thing or bad thing. Daryl did masturbate thinking about her; he blushed in front of her as he finally admitted to it. “I’m sorry.”

 

“No, don’t be. I’ve masturbated thinking about you too. In fact, twice, once recently.”

 

Daryl couldn’t think of what else to say, except he was flattered she had lustful thoughts of him. When he masturbated to her, he was listening to her erotic sounds behind closed doors, but what was on her mind when she was masturbating to him?

 

“Can I make a confession? The first time I masturbated to you was when I was young. I saw you naked, taking a shower, when me and a few girls snuck in the men’s locker room to watch you guys shower, and there you were I saw you. For some reason, I wanted to watch you shower all day long, but it was too bad one of the guys caught us.”

 

He couldn’t respond, but her confessions were turning him on. His hardness was beginning to bulge out from his sweatpants. He was stiffer than ever, hearing her lustful thoughts.

 

She noticed his expression and laughed. “Don’t be so shy. I mean say something!”

 

He gave her his most wanton look. “I honestly don’t know whether I should feel turned on or change the subject.”

 

“To be honest with you, I’m really turned on just thinking about it.”

 

“You only had sex with one guy?” he asked.

 

“Yeah,” she nodded. Then she shook her head. “We’ve been friends for so long, and I can’t believe I’m confessing my sexual fantasies to you.” Her heart beat with an adrenaline like never before. She began to lick her lips and a lustful thought began to loom about him. “I’m sorry, but I’ve wanted to kiss you. It’s been something that I need to get off my mind.”

 

Daryl could feel his cock ache and throb with torment. He knew what’d happened if they kissed. He could feel his heart punch through the walls of his chest. The more he looked, the more he was suddenly attracted to her. He’d never looked at her that way... until now.

It was just years ago, when he first met her, she was this tomboy, flat-chest ten year-old that was just developing into a woman. Now, here she was, a beautiful twenty two year-old that had bloomed into a voluptuous figure, and by god she had such goods under the sexy robe she wore.

 

“Me too.” he responded.

 

He stood up and waited for Marisol to get up and kiss him. Despite the anticipation, he couldn’t help his cock from sticking out of his sweatpants. He was quite big and impressive. Marisol had a smile of approval.

 

She kissed him. It was a nice small peck he felt from her lips. Her lips felt soft and luscious. His hard-on remained painfully stiff. Then, without warning, he felt her hand on his cock. “You feel really nice...” She caressed his shaft and responded with amazement. “And big,” She looked up. “May I see?”

 

Daryl wanted her to see; so badly. He anticipated her touch on his throbbing dark member. He felt his sweatpants pull open, and when she got a glimpse of his hardness. She moaned in approval. “Mmmmm.... you’re big. Want to see mine?”

 

“Sure.” Now that she brought it up. Daryl had this curiosity of knowing what she looked like underneath her robe. He’d only seen her in the sexiest outfits, her delicious body could slip in, but he never knew what she’d looked like without any clothes on.

 

“I haven’t shaved yet, but I’m not jungle or anything.”

 

She undid the knot to her robe and then opened up her robe to reveal her most delicious tidbits. Marisol had the most amazing figure under the robe; her body was ripe and delicious. Her breasts were perky, filled with areolas that were just a shade darker, but filled with absolute lust. To add to her lustrous appearance, her nipples were hardened and filled with pure desire, causing his mouth to water.

 

His look was a wanton of pure lust. “Wow, Marisol, you have really grown.”

 

“I know.” She nodded, equally giving him her most wanton look. She stepped forward and kissed him again.

 

The kiss prolonged to something more erotic. Daryl slipped his tongue inside her mouth and felt the movements of her tongue. It was sensual, erotic, and flavorful. He inhaled the pheromones of her desire – delicious! Their kiss turned deep, they gripped on to each other, encircling their arms around their bodies. Daryl, without realizing, moved his hand down her back, the way to the flesh of her ass. Marisol’s ass felt smooth, cool, and round. She’d always had a nice booty, from the sexy clothes she wore going out with friends, but for the first time he was paying attention to her assets – her ass.

 

Marisol broke away and whispered in his ear. “Oh my god, you should feel how wet I am. Just put your hands down in my pussy and feel it. My thong’s soaking wet right now.” She whimpered, “Oh, I want you now!”

 

He slipped his hand down to her pussy, and slipped further more. Marisol wasn’t kidding; she was wet. Her thong was purely soaked from the scent of her desire.

 

He growled under his breath. “Let me taste you.”

 

She would love that feeling, but protested. “No, not yet.” She gave an embarrassing grin. “I really need to shower. I was at the gym earlier.” She kissed a peck on his neck. “Just take off your pants and we’ll fuck on the couch.”

 

“I don’t have any condoms. Do you?”

 

“No, but I’ve been taking birth control since I was teenager.”

 

Oh my gosh, she’s on the pill! For all the things he could truly think of doing to her.

 

He looked in her eyes and asked for her assurance. “So, you’re safe?”

 

She replied ‘as a matter of fact’, “Oh yes, I’m definitely safe.”

 

The two locked lips one more time. Daryl’s cock ached like it never had before. He felt her pussy; Marisol wanted him as much as he wanted her.  The two were lost in their passion; they took off each other’s bottoms.

 

“Oh Daryl, I just want to fuck right now.” She started to suck on his neck.

 

For a woman who stood at five foot seven, she knew how to get him turned on by sucking on his neck, while pulling down his pants. Daryl, on the other hand was five foot ten, just a few inches taller than her, and he struggled to get her thong down past her ass.

When they backed away, Daryl was naked from the waist down, his member standing at attention. Meanwhile, he took a nice glance at Marisol’s body. She was fully naked under her robe. He watched her sit on the couch, and spread her legs wide open enough to see her slit. She wasn’t hairy like she said, just a shade, but overall, this was the first time he’d seen her fully naked.

 

He mounted over her on the couch, and held his cock before sliding inside her pussy. He watched her anxious expression, and Marisol couldn’t wait for that initial moment.

 

He slid inside her, with no resistance at all. The two let out a gasp. It was erotic. Marisol’s especially. She was so wet, her juices lapped on to the hilt of his cock. Marisol wasn’t only just wet, but tight as well. His cock twitched from the sweet velvety walls of her pussy. He needed to take it slow, but he felt a sweet aching feeling swelling under his balls. It was tightening, but managed to avoid cumming too quick.

 

He crammed her legs up more, and buried his cock deep in her pussy. They shared a passionate kiss, where he felt her rocking herself to his thrusts. Their mouths ravaged each other like never before. Just a couple of hours ago, Marisol had the worst night of her life, and right now, they’re fucking for the first time.

 

“Oh my god, you feel so fucking good!” She moaned. “Oh, keep fucking me!”

 

Daryl rocked himself on top of her. The sweet aching to cum finally passed, but loomed to happen. He started rocking her, pushing his cock in and out of her pussy, while she watched his shaft glistened from her juices.

 

He watched her expression. It was the most interesting expression from Marisol’s face. He could go on all night and watch her lustful expression. She was licking her lips, keeping them wet while he pumped her on the sofa. Her legs were spread wide open, each time he pounded her, their bodies made a sound, which was familiar, but unusual to them – the result of their bodies crashing together during sex.

 

His pace started to pick up, and Daryl was beginning to sweat. Marisol, was screaming out of pleasure. By now, he was pounding her hard. The two shared hot, passionate kiss and Daryl was feeling that familiar ache under his balls. This time he couldn’t control it any longer.

He howled, “Oh god, I’m cumming.”

 

“Oh, cum in me,” She placed her hands on the sides of his back. “I want to feel it.”

 

Daryl pumped her with all his might, before he straightened his cock, shooting his load deep inside her walls. He buried his cock as deep as he could. His cock twitched uncontrollably. Then he could feel Marisol climax as she let out with a loud moan. Once he was spent, he almost collapsed on her, but she muffled the rest of her orgasm with her hot kisses. Daryl could feel the coolness of her tongue, while ravaging his lips with her kisses. He was moving his tongue along with hers’, and then suddenly, the kissing stopped. What happened?

 

There was a weird look on Marisol’s face – the look of guilt. She stopped kissing him, but never uttered a word of what was wrong with her. It was like she was ready to burst out into tears.

 

“Something wrong?” he asked. After all, he did care.

 

“No, but I think I need to go to bed.” Marisol responded. Her voice changed.

 

Daryl knew something was wrong with her; her expression showed a sign of regret, and it was concerning for him. Did he ruin a friendship between him and Marisol? He’d known her since she was little, and in the heat of the moment they may have really change their feelings in the end.

 

He got off her, giving off a sigh of regret. What have I done? He knew this was going to change things between them.

 

He watched her get up and close her robe, as she was tying a knot in the front of her robe.

 

“I’m sorry.” She sniffed.

 

Daryl couldn’t think of anything to say. He knew there was nothing to be sorry about. But he couldn’t find the right words to sooth Marisol’s guilt trip. He bent down to put on his sweatpants, but watched her walk away, not sobbing, but rattled from what happened moments ago.

 

He attempted to stop her. “Marisol, wait.”

 

“No,” she shook her head, waving him off. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I just need to go to bed.”

 

“Couldn’t we just talk about it?”

 

“Not now. I just…” she sighed “need to be alone for now.”

 

Daryl watched Marisol walk away down the hallway. He wanted to persuade her to stay and talk about it, but maybe it was best to let it go. She did say he didn’t do anything wrong, but why did he feel so guilty?

 

Daryl sat back down on the couch and bowed his head with regret. Oh god, I can’t believe what I’ve done

 

TO BE CONTINUED...

Hop Against Homophobia And Transphobia



Homophobia/Transphobia is a term where people only fear what they can’t understand. People like them will have a harder time to change, and left behind in this world, because they don’t want to adapt to the idea the world has changed for bigotry and intolerance. They want the world to be according to what they were led to believe.

 

When my cousin came out of the closet in the early 1990’s, she admitted that she was a lesbian and her attraction for women was acceptable to me, but not as much as to my family. I’m not sure what were their initial reactions to my cousin’s outing, but I didn’t treat her differently. She is my closest cousin, and I still love her no matter what.

 

To be different from someone else shouldn’t have to be led into shame. My cousin has had the attraction to women for a long time, and I was comfortable about it. Partly, because I was the black sheep and I knew what it was like to be looked down upon for being totally different – it could be pretty painful to your self-esteem.

 

Homophobia and Transphobia can be defeated through knowledge and understanding, not through ignorance. In a world I grew up in, the 1990’s, I have seen such changes come a long way for tolerance, and while we’re not far away to equality and justice, there is much work to be done for end this cycle of hate.

 

I, Ray Sostre, the erotic romance author, and founder of AfterDark Online will always stand firm to fight against homophobia and transphobia. Being different from someone else shouldn’t have to lead to shame, it should be learned and understood how different cultures make up a society. I’m a straight man, and I’m proud to show my tolerance and support for others that are different than me. If a white man and a black man can learn about each other, I think a straight person and gay person can learn to live on the same neighborhood without prejudice.
 
 
 
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Thursday, May 16, 2013

Thursday Thrills - 05/16/2013

 
 
Hey what's up? Hiyadoin? It's time for another segment of Thursday Thrills, where authors post a snippet, based from the provided pic, anywhere between 100 -1000 words.
 
On this Thursday Thrill, I'm showing a little bit more about my characters, but a brief history about Darla. It's short; 262 words, but you'll learn a little more about her.
 
 
Darla watched the young, slender-looking blonde strut her stuff on the catwalk, showing off the designer’s latest designer for the crowd to be amazed. She watched photographers take photo shots of the model.
 
As Darla watched the girl show her dress to the audience, she then thought to herself what if she didn’t met her ex-husband and pursued her dream of being a model. It was what she longed dreamed of before she left Halifax, Nova Scotia to marry the wealthy Long Islander when she graduated high school in 1993. It was something she longed to be, long before she met Charlie nine years later, but she would’ve probably sacrificed the only person that was important to her – Tyler.
 
She knew the butterfly effect if she chose to live a different path, and in the end she would’ve asked if she would’ve been happy, even if it meant never to met Tyler and fall in love with him. Would there be another guy just like Tyler?
 
Some things were never meant to be discovered, and she wouldn’t want to know. In fact, she was happy to have him with her, taking a business trip to San Francisco Fashion Week, where she gets to see all the models display the designers’ latest fashion trends. And even though she had missed the boat, she was happy to work in fashion. From the time she worked for Olivia Grey, to a beauty store, and then Estella’s, where she reunited with Tyler, and enjoy working around fashion. Well, selling the latest designs at a department store.
 
 
 
Thank you for tuning in. Be sure you check out next week's segment.

 

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Thursday Thrills - 05/09/2013 - Darla & Tyler's Vegas Vacation.


 
What's up, Hiyadoin? It's now time for another segment of Thursday Thrills, where authors post a snippet between 100 - 1000 words, based off a picture provided for the event.
 
Here's what I have in store for you:
 
Darla and Tyler went out on a Vegas Vacation, and struck out of luck until fate turned their way and they are going to enjoy their vacation to the fullest.
 
Come check it out in 709 words.
 
 
 

What an exciting trip this was going to be for Darla and Tyler as they brought along Stacy and Jiro, Lisa, and Sully. They were going from an ordinary day in Portland, Oregon to a week of Paradise in Las Vegas, Nevada; lots of sun, fun, and too much heat. During the day they went around places and got to see Treasure Island, Circus Circus, New York New York Casino, and went atop of The Stratosphere. Hell, they even went shopping at the largest lingerie store on Flamingo Drive, just off the strip. Now they were going to have a night of partying at the Aria, but first they were going to dine at the Aria Casino, the most trendiest place in Vegas.

 

The group was staying at The Stratosphere, the very northernmost part of the strip; near downtown, and they entered a white, luxuriously large limo SUV, with the most exquisite features inside that had you rode through town like a rock star. The features had comfortable plush seats, long enough to lay down three people that were hung over from a long night. There were three flat screen televisions, and an all you can drink wet bar with the most premium alcohol and beers, including the most famous Korbel Champagne.

 

“How could you afford this? We’re so not deserving!” Lisa drooled as she entered the limo, looking at all the eye-candy features.

 

“Holy shit!” Jiro said, entering next. “We’re really riding in style!”

 

Stacy entered, her eyes were amazed at the finest luxury life could offer. “Wow, look at all the seats, and they have champagne.”

 

Sully stepped inside the limo who spoke with his African Accent “Tyler, what did you do to get us this ride? I don’t believe it. I mean only in America, do I get ride like this.”

 

Tyler smiled. He replied like there was it was nothing for his generosity. “Nothing, just felt like splurging.”

 

He stood there and turned to Darla. She had this look, knowing the real deal. She was there; she witnessed Tyler hitting the jackpot for fifty thousand dollars, at a local casino off the strip. The two would’ve gone through a shitty Vegas trip if they hadn’t found the ten dollars on the floor, near the restrooms. Darla had to go pee, while Tyler picked up the ten dollars. Darla told him not to spend it, they needed money to eat, and they already jacked up their credit card bills from taking any money out.

 

Before they ran out of luck, they only saved enough money to probably see a few Vegas shows and bands. They were spending the night at the Stratosphere, but didn’t have the money to really spend; everything was tempting. But like most people on a trip to Vegas, they blow a great portion or practically all of their money of blackjack, craps, and slot machines. They were embarrassed at what they done – overspending.

 

But despite doing the right thing and hold on to money, Tyler couldn’t resist playing this particular machine. It had the aggregate pay off of fifty thousand dollars. However, he knew better about chasing a pipe dream. He was only interested in doubling his ten dollars for twenty. When he inserted the money, he didn’t realize he played max credits – a total of three dollars, and then three triple diamonds rolled in his favor on the payline. He couldn’t believe it. When Darla came from the bathroom, she saw him sitting at a slot machine, almost pissed, but then realizing what happened, she kissed him like she’d never been proud of him before. Tyler was still starstuck over the thought of winning something significant. Was it just fate?

 

So here there were at the door of the limo SUV, but before stepping in Tyler grinned. “They have no clue.”

 

Darla nodded, knowing exactly what he meant by it. “No they don’t, but we’re going to have good time carrying a few hundred dollars.”

 

“With all that fun we had. I can’t wait to get back to Portland.”

 

She couldn’t disagree more, cryptically know what he menat. “Me too.”

 

Darla kissed him and then stepped inside; Tyler followed her in before the door closed behind them from the limo driver.

 

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