Hi all, waves and wipes brow…
Hot… adj… feeling or producing an uncomfortable sensation of heat: lustful, amorous, or erotic: steamy bed scenes that may be too hot for young fans.
Okay, so that is the definition… but…when is hot, hot and when is it not?
It’s all in the mind of the reader.
You see I really do not think I write that hot, or that explicit. I like to sort of do the ‘lead you to the brink and let you, the reader decide whether to dive in or not’ scenario. Let your imagination do its own thing to suit you.
Cue Doris’ hysterical laughter . I will now scowl at her. Scowls and frowns
You see she says I do, and, well I’m never sure. As her how I worry and swither. Is this hot, does it make you go all a quiver… you get the picture.
Therefore that brings me back to my second sentence.
It is all in the mind of the reader.
So, dear readers of this blog, if you do decide to peruse my latest story, Lord Highwayman, I’ll let you make your mind up. Is it hot or is it not…
~ When Lady Marielle Birch is kidnapped by a highwayman, neither she nor he knew what the outcome would be.
Thrown together when Marielle shoots him, her aristocratic captor, Sylvester, The Earl of St. Stephens, knows he's in deep trouble. After all, how could he not fall in love with her and want her for his wife?
Never mind that, if they didn't wed it would be the scandal of the century.~
And a wee tease…
Marielle shivered slightly at the knowing look he gave her, and let her glance drift lower.
Goodness, that will fit into me? Surely those leaflets are wrong? It can’t be possible. His cock stood out from its nest of hair and moved slightly. As if it is beckoning me, Marielle thought, semi-hysterical at the idea a man’s appendage had a mind of its own. She tugged her clothes off with no thought to seduction or allure, dropped them on top of his and then bit her lip. “I have this urge to cover myself with my hands,” she said helplessly. “I don’t know what to do next.”
Vester laughed and beckoned her forward. “Then it is lucky I do. Sit on my lap.”
What? With his staff in the way? How could she put that worry politely?
Vester must have read her mind. “Rest behind my cock for now, love. Just here.” He patted his thighs. “Let yourself get used to the feel of it … of it … wanting you, before it comes into the haven of your cunt and shows you just how you can see stars.”
Stars? Now what on earth is he going on about? We’re inside with the curtains drawn. How can I possibly see…Lord I really need to get into the right mindset. All these what ifs and meandering thoughts are no good for what I hope will happen.
“It’ll never fit,” Marielle said helplessly. “We might as well give up now.”
“Marielle.” His voice took on a tone of command she’d never heard before and her body tightened as it responded to the dominant tone. The knowledge that he was the one who must be obeyed.
“Come here and let me guide you,” Vester said in that same commanding voice.
Shivers teased her spine as she moved and stood either side of his legs. To her embarrassment a gush of heat filled her and she’d swear her quim was wet with desire. Was that proper? Should it be like that? It wasn’t something she felt she could ask … yet.
“Now sit on me … yes like that.”
Marielle perched on his thighs. Vester lifted his hot and wet cock until it rested against her perspiration covered tummy and stroked her skin. The hairs there stood on end. She wriggled. He stilled her by the simple method of touching her breast and pinching her nipple. She gasped and groaned. That was way too exciting for comfort.
“See how I want you?” he asked in a deep velvet voice. “The evidence coats my cock. That will aid us, you know.” Vester bent his head and kissed each of her nipples in turn.
“It will?” She gasped as he suckled the hard nub into his mouth. “More.”
He chuckled and it reverberated through her.
“There is so much more, love. Are you ready?”
Get on with it before I lose my nerve. “Oh yes.”
“Then let me show you.” Vester nudged her arse up from his thighs just enough to slide one long finger over her nub and stroke her labia. Her muscles tightened, inviting him further. Marielle moaned. It was so arousing: her body was on fire as liquid heat flooded her and her skin tightened to the point of pain.
“You like that.” It was not a question. “How about this?” He slipped the finger into her. The erotic scrape in her inner channel made her gasp and moan. Her muscles tightened around him and she began to shake. The pulse between her arse and quim throbbed so hard it hurt. The hurt was so good, so stimulating, that her senses whirled.
“Oh lord, that … more, I need more…”
He added another finger, then another and moved the digits up and down until she swore she saw stars. “Argh…” She convulsed around him and fell forward onto his torso, with his fingers still embedded deeply inside her.
How long they stayed like that. Marielle had no idea. When she finally decided she was able to think coherently she sat up, put her hands on Vester’s shoulders and wriggled.
His fingers were still in her channel.
“Ah...” Now what?
Vester grinned and put his lips to hers. His tongue teased until she opened her mouth and that organ slipped inside to mesh with hers and create even more of those nerve tingling stings. Without breaking the kiss, Vester removed his fingers, and tapped her arse twice. The loss of contact was like a cold bath and she tried to lift her mouth to ask why. There was no need. Before Marielle had time to say anything something probed the opening of her channel.
No, not something. His cock.
Gently and so titillating, she thought she might faint, he pushed her upright. “Hold on to my shoulders and get ready to ride.” Very slowly he edged inside her. He was big, and for a brief second she panicked before reason over took her. He’d know what to do. If he said it would work, then somehow it would. She might not be able to see that for herself, but trust had to begin somewhere. This seemed to be it.
“All right?” He stayed where he was—a scant inch inside her, his good arm on her arse, his injured one propped against her waist.
She grinned. “Oh yes, I want it all.”
Vester lifted his uninjured arm and stroked her sweat-slicked brow, edged a curl behind her ear and pinched the lobe.
“Then all you shall have.” Vester thrust hard. A sharp pain seared into her and she screamed.
That was supposed to be enjoyable? Whoever thought that should be a candidate for Bedlam.
Vester stilled for one second, and massaged her shoulders. Probably, she decided, to stop her running.
“That’s it love, that’s the only pain. From now on you’ll scream with pleasure.” He began to move again.
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Happy hotness…er reading,
Love R x