Masturbation Monday: Get Dirty

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Luke’s face stiffened when he saw me. He raked a hand through his dirty blonde spikes and turned away. I squinted my eyes at him, ready to tackle him for being so cocky. His shoulders shook. I paused, then picked up a nearby bucket. I had no idea where the bucket came from but I was glad someone had left it behind.

“I’m sorry, just give me a minute.” He held himself rigid. The shakes got worse.

I stepped as quietly as my squishy sneakers would allow, squelching through mud. Luke turned around and, instead of freezing like most people do when they’re caught, I dumped a bucket full of muddy water on him. It was nowhere near how covered I was, but it would do. For now.

“Keri, I can’t believe you just did that.” He wiped the muddy water from his eyes and shook himself like a dog, splattering me. I blocked my eyes, but other than that, it wouldn’t make a dent in the mud already covering me.

“You can only blame yourself for what I just did. If you had told me we were going to be mud-running, I’d have brought extra clothing. But no, you purposefully left that out.” I scraped some of the drying, sticky mud off my shirt and smacked it against his cheek. “Cocky bastard.”


“Tighten your thighs around me, I won’t bite.”


Luke was my trainer. I’d purposefully joined a gym and hired a trainer that scheduled outdoor group activities with the people they trained. A handful of people signed up for the outing today, but everyone other than me pulled out, citing family or work excuses.

If I didn’t have the hots for Luke, I’d have probably left the group by now. He was such a cocky bastard and I couldn’t get enough. The way his arms flexed when he corrected a pose I was new to, or how he spotted me on the lifting bench.

“Hey, mud is good for the skin, right? Think of it as a spa treatment without spending all that extra cash.” Luke laughed, ignoring the mud on his face.

“You’re adorable. Turning, I looked up and down the creek, wondering if there was a spot I could wash off.

“C’mon, I want to show you something.” He hopped back on the ATV and looked at me, a sparkle in his deep green eyes. Eyes that always seemed to be laughing. Eyes that made me squirm.

With a little growl, I hopped back onto the back of the ATV. I wrapped one arm across his chest and placed the other hand on his thigh to act like a recoil spring for when he hit the brakes or I shifted forward too fast. “Let’s go.”

He picked his way carefully down the creek, and then on more solid ground when a path opened up through the trees. My skin was starting to itch as the mud dried. I had to keep shifting as well because the wet mud on my ass wasn’t help me stay on the seat as well as I normally would have.

“Tighten your thighs around me, I won’t bite.” Luke squeezed one knee and I almost flew off the seat altogether from the electric zing I felt. He stopped and glanced at me. “You okay? We’re almost there.”

“Fine, sorry, you uh, hit a nerve.” After situating myself again, we headed for his mystery spot. When we got there, my eyes widened behind my smeared sunglasses. “Holy shit, that’s beautiful.”

Luke parked under a huge shade tree and helped me off the ATV. I wouldn’t need help, but the mud was making everything a bit difficult. “Thanks.” I immediately headed for the clear water sparkling beneath a tall waterfall.

“Hey, be careful, there are some deep spots. Wait for me.” I paused at the edge long enough for him to catch up, then took a deep breath and leapt into the water. I came back up pretty quickly, mud streaking behind me, heading downstream.

“The water is perfect, hurry up Luke!” I headed for the waterfall. If anything could get the mud out of my hair, it was the waterfall, or so I hoped.

Watching Luke splash his way passed me to the waterfall, fully clothed, made me think I needed to swim more often. By the time I got there, he was out of the water. I followed him, treading water. “Why are you getting out?”

“Not exactly.” He got a cocky smirk on his mouth and then stripped off his shirt.


“You want more? Take what you want.”


I went all fangirl on the inside, but huffed and rolled my eyes at him.

“Oh, come on, you want dry clothes, right?” He continued stripping, starting with his hiking boots, then his jeans and I turned around before he took off his boxers. A splash sounded when he jumped back in. “Get out and undress, I’ll be nice, I won’t peek… more than once.”

I hopped up onto the hot rocks and watched Luke as he faced the waterfall. I stripped off my clothes and shoes, then left them in the sun. I slipped back into the water and stared at his back. This was it, my chance to get close.

“Keri, can I be honest with you?” Luke sounded serious and when he got his serious voice on when we were all training it was usually something we didn’t want to hear. There was another note in his voice as well and I wasn’t sure, so I made a decision.

“Sure.” I had found a rock to stand on and crossed my arms over my chest. I wasn’t shy, I had no reason to hide from him, but this was Luke.

“I uhm…” Luke peeked over his shoulder. “Whenever we’ve ended up alone at the outings, it’s either because I cancelled it to the others or postponed it to another day with everyone else.” He ran his hand over his face and looked at me again.

“I know. We figured out you weren’t sure if I’d go out with you or not so you found a way. You’re a little shy, despite your cocky attitude.” I winked at him and held my hand out. “Help me rinse the mud from my hair?”

“Hell yeah.” Luke helped me up and turned us so I was under the waterfall. “How’s this?” He sunk his fingers into my hair, pressing into my scalp and I sighed in absolute pleasure.

“Oh, that’s good.” I held tight onto his shoulders at first, while he scrubbed away any clingy mud. But really, I just wanted to sink into his arms, and touch him all over. As his fingers worked through my hair, I worked my hands down his body, learning the curves and muscles of his flesh.

“Don’t stop on my account.” Luke bent down and kissed me, shifting his hands to pull me tight against him.

I softened against him, returned his kiss. The water cascading over us, the way he moved his hands, touching me in just the right way, melted me. When his fingers slipped below to stroke my nub, I clung to him, a moan of pleasure escaping.


As he pushed into me, harder, faster with every stroke, I felt myself become undone.


Luke moaned right along with me. “Keri.” The way he said my name sent shockwaves through my being. I rubbed myself against him.

“More, don’t stop.” Luke pulled me down onto the rock with him. I shifted my legs around his waist. The stone dug into my knees but it just made everything more vivid. Luke squeezed my breasts in his huge hands and nipped my lower lip.

“You want more? Take what you want.” He gave me that cocky smile of his and I laughed.

Reaching between us, I pinched his nipples first and he went rigid, a groan of pleasure erupted from his chest. “I’ll take all of you.” I reached between us and teased us both by sliding the head of his cock back and forth between my lower lips.

“Fuck, Keri, that’s good but I want more.” Luke growled playfully and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, then flicked his tongue back and forth. I moaned, loud and uncaring if there was anyone else in the area to hear me.

I felt myself gush between my legs, the warm, thick cream coated the head of his cock. I slid him inside, then worked my way down, lubricating every push.

“Oh, fuck that’s so good. Good girl.” Luke grabbed my hips and helped me wrap my legs around his waist. “We wouldn’t want to hurt those lovely knees of yours, now would we?”

When he started lifting me, I recalled all those reps he did for his chest and arms. The muscles flexed beneath my fingers and I cried out when he hit the right spot. “Oh, fuck me, hard, right there!”

As he pushed into me, harder, faster with every stroke, I felt myself become undone. The water cascading, hitting all the sensitive spots, his teeth, his lips, and those gorgeous green eyes ripped me apart. My moan echoed off the stones and into the forest around us.

“Fuck that’s the best sex ever.” Luke panted, holding me in his arms. We took a few moments to recover then decided to get out from under the waterfall. Every drop caused us both to twitch and gasp, making us needy all over again.

We made our way to calm, shallow waters and he kissed me again. “Be mine.”

“Oh Luke, you were mine from the moment I laid eyes on you.” I led him out of the water to a rock heated by the sun so we could get dry. I couldn’t help the wink I threw over my shoulder at him and the way his eyes widened in surprise made me smile in a cocky way.


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Adventures in Writing: Social Interaction

Today, let’s talk about social media and interacting with others.


First off, pick your platform. If you love Facebook, then focus on that one. If you love Twitter, then make that your main squeeze. I tend to be a Twitter focus-type. While I do post to Facebook, it’s most often an auto-post via my WordPress. So, when this post is published, it’ll send the headline and so forth over to Facebook. That’s about as much love FB gets from me these days – however, I am going to work to change that in the future.

The goal is interaction – with other authors, bloggers, and your readers. You don’t want to just post a bunch of ‘Buy My Book!’ links. You also don’t want your entire profile to be a bunch of links to Facebook or Instagram. Yes, it’s cool to link everything together and have one thing go out to several other platforms – however, things tend to get a little sketchy from there.

If your entire Twitter timeline is full of fb.me links – which lately do not include any preview text or image – you’re probably not going to get any responses. People want to know what they are clicking on in today’s world of hackers.


On that note about hackers – don’t ignore a profile so long that it gets hacked. It’s not pretty and can endanger the legitimate people who follow that profile.


Post about something. It doesn’t even have to be related to writing or your book. It could be “Aw, crap. Grabbed the wrong container for lunch today. Oops.” People will respond. They’ll share their screw-ups to commiserate with you. Sharing good things that happen are ideal, too. “Woohoo, got a great review on this {book/article/product}. Yes!” which then you’d share the link to said item. Boom. People will respond. Basically – have a conversation.

Reply to what others are posting about as well. Be kind, even if you disagree. Constructive is always better than destructive when you’re looking to make connections. Another way to interact is to ask questions. Not sure where to start researching for something specific? Type it up, hashtag it, put it out there. Someone will be interested enough to respond.

It takes time to build and forge connections. I’ve been told repeatedly that Twitter is a horrible platform for authors, yet I’ve built my Twitter Tribe and we all support each other. However, I’ve seen many authors succeed there. And, I’ve seen a few vanish altogether. If you feel you don’t have time to socialize, then focus on putting your buy links into a scheduling platform. Check your feed now and then and like, share, and try to respond. Even if it’s something simple like “You got this!” it shows that you are interested in what others have going on.

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Even if it’s just ten minutes every other day – something is always better than nothing.

Adventures in Writing: Blog Categories

Good morning, everyone! Today I’m sharing thoughts on why you should be using categories on your blog.


If you look in my sidebar, you’ll find the categories list. Every post on my site gets at least one, once in a while, I’ll use two, but every post gets one. While it’s not prominent on the site, it’s still there. Even if you don’t display your categories list like I do, you should still use them.

There are occasions that I post longer works in parts. If I forget to link those parts (it happens… ) then the next best thing for the reader to do is to click on the category because it’s probably a good chance that the posts on either side are related, depending on how many parts there are to the story.

The very last thing I want to do is to scroll through your site, page after page, looking for part 1 of a 5 part story. Thanks to the genius of Nicci Haydon, I’ve also started linking to the previous parts of stories in the story as well. I do my best to make it easy to navigate the website, to get you where you want to go in the shortest number of clicks.

Categories are also a great way to separate everything. If someone is coming to your site and all they want are your free stories, they can easily find them by clicking on a category labeled free stories. I don’t have a free stories category, I do have a Free Erotica tag, however. But most people who come here know that Masturbation Monday, Sizzling Nibbles, and Wicked Wednesday contain free erotic stories. It’s easy to find Excerpts because – you guessed it – , it is also a category.

There are no excuses for not setting up categories when you start a blog. Especially if you already know what type of topics you’ll be sharing. The display name can even be different from the actual path, so if you want to change the name of a category, you don’t have to start a whole new one (at least not on WordPress).

Even if you already have thousands of posts, taking the time to go through and categorize them will not only help you easily share a path to that particular category on social media, it’ll possibly also increase your number of pageviews because someone will start reading post after post or story after story.


Thanks for reading. Do you have any blog tips? Share them in the comments or a link to your own post.

TMI Tuesday: Getting to Know Me

Welcome to another TMI Tuesday where I answer questions that are (sometimes) WTMI for people to handle… Enjoy!


1. Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?

Christian Kane. Anyone who knows me knows that I am obsessed with this poor man. I feel so bad for him, he’s always on my mind, if not up front and center, in the back fearing the return of my attention. I bet his ears burn and he has sneezing fits (probably right now…) all the time because of me.

2. What would constitute a “perfect” day for you?

A perfect day for me would be filled with laughter, sarcasm, coffee, and good friends, perhaps dinner and drinks out. A Skype or phone call with a favorite writer friend. Getting a lot of GOOD words down, you know the ones I mean, the kind that you read them a few days later and are amazed that they don’t need any (or much) editing.

3. How much do you like your personality?
(pick just one)

a. A lot.
b. A little.
c. It needs work.
d. I am annoying sometimes.
e. I am difficult, and people have told me so.

I am definitely right in the middle – C. I’m always trying to be a better person and yet I fail at that on a regular basis. I’m a terrible friend in the real world. I don’t call family, I don’t keep in touch. I figure if someone needs me, they know how to find me.

4. If you were able to live to the age of 90 and retain either the mind or body of a 30-year-old for the last 60 years of your life, which would you want?

Mind. My memory is already terrible at 40. My body is doing pretty good. I will never look my age. Thank you, genetics.

5. If you could wake up tomorrow having gained any ability, what would it be?

OMG, best question ever. I want to be able to teleport, but in a way that’s not dangerous. Like, I want to be able to see where I’m going as I teleport so I don’t end up in a wall or stuck inside a mountain. So yeah, teleportation without all that nasty side effects that usually come along with it. If I have to have the side effects, then I’d find a way to teleport safely, but fuck… give me teleportation!

Bonus: How do you think you will die?

Most likely a heart attack. Both parents died of a heart attack and I don’t exercise enough or eat well enough and will most likely suffer the same fate. There’s hope, though. I might get lucky and go in my sleep or taking out the latest person who has irked my inner demon.


This has been TMI Tuesday brought to you by the TMI Tuesday Blog! Hop over there to see what others answered about these truly intrusive questions. Don’t be shy! Just be yourself.

Masturbation Monday: Skinny Dipping

A little skinny dipping is exactly what Elle needs to get herself back on track, luckily Owen can read her like a book and amps up the pleasure.


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The water sluiced down my skin as he lifted me above him. The sun warmed my as the water chilled me, goosebumps popped up all over my flesh and a shiver caused Owen to tighten his hold.

“You okay, Elle?” Droplets glistened on our skin like diamonds in the setting sunlight, the heat of the day slowly waned. The last thing I ever expected from this bad boy that healed abused animals of all sizes and restored antiques like a pro was to  heal me, too. Everything he touched turned to gold, the way the sunset bathed us in its golden glow.

I could feel the flush as it heated my face, love overflowing from my heart as it rebuilt my faith and trust whenever I spent time alone with Owen or his family. “I’m more than okay.” The whisper left my lips and I placed my forehead against his, my hair hiding us even though there was no one around to see.

We clung to each other, kissing and nibbling, as we connected together in a way we hadn’t before. Our hearts became linked. Chains wrapped around me, through me, linking me to him. In the past, I’d have felt trapped, weighed down, broken. But entangled with Owen, all I felt was freedom and joy.

“Oh, that’s it, right there… don’t stop.” I pressed my face against his shoulder, nails biting into his muscled flesh. Bruises would blossom on my ass from how tight he held me, but I didn’t care. I would proudly bear those marks of passion.

Kisses rained over my face, neck, and shoulders. Across my collarbone. Back to my lips, he nipped with his teeth. “See, I had a feeling a swim would help you get back on even footing.”

“Yes, exactly what I needed was a swim. Skinny dipping with you was a bonus.” We pulled apart reluctantly, heading back to our clothes and the bike before anyone caught us trespassing. We still had a long ride ahead of us, but the journey was definitely worth traveling.


If you’ve enjoyed this post, please come visit others to see what they’ve shared!

You can find more delicious naughty stories over at Masturbation Monday hosted by the lovely Kayla Lords. If you haven’t submitted your own story as well, and write romance, erotica, or some combination of the genres and sub-genres, please consider doing so.

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