Jun 14

Mischa Eliot

Wicked Wednesday: Backseat Buddies

Oh welcome to Wicked Wednesday and what a wicked day it is! I seem to be stuck on guys loving guys, which is never a bad thing because, hello, it can be just as hot as girls kissing girls. Enjoy Curtis and Lee as they fight for the right to be on top.

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The vinyl creaked as I shifted. I knew that Lee would show, he was just running late. Breathing deep into my belly was supposed to help me relax when my anxiety got the best of me. I closed my eyes, trying to let the thoughts slide right through without giving them much notice.

I almost hit my head on the roof of the old Chevy when Lee knocked on the window. He backed away and I forced the door open. It had been two weeks since we’d had the chance to sneak out again. “You made it.” I tried sounding happy, but didn’t quite get there. Inside, my heart was going 180 and my cock started to harden.

Lee grabbed me by the back of the neck and kissed me. “Yes, I made it. Now move over. I want to feel you.” He followed me in, still touching me, kissing me, as I slid over.

“We shouldn’t be doing this. Why do we keep doing this? You have a wife.” Guilt wracked me. My stomach twisted. My cock ached.

“My wife is fine with it. I told you that. As long as no one else knows, it’s all good. She has her friends and I,” Lee kissed me, slipping his tongue between my lips, “I have you.”

“Would it be too much for her to tell me herself sometime?” I needed this hole in my chest to go away. Lee filled it when we were together, until the guilt kicked in.

“We’re having a cookout this Saturday. Come over. Bring some beer or a side dish. You can speak with her and get what you need so I can get what I want. Okay?” Lee’s hands unbutton and unzipped my pants, freeing my length from its prison.

Vinyl groaned beneath our weight as I shifted when his lips wrapped around me. I reached for him when I came back to my senses. I found his nipple and twisted just enough to make him hum while my cock was down his throat.

My head lulled back and a flash of light as a car turned the corner illuminated our initials carved into the ceiling. The soft interior had long ago been taken by animals for their nests. The car used to be Lee’s. We’d hidden it, unable to get rid of it. It held so many memories, so many times we fucked, kissed, even fought. I pinched his nipple hard and held it tight.

“My turn, Lee.” I almost shot down his throat when he groaned his disappointment and pulled himself off.

“I haven’t gotten enough.” He laid back anyway and allowed me to undo his pants so that I could get a taste of him before we figured out who would be bottom tonight.

We double-fisted my cock, bouncing up and down in the backseat of the old Chevy.

“We should have a fishing weekend and get our fill of fucking and sucking.” I dove onto his cock like it was the last time I’d get to suck him. Lee squirmed beneath me, grinding his hips into my face. He had always been unable to hold himself still.

“Yeah, yeah we can do that.” The sound he made as he tried to get his words out caused my heart to skip a beat.

Grabbing his balls, I squeezed them until he cried out, protesting that it was too much. Pulling back, I started to yank his pants down as he struggled beneath me. “Who will win tonight?” I got the waistband of his pants down to his thighs before he shoved me back towards the other door.

“Me, I will win tonight.” He dove on top of me, kissing me as a distraction while trying to get a hold on my pants. When he did, they came off too fast for me to stop him. He always wore tighter jeans than I did. “Haha, this is going to be good.”

He held tight to me as I tried to force him back to the other side, but once he got a certain grip, he rolled me over like a sack of potatoes. Lee held me pinned. “You’re mine, Curtis.”

I writhed beneath him, trying to buck him off, but he held on. I laid there beneath him, panting, exhausted. I didn’t want to give in. I wanted to fuck him, but the day had been long and hard and I’d used up the last of my energy.

Foil crinkled and a few moments later I felt him pushing his way inside. I pushed back against him, wanting him deep as fast as he could go. We both groaned when our bodies met and he started fucking me like a wild animal. I dug my fingers into the old seat, wanting to come. I didn’t even realize I was begging him to get me off until I heard my voice over the blood rushing through my ears.

Grabbing me by the hips, Lee forced me to sit on him. “Let’s jerk you off together.” We double-fisted my cock, bouncing up and down in the backseat of the old Chevy. The springs in the seat screamed in protest as I covered it in new streamers of jizz.

That’s when I saw his wife, Vicky, sitting in the front seat of the car. The front of the car was so buried in the trees and brush that it was almost perfect darkness. I hadn’t seen her there earlier when I was waiting. The windows were down and, while the car was well concealed, it wasn’t difficult to slip in through one of the giant windows.

“Fuck you two are hot.” She wore a dark sundress and her hand moved between her thighs under the skirt. “Curtis, would you mind coming over one night and fucking my husband in front of me? The kids are going to camp next week. Perhaps you could make some time for us?”

Lee who hadn’t noticed his wife, who hadn’t heard her over the squeaks of the seat springs or my moans, let out a long, low moan as he filled the condom. He panted and pulled me back against him, kissing the side of my neck. That’s when he noticed her sitting there.

“Oh, hey babe. I didn’t think you’d show.” A snicker escaped him and he hugged me close. “I told you she didn’t mind.”

A car turned the corner and a flash of light entered the car. My eyes widened when I saw that I’d covered his wife in sticky strings of jizz, but she just licked her lips and smiled.

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Jun 13

Mischa Eliot

TMI Tuesday: Let’s Talk about Sex

Part of writing is using your fear to get the story out, or using your emotions to make something more compelling. This TMI Tuesday post is really personal and a little scary, so here we go.

1. Would you take a course in advanced sex positions? Why?

If I did, it would probably just to be able to write more detailed scenes. Hell, I had a friend tie me up in Dragonfly Sleeves to get the feel of the ropes on my skin.

2. “Did you orgasm?”
Men: Do you ask your sex partners this? Women: Have you been asked this?
Men, why do you ask this question? Women, do you mind being asked this question?

Ahh, the killer question. I’ve been asked in a couple of ways. One, joking – because screaming orgasms where you don’t breathe for two minutes and the other person thinks they killed you – no, didn’t get off, not once… Ha.

And then the other side of that, I’m honest. Yes, the sex was good. No, I didn’t get off, but I’m always up for another round. I don’t mind being asked, but it makes me wonder how well versed the guy is in sex if he can’t tell I’ve gotten off.

3. “Was it good for you?”
Have you ever asked this question after having sex? Were you ever told “No, it was not good.” If yes, what did you do?

I’ll be honest, I’ve half-lied. More often than not, I’ve enjoyed the sex, but it was just a bonus side of being around that person at the time. I’ve asked and while not told the sex wasn’t good, I was told some other things. I prefer honesty over outright lies.

4. When was the last time you had a simple, sexy “make out” session? Do you wish you had more purely “make out” sessions?

Oh, you mean those make-out sessions that end up with sweaty, panting, people groping each other? It’s been a while, but hot damn, thinking about it is enough to get me riled all up.

5. When is that last time you had a “quickie”– sex lasting 5 minutes or less? How often do you engage in “quickies”?

I think my minimum is 6 minutes and yes, I came screaming. I was on a lunch break at the time. That was quite a while ago.

Bonus: Think about the person that is/was your favorite sex partner? Why were they your favorite?

There weren’t any complications. Friends who fucked. Enjoyed some of the same things. Usually just hung out, fucked, then went about our way. I prefer it that way. I have fond memories of these types of relationships more than actual relationships. I wasn’t worried about them hurting me and I wasn’t worried about hurting them. Being as each of these relationships gave me exactly what I needed at the time I needed it, I can’t really pick just one.

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Jun 12

Mischa Eliot

Masturbation Monday: Get Dirty

Thank you to Cara Theron for being such an incredible inspiration for Masturbation Monday!

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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Jun 09

Mischa Eliot

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.

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