I had a miserable week because I decided to try to "fix" my computer and ended up breaking it beyond repair. Luckily, I backed up everything long beforehand. My computer is fixed now as of a few hours ago after being out of commission for over a week, hence this very short blog post. Here is my message:
Back Up Your Files!
1. Have a backup set up on a flash drive, separate server, zip discs, or other physical means.
2. Email yourself important documents as you work on them. Your email will preserve your work.
3. If you have access to the Cloud, use it.
4. Email your stuff to a close, trusted friend to keep it for you in case something horrid happens and you lose it.
5. Use a backup service if you wish but I don't really think it's necessary. It's also an added expense.
I'm lucky that I already back up everything like crazy. This mess could have been a real tragedy if I hadn't. My brief post is a friendly reminder to back up your documents and such to avoid losing valuable material.
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Writer's Block Sucks
Writer’s Block. We’ve all
heard of it. Heck, we’ve probably all had it, regardless of whether or not we’re
a writer. Maybe we’ve experienced it trying to write a report at work, or for a
school assignment. Maybe in trying to write up a grocery list.
As an author and university
student, I’ve lost count the amount of times I’ve had writer’s block. Sometimes
it only lasts a few hours. Usually, though, it’ll last weeks. Not at all
conducive to getting many books written. Unfortunately, I'm neck deep in writer's block at the moment. Took me about two hours just to write this blog post!
There are many things can
cause writer’s block. Stress is a large part of it, which has many causes of
its own. Money, work, personal or family issues often get in the way of
stress-free lives.
So what do you do when
stress puts up walls that prevent you from writing?
Well, you could cut
yourself off from everything and become a hermit. There are a few famous
authors, and even painters, that shut themselves off to the world to focus on
their craft.
Usually these days,
however, that isn’t an option. Bills need paying, and family and friends are
less likely to allow you to become a hermit. Believe me, I’ve tried!
So rather than trying to
shut out everything that can cause writer’s-block-inducing-stress, instead try
taking a time out; just a few minutes throughout the day to relax and take deep
breaths. Close your eyes if you need to. Let your imagination start meandering
through a peaceful scene, and you’ll be surprised just how quickly your writer’s
block departs.
Another way to beat it is
to just start writing. Let your mind wander like just mentioned, but write it
down while it happens. Pretty soon, you’ll be making awesome progress, and as Stephen
King once said when asked how he writes, “One word at a time.”
Making that effort every
day to just write something, even if it’s just a list of groceries, or
reminders of things to research or appointments to keep, questions to ask; it
makes no difference of the what. It only matters that you write.
Limiting distractions also helps, so try to avoid social media. Goodness knows I've lost hours on Facebook. So close that Internet tab and write!
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Who Is Gemma Parkes?
From an early age English
was my favourite subject. I am in love with the written word and hugely
influenced by Shakespeare, Dickens and D. H. Lawrence. I appreciate peace and
quiet when l write. I couldn’t possibly listen to music as l would focus on the
instruments instead of my work. My day to day life slows down my creativity as
it is often impossible (at the moment) for me to close myself off.
I have been writing all my
life but have only specialised in Erotic fiction since 2011. I live a peaceful, but busy life in rural England. I have a beautiful
view from my windows and as a result l tend to stare out and get distracted
when l should be writing. Having said that, my garden can, on occasion, inspire
me. My writing routine is not as organised as l would like it to be. Perhaps if
l had a cleaner, cook and shopper l could devote more time. I would imagine
this is the same for all my writing colleagues.
Writing in this genre
brings with it a level of animosity which causes many of us, including myself,
to hide behind a pseudonym. My family and friends know what genre l write in,
but they do not know my pen name.
I am a freelance author
who self publishes a large chunk of my work. This is because l enjoy the
process of self publishing, it has its disadvantages of course, the editing
which falls on my shoulders alone and the search for a cover design. I do send
work to publishers and have many anthology inclusions (see below). I have been
extremely happy with the publishers l have dealt with and am very proud to be associated
with them and lucky enough to be included in anthologies bearing their name. I
would like to write something longer than a novella and intend working on that
some time in the future. For me though, short stories are so much fun to write
and l love the variety and freedom it gives me.
I describe myself as a
storyteller, l like to tell sexy stories about ordinary people. I don’t like
being tied to one sub genre as my mind is always full of new situations and
experiences.
I sympathise with some of
my characters and of course, much of my opinion and emotion comes out
throughout my writing. Do l have a favourite? I like Scott from ‘Pleasing Mia’. He is a really nice
guy! The whole story is about His love for the seemingly unattainable Mia and
we follow Scott through a multitude of emotion and self doubt.
Synopsis:
On a weekend visit to a
local nightclub, Scott, a quiet, good looking man, sets eyes on a beautiful
girl dancing with complete abandonment on the dance floor. Everybody is
watching her, though she seems oblivious to any attention she is receiving. The
girl (Mia) is simply lost in the music.
When
eventually circumstances lead her to succumb to his quiet charm Scott discovers
Mia’s wild sexual nature is not restricted to the dance floor. As he struggles
to keep up with her sexual prowess and ever changing moods Scott discovers a
side of himself that he had not deemed possible. Pleasing Mia is by no means an
easy accomplishment. Will Scott succeed?
Excerpt:
Sunlight beamed through the pale
roller blind adorning Scott’s small bedroom window and cast a warm ray on to
Mia’s golden hair. Scott woke sleepily and glancing
down, noticed that they had hardly moved all night. Mia was still lying
with her head on his chest. With her arm wrapped around him, she looked just
like a sleeping angel.
Scott glanced across to the alarm
clock. It showed 8:30a m. He wondered briefly if she had to go to work and
realised once again that he still knew very little about her. He wanted to make
her coffee but knew that to do that he would have to disturb her. Right now he
was happy to reflect in the brilliant shine her hair was affording him,
mirrored only by the glow within his soul. Lifting his head he kissed the top
of hers, tenderly. Mia stirred, and began to stroke his soft chest hair with her small hand. He could
feel his morning erection and longed to reach down to stroke against it with a
lazy but determined hand. There was no need, Mia had already found it and ran
her fingers the full length of him. He groaned deeply as his cock twitched with
appreciation.
“Good morning baby.” Scott
murmured.
Her reply was a slow smile followed
by her head lowering beneath the sheets towards her hand which was still
gripping him tightly.
“Oh!” he gasped as her
lips wrapped around him sliding him deep into her mouth.
Short Bio:
Gemma Parkes is a freelance writer from the UK who
specializes mainly in Erotic fiction. Her writing covers a variety of sexual
genres. Gemma enjoys fine wine, great food and the company of funny,
intelligent people who love life as much as she does.
Previous publication credits include short stories
with Ravenous Romance, Cleis Press, House of Erotica, Naughty Night's Press,
Yellow Silk Dreams and many more...
Buy links:
Contact me:
Thursday, March 6, 2014
BLMorticia Interviews Michael Mandrake - ILIR Blogtour N'awlins Exotica
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BL:
Hey peeps. This is BL on NNP’s blog, interviewing brother muse Michael
Mandrake, but before I bring him in a bit of news. *drum roll* My book Under
the Gun, that ironically used to be Michael’s has been contracted by Naughty
Nights Press. This book has a hot couple, Camdyn and Malik. Malik is a former
soldier while Camdyn is a PI looking for love and a new partner. Together they
make up Hardy and Day. This small novella series will feature the twosome on
big cases while they make sexy, hot love. *licks lips* I’ll be filling you in
some more as the time comes but lets bring in brother muse, Michael Mandrake.
*audience
claps*
MM:
*Michael walks in, dressed in a three piece suit and tie. Smiles at the camera.*
Hi there BL. Thanks so much for having me.
BL:
No prob bro. So tell us about I Love it Rough, the sequel to I Like Em Pretty.
MM:
Well, as you said, it is a continuation of Kajika and Frankie’s story, set in
New Orleans about two men getting together after a tragic event occurs. This
tale is a follow-up into their relationship but I add some suspense, murder,
and some sexual tension that makes this book in my opinion better than the
first. Its not a romance, more like a mystery, complete with a serial killer,
unrest between the characters and of course Kajika himself who is also
entertaining.
BL:
Yes he is. He’s a piece of work. I caught his interview a few days ago. And
what about the surprise you have planned?
MM:
Well, I have a couple. One might not make some people too happy but the other
should bring a smile to fans of Ryland and Ryder Durand. They’re making an
appearance in this story. How do I do it? You’ll have to read to find out.
*winks*
*Audeience
oohs and aahs*
BL:
Wow, bro. You sure you don’t want to give us a sneak peek?
MM:
No, I can’t BL. Then it would take away a big part of the story.
BL:
*pouts* Alright then Well tell us more about the series and how me an Rawiya
fit into this.
MM:
*smiles* Well you’re taking over the very spicy Kenina Porter
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| BL's book #3 Hell Hath No Fury |
*audience
boos*
MM:
*Michael’s eyes widen* Now, now, Kenina is very nice. She just needs some TLC.
BL is going to give her a great story too. She’s a woman scorned. And then you’re
writing book 4 which will be Orrin’s story.
BL:
Oh yeah, Orrin is the goods. *rubs hands together*
MM:
And then Rawiya takes over book 5 with Naomi, then back to me with book 6. And
actually you’ll be the first to know that there might be a book seven. I haven’t
really made up my mind but another character in this series needs some TLC as
well.
BL:
Ooh, well I’m looking forward to it Michael. Kenina is a gal after my own
heart. Now, last question, how would you summarize the N’awlins Exotica series in
one word?
MM:
*blinks* Just one? I’ll go for, saucy. *laughs* That’s the best way I can put
it. Its exotic, erotic, chaotic, it’s… all of these and more. It’s really a fun
collection and Im glad we’re all working on it together.
BL:
Great bro. Well thanks for stopping in and folks if you haven’t checked out
this series, please do. It is a blast!
*Audience cheers*
*Audience cheers*
Blurb
Livin’ in N’awlins ain’t all that easy…
Kajika Fortier loves his job, the attention he gets from onlookers, and Frankie Choteau. However, his new partner’s jealousy, mood swings, and over protectiveness drives Kajika to the brink but at the same time, excites him to no end. To complicate things further, a murderer is on the loose looking for blood. All three of the killer’s victims are strippers which not only makes Frankie nervous about Kajika’s safety but leaves him questioning his love for being a homicide detective. Coupled with the stresses of cold cases as well as some fellow officers shunning him for coming out, Frankie is having second thoughts about staying in New Orleans. Despite the encouragement from Vance, Kenina, and Orrin as well as new chief Quinn Murray, Frankie is wondering if his life’s passion really is to catch the killers.
Will the new couple survive these new issues that impede their nearly perfect union? Or will the relationship fail, thus leaving Kajika alone and a target for New Orleans latest serial killer? Detective Choteau and Kajika’s commitment to one another is being tested in more ways than one and they only have one another to lean on.
Excerpt
Kajika stepped out of the tub, grabbing the towel nearby to dry off. He’d been looking forward to spending the night and the early part of the day with his man, but duty called, causing Frankie to run out the door without saying anything more than ‘I’m gone’ and ‘I love you’.
Damn job.
Sometimes
Kajika wished Frankie worked a nine to five instead of the dreaded detective
position he held at the police station. They hadn’t had much time with the
workload being so large due to shortage of staff, and it affected their
relationship more than Kajika would’ve liked. At first he thought he could handle
it; the excitement of his hot homicide detective out in the streets solving
murders. Such a dangerous career but with it came nice money and accolades.
Although Kajika was scared to death of blood and dead bodies, he loved hearing
about some of Frankie’s cases, including the more intriguing ones that had yet
to be solved. Tonight though, he would’ve traded all that in for his Frankie to
be by his side.
In bed with me, where
he should be.
Kajika
finished wiping down and wrapped himself in his terry cloth robe to get ready
for bed. He’d thought about staying up and watching some television, hoping
that Frankie might return sooner than later, but he knew the truth. When called
in, detectives don’t make it back home within a couple of hours. More like a few
hours, or even half the day, would pass before he’d see his man again. As long
as he came home safe, Kajika would deal with the amount of hours he spent away
from their warm bed in Kenner, Louisiana.
On
the way to the bedroom, Kajika wrapped his hair in the towel, drying his long
strands. He glanced at the clock on the wall and grimaced when he noticed the
big and small hand hovering over the two.
“Shit.
Now I know I won’t see you until breakfast.” Kajika clicked his teeth and
stomped on the trail of rose petals, angered by their night being interrupted.
He pushed their bedroom door closed and leaned against the wood. “Damnit. We
haven’t done a whole lot other than late night cuddling, quickies in the
bathroom or on the kitchen floor. I need more than that, Frankie…I need−”
A
long buzz sounded from the dresser, and Kajika moved quickly to see who was
calling.
Frankie.
Frankie,
or at least Kajika hoped it was, calling him with the news he’d be returning
home sooner than expected. Although farfetched, Kajika could still wish his
husband to be back early. He gulped hard and said a little prayer before
clicking the connect button. “Hello?”
Silence
then a sigh. “Babe, it’s me… I… I got some real bad news to tell you,
sweetheart, but I’d rather you hear it from me as opposed to anyone else.”
Kajika
released a deep breath and shrugged. “Are you okay, love? Something bothering−”
“Naw,
I’m good, boo, but−” Frankie stopped a moment and blew hard through the phone.
Kajika
plopped on the bed and crossed his legs, wondering what the heck his man was
talking about. Bad news? What could it
possibly be? Kajika nibbled on his bottom lip while he toyed with the
frayed threads on his housecoat. “What is it, lover?”
“Babe,
the murder I got called in for was…” Frankie ceased speaking again and sounded
a little choked up about it.
Kajika
held his breath and blinked twice in succession. “Who Frankie? Come on, just
spit it out, right…who…”
“Lana
Miles, babe. Lana’s been strangled to death.” Frankie spoke quickly to get the
words out.
Kajika
stared straight ahead, and his heart caught in his chest. Oh my God! Unable to cope with what he’d just heard, he dropped his
phone and immediately the tears welled under his eyelids. Lana? Oh my God, who killed her? She was a good person…she…
“Kajika?
Babe, you there? You okay, love? Talk to me, honey.”
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The N’awlins Exotica/Paranormal series
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Join the characters as they take a wild ride on the edge, enjoying their town for all it has to offer. There’s a certain magic in the air, an erotic magic that cannot be ignored.
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Michael Mandrake pens complex characters already comfortable with their sexuality. Thorough these, he builds worlds not centered on erotica but rather the mainstream plots we might encounter in everyday life through personal experiences or the media. To find out more please visit http://tabooindeed.blogspot.com.
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Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Writing Conflict and Tension In A Romance Story
Elizabeth Black lives on the Massachusetts coast with her husband, son, and
four cats. You may find her on Facebook and on her web site.
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Since it's Women In
Horror Month, I thought I'd talk about my favorite female horror writer -
Shirley Jackson. Discussing one of the most powerful horror writers may seem
out of place on a romance blog, but hear me out. There are plenty of romances
with some scary and tense elements to them. The Gothic romances come to mind;
books like those written by Daphne du Maurier, the Bronte sisters works "Jane
Eyre" and "Wuthering Heights", and "Thunder Heights"
by Phyllis Whitney. Putting a woman in distress in a romance novel heightens
the relief felt when the hero rescues her.
Despite opinions to
the contrary, women can write scary and suspenseful books. Shirley Jackson is
the perfect example. I discovered Jackson in high school when my English class
read "The Lottery". I had never before heard of a writer whose story
so incensed people they they'd boycott a magazine. I wanted to have that kind
of effect on readers. Angry readers cancelled their subscription to The New
Yorker because they didn't believe Jackson's upsetting story belonged in their
highbrow magazine. Jackson laughed all the way to the bank and into literary history.
At the time I hadn't
known I had already been exposed to another one of Jackson's works, but it was
in movie form. I couldn't identify the scariest movie I'd ever seen for nearly
a decade. The only thing I could remember about it was that it ended with a
woman driving a car and a figure in white running in front of her. She lost
control of the car, crashed into a tree, and died at the scene. I only knew
that movie scared the piss out of me when I was 10 years old and I watched some
of it on Thanksgiving with my aunt and cousins. My mother probably didn't want
me to see it, but with the other relatives around, who was going to stop me? :)
I learned many years
later while watching a horror movie in the dead of night that the movie was
Robert Wise's "The Haunting". I didn't recognize it until I got to
that last scene. When I saw Eleanor Lance dodge the woman in white and crash
her car into that tree, I went nuts. I found that scary movie from a decade
ago! When I learned it was based on a book written by the same woman who wrote
"The Lottery", I borrowed the book from the library and read it in a
couple of days.
Shirley Jackson's
"The Haunting Of Hill House" scared the hell out of me. To this day,
it's one of my favorite horror novels. I've read some of her other works,
notably "We Have Always Lived In The Castle". Jackson was adept at
showcasing people's fears and prejudices, which if you think about it are
offshoots of each other.
Yes, women can write
pants on fire scary shit. Jackson is proof of it. When it comes to writing conflict and tension in a romance novel, look to darker fiction to get it right.
Friday, February 14, 2014
Happy Valentine's Day - 14 February
February 14, and it’s Valentine’s Day. For many it’s a time when people’s thoughts turn to love. The sending of cards and gifts is known to date back centuries. So how did it all begin?
The true history remains vague, but there is a myth that Valentine, a priest in Roman times fell in love and was imprisoned by Claudius 11 in AD 270. Before he was put to death however, he smuggled a letter out to his love, hence the very first Valentine. It’s a beautiful story even if it is only a myth.
Then in the fouteenth century it was Geoffrey Chaucer who linked the date to the Christian feast of love. He wrote the first Valentine’s poem:
Geoffrey Chaucer (ca. 1343-1400)
from The Parliament of Fowls
A garden saw I, full of blossomy boughs
Upon a river, in a green mead,
There as sweetness evermore enough is,
With flowers white, blue, yellow, and red,
And cold well-streams, nothing dead,
That swimming full of small fishes light,
With fins red and scales silver bright.
On every bough the birds heard I sing,
With voice of angels in their harmony;
Some busied themselves birds forth to bring;
The little coneys to here play did hie.
And further all about I could see
The dread filled roe, the buck, the hart and hind,
Squirrels, and beasts small of gentle kind.
Of instruments of strings in accord
Heard I so play a ravishing sweetness,
That God, that maker is of all and lord,
Had heard never better, as I guess.
Therewith a wind, scarcely it might be less,
Made in the leaves green a noise soft
Accordant to the fowls' song aloft.
Th'air of that place so a-temperate was
That never was grievance of hot nor cold.
There wax also every wholesome spice and grass;
No man may there wax sick nor old;
Yet was there joy more a thousandfold
Than man can tell; never would it be night,
But always clear day to any man's sight.
Valentine’s Day traditions of giving cards and gifts expanded and flourished all over World,throughout the centuries to present day. In fact here are a few traditions from different countries that are quite interesting.
In South Korea the Women send chocolates to men on Valentine’s day. The men reciprocate on a different day called White Day.
In Slovenia, 14 February marks the first day of working in the fields. St Valentine or Zdravko, giving him the Slovak name is the patron St of spring.. They have another day and St to celebrate love.
Japanese women are reputedly reserved about showing love and affection. However in 1936 a Kobe based confectioner started a new custom of gifting chocolate on this special day. Their sales immediately went through the roof.
So to end, don’t forget the love in your heart is meant for sharing and many a good book has been born from love too.
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Valentine's Day: For Everyone!
My first time on the Naughty Nights Press blog. How exciting. I guess I'd better introduce myself.
Hello, lovelies! I'm Phoenix. I've been fairly quiet since making my publishing debut last year, but it was a pretty hectic year for me. I can promise, though, that this year is the year of the Phoenix.
I write a variety of genres. I made my debut with the first in my paranormal erotic romance trilogy, Wolf Smitten. Book One, The Wolf in the Neighborhood, was released with NNP last January. Books two and three are soon to follow, as well as paranormal erotic shorts, sweet fantasy novels, and paranormal thriller epic novels, among others. Let's just say I like to keep things interesting.
So to kick off my first appearance, let's talk about tomorrow. Valentine's Day. Celebrated by couples and often shunned by singles, it's an interesting day, to put it simply.
Personally, I see it as just another day, as everyday should be celebrated for love and life. Though I won't deny being treated to chocolates, flowers and what not by my other half isn't highly enjoyed.
It isn't a day just for couples, however.
There are plenty of ways singles can enjoy the day thoroughly. Take-out for dinner, a nice candle lit bath and movies in bed for a nice relaxing time, or go out and have fun, flirt it up and have a girl's (or a guy's) night out. Check out the babes, enjoy yourself. Safely. One should never let their guard down, after all.
Valentine's Day is a day for everyone. You make it what you want. So what do you want?
Phoenix Johnson is an Australian author who has always had the passion for the written word. She had her nose in at least one book ever since she could read and would even scrutinize the back of the cereal box every morning at breakfast. It was only natural she take up writing.
After reviewing a few delicious titles for Naughty Nights Press as she wrote her first title, The Wolf in the Neighborhood, Phoenix was of one mind to submit it to NNP, and she hasn't looked back. She feels that being invited to write for the NNP blog is a great honour, and loves being part of the team!
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Voyeuristic Sex by Gemma Parkes
What exactly is it about furtive sex that excites us? Just
the mere thought of sneaking off somewhere and having sex where you know you shouldn't is sublimely thrilling! Add to that the idea of having sex with a
stranger and you create a fantasy that may keep you up for some time. What if
there was a possibility that you could be discovered during the act? For some
of us that would be a stretch too far but for others it’s an irresistible kick.
Voyeuristic sex features in many of my stories because to me it’s such an
exciting thought. The reality, of course, would be different or would it?
Personally I would not want to be watched by anyone but my
lover, but to watch someone else? That’s hot! Especially if they can’t see you
peaking:
Excerpt, ‘The Midnight Gathering’ ‘Park ‘N’ Ride’:
Pausing to duck down
behind a large overgrown briar he saw a clearing not 15 meters away. The music
appeared so much louder now. It was a thudding drumbeat, the tremors seemed to
be rising up through the very ground he crouched on. Danny saw that the
flickering lights he had seen previously were in fact coming from the dancing
flames of what looked like a campfire. There were several people standing
around. All males as far as he could see. They were gathering around something
in the centre, talking in low, excited voices.
Suddenly a gap appeared
as two of the men walked away to collect something from their bags. Danny’s
breath caught in his throat as he saw a beautiful, naked woman stood in the
middle of the men. She was dancing provocatively, her long black hair swaying
in the cool breeze of the night. As Danny’s eyes adjusted to the flickering
light he could see that the men were holding lighted flame torches towards her
body but not touching her. She sashayed around them, teasing and enticing,
dodging the flames by twisting and turning her body.
The two men who had
left the group now returned holding some items which Danny could not quite make
out. They closed the circle around the woman again and Danny’s view was
blocked.
Sensing the electricity
in the air, Danny was overpowered by the need to see what exactly was going on.
Everyone had their backs to him; all the men were watching the woman.
He broke cover from the
bush, grateful for his choice of clothing, black jeans and long sleeved T
shirt, both providing some camouflage in the darkness. Then he crept to another
bush so close that he could see the deep desire on the faces of the watching
men.
What about those who dupe other people into taking part in
their sexual fun?
Excerpt, ‘A Voyeuristic Lover’:
I played him the way Paul liked me
to. We chatted, we laughed, we drank some more. I caught Paul’s eyes and knew
that the time was right. Leaning in towards my prey, l whispered softly into
his ear. He moved quickly, hotly, beads of sweat already visible on his
forehead. He followed me outside.
Discreetly, and at a distance, Paul
followed too.
We went down a small alleyway at the
side of the bar, it was dark and deserted. I leant against the wall and fixed
my suitor with a sultry stare. That was all it took. He lunged at me, his
hands gripping my ass and sliding my dress up high. He groaned his desire
through his eager kisses as he found my nakedness. I caught a glimpse of
Paul in the shadows. It turned me on to see his face watching this young
man’s desperation.
He grabbed
at my breasts before dropping his trousers and freeing himself, lifting me
up by my thighs to push me back against the cold brick wall. He entered me
quickly and sharply. I cried out with the eagerness of his thrusts and saw Paul
smiling and beginning to stroke his own cock. I gasped at the power of this
strangers fuck as he pounded furiously up and into me grunting hard. My back scraped
against the sharp brick and l could see Paul clearly over his shoulder.
Did
he like what I was doing? Was l being a good girl for him?
The
stranger cursed as he pounded, he was too excited to hold back and it was
soon over.
This didn't disappoint me, l knew that Paul would reward his naughty girl once we
arrived back home.
The stranger hurried back
inside the wine bar once he'd finished with me and Paul stepped out of the
shadows as l smoothed down my skirt.
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