Erotic Poetry: Morning Wood

Look at you naked in the sheets fast asleep.

I slink under the covers, above your cock my mouth does hover.

Gently I lick and suck and moan, until you shift and flex and groan.

Each of your sighs sends heat between my thighs, and every time you grunt I feel it in my cunt.

Your fingers fist in my hair, holding my mouth just there.

Pleasure tightens in my core, as I wake you up like a dirty little whore.

Now I need to feel you deep inside, so just lay back while I ride.

The sun has not shown its first light, but that’s ok let your hands be your sight.

You’re so hard and so thick, you’re going to make me come with this big dick.

Suck my nips and grip my hips while I fuck us both into pure euphoric bliss.

Baby you feel so damned good… Fuck. I love morning wood.

Interview with author Lynn Miller

Lynn Miller lives in Johannesburg, South Africa. Her love for storytelling started before she was able read or write but she only found the time to pursue this lifelong passion once she sold her software business. Her magical tales weave the blurred grey between good and evil with love, family and friendship.

When she’s not writing, you can find her curled up with a cup of coffee and her kindle. She has always enjoyed both Romance and Urban Fantasy, and she writes in the genre that encompasses both: Paranormal Romance. She’s an outdoorsy city girl – comfortable at a campsite with her family or enjoying cocktails with her girlfriends. Continue reading Interview with author Lynn Miller

Anachronism: Someone not of their time or a lover of a simpler time. 

There’s something to be said for holding and reading a book; the smell of the ink, the crackle of the dust jacket, the weight of its pages… that is someone’s imagination right there in solid, tangible… destructible form. Continue reading Anachronism: Someone not of their time or a lover of a simpler time. 

The Power of the Pen

Happy Authors Guild

The pen is an instrument of discovery rather than just a recording implement.

-Billy Collins

Holding a pen in my hand is like having a magic wand with the power to turn the images, emotions, and ideas in my imagination into a tangible and shareable piece of literature. There’s something organic and pure and cathartic in using a real pen that you can’t get from a lifeless keyboard.

View original post 536 more words

Life: It’s where fiction comes from.

I was out on my back deck enjoying the crisp morning and a hot cup of coffee, discussing plot lines for a smut piece with my online writing group. All of a sudden, vicious snarling and pained screeches came from behind the garage.

I raced off the deck, knowing some poor cat or rabbit was about to be mauled by my Boxer and Lab-Whippet. Continue reading Life: It’s where fiction comes from.