What’s in the Author’s Bag? Jennifer and Morgan Locklear reveal… @MJLocklear @RandomCran

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 Have you ever wondered what is inside of your favorite author’s bag?  Well, Jennifer and Morgan Locklear share it all today on this week’s segment.  Enjoy!


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When it comes to my purse, I’m a minimalist. The less in there, the better and I’m always on a quest to find the smallest bag I can get away with.  I clean out my purse practically every morning before I leave the house because I can’t handle the prospect of toting around unneeded clutter, but there are a few items that are absolutely essential…

My wallet from London.  It was gifted to me and, all things considered, has held up remarkably well. My wallet is crammed full of business cards, gift cards, club cards, the recipe for a favorite alcoholic beverage, my driver’s license, my bank cards, some cash, a perpetual shopping list (why keep creating a list for the staples over and over again when I can be writing other things?) and a key card from the Heathman Hotel, which I must have forgotten to turn in to the front desk. Oops.

My keys.  I actually have two sets of keys – one for the car and one for everything else. I only displayed one set here because this keychain is a souvenir I bought during a trip to Canada a few years ago. Look closely and you might recognize the place I visited.

My EpiPen.  I have a severe peanut allergy that has landed me in trouble more than once.  After a particularly bad incident during my 20’s landed me in the ER overnight, my doctor told me the EpiPen would have to maintain a permanent residence in my bag. I’ve never had to use it, but I do admit it gives me peace of mind.

My Writing Journal and Pen.  My brain is always being bombarded with random bits of conversational exchanges. I found out the hard way that if I didn’t jot down notes right away, I’d forget the specifics later. I began carrying the journal with me so I can write moments down as soon as the inspiration hits. I don’t always know what my characters are talking about, but I record their thoughts and figure it out later. The journal helps me clear out my brain, kind of like how I clear out my purse. I honestly feel lost if I don’t have it nearby.

My Book of the Moment. This can either be a paperback or my kindle. There are several times a week when I’m just waiting somewhere for something, and those are perfect moments to pull out a book and read a few pages. Right now, I’m reading Days of Blood & Starlight, the second book in the Daughter of Smoke & Bone Series by Laini Taylor (a fellow Oregonian). My good friend, Mango, visited my home in April and brought this series to my attention when we visited Powell’s Bookstore in Portland.  It’s so good!

My Phone and My Charger. I can’t show you the phone because I used it to take this photo.  If my phone dies, so do I. Nuff said.


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I don’t have a purse, of course, and my wallet doesn’t have much, so I chose to expose the little catch all box I keep on my night stand.  It’s a box my sister gave me for my 40th birthday that’s painted with a New York City subway map.  Mostly I keep fun stuff in there, a tin of Beatles guitar picks, some Star Wars Attack of the Clones film cells, a pocket knife, a mini flashlight, a cool Celtic sun bracelet I got in Hollywood when Jenn and I went to see a-ha in concert and a device called a monocular. It helps me see sporting events and other things when I am in a large crowd.

The CD is a digital copy of a fascinating book that was discovered a hundred years ago but no one can decipher.  It’s called The Voynich Manuscript and it is filled with drawings of plants both domestic and foreign to Earth.  It’s written in a language no one has ever seen before and also contains some amazing star charts.  This digital copy allows detailed analysis but I am no closer than the world’s top scientists in decoding the narrative.

I keep my keys and glasses in the box at night, and occasionally some Jolly ranchers.


Wow!  Jennifer carries lots of goodies in her bag.  I am looking forward to reading your next book.    Morgan, I love that you shared that personal box of yours with your fans/readers.


Thank you both for participating in this week’s post.



Keep up to date with Jennifer and Morgan Locklear







Morgan and Jennifer Locklear met in 1989 as teenagers and became high school sweethearts. They have been married since 1995 and live in the Pacific Northwest region of the United States with their two children, a son and daughter.

Although both enjoyed creative writing in their youth, they have only been working as a writing team since 2010. Since then they have created a dozen full-length and short stories together.


Have you read their debut book?  

Here’s my review.

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Publicist Shaunna Noble is no stranger to the ego-filled dysfunction of Hollywood’s elite, but is she ready for her two biggest clients to turn into her worst nightmare?

Kyle Petersen and Michelle Cooper are Hollywood royalty, everyone’s favorite celebrity couple, but while on location filming their new summer blockbuster, Kyle ambushes his wife with divorce papers and orders Shaunna to destroy Michelle in the media. Unwilling to comply, Shaunna spectacularly and publicly quits her job, humiliating Kyle in the process.

David Quinn, a struggling actor cast alongside the A-listers, is caught in the crossfire. When pictures surface of David and Michelle out on the town, media and fans rush to crown them Hollywood’s new hot couple. Kyle explodes, tensions boil over, and everyone’s lives and careers are thrown into jeopardy.

So what’s a publicist to do? Especially when Shaunna finds herself falling in love with the sexy and talented David. Can she put out fires on the set while keeping the flames burning in the bedroom?

Love, lies and passion. What happens when the naked truth is exposed?







No Weddings Blog Tour + Guest Post + Giveaway by @KatBastion @Stone Bastion @No_Weddings

Blog Tour – No Weddings by Kat and Stone Bastion

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Award-winning author Kat Bastion teams with her husband, Stone Bastion, in this first book in the No Weddings Series about Cade Michaelson, a successful man with his sights set on a new venture in business, and Hannah Martin, the woman who makes it personal.

I think I have my act together as a successful bar owner, my master’s degree within reach, and a list of no-strings-attached women warming my bed. Turns out, I don’t.

Hannah believes she has safeguarded her wounded heart by shunning men and focusing on her new baking business. The thing is, she hasn’t.

When my three sisters and I form an event-planning business with Hannah as our baker, I have no idea how my life is about to change. As Hannah and I work closely together, the attraction between us becomes irresistible. And complicated. I’ve promised my sisters I wouldn’t mix business with pleasure. But I’ve never been one to follow the rules.

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Here is a fantastic Guest Post on Co-Authoring.  Thanks to Kat and Stone for sharing!


Top 10 of Co-Authoring as Husband and Wife



What are our Top 10 of co-authoring as husband and wife?

  1. Laughter. Daily. Tons of hilarious moments make the writing process a blast.
  2. Healthy debates. One of us often felt strongly about something like a scene or marketing step. Great decisions were made when we fought for things we believed in.
  3. Creative banter. Knocking ideas around makes for fantastic improv scene creation.
  4. Teamwork. Writing is typically a solitary endeavor. The support of a writing partner in all areas, from writing and editing to promotion and administrative, is powerful.
  5. Demystifying Mars and Venus. We learn more about each other and the differences between men and women as we develop our characters.
  6. Sex scenes. Ummm… Yeah.
  7. Spending time together. Gone are the days where writing separates us. Now it brings us together.
  8. Splitting up and teaming up. Two minds can edit and blog post or write and send emails simultaneously. We also loved tackling various aspects like editing together, each bringing a valued opinion to decision making.
  9. Creativity 24/7. We can create anywhere and everywhere. Our iPhone Notes is well used.
  10. Keeping balance. We give each other gentle reminder to turn off the book thoughts. We write hard. Then we unplug and play hard.



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Kat & Stone Bastion  Bio:
Award-winning and bestselling romance author Kat Bastion has teamed up with her husband Stone Bastion to create the new contemporary romance series No Weddings.
A few factoids about the writing team…
Kat enjoys her chocolate rich and dark, her music edgy and soul-filling, and her vacations exotic with toes dug into the sand. And she’s wildly, madly, deeply in love with Stone.
Stone likes pounding the trails on a mountain bike, vibrating the sound system with rock music, and down time spent on a stand up paddleboard. And he loves Kat wildly, madly, deeply…and then some.
Together, they’re having a blast bringing fun-filled romantic stories to life and hope you’ll join them in the exciting adventure.
Kat’s first published work, Utterly Loved, was a twentieth anniversary gift of love poems to Stone that they decided to share with the world to benefit charity. Net proceeds from Utterly Loved, and a portion of net proceeds from all their books, go toward charities involved in the fight against human trafficking.
Kat and Stone live amid the beautiful Sonoran Desert of Arizona.

Visit their blog at www.talktotheshoe.com, website at www.katbastion.com, &

their Twitter accounts https://twitter.com/KatBastion and https://twitter.com/StoneBastion for more information.
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Guest Post – Mina Vaughn – Blog Tour – How To Reprimand Your Rock Star @MinaVaughn

Guest Post by Mina Vaughn – Blog Tour

 How To Reprimand Your Rock Star

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Thank you Mina for this awesome guest post.  I love athletes!  Yes, baseball pants are sexy too. ~Susi


Guest Post: The Allure of the Athlete

By Mina Vaughn


Whether or not you read romance, you have to agree: athletes are hot. I’ve always loved the image of sweaty, muscled men battling it out on some type of field. Hockey players, soccer players, baseball players, all and each have a special place in my heart. And damn, baseball uniform pants are pretty much the sexiest uniform ever, amirite?


But let’s talk about female athletes for a minute. I’ve rarely seen any in romance before, so when I thought of who would be a perfect match for my submissive rock star, Keaton Lowe, instantly I thought I’d love to write a female athlete.


Female athletes rock. Whether it’s kick-ass tennis players like Anna Kournikova and the Williams sisters, or Olympic skiers or volleyball players or lacrosse players, sporty chicks are hot and deserve their place in the romance world. When I thought about Thea, the heroine from How to Reprimand Your Rock Star, I really wanted to write about the college experience and what her sexual awakening as a domme would be like. To me, the pinnacle of women in college sports is of course the prolific UConn Huskies. They are a force of nature. Even if you don’t follow college basketball, you know that the UConn women are champs.


I think having a very fit Domme makes sense. She’s going to be using her body for both pleasure and possibly punishment, so I think Thea’s workouts will help her with that. I also think she’s intimidating, being a tall young woman. But she’s also young, naïve and really beautiful. I don’t think Dommes all need to be scary and intimidating, but I wanted Thea to have many facets to her.


I also think we live in a world where women play more sports than they used to, and I think this is a population that ought to be represented in romance. I want people to be able to cheer for Thea, not just for conquering Keaton, but in her own right as a basketball phenom.


Keaton’s turned on by Thea’s fire—the way she takes him down a peg, the way her face blushes when she’s angry, and her dominance on the court and off. The notion of a sexy heartbreaker of a rock star needing someone like Thea, a headstrong firebrand who doesn’t care who he is, was a huge turn-on for me. I love the fact that Keaton is worshipped by millions, but Thea doesn’t care. She’s got her head in the game and her eyes on the prize. Heroines who have personal stakes and goals outside of love interests are always my favorite, so I tried to make Thea strong in that respect. I hope people agree!


Let’s hear it for the boys and girls of the court, the field, and the rink! So, who are your favorite sexy athletes, and why?


Thanks for having me!


About the Author

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Kink with a wink! Mina Vaughn is an international woman of mystery and a shoe whore with a heart of gold. When she’s not writing her unique brand of fun smut, she’s plundering Sephora for any pin up girl makeup she can find. Mina’s debut novel, an erotic comedy entitled How to Discipline Your Vampire is about a punishment-seeking vampire who meets a quirky Domme with a serious role play fetish, available now from Simon and Schuster’s Pocket Star. How to Reprimand Your Rock Star, a sexy New Adult contemporary romance about a basketball phenom and a world-famous rocker, arrives Summer 2014.  How to Punish Your Playboy arrives Spring 2015.

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Happy V Day–V for Vinyl by Mina Vaughn

Today’s Valentine’s Day post comes from Mina Vaughn.

Thank you Mina. You rock!


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Happy V Day—V for Vinyl!

By, Mina Vaughn


Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! V-day is usually associated with chocolates, cards and sometimes naughty gifts. I’m here to introduce my absolute favorite in kink items….

…drumroll please…

Vinyl tape!

Yes, bondage tape.

Why do I love this stuff? Oh, I can count so many ways.

One, it sticks to itself and not skin. Duct tape, while fun when you’re putting it over clothing, would absolutely wreck your skin or hair. Yuck! I mean, if you want an impromptu waxing, that’s great and all, but OW!

Vinyl bondage tape comes off with no stick, no residue and it can be re-used.


Secondly, it is SO SEXY looking. You can make yourself (or your partner) outfits out of it if you want. I usually buy black, but you can get red or other colors.  Hell, go all out and make a bikini and boots out of it and have your Valentine unwrap YOU!

Lastly, it’s featured heavily in my upcoming book, How to Reprimand Your Rock Star, which comes out this July from Simon and Schuster. My heroine, Thea, is a college athlete and uses tape to bandage up her bum knee quite a bit. But when she meets rock star Keaton Lowe and he suggests she use her medical tape in…more creative ways, well, the whole notion of tape as a bondage tool gets a whole lot more interesting. Then, once Thea meets Scarlett, a local Domme, who teaches her the ropes quite literally, Thea stocks up on vinyl bondage tape to tie up her rock god submissive.

Hot, hot, hot.

So, go out there and grab something sexy and stick-free. You can get bondage tape at most kink retailers but I enjoy lovehoney.com in particular. Plus they have a great loyalty points program.

Happy V-day, all!

Here’s a summary of How to Reprimand Your Rock Star:

In this fun and saucy romance novel, all-star college basketball player Thea dominates on the courts—and off—with a rock star who is determined to win her over.

Thea is a star basketball player at UConn on track to be Rookie of the Year. That is, if she can stay focused on the game. Lately that hasn’t been going so well, as her knee has been bothering her. But that’s not the only thing on her mind…

Ever since rock star Keaton Lowe surprised her in the girl’s locker room, Thea can’t stop thinking about him. On top of his status and enticing ways, he seems to know everything about her. But some of his actions cross the line, and Keaton needs to be punished. Will Thea keep her head in the game, or get distracted by her other favorite pastime—reprimanding her rock star?

Add How to Reprimand Your Rock Star to Goodreads: http://bit.ly/1bWIpM6

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Short Story – A Writing Life by Benjamin McQueen

Today’s post is steamy.  It is an erotic short story written by the very talented writer Benjamin McQueen.   

This short story is for 18+.  Enjoy! 

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 By Benjamin McQueen

1. Remember when you whipped me as I laid prone across the altar at the Cathedral? Remember when you teased me with one finger, just one damn finger, on the hill that overlooked the town? Remember when we came so hard that the sweat dripped from us for an hour and we had to sleep exhausted in the back room of the club. Do you remember anything Tim? Julie sat gazing out of the window and wondered if her husband ever thought about the old days. The sound of him hitting the keys on the keyboard drummed away. Outside the wind blew at the falling leaves, it looked cold out there. Her knees were pulled tight to her chest as if bracing herself for the long winter to come. Her reflection jagged across the glass, dancing a melancholic performance which she tried to ignore. She knew she was growing old, fifty four wasn’t an age she particularly wanted to be but it was her. For sure she could hold onto the images of youth forever but the truth was always waiting for her whenever she looked in the mirror. She turned away from the cracks in her skin and the thinning of her hair and allowed the sound of Tim’s flowing typing to cocoon her. The sound had become so instrumental in their lives, it was the theme tune, the rhythm so entwined in their matter that it was as common to her as birds singing or rain falling. ‘Here how does this sound?’ Tim asked sometime later as she broke from the pitying trance. He was still a very attractive man, for him the passing of time had proved beneficial. As he began to speak his voice crackled with the boyish excitement she knew all too well. He sprung back from the desk and rested his arms behind his head, she could tell he was pleased with what he had written. The girl pulled her limp frame from the floor and stared deep into the eyes of this mysterious man. Her legs, thin silly wires, dangled below her, barely strong enough to hold her up. He reached across and took hold of her hair.  This girl was everything he desired she was the fresh challenge he was searching for. ‘I’m very happy with you today girl’ With one strong movement he reached out and took a fist of her hair, dragging it into a taut pony tail. Her face exploded with fear and trepidation. ‘I’m going to have to push you further this time’ His voice stern and abrupt ushered her across the room to the waiting bed. ‘Lay down on your back’ He ordered, guiding her timid shell like body into the perfect position with her head hanging from the edge. He stood back and watched her as she lay down looking back up at him. ‘Open your mouth’ Her hair flowed down the edge of the bed, the copper red strands escaping to the floor. He moved forward stroking his growing hardness and with one hand he stroked her trembling face. ‘Make sure you keep it as wide as possible’ The sound of her gasps only fueled the desire as he forced himself into her mouth. The need was upon him, here was his girl willing to let him be as he wanted and he wanted to push it as far as he could. He thrust hard, picturing himself slipping so far down her throat that she could no longer breath. He thrust firmly, wanting to cum so hard that she wouldn’t get a chance to taste it. To fill her throat with all of himself, to leave a mark so indelible that she would remember forever. He spun round in his chair to face her. ‘Well?’ He asked obviously giddied by his own work. There was a long pause. ‘Are you writing about her again?’ Julie asked already knowing the answer to follow. ‘Hey?’ ‘The girl, are you writing about the girl with the copper red hair again?’ The pause had left an air of mistrust between them. ‘Of course’ he replied without hesitation. Julie squirmed uncomfortably. This was the third book with this new heroin. Lowering her legs she looked around the room, all around them the shelves sat full with the hundreds of titles that they had written. Twenty years they had been at it. It had made them rich and famous but now it wasn’t the same. To begin with they had written about themselves, they wanted to document their life as dominant and submissive but lately there had been a change. Tim had started writing alone, before she had seen their work almost as extended foreplay. It was true he still wrote in the front room, he even still did it in front of her, like today, but it just wasn’t the same. He no longer talked to her about it, he would read it out loud as much as just to show off then to actually gain her opinion. They were known as the first couple of D/s erotica, the pin ups from a new liberated generation spilling out the very details of what made them tick. Yet now this room seemed hollow, all the books that looked back at her seemed to be tainted. ‘She’s a real hit don’t you think’ Tim said without paying any attention to his wife’s unease. ‘She’s definitely got you enthralled that’s for sure.’ Julie offered lightly. ‘I think she’s the sexiest thing we’ve ever come up with’ He could never know how much these words wounded her. They struck a dagger straight to her heart, one she could never recover. She felt the tears well up. ‘I can’t believe how well she’s gone down, they’re lapping her up, the first two books sold like hot cakes’ he added. Julie turned away from her husband and stifled her tears. He just didn’t get it. ‘I don’t know why I didn’t write about this girl sooner?’ ‘Because you had me!’ The voice inside her head screamed out as she ran sobbing from the room.

2. Remember when you left me tied up all afternoon while you went out to the pub? Remember you spent hours training me to take your entire fist inside me. Do you remember the pictures I took and the places I took them? They hadn’t always written erotica, or porn if you listened to her mums opinion. Once, a long time ago now, they were simply hedonists. They had met outside the only S and M club either of them had ever heard of. It was a weird town house lurking anonymously next to dentist surgeries and bookshops, the type of place hundreds of people would walk by every day and not give a second thought too. Tim was stood skillfully smoking a sharp white cigarette whilst she was perched nervously on a garden wall, the both of them trying to build up the courage to go in. She always saw him just as he was that night, slim crouch hugging jeans, bright white shirt. That image of him was pure perfection to her. Her heart skipped even now at the moment he came over and spoke to her. The electricity as he slipped his hand into hers and simply uttered the words ‘What have we got to lose?’ Since that day to this one they had never spent longer than one night apart. She looked over at his greying hair, he was scanning the screen of the computer with a deep concentration. He had always made her feel so special and wanted. The erotica they wrote was so personal and intimate. She got up and went over to the bookcase. She picked up the first one they had ever written. It was called A special kind of bond.They were penniless and living in a one bedroom flat share at that time. The cover glowed with an old green tinge, the raised lettering had started to fade. She raised it to her nose and smelt the musk. She always loved the smell of books. She ran her finger across the pages and stopped about halfway, the pages had become discoloured by time. She began to read. ‘You`ll take as much as I tell you too!’ Her spine dug into the bed, her dominant spun the dial higher and the reaction was instantaneous. Her head flung back with a snap, eyes rolling back revealing the clear pure whites. The power unit hummed away accompanying her uncontrollable moans. He pinned her ankles down, his rough hands taking little care for her comfort. ‘Be still!` He ordered and somewhere deep inside her she was capable of obeying. The dial was turned higher and the volts flowed through her. It was amazing to see the muscles flickering away and he was totally in control. The tiny pads clung greedily to the lips of her soaking pussy sending wave after wave of lightening through her entire body. The old familiar twinges momentarily spasmed inside her once more. Those days were so special to her, they all seemed to be about new experiences and cherishing one another. She flicked to a few pages further on. The taste of his release was the sweetest thing she had ever known. All she wanted was to be at his side and for him to do as he pleased. Once more she opened her eyes, he had covered her entire face and all she wished for was to guide it into her mouth and taste it once again. ‘Don’t you dare eat it up!’ He ordered. With a large forceful paw he struck her across the face and began to scoop up his own cum wiping it roughly into her aching breasts. ‘I’ve got something for you to taste’ he said with a devilish tone. Pushing her to the floor he pinned her down by kneeling on her fore arms, and thrusting his rear into her face. ‘Eat that!’ He demanded. How far away all that now seemed. She glanced back over at Tim, he was rubbing his chest with a greedy appetite for what he had created. That was once a reaction she and only she would bring about but now she wasn’t so sure. ‘Is she real?’ Theses were the words she really wanted to ask, but she was too afraid to hear the answer.

3. Do you remember telling me there would be no one else? Remember trailing me around the clubs in Berlin in nothing but a pearl G-string and leather leash? Remember whipping me till I bled and then bathing me so tenderly afterwards? Tim do you remember anything of what we used to be? Displaying your most intimate moments on paper was such a delicate balance. It was always a fine line between realism and truth and exposing yourself totally to the world. Julie realised that she had given up her voice to Tim. Although they wrote together, it was he who ultimately typed in the words, he was God of it all. Before this wasn’t a problem because she was so sure in what they were doing, it was glorious and freeing to document it all. However with the birth of this new girl, the character of far greater fascination to her husband, she began to feel those walls of safety and certainty crumble. Had any of it been real? Was she just a fleeting inspiration, so easily dropped for another. So it was that three days later Julie followed her husband. It wasn’t intentional at first, that’s what she told herself anyway, she had found herself on the same street just as he happened to pass in the distance. At first she was merely going in the same direction as him but after three hours she had to confess she was in actual fact following him. She had to know. The tiny little voice was eating away at her, the doubts, the fear, the crippling redundancy. That morning she had picked up the another of the books he had written about the copper haired girl. At the time it was written she had convinced herself that they were still writing about themselves however as her hands trembled re-reading she knew what fool she had been. The afternoon had grown warm and the sunlight ran in coloured waves into the house. She stood in the doorway, another stunning strand of celestial gold, her eyes fixed solidly to the floor. ‘You know that I’ve been watching you’ he asked. ‘Yes’ she replied timidly. ‘So you know I want you then?’ She shook her head in acknowledgement, her eyes still baring into the wooden flooring. Reaching out he could no longer hold himself back. Her silk like hair ran through his fingers. ‘So what are we going to do with you?’ The girl shrugged her shoulders and he pulled her chin up so that their eyes met. This girl was years younger than him, there was a thirty year age gap, but still he couldn’t see beyond his need for her. ‘What is it you’ve got in your hand?’ He asked She slowly brought her hands in front to show him. Opening her fingers she revealed her silk panties. His heart kicked ferociously and he grabbed her waist. She brandished the gift into his face and he licked the wetness that was all over them. The taste of her excitement was overpowering, immediately he ripped down her skirt and plunged his fingers inside her. Her body recoiled at this invasion and she buried her head into his shoulder. Lifting her off her feet he wrestled himself free from his trousers and stroked his surging dick against her sodden lips. Her moans fanned his fire and as her legs wrapped around his waist he entered her without taking care for her comfort. Her tightness was a shock and also a challenge to him as he drilled her hard against the wall not giving a care to who might walk in and catch them. He was in love with her! That was her fear, the same love that used to belong to her. Where would she go, what would become of her if he no longer needed her. For most of the afternoon she had felt like a lost fool. Following her husband around like some broken and disregarded toy she tried to convince herself that maybe it was all in her imagination. She saw nothing. She returned home and felt she was growing silly in her old age. But still this girl loomed large over them. Was she real? Did he now treat her as he once did her? The thoughts spun over and over in her mind, it was unrelenting. The next few minutes flew by in a blur of anger and desperation, she could hardly acknowledge her own movements. Knelt at the desk she saw through tear stained eyes as the words disappeared from the screen. Her finger beating against the delete button until it stung with a warm pain. Eventually it was completely gone and she sat back in her old familiar worn spot on the sofa and stared back out of the window. She had nowhere else, no one else. She would have to sit and wait for him to return and accept the punishment, her body shook as she begged silently for there to be a punishment.

About the Author- Benjamin McQueen

Follow his blog page for more news about his writing at https://benjaminmcqueenerotica.wordpress.com

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