Yep, I am working on the book and believe me juggling the blog and writing is crazy. Like how do I choose what to write for the blog and what to keep for the book?
So being the “remember your blog” type of woman that I am, I’ll share some of what I am working on.
Thing is will you buy the book? At least think about it, you see the book version of this blog will be no holds barred. There will be something for everybody, erotica, fetish, interracial, kink, alternative lifestyles…yes I am going all out.
Here’s what I am writing at the moment:
That Big Daddy Thing
Bang, right in the middle of a hard fuck, came the request “Call me Daddy”.
I was like at the time “What did you say?”.
He said “Call me Daddy”.
I thought either he has lost his fucking mind, or he thinks that I have some unresolved issues.
“I have a daddy of my own, why do I need another one for?”.
“Alright, alright, have you never had sex that felt so good, that you had to call a man big daddy”.
“Nah, prove it, what you got”.
Well, fuck me, I had my legs raised up in the air, spinning cartwheels and shit, while he put me through my paces.
My hair looked a mess, I was out of breath, at the time I was in my 20′s I was supposed to be fit and healthy.
“Bet you thought I couldn’t do you like that, huh?”
I had to agree Mr America had fucked me silly, in no less than 12 positions. Then he got up and went for a jog afterwards. While I lay there thinking “What the fuck just happened”.
He had a tongue so long that it could felt like a freaking miniature dick; he was straight up nasty. Nasty enough for me to risk everything, nasty enough for me to suck him off like I was competing in the best Cock Sucker contest. Was I fiending for him? Yes I was and he knew it.
“That’s right you get your rest on, we ain’t finish yet, you know I got to eat that nice juicy pussy before you leave”.
He pulled me down on his face and began to eat…
