Smut Sunday with @MeganSlayer ~ Flowers #romance #dirty

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I dunno… I saw these flowers and thought, these could be used as a story starter for a D/s story. Something like she shows up in nothing but those flowers. Yeah? One tucked behind her ear and nothing else on. What do you think? What makes you think of smutty?

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By George Chernilevsky (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Let me know!!

And here’s a sample of Best I Ever Had – one of my favorite smutty stories!! Only $.99!!

Best I Ever Had by Wendi Zwaduk Best I Ever Had New Cover 1

Scarred Hearts, #1

Publisher: Megan Slayer

 The objective—keep her safe. No one said anything about falling in love.

All she wanted was a pint of ice cream, not to be a witness to a double murder. Good thing Emma’s got not one, but two, sexy men willing to keep her safe. As long as she can keep her hands to herself.

Sam’s mission? To find the man responsible for the murder. He’s not going to rest until the streets are safe, even if it means having his best friend guard his best girl. It’s the best option, right?

Quint never dreamed he’d be attracted to his best friend’s wife…and his best friend. He’s got to keep his hands to himself all while figuring out what he wants from life, even if love equals Emma and Sam in Quint’s bed.

Is love in the cards or are they going to go up in flames before they get started?

 

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1102435287

Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/Best-Menage-Romance-Scarred-Hearts-ebook/dp/B01E2LK3EA/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1460426493&sr=1-2

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EXCERPT –

©Wendi Zwaduk, 2016, All Rights Reserved

Six months of waiting in hiding hadn’t eased her mind. Living in the gated community helped, but if someone wanted her dead, it would happen. Gates and armed guards didn’t stand a chance against a machine gun or whatever served as Morales’ weapon of choice. He wanted her to keep quiet, no matter what.

No toys or quickies with Quint would erase her pain. “Catch him so it’s all over.” Emma blinked back tears of frustration. “I want my life back.”

She touched the picture of Sam on the counter. Her heart squeezed in her chest. He didn’t have to go to the lengths he’d gone to for her. I won’t risk losing you. She sighed. What if she lost him in the process?

“I miss him, too.” Quint placed his hand on hers.

Emma bumped shoulders with him and wiped her cheeks. “I know. I’m glad you’re here. I’d be stir crazy alone.”

“Won’t be long, now.” He kissed her temple. “Promise.”

The words failed to comfort her. “If I’m not safe in the Leatherwoods, I’m not safe anywhere. Do you hear that, Quint? I’m done.” She shoved the newspaper into the recycle bin and headed to the refrigerator. Emma withdrew a half-empty bottle of rose wine. “If I want to sip a glass of wine on my balcony, then by God, I should be able to.” She nodded to herself and poured a generous amount into a wine goblet. “You can watch for all I care. I want to have a normal life again.”

She balanced the wine glass in her fingers and picked up a lighter for the citronella candles and her book from the table. She shoved the lighter in her back pocket and stuck her book under her free arm. Emma crossed the room and stepped through the sliding doors. The potted pansies fluttered in the slight wind. She dropped the book on the lounger and left the wine glass on the ground beside the chair.

“Seems like a nice time to take in some afternoon sun.” Shielding her eyes with her hand, she glanced around at the neighboring terraces. For a humid late July afternoon, no one seemed to be home and that suited her fine. “Looks like we’re alone, anyway.”

“You try my patience,” Quint growled. He plopped down onto the balcony railing. “Anyone with a good shot could take your ass out right now. Why are you chancing it?”

“I’m not chancing anything with you standing there ready to take the bullet,” Emma snorted. Six months of having someone watching her managed to kill her modesty. Sure, time spent in her bedroom meant time alone. Anywhere else in the apartment gave Quint ample view of what she did. Most of the time his presence didn’t bother her. He was Sam’s best friend. They shared everything—except her. So she enjoyed strolling to the kitchenette every once in a while in the nude? Quint, being the consummate good guy with a foul mouth, never acted on impulse. Sam alluded to wanting a threesome with her and Quint. Based on Quint’s reactions, she doubted the event would happen—the talk needed to evolve into action.

Whatever.

“I’m going to immerse myself in a book.”

 

Smut Sunday ~ Flip Through My Pages with @MeganSlayer

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It’s Memorial Day weekend here in the United States and everyone seems to be out barbecuing. Don’t get me wrong. I love some good barbecue. But this weekend is to remember those who fought for our freedom–wherever they’ve fought. I thank all of those who gave all.

But this is also a Smut Sunday weekend. Time for something hot. Now, the books below aren’t necessarily hot, but they brought to mind all sorts of story starts…aka plot bunnies. What happened at this library? Is a private one or public? Who was there? What did they do? How kinky did they get? Yeah, these are the places my mind goes. Heh heh.

Bookshelf Prunksaal OeNB Vienna AT matl00786ch

By Matl (own work (photography)) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

What about you? What kinds of fun smut do you see in this photo? I love books, so I can see lots happening here. In fact, I’m off to jot down the plot bunny that just showed up based on this image. Let me know what you’ve come up with and you just might see mind in one of my upcoming books!

Everyday Kinky Challenge #8

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I thought I’d keep with the library theme. Also thought I’d check in on Evan and Lisa. That meeting earlier was pretty hot. Imagine being caught masturbating in the library and he’s interested in joining in! Here’s the next part of their story.

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By Dr. Marcus Gossler (Own work) [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html) or CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/)], via Wikimedia Commons

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I couldn’t believe what I’d seen. The woman I’d lusted after for the last month was in the library and masturbating. I hope it was because she’d seen me, but I wasn’t sure. I mean, I’m not awful on the eyes, but I’m not super hot. But her? My mouth waters each time I see her.

I’d plunked her on the writing desk, but there was something else I wanted to do. Sure, I wanted the windows up here on the tenth floor fogged, but I’d always wanted to fuck against the card catalogue. Sounds silly? I love books. Love the thrill of the chase and I prefer the little cards in the catalogue. I helped her to her feet, then kissed along the back of her neck. When she placed my hands on her breasts, I didn’t argue.

“You’ve been working out more,” I said. “I love the way the outfit clings to your curves.” So I wasn’t the best with romance. I tried.

“I wanted you to notice me.” She ground her ass into my crotch. “Did you?”

“I have now. Did from the first time I spotted you coming into the library.” I moved her hair out of the way. “I want you.”

“Then take me.”

I slid my palms down her torso to the elastic of her yoga pants. I’d never been fans of the pants–until now. I shoved the flimsy fabric down past her knees. Whoever had stacked the old card catalogues up here hadn’t given much thought to placement. But the stair-step stacking was perfect for sex. I helped her onto the wooden box. She waggled her butt at me. Her cream coated her pussy lips.

I groaned. Damn. This was the hottest thing I’d ever done. Scratch fucking in the library off my bucket list. I withdrew my wallet and grabbed the condom I kept there. Within seconds, I had the wallet back in my pocket and the rubber on my dick. I grasped her hips and guided myself into her heat. Shit. She clenched around me. I never wanted to leave her sweet heat.

“Fuck,” I bit out. I wasn’t going to last long. I seated myself fully within her and groaned again. “So hot.”

“Yeah.” She held tight to the furniture. Once I started moving, she bucked against me and helped me build up a steady rhythm. My belly clenched and my balls ached. I knew this wouldn’t be long. “Lisa.”

“Right with you.” She arched her back and moaned. “I need to come.”

Good. So did I. I growled and pushed hard into her cunt. I emptied my load into the condom and held her tight. She shivered beneath me.

For the first time since I’d caught her, I wondered if we’d been spotted. Of course I hadn’t picked a nice corner or a dark spot. Nope. Right along the wall beneath a window and the bright light. I didn’t hear anyone.

“Next time we do this in a bed,” she murmured.

“You bet.” I’d make damn sure there were at hundred next times. Now that he’d had a taste of her, he wanted more. Lots more.

 

Everyday Kinky Challenge #7

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I love my books and could get lost at the library. This week’s challenge, which was supposed to be last week’s but was preempted for the blog hop, features the library. 🙂

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I’d met him there a hundred times before. Well, by met, I mean we passed each other and I caught his eye once or twice. I should say hi to him, but I’m shy. What if he’s not into nerdy girls who love the smell of books and wandering the aisles looking for new reads on the shelves? I’d be mortified. Besides, keeping him a fantasy is more fun.

I noticed him today. I stood in the middle of one of the aisles and watched him above the row of books. He was alone. He’d brushed his strawberry blond hair away from his forehead and hadn’t shaved in a while. The stubble covered his cheeks and chin. I never considered myself a beard aficionado, but on him the look worked.

Everything within me warmed. What if he saw me? Would he say hi? Stop? I had to be quiet. Still, I wanted to watch him. I also wanted to get off. Good thing I was up on the tenth floor with the art books. Hardly anyone except for him and me came up here.

I leaned forward against the books. The hard spines brushed my taut nipples. I suppressed a shiver and a moan. With the scent of the books, the fine eye candy two aisles over and my nearly non-existent sex drive in overdrive…I slid my hand beneath the waistband of my yoga pants. Good thing I’d gotten in my workout before coming to the library. I eased my fingers between the lips of my cunt. Holy shit. I was so wet. I imagined him kissing me. Holding me from behind and pinching my nipples while he pushed his dick deep into me. Did I just moan? I’m not sure. I rubbed my clit and basked in the waves of pleasure crashing in my being. Damn, this felt good.

I gripped the divider between the shelves and tried not to whimper. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d done something so risque. Probably like never. But I was close now. Just looking at him had me hot.

I peeked over the row of books and continued to rub my clit. The guy wasn’t in his aisle. I panicked. He wasn’t anywhere down the row. Where’d he go?

“That’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.”

I’d never heard him talk–not so close. I froze. He’d found me. I didn’t look over at him. I couldn’t.

He stood beside me. “I’m Evan. I’ve seen you here so many times.” He tipped my chin and forced me to meet his gaze. “Watching you masturbate in the library is hot as hell, but I’d rather be a part. Want to do more than just play with yourself?”

I nodded. I wanted to do so much more. “With you?”

“There’s no one else here but us.” He eased my hand from my pants. “Who is my mystery woman?”

“Lisa,” I managed. Oh my God. What was happening? Was he going to fuck me? Why did I want that more than ever?

He led me over to the writing desks along the back wall. With no trouble, he plunked me onto the warn surface. “We’re going out after this. You and me. Yes?”

“Yeah.” We were? He was interested in me?

“Good. Now let’s see if we can fog the windows up here.”

 

Everyday Kinky Challenge #6

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It’s time for the Kinky Challenge. I’m keeping with the theme of books. I love books anyhow and this image intrigued me. Enjoy!Cigarette smuggling with a book

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I saw the box when I came home. He’d left it on the table for me. Part of me wanted to wait until he came back, but the rest of me needed to know what was inside. I opened the card.

Open Me.

Well, that was direct. I did what the note said. I opened the box. The book, beaten and weathered, sat within the tissue paper. A book? I like reading, but I prefer new ones.

Still, if he’d gone through the trouble of finding this book, I’d accept it. I opened the cover and turned the first two pages.

“Ah, so you did open it.” He came up behind me. “Aren’t you curious?”

“About the gift? Yes.” I turned another page and noticed the cutout. “What’s this?” I touched the package within it. “Condoms?”

“Of course.” He opened my pants and tugged them down around my thighs. He took the condom from the package.

I shivered. “Open me.” I gripped the edge of the table and spread my legs as much as I could with my pants around my knees.

I heard the snap of the condom on his dick and felt the chill of lube down the crack of my ass. He barely gave me time to think before he pushed into me until his hairs ticked my ass.

“Aren’t you glad you opened the present? Now I’ve got mine, too,” he whispered.

I nodded. What a good dual gift. I couldn’t wait to be his over and over again.

Everyday Kinky Challenge #5

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Time for the kinky challenge. I know, this week is a two-fer. Shrug. Things got out of hand last week, but they’re back in order this one. Plus, I couldn’t skip out on the challenge. Enjoy February and the books!Old book bindings

By Tom Murphy VII (Own work) [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html), CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/) or CC BY-SA 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

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I love big books. I know. You’re expecting me to say I can not lie. Well, I can’t, but I do love big books. I love the smell, the feel of the crinkled pages and the artwork in many of them.

My boyfriend approached me yesterday with a new book. I’d never seen it before. The binding was cracked and the pages dog-eared. I wanted to pounce on it and leaf through to see what secrets it held.

He yanked the book away from me. “Not yet.”

I stuck my lip out. Damn it. “What do you want?” I didn’t have to ask. I knew. This was our game.

“You can have the book for… a blowjob.”

I dropped to my knees in front of him. Did I mention books were my weakness? They were. So is my boyfriend. I fumbled with his pants and unzipped him, then withdrew his dick from his jeans. He widened his stance and groaned.

“Yeah.” He put the book on the table behind him, then threaded his fingers into my hair. “Yes.”

I sucked him between my lips. I’m sorry. I wasn’t about to use finesse right now. I licked and slurped on his cock, loving the way he throbbed in my mouth. He rammed his dick against the back of my throat and pulled on my hair. I didn’t mind. I buried my nose in his pubic hair and swallowed.

“Jesus, yes.” His grasp on my hair tightened.

I knew it wouldn’t be long now. I love my boyfriend, but he never takes long to come when I go down on him. Some women wouldn’t appreciate that. I like it because we can get down to round two faster. I allowed him to thrust into my mouth until the shivers started. He grunted and when I glanced up at his face, he’d closed his eyes. Yep, not long now.

He lurched forward and spilled his seed in my mouth. I swallowed what he’d given me and allowed him to slide between my lips a few more times as the orgasm subsided.

“Damn.” He let go of my hair and moaned. “You win. The book is yours.” He sank onto the floor in front of me. “But.” He curled his fingers under my chin. “When you read it, you’ve got to be naked.”

I tipped my head to the side. “Why?”

“If you’re going to read the Kama Sutra, you should be naked so we can try out the positions.” He grinned. “Right?”

A vintage copy of the Kama Sutra. Damn, I loved that man. “Deal.”

Everyday Kinky Challenge #4

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It’s time for the Kinky Challenge. I love these and hope you do, too.

This week features the drawing below. What do you make of it? I’ve got a few ideas. This one’s the last of the January art theme. Enjoy!

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Kenyon Cox [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

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He asked me to pose. I’m not good about being naked. Hell, if I had my way, I’d be clothed all of the time. It’s not that I don’t like being nude. It’s my insecurities. Yeah, I’ve got a few. But he begged and said he needed the drawing for his project. Who am I to argue?

I stripped out of my robe and sat on the block in the drawing room. Did you think we did this at the house? Oh, no. If he was going to draw me, he had to go all the way. No silly posing at home. Nope. This was going to be in the middle of the art wing of the college. Sure, he’d picked an empty room, but there was nothing empty about the crowd outside.

I sat on the blocks and propped the book on my lap. At least I could look down instead of at him or the bank of windows in front of me.

My heart raced. I should be scared and worried. I was naked for anyone who walked past the windows to see. But oddly enough, I wasn’t. My skin tingled and my pussy creamed. Holy fuck. Did I like this? Like being on display? I shivered and hoped he hadn’t seen me move. My nipples tightened and I had to force myself to keep my breathing level. He hadn’t touched me, but knowing I was on display turned me on.

He seemed to take forever with that drawing. I don’t know how long I sat there, but it was an eternity in my eyes. With charcoal smudged on his hands, wrists, arms and face, he abandoned the drawing and crossed the room to where I sat.

“You like being the center of attention, don’t you?”

I couldn’t lie. “I did.” My insecurities melted away for the length of time he drew me.

“Got you all wet, didn’t it? Knowing anyone could see you? You were so turned on.”

“Uh-huh.” I panted. Fucking hell, he had me on edge.

“Then come with me into the dressing room. There’s enough room for two and I can make love to my Aphrodite.”

He knew me. I couldn’t say no. I’m glad I didn’t. Ever since then, I’ve become the subject of many a drawing in many classes and my man is always happy afterward.

Everyday Kinky Challenge #3

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This week’s challenge involves glitter!!! I love glitter. 🙂 Keep reading!

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By Inkwina (Own work) [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html)
or CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

Enjoy!!

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All I knew was I was supposed to use whatever Sir put in the envelope on the bed. An envelope. Really? Nothing exciting came in envelopes. Okay, so I’d been down in the dumps lately. I wasn’t really in the mood for a session.

But I didn’t want to let Sir down. I opened the envelope like he’d instructed in his note. I wasn’t thrilled, but I dumped the contents onto the bed. A tube. Oh, he’d bought new lube. But this didn’t look like any lube I recognized. I inspected the bottle closer.

Glitter. Holy shit, he’d brought me roll on glitter. Have I mentioned I love glitter? I do.

I stripped down to my birthday suit and picked up the bottle. I should’ve folded my clothes, but I wasn’t paying attention. Screw that. I wanted the punishment and the glitter.

I smeared the rainbow of colors on my chest, belly and over my arms. Christ, I loved the way I sparkled and the freedom I felt.

“Nice.” Sir stood in the doorway and folded his arms. “You look good, Pet.”

“Thank you, Sir.” I might have been excited, but I knew my place. I knew what I needed that only Sir could give. I bowed my head and clasped my hands together behind my back.

“Your clothes are in a mess. We can’t play with them like that.” Sir didn’t move from the doorway.

The chilly air wrapped around my dick and kissed my nipples. Christ, I was hard all over. My nerve endings sizzled and I bit back a whimper as I knelt to take care of my clothes. Within moments, I had the clothes folded and in a neat pile at Sir’s feet.

“Better.” Sir curled his fingers under my chin. “You should be punished. You’re enjoying that glitter a little too much and were bad. How many?”

I shivered. Oh yes. I wanted every spanking he could give. “Ten.” I didn’t wait for his command. Instead, I leaned over the spanking bench and spread my legs.

“You’re going to get glitter over my bench.” Sir came up behind me and patted my behind. “You’ll clean it up.”

I would do whatever he wanted. He knew how to make me fly. I needed the pushing, the degradation and the pain… along with the glitter.

He brought his hand down hard on my ass. “Count.”

I shivered again and counted each spank. “One, two, three, four.” My ass burned and tears formed at the corners of my eyes. “Five, six, seven, eight.”

He stopped the hard spanks that echoed in the room and massaged my abused skin. The respite only lasted a moment. I didn’t think it would be long. I didn’t want it to. When he spanked me the last two times, I forgot to count. The burn and pain pleased me too much.

“Excuse me?” he asked. “Pet?”

Fuck. “I’m sorry, Sir. I need three more. I’ve lost count.” I’d lied. I knew how many, but I wanted more.

“Better.” He swatted me three more times and I counted along. When he finished, he forked his fingers into my hair and tugged me flush to his body. “Like the glitter, eh?”

“I do, Sir. I love it.” I wanted more.

“Good. You look hot as fuck. You should wear it every day,” he said. “While you’re at work, too. But first, I want you on my bed. Ass in the air and legs open. Show me that dick.”

Excitement rushed through me. I’d pleased Sir and now he’d fuck me. Fuck, yeah.

Everyday Kinky Challenge #2

everyday-kinky-challenge-artThis week’s challenge involves art just like last week. I’m an artsy kind of girl and hey, clay does involve some kinky stuff.  Here’s the second Kinky Challenge.

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And now for that challenge… And remember:

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Clay is such a messy thing, especially on the wheel. The sloppy mess gets on everything. Shoes, clothes, hair, skin… Did I mention it’s everywhere?

I finished my latest attempt at a vase and stopped the wheel. The vase looked more like a contorted, saggy organ than something to put flowers in. I knew where I’d made my mistake. The walls were too thin. I don’t know how I always managed to screw up, but every one of my attempts came out the same–saggy and looking awful.

“It’s a little wobbly.” Evan stopped beside me. “Could use some work.”

“Don’t I know it.” I sighed. Work… I’d done plenty of working. What I needed was to give up. “I don’t know. I don’t think I’m cut out for pottery wheels and throwing clay.” I hated to give up on my goal to learn how to throw clay and work a pottery wheel, but sometimes I also needed to know when to throw in the towel.

Evan sat behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He rested his chin on my shoulder. My heart hammered. Was this going to be a Ghost moment? Part of me hoped not because it was so cliche, but the rest of me…maybe I wanted it more than I’d realized.

His chin dug into my shoulder. “You shouldn’t give up. Never. But what you should do is let that pot dry. It’s not as awful as you think.”

“Are you kidding?”

“Nope.” He swatted my thigh. “I believe my boy deserves punishment. You’ve let your self-esteem and pride get the better of you.”

I shivered. Oh boy. He knew how to get me back in line. “Yes, sir.” I didn’t have to give my safe word or permission to play. I knew what he wanted and I wanted it more.

“Let the pot dry. Now strip down and wait on the bed with your ass in the air. My boy needs a few swats to remind him he’s got lots of worth.”

I couldn’t leave the seat or the basement fast enough. My ass tingled from the anticipation. “Thank you, sir.” I sprinted up the stairs. My ass, his pleasure…and mine, too.

 

Everyday Kinky Challenge #1

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I’m going to try this year to have a weekly challenge post. What kind? The Kinky Challenge!! Here’s my first offering for 2017. Check it out, based on the photo below.

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I’d been in the studio all day. I had this overwhelming drive to work on my latest canvas. But here’s the thing…I couldn’t get the artwork to…work. I know that sounds silly, but it’s true. I kept working and destroying what I’d created. The juices were flowing, but not in the way I wanted.

My boyfriend doesn’t mind when I’m in the artistic zone. He plays with numbers all day and needs time to decompress after he gets off of work. My art is my job. It’s also my pain in my ass. I know I want to do it. I know how I want to do it, but does it always work? No.

Mack walked into the studio. He usually doesn’t come into the room. It’s my inner sanctum and he’s told me he feels like he’s intruding on my space. He’s not, but he won’t listen when I tell him otherwise.

“Isn’t the theme working?” Mac asked. “Stuck?”

“I am.” I sagged my shoulders and groaned. Nothing seemed to be going the way I’d wanted.

“What about a break?” Mac tugged me across the room. He pulled a set of colored pencils from his back pocket. “Let me do some art and maybe it’ll get you back into your zone.”

I wriggled out of my shirt. I knew those pencils. They were actually shades of eyeliner and would be a bitch to clean off of my body, but I didn’t care. I loved when he used the colors when we went out and he dressed up in his hottest club gear. Knowing he was going to share them with me blew my mind.

“Close your eyes,” Mac said. He tugged one of my stools over to where I stood.

I did as he asked and closed my eyes. I sucked in a ragged breath. He pressed the pencils into my skin. Each line, each push turned me on. My cock hardened behind my jeans and more than just my creative juices flowed. Christ, I wanted to drop to my knees and suck him dry. I balled my hands and fought the urge to look at what Mac had drawn on my skin.

It seemed like an eternity until he stopped drawing. “Okay,” Mac said. “Turn around and look.”

I opened my eyes and blinked until I could focus on the image. I stared at the colors in the mirror. My heart hammered as I drank in the art. Mac had drawn a heart, a cock and swirls surrounding them.

“Do you like it?” he asked. “I love you and I love your art. I also love your cock.” He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me. “I don’t suppose you want to put that cock in me?”

“I do.” I shivered in his embrace. “Very much so.”

He yanked me out of the studio across the hallway to our bedroom. Those pencils were the cause of plenty of hot nights for us. When he’d dress up, when we’d club and now when I needed help out of my creative slump. Damn, I love those pencils.