Friday, December 23, 2011

Warning! Christmas is rapidly approaching!


Holy shit, Christmas is in 2 days. As you read this it is probably closer, which begs the question: how the fuck do you have time to read my blog? Aren’t there presents to wrap, holiday specials to watch, and cookies to bake? Don’t you have to run out to the store for the last minute gifts, fighting the angry hordes as you battle your way through an endless line? No? Heathen bastard, don’t you believe in Santa Clause?
Having been raised Catholic (please don’t hold that against it) I sometimes forget that some people don’t celebrate Christmas. If you live outside the United States I can understand this, but why in fuck’s sake anyone would live in this country and not embrace our commercial worship of a false Christian Holiday deliberately placed to coincide with the Pagan celebration of the winter solstice is beyond me. I mean seriously, you get PRESENTS! People will buy you shit, even if they don’t like you, just because they feel they have to. And if they don’t buy you anything, or if the gift sucks, just tell them they made baby Jesus cry, and next year you’ll get something better.
I was a spoiled fuck as a kid. My mother is the oldest of three, and she married at 19. I was the only kid in the family, and boy did I know how to milk it. I also lived in a house with my mother’s parents, my aunt and uncle, and 2 great grandmothers. My Christmas list was a mile long; just to accommodate everyone that felt they needed to buy me gifts. And really, who was I to deny someone the joy of buying my a present? I mean seriously, it’s Christmas! It was my job as a kid to bring that joy to the childless friends of my parents and grandparents.
It was also a lot easier buying toys for a kid in the seventies and early eighties; there were no expensive video games or movies to buy. There were no expensive gifts, except for the occasional bike. My list was filled with models and army men and, you know, toys. I liked to play. I had bats and balls and gloves and nets and an arsenal of toy guns. My friends had the same things, and when we got together we would play. PLAY.
Play: n. 3. Activity, often spontaneous, engaged in for recreation, as by children. 6. The action or conduct of a game.
Now kids (mine included) sit in front of the TV playing video games. Do you know how many toys my 7 year old has? One. A football. During the summer I got so sick of him spending time in front of the TV I went out and bought him a hundred army men. We spent days outside building forts and playing war. He loved it, but that only lasted for a couple weeks.
Guess what’s on his Christmas list this year?  Video games. I asked him if he wanted more army men, and he said “Nah. I already have the ones in the drawer I don’t play with.”
My oldest son is 14. He wants gift cards. Nothing else, just gift cards.. So what do I do? I can’t just hand my oldest a stack of gift cards and say merry Christmas. Nope, won’t do it. So I go to fifty different stores and buy things he will like. I bought shirts and sneakers and new jeans for him, plus comic books and novelty items. I got him posters and games and models. In fact, I got him everything but a video game or gift card. I’ll let the rest of the family buy him that shit.
My middle son is twelve. He wants books and swords. At least that’s something I can work with. He is a lot easier to shop for, because he is just like me. All my boys are like me, but my middle thinks he is me. Hopefully he hasn’t started writing erotica yet. I got him the sword he wanted, plus clothes and sneakers and comics and games.
My youngest got nothing but toys. Toys that require you to physically touch them and play with them. Transformers and a shit-ton of army men, plus cowboys and Indians and dinosaurs and transformers and cars and trucks. He got games. He got nerf guns.
Then I had to buy enough nerf guns for the me and the older two. My house will become a war zone on Christmas morning.  While everyone else is listening to Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, me and my boys will be running wild through my house shooting each other with pink darts. Holy shit, we will be PLAYING! I hope they survive.
The final gift I buy for my kids every Christmas (and birthday) is a book. I pick something out for each of them, and ask them to just read the book. I read it as well, and I ask them questions, leading them through the book to make sure they make it to the end and understand it. I always get them something above their heads. This year my oldest will open Game of Thrones (George R.R. Martin), my middle will be reading The Iliad (Homer – not Simpson), and my 7 year old is getting the Newbury Award Winning The Graveyard Book (Neil Gaimen) I don’t do this as a writer, but as a father. I think it’s my responsibility to teach my kids reading is not just fun, but also incredibly important.
OK, my Christmas present diatribe is over. Let’s talk dirty now.
As you all know I am actively involved in 25 days of XXXmas, providing flash fiction to Violet for her blog, as well as posting it here and sharing links via twitter and facebook, pimping the hell out of this collaborative effort brought forth by some incredibly talented writers. It’s our way of sharing our gifts for the holiday season, and hopefully making the cold days of December a little warmer.
This weeks contribution by yours truly is a continuation of last weeks. I so enjoyed the characters and the implied past between them that I had to continue, telling more of their tale and letting them get naked. Hopefully you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

That Familiar Feeling Part 2
I took a sip of hot chocolate and placed the mug on the gritty hearth, easing my weight back as Caroline crawled across the floor towards me. I couldn’t take my eyes off the pendulous weight of her breasts as they swayed naked and inviting. One hand touched my knee; the other crawled up my thigh. She snapped her head to the side, sending bright red hair off her shoulder. My hands found the familiar warmth of her breasts, and our lips touched.
She moaned into my mouth as our tongues danced, the taste of hot chocolate and candy cane mixing nicely with our passion. When Caroline’s mouth slipped off mine I immediately missed the taste of her, but feeling the heat of her kiss on my chin and neck brought back a host of feelings I had tried to repress for so long. She lifted the shirt over my head and discarded it, her lips touching my collar bone and working slowly down my chest and stomach. When her hands reached the elastic of my sweatpants I was fully engorged, the pressure of my erection straining against the soft fabric.
“I’ve missed you.” Her green eyes shone with lascivious intent as the elastic was slipped over my hips.
The heat of her mouth wrapped around me, and now it was my turn to moan. Her small hand was gripping me tightly, afraid to let go as she lowered her head and took me fully. All the while her eyes remained locked on mine. I watched as her head bobbed over me, the thick lips spread wide to accommodate every inch of me, all the while her hand sliding over my shaft in perfect rhythm.
“You’re so fucking hard.” She continued to stroke me. “You always managed to get me soaked. I want you to fuck me like you used to. I want you to show me that you missed this as much as I did.”
Sitting forward I took hold of her shoulders and pushed her to the floor, ripping her clothes of as the desperate need to enter her bore a hole through my brain. My actions were primal, animalistic, as I tore through her shirt and ripped the velvety sweatpants in two. All the while I kissed her.
Tied up in knots our bodies searched for that familiar tempo. I found her soaked opening and pushed savagely into her. Caroline yelped as impaled her, the smile on her lips telling me not to stop. Her finger nails dug into my back as she called out my name. We continued to kiss as I pounded into her; all the while she bucked her hips in perfect rhythm, our arms wrapped around each other. We let the passion take control, bringing us both to quick and overpowering orgasms.
Laying on the floor, our sweat glistening and bodies ragged by the intense explosion of lust I couldn’t help but look over and smile at her.
“Merry Christmas.” I kissed her.
Thanks for reading. Don’t forget to check out Violet’s blog, as well as the many others who are participating in this. Here is a list of those involved, including links to their websites/blogs for your enjoyment.
Also, give each of them a follow on facebook and twitter, like their pages, or whatever, and check out some of the books and shorts they have out there, because this is an incredibly talented group, and one in which I am honored to be a part of.


Violet Williams
@avioletmuse

Helen Slater
@darkangelerotic

Amber Drake
@sexyamberdrake

Sessha Batto
@sesshabatto

Sandra Bunino
@sandrabunino

Elizabeth N. Spire

Victrix Verdigris
@victrixv

Rachel Boleyn
@rachelboleyn

Delilah Fawkes
@delilahfawkes

Jasmine Dayne
@jasminedayne

Cherry Allen
@cherryallenporn

Ginny Michaels

Malia Mallory
@maliamallory

Katie Cramer
@katiecramerbook

Carl Chelsea

Passiones Martyrum
@PassionesMartyr

Maddie
@maddcountrygirl

Molly Moore





Friday, December 16, 2011


It wouldn’t be the Christmas shopping season without catching the flu from some ill-behaved brat running snot nosed through an overcrowded store. Of course it could have been any of my snot nosed brats that gave me the flu, but it’s always easier to blame someone else, and that’s what I’m doing.
For the past three days I’ve been coughing up brightly covered globs, blowing my nose every couple of seconds, and sleeping more than a narcoleptic with an addiction to pain killers. A few days of rest and plenty of liquids, coupled with a round of antibiotics and I can once again join the land of the living. Just in time to get back to my zombie series.

Christmas is rapidly approaching. My tree is blinking brightly, the stocking are hung, and it’s finally cold. I was getting seriously worried that this whole global warming thing might actually be real. It’s not supposed to be 63 degrees in December, no matter what Al Gore says.
As usual, I have no shopping done yet. I enjoy the last minute rush, hurrying to wrap presents on Christmas Eve while the kids sleep and I get drunk on eggnog, fighting exhaustion while watching the classics like National Lampoons Christmas Vacation and A Christmas Story. It stretches out the holiday more, makes each day seem more vitally important to the holiday, and gives you a sense of accomplishment when everything is done.
And then on Christmas morning when the kids come downstairs to find me passed out amidst wrapping paper with Scotch tape stuck in my hair I get to see the excitement on their faces as they tear through my hard work and discard it all over the floor.

So it’s with this new, invigorated view of the holiday season I offer you my newest piece of flash fiction, which I wrote for 25 days of  XXXmas. There is more to this tale, but I am leaving part II for next Friday.
Also, if you are so inclined, please head over to Violet’s blog and read my interview there, and look around at some of the other flash fiction Friday XXXmas offerings. It’s fun and naughty, and isn’t that what Christmas is really all about?
Enjoy.


Familiar Warmth

My fingers where so numb I couldn’t feel the socket wrench in my hand anymore. All I had to do was tighten three more bolts and the snow blower would be ready for duty, but even this simple task was nearly impossible. Caroline had promised me hot chocolate and a spot by the fire when I was done, and thoughts of thawing out as Christmas music played in the background helped me to concentrate long enough to finish the job at hand.
I pulled the chord and the machine sputtered to life. Despite the cold that had sunk to my core I began to work the snow blower over the driveway, clearing a place for her brother to park. Fifteen minutes later the sidewalk and driveway was clear, and I parked the machine under the carport and headed into the house.
“You did it!” She bounced up and down, clapping her hands excitedly. “Mike is going to be so happy, thank you!” She was dressed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, ornate Christmas socks covering her feet. As she jumped I caught the motion of full breasts unencumbered by any means of support bouncing around under her clothing. Long red hair was pulled into a tight ponytail that swayed around on the back of her head, green eyes the color of clover shinning, highlighted by golden rods.
 “Of course.” I washed my hands in warm water, flexing them under the flow and grimacing as the burning took full effect. A little while longer out there and I would have given myself frostbite, all in the name of helping a friend. In truth I had only come over here to get some alone time with Caroline.
“You’re incredible.” She walked over and kissed me like she used to. Immediately I could feel a stirring in my crotch. “I have the hot chocolate ready, go sit by the fire and hang out for awhile. Mike won’t be here for a couple hours, so we can talk, just like old times.”
I stripped out of the layers of warmth that had kept my body safe from the frigid chill, leaving them in the breezeway next to a space heater before heading through the house towards the fireplace in a wet pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Sitting on the hearth with my back to the flames I looked at the tree and waited for Caroline to bring me the steaming hot chocolate.
“For my hero.” She handed me the mug and pulled a candy cane off the tree. With the paper peeled back she slid it into her mouth, pulling the striped confection in and out as her tongue lolled seductively over it. Her sweatshirt came off and landed at my feet. Creamy skin reflected the fires glow, the tight mounds of her breasts topped with erect pink nipples. “Now for your real reward…” Caroline got to her knees, a bright smile curling over kissable lips.
THE END…for now. Nest week things get real HOT, and it aint from the fire.
As always, check out the participating blogs here:

Violet Williams
@avioletmuse

Helen Slater
@darkangelerotic

Amber Drake
@sexyamberdrake

Sessha Batto
@sesshabatto

Sandra Bunino
@sandrabunino

Elizabeth N. Spire

Victrix Verdigris
@victrixv

Rachel Boleyn
@rachelboleyn

Delilah Fawkes
@delilahfawkes

Jasmine Dayne
@jasminedayne

Cherry Allen
@cherryallenporn

Ginny Michaels

Malia Mallory
@maliamallory

Katie Cramer
@katiecramerbook

Carl Chelsea

Passiones Martyrum
@PassionesMartyr

Maddie
@maddcountrygirl

Molly Moore



Friday, December 9, 2011

flash fction friday

Honestly I forgot it was friday, so this post is coming pretty late for me. But since I am part of the 25 days of XXXmas fun, I wanted to throw up this weeks flash fiction and remind you all that there is a ton of erotic fub out there.  So first, here is my 500 word erotic entry into flash fiction friday.

Surviving the Christmas Shopping Season:

I brought him to a deserted corner of my stock room and quickly attacked. I need this so bad I didn’t want to waist any time with pleasantries, like getting his name. As soon as our lips met I knew I had made the right choice. His were soft and sweet and tasted like sin.
It took about ten seconds for us to get naked, a without another thought I spun around and parted my lips with a shaking hand. I was absolutely soaked. I felt his body heat coming closer, the bulbous head moved between my splayed fingers and pressed into my wet opening. There was pressure, and then the familiar burning as he pushed an incredibly thick cock into me.
He worked faster, a jackhammer intent on breaking me. Rough fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place as I struggled to hold back the scream of pleasure that threatened to rip free of my throat. He was so thick it hurt, but the pain was good and helped me focus. It didn’t take long for the first hot wave of orgasmic bliss to crash down over me.
“Harder.” I said through pursed lips, rocking my body into his. I slid a hand between my legs and worked three fingers over my hardened pearl furiously as I approached another, larger climax. This was the one I needed, the tension reliever that would make this entire day worth it.
My insides began to burn, the blood moving away from my extremities and pooling at my pussy where it quickly boiled and turned into a massive electric current that suddenly shot through my body in a massive explosion of force that shattered pieces of my sanity far and wide. Luckily I wasn’t capable of breathing, let alone screaming. Through it all I could feel the electric tingle humming between my legs and the constant flow of come that was now dripping between my legs.
Finally satiated I pushed the stranger off me and got to my knees in front of him. I had what I needed, and now it was time to pay him back.
I took his come slick cock in my hand and closed my mouth over it, savoring the taste of it as I sucked him deep into my throat. He was so fucking hard I knew there was no way he could hold out much longer. I needed to taste his orgasm on my tongue, and worked like a woman possessed, bobbing my head and keeping my clenched hand in perfect rhythm with the motions of my mouth.
It took less than a minute before he tensed, a low moan rumbling out of his throat as his seed filled my mouth. I swallowed it all quickly, milking the last of it out of him before getting back to my feet and retrieving scattered clothes.
“Thanks.” I slipped my pants on and buttoned them. “Merry Christmas.”
…And that was how I survived the Christmas shopping season.



And now for more fun. Remember, there are details on how to win stuff, so check out the other blogs, expecially violets, and enjoy some steamy naughtiness. Santa won't hold it against you. I happen to know for a fact that the jolly fat man is a closet BDSM sub. Why do you think he keeps all those midgets around?



Violet Williams
@avioletmuse

Helen Slater
@darkangelerotic

Amber Drake
@sexyamberdrake

Sessha Batto
@sesshabatto

Sandra Bunino
@sandrabunino

Elizabeth N. Spire

Victrix Verdigris
@victrixv

Rachel Boleyn
@rachelboleyn

Delilah Fawkes
@delilahfawkes

Jasmine Dayne
@jasminedayne

Cherry Allen
@cherryallenporn

Ginny Michaels

Malia Mallory
@maliamallory

Katie Cramer
@katiecramerbook

Carl Chelsea

Passiones Martyrum
@PassionesMartyr

Maddie
@maddcountrygirl

Molly Moore

Friday, December 2, 2011

Christmas is Cumming

Christmas is coming, and the big guy with the beard is watching. Not Santa, ME.  
Horrorwritingdaddy is involved in this incredible 25 days of XXXmas erotica convergence hosted by Violet Williams in which dozens of incredible erotic writers help you lower heating costs by putting out the hottest erotic stories and posts this side of Hell. Here, sinners tempt Saint Nicholas with sexy little tales of flash fiction, erotic blog posts, interviews, and other goodies including the give away of the hot new toy KINDLE TOUCH.
Head over to http://violetwilliamserotica.wordpress.com  for more information flash fiction and related XXXmas goodies.


The following is a piece of flash fiction I came up with for this little event. Enjoy:

NAUGHTY

Cheryl was being naughty, because she new Santa was watching.
She crawled over her bed, knees and hands sinking into the soft mattress, long red hair hanging over her face, obscuring faded brown eyes and the playful smile that lifted the corners of thick lips. Dipping one shoulder she rolled, splaying her arms out, the silken fabric of her lingerie sliding over pale skin, exposing a segment of her belly. She brought a trembling hand to her smallish breast, squeezing the delicate mound and arching her back, more belly showing now, the top exposing the jagged ribs as she sucked in a deep breath and slipped her hand slowly down.
Cheryl moaned. Her feet dug into the covers, pressing into the mattress and lifting her hips. Both hands worked in tandem now, nails digging into her skin and leaving faded red trails. From somewhere in the distance Amy Winehouse belted out a soulful tune, giving Cheryl the rhythm she needed, the passion filling the room and making it unbearably hot. Sweat was beginning to form on her forehead and upper lip, the red locks sticking to her face as she thrashed about. Her hands felt so good on her body she wanted to dive right in, but this wasn’t for her. This was all for Santa.
Her panties were made of white lace and red silk that struggled to contain the heat pouring from between her legs. Two fingers hooked the sides and pulled them off quickly, tossing them away. Cheryl sighed as the cool air licked over her wetness. Gooseflesh exploded over her skin, making her nipples stand out underneath the red top. One hand went to a breast, fingers pinching over the hardened nub as the other hand slipped over the soft patch of neatly manicured hair. She sucked in a breath of hot air as fingers splayed the wetness open.
Santa, are you watching?
Using her pointer and ring finger to press her swollen lips wide, Cheryl began to rub the aching pearl of her clit with the middle finger, rubbing small circles over the hardened nub. Her hips swayed, keeping the rhythm of her fingers as trembling legs struggled to hold her aloft. Sweat dripped down her face, eyes shut tight as she thought about Santa and all the things he could do to her.
She felt the first orgasm loom, and switched her fingers around, two fingers now pressing over her clit, sliding lower over the silken wetness and into the burning heat of her opening.
“Cheryl, you’ve been very naughty.” Santa’s voice echoed in her head. “And for that, you get a very special present.”
Cheryl opened her eyes, the delicate brown glowing with lascivious glee. He was here. He was really here, and now she could show him just how nice she could really be.

The END

So check out my blog Violet’s blog, as well as the many others who are participating in this. Here is a list of those involved, including links to their websites/blogs for your enjoyment.
Also, give each of them a follow on facebook and twitter, like their pages, or whatever, and check out some of the books and shorts they have out there, because this is an incredibly talented group, and one in which I am honored to be a part of.


Violet Williams
@avioletmuse

Helen Slater
@darkangelerotic

Amber Drake
@sexyamberdrake

Sessha Batto
@sesshabatto

Sandra Bunino
@sandrabunino

Elizabeth N. Spire

Victrix Verdigris
@victrixv

Rachel Boleyn
@rachelboleyn

Delilah Fawkes
@delilahfawkes

Jasmine Dayne
@jasminedayne

Cherry Allen
@cherryallenporn

Ginny Michaels

Malia Mallory
@maliamallory

Katie Cramer
@katiecramerbook

Carl Chelsea

Passiones Martyrum
@PassionesMartyr

Maddie
@maddcountrygirl

Molly Moore