Monday, April 30, 2012

A FREE short story by the beautiful and talented Kat Perry

A good friend of mine asked if I would post her short story here for all your dirty little imaginations to run away with. How could I refuse? After reading the story I knew it was something you all would like, so I happily agreed. What follows comes from the wonderfully erotic and romantic mind of Kat Perry. Enjoy:

Elizabeth weaved between the light weekday mall crowd during her lunch hour. Her MP3 player strapped to her arm left her hands free to hold her iced grapefruit juice. She had meant to grab a turkey wrap, but forgot. This was her "me" time. Normally, it relaxed and energized her, but today the only thing on her mind was how she could have let him walk out of her life nearly three years ago.

 Bob, the mall security officer, was in his normal spot. He looked over the railing, making sure things were going well for the vendors below. She was about to walk up to him and say hello, just like she did every other lunchtime. Today, however, he was in a conversation with a friend. She settled for a simple, “Hi Bob.” and kept walking.

Bob touched the rim of his hat, nodded and slipped his usual 'Howdy Ma'am' into his conversation with the other man as if it was just a natural part of their chat.

Elizabeth glimpsed the man next to Bob, smiled and kept walking. She suddenly froze. “It can’t be.  The mannequins of some retail chain passed slowly in her periphery as she turned around to face the two men.  Her breath caught, her grapefruit juice slipping through delicate fingers. Her heart fluttered. She locked her eyes onto his even before she realized they were both grinning like kids who had found a long-lost toy.

 “Devin?” His name was barely audible, her mouth had become dry. The last time she saw him, he was driving away onto bigger and better things, and she just couldn't follow.

Devin's eyes glimmered with elation and hope. “Hi, Liz.”

Elizabeth quickly reached for the rail. Her legs turned to jelly and buckled, but Devin caught her faster than she could even plead for help.

“Look at that, I get to rescue the most gorgeous woman on my first day back.”

Elizabeth wrapped her arms around his neck and passionately pressed her lips on his, not caring where they were.

Devin reciprocated her passion. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss. Breathlessly he whispered “Wow!”

“I should have kissed you like that three years ago,” Elizabeth whispered. “ before I let you walk away.” A tear escaped her eye and slowly traveled down her cheek.

“Ahem,” Bob cleared his throat and the couple clung tighter to each other, startled.  “You two be good, now.” He called over his shoulder as he walked away.

Elizabeth giggled and blushed like a teenager. Devin kissed her cheek then called back to the guard, “Thanks, Bob. See you later.”

Devin released her, laced his fingers through hers and guided her to an exit, “Come on.”

Elizabeth let herself be led from the mall. Her calendar was clear for the afternoon, and even if it wasn't, she didn’t care. She wouldn’t let him go….again.

Once at his apartment, the door hadn't completely latched before she was in his arms. Elizabeth gently touched his face and then leaned in for another passionate kiss. Her hands moved along Devin’s body, exploring every inch she could reach.

The gentle passion grew hotter with every kiss, tease of the tongue and caress. Clothing was ripped, torn, and thrown everywhere. They paused only to explore, remember and enjoy the nakedness before their eyes.

Devin broke the kiss and stood back a few inches. Lust and approval danced in his eyes. When he finally spoke, it was a husky whisper, “Are you sure?”

“More than ever." Elizabeth panted. Her heart pounded against her sternum. Her own voice, lustful and deep, surprised her,.

Boxes were stacked on nearly every inch of the floor, but Devin found an empty spot. He pulled a blanket from a partially open box of linens and created a place for them to lie down. Elizabeth lay on the soft cotton fabric, her chest raising and lowering rapidly with each breath. His eyes traveled the length of her luscious body. He gazed back into her eyes as he removed her thong, igniting goose bumps over her thighs.

Their eyes sparkled with awe and wonder as they drank in each other's image for the first time in years.

Devin began his exploration of her body, with light kisses, at her toes. His lips traveled up her body. He created a line of delicate kisses along her flat stomach leading to her pert breasts. Both of them moaned softly as he continued his tantalizing trek up her neck only to cross the finish line at her tender lips. Elizabeth's body was covered in goose bumps by the time he had reached his destination.

Elizabeth didn't allow Devin to close the gap between their bodies. She gently rolled him onto his back where she began her own oral exploration . She started at his lips with her own tender kisses, traced his jaw line to his neck and down his chest.  She looked up at him and then continued her adventure downward to his stomach. When his hard member brushed across her breasts she moaned.

Before she could continue Devin sat up and pulled her into his lap. Moans came in stereo as his hard cock slid easily into her hot, wet center.

Her head tilted back as his hands slid down her sides to her hips. He slowly pulled her into him. They kept their rhythm slow and methodical as he moved in and out of her. Elizabeth's nipples grew and hardened as they brushed against Devin's chest. The lovers were two pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly together, as one.

Devin lifted Elizabeth off his lap and he guided her to the floor. He gazed into her passion filled eyes as he lowered himself and once again slid into her waiting pussy. The sweet scent of her juices filled the air. They moved as one, her hips met his as he thrust down into her.



They moaned together as their hunger took over. She felt his cock grow harder within her. The veins rubbed roughly inside of her. She dug her nails into his back as her velvety walls tightened around him. Devin gave one last, possessive thrust then came inside her.

He pulled from her slowly, juices dripping off the tip of his cock. Elizabeth moaned softly as he pulled her in for a long, passionate kiss.

"I love you, Liz."

"Devin, I've always loved you."

Friday, April 27, 2012

Friday aint no big deal

As someone who sits at home and writes for a living Friday means as much to me as Tueday. To everyone else in the world it seems to be a magical day filled with childlike wonder and hopeful intentions. So before the reality of your weekend snuffs out those dreams, I offer up another 100 words to the Gods of Friday, in the hopes that this sacrifice will provide the needed blood and grant you all the day you always hoped it would be. Just be warned; be careful what you wish for.

Her black eyes stared into my soul. I could feel her thoughts worming through my brain like the cold, dead fingers of a corpse as she tried to read me.

“Why fight it?” She put her hands up, covering the black eyes and displaying the mockery.

“Fuck you,” I spat blood on the dusty floor. “ I told you this wouldn’t be easy.”

“I will find out,” She purred, “Sooner or later.”

“I’ll kill you long before then.” I sucked in a deep breath. My shoulders strained, the muscles filling with blood as I snapped the chains that bound me.

Now check out the other FFF blogs out there, most of them are pretty amazing. Also, why not head over to and check out some of my books. Buy a few, it makes me happy, and you really want to keep me happy. You don't want to see me pissed of. Shit gets real dark.
Tomorrow, I will have a special treat for all of you fuckers. My good friend has written an original short story and she is going to debut it right here for your dirty little eyes to read. So check back tomorrow and get a free story to read. That should make your Saturday much better, right?

Friday, April 20, 2012

It's fucking friday again.

Another Frida has snuck up and taken a bite out of my testicles. I don't know how the fucker can be so damn stealthy, yet week after week it finds me unawares. So as I slink into the corner to pour hyrdrogen peroxide on my scared and aching balls I offer you another 100 words to read.

The cacophony of a thousand screams filled the afternoon, as behind them a fire raged unchecked on the boardwalk. Discarded cans of gasoline lay on the sand, the occasional sound of the surf rising above the tortured wails of those trapped in the blaze.

Twenty minutes ago Diane locked the gates of the amusement park while Jack poured gas around the ancient wood and set the fire to angry life.

T hey escaped to the beach and drank their poisonous fuck you to the world, drew a heart in the sand, and held hands as the world faded to black.

I have been feeling a little dark lately, as this weeks post suggests. Maybe next week I'll do somethng sexy and get my horny back.  As Always there are tons more writers participating in this, many are much more talented than I. Check out their work as well, and leave all of us a comment to let us know how we did.
Bonni Sansom:
SJ Maylee:
Lee Brazil:
Yvonne Nicolas:
Cyril J. Michael:
Venus Cahill:
Gemma Parkes:
Havan Fellows:
SLira aka Michael Mandrake:
Jp Archer:
Kendel Davi:
Naomi Shaw:

Also, if you like what I wrote here today, please check out the links to my books here on the blog, or at my website
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Friday, April 13, 2012

Happy Friday the 13th my little Hellions

It's friday the 13th, one of my favorite days of the year. It's damn near a holiday around my house, something we celebrate with religious fervor.
And since this is such a hallowed day I thought it fitting to provide something... unusual for you all to read for this weeks FFF. I hope you enjoy.

Eyes closed underneath the blindfold, he was moved into place. Just a few more seconds and he would finally get to see her. His heart thundered inside his chest, palms cool and clammy.

 It wasn’t the obscene amount of money he spent that made him nervous; it was the relevance of this moment. It seemed like everything led right to this moment.

“Are you ready to see her?” The artist asked, his voice betraying the excitement that coursed through his body.

“Yes, please.”

The blindfold was removed and he saw her.

“She is perfect,” he gasped. “She still looks alive…”

Friday, April 6, 2012

It's FFF again. This picture is worth so much more than 100 words, but thats all I can give ya. So here it is, 100 words and a picture. Enjoy.

The ember of Mark’s cigarette reflected in his dark eyes, the blueish smoke wafting casually around his head. Ryan wanted to remember him like this; calm and brooding. It was so much better than the monster Ryan had seen last night.

“Do you think anyone found the body yet?” Ryan slid his pants up, taking care to ease his sore penis in gently. After their kill last night they had fucked like only two monsters can. It was rough and angry, yet somehow beautiful.

“Doubt it.” Marks voice was low and sexy as hell. “I don’t’ really care either way.”

Monday, April 2, 2012

Cali's Sacrifice part II

A couple weeks ago I promised to take my FFF entry and turn it into a book. I posted the first chapter of the book the following day, and my intention was to have the book ready for publication last Friday, but something funny happened…I just kept writing. I intended to make this a 15,000 word book, putting it up for sale as a $0.99 book on Amazon and Kindle. However, as I rounded the twenty thousand word mark I knew this story was far from over. I hadn’t even wrapped it around to poor little Cali, the girl in my original FFF story.

So I kept writing. 25,000 words in and I am right were I want to be, but this story is still far from over. Looks like Cali’s Sacrifice will end up around the 40-50-,000 word mark. It should be done by the end of this week, and then there is editing and such to do. I’ll need a book cover, and then I’ll put it up for sale after that.

In the meantime, however, I don’t want anyone to forget about Jason and Cali and some of the dirty things that happen in their world. So I am offering another chapter to y’all, something that gives a little bit away, but just a taste really.

I must warn you, this book took a very DARK turn. The following chapter hints at this, but you really have no idea how fucked up things got. I hope you like what you are about to read, and I ask that you tell me all about it.

So now, here is another chapter, from somewhere around the ten thousand word mark. It’s not a random pick, but something I thought you naughty types would really like.


Michael locked himself in their bedroom so he could prepare for tonight, leaving Jason to sit on the couch and pretend to read a book. It was a few minutes past ten, and soon the congregation would be arriving. Jason couldn’t get his mind past the sacrifice, and it was having strong physical ramifications; stomach ache, nausea, and a constant cold sweat seemed to plaque him. His mouth was dry but he couldn’t drink or eat anything without immediately feeling like he was going to vomit. As he sat on the couch trying to ignore the agony in his stomach, Jason began to shake.

“Jason, can you come here please?” Michael walked out of their bedroom and motioned for him before returning to the room. Jason dutifully got up and headed towards his lover.

“You look like you’re about to pass out.” Michael was slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he spoke. “Jason, you need to calm down and just relax. Azzazel would never send us down the wrong path. I need you to trust me, and leave everything in my hands.” He unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor where he casually stepped out of them. “I can promise you the world, but it means nothing if you won’t accept it.” Michael reached out his hand for Jason.

He looked at the extended hand as if it were something he had never seen before. After several tense seconds Jason reached out and took it, allowing himself to be pulled into Michaels arms. His rigid cock pressed into Jason, flexing and making itself known.

“I am going to help you relax Jason.” Michael was lifting the shirt over Jason’s head. Just as he was thinking that getting aroused was an impossibility, Michael slid his hands down over his trembling ribs and around his hips, taking tight hold of the already hardened flesh. Michael stroked it slowly over Jason’s jeans as he kissed his neck softly. “I promise everything is going to be alright.” Both hands worked at unbuttoning the pants, and soon they slipped over Jason’s hips and fell to the floor. Michael followed them, getting on his knees and turning Jason towards him. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” Jason didn’t have to think about it. He trusted Michael more than anyone he had ever met, but this was a something…

Michael closed his mouth over the engorged head, sucking hard and pulling the shaft down until it hit the back of his throat. Jason lost his train of thought and leaned back, locking his eyes on Michaels as he worked slowly over Jason’s cock.

This was more than a blow job, and less than a bribe. It was a promise that everything would be alright. Michaels hands were smooth and soft as they slid over the hard shaft, each motion designed to spike pleasure through his lovers entire body. He varied the suctions and speed, letting his hand follow smoothly over the hot steel of Jason’s cock while making low moaning noises in the back of his throat.

“I want you to fuck me.” Michael was still stroking the raging heat of Jason’s erection, working his hand over the slick skin as he looked up into his eyes. “I want you to fuck me like it’s our last day on earth.”

Jason allowed himself to wonder if it really was, and then helped Michael to his feet and bent him over the bed.

Jason got his knees and licked over the loose flesh of Michaels scrotum, playing his tongue over the tight opening of his lovers ass. He knew Michael loved this, and it was easy to loose himself in the familiar act. He took his time, using his tongue and mouth with practiced ease. He listened to the moans of pleasure coming from Michael, and waited for them to reach a crescendo before quickly standing up and sliding himself into the tightness. Michael moaned louder, and Jason reached around his hips and took a tight hold of the erection, allowing his own motions to rock Michael’s body into his hand.

It took only a few minutes before Jason was ready to come, his body tensing up as he increased his speed. Holding onto Michael was like grabbing steel, his arousal adding a new dimension to their passion as Jason slammed his cock into the tightness of Michaels ass.

“Come baby, I want to feel you come in me.” Michael pushed back into him, sliding Jason’s length deeper into him. “Make me come.” Michael was controlling their movements now, pushing his body into Jason and arching his hips to slide his own cock in and out of Jason’s tight grip. “Right there, just like that.” Michael purred as he slammed harder and faster into Jason, the sweat coming off their bodies and pooling between them. “Harder.” 

Jason complied, using the last of his strength to slam his body into Michael before the climax hit and the world erupted in brightly colored sparks.

Michael continued to pump his hips until the last of Jason’s orgasm filled him and he slipped out, sinking to his knees as Michael spun around and inserted his hardness into Jason’s waiting mouth.

Jason knew what Michael liked, and he simply remained still, his mouth sucking hard as Michael pumped his hips and fucked his mouth. It was only a few seconds before Michael moaned loudly and the briny taste of his come filled Jason’s mouth. He swallowed it all, accepting the communion hungrily.

“Now, are you feeling better?”

“Yes.” Jason was. His nervousness was gone, and he was ready for whatever the night would bring. All his doubts were gone, leaving only the love and trust he felt for Michael.

“Tonight is going to be something special, the likes of which you have never seen before.” Michael was talking to the group that had assembled inside the house. The front door was open and the crowd spilled onto the front lawn, covering the sidewalk and part of the street. Word of their new church had spread, and their numbers were looking closer to a thousand than the three hundred Jason had expected. “We have a new house of worship, someplace more fitting our lord. Jason will start handing out the directions. Mass starts at midnight.” Michael motioned to a stack of papers on the coffee table and left the room just as Jason began to hand them out.

“When did we get a church?” Jason had separated the stack into ten or so smaller ones and handed them to the other original members of the coalition before following Michael into the bedroom.

“Today.” Michael was lifting a faded cardboard box off the floor and placing it on the bed. “I found  the perfect place for us. It used to be a Baptist church, but the congregation left for greener pastures a decade ago. The place has been sitting abandoned ever since.”

“Can we afford it?” Jason knew money wasn’t exactly tight, there were thirteen of them sharing the bills, and everyone had a decent job, but still how could they afford the taxes and upkeep on a church?

“Money isn’t a concern.” Michael placed his hand on Jason’s shoulder in a fatherly gesture. “Azzazel will provide for us. He has so far.”

“I trust you Michael.” Jason let go of his worry. He knew there was no point in trying to be the voice of reason, Michael always had an answer for everything. It was time to simply let go and follow blindly.