Wednesday, July 26, 2006

A WORK IN PROGRESS TEASE

I'm currently writing an erotic horror called Shadow Whispers. It's set in a small rural town in Australia (Kangaroo Creek - but the locals just call it the Creek).

Here's a little snippet. Enjoy!

Sucking her tongue deeper into his wet mouth, her lover moved his knees between hers, pressing her flatter to the floor with a bulk that somehow felt lighter than smoke. His hands left her breast and she whimpered in protest. She sensed, rather than heard his responding chuckle. As his mouth continued to drink from hers he pulled on her thighs, inching his palms down her legs until she locked them around his hips. The action thrust his cock harder against her cunt and a moan rolled in her throat as scorching bolts of white lust shot straight to her clit. Fuck, he was good. A master-craftsman, and she was his creation. A being forged from cold despair to become an object of burning, wanton desire.

Hands scouring up his back, she tangled her fingers in his silken hair and yanked up his head. She dragged the tip of her tongue up the bowed column of his neck, luxuriating in the gelidity of his smooth skin. He tasted like the night.

His Adam’s apple moved under her lips as an inaudible groan sounded in his throat. The response flooded her cunt with wet heat. She knew he wanted to pleasure her, but rarely did he let her know how much she pleasured him. The six times he’d come to her in her sleep he’d taken her to blissful release without once demanding anything of her - *the perfect dream lover* - but now his consuming desire had moved beyond the blaze in his eyes, the fevour of his actions. Now she knew she affected him too.

She moved her lips up his neck, let her teeth nip at his earlobe as her fingers moved to the hard pebbles of his nipples. His cock twitched as she dragged her thumbs across each and she felt new beads of pre-cum squeeze from its hot head.

*The only warm part of his body...*

The thought flittered through her befuddled brain, unimportant.

Ignored.

God, she wanted this so much. Wanted to have him fill her. Fuck her until the end of time.

Wanted so much for it to be more than a dream.

As if he heard her, the silent man lifted his head, staring at her with eyes that blazed. *It is more, Tess...*

The soundless words moved from his lips to her ears and Tess gasped. “You sp-“

He didn’t let her finish.

With a thrust that was both brutal and total, his cock plunged into her willing sex. So deep she felt its bulbous head press the wall of her sex.

“Oh, God!” She threw back her head, sinking her nails into his shoulders as he drove into again. Yet even as she did, her hands seem to grasp nothing.

*You’re going mad!*

Balls, heavy and hot with desire, slapped against her ass as he penetrated her again, again, again. Yes, she was going mad. A clear case of sexual insanity.

The fire roared higher. Devouring oxygen.

Lush lips fell on her neck, like ice on her sweat-slicked shoulder. Teeth nipped at her fevered flesh as a cock that grew larger and larger with every thrust, punched deeper into her pussy. Invading not only her sex, but her being as well. Filling her. Consuming her.

Possessing her.


So? What do you think?? S'OK, so far?

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