My wedding is getting closer and closer, and everything seems to be falling into place. My honey and I are researching places to stay all up and down the Oregon Coast- it's so beautiful, I wish I had a month to explore, but alas, only about 1 week. Hopefully in a year or two we can take the real honeymoon of our dreams, and go to Ireland for 2 weeks. That would be divine.
I am currently keeping busy with work, new and old friends, and writing an erotic pirate story, ala Ann Rice's sleeping beauty novels style. Here is a little sneak peek:
. Haven felt naked under the tucks and frills of her expensive gown. She shivered under his gaze. His dark eyes burned into hers as he pulled her to her feet and held her close against him. His strong arms pressed into the small of her back, and her pert breasts heaved up against his chest. She was short of breath, and her deep green eyes gazed up into his. She felt slightly intoxicated and almost wished he would kiss her.
And then he did. His mouth met hers in a fiery embrace of passion, his tongue probing over her sweet lips, parting them, and delving in. He nibbled on her lower lip, and as she overcame her reluctance at the sheer joy of it, he moaned into her mouth. Haven stood on tiptoe to throw herself more into the kiss. She became aware of that sensation between her legs, and at her breasts, that slowly spreading fire that seeped through her, driving her a little mad, and making her pant and squirm and move slightly against him in time with the tide.
I am currently keeping busy with work, new and old friends, and writing an erotic pirate story, ala Ann Rice's sleeping beauty novels style. Here is a little sneak peek:
. Haven felt naked under the tucks and frills of her expensive gown. She shivered under his gaze. His dark eyes burned into hers as he pulled her to her feet and held her close against him. His strong arms pressed into the small of her back, and her pert breasts heaved up against his chest. She was short of breath, and her deep green eyes gazed up into his. She felt slightly intoxicated and almost wished he would kiss her.
And then he did. His mouth met hers in a fiery embrace of passion, his tongue probing over her sweet lips, parting them, and delving in. He nibbled on her lower lip, and as she overcame her reluctance at the sheer joy of it, he moaned into her mouth. Haven stood on tiptoe to throw herself more into the kiss. She became aware of that sensation between her legs, and at her breasts, that slowly spreading fire that seeped through her, driving her a little mad, and making her pant and squirm and move slightly against him in time with the tide.
Congrats!!