Romantic Monday: The Dog Park, Part 6

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dog park, Free story, romantic monday

Welcome to my Romantic Monday post! For more posts, check out Edward Hotspur’s blog.

I know we’re all probably feeling frazzled from the holidays, so enjoy John while he squirms a little on his first date with Kerry. Don’t worry, everything goes well.

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“So, what do you do?” Kerry asked as the waitress set down our burgers and fries.

“Well, pretty much what you saw in the park today,” I said with a self-deprecating laugh. “I have my own dog walking business.”

“That’s really sweet,” she said with a big smile.

My heart skipped a beat. I thought being a dog walker sounded silly, and frankly, so did some of the people I talked to. But she thought it was sweet. “Why do you say that?” I asked. It did involve picking up a lot of dog shit, which was the opposite of sweet.

“You’re caring for man’s best friends. I dunno,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “Maybe I’m just a sucker for a man who likes dogs.”

I pressed my leg into hers, and she pressed back. “Well, I do love dogs. Tell me, what do you do for a living?”

“Oh, I’m a writer.” I knew the look in her eyes when she peeked over at me, Please don’t make fun of me—I swear it’s a real job.

“Anything published?” I asked. A frown flickered over her face, and I knew the answer was, No. “Well, no one ever succeeded without failing first,” I lamely added.

“Thanks,” she said. “I freelance edit in the meantime.” Her sunny smile was back. With one hand she salted her fries, the other squeezed my leg. “Actually, I work mostly on erotica,” she added, her face coloring with a pretty blush.

“Do you write erotica?” I asked. I gave her a big cheese ball grin so she knew I was screwing with her.

“No, I write fantasy.”

Next thing she’d tell me that for her, every Friday was Steak and Blowjobs Day for her. Hell, if it was, I’d buy her flowers every Monday and take her out for a nice dinner. Though, since she was writer, she’d probably like a book more than flowers, and maybe cup of coffee, or whiskey. “So, who are your favorite authors?”

“Oh, lots, lots of people are my favorite authors. Lemme cram some food in my face, and I’ll tell you, ‘cuz I am starving.”

I tried not to stare at her as she ate, but she did so with such pleasure it turned me on. Her full lips pulled back revealing her delicate teeth. After she bit into her burger, her lips curled in pleasure while she chewed. When her pink tongue traced her lips, I had to look away. If I stared much more, I’d be stuck here for an hour calming down.

I hunted among my fries for the tiny shriveled ones. Kerry added the choice brown ones from her plate as well. “Thanks,” I said.

“Ah-huh.” Under the table, she hooked her foot around mine. She made sure to catch my eye before sticking her finger in her mouth, sucking off a bit of ketchup.

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Ooh, she’s getting saucy! Even better—next week we’re back to her POV. We get to know what’s going on in that sexy brain of hers.

Romantic Monday: The Dog Park, Part 5

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dog park, Free story, romantic monday

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Kerry waited for me outside. I approached her from behind, and my eyes were glued on that glorious ass until she felt the heat of my gaze and turned. She had on a plain green t-shirt and a black mini-skirt, the kind that make it hard to think. Her face was shiny and clean, no makeup. Her skin had a dewy freshness, like she had come straight out of the shower, or the bedroom.

“Hey, John,” she said.

“Hey, Kerry,” I replied, loving the feel of her name in my mouth.

We got a booth and I sat beside her.

“I hope you don’t mind, I’m a little hard of hearing,” I said. And it was true. Too many concerts as a kid without ear plugs, and I had a hard time holding conversations in places with a lot of background noise. I could either ask Kerry to shout, smile and nod at her, or use my deafness as an excuse to cozy up.

Her hand was beside her on the worn leatherette, and I “accidentally” but my hand on hers. She blushed and pulled away, before a smile broke on her face. She laid her hand over mine, twining our fingers together.

The image flashed in my mind of those same fingers, caressing her breast, trailing down her waist, and I snapped my eyes to the table.

“So, anything else interesting happen today?” I asked, mainly to distract myself.

“I can honestly say, being asked out by a guy after my dog nailed him in the testicles is the most interesting thing that’s happened this week,” she said with a crooked smile.

God, I wanted to eat that smile. “Technically, I told you that you could buy me a beer, so, it’s not really a date.”

She looked up from the menu to roll her eyes at me. Leaning over, she whispered in my ear, “You’re way too excited for this not to be a date.”

I looked at my cock, afraid I was pitching a wicked tent, but I was rocking a respectable excited-about-a-girl half-chub. Kerry covered her mouth, she was laughing so hard.

My face turned red and I grabbed a menu.

“Can I get you two something to drink?” the waitress asked.

“Yuengling,” I mumbled.

“Two Yuenglings,” Kerry said.

“Do you need another minute with the food?” the waitress asked.

“Yes please,” Kerry replied. She squeezed my hand, then put it on her knee. Her sunny smile banished my doubt and embarrassment. This was going to be a good date.

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I ended up writing a short story for my erotica class, and I was super very tempted to post that here instead, ‘cuz my writing muscles are tired. It’s about a slutty duke trying to get into our heroine, Violetta’s, skirts. Our teacher gave us a plotting exercise, and I thought of the cheesiest thing I could (because I’m not one much for plot) which happened to be the opera, and I channel Mozart. It’s goofy and fun, and according to Pro Writing Aid, it needs a lot of “was” and “were” cut out of it. It probably needs some actual sex too. The big moment in the piece right now is Violetta’s kiss.

Romantic Monday: The Dog Park, Part 4

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dog park, Free erotica, Free smut, romantic monday

For this week, I wanted to skip over into (I almost wrote Tod because that’s the name of the main male character of the story I’m working on) John’s perspective. And why not some more masturbation?

This post is part of Romantic Monday. For the full roster, visit Edward Hotspur’s blog.

18+

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What had inspired me to ask her out, I’ll never know. While I was doubled over in pain, thinking things couldn’t go any worse, I resolved to make the best of it. After all, she wasn’t heartless, she had to feel bad about that nut shot her dog managed to pull of. I figured I’d play on her sympathies for a date. To my surprise, it worked.

Closing my eyes, I could see Kerry’s pretty blond hair, her vivid green eyes, and bright smile. Her dog was a beast. To be honest, seeing a petite girl like her with a massive dog was a turn-on. Not that Shoe wasn’t a fine specimen of a hound. She was the perfect wing women, and today she’d done a superb job.

“Want a treat, girl?” I asked her once we got back home.

She skittered a quick circle, an enthusiastic yes. I grabbed a Milkbone.

“Sit,” I said, holding the back of my hand up to her. “Paw up,” I told her, holding my forearm close to her.

She put her two little paws on my arm and delicately took the biscuit from my hand. Shoe was a pretty French bulldog, a reverse brindle. When she was born, one toe had been cut off during the Cesarean, and as a pup she’d worn a shoe, earning her name.

“Good girl.” I patted her head then wiped the drool off her face. One nice thing about dating a girl with a bulldog, I wouldn’t have to explain the towels all over the floor.

Okay, there would be a lot of nice things about dating her. I hopped in the shower and washed my hair. I took my time shaving, careful not to cut myself. I styled my hair with some fancy hair gunk.

Shoe could sense my excitement. She dashed around my feet as I paced from my closet to my bureau. I finally opted for the the t-shirt of a robot my sister got me and some cargo pants with my green sneakers. It was as close to cute as I got.

I still had about an hour to kill. With nothing better to do I stripped off my clothes and let my imagination run wild. I conjured Kerry to lay by my side, to breathe in my ear and trail her fingers up my chest as I worked my hand over my mushroom head.

I moaned and it was her fingers that closed over balls. “That feels good,” I told her. She would smile at me and press her tits against my arm.

Precum dribbled out of my head and I worked over my cock. “Oh Kerry,” I said. A second later, my nuts tightened and I surged in my hand. I mopped up the mess with a tissue.

“Never go out with a loaded gun,” I told Shoe when I let her back in the room. Before I left I made sure to settle Shoe into her little bed. “Lazy dog, you’re just going to sleep the whole time I’m gone, aren’t you?”

She gave a contented sigh and closed her eyes.

When I started down the street for my date, I was almost skipping.

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Next week, the date! I think I’m going to stick with John for another three turns and develop him a bit more.

I hope you like the dogs. They’re based on real dogs. Despite their difference in size, (30 lbs. vs. 95 lbs.) they were/are adept at stealing beds. Don’t worry, they’ll have their own love affair too. The real Sasha wrestles with an adorable English bulldog (she launches herself off of things onto him), so I’ve got a good idea about the mechanics.

Romantic Monday: The Dog Park, Part 3

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dog park, magic wand, masturbation, romantic monday, short story, vibrator

Please note: 18 + This scene contain adult content, and an old fashioned Hitachi Magic Wand. Sorry for the delay. I hope you all enjoy Kerry getting ready for her date. Find more Romantic Monday Posts here!

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My decision was made by the fact that the Squirrel Cage had food. I would forgo food for masturbation. I exchanged an awkward glance with Sasha before I closed the door.

I sat down on the bed and remembered I’d left my vibrator in the bathroom, drying on the edge of the sink, for like a week. You’d think always having to scramble to put my toys away when company unexpectedly showed up would have taught me better habits, but nope.

Sasha was right out my door.

“You gotta make this weird huh?” I asked and he thumped his tail.

John’s mouth, his smiling blue eyes, put any thought of the dog out of my head. I plugged my vibrator into the wall then stuck it on my belly to warm up. In the meantime I grabbed my breasts, loving the feel of my nipples puckering under the padding of my bra. I unhooked it and pushed everything up, exposing myself with my clothes still on, like John and I were furtively groping each other in the park. Each twist of my nipple sent a trickle of pleasure between my legs.

“Oh John, suck on them John.” I said his name as if the word could conjure him—eager and stripping off his clothes—to my room. I licked my nipple with my own tongue, imagining John’s head bent over me.
My hand crept between my legs, and I rubbed my sex through my thick jeans.

I couldn’t stand teasing myself anymore. I shucked off my pants and underwear, and turned on my vibrator. It filled the room with a dull throbbing buzz.

Parting my lips, I nestled the pulsing head in my pink folds. My whole body lit up with sparks of pleasure. My muscles snapped tight, and one leg twitched in a rapid rhythm.

Strange noises came from my mouth as I worked the vibrator in slow circles. Down and I felt it hum inside my pussy. Up and all the nerves in my clit jangled. Back and forth, I was so juicy I didn’t even need lube.

“John… Kiss my pussy.”

In my mind his blue eyes lit up, his hands pressed my knees apart, his pink tongue stretched out of his mouth.

“Ungh…” I came. My legs kicked, my sex clenched with pleasure, and tingles pitter pattered out from my spine all the way to the back of my head.

The silence in the room was palpable after I turned off my toy. The next thing I heard was the clicking of the dog’s nails as he paced in the hall.

I ran to the bathroom. I wanted to see what time it was, but if I looked and saw I had an hour left, I’d dawdle in the shower. If I thought I only had twenty minutes, I’d rush.

I washed lickety-split. If I was lucky, I’d have time to blow dry my hair. My fingers lingered over my sex, and I had to force myself to keep moving. Play this date right, and it would be someone else’s fingers touching me.

For once in my life, I was on time and put together. Sasha was in his steel welded cage with a bone and NPR to keep him company. My cute purse was ready to rock and roll. With a big grin, I headed off for my date.

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I’m thinking for next week, it might be fun to switch over to John’s POV. Let me know what you think.

Romantic Monday–The dog ate my…

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flash fiction, romantic monday

Okay, the dog’s not to blame. I am. I forgot to write a post for this (I missed Six Sentence Sunday as well, I’m on a roll here). I’m offering you instead my homework. Don’t worry, it’s sexy homework. I present to you my flash fiction! Let’s call her Layla.

Layla

My parents weren’t charging the male race to flirt with me when they named me Layla, but that was how guys felt, even the nerds at the lab.

“Hey Layla, need help sexing the mice?”

“Can I watch you set up breedings, Layla?”

They rolled my name over their tongues, a piece of me they could taste. Their duty done, they went back to their Western blots and dissections.

I got used to it.

Henry didn’t flirt. Tall and lanky, with melting brown eyes, he shied away from the crowd like a nervous colt. My girl brain lusted after him on some primal level. His intense gaze felt like a finger in my pussy. He was smart and funny when people were quiet enough for him to speak. With loudmouths like Farsad around, bragging about how he barely passed his sexual harassment training, those times were rare.

One day, I was getting suited up to go in the mouse room when Henry was coming out.

We smiled and nodded. I was about to turn away, but Henry was staring at me.

He pointed his body at me and gave me a sexy little grin. He unzipped his bunny suit with such sensual slowness I expected to see him naked underneath. At the first glimpse of pale skin, I pressed my thighs together.

Henry wore a button-down. He flipped open those little holes, baring his chest to me. I eyed him like a mare in heat as his shirt parted to reveal his waist.

God, if he takes his pants off, I’m going to jump him.

He slipped the coverall down his hips. When he bent over, he made sure to give me an eyeful of his ass.

I wanted to bite it.

“Want get a drink tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

So, I’m sorry, that’s all of that saucy pair you get. There are more Romantic Monday entries to be found. I know, you want more Layla. She was inspired by Lorelei from Lindsey Flinch Bedder’s story, The Full Girlfriend Experience. That is available, for free, from Smashwords, along with a story by me and a few other familiar names, in the book Short Smut, Vol. 1.

 

Romantic Monday–The Dog Park, Part 2

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dog, romance, romantic monday

The second installment of my Romantic Monday story. See here for last week’s installment.

“Hey, sorry about that,” he said.

“It’s okay.” Breathe Kerry. And goddammit! close your mouth. My lips pulled up in a wobbly grin.

“It looks like Shoe and your dog like each other. What’s his name? It is a he, right?”

“Sasha.”

My dog sniffed the little dog, beating my legs with his beefy tail. He turned, and before I could warn the handsome stranger, Sasha whapped him, right in the balls.

He doubled over cursing.

“Sit, Sasha,” I said.

My dog obeyed, planting his wiggly butt on my feet. His body formed a right angle when he sat, and so he rested in this stately pose, observing the damage he had done. A steady glorp glorp came from his tongue licking over his chops.

“I’m really sorry,” I told the man. As the silence stretched, my face got hotter and hotter.

Shoe nuzzled the man’s hand until he patted her. When he finally looked up, there were tears in his eyes, but he was smiling. “That’s quite a tail.”

“Yeah. I’ve ended up with bruises. Again, sorry.”

“I’ll forgive you, as long as you buy me a beer. After a nut shot like that, I think you owe me a drink. My name’s John, by the way.”

He stuck out his hand. His fingers were warm and firm around mine.

“Kerry.”

“So, where are you taking me Kerry?”

Back to my place. “Ah… Squirrel Cage?”

“Excellent choice. What time?”

“Seven?” Was he asking me out on a date, or was I asking him?

“Make is seven thirty.” He winked, and then he was gone with his dog.

“Tonight?”

He turned around. His smile drew me a step nearer. “Tonight, at the Squirrel Cage, at seven thirty, you’re buying me a drink because your dog punched me in the nuts with his meaty ass tail. I’ll see you then.”

“Okay.”

My dog got me a date by hitting a cute guy in the balls. I stood, dumbfounded, watching John’s tight ass. Now that he wasn’t in front of me, I could shut my gaping mouth and process what happened.
He was really cute, tall and lanky, just how I liked my men. His nose was a little crooked, and you knew he had a good story about that. He had full sensual lips, and when he smiled, it went all the way up to his pretty blue eyes. I closed mine, fantasizing about that mouth until Sasha nudged me.

I’m having dirty day dreams in a flipping dog park. If I don’t go home and take care of myself, this date is going to be a disaster. He’ll ask me a question, and I’ll just foam a little on the table in reply.

I took Sasha for a few quick loops and hurried home. Looking at the clock, I had an hour and half before my date. I had time to either masturbate  or eat. I nibbled on my lip. Horniness or hunger was a tough choice—they both made me irrational. Then again, does it really take that long to make a sandwich? But if I jill off, I’ll need a shower, or he’ll know I was… well, up to something before our date. Jilling off would be in the list of possibilities, I’m sure.

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Thanks so much for reading my little story! Visit here for more romance.

Also, yesterday I went to see Don Giovanni. You think this blog is steamy? Go watch some hot opera singers grope each other. I swear, there’s way more dry humping in operas than I remember there being. It’s been three out of the past four.

Romantic Monday– The Dog Park, Part 1

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dog park, romance, romantic monday

This is my first week doing romantic Mondays. I was invited to add a little spice to the line-up! You can find the full list here.

I wanted to do something sweet and sultry, instead of just red hot. I’m afraid you’ll have to stick with it to get to the juicy bits.

I have to be honest, there were times I wanted to take him back. He was 85 lbs. of dog muscle with a bit more to grow. While he was well mannered, he had serious separation anxiety issues. I can’t imagine having him and not working from home. As is, when I left for the store I came back to a foamy mess. He slavered all over his paws and chest. Released from the welded steel kennel, he dashed from room to room, his entire ass wagging.

“Sasha, come, sit.” An American bulldog named Sasha. I shook my head and wiped him down.

My friends and family harassed me when I adopted such a huge dog. Nate took one look at him and said, “So Kerry, you’ve got the vibrator, you’ve got the warm mass to snuggle with. Should you register somewhere, since this is as married as you’re getting?”

Sasha, sensing my irritation, gave him the stink eye.

Nate and I had dated, a long long long time ago. He’d been with his current girlfriend for three years and was planning to propose on Valentine’s day at some fancy restaurant, “‘Cuz she gets all squishy for crap like that.” We went ring shopping, as he felt it was important to get the feminine perspective. I talked him out of a tiny diamond and into a big honking citrine. From what I knew about Veronica, she’d want something a little different that had some oomph. She’d squeal, say yes, then ask Nate if he took Kerry shopping with him.

I liked her, so it felt weird that I was jealous. I didn’t want Nate back, but I wanted something. Everyone thought it was funny, the erotica writer with no love life.

My eyes flicked over to the clock and I realized I’d been staring at my wall for ten minutes, thinking. Sasha nudged my knees and gave me some puppy dog eyes set to: melt mortal soul with warm gooey caramel.

“Wanna go for walk boy?”

He stamped and wagged his tail. Sometimes he reminded me more of a horse than a dog. He whimpered and gamboled as I stuffed a few plastic grocery bags in my pocket and got his collar. I had one of those spiky mean looking ones. People thought it was cruel, but I thought it was in Sasha’s best interest that he be under my control at all times.

We started toward the dog park. Some people gave Sasha a wide berth, others patted him while he politely sat, his tail thumping on the ground.

The main lawn of the dog park was a mass of energetic mutts in flagrant violation of the leash laws. It was one of those things where everybody looked the other way. Sasha and I skirted the edge and said “hello” to the friendly dogs and owners.

A French bulldog trotted up to us, and pretty reverse brindle. Her owner was two steps behind the little dog, yelling, “Shoe!”

Sasha wagged his tail like mad as he sniffed the new dog. It must be a girl.

“Hey, sorry about that,” he said. His voice was warm and masculine, and he had a crinkled Cheshire cat grin. My heart stopped at his beautiful blue eyes.

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You’ll have to wait until next week for more!