And I just can't help myself ... take a look at where it progresses to in short order. Enjoy.
xxx
G
P.S. I'm literally wet right this moment.... Thought you might like to know. ;-)
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His talent was truly amazing especially given that he was only 24 years old himself, not all that much more experienced than Joan. Although, I guess pretty much everyone is more experienced than a virgin.
Still Clarence had the foreplay talent of a maestro and we’re not talking some guy that plays “Happy Birthday” on the piano at children’s parties. No, Clarence was a bona fide Amadeus Mozart with all of the applicable naughty Wolfgang tendencies to along with it!
Right now Clarence was playing the part of Don Giovanni to Joan’s unwitting part of Anna. Only in his version the seduction of the Commendatore's daughter, turned out much more positively… luckily she had no other fiancé.
It was too much. The seduction not only worked to get Anna, um, I mean Joan, into the mood. It brought out a part of her she never knew existed. She eagerly shed clothes, outward and undergarments, in a process that most resembled an Australian dirt-devil whip-up storm.
She was eager now, no really much stronger than that, insatiably wanting… needing Clarence to continue the love he’d been administering to her outward skin and to turn it into an indoor affair.
He knew what she expected and wanted, but that didn’t stop Joan, normally quite timid and shy, from simply grasping Clarence’s precious head and physically guiding it down to her pelvic region. Her legs already spread-eagle, apart as far as possible, Clarence could see that his playfulness has cause Joan to spring a leak in her indoor piping and apparently the plumber DID in fact make emergency house calls. That is, if you considered Clarence to be an amateur plumber.
However, Clarence was really no good at stopping Joan’s leaks, quite the contrary. For no matter what amount of probing he performed with his fingers, and tongue, exploring for the source of moisture, he just couldn’t stop the dripping. In fact, it simply continued to get worse and worse.
Joan was obviously dissatisfied by Clarence’s ineptness as a plumber as she petitioned to her deity for some divine assistance, mumbling quite audibly “oh… oh, God… oh, God help me. Yes. Oh dear Jesus. Oh… oh… oh holy shit!” Her last utterance was probably quite blasphemous, but given the issue at hand was some leaky plumbing, maybe, just maybe, it was appropriate. I’ll let you be the judge.
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Friday, August 26, 2011
Sneak Peak at "The Club"
OK, I'm having a great productive writing day today so far. I'm really in the mood. I'm taking a little break to use the bathroom and stretch a bit and as I do I figured why not throw a little snippet onto the blog for your pleasure.
Now mind you this story is way off from completion. Probably 3-4 weeks at least. I don't want to tell you the exact subject matter yet... it's too early in the process. But I will say that I've tentatively picked out the title as "The Club" subject to change of course.
Hope you enjoy this excerpt.
xx
Gina
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His first wife Joan just loved having sex with Clarence. She was an actual virgin, a dying breed, when he met her at age 20. He was eager to go hunting to try to further along the extinction of the species as soon as he possibly could. Despite her resistance to premarital sex, it had taken Clarence just 2 months to slay his prey.
It was easy pickings to be honest. You see Clarence had a magic tongue. It was long and flexible and had just the right texture, a mix between silky smooth and sandpaper tantalizing. Joan had never received oral sex from a man before Clarence, so it was just unlucky that she didn’t realize how far above average his skills stood out. Maybe if she had, she wouldn’t have decided to sample what else was available in the market place and quite feasibly she and Clarence would still be married now.
But at that time, even with her lack of benchmark, Joan understood one thing. Clarence’s tongue had a way of making the nerve endings in her entire body tingle.
The very first time Clarence administered his lapping love, it was an event of epic proportions for Joan. They had started out kissing, simple enough, and as usual Clarence wasn’t content to stay in one place… anatomically. But what distinguished Clarence in his approach to sexual surveying is that he didn’t try to just jump to the “finish line” like many guys are prone to do. No, this wasn’t a race for Clarence, unless you wanted to consider it a marathon. But a better comparison would be more like a relaxing road trip and he was ready to explore all the sights and stop and stay at each for awhile as well. He even liked to take pictures of the journey for remembrance sake, but Joan wasn’t into that part of the trip all that much.
Joan just adored having her neck kissed and Clarence could sense her pleasure as his lips and nose gently brushed against her sensitive skin, giving her goose bumps. Clarence nibbled lightly on Joan’s ears his breath gently ticking her as he did.
He was always so in tune to what she was feeling it seemed. Without having to say a word, Clarence knew when one part of Joan’s body had been stimulated enough and it was time to move on. He moved from her neck to her tummy and playfully pecked at it just barely lifting her shirt as he did. Joan loved the fact that Clarence was so sensual with clothes on. This was another way in which he differed from most men. Clarence liked to perform a significant amount of foreplay on Joan before they were undressed. It ended up making the undressing itself even that more intense. By the time he’d get around to finally removing Joan’s clothes, she’d be so hot and bothered that the very act of shedding those garments became a sexually charged, sensual experience.
Now mind you this story is way off from completion. Probably 3-4 weeks at least. I don't want to tell you the exact subject matter yet... it's too early in the process. But I will say that I've tentatively picked out the title as "The Club" subject to change of course.
Hope you enjoy this excerpt.
xx
Gina
*****
Legal Notice: The following material is by Gina Sartucci. All text is copyright 2011, ADPublishing, All rights reserved. You may post a link to this material or repost this text elsewhere on the web but only if you include this legal notice text with the posted material. No further use of the material is allowed without the prior written consent of the author and ADPublishing.
His first wife Joan just loved having sex with Clarence. She was an actual virgin, a dying breed, when he met her at age 20. He was eager to go hunting to try to further along the extinction of the species as soon as he possibly could. Despite her resistance to premarital sex, it had taken Clarence just 2 months to slay his prey.
It was easy pickings to be honest. You see Clarence had a magic tongue. It was long and flexible and had just the right texture, a mix between silky smooth and sandpaper tantalizing. Joan had never received oral sex from a man before Clarence, so it was just unlucky that she didn’t realize how far above average his skills stood out. Maybe if she had, she wouldn’t have decided to sample what else was available in the market place and quite feasibly she and Clarence would still be married now.
But at that time, even with her lack of benchmark, Joan understood one thing. Clarence’s tongue had a way of making the nerve endings in her entire body tingle.
The very first time Clarence administered his lapping love, it was an event of epic proportions for Joan. They had started out kissing, simple enough, and as usual Clarence wasn’t content to stay in one place… anatomically. But what distinguished Clarence in his approach to sexual surveying is that he didn’t try to just jump to the “finish line” like many guys are prone to do. No, this wasn’t a race for Clarence, unless you wanted to consider it a marathon. But a better comparison would be more like a relaxing road trip and he was ready to explore all the sights and stop and stay at each for awhile as well. He even liked to take pictures of the journey for remembrance sake, but Joan wasn’t into that part of the trip all that much.
Joan just adored having her neck kissed and Clarence could sense her pleasure as his lips and nose gently brushed against her sensitive skin, giving her goose bumps. Clarence nibbled lightly on Joan’s ears his breath gently ticking her as he did.
He was always so in tune to what she was feeling it seemed. Without having to say a word, Clarence knew when one part of Joan’s body had been stimulated enough and it was time to move on. He moved from her neck to her tummy and playfully pecked at it just barely lifting her shirt as he did. Joan loved the fact that Clarence was so sensual with clothes on. This was another way in which he differed from most men. Clarence liked to perform a significant amount of foreplay on Joan before they were undressed. It ended up making the undressing itself even that more intense. By the time he’d get around to finally removing Joan’s clothes, she’d be so hot and bothered that the very act of shedding those garments became a sexually charged, sensual experience.
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