#MondayMotivation Status Update – Week 15

Fifteen weeks! Damn, Limericks Volume Three has been stuck in editing for three weeks. It has not been a very productive past couple of weeks. As tax time winds down there is a lot more client work that needs to be cleared off of the desk, and well, money comes first. But by next week… yes next week, volume three will get posted… I can feel it!

And this past week wasn’t all dormant as a dormouse… I have been getting limericks posted to twitter and the book of faces. But I’m a bit lagging in getting them uploaded at Pinterest…

Also, I’ve been occasionally dropping the Limericks on my Google Circles page… does anybody have any feedback or opinion of Circles as a viable social media site or an I just posting on the next new MySpace with that?

Here’s an excerpt from something I’m working on now:

As I was awakened by the sounds of moaning I could hear it coming from the hall. I got up and went out to see if my aunt was alright fearing she may be I’ll, or injured… Her door was ajar and as I opened it I saw her stretched out on her bed bathed in bright moonlight. Her light blue satin nightgown was bunched up around her waist, her legs were speed and her hands burrows between her pale thighs.

I stood there in the doorway frozen in shock and surprise. I had never seen a woman masturbating before… Not even on the internet… And the sight here and now mesmerized me. As my paralysis left me I could feel my cock swelling with the excitement. I had never thought of my aunt in sexual way but now it was the only thing I could think of.

Her soft sweet lips moaning and gasps as her head tossed and turned the main of black curls tossing… As her climax approached her cries grow higher and louder, but it was the scent that I had a particular notice of. A pungent musky aroma that Emirates from her… It struck me full as I breathed in her scent, my nostrils flaring… I became aware that my own hand worked its way into my sleep pants and around my twitching cock… As my aunt came I climaxed too. My cum soaking into my sleep-pants…

I saw my aunt’s hands fall limp beside her. Her climax complete she drifted deeper into sleep… Her breasts fussing and falling as her breathing resumed it’s normal pace…

I was aware of my standing there… Watching her half make form on the bed and growing hard again… I returned to my bed with another aching hard-on waiting to me satisfied… And for the second time that might o thought if having this cock satisfied by my aunt. As I masturbated again that though grew move vivid.

The next morning I headed down stairs. I slept in late and it must have been around nine in the morning. My aunt was already washing a couple of breakfast dishes.

“Hey, you’re up late, is everything ok?” She asked as she saw me flop down as the table.

“Yeah, sure” I answered. Then, I tentatively added “there was just this noise keeping me up I suppose.”

“you’re probably not used to the nocturnal sounds of nature out there in the woods. There are a lot of animals that prowl around, you’re bound to hear something or other out there”

She finished fixing another large cup of coffee before heading upstairs to her desk, her writing and the view. She gave no indication of anything amiss.

Save

Whoo Hoo Volume 2

limericks_vol02Yes, Limericks Volume 2 has been uploaded to Smashwords. I’m happy that I have the volume one template to work from. So I have a high degree of confidence that I wont need to do any reformatting to get it converted, published and distributed on their retailer network. I an also proud of doing my own cover. What do you all think? Not too bad eh?

Take a look at it here: Naughty Boy’s Book of Limericks – Vol 2

Subtitled: “Oh the Places You’ll Go”. This is the second release of limericks. It contains 100 limericks with a geographical focus and a ‘not suitable for minors’ nature. Test your knowledge of places global, and see how many you know..

Work In Progress – Yoga

yoga01I’m beginning work on another quick little story about a niece who is turned through mind control into a personal servant of her evil mad scientist uncle…

The cotton material of her tank top was stretched thin over her firm young breasts. She was still in that awkward stage getting used to their weight as she ran through her yoga poses. She was beginning to feel warm and thought that it was from the lights in the studio her uncle had made down here in the basement of his house. They were bright she thought… as she continued stretching she felt flushed… she saw her reflection in the mirrored wall. It was the wall that separated this space from her uncle’s office which occupied the other half of the basement.

The space he had made for her had the mirrored wall and a dancer’s ballet bar running the length of another wall… there was thick padding on the floor which was perfect for her workouts… and an audio system with good quality speakers. Her uncle was an audiophile and the acoustics in this room were perfect. He even made a mix tape of Hindi music for her to listen to as she went through her routine.

But the lights were definitely making her hot. She could feel the sweat building.

Before she started into a headstand, she stripped off her tank top and tossed it to the corner. As she posed on her forearm with her feet pointed straight as an arrow to the ceiling, she could feel the weight of her breasts. They strained against her tight sports bra. Tight, contained, confined, she thought that this wasn’t right. A thought occurred to her that they really should be free, unrestrained, natural. That’s what a healthy workout should be, natural.

The thought occupied her mind. She rolled out of the headstand and sitting on the floor she released the clasp on her bra and tossed it on to the top she had just discarded. Her hands roamed over the newly freed breasts. A sensation rolled through her, soft, sensuous, rippling through her and gently ticking the pleasure center in her mind.

She watched her reflection as she continued caressing her breasts. Her breathing was heaver. Her nipples hardened as her fingers tweaked them. She watched herself. Yes, it must be the lights in here making it so hot she thought as her hands continues their teasing. Yes, it must be the lights indeed she sighed.

Save

Save

Something I find Sexy – Claudia Schiffer smoking a Cohiba

Claudia-Schiffer-cigar-e1348163463925

Her eyes are as smoldering as the embers in the stoggie she seductively sucks on. Those soft lips of hers gently wrap themselves around the firm shaft. Those long lashed eyes of hers close as she slowly inhales in that controlled fashion of hers. Those large doe eyes open looking straight into mine. She is well aware of the affects her performance is having as she exhales her invitation. Her lips pursed in an ‘o’ shape that beckons mine to join them.

 

I spread my legs a little as I remain seated in a soft leather chair watching her. The smell of her Cuban cigar mixing with the leather makes me feel like I’ve been transported into a noir film. I sip a deep amber scotch and nod towards her, approving her approach.

 

She walks over in an exaggerated swaying motion drawing my attention to her sleek, black, silk dress hugging her curves. She moves in with the grace of a puma and all the intentions of a lioness. A smile spreading across her lips.

 

I Pat my lap and she sits, my hand wanders over the curve of her warm ass. As she leans in to kiss me I run my hand up her thigh feeling the top of her hose. My lips drink her in, she’s as smooth as the scotch and twice as warm. Our tongue entwine as her hair cascades around my head. I feel her melt against me.

 

She parts her legs a bit wider letting my hand explore further to the warm wet wisps of hair shielding her pussy. I listen to her breath heavy and rapid and she feels a fire welling up inside her. My lips trace their way down along her throat to her panting chest. My fingers circling her clit sending waves of stimulation through her.

 

She moans as she feels my fingers teasing her sex, pleasing her mind and satisfying her hunger.

Poem – Amanda Series #4

The Amanda Series poems are written in iambic tetrameter similar to “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost. Each verse (save the last) follows an a-a-b-a rhyming scheme, with the following verse’s a’s rhyming with that verse’s b, which is a chain rhyme. Overall, the rhyme scheme is AABA-BBCB-CCDC-DDDD.


amanda poem 04


Her youthful supple flesh is a delight
Amanda dances on the beach at night
My eyes are fixated on her body
And my erection grows with the sight

 

She strips off her top to impress me
Her bouncing breasts set wonderfully free
With doe eyes seeking my approval
She strokes my cock delightfully

 

As I recline she has my submittal
She strokes my cock till its throbbing full
Her hand keeps pumping as my climax nears
Amanda’s skill as this is delightful

 

She looks down toward my cock and peers
Then through her lips it disappears
Her sweet tongue brings me to tears
It’s the most powerful climax in years