Dinner for One

Cooking is so hot to me. The process is erotic and a big turn on. I'm one of the lucky ones...my husband is a cook and cooks for me quite a bit. I love to watch him in the kitchen. What isn't to love about it?? That love for watching him cook and my love of being tied up inspired this story. I wrote it for him and it did its job.

Dinner for One

Tied to the kitchen chair is nothing new. It’s one of his favorite positions for her. Wrists and elbows tied tightly behind her back. Breasts tied tight. Ankles and knees tied tight. It was her favorite way to spend the day. The blindfold and white ball gag complete the look; gorgeous.

Tying her up always makes him hungry. She loves to watch him cook; says it turn her on watching him chop, stir, pour and taste his creations. He normally lets her taste too. Tonight he has something else planned. He wheels her chair in place right by the kitchen counter.

She can hear him taking things out of the fridge and washing them in the sink. He begins to chop something on the cutting board; heat travels up her body. She hates not being able to watch but the anticipation is driving her wild.

He very rarely talks when he cooks so his silence now isn’t surprising. He continues his chopping, mixing, cooking. The aroma is delicious. He rarely touches her when she’s tied up at first, so that wasn’t a surprise either. What shocked her was the sudden heat of something being poured over her tied breasts. She could feel its thickness travel down her body. He whispered in her ear, “First course.” He began licking the liquid from her breasts. Then using a spoon he ate from the spot between her legs where it had pooled. “Mmm, my soup has never tasted so good.”

She was so turned on she could barely sit still. Expecting to be fed as well, she was startled when he said, “Second course.” Something hot was being served onto the top of her breasts. She felt the fork prick her flesh and then the pain as he twirled the pasta. She was moaning wanting him to pinch her nipples, pay attention to her throbbing clit. “Something, do something!” She screamed in her head.

As soon as that thought was in her mind she heard a familiar sound; whipped cream being sprayed out of a can. Suddenly he took off the ball gag and started pushing his whipped cream covered cock into her mouth. “Dessert,” he moaned as she hungrily devoured him.

He had planned on feeding her the entire meal as well but eating his dinner off her tied up body was so fucking hot he couldn’t stand it anymore. It didn’t take long for him to come down her throat. Licking her lips, she asked, “So, do I get to eat now?” “No,” he said as he replaced the ball gag. “This was just dinner for one.”

HFFD,

Tarin

Man Candy

Where was this yummy morsel when I was looking for some man candy for AT's contest last week?? Is it warm in here...quick someone splash me with some cool water.

HFFD,

Tarin

Cruisin' Again

I am in the middle of so many deadlines right now my head is spinning! Have I bitten off more than I can chew? No, I'm just not used to having multiple deadlines. If I'm ever going to get published, the only thing to do is to keep writing and submitting, right?? Anyway, I thought I'd share my story that I wrote for Alison Tyler's "boat" contest.

Fantasy Cruise

People were everywhere. Couples were sucking and fucking. Some were tied to various pieces of furniture or railings. Others were being spanked, paddled and whipped. The sounds alone were enough to blow the mind. The natural movement of the ship on the waves added an ethereal quality to the whole scene. The warm sea air was like a drug.

A glass box with a chair inside was set up in the middle of the common room. A crowd had gathered around it. There she was tied to the chair. He stood taunting her with his hard cock. He slapped it against her face; barely pressing her lips apart he teased her. Finally he grabbed her head and forced her mouth to take him. The teasing was over. Her eyes rolled back as he pumped faster and faster. He came. She smiled and looked toward the door as the next one in line entered to take his turn.

As I stood watching my wife’s fantasy being fulfilled, someone was standing behind me fulfilling mine.

I will have more stories to share later. So many ideas, just not enough time in the day!

HFFD,
Tarin

Dreamy What??

I am not kidding. We have a new restaurant in town called Dreamy Weiny!!!!! Now doesn't that sound appetizing? Of course my mind goes, well you know where it goes.....and I thought it sounded more like a salon where men could go for waxings! Don't they all want dreamy weinies??

HFFD,

Tarin

Madness

Does the madness never fucking end?? I was up all night last night....no, not doing a few of my favorite things....with a toothache! I took pain pills and nothing touched it. I couldn't lie down, so I tried to sit up and sleep. Yeah, like that was fucking happening! So, for the rest of the day I need to lock myself in my room.....I'd rather be tied to my chair......and get some writing done. Ten days left isn't near long enough! I've lost two whole weeks of writing time. I even missed two weeks of contests at Alison Tyler's blog! I fucking hate that. Off to my room....no ropes, no toys, no distractions whatsoever.....okay, I'm going. I really am going!

HFFD,
Tarin

Feeling Shitty All Week

Another migraine this week. And, I'm having a winter cold virus in the middle of the summer. What the fuck! I had the fever and everything. I am feeling better today except now I can't seem to eat anything that doesn't burn the hell out of my stomach. I don't know. I just fucking give up!

My husband had another doc appointment today. He still has the back pain and all the other symptoms have cleared up. Doc seems to think it might just be a muscle thing and, of course, husband agrees. I am hoping they are both right! He's off work for another week, at least it's paid!

The one good thing this week...I got my button from Alison Tyler for my story, "Virgin No More", in the "All Laced Up" contest. This could be the beginning of another addiction!! Whatever gets me writing. Shit, I've only got one more day to get the new one finished. Now I have to go look for fucking hot men for inspiration....yeah, don't you feel sorry for me now?

HFFD,

Tarin

Virgin No More

My first two contests down, I am trying to find a man to write about for the next one. I have three deadlines right around the corner so, here's the story I wrote for one of Alison Tyler's flash contests. (It was my first.) I guess I'm no longer a virgin in that arena either---my rose has bloomed!!

Virgin No More

I was no virgin. I had never given head before so he started calling me “little virgin”. I hated it. He asked me to do it every time we fucked. I turned him down every time. One night we were watching porn and I decided to give it a try.In one of the scenes a woman was down on her knees in front of her man. She began licking him up one side of his shaft, flicked her tongue over the tip and back down the other side. She took his whole cock into her mouth and moved her head up and down, faster and faster.

I turned off the movie and got on my knees in front of him. I pulled down the waistband of his shorts. I almost stopped but he put his hand on my head and smiled at me. I began to kiss and lick him. He settled back to let me experiment and learn my way around. Every moan gave me more confidence.

I took him completely into my mouth. He gasped and laced his fingers through my hair. My fear was gone. He had total control and I loved it. Electricity went through my body straight to my clit. My head spun and I was transported someplace I had never been before. When he came, I wanted it. He shot against the back of my throat. I swallowed every drop. Smiling around his pulsing cock I thought “virgin no more.”

HFFD,

Tarin

Alone on a Friday Night

And, loving it! I'm not usually one to like being alone. The husband works 3rd shift so I've adapted my own schedule to his. I can't sleep when he's not here anyway so why waste the time on mindless tv. Do you know that we have over a hundred channels and there is hardly anything on, fucking ever!! Back to being alone. My son has moved back home. I know it's hard on him, I've been there. But, oh hell, I forgot how much attention he needs when he's here! And, noisy!!! It's Friday night and he's gone til tomorrow. *Takes deep breath and relishes in the silence*

I can spread out my work on the table and not worry about who will be coming in the door. I can put on my favorite comfy clothes, you know the ones you wouldn't be caught dead in outside of your house or even by your own family! Yeah, I've got 'em on. Listening to some Heart and singing with the headphones on--guess what, the dog doesn't care! Later, after I've finished my work for the evening, I'm going to get out my favorite movies--yeah, the ones tucked away in the bottom of my drawer. I deserve a reward, right??

Alison Tyler put this on her blog today. I had to have it for mine. How fucking beautiful is Daniel Craig?? (And, btw, he is my favorite Bond besides Sean Connery.) Man Candy, indeed! Back to work so I can play later. Hi ho...

HFFD,
Tarin

Changed Somehow

Wow! I've only had Alison Tyler's Pleasure Bound: True Bondage Stories, for a little more than a week and I've already read it three times! I love this book!

The stories have left me feeling like I have been bound, punished and fucked. They left me wanting to be bound; craving the feel of the rope on my skin, being totally at his mercy. My heart pounds. My head swims. My pussy aches. Alison asks in the introduction, "Are you ready to be captured?" Yes, I am. "Are you sure?" YES, I AM!! And, captured I have been.

Though I loved all the stories, there a few that reverberate somewhere deep in my soul. It's not just the sex, though the sex is great. The images, the emotion, the whole experience left me changed somehow. And isn't that what every writer/reader wants?

Bella Dean's "King of the Road" was one of those stories. I felt the surprise, fear, embarrassment and the power that she wrote about. I left that road with her feeling a little sexier myself.

"Tears of All Kinds", by Tess Danesi, shook me to my core. I love being tied so tight that I can barely move. There is just something about being at his mercy that takes me completely to another place. But this demonstration of power, pain and pleasure took me somewhere I've never been before. And, I loved it! I'm left wanting a similar experience. I'm shivering at the thought but so fucking turned on!

Thomas S. Roche never fails to tell a great story. And his "Ghosts of the Wildflower" is a great story. A ball gag, restraints, a four-post bed, a tacky hotel...sounds like a great time to me. But, when Jill slaps him the first time, chills ran up my spine. It's humorous but the not knowing is scary as hell.

And Alison Tyler's own story, "Stickler for Details", resonated with so many truths for me. I could identify with knowing what you want but not knowing exactly how to ask. Or not even knowing that you really want it until after you've been on the receiving end of it. A definite mind-fuck!

So, it's not always just the fucking. That's the proverbial icing on the cake, true. For me it's the mind games, the ebb and flow of power and passion, the pleasure that comes on the heals of pain that takes me over the edge. This book does all of that. Thanks to all the writers for sharing their experiences and doing so in such a way that we readers feel like we've been there with you and we've come away changed somehow. Thanks, Alison, for another favorite read. You always put together such complete anthologies. There's always something for everyone!

HFFD,
Tarin

Headache from Hell

I am prone to migraines. I know the signs and am prepared to take action. How fucking fair is it when the signs hit while you're sleeping and you wake up with the damn thing? I woke up with it but still had to go to the office, boss away on emergency. I had to work through a year of deposit receipts, compiling them and squinting at the calculator! By the end of the day, I was hoping to fucking throw up already! After several gallons, not really, of diet coke and a handful of meds, I am feeling better. The blurred vision is even clearing up. I fucking hate headaches, migraines even worse.

Now I'm a whole day behind on my writing. Deadlines loom in the distance. I've got books to read, reviews to write and, oh, did I mention my house is a complete wreck? That's just one evening of lying in bed, mind you---and I don't have children at home! I'm off to try to salvage some of my night. I write all night long...no phone calls, no interruptions, no husband needing attention. I have a few good hours left.

Oh, and I just received two more calls for submission in my mailbox! The life of a writer...I LOVE it!!

HFFD,
Tarin

In a Janis Mood

I'm sitting here listening to Janis Joplin. It's that kind of day; don't-give-a- fuck-stay-in-bed-all-day kind of day. When I am in the pit, there is very little that makes me feel better.



Janis is one and I don't indulge in the others anymore, though a little vodka in the iced tea would be welcome. Then there's sex. Nothing quiets the mind for me like a night of fucking. Getting all intense and crazy with desire and then the release. No better drug out there! Guess I've written my own prescription then. Now to fill it!

HFFD,
Tarin

Voyeur at Heart

I love to watch sex. I first realized this when I would watch and listen to my roommate with her many boyfriends. I don't know if they ever knew I was watching but, it didn't matter. I wrote this after watching my husband when he thought I was gone for the day.

Solo

Looking through the living room window I see him lying on the sectional. He seems to be almost finished. He is tense, ab muscles are tight, ripped, waiting on the edge. His jeans are pulled down just to his knees and his boxer briefs are pulled down just far enough that he has room to work. The waistband is tight around his balls, his cock swelled to perfect hardness.

His face contorts in that agony of pain, pleasure and anticipation. Damn, I wish he was in my mouth instead of on the other side of the glass. His hand is moving faster and he jams it harder and harder to the pelvis with each stroke. Every few seconds he gives his balls a squeeze with the free hand. He opens his eyes to check out his own hardness in his hands. He watches his hand slide up and down the shaft. It doesn’t take long. I’ve almost missed this one.

The sweat beads appear on his face, the leg muscles tense and his eyes fly open so he can watch the explosion as cum shoots up over his hand. The pumping slows as the orgasm pulses through him. Completely spent he lays back and closes his eyes. A smile and look of satisfaction passes across his face. Not letting go of his softening member, he slowly runs his finger up the shaft enjoying the slick feeling. Another smile and he drifts off to sleep.


HFFD,
Tarin

Flying Monkeys

I guess I should have written this one first but, here it is anyway. I'm using this blog to share some of my writings, secrets, dreams, desires and fantasies. I'm ready to share with others. Hopefully each who visits will find something they like. Just remember that everything is copyrighted by me, the author, and you have to have permission to share with anyone else. Like my favorite coffee mug says, "Don't make me call the flying monkeys!!"

Thank you for honoring the art by respecting the artist.

HFFD,
Tarin

As I Am

I was listening to a popular country group (Sugarland) tonight. Their song, "Take Me As I Am" has become my new anthem. I am beginning a new stage in my life in so many areas. I'm an empty-nester, going back to college and trying to launch a new writing career. So I needed a new anthem.

I've been stuck in a way of life that stifled me. I always felt like I had to live up to some one else's expectations. And I never measure up. What I've realized is that it doesn't matter what I do, I will never measure up in those people's eyes. So why not step out and be who I am? It's about damn time!

In the song the chorus says, "If you want me, come and get me but understand, you take me as I am!" Isn't that fucking awesome?? I love it! If you want me you have to take the crazy too...and yes, I am crazy. I've recently learned to embrace that fact. We all have our crazy, some of us are just better at hiding it than others. Come on. You know who you are! That song has freed me to be who I really am, the me inside that no one ever sees. I have to accept myself before I can expect others to do so.

As soon as I embraced this I began writing like I never have before. I've been putting together so many stories and story ideas. It's amazing really. I've given myself permission to be me and to enjoy doing so. In that there is tremendous freedom and peace of mind!

Here's the song. It's actually a montage of all of Sugarland's videos but it had the best sound.





HFFD,
Tarin

First Contest

I entered my first contest at Alison Tyler's blog. She holds a weekly writing contest and I've been lurking for quite a while. This past week I decided to enter. My story "Virgin No More" received the second highest votes. I love it!! I am very surprised but, I fucking love it! I did have to choose between the two stories that I wrote this week. Here's the one that I didn't send in.

Dream Boat

He bought the boat with her in mind. Even though they only knew each other from the restaurant, he was sure she’d dig what he had planned.

“You have to put this on,” he said holding the blindfold out to her. Her eyes widened and he was afraid she was going to bolt. She only hesitated a moment and then put it on. His instincts about her were right.

“I promise I won’t hurt you and if you want to stop at any time, just say so. Any questions?”

“No.” Her voice quivered but her nipples were rock hard under her t-shirt and there was a hint of a smile on her face.

“Good. No more talking then.”

There was no struggle in tying her to the mast of the boat. He couldn’t wait any longer. The sight of her tied to his boat and the warm sea air was like a drug. First he pinched her nipples then traveled down to her wet cunt. The ball gag kept her from crying out when he plunged two fingers into the depth of her, but a rough moan gurgled in her throat. Kneeling in front of her he sucked her clit and worked his tongue inside. She came quickly, straining against the ropes. Her body went limp and he reached up to untie her.

“Hey! Are you sleeping? Are you ready to order or what?

I really like this one but chose the other at someone else's suggestion. We'll see who I listen to from now on!

HFFD,
Tarin

Writing Frenzy

Holy Shit!! I've been up all night. A full night writing. I made phenomenal progress too. I wrote two stories for Alison Tyler's "Boat story" contest. Now I have to choose one to submit (or do I?). I also wrote the rough draft of the "Purple" showcase story for Alison. I started another story for an anthology due Aug. 15. And, I wrote the rough draft for yet another story for a different anthology due Aug. 1!! I haven't had a writing frenzy like this in....ever!! Alison Tyler you fucking rock as an inspiration. Truly! Now is the hard part. The revisions. That's the longer, harder work. (oooh, I like the sound of that) All this writing about sucking and fucking has made me tired but horny as hell!! What do do, what to do?? Husband is at work. Hmmm, three choices as I see it:

1) Keep writing

2) Go to sleep

3) Get out my purple battery-powered friend!

I'm leaning toward number 3! And, yes, Alison Tyler, my battery-powered friend is really purple. G'nite all (or good morning, whichever applies).

HFFD,

Tarin

P.S. After I originally wrote this, I was up even longer writing two more stories! So, here I sit at the computer. I didn't get out my purple friend after all.

A Coming Out

This is new territory for me. Not the erotica part; secretly I've always been a dirty little girl. It started when I was a child sneaking peaks at my dad's "girlie" magazines. I've always loved sex. I have been reading romance novels ever since junior high school when I found one of my mom's books. So, being around it and loving it is not new to me. Writing about it is.

As I started writing fiction it dawned on me that I can be whoever I want to be on paper. I can live out my fantasies every time I pick up pen and put it to paper. The more I wrote and got into reading popular erotica, the more I was drawn to it. I want to make other people feel the way I feel when I read anything by Alison Tyler or Rachel Kramer Bussel. I want to create those worlds that I'll never be able to visit in the tangible world.

Hence, this blog is born. My first trek into writing about all things sex. Yesterday I timidly tested the waters when I sent my first erotic piece to a contest. "Virgin No More" is true in more ways than one. The narcissist in me wants to see how it's doing, but the chickenshit in me is, well, chicken shit! Anyway, this is my coming out of sorts. It's scary but oh so fucking exciting!!

HFFD,
Tarin

It's Funny Now..

...but four hours ago we weren't laughing! I thought that one of the perks of being an "empty-nester" was that you could have sex whenever and wherever you wanted. Bullshit!! Here we were in the throws of passion and the phone rang, and kept ringing. It was daughter number 3. I ignored it because husband was so close, I just couldn't make him stop--it was an afternoon quickie afterall. I kept all my attention and mouth just where it was. Then I hear a knock at my bedroom door!! Shit, he says, I forgot to lock the front door. Too late now...I'm too far gone to stop. Daughter says, it's just me, I need to use the bathroom--I'm locked out of my apartment! I stop for a quick second and say just a minute! I go back and finish what I started and we are hauling ass through the bedroom, trying to be quiet about it. I try to wash the come from my mouth and hand. I flush the toilet and open the door apologizing for taking so long. She just looks at me. I shrug my shoulders and go back to the bedroom. I'm sure she knew what was going on and she and her siblings will have great fun discussing mom and dad getting caught fucking *at their age*... but I felt like I had been caught by my mother at seventeen!! Next time, *I* will lock the damn door!!

HFFD,

Tarin