Sunday, July 3, 2022

Sunday Snippet: Bedroom Chronicles

Wow. June flew by in a wild blur. Half the year is gone and I'm kind of wondering where it went. July and August are going to be fairly busy with some time off in each month that I'm not quite ready for but probably need to recharge.

Didn't get as much television watched this week. I struggled to get through a new-to-me show and probably won't finish it.

I watched an episode of The Snoopy Show and finished the first season. All in all, an enjoyable watch. I'll start the second season this week.

The show I struggled with is Resort to Murder. I think because it got a somewhat slow start and the pacing is slower than I like. I might revisit this one at a later date.

Watched another episode of Silent Witness and liked where it ended up. The story took a somewhat expected twist and I loved it.

Caught another episode of Classic Who. The daleks are up to their usual insane plots and I kind of like Ace as the new companion.

Finished the first season of Most Terrifying Places in America. Oddly, the next season is three and I can't find a second season … so there's that weird twist.

Almost finished with the first season of The Mandalorian. This show makes me happy. I haven't decided if I'm going to go right into the second season or if I'll wait until the third one is ready to launch. Stay tuned.

Caught another episode of The Hardy Boys and enjoyed it a lot. Things are getting very twisty and turny and I'm here for it. Looking forward to the next episode.

Thought I finished the first season of The Babysitter's Club, but I have two more episodes to watch. I started episode nine and look forward to seeing what Camp Moosehead has in store for the group.

That's pretty much it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from Bedroom Chronicles, a novella that brings a new dynamic to an established couple.

Here's the mini-blurb:

When Birk musters out of the military, he drops in on his best friend, Klint and his wife Elsie. They welcome Birk into their home and eventually their bed because Elsie can't think of anyone better than her husband's oldest friend to fulfill their deepest fantasy. But sometimes the best laid plans go awry and dealing with the fallout is a challenge.

And a snippety peek…

Elsie removed her fingers from the keyboard and leaned back in her chair. "Shit. That might be the hottest thing I ever wrote." She usually didn't write the sexy stuff when she didn't have Klint home to relive or reenact the fun scenes.

But a deadline loomed and she couldn't put off finishing the chapter. Especially when she didn't know how long Klint would be gone. Squirming in her seat, she cursed his absence.

Occasionally, she used Big Bob, the vibrator Klint nicknamed. Big Bob wouldn't do today. God. She needed a big, hard dick pounding her pussy, her ass, her mouth—she didn't care which. She wanted the sexual high from a nice, sweaty fuck so she could come back and focus on her work.

She growled with frustration. "Dammit. What a time for Klint to be gone." Her nipples tingled and her core throbbed with need.

She avoided looking at her monitor, but her imagination replayed the steamy scenario she'd written. A very dirty thought popped into her head…

Maybe she didn't have to wait. "Klint's not home but Birk is." Rising from her chair, she leaned forward and saved her file then closed her laptop.

Birk's car sat under the canopy of leaves provided by the big oak tree outside. Elsie left her office and strode through the house, heading to the back door. What about your promise to always be inclusive? The promise also included changing things up when they were ready.

She couldn't wait. With only one conscious thought, Elsie found herself standing outside Birk's apartment above the garage. Nervous tension filled her when she knocked. Birk answered, wearing a T-shirt and cargo shorts.

She didn't give him time to speak. Grabbing his shirt, she planted a steamy kiss on his lips. Birk grabbed her ass and brought her close. His dick wedged between them and she wanted it. Now. Her palm massaged the length and it grew hard and heavy.

She broke the lip-lock. "I want your cock. I don't care where. Just let me have it." She popped the button of the cargos and dragged the zipper down. Shoving the fabric past his hips, she licked her lips when his erection jutted outward long and proud. She fisted the stiff shaft. "God, please fuck me." Nothing loving or tender about what she asked for.

Birk resisted. "This is so not a good idea." His gaze raked over her, trying to gauge what had her so hot and bothered.

Elsie shook her head. "Probably not, but I don't care." Her free hand inched up under his shirt, spreading out over his torso.

Caught up in the lust of the moment, she didn't want to think overly hard about what they were doing. Birk's mouth worked, no doubt making an attempt to talk her out of what she wanted most right now. Letting go of his dick, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head. Her breasts bouncing free, she cupped one and rolled the nipple with her fingers. Birk's breath hissed out and his eyes went dark. Elsie used her free hand to push her shorts down then kicked them free.

She turned to the side, pushing her ass outward. "Are you really gonna turn this down?" She faced him again, moving her palm to play with her other breast.

The other hand skimmed over her stomach, going lower to delve between her legs.

Birk's eyes closed and his breath whooshed out. "God damn."

Elsie let a smile curve her lips and she lifted her glistening fingers for his perusal. "See how badly I need you right now?"

Birk growled and grabbed her hand, sucking the digits between his lips, licking the essence from them. "Man … you're hot right now."

Elsie nodded. "I'm hot for your cock, Birk." She wrapped her fist around the hard shaft again. "Are you gonna give it to me?" She sent him a pleading glance.

This scene went way hotter than I anticipated but Elsie had definite ideas of how she wanted it to play out.


 

That's it for this week. Happy reading!

Skylin

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