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The Naughty Diaries Released | The Divas Pen
The Divas Pen: Author of Sensual and Dark Romance writing as Sienna Mynx and T.A. Ford

The Scarlet Diaries has now been released for purchase on Kindle and ebook format.

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    Excerpt:

    Diary Entry Four
    Private Dick & The Red Shoes
    April 12, 2009

    Heated passion consumed him, the good, the naughty, and the oh-so-sexy. She spared him nothing. Her sexy moves milked his hard length with each tight rise and fall upon his dick. And that was only the beginning. She ran her tongue along his carotid artery, scraping her teeth over his skittering pulse. Her nipples, ripened to diamond points, rubbed against his pecks in delicious swirls. His hand glided up her moist back. He had to touch her. He couldn’t get enough of touching her. And when her face lifted from his neck, he eagerly captured her mouth. He divided her lips with an aggressive thrust of his tongue. She jerked in his arms from the ravishment, releasing a muffled gasp into his mouth. He had her. She tasted deliciously dark and warm which left him greedy for more. She fed off his need. She worked her hips back and forth with pelvic grinding thrust after thrust, blowing his mind. The clenching, jerking, heated tug and release of her cunt never let up,

    “Faster,” he ordered.

    He groaned his approval as she sped up with a fierce suction on his cock that forced his toes to curl under the sheets. Wave after wave of rippling heat threaded through his nervous system and sent shockingly tight jolts of passion through the chambers of his racing heart. Every artery, muscle, tendon tightened sending ribbons of undiluted pleasure through his system with her down strokes.

    He wouldn’t last much longer. He’d known passion. He’d known ball busting, toe curling passion, but this—this was something different. Her loving, mixed with his under nurtured need, broke him. He wept against her shoulder in joy, holding her close.

    She enslaved him. As a reward for his obedience, she snatched his large face up and sucked hard at his lower lip. He drank in every breathy moan she released with her sex working up and down on his engorged cock. The continual motion ignited flaming spears of pleasure through his shaft that locked every joint from his pelvic bone to the bottoms of his feet. He groaned in sublime agony, overcome by the warmth from her satiny wetness. Tendrils of desire spiraled through his loins, then coiled around his lungs, strangling him from a needed breath. The battle of their dueling tongues drew silken little noises from her that he swallowed.

    Her head dropped back. A trickle of sweat made a slow pilgrimage from under her chin, down between the sexy valley of her breasts. He licked his lips, wanting to taste. Before his head lowered to the offering, she forced him down to the pillows and held him there. Her bottom bounced full throttle. Her nails cut through the fleshy mounds of muscle on his chest. He vowed to screw her into the mattress if he could summon the strength to flip her. Those sex kitten moves she put down sent long powerful pulses that spasmed from the base of his spine to the tip of his cock. Endless moments passed with her riding him hard, up and down on his jerking rod, his eyes closed, his lungs fighting for a normal cadence of breath. And still she continued. And he enjoyed each torturous moment.

    Davey, gripped her moist thighs to slow the intensity, but there would be no mercy. She rolled her hips and laughed. Then she fell over on him while bouncing on his dick until he was grunting her name.

    Annie…Annie…Annie…

    ****

    Davey shot up in bed. He blinked through beads of sweat the size of pearls, running down his feverish brow. He was drenched. His thin sheet was pasted to his chest and thighs. Davey shook his head to wake from the deep sleep that he had fallen into. He then wiped his hand down his face. When he opened his eyes again, he noticed how his erection made a tent of his sheet.

    “Fuck! Fuck.”

    Night spilled into his hotel room through drawn curtains, no more than a flash of pink and yellow from the bustling avenue below. With his heart racing, dick hard, balls drawn up tight, Davey tossed the cover aside. He tripped over his shoes to reach the dresser. There, he fumbled over his wallet and keys until his fingers connected with the ridged rounded surface of his binoculars. He skipped the telescope and went to the window.

    After a moment, his vision adjusted. The warm night had provoked the unexpected. She’d thrown open the window to her bedroom, allowing the shallow breeze between their buildings to stroke her to sleep. He couldn’t see all of her, just the form of her long legs and shapely thighs tangled in her creamy white bed sheets. Panting, Davey lowered the binoculars slowly and swallowed down the lump in his throat. It was just another frustrated dream. When would this all end? Tomorrow, he would make the call. His job was done. If he didn’t turn her over, he’d do something stupid. Like introduce himself.


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