Maybe this is a goodbye. Maybe it's a nervous breakdown. Maybe it's global warming.

Sitting here drinking a blue gatorade and listening to All American Rejects.
I hate that I lack the ability to feel more positive about my writing journey, I hate that I feel down once a month about all the things that I am doing wrong. I don't know, it's defeating to do stuff and feel like it doesn't get you anywhere.
Do I want something big to happen? Am I just doing this for fun? What do I want? *shakes head* I don't know and that's what is making me crazy.
I know I enjoy writing, but now I feel like the enjoyment gets sucked out of it when I doubt myself.
I doubt myself for stupid reasons and for valid ones.
It makes me crazy. A little sad and a bit agitated.
And now I am sitting here forcing myself to imagine what life would be like if I just stopped writing altogether....
*sigh* Maybe this is the sign that the fun has been sucked out of it. If I can't even figure out why I feel that way or what to do about it maybe I need to step away.

I'm a big tease!

Ink 4 is going smoothly and I forsee it coming soon if I keep up my momentum. I can't precisely what date yet but a lot sooner than I envisioned. So, I know a lot of you are anxiously waiting. I offer you a few teases into book 4. (raw and unedited**) Enjoy!

Someone wraps on the door. I cover the phone before I lash out. “Can’t a girl have a few minutes alone?”

“You’ve had your minutes. Now get the fuck out here,” Kenny says.

I roll my eyes and unlock the door. “I have to go. The psycho has summoned me.”

Karsen sighs. “Tell him Cherry still hates him and that if he does anything to my friend I will be sure my boyfriend despines him.”

Kenny rolls his eyes. “Tell blondie she wishes her boyfriend had the balls to even consider it.”

I don’t humor him, instead I just hit end on my phone and plop down on his sleazy leather sectional next to Slade.

“This place is disgusting,” I point out looking around at all the take out boxes and empty beer cans. He sure lived the bachelor lifestyle.

“That’s one of the perks of living alone,” he says. “I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

And another!

I am beginning to hate this bar.

But watching the pretty blonde go about her business cleaning and serving customers puts me back into my right mind. It reminds me why I am here.

Slade’s finger circles the mouth of his beer as he studies her. “What do you think it takes to have the ability to bring back the dead?” he asks. “Do you think she’s a witch?”

I drop my chin to my palm. “I don’t even know. I don’t even know what the deal is with Kenny. Who can kill people just by touching them?”

What I wish I knew about being an author years ago...

As I type this I wish I could write what was in my head in mere days and have perfectly complete books at my disposal. FAT CHANCE.

There's a lot that I wish I could do as an author. And I am a self published author so the list grows even longer.

There are so many things I wish I knew back then that I know now. Like, the importance of really thinking about plots and plot holes. Because as I rewrite a series I see that there was a lot that I didn't cover. Silly me.

I also wish I knew about all the bloggers and wonderful people willing to lend a hand. They are wonderful and do so much for books. 

I wish I knew about organization. Years ago I just sifted through the muck, only recently did I organize all my writing tools and websites so they are way easier to get to when I need them. And when you are doing anything that has to do with your books you need them to be very accessible believe me.

I wish I knew the power of brainstorming with friends or my husband. When you simply talk about your story with someone else they unknowingly fill your mind with new ideas.

I wish there was spotify back then, because it's my go to when I write. I love listening to music when I write and with Spotify I can make playlist.

I wish I knew that hard work pays off. I'm sure I knew that but it really does. You can sit and wish all day you had success in anything but if you don't bust your ass to get there it will never happen. Even when you think it's not working for you as an author just keep pushing ahead, keep trying. One day you will feel so accomplished no matter big or small.

A little Sunday Tease.

An undedit peek into a new project I am working on. Enjoy!

“Do you have a curfew?” Hart asked her, referring to her phone.

They held each other’s gaze. She always wanted to win with him. Because he was playful and when he spoke to her it was as if he enjoyed it.

“Maybe not a curfew but a boyfriend,” she informed him. As if he didn’t already know that little insight.

Hart fought back the smirk but failed. It was a telling kind.

“You’re awful,” she told him. She shook her head at him and took another bite of ice cream. “I’m beginning to believe you’re a trouble maker.”

Hart feigned innocence. “I just don’t know what you see in him.”

“And rude, you’re really rude,” she pointed her spoon at him, scolding him playfully. “I’ll have you know I have known him since elementary school.” As if that made it any better.

“Is that a good thing?” Hart surveyed his hand for ice cream or caramel. He balled his napkin and toyed with the paper between his fingers.

“It’s comfortable. It’s something I’ve always known,” she pushed away the dessert. Admitting such a thing seemed pitiful.

“What about you?” She said recovering. She hated when she started to doubt herself because it pushed her back into sadness. “Have you ever been in love?”

Hart’s fingers stopped toying with the napkin. He raised an eyebrow, the idea she was asking him about love was a bit out of the norm for her. “It’s just a feeling like everything else.”

Elle’s phone vibrated. She hit ignore and leaned in. “Of course it’s a feeling. One of the best ones they say.” Than how come she had never felt it she wondered.

Yes she loved Pauly, but it wasn’t that heart stopping love like in the movies. But like many girls she knew and grew up with it didn’t matter. They all were destined to go down the same road as their parent’s. They were going to marry the first boy from high school they felt feelings for. The boy that grew up in the same town, it was all anyone around her ever did. And it made sense, it was safe. It kept things easy and simple.

“I have to disagree.” Hart shook his head. “The best feelings are moments. That moment when you see that girl, you know you’re dying to kiss her, when you’re so fixated on her mouth, that you just want to grab her, to feel it against yours.”

Elle swallowed. Her heart thudded in her chest reminding her just how uncomfortable she had become sitting there with Hart. She didn’t know what to say.

“The first time you touch her it’s better than love,” he leaned back in the booth. “Sorry, you asked. I was just being honest.”

“Maybe it’s so great because that’s what love is. Intense feelings.” She looked away feeling a bit bashful. “Maybe there’s only one person that makes you feel that way when you touch them because you’re in love with them. Maybe that’s how you know you’re in love.”

She wasn’t sure if Hart believed her theory.

“If love was so real people wouldn’t treat each other the way that they do,” he told her. His attention left her as soon as the diner door opened and the bell sounded. 

The Wingless series has come back!

For those of you who do not know, the Wingless Series is back. And it has been revamped. I even have the cover for book 2 in the series now. So in honor of my favorite series that I ever wrote I want to share the book covers and the link to book 1.

For a few days the first in the series will be free. So grab your copy and let me know what you think. Thanks so much everyone for all of your support!

Grab a copy of Book 1 for free on Amazon!

Rejection and acceptance

I am a writer, an author, a person who enjoys expressing herself  writing books.

And recently there have been some things I wanted to address.

It has started to grate on my nerves (and that takes quite a lot) and now I feel like speaking my peace.


Let me just start by saying that I am tired of seeing fellow authors/writers with these awful attitudes toward the readers. I'm talking about the the way I keep reading all the complaining when the shitstorm of negative comes their way about their books. I see a lot of anger and shit talking about how unfair it is, and how they are so appalled that someone dare say something bad about their book.


Well, let's get real . Yeah we work hard on our book, so does every other author in the world. In life you have to know how to take the good with the bad. You can't jump for joy when you get great reviews and want to knock down the doors of the others that don't like your book. That makes you look like a big kid throwing a tantrum. Really, grow up.

And don't try to use the bullying card. If you are wanting to write, write. Nobody can stop you from doing that but you. If you believe in your work then put it out there. It's not rocket science. Someone will love it. Some will hate it, don't whine about it...it really makes you look like a sore loser.

I myself have got my fair share of kick in the mouth when it comes to reviews. I don't let the reviews dictate my choice to be who I am. I love writing and NOBODY will ever change that. I respect and thank each and every person who has bought/read my work, even if it was a one star review or a five star.


There are lots of people out there who choose to try and damage or tear you down via reviews. But the thing is you DON'T have to let it. You don't have to dwell on someone who had nothing better to do than write mean hateful words about you or your work. It's their right.

My advice, appreciate each and every review you get. And if you can't handle someone out there not liking your work then maybe you shouldn't write. It's going to happen and if you can't grow a thick skin and move on with your life your never going to get anywhere.

Also, I don't see the need to jump on bandwagons. Come on, we all have our own minds. Don't be so damn quick to feel the way others feels because they are pissed, or you may end up doing something you regret.


To the readers out there, I thank you all for reading my books, for liking or not liking them. No matter what your awesome and no matter what I'm still writing. *smile*

Surrender to love Cover Reveal

For those of you who are a fan of J.C. Valentine you may be happy to see this post. Those who don't know J.C, here's a little info:

J.C. Valentine is the alter-ego of Brandi Salazar, whose enjoyment of erotic tales of romance spurred her to branch out and create her own.Brandi Salazar lives in the Northwest with her husband, their wild children, and far too many pets. As a university student, she studies literature, which goes well with her dream to become an editor. Brandi entertains a number of hobbies including reading and photography, but her first love is writing fiction-in all its forms.

 Another book is on its way from the very talented author. And I myself am looking forward to it! So as a treat here is the cover for the new book, Surrender to love!!

And here is a little taste of what you have in store for you. *squeals*

As he stared at her profile, taking in the gentle slope of her nose, the roundness of her cheeks, the curve of her lips as they turned up at the corners, and how they shifted with each new expression, he realized with sudden clarity that his fear had nothing to do with the cars or the speed. It had everything to do with the damage he’d sustained to his mind and soul that night.

He’d made himself into a victim, that’s what everyone told him, but he was only now realizing it. He’d set aside everything that had ever held his interest. He’d cleaved away the one thing he’d ever truly been passionate about like a rotten limb. The severance had left a hollow place inside of him where the painful memories echoed like hungry ghosts.

No more. 

Watching Patti now, her passion bleeding through in her every move and shout of joy, Jon knew the only way to enjoy life was by living it. 


Also there is a giveaway going on in honor of the cover reveal. Go ahead and enter, you know you want to!

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Meet the author, Jennie Marts

Jennie writes Romance, Mystery and Humorous Women's Fiction. She loves to make readers laugh as she weaves stories about love, friendship and intrigue.She lives in Colorado with her husband and two sons. Jennie enjoys being a member of (RWA) Romance Writers of America, the Pikes Peak Chapter of RWA, and Pikes Peak Writers. She spends her spare time playing volleyball and reading and believes you can’t have too many books, shoes or friends. Jennie loves to hear from readers.

Jennie was so kind to do an interview:

Name 5 favorite movies. Why? I love Feel-good movies with happy endings that make you laugh! Favorites include: Parenthood, The BlindSide, Hitch, Music and Lyrics, Knotting Hill

What's your favorite love story? (movie or book) Pretty Woman for movie and probably Jamie and Claire in Outlander for book

What’s your favorite line from any movie?

If we Googled your name what would we see? I just tried it, haha. It was mostly Author, my book title: Another Saturday Night and I Ain't Got No Body, Romantic Comedy, Romance Writers of America, and a couple of contest wins.

You were just given a yacht. What would you name it? Another Saturday Night

If you could have been told one thing that you weren't told when you were a teenager, what would you like to have heard? If you would have just stopped arguing and kept your mouth shut, you wouldn't have been grounded as much!

You've just been hired to a promotions position at Kellog Co. What would you put in a new breakfast cereal box as a gimmick?

Just like "Everybody Wang Chung tonight!", what action would your name be if it were a verb? Positive.

If you were attending a Halloween party, what would your costume be and why? A pirate. Because that's the costume I have in my closet and I love putting on that big black curly long-haired wig!

Are you a morning or night person? Definitely a night person!

If I wasn't afraid I would _________ (What?)....try sky-diving.

Someday, I want to _________ (What?) ...travel around Europe.

You have multiple personalities, describe some of them. Party-girl, Procrastinator, Writer, Mom, Everybody's BFF,

What is the best thing you have done in your life? My two sons.

What are your favorite hobbies? volleyball and reading

Do you believe in love at first sight? Absolutely! :)

Does Prince Charming exist? For sure, but I already married him, so he's off the market.

List five adjectives to describe yourself.  Kind-hearted, funny, positive, life-of-the-party, hugger

 Are you as interested as I am about her books?

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Review of Strings by Kendall Grey

Strings by Kendall Grey
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I have been looking forward to writing this review.
It takes a lot for a book to keep my attention. So when I read the first couple pages, let's just say I was thrilled.



I love when a book pulls me in the first page I read. That's when I know the book is worth reading.


Strings was a great read from the first to the last word. I loved each and every character. They all were painted so beautifully that I felt like I was a part of the wild ride.

From the beginning I was totally enthralled by Shades, he's hot, he is bad ass, and the fact he literally was willing to do anything and not care that made the story even more bad ass, and also made me rubs my eyes and ask myself if I read the first part correctly.
I loved both bands and I think the writing was so well done that the music aspect of the book was spot on.

It's not the first book I have read with a bunch of raunchy sex talk, and I wasn't appalled. I was amused and impressed with the amount of wit this author has. And I found myself laughing and smirking the entire book.


It's filthy, but in a good way. The chemistry between Letty and Shades was perfect. They were meant for each other and I hope to read more. I also loved Jinx, probably more than Letty even.

The whole book was great, but for me the ending was the perfect icing on my sex filled cake. It was everything I could ask for in an ending. And it wasn't cheesy and it left me satisfied.

I will definitely be reading more from Kendall Grey. I look forward to Beats. Give her books a chance, she is a talented and a awesome chick!


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Author Blog hop

In celebration of the author blog hop, I have created a giveaway. And it just so happens to fall the day after the release of Bliss. So enter for you chance to win one of three ebook copies.

Falling in love and then losing the most important person in your life…

Was it fate? For three years Morgan was married to the love of her life, Eric. A perfect marriage, a perfect friendship everything she could want, everything she needed. But when Eric dies in a car accident, everything she ever wanted is taken on that same fateful day.And then she meets Carter Sterling, he’s your typical player. And there is one serious problem—Carter is seeing her friend, Ana.Morgan is desperately searching for someone to fill the emptiness inside of her. But getting involved with Carter or anyone may not be what she needs. But Carter has his own plans, and Morgan isn’t part of it.All she wants is to feel that way again…Warning: Contains explicit situations and language

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Change of heart by S.E. Edwards

Persevere. 

That's how I've gotten through nineteen years of life. It's what I do every single day--no matter how badly the odds are stacked against me.

Persevere, and survive.

Those are my two guiding words. I never knew either of my parents. I have no family and no home. The only person I could ever rely on was myself. In this cruel world, that's about as much as I can ask for.

Love? Hah. Don't talk to me about love. I stopped believing in it the day my first boyfriend ripped out my heart three years ago.

That's why love is the last thing on my mind when I leave a packed college bar with a captivating stranger. Yet everything changes when I'm awakened in the middle of the night by a pounding at the door. Suddenly, an arrangement meant for just one night threatens to become something much deeper. 

All expectations are thrown to the wind as I'm tangled in a dangerous world unlike anything I can believe. The man I met has secrets swirling around him like a dark cape. I'm about to become his biggest one...

Excerpt from Change of Heart:

Together, we stumble toward the elevator. Rich breaks away for a second to hit the button. The light doesn’t come on.

“Damn,” he growls, “it’s busted again.”

I’m one step ahead of him. I’d spotted the stairs when we entered. I grab his hand and pull him after me with no hesitation. I start up the cement stairwell, determined to get to his room as fast as possible.

“Penny, wait.”

I look back, confused. “What?”

A devilish smile plays on his lips. “Only this.” Without warning his hands wrap around my waist, and I’m  being lifted up as easily as if I were a doll. He turns to the side and presses my body against the wall, suspending me between him and the concrete.

His mouth crashes down on mine again. I curl my legs around his torso, locking my ankles together, and kiss him back with the passion reserved for a lover after ten long years apart. I didn’t think it was possible, but I’m getting even more turned on. Rich’s hands move down to grasp the outside of my thighs, and I moan into his kiss as the muscles of my core clench in sinful fashion. I want him so

badly. If we don’t get somewhere private soon, I won’t be wholly opposed to jumping him in public.

I gasp as he steps away, freeing me from the wall. I start to fall, but one of his hands darts down to catch me just beneath the knees.  The other one cradles my shoulders. Before I know it, I’m slung across his   arms like a bride on her wedding night.

“I’ve always wanted to carry a girl up these stairs,” Rich admits.

I laugh, and wrap my arm around his neck. “Oh, you are just the best type of romantic.”

Four flights of stairs later, Rich pushes open the fire door to a dimly-lit hallway. He carries me down the hall and stops in front of an entrance on the right. He sets me down, then fishes around in his jeans for the key. When the door creaks open, he sweeps a hand out in front of him. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

I walk in, curious about his apartment. I tend to side with the camp of people who believe that a person’s living arrangements can reveal a lot about his personality. But, I don’t find much to work with here.

The apartment is sparse and dark. Pale moonlight filters in through the balcony window, shining down on the only piece of furniture present: a queen size mattress lying on the floor of the living room. The red brick walls are totally empty—no girly posters or other things I might expect in a bachelor’s apartment. There are no lamps, no chairs, no couches.

After a moment, I notice a second piece of furniture: a small, old-school CRT TV camped in one corner of the studio apartment.

Rich switches on the light. “So?” he asks, “what do you think?”

I walk past the entrance. There’s one hall leading away from the room. It is filled with brown cardboard boxes. Lots and lots of boxes. “Did you just move in or something?”

Rich laughs behind me. “Yeah, something like that. You want a drink?”

“A drink?” I say. “No, I—”

The words catch in my throat as he grabs my hips and spins me around. I had no idea he’d come so close. He’d moved from the door to me without making a sound. His fingers lock together against my lower back, and he tugs me into him, pressing my belly to his waist. I feel his growing erection right away, and a diabolical excitement builds inside me.

Nothing happens.

For a long moment, Richard just holds me like that, staring into my eyes as I’m left dangling off his arms. His irises are the color of sea mist. I’m hypnotized by the deep intensity I see brewing just beneath the surface. I have no doubt that that type of intensity is mirrored in my eyes.

Then, moving slowly, as if restraining himself, Richard lowers his mouth to cover mine. This time, his kiss is sweet and gentle. Subtle and caring. He explores my upper lip first, then traces the line going to the corner of my mouth. His lips form a perfect mold over mine.

I was wrong before. This is the kiss reserved for a lover you haven’t seen in ten years.

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That first kiss launch!

Today is the launch of J.C. Valentine's, That first kiss. I must say I am a big fan of the author and her work. So, I am glad to be a part of the launch. There is a great giveaway at the bottom of this post that you all should enter. Enjoy!!

Mercurial and charming, Tate Larson is a rising author and playboy who has a different woman on his arm every night of the week. Focused on his work, Tate has no plans to settle down any time soon. That is until he meets his pretty new assistant, Piper Donovan. 

Desperate to escape the promise of backwater living, Piper ditched her Alabama hometown and never looked back. That was almost two years ago. Now that she is out of a job and her bank account is running on fumes, she’s desperate to find a job, fast. She finds the break she is searching for when she lands a position at Bookish Temptations. A little dancing and a lot of drinks with the girls seem the perfect way to celebrate. After a brief but explosive encounter with a man she was never supposed to see again turns out to be the same man she will be bending over backwards to please, her every instinct tells her to run. But when running means leaving the life she has struggled so hard to create, Piper decides her only option is to continue working for the devastatingly sexy Tate Larson...even if it kills her. 

Unable to deny their growing attraction, they struggle to keep their distance in a relationship that requires anything but.

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Meet the author: NJ Cole

Meet NJ Cole. After reading her author interview I must say I am very interested in learning more about her and her books! So glad we could have her on the blog for the day!

NJ Cole is a witty, mid-western girl with a kinky side. She works by day and writes by night, all while being a mother to her wonderful boys and serving her Sir. Unlike many of today’s authors, she chooses to write in first person, allowing the readers to experience life through the eyes of the unique characters that live in her head. Her love of those characters and respect for their stories come through loud and clear in her writing. With over two million reads of her online work in the past six months, NJ Cole is clearly an up and coming author.

Name 5 favorite movies. Why?

My Cousin Vinny - It is sooooo funny. "The two youths!"

The Princess Bride - "Hello, my name is Indigo Montoya. You killed my father, prepare to die."

Finding Nemo - "A boat... I saw a boat."

The Cutting Edge - "Toe pick!"

Pretty Woman - I'm a true romantic.

What's your favorite love story? (movie or book)

I love The Girl Next Door. The obstacles they overcome are huge!

What’s your favorite line from any movie?

It's from that same move. "The juice was worth the squeeze."

If we Googled your name what would we see?

You would see my goodreads account and I suppose my facebook page. Nothing too exciting.

You were just given a yacht. What would you name it?

Butterfly

If you could have been told one thing that you weren't told when you were a teenager, what would you like to have heard?

I would have liked to have been told that I would meet my husband and that he would be as wonderful as he is.

You've just been hired to a promotions position at Kellog Co. What would you put in a new breakfast cereal box as a gimmick? 

A copy of my book of course... It had better be adult cereal!

Just like "Everybody Wang Chung tonight!", what action would your name be if it were a verb? 

It would be to enjoy yourself while reading! (you know what I mean)

If you were attending a Halloween party, what would your costume be and why?

I'd love to go as a butterfly.

Are you a morning or night person?

I love to write all night.

If I wasn't afraid I would _________ (What?)

I would have done this years ago.

Someday, I want to _________ (What?)

Someday I want to just write full time.

You have multiple personalities, describe some of them.

I have three. Noc is one. She is the writer and takes care of me. She stands up when things are tough. K is the one who is the mom and who goes out and works. Kitten/butterfly is my submissive side. 

What is the best thing you have done in your life?

My children. They have really turned out great.

What are your favorite hobbies?

I like to write, read, make stained glass, and the occasional balloon animal. (i'm good at a snake)

Do you believe in love at first sight?

No, I believe in lust at first sight. Love takes time and trust.

Does Prince Charming exist?

A Mr. Perfect? no. A Mr. Perfect for me? Yes.  

List five adjectives to describe yourself.

persistent, funny, sexy, submissive, pleaser

Here is a little sample of her writing style.

Rebecca Summers enjoys pleasing herself with the curtains open. When a mysterious stranger calls to tell her that he is watching, fantasy becomes reality as she begins to perform for him. Following his instructions over the phone while he watches from afar, she finds herself craving more. Oliver Durant has always been drawn to humans to exert the dominance and control his kind needs to feel alive. While secretly observing her and calling nightly, he can’t seem to get enough of Rebecca, whom he refers to as butterfly. His urges with her are stronger than the need to dominate, as he is driven to possess her in every way. Both of their worlds are turned upside down when they finally meet and she agrees to enter into a Dominant/submissive relationship with her Midnight Caller.

There I was, nearly twenty-four hours after the mysterious phone call, lying in bed with my favorite toy at my fingertips. I masturbated almost every night. Though I didn't always pleasure myself in the same way or use the same toy, I usually did it in my bed with my curtains wide open. I guess you could say I’m a bit of an exhibitionist. I lived on the fourteenth floor of a large apartment building where the western wall was entirely made of glass. Now, I'm not crazy. Though I liked to fuck with the curtains wide open, I kept my lights off. I could see out, but no one could see in. It was erotic, yet safe.

The first time it happened was an accident, really. I’d been sitting in the living room reading a romantic novel, and my hand slipped up into my shirt. My fingers lazily played with my nipple, rubbing and gently tugging while I read. I’m not sure how long I was like that, but when I looked up, it had grown dark outside and I realized that anyone could see right into my apartment since I had the lights on.

I pulled my hand quickly from my top and glanced around nervously to see if any of the people in the apartment building across the street had seen me. As I scanned the apartments, I saw a man quickly turn and look away. There was an obvious bulge in his sleep pants.

I should have been upset, mortified even, but instead, I felt wetness gather between my legs. I ran to the shower to wash away my shameful response, but ended up pleasuring myself under the scalding water, imagining him masturbating while watching me.

For weeks after that, I’d imagine different guys watching me finger fuck myself while I was in the shower. I imagined being a stripper at a club where men would get aroused by my dancing. Hell, I even imagined being in one of those peep show rooms I had read about, where women have sex and men pay to keep the curtain open. I imagined it all.

Yet imagining wasn’t enough, and though I didn’t have the courage to actually do it, I compromised by masturbating with the curtains open and the lights off. I knew in theory that people couldn’t see me, but I could see them, and that was hot.

I’d been doing it for over a year now, and I loved it each and every time. That guy I’d seen watching me the first time had moved out a while back, but it didn’t matter; it was the idea that someone—a complete stranger—could be watching me that got me off.

As I lay there thinking about all the people in the apartments across the boulevard from mine, I let my hand slip up inside my top. What if the call last night hadn’t been a wrong number? My nipple got hard beneath my fingertips at the mere thought. What if there had been a man actually watching me? I gave my sensitive skin a gentle tug. What if he was watching me now? I tugged harder, moaning in pleasure.

It had been over two years since I'd had a boyfriend, and at that time, I had no idea what I liked in bed.

Since then, I'd learned a lot about what I liked from pleasuring myself. One thing that I seemed to love was a bit of pain with my pleasure.

My other hand moved lower and slipped in between my slick folds. I groaned in pleasure. I wasn't surprised that my fingers found my clit slightly swollen, or that within a minute, it was throbbing. Like I said, I know what I like, and imagining this man, my midnight caller, watching me was definitely helping.

My fingers picked up the pace, and the gentle rubbing of my clit turned to rapid flicking and finally to rough tugging of the over sensitive bud. I grabbed for my toy and clicked it ‘on’. Without playing around, I thrust it into my dripping pussy. I began pounding it into myself, causing my back to arch and a light perspiration to cover my skin. I felt my climax start to build, and I slowed my pace to drag it out a bit longer. After a few more torturous minutes, I fell over the edge.

I lay there panting with a cheesy grin on my face, enjoying the post orgasmic high. Lazily, I glanced over at the phone. See, nothing to worry about. Just as the thought popped into my head, the phone began to ring.

I considered not picking it up, but I'm not a coward. I took a deep breath, slowly picked up the receiver and brought it to my ear.

"That was beautiful, butterfly."

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