Yep, Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister is a year old today!! I received my seal from them last night. I was aware the anniversary was approaching, but I’m shocked at how I feel now that WordPress has validated me. Tearful, I suppose. A huge thank you for reading this blog, my friends. I am humbled by your encouragement and love. Thank you for pushing me to try harder.
This year has been amazing. I have found so much joy in creating each post. I am grateful for every word that has been written. I’m thankful you have read and enjoyed my simple thoughts. I’m also thrilled that so many of you have stuck with me the entire year.
I remember being content and satisfied over my first follower. I could have stopped right then and there, actually. Now, there are over a thousand of you. Do you know what that does to me? You could push me over with a feather, as I reflect in amazement.
Thank you for allowing me to sit amongst all of you and for letting me to grow beside your creativity. It has truly been an honor and a privilege.
Now, in thanks and celebration I give you a quick short story. This is also the fruition of a promise I made to myself, a fulfillment of sorts, to push myself out of my box. To show, who I am as a writer, all in the name of romance and love.
How the anniversary night of two people madly in love should start out, I believe.
Enjoy! Love and best wishes towards your creativity today,
~ I love you~ Audrey
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“Hey, Baby. Did you make that chocolate cake for me?” He asked with skeptical seduction in his eyes, while standing in the doorway of the exposed kitchen.
“Welcome home, Love. Yeah I did, for our anniversary, actually. I know you’ve been working hard all week on your deadline. I thought I would attempt to do something nice. Maybe we could just stay in tonight?”
He watched her stare down at the floor, while folding a towel. Simply a prop, he realized, to mask her true thoughts and needs. His head jerked up in surprise, as his body became aware of her pulse, “What? You thought I forgot, didn’t you?”
“No, honestly, I just wanted tonight to be quiet. Relaxing.” She loved when he nodded at her, as if all-knowing and fierce.
“I know you better than that, I think,” he warned, while slowly walking towards her side of the kitchen. The smell of candles burning tickled his senses, but those were more for her than him. He loved her delicate desires.
With her heart producing a vibration strong enough to be heard, she backed up against the oven, which was still warm. Her phone rang.
“Let me answer this call. It could be important,” she said. Her glowing features revealing too much excitement, as he immediately narrowed the distance between the two of them.
Her needy eyes were forced to look into his, as he grabbed her by the waist, “No, you’ll stay right here.” He took the phone from her trembling hands, and threw it against the exposed brick wall of their studio. There was absolutely no need for that mundane distraction when he was home. He’d easily replace the iPhone tomorrow.
“Yes…okay,” she replied desperately while taking a deep breath in, and allowing it to escape slowly through her quivering bottom lip.
“Now, answer me again. You made this moist cake right here for me, didn’t you, Darling?”
She watched him place his finger into the center of the warm cake, and slowly draw his creamy finger back out. Circling the frosting lightly before pushing it in a second time, pausing as he searched her body’s reaction. She closed her eyes, as the sensations took over any control she had left, “Yes, I did. I made the cake.”
“For me! Say it was made…for me!” He forced out, while probing her lustful eyes. Insistent that she claim him with her admission, he stood strong.
“The cake is for you,” she whispered, as four of his fingers found rest on either side of her jaw.
“It’s all mine?” He interrogated, while placing his middle finger in her mouth. He knew she loved chocolate. He loved nothing more than watching her beautiful face light up with passion.
“All yours,” she forced out. Her tongue and lips readily sucking his finger clean.
He looked around the tidy kitchen, and then quickly picked her up and placed her on the glass stove top. Heat attacked her favorite blue jeans instantly, and it swiftly advanced towards her already tingling skin.
“Stove, hot?”
“Umm, hmm,” she moaned softly.
“Look at me!”
Her yearning eyes found his in a rush, “Yes.”
“I prefer my cake and my lady warm, you know.”
She sighed voluntarily, knowing it would only lead to trouble.
He reacted by confidently pulling her arms above her head and back towards the tile behind her with speed. The act allowed for a perfect arch, created by her body and his resistance. This made him very happy. Breasts up and out, effortlessly standing for his attention.
“Don’t take your eyes off of mine. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she blinked. Then she blinked again, because she knew she could get away with a little teasing. The act allowed for his continued frustration with her. Parting her lips, she allowed a brief laugh to leak out.
With one hand holding her arms over her head, he used the other to gently grab her neck. Coaching his thumb to begin allowing pressure to her lovely throat. Just enough force that she knew he was in complete control of her. His calloused hand was shaking with need, yet easily reacting to her mind’s desire.
He breathed quietly. Calming his urges to rip her clothes off, he silently reminded himself of the process she prefered. He thought of her need to play. To dance in a submissive rhythm. He would be the harsh and dominate man she needed, while his insides weakened in her presence.
Her submitting eyes continued to stay on his, however, she made a quick move to pull herself closer to the heat he was radiating. Wrapping her legs around his waist she confidently gathered him inside her thighs. His face above her concealed breasts, yet close enough that he could see her excitement, as he looked down and into her shirt. Her arms over her head, him between her legs and their eyes locked inside each other, as they slowly progressed towards love’s wild and promised passion.
Oh, how he loved the look of her body in this position. In a low moan he finally spoke, “I will kiss you now however I want, wherever I want, then I’m going wish you a Happy Anniversary. Enjoy this tender act, because after, I’m going to lay you down across this cold counter. Do you understand?”
“Yes, my love, I understand…”
“May you never leave me…”
His lips hard and demanding. Her lips longing and ready. Passion igniting over their love story.
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Thanks for entertaining my creativity this Friday morning. Have a wonderful and productive day.
Blessings ~ Audrey
I feel like I’m late to the party, but happy very belated anniversary!
(And if you ask me, the story ended a little too soon!)
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Aw. Thank you. ..this story has resurfaced a bit as traffic has found its way here again. It has been awhile since my anniversary post. I thank you for commenting.
(I know. For me it always does, but I’m not sure I’d want your mind taking control of this one. I don’t want to be sliced into bits. Just sampled as one would see fit…) The rhymer in me comes out even here…lol.
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Fiction? Almost feels like a fiction/reality blend, or a wish. Perhaps I overstep. If so, I apologize. Just curious.
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Cinn, this is a piece of fiction. Reality, sadly, not the case. A wish, yes. A need, of course. I think you have a pretty good idea of what my mind was thinking. I do thank you for your boldness. Thank you for reading. Enjoy your evening. xx
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Yes, i am a sub. You are welcome to chat anytime 😄
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Thank you. Yes, I’ve seen you a bit. You ladies do a good job of keeping Monsieur happy. I thank you for that and he’s all the better for it. ♡
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He is a treasured friend
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Yes
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These two sound very well matched. In the very beginning of the story, the phrase “skeptical seduction” grabbed me, and I wondered where the story was going. Then, how quickly he took over (and smashed her iPhone!), and how quickly she relented to him. You set this up very well, then let us readers take over the story and let it play out to our imaginations. Congrats on blogging for more than a year! Since I’m late in reading this 🙂
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Thanks, Gus. This isn’t as well done as your recent story, but I hoped to allow the reader’s mind to take them as far as they needed it to go. ( This site wasn’t created for full blown erotica.) Glad you enjoyed it and appreciate you noticing that it was thought out…as I calculated each move. I desired a certain interest in the couple. I like to toy with a bit of a submissive tone. Yes, he smashed that damn phone. LOL Thanks for reading it…
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Congratulations on your one year blogging anniversary!
Sorry for being so late to the party, did you leave me any cake? 😉
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Hey, thank you! The cake went stale…tossed it out. I have frosting still and you’re welcome to take it home with you for later… lol. (Strangly uncomfortable… lol) xxx
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Lol, I’m not sure what you’re implying that I would do with said frosting, Audrey….
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Haha. I have no idea. My inspiration ends there…
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I shall have to make it up as I go along then! 🙂
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I’ll be back in a moment……….. i just need a cold shower.
Terry
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Hi, Terry! Well, well, well. I’m thrilled you enjoyed this anniversary post. Haha. Yes, it has made a few of us blush.
Thank you for stopping by and enjoying this one.
~ Audrey
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Well, Audrey Dawn, this one certainly upped your game!
Congratulations on your anniversary.
Think I’m off to see if I can get my stove just the right temperature…..
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Why thank you, Shari!! I’m so thrilled that it wasn’t too offensive for one of my most cherished followers.
Hahaha!! Love you!
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Whew!!!!and congratulations
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Thank you. You really shouldn’t read these…lol.
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Happy anniversary Audrey! Come get weird with me over at http://www.thatssojacob.wordpress.com. Greetings from Madison, Wisconsin, aka home of your newest follower!
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Hey, Jacob! Thanks for the follow and the very kind words. Wisconsin! I have loads of family up there in the Hayward area, so many that we could be family and not even know it.
I will definitly check out your blog! Have a great day.
~ Audrey
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Happy Anniversary Audrey. The story is just perfect. Perhaps there could be some good use of a wooden spoon in the kitchen? What happened on the counter? Again, congrats on your successful blog.
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Thank you, Mr. Modigliani. I appreciate you taking the time to read my post. Ha! Yes, I think you could be right about that, a wooden spoon would be handy, I think. I’m trying not to laugh, but it’s hard when visioning. What happened on the counter, well, something absolutely should, don’t you think? I’m not sure I’m the one to finish this story.
Thanks again for the encouragement, truly.
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Congratulations!
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Thank you, Susan
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Happy Anniversary!
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Thank you!
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Audith, happy blog day! You started not long after I did. Coolio.
Well! I think the professor liked it. I mean, it’s written superbly and the emotions are awesome. But…do warriors read this sort of thing?
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Thank you, Duketh! Yes, I did!! *smiles* Isn’t that something.
I’m glad you enjoyed the story, Duke. I appreciate you reading it, as I know you probably don’t like this sort of writing. (sorry) From the sound of it, Warriors absolutely do not read this sort of thing…
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That is rather cool.
Well, I think we may be surprised, Audith. About warriors, that is…oh dear.
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It came as a surprise this week when you announced yours. Too funny.
Really? Warriors can’t possibly have time for this silliness. I like being surprised.
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That is neatio.
Well..well…what should I say?
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I’m not sure…what can you say? *laughs with the flustered professor*
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Huff-Hum and a roar!
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(the roar is a start)
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Of the battle cry.
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Oh boy… *waits to see what’s next*
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Happy Anniversary, Audrey! I have so enjoyed your writing and I really LOVE this side of you! I agree with Kate and I need a cool bath after reading today’s story! I never knew that you had it in you. Well done and very descriptive. I was especially drawn into the imagery you created. Well done you! 😀
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Hey, well thank you so much! I appreciate you letting me know, my dear. Hope this finds you well. It was fun writing it for everyone. Tis a bit spicy, but fun for Friday. I’m thrilled you enjoyed it. 😀
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Whew! Cold shower, anyone? 🙂 Well done, Audrey. AND congrats on the one-year anniversary of your blog. I enjoy your fiction and poetry, and am glad you delight us with both so frequently. Fortunately for your readers, you are a generous person.
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I know, right? *laughs* Thank you so much, Kate. I have enjoyed every moment of this past year. Thank you for being such a devoted friend and follower.
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🙂
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Happy anniversary. Excellent and hot story.
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Thanks, Charles. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I value your opinion. Okay, your words were sweet, but truly? It read well?
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I thought it did. Very clear and emotive, which is a key point to writing.
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Good, thank you, Charles.
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Happy one-year, Audrey. Sizzling story, too, with so many emotions on the surface and boiling underneath. Congratulations.
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Thank you, Mark! Tis a humbling day for sure. Yeah, I needed to allow this side out a bit. Nothing like a big push back on myself for a Friday.
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here’s to many more anniversaries and followers who get to enjoy your talent for words.
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Hi, Michael. Thank you for the kind words and hopes for the future. You have joined this blog at the right time, it seems. I appreciate you coming by to visit.
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Congratulations and WOW!
Sent from my iPhone
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Thank you, dear, dear friend. Can you believe it? Thanks for the support. ♥♥
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Wait! Did you write “over a thousand” with regards to followers? Well done, Madam Audrey. I am your humble student.
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Yes, isn’t that something? I sit and shake my head at the thought of it all. Thank you, Sir. I shall accept you into my classroom.
😉
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We trouble makers always sit at the back.
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You’re in luck, I teach from the back of the room. I prefer it there. It’s comfy. Yeah, I was that girl who sat in front of boys like you on purpose, y’all taught me a lot. To repay the favor, I allowed them to shoot spit wads at me, while I giggled at them in order to feed their teenage egos. They loved it. 😉
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That’s too funny. I was one of those little rotters.
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I’m not surprised.
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I feel as if I need a good, stiff vodka martini, right about now.
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Haha. I’m glad you enjoyed this story, Nav. Me, too. Let’s go…
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Hot and sticky sweet …congrats my friend:)
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Thank you so much for the feedback. I appreciate the description, too. 🙂
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