Effed Up
Yes, I’ve effed up the calendar. Where the fuck does the damned time go anyway? It keeps getting away from me like a greased pig at the county fair. Not a pretty visual is it? I’ll work on the calendar tonight for all you FAB authors and readers.
Now, since I effed up and should have posted yesterday, I will give you a taste of something I posted at Z.A. Maxfield’s group this week. Also, just for being good flirty bitches, since it’s a Humpday, I’ll give you Hotties at the end of this post. Never let it be said that I can’t apologize properly with half naked hunks. 
Over at ZAM’s, Jules told us about flirting with a co-worker that she wasn’t interested in sexually. The way she described him, I think most of the group was interested in him sexually though. HEH. I know he at least fired up my imagination. He did something flirty to her one day and she told us about it. We all thought it was really hot… and flirty. I said I should use it in a book. Someone (prolly Maurya) said they wanted to see that! So I showed em.
What I did was create a scene with the three main characters from a book that is only plotted and has no title. In fact, this is the first scene I’ve written for it. The book is one of the Twisted Tales and it’s a twist on Rapunzel starring a twisted version of my friend Becky from Midnight Cliff. If you don’t know Becky you should visit her blog because you are in for a treat. She goes by hellohahanarf across the blogosphere and she’s very flirty and fun. She does Half-Naked Thursday and shows off her boobs including nipples. She has great boobs too.
Anyway, here’s the flirty scene I wrote:
Becks leaned over the sink cleaning the beer glasses meticulously, oblivious to the sway of her unbound breasts in the thin t-shirt. Her long red corkscrew curls spilled over her shoulders and one curl wound around the nub of her nipple where it pressed against her shirt. Simon cocked an eyebrow up at Bas, asking silently, “Should I?” Bas shrugged and went back to watching the mesmerizing movements of Becks’ chest.
With a wicked grin, Simon got up from his stool and walked around the end of the counter. He caught the glint in Bas’ eyes as his best friend noticed the erection that strained the front of Simon’s jeans. Long strides made short work of the galley kitchen’s narrow aisle. As Simon reached Becks, he turned sideways, pressing his hard cock against her ass as if he was trying to squeeze by her.
Her head turned as she looked up from the shiny beer glasses. “What’s that?” she asked in a husky amused tone.
Simon grinned and wrapped his long arms around her, his fingers unerringly finding the stiff nipples that he and Bas loved so well. He ground his hips against her again, rubbing his cock suggestively against her ass. “It’s my dick,” he murmured. “I can’t believe you’ve forgotten it so soon.”
A snort escaped Becks. “Not that. I know your cock when I feel it. I just wondered why it’s on my ass.”
Simon leered at Bas, who was fighting to hold in his laughter. “I just wanted to put my cock on you, that’s all,” he said simply.
Did you think that was hot? Well, here’s some presents to up the ante on your internal heat.
Okay, maybe I still need a photo of men kissing…
Works for me! Have a Hot, Flirty, FAB, Humpday!
