Six Sentence Sunday 20

Nick and Carlisle finally get horizontal in The Ruined Lady.

Carlisle shuddered at his touch. Her head tossed from side to side, strands of her silky black hair catching on the skin of his arms and increasing his arousal. One hand captured the side of her face and stilled her movements. They looked deeply into each other’s eyes as one of Nick’s fingers slid inside her hot passage.  His fingers slipped in her creamy wetness, the friction causing her breath to catch in her throat.

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Six Sentence Sunday 19

This week I promised you Nick and Carlisle’s assignation. Here’s the set up: Carlisle’s told Nick how to slip into her brother’s London townhouse through a library window and shown him a secret passage that opens in her bedroom.  Her brother’s at a brothel, the servants have gone to bed, and there’s nothing to stop them from enjoying each other, something they’ve not done in four long years. They’ve watched each other undress, noting the differences the years have wrought and Carlisle’s seen the scars from past duels Nick’s fought on her behalf. They’re standing on the brink of a new phase in their relationship, trying to mend past hurts and once again find joy in each other.

He felt the trembling of her body even though they only touched where his hand held her chin. Her violet eyes had darkened with pain and passion and he sensed her tears were held back only by sheer force of will. Nick raised his hands and cupped her face, his thumbs lightly stroking over her cheekbones.

“No man shall ever love you thus,” he whispered, knowing his gaze must be as hot and possessive as his emotions.

Carlisle lifted her hands to his, grasping his wrists and sliding her fingertips caressingly along the sensitive inner flesh. “Never anyone but you, Nick,” she agreed softly.

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Six Sentence Sunday 18

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Returning to my erotic Regency WIP The Ruined Lady, I’m going to skip the part where Nick reads the note he received last week while sitting in the bathtub. It’s from his best friend Anthony who wants to meet for breakfast so they can strategize how to find out what happened to Carlisle four years before. After reading the note and alerting his valet he’ll be going out, Nick returns to his previous occupation.

Nick swiftly lathered with his favorite sandalwood soap, his mind racing with ideas now that Tony had arrived. As he soaped his legs, his fingers brushed the iron flesh of his erection.  Thoughts of information gathering with Anthony receded as his uncomfortably aroused state took precedence once more. With a muffled curse, he soaped his groin and leaned back in the tub, eyes closing. This would be the last time he did this, he thought as he grasped his thick cock. The very last time.

And there you have it…I never detail his actual masturbation because the scene ends right there. Muahahahaha! To make up for messing with you, next week I promise to start right out with Nick and Carlisle’s assignation after the ball. It will be hot and get hotter as we go along.

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Six Sentence Sunday 17

We left Nick, the hero of the Ruined Lady, neck deep in his tub contemplating his morning wood. His excitement stems from a combination of dreams of past erotic times with Carlisle and an assignation he has with her following a ball they and their friends are attending that night. It’s been four years since he’s been with her and he’s more than eager.

His body had a youthful eagerness to see Carlisle again. He didn’t mind but somehow he had to make it through the day without sending people screaming from him. He chuckled at the thought and briefly touched his heated flesh, wondering if he should just rid himself of the erection in the time honored manner. After only two strokes, not enough to even become focused on an orgasm, Nick’s pleasure was interrupted by Hawkins’ return.

“A message has arrived, Your Grace,” he intoned, holding it out to Nick while assiduously avoiding looking into the tub.

“Thank you, Hawkins.” Nick let go of his cock, wiped his wet hands on a towel and took the missive.

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If you noticed, I brought back Caco Ricci for eye candy. I hope you like him! Have a great President’s Day Sunday!

Six Sentence Sunday 16

It’s Sunday and that means another six sentences from The Ruined Lady.

Oh, that Nick. We left him wondering whether he’d ever need to service himself again after his assignation with Carlisle at midnight. However, he still has the morning to get through…

With a groan he threw back the coverlet and rose, his lean muscular body stretching languidly. He rang for his valet, ignoring both his nudity and his arousal. Hawkins had seen him in worse condition.

The valet arrived and patently ignored his master’s erect member. Nick asked for a bath to be drawn and Hawkins disappeared to arrange it. Within ten minutes, the phalanx of footmen led by the valet had filled the deep tub in his dressing room and retreated, leaving Nick soaking neck deep in hot water while again contemplating his erection. It didn’t seem to want to go away.

At six sentences a week, we’ll all be contemplating Nick’s erection for some time to come. Hee hee. And that photo! Whew! It’s not a tub but it sure as hell will do! To see the other Sunday Six offerings by the other authors, click  HERE.

Have a rockin’ Sunday!