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Yep. I promised and I have to keep that promise. I'm going to do a smallish update for this one. No major happenings, really. But perhaps they will be when I finish them. I can't say for sure. Then? I'm going to rotate (but not to be confused with a dutch rudder rotation) over to All In Your Mind. Yes. And this is all while editing Freaky Temptation for my contest winner.

ANYWAY! More on that later (tomorrow).... SNIP-PET! PET PET PET!

“Yep,” he said. “And who knows what they have in store for us. They told us that there would be a podium.”

“Yep,” Kristi said as she narrowed her eyes into the sunset.

“What’s a podium?”

Knowing he couldn’t see her, Kristi rolled her eyes blatantly into her skull and sighed.

“You know that thing that the POTUS stands behind and-.”

“POTUS?”

“President of the United States?”

“Obama!” Jordan said proudly.

“Yes,” Kristi nodded.

“But what’s a POTUS?”

“Obama,” she replied.

He paused. “Not seeing it, Kris,” Jordan said in defeat.

She looked down into the sand and the biggest part of her mind was ready to get back to Joe. He “got” her. He understood her ramblings. The past few days were filled with great sex but often she found her thoughts wandering to Joe. Especially when it came to the conversation. Jordan was nice. He was sweet, attentive and awesome to talk to when it came to bunnies or lollipops...

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Ooooh, you wanted an update and all I'm giving you is this measly snippet. However, the end of chapter 18 is in the boxes of my betas. You'll get it soon enough. Behave!! And you shall RECEIVE!!! :)

Once Joe had discarded Layla’s jeans, he looked to Kristi for instruction. She took his hands and placed them on Layla’s breasts. Slowly, she moved them in circles; hard at first and then she pulled them away so Joe’s palms were barely touching the nipples. She moved his hands in tight circles then, teasing Layla and keeping Joe’s hands away when she tried to thrust her chest into them.

“Ah-ah, Layla,” Joe said. “I think you’ve given Kristi some control here. You don’t want to fuck that up, do you?”

“Did I say you could talk to her?” Kristi spat.

“No, Kristi,” he responded. “But I shouldn’t need permission to talk to our guest.”

Kristi laughed as Layla sat speechless. Joe looked to his left where Kristi was standing and saw her naked pubis in front of his face. Leaning over, he gently kissed her.

“Mmm, Joe,” Kristi said and pushed his hands into Layla; squeezing them and ultimately squeezing Layla’s tits. “Lick me.”

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An update and a snippet in one fucking night? No way! WAY!!!

Here's a little bit of what I'm working on. Not enough for an update so I'm not posting it until a little later. I really want to get this scene up and done (not out of the way, mind you, since that would trivialize it and I don't want to do that) so I can work on another story. And I still have to really work on Freaky Temptation to get that out to MAGENTA MOON because she's so fucking awesome!!

But anyway, here you go:

Joe quietly sat on the coffee table as he watched Kristi lunge at Layla. Their tongues were visibly battling for space between their mouths. Layla grabbed a fist full of Kristi’s blonde locks and pulled slightly. Something Joe knew turned her on.

“Fucking sexy bitch,” Layla muttered when she pulled Kristi away from her.

Kristi tilted her head down to maximize the intensity of which Layla was pulling at her hair. With her chin practically in her chest, Kristi bit her lip and fluttered her eye lashes.

“Me?” she said innocently.

The auburn Mistress dove at her. Their lips clashed together and Joe could feel the heat from them rising from the sofa and colliding with his body. He felt a bead of sweat drip from his brow as he watched them. Layla’s hands reached for the button of Kristi’s pants as Kristi rose to her knees on the couch.

I *so* suck!

But I never have any complaints so that's okay, right?

I promised a smallish update on All In Your Mind by 1/15. I totes forgot about that shit! Once I get what I want to get into Word(s) for FT2, I'll be bouncing back and forth between all three stories. Should be interesting. I have a game plan, a plan of attack, and I'm not afraid to use it. It will be rotating fun! ;)

Not as fun as a triple dutch rudder (my word, what ever does she mean by a triple dutch rudder?) but fun.

The One Desire.... .............................look for it, ya know, a little later. ;)

* The Feisty Tales Board *

The only place you can read the Freaky Saga, While The Ocean Rocked and All In Your Mind (and anything else I write) will be The Feisty Tales board.

The stories, although just archived on another board, aren't posted for "public" viewing any where but TFT.

So, ya know, join up if you wanna know what's going on.

http://thefeistytales.adultforumhost.com

(More reasoning behind this a little later- after I mail out a package, I'll explain why!)

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Just a quick peek at what I'm working on for chapter 18. Yes, already in Chapter 18. This story is going to be longer than Set You Free, by God! With these three? This is proving to be a little bit more than a difficult task. See if you can understand why! Damn triangle of power. The TriForce. ;)

Joe had already greeted Layla with a hug when Kristi approached them, fumbling to get her keys into her purse.

“I always love when I get to see you out of the house on a work day,” he said and embraced her. “Always feels like I’m having an affair with some big, important business executive.”

Kristi narrowed her eyes and started to speak, “I am, well, sort of a big, important busi-.”

“So, Joe,” Layla said as she took his hand from Kristi’s hip. “Where do you want to eat?”

I think math club dork was just demoted to chess club. Please don’t put me in the Star Wars club, you filthy rich bitch, Kristi thought as she chewed her lip and wobbled on a heel.

“You know what?” Joe said with a sparkle in his eye as he looked at Layla. “Maybe we should just hang out here. I can order something.”

“Kristi?” Layla said, still keeping her eyes locked with Joe’s. “What do you think Joe wants to eat?”

“I have an idea,” she joked and pinched Joe’s side. Her joke was ignored and he answered for her.

“I wouldn’t mind The Habit,” he said and then turned to Kristi. “You fly, I buy.”

“Oh, Joe,” she pulled at the pocket she knew held the ruby. “Maybe I don’t want to be the one running to-.”

“Go run and get something,” Layla ordered Kristi.

“Well,” Joe said to Layla. “She doesn’t really have to if she doesn’t want to.”

Kristi stood with her hand out to Joe, “Give me money and I’ll fucking go.”

“Don’t talk to him like that,” Layla interjected.

“She can talk to me how ever she wants.”

“And I will,” Kristi finished as she grabbed the money from Joe’s hand.

* FEISTY FOTO CONTEST WINNER *

We have a winner! And let me just say, the winner wasn't the one that submitted the MOST pictures, either. She submitted some that were just worth more than what other people had submitted. There were specifics (which I'll post later) about some that I was looking for. For instance, name brands, creativity, originality- that sort of stuff.

SO! Congratulations to MAGENTA MOON!! 

You have won the very first Feisty Foto Contest. You've won a printed and bound copy of the Freaky Temptation manuscript. This will be the one that includes the "fanfic" names, not the one that will be published, mind you. It's the original. It's my baby. :)

Here are the scores. It was damn close.

Magenta Moon......108

Blue Halo.........107

Violet Bunny.......95

Cyan Storm.........88

Sapphire Heart.....59
Jade...............57

Honeydew Dancer....42

Blazing Flower.....40
Sage Fire..........38
Purple Giggles.....15

Midnight Star.......5

Midnight Fucshia....3

Few things really quick

Foto Contest winner(s) will be announced today.


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Writing some good FT2 shit! :)

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A little bit of what I've been working on:

Joe emerged from the room within the suite wearing a raggedy old t-shirt and what looked like dirty jeans.

“Seriously?” Eman said as he lifted just one of his fluffy eyebrows. “That’s what you’re going to wear?”

“What?” Joe said looking down at himself.

“Look at me,” Eman said as he smoothed his blazer and turned around. “Now look at you. Look at me. Now look at you.”

Examining himself, Joe shrugged, “Say my name, bitch.”

“What?”

“Say my name?”

“Joey fuckin’ McIntyre.”

“Exactly,” Joe said pointing Eman directly in the face. “Now say your name. Say my name then say your name. Who is who here?”

Eman grabbed Joe’s finger and twisted it, “You’re such a fuck.”

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