* snippet *

What, what?

“So,” Joe said as he threw a wet towel on the floor despite Kristi’s glare. “Are you going over with me or are you going to wait and go over later or are you going over earlier?”
Kristi simply sighed and continued working on her laptop.
“Yo! Woman! Answer this shit.”
“Joe,” she said calmly as she turned around to face his naked ass before he slipped on his blue swim trunks. “Don’t talk to me like that.”
Biting her lip and then letting a slight sulk emerge as his ass disappeared behind the thin fabric, she shook her head and returned to her work.
“Well?” he said and sat on the bed; his elbows on his knees and his sparkling blue eyes drilling through her silence.
As she continued chewing her lip, she stood and plucked a simple white bathing suit cover from the closet. Tossing her bag over her shoulder she shrugged.

That's all, folks. Can't post anything right now anyway!

* snippet of FT2 *

Not much story in this little excerpt... But a hint of what I'm writing.

Doing her best to pull her breast up to her mouth, she curled her body forward and kept her eyes on Joe. When she felt her abs contract, she saw his eyes wander around her body and then roll back in his head as the hand in his pants slowed. Finally getting her nipple into her mouth, she smiled then placed it between her teeth.

“You like that?” he panted. “You like feeling teeth on your pretty little nipples, baby?”

She loved it when he talked like that. The dirty little whispers that were backed by so much passion she could feel it penetrate her gut.

* snippet *

Oh, whatever. Shut up. All of you.

Working on WTOR.

“What’s up, J?” she asked. “I knew that it was bound to happen. Hopefully you got it out of your system and no I’m not going to punch you. But I don’t want you to ever go to exile again. Especially with her.”

“Out of my system?” he said. “You know, I told you. I don’t take it back.”

“We don’t owe each other anything.”

“We don’t,” he agreed and leaned into her.

“Not yet.”

“Not yet,” he repeated as he brushed his lips to hers. He went in for a full kiss.

“How did you find this place?” she asked.

“Nikki?”

“What?”

“Kiss me.”

* snippet *

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.”

* snippet *

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.

* snippet *

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.

* snippet *

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.”

* snippet *

I wrote 16 pages of a scene that happens a little bit later on in Freaky Temptation 2. This is a snippet of that scene. It took me about 6 days to write because of interruptions, distractions and... well, I kinda wanted it just right. It had to have the right feel.

Names have been taken away because there are surprises. So no one knows who this is. Can anyone guess?? Those that know.. SHUSH! ;)

They went at each other like old lovers that had been jailed for ten years and just released. Their tongues battled for space between their mouths. At one point, he tried to pull away but she lunged at him, biting his lip; a warning to him to never pull away from her again. She moaned into his mouth and he returned the vocal sentiment.

His hands left her hair and eventually made their way down the sides of her body. When he reached her waist, he brought his hands in between their bodies and felt up her stomach and stopped right under her breasts. Her chiffon dress blew in the wind of the moving ship and he felt her shudder.

Kissing her jaw as his hands moved upward, he felt her fall into him once again, pushing herself into him; wanting to be closer to him than she already was. When his hands finally ended their painstakingly slow journey to her tits, she threw her head back and moaned.

After giving her a soft and gentle squeeze, he moved his hands to the back of the dress to undo the zipper. She groaned in protest.

“You’re going to have to wait for more than that,” he whispered in her ear; his breath causing goose bumps to erupt all over her body.

* WTOR snippet *

Since people were getting updates on this fairly frequently and I've been slacking a bit, I'm going to post something that I've been working on for this story. You'll get an update soon... maybe.

I think we're talking Donnie soon here though guys. Sorry!

The feeling in his belly subsided and he exhaled but it was then she fell down the length of his shaft squeezing her muscles around him.

“God damn, girl!” he shouted as he dug his fingertips into her breasts.

She repeated the motion, looking down to get the best view of what she was doing to him. She could see his abs tense with every stroke she took to his cock.

“You mentioned there’d be spanking?” she said as she hovered over him and then took him fully again.

As his hands slid down the length of her body he smiled and said, “I did. You want to be spanked, you bad girl? Hmm? Have you been bad? Tell me. Please tell me you’ve been bad!”

*snippet*

Haven't done this for a while so I figured it was about time. Just a little snippet of what I'm working on for the last update to Freaky Temptation 2 before the NaNo.

I hope you like this... and the full update when I send it. Probably early morning on October 31st. Because that's how I roll. :)

The material glided against her erect nipples and she gave a shudder. Preston stepped to the front of her, smirked at the cock on her face and then raised his hands to her tits. He watched as his fingers lightly played with them, bouncing them, weighing them. He gave her nipples a tweak and then his eyes met hers.

And now back to your regularly scheduled program of non-Feisty smut. :) Catch ya on the flip!

* snippet *

I told you to be on the look-out for this, damn it! Did you think that it would be this soon? I did! You know how I knew? Because I live in my head and youuuuuuuuuuuuuu don't. :P

You're probably lucky you don't live in my head though. I hear it's quite crowded in there :)

“When, where, how?” Kristi smirked and then pinched Joe’s side. “To tell you this story am I going to have to get the ruby out? Is this going to be a ‘look down’ night, Puppy? Because I really don’t want this to be like that. I want this to be an open conversation but I need to be doing most of the talking.”

“Which is typical,” Joe sniffed.

“Okay, first? You’re wrong. You’re usually the one talking and I’m usually the one playing my favorite scenes from Weekend At Bernie’s over and over in my mind.”

“You really do that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she gave a light giggle. “Now shut up.”

“Sahrry,” he said, with a profound Boston accent.

What? Yeah. That's all you get, bitches. :)

* snippet *

Since I've written two pages for the next part of Chapter 14, I thought I'd share a little from page one. Hope you don't mind?

Kristi snapped her head sideways to look at him, “I thought you knew! I thought that’s why you were saying THEY!” He can’t possibly know who else was there.

“N-no, well. I-I-I knew someone else, ya know, I thought that someone else- you smelled like-.”

“Cloves,” she whispered.

“And I was thinking if one was there then the other must be too.”

“Both of them were there,” she nodded into her pillow. “You have no idea how degrading it was.”

“Baby, why didn’t you run.”

“Degrading… it… was. Until I fuckin’ took control.”

When she turned her head towards Joe, he could see that she was smiling at him. The sly smile that told him she was up to something; whether it be a fake spider in the bathtub or new lingerie, he knew her gears were turning when she smiled like that.

Enjoy that for now, bitches! :)

* snippet *

Of course I have to post the beginning of the next part just because I did write it. There is more that I have written but that can stay a mystery until I get another bulk of time to write. Did I skip over something? WHY YES! I did! But if you didn't know, I love flashbacks. For me, they're just easier to write because in my head, they've happened already. LOL Yeah, that's the way I'm thinking. And for me to really "go there" with this story, I have to make pretend even more that it already happened. Brace yourselves... It's going to be a fucked up ride!

Running through the door of the Hancock Park home, Kristi shouted for Joe.

“Joe!” Oh my God, where is he? “JOE!!!!”

Bounding into the great room from the living room, his hair askew from falling asleep against a couch pillow, Joe sleepily went as fast as he could to Kristi.

“What? What is it?” Joe asked in a panic.

She was trembling. The rest of what the night had in store for her was beyond even her imagination. She wanted to be with him, to feel love. All she felt at the club, she wanted it washed away. Joe embraced her and she fell into him.

“You’re shaking,” he said. “What’s wrong? What happened to you?”

He gently pried her away from him and cupped her face in his hands.

“Like you don’t know, Joe,” she sniffed back tears. “You’ve been paying her? This is what you want out of it? This is what you’re going to spend your money on? If you want therapy, or whatever, couples therapy? Let’s try that. I can’t do this.”

* snippet *

A little bit of what I'm working on right now for Chapter 14. Maybe a little foreshadowing? LOL I don't know.

“You’re going to be mine for the night. Don’t worry. I’ll text Joe and say you’re here. Though, if he tries to come for you, you’ll be mine for a week. Let’s just hope that doesn’t happen. I’m sure his hard-on can’t take another hiatus from your pussy. He’ll be callin’ that hard-up MacPack chick and screwing her brains out on your lovely new bed, now won’t he?”
“She lives on the east coast,” Preston interjected.
“What the fuck ever, that’s not the fucking point, Dickweed!” Layla said. “The point is he’ll be fucking someone else and I’m sure our pretty little Kitty here doesn’t want that to happen. Am I right?”
Kristi nodded her head.
“See,” Layla laughed. “She cares about JOE and what he does with his cock. Not like you and your pecker.”

Just remember, yes, that "MacPack chick" is someone who I talk to and yes she has approved her appearance in this story. If you wanna go around saying "Oh mi gawwwwwwwwwww, Feisty called you hard-up" then that's fine. I already sent her a BBM to let her know. LOL

"So don't... be stupid. Peace, love and rock n roll. WOOO!" -Joey McIntyre