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I was born in Muskogee Oklahoma ... writing for the last three years.
I currently have two self published books Louisiana Lovers and brand new the first installment of the Passion series, Building Passion I Finding Love.
I have two more books I am working on. The second in the Passion series Building Passion 2 Growing Love. I am starting a new series called International something still working on a series name but the first one is To Romania With Love, set in exotic Cluj Napaco Cara and Stefan's story. FYI the next international story is about Instanbul...Haluk and Lara's story.
I also dabble with erotic poetry and short stories. All can be seen on my website www.theardentrose.com
The Ardent Rose is A persona created by Sherri, who is an older woman. Using the genre to express her sensuality through the written word. As an avid reader of the erotic romance genre, She had been encouraged by many to express her inner fantasies. She offers many thanks to her growing list of collaborators and supporters.(https://www.camelotfantasies.com/proxy.php?request=http%3A%2F%2Fi1322.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fu572%2Fspartacus120%2Fcamelot%2520forum%2Fardent%2520images-2_zps5an3fxat.jpg&hash=624a583bac9c916c9b16d5a1387240916085f824) (http://s1322.photobucket.com/user/spartacus120/media/camelot%20forum/ardent%20images-2_zps5an3fxat.jpg.html)(https://www.camelotfantasies.com/proxy.php?request=http%3A%2F%2Fi1322.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fu572%2Fspartacus120%2Fcamelot%2520forum%2Fardent%2520images-1_zpsowbcbbdp.jpg&hash=e9fce80e3088e4649cc5241ef13ce18bcd528c7f) (http://s1322.photobucket.com/user/spartacus120/media/camelot%20forum/ardent%20images-1_zpsowbcbbdp.jpg.html)
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Valentines by Design
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An excerpt from my Latest Book Sexy Musings of an Erotic Mind
It’s that time of year, an annual retreat at some lodge in the mountains. Peter has been gone for a week. I miss him so much. He’s so remote our phones won’t even work.
The worst part is being alone is this big bed. Everything smells like him. I hold his pillow so tight. I had hidden one of his shirt before he left. I’ve been sleeping in it. Oh my girl! You’ve got it bad.
Since we’ve been honest and confessed our feelings for each other, I want to be near him every minute. Work is not enough. Ok I am bordering on obsessive! Get a hold girl!
He’s been gone five extremely long days. We were unable to spend Sunday night together because his flight left so early. My body is aching for some orgasmic relief.
“Bzzzz bzzzzz bzzzz”. I reach over and slam the alarm. Today is February 14th and my Valentine is not due back for two more days! ****! ****! ****!
“Oh well, better go hold down the fort for my babe!” I say with a snarky tone out loud.
I roll out of bed and head for the shower.
The shower helps me wake up a bit. I realize from my foggy brain, I don’t sleep as well without him.
Its Friday, so casual dress for the office, but I can feel his eyes haunting my every move. Peter loves me in lace, it feels so good against my skin. My body is craving his touch. How his fingers play across my breasts massaging them, molding them, tweaking my nipples.
A familiar warmth spreads through my body. My hand slides down my tummy and smooths across my lacy panties. My fingertips skirt the waistband and press against the mound. The feel of the lace causes me to gasp. It’s been a while since I’ve touched myself this way. What would Peter think if he saw me like this?
I close my eyes and he appears to me naked. His Glorious hard on twitching at me. My hand slides between my thighs, searching for the smooth folds of my ****. I glide my fingers across the fold, oh yes, I’m wet. I begin smearing the creamy liquid across my clit. I flick my fingers repeatedly across the bud of sensitivity.
My fingers move swiftly up and down before circling and pressing my clit. I can sense the heat increase. The demand for release is growing. I inhale deeply through my teeth. The moans are louder, there’s no one to hear me. She’s ready. I know it. I sense it. I feel myself edging for that intense cataclysmic orgasm.
I arch my hips up, into Peter. His hips pump against me. I can feel him, I can hear him.
“Oh god make me cum Peter, please. I need to cum.” A command is all I needed to begin the pulsating clenching. Once, twice, rolling thru the third and then once more. My toes are curling and my knees forced apart. Raw screams of self-gratifying pleasure bounce back at me. My heart is racing. All I want to do is kiss his lips and give back to him.
I am breathless with heaving breasts. I touch fingers to my lips and taste the sweet nectar that he adores.
Before I can regain my composure, my eyes flutter open. Oh no, I am not alone. Peter stands watching me from the doorway of the bedroom.
“You’re here! Are you real?”
He moves hastily across the room. Peter grabs my hand, kissing my palm and sucking my fingers.
“Lanie Baby, that’s got to be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He slides his hand down to cup my breast thumbing my erect nipples.
He takes my hand placing it on his very hard ****. “See how you’ve made me feel?” He whispers. My only reply is a small moan.
My hands caress his face to kiss his lips. I am trying to choke back tears, “I missed you! Promise me you won’t leave me alone for so long again?”
“I promise!” He bows down and kisses my lips gently sweetly as tears stream down my face. “Don’t cry Lanie Baby.” Using his thumbs to wipe away the tears. “Why do you think I’m home early?”
“I was just so grateful to see you. I didn’t think to ask.” I said swallowing hard, “So, why are you home early?” I am trying to keep my tears at bay.
“Because no man in love should be anywhere but with the woman he loves on Valentine’s day.”
He pauses to kiss me, “Besides, I think the guys were pretty tired of me moping around missing you so much!” He chuckles.
I scramble to get up on my knees on the bed, to grab him for the deepest wettest ‘**** me now’ kiss ever!
He leans into me and starts to lay me back on the bed. “Oh my God!” I screamed coming back to reality “Dammit what time is it! I’m going to be so late.”
I struggle to get out of his arms but his grip only tightens around me. “Hey! Hey! Calm down. They aren’t expecting you. Baby slow down ….” He takes my face into his hands, looking into my eyes and whispers, “I called on my way in. We have the whole day… The entire weekend to be together.”
He kisses me with the kind of kiss that calms me down and spirals my senses out of control. This time I let him lay me on the bed. His body follows me down his weight is welcome on top of me. He’s home, he missed me, and he loves me. Our hands rub down his back. I was about to pull up his shirt when Peter raises up and takes it off.
I reach for his jeans, “These next, please.”
He gives me that sexy smirk, “Kinda bossy today aren’t we?” He backs off the bed and strips for me. He wiggles his cute butt right out of those jeans. He teases me by slowly sliding his boxers down. Oh god his **** is so hard. My fingers are itching to touch him. “Show me again, Baby?” He looks passionately into my eyes.
I am a bit confused, “Show you what darling?”
“How much pleasure you were giving yourself. Show me how to give that to you.” He taunts me with smooth long strokes of his ****. I can’t take my eyes off his hand how expertly he strokes. Of course, he does. He knows his body as well as I know my own. He wants to know my secrets and I want to know his.
No words were spoken, I watched him as he watched me. I strip off my panties and spread my legs wide for him to see every inch of me. My deft fingers find the swollen pink folds and begin once again.
This time he’s not in my head but present watching me. This is no fantasy. I wet my lips, wanting to taste him. The thoughts fuel my passion. Sounds echo around the room. I hear myself respond to my own hand wanting it to be his.
I am at the edge again, “Come her babe?” My voice husky from desire beckons him to the bed.
I scoot back. He crawls up on the foot to lay down next to me. “Give me your hand?”
He reaches out and I put my hand on top of his. My fingers show him just how to manipulate my body. “Oh yes!” I toss my head back “Oh god Peter that’s perfect…don’t stop”.
My hand reaches to grasp his **** twitching at my side. The pitch in my voice has heightened, he knows I’m there and he doesn’t stop only adding his mouth on my breasts to increase my pleasure.
My hand strokes smoothly and firmly just the way he was. Oh yes, he feels like velvet in my hand, I hear his breathing increase his hips undulate against my hand. He sucks my breast harder, biting down on the nipple. This is going to be intense for both of us.
The sensuous act of mutual ****, a beautiful sound of perfect resonance crashing and satisfying a need for intimacy that continues to grow within this relationship. We are not ashamed to be sexual beings with needs, either met alone or together.
“Oh Peter! Oh yyyyeeessss!!!!” Screaming and clenching against his hand cumming in an incredibly wet completed mess. Peter plants a big kiss on my shoulder. His hips pump against my hand. He explodes creamy love all over my tummy. Oh Yes. The perfect act of marking me as his own.
He drops his head to my shoulder, his arm collapses across me. Our hearts beating as one loud boom! I hear him rasp, “Oh I missed you so much! You are incredible Baby Mine.”
Peter cups my chin and kisses my lips, You are mine, all mine Valentine. I love you.” He kisses me again, with deep affirming love.
“Oh ****!” I blurt out!
“Excuse me?” Peter says just a bit agitated.
“I had this whole homecoming thing planned chocolate cake and special dinner but not until Sunday! Don’t get me wrong I’m so very, very happy you’re home I just …. ” he stops my words with a big kiss.
Peter props his head on his elbow. “Is that all?” He chides me. “No worries I’ve got special plans of my own.” He says wiggling his eyebrows at me.
I give him a wicked grin and an elbow nudge. “I’ll just bet you do!” My arms wrap around his neck, “I Love You too! Will you be my Valentine?”
“Yours and nobody else’s my Lanie Baby!”
Aside from a few trips to the fridge and a shower or two, Valentine’s Day was spent in the arms of the man I love, making love, on the day set aside for love.
ESCAPE
The bottom of a glass or blowing smoke
Or shooting up with some dope
Escaping life is no joke.
Face the truth and you will find
Escape is not always kind.
Choose your poison carefully
Or a junkie you will be
Carry that monkey on your back
Riddle your arms with needle tracks
Face the truth and you will find
Escape is not always kind.
Brown paper bags seem harmless enough
At least alcohol is legal stuff.
Dizzy dreamer or sleepy friend
A drunken stupor that never ends
Face the truth and you will find
Escape is not always kind.
Roll the smoke or puff from a bong
The effects of this medicine can be strong
Humble yourself before it’s too late
Addiction doesn’t have to seal your fate.
Face the escape and you will find
Life can be good just give it time.
:-*
They are beautiful Clay! Thank you!
Peter's Conference
These days trying to be professional in the workplace is getting more difficult as the days go by. The more time we spend together away from the office the harder it is to be platonic. A glance, a touch, even just his scent drives me to clench my thighs and need a change of underwear.
Today was not a normal day at work. The phone has been ringing off the hook. I had loads of files to be filed and several reports to type. Not to mention a ton of copies to make and collate. I’ve placed the food orders and finalized the preparation for a huge meeting tomorrow.
It was getting close to quitting time, so I'm double checking to make sure everything is ready. I have my back to the office door, facing the computer screen scrolling my list when Peter walks up behind me. I swivel in my I chair, "Do you need something?"
He leans over me and places one hand on the desk the other on the back of my chair, "NO, just checking to see if everything is prepared for tomorrow?"
I give him my winning smile, "Of course, I was just double checking." I turn back to the computer screen and continue scrolling.
Peter’s lips brush my ear, "You will need to come in an hour early to set up." I hold my breath wanting to turn and devour his mouth. Instead I nod my head in agreement.
He brings his head even closer to my shoulder. I know he is smelling my hair, then he whispers, "Lanie baby, I want you to wear that green dress I love so much with those sexy heels." He pretends to watch the screen, his reflection tells me he's glancing at my cleavage. The lace edge of my bra skirts the edge of my blouse.
My heart is racing. His warm breath in my ear and my god he smells good. I am nearly sitting on my hands to keep from touching him. My neck is stiff from trying not to turn my head to bite his jaw.
My mind comes back online and I shake out of my daydream. I know he can tell I’m aroused by my body language. I don’t dare look at him.
“I can do that." I whisper. He lightly kisses my ear again and my body visibly shivers.
Peter stands adjusting his trousers, "Thank you Lanie, I'll see you in the morning."
When he goes back into his office I shut down the computer, gather up my stuff and I'm off. That was some intense UST! Whew! I am going to need a drink before I get home or a cold shower. Power Up! BOB here I come!
The next morning I dress just as Peter has asked. After my shower, I don lace bra and panties. Peter loves lace me in lace, wonder if I will make it home with these panties? Better pack an extra pair, because I have a feeling I won’t.
I wear this outfit often. I had bought it for our first official date that unfortunately was cancelled. It is better known as my first **** dress. It is Peter's favorite shade of green and the style is wraparound with two ties. Peter knows the secret to getting me out of it quick.
I have a sexy strappy pair of sandals to complete my outfit. I pile my hair on top of my head, leaving my neck bare. One last glance in the mirror before stepping out into the summer heat, oh yeah I look hot! Ok my darling Peter, I hope you know what you're doing to me.
My trip to the office was easy this early. Upon a cursory look, I don't see Peter. Oh well, I have to prepare the conference room anyway. I gather up my reports and copies and head off down the hall. The door is open to the conference room. My heart jumps and my body flushes with heat. I quickly make a mental note to check the thermostat. I switch gears, thinking maybe he's already here.
I push my way through the open door. I notice my food deliveries have arrived but my stomach drops, no Peter. Ok girl pull it together. You've got plenty to do.
I set about placing food stuffs on plates and preparing the coffee. Just as I am finishing the last stack of reports on the end of the table, two hands land on my hips. Familiar hands. Hands that know how to make my body tingle. Hands that caress me gently or spank me roughly as passions rise. Over the last few weeks they have known nearly every inch of my body intimately.
I step back pressing my body against him, smiling wickedly and inhaling his scent. "I didn't hear you come in." I can feel him smile against my neck. He begins with soft kisses against my neck. The kind that melt through me and cause me to overheat.
"We don't have much time, but I want you here and now Baby Mine." Peter whispers as he grasps the tie on my wraparound dress. His strong hands slide inside to caress my warm skin. He pulls the other tie. I suck in a deep breath when he kisses my shoulder as my dress slithers to the floor. He groans in my ear and grinds his hips into my ass.
"Oh baby you're beautiful. This lace is incredible." His fingertips skim the edge of my bra.
Peter slides his hand down my tummy and into my lace panties. He inserts two fingers inside me. "Oh baby. So wet already."
I lay my head back on his shoulder and I giggle, "I've been wet since you told me to wear this dress."
Peter growls in my ear, "Good Girl." I hear a familiar zip sound and know this is going to be fast and hot.
My breathing begins to increase. I am nearly panting with desire. He tips my chin to kiss me long and deep. I moan into his mouth, "sssshhhh now baby. Lean over the table."
Reluctantly I lean away from his body putting my hands on the table. He steps up behind me, tapping my heels to spread my legs. "Such a gorgeous sight Baby Mine your glorious ass and dripping ****."
He teases my wet panties with the tip of his hard ****. I press back wanting him inside me. Peter gives a slight chuckle, "Patience baby."
I reach up and grab his tie, pulling him down for another kiss. He moves away from my mouth and places lush kisses down my spine. When he reaches the top of my panties he runs his tongue along the edge. His nimble fingers push through the lace. My panties spring up around my waist. I have stopped keeping track. I knew I’d need an extra pair. “Damn” I say under my breath.
He presses his hard **** swiftly between my wet lips. My entrance gladly accepting his hard **** with a muscles spasm hugging holding onto him.
He inhales sharply at the feeling of being encased inside of me. An accustomed feeling of warmth gathers inside of me. He starts to pumps into me hard and fast. He grabs the clip from my hair and it cascades down my back. He grabs a handful pulling me back into him.
All this waiting and wondering, I’m very aroused from the anticipation. I know it won't take me long. He leans down slightly whispering to me "Rub your clit baby, cum for me." He didn't have to ask me twice and I know how much he likes to watch. I begin the assault against my clit, swollen and ready. My juices waste no time running down my leg.
Peter utters words of praise, "Oh **** baby." When I hear that I let go trying to hold my cries to a minimum. But I cum hard all around his ****, the velvet squeeze of his rigid member as he spews his hot creamy cum inside of me. He thrusts a couple more times and his **** with a heartbeat of its own pulses inside me.
We are breathless and sated. He pulls me up to him, still inside me and kisses neck and shoulder, "That was amazing baby, but we've got a meeting in a little bit."
Reality creeps back in, I turn my head and look into his eyes. He brushes my hair back behind my ear rubbing gently, leaning in for a soft sweet kiss.
"I want more with you. Time to make love to you. How about you stay with me tonight?"
I'm sure the grin on my face gave it away, "I'd like that. Having you in a real bed. Yes Peter yes." I kiss him again holding his tie in my hand pulling him to me.
My inner goddess is doing handsprings and my heart back flips at the prospect of all the things we can do without fear of interruption. Yes fantasies here I come!
:-* :-*Thanks Clay... I love my Avi! I think she's beautiful...
FYI my favorite color is pink and my totem is a bumble bee...
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