KISS ME I'M IRISH - PART II

KISS ME I'M IRISH - Mar Chuid Dá (Part II)

Jillian B. Hart

She found herself very melancholy and couldn't even explain why if she had been asked.  Rather then give into the blues she fashioned on a casual emerald green dress and zipped up the knee length, spiked, black boots. Slipped into a leather jacket and headed out the door.  People watching always lifted her spirits and gave her inspiration to write.  What better night to gather in the sights.  

She sat at the bar, taking in the blur of faces on the dance floor. The festive holiday sounds emanated through the room mixed with dance tunes.  Shiny plastic four leaf clovers and green beads dangled from necks and bounced across chests in erratic and off beat motions. Choirs of "Slainte" replaced the usual shouts of cheers followed by the clinks of beer mugs.  Green beer overflowed, yet, not her drink of preference so she had ordered Bailey's straight up.  Every one was Irish today.  Yet her Irish eyes were far from smiling.  Although she had never fancied this Irish pub in the city, perhaps this wasn't the right pub to observe the happy crowds, as something about the place reminded her of times gone by. 

A finely manicured hand wrapped the glass.  She sip the creamy drink and felt it flood her with warmth. The sensation of the alcohol filling her up with a light headiness. She was so lost in thought as she took in the deluge of dancers and drinkers, that she hadn't noticed him.

He did a double take when he saw her. He had missed everything about her.  How many times had he seen her brown eyes when he closed his, remembering that night he never told her.  The night he let her say goodbye and walk out of a bar, and in essence walk out of his life. He didn't tell her.  Never told her what he should of said.  He just held it in. How were you supposed to ask someone to stay when you couldn't make any promises?  How do you ask that of a friend?  Even a friend that you loved with more passion then you were willing to admit to at the time.  That was night before she left to relocate across the country. It all flooded back, like it was days ago rather then over a decade into the past.

His heartbeat quickened.  As he took in the view across the bar.  Tendrils of hair framed her face and the bodice of her dress dipping to reveal the curves of cleavage and hug her frame.  His gaze danced over her taking in every inch that he could see, as his mind rushed to decide what action to take next.  Desire twisted inside him making his mind fill with all kinds of wickedly wild images.  A hotness flooded his groin and the blue jeans grew painfully tighter.  He started towards her, watching her perched elegantly on a stool with sparkling eyes darting around the room.

He tapped her shoulder and she turned to face him while brushing the curls from her face.  Astonishment initially flashed across her face, follow by recognition and anxious anticipation.  She held his gaze letting out a sexy breath as she began to speak.  He watched her pulse quicken at the base of her throat as he leaned in to take possession of her mouth before she could utter a word.  She went absolutely still for an instant before closing her eyes and melting into the moment.  Her lips parted more - as strong, gentle hands caressed her face.  The touch so familiar in her memory that she went breathless as she tasted the sweetness of his kiss in her mouth.  It inflamed a warmth in her that peaked between her crossed legs.  With his lips over hers, he gently sucked small dotting pecks across her maroon painted lips until their mouths instinctively opened up.  Tongues now danced in slow circular motions as he ran his fingers through her hair. Her body betraying her will to remain collected. Shivers electrified her and every emotion was released as she moaned. She was so responsive as their tongues tangled, that he thought he'd explode if he dared to imagine how she'd be when he got her alone.  His blood pulsed so fast it echoed in his ears, as goosebumps danced over her flesh awaking every erogenous zone in each of them.  Sparking a pool of moisture at the pinnacle where her thighs met. He pulled her closer and she slid off the stool pressing their bodies together.  Her scent closed over him like the first pure snow white washes a landscape. The intensity growing until she eased away and gently broke the embrace.  The sound of the crowd sobering them back to their senses.  Leaning back on his heals he gazed into her eyes waiting for feedback or retort. Long lashes curtaining the feelings smoldering in the depths of her expressive eyes. The seemingly long pause made him toy with apologizing for ravishing her in public.  But, he couldn't articulate the words, as he was only sorry that he couldn't finish what he started.  She drew a deep steady breath before she spoke.  Her voice low and sexy, a melody he'd never forgotten, sexual sparks hanging in the air, "Where have you been hiding? I've missed you..."

Her Irish eyes smiling brightly as a mischievous grin flashed across her glossy lips. She grabbed his hand and said, "Let's get out of here".

Happy Post St. Patrick's Day!

XOXOXO

REPRISE: KISS ME I'M IRISH - Mar Chuid Dá (Part II) 

Editors Note: Originally Posted 3-19-11

WARM UP WITH THIS REPRISE... ;)

BABY, IT'S COLD OUTSIDE

Jillian B. Hart

As twilight fell the light snow was still dancing in the cold northern wind.  The clouds hung low and grey still threatening to once again devour the panorama before him in the depths of winter white.  The cold wet, sweeping through his hair and chilling his skin as he heaved the shovel and tossed the heavy snow on the growing mound.  The sparkling powder was packed and the enormity of excavating a path was exhausting.  His muscles were pumped and aching as the winter wind blew bitter around him.  

His footsteps disappearing behind him in the new falling snow as he anxiously marched through the bone chilling air towards the warm light waning through the windows.   Strong casual strides brought him quickly to the stoop steps and he climbed them two at a time reaching for the handle. As his fingers were about to grasp the knob, the door pulled away from him.  The draft that flew in sent shivers skipping down her spine.  The vision of his damp black pants molded to his muscular legs followed by a form fitting ski jacket, that accented linebacker like shoulders, enticed goose bumps to decorate her flesh, as his deep brown eyes met hers and a smile widened across his face.  His eyes brighten while brows raised and his gaze drifted from seductive eyes, past soft curves, hugged by a sophisticatedly simple knit dress.  It’s vertical line of buttons revealing a moderate peek of cleavage and stopping just high enough to expose a glimpse of tawny flesh before the over the knee stiletto boots wrapped her curvy calfs, like a wet tee shirt coheres to bare skin. A welcomed display that awakened his libido and cause the blood to rush between his legs. 

“Baby, it’s cold outside.” He jokingly stated, as he wrapped one arm around her and pushed the door closed behind him with the other.  

Scooping her closer, as her sultry eyes held his glance, she let out a low sexy giggle and said, “Cold enough to catch your death.  You’d better warm up.”

Sucking in a shuddery breath as she linked her warm fingers around his neck and nestled them under his scarf on his cold skin.  Internal desire twisted, warming him from the inside out and a burst of heat shot through his groin.  Anticipation danced in her eyes.  Her hands fell forward and tugged the zipper on his coat until it fell loose and she could slip her arms around his waist and nuzzle closer to him.  Her soft lips brushed his jawline and dotted kisses down his neck leaving a warm wet trail, on his chilled skin, from his earlobe to his collarbone.  Her hands glided up his strong back and help to free him from the restraints of his coat, which fell carelessly to the ground.  Her leg pressed against him and she instantly knew his desires were as escalated as her own by the firm pressure against her hip as they embraced tighter.   

He pushed his body against hers and put his mouth near her ear and whispered, “I could use some help getting warm.” 

Her eyebrows raised playfully as she responded, “Think hot thoughts, baby”.  

His mind filled with wild and wicked images as hormones rocketed.  Her innocent sensuality dripping with the sexiness of a siren aroused all of his senses and caused a pulsing between his legs, leaving him feeling slightly lightheaded.  His handsome chisel features highlighted by the blush from the cold and rush of his blood melted her heart.  Gently brushing the cinnamon tendrils from her cheeks he cupped her face and lifted her chin.  Her tongue barely poked though parting her lips and ran around them leaving a glossy shine, as she felt his warm breath and intoxicating scent surround her.  Desire flowed as their eyes met and his hands ran through her hair nudging her closer.  Their lips brushed just delicately at first. Yet the barely there touch teased of what was to come and ignited heart pounding passion.  Their lips blending as one, as soft pressure stole their breath.  Sucking in air breathlessly, tongues touched and traced circles together.  Her hands tightened around him and the excitement increased as the warmth of his kiss penetrated deeper and deeper within her.  The kiss, making her weak in the knees and the heat of her desire peak at the apex between her thighs.  Listening to her low moaning, he took possession of her mouth and sexily snaked and tangled her tongue with his ever more passionately, - with every moment tasting sweeter.  Parting to draw a calming breath to fill his lungs with much needed air, her eyes fluttered open and longingly met his, raising the heat pumping through her veins from simmer to boil.  She blew out a voluptuous pant, her dark chocolate eyes were full of want.  Her lashes flickered, her mouth in a provoking pout, she thrust her pelvis forward pressing against him and urging him on.  

“Are you thinking hot thoughts, yet?”

He groaned and drew her in tighter while swooping her off her feet and helplessly into his embrace.  With a triumphant smile he followed the sounds of the crackling fire and tenderly laid her down by the warmth of it’s heat, leaning in to mesmerize her with more kisses. Running hands over his back she tug the shirt free from his waist and glided it over his head.  He surfed his tongue over her full fleshy lips and drew them in.  Loving the way her mouth moved under his lead.  Her purr vibrated quietly in his ear prompting his pulse to peak.  

She raked her fingers though his raven locks and encouraged his touch as her body seemed to liquefy against his.  Pressure building in his tightening pants he sank deeper kisses into her mouth and felt her hip sway invitingly under his.  Her arms around his neck she kissed him long and deep matching the intensity of his every move.  His kisses broke from her lips and traced the landscape of her form.  Her head tilting back as a quiet moan escaped her mouth.  Her heartbeat racing as her dress fell to the floor and  he continued to explore her soft flesh.  Her warm breath coming fast heavy as he kissed and suckled the sensuous curves and valleys of her body.  She indulged in working the waistband of his pants massaging the swelling bulge as she unfastened the button and tugged on the zipper.  They writhed with excitement while wriggling free from their remaining clothes - hands stroking and petting each other with a storm of erotic awareness.  He ran his fingers up her legs climbing slowly higher until he reached her heated core. Dark lashes fluttered around her expressive eyes, the breath stolen from her lungs, she moanfully managed to whisper, “Don’t stop, touch me more”.  His hand slid higher and met warm wetness and stroked her inner fire as she completely surrendered to his touch...

SHE SAID... "MOMMY PORN", SERIOUSLY???

Jillian B. Hart
HMMMMMM...... "Mommy Porn",  REALLY? Is that what you (and or "they") are calling it, Tony?  At least that's what I read in your latest "He Said". 
Let me think of what I want to say here... I'll be back...


Friday June 16, 2012
Alright --- Truth be told - Life got in the way, as usual my return took way longer then anticipated.  With a little luck it makes you miss me more...  


Where was I?!



"Mommy Porn", Seriously.  That emanates a bit like a backhanded compliment.  Kinda like MILF, it all depends on the way you say it and rarely coming across with the right je ne sais quoi.  (Although occasionally can make one blush in all the right ways and can be complimentary.) There is a difference between porn and erotica and that's the thing that guys often miss.  There's absolutely nothing wrong with the right dash of erotica.  However all too often the man in your life suffers from ADD...  bringing home "Another Disastrous DVD"! Come on now! There is a difference, a big difference (and yes size matters! ...Sorry could help myself!) between erotica and porn... any porn.  


I'm always up for an evening or any other time of day that has wild sparks that ignite to uncontrollable flames. Erotica builds that fire.  It creates connection.  I'll watch, listen, read --- Hell, I write my own and enjoy it.  Most of us hunger for that connection.  Therein lies the difference - the disconnect vs. the connection.  Not that there isn't positives to be found from a mind blowing f*ck... but for the long term - connections and emotions count.  Many women don't "connect" to porn. Yet erotica has emotion and connection.  That's what gets our engines racing. If you get your woman all revved up before the flag I guarantee that the final finish will be fabulous! Isn't that the point of watching and or reading something spicy together? To whet you appetite in the fantasy for the real thing. To bring fantasy into your reality! No matter how good a girl you are if you want fireworks  "in the bedroom", if you like your reality with a healthy serving of fantasyland on the side, ALWAYS pack at least a little NAUGHTY WITH YOUR NICE!  Sometime the more the better. Erotica of any kind can help take your "lady" there. If you do that - winners all around. The more you win, the more you want to play. 


I was really prepared to get into quite a bit if a rant here... (Oh, wait I did, a little one, LOL), until I got a message from one of my "besties", The Good Girl.  She took the words right out of my mouth.  So I'll stop now and let her go strutting in my stilettos.  


I'll catch ya on the next one, Tony baby! Ha! I'll give you a great big rant then... hehehehe ;)

THE CAB RIDE

JILLIAN B. HART

AFTER THE KISS

Elegant fingers intertwined with his as she fell slightly ahead of him in the mob leading him hand in hand away from the bar.  It was impulsive.  Reckless.  But, after losing herself in his kiss she was willing to abandon reason. Rushing thoughts trying to fill her with doubt. There was a time her heart had been crippled from the pain of losing him. From the pain of doing the right thing for the wrong reasons. To please the wrong people. 

They had once been so close to everything. And, then there was naught. She walked on, weaving the crowd. Nothing was greater then the risk that came with embracing this moment. Nothing greater then the loneliness that pierces your soul, behind a bright smile and a full life.

Exhilarated by the strong rhythm reverberating in her chest. She wanted her heart to keep beating like this...  To be uncontrollably aware of being alive and not just moving through motions. This was the type of moment, that affirms that heaven does exist. Makes you believe, that right here, in this moment is where you are supposed to be. The moment you know and say to yourself, “all I need is this right now”.

She looked back over her shoulder as they neared the exit.  Meeting his glance, her pulse quickened and a void inside her seemed to diminish with each passing second.  Years melting away as a connection of heart, mind, and soul, seized to the forefront in an instant. The frenzy of looming passion teased at all of his senses.  His loins aching a he moved closer to her, both of them pausing in the flood of people waiting to exit and enter the bar.  A few more steps and the multitude of the holiday horde was left behind them.  The pub music fading while the sounds of the city at night overwhelmed them.

She felt her breath catch in her throat. No plan had been erected, yet it was evolving with every step that they took on the noisy avenue.  She knew there was no turning back.  Nor did she want to, she’d not turn away from this again. Slightly shivering as the voice in her head silently shouted, “No regrets”.  Just the stroke of his thumb on the back of her hand excited her libido as her nipples tingled and tightened under silk camisole beneath her dress.  

She released his hand and stepped off the curb. Stiletto boots clicking the pavement with each stride.  As her long garnet painted nails lead her hand into the air, her voice loud, throaty and untamed, “Taxi”.

SUMMER RE-RUN: HART'S DESIRE ON FIRE - Paradise's Pleasure - Originally Posted May 17, 2011

HART'S DESIRE ON FIRE

Paradise's Pleasure

Can fantasy measure up to reality?

Jillian B. Hart

They had shared so much.  An affair of emotions that dripped in fantasy.  Distance, time and circumstance robbed them of interaction.  Theirs was a virtual world of dreams and indiscretions.  Yet, she often wondered... if ever --- would all they imagined ever measure up?  Could reality move the world off it's axis - like the words and interchanges on a screen - left her breathless and wet with desire?  She closed her lash rimmed eyes and shook off the thoughts - refocusing on their last interaction as she lay in her bed.  A long sexy breath escapes her as she closes her eyes to lose herself in the memory...

His eyes locked on her, as she bathed in a waterfall in the tropical paradise.  The cool waterarousing her senses and causing her chest to swell and nipples be erect.  The sensory simulation enticing, as her head tilted back to rinse her hair.  So lost in the simple pleasure that she hadn't noticed his arrival. Hadn't noticed him gazing at her every move. If she had, she may have become overcome with vexation rather then lost in the self indulgence of her nakedness.  The rushing sound of the waterfall made it easy for him to slide into the lagoon and approach her undetected.  Longing to surprise her, he swam up behind her - only to have the wonderment be on him - when she turned in the water and launched herself at him.  Both of them falling into the shallow caress of the waters.  

Laughing. Splashing.  Groping. Fondling. In ways that rivaled any teenage fantasy or love-fest.  Entangled theyworked their way to shore.  The mist of the falling waters in the breeze still spraying their skin as the sun warmed them and they fell into the soft fine sand.   Massaging her bronzed flesh with pressure and untamed passion.  The touch of his hands, pure rapture to her.

Without a word, there was complete direction.  He read every cue that her body sensuously displayed.  And, when body language lacked enough intensity she'd guide his hands.  The sun adding heat to a moment sparked enough to combust fire.  Hands lost on each other - exciting every fiber of their beings. Awakening every nerve to send shivers racing the length of her spine. Unyielding palms and fingers worked the sun drenched bodies that glowed with a hint of inviting erotic sweat.  Shoulders. Neck. Down the small of her back.  Each movement pulsing with strength and pressure that told of the sensual acts to come.  As he nibbled on the bare flesh of her neck she felt fire in her core, yet shivered with anticipation.  His arms wrapped her from behind and his hands slid smoothly over her hips and caressed the soft skin just above her pelvis. Rubbing back and forth and climbing higher and higher.  She leaned back.  Melting into him.  Losing herself in every lascivious movement gliding over fleshy mounds that swelled with tension and want.  She turned her head over her shoulder to kiss him.  Lips fell open as impassioned tongues danced together.  Kissing him deeper, taking him in, sliding back and forth over his mouth and tongue, insinuating the motions of the salacious sex she desired...  

To be continued....

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HART'S DESIRE - BABY, IT'S HOT IN HERE!

Jillian B. Hart
The night was so HOT that the city couldn't sleep. But then NYC is the city that never sleeps.  The air felt thick enough to slice as amber light came through the window. Always during a heat wave - brown outs robbing you of cool air.

The latches click and the door to the tiny balcony slides open. The open air rushing in with the city sounds and causing little relief.  Summer nights... Hotter and longer, when your lover is delayed with work long after darkness falls.

Scantily clad in a light nightie she steps onto the metal floor still hot from the day's beating sun on her bare feet. Shaking her head thinking, he'd hate me standing out here barely dressed. Peek-a-boo chiffon with a plunging sweetheart neck line trimmed in hot pink lace pushing up in all the right places.

"Exhibitionist"... She could hear him say. 

"A bathing suit bares more", she'd recant.

A quiet sigh escaped her lips as she slid the cool damp cloth across her chest, collar bones and then to the back of her neck.  The moisture in the air mixing with sticky sweet sweat making her clothes cling to the curves of her body.  Earlier the cloth had been filled with ice.  Fast melting cool drips trickling over her body.  Wildly reminiscent of his tongue on her skin during intensive foreplay.  She ran her hand through her hair and caught sight of the clock on the inside wall. 2:00am. All restless, hot and bothered.  Tired only of the swirling repetitive thoughts of willing him home.

She half heartily went back inside the downtown loft. And sat at her makeshift desk with her laptop. MAC would pass the time with her and she'd write.

The room glowed only with the light on the screen. She slid the ear buds in and plugged into her favorite play list. Chasing away the sounds of the outside world to loose herself in hers words and the music.

Her fingers danced and stalled over the keyboard as the thoughts started and stopped. He watched her from the doorway. So lost in her writing that the sound of his keys in the door did not alert her of his presence.

He longed to be the keys victim to her emotional touch. Light. Heavy. Fast. Slow. Seemingly engrossed in an erotic affair.

Dropping clothing piece by piece as he undressed to escape the scorching heat that hung in the air. Amused watching her professedly murmur the flashing thoughts that emerged through her long delicate fingers and mix them with the song lyrics playing in her head. Something sexy about listening to her off key songs sounding a Capella from his stand point. Lyrics going interrupted or missing when her finger sped up on the keys. 

Still she paid no notice to him as he inched closer, breathing in her intoxicating scent. The ceiling fan clicked faintly bringing the lingering aroma of her perfume to arouse his senses.  Pornographic lust rushing though his mind.  His eyes tracing her body.  Slowly rounding each curve that melted into the next. He was close enough to touch her.  Warmth flooded his body, his temperature climbing from simmer to boil as his pulse quickened with the rush. The thickening rise indicating his needs and desires. His breath ragged and labored with anticipation. Reaching out he stroked her bare arm. She gave a start swinging a one eighty in the office seat and pulling the wires from her ears.

A calming relief following the adrenaline rush once she focused on him.  She tilted her chin and flashed him a smile, "Do you have to scare me like that"?!

Laughingly, "Only when you are completely removed from the world around you." 

"Yeah, there's that..."

She took in his lack of attire, commenting, "Apparently you have been home a while".

His fitted briefs molded to his legs leaving nothing short of obvious as to his mind and motive.  Her pulse kicked up a few notches.  Just the sexy sight of him with that look in his eyes, unleashed her inner vixen and made her feel empowered to be bold. Eyes locked on her smoldering with desire and want.  Suddenly aware of her parched lips her tongue ran around them leaving a glossy shine that reflected in the dim light. Still seated she leaned in and hugged him.  Gracefully wrapping herself around him as he lifted her higher and out of the chair. Helplessly sustained in the air as his mouth met hers.  Arms tightening around his broad shoulders as her legs wrapped his torso.  His steps were small and gentle as he pressed her back to the wall and leaned his body in to act as a force against the natural pull of gravity.   All while dancing tongues never missed a beat.

To Be Continued......   

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SUNDAY NIGHT RERUN: COOL OFF AFTER THE HEATWAVE

Ms. Jillian B. Hart's

BABY, IT'S COLD OUTSIDE

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Hart's Desire Teaser

Rebooting in the Bedroom

A Walk on the Cougar Side - April 8, 2011

Come Now - April 5, 2011

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If I Could Wake Up Dreaming - February 25, 2011

BUSINESS TRIP Part VII- HART'S DESIRE

Flooded With Flashbacks... Continued

Have you ever wished for a night that would never end?

Jillian B. Hart

...the phone rang and she lit up at the sound of his voice. 

“Sorry, work kept me later then planned.  Still up for going out?”

“Yes, ...of course, been waiting for your call!” He could hear the smile through the phone lines.  

“We’ll have a drink, or something... pick you up soon.”

Soon seemed forever.  She’d been ready and waiting.  Grabbed her bar purse and tucked a lipstick inside. Slipped on her favorite white leather boots and darted down the stairs. 

“Going out?” 

“Yes, Daddy.”

“With who?”

She smiled and swayed her head gently back and forth.  “You know who, Daddy.”  His expression beamed approval.  “It’s already late.  Make sure he walks you in.”  Rolling her eyes and laughing, “Always Daddy.”