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Showing posts with label Jillian B Hart. Show all posts
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Tuesday, March 13, 2012
SHE SAID... KISS ME I'M IRISH - Pháirt Amháin (Part I)
Jillian B. Hart
Kissing is one of the most sensual and sexy ways too express your passion for your partner. So many ways to get erotic with your lover but most often the starting point is a kiss. A lingering embrace of lips that leaves your mate longing for more and daydreaming about you long after the moment is gone.
In the chaos of life it is all too easy to forget the power of the kiss. All to easy to fall into the "smooch" and or "smack' syndrome. The quick peck that has become habit and essentially is so over used that it means nothing. This cordial interaction certainly doesn't raise a pulse. Day in and day out, reality gets in the way and these kisses have their place but to keep sparks from fizzling a couple must define time to include romantic passionate kisses in their daily love diet. These encounters need not be saved for "bedroom time" but should rather be used often as prelude to escapades yet to come. What is more exciting then anticipation? You want your lover to desire you, then it is necessary to lay one on them that leaves them longing for more. Sexy kissing is all about a moment that makes your partner crazy for you. Kissing must not just be a road map to sex but rather an appreciated act of pleasure unto itself.Tuesday, February 14, 2012
HART'S DESIRE - AN APPETITE FOR LOVE (RATED M for MATURE)
DESSERT ANYONE???
On this day of love I dedicate this to the one who inspires my writings...
Who inspires me... XO
On this day of love I dedicate this to the one who inspires my writings...
Who inspires me... XO
Jillian B. Hart
She smiled and winked at him tantalizingly - bending over the table and leaning in towards him enough to provoke attention to the soft mounds of flesh spilling from her clingy v-neck. Grinning to herself knowing the red lace of her push up was certainly playing peek-a-boo from his view.
She twisted her eyes to point seductively down the hallway before turning on her heel and clicking stiletto spikes across the hard wood floor. The noise of festivities fading behind her as she fancied her way to the master bathroom. She went in but left the door unlocked. Ran her fingers through her hair tucking some behind her ears and licking her lips to a shine - as she heard the sound of the knob twist and a second later he was in and had locked the door behind him. She turned away from the mirror to face him and before she could inch towards him, he instantaneously lifted her onto the counter and pressed his mouth to hers. Her heart skipped and then raced. She returned his kiss with equal intensity and want, parting her full painted lips to invite their tongues to tango soft and deep circles together. Their bodies gravitating like magnets to one another. As he pushed in closer her short skirt rode up her thighs and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Pulling him close enough to feel his hardness pressing against her. Her pulse rocketed, her hands making fists in his hair as moist heat flooded at the apex of her widely parted legs. His hands roaming her body, petting her bosom and taunting her now firm, hard nipples that begged for attention. She scrambles at his buttons and his shirt fell to the floor.
She pulled at his pants and yanked down the fly. Grabbing him and eagerly inviting him out. He reached under her skirt and was delighted to discover that there were no panties underneath. He lifted her up and parted her swollen flesh with teasing strokes of his manhood. A breathless moan escaped her mouth - the sound dripping with erotic desire, as her arms tightened around him. His hands holding her by the round cheeks of her ass, he hitched her up higher and pressed in, submerging himself, to become fully surrounded by her hot wetness. She gasped with pleasure as he slid deep inside of her. Her legs and arms around his body holding her aloft as she rocked up and down his pulsing rod. She writhed on top of him as he thrust in and out of her. Her moans growing louder as he plunged deeper and deeper. Orgasm pulling at him as her juices were dripped like warm rivers on his thighs and she tighten around him. Harder and faster. His moans now in rhythmic tempo with hers. He purposefully nudged her back against the wall forcing her legs to split further apart, lifting them higher, wanting more. Harder and faster with each stroke. Deeper and more intense he pumped her hard up against the cold tile wall. Her groans mixed with cries of pleading desire. Scorching liquid streamed from her. Her hands tight on his back and her nails slightly dug into him as she felt herself about to slip into erotic rapture. Keenly aware of her mounting climax he hammered into her unrelentingly determined to have her finish all over his throbbing shaft. A raspy voice in his ear, "Come with me!", as she banged her hips against him and a cry of complete ecstasy evaded her lips. Her orgasm ripped through her like a flash of electric current through her veins. She threw her head back and helplessly trembled with pleasure. Her climaxing muscles tightening around him and with one more hard thrust he came into her. Both of them panting for air as she rocked on him to milk every drop, milk every second of this titillating moment, before her body melted onto his and they sank slowly down onto the cool ceramic floor.
He watched her chest rise and fall as they both caught their breath. Their eyes met and they held the glance for a long moment. She once again winked at him as a grin stretched across her face and accented her flushed cheeks.
"We should get back to "dinner" before our guests miss us", he said.
She grabbed his shoulders and pulled his face closer to her, pressing against him with one last long, lingering kiss. Her eyes sparkling as she looked directly into his...
"But, you must promise me seconds later... And be certain to save room for dessert"!
A sexy giggle as she added, "You know how I LOVE DESSERT!"..........
Saturday, September 3, 2011
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Thursday, August 4, 2011
PYTHONS...ARE APPARENTLY WHAT'S SHAKEN
Dawn Boyle
What is the story with people and their fascination with Pythons?
A few months ago, Marion wrote a story called Pet Python. It got hits the day it ran, but nothing earth shattering. Since the original post date Pet Python has been in the top ten of the highest traffic source. Marion wrote again about the horrible story of a young child being killed by the snake and the parents going to jail...again - BAM! People are all over Delayed Reaction Lounge in search of information and/or stories about Pythons.
What gives? What is the draw? Tell us you python lovers out there....we will be more than happy to give you more snake stories if that is your desire.
I hope while you are reading Marion's Python tales you poke around...we have something for EVERYONE here at DRL....don't miss our very own Buxom Blogging Temptress Jillian. Grab a laugh with Tony. Marion's other stories of ghostly happenings and her love for nature and it's creatures, or check out what Barbara and I have to say in our posts. Rumor has it Jenn Copp will be back soon as well!
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Below are some interesting facts about pythons...and also links to our writers and their favorite stories!
Pythons are a group of large non-venomous snakes that belong to the family Pythonidae. They are found in the continents of Asia, Africa and Australia. About 26 species of Pythons exist in the world. Pythons are ambush predators. They attack their prey all of a sudden even before their presence is witnessed. A typical python kills its prey by a process called constriction. Python grasps its prey and wraps its body around it. Without any hesitation, it increases the number of turns around its prey. As a result, the pressure on the prey increases and the prey is forced to stop inhaling. This eventually kills the prey or makes it unconscious. The python then easily swallows the unconscious prey. It may take several days for the prey to be completely digested.
Dawn Boyle - SOCIOPATH....http://delayedreactionlounge.blogspot.com/2011/07/aka-sociopath.html
Barbara Ward
http://delayedreactionlounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-do-you-want.html#more
Jillian B. Hart
http://delayedreactionlounge.blogspot.com/2011/06/business-trip-part-vii-harts-desire.html
Tony Walker
http://delayedreactionlounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/catholics-confirmations-and-churches-oh.html
Marion Ambrose
http://delayedreactionlounge.blogspot.com/2011/04/demlicans-or-repubicrats.html
Jenn Copp
Friday, July 29, 2011
HART'S DESIRE - BABY, IT'S HOT IN HERE!
Jillian B. HartThe 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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Wednesday, June 29, 2011
She Said... SEXPECTATIONS
After reading Tony's "He Said" from earlier today, where he ponders the "whys", "whens", and "wheres" of sex fitting into life - it begs for a response. Yet, all he got was crickets... not a comment was made!
The majority of men always wanting sex is a familiar concept. As is that theme being a common thread in Tony's "He Said" posts.
According to Kinsey, (in a study done prior to the avenues available on the Internet), 54% of men think about sex several times a day. Recalling memories of recent romps, fantasizing the future possibilities, as well as daring to day dreaming the wildest desires, all play a part in these carnal cravings that feed the need for some "lovin". At this point in time, it seems to me, many would agree - that number of 54% is grossly underestimated. LOL
The NEWS FLASH however may be that many women want sex all the time too! Sex in it's many amazing forms is singularly the most pleasurable act that a man and woman can engage in together. Sex is and should be AMAZING! Man or woman, who doesn't want to partake in an astounding erotic event? Sex is easy to come by --- whereas, love, connection and intimacy can be hard to pin point or even find in some relationships. Males look for sex and find love... Females look for love and find sex. Of course a long term relationship with a lover sweetens the deal and both should happen and co-exist. Yet that doesn't wash away that the thought process is different and therein lies the conflicting issues. Our "sexpectations" are different. If a guy gets off it's been good or even great - a woman needs more then the physical finish to feel fulfilled.
The road to nookie must be paved with intentions. It matters not so much as to what is going on in life at that moment, whether it be - LIFE IS GOOD, or STOP THE WORLD I WANT TO GET OFF - as to what support is going to be had in the rest of life that doesn't involve sex.
When your world is in crisis or days are blurring by with wonderment --- If a woman feels connected to her man, knows he's there emotionally, spiritually and physically to support her and their relationship and be part of a PARTNERSHIP then the rest flows freely. It comes easily. But if a woman feels like you aren't plugged into her and her feelings... then there "just ain't no turning it on!"
That said... I will play devils advocate here and say - I'd bet some women play games with their men, his sexual prowess, and limitless libido, knowing all too well you can't always have your lollipop and lick it too! Perhaps fellas, you need to know how to play back to win the game!
If you likes this post by Jillian check out:
What's So Complicated?!
Hart's Desire on Fire
Seven Day Sex Challenge, Bring It or Bust It?
Business Trip Part VII - Hart's Desire
If you likes this post by Jillian check out:
What's So Complicated?!
Hart's Desire on Fire
Seven Day Sex Challenge, Bring It or Bust It?
Business Trip Part VII - Hart's Desire
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
WICKED QUESTIONS
IF,
WHAT IF I NEVER MET YOU?!
Jillian B Hart
"What and if... Two non-threatening words that when put together can haunt you for the rest of your life." Ah, yes, the movies always have the words. But how often have you caught yourself questioning life along those lines?
Are there some people in this life that you never get over? That you just cannot live without. That will forever own a piece of your heart. Like it or not! That you will forever wonder about. Think about. Question if you should of zigged when you zagged. Forgetting them, is like forgetting to breath. It's an impossibility. You can close your eyes and imagine the image of them that is imprinted on your heart and shiver at the thoughts and dreams of a life that never happened. Are there days that you wonder... How did I even get here? Days that you wish you could dance again. Laugh again. See your smile reflected back to you in their eyes again. Are there days you wonder can you ever go back? You can't go back. No one can. Can then exist now? Should you even let it?
When life has taken you down one path... how do you forget the other? How do you breath with no air? Some days it's just hard to breathe.
Life goes on and you live it. Make yourself happy in it. Shine like the sun.
Breathe in the memories... Breathe, just breathe...
'Cause if you don't breathe - you die.
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