Wicked Wednesday: Sunburn

Sunburn ©2016 Sammi Lou Thorne

Sunburn ©2016 Sammi Lou Thorne

The morning started out warm, and the sun was shining high in the sky. A few puffy clouds floated lazily through a sea of blue, and the slight wind ruffled the grass. I wanted to get my hands dirty, and it was a perfect day to get out in the garden. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and got to work.

As I knelt in the garden and pulled weeds, the sun beat down on my back, and I could feel sweat rolling from my forehead. It was hot: sweat was even running from under my breasts. I wiped the sweat from my forehead with my forearm, and decided to take a break. I went into the house and washed my hands, then came out with a tall glass of iced water. I was still sweating, but I was cooling off, and I figured I might work on my tan a bit.

My yard had high fences and trees around the borders, so it was pretty isolated. I pulled off my tank, letting my bare breasts feel the heat of the sun. I always hated tan lines, and I knew no one would see me if I went topless. I peeled off my shorts as well, leaving on only a small pair of panties between myself and the sun’s rays.

I intended to put some sunscreen on, but first I wanted another drink of water. It was deliciously cold, and water ran down my chin and onto my chest as I drank. I closed my eyes for a moment, and then I felt my lover’s presence behind me. I could feel the disturbance of the air as he stepped closer, and his body pressed into mine as his hands cupped my breasts, his thumb and finger gently pinching my nipples. I shivered as his breath tickled the nape of my neck, and I could feel my panties grow wet as I bent my head and he gently kissed along my neck, his hands still caressing my breasts. I moaned, and he began lightly biting my neck, sending chills through my body.

The sun beat down on us, and he licked the sweat from my neck, his hands roaming down to my waist and under the straps of my panties. He nudged them down and I helped him lower them, stepping out of them and kicking them across the grass. His hands ran lightly up and down my sides, stopping to hold and squeeze my breasts before moving downwards, his fingers lightly brushing my heated skin and giving me chills while he kept kissing my neck. His breath was warm as I arched my back, and I turned my head to the right so he could nibble on my ear. It felt delicious, and I could feel my wetness as his tongue traced delicate circles on its surface.

I spread my legs as his hands grasped my ass, and then I bent over, steadying myself on the chair. I felt the tip of his cock enter me, and then he pounded into me, hard as the sun beat down on us. His hands rested just above my ass, squeezing as I clenched around him, and my moans filled the quiet air. We fucked under the sun, sweating, and I closed my eyes. I didn’t want it to end.

I woke up, a bit disoriented, on the chair. The ice in my drink had completely melted, and the outside of the glass glistened with water droplets. I looked around, but I knew he wasn’t there. I rose, naked, and headed inside, tired and hot, and my skin was on fire. I went into the bathroom and flipped on the light, and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a lobster, and I don’t think my skin had ever been so sunburnt. But around my breasts…were those handprints? I turned and looked again. They were – areas of white on my reddened skin, where my hands must have been when I fell asleep. I knew he wasn’t here, and yet…I moved my hands up and tried to match them to the handprints. I twisted and turned, but they didn’t line up. My eye caught another flash of white in the mirror and I turned, looking at my backside, where I saw two more handprints on my burnt flesh.

I marveled at my burnt body, and its handprint tattoos. Was it a dream, or something more? The white on red prints spoke volumes, and I smiled and turned off the light.

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TMI Tuesday: Say What?

©2016 Sammi Lou Thorne

©2016 Sammi Lou Thorne

1. What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever done?
Definitely saying goodbye to my father when he died.

2. What did you do growing up that got you into trouble??
What didn’t I do? I think sneaking out was what got me into the most trouble – when my parents caught me.

3. When was the last time you had an amazing meal? What was it? Why was it amazing for you??
I think the last amazing meal I had was when I was at Disneyworld over Christmas. I ate at Be Our Guest for dinner (the Beast’s castle), and I had the absolutely best steak ever, with garlic butter sauce and garlic green beans. It was just so good, and nothing else I ate on vacation matched it.

4. What’s the best/worst gift you’ve ever given/received??
The best gift I’ve ever received would be that my children were born healthy. The worst gift I’ve ever received was a $10 gift card to a local restaurant that I’d never heard of, had nothing under $10 on the menu, and then closed before I had a chance to go down and use it.

The best gift I’ve ever given would probably be a quilt I made with an alien motif for my friend. The worst gift I’ve ever given was probably the Discman I bought my mother for Christmas one year. It was actually really cool, and I bought it because she had said for literally months how much she wanted one…but when I gave it to her that year, her response was “what in the hell do I need that for?” So I returned it.

5. What do you miss most about being a kid?
I think the freedom to go out and ride my bike, and play, and do things without much of a care in the world.

Bonus: What is something you learned in the last week?
I was at a conference all of last week, and I learned that restaurants in the Colorado ski resorts actually hand out discount coupons for the dispensaries. Who knew?


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Wicked Wednesday: If There’s No Way…

Maxmilian_Pirner_-_v_rozkvetu_(1883-4) If there’s no way to be with you when you wake in the night,
Or with you in the morning when you wake to the daylight,
I’ll think of you and love you and pretend I’m there with you,
To hold you and to kiss you and to love you like I do.

If there’s no way to hold you when you’re feeling down and sad,
When you are feeling lonely and the day is going bad,
I’ll think of hugging you and showing you how much I care,
I’ll wipe away your tears and brush my fingers through your hair.

If there’s no way to tell you of the love I have inside,
When you might doubt my feelings, know that you won’t be denied.
I’ll find a way to show you what my head and my heart know,
I love you so completely, and I’ll never let you go.

They say that love will find a way, somewhere, somehow, sometime.
And in my heart I know that I am yours, and you are mine.


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TMI Tuesday: Share

Pierre-Auguste Renoir [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Pierre-Auguste Renoir [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

1. Hi there. Tell us about your job and what you do?
Currently I’m a consultant. I advise and assist with an online program, and I also design and develop web pages.

2. What piece of advice would you give to a co-worker?
If you don’t know something, ask! There’s nothing worse than a co-worker who’s afraid to ask for information.

3. What 2 pieces of advice would you give to a new blogger??
Hmmm…I would say get out there in cyberspace and make connections, and be careful of some of the things that you share.

4. What 1 piece of advice would you give to a veteran blogger–someone blogging for more than 3 years?
I guess I would say to keep being honest.

5. What do you hope visitors to your blog see, take away, feel or learn?
I hope that they learn something about sex toys, since that’s a lot of what I do on my blog. I hope they see, through many of the photos I’ve taken, that I enjoy what I do. I also hope they take away some feelings relating to my poems and stories that I post.

6. Have you ever had something happen to you that you thought was bad but it turned out to be for the best?
I have, but it’s not something I can easily explain.

Bonus: What was the last experience that made you a stronger person?
I think it was the death of my dog. I’d had him for almost 9 years, and he started getting sick the last year or so. He had stopped eating and drinking, as his body was full of tumors, and he was miserable. I couldn’t let him go alone, and neither could my family, so we were all present at the vet’s when it was time. It was a very different experience than I was expecting – a nice room, fairly large so we could all be around him, pet him, and talk to him, and we all the time we needed to be with him. It was hard, but I think that it made me stronger and helped me realize that I could handle it when I had to do something I didn’t want to do. It still hurts, but I am glad I was there, and he knew he was loved.


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Wicked Wednesday: Night World

Copyright © 2016 - Molly's Daily Kiss

Copyright © 2016 – Molly’s Daily Kiss

The world looks different at night, the colors stripped through a filter into shades of grey. The meager lamps cast small pools of light between which the darkness waits. I am hurrying to you through the alley, walking quickly. My heels clack on the sidewalk, the sound muted by the dark. I walk with my head up, looking for you, anxious but unafraid.

I see you standing just out of the streetlight, your form in shadow, and I know I am safe. You hold out your arms to me as desire floods through me. I run to you, and you fold me into your arms. My kisses cover your face, and I am so glad to be with you that I forget where we are.

You back me against the brick of the walls, your teeth nipping at my lips as your hands caress my body, lifting my skirt. I spread my legs slightly and feel your fingers on my hard clit. I am wet and aroused, and I lift my leg as I hear you unzip your pants.  Your cock impales me to the wall and I bite back a scream as I move against you, driving you deeper inside me.

We are silhouettes in the night, shapes moving with the shadows around us, hiding us and our forbidden love as we melt into the dark.

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