Enjoy....
(hopes my voice sounded okay!)
I'm amazingly better on the page. I love English accents, wish I had one. *Sigh*
Showing posts with label sexy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sexy. Show all posts
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Doing a reading of "Gardenias" for you. #sexy fiction my book of short stories...
You know you want this book. You do. Here is a partial reading from the first short story of mine. The book is called "Gardenias" because of this story...
xxoo!
Enjoy....
(hopes my voice sounded okay!)
I'm amazingly better on the page. I love English accents, wish I had one. *Sigh*
Enjoy....
(hopes my voice sounded okay!)
I'm amazingly better on the page. I love English accents, wish I had one. *Sigh*
Friday, March 15, 2013
You're heterosexual aren't you? I am.
You are looking to read something sexy.
You like sexy, and that is how you found me.
I write for men.
You're my audience.
You always have been.
Here is the first piece of me.
I never write anything that isn't a true story.
Transport yourself.
It's Friday.
xxoo!
Valentine
You like sexy, and that is how you found me.
I write for men.
You're my audience.
You always have been.
Here is the first piece of me.
I never write anything that isn't a true story.
It's Friday.
xxoo!
Valentine
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Velvet Babe's "Little Miracles" ~ flash fiction xxoo!
Just in time for Saint Paddy! xxoo!
Velvet’s “Little Miracles”
by Valentine Bonnaire c. March 2013 valentine@valentinebonnaire.com
The Velvet Babe looked skyward. Saint Patrick and Oz were smiling at her, those rogues.
She pouted at Oz, and crossed her arms.
“Mr. Swankypants forgot those flowers didn’t he?”
Velvet nodded wistfully.
*Poof!*
A great green cloud of smoke and stardust enveloped the Babe. She waved her arms to clear the smoke and saw her outfit. It couldn’t have been sexier. Little green bows and the tiniest straps, green heels made of the finest suede from Spain, thigh highs with tricky garters. She looked like she was wearing all the Frenchiest green ever, with continental overtones.
“Well, Darlin,” Saint Paddy said...
“What be your wish?” smiled Oz.
“Five orgasms in rapid succession. That will take my mind off all the bad news.”
*Poof!*
The “Ye Olde Leprechaun” where Oz beamed the Babe was afire with spirit.
Swankypants was the last thing on her mind once she saw Pan the flautist dressed as Peter himself. He had one all right. Those tights were a dead giveaway.
“In his lap, Velvet,” Oz commanded.
“A perfect fit if ever there was one,” cried Paddy.
’Twas better than the pot of gold, as Velvet smiled down a million rainbows, crimson in the clover.
* * *
by Valentine Bonnaire c. March 2013 valentine@valentinebonnaire.com
The Velvet Babe looked skyward. Saint Patrick and Oz were smiling at her, those rogues.
She pouted at Oz, and crossed her arms.
“Mr. Swankypants forgot those flowers didn’t he?”
Velvet nodded wistfully.
*Poof!*
A great green cloud of smoke and stardust enveloped the Babe. She waved her arms to clear the smoke and saw her outfit. It couldn’t have been sexier. Little green bows and the tiniest straps, green heels made of the finest suede from Spain, thigh highs with tricky garters. She looked like she was wearing all the Frenchiest green ever, with continental overtones.
“Well, Darlin,” Saint Paddy said...
“What be your wish?” smiled Oz.
“Five orgasms in rapid succession. That will take my mind off all the bad news.”
*Poof!*
The “Ye Olde Leprechaun” where Oz beamed the Babe was afire with spirit.
Swankypants was the last thing on her mind once she saw Pan the flautist dressed as Peter himself. He had one all right. Those tights were a dead giveaway.
“In his lap, Velvet,” Oz commanded.
“A perfect fit if ever there was one,” cried Paddy.
’Twas better than the pot of gold, as Velvet smiled down a million rainbows, crimson in the clover.
* * *
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