I want to welcome Sable Hunter on my blog today. I hope you enjoy her post.
Big Dicks From Arkansas
Now, don't go crazy on me. It's not what you think - well, it is - but, it isn't. You see this is one of my grandmother's
saying. She is 93 years old and
when she was young, she heard someone talking about so-and-so being a 'big dick'
from Arkansas. She never forgot
it. Now, anytime she thinks about
somebody being important - she calls him a big dick from Arkansas.
Well, I write erotic romances and
have nine releases under my belt.
My grandmother reads them all.
The other day she asked me if all of my heroes had big dicks. I laughed at her and admitted that
'yes' they did. She looked at me
over her spectacles and said that it was probably a good idea because who would
want to read a romance novel about a man who had a little dick.
My grandmother critiques my stories
and in the beginning she was not so happy about all the sex scenes. She has mellowed out somewhat - even
though the oral sex part is not her favorite. My graphic descriptions of luscious blow-jobs is not her cup
of tea. But, let me tell you
this. Not long ago we went
somewhere together. At one point,
it was too cold for her to get out of the car and I handed her a book to read
to entertain herself. Now, it
wasn't one of mine. I won't tell
you whose it was - but it was on the New York Times best seller list. I left her reading and went to do my
errands. When I came back, I found
that she had tossed the book over on my side of the car and it was lying in the
floor board. I took that as a sign
that she didn't like the book too much.
I asked her what the problem was - now, get this. She said that it wasn't spicy enough
for her. I almost died. This was the woman who had initially
wanted me to write Christian romances.
I laughed at her and told her that she had been reading too many of my
stories. She said that I was
probably right - that she liked - now get this - she liked stories with big
dicks and happy endings. I laughed till i cried. Big dicks and happy ending. I told the woman who does my computer work about that and
she said we ought to incorporate and call our company BD&HE - Big Dicks and
Happy Endings. Could anything be
more perfect? Now, my
grandmother's definition of a happy ending is not the standard masseuse table
definition. She literally means
that a 'happy ending' is a sweet love story that ends with the hero and heroine
riding off into the sunset together.
One of my favorite Elvis songs is 'Happy Endings'. I have always pictured myself speaking
at a Romance Writers of America Convention on the topic of - let's say 'big dicks and happy
endings' and finishing the speech by breaking into song - - - singing about a
story with a happy ending – when boy meets girl – they fall in love – never
part – but live forever, happily. If you don't know the song - you should - go buy an Itunes
version. There's no one and
nothing like Elvis.
Anyway - my grandmother has a unique way of looking at things. She's reading one of my books right now
- I'm watching her read as she eats Doritios - she chuckles every once in a
while and when she does, I know she's come to one of the big dick parts.
Excerpt from
T-R-O-U-B-L-E
“Are you going to seduce me, Cooper?”
“If you’ll let me.” It nearly killed him, but he sat still
while she unbuttoned his shirt. He soon learned he had more endurance than he
ever dreamed for as Cooper let loose each button; she kissed, licked, and
nibbled her way down his chest. He clutched the cushion of the couch and closed
his eyes as he endured the sweet torture. And she wasn’t finished. She opened
his shirt wide and a glorious curtain of hair tickled his chest as she leaned
over and tongued one of his nipples.
“Oh God, Cooper,” he groaned.
Ky helped her ease his blue jeans and underwear off. He lay
down flat on his back and she scooted down between his legs. “Ky,” she breathed
in wonderment. Taking him in her hands, she soothed her palm up and down his
considerable length. Circling with her fist, she measured his girth. “You are
so beautiful. And so big!”
And jumping up from the couch, she left him there.
“Hey! Come back here,” he laughed. “Where are you going?”
She wasn’t gone but a second, and when she returned she sat down in the vee of
his legs and held the pink dildo up to his dick to compare sizes.
“Ky, you are way bigger than this piece of junk. What is
this thing, five inches?”
Ky snorted in derision. “I’ll have you know that plastic
junk is seven inches and my junk is nine and a half.”
“And a half? We’ve measured closely, haven’t we?” Giggles
erupted as she held the dildo next to Ky’s pride and joy. “And look how big
around you are! Oh, baby! You are hung! What do I need this flimsy thing for?”
She flung the dildo across the room, scaring the two dogs in the process, which
in turn set off the tomcats. “Oops.”
“Look what you’ve done, baby.” This was the most fun Ky
could ever remember having. Just a couple of days had passed and already she
was a bigger part of his life than anyone else had ever thought about being.
Cooper ignored the animals. Looking deep into his eyes, she
closed her hand around him. “You are so smooth and hard and warm. I’ve never
felt anything like it.” She grasped him tightly and began pumping her hand up
and down. “Am I doing it right, sweetie?” She had fell right into Ky’s
sweet-talk habit and he loved it.
“There is no wrong way, love. But, yeah—that feel’s
wonderful. You’ve never done this before?” He thought he knew the answer, but
he wanted reassurance. The fact he was her first thrilled the life out of him.
Now, all he had to work on was being the last.
Have a great day!
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