I was extremely lucky to get an interview with the amazing guys at Citywide Blackout - with Max Bowen and Matt Zappa. They're both so much fun to talk to...and so damn funny.
I'd love to hear what you think about the interview. Click on the link below to reach the CWB blog page. If you scroll to the bottom, you can listen to the entire show (it's worth listening to!). My part is right before or after the hour mark...
http://citywideblackout.blogspot.com/2015/08/aug-13-2015-fort-vinebeer-terrainhadley.html
Hoping Max and Matt will ask me on again. Maybe if I can finally get these stories (and some new ones...wink wink) into e-book format (soo close!), they might be interested in chatting again ;)
Currently working on another story, so hang tight and keep checking in.
Keep fueling your sexual passion!
Always, Hadley
Hadley Miller
Can you keep a secret?
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Saturday, February 7, 2015
Story 4: The Bus Ride
Normally, Marie never takes the bus.
Friday, February 6, 2015
Story 3: The Night
It began with the night.
The night was cool and the sky was deep and bright. The stars were absent, overshadowed by the luminous moon hanging above them. He’d suggested a moonlit walk by the river, in hopes that they would have more time to get to know one another and have a bit of privacy, as well. She had no choice but to agree. She wanted him so badly. After the first time, she could not stop thinking of his body, his hands, his touch.
As they walk along the cobbled path, he stops at every single street light to face her. To kiss her. To say that she is beautiful. To press his body into hers and gently rub her nipples on the outside of her dress. This constant pausing every few feet has caused her nipples to feel so sensitive that each touch is like one step to an orgasm. She wishes she had the courage to tell him, “Keep touching me. Don’t stop. Rub me. Bite me. Lick me.” But, she can’t. She’s not used to asking for what she wants.
After a few minutes, they stop and stand side by side at the low rock wall. He reaches for her hand. Her hand is quite cold and his feels warm and comforting. Marie is a tactile person, as well as a lover of words, and this simple touch does more than just warm her hand. While they gaze at the rushing water and feel the timid breeze against their backs, she is fantasizing. Her mind is like the rushing water, quickly flowing from one sexual thought to another, until she can hear the blood pounding in her ears and her body quivering with desire.
He surprises her by taking her small, cold hands and bringing them to his mouth, blowing on them with his steamy breath. While he warms her hands, he whispers to her, “Look at me. Let me see your eyes.” She raises her head slightly to meet his gaze. Normally, she is an outgoing and social person, but (with him) she is embarrassed and shy, anxious that he might be able to read her thoughts. He may see the need and desire in her eyes and it scares her. She is afraid of being rejected.
When he looks at her with those soulful eyes of his, she forgets to be frightened. She sees his desire as well. His face is intent and serious and her heart begins to race. He takes both of her hands in one of his and uses the other to slowly unbuckle his belt. All the time, he is looking directly at her. Almost challenging her to pull her hands away. Marie doesn’t move a muscle. She can hardly breathe.
Then, he takes one of her hands and guides it to his zipper. Together, they pull it down...so slowly...achingly slow...and it’s like torture. She can feel herself losing control. Before she can take another breath, he pushes her hand down, past the elastic of his shorts to his hot, rigid cock. She can’t look at him anymore. All of her concentration is on his cock. She moves her fingers around it, holding it gently and then squeezing a little. He groans and presses his face to her neck. She suddenly feels the urge to kneel down in front of him, but he resists.
So, instead, she uses her fingers to rub his cock from the base to tip, softly stroking it...up and then down...as he begins to move his lips along the side of her neck. Marie can feel herself getting wet, aching for his cock to fill her up. As her fingers travel upwards, she can feel HIS wetness - slippery and warm. She uses it to rub him with more intensity and wishes that he was inside of her mouth. She longs to lick the head of his cock.
As her hand moves carefully and deliberately over him, he kisses her. Hard, strong kisses. Opening her mouth with his tongue and softly tasting her lips. Marie feels desperate for him to fuck her. She can’t stop herself from making little moaning noises and whimpers of frustration. She grabs the sides of his jeans and begs him, “Please. Please.”
They take a few steps back and she lifts herself onto the stone wall, opening her legs to him. Even with the fabric of her panties and his shorts between them, she can feel his urgency, his hard cock straining towards her. He continues to move his hips and she continues to try to pull him in. The two forces of resistance and need fight each other, creating an intoxicating build up of arousal.
She thinks, ‘I want you inside me. I need you. Please read my mind. Can’t you see how much I want you?’
Perhaps he’s read her thoughts or has no desire to wait himself. But, a moment later, he takes her off of the wall, grabs her hand and says, “I can’t wait any longer.”
He leads her along the path, past the bright lights, the city noises and the white, rushing sounds of the river. They walk further and further along and, with each step, she can feel her panties becoming soaked with her wetness. Marie is desperate for him. Willing to beg him for the feeling of filling her pussy and her warm mouth.
At last, they reach the end of the pavement - the rhythmic lapping of the water the only sound besides their breathing. The spot is secluded and dark, even the moon’s light is hidden by the skeletal tree branches that resemble long, black arms reaching for each other over the pathway. He stands in front of her, his back to the water, facing her. She shivers. She’s suddenly a bit uneasy and at the breaking point of her desire.
All of a sudden, he drops to one knee and lifts her dress up to her waist. Her first instinct is to push her dress back down and protest, but he gives her no choice. With his fingers, he pulls her panties aside and starts to lick her. Marie suddenly realizes that she’s standing in the middle of the road, at night, with the man that she desires - and he’s pleasuring her softly, with muffled sounds of enjoyment - and she is delirious with happiness. She closes her eyes and enjoys every second, not caring if she cries out as she cums hard for him. Her legs shake and she grabs her breasts as she finishes.
As he stands back up, Marie reaches for his face, kissing him sweetly on the lips while his arms circle around her protectively and he asks, “You okay?” She can only nod and smile at him. Her words have disappeared completely - they have abandoned her for the world of logic while she is languishing in the world of sensation and gratification.
He takes her by waist and lowers her down onto the ground. Concerned, he says, “I wish I had a blanket for you...” and she shakes her head, not caring anymore where she is, as long as he will be inside of her. She’s oblivious to the leaves, rocks and sticks in her back as she lays on the ground, reaching out for him.
As he lowers himself on top of her, Marie notices that she can only see his silhouette. His features are dark and hidden, as if a shadow is entering her body, gentle and deliberate. He fucks her slowly and deeply, looking at her face with each thrust. She loses herself in feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her, opening her up and making her cum again and again...easily and quickly.
He begins moving faster, driving his erection deeper and more urgently into her pussy. She lifts her head off the ground and cries out at the feeling of his cock burying inside of her. The fucking continues for countless minutes until, suddenly, he stops. His breath is ragged as he rests. She hears him groan softly as he pulls his cock from her. She is bewildered at first, but soon understands as he lowers himself to the ground on his back.
Without saying a word, she gets up and kneels on the hard, uncomfortable ground between his legs. His cock is glistening and stiff...incredibly inviting. She uses one hand to push her dark hair away from her face and then she lowers her lips around it. She can taste herself on him and it only heightens her arousal. She enjoys every second of licking him, stroking him and the feel of him filling her mouth. After a few moments, she can feel his legs stiffen and, in a strangled voice, he says, “Oh, yes, I’m going to cum.” As soon as the words come out of his mouth, her mouth is filled with warmth and fluid. She can hear him let out a long sigh, as she continues to stroke him gently after swallowing. He touches her hair and whispers, “It’s okay, baby, you can stop.” She wishes she didn’t have stop and kisses his hardness one more time.
Marie tries to stand, but her back aches from leaning over and her legs wobble like a baby deer. He reaches for her and helps her to stand, enveloping her in his strong arms. He kisses her forehead, her lips, her breasts. He takes her hand and leads her away from the water’s edge, leaving her mind free to return and her body sated and unimaginably alive.
Story 2: The Book
Story 1: Late
He is late.
A million thoughts invade her mind in an instant. She thinks ‘What am I doing? Why am I here? What will he think of me? I need to leave...’ A flow of seemingly never ending thoughts, fears and anxieties about her body and self bubble up to the surface, temporarily distracting her from the fact that he is late.
The night is excessively humid and the air conditioning is blasting, the force of the air blows into her hair and helps to ease her nervousness.
Marie bites at her newly painted nails, looking quickly through the windshield at every passing car and turns up the volume of her favorite song. Her heart is pounding in her chest, each beat painfully audible in her ears, even over the loud dance music. She vows to wait a few more minutes before leaving the parking lot. Her desire to see him in person, to feel his touch and hear his voice is clearly overriding any sense of logic and reason. Marie knows that logic and reason have always been difficult for her, sadly admitting to herself that her feelings and emotions are much stronger forces than she can handle. Especially at times like these.
Finally, a car.
The car pulls up beside hers and he turns to look at her. At first, his face seems questioning and hesitant. Marie is so nervous she can hardly breathe. She touches her hair, her dress, her lips...in hopes that she looks decent and, one can only hope, attractive.
They both step out of the car and stand facing each other. Her first thoughts are, ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this. What is he thinking? What will I say to him?‘ He starts speaking to her about something and she answers, but it’s automatic. Senseless chit chat and mind numbing answers. Her heart is pounding so hard, she feels like she might faint. She says to herself, “This is insanity! I don’t even know this guy!” The meaningless conversation goes on and on, while she struggles with her thoughts and feelings.
And then, he touches her.
It is only his finger touching the inside of her arm, but it’s like fire. It burns. His touch is like an electric shock and she has to pull away, quickly and completely. Marie had no idea that a man touching her arm could make her body respond with such force, without warning and so deeply. She feels her nipples tingle and tighten and she wants to rub them. She wants HIM to rub them.
He is still speaking to her, seemingly unaware of the effect that his touch has had on her. It is maddening and confusing and completely crazy.
All of a sudden, he is there. Right there. His body touching her body. Her back against the car door. He is close. Warm. So warm.
He smells of laundry soap, cotton and something else. Something intrinsically masculine. Irresistible. Marie feels her body responding like a flash. She has a sudden thought of their bodies wrapped up in one another - slick, wet and sweating - and every sensible and logical impulse in her brain has disappeared.
He kisses her lightly on the lips and she melts - her muscles relaxing, her mind and body releasing any inhibitions and her panties feel wet with her arousal. His arms are around her, enveloping her and making her feel...safe? Protected? Her mind reels from the thoughts of what is happening.
‘I want him. Right now.’, she thinks, desperately.
He seems not to care about her overweight body, urgently touching her waist and breasts and backside and pushing his body firmly into hers. She feels his cock, so hard, pressing into her thigh and knows that she wants him inside of her.
All of a sudden, he smiles at her and takes her hand. Marie tries to think of the last time that someone held her hand so sweetly, so gently. It must have been an incredibly long time ago, for she can barely remember the ghost of the memory.
They walk. He talks. She listens. He asks her some questions...and, again, she answers automatically. She has no idea what she is saying. Her body is aroused to the point of confusion and all she can think about is what he might do next.
They stop walking, reaching a playground structure near the woods. He looks at her invitingly and says, “Come on.” And he grins. The way he is looking at her makes it impossible not to smile back. She takes his hand again and he leads her to the structure, where he motions for her to sit on one of the platforms.
She sits there, facing him. Her legs are open and her dress rides up around her thighs. She can feel her low back slightly moist with sweat, from the heat and from her nervousness. Then, he is between her legs, kissing her deeply. She has never been kissed like this before. His lips are soft and firm. He sucks on her lower lip and Marie gasps with pleasure because the feeling is beyond anything she’s ever experienced before. She loves it. She can’t help but softly moan at each new touch. His tongue, his mouth, his words...they weave around her like a dream and all she can do is surrender to it. Gladly. Fully.
He gently pushes her back, so that she is laying on the platform, looking up at the starry sky. It’s as if, all of a sudden, time has stopped. She imagines herself remembering this exact moment forever.
He’s pushed her panties aside and bends down to put his lips to her lips. Those lips. Marie involuntarily stiffens. She is scared. She doesn’t allow men to kiss her there. She shouldn’t. She can’t. But, it’s too late. His tongue is all over her. Gentle, then firm, slow, then fast...she can barely breathe. He keeps tasting her, licking her, feeling her and it’s impossible not to love it. He knows exactly what to do and he is so good at it. She lets him. She won’t close her legs this time. She won’t say no. All she wants to do is say yes. Yes. Please. Please don’t stop. Please make me cum.
And he does. It doesn’t take long. At least not in HER mind. She gasps and cries out and whimpers at so much pleasure. She wants to see his face and kiss him and thank him, but she also doesn’t want him to stop for second.
Then, there is a sound she will never forget. Ever. The sound of him unzipping his jeans and his jeans falling to his ankles. She has no idea why this sound excites her so much or why she can’t stop thinking of it, but that’s the nature of this experience. Novel and surprising. Maddeningly vivid and nonsensical.
Immediately after that sound, his hand is at her lower back. He’s pulling her up to a sitting position and his cock glides into her. Slowly, deliberately and hard. So hard. Marie opens her eyes and he is looking at her. Right at her. Gazing into her eyes with every movement. He’s murmuring lovely words to her like, “beautiful” and “delicious” while his cock moves in and out of her body. She is so wet, she can feel her fluids dripping down her legs as he fucks her. She is delirious with desire as she grabs his hips to push him in deeper, harder.
His hands are at her chest, pulling her bra aside to squeeze her large breasts and lick her nipples. He bites her gently and the feeling makes her want to cum, over and over.
Suddenly, he pulls out. She feels empty, disappointed, desperate for more. He reassures her that there will be more.
And there is. Much more.
He sits down on the structure and motions for her to come closer. She knows what he wants. Marie lowers her head to his cock and places her mouth around him enthusiastically. She loves having his cock in her mouth. His cock is beautiful. Not too big, not too small...smooth, clean, perfect. She enjoys every second of tasting him, licking him, sucking him. He rubs her back (which she loves) while her head moves up and down on him under the moonlight.
Then, he is about to cum. He seems surprised and, maybe disconcerted, but happy. Marie is confused by this, but continues because she wants to taste his cum in her mouth. The thought of his cum in her mouth drives her crazy and she knows she is even more wet than before. She sometimes feels like she can orgasm just from swallowing a man’s semen. She wants to touch herself, but she is distracted by his climax.
He opens his eyes and smiles at her and that smile does something to her. Opens her fragile heart and lets him inside. ‘I can trust him’, she thinks. ‘He won’t hurt me.’
For a third time, he takes her hand and they walk back to her car. Almost without speaking, they both get into the backseat and he is holding her again. Touching her. Caressing her. Everywhere. He lays her down on the seat and his cock is hard again, pulsating inside of her wetness. She wants it harder, faster...she can’t get enough of it. And she cums. Countless times, endless satisfaction. Her body is so overwhelmed with feeling, that speaking anything besides “oh” and “please” and “more” is an incredible effort. She closes her eyes and can’t think of anything but this awareness of physical joy.
He looks at her again. In that way of his which makes her heart skip a beat and her limbs tingle. Those eyes of his - so blue - why does he like to look at me? I’m nothing. I’m no one. And he smiles. She forgets about her doubts and his lips touch hers once more.
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