Stacy Vs. SEAL

Even now, sitting just a few feet across from him, I have to take deep breaths from time to time just so I can keep myself in check. I just want to jump on top of him, rip his shirt out and kiss my way down his hard abs until I brush my lips against his hard and extremely thick -- ahem, and here I go again. See, I told you: it’s really hard to restrain myself. I’m trying, though.

“What? You’re looking at me all weird,” Sanders laughs, and I bite on my lower lip, staring at him and feeling my thong becoming all damp and messy.

“I just can’t wait to get back to the apartment,” I say, my voice already heavy with anticipation.

“We’ve barely left,” he laughs, plucking a tiny slice of cheese from one of the plates in the towel and bringing it to his mouth. He grabs another and then gives it to me; I take it between my teeth even though I’m not hungry. Well, I’m not hungry for food - I sure as hell wouldn’t mind having his cock for lunch.

Jesus, what the hell happened to me, right? I liked men before, of course, but ever since Sanders and I crossed paths that I have turned into some kind of sex addict. Seriously, I don’t think a minute goes by without me thinking of his naked body and his huge cock. It’s like I’m having the best dream anyone could ever have, except that it’s real.

But don’t think it’s all about the sex. There’s more to it than that. Now that I know who Sanders really is, and that he was by my side to protect me all along… Well, it turns all this from a wet dream into a fairy tale of sorts.

Back when I was in college, I used to have these crushes on the hottest men in my classes, and I thought that I knew what love was. As I grew up, the notion of love kinda started to fade away. Now, I realize that I’ve been a fool along - I never had a clue about what love truly is, and I sure as hell was an idiot to give up on it altogether. But now that Sanders is by my side I’ve found that not everything nice and sweet about life is a mirage; love is real… Very, very real.

“I love you, Sanders,” I whisper at him, feeling Central Park’s gentle breeze whip at my hair. He gazes into my eyes for a few heartbeats, and then caresses my face with the back of his hand, his fingers settling on my chin.

“I love you too.” With that he leans into me, gently brushing his lips on my own. Our tongues dance around one another, and that damp spot in my thong starts to grow and grow until there’s a wet mess between my thighs. Unable to control myself, I place one hand on his knee and let my fingers trail up all the way to his crotch; I’m not surprised when I find a bulging shape there, his cock already hard and standing at attention.

“Back to the apartment?” I ask him, my lips curling upward into a mischievous grin.

“Back to the apartment,” he agrees. It takes us just a few seconds to pack everything up and be on our way, walking in a rush out of Central Park. Around us the world keeps on turning; happy couples, kids, joggers, and all manners of people passes us by, New York City feeling as alive as I’ve ever felt it.

I reach for his hand with mine and lace my fingers on his. He squeezes, and I squeeze right back; we exchange a timid glance, and then hurry our step.

You know what’s the best part in all of this? This isn’t just lust or love. It’s something that goes way deeper than that. Somehow, even though our relationship has just started, I can tell that we’re not going to drift away from each other anytime soon - or ever. The bond we have is everlasting and, whatever the world may throw in our way, what we have simply won’t break.

I can see it all unfolding in front of my eyes, too. A marriage, kids, a small cabin in the woods where we can hide from New York’s busyness… Just like something out of a fairy tale.

And, hell, I deserve it. After all, every girl deserves her happy ending.

A Note From Mona

So this time around, I wanted to include some of the characters that are interrelated. Everyone is related to everyone somehow in all my books (as you can see from the Epi) but there’s SO many of them that like this allows you to live in the world a lil longer.

And what a fun world it is! Taking us back to the days when we were younger! When all we thought of was working a few hours extra to buy that shiny and sexy black dress to wear to the party on Saturday where we’d meet that guy we’d been eyeing for so long. And the biggest worry that wracked our heads was how long we were gonna make the guy wait before he took that said dress off of us! LOL.

So, I love this world. I spend most of my time in it still and I wanna share it with people.

So, I’ve included a few of my favorites! Hope you enjoy them!

Fiona Vs. Football Player

This quarterback? Total opposite of deflated "footballs"...

I don't even like football!

But I like Danny Manning....

He's hot. With an insane body. Just looking at it makes me melt.

When he talks to me, it makes my head spin in excitement.

And when he touches me, it makes me sigh in pleasure.

I can't get enough of the guy! And he knows that!

Sure, he's so famous that it's a bit hard to adjust.

I may or may not have let it all go to my head.