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Alexis

Python In My Pussy 3/13/2017

So Python has been in the Top 100 for a few days now...

That's like a few days more than I've ever had a book in the Top 100, except for Wicked Lil' Brat, but who's counting, right?

Anyways, I wanted to do something fun!

So I decided why not do a random drawing for everyone that's opened my emails. Kinda like a random act of good fortune.

So the winner is Meredith Oscar at m******[email protected]

Please email me back if you are Meredith!!

Yay!

But it doesn't end there!

I wanna really celebrate. So beginning today until the end of March, we will have 22 days of games!

Each day, a new Angel Game will pop up in Dirty Lil' Angels with a fun prize to be won!

Each day the winner will be announced!!

I think it will be fun, and I need some fun because I'm leaving Hawaii tomorrow and going back to work.

I had soooooo much sex, they better name an island after me or something LOL.

Oh, that reminds me! I am almost finished writing my MMF novel, Men of the House with my girlfriend Lana Hartley. We are creating a new pen name for the two of us, calling us, ABBY ANGEL.

But I'm not sure how it is and you guys were SUPER helpful for Python last time! So I'm including one scene below but PLEASE gimme feedback on what to change. It's unedited now but I just need help figuring out what to do before taking it to the editor.

Some recommendations after the jump and then the scene. Also, if you haven't checked out Python yet, now's your chance!

Love and kisses and lots of hugs!

Alexis

Excerpt begins here:

Desire can be a powerful thing. It rises on your mind like morning fog and, before you know it, you’re lost and blind in the bland whiteness of it. No control, no sense of direction.

That’s me right now; I’m adrift in a sea of desire, and all rationality has deserted me. Do you want to know what I’m thinking while I slide my yoga pants down my hips? It’s simple: I’m not thinking of anything. I’m just like a puppet acting out the commands from some unseen hand.

“Are you just going to stare?” I purr at him, my pants now revealing a faint tan line, as my heart gallops inside my chest. As the words leave my lips, I close the distance between Daniel and I and, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, pull him into me. He grins, delight and desire painting his face, and comes willingly. He rests his big hands on my waist and, the moment he leans into me and his lips touch mine, I close my eyes and let go.

All it takes is one kiss for me to know that this is going to be good. For a man as imposing as him, he’s actually more than a good kisser. I tilt my head to the side, pulling him closer and pressing my mouth harder against his. I part my lips and slip my tongue inside his mouth, a whirlwind of lust dancing inside my head.

I’m kissing my stepfather, this is really happening.

I exhale sharply as, still grabbing me by the waist, he pushes me back and pins me against the bedroom door. His fingers dart to my wrists and he lifts my arms up over my head.

“This is wrong,” he says, his eyes filled with desire. “This is so wrong,” he repeats, and I feel something hardening in his crotch and pushing against my leg. Yes, this is wrong. Very, very wrong… But so are the most delicious things in the world, aren’t they? And it’s this wrongness that makes boiling blood travel through my veins and raises hell between my thighs. My thong is drenched, my juices soaking it in a way that hasn’t happened for a long time… This is raw desire in its purest and most violent form.

“So wrong...” I whisper, throwing his words back at him as a grin of anticipation dawns on my lips.

I throw my head back, baring my neck to him, and he savors my skin with gentle kisses. I pant each time his lips touch me, that gentle fog of desire blanketing my mind. I get out of his hold with cat like movements, freeing my hands and taking them to his shirt, my frantic fingers popping button after button. I untuck his shirt then and, almost with a growl, I press the open palm of my hands on his pectorals, feeling the hard lines of his strong muscles under my fingertips. For a man his age, it’s almost hard to believe the kind of body he has.

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