Back form Philcon My Lovelies! WOO HOO! I had a blast!
My New Jersey Adventure started on Thursday, on the way to author PJ Schnyder’s(http://pjschnyder.com/blog/) house. Author D Renee Bagby (http://dreneebagby.com/) and I were tooling along, eating Swedish Fish (okay, I kept the fish and floated her sour patch kids) when we hit it! Not a car or a bus or even oncoming traffic! In Delaware, just before PA, we hit gridlock! YIKES! Traffic that was previously tooling along happily without a care int he world, suddenly came to an almost accident inducing screeching halt!
After an hour of sitting and going no where, PJ called to check on us and we discovered that a tractor trailer had overturned on 94 North. After watching various haz-mat trucks and airplane parts (I am not exaggerating, I thing we saw a whole plane in pieces) we got the unique experience of being poorly directed off on an on ramp (truly my dream come true drive, right up there with driving up the ramp on a moving trailer a-la Knight Rider), and we were detoured through various Delaware Villages until the natives led us back to 95 N.
Then we missed out exit by 20 miles. OYE! LOL
But PJ directed us and we made it to her house to be greeted by the most amazing thing ever! An Asin Model who has enormous Ta-ta’s that are rendered small next to her even larger intellect! LOL PJ Schnyder has the most amazing brain ever! And she does MMA, Mixed Marshal Arts, as well. And she is beautiful! All of that in a compact five foot package! Ah! Perfect for exploitation! ROTFLMAO
But PJ comes with a huge scary baby of a guard dog who is going to be popping up in books from me and Renee for years to come! LOL Kaiser is awesome!
PJ has all of that…but wait! There’s more! She cooks! YummM! We got Thai Curry and rice with golden omelets the first day there! Sniffle! I think I feel a tear welling up! An she said the magic words, “I’m going to pack us all bento boxes for the con! Or would you rather have Mini Meatloafs?” I swear I think I turned into a puddle on her carpeted floor. And then she made me into a gooey slavish lump of nothing by saying ‘Waffles for breakfast, sour dough waffles.” Never have I heard such sweet words! It was right about then that Renee and I decided that PJ was going to be our new wife, whether she wanted it or not, and came up with a comprehensive time share plan. We share alternate Wednesdays and toss a coin on leap year! LOL
After the feeding frenzy, lets face it, when I don;t have to cook and the food is good, frenzy city, I began the torture… I mean the fitting of the costumes! *g*
I shanghaied my friends into being in the masquerade at Philcon this year. I know, share ther firstratona nd misery… I mean fun! WOO HOO! And I only sewed my thumb twice! LOL But they were stupid enough… I mean, nice enough to agree to let me costume them up right.
Get this.. the theme. Steam Punk Dolls on a rampage! Ah, the killing, the mayhem, the bloodshed, the odd weapons…the way to combine grace and beauty with violence and revenge, the liberation of the robotic babes from the hands of the evil mastermind bent on forcing them to his sadistic will… Or it cold be interpetd as such. Actually, I had extra curtains and a fixation on Gewn Staffani’s Wind it Up! LOL Either way, there were steam punk Victorian outfits complete with spine baring cinchers, cute mini vic hats, lots of lets, awesome sleeves, and matching hand bags! LOL If you are going to get a new outfit, hat and bag must me included, so said my Grandmother! *g*
Fitting was done, I fell asleep on the Wonder Dog who was nice enough to risk the wrath of momma to hop up on the couch and be my body pillow. Good Doggy! Of course I am not sure of when I fell asleep o how his rump became my pillow…but the point is he was nice enough to volunteer. I went to bed. I am old. I got woken up for some interesting photography and a bra and panty part, but I was soon back to bed, hugging a borrowed stuffed rice ball (onigeri). See? PJ has everything! LOL
The next three days were filled with running to panels, ducking stalkers, and me throwing PJ and Renee to the wolves and under buses. They were Boobs and Legs and everyone loved them, not only for the obvious boobs and legs, but for their keen wit and intelligence.
There was very little sleep involved, but this is a nice tired filled with satisfaction of a job well done and not frustration of what could have been done better.
And we rocked the Masquerade! Author Robert C. Roman Jr (www.robertcroman.com) was nice enough to be our mad scientist and murder victim and the Wind Up Dolls worked it with dance and humor, and showing off origional concepts. PJ was a hunter doll complete with futursictic 1930’s ray gun technology, Renee was the origional Steam Punk Gansta… (OSPG?) and I got to be the Lady doll. With the right make-up and lighting, we were scary and freaky, and cute all at the same time! LOL
And then there were the panels on diversity, tolerance, alternative lifestyles, anime, and Killing God In Front of Children! Oy! Golden Compass anyone? LOL And then there was the meeting of new people, of story and info exchange, and of just plain having fun! God, I love Philcon!
There are mini tales that I will get to later, but Renee and I made it back safely and our shared wife even gave us some of the most beautiful Thailand dancing dolls that I have ever seen. Grace and beauty…all of the things that I aspire to one day have, right there in a precious porcelain doll. *g*
And then I made it home and looked at my house…and that is a story for Court TV! ROTFLMAO
Here we go! Pirate vs Ninja, a love story told in love scenes… take three! Oh, its getting hot up in here~
Part the third…
God he was a mouthful.
Liza licked her lips, knowing that they would be red and swollen and twice as enticing to him now.
She had given him a visual scan upon their meeting, but he was definitely a grow-er, not a show-er.
And he smelled so good too, almost like leather with a hint of sea salt. She definitely wanted to taste his skin raw, but in this day and age of strange diseases cropping up, that wasn’t a good idea. And she had lapped at his balls. Thank God they were not sweaty and nasty.
All and all, he was groomed rather nicely. Some woman had done some work domesticating this one, and it was much appreciated.
Now she lay back and spread her legs, her pussy throbbing in anticipation of receiving a nice thick treat.
“Oh, it’ll fit,” he promised, his voice strained and husky. “And you’ll beg for more.”
“I hope so,” she muttered, squirming as she ran two fingers down to tease her clit. Her heart was racing and her breathing labored. He was damn good at foreplay. She just hoped he was up to the damn good fucking part of her evening.
He knee-walked up between her legs, the play of his muscles looking hypnotic in the dim light of the room, stroking his cock as he ran his eyes form her bobbing breasts down to her very wet pussy.
He dropped over her and again, his mouth invaded hers. She moaned, and left off with the self-teasing to tug at his soft hair, to encourage more of his pillaging. This was great, a man who knew how to kiss, how to tease and explore her mouth while his hands left of their own stroking to caress her breasts.
“Are you ready,” he pulled back to breath, licking her bottom lip as he tugged at a hard nipple.
“Yeah,” she breathed, unwilling to speak any louder and break this intense moment.
“Guide me,” He reached up and detangled one of her hands from his curls, and gave her palm a lick before lowering it to his cock.
“God yes,” She closed her eyes and wrapped her fist around him, felling the rounded head with her thumb before tugging him forward. He slid his hips towards her and she pressed the head against her creamy slit.
“Fuck me now!” she all but growled, lifting her legs and wrapping them around his waist, locking him in place where she wanted him most.
And then he was sliding forward, pressing past her labia and stretching her muscles with his thick heat.
“Yes!” she gasped, throwing her hips up as he slowly pressed deeper.
“So fucking…tight,” his speech was broken and sweat began to bead up on his skin, the musky smell of his sea and her wind, the combined smell of their sex, filling the room. “God, yeah!”
She was shining. That was the only name for he high-pitched noise that rolled up form her throat. She closed her eyes and threw her head back onto the mattress and moaned, as nerves she had forgotten existed burst into life.
“So good, so good, so good,” she was muttering, her hands now slipping across his back, her nails digging in for purchase as she felt his balls bump her ass, his hips pressing into the inside of her thighs.
He rested his forearms on the thin hotel mattress, his hands fisting her hair as he threw his head back and a low rumbling purr emerged from his throat.
God, he was so hot! With his lips parted, his perfect teeth clenched, his throat working as he tired to breath, God, this man was one hot piece of ass. She may have to keep him just to have this kind of sex again.
Then he pulled back, the drag of his cock against her walls puling hissed from her mouth as she clamped down tighter on him with both thighs and inner muscles.
“God, I love it when you clench,” he grunted, and slammed back in hard.
Thought flew form her mind and she gave into the spiraling ecstasy that was filling her.
He slammed into her harder and faster, and she felt a tension building low in her belly. Her slick juices were running, creating a loud clapping sound when he thrust hard, and that only wound her up tighter.
He was grunting with every thrust now and a rush of power flooded over Liza. She was doing this to him! She had him in her power. She had brought that dazed and nearly pained with pleasure look to his face and she relished every moment.
She thrust back against him, hard, demanding more, forcing a solid deep rhythm that he was powerless to stop.
This was all her! She was breaking the man! She was screaming as he changed angles, bending further over her so that his pubic hair caressed her clit with every move.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she was chanting, her knees shaking her pussy spasming, her clit burning in preparation for a mind exploding climax and…and… and….
The door crashed open. They both looked up, eyes wide in shock. And thought the falling debris and wood dust, almost in slow motion, waked in a woman dressed totally in black.
“Tonight, you die, Bitch!” she growled and dropped into a horse stance.
“Do you mind, Opal?” Liza snarled as her orgasm slipped away from her and rage began to take over. “I’m getting fucked and I liked it!”
“Then you are in the proper position, slut, for your trip to hell!”
She sprang forward, a cry on her lips and Liza’s great day just turned sour.