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Taboo Lovers © 2011 Cowgirl Brumby All Rights Reserved

Author Cg Brumby

Cover Korenic Designs

Smashwords Edition

 

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 Taboo Lovers ~ by Cg Brumby©2011 All Rights Reserved ~ Flash Fiction

 Jimmy and I shared a cigarette in the parking lot of a lookout, while the city lights softly glow and illuminate the deserted streets below. The wind rustled stiffly through the trees casting shadows all around, while the moonlight bathed us in enough light to show us the way.  I exhaled my last drag on his cigarette from the corner of my lip before his masculine hand gently caressed the side of my cheek, drawing my head closer to his. Our lips met and his tongue voraciously explored my mouth as the explosive flavours of coffee, tobacco and breath mints buzzed between exchanges of our saliva. I heard the distant sound of a train rocketing past just below us before the vibrations of the noise sent a shiver up my spine. I couldn’t help but associate that sound with the vision of Jimmy’s throbbing manhood entering into my cave of wonder. It felt as though my urgent need for him was about to derail me.

I moaned into Jimmy’s mouth as he raised my legs around his hips and lifted my tight skirt above my waist. His sensual hands set my soul on fire as he wedged me against the large rock we were sitting on. My breath blew plumes of hot air into the cold night sky as he pulled apart the snap buttons on my pale blue shirt. My nipples reacted naturally as they were exposed to the cool night air. Jimmy ran his thumbs over my engorged nipples concealed just below the delicate black lace of my bra causing me to moan a little louder. His hips began a slow luxurious rhythm against mine and the firm bulge of his jeans teased my wanting cunt into releasing enough moisture to make my panties a sticky wet mess.

‘Jimmy,’ I whispered hotly in his ear. ‘I’m so fucking horny right now,’ and he gazed down at me with an understanding surly smile. He carried me quickly over to the hood of his car where he sat me down and like lightening, pulled down my tights to reveal my black lacy knickers. As I lay back against the warmth of his car, he raised my legs to rest on the bumper before he ploughed his head between my trembling milky-white thighs. The tip of his nose tickled my throbbing clitoris as he inhaled my musky scent. His warm breath only added to my pleasure. ‘Fuck me,’ I groaned as his lips nibbled my tight little nub and he obediently pulled my panties down around my ankles…..

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When You Say Nothing at All: Silence

A Writer’s Silence….

I’ve been rather busy lately – too busy to even think about this page. My head has really been involved with this story about the Australian History of Bushrangers. I’m even planning a trip to Bathurst and Forbes just to get a feel for the place. I’ve been there before, (many years ago) but feel the need to visit historical buildings etc…

It’s something I do. I love to feel the history in a place that I’m writing about. I’m a highly intuitive person and my imagination is like a sponge. I just have a driving feeling and need to go there, like I am being drawn to the place. I am looking for answers. As a logical thinker, I love to solve mysteries and believe I am onto something big with this story. The romance, danger and intrigue of the time period has me tied up in knots.

However, all this thinking and walking through the pages of time make me very tired. It is a very emotionally draining experience for me.

Also having a bit of a melancholy moment. It will pass, so I’m in no mood to bother with a real ‘blog’ entry… It happens.

In the words of L.M Montgomery, (Author of Anne of Green Gables) ‘Tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it..’