Saturday, June 30, 2012

see love clearly.... - "IN SOPHIA'S EYES" BY A.H. SCOTT

!!!FREE EBOOK!!!

Running the water and giving a few squirts of lemon dish liquid all over the plates and utensils, Sophia felt Dale’s chin against her soft neck, “Dale, you know that tickles”.

Dale laughed, “I know. That’s why you enjoy it so much, Sophia”.

Playfully, she used her shoulder to push Dale away and continue washing those dishes. Backing away from her, Dale just rested against the kitchen counter, folded arms and watched this lovely vision with Pink Rose perfume on silky skin.

Sophia and Dale bantered back and forth, as the final plate positioned in a dryer on top of the kitchen counter. She smiled, “All done. Now, I’m all yours”.

They kissed tenderly.

Sophia rubbed Dale’s back and gently made a request, “Darling, you go into the bedroom, while I turn off the lights out here and get ready for you in my own special way”.

Without a second beat, Dale was off into their bedroom.

Lights in the living room and kitchen were turned off and Sophia made her way towards the bedroom.

Standing in the doorway, she smiled at the sight of Dale relaxing on the turned down bed, waiting for her entrance.

“Dale?” She walked towards her lover with a seductive smirk on that lovely face, as Sophia made sure Dale’s attention was hers alone.

Dale sat up on the bed and motioned prone body towards the edge of that structure.

Being much taller than her, Dale’s feet didn’t dangle over the bed’s edge. They were planted firmly on the blue carpeted floor.

Sophia’s body was cherished by Dale. Large, rough hands could have been an irritation to such soft skin. Yet, Sophia enjoyed Dale’s firm touch.

Dale sat in black pants, as legs parted for Sophia to stand between. “Damn, baby. You make it all worth it, Sophia”.

Sophia’s breasts rested inside of a cupped portion of teddy, as she pulled the small satin ribbon to free them for Dale’s titillation, “I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you, Dale”.

“I know” Sophia’s hands softly ran against either cheek, “Like this”, Strawberry scented lips motioned downward to left cheek with a pair of kisses, “And, it’s only beginning” Right cheek wasn’t kissed, but tongue tip tapped against it lightly, “Make love to me, Dale”.

Dale was respectful of her and always longed for those four words from Sophia’s lips.

Making love to her would make the outside world wash away until the next workday for Dale. Sophia was an antidote for chaos in Dale’s mind. Soft and sweet smelling, there was a hint of happiness in every smile and swerve of Sophia’s being.

A request to take the journey into ecstasy’s pond, turned to be what touched Dale’s heart most when being with Sophia. She was the only woman that cracked the armor of this wounded soul.

Holding Sophia’s left hand, Dale kissed it like a royal romantic and stood up. Looking down at this woman who was so inviting of joy and pleasure, Dale whispered, “Without haste, my love”.

Sophia draped perfumed arms around Dale’s neck, as those hands ran up and down her back.

Dale hummed their song once more and Sophia rested her head against firm chest. As she felt Dale’s heart beating with fire, Sophia ran her hands against the belt buckle and crotch area on those black pants.

She could tell how aroused Dale was at that moment. That simple twitch of tight fabric was the sign Sophia treasured in being Dale’s lady..........

- END OF EXCERPT

In Sophia’s eyes, Dale was the love of her life. Sophia always had a penchant for bad boys. And, Dale fit that mold of the rebel to it’s fullest. Motorcycle, leather jacket and muscles were Dale’s calling card of seducing sexy Sophia.

Sophia was bubbly and bright. Dale was a bit darker in character. Many saw them as two opposite to be attracted to one another. Yet, as they say – opposites attract.

A.H. Scott shows you love “In Sophia’s Eyes”.

Those who are not able to see the heart will be blind to the soul. ….

!!!!FREE EBOOK!!!! FROM SMASHWORDS -

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/173041

..........see love.................

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Swoon - A poem by A.H. Scott

Swoon

Swoon to the setting sun on a balmy day in June

Let your Keds glide like a trapeze on the porch swing

Creamsicle melts before I can finish it....stick tossed

Bowl of orange sherbert sitting n a patio table

I grab a spoon and scoop a bit before anybody sees

Orange treat cools my lips, but the one in the sky is beating down on me real quick

Cousins and grandkids running in the grass

Sitting up on this porch with the elders is a fine place to rest my soul

Children's laughter are like memories of my own in days gone by when I wasn't so old

Stars and fireflies transfer across the night sky, as if a whistler above were blowing them by

Porch-light goes on before too long

My distant cousin thinks he's a troubadour and sings a song

He ain't no Dylan, Havens or Ochs

But, at least he can carry a good note

Grands on both sides of the tree of harmony talk with grace

My branch of this tree is n the middle of the bark

Not a seedling or Redwood is what I'm talking about

Set here with eyes closed I swoon with the moon, for the jingle of the heavens never comes too soon

Swoon...............

- A.H. Scott
6/21/12

See Love Clearly.....- "In Sophia's Eyes" by A.H. Scott

Placing hands on Sophia’s belly, each skillful finger worked upward to her breasts and parted the lace garment. Dale’s thumb and index fingers squeezed each nipple, as a smile came to a beaming face, “You are special, Sophia. No one knows me like you do”.

“I know” Sophia’s hands softly ran against either cheek, “Like this”, Strawberry scented lips motioned downward to left cheek with a pair of kisses, “And, it’s only beginning” Right cheek wasn’t kissed, but tongue tip tapped against it lightly, “Make love to me, Dale”.

Dale was respectful of her and always longed for those four words from Sophia’s lips.

Making love to her would make the outside world wash away until the next workday for Dale. Sophia was an antidote for chaos in Dale’s mind. Soft and sweet smelling, there was a hint of happiness in every smile and swerve of Sophia’s being.

A request to take the journey into ecstasy’s pond, turned to be what touched Dale’s heart most when being with Sophia. She was the only woman that cracked the armor of this wounded soul.

Holding Sophia’s left hand, Dale kissed it like a royal romantic and stood up. Looking down at this woman who was so inviting of joy and pleasure, Dale whispered, “Without haste, my love”.

Sophia draped perfumed arms around Dale’s neck, as those hands ran up and down her back.

Dale hummed their song once more and Sophia rested her head against firm chest. As she felt Dale’s heart beating with fire, Sophia ran her hands against the belt buckle and crotch area on those black pants.

She could tell how aroused Dale was at that moment. That simple twitch of tight fabric was the sign Sophia treasured in being Dale’s lady.

Painted nails unbuckled and unzipped those black pants, as she got on her knees for Dale.

Attentive and loving, Sophia’s mouth met Dale’s flesh with loving care. Dale’s dark eyes gazed down at her, as blue eyes became locked upward in a dance of lust.

Dale felt that grand expansion, as a moan flowed forth, “Sophia….”

Mouth busy with Dale’s most intimate part inside of it, Sophia’s head bobbed to the left and right. Dale’s hands became instinctually masterful, as all ten fingers pressed upon her head.

Sophia’s bare breasts were tapped with the movement of Dale’s limbs from side to side, as her nipples hardened with every contact of black fabric.

Dale did not want Sophia’s lips to lose their full impact of attention. Fingers suddenly motioned away from clasping so tightly to her head, as Dale exhaled, “You are about to get me to explode, woman”

Sophia licked her lips and murmured, “All over me, baby. Please, Dale”.

“Okay, baby. Get up on that bed, Sophia” Dale got out of those pants and was only left wearing a white t-shirt.

Sophia loved it when Dale took charge. It was one of the things she loved most about their relationship. Dale’s command of her in their bedroom was Sophia’s true turn on.

Red hair swung around her shoulders, as she got into position for Dale. Sophia placed hands on oak headboard and ass upward for Dale to take her from behind.

Dale’s ecstasy came in bringing Sophia to many an orgasm. And, this evening’s events would be no different.

With a drummer’s precision, Dale’s hands smacked that plush ass again and again.

Devouring Sophia’s dripping snatch with a hungry mouth, Dale’s teeth nibbled against her clit.

Sophia’s purrs filled that apartment, as if she were a kitten. Yet, Dale knew this ravishing red-head was a lioness beneath the cotton candy exterior.

Dale ran fingers in and out of Sophia and sucked digits dry. Thirst of temptation was being quenched, as Dale sighed, “Sweet as sugar. And, so is my candy, Sophia”.....

- END OF EXCERPT

In Sophia’s eyes, Dale was the love of her life. Sophia always had a penchant for bad boys. And, Dale fit that mold of the rebel to it’s fullest. Motorcycle, leather jacket and muscles were Dale’s calling card of seducing sexy Sophia.

Sophia was bubbly and bright. Dale was a bit darker in character. Many saw them as two opposite to be attracted to one another. Yet, as they say – opposites attract.

A.H. Scott shows you love “In Sophia’s Eyes”.

Those who are not able to see the heart will be blind to the soul. ….

EXPLORE THIS FREE EBOOK AT SMASHWORDS -
Smashwords

.............see love............

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Beat - a poem by A.H. Scott

Beat

Beat throbs through my ears and heart

Beat your meat and stroke it off

Run my fingers in my sliver of sweetness

Eat to the beat and let me sing a song of ecstasy

After you bang me long and hard

Stiff, strong…..slippery, soft

Letting out that howl of release, we both realize we are beat

Rest your hairy head upon my chest

And, let your other one lay against my hip

I can still feel the throb, with a few drops dripping from it

Not only my little thumper, but your big bongo, too

When MJ sang Beat It, I didn’t know he met me and you

Or maybe it was Marvin getting us into the groove

Come……get….to…..this..;)..

Ooooooh..;)

- A.H. Scott

5/15/12

So Many Lighters - a poem by A.H. Scott

So Many Lighters

So many lighters
But, no spark
Cigarette dangles from my painted lips waiting for a flame
I saw him across the avenue, as all the others tried to light my fire
Yet, it was only he who had the spark
Using any charms that I had acquired over the years, I smiled and declined their lights
Gazing both ways, I made a dash towards him
Slight breeze blew my skirt around my thighs
The slit in the fabric on the right side, was nothing compared to another soft parting of mine
We laughed as you took me in your arms on that avenue
Our lips met and I knew my spark was reignited by you
Light my fire, baby….
- A.H. Scott
5/14/12

ANNA DISOBEYS - "THE SENTENCE OF ANNA" BY A.H. SCOTT

A piece of parchment paper and quill pen became instruments of a ploy to get Anna down to those stables alone.

Slipping folded paper beneath drapery of Anna’s bed chamber, Philippe’s plan for punishment was taking shape.

She awakened fifteen minutes later and read this note: ‘Come to the stables. I will meet you there, Anna’. And, it was signed ‘V”.

With that, the secret relationship that she and Valery had brought Anna down to the stables as soon as a royal blue dress was placed upon her body.

Swiftly, she walked down that path and entered the stables. Not finding Valery there yet, Anna walked towards a stall that had a chestnut colored horse inside of it.

Looking around the area, she found a basket full of apples and carrots. Feeding this horse an apple, Anna giggled with happiness in this gentle moment.

She heard a rustling sound a few feet from where this stall was located. Anna patted the horse gently and smiled to herself.

This smitten young woman thought it was her lover of the previous night who’d just arrived for their rendezvous.

Anna walked out of the stall with a grin upon her face, as those blue eyes filled with shock.

It was Anna’s lover who stood there.

Not Valery, but Philippe..

Stammering, “Sir, I don’t—I don’t—“.

Philippe wasn’t going to leave her in the dark for long, “Anna, did you think I wouldn’t know of you and Valery, last night?”

“Philippe, I –“ ,Anna approached him and tried to continue to speak, but was left without an explanation of how she’d gotten carried away in seduction’s sea.

“This time is for you and I, right now” ,brushing his hand through Anna’s long, black hair slowly, Philippe grasped it slightly tighter, “And, this location was chosen, because of you”.

Anna knew Philippe was not pleased with her.

“Get out of that dress and stand by the stall door, Anna” Philippe gave her simple instructions, which were about to lead to a scenario of sordid dimensions.

Anna undressed and stood naked in front of the wooden stall door.

Blue garment of this mistress lay against a small wooden stool, as if it were only a rag of a penniless peasant.

Philippe exited the stall area where she stood waiting for him. As he returned with a moderate sized, wooden crate under his right arm, another item slightly peeked out from under his left.

Anna slightly shivered in the morning mist of the countryside, as she attempted to cradle her hands around that soft body.

He placed the crate down and walked over to her.

“Remove your hands from around yourself, Anna” Philippe snickered and added, “I want you to turn around and face that door”.

“Sir, what are you going to do to me?”She didn’t move a muscle, as a sense of curiosity of this location and upcoming actions puzzled her.

“Turn around, Anna” He repeated his order.

She had faith in him and relented. Turning around to face the stall door, Anna waited for what came next.

Philippe stood behind her and pressed his strong left leg between hers. “I want you to spread your legs, dear one”

She obeyed and slid legs to either end of the stall door’s frame.

“Place your arms upward and against the metal bars” He added.

“Yes” Anna was now in a star shape position against that cold metal and wooden door.

Her heart began to beat a bit quicker.

Legs spread apart. Arms spread apart. All that was needed now was Philippe’s next action.

That item contained beneath his left arm was revealed. Philippe pulled this object between both hands.

A simple riding crop, proved an arousing sense of erotic complexity.

Crop was about fifteen to eighteen inches in length. The longest section was made of multiple straps of twisted leather. At the tip was a swatter in the approximate size of a small pancake. One side of this circle was dark brown suede. On the other side was thick black leather.

Philippe pressed the suede against Anna’s ass softly, “How does that feel, my beautiful one?”

Anna smiled, “Soft”.

Turning the crop’s tip over, Philippe ran the thick leather across her back, “And this, my dear?”

“Hard” Anna sighed.

The Duke of Givenchy knew she was prepared for both sides of this crop to take her to places he wanted her to be.

“I want you to hold this crop between your teeth, Anna” ,Philippe pressed his right hand against her back and snaked the crop into her mouth with his left hand, “Hold this and stay still, dear one”.

Anna nodded and thought to herself that this correction from her lover would be a chuckle of light fare.

Yet, what Philippe had seen the night before in Valery’s chamber, would require a heftier price from Anna’s flesh and mind.

She had no idea what he had planned for her.

With crop in mouth, she stood silent. As for Philippe, he emptied out a few objects from within that wooden crate.

Four black reins and a small jug of liquid were placed on the stable floor next to Anna.

- end of excerpt

Anna disobeyed. Philippe took the reins of her punishment very seriously…;)

In 1747 France, the Duke of Givenchy, Philippe Paramour was a man of power and position. Philippe’s noble title gave him liberation of his most secret yearnings of debauchery. The Duke’s favorite past-time was taking female peasants under his wing as lovers and traveling companions across the French countryside.

This is “The Sentence Of Anna”.

Anna’s sentence at times, would have been intolerable to a lesser woman of her immature age. But, what she gained under the strict tutelage of Philippe was the skills of maturity and demure sophistication.

The Sentence Of Anna awaits you at Amazon (worldwide), Barnes & Noble and Smashwords

AMAZON US - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006LQ65W4

AMAZON UK - https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B006LQ65W4

AMAZON FRANCE - https://www.amazon.fr/dp/B006LQ65W4

AMAZON ITALY - https://www.amazon.it/dp/B006LQ65W4

AMAZON GERMANY - https://www.amazon.de/dp/B006LQ65W4

AMAZON SPAIN - https://www.amazon.es/dp/B006LQ65W4

BARNES & NOBLE - http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-sentence-of-anna-ah-scott/1108076559?ean=2940032924449

Smashwords - http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/113410

La punition la plus douce est silence…;)