Friday, June 29, 2012

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Recently, I went to the Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport for the arrival of our beautiful “international daughter” Aliena. We had the privilege to meet Aliena when she became part of our family for one year through a foreign exchange program. Of the many programs available, we hosted through . I encourage you to consider the opportunity and see if your life can be just as enriched as ours has been.
But, I digress (for good reason though)
All international arrivals come through one gate in terminal D. I watched the status board to anxiously see if Aliena’s flight had landed and it showed the baggage claim information. I knew when that appeared, her plane was grounded on US soil and she was somewhere behind those frosted glass automatic doors.
Oh, those doors—frosted glass automatic sliding doors.
Eagerly watching those doors each time they opened to see if, maybe, just maybe, she was walking my way. My heart pounded and my stomach had butterflies for the daughter I had grown to love and missed so much for two years since she returned to Germany at the end of her US school year.
If you know me very well, you know I do not cry easily. BUT, two things will make me cry like a baby- memorable sports moments/movies/occasions and anything patriotic. (without getting political here, I’m very proud to say that no matter what your platform, political biases/favoritisms, opinion on the current status, blah blah blah, I LOVE THE USA for reasons that extend back way before the current crises began.)
Standing there, heart pounding, I scanned the gathered crowd. It overwhelmed me to see so many people, anxiously waiting, like me, for their someone to materialize from the frosted glass. Every time it opened, the body language of every person tended to lean forward, just a bit, like a tree in a gently blowing breeze. The broad, expectant smiles spoke volumes about why they were there and the sheer joy of seeing their loved one emerge from behind the glass radiated from their collective beings.
It felt magical.
Suddenly, the doors parted and two men briskly walked up the welcoming aisle—IN UNISON, three children maybe around the age of 4 all yelled, “daddy”, in perfect unity. (the crowd of admirers waiting their turn emitted a collective “ahhhhh” witnessing such a heartfelt moment—Hallmark got nothing on DFW) The kiddos ran forward almost too far into the “NO ENTRY” zone, but, those daddies ran up to catch them. One man scooped his daughter up and squeezed her so tightly, I thought her ponytail would stand straight up. He wept silent tears in the sweet embrace of that beautiful little girl. The other man scooped both his sons into his bear hug and kissed one’s head to the other before embracing and just taking in the miracle of their existence and the privilege of being THEIR daddy and how much they loved each other.
One beaming man met his very pregnant companion and just after their embrace, he gingerly rubbed her belly, grinning ear to ear. Priceless.
It felt as if we, the crowd, were voyeurs to such precious moments each time a new person arrived to the hugs, handshakes, tears, and hearty hello’s of their expectant ones.
No one allowed their pride in the way of their moment.
While waiting, I noticed a large dedication area and a television replaying the arrival of many US troops that came home from long tours overseas. I knew many volunteers gathered for the arrival of US troops, but, until I read the information in the dedication area, I had no idea what an amazing and grand scale the project at DFW really was.
I found more about the program history here:
“In June 2004, Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport, the Colleyville Chamber of Commerce and the North Texas Commission launched the Welcome Home a Hero program to greet U.S. troops returning for two weeks of rest and recuperation. What began as a modest effort to honor our soldiers became an outpouring of community support to demonstrate gratitude to the men and women in uniform.”( From NTC.DFW.ORG)
And, check this out  in 2007, DFW Intl reached a milestone by welcoming home 500,000 arrivals- all greeted by flags waving, homemade signs flashing, cheers roaring, laughter ensuing, and tears flowing. Yes, it was THAT awesome.
I felt a moment of human connection in that airport that I’d not felt in a very long time, and it was extraordinary.
In March 2012, DFW closed the official Welcome Home a Hero program. Thankfully, due to the reduction in US forces abroad, the organized daily operations no longer require the same multitude of assistance. However, troops do return daily and still have needs that volunteers meet every day and people still participate to welcome home our service members.
I read the information, watched more marvelous reunions and kept waiting and waiting and waiting for my international arrival. All the while thinking of how many perfect strangers felt happiness as we gathered in that terminal with other people we would, in all likelihood, never see again.
Then, it hit me, most of those volunteers greeting our troops would never even know their names and probably never saw them again, after that brief moment of welcoming. Do you realize how un-selfish and loving that truly is? What a remarkable display of not only humanity, but, patriotism at its’ best, untainted by politics.   
I won’t lie to you, when Aliena finally hit that welcome aisle, I ran in my high heels on the slick tile as quick as I could get to her and we both released tears of joy as we hugged and just reveled in the moment.
My international daughter was home, even if only for one month. Our family is complete once again.
Just as many service members revel in being home, if only for one week, one month, and for a grateful few, forever. But, in that long awaited moment of arrival, it feels like eternity.
And, it’s grand. Happy Fourth of July my Fellow Fathomers!

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Talented Author Kevin Rau

Hello Fellow Fathomers!

Today in The Locker Kevin Rau joins me…amazing cover artist and author. If you have not yet taken the opportunity to visit Kevin’s blog, you are certainly in for a treat when you do.

Kick back, tie on your cape, and enter Kevin’s world:

Hi Kevin, thank you very much for joining me today and answering a few questions. I will start with something easy. When did you start writing, and was there a significant event that prompted you to do so?
-I began in January 2009.  I stopped playing computer games for a while, spent a month voraciously reading books (about 30 in December 2008), and found that I got tired of the stories ending.  I realized that the only way I would get "more" of the story (and characters I loved) would be to write my own.

If you could have one superpower, what would it be? (Assuming said power would be reasonably "powerful.")
-Super crafting.  This is often viewed as the type of power Tony Stark (Iron Man) has, and has a lot of flexibility for what could be built.  Barring that, I think I would go with teleportation or gateway, to allow instant travel between massive distances.  (Ideally with a lot of gear, then I'd contract with NASA, and get into building Moon/Mars/etc. bases!)

I agree, Kevin, Superman is a classic, Christopher Reeve rocked that role.

Where do you get your inspiration for writing? What motivates you?
-I want more story, more detail, more characters, MORE!  I have as much desire to see what happens next in Metrocity as most of my readers do.  (I say most because I'm hoping there are a few fanatics out there....)
I bet there are more than you realize, Kevin. J

Do you pre-plan your stories, or are you a by-the-seat-of-the-pants style writer?
-I pre-plan the major storylines, and then plot out the first 6-15 chapters, along with a "to-do" list of things that need to happen somewhere (to progress the overall series, being as they act much like an ongoing TV series).  From there, I pants it.  (Did I just use pants as a verb?  Hmmm.)
You can do what you want, you write your own books….lol

Do you write only when inspired, or do you have a set schedule where you sit down to write?
-I write fastest when inspired, but in general I *try* to write in almost all of my free time.  Turning on the TV is bad, it makes my brain mushy, and I get little writing done.

Do you have a favorite genre to write in? To read?
-Contemporary Fantasy/Superhero, and soon Fantasy.  I read a wide variety of fantasy, sci-fi, some horror, erotica, and rare thrillers.

What do you enjoy the most about writing?
-Getting my characters out there, and making one of the most extensive written superhero franchises in history (the longest cohesive series in the last decade, to my knowledge).

Is there any part of writing that you don't enjoy?
-Editing and marketing.  I'm not a promoter at heart, and am terrible at it.  Editing is tedious to me.
I’m with you on that, Kevin, marketing and promoting are butt-whoopins…

Can you tell me something odd about yourself?
-I love medieval things, and have weapons and shields all over my house (on plaques on the walls, on coffee tables, glass cases, etc.).  I have a full medieval suit (w/chain shirt) I wear to rennaissance faires, as well as to a recent wedding.
You are the cool kind of guy to know, Kevin. We want to know if you have pictures.

Do you write one story at a time, or do you have several novels in the works at one time?
-I'm linear, and do only one at a time.  I'll jot notes down for future stories, but don't do any actual writing until I'm done writing and editing a current book, and send it off to my editors.

In my evil plot to take over the world, what one animal type do you advise I use and why?
-Wait, you have an evil plot to take over the world too?  I don't know if I should share my secret, but I guess it wouldn't hurt, there are plenty out there.  I advise using buffoons.  They are an offshoot of human, but not necessarily the best at taking orders.  Quantity over quality, I guess.

Where do you see the future as far as paper books versus digital e-books?
-I foresee paper being reduced to (mostly) hardcovers at some point in the future, for those who enjoy collecting such things, and for potential signatures and look on shelves.  But with tablets and Kindle-type devices taking off, as people become used to having them with them all the time, it'll be natural for them to just use it for reading in addition to web/email/calendar/calculator/games/twitter/you-name-it.

What are your current projects?
-H.E.R.O. - Gene Front is my current book, and ought to be released in about a month (roughly, e.g. around mid or late July 2012).  This will be the 7th full novel in the H.E.R.O. series, in addition to 2 short stories, and an illustrated guide.  (I do 3D character art as well, and use it on my covers, and for bonus pictures on my Facebook page and web site.  I did up some neat collage-style artwork for characters in that book for most of the major characters in my series.)

Do you have any advice for others about self-publishing?
-Plan to put in hundreds to thousands of hours on it.  Expect to be depressed when you put your first book out, and for months it sells a copy or two a day (if that).  But keep trying.  Use other people to edit your work, you are too used to it, and gloss over errors.  Have others beta-read your book and tell you if something doesn't make sense, or if a character is doing something not in their personality.

Do you have any online sites where readers can find out more about you (and your books)?
My official website is

I welcome questions and comments about the books, characters and art on the Facebook page, I'll happily interact with people there.

I attest he will interact with you, chat with you, and welcome you. It’s been good fortune for me to meet Kevin. Visit his website and get to know him for yourself!

Thank you so much for the interview!
Kevin Rau

Monday, June 25, 2012

Seeing RED - Tuesday Tales

Hello Fellow Fathomers!
Today's Tuesday Tale involves the word or theme, "red". I chose to continue from last week's installment of Tuesday Tales from my current thriller work in progress (WIP) Blue Ink- The Skin Stalker.
Today, The Skin Stalkers' victims simply wanted an exhilirating day of rock climbing....yet, it ended quite dismally for them instead.

"...Maria finally looked down to Sascha.  Even from her distance up the face of the rock, she observed Sascha looked peculiar as well.  “Are you ok?” Maria choked out.  Sascha looked up, her stance wobbling at the movement to look skyward.  Maria felt fear in her gut as the rope loosened from Sascha’s instability.  “Hey!”  Maria forced out. 
Maria’s exertion, combined with her fear, increased her heart rate, dizzying her equilibrium.  Sascha watched Maria, feebly holding onto the rope, as she worked to tighten her grip, “I’ve….got…you, babe.” Sascha answered Maria’s fearful address.  Sascha felt unstable on her feet, and suddenly the world turned black.  Dots danced in the place of the rock and she spun sideways in an attempt to hold the rope. 
Maria watched Sascha collapse as she screamed in horror, her hands, red and raw from gripping too tightly, began to bleed.  The slippery blood, combined with her increasing dizziness, interfered with her ability to hold onto the crevice and she peeled away from the face.  She screamed for the brief time she fell to the ground.  She thumped loudly when she landed only a few feet from Sascha. 

As they lay unconscious on the ground, their bodies still twitched from the effects of the poison. With each spasm, The Skin Stalker felt a surge of energy.  With inhuman speed, he gathered up their water bottles, the partial gallon of spiked sports beverage, and their bodies.  He left the climbing equipment on the ground and left their car in the parking lot.  This time, The Skin Stalker had an SUV parked closely to the scene.  He had softball equipment bags in the back of the cargo area.  Before they succumbed to rigor mortis, he folded each of them, one at a time, into a separate equipment bag. He punched a small blue dot, with a fountain pen, into the skin behind each of their right ears.  “Colin’s tattoo….” The Skin Stalker growled. Right before he zipped the bags shut, he tied plastic bags over each of their heads to ensure suffocation. 

The Skin Stalker left the area undetected.  He drove back toward Denver, deciding to leave one bag in a remote location in Castle Rock.  He had previously located a rarely used softball field on the western edge of the Denver suburb.  He unloaded Maria’s equipment bag entombed body into the visitor’s team dugout.  He was in and out of the park in less than three minutes.

He needed a special location for Sascha.  He wanted her body found more quickly than Maria’s.  He had a few choices and his decision depended upon the solitude of the field.  During the weekday, the softball fields should be primarily empty, but it was the Mr. Moms and stay at home moms frequenting nearby parks that had him concerned for disclosure."

Now, I welcome you to join my friends for their contribution of "red" for this week's Tuesday Tales, you just don't know what we will come up with next...
or what genre you might find...take a look!

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Flash Fiction Friday 100 no more, no less

Happy Friday Fellow Fathomers!

Today is the day for Friday Flash Fiction. One picture and just 100 words to describe it. Sometimes, it's easy, other times, not so much. Please ponder the following photo and think about what YOU would say?  Is she crying, praying...maybe she has a headache?  :)Now, please see my interpretation:

I’m one with The Raven, although I’m not a shifter. But…I’m not completely human either. I have Raven’s wings, bestowed upon me in a moment of heated passion. Deep black, almost tinged blue, against porcelain skin, a startling contrast.
My proud breasts announce my arrival- as I move past you, my wings signal departure. You may not notice anything else unless you study me closely.

I don’t believe I’m beautiful.

Or, he wouldn’t have left me.
What will I do now without a flock? I’m an outcast.

 He did this to me.
Summoning the inner strength to move on…my fortitude.

Now, please visit the blogs of my friends for their interpretations of the captivating photo.

Savannah Chase
Sherry M. Palmer:
Naomi Shaw:
Julez S Morbius:
Venus Cahill:
Davee Jones:
Veronica Fredricks:
Cyril J. Michael:
S. J. Maylee:
Yvonne Nicolas:
Kendel Davi:
Bonni Sansom:

Monday, June 18, 2012

Retreating From the Comfort Zone - Tuesday Tales

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to Tuesday Tales, a new project I'm delighted to be a part of. Each of the authors included in this series will contribute a sneak teaser at a work in progress, an inspired paragraph, or other flash fiction contribution. Today's subject is based upon a photo of a city of our choice. I chose Denver, CO, the setting most largely detailed in my suspense novel, Blue Ink-The Skin Stalker. I step out of the romance genre with this project, a first of many I have in progress substantially set outside my usual lovestory angles. The only way we grow is stepping outside our comfort zones, wouldn't you agree?
Now, I reveal to you a snippet from Blue Ink:

Excerpt from WIP- 'Blue Ink- The Skin Stalker'

“...I don’t know anything and cannot offer help with this one.  Back off buddy, do yourself a favor.” Colin shifted into survivor mode and treated it like a business deal.  This frame of mind was Colin’s comfort zone and he operated tactically well from this standpoint.  As he transitioned into his element, his breathing slowed and he felt a sense of calmness engulf him.  He relished how mechanical he felt.  “Emotional thinking will be your undoing, let it go, man, let it go.”  Colin pushed Maggie out of his mind as if she never existed.  He moved on to his email account and lost himself in business matters, however, never really fully forgetting her formerly smiling face and vibrant body.
“You are shallow enough to continue with life as if nothing was amiss. You conceited pile of muscle.” Colin’s inward demeanor also told The Skin Stalker how much Colin would continue to worry about the potential for police involvement.  It amused him to imagine how Colin took the news when he saw beautiful Maggie’s face plastered across local media.  She was one of a few to die over the weekend, but, the bizarre circumstances earned her front page notoriety. 
The Skin Stalker knew the crime scene investigators were still attempting to determine definitive cause of death.  His poison concoction was virtually untraceable. Her water bottles were at the bottom of a steep incline off Oh My God road, which led out of Idaho Springs- almost two hours from the body dumpsite in the Denver metro. Suffocation from the plastic bag was the most the authorities would ascertain, he was confident of that. 
The Skin Stalker did not assault Maggie; he was above physical pleasures of the flesh.  His goal was her death, as quickly and neatly as possible.  Anything more and he might attract unnecessary suspicion.  The Skin Stalker felt invulnerable to humans and even their highly advanced technological investigative tools were no match for who he had in his corner. 
“You ridiculous finites! You will never stop us.” He sneered as he weaseled into the minds of the puzzled investigators."

Now that you've read my short, please visit our blog : for other creative contributions. Please comment and let us know what you think!!!

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Fathomers Meet Author Katie Harper!!!

Ahoy! Today in The Locker we have a very special guest, the beautiful and talented, Katie Harper. Katie is the badass brain behind her soon to be released, Never Say Just. Please visit Katie at her blog as she releases character interviews and descriptions of some behind the book details.

Katie and I had a bit of a chat recently, and she indulged a few of my favorite questions. She answered whimsically, in true Katie Harper style. I think this post will draw a smile from you.

Your Name: Katie Harper
Origin: My name is actually Katharine. I was named after Katharine Hepburn.
Astrology sign: Aquarius
Occupation: Writer, mom

Where is your favorite place to shop? I am totally addicted to online shopping. If it has a .com, they probably have my credit card number.

What’s your favorite trend? Yoga pants. Though mine are actually sit on the couch and watch TV pants.

What attracts you to a person? Their body. I’m an extremely shallow person. JK. They have to get my sense of humor.  I once posted on Facebook that even though I’m an adult, I still run up the stairs like I’m being chased by a chainsaw wielding murderer. Someone came over to my house and asked me who I thought was trying to kill me. *face palm*

What is the worst fashion trend you loved? When I was in junior high I lived in this really small town. The cool thing to wear was micro-brewery t-shirts. I wore them all the time. It didn’t matter to me that I had to buy them in the men’s department.

If you could meet a celebrity, who would it be? Living or dead?   You know, I’ve met quite a few celebrities and I have no desire to meet another one. Even if they’re “down to Earth”, I want to slap them in the back of the head. Don’t know why. There’s just something about them that makes me want to lash out violently.

If you won the lottery, what is the first thing you would buy? I would like to say a house, but it would probably be a can of spray cheese.

What is one thing you can’t live without? Oxygen.

If you never had to work, what would you do? I don’t work now and all I do is read Facebook. I’m a complete disappointment to the human race.

What do you do in your spare time? I….uh…..well sometimes I…..shit I don’t do anything productive with my spare time.

Who is your favorite musician? I like Adele. When I want to slit my wrists but I’m just not depressed enough, I throw on some Adele. Problem solved.

What was your most embarrassing moment? Oh this is actually hilarious. When I was sixteen I was out on a date with this guy who I didn’t really care one way or another for. When he dropped me off, my little brother was out on the front porch in nothing but his tighty whities yelling, “KATIE! YOU BETTER NOT BE LIPPIN’ THAT BOY!!” I laughed my ass off.

What was the best concert you ever attended? I’ve never been to a concert. For real. I’ve never liked a band enough to spend $50 to see them live.

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? Nothing. I’m pretty much the awesomest person you know.

Where is your favorite place to hang out? Home. I can eat, watch Desperate Housewives of Orange County, yell at the TV, all without getting dressed. My house doesn’t judge my nakedness.

What is your favorite movie?  Anything with Daniel Craig….preferably Daniel Craig naked.

If you could only wear one cosmetic product, what would it be? A clown mask.

Where do you plan to go on your next vacation? The same place I always go, Disneyland. I freaking love Disneyland. True, the prices are a little steep and if you’re going to eat a meal there you have to be prepared to bend over and get ‘Walted’, but it’s honestly the happiest place on Earth. It’s where I want to die.

How do you stay in shape? Since my shape is potato, I sit on the couch with a pint of Ben and Jerry’s and the latest episode of Supernatural.

How would you describe your style? Lazy

What kind of pet do you have? I don’t have pets. I have a rule that I won’t clean up another living creature’s shit unless I give birth to it.

What celebrity would you like to get style tips from? Jamie Lee Curtis. She has this attitude that says, “I don’t give a crap about what you think of me.” That’s badass right there.

Where would you like a vacation home? Hell yes! I’d love to have a cabin in the mountains where I can hang dead animal heads on the wall and nobody thinks it’s weird.

What is the last book you read? Horton Hears a Who. I know. Hot.

What’s your favorite room in your house?  The kitchen, cause that’s where the food is.

What is the most memorable thing you’ve done? Pregnancy and childbirth. I wrote down just how terrible the whole experience was just so I would never do it again. So I have no freaking idea why I’m doing it again.

What’s your favorite souvenir? I have a pair of slippers from the Bates Motel.

What’s your signature scent? Snooki’s perfume. It smells like shame.

Would you rather cook, dine out or get takeout? Delivery. I don’t like to put real clothes on and I don’t like to cook. My pizza delivery guy knows me as the woman with a thousand pajamas.

What’s in your closet that you just can’t let go of? Bright yellow MC Hammer pants. It’s just a matter of time before they’re cool again.

Do you own more shoes or purses? Purses. I have worn the same pair of flip flops for three years, but I have to change my purse out at least once a season.

And, now, an excerpt from Never Say Just...
"Shooter leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Bar?” Oh God yes. Yeah, this evening will be brought to you by Jack Daniels and Jim Beam. I ordered a shot of whatever was closest and downed it. Shooter handed me a mint julep while he sipped his scotch. Bless that man. I scanned the room for the enemy. I had honed this skill over several missions for GSA. It’s amazing how quickly things come back to you when you were threatened.
My gaze fell on the first threat, Louise LaLourie.  Why her parents had named her Louise with a last name like LaLourie was completely beyond me. Of course she had sported several other last names over the years but she always returned to LaLourie. At one time she desperately wanted to be known as Louise Boudreaux. But, I was married to my husband at the time and he had shown her the no trespassing sign right away. Louise held a flute of champagne in her hand, her cunning eyes searched for the next Mr. LaLourie. Her sights fell on me and she stalked forward. I’m not kidding, she stalked, like a lioness, toward me. I looked over at Shooter. I needed to warn him that the most bedded woman in New Orleans was on the prowl. He was busy at the bar fighting for his constitutional right to get good and shit faced completely missing my look of caution. Since I knew Louise  watched me I smiled and prayed the words “die, bitch, die” were not tattooed on my forehead.
“Oh my gawd Are you finally out of mourning?” Her accent was so thick you could cut it with a K-Bar. “I understand grieving, but honey you can’t put yourself in cold storage for the rest of your life. But you are looking great. Look at you. I was afraid you’d locked yourself up in that big ole house and either ate or drank yourself to death. I am so relieved to see you looking as good as ever. Who are you wearing, darlin’? You look positively wonderful.”
Of course her compliments were about as real as her boobs, but I smiled back and said, “Versace.”
“Donatella?” Louise asked with pity in her voice.
“No, Gianni. It went up for auction at Sotheby’s a few years ago and I just had to have it. Though this is the first time I’ve worn it.”
 Edna could look forward to a big, fat Christmas bonus this year. The envy on Louise’s face was priceless. It was worth coming to this damn ho down, and I mean ho down, just to see her face turn a lovely shade of green. She would have given a lot to own an original Gianni but she didn’t and I did. Take that you nasty bitch.
Shooter took that moment to turn around and hand me another cocktail. His eyes went big and he tried to take a step back but the bar was in the way. I hadn’t taken in what Louise wore until that moment. She wore a black, too tight to breathe, strapless Dolce and Gabbana that made her boobs spill over the tops. Truth be told I had that same dress in my closet at home. But I would never choose to accessorize it with a purple leopard bra that poked strategically above the neckline. Her lecherous eyes zeroed in on Shooter. She had the sniper in her sites and he was about to feel the full force of Louise’s slut-o-matic up close and personal.
“Well, hello. You must be Kat’s brother?”
“No, Louise,” I interrupted, “This is my date.” I choked on the last word.
Louise didn’t care. She wouldn’t care if a man was in bed with his wife on their wedding night, she believed all men were available. “And what is your name, gorgeous?”
“Shooter,” he smiled and leaned into her gaze a slight come and get me smile smeared across his face. I seriously wanted to pop his eyes out with a shrimp fork but I reigned in my rage.
“And what is it that you do, Mr. Shooter?” Translation: Can you afford me? She said as she pressed herself up against his body shamelessly exposing all her voluptuous assets.
He raised his hand and extended a finger. Shooter pushed the tip of his long thick finger into the center of Louise’s forehead forcing her to take several steps backward. His gaze had gone from playful to deadly. “I kill people,” his whisper was sinister."

Friday, June 8, 2012

Turnabout's Fair Play, I'll Get You Back...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers!

Today in The Locker I return to the Friday Flash Fiction!  The day of the week where me and some of my crazy, creative friends take one picture and write exactly 100 words to describe what we see.  Please see my interpretation below the photo.

“You like the ice, or does it make you enticingly uncomfortable?” She spoke through almost gritted teeth, attempting to contain her mounting passion.

“Right now, the only thing I’d like better than that ice down my neck would be your tongue.” He breathed intently.

“Maybe I’ll lick the melted water from your skin.” She suggested coyly.

“Well, then, I know a better place for you to trail that ice…”

“Oh, baby, I’ll give your sexiness a turn to chill, so to speak. Now, while your hands are tied, you can wonder how long I’ll leave the ice on your balls.”
Now that you've experienced my interpretation, please see what my friends have to say. Please be aware other interpretations may contain explicit material. Visit at your discretion.  :)

Muffy Wilson:
S. J. Maylee:
Naomi Shaw:
Savannah Chase
Angelica Dawson
Julez S Morbius:
Davee Jones:
Venus Cahill:
CR Guiliano:
Bonni Sansom:
Sherri Hayes:
Yvonne Nicolas:
Kendel Davi: