Archive for November, 2012

Hello Guys,


Here is the promiced steamy supernatural fanfiction. Its still in its early stages but thought I would share it as i have been missing for some time.


His tall muscular form stood before her. His beautiful tanned skin marked by scars both old and new. She reached out and traced a new scar that was still red from only recently being healed.

She felt the muscles react to her touch. His toned, perfectly sculptured body was warm under her touch, relaxing as she traced her fingers over the numerous scars on the outside. She winced at the thought of the internal scars. He had been through so much and it had undoubtedly made a mark on his macho yet sensitive nature.

His long legs stepped forward, closing the distance between them in seconds. Her breath caught in her chest as his large hands found her waist. He towered over her. His dark floppy hair and sideburns framed his beautiful scar free face.

She placed her hands against his chest knowing that she should stop it now, stop it before it goes too far. As his warm eager lips found hers all thoughts of resistance were lost.

She feverishly returned the kiss as he pulled her flush against him.

“Oh.. Wow.” She gasped between the heated kisses. His erection was flush against her stomach. He wanted her and though he would hate to admit it, and she wanted him too.

Everything but him flew from her head. She kept her hands still on his chest, letting him take the lead. His hands moved south and each hand completely covered each cheek as he grabbed her firm, peach butt.

After a squeeze or two his hands moved a little further down. He stooped over, continuing the kisses and grabbed her leg and lifted her as though she was a small child.

He held her thighs as she wrapped her legs around his waist, gasping once more as she felt his erection throb between her legs.

He walked a few steps until he found a wall. He pinned her against it, completely. Her hands now buried deep in his hair as they shared intense kisses using their tongs to explore each other’s mouths.

He groaned as he grabbed her thing cotton blouse, ripping it open, exposing her black silk bra. His hands touching her flat stomach as he moved them he explored every inch of her.

He relieved some of the pressure and moved his hand to her slightly scared back until he found the clasp. He expertly undid her bra in one flick and released her breasts.

He returned the pressure that held her against the wall with his tall muscled body. She moaned in yearning for all of him.

His hands gently grasped her breasts and squeezed them gently causing her to groan mid kiss. Her body reacting to him in the most primal way it can readying itself for what was in no doubt what was going to happen.

She releases his hair and explores his mark chest further. The marks of war, of battle like a road map on his perfectly shaped chest.

He moved his hands back to her waist and began toying with the waist band on her jeans; he knew he would have to let her town to remove her jeans. He broke the kiss and had a small look around and found an old desk nearby.

He walked over to it holding her against him until they reached it where he lay her down and broke the kiss.

He looked down at her with his chocolate brown eyes and slowly unzipped and removed her jeans and clunky boots.

He marvelled at her body as she slowly removed her blouse and bra with so very little effort. His eyes caught her as he leaned down bracing his weight on his arms at either side of her  beautiful body his expert mouth caressed every inch of her, licking, nibbling and caressing her breasts until she arched her back. He needed her well prepared.

He kissed her stomach all the way to her navel and flicked his tongue in causing her to arch, her groans fuelling him on. He wanted her and she knew it.

She opened her eyes to see his perfect face hover just above hers. His husky voice whispered. “Let’s see if you’re ready for me?” As he finished he moved his right hand down her body with a light touch, tracing the lines of battle she had until he reached his goal. His hand traced the edges of her purple lace panties.

She gasped loudly as he inserted a finger inside of her, exploring her. She groaned as he withdrew his finger and replaced it with two. She groaned at the feeling of him stretching her and caressing her from the inside. Another finger joined it and then another.

She groaned at the feel of him inside her, hitting that spot over and over again. She groaned as he caressed her, her back arched. She wanted more. She wanted everything.

As his fingers explored her insides she sat up and tugged at his too big jeans. She made her intentions clear.

She groaned again at the loss of his fingers from inside of her as she pulled at his old worn leather belt. He placed his hands over hers, his right hand still damp from her juices. She looked up and found his eyes. They were filled with longing and fear. “Are you sure you want to do this? I’m not like other guys in the bathroom department. “He stated, fear thick in his voice.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything else, ever!” she cooed.

He placed his hands on her hips and grasped the delicate lace fabric that covered her sex and the place he wanted to bury himself for all eternity.

He pulled and the lace fabric ripped at one mere tug. He threw it on the pile of clothes near his feet and took in her naked form.

She gasped at the tug and smiled as he tossed the lace remnants and looked at her and sat on the edge of a dusty old table. He looked at her with awww as she started to caress his chest once more and while he was distracted she undid his belt and jeans and pulled them down slightly.

She gasped as she freed his erection and instantly understood what he meant by not being like other guys in the bedroom department. He was incredibly well endowed, much like the rest of him.

Instantly she worried if she could handle the size and concerned of any damage he may do.

She looked up at his worry filled eyes and touched the long hard shaft causing the giant before her to moan and close his eyes, the desk holding his entire weight as he stooped over and kissed her.

Instantly her worry lifted as she held the shaft in her hands, holding it, wanting it inside of her regardless of what it would do.

The kiss deepened as passion took over and she directed him to where she wanted him.

Once at the entrance his hands held her curvaceous waist as he slowly eased in to her.

She looked into her his eyes as he slowly, meaningfully entered her with every inch of him. She groaned as he filled her, stretched her while she pulled him deeper and deeper into him.

She smiled as he completely filled her. She had never felt this stretched before. He waited until she had got used to him, all the while holding and kissing her.

She whispered against his mouth. “It’s okay Sam. It feels good.” Her fears disappeared and partially pulled out and then thrusted back in, holding her close with his mouth on hers.

She matched his thrusts and began moaning in his mouth. She sighed as he ended the kiss but soon realised there was a reason for it.

He laid her back on the table, his hand caressing her breasts and torso as he thrust in and causing moan after moan to escape her rose red lips.

She arched her back as he kept hitting the magic spot as he kept hitting the magic spot. She began to feel a familiar feeling as her body tightened in anticipation of her climax.

She opened up her eyes and saw him looking down at her, sweat clinging to every inch of his muscle ripped body.

She locked eyes with him as he continued to move within her, the familiar action but unlike others he hit the spot every time.

Her entire body tensed at the constant attention paid to her magic spot tensing ready for the intense explosion that was heading her way.

“Sam!!” she groaned as the explosion of orgasm ripped    through her body. She felt him explode inside her as she clamped down on his shaft with her slick walls.

She was breathless, panting and covered in a slight mist of perpetration, of slightly salty wet film, he was covered the same mist.

Is weight was held by his large strong arms positioned on the table so she was not crushing his new love

They both stayed still. Still connected as they caught their breath. Their eyes still locked.


There is more to come. I am currently typing up “Vengeance” so may be quiet for a while.

Please Stay tuned.



Hello readers

I know. I have been absent for a while. A very close family friend died unexpectedly and I’m still getting head round.

I will share the supernatural fan fiction and new of the goings on in my writing world shortly.

I just ask for patience at the moment.

Happy writing