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Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Tales of Irish Lovers Past - Simone Sinna #sex #romance #erotic

Tales of Irish Lovers Past
We talk of them, my girlfriends and I. Lovers past, the ones that slipped through our fingers and while part of us know it was best this way, there is always a lover or a moment in time with them lost and mourned.
Strangely for all three of us it is an Irishman, or at least a man or boy with an Irish name. So much so that we met last year in the local Irish pub to relive and farewell them.
Pat was little more than a boy, and not, Gail reflects, much to look at, white skin and freckles and red hair. But her mother hated him, and that at 16 was as good as endorsement as any.
‘He was no good she told me,’ Gail says dreamily twenty years later. ‘But he wasn’t running his hands over my mother then was he?’
Michael was nearly twenty years older than Melissa, married and her English Literature professor when he seduced her. Who wouldn’t be seduced by words of great poets and writers being read to you in an Irish accent?
And mine? A great bear of a man with big brown eyes that fixated me when he sang, playing a guitar and weaving love and sex and adoration into each strum.
Pat had had the athleticism and sheer enthusiasm of youth. ‘Five times one night,’ said Gail. No wonder her mother was worried.
Melissa was more tight-lipped. We had to wait until the third whisky. None of us liked whisky, just seemed to be the thing to drink in an Irish pub if you weren’t a beer drinker.
‘We wanted to do the Ryan’s Daughter thing,’ she said. I don’t think she was referring to the head shaving and tarring. ‘Started on the beach. The very same one Sarah Miles had lost her hat on.’ We were impressed. Our Irishmen had been had on Australian soil. Seems from there the localities had been as equally as impressive even if the actually climaxes had been in keeping with his more mature status.
Mine? Where did I start, with this man who was the man to teach me that sex was fun and to be enjoyed? That it could open up an entire treasure trove of experiences. Sucking him off as he drove on the freeway? Sex in the snow, on the beach, in a field of canola? His adoration and celebration of everything about my womanhood? Where did one start with a man who took a young girl and opened her mind and heart and introduced her to her own body and its pleasures?
‘Fuck him,’ said Gail glumly.
‘Yes please,’ Melissa and I laughed and Gail joined in.
‘What happened?’ we all wanted to know.
‘Bloody mother was right,’ said Gail.
We contemplated this and I asked ‘You too?’
Well she had been young. Michael we already knew was a rotter. Stayed with his wife. Okay maybe that only made him half rotten? The whisky had us beyond any stage of being able to make a reasonable assessment.
‘What about yours?’ they asked later as we poured into the taxi.
I grinned. ‘I lied. But he does a mean Irish accent.’ I was going home to him.
Actually no this isn’t true either though I more than happy with the man I was going home to. My Irishman and I were in the wrong place at the wrong time and we both ended up marrying other people. But I saw him years later, and in Ireland at a conference. Fatter, hair grey (at least he still had some) and still the same appalling sense of humour (had I really laughed at those jokes? Seems his wife wasn’t laughing anymore either and he couldn’t understand it.)
But I still had the Pavlov dog response. When I heard that accent I was a puddle…

The Ghosts Return ~
Lena Magnussen is unhappily lost in a romance novel on a charter boat when fate intervenes in the form of two hot men, Lincoln and Kael Tremain. Only problem is she is a ghost vampire and they are the enemy, were-devils.

The men know who she is and presume she senses them, but the curse, after two generations, is about to turn against the ghosts. They find they are racing against time, battling age-old hatreds between the groups, and trying to make sense of Lena’s illness—the old curse or the Hendra virus Lincoln is working on, which could be the one his father caused to mutate in order to exact revenge.

In a gripping climax, the ghosts return to Tasmania to rescue Lena and her cousin Gabriella from the were-devils they love, and in doing so threaten to finally wipe out the remaining were-devils and their home Tarrabah.

She was calling him before she knew what she was doing, and then when they both were there, standing at the foot of her bed, she knew she had sent two messages simultaneously though she had never done such a thing before and had not even known it was possible. One went to Kael, a cry to be soothed and loved. The other, to Lincoln, was to be held and protected, though she did not know what from.
They stood there wordlessly, both naked to the waist, Kael lean and Lincoln broad, taking up the entire of the doorway. Watching her in a way no one, not even Zac, ever had.
Lena sat up wide-eyed and pulled the sheet around her, aware she was wearing only her lace panties.
“We’ll leave if you ask us to,” said Kael.
“Or stay and just hold you if that’s all you want.”
Lena closed her eyes and felt her grandmother with her. Love isn’t easy but as essential to life as breathing.
She opened her eyes. “Be gentle,” she whispered.
The brothers looked at each other. Kael sat at the end of the bed, calm radiating from him as his hand rested on her sheet covered leg. Lincoln hesitated then sat beside her, an arm bringing her to his chest. It felt firm and solid, safe. She leaned against him as his hand went through her silky, blonde hair, lips kissing her forehead.
The electricity she had felt earlier now went through her in waves. Kael slowly pulled the sheet off her, tickling her legs as he admired her body. “You look like an exquisite art piece that touching might spoil,” he murmured.
Lena felt as if she had spent most of her life falling short of anyone’s assessment as a woman. For reasons she couldn’t fathom, these men seemed to like her just as she was. Kael read her thoughts and grinned. Both hands rubbed up and down her legs, alternating between a firm massage and a light tickle that set off goose bumps. Lincoln edged himself behind her so she could use him to rest against, and in doing so he was able to bring his arms around her, holding and protective, but then moving over her breasts. Lena had seriously considered having them reduced. But now as Lincoln made clear his appreciation, any lingering anxieties evaporated. He moaned with pleasure as his hands massaged her, circling her nipples and watching them harden and lengthen under his touch. He sank his lips into her hair, her neck and ears, nibbling and licking, savoring the taste of her.
Kael edged his fingers under each side of her panties then slowly pulled them down. Lena closed her eyes, wondering at how she had ever dared to let herself be so wanton. But each moment was more delicious than the last and seemed to be so right. She felt more at ease and comfortable with these two men than she ever had with Zac, even though he was family and she had known him all her life.
Kael, having removed her panties, stood and dropped his own briefs, his cock long and hard as he peeled a condom over it. Then he knelt between her legs, easing them apart as he licked the inside of one inner thigh and then the other. The feeling of his tongue tickling within an inch of her pussy but not going closer kept her on the edge. She hadn’t ever known she could stay suspended like this for so long and in such a state of pleasure.
Lincoln brought his lips over hers, a hot breathy kiss that became deeper and more insistent as he pinched her nipples. Kael moved his lips over a nipple, biting gently and then harder until pain and ecstasy seemed to blur and become one. It heightened her desire, and her pelvis was starting to grind as she increasingly wanted them to take her completely. Lincoln eased out from behind her to find a condom. Lena lay back on the pillow, and Kael pushed up her legs, his mouth now coming over her mound and searching out her clit.
Lena groaned as Kael dipped his tongue into her slit and tasted her pussy juices. His fingers on her lips separated them fully so he could access her with his tongue, pressing deep inside. The feeling was delicious, the writhing of her pelvis in time with Kael’s licking and thrusting creating an ever-increasing spiral until Lena moaned that she needed him inside her.
Kael tried a finger first, tentatively and gently, but deeper than his tongue had been, then sat beside her as Lincoln on her other side trailed his fingers over her slit and ran his tongue over her. But swapping again, Lincoln returned to kiss her lips and breasts as Kael knelt closer and eased his cock over her slit.
“Are you sure?” he whispered.
Lena had never been so sure of anything in her life. As they joined they both gasped, Lena wanting to suck him deeper and deeper into her, body and soul, as Kael, thrusting with a need that seemed to take him by surprise, brought them both to climax within less than a minute. Lena gasped as it coursed through her, but almost immediately wanted Lincoln, too. She pulled gently away from Kael and, pushing Lincoln onto his back, sat astride him, lowering herself onto the firm shaft that was more than ready.
The change in position and man sent Lena off again, as desperate for Lincoln to fill her as she had been Kael. It took longer this time, but again it seemed they were matched and in synchrony. Lincoln following her signals, and pulling her hips down onto him, he pushed harder. She arched back, and, squeezing, they both came, shuddering until they were finally spent.
There were no more dreams on this night, just a deep, peaceful sleep. It would be the last for many months.

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Thanks for the awesome post, Simone! All the best. ~ Blak Rayne

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