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   Flying high with some guy in the sky was never a fantasy Amanda Prescott ever indulged in.  At 50, the sexy widow wants to build her deceased husband's company to world class status--starting in the Middle East.

   So when she hires 35-year-old ex-Marine Jake Wilcox as her bodyguard, Amanda anticipates the flight to Dubai in her private jet will be a tantalizing opportunity to feast her eyes on Jake's toned body.

A nibble of this cherry?

Intro to scene:

Sizing up the curvy boss lady, Jake realizes what Amanda really needs to seal the deal in Dubai is to display the allure of a demanding, confident woman. And what better way to help her rediscover assertiveness than a few hot hours in mile-high ecstasy?  His skill brings out the naughty side in Amanda, showing her pleasure and dominance are a delicious combo.  But when the plane lands, will Amanda be able to assert her power position to seal the deal in both business and love? 

Copyright 2009 Cerise DeLand. All rights reserved.

What she wanted now was more of Jake Wilcox. More of his hands and lips all over her.  She wanted his unabashed sexuality. His humor. His persistence. So virile and rational. Yes, she wanted him badly.

Argggh! She headed for her balcony, slid open the doors, rubbed her arms and leaned on the rail to gaze out over the alabaster city of Dubai just now waking to dawn. I am awakening to the consequences of what I have done. And what I must do. What I must ask him.

She whirled for the connecting door. Just as she reached out to open it, three loud knocks sounded. She pulled it open to see Jake standing there, bare to the waist, blond hair wet from his shower, a pair of lounge pants hanging on his jutting hip bones. And in his eyes, was the sweet, appealing look of a little boy who had lost his way.

“How are you?” he rasped.

“Well, now that I—” Oh, what the hell, she’d come so far with him—she’d come so often with him, she could be real with him about other things, couldn’t she? Shouldn’t she? “Now that I see you again, I’m better.”

He hauled her up in his arms and clamped her so tightly that he squeezed the air out of her. “Thank God. I worried.” He claimed her mouth in a marauder’s kiss. “You know any time you can say this never happened—and I’ll play it like that.” He framed her face with his huge hot hands. “I’ll be the good little employee.”

She chuckled. “I want you,” she kissed him back, “to be the big bad lover.”

          He swept her up in his arms and strode toward her bedroom. “Just my thought.” Then he laid her tenderly down. He posed her just so, hair fanned on the silken cover, arms out like his sacrifice, legs pressed against her chest as he bent and spread her out as if she were his prize. “I need you. I’m addicted.”
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And while you're in the mood for fast, might you also fancy a quick trip to Paris?
Delish.
Here is my Paris Expose!

Paris Expose:

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A young American artist moves to Paris, opens her curtains one morning and there is the most delicious man. Naked.

A nibble?
Copyright 2009 Cerise DeLand. All rights reserved.

Come soon, Andre. She glanced over to the

mantel clock. Ten minutes after ten. Late. Where was he?

As if on cue, he strolled into view in his window opposite hers.

           As every day before, his beauty took her breath

away.

He was a big man, sculpted but lithe, filling the

window and her whole world with his black-haired

handsomeness. This morning, as each one before, he

grinned at her as his cock rose to greet her without

putting a finger to himself—just by staring at her—

and grinning. Today, he smoked no cigarette but

glanced down at his cock as it filled with blue-veined

desire and reached toward her. His long winged

brows arched as he taunted her with a few pumps of

his cock, making her cunt juice up as he pulled his

thick head to a blunt point and rubbed the tip when

drops of cum appeared. Then, just as his lambent

eyes began to close, just as she became breathless

and fearful he would step back into the shadows of

his condo, she jumped up from the arm of the sofa.

“Don’t go,” she pleaded in English, as if he could

hear her.

He paused, noting her approach. It was

different, new, to interrupt him.

Dee swallowed all her inhibitions and did the

one thing she had planned for this morning.

She grasped her shirt at the hem, pulled it over

her head and threw it aside. Shaking out her long

blonde hair so that her fat finger curls draped

around her naked nipples, she paused to catch her

breath.

Did she imagine that he caught his?

Yes, he had. He was immobile as a statue,

focused on her. She glanced down at how her areolas

pointed toward him and she preened, grinning at

him.

His lush mouth spread wide in delight. And he

arched a black brow at her as if to ask, what else?

She tipped her head and laughed lightly. Then

she reached in back of her to flick open the button on

her skirt, and in one shimmy, the thing fell to the

floor.

She raised her face to view his. And oh, she was

not disappointed.

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PARIS EXPOSE, another nibble

Here's a tiny bite of my newest cherry, PARIS EXPOSE (from www.thewilderroses.com )
Clasping her hand in his, he led her from the café out into the Rue DaGuerre and in three more
Steps, through a small unmarked robin’s egg
blue door. Then up the stairs, they went. With his
hand on the knob of the door at the top, Andre faced
her. “This is the first of many places I wish to show
you. In each is a different delight. Only one rule
exists.”
“Which is?”
“If you wish not to proceed, you may refuse me—
and we will go no further. Agreed?”
Meaning he would honor her choice, but if she
refused, she would lose the chance to make love with
him? Just how courageous are you, Dee? She needed
to learn. “Oui.”
“Bon. You must do this freely or the joy will not
be there. And joy is what we are after, eh?”
She licked her lips, her head spinning with
anticipation—and curiosity.
Inside, the lighting was dim, the walls a soft
silver silk brocade from which light reflected subtly.
Dee followed Andre’s lead and when her eyes
adjusted to the darkness, she halted at the sight
before her. Along the walls were individual recesses
and in each stood a chair, a couch or a chaise longue
and upon each was a couple in various stages of
undress—and love making.

PARIS EXPOSE out today

Come soon, Andre. She glanced over to the
mantel clock. Ten minutes after ten. Where was he?
As if on cue, he strolled into view.
As every day before, his beauty took her breath
away.
He was a big man, sculpted but lithe, filling the
window and her whole world with his black-haired
handsomeness. This morning, as each one before, he
grinned at her as his cock rose to greet her without
putting a finger to himself—just by staring at her—
and grinning. Today, he smoked no cigarette but
glanced down at his cock as it filled with blue-veined
desire and reached toward her. His long winged
brows arched as he taunted her with a few pumps of
his cock, making her cunt juice up as he pulled his
thick head to a blunt point and rubbed the tip when
drops of cum appeared. Then, just as his lambent
eyes began to close, just as she became breathless
and fearful he would step back into the shadows of
his condo, she jumped up from the arm of the sofa.
“Don’t go,” she pleaded in English, as if he could
hear her.
He paused, noting her approach. It was
different, new, to interrupt him.
Dee swallowed all her inhibitions and did the
one thing she had planned for this morning.
She grasped her shirt at the hem, pulled it over
her head and threw it aside. Shaking out her long
blonde hair so that her fat finger curls draped
around her naked nipples, she paused to catch her
breath.
Did she imagine that he caught his?
Yes, he had. He was immobile as a statue,
focused on her. She glanced down at how her areolas
pointed toward him and she preened, grinning at
him.
His lush mouth spread wide in delight. And he
arched a black brow at her as if to ask, what else?
She tipped her head and laughed lightly. Then
she reached in back of her to flick open the button on
her skirt, and in one shimmy, the thing fell to the
floor.
She raised her face to view his. And oh, she was
not disappointed. (copyright 2009, Cerise DeLand)

A bite of PARIS EXPOSE!

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Try a bite of my newest from www.thewilderroses.com, PARIS EXPOSE:
"Tell me why you are in Paris," Andre pressed closer, inhaling the scent Deanne has pressed to her throat, her nipples and her cunt.
"To become inspired--and courageous," she told him truthfully--and then to show him she was bold, she spread her legs to allow him full access.
He lifted one corner of his handsome mouth, smiling, as he slid his hand quickly to her pussy. And paused. Shock froze his features as he whispered, "Ma cherie, what have you done?"
She smiled at him, proud of herself as she nestled her mound more closely into his hand. "With you, I did not think I would need any clothes."
His eyes drifted closed as his fingers traced her slit. "You need only me to cover your lovely skin." His fingers tangled in her pussy hair and tugged to have her open her thighs wider.