Frisky Allie – #SexySnippets

At a celebratory dinner with Paxton, Alissa decides to show us more of her frisky side in this week’s Sexy Snippets for The Nuthouse Scribblers. You’ve got to love a woman who knows what she wants and Alissa sure proves that in Once Written, Twice Shy.

Once Written Twice Shy

“I’ll tell you what I crave, Paxton,” she said, nipping my jaw and pulled away enough to look me in the eyes.  “I want your lips all over me.  I want to feel your hands caress my skin.  I need your hard throbbing dick inside my wet pussy.”  She smirked when my fork fell out of my hand and I was forced to clamp my dropped jaw shut to swallow the sudden abundance of saliva that had materialized.  “Baby, I want you so deep inside of me that when we fall apart, I want to do it again, and again, and-”

I grabbed the back of her neck with one hand and crushed my lips to hers. 

What’s a Little Driver Distraction for Anticipation’s Sake? – #SexySnippets

Hey ladies! Ever wondered how to make a drive home from a date more interesting? Well Alissa sure as hell knows how to crank things up a degree or thirty! Check out this week’s Sexy Snippets for The Nuthouse Scribblers from Once Written, Twice Shy.

Once Written Twice Shy

The devil woman had her hand under the skirt of her dress and was pleasuring herself.

“Baby,” I gulped, “you’re killing me here.”

“Mmm,” she said and when I turned to her at the next set of lights, she was watching me. She smirked and took her glistening fingers and put them to her mouth to suck on one of them.

“God help me,” I said and bounced my head against the headrest to my seat before looking at her again.

She brought her hand up to my mouth and I grabbed her wrist with one hand and held her gaze as I tantalized her two coated fingers with my teeth and tongue like a rabid dog.

“Just so you know, you’ll have to hold off a bit longer once we get home,” she said and threw in a wicked smile.

“Fuck me.” I groaned.

“That’s the plan, baby.”

Appearances… When the Ex Comes to Play – #SexySnippets

Things come crashing down with Alissa (Once Written, Twice Shy) in this week’s Sexy Snippets for The Nuthouse Scribblers.

Once Written Twice Shy Full

“Julie, what’s going on?” She couldn’t answer me fast enough and after several seconds, I pushed. “Julie!”

“I’m pregnant.”

I heard the crash of broken glass which caused my head to snap in the sound’s direction. Shit! Alissa stood in the kitchen’s entrance, looking pale. Jasper was there holding her hand, looking down at the mess.

My son tugged on Alissa’s hand and handed her his juice box when she looked at him. “I know where the broom is, Allie. I’ll go get it,” he said and rushed off.

I stepped toward her when Jasper was well out of earshot. “Alissa,” I said but the shake of her head told me she didn’t want me near her and I halted all forward progress. “It’s not-“

When Secrets Come out – #SexySnippets

“I can’t do this,” I said and took a step back, my gaze averted.

Her hands froze and she slumped back to sit on her knees. “Why?” The look of complete confusion mixed with rejection and disappointment on her face just about did me in.

What had I done?

I dropped to my knees in front of her and grabbed her hands before she could move away from me.

I sighed. “Let me explain.” She stayed silent and unmoving. “Promise me you won’t leave until you’ve heard me out.”

Now what could Paxton from Once Written, Twice Shy, possibly be hiding in this week’s Sexy Snippets for The Nuthouse Scribbler?

If You Can’t Take the Heat, Take-Out Instead of Kitchen – #SexySnippets

When attraction dictates actions, you never know which flames you might be fanning in a kitchen! This week’s selection for The Nuthouse Scribblers’ Sexy Snippets come from Once Written, Twice Shy.

Alissa said, “Is it me or is it getting hot in here?”

From the corner of my eye, something captured my attention and I turned to see what it was.

Our indulgence had resulted in yet another mess. The potatoes were an over-boiled pile of mush; the braised chops were charred as its pan had caught fire; and the gravy did thicken–to the consistency of a dried up hockey puck stuck to the bottom of its pot. Suffice to say, dinner was effectively ruined.

She was giggling into my back after I had managed to put a stop to the tiny blaze with the help of a box of baking soda and an expired kitchen fire extinguisher.

“How do you feel about take-out?” I asked over my shoulder.

“I think it’s a safer bet.”