Five tips for a woman…
1. It is important that a man helps you around the house and has a job.
2. It is important that a man makes you laugh.
3. It is important to find a man you can count on and doesn't
lie to you.
4. It is important that a man loves you and spoils you.
5. It is important that these four men don't know each other.
I feel like I have been surrounded by drunken six-year-olds today whose sole aim has been to ask me annoying questions. I am an office manager, not a kindergarten teacher and Mondays are really bad for me. I dress myself in what I call assassin black, I arrive with a two gallon drum of coffee and it takes me at least twenty minutes before I can take my sunnies (sunglasses) off and accept I am trapped in the office for yet another Monday. Whinge, bitch, grizzle, moan. I immediately log into my personal email and confirm with Ethel, best friend and Batgirl look alike, that yes, Mondays suck badly. Ethel immediately follows this with her usual suggestion of “Let’s walk out on the count of three.” Its a little game we play as we bitch and moan about work. Are we happy little vegemites? Not at bloody work. You see we feel we are destined for better things. We just have to find them. So, after Ethel, the phone calls begin. People walk in and out of my office asking inane questions all day and you can only feign deafness for so long. Some people suspect I am not really hearing impaired and that I am ignoring them. You think? Then there are the people like, let’s call him Bob, on the phone that are hysterical because what I said would happen at 4pm did not happen. ‘Its 2:30pm Bob. Go away for 2 hours then come back to me okay?’ It’s been a day full of Bobs.
Have you entered my name Mr X contest yet? Email me on amarinda_jones@yahoo.com.au with some unusual or uncommon male names and I will pick the two names I like best – from two separate readers. I will give the winners their choice of any one of my current books on PDF. What unusual name can you come up with? Contest closes EST Midnight Monday 9th September. The two winners will be announced on Tuesday’s Amarinda blog.
I am sure you have read Kelly’s entry in the blog serial on www.kkirch.blogspot.com. OMG is all I will say. Check out the previous episode on www.annycook.blogspot.com. I used to think Anny was the sane one. But it’s actually me. My turn tomorrow, so come by and take a squiz
Avert your eyes if offended by sex and swearing. Keep reading if you’re not.
The Goddess Within – book one - excerpt – out now. Book two out Novemver 2007
The present
Mardi Keller screamed as the orgasm drove her face forward onto the floor.
“Oh God,” she panted out loud as Stryker continued to thrust hard and deep into her from behind. She clutched at the short pile of the carpet and thanked God that fate had brought this delicious man her way. Mardi pushed up and back against him feeling the heat of his balls as they slapped against her arse. Her knees were wobbly and her heart was pounding but she wanted all this man had to give. At the last hard thrust of his cock, Mardi shrieked in pleasure and fell to the floor gasping for breath. “Bloody hell you are good.”
Stryker laughed and dropped down on the ground beside Mardi, pulling her into his arms.
“You are beautiful,” he murmured against her lips as he kissed her softly.
“I have my moments.” And this was definitely one of them. Mardi looked into his eyes and for a split second saw her future.
“Marry me Miss Mardi.”
Mardi’s eyes snapped open with amazement. Of all the things she expected to hear this was not one of them. She pushed away from him in shock.
“What? Are you nuts?”
One hour ago
“She has the most luscious arse I have ever seen. My cock stands up and salutes every time she walks by. And those breasts. I just know they would be delicious to suck on.” The man’s voice was husky and low with barely contained passion as it came through the walkie-talkie on the desk. “And I adore red heads.”
“I tell you that man is talking about you Mardi!” Zipporah Scott turned and looked at her red headed friend.
“He is bloody not!” Mardi Keller scoffed at the suggestion.
“I reckon he is.” True Kinsella nodded her head in agreement. “You said these walkie talkies only have a range of two hundred metres. He has to be somewhere close by and how many red headed Goddesses are around here?” She licked her lips with interest. “That voice is so sexy I could come just listening to him.”
“You are both mad.” Mardi snorted with fond derision. They were her friends. She loved them but they were borderline insane sometimes.
“So why don’t you go and introduce yourself to the lady,” asked another male voice over the line.
“She has a touch-me-not look about her, like she would run away if she got the chance.” The first man said it as if he did not see that as a problem, more a challenge.
“Oh that is so you they are talking about. You have that ‘touch-me-not look down’ pat.” Clementine Caspar looked at her friend significantly.
“Not you too Clem!” Mardi reached over to turn the walkie-talkie off but she was greeted with a howl of protest. “These are not toys. They are supposed to be used in the warehouse for work.” Mardi was to use them to page the guys on the loading dock from her office. She never did as she thought they were rather dorky and really a bit of a boy’s toy which disappointed the dock workers as they liked to swagger around with them on their belts.
“So why do you tune them into listening to strangers conversations?”
“Because I get bored typing data all day.” Mardi needed something to keep her awake as she typed in endless purchase orders. The company she worked for dealt in import and export from the Australian head office in Brisbane. The job was monotonous and dull. As soon as Mardi had discovered she could pick up random chatter on some of the channels on the walkie-talkies, it kept her mind off daily grind of her work. However she had never heard this man before. Just hearing him sent a shiver up Mardi’s spine.
“You want to touch her don’t you?” The second man asked.
The women all looked at the walkie-talkie with anticipation.
“I would to lick her all over and make her so hot she begs me to slide on inside her.”
Posts
2 comments:
Hmmm. Maybe I should get a walkie-talkie. Sound much more interesting than what I'm listening to.
Me too. Especially if it results in that little excerpt an hour later.
Post a Comment