Friday, June 28, 2013

Book Blog Hop 6/28

Would you read a book just because of the hype?

That depends on the book and what it is about. If its something I'm interested in then I probably will read it which meaning asking my kindle friends if they have it so I can steal it :)  Twilight, I wanted to read the books after seeing the first movie came out. I've heard the Hunger Games books are good but I haven't wanted to read them, even again I did see the movie.  

I used to read ALOT of a fan fiction, now no so much anymore. I did read Fifty Shades of Gray when it was fan fiction and I'll admit I did read the first book and still didn't care for it again.

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Wordless Wednesdays Blog 6/26

So a little different, this song my "muse" gave me when I was in a bad place. Since then I have every song saved in my playlist.

"I stare at my reflection in the mirror
Why am I doing this to myself?
Losing my mind on a tiny error
I nearly left the real me on the shelf
No, no, no, no, no
Don't lose it all in the blur of the stars
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing
It's okay not to be okay
Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart
Tears don't mean you're losing
Everybody's bruising
Just be true to who you are
Who you are, who you are, who you are"

Monday, June 24, 2013

New Poetry: Yearn


Staring at a picture of my once lover
his green sparkling eyes
a smile that makes me melt

I think back when we were last together
submitting my body and mind
into your hands for a night of
unforgettable lust

does he know how hungry I am for him 
how his fading scent sets me on fire
making my throat dry, my knees weak

does he ache for me in carnal ways
does he grope his growing cock 
fantasizing about me, us

Imagining his slow firm movements 
my own swollen nub enticing my touch
thinking about his cock breaching me

does he lust after me like I do for him
my lust for him takes over 
filling me with desire 

I tremble at these thoughts
Hearing him whispering my name 
in my mind,coming together in union

Thoughts of you still make me burn
yearn for your touch
wishing we never parted ways

2013 Jennifer Dante

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Wordless Wednesday 6/19

These images are how I've been feeling as of lately. Perhaps a poem will come from them soon.
Storm Warning

Monday, June 17, 2013

New Poetry: A Special View

A Special View

I sit across from you in a chair, 
naked, defenseless, stripped of clothing
I should feel embarrassed
but watching your eyes gloss over bare body
I see the lust in your eyes, it sends a shiver down my spine
The lick of you lips, as if you are already tasting my honey from between my legs

I play a game with you, feeling a new bold confidence you have given me.
A wicked smile adorn my pink lips
A finger travels down the side of my neck, to the right breast
encircling the pretty pink pearl, making it standing at attention
Repeating the same movement on the left breast

My eyes look across the room to him
He adjusted the rising bugle under the  stretched zipper of his slacks
His eyes watching my hands calculated movements
 I begin to play with myself

Licking my index finger, my hands moved between my parted legs
Opening up the swollen folds, I slide a finger down catching the honey
A moan pass my lips, a deep growl from his
The sensitive bud grows, wetness coating my fingers
Giving you a private show of intimate act

Looking across the room, you were giving me show of your own
Pants, moans, calling out each others name
In a frenzy, we both pleasured ourselves alone
before coming together as one to repeat

2013 Jennifer Dante

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Happy Fathers Day: Memories with my own Father

I wanted to share some old photos and stories about my father named Dante.  My father is a gentle old soul. He was born and raised in Italy and came over to America over 60 years ago where he met and married my mother.  He was and still is a hard work even thou he has been retired for years.  He always made sure that his three children where happy as well as his wife.  My father worked many jobs and long nights so that my mother could stay home and take care of us.  My father instilled alot of values in us growing up.  

I was the youngest and "daddy's little girl".  If mom ever said no, I went straight to him.When I was younger, I was always by his side.  Even now as an adult, I realize I much like him as parent with my own child.

My dad loved the beach, so we headed to the beach, my mom would stay behind at the trailer with my aunt and my father would pack up the car and take the ocean.

I got all "dressed up" to help my father work on the car.  As you can apparently my Big Wheel need some "fixing"

Lastly, building snowman with my father.  No matter how much snow was on the ground, he would always help me make one, carrots and all.

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Book Blog Hop 6/14

What is your favorite genre? (what genre to you read the most of)

When I was in my teens, I read R.L. Stine books, the young adult ones that were mysteries. I remember going to the library and heading straight for them, grabbing whatever ones I hadn't read yet. However now, I read mostly Paranormal fiction books mostly and some good Erotic books.  However I will say I have started reading the Rough Riders Series by Lorelei James. I have heard they are really good books from others.  I'm half way done with book one and I do say its keeping me wanting to more, just need to find the time to finish it

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

New Poetry: In Heat

In Heat

His hot breath against my heated skin. Beads of sweat dripping between my supple breasts.  The room was thick with heat, and lust. Locks of my hair tangled up in knots, pressed against my skin. 
My erect peaks pushing through the flimsy cotton bra, begging for his attention. In a swift motion, he rips away the rest of my scantily clad clothing, leaving me naked laying before him.Static electricity passes between us, awakening every sense of my body. A finger slides down the opening of my folds,  I was hot and wet from all our previous teasing. My heart starts to pulsing in my ears watching him crawl up my body with lust filled eyes. His head dips down between my legs to tease me with his tongue.  I chanted his named, begging for more of him. His skilled tongue left my clit, replacing it with his thick, hard cock. Our hips rocked together in perfect rhythm.

2013 Jennifer Dante

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Wordless Wednesdays June 5th

This weeks' images are inspired by a short story I'm writing that takes place in Miami Beach,  FL. 

Monday, June 3, 2013

New Poetry: Seductive


Caress my sleek curves
Your fingertips memorizing each line

The flat of your tongue 
Tasting my sweeten skin

Making a path down my body with your mouth and fingers
Ripping away my barely there panties

Rough fingers spreading my thighs
Taste my velvety cream with your tongue

My body bucking under your wicked touch
Satiate my aching body

2013 Jennifer Dante