The Grudge

Pressed tight to the wall

Hands manipulating the ties that bind

Releasing the stays that shape

Hard hands taking its place

Please…Please…Please

Pinching nipples forming stiff peaks

Cool tile pressed to flesh

Skin manipulated from behind

Nails scraping down shoulders

Need…Need…Need

Hardness slowly sliding from behind

Abated breath waiting for the plunge

My body begging for you to please

Finger tips following curves

Tease…Tease…Tease

Gripping hips pulling in closer

Pressing down shoulders till ankles grabbed

Sweet hardness sliding slowly to the spot

Cries and moans echoing off the walls

Finally…Finally…Finally

Sounds of flesh meeting flesh

Reaching for the floor to press up for more

Abuse my body like it’s the last that will sheath you

That moment frozen in time

Begging…Begging…Begging

To take me harder

Urging for more yet wanting to endure

Dropping to my knees

Making easier for you to please

Harder…Harder…Harder

Your cock stretching me

Pounding me

Loving me

Hating me

Grudge…Grudge…Grudge

Rubbing clit furiously

Wanting this one last moment

To be done before it’s even begun

Hips finally matching thrusts

Fuck…Fuck…Fuck

Walls clamping

Cock shuddering

Earth shattering

Tear spilling

The last words to spill forth

Thanks for the last…you know where the door is

As I turn and leave you breathing on the floor….

Hello all!!

As some of you know I am preparing for a busy few weeks. I am getting ready to head up to Idaho to help out some dear friends of mine for a span of about three weeks. As soon as my school money comes in I will be finishing registration and starting school about a week after I come back from the land of Idaho and then from there I will also be moving from one apartment to another up the street from where I am currently sitting.

If I seem to be absent during the course of this please know that I will be watching and commenting as much as possible. I know that I will be going through regular spans of withdrawals from all of you in the mean time!

Keeps your eyes open though, I have a lot of writing that I'm working on and I also have a few blog ideas that will be coming in the future!!!

I need to send a big THANKS out to Celis T. Rono again. She has yet again posted another of my stories up on her blog along with a short author's bio. I hope to see you there!!!

http://celisrono.wordpress.com/2009/07/21/sherri-kirbis-the-meeting/

Celis is also hosting a fabulous contest that coincides with the release of her novel That Which Bites, available on Amazon and from Barnes and Noble. Please take a moment to check out her page:

http://www.myspace.com/447761059

and her contest:

Book launch contest has begun. The prizes: iPod Nano, iShuffle,& signed copy of That Which Bites.. Sign up for the raffle: http://bittenbybooks.com/?p=9300#more-9300

In the meantime I hope that all of you are doing more than well.

Much Love,
xoxox
Sherri


I'm outs for now...
*MUAH*

Stolen From: ~MisChief~ : Hey You.....Come Over Here and Get...TAGGED

 Once you have read mine (and made whatever comments you want if you want) take the different subject lines and create one of your own. Let us get to know you a bit better!

10 Things I’d like to Say to 10 Different People

1.       I watch you hurt and I can’t stand it. I’d like to stand up and defend you but the best I can really do is sit and listen and / or be your shoulder to cry on.

2.       If you are unhappy you need to speak the God’s honest truth and sever the ties that this person has tied to you. You deserve more than you are getting in this situation.

3.       Get real, grow up and get a fucking job! The man on a white horse in shining armor isn’t going to show up and save your ass!

4.       If that is what is truly going to make you happy baby girl, than go for it!

5.       You are so miserable in your profession and it is making you such a hard and bitter person, especially with how you isolate yourself from everyone that loves you!

6.       Hold my heart carefully; you don’t realize how much power you have over it or how much you can hurt it.

7.       I’ve enjoyed getting to know you more than you realize.

8.       You’ve walked all over me for the last time; kryptonite or not I’m through with you.

9.       I know you are being brought up in a rough situation but you need to always know that if you need me, no matter where in the world I am, I’ll be right here for you.

10.   Get over your fantasy fucking life and realize that the reality of the situation that you are in is not what you are dreaming, the life you thought you had is in fact gone you nasty devious raunchy deceitful lying BITCH.

9 Things about Me

1.       I need and crave change on a constant level.

2.       I dream of the day my writing has gone somewhere.

3.       I stand up for who and what I believe in no matter what others may think of me afterwards.

4.       My biggest fears are failure and commitment.

5.       I’m returning to school to get my degree in Paralegal.

6.       I was a psychology major until the murder of my niece and I came to the conclusion that I couldn’t handle being able to separate job from home.

7.       I have lived in Depew, NY; Buffalo, NY; Penn Valley, CA; Grass Valley, CA; Truckee, CA; Cortez, CO; Whitefish, MT; Kalispell, MT; San Diego, CA; Lititz, PA; and Reno, NV.

8.       I read up to several books a week.

9.       I have lived through things that some only hear about on the news or in horror stories and I’m still here to tell the tales, I’m stronger than most realize.

8 Ways to Win My Heart

1.       Don’t try to change me or fix me I’m not broken.

2.       Listen when I talk, really listen.

3.       Support me in my endeavors.

4.       Make me laugh.

5.       Rub my face while I fall asleep.

6.       Bring me coffee in bed before the alarm goes off.

7.       Share with me your mind, wants, needs, desires and secrets.

8.       Show me what you feel when you are feeling it.

7 Things That Often Cross My Mind

1.       Working on the book that I am writing.

2.       Money troubles

3.       Work

4.       Friends

5.       How to accomplish my goals

6.       Losing weight

7.       Living up to my potential

6 Things I do Before Bed

1.       Smoke

2.       Read

3.       MySpace

4.       Set timer on TV

5.       Brush Teeth

6.       Pee

5 People That Mean a Lot to Me

1.       Kadon

2.       Josh

3.       Vicki

4.       Carla

5.       Brandy

4 Things That I Am Wearing

1.       Headband

2.       Flip Flops

3.       PJs

4.       Glasses

3 Songs/Artists I Listen To a Lot

1.       Broken Hearts Parade (Good Charlotte)

2.       F*** You (Lily Allen)

3.       Decode (Paramore)

2 Things I Want To Do Before I Die

1.       Travel extensively

2.       Be published

1 Confession

It was harder to change me into being someone that is strong and independent. I lived a more codependent life than anyone, including myself, realized. I always had to be the person that everyone else wanted me to be. Now I live for me and my wants and needs regardless. Harder still to remove the mask I hid me behind to show others there was a whole different person behind the face they usually saw. The saddest part was that it took the death of my niece to wake me up to myself.

Dark Wanting

By: Sherri Kirbis

She woke to the scent of vanilla heavy in the air feeling the satin sheets slide against her naked skin and remembering earlier in the evening. Moving her mass of tangled red hair out of her face then trailed the back side of her hand down her face, fingers rubbing her against lips that still tingled from his more than passionate kisses. Remembering his hot mouth against hers and the dance their tongues went on started to create a tightening below. Rolling over on her side she looked to see if Jadon was sleeping, only to find his side of the bed empty. Calling out his name only proved to be futile. Wanting to cry out in frustration; knowing it wouldn’t help the tension building in her body. The ghost of him still clung to her like a second sheet. His hands were cupping her breasts up towards his eager mouth, his tongue lavishing the stiff peak. She arched up into the phantom mouth, hands tearing at the sheets since there was nothing really there for her to hold.

Her hand slid down her body caught in the memories of his body tantalizing her.  Body still slick from the oils they had used earlier in the night. One hand pulling on her taught nipple she moved it up into her own mouth suckling on the stiff peak, as she spread her legs wide and slowly started rubbing her clit and making herself gasp. She went lower and circling her opening with a finger before slowly sliding it in. She rocked her hips up into her finger adding in another. She writhed on the bed while slowly fucking herself. Frustration melting into a hunger of need as she thumbed her clit and rolled over onto her stomach. With her ass up in the air and her face buried into the pillows she slid in a third finger and pressed her thighs tighter together.

She remembered the weight of his hard body slamming up against her. The sound of his skin while it slapped on the back of her, the thrust of his hard cock filling her tight sheath fully. Spreading her legs and taking him deeper while reaching between the now opened space and taking the weight of his balls into her hand. Her thumb was rubbing in between both of his balls crying out for him to fuck her harder.

Jadon was watching all the while from the shadows of the room. The torture of his vision but not his touch brought about a bemused smile across his lips. Idly his hands stroked his cock while watching her batter her pussy, trying to bring an orgasm that was futile with the incubus’s power riding throughout the room. He almost chuckled aloud while she writhed on her knees sobbing for a release that only he could provide her now. He lapped up her frustration and wanton need of him as if it were cream in a dish. With shadow hand he pressed down on her shoulders and made more of his form known to her as his hips slid up as if he were filling her tight pussy with the cock that was only in his hand. The luscious globes of her ass hung in the air taunting him. For the first time in centuries he found himself wanting the mere mortal before him. He tried to puzzle out the meaning of this while immensely enjoying watching the insanity burn over her eyes.

Saphira rolled on to her back, hooking her ankles onto the foot board. One hand spreading her labia while the other was restlessly circling her clit, fingers not long enough to give her the penetration that she so desperately craved. A scream tore at her throat as her hips pumped into her hand; she sobbed begging for a relief that showed no sign of emerging. The tightness bringing tears to her eyes as she furiously masturbated, clit growing painful with each stroke. She was so wet that it felt as if though a river flowed from between her legs. Still feeling his body on hers was maddening. The sensation of his skin beneath her finger tips as she raked the skin on his back. How his ass filled her hands as she pulled him into herself wanting to climb beneath his skin. She loved the feel of the ridges of his muscle beneath her tongue, his hairless body that glistened in the candlelight. Reaching up she raked at her own skin and let a scream worthy of an Amazon warrior, renting out into the night. The scratches down her neck formed a small pool of blood in the hollow of her throat, slowly rolling down her breasts as she continued to rock herself.

Jadon was mesmerized by her. The way the blood trickling down her neck and chest made his own blood pulse harder through his veins. An over whelming need flushed through his body. It alone was a curious emotion for him but he could no longer stand the torture of watching her in pain. What usually brought him pleasure and fed him so thoroughly he found maddening in a new way. Confusion flitted through his psyche for only a moment before he realized that his cock felt like pulsing steel in his hand. His body was crying out to give Saphira the release she was so desperately craving. He moved through the shadows as if one until he reached the bed and shimmered into her view.

Her mouth formed a perfect O as she took in his appearance. Tears trickled out of her eyes as he stood before her. She begged him to come to her, to put out the flames that were flushing her skin. He leaned over and lapped up the blood on her chest and then turned to kiss her. Their tongues dancing a tango that stoked the flames of need licking at both of their skins. Knowing that she was ready for him he quickly plunged his hard cock into her without hesitation. She screamed his name as she tore at his hair and skin. Begging for more of him to fill her he pushed her down onto the bed and spread her legs as far as they would go. His cock pumping into her as if the hounds from hell were chasing after them, relentlessly sliding against the slick folds of her. She shifted up suddenly and bit hard into his chest, driving him on further. Letting go of her legs he grabbed for her nipples pulling on them hard. The distended buds rolling between his fingers caused her to whimper. Their mating finally hitting a crescendo with his seed filling her as her walls clamped down hard around his cock demanding every last piece. He fell into a sweaty heap on top of her, only to find that she was still not satiated. His magic was too strong for even himself to fulfill. She rolled him over and straddled him riding his half rigid penis. Saphira was begging for him to fill her more as he tried to explain that he was too sensitive for her to keep moving on top of him, her scream being the only response that she could muster as he watched the madness that was evident in her eyes.

He cursed himself and what he was at that moment. Sighing, he slowly brought himself to the painful point of full erection and let her ride him to her content. Her full breasts gleaming with sweat were inviting to his hands as he cupped them. She leaned forward and offered the distended nubs into his mouth. Her nails clawing into his shoulders and drawing blood, if he didn’t know better he would have thought they were claws digging into his flesh. Pushing her forward he took a look into her eyes and watched them glow with a strange light. Fearing what his magic had turned her into. He closed his magic off as soon as he saw the strange light from her eyes drawing another frustrated scream out of her as she came hard on him and lost his magic all at once. In sweaty heaps they collapsed against one another.

Lifting her hair out of her face he asked for her to open her eyes. Gently she acquiesced, showing him the stormy grey eyes no longer showing the light. He breathed a sigh of relief knowing she wasn’t crossing over into either death or into being succubae. He couldn’t stand to lose her after he had spent an eternity for one such as her.  He chanted her name as if it were the sweetest sound. Saphira becoming a mantra that calmed his worried nerves and driving back the fear that had started to chill his bones. Whispering to her he explained who and what he was, hoping that she wouldn’t banish him for what he had wrought upon her. He closed his eyes and waited for the litany of screams that he knew he deserved yet again to only be confused. It was her laughter that floated through the room, filling it and making his heart feel whole. Only to find that she thought he was silly for not realizing that he had not only found her but she had called like power to like. Scenting her he found out what he should have already known upon meeting her, she was already of succubae. He cursed then found himself laughing alongside of her.

Clasping her to him he whispered what things he dreamed of doing to her. At that she switched on the magic she contained yet had hidden from him. His power flared and matched her own; need filling both of them completely.

In darkness it left them not only forever wanting but finding the perfect mate.

Strong Independent Women, this is for you:

A strong independent woman is someone who isn’t afraid to stand up for what she believes in.

A strong independent woman can work a full day either out in the world or in the home and still takes on more than she can handle.

A strong independent woman fights for those she loves.

A strong independent woman stays up all night to fix what her family needs and still carries through the following day as if though nothing has happened.

A strong independent woman always makes sure that her loved ones know that she cares.

A strong independent woman takes life in stride no matter how much at times it may weigh her down.

A strong independent woman isn’t afraid to speak her mind.

A strong independent woman cares for her family in every way possible and then some.

Yet, she knows….

She knows when it is okay to be weak and lean on those that can be strong for her.

She knows how to be a gentle lover and hold you the way that you need to be held.

She knows how to be strong even when there seems to be no strength left.

She knows how to love even when she is afraid of it.

She knows how to kiss away the pain when life is tearing you down.

She knows just the right story to read when tucking in the children at night.

She knows how to give respect to others and not tread where she shouldn’t be unless she is needed.

And most of all: She knows how to get up and do it all again the next day.

This is for all those women out there who hold and heal others. Who take care of their children and weather all of their storms with them. Who go out into the world and KICK ASS every day. For those of you who are there for their friends no matter what the hour because you are needed. Who don't go around playing the blame game. Who stand up and take it on the chin when they know they are wrong.

In your way you are super heroes!

Much to you….I’m outs…

xoxox

Sherri