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The Rake in the Lake by Dita Parker

On a balmy night
By the blue moon’s light
I heard in my head
“Do get out of bed”

I was drawn through the door
To a room with no floor
Sleepy, awake
I stepped in a lake

When what did I hear
Somewhere quite near
On a monstrous splash
Huge waves did crash

Then, a chilling sound
Like a wounded hound
“Do you see me, fair lady?”
A man suddenly asked
His voice was silky
Eyes carefully masked

“You are quite the treasure
Would you care for some pleasure?
I mean you no harm”
I fell for his charm

I don’t know why
His clothes were bone-dry
He looked delicious
But also quite vicious

What I saw in his eyes
As he stared at my thighs
My fears, it shattered
Then, nothing else mattered

He circled my waist
Asked, “May I have a taste?”
Kneaded my hips
As he went for my lips

One hand found my breast
Oh, I gripped at his chest
My neck, he nipped
My head, it tipped

Slowly his mouth
Headed down south
Closed in on a nipple
“I need you like tipple”

He licked, he sucked
Switched sides, I ducked
“You enjoy my touch?”
“I do, oh so much”

I could not understand
The strength of my yearning
All I knew was him
All I knew I was burning

“Please, oh please
I can’t stand it
Don’t tease”

He circled my clit
With one broad finger
I cried out for more
He did not linger

On a smooth glide
He thrust inside
Found my cream
“You feel like a dream”
“You, sir, you feel quite thick”
“And you, sweet lady, are terribly slick”

With the weight of his stare
He kept me right there
Picked up pace
As he stared at my face
Watched me soar
Soar like never before

“Come,” he whispered
“For your release
Will bring us both
Unspeakable peace”

“Come, fair lady
Draw your last breath
Come, sweet lady
Join me in death”

My body did spasm
With impending orgasm
Then what he said slowly sunk in
On a scream I shrunk back and started to swim

Behind me a splash and a heart-wrenching roar
As I found firm footing and scrambled ashore
I turned to look and saw he was gone
The light of the moon had surrendered to dawn

I know not how or with what powers
Ten minutes with him had turned into hours
After all these years I can’t help but wonder
What spell he cast and how I fell under

I feel for him
All alone in that lake
Shed a tear within
For my dead sexy rake

Rake in the Lake

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The Dom Who Haunts Me – A Scary, Sexy, Halloween Story

Trinity Merris stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror and poked at the bags on top of the dark circles under her eyes. These were her fault, not his. The time he spent with her was like a time warp, feeling like hours to her, but taking only minutes, according to the clock.

She was the one who forced her eyes to stay open every night, afraid to fall asleep. Afraid of the attachment she’d formed to him.

“It’s Halloween. The last day. I can do this.”

For the past thirty days, since moving into this spooky old house on a secluded piece of land south of San Antonio, her nights had been haunted and far too satisfying.

The Bad Cowboy, she called him. Black eyes and a tanned face under a dark brown cowboy hat. His plaid shirt only half buttoned under a leather vest, jeans, boots, and a shiny belt buckle. She’d never seen him in real life. She’d remembered him if she had. She’d always had a thing for cowboys.

He’d shown up for the first time October 1. “Howdy, ma’am,” he’d drawled. “Welcome home.” Slowly kissing his way from her toes to her lips, he pleasured every inch of flesh in between. His mouth possessed her pussy, knowing exactly what to do to make her hot, manic, and screaming with pleasure. Then he was gone.

She’d woken, feeling the wetness between her thighs that her throbbing pussy created from the intense orgasm. Smiling, she’d gone back to sleep, promising herself she’d remember that hot dream.

She didn’t have to remember. He came back the next night. He started the exact same way, kissing, licking, and sending her skyrocketing with his talented mouth. But he didn’t leave then. He’d flipped her over and use his piggin’ string to tie her wrists above her head.

Using a length of rope that was unraveled at one end to make a homemade flogger, he’d start slowly with soft, scratching touches of the rope on her ass and thighs. When her core clenched and need wrenched through her, he’d use his fingers in her pussy and on her clit to bring her to orgasm number two.

The next night, the first orgasm was at the pleasure of his tongue. The second, at the mercy of his clever fingers. But that third night, after she’d caught her breath, he’d turn her over and stood back, using the leather tip of a bullwhip on the fronts of her thighs. Her body quivered with desire as the pleasure and pain drove her insane with a sparkling release.

He’d lifted her hips then, and plunged his hard cock deep into her core and the orgasm that overtook her shot her backward over the edge of a cliff where she freefell until landing back on her soft bed. Alone.

Every night after that, he added another wickedly sensual torture, a new, naughty toy, a belt, a chain, a flogger. Pleasing her so often every night that she woke quivering…but satisfied. And being intentionally between boyfriends, Bad Cowboy had come just at the right time.

She lay in bed trying to stay awake but too many nights of spent denying herself sleep to keep the cowboy Dom from her head had caught up with her. Seconds later, he was there, kissing his way from her toes to her thighs and making her wild for more.

What seemed like days later, but she knew was only minutes, he’d given her the thirty-first orgasm of the night, and stepped back, his clothes instantly reappearing on his body.

As he started to fade, she sat up. “Wait. Will I ever see you again?”

“I’ll be back, Miss Trinity.”

“Next October?” Why did the thought of a whole year without him panic her?

“Ma’am, you moved into my house.” He stood over her. “Now, you belong to me. You’re my sweet little sub, and I’ve taken a mighty awesome shine to you.” He faded a bit. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“And we start over at one?”

He laughed, a dark, deep chuckle. “You best get some sleep, little lady. There is no starting over.”


Have you ever had a dream – a sexy dream – where you wake up and think there was actually someone making love to you?  

Have a scary, sexy night tonight! Mwahahahaha!
Randi “Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”
Turn Up the Heat, Chase and Seduction, and Her Cowboy Stud are available at The Wild Rose Press and Amazon
Cowboy Bad Boys is available in digital format at Smashwords and Amazon
and in paperback from Createspace and at Amazon
Cowboy Lust is available in paperback and Kindle format at Amazon

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