Well Damn-Sexy is Back #2

IMG_8681He traced her soft supple skin with the tips of his fingers traced each tattoo while he was at it. Left with the urge to experience her with all of his senses he leaned into her navel and flickered the ring with his tongue.

“Well damn you’re sexy”

“Mmmmm, thank you” She replied. He looked up from his position to see her eyes close ever so slightly. A soft smile came over her sweet features. His cock throbbed–ached really.

From the ring in her belly button, he ran the tip of his tongue down to her vee where he was hit with the delicious scent of her arousal. His mouth watered. At the tip of her little black panties, he began to lay little kisses moving slightly lower with each kiss until he was at her center. The panties were damp. With his index finger, he moved the silky fabric aside exposing her soft warm flesh. He inhaled. Ah. Yes.



Well Damn-Sexy is Back


With these little black panties out-of-the-way, he was going to bend her over and lap every little morsel of goodness from the sweet spot between her thighs. And that was just the beginning of what was going to be the most delicious little evening….


Stay tuned to find out how kinky our tattooed lovers will get….

What’s Happening Lately…

Well ladies and gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure to announce that Shot Gun Honey plastered Burn’t Skin n’ What Not on it’s fantastic website. I’m particularly proud of this work ash_honey_logos it seems to be leading towards a book of completely horrific yet humorous stories as told by the very same psychotic serial killer.

This particular piece of Flash Fiction has a very sick and twisted note to it, so if you are at all squeamish– just kidding. Don’t be a p-wussy and click on it anyway.

Burnt Skin n’ What Not~ By Brookelynn Berry



I have to admit its been a roller coaster lately. People are on edge and politics are crazy. I am not sure how the next four years are going to go. But I am on the edge of my seat and will ride this roller coaster along with everyone else who lives in North America. Hoping our safety restraints keep us safe and secure while we go a hundred miles an hour.

Shock and awe aside. I am a bit overwhelmed with the hate that’s going on in the world right now. And it might not be my place to say; but where is the love?

I grew up with parents that loved Motown. Okay, maybe not Diana Ross, but definitely some Marvin Gaye, Smokey Robinson, The Temptations, Glady’s Knight. I can’t tell you how many concerts my parents brought me to, sitting on a blanket on the lawn of the stadiums listing to the sweet flow of Motown music while I played is one of my favourite memories as a child.

And so, I leave you with the lyrics of a song that is as poignant today as is was when it was produced back in 1971, four years before I was even born.

Listen to the song here

What’s Goin’ On
Marvin Gaye

Mother, mother
There’s too many of you crying
Brother, brother, brother
There’s far too many of you dying
You know we’ve got to find a way
To bring some lovin’ here today, eheh

Father, father
We don’t need to escalate
You see, war is not the answer
For only love can conquer hate
You know we’ve got to find a way
To bring some lovin’ here today, oh oh oh
Picket lines and picket signs
Don’t punish me with brutality
Talk to me, so you can see
Oh, what’s going on
What’s going on
Yeah, what’s going on
Ah, what’s going on
In the mean time
Right on, baby
Right on brother
Right on babe
Mother, mother, everybody thinks we’re wrong
Oh, but who are they to judge us
Simply ’cause our hair is long
Oh, you know we’ve got to find a way
To bring some understanding here today
Oh oh oh
Picket lines and picket signs
Don’t punish me with brutality
C’mon talk to me
So you can see
What’s going on
Yeah, what’s going on
Tell me what’s going on
I’ll tell you what’s going on, ooh ooo ooo ooo
Right on baby
Right on baby


  • Thanks to AZ Quotes for the great Feature pic of Marvin Gaye and quote!

Stollen Moment-Flash Fiction

The night was cool as they stepped out of the building after the meeting. Sam was in front of her making his way to his car, Lynn sped up, hoping to catch him. Was it terrible that all she wanted was the feel the endorphins just being near him created? Maybe, but who cared.

Did he purposefully park in front of her? She hopped so. Caught up now, she opened her car door, not really intending to get in, and said, “Hey, it’s going to be great working together again.”

“Yeah, it’ll be good that you’re helping out.” He replied, stepping away from his car .

It worked. They began to talk. He moved closer. She stepped away from the open door. And as the conversation began to flow. They began to laugh and joke. When he realized he would be there for a while, he lit up a smoke. Did he know the effect it had on her when he smiled, when his eyes lit up when he laughed? She hoped he did. There had always been something, between them, underlining their friendship, underlining the camaraderie.

Quite unexpectedly she found herself saying, “It’s sexy, this new look you’re sporting, with the longer hair, and two days growth” She fell quiet. That hadn’t been meant to be said aloud.

There was a palpable silence between them. It worried her. The last thing she wanted was to wreck the friendship they had. He took the last drag of his cigarette, flicked it away and stepped even closer.

“You think so?” he said and advanced again.

“I do” In fact she was surprised the ladies weren’t falling at his feet.

Now there was but a foot between them, she could smell the earthiness of the cigarette. And began to study his lips wondering if they would taste as she had imagined them. The air was still. The night was silent.

“How sexy?” he asked, a wicked little grin spread across his lips.

“Very” she replied.

In the moment their lips met, there was a tentativeness to it.

He took her shoulders and led her backwards until her back was against the car. It was then his hands moved down and cupped her ass and then slowly made their way up her curves. In response her body quivered and pulsed. Urgency built within and she took more greedily, letting her own hands roam at will.

It was sublime, how his hips pressed against her, his obvious attraction, arousal and need chased away any doubt she had in her mind.

She felt his phone go off in his pocket.
He stepped away. Took his phone from his pocket and unlocked it. Reading the text he’d just received. The look on his face said it all. She needed no more explanation. They both had responsibilities, and reasons why what they’d just done should never have happened.

“You gotta go” she said, before he had a chance to apologize.

“Sorry” He said, putting his hands in his pocket. “This was…”, they kissed again, “Very nice,” another quick kiss. “until next time.” He said.

She watched him get in the car and drive away. “Until next time.” She whispered to herself.