Caution
Once you escape into the mist of fantasy with me
You may never again want reality…
As seen in; Canada Social Magazine. 2005
© Copyright reproduction permission has been given to Canada Social Magazine to reprint and distribute “ Circle of Cars”. Not to be resold.
Once you escape into the mist of fantasy with me
You may never again want reality…
As seen in; Canada Social Magazine. 2005
© Copyright reproduction permission has been given to Canada Social Magazine to reprint and distribute “ Circle of Cars”. Not to be resold.
Tilly Rivers is a trademarked brand!
Look for all of Tilly’s novels at www.wickedwords.com / www.amazon.com or select adult bookshops near you!
Tilly Rivers is one of North America’s top erotica writers: …at celebrity club promotions in the USA…she is the master of fantasy creation….
-----NY Times -----
2005 GAWA Award winning “Writer of the Year”
Tilly loves to hear from her fans and invites your feedback always. Contact her at tilly_rivers@hotmail.com
Note from Tilly:
….a mental playing field for your fantasies…
“ I have often been asked what it is like to be an erotica writer. The stereotype is that all erotica writers are horndogs, nymphos or the leaders in kink. I am pleased to announce that in my case this is absolutely true. Then add sexy, daring, hilarious, intelligent and a challenge, and you will discover the inside world of what makes my fantasy.”---Tilly Rivers ---
Circle of Cars
By Tilly Rivers
The moon was full high. Hanging in the black velvet blanket in awe. It was one of those nights were each star shone so clearly you could play connect-the-dots and create the clairvoyant signs. Like the zodiac pull of the planets the night was alive with the adventures to come.
She was very social and enjoyed the fun-loving light-hearted company that she was now surrounded with as opposed to serious philosophical conversation. Of course under the right circumstances she could and has conversed circles around the average so called theoretical type.
She never was too worried about tomorrow laughter was her drug of choice. Her life-path was about being versatile and progressive. Freedom and independence are of the utmost importance. She went about life completely unrestrained and abhors routine.
She craved stimuli and adventure never tolerating repetitive and ‘boring’. Her Key qualities were expansiveness, vision, adventure the constructive use of freedom. That is why this night of nights was born for her.
The car rumbled under her, the smell of tires burning on the pavement was still fresh from the race before her, she looked over and smiled at the man seating in the sports car next to her, the one she was racing against. She would take him. Her smiled widened.
As the car sat waiting for the flag to drop so they could begin the race her mind flooded with a thousand things, tricks, tips, dangers that had been pumped into her head for two days before the drag race from her friend.
Yet when the flag dropped her mind was a blank, her only thought was the enjoyment of the ride. The speed, the power of the machine around her, together they blended as one. Flesh and machine traveled down the blocked off pavement track.
The finish line approach to quickly, it was over, and she slowed down. Had she really driven that fast? A magic carpet ride along the highway?
She was pulled from the car with hands holding her close, pulling her in. Joyous cries rang. She won? Damn, had she? She really won?
His lips came down hard on hers, smiling, laughing, holding her, kissing her.
Her heart pounded within her, as her adrenaline pounded spreading, swirling. Landing with a liquid rush to her hot molten core.
What was he saying that he knew she could do it? That he had bet his car, was he crazy? His lips were on hers again. Damn she was wet. Needed the rush back, craved it, and did not want to step down from the high she was flying.
Want to go for a ride? Hell yes she did.
He drove this time. Fast, but not as nearly as fast as the race. Other cars were on this road. He had to harness the power. But she didn't. Leaning over she kissed his ear, flicked her tongue over, around, sliding her tongue down his neck tasting, savoring.
Biting gently hands explored down his chest, his eyes glanced from the road to her, road, and back to her. Her hand cupped him, gripping his hard erection through his pants.
Demanding. Wanting. She unzipped her treasure and slid her hand inside, touching him.
Feeling him grow even harder, how was that possible? He was rod iron. Her mouth claimed him
Inserting his rod into her wet channel while he drove. His hips jerked off the seat and he had to pull over quickly. He knew she was wet, hot, and heavy with her need. Crazy and he wanted to lick her, to taste her craziness.
To suck her clit between his lips until her juices went from dripping in his mouth to drenching his face. She would suck him, feast on his cock with the same ravishment, needing feed, stilling the hunger. Soon the pair were intertwined on the hood of the car, bodies licking, tasting, and sucking.
Her cunt was so hot, so wet, and oh so sweet, so fucking sweet, her mouth was so hot, so wet and oh so sweet. So fucking sweet.
When his cum poured from his head into her mouth he groaned her name. His cock plunged deeper into her wet mouth, her lips spread welcoming his cock deep, welcoming his cum. He could never get enough of her. Enough of her taste. Enough of her passion for life, for sex, for everything. He craved her.
Her pussy clenched over his tongue. She jerked off the roof of the car, her spasms quivering down her thighs, her legs. Fuck he was the best. He turned her clit to jelly with his tongue. He created magic visions in her mind and she nearly passed out as her juice flowed over his face.
“Don’t swallow baby.” He demanded. Coming up to her, his mouth covered in her juice he stuck his tongue inside her mouth, cum kissing her. Letting the other taste, lick and savor their blended liquid quintessence. She moaned. Her tongue licking his lips tasting her juice on him. He moaned. His tongue licking hers tasting his cum in her mouth.
They climbed back into the car and joined the group in the parking lot much later. They had planned on a game of car tag. Each team had four colored water balloons that they would toss out the window at the other teams, the one that hit all the teams with a balloon first would win. They always won. They played together well.
It was at times like this that she wondered why they were no longer together. Than she would remember. He was in too deep. She did not want love she wanted fun. It was the name of her game.
The cars parked one by one forming a circle around the edge of the parking lot. The headlights turned on. Creating a flood of light in the center of the asphalt. Each car tuned in the radio to match the other. Before them was a street dance.
It only took her a moment to be in the center of the dance area. Bodies played and ground with the other. With no thought to sex or person. As a group they danced, each body grinding and rubbing the other. A playful flirting of bodies.
He came up behind her. Pulled her ass into his groin and kissed the back of her neck. He was an awesome dancer. His body fit into hers, and she turned her head to his, his mouth kissed hers. He smiled with challenge and she took his dare.
Together the pair moved in tune of the song, as born lovers and dancers. His body guided, she swayed, they became one in the center of the headlights. Their friends moved to the edge of the parking lot watching as they danced.
As they moved as one to the rhythm of the song, as they became the seducer of bodies, as they became lovers completely infused, completely in sync with the other. That is truly what dancing is, Sex. The art of seduction. The ultimate freedom of connection.
They always had that mystery. He would guide her silently with a look, with a touch and she would follow. She would guide him with a smile a glance and he would oblige her silent command.
The circle of cars. Surrounding the pair as they danced. He undid her buttons, dropping her blouse on the ground. She smiled, undoing his shirt. He slide his hands over her breasts, her bra, pinching her nipples through the lacy material.
She played with his pecs, pressing her thumbs into his nipples, before her mouth reached over and sucked one slowly. His in take of breath was sharp, ragged. His hands came up under her skirt and cupped her bare ass. His fingernails dug into each cheek, pulling her flush, hard unto his pelvis.
His cock was hard, grinding into her. Commanding her attention. She lifted her leg, wrapped it around his waist, his hand came under her knee and held her there as his mouth crashed on hers. Lips tongue devouring her as he wanted to devour her with his hard cock.
He let go of her. His breathing matching her short pants. Grabbing her blouse from the parking lot ground he lead her to his car opened the door and nearly thrust her and her blouse inside. The drive out of the parking lot was short, he pulled her into him and his mouth once again claimed hers. Demanding. Giving. Taking.
She drank the sensual passion he was feeding her. Pulling their bodies from the inside of the car he placed her on the hood and entered her wet hot pussy with one thrust. Waiting. She smiled. She knew what he wanted. She lifted her hips up, and clenched her pussy over his cock at the same time rotating her hips in a circular motion.
He groaned. His voice was husky, needy as he leaned in close and whispered her name. “Too long baby.” He told her. “Way too long without you.” He slide out of her, all the way until only the head of his cock rested at her pussy entrance, only to enter her again, just as slowly.
She arched her back, raised her hips and met him. “Yeah. You like that.”
She grabbed his ass and pushed him in deeper. “Fuck me. Stop playing.”
He smiled “Why? Tell me why I should stop, I love teasing you, making you ride the edge.” He pulled out more “Want me to lick you?” He was cocky.
She let him go. “No. “
Her answered surprised him. “No?”
She looked him directly in the eye. Pushed her hips up, her cunt touched the tip of his cock leaking in precum. “Do you want me?”
“Fuck.”
He entered her. His cock slide into her wet pussy walls, thrusting hard. Faster. He pulled her into him as his body plunged into her welcome folds. His cum spilled from his head into her pussy and she smiled up at him.
“Do it baby! Cum now for me.”
She let go. Letting her juice flow over his cock. Clenching and tightening as she pulsed over his spilling cock.
“Fuck.” They said it together.
The moon was full high. Hanging in the black velvet blanket in awe. That is why this night of nights was born for her…
~~~~~~~~~~ End ~~~~~~~~~~
Fall 2008-The much awaited for new release "Forbidden Fruit" by Tilly Rivers!
Look for all of Tilly’s novels at www.wickedwords.com / www.amazon.com or select adult bookshops near you!
Tilly Rivers is one of North America’s top erotica writers: …at celebrity club promotions in the USA…she is the master of fantasy creation….
-----NY Times -----
2005 GAWA Award winning “Writer of the Year”
Tilly loves to hear from her fans and invites your feedback always. Contact her at tilly_rivers@hotmail.com
Note from Tilly:
….a mental playing field for your fantasies…
“ I have often been asked what it is like to be an erotica writer. The stereotype is that all erotica writers are horndogs, nymphos or the leaders in kink. I am pleased to announce that in my case this is absolutely true. Then add sexy, daring, hilarious, intelligent and a challenge, and you will discover the inside world of what makes my fantasy.”---Tilly Rivers ---
Circle of Cars
By Tilly Rivers
The moon was full high. Hanging in the black velvet blanket in awe. It was one of those nights were each star shone so clearly you could play connect-the-dots and create the clairvoyant signs. Like the zodiac pull of the planets the night was alive with the adventures to come.
She was very social and enjoyed the fun-loving light-hearted company that she was now surrounded with as opposed to serious philosophical conversation. Of course under the right circumstances she could and has conversed circles around the average so called theoretical type.
She never was too worried about tomorrow laughter was her drug of choice. Her life-path was about being versatile and progressive. Freedom and independence are of the utmost importance. She went about life completely unrestrained and abhors routine.
She craved stimuli and adventure never tolerating repetitive and ‘boring’. Her Key qualities were expansiveness, vision, adventure the constructive use of freedom. That is why this night of nights was born for her.
The car rumbled under her, the smell of tires burning on the pavement was still fresh from the race before her, she looked over and smiled at the man seating in the sports car next to her, the one she was racing against. She would take him. Her smiled widened.
As the car sat waiting for the flag to drop so they could begin the race her mind flooded with a thousand things, tricks, tips, dangers that had been pumped into her head for two days before the drag race from her friend.
Yet when the flag dropped her mind was a blank, her only thought was the enjoyment of the ride. The speed, the power of the machine around her, together they blended as one. Flesh and machine traveled down the blocked off pavement track.
The finish line approach to quickly, it was over, and she slowed down. Had she really driven that fast? A magic carpet ride along the highway?
She was pulled from the car with hands holding her close, pulling her in. Joyous cries rang. She won? Damn, had she? She really won?
His lips came down hard on hers, smiling, laughing, holding her, kissing her.
Her heart pounded within her, as her adrenaline pounded spreading, swirling. Landing with a liquid rush to her hot molten core.
What was he saying that he knew she could do it? That he had bet his car, was he crazy? His lips were on hers again. Damn she was wet. Needed the rush back, craved it, and did not want to step down from the high she was flying.
Want to go for a ride? Hell yes she did.
He drove this time. Fast, but not as nearly as fast as the race. Other cars were on this road. He had to harness the power. But she didn't. Leaning over she kissed his ear, flicked her tongue over, around, sliding her tongue down his neck tasting, savoring.
Biting gently hands explored down his chest, his eyes glanced from the road to her, road, and back to her. Her hand cupped him, gripping his hard erection through his pants.
Demanding. Wanting. She unzipped her treasure and slid her hand inside, touching him.
Feeling him grow even harder, how was that possible? He was rod iron. Her mouth claimed him
Inserting his rod into her wet channel while he drove. His hips jerked off the seat and he had to pull over quickly. He knew she was wet, hot, and heavy with her need. Crazy and he wanted to lick her, to taste her craziness.
To suck her clit between his lips until her juices went from dripping in his mouth to drenching his face. She would suck him, feast on his cock with the same ravishment, needing feed, stilling the hunger. Soon the pair were intertwined on the hood of the car, bodies licking, tasting, and sucking.
Her cunt was so hot, so wet, and oh so sweet, so fucking sweet, her mouth was so hot, so wet and oh so sweet. So fucking sweet.
When his cum poured from his head into her mouth he groaned her name. His cock plunged deeper into her wet mouth, her lips spread welcoming his cock deep, welcoming his cum. He could never get enough of her. Enough of her taste. Enough of her passion for life, for sex, for everything. He craved her.
Her pussy clenched over his tongue. She jerked off the roof of the car, her spasms quivering down her thighs, her legs. Fuck he was the best. He turned her clit to jelly with his tongue. He created magic visions in her mind and she nearly passed out as her juice flowed over his face.
“Don’t swallow baby.” He demanded. Coming up to her, his mouth covered in her juice he stuck his tongue inside her mouth, cum kissing her. Letting the other taste, lick and savor their blended liquid quintessence. She moaned. Her tongue licking his lips tasting her juice on him. He moaned. His tongue licking hers tasting his cum in her mouth.
They climbed back into the car and joined the group in the parking lot much later. They had planned on a game of car tag. Each team had four colored water balloons that they would toss out the window at the other teams, the one that hit all the teams with a balloon first would win. They always won. They played together well.
It was at times like this that she wondered why they were no longer together. Than she would remember. He was in too deep. She did not want love she wanted fun. It was the name of her game.
The cars parked one by one forming a circle around the edge of the parking lot. The headlights turned on. Creating a flood of light in the center of the asphalt. Each car tuned in the radio to match the other. Before them was a street dance.
It only took her a moment to be in the center of the dance area. Bodies played and ground with the other. With no thought to sex or person. As a group they danced, each body grinding and rubbing the other. A playful flirting of bodies.
He came up behind her. Pulled her ass into his groin and kissed the back of her neck. He was an awesome dancer. His body fit into hers, and she turned her head to his, his mouth kissed hers. He smiled with challenge and she took his dare.
Together the pair moved in tune of the song, as born lovers and dancers. His body guided, she swayed, they became one in the center of the headlights. Their friends moved to the edge of the parking lot watching as they danced.
As they moved as one to the rhythm of the song, as they became the seducer of bodies, as they became lovers completely infused, completely in sync with the other. That is truly what dancing is, Sex. The art of seduction. The ultimate freedom of connection.
They always had that mystery. He would guide her silently with a look, with a touch and she would follow. She would guide him with a smile a glance and he would oblige her silent command.
The circle of cars. Surrounding the pair as they danced. He undid her buttons, dropping her blouse on the ground. She smiled, undoing his shirt. He slide his hands over her breasts, her bra, pinching her nipples through the lacy material.
She played with his pecs, pressing her thumbs into his nipples, before her mouth reached over and sucked one slowly. His in take of breath was sharp, ragged. His hands came up under her skirt and cupped her bare ass. His fingernails dug into each cheek, pulling her flush, hard unto his pelvis.
His cock was hard, grinding into her. Commanding her attention. She lifted her leg, wrapped it around his waist, his hand came under her knee and held her there as his mouth crashed on hers. Lips tongue devouring her as he wanted to devour her with his hard cock.
He let go of her. His breathing matching her short pants. Grabbing her blouse from the parking lot ground he lead her to his car opened the door and nearly thrust her and her blouse inside. The drive out of the parking lot was short, he pulled her into him and his mouth once again claimed hers. Demanding. Giving. Taking.
She drank the sensual passion he was feeding her. Pulling their bodies from the inside of the car he placed her on the hood and entered her wet hot pussy with one thrust. Waiting. She smiled. She knew what he wanted. She lifted her hips up, and clenched her pussy over his cock at the same time rotating her hips in a circular motion.
He groaned. His voice was husky, needy as he leaned in close and whispered her name. “Too long baby.” He told her. “Way too long without you.” He slide out of her, all the way until only the head of his cock rested at her pussy entrance, only to enter her again, just as slowly.
She arched her back, raised her hips and met him. “Yeah. You like that.”
She grabbed his ass and pushed him in deeper. “Fuck me. Stop playing.”
He smiled “Why? Tell me why I should stop, I love teasing you, making you ride the edge.” He pulled out more “Want me to lick you?” He was cocky.
She let him go. “No. “
Her answered surprised him. “No?”
She looked him directly in the eye. Pushed her hips up, her cunt touched the tip of his cock leaking in precum. “Do you want me?”
“Fuck.”
He entered her. His cock slide into her wet pussy walls, thrusting hard. Faster. He pulled her into him as his body plunged into her welcome folds. His cum spilled from his head into her pussy and she smiled up at him.
“Do it baby! Cum now for me.”
She let go. Letting her juice flow over his cock. Clenching and tightening as she pulsed over his spilling cock.
“Fuck.” They said it together.
The moon was full high. Hanging in the black velvet blanket in awe. That is why this night of nights was born for her…
~~~~~~~~~~ End ~~~~~~~~~~
Fall 2008-The much awaited for new release "Forbidden Fruit" by Tilly Rivers!