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So Happy 4th July to all those Americans who will be celebrating today. I hope you all have a memorable weekend.

It has been so incredibly hot all week here and I’ve hardly been able to think. I don’t deal well with the heat then just before I was caught in a torrential downpour. It was like taking a cold shower with all my clothes on and it felt just wonderful.

So today I’m going to share some water quotes with you to celebrate the joy that is cold water on a hot day.

First a clip from “Hot, wet and Watched” one of the stories in my Seasons of Blisse collection.

“I love you,” I whisper, my eyes shining. I see that love reflected in his.

“I love you, too…” he almost breathes it to me, his lips hovering closer and closer to mine ’til they touch lightly, sensation exploding from my lips all the way down within the pool waters. His hands slip coldly onto the warm skin of my back, his fingers stroking as his lips gently brush mine. I feel his body shifting, his bobbing penis now brushing my thigh, noticing that it’s blood-filled despite the numbing coldness of the water.

My arms wrap around him, pulling him closer, squashing his cool, wet chest to mine, his cold leg against mine, holding him close; reveling in the sensation of skin against cool wet skin.

He shifts over me and soon he is there between my thighs, pushing me back; his kisses hard, heavy and demanding. As the side of the pool is squished down I feel water pumping out. I am laid out almost flat, the rim of the pool half way up my back, the rest being caressed by soggy grass.

His tongue flicks against my lips. I feel his hardness nudging between my thighs. He is teasing me, letting his cock bounce against my pubic hair and just against my open lips. I can feel them, hot and plump, mostly surrounded by shockingly cold water. But as I hump my pubis up towards him, the lips become exposed to the searing heat of the sun. Hot, then plunged into cold, teased by the sun and the water as well as by the thick, throbbing cock of my lover.

“Fuck me, Kev,” I cry, giving no heed to the fact that just a fence and a few bushes away folks are riding bikes, walking dogs and trundling toddlers to the play park. I really don’t give a shiny shit about them. I want this hard cock in my cunt and I want it now.

“Fuck me, damn you!” I scream, my hips bumping up and down in frustrated urgency, my nails digging into the soft flesh of my husbands back, urging him to plunge into me.

As I await the inevitable filling, I find myself focusing on the world around me; the almost surreal brightness of the summer sky, the cool green of the grass beneath my shoulders, the rustling of the bushes, the sound of a dog barking….close actually, that dog must be just the other side of the fence.

As I moan and toss beneath him, Kev suddenly relents. I feel his smooth shaft slip inside of me. Slowly, I feel my pussy stretch around him. I feel the length of him as it travels into me, right to the hilt. I moan, ecstatic at this release.

And no the ultimate in cold water experiences from Making It Real -A snowball fight!

“Snow,” he cried.

“Snow,” I replied, his enthusiasm contagious. He ran onto the lawn and I could hear him whooping and laughing. I ran over to join him.

Whoomf! Snow hit my coat just above my breast and showered my chin with snow drops.

“Hey,” I yelled. “You little bugger.” I dropped my shoulder and scooped up some snow and packed it into my hand as another snowball hit my arm. “That’s it,” I shouted, “you’re in for it now.” I followed the shrieks of laughter. As I glimpsed his dark coat through the snow, I launched the cool sphere in its direction. I was soon rewarded by the dull thud of it making contact. “Ha, take that.” I giggled and scooped up more. I ducked as I heard the whoosh of displaced air flying behind another snowball, straightened up and launched my own. “Ha, you missed me.” I heard another satisfying thud and a muffled curse.

“No more mister nice guy,” he exclaimed and I heard the fast-paced crunching as he rushed towards me. I turned to see where he was heading and got whacked. A rocket of snow impacted and exploded on my face, covering me in cold, cold snowflakes that tickled my skin.

“Mary, you okay?” Will was beside me, looking concerned. I laughed and pressed my handful of snow into his cheek.

“I am now,” I giggled. I ducked and ran away, laughing as he cursed then guffawed. Another ball left my hand, but I missed him. I was so engrossed in making a new missile that I didn’t hear him creep up behind me, but suddenly I felt the scarf pulled away from my neck and a flurry of ice hit the hot flesh of my neck and flowed down as it melted into cool streams. I screamed and shook.

“You bastard,” I cried, when my breath returned from the icy shock. I ran at him, snow in hand and grasped for his coat. He shook, shimmied and escaped. I ran at him again and grabbed him at the front, pulling on that expensive coat and forcing the snow in my right hand down into the space I managed to create between his neck and the material.

“Ha, sweet revenge,” I giggled as he shook and shuddered. His hand shot out and held me by the collar. “No, no, no.” I tried to wriggle from his grasp, but as he leant down to the ground to scoop up the snow, he pulled me with him. I kept giggling, shrieking and struggling to escape, but he was holding me fast and he pulled the zip down on my mac until my chest was exposed. He smooshed a massive handful of cold whiteness into the creamy flesh there, pressed it down and squashed it against my exposed skin. It took my breath away. He held his hands there as it melted. The icy shock tickled and made me giggle and gasp. When the mass of moistness melted completely, he left his cold hand pressed against my warming skin. The shock of his touch, so intimately pressed over my heart, took my breath away.

“I surrender.” I gasped, my heart thumping.

I hope you’ve enjoyed all this water, I know I have!

I get a great sense of satisfaction when I click ’send’ on a story I’ve been writing and I know it’s winding it’s way to my editor. For the first few days I just float on a sea of calm and relief. It’s been written and edited by me all the major work is done. Phew. It’s not until a week or so that I start to worry about if it’s going to be accepted or not.

Moon Shy has been completed in a month. I was on holiday for a week early on and so it didn’t really get moving until 2 weeks ago. I’ve completed about 17k of writing in the last 2 weeks! I do like a deadline, I find it really helps me write. Now whether I write my best work under a deadline I really can’t say!

My latest tale was completed for the Over The Moon anthology over at Total-E-Bound. It was a completely new kind of story for me to write. I’ve written a few stories with fantasy elements before like “Not what you see, what you feel” from Coming Together vol. 1 (Yes, I was in on it from the beginning-whoop!) and I have a longer fantasy story that I’ve been working on for ages which I might try to finish this summer now I’ve had a re-taste of writing paranormally, so to speak.

So, since it’s you, I’ll let you know what Moon Shy is all about.

Lowell is a werewolf. Desdemona is a werewolf, that is where the similarities end.

Desdemona takes great joy in the full moon. She maims and kills with enthusiasm and wishes she could be a werewolf every day. Lowell hates what he is. He wishes that the full moon would only come around once in a million years.

Jenny is a sweet girl who often acts before she thinks, especially when a man is involved. She finds herself between these two werewolves. She loves Lowell, he was her school crush way back when. Desdemona is her superior and makes her working life a misery.

But which werewolf will have Jenny in the end? Will Desdemona succeed in killing her during the full moon or will Lowell be able to keep her safe and in the dark about his horrific secret? It comes down to a fight between two werewolves one Moon lover and one Moon Shy. Who will win?

You’ll have to hope it gets accepted by my editor so you can find out! I will keep you all up to date with whats happening but if Moon Shy is accepted for the Over the Moon Anthology, it will be available in November 2009.