I Confess on Six Sentence Sunday

For the next few Sundays, I'm going to share six sentences from MY...yes moi...erotica, Searchers.  Coming this month from Whiskey Creek's Torrid Line in a second, improved version, this is my debut/swan song all wrapped up in one.  If you would like to participate and share sex...I mean six sentences of your own, you must register at http://sixsunday.com/ anytime during the week preceding Sunday.  Add your link, post your blog, and then be fair and visit the sites of as many of the other participants.  I've been missing the fun because I'm in Alaska on vacation, but I'll be home on the 26th, and I'm playing from God's Country this weekend.  :)

Without further ado, here are my...um Pepper's six:  This installment isn't more than rated R, but trust me...we'll get there.  :)


His Levi jeans encased his long, muscular legs as though he had laid in a mold then had them tailor-made. A perfect bulge displayed itself invitingly, but Katie tried to be inconspicuous with her stares. He invoked images of James Dean, a rebel; sleeves rolled up just below the elbows, and top buttons left open to reveal an alluring chest. Joey even had the same rebellious look in his chocolate eyes.


Katie‟s heart skipped a beat at the thought of unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way.

“Hi, good-lookin‟, I was hoping I‟d find you here.”
 
 
Join me next week for more from Searchers.