A Naughty Welcome!

October 19, 2009 at 2:32 am | In Welcome to Wicked | Comments Off
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Welcome to my domain!

Where the untamed and dangerous redhead makes the rules. For some short stories to read, check out the Published Stories tab at the top of the page. There’s also an About Me section and a sneak peek at my erotica, On The Bridge, which has just been published. Grab some coffee, undress and make yourself at home.

Recently Published

On The Bridge by Christine Kirchoff

http://www.oystersandchocolate.com/S…theBridge.aspx

Sassy has a secret, a very sexy and erotic secret. She likes to climb the only bridge in town and masterbate beneath the stars. She enjoys displaying her recently shaved pussy but has no idea she’s being watched or that the man of her dreams will come for a closer inspection of her pink parts.

 

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An Erotic 2010?

January 12, 2010 at 2:49 am | In Thoughts, Uncategorized | Leave a Comment
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2010 is my determination year. This is the year I’m putting my life on hold and my career  first. It’s time to write, write and more writing. I submitted a novella, short stories for an anthology and working on that novel. Hopefully this year will lead to happiness through my work. (Winning the lottery would be nice too.)

So here’s to new sex positions, wonderful characters and…okay…I’m just gonna say it…to soulmates!

An Erotic Christmas Story!

December 9, 2009 at 11:40 pm | In Erotica, Free Erotic Stories!, Published, Temptation | 9 Comments
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All I want for Christmas is a nude beach

By Christine Kirchoff

I have given up on Christmas and all it’s supposed to hold. No erratic parents, bratty children, or freezing snow. No constant Christmas music, long lines, and attitudes. I almost want to cheer at the thought as I head toward my car. Of course, I’m humming that damn Christmas song that refuses to leave my mind. My suitcase is ready, my tank full and I have all my very naughty lingerie packed.

Hawaii here I come!  

I’m spending all my hard-earned money from my law firm to enjoy the warm sunrays on a nude beach and only worry about whose ass I’m staring at – sexy man on the left or sensual and well hung on the right. I can imagine the scene with ease. The wind begins to whirl, sending my blonde hair in a wild frenzy that I don’t bother to tame. I have about an hour out of the countryside that is Upstate New York and another hour before I arrive at the airport. I’m giddy with excitement as the interior of the car defrosts my bones.

Goodbye Christmas, hello hot naked men on the beach!

The wheel is smooth in my hands, the seat belt tight around me as I follow the curves in the twisted road that leads down my mountain. Okay so it isn’t mine, but there are only three houses on it and mine is the highest. My hips begin a little wiggle, anticipation building inside my body like a bomb. That sand can’t sink between my toes fast enough. I frown at the sky; it seems to mock my good mood with dark threatening clouds. Mother Nature had better hold off, she has to understand the need to see hot naked men. My mind is so intent on hard cock that I fail to notice the slow trickle of snow, I did frown when the big flakes start to clutter my shield, doesn’t it just figure. Mother Nature didn’t want me to get laid! Life isn’t fair. I don’t realize how true the statement is until I feel it. The sudden slide – tires not gripping – panic because there’s no traction and you’re on a fucking hill. My breath catches, the inhale swift of cool air before I see the other car. Its headlights pierce the suddenly wild storm.

We are going to crash.

My scream isn’t as loud as the metal crunching or our cars rolling down the embankment to land in a snow covered ditch. My erratic heartbeat however is too loud to ignore. I swallow hard; lift my shaking hands to stare at them. A car accident, I’m supposed to be in Hawaii. Where is my hard cock? It is the last thought I have then my sight darkened and the shock causes me to faint.

I feel warmth spread over my body, lovely heat that makes my hips squirm. I remember what happened, the car accident, the shaking, the naked images and open my eyes to…is this my hard cock? The man that sits next to me, leaning over is fucking hot. He has this disheveled brown hair, the black shirt is taunt over his wide chest, and I swear I feel something poke my thigh.

“It’s okay, go slow, we’ve been in a car accident and I don’t know if you’re head is hurt.”

“My head’s just fine.” That’s honestly what I meant to say, what comes out of my mouth however is, “Head fine, body is on fire at the sight of you.” My eyes go wide, lips slack and cheeks pink. His smile is worth the embarrassment, it lights his hard angled face. He has to be near my age of thirty and these little laugh lines enhance his features. “I didn’t mean to say that…” I finish lamely.

“Baby, my erection should speak for itself.” He seems to adjust body, no longer leaning over but his hips are closer.

I finally sit up, look around, and groan. His car is totaled, wrapped around a tree and what looks like a deflated tire through my blurry windshield.

“Your heat is working, and my cell but it won’t start. I called for help; it’ll be a few hours because the storm is dropping a lot of heavy winds and snow.”

“Great.” I murmur and hold his gaze. Maybe Mother Nature has heard my pleas. “I’m Candice. Everyone calls me Candy.”

“Mark.” He takes my hand, such warmth, his skin tingles against mine, and he holds on longer than he has to. In fact, he starts holding my hand. “Candy huh?” I nod at him, a small smile creeping onto his face. “You know, I’ve always had a thing for candy, never grown out of it. I just love eating it.” He says the last few words with ardor, his eyes change from a placid brown to a darker, lusty brown.

“We do have to stay warm…” I hear myself say, biting my lip as he leans closer. The back seat of my car was bigger than average and I suddenly thought what a beautiful thing it is. I also want to see his beautiful thing. His lips are soft, slick from his tongue and they part as quickly as mine do. Neither of us have the apprehension of virgins or the audacity of players. His kiss is perfect. Deep, gentle yet firm. His hands are as big as my breast, how do I know? They slowly slither up my front and holds them. Caressing, messaging until I moan. “I lied…” His lips ease, his hands still. “I don’t want the nude beach in Hawaii. I want your hard cock.” The words sound right, feel right and when his lips meet mine, they are wild. His tongue thrusts deep and I hear the sound of my shirt tearing. Who cared? I sure as hell didn’t. His bare skin on my flat stomach sends shivers racing between my legs. He circles a few fingers around my navel before he moves my bra straps down my arms, unleashing my tits and the hard nipples puckering for him.

“Fucking beautiful.” He murmurs, no longer kissing me crazy but staring. Watching as he pinches and flicks the tiny pink pearls. “How hard will they get when my mouth sucks?” I don’t know if he expects me to answer so I open my mouth and he descends. His tongue laps the right one, then left. Suddenly I can’t keep my eyes open, lips, tongue, finger, sucking, licking, teeth. He bombards my nipples with so many sensations I’m swimming, no drowning in pleasure. My jeans are suddenly loose; his hand slides down my body and strokes the edge of my slinky red panties. “Will you…take them off?” He asks between hard sucks that make me delirious. “Kneel and show me how pretty your pussy is?”

How can a girl say no to that? He pulls away, removes his shirt and I scrap my fingernails over his ripped chest. I move as he asked, maneuvering my jeans off my body and watching him watch me. My fingertips dip beneath the rim of my panties, teasing and torturing until he growls. The sound excites every sexual nerve ending I contain. Slowly, I slide them down, revealing the dolphin tattoo over my pussy and then the hairless skin that leads straight toward my vagina. He holds his breath; I can see his chest still as my panties drop to the floor. It’s a little awkward spreading my legs and I decide on one foot on the floor with knee outward, the other leg bent and hunched over.

“This is perfect view.” He murmurs, reaches out to pinch my nipple. “Your pretty face, sexy tits, and damn it baby…that pussy is going to suck the life out of me.”

His words make laughter bubble up and a giggle sound. He grins and reaches even further. His finger slips past my wet nether lips and sinks right inside me. It feels magnificent and I thrust my hips toward him. In moments, I’m on my back, lying before him with legs wide. I thought for sure he’d fuck me; my last backseat sex went that way. Instead, he looks between my legs, blows gently until goose bumps decorate my skin and then open me up. Mark parts me until he can see the hole that wants to milk his cock to orgasm. He bends, his lips rubbing once then twice and suddenly I’m on fire. Correction, my clit is on fire. He attacks like a beast, a starving, untamed man that found heaven. It makes me grin then makes me come. The rush of pleasure sweeps through my system like a fire, singing every thought but his skin on me, his tongue in me. He swipes at the liquid determined to savor every drop. “Oh God, please Mark! Please fuck me!” I’m not below begging, not where this man is concerned.

His rises over me, shifts slightly. I watch him pull his cock free of his pants and oh my, what a hard cock it is, exactly what I want for Christmas. He places the tip at my entrance his hand embraces my right breast, circling the nipple as his tip enters. It stretches wonderfully until another release surges through my body. I’m humming with sated desire. This man is amazing, two orgasms and he hasn’t even thrust inside yet.

He does then every inch of that penis fills me. We both groan loud and long. “Mark…” I whisper his name, my head tilts back, but I don’t want to miss a moment of this, of watching us.

He moves in me, slow at first, testing my limits for he asks, “Do you like it hard or do you want me to go easy?” He asks as if he doesn’t mind either which made me smile. A man who finds pleasure in either is a rare and wonderful find. Then he pulls out and slams back in.

“Hard.” Without a doubt, I want hard. He pins me with an intense stare and enters me without pause. In and out, his warm flesh rasping across my clit has fireworks erupt before my eyes. This is bliss, this is torture, this is…He groans, his speed increases, his balls slap wickedly against me, and then he quickly pulls out. His large hands wrap around his cock and pump as if his life depends on it. Warm sperm shoots out, spraying over my quivering belly and he cries out my name so guttural, so pleased that the sound makes me come. A small, satisfying climax seeps through me as he falls on top of me, his elbows keeping his weight from crushing.

We have no problem keeping warm, even as the sun settles and he finds his arousal ready for another round. It takes hours for rescue to find us. Twelve glorious hours I can never forget and then as we sit in an ambulance to warm from the climb up Mark begins telling me about his life and me about mine.

 We spent out honeymoon on the nude beaches of Hawaii but my eyes could only see his scrumptious ass. My Mark.

 © Christine Kirchoff

Insert Naughty Title.

December 7, 2009 at 2:25 am | In Thoughts, Uncategorized | Leave a Comment
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I’ve been racking my brain for a title to this post and have come up empty. I guess that’ll teach me to deal with short stories, a novella and a novel. Plate full, you think? Well after dealing with a nasty computer virus my precious girl is working again. Yes, there will be a sensual Christmas story, coming soon, promise.

Until then this is to wish your Holiday shopping is filled with cheer (Snorts, okay how about filled with honest people who won’t cut you off in traffic.)

Forget Turkey! Stuff The One You Love!

November 26, 2009 at 5:25 am | In Thoughts, Uncategorized | Leave a Comment
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A Thanksgiving treat:

 

 

Hope these give you some ideas of what else you can eat! Have a safe but very naughty Thanksgiving!

Writer’s Beat Quarterly!

November 4, 2009 at 1:07 am | In Published, Thoughts | 3 Comments
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This is the official publication of Writer’s Beat. Contest winners, writing advice and accomplishments of its members.

I’ve been a member of WB for a little while now under the name Wicked Redhead. (A stretch isn’t it! You would have never known it was me! lol) They released their quarterly e-zine  and I’ve been featured inside. Page eight in the red square, yes that’s me. A nice little box just for my writing accomplishments.

It’s very sweet and exciting! Thanks to the organizers of Writer’s Beat Quarterly!

http://divinedee.com/wbquarterly/WBQ_24.pdf

Where’s My Stripper?

October 30, 2009 at 7:38 am | In Thoughts, Uncategorized | 2 Comments
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Today is my birthday! The big 25, lol. Okay so where’s the big cake with the hot guy in spandex? Come on, where is he? *Frowns* Hey, who stole my stripper?

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There he is! Oh and someone stole his tight pants!

Hmm, I guess I should put up  my birthday list…lets see…

-Travis Fimmel

-Jason Momoa

-Nathan Fillion

-Jensen Ackles

-Michael Weatherly

- LL Cool J

-Kyle Schmid

…which cake are they hidding in?

The Queens Punishment : A Sexy Halloween Story Just For You

October 20, 2009 at 3:45 am | In Erotica, Free Erotic Stories!, Published, Temptation | 8 Comments
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Have a wild and erotic Halloween! 

The Queens Punishment

   By Christine Kirchoff 

The night in Neodor City attracts people from all over. Stars are seen by the hundreds over this large, ever growing city. I have settled here many times before, upon the ledge beside a field of crops. Gazing with a smile at the beauty above . I made sure my thin, clear blue robe was off this time. The Queen did not like that I dirty it last time and I cannot go through that punishment again. I shivered at the memory and my eyes lost sight of the unending sky as the flashback sheathed me.

I come here to sit on the brick fence and enjoy the night air. The queen worked me hard, sucked her pussy for at least nine orgasms. My jaw ached a bit, but it was worth the freedom I attained. I had time to wallow in the fresh air while she slept before I returned. All powerful, my queen, she saved our entire land from invaders. Her magic was enough for everyone to fear. Still she was kind as long as you followed her rules and by the time I’m thirty I’ll have enough money, she generously pays her servants, to buy myself a luxurious house beside the ocean. Never worried on money spent again.

As my mind roamed I missed the clouds that were gathered in the sky. Stars became obscured as this gray splotch began to grow. This was not good, if it rained my ass would be in trouble! I pulled blond hair over my shoulder, hiked up the purple, translucent robe and dashed for the castle. My bare feet slapped against dirt and breath panted from my lips. I jogged faster with my average sized breasts bouncing to get to her. I had not once been punished by the queen and I absolutely never want to. She can be a cruel bitch when provoked.

The sky seemed to find my predicament amusing for as I reached the courtyard it began to rain. Of course – not a gentle mist, but big fat globs of water. I sprinted for the doors and felt the material stick to my skin. Hair matted my head and down my back as I finally made it. By the gods, I was soaked through. I bit my lip while soundlessly made my way up a grand staircase. If I quickly showered and donned another robe the queen would not notice that her slave had disobeyed.

When my bare feet settled into the carpet of the hall I knew I was screwed, royally screwed. The queens guard stood there with a rather formidable frown on his chiseled features. I watched him raise an eyebrow and look over my body. His six foot frame intimidated me enough that I took a step back. “She wants you…now.”

My hope of not being penalized drowned quickly at his words.

Rock, her loyal man. That was all he said before he turned and made his way down the hall. Obediently I followed and cursed my need to see the stars. For gazing at them my body would pay the price.

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The Queen seen me with a disgusted look on her face. Sprawled naked on the bed at the time she glared at my mud covered legs. Ordered me to the shower. I scrubbed and shaved my pussy bare as she liked it. Waiting outside her door like the well-trained dog I was. She must be furious with me if she has yet to come out and use me. I bit my lip in total fear of what was to come, How bad would it be?

The large doors to her bedchamber opened and the most beautiful woman emerged. My queen had a mane the color of fire, green eyes tinted with red. Her breasts were so voluptuous that very few men can fit them completely in his hands. She had a fair amount of muscle and a pussy that was insatiable. I immediately went to my knees by her 5′5 frame, the purple material fluttered around me.

“Up.” She ordered.

The frown on her face made me curl my toes in horror. I wanted to scream apologies and beg for leniency. I stood, stared at her bare feet. Remained quiet as she adjusted the black robe so a breast slipped free. I knew my job, knew what she wanted. I leaned forward and wrapped my mouth around the queen’s small pink nipple. Slurped like I craved her tit as her hands held my head. My own pussy juiced as she bucked her body against mine.

“Enough!” The order had me pulling away, eyes on the ground. “Naked, now.” I slid the material off my flesh and it pooled at my feet. I could hear the grin in her voice, “Good girl” The collar of black and diamond stones was placed around my neck. Tight enough so I winced, but loose enough not to choke. “Follow.” The queen turned on her heels and I followed her into the courtyard.

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“Any man who wishes to get his dick in some nice warm pussy come to the queens courtyard!” The order was being bellowed and my heart quickened at the words. My queen wouldn’t, couldn’t, but she could. She did! I felt tears well as the queen led me naked in front of the courtyard and nearly 30 erect men.

“I want you on the table..” She pointed to a marble table that decorated the brilliantly green grass. “Arms above your head, in the shackles and your legs spread wide. These men would like to see your sweet, shaved slave pussy.” The queen’s eyes were on me as I headed to the table. My cunt disobeyed my mind by creaming when my legs opened. The queen approached and pried them wider until I winced. She then proceeded to chain them to the table. I wanted to yell so bad as she walked to a middle aged man. “Let me see your dick.” Queen spoke bluntly to the overweight man who had a nice full head of hair. He wasn’t bad looking, but revealed a rather puny 4 inch cock. It wasn’t thick enough to stretch me. The queen nodded and the man was before me. He grinned with a row of nice white teeth as he set his dick at my entrance. I closed my eyes and prepared for his entry.

It was less then four inches because I barely felt the thing. I only knew he was thrusting when his hips hit mine and heavy balls slapped my ass. Calloused hands grabbed my breasts and pinched the nipple. Not rough, ever so gently he built up his own orgasm. Cumming with a horse cry into my cunt.

The queen approached when he pulled out. The cum dripped from my pussy, she grinned. “Now suck her clean…” The man looked to her with wide shocked eyes. “You did not think you were getting a free lay did you? Suck your cum out of her or your ass is the next thing plowed.”

The man mumbled and immediately dropped to his knees when the queen glared. She could cut him in two if she wanted so sucking cum should be  better than death. I felt his tongue enter without finesse. It stretched more than his cock did and he suckled rather dully. There was no rhythm or enjoyment. I was rather glad when he finished slurping his cum from my pussy. I eased my butt to a less cramped position as Queen picked another man from the crowd. This one revealed a thick phallus of serious girth. It had me cringe as he came close enough for me to see its angry red head. “Suck him!” She ordered. The cock was at my mouth. I ate at it hungrily as my tongue rubbed against soft flesh and heavy balls. The man, the blacksmith I believe, groaned. He left the warmth of my mouth and rushed between my legs. His penis dove straight for the open aperture.

It was like being impaled on a lance. His cock stretched, strained my pussy walls. The tissue eased apart to accommodate his massive dick. I shuddered and cried out when he was finally to the hilt. All seven inches of the man inside me. The blacksmith fucked like a God. Hips slammed into me and hands kneaded my breasts. I felt the orgasm build as he pumped faster into me. In and out of the wet hole until i wanted release so bad I pulled at the chains. My hips bucked against his.

I was going to cum! I was going to cum!

The queen ordered him to pull out. I cried out at the emptiness. His cock no longer brushed against the deepest parts of me. The head at my lips tasted like my own juices as it slipped between my lips and cum filled mouth. I sucked and bucked until the dick before me softened. The cum slowly slid down my throat and I was positive it would not be alone for long.

As the thought emerged another man was before me. This one had a dick wide enough to really sting, but average length. The queen grinned as he grabbed handfuls of blond hair and tugged my lips to his erection. He pumped the head in and out as I refused to take it deeper. This disgusting man with a chest full of untamed black hair. His hands were stained black and balls held long unkempt fur. It made me gasp as he plunged the cock between plump lips. He eased his hold to grab at my breasts. He did not pinch, far from it, he twisted the nipples until I cried out in complete pain. Within moments he no longer touched me. The bastard was held against the green grass by my Queens powerful gaze. “Did I say you can hurt my woman?” Her voice was so low and full of rage I shivered.

The man pleaded, “It’s been a year since I’ve had my dick inside a woman. I lost my head…”

“Yes,” She replied. “You almost did. Any further and I would have lopped your dick off! Never hurt my woman unless I say.” At the mans nod she eased her powers off him.

His crotch hair now had grass bits in it as he stood between my legs. His head entered my pussy, sweat trickled onto my hips from his body. I groaned in disgust and found the Queen. I pleaded not to let this creature cum inside me. Hell I didn’t even want his cock near me. In one swift plunge he entered. Girth stretched out my pussy, I screamed loud and shrill as he buried himself within. His hairy sack lay against my ass. It was four strokes of the fowl thing before his cum shot out. Thick and creamy it filled up my sore pussy.

Dread came over me as well as shame. I was too disgusted at what my body held to care about the next man that approached. It didn’t matter what he looked like. They would cum into me, pussy or mouth. Every last man who wanted to shot his load could do it in my body while the queen watched. Never again would I get dirty or be late.

Thirty-eight men later my body was ready to collapse. The queen sent the remaining four men to stand by me. I was unchained. My body immediately cramped up. Muscles bellowed at being kept in that position for so long, my pussy so sore it throbbed. I knew if I begged the queen to stop she would only add more men to the list to fuck me.

“Four men left, Peria.” She spoke close to my ear and eased my body onto my flat abs. “I think…your pussy should rest for a bit, but they still need release.” I watched, unable to move from exhaustion as she lined four big naked men beside me. Legs were pulled off the table until my butt was in the air. I felt the warm hands of a man pull apart my ass cheeks. The slick saliva from his mouth coat the puckered entrance. Four men, I repeated in my head. Four men I will never ever be late again.

I came from the memory with a frown. The stars still twinkled. That had been exactly a month ago and I have not been late or dirty since. I stood, moving from the comfy spot and onto the road. Slowly walking to the castle and to my Queen.

Yes it’s copyright so no stealing my work!

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What’s Your Ideal Sex Position?

October 14, 2009 at 6:22 am | In Temptation, Thoughts, Uncategorized | Leave a Comment
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It’s time to have a little fun and after finding this how could I not share.

…and I can only say, “Yeehaw!” lol, save a horse and ride that sexy cowboy!

Your Ideal Sex Position is…Cowgirl Cowgirl
Fun. Wild. And deep.
Saddle up and ride him all night long.
Only for those who feel they’re strong!
‘What is your Ideal Sex Position?’
at QuizUniverse.com

 

What was your ideal sex position? inquiring and horny minds want to know!

Cartoon Word Count Meter.

October 7, 2009 at 4:13 am | In Count Those Words!, Writing tips | Leave a Comment
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Okay, how cute is that. The funky cartoon guy on the right, half way down the page. That, ladies and gents is a cartoon word count meter. It even has different scenes you can choose from,  including one where you attempt to smash the computer, shooting the computer, watching tv, sleeping, totally focused on the novel in progress.

Some humor in a tough world.

Here’s the site link if you’re interested in it! http://www.writertopia.com/toolbox/meters  

 I have finished the first novel, it’s being prepared to send out and I’m starting the second in the series. Completely excited about that by the way!

Enjoy the meter!

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