Today we have Rhonda Lee Carver discussing second chances. She's got some great tips on how to give your love life a second chance. If your already batting a thousand there, maybe you can pick up some neat tips. I personally have never had much luck with #9 or #10 but I'm on board with the other 8! Which one sounds like fun to you?
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Second Chances With Rhonda Lee Carver
My Second Chance Series is all about—you guessed it—second chances with past lovers. It’s hard work to keep the zing and the zang in a relationship. However, I’d rather argue and make up with my dearest everyday instead of braving the dating wilderness. I hear it’s rough and I don’t have tough enough skin. There’s something comforting about an ex that sometimes lands us back into his/her arms. This doesn’t apply to every past relationship, though. If you drop kicked him to the curb because he wasn’t worth the dirt from under your fingernails, then don’t let a walk down memory lane hurdle you back into a “bad” spot.
My cowboys are worthy of second chances. Traumatic events have damaged their relationships and sometimes it takes the hands of the hindsight fairy to make a person realize what they had.
What brings couples closer quicker? Hot, passionate sex. Here are some ideas…
1. Like dancing? Get up close and personal on the dance floor. Grope and tease then finish up later in bed.
2. Have sex in front of a full-length mirror.
3. Loosen up and talk dirty to each other.
4. Ever want to act out a sex scene you’ve read in your fave book? Here’s your chance.
5. Make out in someone else’s bed. Awkward and very sexy.
6. Have a no-hands encounter. Only tongues are allowed.
7. Bondage can be scary, but a few scarfs are playful and fun.
8. Bring a few sex toys into bed.
9. Have sex in water.
10. If porn is your cup of tea, then watch a dirty movie with the sound on full blast.
Where to find the Second Chance Series books!
Second Round Cowboy—Coming this month!
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The tip of her tongue swept out and moistened her bottom lip. “Stop now and I shall burn and disintegrate,” she whispered.
Lifting himself up on his knees, he unfastened her shorts and removed them from her body, her pink panties followed. The air left his lungs in bittersweet yearning. “Damn, you’re so beautiful.” He ran his palm along the slight curve of her stomach and downward, running his fingers across the apex of her thighs. Vanilla entwined with the scent of sweet pussy enveloped his senses. His cock grew and he thought he’d burst.
She must have read his thoughts. She unzipped his jeans and pushed them off his hips, freeing his cock that stood full and erect. He helped by sliding them further down his legs and gave them a toss. Her fingers wrapped around him, pumping and milking, as her hips churned in invitation. Urgency washed over him. It’d been long, too long, and he searched for control. Managing his breathing and burying his face into her chest, he counted ten. When the tightness eased some, he buried his finger knuckle deep inside her silken opening. “You’re fucking hot.”
“I want you, Duke!”
“Are you taking something, baby?” he asked against her cheek. “Protection?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
Removing his finger, he pressed the head of his cock against her lips and her tight muscles wrapped around him. He slid deeper as she swirled her pussy in a rhythmic motion, her fingers gripped his shoulders as he plunged into her. His balls tingled. Her body tensed and her breathing turned ragged. Her nails sank into his back and it drove him over the edge. One last jerky motion and he released.
They lay together, Duke listening to the fast beating of her heart. He didn’t want to move because he knew once he did the pleasant mating would end. He rolled to the side and the cool air swept across his moist cock. Silence became a dark cloud hovering over them.
Lila moved off of the bed, pulling on her panties followed by her shorts. Her hair was disheveled and her lips were swollen from his kisses. His cock jerked and pointed at the ceiling proudly. He was ready for round two, but the distance in her gaze told him it wasn’t happening. His tongue was frozen and his dick went flaccid. She wrapped her arms around her waist and dismay flooded him. “I know that look,” he said. He wished he was a man with a broad vocabulary because he wanted to say something, anything, to erase the signs of disappointment marring her beautiful features.
“And what is this look?”
“That was a record breaker. Hot to cold in seven seconds.” He grabbed his jeans and stood up to pull them on; thankful he didn’t fall flat on his face.
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