Thanksgiving With An Edge


A little history lesson via one of the greats;  E.E. Cummings:



In 1935, Cummings penned and attempted to get published a book of poetry. It was turned down by fourteen publishers. With his mother’s help, he self-published the work, which he titled “No Thanks;” a retort to all who rejected his work, as indicated by the dedication to them. His orthography is fittingly fashioned in the shape of an urn.



A personal declaration of thanks on Thanksgiving 2014:

I give thanks that I have not done anything this rash…yet.












A Personal Favorite



“There is a charm about the forbidden


that makes it


unspeakably desireable.”


                                                                                 ~~Mark Twain

Hawaiian Delite


Hawaiian Delite

Delite toweled herself off wishing she could just walk off the set.

“One or two more shots and it’s a wrap,” Meril said, walking toward her.

“You said that twelve shots ago,” She protested from a seat without shade.

“Come on,” he cajoled, hauling her from the beach chair, “On your feet. You have to pay me back for those puppies, right,” He asked, training his rat-face and squinty eyes on her chest.

Delite walked to the backdrop cursing him silently and struck a pose. This better be it, you smarmy snake!

Meril snapped several shots ordering, “Shoulders back, chest out. Smile!”

She glared holes through him wishing she had been able to turn down this junket  but forced a frozen smile for the camera.

“You’re not giving me what I need, Delite!”

“Meril please,” She plead, wondering if one more smile would fracture her face permanently.

“I need, ‘Come fuck me in Hawaii!‘ I need,”

“Meril, I’m begging you,” She interrupted.

“I need more, Delite! I need a brochure that says, ‘I’m a free whore! Come to Hawaii and I’ll jack your junk!‘”

Infuriated, she grabbed her shirt and yanked it down exposing nearly everything.

“Excellent,” He smiled haughtily, “That’s better! Great!”

She barely had a white-knuckled grip on the last of her patience and allowed herself some small amusement at his expense.

‘Excellent? Great?’ So now you think you’re a professional? I’m going to be a rich supermodel and then I’ll stomp you into the dirt with the rest of the scumbags in the biz. She pushed her toes into the sand, smiling coyly, imagining crushing him like a bug.

“We’re losing daylight,” He shouted, pointing at the crew beckoning them to move the set, “Okay! This is it! Let’s do it! Lick your lips and show me that B.J. pout,” Meril ordered turning back to her.

Delite turned it on one last time, as the sun sank behind her, and prayed for an end to this grueling day. He moved in for a close shot and she yanked her bikini bottom down, leaving precious little to the imagination. With pearl-white teeth clenched, she talked herself through the shoot, He’s a dick. No big. You’ll work for lots in this business. Besides, she thought, this is just getting a start. This is the hard part; paying your dues.

Meril stretched his thin lips into a lecherous smile saying, “Perfect! Now lean in and show me the goods, baby! Let’s part those oldsters from their money!”

Delite leaned down as Meril moved in again. He made her skin crawl and she knew, at this range, he wasn’t shooting for the brochures anymore. He took another step and she lost her tenuous grip. With his face and the lens very nearly down her cleavage, she fisted the business end of the camera to shove the hardware back into his face.

Owww! What the fuck? You don’t act like a model who wants to get paid, Delite,” He warned, wearing a smirk that made her want to spit nails.

She took a deliberate step, not releasing the lens, and moved her face close to his. They stood, nose to nose and she ground out, “It’s a wrap, you S.O.B., and I better not find any of your close-ups anywhere but the trash!”

Delite turned away to retrieve her towel, muttering, “Lowlife, good for nothing, scum-sucking shit! If I wasn’t desperate, I’d be on my way to the airport.”

Meril was one step behind her asking, “Really? With what? Monopoly money? Until those tits are paid for I own you, so you’ll do whatever I want, slut!”

She froze at the sudden realization that she’d sold her soul to the devil. Turning on her heel she spewed murderously, “You make me physically ill. You’re vermin. Go be with your own kind! Turn over any rock!

“Not until I’m paid in-full, you cock-sucking whore!”

“Fine,” She screamed, “That’s just fine! You’ll get paid! I’m making a one-night-only offer, to the boil on the butt of the human race, to get you off my back forever,” She screamed, hot-footing it to the hotel door.

Meril stayed on her heels as she ran for the elevator. He caught the doors and forced them open, threatening in a low, menacing tone, “You’ll part like these doors for me or I’ll fucking split you open!” The doors closed behind him and he backed her into a corner.

“Never corner a wild animal, rat brain! You’ve been warned!”

He grabbed her shirt at the bodice and pulled hard. Delite watched him throw her beach wrap aside and sprang at him, clawing his skin, scoring him sharply, screeching, “That cost a lot, fucker,” as the doors rolled open again.

Meril picked her up seething, “Shut the fuck up or I’ll add an extra week to this shoot,” then flung the door to his room open and threw her down on the bed.

She stifled a surprised cry as he removed his belt, issuing a demand, “Kneel, bitch,” He ordered, tossing pants to the floor.

Delite knew she was defeated. She knelt before him trying not to look up. Meril  stood firm, cupping her chin roughly. Finally, she raised her eyes and they both fell into hysterics, laughing until they were sprawled on the floor. Suddenly, her eyes were smoldering and she clawed the rest of his clothes out of her way.

She sucked his cock violently, grazing him with her teeth as she pushed up and down his length. He forced his stiffness down her throat mercilessly, making her choke and struggle to breathe, relentlessly pummeling her bruised lips. In a last ditch effort to regain some control, she pushed off the floor finding just enough leverage to roll him over.

She mounted him, cowgirl posture with knees on his forearms, smiling victoriously, “Beg me,” she demanded smugly.

He shook his head so she clasped his face between her thighs, demanding, “Eat me! You know you want to!”

She slid closer to his face and Meril grasped her round, silky ass pulling her to him. He began licking small circles around her clitoris, teasing her until she could take no more. He ran the tip of his tongue around her tiny nub until she was almost vibrating astride him.

She fisted his hair as he breathed hotly against her bundle of nerves. Pulling her sweet pussy into his mouth, his tongue speared her depths searching out her most intense pleasure, slowly delving in and out, deepening each time. Delite bit her lower lip to stifle a scream as he tongue-fucked her masterfully. She bucked wildly, riding his face like her life depended on it, until he pushed her onto her back to drive his hard, aching length into her steamy, hot cavern.

She abandoned all dignity and control as they fucked savagely; thrashing, bucking and thrusting until they exploded in blinding ecstasy. She screamed her unbearable release with Meril’s cock throbbing and jumping in the confines of her taut, dripping canal. They lay together side-by-side on the carpet, in each other’s arms momentarily sated, and she giggled, “I love this game.”

He laughed, saying, “Me too, and I’m glad we got married last night. If you hadn’t said yes soon, I was sure to end up in jail.”

Delite shrugged, teasing impishly, “Why buy the horse when I’m getting a free ride?”

“Because we were made to love each other,” He smiled at her with adoration and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

“Yes, yes, yes, we were,” She sighed, “Oh! Next time, let’s play ‘How many hotels we can get thrown out of?'”

Meril rose, turned down the bed and fluffed the pillows as she snuggled close to him, “You’re on, my beautiful bride, but you’ll have to repay me for those free rides,” He taunted, already planning their next game, “Of course, I’ll try to go easy on you, since you are now my sole Hawaiian Delite,” He chuckled.

She pulled up a tan, slender leg to plant her foot on his ass and shove him off the bed, laughing, “Don’t you dare!”

Meril peered up at her from the floor, rubbing his bruised ass, with eyes narrowed in challenge. He stood and pinned her to the headboard, rasping intimidatingly, “You’ll pay for that, bitch.”

Her lips turned up in a sultry smile as she whispered, “Hawaiian Delite, anyone?”

Meril growled and lunged at her.


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