Sex Position Gumby from the Wild Wicked Weekend 2015 - Touched by Midas Gumby Excerpt

After sleeping nearly 10 hours last night, I'm finally starting to feel recovered from this year's Wild Wicked Weekend.  I'll blog again soon with pics and details - well, as much detail as I can put out without incriminating the less than innocent.  But today I want to share the Sex Position Gumby excerpt that we didn't have time to do this year.  A HUGE shout out to author Dalton Diaz for the fab job she did with this event.


Not sure what Sex Position Gumby is?  Here's a clip that includes the beautiful Desiree Holt and country singing star Jackson Young. (Check out Jackson Young's video Drunken Angel below. ) 

 

Please note, this is an excerpt from one of the sex scenes in Touched by Midas, my Navy SEAL story in the SEALs Going Hot anthology with Desiree Holt, Cerise Deland and Samantha Cayto.  If you like the excerpt, I hope you'll buy the book.  It's only $2.51, and a girl's gotta buy costumes for next year's WWW :)

Touched byMidas excerpt  by Brenna Zinn

Scene: Navy SEAL, Michael “Midas” Baudine, has succeeded in luring heroine, Angie Summers, to his bed. Things quickly turn on the SEAL, but in all the best ways.

Angie stripped off Midas’ shirt and propped herself up on a stack of firm pillows. With the tip of one finger, she scraped beneath one of her lacy bra straps, slowly, methodically going back and forth between her shoulder and the swell of her breast. At what she gauged was the right time, she pushed the bit of lace off her shoulder, letting the strap fall on to her arm. Midas watched as though mesmerized.

Forging on, she cupped a lace-covered breast and kneaded it for several beats, taking care to pinch the hardened nipple before lowering her hand down the flat of her belly. Without stopping, her fingers drifted beneath her panties. She arched her back as she slipped the pads of two fingers through her soaked folds. She looked up when she heard a gruff groan coming from the SEAL.

He stood, stock still and completely naked, at the side of the bed. Sometime while she lost herself in her naughty little show, he had taken off his underwear.

She removed her hand from her panties, placed one of the wet fingertips in her mouth and sucked. Another rough exhale sounded. Angie lowered her eyelids.

“Bad boy, Midas,” she tsked. “I told you I wanted to take off your underwear. This is not good. This is going to cost you.”

His cock jerked. “Is that right?”

Oh, the pleasure of holding a big man in her little palm. Why had she waited so long?

“That’s right.” Angie shifted and dangled her legs over the side of the bed. She patted the mattress. “This is where I want you to put your belly button. I want to see that firm ass of yours in the air, sailor.”

He hesitated.

She rose from the bed, planting her feet shoulder-width apart and placing a fist on her hip. Pointing toward the mattress, she reached deep down and found her voice of authority.

“I said put your mother-fucking belly button on the bed, sailor.”

Midas complied.

The spot she had chosen was nearly perfect. He was so tall, when bent at the waist, his ass was almost at the right height.

Angie moved behind him. Without warning, she tapped the inside of one of his calves with her big toe.

“Spread those legs.”

His back stiffened, but he adjusted his feet. Now both rounded globes of his tight backside stuck out at just the appropriate angle. Time for a little fun.

“I don’t want to hear a peep from you , Midas. Not one squeak. Do you understand me?”

He had the good sense to nod his answer.

“Excellent.”

There was no way any amount of punishment she could dish out would hurt the SEAL. She was too small to deliver any blow that could provide much more than a good sting. Hardly the kind of play needing a safe word.

Angie placed a fingernail on the right side of his ass and lightly scratched a line on his skin to the left. An explosion of goose bumps rose over his bare back.

Nice.

His reaction encouraged her to brush her palms up his spine to his shoulders. The way back down, she raked her nails over his shoulder blades and on to the fleshy part of his waist, not stopping until she found the curve beneath his butt cheek.

While hunched over him, she reached between his legs and cupped his balls. She’d expected him to utter some low moan some other guttural noise. Other than a quick inhale and a long exhale, he remained quiet. Pleased with his control, she massaged his soft nads and gently pulled. Again, he said nothing.

Did SEALs go through sexual torture training? She’d have to ask. Later.

She found his cock and did her best to wrap her fingers around its girth. Only the tips of her middle finger and thumb touched.

Impressive.

When she started stroking, his head fell forward onto the mattress and his knees slightly bent. She released her hold and gave one of his ass cheeks a solid smack, followed immediately by another thwack to the other cheek.

She nearly roared with laughter when she heard his muffled but enthusiastic, “Fuck yeah!”

“You aren’t being quiet, naughty boy,” she chided when she controlled her chuckles. “Do I need to spank you again?”

He turned his face from the mattress. “Do what you gotta do.”

As much as she would love to give his booty another good whack, the two she’d already struck stung her hand like nobody’s business. He clearly liked to be paddled though. Why not give the guy more? She certainly didn’t mind reddening his backside.

Angie glanced around the room and found a pair of flip-flops that had been tossed carelessly on the floor. After retrieving one sandal and brushing off sand from its sole, she tapped the flimsy shoe in her palm.

“I’m going to paddle you ten times on both sides of your ass. When I’m done, you’re going to turn over and scoot onto the mattress. Understood?”

He beamed.

Tiny bubbles of glee filled her as though she’d just finished off a bottle of sparkling water. Damn this was fun.

She positioned herself behind him, found a solid stance and commenced with swatting his cute ass exactly ten times on each side. When she finished, a pretty shade of pink stained his butt. Based on the way Midas hollered, “Yeah, baby,” and wagged his bottom each time the flip flop met his flesh, he seemed to be enjoying the play as much as she did administering the smacks.

As she’d ordered, Midas turned over and lay across the bed when she’d finished. He looked at her expectantly.

“I want you to watch carefully. There may be a test when I’m done,” she said, caressing her breasts.

She turned her back to him, then unclasped the front hook of her bra. Glancing over her shoulder, she let the lacy lingerie fall to the floor. For her encore, she slipped both hands down the sides of her torso. When she found the string of her panties, she hooked her fingers around it and bent at the waist. After spreading her feet, she slowly shimmied the barely-there undies down her legs to her ankles. Still folded over, she slid one hand up inside her calf and thigh, coming to a stop at her pussy. Starting with the hard nub of her clit, she ran two fingers through the drenched folds and back again, then one more time because it felt so damn good.

 

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Journey to Rota, Spain - The Feria

One of my favorite memories of living in Rota, Spain was attending the annual Feria de Primavera, which is why the event is featured in my upcoming release Touched by Midas, book 4 in the SEALs Going Hot series with Desiree Holt, Cerise Deland and Samantha Cayto.  

Much like the fairs in the United States, many cities in the Andalucia region of Spain had their own fair. And, just like we do here in the land of the free and home of the brave, the Spanish ferias include midway rides, carnival games and lots of eating. But after that, one can easily note the differences between the cultures.

At the ferias, most of the women, regardless of age, wear flemenco (sometimes also called sevillana) dresses. Like fresh flowers blooming, these gorgeous full-length gowns can be seen everywhere. They usually have several layers of ruffles at the sleeves and in the skirt, making the dresses incredibly heavy. The men generally wear high-waisted, tight-fitting slacks, white shirts with vests, a sash and a flat hat, and are breathtakingly handsome.  At the feria, these well-dressed locals parade around on beautifully decorated horse-drawn carriages. 

My daughter in a borrowed sevillana dress.

Some unusual differences I noticed at the feria was that many of the games on the midway gave away shots of thick, sweet wine (muscatell) rather than the typical stuffed animal. And rather than the fun ending at midnight, in Spain the feria goes on all night long. I can't forget to include the dancing! All day and through the night, the people, young and old alike, dance. I simply loved to watch them as they swished, swayed and stomped to the beats played by a Spanish guitar. 

Traditionally, the ferias also have casetas, big tents where families and organizations go to eat, drink and dance the night away. In my time, many of the casetas were privately owned, so an invitation was needed to get in. A private caseta is an important setting in a scene in Touched by Midas.

But let me give you a chance to see why the Rota feria comes up in Touched by Midas.  I hope you enjoy this extended excerpt.  Touched by Midas comes out Friday, August 15th!

Touched by Midas - Excerpt

How did nice girls survive? How did they resist the sexual magnetism of guys like Midas long enough to find the kind of man they could have a real relationship with? The seductive SEAL with the charming smile could make even a nun think twice about her vows, let alone a world-weary bitch trying to redeem herself.

“Sorry,” Angie heard herself say before the last of her restraint gave way. She turned and started walking, avoiding any further tax to her self-control.

“You think I’m not good enough for you?”

His question halted her foot mid-step. Of all the things he could have said, he’d found the one she couldn’t ignore. The one that suggested she was still the unkind woman of her youth. The girl who used people as much as they used her.

Biting a lip, she released a long sigh and made an about face.

“No. I don’t think you’re not good enough for me.”

“That’s easy enough to say, but harder to prove. Go out with me. Show me that your words are worth something.”

So many thoughts swirled through her mind. Some snarky and downright mean. Others a complete abdication to the power that was Midas. But before she could decide which one to toss out, the sailor threw down the gauntlet.

“I’ve got tickets to see Stereo Arsenal next week,” he said, coming closer. “Go with me. Be my date to what will probably be the show of the year on base.”

The mention of her father’s band broke the hold Midas had on her. No way she’d go and be recognized by one of the band members, roadies or fans. She’d already made arrangements for a few hours of private time with her parents while they were in Rota. That visit alone could compromise her identity.

“Sorry, buddy. No can do. I’m really not a fan of rock-and-roll.”

“Not a fan of rock and roll?” His eyebrows rose in mock surprise. “How is that even possible? Don’t you know that Stereo Arsenal is one of the best bands from the 80s? These guys sold more albums and had more top-ten hits than anyone else in their genre. They’re classic. Just scoring tickets for the show was a major coup.”

She couldn’t help the pride swelling her chest. Her father might be the leader of the madhouse, but he and the band had worked hard to rise to the top. They deserved every accolade they received.

“I don’t want to go to the concert by myself,” he persisted, increasing the wattage to his dazzling smile. “Prove your words are more than just sounds coming from those pretty lips.”

“Please.” She rolled her eyes. “There are dozens of beautiful women in Rota who would love to be your date. Maybe you should ask one of them.”

“You’re the only person I’m interested in. You have been for a while.”

She’d heard a lot of pickup lines in her lifetime, but the one he just spouted had to be one of the best. It even had her jaded heart fluttering. The man was more than just a handsome face. He had skills, she’d give him that.

A small car turned a corner and headed in their direction. Midas grabbed her hand, leading her from the street to a long stretch of grass outlining the marina. Across the bay, the lights from Cadiz twinkled like stars against the water. The delicious smells of cooking food and sweet sangria scented the air.

The whole tableau around her was becoming a little too romantic for her liking. Midas wasn’t the long-lasting relationship-type she was searching for. He was sexy, the love ’em and leave ’em kind of guy, who basked in the glow of conquering prey and climbing his way to the top of the adoration mountain. She’d seen him around his friends. He liked to be the leader of the pack, numero uno, the man in the limelight. God only knew what he would do if he ever found out her real identity. Most likely sell the story to some trashy celebrity magazine, where his handsome face could be on display for the entire world to see and admire.

The strong desire to bed the SEAL who thought the sun rose and set on his ass and then knocking him down to the size of a handheld bobble head tempted like crack cocaine to a recovering drug addict. Clearly she still had more work to do in the Mother Teresa department. The sooner she could make her getaway, the better.

“Do us both a favor and take no for my answer. Trust me, it’s for the best.” Once again, she tried to pull away from his grasp, but this time he not only held tight, he clasped his free hand on their entwined fingers.

“Tell you what,” he said, inching closer. “The Rota feria is happening this weekend. Go with me to the fair tomorrow night. If it’s not the best date you’ve ever had, I’ll never ask you out again. I’ll leave you alone to the fabulous life you seem to be enjoying so much.”

A light whiff of his intoxicating cologne wafted from his warm body, clouding her already impaired senses. Shivers rippled down her back and up her quaking legs, meeting in her belly where they loop-de-looped as though on a roller coaster. Between her legs a familiar ache pulsed. She’d been without a man—the right man—for too long.

“And if it is the best date?” Her voice sounded strangled. How could she possibly concentrate with so much testosterone and lust inundating her sensibilities?

“Then you go to the concert with me. I’ll show you just how good rock-and-roll can be.”

Thank God she had a little control of her faculties, otherwise she would have burst out laughing. She knew exactly how good and how bad rock-and-roll could be.

The offer he put before her was tempting. Midas had given her a golden opportunity to finally get him out of her hair for good.

Little did he know she’d dated some of the legends of the silver screen, as well as the music scene. Dozens of men had wooed her with fancy meals, trips and the like. The odds of the Navy SEAL standing before her besting her previous dates were so minuscule that not even a down-and-out Vegas bookie would consider making odds.

“You’re saying you’ll never bother me again if I do this?” She leaned back to gauge the expression on his face. He was so irritably good looking and beguiling, would she even be able to tell if he was lying? “You’ll stop asking me out if I go to the fair with you and don’t have the date of the century?”

“As long as you promise to give me a fair chance and are one-hundred percent honest with me once the date is over. Honesty is extremely important to me, just so you know.” He released her hand and held up two fingers. “If you’ll do that, then you have my solemn promise. Scouts honor.”

Agreeing had to be a mistake. Most likely there was some kind of catch or trick she couldn’t see through. There couldn’t be a way to make a night at a simple fair in Rota, Spain the best night of her entire life. No freaking way.

“Fine.” She dug in her purse for a scrap of paper and a pen. When she finished writing her address, she held out the ripped slip. He reached for it, but she yanked back the paper. “Promise me one more time. If I tell you honestly that you didn’t best any of my previous dates, we are done. No more accidently meeting me on base. No more holding doors open. No more anything.”

Midas snatched the slip from her grasp and grinned. “You just worry about where you want to eat before the concert. I’m a man who never loses.”

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