Outside it's an ice skating rink. Yesterday my car slid down the drive side ways, little scary but was able to make it down in one piece. My fault to, we shoveled one car lane, but not the other. Oh well, maybe it will melt. We aren't taking the tree out for a pic in the frigid tundra like we'd planned...but thought I'd share anyway, so here it is, nice and cozy inside.Happy Christmas everyone and may your new year bring you nothing but joy.Off to the right of us, see you in the new year. Tilly Greene WARNING! Red hot romances ahead! www.tillygreene.com

All he wanted was to be with her. Nothing mattered without this mermaid at his side. For years he's been lost without his people. He's come down to the beach and looked out at the sea, waiting for someone to come and call him back home.A merman, yes, that's what he was, and Tara was one of his mates.It had been so long since he'd held a mermaid in his arms. Too long. The silken scales tempted him to look and see her in all her beauty. Watch her fins as they fluttered with the lust she felt. She belonged with him, and he knew she'd be beautiful in her natural form. But he'd see her that way later, when they were back in the water. Right now he didn't want to loose the connection between them. Their kiss created an important in his life.It felt right to be with her. If only they were both in their true forms, only then would he know they'd be together forever.As if there were someone waiting to grant his every wish, in that moment his life righted itself. His own scal

Tara felt him start to pull away, to look at what he was touching, but she didn't want to let him go, she couldn't. His kiss was as delicious as she knew it would be but she also needed their connection. She also didn't want to see disgust on his face when he finally saw her body.She really couldn't believe her luck to have found a corporal heart mate. It's been almost a full year since she arrived and there was only one time and one way for her to return home, and it seemed Mark had what she needed.The moment their lips met, opened and their tongues tangled, she felt the change overtake her. It all happened so quickly and painlessly. From just above her feminine mound and up over her hips, green shimmery scales spread out and covered her flesh. Within a few breaths her legs were fused and fins replaced her feet.He was her other half, her heart beat and her body throbbed for him. Only such a person could bring this change about and send her back home. Her problem was she c

Mark didn't know what had hold of him, lust, passion, the devil, whatever it was, he couldn't deny her pull. Tara shifted and he moved in, laying his lips against hers.They were lovely, plump, and spread open further beneath his. Dipping his tongue through the crease, tasting coffee and salt, as if she'd already been out swimming in the sea. He needed more of her essence and delved deeper, tangling his tongue with hers. They circled around each and he fell under her spell. As she tilted her head further to the side, he knew she wanted what he did - to feel her softness against his hard body. While he pressed in for even more of their kiss, he started to lay her down on the sand.He was sure he'd knocked over her coffee as he rolled on top of her, but didn't care. Touching her, kissing her, having her, was all that mattered now.Shifting his hand down, he found the zipper on her sweatshirt and slowly moved it down. Whene he felt flesh beneath his shifting hand, Mark pulled aw

Mark didn't know what had hold of him, lust, passion, the devil, whatever it was, he couldn't deny her pull. Tara shifted and he moved in, laying his lips against hers.They were lovely, plump, and spread open further beneath his. Dipping his tongue through the crease, tasting coffee and salt, as if she'd already been out swimming in the sea. He needed more of her essence and delved deeper, tangling his tongue with hers. They circled around each and he fell under her spell. As she tilted her head further to the side, he knew she wanted what he did - to feel her softness against his hard body. While he pressed in for even more of their kiss, he started to lay her down on the sand.He was sure he'd knocked over her coffee as he rolled on top of her, but didn't care. Touching her, kissing her, having her, was all that mattered now.Shifting his hand down, he found the zipper on her sweatshirt and slowly moved it down. Whene he felt flesh beneath his shifting hand, Mark pulled aw

Oh man, how intoxicating. Her pussy throbbed to life when she heard his voice. It was deep, resonated through her core and reminded her of the lust he brought with him each morning. He had an accent, foreign, although she wasn't sure from where.She was instantly lost in his touch - his big rough hand holding hers. He said something, she wasn't sure what but gave her name and hoped that was a good response. If not, too bad, she was too busy falling into his beautiful blue eyes, surrounded by the most lush eyelashes she's ever seen on a man.This close she could see lovely lips, strong straight nose, and a tempting bald head. She wanted to smooth her hands over the tanned dome, pull his mouth to hers and kiss him as she followed him down to the sand. From a distance he'd been gorgeous, face to face like they were, she easily decided she was his to do with as he willed.Should she fall back on the sand, spread her arms out wide and welcome him to her body? Start to pull her clot

Up until two weeks ago he’d never seen her before, now she was here every morning drinking a cup of something hot when he came down. The first couple of days it felt odd to share the beach with another person, now he looked forward to seeing her tow blonde head as he hit the sand. There was a glow about her that turned his head away from the surf and toward sex.While he sat out in the water on his board, trying to ignore his hard-on and find a peaceful place to start the day, more often than not he’s found himself thinking about her. His wild imagination has attached all sorts of things to her, but when he came back in, none of it seemed to fit.Besides feeling like his body was high jacked by his libido, there were another thing that was odd about her. On some mornings she appeared to be a child, maybe a teen, while other times it seemed more likely she was in her twenties. This only made him more curious about her.Who was she? Why was she here so early in the morning? What

There was something about him, something both dangerous and mysterious that drew her to watch for him. Every morning he paddled out beyond the break and sat on his board looking west while she sat on the shore looking in the same direction.They didn't know each other, although, like her, she assumed he was here waiting for the big wave season to start. And, apparently, they also had in common the enjoyment of the peace found on the sand first thing. By ten this place will be hopping, but she liked the quiet and it seemed he did as well.For the past two weeks she'd walk down here to start the day with a cup of coffee and in a calm state of mind. She was usually here about ten minutes before the buff surfer would stride by. From day one it's played out the same way, him looking in her direction with a small smile and a nod, but no words, on his way into the water. Her bladder always managed to shift her from her place before he came back in, so that was there routine.She wondere

Like a kiss, holding hands brings lovers closer together. Feeling their skin, their presence, beneath your fingertips and soon the heart starts racing.They're walking together down the beach, enjoying the sand beneath their feet, breathing fresh air and being together. Soon, their pace takes them closer together, arms are pressing closer together, and shoulders bumping. His head leans down to whisper in her ear or drop a kiss on cheek. At the same time she rises to her tiptoes and lays her lips against his. She can only take a couple of steps before collapsing back to walk on the soles of her feet. But she's had a taste and wants more. Her fingers start to smooth over the top of his hand, tease him with a the nails, but never letting go. Wrapping her other arm around the front of him, she makes the awkward walking position worthwhile by looking up into his eyes."Want to head back?" There was a smile on her face, but she was serious as well, seriously horny. She wanted to

Red, patent leather, studded heels, high heels, were a treat to herself. While she dressed in a basic manner, her shoes were out there, full of passion she wished she had someone to explore it with.A simple, crisp cotton, white dress shirt, with the collar up and the cuffs rolled a couple of times skimmed over her large bust. Anyone who looked could see her nipples poking through the shirt and her thin bra, one chosen for looks not construction. No matter what type of bra she wore, her breasts were always jiggling around and nipples hard, standing at attention for the right person to come up and take them in hand.She had a pencil slim, black, skirt clung to her curves, tightly enough to give her a seductive strut, but it was all about the shoes tonight. She was tired of waiting around for the right guy, this hump day night out with the girls, she was going to take the right guy for now.Looking around she didn't notice any of her friends were here and figured she was early again.

Susan sat back in a big black leather, watching the parade of young studs pass by, trying to tempt her to pick them. Occassionally her interest was peaked by a particularly fine ass, a serious set of abs, or smooth chocolate flesh. They were all handsome, strong, and tempting men, how could she possibly choose just one? Maybe two, or three would be an even better option. Half way through the line and she was feeling, well, she was feeling them all, each sexy hunk, down there, between her legs.The pulsating need had to be put to the side, for the time being at least. Right now she needed to be cold, practical, level-headed and emotionally distant from them all. It was only sex after all.Then, out of the corner of her eyes, she saw him. Sitting up a little straighter, her gaze moved beyond those strutting slowly in front of her, tracing down the line of men to one just out of range. Susan didn't want to wait for him to make his way before, she wanted to see more and leaned forwa

EnticementShe was walking towards him, hips swaying seductively, elegant hands stroking along her thighs, and he wanted. His dick hardened further as her dress, soft and fluid like water, slipped and slinked around her lush feminine form. The top covered her full and ripe breasts, at the same time allowed them to bounce freely beneath the covering. His eyes were drawn to nipples pebbled with excitement. He was immediately enticed to run his hands up her smooth thighs, pulling the silk dress up until she was completely bare. It didn't matter that they were out in public, he wanted and wouldn't be denied. Standing up, he ignored the hard-on tenting his pants and stepped forward to meet her. Using his hands on her ass, he pulled her close, prodding her with his cock and kissed her with all the lust roiling through him. The red satin was cool to the touch but he could feel the heat of her body just beneath the surface. Oh yes, she wanted too.Tilly Greene WARNING! Red hot romanc

It's that time of year, Spring, when people's minds turn to chocolate and bunnies. Chocolate is an aphrodisiac, gets the lust machine revving and then, it can't be helped, our bunny-like instincts kick in to high gear.Having finished showering, she put on her robe and made her way to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. And there she found him.Head in the opened fridge, no shirt, old jeans on and bare feet spread out while he searched the for something to eat. They'd just spent the morning indulging their passion for each other, and now she felt like she hadn't touched him, held him, loved him, in a thousand years. She was always tempted by him but the way her heart raced, she knew in an instant that she'd have him...right there.Walking up to him on silent feet, she laid a hand on his ass. Immediately he looked over his shoulder and saw who it was. Before he could say anything she slid her hand between his legs, dragging the heel of it along the seam as the fingers smoothed

Is a tattoo art or a sign someone is "bad"?There is a long history for tattoos, going back more than 5000 years. They were marks that defined a person: religion, tribe, status, and much more was reflected in the tattoo. With Christianity came the decline of tribal tattoos. There were other markers in history, but in modern time, a decline started with the depression. One of the final straws to break in the acceptance of tattoos was with the rise of juvenile deliquint and biker gang violence. It was taboo to have a tattoo, only criminals had them.Today the tide has turned again in the art forms favor. There are even popular shows on television based around tattoo shops. Now, many people have them, from housewives to grandparents. One that has always held my attention is the mascectomy patients who choose to get a tattoo where their breast used to be. Some tats mark a specific point in the persons life, others a statement, either way, they have become more mainstream and accepta

Today is the first day of spring and, naturally, my mind turns to matters of the heart...love blooms, flourishes, fresh, sure and strong.A soft pink delicately paints the many petals of the gerber daisy, growing darker and more pure as the color moves to the center...the heart. I see this flower, rising up much as the blush of love, lust, and romance tinges our bodies when were with the one who holds our heart so closet.There was a refreshing chill to the air, but the sun was out and the sky was blue. She stripped off the sweater, jeans, thick socks and boots, everything until all she saw was bare flesh. Had she gained weight? Was that a bruise from walking into the table? Did she shave her legs this week? She turned to the side, oh man, did my butt grow bigger? Do I have a tummy? Then she stood up straight, pulled her shoulders back, sucked in her stomach and laid a hand over the slight curve and smiled at herself. She tossed her hair, put her hands on her hips and looked at

A lovers kiss is one of the most intimate moment they will experience, allowing the participants to feel both full of power and extremely vulnerable.Moist lips barely touch, rub, press against each other, testing the resiliency of the full, silken folds. After the first tentative forays against the other, the lovers quickly become eager, anxious, pushing to be even closer, to be one. Heated breath escapes on a gasp, a moan, a pant, only to be caught, in the back of the throat, on a hitch of rapidly growing need. The taste of the other is there on the supple folds, teasing the tongue to stretch out for a sample from the fount. Love, passion, desire, need, lust, your heart and soul, all and more are shared with a single kiss. Temptation to achieve even greater heights than ever before linger, all while ensuring the lovers are blind to everything but each other.Hmmm, the kiss, delicious, usually starts and ends it all.Tilly Greene's Hot Thoughts Blog Tilly Greene WARNING! Red hot

Where, oh where, have my imaginings gone? It's Wednesday, hump day, so let's talk about this!An image speaks volumes and this one show one of man's most erotic places - leading right to his groin. This woman doesn't need to see everything, just a hint, and the muscle pointing down on either side is a natural path for a single finger to follow down...Hmmm, I look a this picture and see a seduction scene...oh yes...I see it now. After having worked out, he's stripped and ready to shower. She comes in and doesn't stop moving forward until he's pressed up against a the tiled wall. Taking her fingers, she traces his collar bone, down over his pecs, circling, teasing, the nipples, before finally tracing the center line to his belly button. His breath catches in the back of his throat, he wants to close his eyes and just feel her silken softness float over his hard body, but he can't help it, he has to look down and watch her first fingers slide through his sweat into the muscle