Their Top 10 #Holiday list & ‘Cheerleaders in Heat’ #erotica @LaurenceChrissy @SexyMuffyWilson

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Hey folks! Today I’m happy to introduce you to Chrissy Laurence and Muffy Wilson and their story Cheerleaders in Heat!

~ BIO: Chrissy Laurence ~

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Chrissy Laurence is the cousin of Best Selling mystery writer C.K.Laurence. Chrissy has always wanted to write, but until her dear friend Muffy encouraged her to do so, she kept the manuscript she had started tucked away without moving forward.

Thrilled with the opportunity to collaborate, she forwarded her manuscript to Muffy. It turned out that the two women were a perfect team and the result of Chrissy and Muffy’s work is CHEERLEADERS IN HEAT…

Yours to read and enjoy—thoroughly!

~ STALK: Chrissy Laurence ~

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~ BIO: Muffy Wilson ~

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Muffy, author of erotic, romantic novels and stories about love, sex, hope and passion, was born in San Antonio, Texas, to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family “princess,” indulged and pampered. She adored her older brothers, following them everywhere and was surrounded by love, stimulation, and pets. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. The family lived in most points between Alaska and France. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and came of age in France.Returning from France with her family, Muffy finished high school in Northern California and attended the University of California at Davis and majored in Business Management. She entered the work force, independent with a fierce work ethic, and retired at 39 from IBM as a Mid-West Regional Director in the Real Estate and Construction Division. She and her husband moved to a small Island in northern Wisconsin where they owned a historic one hundred year old tavern, restaurant and resort business which they since have sold.They now live a charmed life by the water in SW Florida. Muffy pretends to be a serious real estate business person but, in real life, indulges her private interest writing sexy stories and sensual literotica. ~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion.

~ STALK: Muffy Wilson ~

~ Chrissy Laurence: Top 10 Favorite Things about the Holidays ~

1. I get to see relatives who I love dearly, but because of the distance apart, we rarely have a chance to visit with throughout the year. I don’t think there is anything more heartwarming than spending time with those I miss so completely.

2. Somehow friends who live close and far away manage to find the time/way to spend time with the people who have been such an integral part of making me who I am! You know who I’m talking about—the very special dear ones that you can go years without seeing or speaking to that (as we open our mouths) can pick up right where we left off, regardless of the time that has passed, as though we had spoken just a few minutes ago. The love is so deep and our hearts are so full that it simply envelops us and the memories of our youth come flooding back as though no time at all has passed.

3. We have a chance to forgive (and be forgiven) for past transgressions. People tend to let down their usually guarded attitudes and open themselves to righting wrongs and allowing new beginnings. This refers to business, as well as friendship; although this, of course, only refers to a precious few. If only one relationship can be resolved, or just one business deal can be saved, it is one less painful matter that guides our lives, it is just that much less suffering we have to deal with in our daily lives.

4. There seems to be lightness in the air and moods of most. I’m not one to applaud the “Hallmark” holiday spirit, but there is something about the street decorations–even here in Miami Beach where the weather is in the high ‘80s, low ‘90s—that brings a smile to even the grouchiest of Scrooges. People don’t tend to lay on their car horns over the slightest transgression or lower their windows to shoot that middle finger at other drivers for reasons only the shooter understands.

5. I suppose this could be bundled—isn’t EVERYTHING bundled these days(?)—with number 4, but it just seems that “love is in the air.” As one who suffers horrendous holiday depression, it has to be a very, very strong sense of good that wraps us because my depression is year-round and come the holidays, I tend to tank; however, the surplus of smiles reaching out to one another manages to keep me from allowing the quicksand of sadness to take me down and bottom me out. Love is a good thing!

6. Huge sales in the department stores and online as well these days are a wonderful, wonderful plus. More so, the “gift goodies” that go along with the sale prices are great fun. I have two daughters and a daughter-in-law (that I truly love right along with my daughters) enjoy perfumes and make-up, and for even less than we would ordinarily pay for the original price of our regular products. I say “we,” but anyone who has daughters knows that “we” is really “I,” who buys everything, so I tend to buy in triplicate so I can give them all the terrific gift packages that come with whatever it is I’m buying. The smiles I see on their faces, the hugs and kisses that go along with the smiles and the fun of seeing them open the packages also take me a long way from the awful depression I once suffered. “Stuff” isn’t usually something that buoys me (as you have probably gathered from 1 through 5 of my holiday joys, but in this case, the happiness that the freebies infuse into my daughters makes it worth counting in my holiday pluses.

7. Okay, when I start moving into perfumes and cosmetics and justifying them, I know I have pretty well covered the truly important holiday joys. It’s really about the goodness they bring out in so many of us and the hope that maybe, just maybe, next year will be better and bring the peace—throughout the world, as well as inside ourselves that we all are looking for, praying for and about which we dream.

8. In this world today, we want (need) peace more than ever before, without a doubt. The madness that seems to be driving various splinter groups, religious and otherwise, is making it nearly impossible for the average citizen to go anywhere without worrying about being attacked or bombed. The new generation has no memory of a time when car/house doors could be left open; going to a movie, concert and/or mall without fear of a bomb or gunmen/women charging in and killing them. Even those of us who do have memories of a kinder, simpler time are bound by today’s insanity and live in fear of where our next step will take us—so that magnifies even the tiniest joys and precious little extra moments of happiness.

9. Having a grandchild to love is the very best holiday joy. All Evan Samuel has to do is smile. That lights up the room, my life and the entire world! I never dreamed that a grandchild could be so important towards making my life complete, yet his every move makes me more euphoric and makes life—even life today—joyous. Watching Evan open a present, play with a new toy or watching my daughter dress him in a new outfit makes me Wow, just WOW!!!

10. Finally, we take it full circle. Even though my Mom and Dad aren’t here to give me the love that always made me so secure, I recognize it is my turn to step up to the plate and pass that love and security on to my children and grandchildren. Loving my children and grandchildren, and of course, my baby brother, gives back so much happiness to me. The strength I derive from the reverberation of the love I share with my most special dears is the core of my holiday joy. It’s too bad that all of this can’t be extended throughout the year. I know my love is a constant, and although I’ve tried, I can’t find a way to infuse it into the rest of the people in the world. If anyone can think of a way, please let me know immediately!

~ Muffy Wilson: Top 10 Favorite Things about the Holidays ~

1. The Love: For me, the Holidays are a time to rejoice at the love I have found in my life and to be grateful and rejoice. To be honored with not only the comforts that I require but the abundance of love I desire has been my greatest blessing. I celebrate all those that bring such joys into my life and share the abundance in my life.

2. The Memories: Who can get away from the memories, both good and bad? Personally, I dwell upon the good. It is in my nature to abandon the bad things in my life to drift lifeless into a sea of abandon. I even have a hard time, after a while, remembering the bad things that have happened, or been said or been done to me. I think it is because I do not give bad things breathing room or life. What cannot thrive does not live and if it does not live the pain is gone.

3. The Loss: I do think about those who have gone from my life, either from choice, circumstance, or death. They live on in my life through my heart and I acknowledge my loss and sadness that they are gone. We must honor that they lived and loved within us, to do otherwise denies their very existence and deserving place in my heart.

4. The Children: I even love the commercials on television of the children tobogganing, eating, crying, fighting, eating. Thanksgiving is for the adults with a time of reflection and gratitude, but Christmas…ah, Christmas is for the children in all of us. It is at this time that we rejoiced in the birth of another child, a child of love and peace. We celebrate that life then and now as He lives in all children—no matter our age.

5. The Family: We live in a whirlwind world or speed and impatience. The Holidays really force us to sit, gather our wits, recharge and appreciate why we do all of this year after year. When I look around a room full of family, I see the faces and smiles of all who came first, before us. It is wonderful to be surrounded by so many loved ones.

6. The Stories: And with family comes the inevitable stories, jaunts big and small down memory lane about which we laughed, cried, fought, loved and honored. Those stories are the fabric of our lives, the jewels strung together one by one that join us in history and heritage.

7. The Weather: The weather has always played a part in the Holidays. Thanksgiving marks the beginning of deer season, hopefully with a sprinkling of snow to paint the landscape in a blanket of white to see the deer and muffle the sound of footsteps. And the cold. Christmas is full on snow and hot toddies by the fireplace with a sense of fellowship and sharing. It is a time to snuggle and with the closeness comes love.

8. The Music: There is always music. Why everyone singing sounds so much better is really in the choice of music. Holiday music is graceful, joyful and loving. We praise those that love us, dance with those who always smile in our presence. Music is uplifting and provides us with more magic in the fire, the snow, the cold, the hot chocolate. And everyone joins in. Music is the magic.

9. The Food: What can any of us say? Everyone is a great cook during the Holidays and memories are anchored by food and fellowship: Father’s pecan pie, Mom’s stuffing and giblet gravy, Nana’s two fingers of Ten High with some making it into the bread pudding, green bean casserole, hot steamy dishes on cold nights in transit to a potluck. All the food is delicious, even if it is not, because it was made by loving hands and good intentions.

10. The Reflection and Quiet: And then finally, the quiet exhaustion when the small smile of reflection raises the corners of one’s mouth. Is there a better way to honor the passing of another Holiday, another year than with a warm brandy and the joy at creating more memories? And we are back where we started at the love. Ah….The Love.



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Miami Rattlers Cheerleader Cherie Redd is exquisitely beautiful, athletic, and very, very lonely. Romance: a puzzling phenomenon she figured had something to do with guys’ fear of rejection or lack of self-confidence because they just didn’t have what it takes to win someone like Cherie.
Titillatingly sexy and breathtakingly beautiful, Cherie and her other cheerleading friends often spent their lonely Saturday nights lamenting their beauty and available just for the asking. The prettiest single women around: lonely, loveless and forlorn.
Frustrated by too many quiet nights at home or with other cheerleaders, Cherie was oh-so-eager for romance and a man to seduce her lavishly. She wanted to feel what a real orgasm in the arms of an adoring man was like once again. So, she tucked her vibrator away and took to the Internet. Cherie had no clue how rapidly the seduction would begin or where her life would careen as a result. Painfully naive and overwhelmed by admirers before her spinning head cleared, Cherie was learning things her momma never even knew enough to warn her about.
Follow Cherie and her friends as their sexual scoreboards light up brighter than in any stadium as their downward spiral introduces them to hot ménage sex, perversion and degradation.
Or does it?

As the evening darkened into night, the lights of Miracle Mile slowly came on, one-by-one, to welcome the late comers to the Strip. They were clearly interested in one another, their eyes locked in a magnetic embrace. Her emerald eyes lost their golden flecked luster to a dark, nighttime desire, matching Juan’s. Their hands touched often, fingertips communicating the messages lovers speak that only they can hear. Cherie, thinking the better of the two with the most to lose, excused herself to the ladies room.

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There was a fiery feeling building up a steam that needed expression and release. In the restroom stall, Cherie raised her dress and put her hand up her thigh. She moved her red thong out to the side as she searched for her honey spot, now wet and eager. She knew this would not take long; so much emotion had burned through her already tonight. Her head relaxed to the wall and she began to finger herself rapidly as she thought about Juan holding his cigar and the size of his hands. God, but he was handsome, tall and virile. She wondered about his cock. Was he circumcised or did he have a turtleneck sweater? She smiled and released a slight giggle. Was he long, thin, short, thick, wide and flat, bushy or trimmed? How did he smell: like a warm musky forest after a light rain or like boot leather? Did he like briefs or boxers? Oh, God, maybe a thong… Oh God, oh God, maybe he was wearing a thong now, or nothing! She could feel the earlier tension redirecting energy to her clit as she became more and more aroused at the thought of Juan’s cock. She was adept at fingering herself and she wasted no energy now. She began to moan and move with the rhythm of her hand and fingers. She released her neck muscles and her head rolled from shoulder to shoulder. She could feel it all over now, everywhere. She was electrified, getting wetter with each stroke. Damn, she wished she had her finger vibrator, but she only carried it when she travelled. She would have to rethink that strategy another time.

She is reading for pointers from The Girls

She moaned, gyrated, clinched and quivered. She moved in harmony with her passion, with the ebb and flow of her pulse. Her eyes closed floating in the image of Juan, and then she raised her foot to the seat in the stall. She spread her legs giving her hand full open access: oh, what a vision she must have been. She was hot, looked sublime, and coming soon in her red silk undies. Her thong and garter belt pushed aside, she tormented her clit and pussy. Aware that people looked at her as if they wanted her made her feel better and gave her an emotional edge. She pretended Juan was looking at her now in the same way. She began to come in her hand: two fire-red tipped fingers plunged inside of her pussy and her red-tipped thumb found the pink pearl of her existence. She worked herself into frenzied hot passion as she imagined Juan kissing her, holding her breasts, pinching her nipples, bending to suck her aureole and bite her nipples. Her hardened nipples stretched and made an appearance under her tight fully

He just collided with an 80 year-old Grandmother at a bus stop

fitted dress. God! Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God and she released a moan with her breath as she gripped her thighs tightly together, pushed, quivered, contracted and came. She stood like that for a few seconds then relaxed as she rotated her head and released her neck muscles. She felt like a new woman: a woman that knew she should be headed home before her quality time with the man at hand, Juan, turned into quality debauchery. Cherie emerged from the ladies’ room looking like a redheaded goddess, to Juan’s eye. It was a wonder to him what women could do to themselves in a few short minutes to freshen up. Begging the late hour and an early call tomorrow, Cherie left after the next glass of wine and a penetrating kiss promised more to come.

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Chrissy Laurence and Muffy Wilson, thank you for stopping by today!

Love & blessings to all! ❤

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4 thoughts on “Their Top 10 #Holiday list & ‘Cheerleaders in Heat’ #erotica @LaurenceChrissy @SexyMuffyWilson

  1. Muffy Wilson December 14, 2015 at 8:44 AM

    Thank you so much, Miss Jacey, for your unfailing support and enthusiasm. The book and the post looks fab! There is a great promotion at The Black Unicorn for a bunch of stuff including a $10 Amazon GC for Cheerleaders and a bunch of ***FREEBIE*** goodies your readers should enjoy here:
    Blessings from SW Florida,

  2. Muffy Wilson December 14, 2015 at 8:44 AM

    Reblogged this on Muffy Wilson and commented:
    Thank you so much, Miss Jacey, for your unfailing support and enthusiasm. The book and the post looks fab! There is a great promotion at The Black Unicorn for a bunch of stuff including a $10 Amazon GC for Cheerleaders and a bunch of ***FREEBIE*** goodies your readers should enjoy here:
    Blessings from SW Florida,

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  4. MyFamilysHeart December 16, 2015 at 11:37 AM

    Thank you so much for being part of this tour and loved the top 10

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