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The One ..!

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Meg Philip
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Am I the one?

I want to be the one you wake up next to; the first person that you see every morning

The one to wake you up with a smile and more

I want to be the one you rush home to; the one you can’t bear to be apart from

The one that makes your smile brighter than yesterday and even brighter than the day before

I want to be the one that makes you happy; the one that makes you belly laugh

The one you turn to in times of need, want and desire

I want to be the one you call when you’ve had a good or bad day; the first person you want to share your news and experiences with, both good and bad.

If and when we’re apart, I want to be the one you call when you just wake up and the last person you speak to before you go to bed

I want to be the one that you call in the middle of the night, when you can’t sleep

If and when we’re apart, I want to be the one that when you mention my name, you smile broadly, fondly and lustfully

When you mention my name, you smile in memory of the last thing you said to me; and the last moment we shared

I want to be the one that when you mention my name, you think about the memories we’ve already made and those we are yet to create

I want to be the one to make your eyes sparkle, your smile brighter and your dick twitch, whenever you hear my voice

And when you see me, I want to be the one that makes your heart skip a beat, makes you melt and the one that make your dick get hard

I want to be the one that when you see me all you want to do is hold me, protect me, squeeze me, kiss me, make love to me.

I am the one; I am your one…!

A Letter to My Lover..!

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Meg Philip
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Letter to my lover
Antigua

A Letter to My Lover..!

Dear Lover,

Being around you these past few days has made me realise just how much good dick that I’m actually missing out on. I mean I know I took a very, very long time to cum and I could have quite easily gone a few more rounds, but jheeeeez!!  That fucking dick! 

That juicy fucking dick was just so fucking good, it made me realise that I have to go back out on the prowl. I have to get back out there, back out on the prowl and in search of that good fucking dick. You know that one good fucking dick that my juicy pussy deserves, and has been seriously lacking for fuck knows how fucking long!!!

Where was I?

Oh yeah, back to that good fucking dick of yours.

I remember when your dick eased his way into my fat and wet, juicy pussy. Gently pushing his head along the ridges of my pussy walls and deeper inside me. I drew in your juicy fucking dick with a tight but wet welcome; squeezing my inner walls as you eased that good fucking dick deeper and deeper right up to the hilt. 

Damn!!!!!

You felt so good. Oh baby you felt so good! So fucking good that my pussy started to weep; she released a warm and sticky trickle of pure unfiltered cunt juice, that coated your good fucking dick as you slowly pulled him out of me. Eased him out with such slow but powerful strength; out of my soaking wet, fat and juicy cunt.  Fuck me it was good.

You mumbled as you slowly made sweet love to me. Muttered incoherently as the anticipated connection neared fruition. We’d been waiting for this moment for a good while and the time was here and now.

I could tell you wanted to dive straight in and beat the fuck out of my pussy with a determined animal passion, but instead you held back. You held back so that the first memory you created would be the one where the two of us are entwined in an unbridled combination of lust and passion. Unbridled, extremely erotic and very explicit; certainly not for the faint hearted. Fuck me your dick felt so fucking good! 

Our combined pent up passion was fiery and hot; the heat emanating from us was intense. The sweat dripped from your body and onto mine, our bodies glistened as one. 

You slowly fed me with your good fucking dick. My pussy was hungry, correction: my pussy was famished. I met you stroke for stroke, you pounded my tight juicy pussy with a renowned determination; determined to beat the fuck out of my sweet, fat, juicy; cunt. You wanted me to beg you for more, you wanted me to scream out your name, call you pappy even, and then tell you how badly I wanted to cum. How badly I wanted you to make me cum. But the harder you fucked me, the harder I fucked you back.

“Damn this has never happened to me before; no girl could ever match me stroke for stroke, much less outfuck me.”

I could tell you was in awe, even before you told me; instantly smitten.

“Duh! I know it’s never happened to you before, girlfriend got skills!” I said cheekily

“You are definitely a keeper,”you said boldly.

I smiled and blushed.

Feeling you inside me made me realise just how much good fucking dick I’m missing out on. It’s been that long since I’ve had any good dick that my pussy held back; she held back so that she could hold onto that good dick feeling for as long as possible. She held back because sadly, she couldn’t remember the last time she had it that good. Held back because she wasn’t sure if and when she’d ever get to experience dick so fucking good again.

As each of your strokes sunk deeper into my pussy, the realisation became stronger.  The realisation that there was still some good fucking dick out there and I’m definitely NOT on the receiving end of any of it.  Yep; it’s official, I’ve been missing out on some seriously good, fucking dick! 

Dick so fucking good that it turns a sister into a possessive creature, willing to do anything to be back on the receiving end of some really good fucking dick.

Seriously though, I mean real talk! I can’t believe that I’ve been screwing myself over all this fucking time. I’ve been proper mugging myself off by settling for some selfish second-class dick, when thereare plenty of perfectly good fucking first class dicks, like yours, out there!

So Mr. Lover, thank you for that enlightening experience and that gentle yet harsh reminder that my pussy is very much destined for and thoroughly deserves some good fucking “first class” dick only.

With that in mind I’m in the process of executing my action plan to source and secure some good fucking “first class” dick and let me tell you, the results are amazing and comparable so far!

Until we meet again, Pappy…. x

Yours forever,

Monique xx

Members Only

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Meg Philip
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Members Only!

“Members Only, it’s a private party. Don’t need no money, to qualify..!”

Well not quite, but every time I think of the title of my new novel, this song by Bobby Bland pops into my head; random I know.

Anyway after much blood, sweat, tears and very, very strong language my 4th novel is finally ready to be unleashed into the wild.  

Members Only didn’t take as long to write as it did to edit and format and don’t even get me started on the other gremlins that tried to prevent this baby from being released. Perseverance prevailed.

This latest addition to my library tells the story of Angelique, Nadine, Kelly and Maxine; 4 strong and independent women, close friends that enjoy and live life to the fullest. The men in their lives like to think they’ve got it sussed and their women under control, but they couldn’t be further from the truth if they tried. Read all about these 4 strong and beautiful women; their antics, work, their passion for life and of course, men!

Click on the book title to get your copy of Members Only alternatively, you can visit the usual online bookstores or hit me up for a signed copy if you’re local.

Thank you, in advance, for your continued love and support.

Love Meg xx

Coming soon…

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Meg Philip
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Coming soon…

Thanks to a number of issues beyond my control, publishing my latest novel is taking a lot longer than expected.

However, the anticipated wait is almost over and “Members Only” will be released very, very soon; watch this space..!

Love Meg xx

Habit..!

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Meg Philip
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Habit..!

It’s official I have a habit; no matter how many times I try to fight it, I always fall at the first hurdle. Yep, I’m addicted. Going cold turkey is not an option either. I’m addicted to the sky, the clouds, the stars; I’m addicted to sunrise and sunset, I love watching the moon in all of its glory.

You know you’ve got it bad when you get up extra early when you’re having a day off, just to watch the sunrise. You know you’ve got it bad when you go through the pictures on your phone and all you can see are ‘sky pics’ with varying cloud formations. You know you’ve got it bad when all of the ‘sky pics’ in your phone look more or less the same.

You know you’ve got it bad when you stop the car in the middle of where ever, to take a picture of the sunrise or sunset. You know you’ve got it bad when those that know you best start to feed your addiction by taking and sending you beautiful ‘sky pics’ whilst they’re out and about.

You know you’ve got it bad when you decide to tell the world just how much you love the sky and the clouds; that you love the subtle colour changes as the sun shakes hands with the moon as they cross paths and vice versa.

I’m addicted to the sky, the clouds, the stars; I’m addicted to sunrise and sunset and I love watching the moon in all of its glory.

Mother Nature at her best is absolutely amazing; embrace it

In-Flight Waffle

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Meg Philip
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In-Flight Waffle

Right about now, I feel like I’m on top of the world, thanks to my mate Hennessy!  Although, I guess I’m not that far from being on top of the world, as I sit on my Virgin flight to Barbados at 39,000 thousand feet in the air.

I’m trying to write, I had grand plans to write for the duration of this 8 hours and 9 minutes flight, but if I’m being honest, I am proper distracted!  I paid for extra legroom but still feel cramped; note to self, book premium or above for any long haul flight, it really is the only way to fly.  Looking around at those without the extra legroom however, I realise I am less cramped than they are.  Again, note to self, book premium or above when flying long haul!

This is the second time I’ve switched on my laptop, opened up my work in progress and attempted to knock out a chapter or two but as I said, I am proper distracted.  I’m distracted by the uncomfortable seat, the people walking up and down, the roar of the engine, the in flight entertainment and the throbbing in my feet; not to mention the throbbing in my clit.  I snoozed during one of the films and woke up feeling exceptionally horny, my clit was on fire and if there were another solo traveller of the male variety, I would have invited him to join me in a little mile high activity.  Looking around at the minimal talent on this flight though, I don’t think there is a traveller on board that is as upfront as me.  The man in front looks like he’d be up for anything, especially with the amount of miniatures he has consumed; even his wife looks like she would be up for a little extra marital activity!  Sadly they are not my type, not that I have a type!

So at the moment, I am watching a film called ‘How To be Single’ the same film I fell asleep to but decided to restart it when I woke up, as it caused me to laugh out loud before and after my little snooze.  It is very funny and reminds me of the novel I am currently writing; speaking of which, I should really get back to it!

Did I mention I’m a little lean?  I have my hip flask but that’s in my suitcase, but the Hennessy I bought in Duty Free is sorting me out neatly and the lovely (unattentive) stewardess has just bought me a tired looking cheese and tomato wrap; yes, it’s time for “afternoon tea”.  Did I mention I’m a little lean?

Before I tuck into my afternoon tea, I’m going to finish my drink (and then poor another), adjust my bra and stretch.  BRB!

Afternoon tea has been consumed and washed down with a cuppa, the movie has finished and I have restarted Deadpool; yes, I fell asleep during that too.  What can I say, I’ve been up since the crack and almost finished the bottle of Henny, so I think I’m more than entitled to snooze throughout this very long flight.

Random distracted comment – this guy who could be really cute has fucked up his potential of joining the mile high club, by inking his face.  Ok, I take that back.  I’ve just had a proper look at him and he is nowhere near mile high club material; my hand can do a much better job!  I digress…

So my second attempt at watching Deadpool is flopping, as I’m writing this blog and will eventually resume knocking out a chapter or two.  My grand plan was to actually finish writing the novel but as we know, Rome was NOT built in a day so how the hell did I expect to finish my novel in eight hours and nine minutes..?

OMG…didn’t the stewardess (Lucy) attempt to take my glass that still had a slight covering of brandy…  Speaking of which, I think it’s time to drain the bottle; yes it’s almost finished which must only mean I soon reach.  “I’m not leaving until de rum done”…well in this case the brandy!

Oooh the bird has just said we’re beginning our descent into Barbados, that I must switch off my devices and take this opportunity to use the restroom, if only there wasn’t a queue…  The man in front has taken her message to heart and changed down into shorts and a t-shirt…big up!

That’s me for now; see you on the other side!

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