Sunday, 30 November 2014

Sunday Surprise new #release from Lady Lit Publishing @harperbliss @lailajblake @erzabetbishop

Today I have the pleasure of sharing a publisher who focuses on female-female love. Lady Lit Publishing has stories of all different lengths and steaminess for the lesbian romance connoisseur. Here are some of their most recent releases:

Harper Bliss has a full-length novel about a woman trying to mend her relationship with her family. She must decide in the midst of this ordeal if she is going to pursue another type of relationship as well. At the Water's Edge is available from Amazon.

Girls in Love by Laila Blake has five shorts stories about childhood friends turned lovers in a snowy cabin, a student seducing her teacher, and two women overcoming prejudice.

Sweet Seductions, the Erzabet Bishop Collection, includes new and previous released short stories compiled into one volume sure to hook you on this author.

An anthology about older women pursuing younger come together in Cougars. Including pieces by Harper Bliss, Erzabet BishopCheyenne BlueLaila Blake and Lucy Felthouse, this is  one hot read after another.

Here is an excerpt from Bali High, Erzabet's contribution to the Cougar anthology.

The plane hit a bump of turbulence and Ariana, jarred off her feet, landed haphazardly in Miriam’s lap. Her knees were draped over the arm rest, with her feet dangling in the aisle.

“Oh!” She struggled to get up, but another violent motion of the plane only succeeded in Ariana losing her balance once more. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright.”

Ariana scrambled to move and turned her face to Miriam. “Oh my God. I’ve never fallen on a passenger before.” Her eyes swam with panicked tears.

“If you had to fall on anyone, I’m glad it was me.” Miriam replied, her voice husky. She tentatively reached out and brushed a stray curl out of Ariana’s eyes. Warmth spiraled through her body at the intimate contact and liquid lust seeped through her veins. The younger woman ceased struggling and met her hungry gaze. A delicate smile and a pink blush replaced the panicked look from moments before.


“Completely.” Miriam whispered. “You can fall into my lap whenever you want to.”

Ariana sighed and turned her warm brown eyes to Miriam. Her lips parted and with the slightest movement, they were pressed against Miriam’s.

“I’m so glad.”

She smelled of cinnamon and spicier things. Miriam cupped her chin and deepened the kiss.

A low moan erupted from the flight attendant’s throat.

“You taste like strawberries.”

“And you of forbidden things.”

Ariana stilled, her lips pulling back in a slight frown. “Forbidden?’

Miriam ran her fingers down the other woman’s cheek. “You’re young enough to be my daughter.”

“But I’m not.” Ariana’s eyes met Miriam’s, her unflinching desire reflected in them.

“No, indeed you’re not.” The need to bury her hands in the brunette’s hair and see it tumbling down her back was nearly overwhelming.

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Thursday, 27 November 2014

Thursday Taster - Gentleman #12

Continuing from the last segment, Harrold has found himself in his mistress' room with a slave girl. Check out all the tastes by hopping to the blog.

On the bed lay a dark skinned woman, another slave, he supposed. He'd never given Polly more than a glance, but this woman had curves to shame his maid's slight frame. His gaze seemed fastened to her nipples that somehow managed to be darker than her already black skin.
The girl scrambled off the bed and to the floor. Only when she moved did Harrold notice how young she was, not even twenty.
“Easy, Kendra. He's not going to hurt you. Harrold, please remove your clothing and take that seat.”
Harrold didn't argue, but stood close to the women as he disrobed.
“He isn't your boss or your master in any way. He is at most your equal here.”
He spun at that comment, holding his pants in one hand. Lynn's palm connected with the flesh of his ass, making him yelp.
“Did I suggest waiting?” Her eyes left no question as to who was in command of the situation. “There, you see, Kendra?” Harrold slouched in the chair, wondering what would happen next. “He answers to me, just like you do. Now, I want you to make him come.”
Harrold's eyes widened at the same time as the slave's large, brown ones.
“Please, Ma'am. I would-” Her scream punctuated her sentence as Lynn broke out the riding crop she had used on him. The girl flinched and cowered. “Yes, Mistress. Of course, Ma'am.” She hustled herself toward Harrold, kneeling in front of him. Her tongue peeked out to lick her lips and he was started at how pink it was. He leaned forward and cupped her chin.
“May I kiss you?” His hand jerked as the crop landed on his shoulder.
“That is quite enough hesitation from both of you.”
Kendra jumped, though Harrold didn't see Lynn wield the crop again. She took his cheeks and pulled him down to her, kissing him awkwardly. He took charge of the kiss, using his tongue to guide hers.
She relaxed, her shoulders falling in his peripheral vision. Perhaps she needed more guidance to obey Lynn. He reached for her hand, pulling it into his lap.
He was surprised how quickly the color of her skin faded from his notice. She was simply another lovely young woman set to please him, just like the many he had paid.

Harrold broke the kiss and sat back to let Kendra see what she was doing. “And you,” Lynn whispered in his ear, “will be whipped when you come.” He groaned at the new information.

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Tuesday, 25 November 2014

Tantalizing Tuesday - Missy

Danika pressed the paper and ran her arm along it, picking up smudges of graphite, but removing any air pockets preventing the drawing from adhering to the cardboard that would keep it safe, wrinkle free, and once framed, preserved for as long as possible.
It was the last piece she had ever drawn. Not Danika, she could draw an elevator shaft. Missy’s. Her work was on walls around the country. No one had as complete a collection as Danika, though.
Missy had been more than the artist she commissioned to document the children in her care. She was foster mother to most of them right alongside Danika. The last three for certain had called her Mama Missy.
The faces of all her children, most of them now grown or moved on to permanent residences, looked down on her from parks, yards and gardens in the neighborhood. Missy was so good at capturing the familiar expressions and antics among the familiar places.
“Mamanika?” a quiet high pitched voice said. “What is wrong?” The dark skinned boy looked afraid.
Danika knelt, lifting Horace in her arms to show him the picture.

“Mama Missy went to the park but she’s not coming back.”

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Sunday, 23 November 2014

Sunday Surprise - Ravenous Romance

I'm excited to find and feature publishers that are new to me. I have some author friends published with this one, but I didn't visit their site before now. Ravenous Romance specializes in affordable sexy reads. Let's take a look at some of their latest releases, all of which are $4.99 each! They also have a special where if you buy 4 books (hey, look, 4 new books) you get a fifth one free.

Bad Boy Menage is an anthology including The Bounty by Nicole Wilder and Carrie's and Bridget's Bucket List by Kimber Vale. The compilation is edited by F. Leonora Solomon who promises one bad boy after another.

In Ryan Field's Too Hard To Handle, conservative Dan meets Cass who claims he’s related to storied Texas Ranger, Kit Acklin. Although Dan is still mourning the death of his boyfriend and hot Cass is a self-proclaimed no-good drifter, they are offered the dream job of a lifetime on TV. It all takes place in peaceful Glendora Hill, Texas, which will be familiar to readers of Ryan.

Chloe Stowe has released Pound, the second in her Lion and the Steed series. In this installment, Dr. Samuel Lyon and Brevyn Steed settle into their new lives together expecting the sweet calm of sameness and security to settle down around them. However, when a silent film thought lost to a fire 90 years ago is stolen from a private collection, Brevyn and Sam are hired to recover it. The thief’s trail quickly forces the couple to abandon their New York City environs for the sunbaked coast of Sicily.

Once Upon A Menage combines the love of three with the magic of fairy tale. Authors include: Celeste Hall, Ramona Leigh, Naomi ShawMuffy WilsonManlius Latham, V. Shepard and Louisa Bacio. Edited by Rachel Kenley, this book will definitely scratch that itch for magic with your erotica.

We are lucky enough to have an excerpt from one of Naomi Shaw's contributions to this anthology. Here's a taste of Beauty's Beast:

The weather was warm, with sunbeams shining, so later in the afternoon Rosie walked to the local library, where she often went, to return a few books. She took a shortcut along a gravelly road, where the stones crunched beneath her feet and hurt her soles as she walked with light footsteps. The shortcut took her past the Old House that loomed up behind a tall gated terrain. It was huge, gray-stoned, aged, and full of mystery, with a wild rose garden she could just about make out behind its surrounding walls. She looked in, deciding to investigate on her return journey.

On the way home, Rosie paused at Old House. Her vivid imagination allowed her wild fantasies of what could go on inside and she recalled them now.

Her eyes misted over and her red lips curled into a smile as she imagined heavy red drapes drawn tightly closed, concealing wild sex with people tied up to live out their innermost fantasies. Quite forgetting she was in a public place and might be spotted any minute, Rosie’s hand slipped between her thighs to stroke where the crotch of her panties had become damp.

“Mm,” she purred. “Lovely.” She sucked her fingers, wishing another could do that for her, then stopped suddenly, realizing she could be seen by any passersby.

Looking at the lion statues that rested on pillars either side of the old brass gate she said, “I bet you could tell a tale or two.” Rosie’s thoughts were increasing her curiosity about the place, and noticing one of the gates left slightly ajar, she thought this was an opportunity far too good to pass up. Using both arms, she leaned her full weight against it, trying to shift the gate open a little more. Finally with creaks and groans, she managed to shift it a few more inches, enough to squeeze through into the grounds.

She sidestepped off the stone driveway into what her father had called a wild rose garden. Dad was not wrong about this garden, she thought. It would be a shame to leave it untended. With fingers trailing around the velvet petals of rose blooms struggling to show their blooms through a tangle of woody briars and thorns, Rose wandered through. “Ouch!” she exclaimed when while breathing in the aroma of one of the flowers, she inadvertently caught her finger on a thorn. She withdrew her hand quickly and sucked the blood seeping from the cut.

“Now that was a stupid thing to do,” a deep voice boomed from behind her, although she had never heard his footsteps. “Let me see.” Rosie swished around to see where the voice came from. She saw a tall man of medium build with thinning gray hair, dressed formally. “I am butler to the Master. He does not like people on his property and wants to see you.”

“But I have to go home—” Rosie began but the man cut her short.

“You don’t want to disappoint the Master. His powers of persuasion are very strong and you would not want to annoy him. Follow me.”

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Friday, 21 November 2014

Flasher Fiction Friday - Gabriel

Landing with a thud, Gabriel flipped head over heels, left over right, tumbling over coarse cutting sand. Pushing himself up, he saw the impact crater where he had landed on the beach. It was easy to follow his path, a large skid that ended where he now sat.  He put a hand to his head, trying to get his bearings. This plane was familiar to him, but he’d never felt so solid here. Before he was a visitor, now he was an exile. He hung his head and tried not to regret his choices as his wings disappeared behind him.

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Thursday, 20 November 2014

Thursday Taster - Gentleman #11

This Thursday, I thought I'd slip back to Gentleman. You might remember the party where he met Lynn and was slapped by his wife. We pick up just a few days later. Tastes of all sorts can be found on the blog.

Harrold knocked on the door. Lynn had told him to return in three days, but he couldn't wait. A large black man answered the door a few minutes later.
“What do you want?”
Harrold frowned. “Do your owners let you speak like that?”
The man seized him by the throat. “I am free now. I take orders from no one.”
Harrold pulled at the man's fingers, starting to struggle for breath.
The man who had met him at the door on his first visit appeared behind the giant slave, the freed man.
“That one is Lynn's, Will. Let him go, please. We don't need to deal with bodies.”
Harrold felt the blood leave his face at the cold words. This man could easily strangle him.
“Well, I wouldn't want Lynn's ire.” Will opened his hand and Harrold held his knees as he violently coughed air back into his lungs. There was blood splattered on Will's pants, making Harrold that much more grateful for release. Whose blood did he wear? “You will wait in the parlor until Lynn collects you.” He stretched out his right arm, pointing and revealing more blood on the cuff.
Harrold practically ran to get away from the homicidal black man. Both men disappeared down the hall. Harrold paced the parlor, admiring portraits, including one of Lynn with the blond man in the hall. Another woman with equally dark hair but glittering blue eyes, and a man slightly darker than the one he'd seen. There was also a portrait of the slave, freed man. He looked menacing even there. Eventually, Harrold tired and sat in one of the chairs, wondering how late he was willing to wait.
“Harrold?” The musky smell of sex followed Lynn's entry.
He rose from the chair, taking her hand and bowing over it. “Madam.”
She smiled and waited for him to straighten. “I have use of you.” She turned, robe swirling out around her knees and making Harrold long to remove it.
She didn't go far down the hall before stopping and holding the door for him. It was, in fact, the same room they'd met in previously.
On the bed lay a dark skinned woman, another slave, he supposed. He'd never given Polly more than a glance, but this woman had curves to shame his maid's slight frame. His gaze seemed fastened to her nipples that somehow managed to be darker than her already black skin. 

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Tuesday, 18 November 2014

Tantalizing Tuesday - Them There Hills

“Pull over,” I told him. “It’s my turn to drive. You need sleep.”
“I’m fine,” he argued, rubbing his eyes. “I couldn’t sleep anyway, not knowing what’s back there.”
I didn’t blame him. I’d dozed off but was woken with horrible dreams mixed with memories.
“You can’t keep driving. You’re swerving all over the road. Pull over. It’ll take ten seconds to swap seats.”
He seemed to weight whether that was fast enough, whether the risk of his driving was worse than the risk of losing ten seconds.
“We’re going to have to get gas soon anyway. We can’t keep going like this.”
“The hell we can’t.” He did pull over, braking hard. I braced myself on the dash. “Move.” He ordered, jumping out the driver’s door.
I didn’t hesitate, leaping over the hood and sliding in the door. It was like something out of Dukes of Hazard, and I couldn’t believe I pulled it off. However, I was in the seat ahead of Max and popping it in drive as soon as his door closed.
“We can get gas in the mountains,” I said, nodding my head toward them. “They’ll freeze up there.”

“Mountains. Freezing. Good.” His eyes closed.

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Sunday, 16 November 2014

Sunday Surprise - Yellow Silk Dreams

Start your week off with some newly released surprises from Yellow Silk Dreams. This group of independent authors have banded together to release a myriad of fiction.

Let's start with an anthology. Do you believe in magically ever after?
Four of the best writers of modern erotic fiction have created a different story of the magical enchantment of love and passion. Enchanted includes pieces from Gemma Parkes, Jocelyn Modo, Cindy Jacks and Jaqueline George.

Rebecca Lorenson brings Shakespeare's fairies to life again in Midsummer Dreaming. Two dreamy voyages, guided by Puck, bring romance for some and mischief for others. Sarah and Anna are both searching without hope for true love and Puck can bring both mayhem and good fortune.

Old memories are like old red wine - all the richer for time passed. And the kisses taste sweeter too. Muffy Wilson bring us three romantic and very sexy stories take us back to things as they once were in Memories and Kisses. A grieving woman rescued from the sea, two childhood friends growing old friendship into passionate loving, and two long separated teenagers finding that time has mellowed them both, all three stories of rekindled love are ready to burst into flame.
And here is an excerpt from The Storm.

I walk to the surf, heaving for breath, weak from running against the rain, fighting the storm, the sadness, my loss - your death. I walk into the surf and keep walking. It is surprisingly warm and enveloping. I suddenly feel comforted, my heartbreak no longer a penetrating pain. I know you are with me and I seek out your embrace. I cry again, scream at the thunderous surf, and then I am gone. I can’t breathe and I am falling, rolling, tumbling in a hazy grey darkness that is wet, ferocious, demanding. Suddenly my dizzy comfort turns to fear and I struggle against the pounding, relentless waves. What have I done? I am a good swimmer and an athlete, but can I beat this? Instinct overcomes me. My heart pounds. I start to kick wildly. Moving my arms toward the surface, the current catches me again, tumbling me over and over. My lungs burn. I lose my bearing—which way is up, down? I start to get a sickening feeling of death, my own impending death, and, just as I start to give in, I feel the hand of God grab my hair and hood in a fierce grip and yank me to the surface. I feel the sky darken and the surf diminish. Everything tastes salty, gritty, and then my body heaves, relaxed, and my world goes black.

I awake to pounding on my chest; I am being rattled and something is covering my mouth and nose. I cough, retch, and then vomit the last vestiges of the ocean from my body. My mouth is filled with grit, sand, and the salty taste of taffy. I open my eyes and see God reaching down toward me. He leans over me and the salty ocean water drips from his face to mine. He is big, strong, and gasping; he is surrounded in a glowing aura which intensifies his white hair and white beard. I am frightened. I must be dead. But that cannot be! How foolish I am. He sits me up, tenderly and gently helps me to my feet, all the while holding me securely with large strong hands and then he speaks to me.

“Are you alright, miss? You scared me near to death when I saw you walk into the surf. Why in the world….Where do you live?”

I am alive to my senses.

“Wha. . . ?” My knees weaken and I fall further into his arms. Quickly, he catches my descent and carries me to a bench where he sits me down, moving the errant curls of hair from my cheeks, and speaks to me again.

“Where are you staying? Shall I call the police?”

I can feel my heart pounding against his chest.

“No, please, I’m . . . I’ll be fine. My key, my pocket; it’s in my pocket. Please…” I can’t remember my hotel or where I am or why. As he unzips my pocket and removes my hotel key, he pulls my hood up over my head to shelter my face from the pelting rain. Collecting me under his arm, my body firmly in his grip, we walk slowly back to the hotel. The traffic is still sparse, no taxis to be seen. It seems to take forever. The storm is so much worse, the surf so high, sucking the wind into the watery folds as it retreats to the ocean. At once, I am so scared that I begin to tremble and yet, I feel protected.

As we walk into the hotel lobby, the bell captain approaches us and asks if I need the hotel doctor, whereupon my guardian says, “No, that won’t be necessary, thank you.”

We take the elevator to my floor and I am finally in the sanctity of my room, as lonely as it is. My savior, my hero sits me in the desk chair while he goes to the bathroom and starts the shower. He returns. He is saying something to me that I can’t understand, but he starts to take my shoes off. Then he leans me forward, removes my windbreaker and sports bra, and helps me stand while he pulls relentlessly at my wet spandex knee-highs. He kicks off his own running shoes and removes his blazer. He carries me to the shower but I feel as if I’m watching the scene unfold from outside my own body. I am unafraid of this stranger.

The water is hot and piercing, but he is gentle, loving, and tender. He bathes me and washes my hair, lifting the removable nozzle to rinse the sand, grit, and seaweed from my hair and lithe body. My skin is a deep pink from the intense extreme of the cold grasp of the ocean and the heated comfort of the hot shower. His hands are everywhere, on every curve, gently caressing my skin with his soapy fingertips. He deftly, tenderly, washes my breasts, my taunt stomach and pussy. He controls himself, but I can’t let him stop. I look up at him, and notice he is watching himself bathe me. He seems to caress my buttocks as he cleans the sand from between my rounded cheeks. Unembarrassed, he rinses my body thoroughly, running his fingers though my shoulder-length brown hair. I feel safe, warmed, yet surprisingly aroused, weakened by my ordeal.

For the first time, it seems, he looks down at me. He takes me in as I look up at him, transfixed by his control. I am naked in my sorrow and my pain; he, fully clothed except for his windbreaker and shoes, smiles, touching my heart. I did not notice his erection in the shower, he is a complete gentleman. My breasts, the curve of my belly to my thigh, my face against his chest glisten in the shower, as I trust him to help me.

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Thursday, 13 November 2014

Thursday Taster - Slave #10

Thursday again and that means one more scene with Will. This will wrap up the opening to Slave. I'll switch back to Gentleman next week, so pop back here to remember where we left off. More tastes on the blog.

“Sophia, look at him. He is in utter bliss.”
Will opened his eyes and looked at Sophia from the corner of them. He didn’t rise, didn’t swallow.
“Oh,” she said in amazement. “You shouldn’t have done it here,” she said in a hiss.
“It wasn’t me. He started with my pet.”
Sophia slammed her fist hard on the table, making the salt seller and pepper mill jump and topple. “Dammit. After Terrance’s debacle, I thought I was clear on this. I don’t want him in our rooms. He is neither one of us nor one of them. Don’t make me regret keeping him. I’ll sell him,” she threatened. “Tomorrow. He should have a normal life.”
Will did swallow then. “No. Please. I won’t go in any of the rooms again. Just let me have this,” he said, reaching for Nicholas again.
Sophia held his wrist, stopping him from touching Nicholas. “You can’t have us,” she said with a sigh. “You see what you’ve done?”
“Don’t worry, Will. You can stay and we’ll find you nice boys to play with,” Nicholas said with a smile.
Sophia continued to glare at both of them. “You will fix this,” she said, holding Will’s hand out toward Nicholas’.
Taking Will’s hand, he pulled him to his feet.
“I bet you’re half-drunk on that, aren’t you?” Nicholas asked. “Let’s get you in your bed.”
“Oil,” Will said, brow furrowing. “Why do you taste like oil?”
The salt seller and pepper mill jumped again as Sophia drove two fists into the table.
Nicholas continued to guide the boy by his shoulders. “You’ll figure it out.”

Tuesday, 11 November 2014

Tantalizing Tuesday - Now or Never

Staying a fair distance back, I followed her. She was dressed all in white, a good choice for this hot and sunny day. Her broad brimmed sunhat saved her face and nose from burning, but the backs of her legs had turned pink and were heading to red. She cursed, pulling off one sandal to kick out a rock.
Taking advantage of her pause, I surged forward, my curiosity overwhelming my fear. I had been trying to introduce myself to her for a week now. We were both going home before long. I was running out of time.
“Hi.” My words were drowned out by a passing bus. What horrible luck. Slipping her shoe back on, she was down the sidewalk before I could say anything more. I tried to stay closer, but my fear got the better of me and I dragged my feet, falling further and further behind.
I heard her curse again, and this time she removed both shoes, opting to walk barefoot rather than pick up pebbles. I continued walking, drawing nearer but staying silent.
I was unprepared for her to whirl around and face me. “Why are you following me?”

It was now or never.

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Sunday, 9 November 2014

Sunday Surprise - Lust of the Vampires

Naughty Nights Press has a couple of new surprises for us.

The first is from Kara Hunting who pitches the Beauty against the Geek. Sage is out of work, down on her luck, and living in the back seat of her car. When Tom came around promising forever and a warm meal, Sage readily agreed. Upon discovering Tom's most secret possession, a little black book, she discovers he is not only having an affair, but worse, he’s a hired hit man. With no real friends and nowhere to go, Sage takes a chance on a high school classmate’s wedding. Will Sage once again fallen in love with the wrong man?

Lust of the Vampires isn't one story, but four of them, all from the same fabulous author, Julez Morbius. He has kindly given us an excerpt from the first story, Damon's.

The moon guided me, yet it was my need that drove me forward. For too long I had slept, and now the hunger gnawed at my very soul, demanding to be satiated. Coming to rest atop the town’s post office building, I inhaled deeply, my senses seeking my next meal before jumping down into the dark alleyway below.
Exiting the alleyway, I walked briskly but carefully through the late night throng of people leaving the clubs and bars, some of them stumbling from too much alcohol and others just eager to get to the safety and softness of their beds. Keeping my head lowered so no one saw my face in the street lights, I soon reached the street entrance my senses brought me to.
Only two of the houses had lights on, and I inhaled deeply once again. Neither of the lighted houses were the ones I sought. That one was slightly back, in the far right corner and in complete darkness.
Moving slowly towards the house, my senses were on full alert lest I should be discovered, but I reached my target unchallenged. With one leap I was outside the window, and as I peered through the gap in the curtains, I could see her. She was beautiful. Through the moonlight shining through her window, I could make out her outline under the thin sheet covering her naked body, and my excitement rose.
For a few minutes I just watched as the sheets rose and fell in time with her slow breathing. Ghosting into the room and appearing at the foot of her bed, I stood silently, just looking down at her. I licked my lips before moving around the side of the bed until I was standing level with her head.
Normally I was in and out quickly, but there was something about this one that caused me to linger. Her breathing seemed to increase slowly, as if she was dreaming. She kicked at the sheets, knocking them to the floor and exposed her nakedness. Stepping back into the shadows, I watched as her fingers began to run over her soft skin, tracing across her nipples lightly, stiffening them instantly before her fingers made their way down over her stomach towards her beautifully trimmed pussy.

Friday, 7 November 2014

Flasher Fiction Friday - Flood

Jerry held tightly to Anna. Her body was already cold and his was stiffening, the chilly water freezing them in place, freezing them together.
“I love you, Anna,” he murmured into her hair, touching his lips to her head one last time.

The flood had come quickly, unexpectedly. Their tiny skiff had sunk from beneath them, leaving them floating on what remained of their mattress until it became water-logged and sank as well. Now they were unable to move, waiting for the last breaths to leave them. Jerry felt hers, chill across his chest. His own wouldn’t be far behind.

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Thursday, 6 November 2014

Thursday Taster - Slave #9

More Tasters on the blog. Here, more Will.

Will nodded and rose quickly, turning to the door. He felt he was floating as he walked through the hall, his head cloudy.
“Will,” Nicholas said again. “You enjoyed that?”
He sank into a chair in the kitchen, unable to worry that his master still stood. “That was...May I?” he asked again, reaching for Nicholas’ member that had fallen from its former glory to rest against his thigh.
“If you wish,” Nicholas said. “Don’t feel obliged. I know that was your first-” He cut off in a gasp as Will fell to his knees once more. He wanted to worship the penis. In a sudden revelation, he knew he would do anything to have this. Everything he did would be to bring him back to this. He stroked Nicholas as he sucked. He could taste the oil coating him, and something else, something mellow. Above both of those, was the semen. Salty and thick. It would be his drink of choice.
“Slow, Will. You want to drag it out, don’t you?” Nicholas’ hand touched his and Will slowed. He was right. Will wanted this moment to last forever. This one, and the one after when his mouth was filled. He held the white cream on his tongue this time, tilting his head back to let only drops slide down.
Nicholas sighed. “You have no idea how beautiful you look right now.”
Will’s eyes were still closed, still savoring his moment.
“What are you doing?” Sophia asked, nearly screeching.
“Discovering his tastes,” Nicholas said as though it were obvious.
“How do you know his tastes?”
“Sophia, look at him. He is in utter bliss.”
Will opened his eyes and looked at Sophia from the corner of them. He didn’t rise, didn’t swallow.
“Oh,” she said in amazement.

Tuesday, 4 November 2014

Tantalizing Tuesday - Reflection

I ran, lost and stumbling through the woods. Roots seemed to jump out of the ground and grab my toes and ankles. Every time I fell, I jumped back up. My skirt was torn and my knees bloodied, but still I ran, unable to find the way out. One crash knocked the wind out of me and I looked into the leaves as I pushed myself up.

Light glimmered despite the overcast sky and canopy of trees. Something shone just under the twigs and dirt. I paused, despite my heart thudding loudly in my chest and my panting breath.
I pulled it free, finding a mirror. I brushed at it, cleaning the debris away. I heard growls and hoots, the beasts chasing me. They were getting closer. I couldn’t keep running.

My gaze fell on the glass in my hands. The reflection was odd. I was there, and some of the trees, but not nearly enough of them. Turning, holding the mirror out, I saw a different forest behind me. Just as I faced my pursuers, I saw a cabin. Looking over my shoulder showed more forest, but I walked slowly backwards until I closed my hand on the handle.

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Sunday, 2 November 2014

Sunday Surprise - Ellora's Cave

Today I'm featuring new releases from Ellora's Cave.

Laurann Dohner has released the thirteenth book in her New Species series. Smiley doesn't want to believe the sweet human would dose them with the breeding drug. He's willing to trust her and determined to save her life. She is his female, even if she doesn't realize it yet.

Margie Church has followed up The Camera Never Lies with Coming Back for Drew. Luis and Drew have tried to forget the love they once shared. Neither has done a good job.

Bone Deep is the latest Historical Romance from Paige Turner. Set in the 1875, it features archaeologists on the hunt for fossils, but of course, that isn't all Henry and Albert dig up.

Vow of Silence is the sixth book in Roxy Harte's Chronicles of Surrender. Can a man escape Karma? George Kirkpatrick reels from the loss of his friend and boss, the owner of Lewd Larry’s Fetish Fantasy Nightclub. Finding respite in the arms of a vanilla woman, George believes he and the nightclub might actually survive the tragedy…until a female from his past returns.

Micah Blacklight is kicking off a new series, Cult of the Serpentari. The first installment is simply titled Chapter One. Intent on glory, Kithiik enters the forbidden tunnels to slay a legend and become one himself. What happens next sets him on an electrifying journey through exotic lands, and changes him into a man with intuitive powers that open his heart to love, his mind to the truth and his body to erotic pleasures he never imagined.