Tantalizing Tuesday - Making it

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“Hey, Jenna, what are you-“ Linda cut off, seeing Jenna with her nose inches from a stack of photographs. With a heavy sigh, she came into Jenna’s room. “Girl, you have to get over it.” She put her hand in the scant space between Jenna and the photograph of her holding hands while skateboarding beside Charlie. “It’s been three months. He isn’t coming back. Come out with me tonight. I promise light-hearted fun and no set ups.” Linda had tried to pair Jenna up once since Charlie walked out on her and knew better than to try that again.

Jenna looked up and help Linda’s gaze. “With Penelope?” she asked.

Linda frowned slightly. “Well, no. We’re off again. I mean, no hard feelings, not like you, just…going our separate ways.”

“Oh.” She looked down again for a minute. “Can we stay in?”

Linda sat beside Jenna on her bed and pulled the stack of photos out of her hands. “Whatever you like. Tequila shots, beers, pizza, red velvet cupcakes, you want it, I’ll get it or make it.”

“Make it,” Jenna whispered. Then she leaned over and pressed her lips to Linda’s, gently and with trepidation.

“I can make that.”

Thursday Tasters - Gentleman #3

I know, I know, another excerpt from Gentleman... I'll change it up soon, promise. Find more interesting and varied things by visiting the blog.

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“Shall I find someone for you?”

“There seems to be someone here.” He smiled at Delores. She was several years older than him, perhaps even a decade, but her body still fit the mold her corset made for it. Harrold reached for the laces hanging from the base of it.

Crack. Harrold's hand snapped back. The erection that had been flagging rose again in his trousers.

“You think to touch me, sir? You think I'm still one of these girls for you to take on your knee?”

Crack. Harrold shuddered, sinking to his knees.

“Yes, kneel for me, gentle sir. Show me how low I can bring you.”

Crack.

“Kiss my slipper.”

Had he known, he'd have approached Delores sooner. This. This is what he wanted, what he needed. The freedom to be as low and as vile as he could. To be the opposite of what filled his days.

On his hands and knees, he put his lips to the embroidered fabric covering her foot. The feet slipped out of his sight and another slap of the belt landed on his bottom.

“Remove these.” Delores lifted the fabric from his rear, a cool breeze running over his warm, red skin.

He didn't rise, rocking back on his haunches and releasing the buttons of his fly.

“Cover that with your hand. There is a lady present.” The belt tapped on the front of his thigh, brushing his throbbing and dripping erection.

Taking himself in both hands, he closed his eyes. His head was pulled back by his dark curls and Harrold opened his eyes to Delores' blue ones. The leather tapped his cheek, the smell making him mad. His hand slid over his length, soft skin over hardness.

Crack. “You would stroke yourself in my presence?”

Crack. “Who do you think you are?”

Crack. “Who do you think is in command here?”

Crack. Harrold's hand didn't stop and after the fourth lashing, he screamed out, the throbbing erupting from him.

“You are a dirty man, Harry. I think you will enjoy Blue Moon House.”

Harrold braced himself on his hands and knees, shaking. “That was-”

“Only the beginning.” His belt landed on the floor beside him. The embroidered slippers turned, so he seized an ankle to stop her.

“Thank you.” He barely recognized his own rasping voice.

“Would you like Miranda? To help clean you up?”

“No. I can't stay.” He stood, pulling up his pants.

“You are always welcome here, Mister Long. However, I think you need more than we can offer.”

Harrold rolled his shoulders, trying to shake off the discomfort of heading home. “Oh, I think you might offer more, Delores.”

Her lips, lined with fine wrinkles, curled up. “I might, but Lynn will offer so much more.”

He pulled on his shirt, stepping between Delores and the door. “You were in Blue Moon House. They did this to you?”

Her blue eyes narrowed slightly. Then she bared her teeth in a predatory smile. “I can tell you nothing. No one may tell the secrets of Blue Moon House.” Delores swept her skirts past him and out the door. “Thursday,” she reminded him.

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You've tasted, go try some more.

Tantalizing Tuesday - More than meets the eye

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Beatrice walked smoothly through the doorway, hand brushing the door, but not searching for it. Her foot made a graceful arc, ensuring the path was clear. One hand leisurely at her side, the other held a bowl full of roses. She couldn’t know they were white, but they smelled white.

She took sure steps to the bed and pulled something from beneath it. Her fingers ran quickly over the covers, making sure they were all straight. Then she set the tray in the middle and the roses atop that. Finally she took candles and candle sticks out of the bottom dresser drawer. Once they were in place beside the roses, she retrieved the matchbook. She struck a match just as the door opened. Perfect.

“Bea? Where are you?”

“Surprise!”

Familiar arms wrapped around Beatrice, pulling her close and breathing in her hair. She did the same, filling her nose and fingers with him.

“And where did you get this?” he asked, slipping a finger under one strap of her negligee.

Beatrice just giggled. “A girl can’t shop on her own?”

“Do you have any idea how good you look in it?”

Feeling him hard against her, she did.

Thursday Taster - Gentleman #2

Following up on last week, I have a sample from the second Blue Moon House prequel, Gentleman.

And remember, once you've indulged in my sample, share the love and visit all the other authors offering their own taste. Thursday Tasters Blog

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"How serious are you about this, Harrold?”

Harrold had asked the girls to call him Harry, and worse things, in their bedrooms but Delores had only ever called him Mister Long or sir.

“Serious about what?”

“The abasement, the pain. Are you sure they are what you want?”

He thought about Veronica, her icy eyes and fingers, the way she called him Harrold and Husband as though he were just another object. No fire, no passion in Veronica, just constant demands. She wore him down faster than a belt with no release at the end. Erosion, not a landslide. A low simmer instead of a raging boil.

“It's not enough, Delores. It simply isn't enough.” He might lie with one of her girls, but without this first, it was empty. Hollow.

Delores rubbed cream into his burned wrists, erasing the marks from the ropes. “Then you should meet with her. Come again Thursday. She'll be here then.”

“Who is she?” he asked.

“Have you heard of Blue Moon House?”

Harrold frowned. All of the whore houses had names. This was Peach House; down the block were Rose House and Black Tea House. He'd never heard of one called Blue Moon though.

“You are about to be initiated,” Delores said, collecting her things. She picked up his belt as she put things away.

“Initiated? What kind of whores are they?”

“They are not whores. They will take your money, should you give it, but ask for nothing except obedience. You would be a slave to them.”

“And pay for the privilege?” he asked amused.

“Yes, for they know exquisite torture. I was once in the House. That is why I can invite Lynn. The House is secret, Harrold. It is only for those who want what they offer, who want this.” She brought the leather of his belt down on his thigh, making him wince.

“I'll be back on Thursday,” he agreed.

“Shall I find someone for you?”

“There seems to be someone here.” He smiled at Delores. She was several years older than him, perhaps even a decade, but her body still fit the mold her corset made for it. Harrold reached for the laces hanging from the base of it.

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Now, off with you! Read the others on the blog.

Tantalizing Tuesday - The Truth

Another Tuesday, another tease. Mine isn't as spicy as what you will find on the blog, but I hope you like it anyway.

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Hannah was sure she was supposed to feel different. After all, her life had completely changed, hadn’t it? She wasn’t a child any longer, moving out on her own. She wasn’t a student, opting to do rather than learn. She was completely responsible for herself. Shouldn’t that all mean something? Wasn’t she supposed to feel grown up? She didn’t feel any different at all. She wasn’t scared.

“There’s my girl,” Dustin said, coming and taking her hand. “Got room for me?”

She smiled at the boy beside her, the one that had taken her to the prom. She wasn’t a virgin any longer either. That in itself didn’t feel different. It had been two months later when she had any real indication that things had changed. She ran her hand over her belly. She still didn’t quite believe the test results. She didn’t feel pregnant.

Dustin gave her hand a squeeze. He knew the result and this was his response. He would follow her. And yet, she was on her own.

 “Always,” she said with a smile. Maybe she could be responsible for someone else now. Maybe it wouldn’t be that hard.

And maybe she was lying to herself.

Thursday Taster - Gentleman #1

Dips toes into water

Just a taste, right? Even I can do that, right? Sure. Here's a sample from the second Blue Moon House prequel which I hope will release sometime this year. Currently called Gentleman, I think you can figure out why.

And remember, once you've indulged in my sample, share the love and visit all the other authors offering their own taste. Thursday Tasters Blog

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Crack!

Harrold sucked breath through his teeth. The belt was his own, removed from the trousers he still wore. His shirt formed a white pool in the corner and his black jacket hung from the bedpost.

Crack. Creak.

The wood of the bedpost groaned as Harrold pulled on the hemp rope securing his hands on the other side. However, he fought the pain and the desire to scream.

Crack!

The burning intensified and a scream erupted, echoing off the walls. He heard the door open and looked over his shoulder, panting as the pain leaked away.

“Still alive in here?” the mistress of the house asked. She clicked her tongue. “You broke the skin, Miranda. I'm sorry, sir. I'll bring bandages.”

The girl dropped the belt in a clatter, running to untie his hands. Her normally dusky complexion was white with red lines tracking her cheeks.

Harrold seized her hands as soon as his were free. “I asked. You did nothing wrong. Thank you.”

“I-I can't do this, Harry. I'm not- I'm weak.”

He smiled, brown eyes dancing in relief and joy. “Your arm felt strong a minute ago.”

She squeaked and more tears fell.

“Go collect yourself, Miranda,” Delores, the Madam, ordered. Cool wet cloths were spread on his back. “Mister Long, that is the third girl you've made a blubbering mess.”

“If I must, I'll find another house.” There were several brothels that would be glad of his business.

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Tantalizing Tuesday - Sand

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The day had been full. The long shadows cast by Nikki and Maddy’s toes disappeared into the waves. Maddy used her stick, as she had several times to etch letters in the sand. Each one was washed away by the surf soon after she had made it. It was as short-lived as their time here. As short-lived as Diane’s time.

Nikki grabbed for Maddy’s hand, grief welling up for the first time that day. She had done so well, enjoyed so much, not the least the woman who accompanied her.

Maddy wrapped her arms around Nikki’s bony shoulders. She’d lost so much weight to her grief. Maddy worried that she would waste away completely.

“Shhh, love. You know she wouldn’t want this.”

Nikki sniffled. “I know, but she should be here.” Nikki’s hand drifted across her belly.

“She is somewhere better,” Maddy tried to assure her.

“I could go with her.”

It wasn’t the first suicidal statement, but Maddy heard the difference now. It wasn’t a threat, it wasn’t a consideration, it was wishful thinking. It was the same way Maddy had once said, “I could buy a sports car.” 

Maddy put the stick in Nikki’s hand and drew.