First,a sizzling new release by one of my favorite authors, Elsa Holland, His Captive…
He’s here. His love is dark His heart is broken His hunger is insatiable And he is delicious!
His eyes bored into hers, reading every thought, seeing every graphic detail of her debauched fantasies.
Yes, she was debauched. She was depraved. Acts a genteel woman would run from made her core throb. Is that what she wanted from him? That a man like him might be able to give her what she wanted?
Think of something else.
The idea of who he might be suddenly clear. Is that why she came back? Is that what the attraction to him was about?
And what if she were wrong?
She grappled, drowning in his gaze, feeling him in her head.
“If you continue to look at me like that Rachael, I may simply whisk you away, hide you on one of my ships never to be seen again.” His voice, low and deep, rippled through her like a visceral touch. Need pulsed through her. Hot longing for things she dare not give voice to.
“I might like that,” she whispered dangerously under her breath. She slowly raised a single eyebrow as if what she said was a ridiculous proposition. But his eyes had turned to black orbs of intensity.
“You like to live dangerously,” Moriata said softly. “Didn’t Jax tell you to be careful of me? I am sure he told you what kind of man I am, Rachael.”
The air between them thickened.
His chest rose and fell faster than before.
She stood at the brink and jumped, nodding slowly, making them both smile.
Another agreement of sorts.
She didn’t want to examine it too deeply.
When you planned to jump off a cliff you didn’t dwell on all the ways you could fail to fly.
and… two of my books are featured in the delicious…
Don’t miss this fabulous collection of reads to make you quiver.
Food, sex and wine – my three favorite sensual pleasures. I’m thinking… why not combine them?
The obvious way to indulge would be a dinner date, or you could try ‘foodplay’ (think grapes, popsicles, whipped cream, phallic shaped vegetables 😉 within the bounds of healthy, safe sex of course.)
You might wonder what got me started thinking about combining food and sex. Well, the idea came from my creative friends in one of my stories-in-progress… Sweet Caroline, a ffm menage erotic romance. So far there’s ice-cream and champagne, as well a delicious but inedible sex toy. If you’d like to sample a bit of sweetness, check out the excerpt at the end of this post…
Sweet Caroline is just one of a new collection of erotic short stories: Black Ribbon Editions (brand new cover below, standing proudly beside the old favorite, Love, Lust & Nipple Clamps, with an updated cover).
As promised, here’s a taste of ‘Sweet Caroline’…
Shoes, socks, shirt and trousers off, the note instructed.
Luke obeyed, and unbuttoned his shirt. He peeled it off slowly, playing up to the looks of admiration from the two girls across the room. They were so different in appearance and personality, but he wanted them both equally. Jacqueline, dark haired, slim and athletic stood beside her seated friend, Caroline – pale, soft and curvaceous. By their parted lips and quickening breaths, it seemed they wanted him just as badly.
He toed off his shoes and bent to pull off his socks, watching as Jac moved behind her friend, trailing her fingertips along her collarbone and slipping the robe off one shoulder.
As he unzipped his trousers, Caro untied the sash of her robe, allowing one side to fall away and expose one lush breast, a pale strip of torso and a landing strip of honey-blonde.
Not moving from the doorway, Luke lifted his gaze and took in the scene before him, imprinting it on his memory. The two beautiful women he had grown to admire, either of whom it would be a pleasure and privilege to make love to, and here they had both invited him to share what promised to be a night he would never forget.
Stepping out of his trousers, he hung them over his shirt on the back of the chair. Luke held his breath, almost bursting out of his skin to find out what they had planned for him.
Caro picked up a bottle of champagne from the floor and popped the cork.
Jac took a glass from the vanity.
Caro reclined, opening her shapely legs. Her robe fell away.
Luke’s blood heated at the sight of her nakedness, the feminine curves of her inner thighs and abdomen exposed. He fought the urge to go to her, to drop on his knees between her legs and run his fingers through the strip of curls, to bury his face in her sex. He could almost taste her feminine scent.
When Jac knelt in front of Caro and nudged her knees wider, spreading her sex to his view, Luke’s cock surged to full attention. Fuck. Would Jac play out his urge to plunge her face between Caroline’s legs? Whatever they were about to do, he knew it was going to drive him mad.
His cock urged him to take action, to do something… to join them, or take hold himself. But he remained still. And waited for their next instruction. He was here by their invitation after all.
Fascinated, he watched Jac position the glass and Caro lift the bottle, then tip it. The liquid dropped downward in a thin stream, and plunged between her labia, the glass below catching the overflow. Luke’s mouth went suddenly dry at the sight of Caro, her head thrown back, her hips undulating beneath the flow of champagne.
Daisy is now out in the wide world and she’s made so many friends, I just had to share. If you love free books, the kind that make your toes curl, check these out (and be sure to share the joy with like-minded friends and lovers).
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As a little girl, I loved watching Wonder Woman’s adventures on TV, but I had no idea how controversial she’d been in her earlier years. Originally known for themes of bondage and lesbianism, outraged mothers influenced politicians and educators to pressure DC Comics into toning down the erotic elements. Wonder Woman was reinvented and the feminist icon became another ‘vanilla’ superhero.
William Moulton Marston (psychologist and lawyer) was the inventor of the systolic blood pressure test, which became a component of the modern polygraph, or lie detector, with the help of his wife Elizabeth Holloway Marston.
He was also radical feminist. Having served in the first world war, Marston introduced Wonder Woman to the world during the second world war, in 1941, and she was initially depicted fighting Axis military forces. “He believed that the only way to save the world from war was for women to rule the world and for men to become more like women. Marston was, among other things, a noted psychological researcher and an enthusiastic bondage fetishist; he believed comic books were a great form for educational, anti-patriarchy propaganda. Wonder Woman was designed to bring the world to matriarchy through confronting abuse and modelling girl power, genderfucking, bondage play, and erotic mind control.” Continue reading →
While drafting a steamy short story today, I become strangely caught up and indecisive about whether I was using the slang term ‘cum’ correctly. Should I replace with ‘climax’ or ‘orgasm’ for the verb, ‘semen’ or ‘ejaculate’ for the noun?
Come is excellent for use in ‘polite’ circumstances: journalism, novels, etc ‘For example, there you are, having sweet vanilla sex with your shy, classically handsome crush, listening to vintage Taylor Swift while the pie in the oven gets a little burnt, though it’s still definitely edible. He comes, there is come.’ and, or course, for all those delicious double entendres and sexual puns.
Cum is the more blunt, vulgar alternative (commonly used in men’s magazine articles, romance novels, etc) ‘The standoffish but mysteriously attractive guy from the party wants to have his way with you. His pillows are made of leather. Crazy. “I’m gonna cum,” he grunts.’
“There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don’t work.” Anaïs Nin
I’m a huge fan of Anaïs Nin’s Little Birds and Delta of Venus, some of the earliest female erotica written.
Anaïs was a fascinating woman who led a extraordinary life. She wrote erotica with her lover, American writer Henry Miller (Tropic of Cancer) and a collection of other writers and poets in Paris in the 1940’s. She later kept two husbands on opposite sides of America, keeping them and the two parts of her life completely separate – her “bicoastal trapeze”.
Her stories have inspired me to attempt writing some erotic short stories of my own. I have just released the first collection ‘Peep Shows 1’ on Amazon.