Wednesday, 31 October 2012

Another Taste

Totally captured by the dangerous look in his eyes, she got on her knees before him.  He waited without making a sound.
She swallowed the lump in her throat, and reached for this belt.  When she finally unzipped his trousers, she felt the bulge beneath.
The excitement caused her pussy to throb and she quickly pushed down his pants.  His cock looked divine.
She looked up at him before taking him in her hands.  He was watching her every move.  She flicked out her tongue and licked the moist spot on the top of his cock.  He was as much turned on as she was.  She had the hard evidence in her grasp.
Placing her mouth over him, she swirled her tongue around his cock and felt him flinch.  Well, he wanted her on her knees.  She wasn’t going to disappoint him.  She was going to earn everything he had in store for her.  And she knew it was going to be delicious.  Kyle knew what he was doing.
She took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, and sucked.  She then worked her mouth up and down his long shaft, swirling her tongue up and over every inch of him.
Kyle grabbed her hair, holding her steady, then thrust his cock in and out of her mouth.  The action stirred her blood.  She loved that he was in control.  She was no longer sucking him off, he was fucking her mouth.
She moaned her delight as his cock plunged to the back of her throat.  She almost gagged but Kyle seemed to know her limits.
Time and time again, he repeated the action.  She wondered how long he could keep going like that but knew he had amazing stamina. 
He left the confines of her mouth but didn’t let go off her hair.  He pulled on her tresses gently, and she stood before him.  She was panting from Kyle’s exhaustive mouth fucking.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” he asked, huskily.
Her mouth was dry so she merely nodded.
His gaze raked over her and he pulled up her dress revealing her nakedness.  “I bet you’re real wet.”
She swallowed.
“Lift your arms,” he ordered.
When she did, he whipped off her dress.  Within seconds, her bra was thrown across the room and she stood in front of him, completely naked.
Kyle kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants that were still at his feet.  He tossed his socks aside and then he too was fully naked.
He was like a gladiator.  All hardness and angles.  She wanted to lick him all over.
“My turn,” he said as if reading her mind.  “Get on the bed and spread your legs.”
She did as he asked.
He moved to the edge of the bed and just stared at her.  His gaze was scorching.  She wondered how her pussy looked to him.  He would know how horny she was.  She must be saturated in her ache for him.
He grabbed her legs and pulled her to the end of the bed before kneeling before her.  He placed her legs over his shoulders and moved in close to her pussy.


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Wednesday, 24 October 2012

Welcome Author Lucy Felthouse

Lucy Felthouse is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story - so she did. It went down a storm and she's never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Constable and Robinson, Decadent Publishing, Ellora's Cave, Evernight Publishing, House of Erotica, Ravenous Romance, Resplendence Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour, Seducing the Myth, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City. 

'Gap Year Fun by Lucy Felthouse'

I never had a gap year before I started University, and I had a damn good reason; I wanted to get all my education over and done with. If I'd taken a gap year, I probably wouldn't have ended up going to University at all. However, I know lots of people that did and see it as the time to go and explore the world, meet new people, have fun and not worry about serious things. Therefore, it's also the perfect time to have a wild fling, something you have no intention of making into a long-standing relationship. Just fun, frolics and some seriously hot sex.

This is why I thought a gap year would be a great time period for a story—a super hot erotic story with no romance required. The setting was simple, too. I've spent some time in Spain and The Canary Islands on holiday, and I'd never previously set a story there, so I thought why not? I gave my lead character a Sexy Spaniard and let her get on with it. What resulted was a smoking hot tale called Raising the Bar, which was just published by Decadent Publishing.

So if reading stories about hot, reckless holiday flings floats your boat, then check out Raising the Bar. I hope you'll have as much fun reading it as I did writing it.

When Kayleigh takes a gap year before starting University, she decides she’s going to stay away from guys and just concentrate on having fun and experiencing life. That means going through a lot of batteries, but she’s happy and satisfied.

That is, until she gets to Spain on her travels and meets her new co-worker, Luciano. The scorching hot Spaniard soon has Kayleigh’s knickers in a twist— literally—and the time they spend together seriously raises the bar for her sex life. How will any other man ever compare?

Here's a snippet from the beginning of the story:

My first shift at the restaurant passes in a blur of flirtatious glances. My pussy swells and my clit throbs, desperate for attention. It’s all I can do to resist disappearing into the bathroom for a sneaky wank. Even better, I’d like to drag Luciano in there with me and ride him until his teeth rattle. Instead, I console myself with the fact that once I get back to my apartment, I can do whatever the hell I like. And I know for a fact it’s going to involve an orgasm.

I take a taxi back to my apartment rather than walking the dark, unfamiliar streets alone. It also means I can get there quicker and relieve the tension that the sexy Spaniard has caused. I pay the driver as fast as possible then rush inside and slam the door behind me. I heave a sigh of relief as I lock myself in.

Undressing, I drop my clothes by the washing machine and head to the bathroom, desperate to get clean. It’s not work that’s made me feel dirty, though. The flirting with Luciano have left me seriously wet. The panties I’ve just discarded in front of the washing machine are sodden.

Stepping under the shower, I groan with pleasure as the hot water caresses my fevered skin. I stand there for a few seconds, letting the heat and the water relax me. My tension slips away and runs down the plughole. I grab the shampoo and give my hair a wash, digging my fingers into my scalp and massaging it. Now I’m calmer. But by the time I’ve rinsed the suds, he’s popped into my head again. Damn him.

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Saturday, 20 October 2012

TASTE - An Excerpt


Allie flipped the card in her hand over and over again.  Eric’s card.  After two weeks of the most amazing sex she’d ever had, there was nothing.  For three weeks, nothing.
She swivelled her office chair to face the window and thought of Kyle fucking her over her desk while Eric washed the windows outside.  Her pussy grew moist.
She blew out a breath and looked at the card again.  Damn it!  She was going to ring him.
Only last night, she’d spoken to Kyle.  They’d had the hottest phone sex but that only seemed to increase her need. 
As she rang Eric’s number, her heart rate increased.  She hardly knew Eric, but, what the heck?  He’d fucked her, hadn’t he?  Who cared if she didn’t know what his favorite color was?   Besides, Kyle had said he’d checked him out.  Whatever that meant.
“Hello, Eric Denson,” said the husky, accented voice on the end of the phone.
She swallowed the lump in her throat.  “Hi, Eric, it’s Allie.”
When there was silence, she added, “Alison Ambrosi.”
“Oh, that Allie,” he said with a chuckle.
She wondered how many Allies he knew then shook the thought from her mind.  “Yes.  I hope I haven’t called at an inconvenient time.”
“No, not at all.  I’ve almost finished for the day.  I was just packing up my gear.”
“Oh, good.  I…I was wondering…that is…”
“Do you want to see me?” he interrupted.  She heard the amused tone of his voice.
Her hands were shaking.  “Well, yes, if you’re not busy.”
“I’ve got something on later tonight, but how about I meet you in your office in, say, twenty minutes?”
She gulped.  She hadn’t expected that.
“Okay,” she blurted.
“I’ll just clean up a little…”
“No!”  She hadn’t meant to shout.  “I mean, come as you are.”
He chuckled.  “If that’s what you want.”
“Yes.  Please.”
“In that case, I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
Ten minutes?  She must be insane.  “Okay, see you soon.”
She hung up the phone and dashed to the bathroom to freshen up.  Thankfully, Susan had left for the day and wouldn’t know of her ‘visitor’.
When she returned to her office, she wrung her hands in anticipation.  The heat between her legs was escalating moment by moment.
The knock on the door made her breath catch in her throat.  She took two calming breaths before she moved to open it.
Eric stood in the doorway, sweaty, rugged, and very sexy in his work clothes.  She gripped his shirt and pulled him into the room before locking the door.
She didn’t need to ask.  Eric slammed her up against the wall and kissed her ferociously.  He pushed up her skirt and her panties were torn off.  Torn off!  Oh, God, that made her hotter still.
“Fuck me,” she growled.
Eric didn’t hesitate.  He unzipped his jeans, whipped on a condom, and lifted her onto his hard cock.  He slammed into her wet heat over and over again.

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Wednesday, 10 October 2012

Welcome Author - Angelica Dawson

Bio: Angelica Dawson has been writing for several years and having sex a lot longer than that. Angelica is a wife, mother and environmental consultant. Her love of plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards — mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires. 

Blurb: Julia has the chance to become one of the vampires of the Blue Moon House.  Before being accepted, however, she must prove herself to each of the vampires, and each has their own exacting cost.  Ranging from lesbian, to being forced, to physical torture, she is pushed to her breaking point time and again.  Eventually her perseverance pays off and she crosses from submissive to dominant and vampire.


“Control?” Julia asked.

“You know this,”  Nicholas scoffed.  “The control is always with the submissive. You have the ultimate power, the maximum control.”  He smiled at her own safeword. “The Dominant can only take what you choose to give.  He had the power to stop Lynn when she fed, when she stretched him, when she tested him by giving him to me.  You could say he had control in his real life as well.  He could have stopped his parents, he could have shunned society, but here his control was so much more palpable, especially after the first time he used it.  The way everything came to a complete halt surprised him, I think.  I think he never really believed that power was his.  He got a little giddy with it, and Lynn nearly sent him away for using it too freely.  Instead, she gave him to me, and he realized that he might be put out of our house.  He didn’t enjoy his time with me, but he endured it and that endeared him to Lynn.”

“So he and Lynn...?”

Again Nicholas laughed.  “They did continue for a few years after his change, but as you will find, if you choose to join us, we aren’t so... possessive of one another as that.  It would make things very awkward and difficult.  No, we are testing you, in part, because you will be one of us.  We would all share you and have you spend your time equally with all of us.  You will cling to Harry most at first, of course, owing to your existing relationship, but to exist together, we need to be... freer than that.”

Julia wasn’t sure she understood, but certainly much of what Nicholas told her made sense.  “And you still want your turn with me?”

“Most definitely. Though, I think I already know most of what I need.  You are an intelligent woman, if somewhat naive.  That’s to be expected of a human who hasn’t lived more than a few decades herself.”

Julia started.  She was young.  It hadn’t occurred to her as she’d always been so much older than the others, but she was young compared to the vampires.  Their experiences far outweighed hers.

“What else do you need to know?” she asked, water sloshing in the tub as she lifted her hands to wash her face again.

“When you are ready, I will show you,” he told her and rose from the toilet, closing the bathroom door behind him. 

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