Callista pushed her hand between her tightly clenched thighs and pressed the heel of it against her aching flesh. The sharp tingle spread out from her center flooding her with instant heat. Damn him! She thought as her body shuddered. Why am I allowing him to make me feel this way? Surrender, indeed! The nerve of him. Does he really think he can manipulate my mind with basic NLP? He may be trying to get me in the mood for the project, but I am not his Guinea pig, I am his assistant. I will have to make the terms of this arrangement very clear before we begin. She tried to work for a while, pushing away the thoughts of her earlier conversation with Anbu and his suggestive message. She fooled herself into believing it was working, but when a video on the mating habits of the African Dung Beetle seemed arousing to her, she slammed the laptop shut. King of love, huh! She muttered to herself. Grabbing the cold bottle of Rose′ from her fridge, she headed to her neighbor Chad’s apartment.
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He lifted her dress and slid his hand around to her already throbbing clitoris. He stopped only long enough to tear off her flimsy lace panties, then, she almost came immediately his fingers began a slow, rhythmic circling of her moist vulva lips. She almost moaned aloud again but, his other hand on her waist, he again shushed her into silence.
Because lifting his arms to the doorframe made his jacket rise up enough to expose the top of his low-slung jeans. As well as the thin green line of his boxers hugging his hips underneath. It didn’t take X-ray vision to know that just above that patch of skin, hidden by his white undershirt and whatever else he had on under his black North Face fleece, were two long dimples carved into his lower back, matching the dimples on his face. Officially the sexiest part of any man’s body and the one thing Casey dreamed about on those rare nights when she did, in fact, allow herself to dream. But this was not going to be one of those images she replayed in her mind’s eye. She was already berating herself for noticing. Not only had she turned to putty simply because he slid the hair out of his eyes as if he didn’t know the gesture would make every girl within a ten-mile radius want to extend her hand to his cheek. But she, Cassandra Webb, competent, capable, got dumped on her ass but still got back up again, thirty-four-year-old independent woman, had checked out his twenty-something-year-old butt.
Jillian Boyd: This week's erotic author in the spotlight is Jillian Boyd - already an amazing sex blogger and also a fantastic erotic author and erotica editor. Her new 20s themed anthology, Flappers, Jazz and Valentino, has just been released (August 8 2014). Don't miss it!
Dulce DeVine is a true renaissance woman, and she honors her passions by creating, performing, teaching, learning, and embracing life. She is an erotica writer, burlesquerina, danseuse du ventre, tarot reader, Reiki Master, and priestess with Romani blood running through her veins.
The latest work I read from Kristina Lloyd was a short story entitled 'Cutting out Hearts' in Cleis Press' Best Erotic Romance 2013 anthology, edited by Violet Blue. Apart from the emotion rich scenes and raunchy sexual aspects, there is a deep, underlying psychological value to her writing which makes you think. The brain is our sexiest organ and Kristina certainly knows how to use hers, as well as inviting yours along for the ride, to get to a thoroughly satisfying destination.
Tonya Kinzer is a self-published erotic romance author whose books are quickly climbing the charts at Amazon and Barnes & Noble. If you’re looking for a romance with a little more spice than the average hot read, you won’t want to miss taking a look at her work. She writes erotic romance for readers who love to become a silent character within the story. You will be pulled into scenes to partake of activities along the lines of soft bondage and Dom/sub relationships, to feel what her characters feel and taste what they taste: strong sexual desires much like your own. Be prepared to enter a world you'll not want to leave and can't wait to get back to. Worlds where new submissives and demanding Doms entice you to read more.
he stepped back, and wielded the paddle again, delivering a couple of hard, stinging swipes to his throbbing bumcheeks, and that was the point when he raised his head momentarily and opened his eyes, and saw Rosa. She’d just slipped in through the door between the two bars, and she looked at him, and she saw him, bent over, being thrashed and clearly loving it,
Justine Elyot's next book is entitled Lecture Notes and is out on the 1st October. Enjoy this free teaser from the book! He rinses off the foam and surveys his handiwork with detached approval. “Much better,” he opines. He leans down and breathes on it, making my skin pucker into goosepimples. “Now you cannot hide from me.”
"Okay, get ready, baby," he said, and she released him and leaned back. He held his cock, grunted a few times and then started pissing. He pissed for a moment on her face and she gasped, and then he pissed on her tits, spraying her all over. The piss splashed all around her, collecting in puddles in the bottom of the pool. I didn't want to guess how many beers he'd had, but he didn't stop pissing for a long time. Natalia seemed to love it. I didn't know how much of that was her desire to be a good porn performer, or if she was actually getting some kind of sexual thrill from having a stranger piss all over her, but the look on her face was blissful. When his stream weakened, she got up close, holding her mouth open just below his cock so his final dribbles ran right onto her tongue.
You can find the raunchy words of Lily Harlem in a plethora of erotic anthologies in the UK and USA, as well as reading her sexy stories either as a full length novel or as bite-sized bliss in short stories. Covering the entire spread (!) of the erotic writing spectrum, Lily Harlem writes about intriguing and warm characters and scenes from romance and love to outrageously filthy sex.
Tim scrambled to pull Marie into the rough and tumble, shoving up her skirt and pushing aside the crotch of her panties to bury his face in her pussy. Meanwhile, Anderson tugged and the farmer’s jeans until they were down over his hips and Tim practically went through the roof at the first feel of Anderson’s tongue against his anus. He murmured something warm and incoherent that vibrated intriguingly against Marie’s clit.
What few clothes the dominatrix was wearing – a bra that barely contained her full breasts and a tiny skirt that merely skimmed her shapely thighs and underneath which she was naked – were of soft black leather as were her knee length high heeled boots.
Her breathing quickened at his possessive touch. If she moved her legs apart, anyone at the end of the table would have a view of her pussy. Crap. This was not what she had envisioned for the evening. She considered explaining, but doubted he’d be sympathetic. Screw it, the lighting was subdued and her skirt covered enough—she hoped. Slowly, reluctantly, she spread her legs until her foot was lined up with the corner. “I’m going to place the manacle around your ankle. I won’t latch it, pet. You are to remain still. If you remove your leg, I will be disappointed.”
"There is a woman sitting across from me. Buttoned up, all business. What is she like when she lets her hair down? I'll bet she likes it in the ass. I can almost see her, bent over, plump round butt in the air, shivering with lust as she waits to be taken. She might even like a little spanking first. After he makes her ass nice and pink, her lover pours massage oil between her spread cheeks, then rubs it into her hungry hole as she mewls like a cat in heat. She longs to be stuffed with cock and her lover obliges. While he fucks her back door, she sucks his fingers."
And then he spanked again. And again. Little by little, he soothed and spanked, soothed and spanked. It didn’t hurt much, but I was on fire. Something deep in my soul had been ignited and it felt like coming home. He released my wrists from where he’d been holding them, tight above my head. I reached for his cock, gripping it tightly in my grasp. He was rock solid and I couldn’t help feeling relief that he was enjoying this as much as me. He sat up, leaning against the headboard, propping cushions round his thighs, legs out straight in front of him. I lay still, waiting and wondering. Then Matt pulled me over his knee, my body supported by the mattress. He was rougher this time, as though in his mind, he’d worked out what we both wanted and needed. His cock pressed up hard between my thighs, where he’d positioned me over it and I pushed down to meet it. The pre-come on his head smeared across my clit and I circled my hips, working myself over his hard protrusion, wanting the release from the pressure he’d built inside me.
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We turned several corners of narrow, winding streets. I smelled garlic, tomatoes on the vine, then he pushed me down a narrow opening against a wall. It was warm against my back and he was very hard as he pressed into me. He kissed me. His breath smelled like peppermint and coffee. “You haven’t been smoking,” I said, as he rubbed his gigantic cock against me. “I never smoke when I want to fuck. I’m really glad you came.” He trailed his tongue down my neck then stopped. He made my heart race and he knew it. “Take it out,” he whispered, moving back to my ear. “I can’t take it out,” I said, as people kept traipsing past us. “Take it out. Now.”
Now I was completely naked and he turned me to face the street. One storey below a delivery boy drove by on a bike but didn't see. A couple on the beach across the grass looked up and were watching. Afternoon shoppers gathered. They all saw me, a nude woman at the full-length window...crying? He put his hand on the back of my neck, turning me forward into the full light of the afternoon.