Destiny Moon: This week's erotic author in the spotlight is Destiny Moon and you can find out more about this lovely author in her feature below. Destiny shares fascinating facts about herself as well as her musings on why she writes what she writes. There are also three brilliant excerpts for you to enjoy, including one from a novel which is released later this year. Thanks for stepping into the spotlight, Destiny!
The choices that Alison makes are her own, although it may seem that she is prostituting herself to some. In fact, it could be argued that it's Alison who is exploiting the men who she fucks into submission. Tempted to read more? You should be.
"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.
And before he could blink, there was Emily, his Emily, on her knees in front of him, one of her hands gently grasping his balls as the other stroked his rock-hard cock through the soaked fabric of his jeans. He feared he would come from just the touch of her hand, even with the jeans shielding him from the feel of her delicate skin wrapped around his cock. He needed them off now, wished he held some magical power so that one sweep of his hand could make the jeans and his boots disappear. Remove the barrier that stood between him and ramming his cock home in the sweet haven of her pussy. “Oh, Em, I don’t think I’ll last. I want you so much.”
"Answer me, slut!" With his free hand he gives a vicious twist to my right nipple. It's still swollen and tender from the clamps he made me wear through dinner. A bolt of pain arcs from the abused nub down to my engorged clit, transmuting to electric pleasure along the way. "Ow! Oh...!" He slides a finger along the wet slit between my splayed thighs, then snatches it away.
I've also been involved with the UK fetish scene since the early days, which has provided plenty of background knowledge and inspiration. The Aishling Morgan books are perse, with a wide variety of settings and characters, while I aim to provide sufficient plot to make each story worthwhile in its own right. Their erotic content is also highly perse but tends to focus on power play and exotic sex, sometimes very exotic, and always an integral part of the story.I use Peter Birch for more conventional, modern erotica, essays and other non-fiction work.
“What is it that you think your tits are too small for? This?” He reaches for me, cupping my right breast in his warm hand. He kneads the soft mound, caressing my not exactly ample curves. It feels good even so, and my impulse is to lean in and arch my back, offering my breast to him. “This one seems to fit my hand perfectly. Let’s try something else.” Still stroking my right breast he takes my left nipple between the fingers of his other hand, tracing the outline slowly. I gasp at the feather light, almost ticklish, sensation. He responds by firming his grip, squeezing the sensitive tip, pulling on it just a little. I hiss as the pain starts to bite, and he releases me. “Your breasts are pretty, curvy, exceptionally sensitive. In fact, Miss Jones, I think we may need to come back to these when your spanking is out of the way, just to demonstrate to you how absolutely perfect your breasts are—or your tits, if you prefer. Now, over the bench again please.”
He tore her leggings down and, in a hurry, pressed her leg up and open. She positioned him and with a hot moan, she stroked along the ultra sensitive head. He had to tense every muscle to hold still for her. She was wet. More than wet. She was soaked, so wet for him he bent, took her mouth in a rough kiss and fucked up into her without a thought other than how bad he needed her. “So wet,” he growled. “For me?” “Yes, oh my God, you’re so perfect. All for you,” she whispered, releasing him but grabbing hold of his shoulders instead and moaning for him. “Give me all of it.”
“Yes,” moaned Hannah in-between kisses. He was definitely in the right place, and although it felt better than his finger-play weeks before, she still didn’t feel quite the same as when her husband or even she had done it before. So she simply decided to move their play into another position. She spun on top of him, skirt still up, and backed into him in a lap dance. She grabbed for his hand and stuffed it back into the front of her panties, allowing him to pet her while she intensified the gyration as she backed into him. Danny groaned, and then lifted her off of him quickly. “I think I need some air.” He quickly exited the back seat, and stood up next to the car, taking in a few deep breaths. Hannah smiled. She might have made him almost pop right then and there. She felt a sense of pride that she could do so much to him, fully clothed. She wished she could do more. “Are you okay?” she asked, leaning out of the back seat to look at him.
Robin Sweet: Robin Sweet is a journalist and fiction writer who doesn't really believe in 'sexperts', although she has been known to accept hard cash for acting as one for magazines like Scarlet, Forum, Men's Health and FHM (it keeps her in latex). She thinks sex isn't really that complicated and the best advice is usually 'try talking about it with your partner/s'.
Scarlett Delage: Without any ceremony, the man walked forward, grabbed hold of the Abess’ hair with his hand and roughly shoved his penis between her lips, shoving it so far in she began to choke, but the man seemed not to care and began to thrust himself in and out of the kneeling woman’s mouth. As he did so he began to talk...
When Portia isn't writing she's usually to be found loafing around watching the television, mostly an eclectic mix of The Mentalist, Marple, Poirot, Time Team and the Barefoot Contessa cooking show. If not goggling at the box, she might be online, or reading the works of Agatha Christie, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Stephen King and John Le Carré. Sometimes several of them at once, which can get confusing.
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.
He hunched over her, enjoying the feel of her nails across his back and the eagerness of her kisses. He left her lips to trail down her chin to her neck. He played there a little before going lower. Her full mounds fit perfectly in his hands. He teased her nipples with his tongue, drawing sharp cries of pleasure out of her. “That’s it,” he whispered. “Give yourself over to me.” She shook as he traced his right hand down her body to cover her wet pussy. She gasped when he pushed his finger against her clit. “Cody.” “That’s right,” he encouraged. “Know who has you. Who you belong to.”
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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.
TAJ Barca was born in Paris and raised by a pirate. A world-traveled artist, writer, seeker, and eternal optimist, she finds truth in the most unlikely places. RECALL is a part of a trilogy, book two of the Anima & Animus series, TABOO, is scheduled for release in 2015. Barca is also a visual artist and has illustrated a pillow book titled The Songs of Solomon: A Pillow Book for Breast Cancer Survivors & Their Lovers, also available on Amazon.co.uk.
Kristina is an award-winning author and the editor of a over dozen Cleis Press anthologies, including xoxo, Fairy Tale Lust, Dream Lover, Lustfully Ever After, Duty and Desire and the Best Erotic Romance series. Her short fiction has appeared in over one hundred anthologies and her nonfiction has appeared in publications as perse as USA Today, Good Vibes Magazine, The Sun and Brain, Child.