This week we welcome Charlie J Forrest into the Erotic Author Spotlight, a sensual, sexy writer who has penned a number of erotic stories sure to set your imagination and sheets sizzling. Find out more about this wicked author below, as well as several free excerpt of his amazing talent! You can also get the FULL version of Pirates of Men's' Pants completely FREE - all you have to do is subscribe to Charlie J Forrest's newsletter, the link for which is available on the cjforrest.com website.
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More is more, right? I’m definitely not a minimalist as the state of my living room would attest to but I’m also not minimal in my writing world either. Anyone who knows me will clarify how very good I am at waffling. So in stories it just makes sense that I’m going to write about more than just a one on one love story every now and then. Welcome to the wonderful world of menage erotica; threesomes, foursomes and as- many-as-you-can-manage-somes.
When Emily Donahue sets eyes on Ash Bristol, she is convinced he’s the one she’d been waiting for, her Prince Charming. But wealthy playboy Ash Bristol’ has been burned. He’s sworn off relationships, vowing to have nothing more than a series of steamy one night stands. So when he meets Emily, the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, he resolves to seduce her, possess her…and walk away. The passion that ignites between them has him questioning his decision. He begins to suspect he just tossed away the best thing that’s ever happened to him…and vows to win her back.
“Okay, you weren’t kidding about the flogging thing?” “I never kid about floggings. You say you’re afraid of pain during sex. Fine. Let’s get the pain out of the way first so you can focus on the sex.” “Are you—”
There’s that closeness from having him in my mouth. First of course, the shuffling down, wherever we are, either on chair as I snuggle up in his lap, or shuffle down to my knees to be between his legs... or in bed as I curl up first in the nook of his arm, my leg across his body and then I can’t help but wriggle down beneath the covers to seek him out.
"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."
Soon, both of her legs were bound from ankle to thigh, her slick lips completely open. Damian moved to the floor. The chair he’d been sitting in hit the carpet with a soft thud when he kicked it out of the way. Tommy pointed to the other chair, and Damian kicked it away too. “Put your hands on your tits.”
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.
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.
By slave penny: It was not an ordinary indoor circus. It was small, the luxurious seats located on three steeply rising tiers. Tables between each pair of seats were filled with half full bottles of champagne and other wines, glasses, sumptuous foods and a multitude of sex toys.
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.”
Erotic World Book Day Led by powerhouse columnist and erotic author Emily Dubberley of Cliterati, the world of erotic authors have united to create Erotic World Book Day. It is also being held on March 5th and it’s a cause that I fully support and hope you will be involved with too. The main locations for Erotic World Book Day discussion right now are on Facebook (group and page) and you can also find out more through Cliterati’s twitter. Another great source of erotica information and news are the Smut UK team, also on Facebook and Twitter.
The one serious wish I would make for myself, is that I would be a confident person. Not to be self conscious or have any insecurities. Not to an arrogant point, of course. But definitely confident. I can be assertive, I can face challenges head on, I can stride into a room and bluff it out that I am confident. But as for what’s going on inside… I don’t let many people see that. The weak, self-doubting, insecure side. Oh dear, that’s not very fun either.
“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.”