Friday, 24 October 2014

Flasher Fiction Friday - Off-Broadway

It was over. Tina sighed in relief, inhaling the bouquet on her dressing table. The last curtain on the last show. She was free, having done everything her contract dictated. Walking out of this theatre, she would embark on a new life, away from the spotlight.
Fingernails tickled her spine. She didn’t have to look to the mirror to know Candace was unlacing her. The understudy had been everything Tina could have asked for, making this drawn out obligation bearable.
“Where will you go?” Candace asked.
“Anywhere but here.”
“I don’t know how you can leave the stage.”
“You will.”

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Thursday, 23 October 2014

Thursday Taster - Slave #7

Shall we continue with Will's sexual exploration? Yes, let's. Remember to read all the tasters on the blog.

He shook a little and knelt down, taking the penis in his hand again. This time there were no frightening images, no memories, just the warm flesh in his hand. The skin was impossibly soft. It was what he imagined white ladies hands were like.
“Ah,” Bart moaned, but not for Will. Nicholas had risen and was standing behind the man. He must be doing something to his backside. Continuing to stroke, he peeked around Bart’s hip.
Nicholas had just poured oil on Bart’s ass and was tracing his fingers along the crack between his cheeks.
“You focus on that,” Nicholas urged with a smirk. “Have you tried tasting it yet?”
Will licked his lips. He had no idea what a man tasted like. He had no idea what a woman tasted like either but was fairly certain he wasn’t interested in finding out. However, this sausage in his hand tempted him.
Opening his mouth, he popped the head in, just as he would a sausage. His chest expanded, growing with his inhalation, but his heart seemed constricted within it, as though it grew even more, faster than his chest. Holding the penis, he slid down, wanting more.

Tuesday, 21 October 2014

Tantalizing Tuesday - A long soak

Tuesday again already? I don't know about you, but I could use a little pampering. Check out all the teasers by popping over to the blog
She closed the door and took off her slippers. Steam rose from the warm water, petals scattered across the surface. She could smell rose and fuchsia drifting through the room. Releasing the tie on her terrycloth bathrobe, she let it fall to the floor. Before stepping into the tub, she checked that her hair was still knotted on the top of her head. The mix of blossoms and oil weren’t things she wanted tangled in.
Braced on one wrist, she lifted a carefully pointed toe and dipped it into the water. It was so hot, she almost pulled it back out, but instead she plunged in to her knee. Heat pricked up her leg and then dissipated, warming her chill skin. Shifting her weight into her other wrist, on the other side of the tub, she stepped in and sank up to her shoulders. A sigh floated out with the floral aroma, taking all her tension with it.
The door opened and she almost bolted up.
“Don’t move,” he said, moving her towels off the bench to the floor. “I have tea,” he said, setting her tiny pot-on-cup down. “And wine. Anything else, Mistress?”
She couldn’t think of a thing.

Sunday, 19 October 2014

Sunday Surprise - Club Blind and others #newrelease #release

Evernight Publishing has been very busy in October. I thought I could do one or two releases a week and have a nice feature, but they have more than I expected! And that's just one of the publishers I'm hoping to include in my release announcements, surprises for Sunday.

This first one is from a friend of my S.J. Maylee. In fact, I was luck enough to beta-read this story! Check out this steamy excerpt based on a club where the lights are always out, but the sex is always hot.

The door continued to open every few minutes. Finally, the woman in front of Jane was taken away. She could see nothing past the door besides black. Until the door closed, she continued gazing into the darkness. How would the loss of sight change the experience? Would she feel more? What would he feel like? Nerves shook through her limbs, and sweat tickled her palms. The door opened, and she stood straight as a statue. This was crazy. She searched for pockets in her robe. When she found none, she swallowed back a curse.
The escort stopped in front of her. “Are you having second thoughts?” He shifted the goggles higher on his forehead.
“Would you like to step back and wait to go or ...” He stepped back and cracked the door open. “Sometimes it helps to hear the sounds of the other participants.”
She closed her eyes and took in the moans and let her mind drift to what her body would feel like to make her make those kinds of sounds.
“I don’t want to pressure you. Tell me what you want.”
“Thank you.” She opened her eyes and took a step towards him. The only way was forward. “I’m ready.”
“Good for you.” He reached out and took hold of her hand. “Come on, I’ll take you to the lucky one, for tonight.” He winked and tugged her forward.
Once the door closed behind them, Jane was surrounded by unending black. She looked around, but there was nothing, no end to the darkness. A nervous shiver danced along her spine, followed by thoughts of haunted houses. What would she find around the next corner? Her escort tugged her forward, bringing her back to the night's purpose.
She needed to remember why she was here. She needed to live in the moment. There was a good chance she was about to touch the man who would give her release.
They slowed, turned a corner, and after a couple more steps they stopped. She swallowed the lump in her throat when her escort placed her hand into another’s.
“Enjoy.” He squeezed her shoulder, and she sensed his presence leave the space.
A pull on her hand forced her feet forward a couple of steps. She stopped just as abruptly when she bumped into a hard chest—the man of the hour. This man would touch her soon, but he wasn’t yet. He was only holding her hand. Her breasts moved with her uneven breathing, and her nipples scraped against his chest.
Why wasn’t he touching her? Was he nervous, too, or having second thoughts? She reached up in curiosity to make sure he wasn’t wearing a pair of night-vision goggles, but only found soft hair. She followed the section of hair to above his shoulder and continued onto smooth skin and around his shoulder to his bicep thick with muscle. Her heart thumped, and her breath quickened as moisture covered her needy pussy.
She breathed deeply, taking in his delicious, musky scent. Her hand wandered to his chest and found more of the same, firm skin rounding over firm muscles. A warm hand landed over hers and held her hand tight to his chest. A nose tickled her ear.
“Do you like?”
“Yes,” she admitted. “I’d like to explore you now, okay?”
“Yes, please.”
She pushed out the breath she held and worked to breathe normally. His hand landed softly on her cheek, fingertips caressed her chin, and then up to her temple. The gentle touches raised a long sleeping yearning within her, and she leaned into his touch. His thumb swept across her bottom lip. Curiosity wore away her reserve, and she let her tongue reach out and taste his fingers. One digit pushed into her mouth, and she sucked lightly, enjoying his clean taste.
The finger left her mouth, a second of waiting, and then his mouth crushed down on hers. His lips were firm and demanding, feeding her hunger. He ran his fingers through her hair, and then his warm wet tongue swept through her mouth. Back and forth, deep, then gentle, their tongues dueled. She explored more of him as her need to know him intimately soared.
His touch lingered around her shoulders and down her sides. When he found her ass, he kneaded the globes. The kiss ended as abruptly as it started, leaving her wanting.
She heard nothing but the driving rhythm of the music, each track feeding right into another. The current song enchanted her, and her hips swayed. No one could see her, so there was no reason for self-conscious thoughts. The brilliance of the club hit her with full force. It didn’t matter who she was or who he was. Tonight, they celebrated life and the pleasures they could bring their bodies. Everyone deserved pleasure. Even her.

Want to read more? You can find a copy for your e-reader at Evernight.

But that was just one of the recent releases.

C. R. Moss put many different thematic elements together in Dream Across Time. It is a ghost story with some time travel all set in a ranch, Rariton Manor Ranch to be specific. Like In The Blind, this is billed as the first in a series.

Elyzabeth VaLey has a Romance on the go title, Arcanus Amator, that features a child of cupid. A dash of myth with your erotic romance.

Taking a Chance is the fourth installment in April Zyon's series Massey, Texas.

A Heart of Fire is a historical romance with enough heat to sizzle from Kerri Patterson.

Like I said at the beginning, this is just a few of the releases from Evernight THIS WEEK. I will endeavour to feature another publisher next week.

Friday, 17 October 2014

Flasher Fiction Friday - The Hunt

The bright lights blinded her. They were meant to illuminate the temptations that surrounded, but they just burned, leaving green and pink after images when she blinked. This was meant to be a place of pleasure, of indulgence, but that was not her purpose. She was here to save someone. She didn’t know who, not yet, but if should find a moment of quiet, it would come to her. She tucked between two buildings and waited for the sparkling lights behind her eyes to disappear. Blocking out the cacophony, she made out a single voice.


The hunt was on.
This was just may take on this vibrant picture. There are more waiting for you on the blog.

Thursday, 16 October 2014

Thursday Taster - Slave #6

Now we find out what Will really likes. Check out all the tasters on the blog.

Will, would you come with me?”
Will straightened from the oven where he had just set the ham to roast. Nicholas wasn’t wearing a shirt and neither did Will. He found they just got dirty and in the way when he worked, especially in the warm kitchen. He was charged with cooking for himself and having enough food available for the guests. He was never asked to serve them, just have food in the pantry. It was pleasant choosing the food for himself instead of eating what some woman dictated. He hadn’t known how to cook at first, though, and botched a lot before developing the skill.
“Yes, sir.” He wiped his hands on a towel, which he tossed back into the sink.
“What would you do with this?” he asked, opening one of the doors. He didn’t think anyone was in any of the rooms. He usually stayed out of the halls when the vampires were busy. Inside, a man stood naked. His bound hands hung above him. It was a white man, though not as pale as Terrance, or even Nicholas. Will licked his lips, unsure what the vampire wanted.
Will took a tentative step into the room, wanting a closer look at the man. His skin was a brownish-olive, warm. Black, glossy hair fell in waves to his shoulders. The same glossy hair framed an average looking penis. Or it would be average, if it weren’t half-hardened, vessels starting to stand out on it.
Will had handled his own penis many times. It was much larger than this one, but the lighter skin, the fact that it wasn’t his, fascinated him.
“Go on,” Nicholas urged.
“Master?” the man asked.
“This is Will, Bart. I thought I’d get a fresh opinion. I’d hate for our play to become stale.”
Bart sighed and sagged a little pulling his elbows as far as the rope allowed. “I understand. He is young, isn’t he?”
“Sixteen,” Nicholas answered.
Will took slow steps and then reached out to touch the other man’s penis.
The image of a woman playing with his penis flashed through his head. Then more memories: white fingers against dark skin. Black hands beating. White hands beating. His mother strung up, beaten for a whore.
He let go and stepped back, shaking his head.
“No? I think he liked that.” Nicholas reached past Will to grip Bart’s length. “What he really likes, is this.” Nicholas crouched and licked the head of Bart’s cock where it was just beginning to pass the foreskin. He held the head in his mouth while he stroked. Will watched in fascination.
“Give it a try,” Nicholas urged, pointing the penis toward Will.
He shook a little and knelt down, taking the penis in his hand again. This time there were no frightening images, no memories, just the warm flesh in his hand. The skin was impossibly soft. It was what he imagined white ladies hands were like.
That memory bombarded him again, and he stroked the soft skin as he remembered the white fingers stroking his, ever so gently.

Remember, there are plenty more great tastes waiting on the blog

Tuesday, 14 October 2014

Tantalizing Tuesday - First Kiss

Here's a fun little scene in 200 words. Hope you like it. Check out all the teasers on the blog.
Dustin moved one of the lights. “Are you warm enough?”
Lily pulled her shirt off her chest and blew down it. She was certainly warm enough. “Misty? Are you cold, sweetie?”
“No.” Misty’s voice wavered.
“Josiah, have you even said hello to Misty?” Dustin asked his nephew off to one side.
“No.” The little black boy had his arms crossed. He was also naked and unabashed by it. “Why?”
“You don’t like her because she’s white?” Dustin asked. Sweat made his black skin reflect the bright lights. The heat was getting to him too.
“I don’t care she’s white. She’s a girl.” He made a face.
“No, I’m not!” Misty yelled. “You’re just a stupid head.”
“I am not!” Josiah shouted back.
Dustin snapped his camera up and began clicking away. Lily moved to stand behind him, the children toe-to–toe, arguing.
“You don’t have a penis,” Josiah claimed.
Misty looked down in disbelief.  “Mom? Where’s my penis?”
“You never had a penis, sweetie,” Lily tried to remind her. Dustin continued clicking away with a huge grin on his face.
“Make him pay, Misty,” Dustin said, laughter in his voice. “Kiss him.”
The adults cheered, but Josiah’s response was, “Yuck.”