Help! I've been kidnapped by my characters!
I'm supposed to be writing "Bad Fur Day" for Changeling Press. I love the Night Critters Series. I really do! Writing with my adopted daughter Tuesday has been both a pleasure and a pain, but that's to be expected. After all, she's as nutty as I am and just as obsessive-compulsive. We're bound to clash now and then.
However, I did not expect my Muse to be a rude interrupting brat. Twice in one week she has interrupted my writing by deciding that I needed to write Hot Flashes. The first, tentatively titled "A Peck of Pickles" is a male-to-male menage a trois. Can we say ambitious? I knew you could. I never expected those characters to run away with me in tow for 11 bloody pages in one day. Which is why I'm now using Dragon NaturallySpeaking for the next week while my hands recover. No problem. That's why I have Dragon NaturallySpeaking, isn't it?
But then, just when it was safe to return to what I was supposed to be doing, my Muse made another left turn last night. I can blame my husband and his best friend for this one. "Sea Stories" was their suggestion, based on my gales of laughter at the many stories they tell me of their days in the Navy. How could I not write these hilarious misadventures? I hope they know I do have to turn the characters gay...
Somehow, I remain grateful that my Muse has reactivated after my long illness. She may drive me crazy, but I love every minute of it.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Guest Excerpt: White Lightning by Cyan Bell
Welcome to one of our newest authors at Changeling!
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White Lightning by Cyan Bell
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Taylor sighed with bliss. Her nipples hardened and goose bumps pebbled her skin. The constant Australian summer heat was taking its toll. All the windows in her cabin were fully open to try to catch an elusive breeze and there was always the sensation of a storm on the precipice to breaking, but it never seemed to fulfill its promise. Throwing off her clothes and going skinny dipping was the only way she would get some relief.
She sucked in a deep breath and ducked her head under the water. Kicking lazily, she began to swim as far into the center of the lake as she could, breaking to the surface with an explosive inhalation.
“The one downfall of going swimming at night completely naked is someone catching you. Worse if that someone decides to run off with your clothes.”
She let out a startled yelp, forgetting to tread water and disappearing under the water again. Spinning around, she stroked to the surface and tried to see the owner of the rich, teasing voice. She let out a cough and swiped water out of her eyes, but was only able to make out a dark shape at the edge of the water where she’d entered. Her heart sped up and panic flared in her chest. She looked over her shoulder to see how far away the other shore was. Too far.
“Gee, Taylor, don’t go drowning on me or I might have to come out there and save you, give you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.” The deep male voice kept its jovial quality but at the edges an element of concern lingered.
Recognition sparked in her memory. At the exact same moment, her fear fled and was replaced by a fluttering in her stomach. Now her breathlessness wasn’t caused by her urge to swim away but rather the knowledge of who stood at the water’s edge and the fact she was naked.
She tried to still her racing pulse and counted to ten while breathing normally. “Ryan Matthews?” She swam closer to the sound of his voice and stood, feeling rough stones under her feet. She stayed crouched so the water covered her up to her throat. Unconsciously, she passed her hand over her face, feeling for bruises or telltale signs. I have to stop doing that! She dropped her hand back down into the water. “What are you doing here?”
“I told you, I came to steal your clothes.”
An idea sparked in her head. This was why she was here, to get away from herself, from the scared, broken person she’d become. She was going to go back, reclaim the person she was five years ago. Only, she was going to do it with the kind of confidence she’d only dreamed of having the last time Ryan and she had spent time together.
“Are you going to spend all night in there, Taylor? I’m not going to bite.” He muttered something incomprehensible afterward.
She stood up, the water reaching just above her breasts. The gentle motion around her nipples and between her thighs made her brash. She felt… sexy, damn it; the cold water surrounding her body, the sticky heat of the night and the proximity of the man she’d had a crush on for years playing havoc with her. “Got something else to say, Matthews?”
There was a heartbeat of hesitation and she heard an intake of breath. Taylor smiled, knowing for the first time in many years she’d thrown out a verbal challenge and he didn’t quite know what to do about it.
The clouds above them parted and the full moon bathed the side of the lake in a surreal soft light. She seized her opportunity, knowing full well there were no welts to hide, and that the diffused light wouldn’t show up any of her scars. Taylor walked out of the water as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Arching a brow, she concentrated on his face, barely able to make out the deep blue of his irises.
She shivered, the chill of the water still numbing her nerves but rapidly being brought to life by the stifling heat in the air. She watched the rapid play of emotions across his face; surprise first, followed by the startled realization she really was completely naked. His jaw dropped as she came out of the water until only her ankles were covered. She hid her smile by swinging her hair over her shoulder and gathering it into her hand so she could wring the moisture out. Water cascaded down her body, passing in between her breasts and then she tossed it back over so the strands landed in the middle of her back.
Ryan held her clothes in one hand, not moving, but she could see the muscles in his arms flexing and his throat working as he gulped. She noticed the hard bulge straining the zipper of his jeans; his bare feet tickled by the very edge of the water. A casual cotton shirt clung to a well-developed chest and arms.
“I’ve known you since I was five years old, Ryan. I used to splash around here naked when you were ten. If you’d stolen my clothes I would have just walked up to my uncle’s cabin without them. It’s not like you haven’t seen it all before.” She grabbed the clothes from his hand and slung them over her arm, barely suppressing a laugh. “The one thing I haven’t seen is you speechless.” With that, she skirted the water until she came to the path up to her cabin. She couldn’t help but look back and noticed him looking at her with a slight smile on his face. Yes!
With a giddiness she hadn’t experienced in a long time, she took the first step up the side of the hill. Cut into the sloping earth, each stair was a length of tree branch dug in to the ground, creating curved platforms all the way to the deck of her cabin. Binding the soil together, a mixture of trailing vines and ferns lined the side of the path and caressed her toes and legs with their leafy touch. Her feet curled around the wood, the bark soft under the arches. Pain lanced through her right hip, but she gritted her teeth and ignored it until it stopped.
“There’s just one major difference, Taylor.” His voice sounded hoarse and slightly strained.
She smothered a grin before turning to look at him. “What’s that, Ryan?”
“You sure as hell didn’t look like that when you were five.”
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White Lightning by Cyan Bell
All rights reserved.Copyright ©2008 Cyan Bell
This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.
Taylor sighed with bliss. Her nipples hardened and goose bumps pebbled her skin. The constant Australian summer heat was taking its toll. All the windows in her cabin were fully open to try to catch an elusive breeze and there was always the sensation of a storm on the precipice to breaking, but it never seemed to fulfill its promise. Throwing off her clothes and going skinny dipping was the only way she would get some relief.
She sucked in a deep breath and ducked her head under the water. Kicking lazily, she began to swim as far into the center of the lake as she could, breaking to the surface with an explosive inhalation.
“The one downfall of going swimming at night completely naked is someone catching you. Worse if that someone decides to run off with your clothes.”
She let out a startled yelp, forgetting to tread water and disappearing under the water again. Spinning around, she stroked to the surface and tried to see the owner of the rich, teasing voice. She let out a cough and swiped water out of her eyes, but was only able to make out a dark shape at the edge of the water where she’d entered. Her heart sped up and panic flared in her chest. She looked over her shoulder to see how far away the other shore was. Too far.
“Gee, Taylor, don’t go drowning on me or I might have to come out there and save you, give you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.” The deep male voice kept its jovial quality but at the edges an element of concern lingered.
Recognition sparked in her memory. At the exact same moment, her fear fled and was replaced by a fluttering in her stomach. Now her breathlessness wasn’t caused by her urge to swim away but rather the knowledge of who stood at the water’s edge and the fact she was naked.
She tried to still her racing pulse and counted to ten while breathing normally. “Ryan Matthews?” She swam closer to the sound of his voice and stood, feeling rough stones under her feet. She stayed crouched so the water covered her up to her throat. Unconsciously, she passed her hand over her face, feeling for bruises or telltale signs. I have to stop doing that! She dropped her hand back down into the water. “What are you doing here?”
“I told you, I came to steal your clothes.”
An idea sparked in her head. This was why she was here, to get away from herself, from the scared, broken person she’d become. She was going to go back, reclaim the person she was five years ago. Only, she was going to do it with the kind of confidence she’d only dreamed of having the last time Ryan and she had spent time together.
“Are you going to spend all night in there, Taylor? I’m not going to bite.” He muttered something incomprehensible afterward.
She stood up, the water reaching just above her breasts. The gentle motion around her nipples and between her thighs made her brash. She felt… sexy, damn it; the cold water surrounding her body, the sticky heat of the night and the proximity of the man she’d had a crush on for years playing havoc with her. “Got something else to say, Matthews?”
There was a heartbeat of hesitation and she heard an intake of breath. Taylor smiled, knowing for the first time in many years she’d thrown out a verbal challenge and he didn’t quite know what to do about it.
The clouds above them parted and the full moon bathed the side of the lake in a surreal soft light. She seized her opportunity, knowing full well there were no welts to hide, and that the diffused light wouldn’t show up any of her scars. Taylor walked out of the water as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Arching a brow, she concentrated on his face, barely able to make out the deep blue of his irises.
She shivered, the chill of the water still numbing her nerves but rapidly being brought to life by the stifling heat in the air. She watched the rapid play of emotions across his face; surprise first, followed by the startled realization she really was completely naked. His jaw dropped as she came out of the water until only her ankles were covered. She hid her smile by swinging her hair over her shoulder and gathering it into her hand so she could wring the moisture out. Water cascaded down her body, passing in between her breasts and then she tossed it back over so the strands landed in the middle of her back.
Ryan held her clothes in one hand, not moving, but she could see the muscles in his arms flexing and his throat working as he gulped. She noticed the hard bulge straining the zipper of his jeans; his bare feet tickled by the very edge of the water. A casual cotton shirt clung to a well-developed chest and arms.
“I’ve known you since I was five years old, Ryan. I used to splash around here naked when you were ten. If you’d stolen my clothes I would have just walked up to my uncle’s cabin without them. It’s not like you haven’t seen it all before.” She grabbed the clothes from his hand and slung them over her arm, barely suppressing a laugh. “The one thing I haven’t seen is you speechless.” With that, she skirted the water until she came to the path up to her cabin. She couldn’t help but look back and noticed him looking at her with a slight smile on his face. Yes!
With a giddiness she hadn’t experienced in a long time, she took the first step up the side of the hill. Cut into the sloping earth, each stair was a length of tree branch dug in to the ground, creating curved platforms all the way to the deck of her cabin. Binding the soil together, a mixture of trailing vines and ferns lined the side of the path and caressed her toes and legs with their leafy touch. Her feet curled around the wood, the bark soft under the arches. Pain lanced through her right hip, but she gritted her teeth and ignored it until it stopped.
“There’s just one major difference, Taylor.” His voice sounded hoarse and slightly strained.
She smothered a grin before turning to look at him. “What’s that, Ryan?”
“You sure as hell didn’t look like that when you were five.”
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Thursday, April 10, 2008
JERR Review for Must Love Dogs!
Title: Night Critters 1: Must Love Dogs
Author: Lena Austin and Tuesday Richards
Publisher: Changeling PressPublisher
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Reviewer: Ann Barber
Rating: 4 Stars
Heat level: S
Must Love Dogs had me laughing all the way through the book. I loved both of these characters. Both are searching for love and when they find it they aren’t going to let anyone, not even their families, stand in their way. Roni is confident and knows exactly what she wants. Corbin is sexy and willing to stand up for the woman he loves. The sex was fun and entertaining.
The plot was fast paced as expected with a book of this short length, but I didn’t feel rushed through the story. Roni and Corbin find real love in the course of Must Love Dogs and aren’t afraid to fight for it. The supporting characters made this book special. Roni’s friend Ana is supportive even though she is going through her own relationship crisis, and Roni and Corbin’s parents are funny. I hope there are more books in this series on the way. I can’t wait for another visit. If you feel like a funny quick read Lena Austin and Tuesday Richards’ Must Love Dogs is a great choice!
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Ann Barber
Just Erotic Romance Reviews
Author: Lena Austin and Tuesday Richards
Publisher: Changeling PressPublisher
URL: www.changelingpress .com
Reviewer: Ann Barber
Rating: 4 Stars
Heat level: S
Must Love Dogs had me laughing all the way through the book. I loved both of these characters. Both are searching for love and when they find it they aren’t going to let anyone, not even their families, stand in their way. Roni is confident and knows exactly what she wants. Corbin is sexy and willing to stand up for the woman he loves. The sex was fun and entertaining.
The plot was fast paced as expected with a book of this short length, but I didn’t feel rushed through the story. Roni and Corbin find real love in the course of Must Love Dogs and aren’t afraid to fight for it. The supporting characters made this book special. Roni’s friend Ana is supportive even though she is going through her own relationship crisis, and Roni and Corbin’s parents are funny. I hope there are more books in this series on the way. I can’t wait for another visit. If you feel like a funny quick read Lena Austin and Tuesday Richards’ Must Love Dogs is a great choice!
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Ann Barber
Just Erotic Romance Reviews
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Featured Excerpt: Silk Panties by Celia Kyle
Silk Panties by Celia Kyle
Excerpt #2
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Lisa wanted to dance, scream, and shout when she heard Jonathan's answer. She really wanted to do the running man and cabbage patch, but was pretty sure it would ruin the moment. Especially considering Jonathan was looking all serious and staring at her lips.
He closed the gap between them, his lips hovered millimeters from hers and she held her breath, waiting for his touch. That first brush of his skin against her sensitive lips sent tiny shivers through her body, settling in her core. Her body tensed and strained towards his, craving more. And that was only a teasing taste, a glimpse at what he could draw from her. He pressed a soft open-mouthed kiss to her mouth, flicking the seam of her lips with his tongue.
The next time he pressed against her mouth, she returned the favor. Her tongue snuck out and slid against his and she got her first taste of him. She went back for more. Their tongues danced as she searched out more of his taste, relishing the warm moist cavern of his mouth.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and arched her body into his, moaning when they aligned. His erection pressed like a hot steel rod into her abdomen. She rocked her hips against his pulling a groan from his body in return. Their lips and tongues continued their fight for dominance until he wrenched away from her, resting his head against the door.
Lisa slid down his chest until her feet rested firmly against the floor and she sagged against him, ear pressed to his chest. She could hear the rapid thump of his heart and the deep breaths puffing in and out of his longs. Her hand slid down his neck, past his shoulder to rest on his chest. Her fingers stroked the muscle of his pectoral through his thin cotton dress shirt until a tiny nipple pressed against her palm. Using her fingernail, she scraped it with one slow swipe.
"Oh, baby." Jonathan moaned, placing his hand over hers, stilling her movement.
She snatched her hands away, clasping them behind her. "Did I do it wrong?"
Lisa hated the hesitation and uncertainty in her voice, but she couldn't make the feelings disappear. She didn't know what she was doing! She'd only ever been with Mick, and if she were with him they'd be through by now. She never had to seduce her ex. If he wanted sex, he rolled on top of her and they had sex. After many conversations with Rochelle, Lisa learned that sex was more than having someone roll on top of a person and pump. A lot more.
Jonathan stroked her arms, goose bumps rose on her skin in his wake. He tugged her hands from behind her and brought her fingers to his mouth, pressing soft kisses to the tips. "No, you did it right. Very, very right."
Relieved, Lisa allowed him to pull her toward the bed in the corner of the room. Once there, she didn't protest when he sat and pulled her between his knees. Seconds passed as they stared at one another and Lisa didn't know what to do. It was usually over by now and they'd both be asleep. Okay, he'd be asleep and she'd be washing up, but the main event would be long past at this point. What was taking him so long?
"Lisa, you sure about this?"
Why? Why did she have to get the one guy in the world who seemed to have a conscience? "I'm very, very sure." There. That was good, right?
"You seem nervous, Lisa, I don't…" Lisa pressed her fingers to his lips, stilling any further assurances from him.
"I'm nervous because…" she swallowed hard. He might tell her to get out after he heard of her experience. "I've only ever been with one other guy and, well, he cheated. I'm not sure how good I'll be. If you want me to go…"
It was Jonathan's turn to shut her up. "Hell no! You're perfect. Every inch of you is perfect and I can't wait to slide between your thighs. I just don't want you to regret being with me."
She raised an eyebrow at him, snickering. "Don't worry. I'll respect you in the morning."
"Yeah?"
Leaning forward, she brushed her lips across his, the now familiar shivers slid down her spine. "Yeah."
Words weren't necessary any longer. Jonathan took control. He stood and turned her around, easing her to the bed.
Once she was lying on the queen-size mattress, he began undressing her. Jonathan took little time divesting her of her top. A quick tug on the tie around her neck and back and the chiffon confection was gone. Lisa helped him with her skirt, sliding the zipper down, and he tugged the mostly spandex piece of cloth from her hips and down her legs.
Now, in nothing but her pink silk panties, she waited. The whole experience was so far out of her realm, she wasn't sure what to do next.
"Now that is a beautiful sight." Embarrassed, she covered her breasts. Well, as much of her breasts as she could cover. He wasn't having it. "No, baby. I want to see you."
When he tugged on her wrists, she released her hold, feeling the now familiar heat of her blush traveling up her chest. Nibbling her lip, she turned her head and stared at the white wall.
Jonathan's finger stroking her chin had her turning to face him. "No need to be embarrassed, Lisa. You are so…" his fingers slid over her left breast, circling her nipple, "so beautiful."
Hearing it from Jonathan, she almost believed him. She almost believed that her curves weren't her worst asset, but her best.
Relaxing, she arched into his palm when he squeezed her breast, aching for more. He kneaded them, alternating between the left and right, stopping to pinch and pull at her nipples. Lisa couldn't get enough. Arousal burned hot through her system, pushing her to do things she'd never imagined. Like beg. "Please."
Jonathan leaned down, capturing her breast with his mouth and sucking long and hard.
He released her nipple with a pop. "Please what, baby?"
He skimmed her abdomen, palms stroking and touching her everywhere at once. She started when he slipped his fingers beneath the elastic of her panties and held her breath, waiting for him to move.
Instead of pulling them off, he tormented her. Jonathan traced the lines of her panties, from hip to inner-thigh and back again. His teasing caresses only proved to heighten her arousal further. Her pussy clenched and more of her juices dripped from her, coating her labia. She knew she had probably soaked through the silk confection covering her mons, but she didn't care. Every thought flitting through her mind centered on Jonathan and his teasing fingers.
Finally, he hooked his fingers around the elastic and tugged her silk panties over her hips, down her thighs and along her calves before removing them entirely. After having brought her legs together so he could remove her panties, Lisa was hesitant to reveal herself to him fully.
He gripped her ankles, hands skimming her freshly waxed legs as he rose higher. Lisa's heart slammed in her chest, harder and faster with each rising inch. When he came to her upper thighs, she pressed them together, unwilling to reveal everything.
"Lisa?"
She nibbled her lower lip. Mick hadn't… No one had… "Um…" She made a strangled sound, somewhere between a whine and a growl. "No one's ever…"
Jonathan gifted her with a crooked smirk. Something masculine and primal lurking in his eyes as he pried her legs open. "You'll love it, baby. Open for me, now."
His demand had come too late. Like the wanton slut he'd turned her into, she relaxed into his grasp, thighs spreading, giving him access to everything.
Lisa hoped he liked what he saw. She'd spent a pretty penny getting waxed and plucked at the salon in preparation for her one-night stand. Her labia were bare while her mound still had a smidge of hair up top. She'd walked in with a bush and walked out decidedly lighter. She wanted to be smooth, but hadn't wanted to look like a prepubescent child.
The woman at the salon had worked magic. It sounded as if Jonathan agreed.
"Damn, baby. You're gorgeous."
She laughed, she couldn't help it. The man had said her pussy was gorgeous. Wrinkly, maybe. Gorgeous? Not hardly.
"Are you disagreeing with me?" He quirked his brow at her and her laughter doubled. In response, he pounced.
Jonathan buried his face in between her legs, tongue aiming straight for her clit as he devoured her. He lapped at her nether lips, first licking a path up one side and down the other before focusing on her clit once again. Almost as if her were cleaning Lisa of her juices and at the same time, causing more to leak from her pussy. Arousal spiked through her blood, heart pumping and breath billowing out of her lungs as she tried to follow
Jonathan's path in her mind.
She rocked her hips in time with his licks, aching for more contact. Each time he strayed from her clit, she whimpered. Each time he ventured back, she groaned. It wasn't long before she realized he was doing it all on purpose. He teased her, but hadn't yet brought her close to the brink. Each moment, her orgasm was delayed, her arousal seemed to gain strength.
Tangling her fingers in his hair, she tugged until his eyes met hers. "Make me come, Jonathan. Please?"
She did it, she begged. At this point, all she wanted to do was come. Now. Then again, later. But now would be good. The man had the audacity to smile at her again before sticking his tongue out, the nubile muscle formed a pointed tip and he kept his gaze locked on hers as he flicked her clit.
Lisa's eyes drifted close as his attentions focused on the tiny nubbin. So close, yet so far.
Then, oh God, then his fingers joined his tongue. He slipped first one and then two into her pussy, their path eased by her abundant cream. Her muscles clenched and tightened around the invasion and she moaned in response.
Jonathan began tapping her clit with his tongue in time with the thrust of his fingers. Her orgasm began spiraling out of control, and before she could grasp it and hold the rush of pleasure back, he did something unexpected. He touched her in a place she thought had only existed in dreams and Cosmo magazines.
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Excerpt #2
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Lisa wanted to dance, scream, and shout when she heard Jonathan's answer. She really wanted to do the running man and cabbage patch, but was pretty sure it would ruin the moment. Especially considering Jonathan was looking all serious and staring at her lips.
He closed the gap between them, his lips hovered millimeters from hers and she held her breath, waiting for his touch. That first brush of his skin against her sensitive lips sent tiny shivers through her body, settling in her core. Her body tensed and strained towards his, craving more. And that was only a teasing taste, a glimpse at what he could draw from her. He pressed a soft open-mouthed kiss to her mouth, flicking the seam of her lips with his tongue.
The next time he pressed against her mouth, she returned the favor. Her tongue snuck out and slid against his and she got her first taste of him. She went back for more. Their tongues danced as she searched out more of his taste, relishing the warm moist cavern of his mouth.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and arched her body into his, moaning when they aligned. His erection pressed like a hot steel rod into her abdomen. She rocked her hips against his pulling a groan from his body in return. Their lips and tongues continued their fight for dominance until he wrenched away from her, resting his head against the door.
Lisa slid down his chest until her feet rested firmly against the floor and she sagged against him, ear pressed to his chest. She could hear the rapid thump of his heart and the deep breaths puffing in and out of his longs. Her hand slid down his neck, past his shoulder to rest on his chest. Her fingers stroked the muscle of his pectoral through his thin cotton dress shirt until a tiny nipple pressed against her palm. Using her fingernail, she scraped it with one slow swipe.
"Oh, baby." Jonathan moaned, placing his hand over hers, stilling her movement.
She snatched her hands away, clasping them behind her. "Did I do it wrong?"
Lisa hated the hesitation and uncertainty in her voice, but she couldn't make the feelings disappear. She didn't know what she was doing! She'd only ever been with Mick, and if she were with him they'd be through by now. She never had to seduce her ex. If he wanted sex, he rolled on top of her and they had sex. After many conversations with Rochelle, Lisa learned that sex was more than having someone roll on top of a person and pump. A lot more.
Jonathan stroked her arms, goose bumps rose on her skin in his wake. He tugged her hands from behind her and brought her fingers to his mouth, pressing soft kisses to the tips. "No, you did it right. Very, very right."
Relieved, Lisa allowed him to pull her toward the bed in the corner of the room. Once there, she didn't protest when he sat and pulled her between his knees. Seconds passed as they stared at one another and Lisa didn't know what to do. It was usually over by now and they'd both be asleep. Okay, he'd be asleep and she'd be washing up, but the main event would be long past at this point. What was taking him so long?
"Lisa, you sure about this?"
Why? Why did she have to get the one guy in the world who seemed to have a conscience? "I'm very, very sure." There. That was good, right?
"You seem nervous, Lisa, I don't…" Lisa pressed her fingers to his lips, stilling any further assurances from him.
"I'm nervous because…" she swallowed hard. He might tell her to get out after he heard of her experience. "I've only ever been with one other guy and, well, he cheated. I'm not sure how good I'll be. If you want me to go…"
It was Jonathan's turn to shut her up. "Hell no! You're perfect. Every inch of you is perfect and I can't wait to slide between your thighs. I just don't want you to regret being with me."
She raised an eyebrow at him, snickering. "Don't worry. I'll respect you in the morning."
"Yeah?"
Leaning forward, she brushed her lips across his, the now familiar shivers slid down her spine. "Yeah."
Words weren't necessary any longer. Jonathan took control. He stood and turned her around, easing her to the bed.
Once she was lying on the queen-size mattress, he began undressing her. Jonathan took little time divesting her of her top. A quick tug on the tie around her neck and back and the chiffon confection was gone. Lisa helped him with her skirt, sliding the zipper down, and he tugged the mostly spandex piece of cloth from her hips and down her legs.
Now, in nothing but her pink silk panties, she waited. The whole experience was so far out of her realm, she wasn't sure what to do next.
"Now that is a beautiful sight." Embarrassed, she covered her breasts. Well, as much of her breasts as she could cover. He wasn't having it. "No, baby. I want to see you."
When he tugged on her wrists, she released her hold, feeling the now familiar heat of her blush traveling up her chest. Nibbling her lip, she turned her head and stared at the white wall.
Jonathan's finger stroking her chin had her turning to face him. "No need to be embarrassed, Lisa. You are so…" his fingers slid over her left breast, circling her nipple, "so beautiful."
Hearing it from Jonathan, she almost believed him. She almost believed that her curves weren't her worst asset, but her best.
Relaxing, she arched into his palm when he squeezed her breast, aching for more. He kneaded them, alternating between the left and right, stopping to pinch and pull at her nipples. Lisa couldn't get enough. Arousal burned hot through her system, pushing her to do things she'd never imagined. Like beg. "Please."
Jonathan leaned down, capturing her breast with his mouth and sucking long and hard.
He released her nipple with a pop. "Please what, baby?"
He skimmed her abdomen, palms stroking and touching her everywhere at once. She started when he slipped his fingers beneath the elastic of her panties and held her breath, waiting for him to move.
Instead of pulling them off, he tormented her. Jonathan traced the lines of her panties, from hip to inner-thigh and back again. His teasing caresses only proved to heighten her arousal further. Her pussy clenched and more of her juices dripped from her, coating her labia. She knew she had probably soaked through the silk confection covering her mons, but she didn't care. Every thought flitting through her mind centered on Jonathan and his teasing fingers.
Finally, he hooked his fingers around the elastic and tugged her silk panties over her hips, down her thighs and along her calves before removing them entirely. After having brought her legs together so he could remove her panties, Lisa was hesitant to reveal herself to him fully.
He gripped her ankles, hands skimming her freshly waxed legs as he rose higher. Lisa's heart slammed in her chest, harder and faster with each rising inch. When he came to her upper thighs, she pressed them together, unwilling to reveal everything.
"Lisa?"
She nibbled her lower lip. Mick hadn't… No one had… "Um…" She made a strangled sound, somewhere between a whine and a growl. "No one's ever…"
Jonathan gifted her with a crooked smirk. Something masculine and primal lurking in his eyes as he pried her legs open. "You'll love it, baby. Open for me, now."
His demand had come too late. Like the wanton slut he'd turned her into, she relaxed into his grasp, thighs spreading, giving him access to everything.
Lisa hoped he liked what he saw. She'd spent a pretty penny getting waxed and plucked at the salon in preparation for her one-night stand. Her labia were bare while her mound still had a smidge of hair up top. She'd walked in with a bush and walked out decidedly lighter. She wanted to be smooth, but hadn't wanted to look like a prepubescent child.
The woman at the salon had worked magic. It sounded as if Jonathan agreed.
"Damn, baby. You're gorgeous."
She laughed, she couldn't help it. The man had said her pussy was gorgeous. Wrinkly, maybe. Gorgeous? Not hardly.
"Are you disagreeing with me?" He quirked his brow at her and her laughter doubled. In response, he pounced.
Jonathan buried his face in between her legs, tongue aiming straight for her clit as he devoured her. He lapped at her nether lips, first licking a path up one side and down the other before focusing on her clit once again. Almost as if her were cleaning Lisa of her juices and at the same time, causing more to leak from her pussy. Arousal spiked through her blood, heart pumping and breath billowing out of her lungs as she tried to follow
Jonathan's path in her mind.
She rocked her hips in time with his licks, aching for more contact. Each time he strayed from her clit, she whimpered. Each time he ventured back, she groaned. It wasn't long before she realized he was doing it all on purpose. He teased her, but hadn't yet brought her close to the brink. Each moment, her orgasm was delayed, her arousal seemed to gain strength.
Tangling her fingers in his hair, she tugged until his eyes met hers. "Make me come, Jonathan. Please?"
She did it, she begged. At this point, all she wanted to do was come. Now. Then again, later. But now would be good. The man had the audacity to smile at her again before sticking his tongue out, the nubile muscle formed a pointed tip and he kept his gaze locked on hers as he flicked her clit.
Lisa's eyes drifted close as his attentions focused on the tiny nubbin. So close, yet so far.
Then, oh God, then his fingers joined his tongue. He slipped first one and then two into her pussy, their path eased by her abundant cream. Her muscles clenched and tightened around the invasion and she moaned in response.
Jonathan began tapping her clit with his tongue in time with the thrust of his fingers. Her orgasm began spiraling out of control, and before she could grasp it and hold the rush of pleasure back, he did something unexpected. He touched her in a place she thought had only existed in dreams and Cosmo magazines.
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Monday, April 7, 2008
Winners of My "What's Your Kink?" Blog Contest
Well, after a harrowing weekend, I've managed to draw the two winners in my "What's your kink" blog contest.
From here on MySpace, everyone congratulate Dena Celeste! http://myspace.com/pagansubbiechick
From Blogger: Miss Priss!
Congratulations, Ladies! Enjoy your free books!
Lena
From here on MySpace, everyone congratulate Dena Celeste! http://myspace.com/pagansubbiechick
From Blogger: Miss Priss!
Congratulations, Ladies! Enjoy your free books!
Lena
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
ADULTS ONLY: What's Your Kink?
***ADULT CONTENT***
What’s your favorite kink to read about? I’ve a loooong list of kinks, but readers have their own preferences. What are yours? Here’s some to get you thinking:
Bondage, Exhibitionism, Food Play (as in eating off someone’s body or using food in sex), Mild genital torture, Capture fantasies, Chemical play (use of peppermint oil, tiger balm, or other non-edible substances to stimulate flesh), toys (please name your faves), collars, cuffs, multiple partners, lingerie and other clothing like corsets, spanking, hot wax, ice cubes, nipple clamps and other devices, slave bells/chains, spreaders, and swings/furnishings.
What’s your favorite kink to read about? I’ve a loooong list of kinks, but readers have their own preferences. What are yours? Here’s some to get you thinking:
Bondage, Exhibitionism, Food Play (as in eating off someone’s body or using food in sex), Mild genital torture, Capture fantasies, Chemical play (use of peppermint oil, tiger balm, or other non-edible substances to stimulate flesh), toys (please name your faves), collars, cuffs, multiple partners, lingerie and other clothing like corsets, spanking, hot wax, ice cubes, nipple clamps and other devices, slave bells/chains, spreaders, and swings/furnishings.
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