Sasha White's Blog, page 25
July 23, 2011
SS: Uniforms
A uniform can be anything. Sure cops, firemen, paramedica all look ho tin their uniforms. Army camo is also sexy, I have no idea why…I think because it makes me think of rough, tough and ready for anything. Anyway, back on target here. Another thing that I always find super sexy, is a man in all black. Black suit, black shirt, black tie…or even acolored tie, yeah, to me thats hot. Even hotteer, black utility pants, black t-shirt, big boots..and maybe a few weapons all carried off with a subtle air of confidence so that you know this guys knows how to use all of his weapons.
A man like Joe.
This snippet is a bit long, but I just couldn't figure out where to cut off the scene. LOL I hope you enjoy it.
When Joe came up to the office that afternoon to help me take the cash down to the vault, there was instant sexual tension between us. Not just the regular hum of awareness that had become normal whenever we were in the same vicinity, but an intense vibration that arched through the air almost visibly.
He looked so fine in his crisp navy uniform. The shirt hugged his broad shoulders and tightened just a tad over his chest. The pants looked tailored to fit his tight butt and fall smoothly over his thighs. The equipment belt on his hips framed the equipment package under his zipper nicely, making my mouth water.
Neither of us spoke. We went about our normal routine of loading the cash cart and waving to the cashiers. His chest brushed against my bare arm when he reached past me to hit the elevator call button, making me shiver.
When the elevator doors shut behind us and we were alone, Joe turned his head and we just looked at each other. There was an almost magical communication going on as we flirted with each other silently. Anticipation built and arousal unfurled in my belly. A need started to build inside me. The need to get closer to him, to touch him, to taste him. To be claimed by him. To let him know I was still his.
The lift pinged and the doors slid open. Joe stepped outside and I followed him down the hall, the friction of my thighs rubbing together as I walked putting me on edge. We remained silent while we waited for the timer on the vault, while we put the money away, and when we exited the bank. We walked side by side down the hallway again, until Joe stopped at the surveillance room. Our eyes met and said good-bye as I continued on to the elevator.
I stepped back into the cash office upstairs and considered a trip to the ladies room for a quick wank.
Just when I'd decided that wasn't what I was craving, the phone on my desk rang. A shiver danced down my spine and I knew it was Joe.
"I need you to come to the surveillance room, Ms.Long," he said when I picked up.
My pulse raced and my sex clenched. The last time I went to the surveillance room, Joe bent me over the counter and fucked me hard. I looked up at the security camera in the corner, and spoke into the pone, "I'll be right there."
Sara was due in any minute because the Friday night shift started early, and the cashiers had enough coin when I checked with them. I locked up the cash office and told them I'd be back in fifteen.
It might be a bit longer than fifteen minutes, but they didn't need to know that right then.
The elevator ride back down made me antsy. I shifted my weight side to side, the motion making the seam of my slacks dig into my slit just a bit. I strode down the hall with poise and a deliberate swing to my hips.
When I entered the surveillance room, Charles Fiddler, the casino's General Manager, was in there with Joe. My flirty greeting froze in my throat and my spine snapped straight. "Good afternoon, Mr. Fiddler."
Charles Fiddler was not what one expected when thinking of a general manager. His ink black hair hung in a ponytail down his back, and his mahogany skin was lined from the sun and full of character. He looked like he should be sitting cross-legged in front of an animal skin tepee, smoking a pipe and dispensing wisdom.
"Katie," he said warmly, reaching for my hand, pulling me into the center of the room. "It's so good to see you. How are you?"
"I'm doing well, thank you. And yourself?" I glanced over his shoulder at Joe and he gave me a small
nod.
"Life always has its ups and downs, but basically it's good." He released my hand after another small squeeze, and stepped away. "I'm heading out now. Joe, I'll leave everything to you. Have a nice weekend, Katie."
Relief flowed though me when he left the room. For a minute there I thought I'd been called down for a reprimand or something. Not that I'd done anything wrong, but you never know.
Joe and I were left alone and my body temperature started to rise again.
"You teased me," he said, and began a slow walk around me. He used that tone of voice. The one that told me it was time to play. Time for the freedom of letting go.
"Yes, I did." I clasped my hands together in front of me.
"Why?"
A light touch drifted across my buttocks. "It felt good," I answered.
"And you'll do anything that feels good, won't you, Katie?"
He came to a standstill directly in front of me. I gazed up at him and felt my heart crack at the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. I'd caught glimpses of it before, and wondered what had happened to put it there. One day, I told myself, I will find out.
him.
"Only with you." I spoke softly and reached for
He grabbed my hands before I could touch him. With a dip of his head his lips were on my neck. He kissed the sensitive spot behind my ear, and my insides started to tremble.
"Get on your knees," he whispered, his lips brushing my earlobe.
I remembered the first time I got on my knees for him, and he'd left me aching and frustrated for days afterwards. But my legs bent, lowering me to the floor. When I was on my knees he released my hands and stoked my hair. One hand cupped my chin and lifted, tilting my head back. "Only with me, right?"
I nodded. "Only for me, right?" I nodded again. "Show me," He said. "Undo my zipper and show me
how much you love to please me." The rasp of metal teeth separating echoed through
the room, heard clearly over the distant hum of the surveillance monitors five feet away. I reached into the fold of his pants and pulled out his semi-hard cock. Even only half hard he was beautiful.
I could see the shadow of his nest of curls through the flap of his pants when I reached a hand in and cupped his balls. My other hand circled the base of his shaft while I leaned in and breathed. It twitched in my hand at the feel of my breath, and I inhaled the scent of him.
Parting my lips, I slipped him into my mouth and suckled. It was the first time I ever had a semi hard cock in my mouth, and the feel of it growing as I sucked made my insides hot and my core ache. One hand fondled his balls in their satiny sac while the other squeezed the root of his cock. I slid my mouth along his thickening erection until only the head was inside my mouth.
I sucked at the end and felt the blood rush into his cock. It heated and throbbed in my hand and I pulled my mouth off him. Tipping my head back I looked up to see Joe watching me closely. His large hand curved around the back of my head, his fingers massaging my scalp as he gave me a sweet smile. I watched his face while my tongue darted out and licked him like a lollipop.
"You're such a tease," he shook his head.
I grinned and closed my eyes, lowering my head and concentrating on what I was doing. What I was feeling.
Joe tasted unbelievably good. I pulled my hand away from his balls and braced it on a hard thigh while I leaned into him. I bobbed my head up and down, keeping the suction steady, swirling my tongue around the now rigid cock in my mouth. Saliva coated him, and things started to get sloppy. Joe groaned, "Oh yeah, Angel. That's it."
His praise heated me up and I shifted my knees closer together. With a slight bend forward, my pants rubbed against my swollen clit, and my inner muscles clenched. My mouth was full and I sighed. It was a sigh of pleasure at more that just the physical gratification. But the mental as well.
This freedom, this knowledge that I could completely be myself with this man and know that he didn't judge me for it. That he encouraged my inner slut to come out.
The fingers tangled in my hair tightened and I tasted the precious fluid of pre-come. Loving that Joe was letting me control the pace, I eased down the length again. When I reached the flared head, I pressed my tongue on the underside of the ridge and bobbed my head up and down fast. Sucking, just the head, hard and fast. His other hand joined the first on my head. I could feel his tension, the way he wanted to grip my head and thrust in deep, but he teased us both by holding back, letting me keep control.
Another groan echoed through the room and I pulled my lips off him completely. I ran my tongue up and down the shaft, pressing along the throbbing veins and teasing him.
"Katie," he growled.
My satisfied smile was hidden by the act of quickly engulfing his cock in my mouth again. I couldn't fit him in completely, but with my hand matching the rhythm of my mouth he was getting lots of attention. I picked up the pace and added a little twist to the hand movement so it swiveled up his cock and was rewarded when he reached down and cupped my aching breasts through my thin shirt.
He fondled them for a brief minute then slid his hand in under the scoop neck of my top. He pushed aside the cups of my lace bra and his fingers clamped around my stiff nipples.
I hummed my gratification as he pinched and rolled the sensitive tips, bolts of pleasure going from there directly to my sex.
"You like that, don't you, Angel?" Joe crooned. "I know all your little hot spots. I bet you can come from this can't you?"
Saliva and a steady flow of pre-come lubricated his cock and the sloppy sound of sucking blended with my hum of agreement. My hips twitched and my clit got friction, bringing another moan forth.
"Faster, baby. Just a bit more."
Joe's thigh was rock hard under my hand, and I could feel a slight tremor run though him. I increased my speed again, sucking harder, running my tongue up the underside and keeping a tight grip with my hand. I used every trick I'd ever read about and boundless enthusiasm.
His hips thrust forward, his fingers tightened on my nipples, and a long low groan filled the room. His cock throbbed hotly in my hand as liquid warmth spurted down my throat. I pulled back a little and sucked just the tip, swallowing everything he had to give.
When Joe's hands pulled upwards, taking my nipples with them, I stumbled to my feet with a gasp. He wrapped me in his arms and hugged me tight as more small tremors shook him.
After a minute he planted a soft kiss on my lips and spoke softly. "You made my knees week, Angel. Thank you."
A pleasant glow warmed my cheeks, but I couldn't help but shift uncomfortably.
"You didn't come did you?" he asked.
I shook my head. "It's ok though. I like to please you."
"No, it isn't ok." He took me by the arm and led me to the counter by the security monitors. With a quick spin he had me so that I was facing the camera. My back to his chest. "You watch the monitors now, while I make my good girl come."
He kissed my cheek, and then the hollow of my neck. He made quick work of the button on my slacks as he nibbled on my ear. He slipped one hand into my pants, and the other played with my exposed breasts.
A whimper jumped from my throat as his talented finger zeroed in on the hard knot of nerves between my thighs. When my hips started to rotate, jerking against his touch, he dipped in further. With a sure thrust, two fingers slid into my slick entrance. He pumped his finger in and out, the palm of his hand rocking on my clit as I whimpered. His hot breath panted in my ear and his teeth nibbled on the susceptible nub of flesh there.
"Come on, Angel," he purred into my ear. "I can feel your muscles tightening. Your hungry pussy wants more doesn't it?"
"Yes," I gasped. "Oh yes, more, Joe. Please. More."
I reached behind me and grabbed his hips, pulling him tight against me as my knees bent, my stance widened and I humped his hand.
"Good Girl. Fuck my hand. Make yourself come." His words freed something inside me. When he tightened his grip on a nipple, a sharp bolt of pleasure – pain shot to my sex, and my eyes slid closed, bliss resonating throughout my body.
"You sure you have plans tonight?" Joe asked, his voice husky as he held me close for a few more seconds.
"Yes, I'm sure." I pulled away slowly, and straightened my clothes. "Trust me, they're important plans or I'd cancel them for a night with you."
I went up on my tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss. "Tomorrow?"
"We'll see," he said with a tight smile. "You better get back to work now."
The walk back to the cash office was a fast one. I got there just in time to start balancing the vault before Sara started her shift.
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July 22, 2011
Interview Questions
Okay folks, I'm going to be interviewing the talented Eve Berlin in August, and I need help putting my inerview together.
What sort of questions do you want answered…and don't be shy, because you know I won't be. 
July 21, 2011
July 20, 2011
Humpday
It's 9:56 on Wednesday morning and I've already done more this morning that I have all week. That says something good for today, but not so good for what I've been up to for the last 2 days, hmm?
Lately I've seen a lot of writer friends talk about how their struggling with their productivity and time management. It's something I've been struggling with myself, so it's hit home. I think back to how productive I used to be, and I miss it. The strange thing is I was super productive with writing, not so good at everything else, or I was going gang-busters on everything else, and not writing. It's all about balance, something I've been trying to sort out for years.
For years….it's scary to realize that I've been dealing with this issue for years. Especially when I know in my heart that all I really need to do is focus. And the key isn;t focus on everything, but to focus on one thing at a time.
I've been thinking about this, and come to realize that before I started writing I never used to think ahead. I was very much 'live in the moment' and it worked for me. Only when it comes to a writing career, I learned pretty quick that it didn't work so well. I mean, I stayed that way when I first started, and wrote and sold, and wrote and sold, not really thinking about the future, just thinking that if I kept working hard the career I wanted would happen. But things don't just happen in the writing industry, not for the majority of us, so I started thinking ahead, planning and strategizing….and *I* got lost.
I say I got lost because planning and strategizing isn't natural to me. Not in a consistent/constant way. I can plan a party with the best of them, but career planning…so not my thing. So, it's time to go with my strengths and do what comes natural. I'm not planning anymore. At least not in a big way. I'm focussing on maybe planning a week ahead, but thats about it. And I'm focusing on one thing at a time. Focus on what I'm doing when I'm doing it.
I can sit down and play on line for a time, then it's play time. I sit down and write, and it's writing time. No more playing during writing time. No more stressing about diet when I should be writing. No more ..okay, so I can think about writing when exercising…but you get what I'm saying right?
Today, I have a couple of previously pubbed stories that need to be re-edited and tweaked, I've been telling myself I'd do this for about year now, I have the cover even, but I've let myself be distracted form it by doing other things…no more. This gets done today…and when it's done, I get to watch a movie I rented from iTunes. City Of Ember. Anyone seen it before?
July 18, 2011
WOTWS: Portia DaCosta
Whoo Hoo , one of my fave erotic authors has combined some of her short stories into one bundle. I love unique, sexy stories, and there is no doubt that Portia DaCosta does it just right!
Check out her new release form Walk On The Wild Side books.
Yay, my first ever self published anthology!
Blurb:
Portia Da Costa presents five short, sexy works that have also been published as standalones, all bundled together in a naughty medley offering over 40,500 steamy words at a super value price, half the cost of buying all the individual items separately!
This frisky erotic potpourri includes tales of BDSM, exhibitionism, m/m, m/f/m, an office lust/hate relationship… and zombies! Obviously not all those elements are in one story… but who knows, one day that might be one helluva project to tackle! ;)
Here's the lineup:
The Efficiency Expert – erotic short story
Still stinging from a stringent management review at her workplace, office girl Susie encounters the very last man she wants to meet when she hits her favorite bar to relax and unwind. Gorgeous Noah Stevens is the ruthless company troubleshooter who's been making her life hell for the past three weeks, but after hours, he soon proves that his dedication to "efficiency" can work wonders in the bedroom.
Glint – short story of exhibitionism and voyeurism
While enjoying a lazy day at the beach, sexy holidaymakers Suzy and Gavin see a sudden glint of light flash from the headland overlooking their patch of sand, and realize that somebody's watching them through a pair of binoculars! Far from being alarmed, hedonistic Suzy finds the forbidden scrutiny deliciously exciting, and turned on by her own latent exhibitionism, she and Gavin decide to put on a titillating performance… and really give the distant voyeur something to watch!
Wesley and the Sex Zombies – erotic horror short story
Computer wizard Wesley Greensward is having a terrible day. His girlfriend is cheating, his best friend has let him down and he hates his job. Then, in a grungy motorway service café, a vision of unearthly loveliness walks into his life. It's the most beautiful woman he's ever seen… and the most beautiful man.
But while Wesley weaves an erotic fantasy about these two mysterious and delectable strangers, Luciferia and Maximillian are plotting and planning too… and their arcane scheme might mean the end of Wesley's life!
Forbidden Treasures – BDSM novelette
When Alice Porter finds a chest full of vintage curiosa at an antique market, she little realizes how her discovery of the forgotten treasures of an Edwardian disciplinarian will change her life. The sexy hoard includes a punishment ledger and a well used rattan cane, and the bygone items intrigue her husband Julian too. Sharing and experimenting with the writings and the wicked implement, the lovers begin a voyage of forbidden sensuality that shocks and thrills them both, revealing dark secrets from Julian's past and bringing the two of them closer together than they've ever been before.
Power of Three – romantic/erotic menage novella
Sun-drenched days and lush steamy nights stir strange desires in singleton Laurie Jones. She's been betrayed by her philandering fiancé, but that doesn't mean her libido is dead, no way. In fact the rampant hedonism of the lovers' resort where she's spending her solo honeymoon only makes her feel hornier than ever; especially when she watches her raunchy neighbors cavorting in a blatant threesome.
But relief is at hand for Laurie in the form of Ed and Denny, two gorgeous hunks sharing another nearby cabana. Golden boy Denny, and dark, enigmatic Ed are red hot for each other, but they also adore women too, and the sexy, generous pair quickly draw Laurie into a sizzling erotic ménage that not only expands her sexual horizons in a way that blows her mind, but also heals the pain inflicted upon her by her lost fiancé.
Author's note:
These stories contain explicit scenes of erotic activity and experimentation, including sex with multiple partners, spanking, caning, exhibitionistic sex and voyeurism and male/male lovemaking.
July 12, 2011
WotWS: FORBIDDEN
Saskia Walker has another Walk on the WIld Side release. check it pout if you like short, hot, romps!
Emmanuelle Forsythe is the daughter of a lord, but she's embarking on a secret, forbidden affair with her father's estate manager, Jacob Finch. Jacob is as much a slave to their mutual desire as she is, even though he has been warned off.
On the night of her twenty-first birthday party, while the banker who her parents want her to marry is ensconced with her father, Emmanuelle defies her family's expectations by escaping to make love with Jacob in the gardens. Her behavior is decadent and passionate, a brief taste of something magical that she believes she can never truly own. But Jacob wants more than one night and asks her to keep seeing him, whatever the consequences.
13,000 words in length, contemporary erotic romance.
Please note: this short story contains frank language and graphic m/f sex scenes.
You can find an excerpt here. Available from Amazon, Amazon UK, ARe, Barnes & Noble, Diesel, Kobo and Smashwords
July 9, 2011
Todays snippets are about UNusual settings, so I chose th...
Todays snippets are about UNusual settings, so I chose this short excerpt from TRANSPLANT, one of my Mavericks Of Space stories. It was previously published , years ago, and I'm editing and revising a bit right now so I can self-pub them right away with a nice new fab cover. CHeck them out.
Ghost touched down on terra firma and the group of Transplants— seven other humans and four Durians—lined up to exit the spaceship and head for the palace. They'd been instructed in what would happen next. They were led off the ship and herded a short distance down the main road toward the palace, where they would be displayed for the queen's viewing before being taken to the Silver Wing of the palace. The men would be kept there until they could go on the market in hopes of finding a sponsor. If no Triton female chose to sponsor a male, he would become a Shen, a single man that would live within the palace as part of the queen's harem. Even though the Triton's didn't call it a "harem," that's what it was; the unsponsored males basically became the studs for the queen's social gatherings and guests.
It was so hot when they stepped off Ghost, Max wondered where the camels were kept. But as he looked around, he noticed no animals at all. As he walked with the group, Max observed the people making their way over the unpaved roads of Sather. About thirty-five percent were male— most of them human, but there were a couple of slim, dark skinned and very feminine looking men that he wasn't sure of — and all of them were shirtless, dressed only in drawstring pants similar to his own.
For the most part, the Tritons wore filmy robes and wraps in every color of the rainbow. But as he scanned his surroundings, his natural self-preservation instincts came to the fore.
There were women stationed on several rock ledges above the city, on rooftops along the main road, and strategically placed along the streets that were dressed like Tyla and her crew. Skimpy leather armor barely covering their firm, athletic bodies, while the straps that held on their armor acted as belts for various knife sheaths and holsters. Some had swords, others had laser guns, and a few had both.
All had blank expressions on their faces as they kept their hands on their knife hilts or gun handles as they eyed the newcomers. They were clearly warrior class, just like his woman.
The entourage started up the steps and entered the spacious hall of the palace. Cushioned benches with soft, fluffy pillows lined the walls. People in various states of undress and closeness lounged indolently on the benches. At one point, Max passed a couple with the female lying back and a guy kneeling before her, his head buried between her spread thighs as he worked on her energetically.
There was no conversation amongst the crew or the Transplants as they walked. The hallow sound of their footsteps cut through the murmurs of the spectators.
If Max's first sight of Sather had made him think, just for a second, that he'd gone back in time a millennium or two, what with the hard-packed sand, the unpaved streets, the unbelievable heat, then the sight of the Grand Room in the palace cinched the feeling. He felt as if he'd just stepped into the pages of a history book.
The Grand Room in the palace was exactly that…grand. Circular and large enough to rival a three-story parking garage on Earth, it had a high-domed ceiling with several round air holes spaced across it. Hyper aware of the increase in the heat and humidity since entering the palace, Max found it ironic that the Tritons had advance technology on their ships, yet no air conditioning in their dwellings.
At Tyla's signal, the group stopped in the center of the room. The low murmur turned to complete silence.
What the hell?
His gaze landed on the woman on the raised dais in front of them. There was no denying the woman was Tyla's mother. They could've been sisters, twins, except the queen lacked that almost magical spark that moved Tyla beyond pretty, to beautiful. In fact, she looked more like an Ice Queen than an alien queen.
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July 7, 2011
Something to think about.
"Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our greatest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us."–Nelson Mandela in his 1994 Inaugural Address
July 4, 2011
July Goals
Okay, weekly goals are too much for me. Not to do, but to keep track of because man, where did last week go?
I'm now on a MONTHLY track:
Goals for July:
Lose 10 pounds
Write short story
Full proposal.
I'm on track, so far. Had a good breakfast (Love those smoothies) & 30 min walk to start the day off. YAY!
Now I'm sitting down with a healthy snack. (apple and slice of cheddar cheese) to write.
I think my biggest challenges in the health department are going to be only allowing myself one sweetened drink a day. (It can be a glass of pop or a coffee with vanilla creamer) and finding healthy snacks.
I do okay with meals, but snacks are harder for me. I get bored of apples and fruit and veggies. So if anyone out there has suggestions for healthy snacks, lay'em on me!
Current list of enjoyed snacks goes like this…..
Apples are probably my favorite. They're good with cheese and peanut butter, and even by themself. I love Graham Crackers and Peanut butter, but I need to limit them as they're not that great -depending on what else I eat during the day. Peanut butter and celery has been mentioned but I've never been able to get into that. Bananas and vanilla yogurt (or chocolate pudding) are good too. Also, microwave popcorn LOVE IT. Good with butter and salt, or hot sauce.for health reasons I try to use hot sauce and keep the butter and salt as a treat for movies and such.
I also really love pistachios and chocolate covered pretzels, but I'm not allowing myself to have them because once I start on those I have a hard time stopping.
So…any suggestions? What's your favorite snack, healthy or unhealthy/
