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June 3, 2015
Everything Comes Down to This
Apologies for the vagueblogging, but this is a tough couple of weeks and writing is not on my mind.
I don't know how this is going to end
and I don't know how this is going to change
I don't know how this is going to feel
But everything comes down to this
I don't know how this is going to end
and I don't know how this is going to change
I don't know how this is going to feel
But everything comes down to this
June 1, 2015
Blue Monday - Jennifer Denys guests
Every Monday I post a naughty excerpt for your entertainment!
This week's excerpt is from BDSM Weekend, by Jennifer Denys.
A weekend of BDSM activities for beginners. That was what James Shaw had booked at Lindsey Park Manor. He was now anxious about telling his wife, Caroline. In the past, they had tried out various implements at home, and were keen to take it further—even considering joining a ‘swingers’ site—but it was quite daunting doing anything with others! And then a shock awaits them on arrival in the form of James’ best friend.
As they progress through the various events—cropping in the stables, fellatio in the ballroom, and an unusual fox hunt—they have to deal with animosity, jealousy and the dropping of inhibitions, as all of them grow in their knowledge of a lifestyle which is exciting, yet challenging.
Just as the dynamics of their threesome change considerably, a further surprise awaits them at the end of the weekend.
Master George patted the left half of the billiard table. “I suggest you lay on this side with your butt up against the wooden edge, with legs over the side. That way Caroline can easily sit on top and bend forward, taking Mark in her mouth from that position, while I have access to her bottom without leaning across you.”
He hopped up onto the table, wondering how many other couples had done the same. In fact, he realised he didn’t know how long the Manor had been doing these BDSM events. His thoughts were swiftly brought back to the present when Caroline eagerly climbed on top of him. It was a good thing he was already aroused. Not that he had been anything but turned on all weekend.
Her face was vivid with excitement as she wiggled herself so that he was in her entrance. Neither of them were expecting her to plummet down suddenly.
“Ow!”
Mistress Beatrice came over to comfort Caroline. “You were probably very wet after the fun earlier and that eased the way. Don’t move for a second or two.”
That was easier said than done as James’ cock had a mind of its own and started thrusting up. He took a deep shuddering breath.
“I’m fine,” said Caroline, smiling down at him.
“Excellent. Now, before Mark jumps up, James would you like Mark to wear a condom?”
Caroline shook her head at him. James knew she never liked the taste or texture of condoms, even the flavoured ones. “No, that’s fine. Thank you,” he answered.
“Then, Mark, climb up and kneel by James’ head, if you will.”
James found it quite disconcerting to have Mark’s cock looming over him.
Mistress Beatrice patted his arm. “I can tell you are uncomfortable, James. You are the most dominant of the three of you, so take charge. It is up to you to position the others.”
Clearing his throat, James did as suggested. “Caroline, lean forward so you are on hands and knees over me.” He waited a moment while she complied, holding her hips tightly to keep her from pulling away from him.
“This is fun.” She grinned down at him.
“It certainly is. Your boobs are in an excellent position for me to play with.” James showed her by twirling her nipple between a finger and thumb.
“Oooo!”
He chuckled, and then glanced up to Mark who was patiently waiting. “Okay, Mark, ease forward. Caro, open your mouth. I want to see Mark slowly push inside those luscious lips of yours.”
It was actually very erotic watching this happening over his head and he made a note to do it this way again—if they were to continue having sex together.
“Good,” declared the Mistress. “Now feel free to direct George and myself.”
“Ah!” Turning his head away from the action over him, James could see George had a flogger of sorts in his hand.
“This is a short cat-o’-nine-tails,” explained the Master, winding his fingers through the many tails.
James could see it had knots in it, and he frowned at the host. “Won’t that be rather painful?”
“Waste of time doing it otherwise. I assure you Caroline will be so busy with what you and Mark are doing she won’t notice it. And, in case you are concerned I will hit you, I am very experienced with this tool.”
“Okaaaaay, go for it,” he said reluctantly.
He felt the instant the Master struck at Caroline’s backside as she jerked forward with a cry, dropping Mark out of her mouth.
It hadn’t been a very hard strike and James admonished his wife, “Uh-uh. Keep that dick in your mouth, or I’ll tell Master George to go harder.”
She hurriedly took Mark in again. This time when Caroline was hit she held on and they got into a rhythm. As she was struck with the flogger, she lifted up slightly pushing her mouth further onto Mark’s cock, who didn’t need to do anything other than kneel there, lightly clasping her head to steady himself.
James, once he got over the worry of being hit himself, realised he needn’t have been concerned as George was a Master at his art. All he felt was the swish of air over his legs just before the instrument landed on Caroline’s backside. Instead, he relaxed and found he had his hands free to do whatever he wanted. Consequently, he roamed Caroline’s body, stroking her back—keeping well away from where their host was hitting her—tickling her clit, enjoying teasing her breasts, knowing that she could only squirm.
He then noticed the hostess standing patiently by. Smiling wickedly he said, “Mistress Beatrice, if you will, I would like you to spank Mark every time Master George strikes Caroline.”
“W–what?” the man above him stuttered, almost pulling away from Caroline.
“I’m sure my colleague above me is man enough to take it.”
“Bastard.” Mark wasn’t really perturbed, judging by his grin.
“Good idea. You are learning very fast.” With that, Beatrice walked up the table and proceeded to carry out James’ demand. This meant when Caroline moved onto Mark’s cock after being hit by George, Mark thrust forward away from the spanking with a grunt.
He laughed, thoroughly enjoying himself.
As his arousal rose, coherent thoughts went out of his head and James lifted his butt up to push into Caroline, gripping her waist to hold her still, so he could thrust quicker, feeling Caroline’s pussy contract around him every time George hit her. He could certainly get used to it.
Mark started groaning above him.
It echoed James’ own moans and he started pushing up inside her more quickly, not caring that he was going to be bruised from the ledge of the table.
Suddenly, Caroline shuddered just as Mark yelled his release, and she jerked back and forth uncontrollably. It was enough for James to let himself go with a loud cry, to clapping from their hosts.
Buy at:
Luminosity Publishing
Amazon US
Amazon UK
All Romance ebooks
Barnes & Noble
Jennifer Denys is a bestselling author in various genre (BDSM, contemporary, sci-fi, paranormal, with historical and fantasy in her works in progress) with several different publishers.
An Englishwoman through and through, she lives in a beautiful historical city and is game to try most things once. She’s had a tattoo done on her calf, flew down zip wires 100 feet up in the trees, and was photographed nude by a professional photographer. All of which have taken place since she turned 50!
Many of her experiences end up in her books… but you will have to read them to find out what!
Jennifer's website/blog
This week's excerpt is from BDSM Weekend, by Jennifer Denys.
A weekend of BDSM activities for beginners. That was what James Shaw had booked at Lindsey Park Manor. He was now anxious about telling his wife, Caroline. In the past, they had tried out various implements at home, and were keen to take it further—even considering joining a ‘swingers’ site—but it was quite daunting doing anything with others! And then a shock awaits them on arrival in the form of James’ best friend.
As they progress through the various events—cropping in the stables, fellatio in the ballroom, and an unusual fox hunt—they have to deal with animosity, jealousy and the dropping of inhibitions, as all of them grow in their knowledge of a lifestyle which is exciting, yet challenging.
Just as the dynamics of their threesome change considerably, a further surprise awaits them at the end of the weekend.
Master George patted the left half of the billiard table. “I suggest you lay on this side with your butt up against the wooden edge, with legs over the side. That way Caroline can easily sit on top and bend forward, taking Mark in her mouth from that position, while I have access to her bottom without leaning across you.”
He hopped up onto the table, wondering how many other couples had done the same. In fact, he realised he didn’t know how long the Manor had been doing these BDSM events. His thoughts were swiftly brought back to the present when Caroline eagerly climbed on top of him. It was a good thing he was already aroused. Not that he had been anything but turned on all weekend.
Her face was vivid with excitement as she wiggled herself so that he was in her entrance. Neither of them were expecting her to plummet down suddenly.
“Ow!”
Mistress Beatrice came over to comfort Caroline. “You were probably very wet after the fun earlier and that eased the way. Don’t move for a second or two.”
That was easier said than done as James’ cock had a mind of its own and started thrusting up. He took a deep shuddering breath.
“I’m fine,” said Caroline, smiling down at him.
“Excellent. Now, before Mark jumps up, James would you like Mark to wear a condom?”
Caroline shook her head at him. James knew she never liked the taste or texture of condoms, even the flavoured ones. “No, that’s fine. Thank you,” he answered.
“Then, Mark, climb up and kneel by James’ head, if you will.”
James found it quite disconcerting to have Mark’s cock looming over him.
Mistress Beatrice patted his arm. “I can tell you are uncomfortable, James. You are the most dominant of the three of you, so take charge. It is up to you to position the others.”
Clearing his throat, James did as suggested. “Caroline, lean forward so you are on hands and knees over me.” He waited a moment while she complied, holding her hips tightly to keep her from pulling away from him.
“This is fun.” She grinned down at him.
“It certainly is. Your boobs are in an excellent position for me to play with.” James showed her by twirling her nipple between a finger and thumb.
“Oooo!”
He chuckled, and then glanced up to Mark who was patiently waiting. “Okay, Mark, ease forward. Caro, open your mouth. I want to see Mark slowly push inside those luscious lips of yours.”
It was actually very erotic watching this happening over his head and he made a note to do it this way again—if they were to continue having sex together.
“Good,” declared the Mistress. “Now feel free to direct George and myself.”
“Ah!” Turning his head away from the action over him, James could see George had a flogger of sorts in his hand.
“This is a short cat-o’-nine-tails,” explained the Master, winding his fingers through the many tails.
James could see it had knots in it, and he frowned at the host. “Won’t that be rather painful?”
“Waste of time doing it otherwise. I assure you Caroline will be so busy with what you and Mark are doing she won’t notice it. And, in case you are concerned I will hit you, I am very experienced with this tool.”
“Okaaaaay, go for it,” he said reluctantly.
He felt the instant the Master struck at Caroline’s backside as she jerked forward with a cry, dropping Mark out of her mouth.
It hadn’t been a very hard strike and James admonished his wife, “Uh-uh. Keep that dick in your mouth, or I’ll tell Master George to go harder.”
She hurriedly took Mark in again. This time when Caroline was hit she held on and they got into a rhythm. As she was struck with the flogger, she lifted up slightly pushing her mouth further onto Mark’s cock, who didn’t need to do anything other than kneel there, lightly clasping her head to steady himself.
James, once he got over the worry of being hit himself, realised he needn’t have been concerned as George was a Master at his art. All he felt was the swish of air over his legs just before the instrument landed on Caroline’s backside. Instead, he relaxed and found he had his hands free to do whatever he wanted. Consequently, he roamed Caroline’s body, stroking her back—keeping well away from where their host was hitting her—tickling her clit, enjoying teasing her breasts, knowing that she could only squirm.
He then noticed the hostess standing patiently by. Smiling wickedly he said, “Mistress Beatrice, if you will, I would like you to spank Mark every time Master George strikes Caroline.”
“W–what?” the man above him stuttered, almost pulling away from Caroline.
“I’m sure my colleague above me is man enough to take it.”
“Bastard.” Mark wasn’t really perturbed, judging by his grin.
“Good idea. You are learning very fast.” With that, Beatrice walked up the table and proceeded to carry out James’ demand. This meant when Caroline moved onto Mark’s cock after being hit by George, Mark thrust forward away from the spanking with a grunt.
He laughed, thoroughly enjoying himself.
As his arousal rose, coherent thoughts went out of his head and James lifted his butt up to push into Caroline, gripping her waist to hold her still, so he could thrust quicker, feeling Caroline’s pussy contract around him every time George hit her. He could certainly get used to it.
Mark started groaning above him.
It echoed James’ own moans and he started pushing up inside her more quickly, not caring that he was going to be bruised from the ledge of the table.
Suddenly, Caroline shuddered just as Mark yelled his release, and she jerked back and forth uncontrollably. It was enough for James to let himself go with a loud cry, to clapping from their hosts.
Buy at:
Luminosity PublishingAmazon US
Amazon UK
All Romance ebooks
Barnes & Noble
Jennifer Denys is a bestselling author in various genre (BDSM, contemporary, sci-fi, paranormal, with historical and fantasy in her works in progress) with several different publishers.
An Englishwoman through and through, she lives in a beautiful historical city and is game to try most things once. She’s had a tattoo done on her calf, flew down zip wires 100 feet up in the trees, and was photographed nude by a professional photographer. All of which have taken place since she turned 50!
Many of her experiences end up in her books… but you will have to read them to find out what!
Jennifer's website/blog
May 30, 2015
Reader of Novels
This painting, The Reader of Novels , is by Belgian artist Antoine Joseph Wiertz, and was completed in 1853.
It certainly captures the pleasure of lying in bed reading a dirty book!
I just wonder ... who is that sneaking in and trying to nick one of her other books?
Wiertz, btw, painted some really weird morbid stuff - you can see some of it here if you are interested. These examples aren't the half of it:
The Young Witch, 1857
Two Young Girls, 1847May 28, 2015
She wanks among the highest in Wome
On Amazon rankings last week:
Hey, it might only be for a moment, but it's worth celebrating when it happens! :-)
Hey, it might only be for a moment, but it's worth celebrating when it happens! :-)
May 26, 2015
Smut by the Sea 2015
It's not just about sex, you know. It's also about CAKEOnce again I have failed to take a dip in the North Sea, I'm afraid. Every year I say to myself "I must go to the beach, it's just around the corner," and every year the indoor lure of biccies and smut wins out. 2015 was no exception: Smut by the Sea was a dizzying day of erotica, meeting old friends, meeting wonderful new people, drinking tea, racking my brains for a new take on werewolves, signing books, buying books, free cookies (thanks to the incredible bakemeister Bella Settara), burlesque, reading out loud and getting spanked by Cara Sutra.
That last bit should have gone on for longer, I feel...
The usual suspects: Nano Vaslen, Bella Settara (in stetson), Ashe Barker, Helen Parry, Cara Sutra WITH PADDLE and Victoria "Smut" BlisseMy luck was not in on the Tombola this year I'm afraid - I only won one little sachet of lube :-(Highlights of the day for me were the performance by the breathtaking Bea Noir whose act (that poor cucumber!) left my hands too shaky to hold the camera...
And meeting up with the amazing Cameryn Moore, who absolutely knocked my socks off:
Playwright, actress, sex-line performerShe writes personalised erotica for customers on the street, which is a kick in the nuts for those of us who need our precious comforts, privacy and safety nets before we'll dare put down any words. Go Cameryn! She's on tour at the moment with her solo play Phone Whore, so if you've got the chance check it out!It was lovely to meet friends both old and new ... and I'm going to be back for more at Smut Manchester later in the year :-)
Photo by Jennifer Denys - thanks!
May 24, 2015
May 22, 2015
I'm packing
... guess what for?
Eeek - I still haven't decided which excerpt to read!
See you tomorrow, smutters :-)
May 20, 2015
BEHOLD!!!
I love my new "Short Stories" page; love it love it love it!IT'S UP!
My creaky old website has been transformed! At long last it has been dragged kicking and screaming into this century, as it's now revamped, stripped down, and will (hopefully) work on mobile phones.
And given that I was planning to get all this done BEFORE the publication of Cover Him with Darkness ... well, that gives you an idea of the depths of my procrastination.
The new site structure was coded by Eloise Pasteur, who put up patiently with my Luddite whinging ;-) THANK YOU ELOISE! Site content can be blamed on me (with credit to the sockball). Hosting is now by Arvixe, who are adult-friendly (yay!). I've actually been greatly impressed by the ease-of-use of the Arvixe facilities, and I should find it much easier to keep things updated from now on.
You've no idea what a weight this is off my mind...
And now I can go back to writing :-)
May 18, 2015
Blue Monday - Sommer Marsden guests
Every Monday I post a naughty excerpt for your entertainment!
This week's excerpt is from Haunted, the brand-new deliciously spooky and sexy paranormal e-book by Sommer Marsden :
Two people lost and alone in life searching for answers…Maddox visits abandoned sites to take photographs and figure out his future. He haunts the places that are monuments to the way he feels inside. Stark, empty, raw. And Olyvia searches for answers to her own painful loss by hunting ghosts. Trying to comfort herself by seeking proof of an afterlife.One haunted amusement park with a dark history…Maddox and Olyvia recognize kindred souls in one another. But a chance to fully explore their connection is a luxury they may not have. There’s a ghost stalking Screamland hell-bent on revenge. And it’s targeting them...
It hadn’t been that long since they’d been together, and yet, much to Olyvia’s surprise, her desire for him was as fresh and sudden as the first time.
She kissed him hard, kissed him deeply, trying to pour all her fear and worry and angst into that kiss and release it.
It worked. Her heart lightened, her body followed suit. Between her legs she grew wet then wetter still. Her heart seemed to be beating faster and slower at the same time. Her mind cleared, and when Maddox slipped his hand up under her tee, her nipple hardened beneath his stroking fingers. Pleasure uncoiled slowly from her breasts to her belly then wound lower with a slow lick of passion.
“Is this safe? Should we be doing this?” he muttered the words along her skin and painted a hot line from beneath her ear to her collarbone with his tongue.
“We’re good, I think. We’re good…” She thought they were. She hoped they were. However, she wasn’t really sure. And yet, her urgency to be with him seemed to override everything else, even the abomination they’d witnessed before confining themselves to the animal emporium.
She lay back, pulling him atop her and holding him close. His fingers skated down her shoulders, raising goose bumps as they moved. He stroked her sides, and the small muscles in her stomach quivered from the stimulation. He pushed a hand down into her pants, breached her panties, and parted her with his fingers. He drove a digit into her with ease, and Olyvia sighed as her body clenched around him, triggering more pleasure.
“God, Olyvia,” he said. He pushed deeper, stroked the wet walls of her pussy then added a second finger. Then, moving so he could watch her face, he proceeded to thrust over and over, manipulating her body in a way no man had managed before. She never came just from being fingered. And yet, she found her body tightening then relaxing, over and over again, as he fucked her easily.
“Come for me, pretty girl,” he whispered. When he smiled, she felt that lightness in her heart go from mere lightness to something ethereal.
He found her clit with his thumb and pressed, rubbing gently as he continued to move his fingers in and out, in and out. He bent to kiss her. A tender kiss that stole her breath. When she parted her lips and pushed her tongue against his, Maddox went with it, kissing her more aggressively.
He added a third finger and played his lips across hers again. She broke. Surrendering to the goodness he’d elicited. She came, clamping her lower lip between her teeth to keep herself silent. She arched up to meet his hand and it forced his thumb more firmly against her clit. The orgasm kept unfolding, a warm, slow coil of pleasure and release.
“Good girl,” he said, smiling down at her. He leaned in, raked his teeth along her collarbone and sat up to pull up her tee, unclipping her bra. “I want to get naked, but I’m worried.”
He looked worried, and she felt a moment of guilt for saying screw it and going with her instinct to be with him again. But when he grinned at her and leaned over to suck her nipple into his mouth, she forgot that wasted emotion. Her nipple spiked hard against his tongue, her breast breaking out in gooseflesh from the light scrape of his teeth. He moved to the other one and sucked hard enough that she felt the draw on that flesh in her pussy.
Maddox placed soft kisses along her ribs then moved down lower to her belly. He left heat on her skin as he licked her hipbone then dragged his tongue across her stomach to the other side. His fingers were thick but efficient on the button of her jeans. He worked them down over her hips and tugged her panties along with them, but only to her knees. He left them there, a denim prison binding her legs. Leaving her unable to spread them completely.
He parted her pussy lips with his fingers and studied her. She pushed a lock of his hair out of his eyes and stroked his strong jaw, his cheek. The sound of his stubble whispering beneath her fingers made her smile.
The smiled disappeared as he put his mouth to her. Parting her again, but this time with his tongue. He pushed his lips against her, sucking her clitoris so that fresh lust through her. It wouldn’t take much, she thought half crazed with the feel of him licking her. It wouldn’t take much at all to come.
He knew it, too, because he flicked her clit repeatedly with the tip of his tongue then sucked it hard. Then again. Maddox changed tactics, working his way all around that tender bit of flesh, not touching it deliberately, making her mind go blank and her body go insane. She arched her hips—desperate. She pulled his head then remembered his wound and raised her hands above her head with a groan as if she didn’t trust herself. Because she didn’t. He chuckled, his breath hot across her sensitive skin. He sucked again, and when she groaned, he licked her clit in a flurry of quick swirls of his tongue until she was coming a second time, her hand clamped across her own mouth to stifle her cries.
But, when she removed her hand, she whispered just one word. “Maddox…”
Buy Haunted at
Amazon US
Amazon UK
Excessica
"Professional dirty word writer, gluten free baker, sock addict, fat wiener dog walker, expert procrastinator." That sums it up.
Sommer Marsden has been called “…one of the top storytellers in the erotica genre” (Violet Blue), “Unapologetic” (Alison Tyler), “…the whirling dervish of erotica” (Craig J. Sorensen),and "Erotica royalty..." (Lucy Felthouse). Her erotic novels include Restricted Release, Restless Spirit, Boys Next Door, and the Zombie Exterminator series. Sommer currently writes for HarperCollins Mischief, Excessica, Xcite Books, Pretty Things Press, and Resplendence Publishing.
You can find Sommer's short works in well over one hundred and twenty-five (and counting) erotic anthologies.
Visit her at Unapologetic Fiction
on Goodreadson Twitter
on Facebook
This week's excerpt is from Haunted, the brand-new deliciously spooky and sexy paranormal e-book by Sommer Marsden :
Two people lost and alone in life searching for answers…Maddox visits abandoned sites to take photographs and figure out his future. He haunts the places that are monuments to the way he feels inside. Stark, empty, raw. And Olyvia searches for answers to her own painful loss by hunting ghosts. Trying to comfort herself by seeking proof of an afterlife.One haunted amusement park with a dark history…Maddox and Olyvia recognize kindred souls in one another. But a chance to fully explore their connection is a luxury they may not have. There’s a ghost stalking Screamland hell-bent on revenge. And it’s targeting them...
It hadn’t been that long since they’d been together, and yet, much to Olyvia’s surprise, her desire for him was as fresh and sudden as the first time.
She kissed him hard, kissed him deeply, trying to pour all her fear and worry and angst into that kiss and release it.
It worked. Her heart lightened, her body followed suit. Between her legs she grew wet then wetter still. Her heart seemed to be beating faster and slower at the same time. Her mind cleared, and when Maddox slipped his hand up under her tee, her nipple hardened beneath his stroking fingers. Pleasure uncoiled slowly from her breasts to her belly then wound lower with a slow lick of passion.
“Is this safe? Should we be doing this?” he muttered the words along her skin and painted a hot line from beneath her ear to her collarbone with his tongue.
“We’re good, I think. We’re good…” She thought they were. She hoped they were. However, she wasn’t really sure. And yet, her urgency to be with him seemed to override everything else, even the abomination they’d witnessed before confining themselves to the animal emporium.
She lay back, pulling him atop her and holding him close. His fingers skated down her shoulders, raising goose bumps as they moved. He stroked her sides, and the small muscles in her stomach quivered from the stimulation. He pushed a hand down into her pants, breached her panties, and parted her with his fingers. He drove a digit into her with ease, and Olyvia sighed as her body clenched around him, triggering more pleasure.
“God, Olyvia,” he said. He pushed deeper, stroked the wet walls of her pussy then added a second finger. Then, moving so he could watch her face, he proceeded to thrust over and over, manipulating her body in a way no man had managed before. She never came just from being fingered. And yet, she found her body tightening then relaxing, over and over again, as he fucked her easily.
“Come for me, pretty girl,” he whispered. When he smiled, she felt that lightness in her heart go from mere lightness to something ethereal.
He found her clit with his thumb and pressed, rubbing gently as he continued to move his fingers in and out, in and out. He bent to kiss her. A tender kiss that stole her breath. When she parted her lips and pushed her tongue against his, Maddox went with it, kissing her more aggressively.
He added a third finger and played his lips across hers again. She broke. Surrendering to the goodness he’d elicited. She came, clamping her lower lip between her teeth to keep herself silent. She arched up to meet his hand and it forced his thumb more firmly against her clit. The orgasm kept unfolding, a warm, slow coil of pleasure and release.
“Good girl,” he said, smiling down at her. He leaned in, raked his teeth along her collarbone and sat up to pull up her tee, unclipping her bra. “I want to get naked, but I’m worried.”
He looked worried, and she felt a moment of guilt for saying screw it and going with her instinct to be with him again. But when he grinned at her and leaned over to suck her nipple into his mouth, she forgot that wasted emotion. Her nipple spiked hard against his tongue, her breast breaking out in gooseflesh from the light scrape of his teeth. He moved to the other one and sucked hard enough that she felt the draw on that flesh in her pussy.
Maddox placed soft kisses along her ribs then moved down lower to her belly. He left heat on her skin as he licked her hipbone then dragged his tongue across her stomach to the other side. His fingers were thick but efficient on the button of her jeans. He worked them down over her hips and tugged her panties along with them, but only to her knees. He left them there, a denim prison binding her legs. Leaving her unable to spread them completely.
He parted her pussy lips with his fingers and studied her. She pushed a lock of his hair out of his eyes and stroked his strong jaw, his cheek. The sound of his stubble whispering beneath her fingers made her smile.
The smiled disappeared as he put his mouth to her. Parting her again, but this time with his tongue. He pushed his lips against her, sucking her clitoris so that fresh lust through her. It wouldn’t take much, she thought half crazed with the feel of him licking her. It wouldn’t take much at all to come.
He knew it, too, because he flicked her clit repeatedly with the tip of his tongue then sucked it hard. Then again. Maddox changed tactics, working his way all around that tender bit of flesh, not touching it deliberately, making her mind go blank and her body go insane. She arched her hips—desperate. She pulled his head then remembered his wound and raised her hands above her head with a groan as if she didn’t trust herself. Because she didn’t. He chuckled, his breath hot across her sensitive skin. He sucked again, and when she groaned, he licked her clit in a flurry of quick swirls of his tongue until she was coming a second time, her hand clamped across her own mouth to stifle her cries.
But, when she removed her hand, she whispered just one word. “Maddox…”
Buy Haunted at
Amazon US
Amazon UK
Excessica
"Professional dirty word writer, gluten free baker, sock addict, fat wiener dog walker, expert procrastinator." That sums it up.
Sommer Marsden has been called “…one of the top storytellers in the erotica genre” (Violet Blue), “Unapologetic” (Alison Tyler), “…the whirling dervish of erotica” (Craig J. Sorensen),and "Erotica royalty..." (Lucy Felthouse). Her erotic novels include Restricted Release, Restless Spirit, Boys Next Door, and the Zombie Exterminator series. Sommer currently writes for HarperCollins Mischief, Excessica, Xcite Books, Pretty Things Press, and Resplendence Publishing.
You can find Sommer's short works in well over one hundred and twenty-five (and counting) erotic anthologies.
Visit her at Unapologetic Fiction
on Goodreadson Twitter
on Facebook
May 15, 2015
More Meat
It's not a Monday, so this taster of my story More Meat will not frighten the horses ;-) But yes - more dub-con monster-sex from Ashbless!
“Are we done, my lady?" he asked, as the sounds of feasting ceased and the long dark serpentine coils of her lower limbs slid and lapped to either side of him. He turned, and she was standing in front of him – if ‘standing’ were the word for her monstrous pose. Even at floor level she overtopped him by a head. Her long hair eddied like seaweed in a tide-pool. He cleared his throat and raised his voice. “Are we done?”
“When you give me the men who let slip the hawk and the hound.”
His blade was still bare in his hand. “They came with me from England. They hunted at my command, and did not know the land was yours.”
“I want more meat, King Henry.”
He shook his head, once. “Those men are mine. So I will pay their debt, my lady. Take it from me, if you must.” He eased his feet subtly into a defensive stance, and the muscles in his sword-arm tightened.
She laughed, with a noise like breaking sticks. “You’d provoke me to a fight here, in my own house?”
“The burden of hospitality lies upon you, my lady – you are the landholder. But I’m not afraid, if it comes to that.”
“Liar.” She licked blood off her lips. “But you are braver than most. I like a man with courage in his belly and fire in his blood. Are your balls as big as you’d have me believe, I wonder?”
“Come find out.” He didn’t give much for his own chances against a monster whose trade was illusions, but he would give it his best try.
“You’ve fathered enough bastards, I hear. Despite being wed to that fair Scots lass.” Her sly grin was full of knives. “You’ve bollocks enough to have brought half the maidens of England to a shameful state.”
“Hardly.” Henry couldn’t stop the heat flushing to his cheeks. “And I brought no shame. Every one of my natural children I’ve acknowledged as my own, and provided for. Every one of my paramours I’ve seen wedded well.”
“Then you won’t scruple to lie with me, will you?”
He inhaled sharply and tried not to pull a face.
“What? Are you hesitant? Do you not find me beautiful, Henry, my sweet?” She cupped the heavy orbs of her breasts mockingly. All around him in the shadows the coils of her serpent limbs slithered an expectant susurrus.
“You are… formidable,” he rasped, stalling for time, “in your femininity.” Demons were renowned for their sinful appetites, he reasoned; it should not surprise him that one, even one as ancient and horrific as this, should wish to wallow in carnality. And she was so foul to look upon that there was a kind of fascination to her.
“Heh heh. I want meat, King Henry. Your meat.” Erecura cocked her head. “Pleasure me and your debt is paid. I’ll let you and your men, your hounds and your horses and your hawks, all go.”
A bargain, he thought, if it came from the lips of any human woman. If I can trust her word. If… I can perform. In Christi nomine – can I even get a cock-stand for such a one as that? He dropped his gaze to the lavishly mounded orbs of her breasts. If they weren’t grey as ash they’d be luscious. He’d want to bury his face in them. Henry only wished the rest of her were that alluring. Maybe, if I just keep my eyes on those. Or if I keep them closed…
“Have we an understanding, my sweet?”
“It would be," he said through gritted teeth, as he wondered how on earth to lay hold of a body that size, how to overbear her and bring her to yielding, “an honour and a pleasure, my lady.”
“Then cast off your clothes, Beauclerc. Don’t keep me waiting.”
He raised his eyebrows. He was not used to being ordered about, and it occurred to him that this might all just be a ruse to make him lay his sword aside.
“Shall I promise not to hurt you?” she hissed, seeing his anxieties very well. “Are your nuts shrivelled in their shell after all?”
Damn you. Fixing her eyes hotly with his own, he sheathed his steel and dropped his sword-belt to the side. “Don’t doubt me, my lady,” he growled.
Amusement bubbled at her thin lips. “And the rest.”
He clenched his jaw and, with jerky motions of his hands, stripped himself of his clothes: the short outer tunic he’d worn for hunting instead of his usual robes, the tight-fitting inner tunic of linen, his shoes and long hose and braies. He stood before her naked, shoulders back and chest full, feeling the damp air of the ruined hall tickle through the hair on his chest and belly and groin. God be praised, anger was standing in for desire for the moment, and he was not shamed by the length that hung between his thighs.
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“Are we done, my lady?" he asked, as the sounds of feasting ceased and the long dark serpentine coils of her lower limbs slid and lapped to either side of him. He turned, and she was standing in front of him – if ‘standing’ were the word for her monstrous pose. Even at floor level she overtopped him by a head. Her long hair eddied like seaweed in a tide-pool. He cleared his throat and raised his voice. “Are we done?”
“When you give me the men who let slip the hawk and the hound.”
His blade was still bare in his hand. “They came with me from England. They hunted at my command, and did not know the land was yours.”
“I want more meat, King Henry.”
He shook his head, once. “Those men are mine. So I will pay their debt, my lady. Take it from me, if you must.” He eased his feet subtly into a defensive stance, and the muscles in his sword-arm tightened.
She laughed, with a noise like breaking sticks. “You’d provoke me to a fight here, in my own house?”
“The burden of hospitality lies upon you, my lady – you are the landholder. But I’m not afraid, if it comes to that.”
“Liar.” She licked blood off her lips. “But you are braver than most. I like a man with courage in his belly and fire in his blood. Are your balls as big as you’d have me believe, I wonder?”
“Come find out.” He didn’t give much for his own chances against a monster whose trade was illusions, but he would give it his best try.
“You’ve fathered enough bastards, I hear. Despite being wed to that fair Scots lass.” Her sly grin was full of knives. “You’ve bollocks enough to have brought half the maidens of England to a shameful state.”
“Hardly.” Henry couldn’t stop the heat flushing to his cheeks. “And I brought no shame. Every one of my natural children I’ve acknowledged as my own, and provided for. Every one of my paramours I’ve seen wedded well.”
“Then you won’t scruple to lie with me, will you?”
He inhaled sharply and tried not to pull a face.
“What? Are you hesitant? Do you not find me beautiful, Henry, my sweet?” She cupped the heavy orbs of her breasts mockingly. All around him in the shadows the coils of her serpent limbs slithered an expectant susurrus.
“You are… formidable,” he rasped, stalling for time, “in your femininity.” Demons were renowned for their sinful appetites, he reasoned; it should not surprise him that one, even one as ancient and horrific as this, should wish to wallow in carnality. And she was so foul to look upon that there was a kind of fascination to her.
“Heh heh. I want meat, King Henry. Your meat.” Erecura cocked her head. “Pleasure me and your debt is paid. I’ll let you and your men, your hounds and your horses and your hawks, all go.”
A bargain, he thought, if it came from the lips of any human woman. If I can trust her word. If… I can perform. In Christi nomine – can I even get a cock-stand for such a one as that? He dropped his gaze to the lavishly mounded orbs of her breasts. If they weren’t grey as ash they’d be luscious. He’d want to bury his face in them. Henry only wished the rest of her were that alluring. Maybe, if I just keep my eyes on those. Or if I keep them closed…
“Have we an understanding, my sweet?”
“It would be," he said through gritted teeth, as he wondered how on earth to lay hold of a body that size, how to overbear her and bring her to yielding, “an honour and a pleasure, my lady.”
“Then cast off your clothes, Beauclerc. Don’t keep me waiting.”
He raised his eyebrows. He was not used to being ordered about, and it occurred to him that this might all just be a ruse to make him lay his sword aside.
“Shall I promise not to hurt you?” she hissed, seeing his anxieties very well. “Are your nuts shrivelled in their shell after all?”
Damn you. Fixing her eyes hotly with his own, he sheathed his steel and dropped his sword-belt to the side. “Don’t doubt me, my lady,” he growled.
Amusement bubbled at her thin lips. “And the rest.”
He clenched his jaw and, with jerky motions of his hands, stripped himself of his clothes: the short outer tunic he’d worn for hunting instead of his usual robes, the tight-fitting inner tunic of linen, his shoes and long hose and braies. He stood before her naked, shoulders back and chest full, feeling the damp air of the ruined hall tickle through the hair on his chest and belly and groin. God be praised, anger was standing in for desire for the moment, and he was not shamed by the length that hung between his thighs.
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