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The 18 and Over Book Blogger Giveaway Hop

Hello and welcome to the 18 & Over Book Blogger Giveaway Hop! As the title suggests, this is a hop which is going to have some seriously naughty prizes – strictly for adults.

In honour of this naughtiness, before you get down to hopping, I'm going to share a naughty little snippet from my latest release, The Cottage in the Woods.

When the other girl's mouth met hers, Heidi felt her body react instantly. Her nipples hardened beneath her clothes, and a delicious zing of arousal shot to her groin. Before her brain caught up, she'd already slipped her arms around Ava and backed them toward the bed until they fell onto it in a tangle of limbs.

They didn't talk any more after that. No words were necessary. All that mattered was the way they hungered for one another. They parted briefly, only to remove their clothes. But after that, there was nothing but contact. Blissful contact. They kissed until they were breathless, then Heidi pulled back, only to lay a trail of kisses down Ava's body until she reached the juncture of her thighs.

Pushing the other girl's legs open, Heidi teased her lover by nibbling and licking her inner thighs, drawing slowly closer and closer to the prize. By the time Heidi slid a finger gently between Ava's pussy lips, the other girl was slick. Removing the digit, she immediately replaced it with her tongue. Easing into the wetness, Heidi groaned at the sweet arousal filling her mouth and tantalizing her taste buds. She couldn't get enough. She had no idea what was going to happen in the morning, let alone beyond that. But right now, all she cared about was making love to the beautiful girl beneath her until neither of them could take any more.

Gasps and moans spilled from Ava's lips as Heidi licked and sucked her with gusto. She could scarcely believe what was happening. She'd watched the other woman for so long; Heidi's beauty, sweet nature and selflessness had won Ava's heart and filled it with so much love and admiration that she could hardly stand it. But, knowing what she was, she knew she could never have the woman she wanted so desperately. After all, who would want to be with someone that could go to sleep a human and wake up in any guise?

Before her thoughts could become any more maudlin and self-deprecating, Ava's orgasm ripped through her body, obliterating her mind of anything but complete and utter bliss.

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New Release: Desperate Measures Edited by Elizabeth Coldwell

I'm happy to announce another new release! This time, I'm appearing in an eBook anthology from Xcite Books, called Desperate Measures. My story is the title story, and it's about a woman who was made redundant from her job and finds a very interesting way to earn a little more cash.

Here's a snippet from the story:

Recession. Credit crunch. Inflation. Poppy was fed up of hearing the words. She didn't need to keep seeing the news reports to know the depressing truth. She – and many other people besides – was broke. Before the financial crisis hit, Poppy had been doing just fine. Really well, actually. She'd had a great job as a project manager with a firm that worked with chain supermarkets. Granted, it meant there were occasional late-night phone calls she'd had to deal with, but the money had been good enough that the interruptions were worth it. The nice house, car, and luxurious holidays had also kept her smiling through the busy periods when she was ready to rip some incompetent contractor's head off.

Unfortunately, money problems had affected everyone and made them tighten their belts, including the supermarkets. As a result, Poppy was out of a job. Various schemes she'd paid into over the years ensured that she still had a roof over her head, thankfully, but the luxuries she'd previously enjoyed were no longer an option.

Naturally, she'd thrown herself into job hunting as soon as she'd found out she was being made redundant. But people with her skill set and experience were expensive and companies were getting rid of expensive and not-absolutely-necessary people, not taking them on.

The monthly repayments on her mortgage were high and while she was on jobseeker's allowance they were being paid for her. Poppy was no snob, but she couldn't afford to take just any job because as soon as she became employed again, the insurance company would stop paying her mortgage. Therefore, if her new job paid a lot less than her previous one, she'd end up even worse off than she was now. Poppy had a serious dilemma. If only she could find a way to earn some extra cash while she was looking for a job, then she wouldn't have to dip into her hard-earned savings.

One evening, as she surfed job websites looking for possible roles, Poppy sat back in her chair and sighed with resignation. Her search was proving fruitless, and it was really beginning to get her down. But then, as her gaze landed on the gadget hooked on to the top of her computer monitor, her eyes narrowed and inspiration hit. She snapped back to the screen and began frantically Googling. A little while later, Poppy's genius plan was in action.

See the book page for the other authors in the anthology, and where you can bag yourself a copy.

Guest Blog: Brenda Dyer

Foreplay

Did that get your attention? LOL, I bet it did.

Now that I have your attention I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Brenda and I'm a writer, reader and a chocoholic. Oh, and I love bacon.

I'd like to take a moment to thank Lucy for allowing me on her blog. I promise not to do anything stupid–well too stupid.

I was going to talk on and on about my debut novel, Love's Prophecy, but then I changed my mind. I'd like to talk about foreplay.

LOL, not oral foreplay before intercourse. I'm talking about foreplay between the characters that leads up to the sex scenes.

For me, the foreplay lead up is as important or even more so than the sexual act. The conflict and build up of sexual tension between the characters can be a huge turn on if written properly. I love the frustration they feel when near each other–how they want nothing more than  to tear each other's clothes off.  I love the excitement, the newness.

Oh, don't get me wrong, I enjoy hot, sweaty sex scenes, but how the characters interact beforehand is essential to making those scenes fulfilling–at least for me.

I think why I enjoy the foreplay before the foreplay is because it reminds me of when I first met my husband. The newness and excitement–the rush. It was like a drug, lol. So now I experience that high through characters in novels.

What about you? Do you enjoy the foreplay before the foreplay?

I would like to give away a free copy of my novel, Love's Prophecy to one commenter.

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Dark warriors of might…

Mel is a vampire warrior sworn to hunt and kill demons in the dark streets of Vancouver. But he's burdened with a new assignment: find the meaning behind the Vampire Prophecy. Having no faith in the gods and their empty words, he believes there's no truth to the ancient legend until he meets Breeana, a human woman who bears the mark of the prophecy and resembles the mysterious woman haunting his dreams. When a vengeful demon spies Breeana in his arms, she is marked for death. He must take her from the world she knows until he can eliminate the threat. But the real danger is the role Breeana must play in fulfilling the prophecy and the intense feelings she brings out in him. Mel is forced to choose between his obligations to his kind, the world, and the woman he loves. Does he have the courage to let the one woman who could heal his wounded heart and soul go, or will he risk her life and bind her to him for all eternity?

Small warriors of light…

Veterinarian, Dr. Breeana Spencer yearns for love and companionship, but the disappointment of failed relationships have left her bitter. She now finds solace in romance novels. But when she meets a mysterious stranger, she's drawn to him by a connection so forceful it shatters all reason, leaving her incapable of resisting him. Yet there's more to him than smoldering good looks and a rock-hard body. As she's drawn deeper into his danger-filled world, she learns she's part of an ancient vampire legend. Breeana fears her future is no longer hers and will not include Mel. As their enemies close in, desperate to destroy them both, she must fight to convince Mel her place is at his side. A  life-altering choice is before her—one that will take all her courage and love to make.

Buy links: Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00702YWF0

Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/125112

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About the Author:

Brenda Dyer lives in the small town of Sooke off the coast of British Columbia with her husband, two teenage boys, and an assortment of animals.

She is a graduate from LongRidge Writers group.

When she isn't writing you can find her out in her gardens or working with her two miniature horses.

Brenda loves to hear from readers. If you would like to contact her, visit her website.

http://www.brendamdyer.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/BrendaMDyer

Twitter: www.twitter.com/brendaMDyer

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Totty Tuesday – Spring Special

Today is the first day of spring, also known as the vernal equinox – traditionally it marks the days getting longer and the nights shorter and all that malarkey. Personally, I love longer days and I adore summer, but since today is such a sunny day I decided that spring isn't all that bad, either. Plus it made me think about the temperature getting warmer, spending more time outdoors (which I also love), and hot guys walking about with their shirts off. Naturally, this never happens where I live – in fact I often see topless men in balmy temperatures and wish they'd put their shirts back on. So naturally, I turned to Google Images to make my point in a much more preferable and eye-pleasing fashion. So here you have some hunky shirtless guys spending time in the great outdoors. And even better, they're both doing chores – as much as I like being outside, I hate gardening so I'd happily hire either of these hotties to come and sort my garden out (not a euphemism) and mow the lawn (also not a euphemism).

So, what do you think? What's your favourite time of year? Are you a summer lover, like me, or do you love the long nights of winter and hiding indoors by the fire?

Happy First Day of Spring!

Six Sentence Sunday – 18/3/12

Here's more from my brand new f/f release, The Cottage in the Woods. (I've re-posted this as last time I took part, my scheduled post didn't go live so I wasn't included on the list )

The beautiful russet fur, big bushy tail with flecks of white – there was a fox in her garden.



Grinning, Heidi rushed to dry her hands on a tea towel and then moved across the room to flick off the light switch. She waited until her eyes became accustomed to the darkness, then made her way back to the window. She spied the fox immediately, crouched down beside the hedge surrounding her garden, as though it was hunting something. A life-long nature lover, Heidi smiled, truly appreciating the stunning beauty of the creature. But the longer Heidi watched the animal, the more confused she became.

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New Release: While the Boys Are Away

Yes, I am delighted to announce that I have another new release available for you to Kink up your Kindle or Nookie up your Nook (I can't remember who said that the other day, but it made me laugh so I've borrowed it). While the Boys Are Away is a collection of three short lesbian stories.

Here's the blurb:

Three hot lesbian short stories for your delectation!

While the Boys Are Away

On a camping trip with their boyfriends, best friends Amelia and Gemma are having a great time. However, when the boys have trouble lighting the barbeque, the girls decide it's time to leave them to it and beat a hasty retreat to the shower block. Once there, they take a seriously steamy shower together and become oblivious to everything except the taste of one another.

Beside the Seaside

When Ella meets Candy outside the tattoo parlour, she's instantly smitten. Candy is cute, confident, and what's more, she's recently had her tongue pierced. When Candy suggests that she and Ella should go and grab some fish and chips, Ella is more than happy to go along with the plan and spend more time with her new crush. But it soon becomes apparent that Candy has more on her mind than a good meal – and Ella's about to get up close and personal with the newly pierced beauty.

The Inner Circle

When Adele spots her good friends Donna and Josie spending time together and being all chummy without her, she's devastated. After seeing the two women heading into one of their houses together, she's determined to find out exactly what's going on. Peering through the front window of the house reveals more than Adele was betting on, and what's more, she likes it.

While the Boys Are Away has been previously published in British Flash. Beside the Seaside was previously published in Tea and Crumpet, but has been extended. The Inner Circle was previously published in Lesbian Erotica 3.

Check out the book page for more information and a saucy excerpt

Also – despite the fact that the book is hot off the digital presses, it's already been reviewed! The super duper smut reviewer Mitnik of SexyReads.co.uk read and reviewed the book overnight, and commented:

"Lesbian erotica is an art form and none master the craft quite like Lucy Felthouse, with her sizzling storylines, creative characters and pulsating plots. Felthouse's Descriptive writing style sets the scene perfectly and you really feel a part of the action, and that action is always sizzlingly hot. She consistantly delivers pulsating erotica that often leaves the reader breathless and wanting more." 5 out of 5

I think he liked it! Check out the full review here – it's a good 'un!

Guest Blog: Bri Clark

Erotilunacy By Bri Clark

Thank you so much for having me on your amazing blog Lucy. I love that it so accurately portrays your personality from the layout to the posts. As a literary strategist it's a breath of fresh air. I know you get it cause you are in PR too. I know that cause I checked you out. Well not that way…Enough flattery ; )

I feel it is important when someone does the curtsey of hosting you on a blog tour you do the same in return by reaching out before, during, and after the event. I'm southern I guess it's the virtual evolution of my upbringing. With that said as a guest poster I wanted to create content that was applicable and interesting to you and your readership. And being the sassafras I am I'm jumping at the chance to talk about the erotilunacy people are perpetuating.

Lucy, since checking out The Familial Witch I'm sure you might have figured out that it's a Sweet. That's right as in the "who ha's don't touch the tata's" (that is a Kim Bowman) quote. So what am I going to say about the current attacks on Erotica as a Sweet author?

That it is plain erotiluncay.

I hope you don't mind that I am speaking on a subject you so beautifully addressed already. But I just felt that an author who writes the opposite of erotica voices their agreement that perhaps it will have some impact…help in some way.

But wait the masses say "Bri Clark is probably your sweet name and you write under another sexy erotica name." Actually Bri Clark is sexy as hell as far as I'm concerned and I ain't got time to handle two dang platforms. Oh crud now I'm semiswearing and busting into my redneck slang. See how riled up? I am I'm about to go whole hogged!

*Takes a breath*

While I don't write erotica I love the art of the written word. Not long ago Sweets were thought only as something that rotted your teeth and now authors are making strives to build the genre. And at one time other authors did the same thing for Erotica. The great thing about readers is they're loyalty isn't questioned such as with sports fans. There are more than enough of us to go around. Let's not take choices from them.

As a purely passive aggressive (remember I am a southern belle. Ever heard the saying bless your heart? It's just our way.) I approached a fellow author who writes much more spicy, wicked, delicious, witchy romance than I, KiKi Howell, and we are doing a combined blog tour. In this tour we are offering the readers the opportunity to choose one or both novels. My witchy sweet or her dark enchantress story…No matter whom they choose we just want to make a public effort to say that Why Can't We All Just Write?

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Lucien Lemione the clan leader of the feared and revered Eternals is faced with the ultimate betrayal. His second in command for two centuries has not only created the most grievous of offenses but also commissioned the creation of liquid silver. When poisoned by this toxin, an immortal suffers a fate much worse than death, frozen in an internal prison. After being wounded when found spying, he hides deep within the eerie woods that encircle the Triad Mountains. Desperate and in pain, he prays to an offended mother goddess for help. Her answer: a woman, but not just any woman. A witch.

After losing her entire coven at the hands of the Eternals, Aisleen is the last of her kind. She retreats from the world to Trinity Forest where she is giving the opportunity of a lifetime, or perhaps a test of principles. It's there she discovers the man she heals is the Eternal that wiped out her people. Although she is bound as a healer, she could be creative in her revenge. Aisleen knows who and what Lucien his…but does not speak of it. There can be no future with Lucien for she can only be with a mortal man. Even if she wanted to be with him, can she forgive the man that caused the genocide of her people?

Lucien must act quickly for the survival of his clan is at stake. However, Aisleen's ethereal beauty and emerald eyes keep pushing those thoughts far from his mind. Determined to find out what secret she hides, he prolongs his time with her. When his people need him most what will he choose…duty, desire, or will he make his own fate?

You can choose love but you can't choose destiny.

Available from:

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Amazon US

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Bri Clark is a real example of redemption and renewal. Growing penniless in the South, Bri learned street smarts while caring for her brother in a broken home. She watched her mother work several jobs to care for their small family. Once her brother could fend for himself, Bri moved on to a series of bad choices including leaving school and living on her own.

Rebelliousness was a strong understatement to describe those formative years. As a teenager, her wakeup call came from a fight with brass knuckles and a judge that gave her a choice of shaping up or spending time in jail. She took that opportunity and found a way to moved up from the streets. She ended up co-owning an extremely successful construction business. She lived the high life until the real estate crash when she lost everything.

She moved west and found herself living with her husband and 4 kids in a 900 square foot apartment. She now fills her time, writing, blogging, leading a group of frugal shoppers and sharing her southern culture. Her unique background gives her writing a raw sensibility. She understands what it takes to overcome life's obstacles. She often tells friends, "I can do poor. I'm good at poor. It's prosperity that I'm not used to."

Bri and her husband Chris live in Boise. Bri is known as the Belle of Boise for her true southern accent, bold demeanor and hospitable nature.

Bri boasts several positions in the publishing industry. An author, professional reviewer, blogger, and literary strategist she enjoys all aspects of her career from the creation of story to the branding and marketing needed to make her books successful.

Bri Contact Links

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Totty Tuesday – Irish Special

As I'm sure you already know, St Patrick's Day is almost upon us, and so I shall dedicate this week's Totty Tuesday to hot Irish men, and their hot Irish accents… *swoons*

As it happens, I've already featured all my favourite Irish hotties on Totty Tuesday before, so I'm going to blow your minds now by featuring them all in one post! Prepare to drool

In no particular order…

Michael Fassbender (original post)

Stuart Townsend (original post)

Jonathan Rhys Meyers (original post)

Aidan Turner (original post)

So, who did I miss? Leave me lovely comments and tell me about more Irish totty. I can feature them in future Totty Tuesday posts!

Happy St Patrick's Day (almost)!

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Rachel Taylor has issues. Her father broke her mother's heart with his cheating and Rachel swore never to let that happen to her, but one ruined relationship after another and she's realized she's got to get over being closed off to men. Perhaps a one-night stand is just the baby step she needs to begin to build trust again.

Shaun Bell, a divorced workaholic, spends all his time tending bar in his Irish Pub. He's ready to love again, but the women who visit his bar are only after his infamous Irish cocktails. At the advice of his darts team, over a tanker or two of Beamish, he applies to 1Night Stand to get back into the swing of things and enjoy the company of a woman specially selected for him by Madame Evangeline.

A match seemingly made in heaven…until morning rolls around and Shaun can't bring himself to say good-bye. Can he win her over with his secret weapon, a Sweet Irish Kiss, or is Rachel still too scared to love?
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"Ms. Kenrick's writing style flows nicely throughout the story. Her attention stays more on the characters rather than the setting which is fitting for the genre of the novella. I like her ability to dig deep within the characters feelings allowing them to step up and tell their story. It is as if the author really took the back seat on this one. Very well written indeed! JoAnne Kenrick knows how to write unique, if not quirky, characters that stay with me long after I've finished reading their stories." – Talina, Night Owl Reviews

This Sweet Irish Kiss excerpt has been edited to make it a PG-13. Please keep in mind that

the full story has a 4 flame rating and is therefore NOT suitable for minors.

I can't believe I did that. What a great first impression. Not! And only I could top it off by going all defensive on his ass. Poor guy looks like a rabbit caught in the headlights. At least he was a gentleman about it, though. Had any of my exes seen me go down like a ton of bricks, all Nia Vilvados style, they'd have pissed themselves laughing and grabbed their cameras. I'm the character who gets caught up in headphone wire when she sees a hot guy in that movie…Fat Greek Wedding, Big Fat Greek…whatever. I know what I mean.

Rachel shuddered. She'd fallen flat on her face because the hunkiness of her one-night stand had taken her by surprise. She hadn't expected it. Not in the least. Average, that's what his profile had said. It's why she picked him. She figured he wouldn't be up himself. Most attractive men who know they're hot behave like monkeys in heat because of it. She wanted a man who would be thanking his lucky stars to have her in his arms, and one who would be romantic and polite. And when he rushed to help her, he'd surprised her again.

Drop dead gorgeous and caring? This could be dangerous.

"Ya feeling better now?" Thick Irish accent, smooth like Baileys, coated each word her one-night stand spoke.

"Uh-huh." She glanced up at his welcoming expression and caught her stare in his. "So, you're Irish?" You're Irish?

He quirked his mouth into a grin as if she amused him. She reminded herself that she wanted this and backed up. She sat on the nearest thing to her, a dining chair from the breakfast for two set, and chewed at her freshly manicured nails. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this nervous. Her stomach flip- flopped around the butterflies dancing in her gut.

"Ya, that a problem?" God I love his Irish brogue.

"Listen, Shaun, I'm sorry about the way I came down on you. I mean, not came down on you. Hell, I…I'm sorry for losing it." He raised an eyebrow. "For biting your head off when you tried to help."

"Hey, I get it. I'm not what ya expected." Shaun, hands firmly rooted in his pockets, shrugged his shoulders. "Ya definitely not what I expected, either, but here we are. We can call it a day if you prefer or we can enjoy the rest of the evening. What do ya say? I can leave if ya like. The hotel room's been paid for, so ya can spend the night and make the most of it. I'll leave ya be, so I will. But I'd rather stay here…with ya."

Her stare locked on Shaun, and she watched him grab his bag from the foot of the bed and stride toward the exit. His muscular frame, dark features, and great sense of style had her knees knocking together. She couldn't remember the last time she actually wanted a man. But it wasn't like she'd chase after him. The day she did that would be the day she forgave her daddy, or rolled over dead. The latter was more likely to happen first.

The following excerpt has been edited to make it a PG-13 excerpt. Please keep in mind that the book does contain adult themes and language, and is not suitable for minors.

Pretentious, that's how Rachel described the infamous Knightsbridge store where she worked. She loved her job, though. It meant she could let loose, make crazy-ass window displays, and stretch her imagination beyond the high street fashion trends. Usually.

"Effing yuppie fashion." She stood, pin cushion in hand, staring out the huge plate glass window. The rain drizzled over passing shoppers who huddled and shared umbrellas with loved ones. She wished she could have someone she could trust to protect her when life pissed all over her, but she didn't have anyone like that. The big brick wall she'd built had seen to it.

A flashback of running through a downpour with her father hit her hard. He'd thrown his coat over her, sheltering her and leaving himself open to the elements. They giggled all the way home, running late for a Mother's Day dinner.

She closed her eyes to try and block out the past, but the darkness acted as a blank canvas for her memory to play out the scene until a rumble of thunder in the distance brought her back to the present.

She sniffled back her feelings and grasped a plastic body to steady herself. A teardrop trickled down her face, and she smeared it away. Time to buckle up and get over it. Once a fond memory, it now served as a bitter pill. He'd tricked her, tricked everyone with his gallant gestures. He could never again be the genuine, kind man she remembered from her childhood. At least not to her, anyway.

"Effing life." She threw a knit over a male model's shoulders and fluffed to give it a casual yet purposeful style. "What are they thinking, asking me to decorate the mannequins with this jumped up crap? Men don't dress like Prince William. No man I know anyway."

Her pocket buzzed. Rachel flipped her phone open. "Hello?" Nothing. "Hell-o?"

Still nothing. She pulled it from her ear and glanced at the digital display.

"Email, not a call. I'm never going to get used to this stupid, high tech phone." She pressed a few buttons. Some wrong. Some right. Eventually, she managed to open up the message.

A last minute check, to make sure your 1NightStand goes as you desire. May I suggest you wear a corset, my dear, to flatter your curves. He'll be there before you, and I picked a room especially with a double door entrance so you can have a Scarlet O'Hara moment. Please don't wear green. He hates the color. A bottle of Jameson would make a wonderful gift, should you wish to bring something along to break the ice. And best of all, Rachel, remember why you wanted this and enjoy the experience. Good luck, dear, I hope he's all you need.

Bien a toi, Evangeline

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This excerpt has been edited to make it suitable for a general, mature audience. Sweet Irish Kiss is not suitable for minors.

"Put this blindfold on," he ordered, "if ya want a surprise." He wanted to put it on her himself. But knowing she had trust issues, it didn't feel right to do so. Instead, he went to the bathroom to clean the toys with warm, soapy water as the packet had said for him to do. He hoped she would be sightless and under his demand when he got back.

He wasn't disappointed. Still on all fours, she had done as requested. He smeared lube over the beads and eased them into her. As an anal newbie, he had no idea how much it would turn him on and drive him insane. He wanted to rip them out and shove his cock inside her tight little hole instead. His hard on throbbed with need already, and it had only been minutes since he'd come. Sure he would be able to perform again, and probably too soon if he didn't grab hold of himself, he grinned.

When the fifth and biggest bead was inside her, he whipped on a condom, slipped inside her bleep entrance from behind, and plunged all the way into her slick warmth . The bumpity-bump of the latex numbs rubbing against him through her thick layer massaged his length as he moved, and he couldn't contain the growl that emerged from deep in his gut.

JoAnne Kenrick

JoAnne Kenrick, an ex-Ghost Tour Guide turned Romance Author, is a Welsh lass who has lived in various countries around the world. She now calls North Carolina her home, where she lives with her husband, two children and a lazy cat. When they aren't demanding her attention, she can most likely be found watching a vampire movie, reading or baking up a British favorite in her N.C. kitchen. That is, when she isn't writing or chatting up a storm on social networking sites.

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Double Vision

Becky and Paul shared most things – as an open-minded married couple, this included sexual fantasies, many of which they acted out. A Lance Corporal in the British Army, Paul did wonders for Becky's uniform fetish. However, as much as she loved and trusted Paul, Becky had never divulged her number one fantasy.

Tonight, however, Becky had decided to bite the figurative bullet. Paul would be home in about 20 minutes. She pulled the new negligee out of her top drawer and slid it over her shoulders, letting the fantasy unfold in her mind. She imagined Paul, with several other men dressed in uniform, surrounding her.

Becky pulled the matching skimpy panties up, wondering how damp they might become before he even came home. The squaddies in her fantasy moved in on her, quickly pulling her clothes from her. She imagined eager, masculine hands caressing her skin, her limbs, her breasts.

She walked around her marital bedroom, lighting candles, imagining the sordid positions her military gang of lovers would assume. They might force her to her knees, here, at the end of the bed, each taking pleasure in her mouth. They would bend her over the front of the low dresser here, taking turns entering her.

Becky sat on the end of the bed and pulled on her tallest heels, picturing her own body lying prone, her lovers touching, kissing, and fucking her. She indulged in her fantasy for only a moment more before she stood to look in the mirror and assess the finished product.

Becky's fantasy was a minefield for so many reasons: it broke the couple's rule about bringing other people into their sex life. Plus, she didn't fancy any of Paul's mates, and if the authorities found out, there could be an awful lot of trouble. So Becky had kept quiet, letting her fantasy scenario play out only in her head. But she had realized that just because she told Paul about it, didn't mean that anything had to happen. After all, they hadn't acted out all of the fantasies they'd previously divulged; they were happy to just talk about many of them. This could be one of those fantasies. She applied a sheer pink colour to her lips and blew herself a kiss in the mirror.

Becky heard the key turn in the door and ran down the stairs. Paul was grinning even before he came in, but his grin widened when he saw what she was wearing. He was clearly in for a good time this evening. She took his hand, wordlessly, and pulled him over the threshold and towards the stairs – barely giving him enough time to shut the front door.

Clomping up the stairs in his heavy boots, Paul thought, as he often did, how lucky he was to have Becky. Many of the guys he worked with complained that their sex life had dwindled the longer they'd been with their partner. Of course, Paul and Becky weren't quite the rampant teenagers they'd been when they got together, but they still had sex several times a week. And it was rarely a single-position repetition of the last time they'd done it.

Paul knew that Becky loved him in uniform – she often accosted him on his return from work and dragged him straight to bed. Being a man, he certainly wasn't complaining, After all, it was really no different from him getting off on her wearing sexy outfits – much like the one she had on now.

Becky let go of Paul's hand and sauntered to the bed. She turned and sat, looking at him. As her gaze raked him from top to bottom, he felt his cock beginning to stir beneath his combats.

Becky took in the delicious sight of her husband and felt her pussy pulse in response. Everything, from the regulation boots to the beret on his head, screamed "fuck me!" And that's exactly what Becky intended to do.

"Come here, gorgeous," she said, in what she hoped was a seductive tone, "let me look at you."

Paul moved towards the bed, his cock rapidly hardening in anticipation. Becky reached out and grabbed his belt, yanking him towards her. Immediately, her hands grasped his t-shirt and untucked it from his trousers, sliding it high up his torso. Her lips met naked skin. She kissed his smooth, muscular stomach, then licked him, her tongue riding the ridges of his six pack.

Playfully, she poked her tongue into his belly-button. She could feel the heat emanating from his groin and couldn't wait to get her hands on his cock, but she knew it was worth waiting for. She slid her hands up to his nipples and tweaked them, grinning into his stomach as she felt him flinch. She released his nipples and moved her hands back down his body, purposely dragging her nails, not-so-gently, across his skin as she did so.

Without hesitation, Becky undid Paul's belt and combats, almost drooling in anticipation of what was beneath. And Paul had a surprise of his own – nothing. He'd gone commando today, so that all Becky had to do was reach down and manoeuvre his prick out of his trousers and into her waiting mouth.

Paul groaned at the sensation of his wife's hot wet tongue on his bell-end. She licked the shiny, purple head like it was an ice cream, lightly flicking into the tiny hole at the end and lapping up his pre-cum. Paul reached down and tangled his fingers in her hair for leverage. Smiling inwardly at her husband's impatience, Becky reached round to his buttocks, grasped them tightly and pulled him towards her, causing his cock to slide deeper and deeper into her throat. Soon, she could take no more and it took all of Paul's concentration not to come as he felt her gag reflexes tighten around his shaft.

"Babe," Paul said, his voice husky with lust, "you're going to have to stop that or I'll come. It feels bloody amazing."

Sliding his dick slowly out from between her lips, Becky replied, "Well, that's kind of the plan."

"I know, but I wanna come inside you – eventually."

"How about you return the favour, then?"

Becky slid Paul's shaft deep inside her mouth one more time, then back out with an audible "pop." She lay back on the bed, crossed her arms behind her head, and looked at her husband with a lecherous smile.

Paul instantly dropped to his knees on the carpet and shuffled closer to the bed. He grabbed Becky's ankles and pulled her so she was positioned with her ass on the edge of the mattress. He removed her tiny, frilly knickers, pulling them over her legs and off her feet, then he spread her legs wide. Dipping his head between her thighs, he inched slowly towards her pussy, purposely teasing her, like she had him. Taking a deep breath, inhaling the delicious scent of her, his cock leapt in response. Then he exhaled, sending a caress of warm air over her labia and clit.

Becky gasped at the sensation; her legs involuntarily drawing together. Now she could feel Paul's head against her inner thighs, his green beret tickling the delicate skin and its badge digging into her. She didn't care. All she really wanted to feel was his talented tongue dipping into her wetness, coaxing her to orgasm.

He didn't make her wait much longer. Paul slid his hands underneath her, cupping her ass and pulling her pussy onto his face. He brushed his face against her skin, the roughness of his stubble making her squeal and wriggle in his hands. He smiled, then drove his tongue into his wife's pussy. She tasted and smelled divine – Paul never could get enough of giving Becky head.

As he licked, sucked, and nibbled at her vulva, Becky's gasps and moans became louder and more abandoned, and he knew that it wouldn't be long before she came. Adding a finger to her pussy, he coated it thoroughly in her copious juices, and smeared them on her asshole. Knowing what was coming, Becky's anus twitched, as though trying to grab his finger. Stroking gently but firmly, Paul introduced his digit to her back passage, continuing to tongue her clit.

Once she'd relaxed a little, Paul pumped his finger in and out of Becky's tight hole. He felt it grow tighter and grip his finger, and with a final suck of her sensitive nub, Becky was spiralling into orgasm. Twitching and moaning, Becky came hard, Paul continuing to lick her until the contractions died down.

He clambered up and joined Becky on the bed, pulling her into his arms and stroking her hair as she recovered. She looked up at him and grinned lazily, still basking in the afterglow of her climax.

It was now or never.

"Sweetie," she said, looking coyly up at him through her lashes, "you know how you said we can tell each other anything?"

"Yes, of course. What is it?"

"You know how much I like you in your uniform, right?" Not wanting to give him a chance to reply, she continued, "Well, I've been keeping this one quiet for a while, but I sometimes think about group sex – with squaddies." She paused. "I know it can never happen, but it makes me horny thinking about it."

Paul remained silent. He had a faraway expression on his face, and Becky wondered what he was thinking about. Suddenly, he snapped out of it.

"You dirty bitch. Being serviced by different men gets you off, eh?"

Becky looked up, alarmed, but then she spotted the smirk playing on his lips.

"I'd quite like to share you out actually. My sexy wife sucking and fucking different cocks, all the while knowing I get to go home with you."

Pouncing on her and tickling her, they laughed and playfully wrestled until Paul ended up straddling his wife, pinning her wrists down. They quickly resumed where they'd left off before Becky's confession.

*

Days later, Becky's fantasy was the last thing on her mind as she wound her way down the aisles of the supermarket. She had a delicious meal planned for Paul, and was consumed with the upcoming line up of recipes. She hummed a tune as she drove home and unlocked the front door, propping it open so she could bring in all the bags. She flipped on the kettle and headed for their bedroom to take off her shoes before putting the shopping away.

It wasn't until she pushed open the door that she noticed something was amiss. However, before she could take anything in and make sense of it, Paul appeared from behind the door with a blindfold in his hands.

"I gotta surprise for you babe. Let me put this on."

Taken aback, but not perturbed, Becky smiled, pointing back towards the kitchen. "Just let me put the groceries…"

"Shhhh," he interrupted. "They'll be fine. Do as I say, turn around, and let me put this on you."

Becky's body responded immediately. She turned around so Paul could slip the silken material over her eyes. He tied it carefully so it wasn't uncomfortable for her, and took her hand. He led her towards the bed, pushed her gently onto it, and quickly joined her. Silently, he started to undress her, starting with her shoes and socks, then peeled her clothes away, layer by layer, until she was completely naked. She had been nude in front of her husband countless times, but somehow the blindfold made her feel more exposed – she didn't know what he was doing or how he was reacting to her nakedness.

"You trust me, right?"

Becky nodded a reply, still trying to work out what on earth was going on. She felt the bed shift as Paul's weight moved off it. She knew he hadn't gone far, she could hear noises that resembled the sound of clothing falling to the floor. It kind of sounded like he was undressing, but if that were the case, he was wearing an awful lot of clothing. She wondered if her ears were playing tricks on her.

Crawling back onto the bed, Paul straddled his wife, and that's when she realized he hadn't been undressing after all. She could feel the rough material of his trousers against her skin, and the stroke of cotton against her breasts as he leaned down to kiss her.

"You're beautiful. And I want you badly. Can you tell?" he asked, grabbing her hand and pressing her palm against his erection.

Nodding, Becky became very aware of the dampness between her thighs.

"You're a very attractive woman, Becky. You know that, don't you? I see men looking at you when we're out, and I don't blame them. In fact, I enjoy it. Because I know at the end of the day, you're mine, so I'll let them share you for a little while. They're looking at you now, you know. Do you want to see?"

As her lust-addled brain struggled to catch up, Becky's heart pounded in her chest when she realized what Paul was getting at. Did she want to see the men looking at her? Surely he hadn't? They'd always vowed never to risk their relationship by bringing someone else into it – even just for sex.

Not waiting for her reply, he leaned down to pull off the blindfold and Becky opened her eyes, amazed at what she saw. Standing tall and rigid…surrounding her from every side…were mirrors. Somehow, her crazy husband had sourced several, huge, freestanding mirrors and placed them around their bed. The results were impressive. Becky could see herself and Paul from an array of different angles –him, in uniform, she completely naked. There were reflections, and reflections of reflections – countless uniformed men straddling nude women. There were sheets scattered across the floor that had been covering the mirrors – the undressing noises she had heard earlier – and they added to the eerie sensation that she was in a universe filled with beds and lovers.

"The fantasy broke our rules baby, but you know I'd do anything for you, so I got as close as I could."

"I'm a very lucky girl," she replied, looping her hands around her husband's neck and pulling him down for a kiss, "I can't wait to be shared amongst all these men – fucking in lots of different positions and having a cock in every hole."

"Dirty bitch," he mumbled, against her mouth, "now let's see about that cock in every hole, shall we?"

Pulling away from the kiss, Paul straddled Becky, placing his knees on either side of her shoulders. He undid his trousers and pulled his prick out. It was rock hard, straining up towards his belly button. He pushed it down with his hand and began rubbing it over Becky's lips. She stuck out her tongue, and Paul brushed his cock against it, savoring the feeling of her talented tongue caressing his shaft.

Glancing to his right, Paul watched several men getting their cocks teased by several women. It was quite the turn on. Twisting his head a little more, he caught a glimpse of his wife's snatch in the mirror, pink and glistening. God, he couldn't wait to be in there. Turning back to the real version of events, he fed his cock into Becky's mouth so she could suck it properly.

Getting his bell end nice and wet, Becky teased him relentlessly, sliding his cock deep between her lips, almost deep-throating him. Then she pulled back until he almost popped out of her mouth. She gobbled his shaft down again and repeated the process. Just as he started to approach orgasm, Becky changed tack and started sucking at the shiny purple head of his cock, alternating between fast and slow movements. She knew how to drive him wild, and loved doing it.

If Becky strained her neck a little, she could see the reflection of the back of her uniformed husband, and herself, sprawled naked underneath him. Spreading her legs, she had an excellent view of her pussy, which in her opinion was desperately in need of some attention. Even from this viewpoint, she could see how swollen her labia and clit were. Popping Paul's cock out of her mouth, she said, "Baby, I'm so wet for you. Touch me."

Reaching around, Paul stroked his fingers over Becky's pussy. She was, indeed, very wet. He rubbed her vulva, then dipped a finger inside, coating it in her abundant juices. He brought it to her lips, and greedily, Becky sucked her own arousal from Paul's finger. He did it again, sliding two fingers inside her this time, then lewdly finger-fucked her mouth. The third time, he tasted her juices for himself.

Shifting his weight, he moved back down the bed and hopped onto the floor. He grinned up at Becky before he grabbed her ankles and yanked her towards him. She giggled, and caught sight of her face in the mirror, flushed but happy. She giggled again, but stopped abruptly as Paul spread her thighs and pressed his lips between them.

He licked and teased her, flicking the tip of his tongue across her vulva, barely touching her clit. He planted butterfly kisses and little nibbles on the delicate and sensitive skin of her inner thighs. It felt delicious.

Ever the obliging husband, Paul slid his hands under Becky's thighs and pulled her tighter to his face, so much so she wondered if he could even breathe. She swiftly forgot her worries as he began to work hard on her clit, alternating between long flat strokes of his tongue and small but fast flicks. What made it all the more exciting is she could see it from every angle; several uniform clad men feasting on her body. Becky closed her eyes and let the feelings wash over her.

After a few more minutes of Paul's expert ministrations, Becky felt herself tighten, both physically and mentally. She grew tighter and tighter – a rubber band on the edge of release. Sensing her approaching climax, Paul slipped his finger into her soaking hole once more and crooked it up towards her g-spot. At the same time, he pulled her clit gently into his mouth and began sucking in earnest. Together, the two movements released the elastic band; and Becky's climax hit her – hard.

Her whole body writhed on the bed as she called her husband's name, her cunt spasming wildly in the throes of orgasm. Paul watched his wife's reaction with undisguised delight. She was so beautiful when she came – completely wild and abandoned. He was desperate to bury his cock inside her and fuck her hard until she came again – then he'd pull out and cover her stomach with his cum.

Giving her a few seconds to recover, Paul wriggled his trousers and boxers down a little – enough so his movement wasn't restricted, but not so much that Becky wouldn't be able to see them in the mirror. Then he stood, leaning over the bed and looked at Becky. Once they had eye contact, he raised a questioning eyebrow as he stroked his eager cock. Smiling, Becky gave a nod, and that was all he needed.

Placing his hands beneath her thighs once more, he pulled her to the very edge of the bed, then lifted her bottom until she was at the right height. He used one hand to guide his stiff cock into her hungry pussy, and slid home. They both sighed as he buried himself balls-deep inside her. She was so wet he could feel her juices coating his cock, dribbling down his balls and saturating his pubic hair.

Pumping slowly in and out of her, he could see her craning her neck in order to see their coupling from myriad directions. He suspected she was probably checking out his ass, too. It wouldn't be the first time.

Albeit reluctantly, Paul slid his cock out of his wife's pussy, and lowered her bottom to the bed. Before she had chance to comment, he said, "Get on all fours."

Eagerly shifting into her favourite position, Becky shuffled to the edge of the bed, her ass wiggling tantalizingly before his eyes. He playfully slapped her cheeks, and then grabbed her and manoeuvred her so she was almost parallel along the bottom of the bed. He put one knee up on the bed and entered her once more.

The method to his madness quickly became clear. Though it was a little awkward, it was worth it. Twisting to see the mirror closest to where their bodies joined, Becky could see them in all their glory. Paul had deliberately spread her ass cheeks to give the best possible view, and she could see his thick cock splitting open her pussy lips and pounding into her. She could also see the crinkled skin of her asshole. Knowing Paul could too, she tensed and released, causing the tiny hole to open and close like a little mouth.

His cock stiffened further in response, and after giving a few more hearty thrusts into her cunt, he pulled out. Then he transferred some of her copious love juices from her pussy to her ass, working his finger, then two into her tight ring of flesh, preparing her. Soon, he felt her ass relax as it got used to the invasion, and he replaced his fingers with his cock.

Slowly, gently, so as not to hurt her, he inched his way into her bottom. He gritted his teeth as the iron grip around his cock threatened to inspire climax. Soon, he'd filled Becky's arse, and he gave her a moment to get used to the invasion.

A wiggle of her ass and a muttered, "OK," was his green light. He started with shallow movements, and as her ring opened up to him, he pounded harder, deeper, and faster. Judging from the noises Becky was making, she was enjoying it just as much as he. He noticed her head was turned to the side the whole time, watching them fucking. Her eyes roamed from her own face, to his, to her bouncing breasts, to where his cock kept disappearing inside her. She began pushing back against him, spurring him to go faster and faster.

It was then he knew he was never going to come on her stomach. There was no time for that. Reaching under Becky, he sought out her swollen and slippery clit, and pinched, rolled, and stroked it as he reamed her ass. Wailing like a banshee, Becky pushed more and more roughly against him, and he knew she was almost ready. So was he.

Seconds later, he felt the grip around his cock increase considerably, followed by rapid contractions. Becky was coming. The extra stimulation spurred on his own climax, and he pulled out quickly, spurting his hot spunk all over Becky's quivering ass cheeks and gaping rear hole. The couple moaned and groaned their way through their orgasms, and their eyes met in the mirror. Instinctively, they knew they were thinking the same thing.

They'd be sad to see those mirrors go.

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