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‘Time Out’ by Sean Michael
Val and Chaz broke up after Chaz safeworded unnecessarily during a scene. Can they find a way to come back together?
A few months ago, Chaz safeworded during a scene, just because he was feeling neglected and bitchy. Val was understandably upset that his sub lied, and the two of them split up. Now it’s months later and Val is miserable to be around, so his friend sends him to his private lake house to vacation and get over himself. At least, that’s what Val thinks is happening. In reality, Chaz has also been lured to the lake house and is waiting there so they can hopefully get back together.
Despite his shock at finding Chaz at the lake house, Val decides to do a scene. Will it be the last scene they share or will they find a way to move past what happened?
‘Strict Consequences’ by Morticia Knight
One proposition, one night. Could it be the beginning of a forever after for a Master and sub?
Garson teaches poetry and literature at the local college, but what he does on his own time is much different. His need for pain and dominance is strong, but his fear of letting go is stronger. He won’t let any Dom touch him sexually, and his other hard limits are even more extreme. But lately, his one-hour-a-week sessions haven’t been satisfying him anywhere near enough.
Jarvis finds the bookish and reserved Garson captivating. His love of extreme pain is thrilling. But there’s also a hedonistic wanton hiding beneath the surface of the detached sub, and Jarvis aches to be the one who sets him free. After waiting for a year to crack Garson’s carefully constructed shield, Jarvis conceives of a plan.
Garson knows he shouldn’t give in to Jarvis’ proposition that they spend an evening getting to know each other, but the reward of unlimited time in Jarvis’ dungeon is much too tempting. Or is it Jarvis who’s the most tempting thing of all?
‘Tagging Mackenzie’ by L.M. Somerton
Achieving a Dom’s undivided attention can have unpredictable consequences.
Steele Denton’s business doing custom paint jobs for fast bikes is booming. He’s in demand and has a reputation for being a perfectionist. Tattooed and intimidating, Steele is also in demand as a Dom at his local BDSM club, Chain of Thorns. He requires perfect submission from any sub he deigns to play with.
Mackenzie Soames is desperate for Steele to notice him, but he might as well be invisible. He has no idea how to get invited into the VIP members’ area that Steele rarely strays from, so he concocts a plan to get Steele’s attention. Kenzie is a talented graffiti artist with a secret identity, known only by his tag, a pair of handcuffs. He spray-paints a BDSM scene on a wall at the side of Steele’s workshop, hoping Steele will see the security footage and track him down. However, Steele is working late and catches him in the act.
Steele recognizes Kenzie from the club and demands twenty-four hours of sexual slavery as penance for the graffiti. Kenzie has no choice but to agree and soon discovers that being Steele’s sub will either make him or break him.
‘Bad Idea’ by Lily Harlem
Bad ideas can sometimes be the best!
Roughneck Riders are not an MC club you mess with, least of all their rough and tough gang leader Heavy. But Heavy has a secret that has to be kept, no matter what—his heart belongs to a man. It shouldn’t. He’s supposed to be into women, like the other guys in the club. Junk is just too cute to resist, though. Add in his delectable body, his sweet submission and his willingness to accept Heavy’s sadism, and the couple are a perfect match.
Junk’s a probie, proving his worth to the club and demonstrating his mechanical know-how. He’s lived on the edge for a long time, flitting from one place to the next. But now that he’s settling in as a Roughneck, life is looking up. Not least because he’s in love—soul-eating, cock-thickening, obsessive love. He can’t tell anyone about his desire for Heavy, but what he can do is push his lover’s buttons, all day, in full view of everyone, until he’s damned sure the night will bring a whole host of sinful delights and wicked punishments that will leave him marked, bruised and, most of all, wholly satisfied.
‘Safeword’ by Samantha Cayto
A dangerous game turns into unexpected pleasure…
Carter’s dream of running from his abusive family into the arms of the perfect Dom has been shattered. Virtually enslaved by a vicious arms dealer, he has to submit to any man his master gives him to.
Undercover agent Damien Crow is close to putting away the arms dealer he’s been hunting for years. All he has to do to gain the man’s trust is ‘play’ with the pretty boy with the frightened eyes and alluring corset piercing down his back. Being straight and not a practicing Dom, he has doubts he can pull off the effort. One look at his playmate changes his mind. The stakes are high, and he must put on a good show.
At first, Carter assumes Damien is just another brutal Dom to survive. But the big, brooding man reignites his passion and gives him something Carter hasn’t had in years—a safeword. It might be his last chance to enjoy being a sub and he embraces the role no matter what the consequences.
‘Earning his Leathers’ by S. Dora
Call him old-fashioned, but Connor believes a Dom should earn his leathers.
Connor Lee is very much into both men and BDSM. He already knows he’s a Dominant within the game of sex and power. He just wants to become a damn good Master. When he gets the opportunity to become part of an exclusive group of men who share his philosophy, he’s willing to submit to their rites of passage.
His appointed tutor isn’t Connor’s cup of double espresso by any stretch of the imagination. Stone Carver is dark, tall, muscled and he has the face of a man who has seen one fight too many. Stone notices Connor’s hesitation and sends him away to find someone to have fun with, and to return when he has made up his mind.
Connor meets Jesse, who is everything he has ever dreamed of, and he wants nothing more than to stay with the sweet—potential—submissive. He decides, however, to meet the challenge of submitting to Sir Stone, promising to return to Jesse after he has earned his leathers.
During one long day of pain, pleasure and a smidgeon of humiliation, Sir Stone teaches Connor more than he had bargained for. But has he learned enough to be the Dominant Jesse deserves?

Masturbation Monday - DESSERT

Welcome to Masturbation Monday. Here's a sexy little teaser from Dessert my novella written entirely from the male point of view, perfect to read aloud to the man in your life to get him in the mood!


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Nyotaimori was new for me, eating my dinner off a beautiful naked woman an experience I’d never been lucky enough to indulge in. So when a customer treated me to a meal at The Geisha Plate it was an effort to keep my cock under control and my focus on the food. Damn, it had been a while! 
But control myself I did—until, that is, the spice levels cranked to boiling point and dessert turned out to be a mind-blowing, soul-twistingly delicious blowjob. I instantly craved more. 
Plus I’m not a guy who likes debt. I had to return the favor by hook or by crook; it was an urge that threatened to consume me. Luckily my lovely Geisha girl turned out to be the sweetest woman I’d ever had the pleasure of pleasuring, and her healthy appetite for getting raw and naked with me for starters, main course and dessert turned out to be a wild ride for my every fantasy, and enough to keep me more than satisfied in every department. 
Please note Dessert was previously published with different cover art. 


I poured another shot of sake, rasped my hand over my stubbled chin and sighed. Fleetingly, thoughts of our business conversation popped into my mind but before I knew it my gaze was roaming the woman before me and I was appreciating the sight. Several grains of the rice I’d spilled were still on her flesh. There was also a seaweed-like strand of nori on her right thigh, curled in the shape of a question mark. And although the scent of cooking filled the air, I could almost believe the subtle scent of woman was also tickling my nostrils—petals, sugar and spice. Suddenly she flicked her eyes open. I wouldn’t have noticed except that I was staring at her face when those long lashes fluttered upward. My heart flipped in surprise and a bubble of both suppressed lust and shock popped in my belly. She stared straight up at me with the darkest brown eyes I’d ever seen. Eyes that held such richness and such depth I could have just jumped straight in and drowned a happy man. She poked out the tip of her tongue, pointed and pink, and swept over the scarlet lipstick at the center of her mouth. My dick responded to the action. It had settled slightly but was instantly heading back to full hardness. I tried to will it into submission but without success. That damn tip of her tongue was just too much for the dirty side of my imagination. She moved her arms, dainty movements, but they seemed startling after such a prolonged period of stillness. She rose, her breasts shifting from their side-sloped position to a perfect palmful of softness with heavy undersides. Her nipples stayed jutting out, like ripe cherries topping cupcakes. “Mr. Alan,” she said in a tinkling little voice. “Are you ready for dessert?” “I-I, er, yes…yes.” Why was I stuttering? I never stuttered. The pale corners of her mouth tipped and the reflection of the candles sparkled in her eyes. She slid to the very edge of the table and the flower covering her pussy lips fell to the floor as well as the few remaining grains of rice and the clinging piece of nori. Instinctively, I reached for the flower, clasped the short stalk and handed it to her, at the same time wondering what she would use as modesty when she left the booth to order my dessert. “Thank you,” she said. Her voice was almost singsong, music to my ears, a tickle to my cock. I struggled to keep my attention on her face. For although I’d stared at her luscious body for over an hour, now that she was moving there were a whole load of other pretty curves and seductive shapes to appreciate and study. Sexual awareness simmered inside me and the effect of her proximity vibrated in my belly so hard I was sure she’d be able to feel it in the air. “Please rest back,” she said, nodding to the solid wall that held the bell and the row of candles. I couldn’t have rested on the wall directly behind me, it appeared made of paper with a crisscross of dark wooden struts. I twisted and shuffled backward, the stiff fullness of my dick hindering my movements. “I hope you enjoy your dessert as much as you have enjoyed your main course,” she said, dropping to her knees in the small gap between table and my cushion-style chair. Her shiny raven-black hair spread over her shoulders, several strands skimming the rise of her breast, the blunt ends twirling around her nipples. “Well, yes, I am sure I will. The food here is lovely.” I gulped as she placed her elegant hands on my knees. Her nails were long and painted pale pink. Her gaze stayed locked on mine. What is she doing? She smoothed her palms up my thighs. My skin was hypersensitive, I was so turned-on by her nakedness and the rubbing of the cotton on my leg. A new glut of lust shot to my cock. I glanced at the curtain, opened my mouth to speak. “Shh,” she soothed, her eyelids drooping as though heavy with a lust that matched my own. “No one will come in.” “But—” “Just enjoy your dessert, Mr. Alan. For you it is all part of the service at The Geisha Plate.” Her gaze was so intense I could hardly breathe. And when the tips of her fingers brushed the bulge at my groin I did actually stop breathing. Held my breath tight as though I was about to jump into the ocean for a deep-sea dive. She licked her lips, slowly, suggestively, smudging the red blob of lipstick at the center. Is she going to do what I think she is? No! My whole body was strumming with primal tension. My balls ached and boiled, my gut clenched. If I’d felt a little drunk before, now I was as sober as a rock. I was here in the moment, caught up in the spell she’d weaved around me. “Relax,” she said, cupping my dick through my pants. “Relax and let me suck your penis into my mouth.” Fucking hell! Blowing out a breath, I balled my fists. Had I heard her right? Had she really just said she was going to suck my penis into her mouth? Maybe I wasn’t as sober as I thought and I was hearing things I wanted to hear. Because right now, the idea of her sucking my cock was the most beautiful thing I could imagine. She tilted her head, her hair shifting on her shoulders like a river of silk. Her super-long lashes batted against her cheeks. “You would like that, wouldn’t you, Mr. Alan?” What man wouldn’t? This was a dream come true. A blowjob all part of the service. Hell yeah! “I, er, yes,” I managed in a raw, throaty voice. I glanced at the bell. The inappropriate touching rule came back to me. Fuck, she was stroking my shaft through my pants. I was sure that would class as inappropriate. Highly inappropriate. The tiniest of giggles escaped her lips. “Oh, you are a worrier,” she said, rising up slightly and reaching for my zipper. “But I like that, it means you don’t take women for granted.” “No. No definitely not. And as long as you are sure then…ah…ah…” My dick surged as she reached into my clothing and pulled my shaft free. I stared down at her skillful stroking movements. “Jesus, really?” I gasped. “Yes, really.” Her hands were shockingly small and pale against my swollen, dark-with-arousal member. I couldn’t help a rush of male pride at the size of myself in comparison to her. “You are a good man, Mr. Alan,” she said. “And now you can enjoy your dessert, but, sh…” She closed her fingers around my hard-on. “You must be quiet so as not to disturb other diners.” She dipped her head and I saw the almost translucent whiteness of her scalp where her hair parted. Oh fuck, keep quiet, John. Don’t make this end.



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Sunday Snog - The Silk Tie

Welcome to Sunday Snog, this week a snippet from The Silk Tie which is available as ebook and on audio - the great thing about audio is you can listen for FREE when you sign up for an Audible Trial.

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Professional life in the City of London is tough going which is why my husband Gabe and I live by the motto work hard and play hard. So when something, or rather someone, comes along that changes how he wants to play I’m intrigued by our sexy new game. 
But there's always private sides to the ones you love, and in this case new thoughts and desires are stealing Gabe’s dreams. It’s not until I meet Brent—gorgeous and sophisticated yet soul-achingly alone—that I begin to understand the complex layers of Gabe’s needs and exactly what I have to do. 
But I’m not afraid; in fact the idea of two men turns me the hell on. In a whirlwind of romance, fear, desire and a new cresting wave of passion we open up to each other, testing the water for one weekend only. Or is it? Will we ever be the same again? Can Gabe and I survive our decision to let a third into our bed? Can Brent just walk away and, more importantly, will we let him? 


“No matter what happens, remember I love you,” Gabe said. “You’re my wife, my soul mate. Nothing can change that.”“I know, and you remember that this is your moment of fun with Brent. Go with it. Forget I’m here. Realize the fantasy.”“I doubt I’ll forget that you’re here…” He paused and smiled. “Well, maybe a little.”I ran my hand down his chest then smoothed it over the lower curve of his defined pectoral muscles. “I put out the lube and condoms.”He glanced at the locker. “Thanks.”There was a knock at the door.We both looked at each other then at the entrance to the room.The door opened and Brent walked in.He wore tight black boxers and nothing else. Like Gabe’s, his hair was damp.He shut the door up and stood still, staring at us.Gabe dropped his hands from my face and I took a step away.“It’s dark in here,” Brent said.“Too dark?” Gabe asked. “I can open the curtains.”“No, it’s perfect,” Brent said, walking around the end of the bed and up to Gabe. “I can see you but it’s not dazzling. My eyes are adjusting now.” He smiled and gestured to the chair, looked my way. “You’ve found your viewing position, I see.”“Yes.” I nodded.He stepped past Gabe, reached for my hand and drew my knuckles to his lips. “I hope you enjoy the show.”I swallowed. “I’m sure I will.”He released me and turned to Gabe.I admired Brent’s torso as he moved. Long and sleek, his muscles rippled gently beneath the surface. He didn’t appear to have any fat on him, he was just neat, harnessed strength. And his boxers covered an impressive bulge, the outline of which was easily made out. I’d guess he was already half-mast just with the anticipation of fucking Gabe.“You smell good,” he said to Gabe as he ran the tip of his index finger over Gabe’s shoulder and down his bicep. “Delicious, in fact.”Gabe tensed. “Thank you.”“Relax,” Brent said. “You want this.”“I do,” Gabe said, “I want you.”Brent smiled then leaned forward and kissed my husband.I stood and watched, mesmerized, the way I had been when I’d spied on them. Their large jaws moved in time. Both men had their eyes shut and the dance of their mouths showed their sleek tongues touching and exploring.Gabe moaned a little, how he did when he became lost in a kiss, and he set his hands on the sides of Brent’s waist. The touch seemed a little hesitant, a bit awkward, though I could tell he was completely invested in the kiss.Brent pulled back a fraction. He rested his palm on Gabe’s cheek then turned to me. “Come here, Hayley.”I did as he’d asked. “What?” I asked quietly. My heart was thudding—just seeing them kiss did seriously stimulating things to my libido.“Kiss him,” Brent said. “Kiss your husband.”That was an instruction I didn’t need to be given twice.Brent kept his hand on Gabe’s face as I meshed my lips with Gabe’s, prodding his tongue with mine and absorbing the lingering flavor of Brent in his mouth.When I broke the kiss, Brent placed his hand on my face, too, so he was holding us both.“You two are hot together,” he said smiling. “And so perfect for one another. I feel honored that you’ve let me in to fulfill a fantasy.”“We feel the same about you being here,” Gabe said. He touched Brent’s mouth with his fingertips and traced the shape of his lips.Brent smiled and gazed at Gabe. He then dropped his hand from my face and, as I’d done earlier, he caressed Gabe’s chest.I felt Gabe’s shoulder shift against mine as he sucked in a breath. Being touched sensually, by a man, was what he’d wanted.“I didn’t think you’d bother with jeans,” Brent said, slipping his hand down to Gabe’s waistband.“I’m commando,” Gabe said with an almost shy smile.Brent waggled his eyebrows. “Really?”“Yes, really.”“Let’s have a look then, shall we?” Brent sank to his knees so his face was level with Gabe’s groin.He undid the top button on Gabe’s jeans, then the next and the next. His big fingers worked slowly but steadily and his face held a serious expression of concentration.Gabe was utterly still at my side.Brent released the last button then tugged and shifted the jeans down to Gabe’s knees.Gabe’s cock sprung forward, stiff and thick. The veins were raised and it jutted jauntily toward Brent’s face.“Commando works for me,” Brent said. He swept his tongue over his bottom lip and stared at Gabe’s erection.“I need…” Gabe kicked a little and rid himself of his trousers completely. “To lose these.”Brent smiled and shoved the jeans aside. He didn’t take his gaze from Gabe’s cock. “Good, naked is how I like you best, so it seems.”I liked Gabe naked too, but I wasn’t about to speak and break the sizzling connection between the two men. It was almost palpable. The air was alive with need.Brent slid his palms up from Gabe’s knees to his thighs then tickled his fingers through Gabe’s wiry pubic hair.Again Gabe tensed. He swayed too.“You have an incredible dick,” Brent said. “I want to taste it.”“Okay…” Gabe said, his voice breathy and light. “I mean yes…please do.”Brent smiled, but only briefly because then he opened his mouth, leaned forward and took the head of Gabe’s cock between his lips. He gripped Gabe’s shaft with his right hand and with his left, scooped up his balls.“Ah, fuck,” Gabe said. He toppled backward a few inches before adjusting his balance.I snapped out my arm and curled it around his waist, felt his weight sag against me as I supported him.“That’s…oh, God, your mouth on me…Brent.”Gabe didn’t need to say the words. Brent’s mouth, stretched around the flare of Gabe’s cock, was a beautiful and highly erotic sight.Brent slid Gabe’s shaft deeper. His eyes were shut and his jaw pulled wide. He fed Gabe in, slipping his fingers over his erection.Gabe reached out and weaved his fingers into Brent’s hair. “Fucking hell,” he gasped.Brent kept going. I knew how much of Gabe I could take in my mouth, and it wasn’t to the root but Brent was nearly there now. His cheeks bulged and his nostrils flared. I could hear him breathing hard through his nose.Gabe panted and stared downward.I held him tight, my nipples peaking against my floaty sundress and my pussy dampening the gusset of my knickers.“Ahh, yeah…”Gabe said, rocking his hips forward.Brent’s face became buried in Gabe’s pubic hair. His shoulders were raised, tense, and his hand that had gripped Gabe’s cock now squeezed Gabe’s hip, his knuckles were paling.I knew he’d be fighting his gag reflex. He had Gabe so deep, so far down.He began to withdraw.Gabe’s cock came into view, inch-by-inch, saliva-coated and shiny.Gabe dragged in a deep breath then blew it out slowly.Brent took hold of Gabe’s shaft again and held it tight. He pumped from the base to the tip several times, pulling on the skin and working his tongue over and into the slit.Gabe moaned and flexed his hips.“Ready for more?” Brent asked, looking up at Gabe.“Yes,” Gabe said. “Absolutely.”

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Saturday Spankings

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, this week a snippet from In Expert Hands.
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Imogen White has it all—a high-flying career, a prestigious London home and friends she knows will fight her corner. She’s going up, and she’s in control, she’s also got the hots for one very important, very sexy client. 
Kane Ward is a self-made billionaire whose determination to be the best of the best has left him alone. He has everything money can buy, yachts, jets, and villas in all four corners of the globe, but even he can’t buy time to suit his needs. 
And his needs are very specific, his desires a particular shade of kink and his tastes anything but vanilla. So when he sets his sights on Imogen it’s a given that things are going to get dark, that pleasure will be laced with pain and determining his success will be measured by her blushes and gasps and cries of delight. But Imogen doesn’t need to worry, she’s in expert hands and her every fantasy is about to come true—and then some she’d never imagined even in her wildest dreams. 


“If you’re willing,” he said, pulling his shirt from the waistband of his trousers. “I’d like to strip you, harness you to the cross and then show you how pain can mix with pleasure to produce outstanding orgasms.”“What an offer.” Imogen watched as he peeled off his shirt, revealing his broad, taut chest and his defined abs.“It’s an offer I don’t put on the table very often,” he said, tossing the shirt next to a large red blanket.“And why is that?” Imogen sat. Her buttocks were still tingling.“Because I’ve found that the last few years I’ve become very selective about who I want to play with.”“And why is that…Sir?” Imogen touched her collar.He smiled. “Because I want to connect, emotionally, not just physically when I play now.” He took hold of the zip at the front of her outfit and slid it down to her navel.The material gaped and loosened around her breasts.“I want to connect with you,” he whispered. “I want to get into your head not just your body. I want to find out everything about you, even things you don’t know.”A tremble ran up her spine. She wanted him to find out everything too. Take her to these places he’d promised.“Yes,” she said. “I want that too, Sir.”He pulled the zip down to her crotch then kept on going, sliding it through her legs. “Stand.”She did.He stepped around her and tugged the zip upward from the other side, exposing the cleft of her ass.Her pussy quivered and she was aware of dampness on her intimate folds. Kane slipped his hand beneath the material and smoothed over her hot skin. “It will be perfect,” he said. “Trust me.”“I do.”“So let’s get started.” He gripped the top of the outfit and eased it down her shoulders.
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Get Filthy With That Filthy Book

His Prize - by Doris O'Conner

Thanks so much for having me on your blog today, Lily, with my newest release His Prize. I fell hopelessly in love with all of The Cleaners when I was writing Ren and Susie’s story, and I hope readers will too. His Prize was, in fact, my first attempt at writing dark romance and I enjoyed it so much that the series was born. All of The Cleaners will find and claim their ladies in future books, so look out for them. J
Now without further ado, I give you Ren and Susie. Enjoy!


Blurb: It’s the choice of her life—submit or die.
When Susie Elliot stumbles into the middle of a clean-up, undertaken by none other than Ellis Reynolds, she expects her life to be over. No one disturbs this ruthlessly efficient killer and lives to tell the tale.
The man they call Ren has no time for tender feelings, but there is something about the curvaceous redhead that calls to him. Rather than killing her he claims her as his prize. One night should be more than enough time to get her out of his system. However, Susie’s submission means Ren has to confront emotions, completely alien to him. Killing is easy. This relationship thing is fraught with problems.
When his criminal activities catch up with him, loyalties are tested to the max, and Susie has another choice to make—walk away, or stay and accept the darkness within.
Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, impact play

 Excerpt:
“Problem, Sir?” she asked and did her best to glare at him. “You mean apart from being kept a prisoner by you?”Her frown deepened when Ren swung his head back and laughed.“Yes, apart from that small detail. And watch the sass. You’re not in a position to exhibit any. I still owe you a punishment as it stands. I’m referring to the loan sharks, for starters.” He paused to assess her reaction, and when she simply stared at him, seemingly lost for words, he smirked. “They won’t bother you again, as I’ve pointed out the error of their ways of collecting on our territory. Once they realized you were a Huntly girl, they couldn’t have been more cooperative. Shame, really, I’d have enjoyed killing them…”A strangled groan escaped her at his words, and he drank in her sudden fear. “Which leaves yourpunishment.”Her eyes widened when he walked over to the rack where he kept his assortment of impact play toys. Running his fingers slowly along them he kept an eye on her expression. The whip made her tense, whereas the flogger made her breathing speed up in seeming anticipation. The cane elicited a similar reaction to the whip, whereas the paddles didn’t seem to faze her at all. In the end he settled for one of his personal favorites. He knew he made the right decision when she didn’t seem capable of tearing her eyes away from the riding crop. She jumped when he slapped it into his open hand, and shivers raced over her skin as he traced the end around her nipples. The little pink nubs firmed under the gentle pressure he used, and Susie gasped when he slapped the underside of each breasts with the end of the crop. Not hard enough to truly hurt her, just enough to leave a very satisfactory red mark behind. Her sweet musk increased, and a quick glance between her open legs confirmed what Ren already knew. She was getting off on this. Her ex had been most informative in the end. Then again, being strung up by one’s balls tended to make a man sing like a fucking canary. Ren knew all he needed to about this delightful young woman. A natural submissive, she’d thrived under the experienced Doms in the club, Ren, too, occasionally attended. She had been less responsive to Brian’s brand of sadism. Then again that wanker wouldn’t know what to do with true submission if it hit him in the ass and bit him. He’d only been interested in getting Suzie trained up, so that he could sell her on. When the redhead had realized his plans, she’d run. Straight to Huntly and ultimately Ren, which meant her delectable curves were now his for the taking.He ran the tip of the crop lower, over the quivering flesh of her rounded belly, until he hit the juncture of her thighs. A groan escaped his girl when he teased the crop up and down either side of her slit, and her puffy lips swelled further as more blood rushed to the area. Her clit stood even more erect, and Suzie’s whole body stiffened when he ran lazy circles around that bundle of nerves. The chains clanked, her toes curled under, and her breaths came in short, staccato bursts. More of her sweet musk escaped her clenching hole and dribbled down into the cleft of her ass, as her body climbed toward release. “I haven’t given you permission to come, pumpkin, remember that.”Another one of those cock hardening groans was her response, and chuckling Ren increased the pressure he used, while Suzie bit her lips so hard she drew blood in her seeming effort to control her body. The fact that she did wasn’t lost on him. The girl’s submissive streak ran deep, and she had been well trained indeed to respond to his command so instinctively.“Good girl, how close are you right now?” Ren withdrew the crop after one long last swipe through her sodden slit, which left the leather soaked in her juices. Such a fucking turn-on.When she didn’t answer him, he brought the crop down hard on her quivering clit.Susie screamed and bucked against her restraints, and the fire in her passion glazed eyes when she glared at him made his balls ache anew. There she was, his little hell cat.“I asked you a question, and I expect an answer, girl, otherwise, I shall leave you strapped up liked this all night, and in a chastity belt to boot, with both your holes plugged and no chance of any relief soon.”Ren smirked at the way she frantically shook her head.“Sir, please. I … don’t I get a safeword?”Tears streamed down Susie’s face, and Ren shook his head in wry amusement.“How cute that you think this is an option here. Let’s get one thing straight, girl. You’re mine, and I’m going to do to you what I damn well please, and there isn’t a thing you can do to stop me.”Susie sniffed and gave a reluctant nod.“Fine, but I hate you.”The words were brave, but there was no conviction behind them, and when Ren resumed the slow torture of her clit with the end of the crop, Suzie’s feminine mewls of need told him an entirely different story.“So you say, but your body wants me anyway. Here, taste how wet you are for the man you profess to hate.”Ren slowly brought the crop up her curves, leaving a wet trail of her arousal behind on her flawless skin, and it was a matter of moments to shove the crop past her lips.A gasp was his reward, and Ren smiled.“Lick it clean, and then tell me again how much you hate what I’m doing to you.”
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About Doris:
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Snowdonia Trip

Wales is such a beautiful country and never fails to make me fall a little bit more in love with her whenever we go exploring.


Last weekend Mr H and I took a trip to Snowdonia National Park. We stayed on a farm (I even got up early to help feed the lambs which was wonderful!) in the middle of the countryside. Buzzards swooped overhead, the sheep called constantly to one another and the gentle breeze blew down from the snow-capped mountains in the distance.
We were very lucky and got to experience so much. We had snow and mountains, sunshine and beach, a wonderful forest walk with waterfalls.
Here are a few pictures starting with the mountains...

Snowdon Mountain Range




Trekking up - not for the faint-hearted, it's sheer drop to the right of these makeshift steps.

Nearly there. Black Lake.

View from the top. Coast in the distance.

Back at base camp for a welcome bottle of Snowdon lager!


Beach! If you look close there is a castle in the distance jutting into Cardigan Bay.

My doggie enjoying the waves.

View from the kitchen window of our little holiday cottage.

There's always one!

Forest Walk.


Swallow Falls.

Glass of wine on the last night of our trip.
If ever you get the chance to visit Snowdonia National Park, I highly recommend it, there is so much to see. We can't wait to go back again :)

Breathe...

Masturbation Monday - Desk Job #erotic #menage #romance by Lily Harlem

Welcome to another Masturbation Monday! Here's a snippet from my new release DESK JOB.

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It’s just another PA job, right? Okay, the CEO is hot, and his partner hotter, but that doesn’t mean Stella Wright has to fall for their erotic brand of seduction. Does it? 
Who is she kidding? Stella is only human, she has bills to pay and insecurities about how she looks the same as we all do. So when Andre Bramon asks her to work on more than just dictation she can’t resist. 
Tristan Wainwright is a different matter. Brooding and dark, he barely has time to ask her to do anything. Then when he does finally pause, noticing her, all that pent up energy reaches a boiling point. 
Before long Stella is swept up in a passionate love affair with not one man, but two. She never expected a threesome to be part of her job description, though now…well, perhaps it might prove to be the perfect solution to a whole host of her problems.



“It’s fun when Andre’s here,” he said, pressing close so his chest was against mine. “But I can’t deny I was looking forward to having you to myself for the first time.”“And what did you have in mind, Mr. Wainwright?” I asked, wriggling my hips as he tugged at my knickers.“Something I think you’ll enjoy.”I kicked my underwear away. “I think you should show me instead of just talking about it.”“So do I.” He maneuvered himself over me, taking his weight on his elbows.I spread my legs, welcoming him closer and loving the feel of his strong body covering mine.“Never doubt how beautiful I find you,” he said.I reached up and cupped his face, stared into his dark eyes. God, he was beautiful too.“And how much I want you.” He shifted his hips and his cock head sat my entrance.“Show me,” I whispered.“Condom.”“No.” I frowned. “What I meant to say is, I’m on the pill.”“Are you sure? I mean, everything...”“It’s fine. All good.”“Okay.” His jaw tensed, he pushed forward.I willed myself to relax.“Fuck, this bit alone makes me want to come.” He let his mouth fall open.“Not yet.”“No, definitely not yet.” His eyes sparkled. “I want to feel you coming around my cock first.”I gasped as he took another inch, stretching me with his wide girth. “Tristan.”He eased in some more, a gentle ride to full depth.I released his face and reached downward, gripping his taut buttocks.“You feel amazing,” he murmured. “Fucking amazing.” He rocked forward, his body catching against my clit.I groaned and fluttered my eyes shut. What a start to the day.“Just feel,” he whispered as he pulled out and pushed back in. “Relax and feel how much I adore you, how hard you make me, so fucking hard.”“Yes...” Oh, and I could feel. He was getting it just right. The speed, the depth, the pressure. An orgasm was already rising. It was just a seed, the thought of one, but it was building into a promise.I allowed myself to get swept away on sensation and lose myself in everything that was Tristan and how he was making love to me. And that’s what it felt like, making love. Not fucking or having sex for the sake of it, but making love. Two souls connecting. He’d consumed my world, claimed every sense. He was so deep inside of me, buried in my core.His breathing rate sped up. My heart raced.The need to claim release was building. A dense climax stacked up in my pelvis and with his cock rubbing my G-spot, his body stimulated my clit to the extreme.“Oh fuck ... don’t stop,” I said on a gasp.“I won’t.” His voice was strained. “No way, I won’t ... ah yeah...”I opened my eyes and stared straight into his. “I’m coming...”“Me too ... oh ... fuck...” He gritted his teeth though his piercing concentration on my face didn’t waver.I allowed myself to tumble into orgasm. I clutched his ass cheeks as pleasure ripped through my body. I trembled and shook. My heart seemed to skip a beat and bliss shot to my fingers and toes and the top of my head. “Oh God, more...”He gave it, not changing the speed and depth he fucked me as he claimed his own orgasm. He came with a strangled cry, then caught my mouth in a hot, passionate kiss.I clung to him with all of my limbs. Pulled him deeper still. I was hot and tingling, my heart swollen with love for the amazing man in my arms and inside of me.“That was incredible,” he said against my lips. “Can we spend all day doing this?”I giggled, a breathless, heady sound. “Suits me.”He smiled and kissed me again. It was a long, gentle kiss and by the time he broke away, his cock had softened inside of me.I let my legs flop to the side and ran my hands over his warm back. “I think I might take a bath.”He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah, you should do that. I don’t think the bath has ever been used.”“What?”He chuckled. “I’m a shower type of guy, quicker.”“And you’re always in a rush.”“Got it in one. But not today.” He pulled out then stood from the bed. “I’ll go and run it for you. Make sure the damn thing works okay.”As he walked, naked, to the ensuite, I admired his ass. He had a few red marks on his buttocks, scratches, evidence of the pleasure he’d just given me. I liked those marks, they made me feel territorial, he was mine. Everyone else, hands off.Mine.

Grab your copy of DESK JOB from Evernight, Amazon /Amazon UK and ARe and if you missed my other menage a trois novel set in London, grab MUSCLING IN  from Evernight, Amazon / Amazon UK and ARe.
Remember, the more the merrier when it comes to London Menage!
Check out the other Masturbation Monday posts - have fun.

Our Sexy Vacation TOY BOY ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MySexyAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS137 #cougar #erotic #romance

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday. This week we're chatting sexy vacations so what better than a trip to beautiful Greece to sail around the clear waters? Add in a hunky Toy Boy and what can go wrong...?

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Getting something unexpected can be a shock, but it can also be a wonderful treat, if you allow yourself to indulge, that is.
Kay is bubbling with excitement. She’s booked a sailing holiday of a lifetime in Greece with a man she’s fallen for hook, line and sinker. They met on the Internet. She’s from Oxford, he’s from Washington State. She’s a business lecturer, he runs his own successful business.
They’re perfect for each other, and she can’t wait to meet him and spend time in and out of his bed, allowing him to seduce her for real and not just with softly spoken words over the telephone.
But when she arrives in the idyllic port of Fiscardo, she’s in for a shock. There’s a reason Sullivan’s photographs were grainy, and it’s not because he’s sporting a potbelly or balding as she’d suspected. It’s because he’s over a decade younger than her and could rival any Greek god in the looks department. What’s more, his sex appeal and lust for her is off the scale.
Should Kay take what she can with her ‘toy boy’ and have some fun in the sun or hop on the first plane back to England? It’s a tricky decision for a woman who believed she couldn’t be surprised by life anymore.

“Close your eyes.”I did as he’d asked.“Remember,” he said, “how we used to talk on the telephone?”“Yes.”“Imagine now, that you’re home, in bed, your cell propped against your ear. A candle lit in the room, everything silent except for my voice.”I pictured my room—smart cream curtains, matching bed linen and tasteful walnut furniture. When I put the pink lamp on, the light from it made my room glow golden and cozy .“We’re talking,” he murmured. “One of those late night talks where we’ve discussed our days, our plans, and I tell you that I’m feeling sexy, that I wish you were there, next to me. That I wish you were there for me to make love to and not halfway around the world and so out of reach.”His voice, all lazy and sexy, was transporting my emotions to our dirty conversations. “Yes,” I whispered.“You’d ask me to describe what I’d do, and I’d picture you, all pretty and sweet, lying in bed with me, dressed in black lace, your hair spread out on the pillow and your eyes full of love and lust and desire...for me.”My belly clenched and my sex pulsed.“I’d start by kissing you,” he went on. “Your mouth, your neck, the sweet spot where your necklace sat tonight... And while I did that, I’d explore your body, the way you would mine. Tracing contours, adoring every inch, learning which bits makes you gasp and groan. I’d make you squirm for more, find that place between your legs that made you pant and be unable to kiss me back because your entire body would be concentrating on pleasure. Then I’d enter you. You’d hold my cock so tight with your internal muscles that I’d feel like I’d been transported to Heaven. We’d stare down at where we’d joined, knowing it was perfect, that we were perfect.”“Sullivan...” I opened my eyes and tried to turn.“No.” He pressed his hands on my shoulders, keeping me still. “I haven’t finished.”

Grab your copy of Toy Boy from Amazon /Amazon UK, Totally Bound, ARe and all other good ebook retailers and fall in love with Greece and Sullivan.