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OUTRAGEOUS!

Visit the naughty new blog, OUTRAGEOUS, for a whole lot of fun...

Coming Together: In Vein

Check out this great new vampire anthology, edited by Lisabet Sari - all proceeds go to the charity Doctors Without Borders.



Helping Vampires to Save the World 
Let's face it. Vampires are sexy. Something about the undead stirs up our juices. Perhaps it's their irresistible power. Even when we know the danger, we're so very tempted to surrender to their all-consuming lust. Maybe we want to comfort them, to save them a lonely, bloody eternity. Maybe we secretly crave immortality ourselves.
Vampires are frequently portrayed as evil or at least amoral, viewing humanity from the jaded perspective of centuries. Now, though, vampires are doing their part to save the world.
Coming Together: In Vein is a brand new collection of vampire-themed erotica and erotic romance edited by Lisabet Sarai. All sales of this novel-length volume support Doctors Without Borders (Médecins Sans Frontières). MSF works in nearly 70 countries providing medical aid to those most in need regardless of their race, religion, or political affiliation. Right now, despite being barred from the country, MSF doctors and nurses are in Syria, working with patients from both sides of the civil war. They're performing surgery in caves and sneaking into refugee camps to distribute desperately needed medications. 
You can help MSF in its life-saving mission, simply by indulging your passion for vampires. Buy a copy of Coming Together: In Vein in ebook, Kindle format, or print. Enjoy! Then help spread the word! Every copy we sell has the potential to save someone's life.
The list of contributors includes many names you'll recognize. Every one of these authors has provided his or her work free of charge, to support the charitable aims of the project. Furthermore, the editor is giving away a free copy of her short story collection Body Electric  to everyone who buys a copy of Coming Together: In Vein. (For details of this offer, click here.) 
You'll find an excerpt below – just to whet your appetite. 
Sink your teeth into Coming Together: In Vein. Help our vampires save the world. 
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From “The Curse” by M. Christian

She was almost late coming into work. Unheard of, though no one would have noticed. She’d stood and stared at the bare bed, looking for some kind of evidence, some kind of physicality to match her filling memory. They’d stood on the balcony, looking at the stars and the brilliant lights of the city. A natural position, Ellie’s hands on the cold metal of the balcony, the other woman’s hands around her waist, her breath on the nape of her neck. A cascade, Ellie remembered, of goose bumps, but not from the cooling night. 
Hard daylight. Blinking, wrapped in a towel, she stepped out, looking for footprints, hand prints. Moisture, a sparkling flicker of dew, anything to prove it had really happened.
They’d kissed—yes, and she tasted her again in memory:  the pressure of lips, the heat of her, the rhythm of their breathing. They’d come inside, kissed by the foot of the bed. The whisper of her black satin dress, the sudden too-tightness of Ellie’s jeans. The surprising laughter when the kiss broke, when the high of their excitement crested. The way, then, the giggles had faded as she had put her hands on Ellie’s face, traced the contours of her cheeks, her jaw, the way she’d tapped Ellie’s nose, whispering “button” in a rich, throaty voice.
In the warming room, Ellie stood at the foot of the bed, turning so she was facing the way she remembered standing. Yes. Eyes brown with flickers of amber. Lips too full, too red, too silken to be anything but a fantasy running around in the real world. Lithe, boyish. She remembered how she liked to watch her move, liked to watch her walk barefoot across the apartment. Graceful, as if every muscle were elegantly conducted to some lovely score. 
Her shoes?  Yes… She’d kicked them off, near the foot of the bed. Without really thinking of the woman walking the hard pavement on thin, bare feet, Ellie dropped down to look, hoping for the reality of a simple black pump. Nothing, of course. Memories, but nothing else.
A glance at the clock brought up more—her face, glowing as if from low embers, smiling up at her. There, in her eyes was  the lust Ellie'd wanted, needed, but also something else, something finer, softer, kinder. There was something else there, in the dull red glow, something that had made Ellie’s heart melt as fast as her body. Liquid—yes, molten....
A glance at the clock also brought a slap of reality. 8:05. Half an hour on the bridge, fifteen minutes from the garage to the office. She was going to be late. 
Still, hurrying, there was no escaping the growing number of ghosts from the past, that expired night: brushing her hair brought up a voice, rich and rumbling, and the feel of strong fingers stroking the top of her head; doing her teeth was those same fingers brushing her lips, feeling them before another kiss…
Finally, she had to stop, had to put both hands on the edge of the sink and breathe deep. In and out. Strong, steady breaths. She was late, she needed to get dressed and get going. She had work to do, lots of work to do. If it had happened... if it had happened then it was nice, and that was all. It didn’t change anything. If it hadn’t, then the world was as it was. Ellie, her little place, her little life, her job—the days falling down, one by one.
Tears, hot on her cheeks. How she wanted it to be real.
Eyes open, puffy and red. Her face in the mirror, looking broken and small. But then she saw it, as real as a shoe, as foot and hand prints in night dew. Evidence, reality. Purple and harsh, sore, yes, but evidence none the less. A scarf would hide it, but not for now. Lateness, the bridge traffic, the walk from the garage, the firm, everything was gone from her mind. For now, as she stood in the window, the bruise on the slope of her neck was too priceless to hide, too real not to be stared at.

Green-Eyed Monster - Sunday Snog - From the Seven Deadly Sins anthology

Seven erotic tales from seven sinful sirens. The Seven Deadly Sins have never been so sexy! 
- Salaciously illustrated by John LaChatte.


Wow, this has been a fun project to be involved in. Steamy stories and naughty authors,  a glass of wine (or two), some raucous singing and a shockingly late night - what's not to love?
So the end product is now available, but going right back to the beginning I should tell you that I grabbed myself the sin of ENVY - find out exactly how I claimed my favourite transgression by visiting KD Grace's BLOG - and to whet your appetite I'm going to share a Sunday Snog steamy excerpt - but be warned all the stories are off-the-charts HOT and the illustrations that go with them, phew... grab that glass of chilled water!
ENVY - Green-Eyed Monster - is about Helen's desperation to have a penis, and how she feeds her obsession by watching the gay couple in the flat opposite hers. Night after night, she strokes her strap-on, imagining herself with them, joining in the fun, being a guy too. Of course things move on from her being a voyeur, because sometimes dreams do come true - even filthy ones!
* * * * * 
Suddenly he appeared in view again. Hair roughly dried, dark green towel wrapped around his waist. I could make out the bulge between his legs. Even flaccid his cock packed a good size.
He took another slug of beer then turned from the window and strode towards the hallway.
Quickly I fiddled with the straps on my cock, straightened them out and stepped in. I could get my apparatus on in a heartbeat these days I’d done it so often. Six months ago I would have shaken my head in confusion, now it was all that filled my mind. Wearing it, imagining it, longing for it.
What would it be like for real?
Another man, tall, blond, walked across the room with Dai. His name was Nick. Dai often spoke of his friend when we were waiting for the bus in the morning. I wondered if he knew how obvious it was from the light in his eyes that I’d guessed how much he loved him.
Dai smiled, spoke, then reached into the fridge and pulled out another bottle of beer. Flicked off the lid with a silver opener and passed the drink to his companion.
Nick sat on the armchair that was angled away from my window. Dai folded down opposite on a long, low cherry-red leather sofa. It had small silver feet that held it off the wooden floor and several over-stuffed black cushions lined the back.
I watched them talking and chugging on their beers. Wondering what two guys spoke about when no one else could hear. Lazily I stroked my cock, swiping my thumb into the slit and curling around the glans. I longed to feel dampness there, pre-cum, a sign that it was enjoying my ministrations.
Dai stretched sideways and put his beer on a table, beside a chrome lamp with a black velvet shade.
I gave a firm downward stroke so I applied pressure against my clit. It was clever, this strap-on, it had a hard, raised rubber patch in the panties that was designed to stimulate my tiny portion of pleasure-giving flesh.
I had to take what I could.
Nick moved to sit beside Dai. Reached over him and set down his drink. He stayed close, his lips curling into a smile as his his gaze dropped down Dai’s body.
Heat went to my pussy as blood pooled in my now stimulated clit. I knew what was coming next. It was always the same when Nick gazed at his lover then poked out the tip of his tongue, just a little, and licked his bottom lip.
I was suddenly aware of dampness on my inner thighs. My juice leaking through the gap in the crotch. I couldn’t ejaculate like they could. My arousal was more of a constant stream of moisture. Some women could, so I’d heard, but it had never happened to me. Perhaps I should work on honing that skill. But still, would it really be the same as having pleasure surging up and out in powerful jets? Would it be the release that twisted men’s faces, caused them to yell and grunt and turned every muscle and fiber in their bodies to granite?
Fondling the base of my shaft, just enough to rotate the rubber gently over my clit, I watched, utterly mesmerised.
Nick was kissing Dai now. Lazy, long kisses. Stroking his tongue over Dai’s lips as though he truly adored tasting him. Which I believed he did.
He’d meshed his hand into Dai’s hair, his palm covering his ear and holding him close. A heaviness grew in my belly. The possessiveness of the touch, the certainty of what was going to happen next had my heart beating faster. I knew they wouldn’t disappoint, these two guys of mine. They had no idea I watched their sexy escapades with such longing to be them, to have what they had.
To penetrate.


I hope you enjoyed that sexy moment between Dai and Nick as much as Helen did ;-), if you want more sinful snogs check out Victoria Blisse on Sunday Snog, and if you want to bag yourself a copy of the anthology, links are below...

Print - all print books have illustrations (one per story)
Amazon UK
Amazon US

Ebook - If you want illustrations with your ebook buy from Waterstones - Amazon and many other ebook retailers don't allow erotic images
Waterstones
Amazon UK
Amazon US




Green-Eyed Monster by Lily Harlem
Penis Envy takes on a whole new meaning when Helen hatches a plan to use her own “cock” to its fullest extent!


My story, Green-Eyed Monster is also available as a single title ebook from Amazon and Smashwords - though it won't have the illustration with it.

Amazon
Smashwords
If you want to find out more about Seven Deadly Sins visit my website page dedicated to this anthology. Don't forget to drop by Kd Grace's blog for more sinful gossip, and the other sinner's sites...
Victoria Blisse Lucy Felthouse Sarah Masters Lexie Bay Rebecca Bond


Have a great Sunday, thanks for stopping by,
Lily x

A Perfect Fit by Tory Richards

Please welcome the super-talented Tory Richard's to my blog today. Tory is going to tell us all about her new book A Perfect Fit . Take it away...



HAPPY NEW YEAR’S!
I want to thank Lily Harlem, who has graciously allowed me to be a guest on her blog.
I’m a grandma, otherwise known as Tory Richards, who writes smut, otherwise known as erotic romance.  I have 15 published books but I’m here today to plug my second self-published book, a short erotic romance between an ex-Texas Ranger and a plus-sized model. Warning… it’s hot! I’m talking up against the wall sex that will leave you breathless, and hungry for more. And probably a little in love with the sexy hero. A Perfect Fit is out today on Amazon Kindle.
Blurb

An ex-Texas Ranger is hired to protect a beautiful plus-sized model from a possible serial killer! They mix like oil and water but in bed, their uncontrolled passion ignites an inferno! Can their obsession for one another turn into something deeper?


Excerpt


“Well, before I can get dressed, I have to undress.” Normally Marissa would have called for an assistant. She sashayed up to Beau. “I need help, cowboy. Can you please unlace me so I can get out of this thing?” She presented her back to him, then lifted her hair out of the way and waited, holding her breath. She had to admit, the thought of his eyes roaming over her body made her hot.  There was the slightest of hesitations before she heard his low drawl, “Yes ma’am.” Warm breath tickled the fine hairs at the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She felt the graze of his knuckles against her flesh, and was surprised at how proficiently his fingers worked at undoing the laces that held her corset closed. It wasn’t long before Marissa felt the bodice give way, and then she was able to take in a deep breath again. When she felt Beau’s hands at the small of her back, she knew he was almost done. Then he sucked in his breath, and hesitated. Marissa smiled, knowing why.  “Is that an order, darlin?” His tone seemed a little raspy. He was referring to the tattoo she had across the top of her buttocks. Fuck me hard and fast. She’d done it on a dare. Realizing where his gaze was turned her hotter. The vixen inside her prompted her into leaning closer to him. She glanced over her shoulder and made eye contact. “More like a…suggestion.” Their gazes held. Marissa couldn’t believe how brazen she was acting. But she was suddenly horny beyond belief, and something about this big Texan got her juices flowing.  A tick appeared in his clean-shaven jaw. “Something tells me you like shocking people Miss Lambert.” Miss Lambert? So he was determined to keep it business between them. His way of remaining professional. Interesting. She was more determined than ever to break down his self-control, and as his hands continued what they were doing Marissa let her hair fall. “Almost done?”  “You’ll know when I’m done,” he growled.
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Classic Reads Blog Hop

Welcome to the Classic Reads Blog Hop. I write erotic romance, so I guess its understandable that The Story of O is favourite of mine, and certainly comes under the classic heading on my list of re-reads.



When I first started on my journey as an author I attended a weekly creative writing course, run by the local university. I was the youngest student by decades, the eldest being ninety one.
The teacher was vibrant and enthusiastic and a bottomless well of knowledge all things literature. One day I expressed an interest in writing erotica and he told me that a good place to start would be Pauline Réage.
I dashed home and ordered Reage’s classic tale of female submission - The Story of O.






I expect many of you have come across this book, and I know full well scholars have spent hours studying it and writing thesis on it. I'm not one of those people, I just read it one day, several years ago. So please don't mistake me for an expert on its plot lines and intricacies :-)

The book follows the sexual journey of O, a young French woman who seeks to be submissive to her lover Renee. He takes her to a chateau, Roissy, where she undergoes ‘training’. This section of the book is heavy on the BDSM, full of humiliation, pain and sexual perversions. O is forced to share her body with a large group of men, being viewed and treated only as an object and left strung up in a dark, cold corner of the chateau.

I thought there were bits of this section that were extreme but O constantly gives her permission despite her discomfort. 

After this initial ‘training’ O lives as Renee’s slave, never allowed to cross her legs and always available for him to take her whenever, however he wants. Renee encourages his elder step brother, Sir Stephen, to also use O – I say use because that is very much how it is written. Renee tells Sir Stephen that he will reserve her anus just for his use, kind of like a gift.





I remember this bit of the book standing out for me. The way the two men talk about O as she is pushed over, her rear in the air. It is as if they are talking about a horse they can share or a piece of clothing, not a human. But O laps it up, she feels that this is her next great test; to be able to be a sex slave to a man she doesn’t love.





Just when you think love is lacking it happens. I won’t spoil the story for any of you that haven't read it but there continues to be lots of whipping, blindfolds, ménage, piercings and sex, sex, sex.






The Story of O was first published in 1954 in France, the English edition 1965. Pauline Reage is the pen name of Anne Desclos though she did not reveal her true identity until forty years after publication. She then claimed that the book was a series of love letters to her beau Jean Paulhan. I have to say, that it is one hell of a love letter by anyone’s standards.

A sequel Return to the Chateau, Continuing the Story of O was published in France although it is seems up for debate as to whether or not it was written by the original author.

The fact that O has a single letter for her name is significant. It is claimed to be short for Odile, but also could signify O as in orifice, or O for object or even as the symbol of a hole. In O’s case, any hole her master saw fit to penetrate. You can buy pieces of jewelry with O on it that specifically represents the book and female submission.






Anyone else read it, enjoyed it, seen the DVD??? I'll be around to natter - time zones permitting.

Lily x








A Story of Love, Loss, Connection, and Grace
At the heart of the seemingly perfect Tyler family stands sixteen-year-old Leah. Her proud parents are happily married, successful professionals. Her adoring younger sister is wise and responsible beyond her years. And Leah herself is a talented athlete with a bright collegiate future. But living out her father’s lost dreams, and living up to her sister’s worshipful expectations, is no easy task for a teenager. And when temptation enters her life in the form of drugs, desire, and a dangerously exciting boy, Leah’s world turns on a dime from idyllic to chaotic to nearly tragic.
As Leah’s conflicted emotions take their toll on those she loves—turning them against each other and pushing them to destructive extremes—In Leah’s Wake powerfully explores one of fiction’s most enduring themes: the struggle of teenagers coming of age, and coming to terms with the overwhelming feelings that rule them and the demanding world that challenges them. Terri Giuliano Long’s skillfully styled and insightfully informed debut novel captures the intensely personal tragedies, victories, and revelations each new generation faces during those tumultuous transitional years.
Recipient of multiple awards and honors, In Leah’s Wake is a compelling and satisfying reading experience with important truths to share—by a new author with the voice of a natural storyteller and an unfailingly keen understanding of the human condition…at every age.

Passionate Immunity by Elizabeth Lapthorne

NOW AVAILABLE AT TOTAL-E-BOUND!

The Agency is a series I've been enjoying, so today I'm thrilled to get my hands on a copy of the latest novel, Passionate Immunity. Here are the details...


Book three in The Agency Series

Kimberly Melmoth has always dreamed of having a grand adventure, her life filled with excitement, danger and passion. When an old friend invites her to assist in an investigation looking into a project headed by a corrupt agent, she leaps at the opportunity. Sorting through mountains of paperwork doesn’t mesh with her idea of being a spy,but the electric attraction she feels to her new partner, Tristan Walters certainly does.
The depth of the instant lust searing through his body takes Tristan completely by surprise. How can one petite woman with a head full of blonde curls overtake him so completely? Her grin can light up a room and her enthusiasm is infectious. His need to protect her at all costs is overwhelming, if only she’d listen to his words of caution!
As the case heats up, both between them and in the laboratory, what should have been a simple data review turns into something far deadlier. Tristan and Kimberly both realise that neither are immune when it comes to each other and the passion that burns between them.
These books are fine as stand alone reads, but if you want to indulge and start from the beginning, here are the first two titles.


If you want to enjoy the first two books in print, they are together in The Agency.



And coming soon...




Find out more about Elizabeth HERE.

BITE MARK

Today, the first day of 2013, I'm showing off my delicious new cover for BITE MARK, designed by the talented Dar Albert.

BITE MARK is due for release mid 2013 and is my first paranormal novel. Aimery, Beatrice and Ryle were such a joy to have spilling onto the page and the story is set in my beloved London. 

Currently I'm working on the sequel, CLAW MARK. I get the feeling this year is going to lean heavily towards some incredibly sexy vampire loving! Who am I to complain though?

Have a great day, hope the hangovers aren't too bad ;-)

Six Sentence Sunday #SixSunday

What’s a girl to do when the guy she falls for is married to another man?

This is exactly what happened to me. Seeing Josh Kendal stroll out of the Mediterranean Sea wearing tight navy swim trunks and looking like a hot new James Bond was a truly delicious moment. Catching sight of his wedding ring was like a kick in the shin and meeting his gorgeous husband, phew, that was enough to make any girl groan at the cruel joke God was playing on her.

But all was not as it seemed, and when Josh needed a woman to sort out a ‘delicate predicament’ I was the one for the job – heck, what did I have to lose? Certainly not as much as him, literally.

Trouble is, emotions always get tangled, loyalties can’t help but be divided and with a night of memories so hot they'd have the devil sweating, there was only one thing for it—it was time to get honest, fight for what I wanted despite society’s constraints and open my heart to the people it needed most.


SIX

“What I was trying to say is that for me there has only ever been Nick.” He threaded his fingers into my hair, holding my head firm and cradling my skull in his palms. He stared down into my eyes. “Laura, I’ve never been with a woman, never really, truly wanted to.” He dipped his head lower, so that his lips were a whisper from mine. “Until now.”






Thanks for stopping by and if you want to know more about The Glass Knot check out the 5* reviews on Amazon which include...

"This book is a must read! I loved this story from start to finish. After I read it, I wanted to read it again and again! Pick this book up, you won't be disappointed!"

"This is honestly one of the best books I've ever read."

"I'm not even done & I'm in love with this book. I can tell it's going to be a favorite re-read."

"I'm glad this author is so skilled at both the emotional aspect and the erotic aspect of writing."


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Lily x

Inspiration - Anything for Him

Anything for Him by Lily Harlem and Natalie Dae is an erotically enticing story about what one woman will do for the man she wants. I read this book in one sitting, devouring this story of desire and obsession - Kristina Wright, in USA Today.




With Anything For Him just hitting the shelves and getting its first great review, I've turned my mind back to some of the inspiration for this book.

Many of you know that I love Pinterest, and quite often a picture can spark an idea for a scene. Sometimes its the setting, sometimes its the expression on people's faces, but it is always the unanswered questions in the photograph that does it for me. How did the couple get into that situation? How well do they know each other? What is their history and what is their future?
Anything For Him is a co-authored book, I wrote it with Natalie Dae and this is our fourth published story together (we have two more in the pipeline). We have a pretty unique way of writing in that we hammer out a few thousands words and then pass the book backwards and forwards between ourselves. Sometimes we carry on from where the other left off, but occasionally we go back and add scenes in. I'm sure this wouldn't work for many authors who like a more structured plan, but for us its good fun, we let the characters decided where the story is going and whether its going to be light and sexy or dark and gritty - the later definitely being the way to describe Anything For Him.
How do we get started? Okay, that's easy, one of us is struck with inspiration for a first chapter and tempts the other one with it, kind of like a fisherman with bait. So far so good, we always bite. With Anything For Him it was me that had inspiration for the hero, Luiz. I came across this picture and found it fascinating, creepy, voyueristic and sexy all at the same time, before I knew it he'd sprung to life on the page.


I stared at the photograph he’d emailed me. He’d promised he would and, finally, it had arrived.  It wasn’t what I’d expected; not that I thought for a minute he’d send me a copy of his passport photo; but this, this had really taken me by surprise. The odd angle of the camera lens and the overwhelming suggestiveness shocked me. It was deeply personal, completely voyeuristic and undoubtedly the most erotic image I had ever laid eyes on.  But it gave nothing away of the face I longed to see; yet, it told me so much about the man I’d been obsessing about for weeks. I reached over and clicked the printer to life. As it clanked through the setting-up motions, I leaned closer to my computer screen and allowed him to fill my vision.  His long, pale, black-hair-coated shin was in the forefront of the picture. The knee flopped wantonly towards the camera, making the patella the largest thing in the frame. His foot was out of shot. Beyond his leg, I could make out the right side of his torso – just – a small amount of lean waist, a hint at a taut set of ribs and a balled shoulder leading to what looked like a busy hand. I say busy, because he appeared to be jerking off, but of course, that could just be my filthy imagination.  His head was thrown back, his chin jutted upwards, his prominent Adam’s apple in profile against the bottle-green wall behind him. Other than his chin, not one facial feature could be identified, but what I saw of his chin, chiselled and dented at the centre, led me to believe the rest of his face would be angular and long.  Seedy shadows doused the whole image, the covers on the bed dusky green, almost brown, and the lighting, maybe shining through a cheap drawn curtain, was dim.  He seemed completely uninhibited despite the camera, which I guessed was on a timer. I gulped down a bite of bile as a sudden wave of regret at the photo I’d sent him rolled through me. I’d thought I was being sassy, original, beating him at his own game. But it was clear now that I played with someone who knew how to think out of the box, stay a step ahead, out-manoeuvre me without even needing to try.
When Hannah first meets Liuz he blindfolds her, taking away one of her senses and heightening the experience. Hannah has confessed to him via email how she wants to be a sex object, letting him take his pleasure from her like she's his whore, a paid slut (I told you it was a dark and edgy).



My heels clacked on wonky pavers and I brushed down the wrinkles in my short red skirt as I approached. I’d worn the opposite to yesterday. No sneakers and jeans for me tonight. I was no longer the inquisitive woman who’d hung in his shrubbery, splashed down the street and ran for the bus. Tonight I was a slut, a harlot, a woman who was ready to be used for a man’s most basic satisfaction.  I opened the gate and climbed the steps to the front door, noticing that his curtains were drawn. They were unlined and a weak light shone through them onto the bushes beneath the window. With a trembling hand, for nerves along with lust had overtaken my body, I pressed the intercom buzzer next to ‘L Biros’.  He didn’t speak, just released the lock to let me in.  The short corridor, leading to a steep set of stairs, was empty of furniture and people, the walls a grimy beige, and as the front door shut behind me with a resounding clunk, silence enveloped me.  His room, number 2, was the first on the right. I took a deep breath and stepped up to it. Draped over the handle was a piece of purple material, about the length and width of a tie. I picked it up, wondering what it was. Painted on the underside were two big eyes. They were almost comical, bright blue and with long lashes, the whites completely exposed.  I now knew what he wanted me to wear.  A blindfold.  I should have guessed. All day I’d fantasised about what he’d leave for me. Crotchless panties, nipple clamps, a leather collar, perhaps. But none of that was really Liuz’s style. He wanted to play a game where he was the one in control with me at his mercy. He was going to do that by taking away one of my senses. Luckily, the game, and the blindfold, suited me very well.  Quickly, I tied the material around the back of my head, allowing a slit between my cheeks so if I strained my eyes down I could look at my feet. I was pleased I’d already seen Liuz. If I hadn’t and I didn’t know how ludicrously attracted to him I was, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to go through with being fucked by him.  I knocked on the door, the noise loud in the quiet stillness, and willed my heart to slow. My hard nipples abraded the cups of my bra with each rapid breath I took. My pussy leaked, the gusset of my thong completely sopping. Getting carnal and sweaty couldn’t come quick enough.  The door opened and I was aware of the heavy scent of tobacco before my wrists were caught by big, strong hands.  ‘Not tight enough.’ The same accent-heavy voice I’d heard yesterday.  ‘Liuz?’  ‘Who else were you expecting, Aniolku?’  I was tugged into the room and my bag fell to the floor. The door slammed shut and I was pressed up against it. Liuz’s hands were at the back of my head. Fiddling, tightening, compressing the blindfold further and taking away the sliver of light I had. Now it was so taut I couldn’t open my eyelids behind it.  I reached forward and touched bare flesh; warm, rippled with muscles and coarse hairs. A quick exploration revealed tight flat nipples and the rise of collarbones.  ‘You showed me so little in your picture when I gave you so much,’ he said, his hot breath washing over my cheek. ‘So now it is my turn to look at you. All of you.’
In this next image I like the intensity of the moment. The way her head is buried in his groin and his hands are knotted in her hair and wrinkling the skin on her back. This scene is made all the more exciting for Hannah because she thinks one of Liuz's dodgy acquaintances (she calls him Beefcake because of his burly stature) is watching and about to join in.


  ‘Ah, fuck yeah, you are all I need, so damn horny,’ he said. ‘Tonight you are going to enjoy being the filthy slut you so want to be.’
  His breaths were hot in the shell of my ear, his words like an electric current to my clit. As he kissed around my neck and squeezed my bottom cheeks, I wondered when Beefcake would join the groping.
  ‘Come, this way,’ Liuz instructed. The relief had slipped from his voice. He was in role now. The dominant orchestrator of my fantasies was back.
  I tottered forward on my heels, waiting for the pressure in the small of my spine that would once again bend me over the table. But it didn’t come. Instead, he pressed on my shoulders and urged me to my knees.
  Sharp, mean carpet dug into my flesh, the sort of material that would burn if even the smallest amount of friction was generated over it.
  ‘Suck my dick, slut, I want it good and hard before you get your ass fucked.’
  Get my ass fucked. Him or Beefcake? Oh my God, this was it.
  I scrabbled with my fingers, found his T-shirt-covered abdomen and then, orientated, hunted out his fly. Quickly popping the buttons, I was aware of saliva pooling in my cheeks, weeping onto my tongue. The taste of his cock was one of the most exquisite flavours I had ever known and I was desperate for it again.
  ‘Yeah, that’s it, get it out,’ he said, his words abrasive and his accent thick. ‘Suck me good like you did last night.’
  Thick, meaty flesh filled my palm. Silk on steel and so hot it almost burned. The pulse within was fast and urgent and when I squeezed, he groaned.
  My blindness slowed me for a moment, but I soon found his salty slit and licked. His fingers threaded into my stumpy haircut.
  Then he was sliding into my mouth. I stretched my jaw wide, aware of my teeth scraping over his shaft.
  ‘Ah, yes, yes, like that,’ he murmured, shifting his hips forward.
  My nose was buried in his pubic hair, and his glans hit my throat. I searched for his scrotum and rolled the soft sacs.
  ‘Yes, oh yes, now suck, suck me,’ he said, cupping one hand beneath my chin, stroking my stretched jawline with his thumb.
  I set up small gulping motions with the back of my tongue, sucking and pulling him in. Still holding his balls, I gently dragged my nails over the wrinkled skin. Each gasp and appreciative whimper he made had moisture seeping from my pussy.
 


For all of Liuz's rough words, he is actually just giving Hannah what she wants, the trouble is, it all gets complicated when  Beefcake decides Luiz must pay his debts by sharing Hannah.







‘What’s the matter, Dirty Bitch? You not up for it tonight?’ His attention snapped to Liuz, a frown furrowing his fleshy brow.  ‘She is always up for it,’ Liuz said, spinning me to face him and forcing Beefcake to release my breast.  The urgency in Liuz’s gaze harnessed my attention; he darted the tip of his tongue out and swept it over his top lip. Then he kissed me, deeply and passionately, filling me up with his flavour and his strength. I clung to him, fisting my hands on his soft, black T-shirt.  He was communicating with his mouth. We didn’t need words. We were so connected, so in harmony with one another. It was clear he was telling me to be strong, to re-find my slut-self and give a good performance. He needed me to do this. He needed his Dirty Bitch to be by his side during this dangerous time.  I would be there for him.  Heat pooled in my pussy as he roamed his hands over my back, my ass cheeks and up my skirt. Parting my legs to give him better access to the gusset of my thong, I allowed myself to melt into him, delighting in the feel of his body against mine. He delved his long, elegant fingers into my wetness, and a gasp escaped as he probed high, with two, maybe three fingers. I clenched around him, a gush of creamy moisture leaking from me.  He broke the kiss and withdrew his fingers.  I opened my eyes and staggered slightly as he released me and stepped away.  He held up his hand. ‘See this,’ he said. ‘So fucking wet for it, she is dripping. It is always the same, cannot ever get enough cock.’ He put his shiny index and middle finger into his mouth and sucked noisily, closing his eyes and giving a low, approving growl.  The sight had me near to combusting. I didn’t need to search hard for my slutty-self, she had seared back into the room like a bolt of lightning. Every cell in my body screamed fuck. I needed filling with hard, hot cock, and the sooner and the faster the better.


Hannah is thrilled to be realising one of her greatest fantasies,  a threesome with rough and tough blokes being just her thing. But the situation takes a turn for the worse when London's seedy underworld pays a visit and she is forced to stand by her man.
I hope you will check out Anything For Him, Natalie and I are very pleased with the finished result and Liuz and Hannah were certainly fun, if slightly out of control characters to hang out with. Here is the blurb and some more pictures that match scenes from the story.


Just how far will one woman go to fulfil her fantasies?
I prefer to chase the news, not be the news. But when the delectable Liuz, with his uncannily accurate perception of my secret desires weaved its way into my life, it wasn’t long before I was in way too deep, submerged and intoxicated with a passion I was afraid was more than I could handle.
Or was it? Because although my heart was overwhelmed with feelings I had no resistance against, and while my deceitful body was consumed by a burning passion, I still had a plan. A plan I prayed would keep me afloat as I was pushed to the very edge of my limits, while the journey got tougher than even my wildest flights of fantasy could have imagined.
I claimed him and I felt that he was rightfully mine. My heart simply couldn’t beat without a permanent connection between our hearts, minds and bodies. Losing was not an option, not when my sanity depended on winning him.
Because I would, quite literally, do anything for him.










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Lily x

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