Lily Harlem's Blog, page 293
December 15, 2011
WOW - first review!
Cold Nights, Hot Bodies was only released yesterday at Ellora's Cave and already a review has come through. Check it out...
What a great concept! Lily Harlem combines scenes from erotic books with Ashley's real sex life. As a virgin, Ashley's been reading erotica and getting ideas—and longings. When she finally loses her virginity, she's happy to find the chosen man, Shane, is up for a lot of fun—including acting out scenes from her favourite books. They become the characters, and it's spicy, hot, and interesting to see how the real thing makes Ashley feel over just reading about what she's doing. A fabulous book where the heroine's feelings are very real. I identified with her a lot.
Plus, if a guy in the office or out on the street did look my way it was always a geek I wouldn't even take off my raincoat for let alone my knickers.This wasn't my bag. (I loved the double meaning here. The things inside "weren't her bag" either!)
…flicking my hair around as though I were on some cheesy advert…
He stepped closer, or rather lunged, and I hopped back. (LOL)
He'd ditched his jacket and tie and his white shirt shine neon in the disco lights.
He chuckled in a mad, Dr. Evil kind of way.
"I've got a ribbed one."
Well-written and highly entertaining, Cold Nights, Hot Bodies is a fantastic read for an evening on the sofa—or in bed! Who knows, you might find yourself getting inspiration for your own sex life!
December 14, 2011
OUT TODAY - COLD NIGHTS, HOT BODIES
I am so excited that today sees the release of my Christmas novel Cold Nights, Hot Bodies at Ellora's Cave. This was a book I started writing this time last year when the snow was falling heavily and I was tucked up in my cottage with an imagination full of characters, a roaring fire and of course the gorgeous Mr. Harlem.
It took a while for me to coax the heroine, Ashley, out of her shell, but once I did there was no stopping her and I hope readers enjoy her and Shane's story and it warms their hearts the way it did mine as I wrote it.
And I just have to say that since I am such a sucker for a sexy body this is absolutely one of my most favourite covers ever, designed by the awesome Syneca. Thank you!!
Blurb
All my life I've been the quiet bookworm, the office mouse. It hasn't bothered me. Immersing myself in erotic novels has kept me wriggling on the edge of my seat at work and firmly entrenched in my own fantasy world at night.
Though one thing is bothering me—my damn virginity. If only I could find a sexy bedroom expert to introduce me to the delights of having a lover. Someone handsome and charming, who can rival the hunky alpha males in my books. I have a very vivid, very well-fed imagination—he'll have to keep up.
Then, one bitterly cold night, thanks to a devious, conniving so-called-friend, the perfect opportunity to rid myself of this pesky virginal problem comes along. Before I know it, the heroes in my novels have come alive in the person of Shane Galloway, who's pleasuring me with every trick in the book and wheedling into my heart in the hottest possible of ways.
Excerpt
An Excerpt From: COLD NIGHTS, HOT BODIES
Copyright © LILY HARLEM, 2011
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
"I want you, Shane, I want you to take my virginity."
"Ashley, are you sure?"
"More than sure." Over his pants, I rubbed my palm up the length of his erection, marveling at its solidity and size. "Please don't leave, not now, because that would be the worst thing to have ever happened in my life. That would be something I could never undo." And it was certainly something that didn't happen in my books.
Suddenly his lips hit down on mine, strong and assertive. "If it's really what you want then I'm not going anywhere." He breathed into my mouth. "Except to bed…with you, right now."
"Yes, yes, it's what I want." My stomach flipped with excitement. I'd persuaded him to stay. I'd grabbed my opportunity―quite literally.
Letting go of his erection, I looped my hands around his neck, pressing the entire length of my body into his until his cock was squeezed tight between us. My heart thumped and my skin was alive with new, interesting, wild sensations.
"I told you, it's been a while for me," he said, pulling back to look at my face. "Your vampishlittle virgin thing may have me reaching the finish line early if you're not careful."
"I'm sure we can make more than one finish line."
He chuckled and I sensed the last shred of tension and uncertainty leave him. "Yeah, you're right." He smoothed his hands to the back of my bra. "We have all night and we're well and truly snowed in so what's the rush?" He undid the clasp with a finely tuned movement and the lacy cups fell from my breasts.
"No rush," I murmured even though impatience was bubbling like a cauldron deep within me.
His gaze drifted downward. "You have great tits," he said. "Pert and pretty." He stroked his thumbs over my nipples. They twisted into tight buds, as if straining for more of his attention. "Has anyone even done this to you before?" he asked.
"No," I said on a shaky breath, watching his every move the way a hawk watches a mouse. "Never."
"So I'm guessing no one has done this either." He bent and kissed over the rise of my right breast, his soft lips inquisitive as he traced the mound.
"No," I managed.
Shifting his shoulders, he pulled my erect nipple deep into his hot mouth.
I buried my hands in his thick mop of hair. "God, no," I gasped. "Not that either."
He switched to the other breast and used his hands to feed my hypersensitive flesh gently into his mouth. I closed my eyes and tipped my head to the ceiling, it felt divine, warm and wet, tingly and strong. His tongue was injecting white-hot lust into my veins.
"Ah, you're sweet all over," he said, straightening and pulling me close again. My damp breasts pressed against his scratchy chest. "I'm going to make this right for you, Ashley. I'm honored you've chosen me. You won't regret it."
"I know." I touched my fingertips to his stubbled jawline. "I know, Shane. I trust you."
With one quick movement he scooped me into his arms. I clasped my hands around his neck as his strength surrounded me. He began to walk toward the bedroom.
"We're not doing it on the sofa?" I asked.
"No, we'll do the sofa later, your first time should definitely be in bed," he said, stepping through the doorway. His eyes widened. "And wow, what a bed."
I glanced at the four-poster. Huge and luxurious, it did look the perfect place to lose my virginity.
Shane carried me over and set me down so I was sitting on the edge with my feet on the floor. I watched in silence as he moved the darkly wrapped chocolate from the pillow and placed it on the bedside table.
Straightening, he looked down at me, his gaze so hot it was like a lick of flame across my bare flesh. He frowned and took a leather wallet from his back pocket, flipping it open and pulling out a green-foil-wrapped condom. "I've only got one," he said, "but when we need more there's a machine in the gents' downstairs."
I nodded, pleased he was thinking about contraception and safety. I couldn't, anticipation of what was going to happen in the next few minutes had taken over my brain. I was buzzing all over. It was as if I was in my own novel, I was the heroine and he the hero. And my goodness, what a perfectly exquisite hero I'd been blessed with.
Shane toed off his shoes and peeled off his socks. Reached for the button on his pants and yanked the zip free. He pushed them down, stepping out and kicking the knot of black material to one side.
I sat motionless, just staring at the big bulge tenting his navy cotton boxers.
"You okay?" he asked, stilling in front of me.
Clearing my throat, I looked up his long, lean body shrouded in shadows from the one low lamp in the room. His abdominal muscles were faintly defined, his pectoral muscles square and his nipples small, dark discs. "Yes, I'm fine."
He stepped closer. His groin came level to my face and the heady scent of his skin radiated toward me.
Desperate to touch him, I traced the line of fine silky hair that led from his navel to the waistband of his boxers.
He tensed.
I glanced up at his face. "Can I?" I asked.
The corner of one side of his mouth twitched. "Be my guest."
Lily x
It took a while for me to coax the heroine, Ashley, out of her shell, but once I did there was no stopping her and I hope readers enjoy her and Shane's story and it warms their hearts the way it did mine as I wrote it.
And I just have to say that since I am such a sucker for a sexy body this is absolutely one of my most favourite covers ever, designed by the awesome Syneca. Thank you!!
Blurb
All my life I've been the quiet bookworm, the office mouse. It hasn't bothered me. Immersing myself in erotic novels has kept me wriggling on the edge of my seat at work and firmly entrenched in my own fantasy world at night.
Though one thing is bothering me—my damn virginity. If only I could find a sexy bedroom expert to introduce me to the delights of having a lover. Someone handsome and charming, who can rival the hunky alpha males in my books. I have a very vivid, very well-fed imagination—he'll have to keep up.
Then, one bitterly cold night, thanks to a devious, conniving so-called-friend, the perfect opportunity to rid myself of this pesky virginal problem comes along. Before I know it, the heroes in my novels have come alive in the person of Shane Galloway, who's pleasuring me with every trick in the book and wheedling into my heart in the hottest possible of ways.
Excerpt
An Excerpt From: COLD NIGHTS, HOT BODIES
Copyright © LILY HARLEM, 2011
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
"I want you, Shane, I want you to take my virginity."
"Ashley, are you sure?"
"More than sure." Over his pants, I rubbed my palm up the length of his erection, marveling at its solidity and size. "Please don't leave, not now, because that would be the worst thing to have ever happened in my life. That would be something I could never undo." And it was certainly something that didn't happen in my books.
Suddenly his lips hit down on mine, strong and assertive. "If it's really what you want then I'm not going anywhere." He breathed into my mouth. "Except to bed…with you, right now."
"Yes, yes, it's what I want." My stomach flipped with excitement. I'd persuaded him to stay. I'd grabbed my opportunity―quite literally.
Letting go of his erection, I looped my hands around his neck, pressing the entire length of my body into his until his cock was squeezed tight between us. My heart thumped and my skin was alive with new, interesting, wild sensations.
"I told you, it's been a while for me," he said, pulling back to look at my face. "Your vampishlittle virgin thing may have me reaching the finish line early if you're not careful."
"I'm sure we can make more than one finish line."
He chuckled and I sensed the last shred of tension and uncertainty leave him. "Yeah, you're right." He smoothed his hands to the back of my bra. "We have all night and we're well and truly snowed in so what's the rush?" He undid the clasp with a finely tuned movement and the lacy cups fell from my breasts.
"No rush," I murmured even though impatience was bubbling like a cauldron deep within me.
His gaze drifted downward. "You have great tits," he said. "Pert and pretty." He stroked his thumbs over my nipples. They twisted into tight buds, as if straining for more of his attention. "Has anyone even done this to you before?" he asked.
"No," I said on a shaky breath, watching his every move the way a hawk watches a mouse. "Never."
"So I'm guessing no one has done this either." He bent and kissed over the rise of my right breast, his soft lips inquisitive as he traced the mound.
"No," I managed.
Shifting his shoulders, he pulled my erect nipple deep into his hot mouth.
I buried my hands in his thick mop of hair. "God, no," I gasped. "Not that either."
He switched to the other breast and used his hands to feed my hypersensitive flesh gently into his mouth. I closed my eyes and tipped my head to the ceiling, it felt divine, warm and wet, tingly and strong. His tongue was injecting white-hot lust into my veins.
"Ah, you're sweet all over," he said, straightening and pulling me close again. My damp breasts pressed against his scratchy chest. "I'm going to make this right for you, Ashley. I'm honored you've chosen me. You won't regret it."
"I know." I touched my fingertips to his stubbled jawline. "I know, Shane. I trust you."
With one quick movement he scooped me into his arms. I clasped my hands around his neck as his strength surrounded me. He began to walk toward the bedroom.
"We're not doing it on the sofa?" I asked.
"No, we'll do the sofa later, your first time should definitely be in bed," he said, stepping through the doorway. His eyes widened. "And wow, what a bed."
I glanced at the four-poster. Huge and luxurious, it did look the perfect place to lose my virginity.
Shane carried me over and set me down so I was sitting on the edge with my feet on the floor. I watched in silence as he moved the darkly wrapped chocolate from the pillow and placed it on the bedside table.
Straightening, he looked down at me, his gaze so hot it was like a lick of flame across my bare flesh. He frowned and took a leather wallet from his back pocket, flipping it open and pulling out a green-foil-wrapped condom. "I've only got one," he said, "but when we need more there's a machine in the gents' downstairs."
I nodded, pleased he was thinking about contraception and safety. I couldn't, anticipation of what was going to happen in the next few minutes had taken over my brain. I was buzzing all over. It was as if I was in my own novel, I was the heroine and he the hero. And my goodness, what a perfectly exquisite hero I'd been blessed with.
Shane toed off his shoes and peeled off his socks. Reached for the button on his pants and yanked the zip free. He pushed them down, stepping out and kicking the knot of black material to one side.
I sat motionless, just staring at the big bulge tenting his navy cotton boxers.
"You okay?" he asked, stilling in front of me.
Clearing my throat, I looked up his long, lean body shrouded in shadows from the one low lamp in the room. His abdominal muscles were faintly defined, his pectoral muscles square and his nipples small, dark discs. "Yes, I'm fine."
He stepped closer. His groin came level to my face and the heady scent of his skin radiated toward me.
Desperate to touch him, I traced the line of fine silky hair that led from his navel to the waistband of his boxers.
He tensed.
I glanced up at his face. "Can I?" I asked.
The corner of one side of his mouth twitched. "Be my guest."
Lily x
December 13, 2011
Immoral Views
Sweetmeats Press proudly presents FIVE titillating tales from erotica's sultriest mistresses!
In THE CIRCUS, the line is blurred between spectator and performer in a theatre of pleasure and pain!
Then, adventurous Izzy searches two continents for her perfectly perverted Prince Charming in INSIDE LOOKING OUT.
In ALLOTTED VIEWS a nosey gardener is treated to a raunchy ritual through her bedroom window.
PAINTED PUSSYCAT sees an innocent student welcomed into the Circle of Ink where tattoos, bondage and exhibitionism are all part of her initiation.
And finally, a young policeman risks his reputation and his job for the adrenaline rush of sex alfresco in CAUGHT IN THE ACT!
It may not be polite to stare.....but it's certainly a lot of fun. Slip inside these pages to celebrate your secret voyeur, and it will be our perverse pleasure to share our Immoral Views with you!
Edited by Kojo Black, and containing stories from Kay Jaybee, Lexie Bay, K D Grace, Rebecca Bond and Lucy Felthouse. Illustrations by Florian Meacci are only available in paperback editions, and eBook edition from Waterstone's.
Available from:Sweetmeats Press (print)
Amazon UK (print)
Amazon UK (Kindle)
Amazon US (Kindle)
Barnes & Noble (Nook)
Diesel eBook Store
eBook Eros
Sony Reader Store
Kobobooks.com
Smashwords
Waterstone's (print)
Waterstone's
WHSmith (print)
Go and enjoy.
Lily x
In THE CIRCUS, the line is blurred between spectator and performer in a theatre of pleasure and pain!
Then, adventurous Izzy searches two continents for her perfectly perverted Prince Charming in INSIDE LOOKING OUT.
In ALLOTTED VIEWS a nosey gardener is treated to a raunchy ritual through her bedroom window.
PAINTED PUSSYCAT sees an innocent student welcomed into the Circle of Ink where tattoos, bondage and exhibitionism are all part of her initiation.
And finally, a young policeman risks his reputation and his job for the adrenaline rush of sex alfresco in CAUGHT IN THE ACT!
It may not be polite to stare.....but it's certainly a lot of fun. Slip inside these pages to celebrate your secret voyeur, and it will be our perverse pleasure to share our Immoral Views with you!
Edited by Kojo Black, and containing stories from Kay Jaybee, Lexie Bay, K D Grace, Rebecca Bond and Lucy Felthouse. Illustrations by Florian Meacci are only available in paperback editions, and eBook edition from Waterstone's.
Available from:Sweetmeats Press (print)
Amazon UK (print)
Amazon UK (Kindle)
Amazon US (Kindle)
Barnes & Noble (Nook)
Diesel eBook Store
eBook Eros
Sony Reader Store
Kobobooks.com
Smashwords
Waterstone's (print)
Waterstone's
WHSmith (print)
Go and enjoy.
Lily x
December 12, 2011
Berets and Bras review!
Erotica For All reviewed my sexy, short story Berets and Bras and gave it an awesome review.
"Berets and Bras is an erotic short story from Lily Harlem. As soon as I read the blurb I knew there would be a good chance I was going to love the story – and I was right. As a uniform aficionado, the words 'dangerous mercenary' had my ears pricking up.
I couldn't think of a better way to sum up the story without giving away a major plot point, so I'll give you the blurb:
Blood, sweat and hard work has given me everything I want, except that is, the dangerous mercenary I'm in love and lust with. Until, one night, when my secrets are exposed, I discover, in the sweetest possible way that he's sinfully talented at handling more than just his armed weapon.
I've read several of Lily's books and really enjoy her writing style. She writes the hottest stories, and this was no exception! I thought it was a unique concept, really well written, tense, sensual and with a satisfying ending. So if you like short stories and hot men in uniform, I'd definitely recommend adding Berets and Bras to your to be read list!"
And then, just as I was feeling thrilled that EFA had enjoyed Berets and Bras another review came in. This time from Coffee Time Romance.
"Carol, a.k.a Carl, could never walk away from a challenge. She is beginning to think this mission is one she should have passed up.
Tom is unaware of the deception and is confused as to why he feels drawn to Carl, a man. He must be going insane and then he discovers Carol.
Carol is good at her job and refuses to allow her gender to get in her way. Tom is shocked, happily so, to discover Carol and really wants to get his hands and everything else on her.
Berets and Bras is absolutely a sexy story. The ending is a real surprise and offers the reader something to think about. The excellent writing moves the story along and provides a lot of excitement in a short span of time. Lily Harlem writes an action-packed thrill of a story, enticing the reader in and provides entertainment beyond compare. I highly recommend Berets and Bras to all romance enthusiasts - 5 stars!"
So today is a very happy day for me and I am over the moon that the reviewers enjoyed Carol and Tom's story so much.
Have a great day.
Lily x
"Berets and Bras is an erotic short story from Lily Harlem. As soon as I read the blurb I knew there would be a good chance I was going to love the story – and I was right. As a uniform aficionado, the words 'dangerous mercenary' had my ears pricking up.
I couldn't think of a better way to sum up the story without giving away a major plot point, so I'll give you the blurb:
Blood, sweat and hard work has given me everything I want, except that is, the dangerous mercenary I'm in love and lust with. Until, one night, when my secrets are exposed, I discover, in the sweetest possible way that he's sinfully talented at handling more than just his armed weapon.
I've read several of Lily's books and really enjoy her writing style. She writes the hottest stories, and this was no exception! I thought it was a unique concept, really well written, tense, sensual and with a satisfying ending. So if you like short stories and hot men in uniform, I'd definitely recommend adding Berets and Bras to your to be read list!"
And then, just as I was feeling thrilled that EFA had enjoyed Berets and Bras another review came in. This time from Coffee Time Romance.
"Carol, a.k.a Carl, could never walk away from a challenge. She is beginning to think this mission is one she should have passed up.
Tom is unaware of the deception and is confused as to why he feels drawn to Carl, a man. He must be going insane and then he discovers Carol.
Carol is good at her job and refuses to allow her gender to get in her way. Tom is shocked, happily so, to discover Carol and really wants to get his hands and everything else on her.
Berets and Bras is absolutely a sexy story. The ending is a real surprise and offers the reader something to think about. The excellent writing moves the story along and provides a lot of excitement in a short span of time. Lily Harlem writes an action-packed thrill of a story, enticing the reader in and provides entertainment beyond compare. I highly recommend Berets and Bras to all romance enthusiasts - 5 stars!"
So today is a very happy day for me and I am over the moon that the reviewers enjoyed Carol and Tom's story so much.
Have a great day.
Lily x
December 11, 2011
Sunday Snog!
Welcome to Sunday Snog. This week's smooch is taken from my 2009 Christmas novella, Candy Canes and Coal Dust.
Blurb
A Finnish skiing holiday is the perfect winter wonderland for Bridget to escape her ex at Christmas time - beautifully decked trees, roaring log fires and plenty of mulled wine. What she doesn't count on, however, is a very erotic, very dirty dream on the plane from London to Levi - three perfect lovers all indulging her every whim and desire, how could she not moan and groan and beg for more?
But every dream must end, and as Bridget wakes, with toe curling embarrassment, she realises every passenger on the plane has heard her frantic orgasm...including the gorgeous Irish guy sitting to her left!
Snog
Suddenly, he was there, standing right behind her. He, too, was naked and she could feel the heat of his body radiating onto hers as his erection kissed the hollow of her back.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Yes." She turned to face him and rested her hands on his chest, letting her fingers fill with dark coils of his body hair before sweeping up to his collarbone. He had a Celtic symbol tattooed on the ball of his right shoulder and her index finger traced its dark, intricate pattern.
"And you're sure you've been a good girl all year?" he asked huskily.
"Oh, yes." She licked her lips. "Very good indeed."
"Because good girls get their deepest, darkest wishes granted at Christmas you know."
"Mmm." She pushed up on tiptoes and reached for a kiss. "It's what I'm hoping for."
He grinned, reached for the Santa hat she was still wearing and pulled it onto his own head. Then he kissed her, and God, what a kiss. His soft lips were gentle but insistent, urgent but controlled as his sweeping tongue chased and danced with hers. She let him in, happily, revelling in the taste of him—man and sex and maybe a hint of beer.
He wound his arms around her waist and pulled her tight against his body. Her nipples meshed with his scratching chest hairs, and his penis, jammed between their bodies, settled against her stomach. She melted into a pool of desire. It had been so long since she'd indulged her lust, her body's wants and needs, and James was so much hotter than a daydream.
Next thing she knew, he was pulling her towards the end of the bed, small steps which didn't interfere with the delicious connection of their mouths. "I want you so bad," he mumbled onto her lips. "I want you to ride me. Will you do that, baby? Will you ride me?'
Bridget managed a mumble of agreement as his mouth tore from hers and he sank his behind onto the very edge of the bed. She stepped in between his spread, bent knees. He reached forward and ran his hands over her butt cheeks, massaging and kneading before he laid his upper body flat and held his hands out for her. "Hop on," he said with a lopsided grin.
Have a great weekend.
Lily x
Blurb
A Finnish skiing holiday is the perfect winter wonderland for Bridget to escape her ex at Christmas time - beautifully decked trees, roaring log fires and plenty of mulled wine. What she doesn't count on, however, is a very erotic, very dirty dream on the plane from London to Levi - three perfect lovers all indulging her every whim and desire, how could she not moan and groan and beg for more?
But every dream must end, and as Bridget wakes, with toe curling embarrassment, she realises every passenger on the plane has heard her frantic orgasm...including the gorgeous Irish guy sitting to her left!
Snog
Suddenly, he was there, standing right behind her. He, too, was naked and she could feel the heat of his body radiating onto hers as his erection kissed the hollow of her back.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Yes." She turned to face him and rested her hands on his chest, letting her fingers fill with dark coils of his body hair before sweeping up to his collarbone. He had a Celtic symbol tattooed on the ball of his right shoulder and her index finger traced its dark, intricate pattern.
"And you're sure you've been a good girl all year?" he asked huskily.
"Oh, yes." She licked her lips. "Very good indeed."
"Because good girls get their deepest, darkest wishes granted at Christmas you know."
"Mmm." She pushed up on tiptoes and reached for a kiss. "It's what I'm hoping for."
He grinned, reached for the Santa hat she was still wearing and pulled it onto his own head. Then he kissed her, and God, what a kiss. His soft lips were gentle but insistent, urgent but controlled as his sweeping tongue chased and danced with hers. She let him in, happily, revelling in the taste of him—man and sex and maybe a hint of beer.
He wound his arms around her waist and pulled her tight against his body. Her nipples meshed with his scratching chest hairs, and his penis, jammed between their bodies, settled against her stomach. She melted into a pool of desire. It had been so long since she'd indulged her lust, her body's wants and needs, and James was so much hotter than a daydream.
Next thing she knew, he was pulling her towards the end of the bed, small steps which didn't interfere with the delicious connection of their mouths. "I want you so bad," he mumbled onto her lips. "I want you to ride me. Will you do that, baby? Will you ride me?'
Bridget managed a mumble of agreement as his mouth tore from hers and he sank his behind onto the very edge of the bed. She stepped in between his spread, bent knees. He reached forward and ran his hands over her butt cheeks, massaging and kneading before he laid his upper body flat and held his hands out for her. "Hop on," he said with a lopsided grin.
Have a great weekend.
Lily x
December 9, 2011
Contest!
Last day to enter the caption contest at When One Is Not Enough. Get your thinking caps on to win a copy of my musical ménage Orchestrating Manoeuvres.
Have fun.
Lily x
Have fun.
Lily x
December 7, 2011
Seasonal Sex!!
Pete and Sarah's Guide To Seasonal Sex - your one stop shop for everything you want to know about seasonal adult activities. Packed with interviews from internationally renowned performers such as Dita Von Teese and Buck Angel, as well as winter themed erotic stories, and seasonal adult articles!
This is THE guide you need to read, whether you are a girl, a boy, or both! Written by former Forum magazine editor Sarah Berry, and world renowned erotic writer Peter Birch, with editing by erotic author Nicky Raven, this new quarterly seasonal adult guide is sure to enlighten, amaze and entertain you through the dark winter months.
Formatted and digitally published globally by erotica book imprint House Of Erotica.
December 6, 2011
Caption Contest at WOINE
To celebrate the release of Orchestrating Manoeuvres as an individual e-book I am holding a contest at my favourite ménage site, When One Is Not Enough.
Head on over and get your thinking cap on to be in with a chance to win.
The life of a broken hearted supermodel can get pretty dull-there's only so much champagne and caviar one can handle. So, when the opportunity to hook up with two stunning Italian pianists with talented fingers, perfect rhythm and sublime composing presented itself, what could I say but yes, yes yes!
Lily x
Head on over and get your thinking cap on to be in with a chance to win.
The life of a broken hearted supermodel can get pretty dull-there's only so much champagne and caviar one can handle. So, when the opportunity to hook up with two stunning Italian pianists with talented fingers, perfect rhythm and sublime composing presented itself, what could I say but yes, yes yes!
Lily x
December 5, 2011
Erotic photography.
I adore erotic photographs. Especially ones in black and white or sepia. There is something deliciously sexy about them and I love it when a photograph tells a story, leaves something to the viewers imagination; how did they get into that situation and what is going to happen next? How are they feeling, is it the first time they've done this?
Here are some of my favourites to brighten up a dull Monday morning.
Lily x
Here are some of my favourites to brighten up a dull Monday morning.
Lily x
December 4, 2011
Sunday Snog - Hound Dogging Around
Welcome to Sunday Snog. This week's kiss is taken from Hound Dogging Around which is a short story in Cocktales - Sex on the Beach.
Sam is holidaying with her sister's family in Disneyland. She's spent a lot of time minding her nephews so when she finds herself in a secluded spot in the water park, with a particularly delicious guy who spends his days in a big, furry dog outfit entertaining kids, she can't resist having a bit of fun.
SNOG
His handsome face hovered before me and I wondered what it would be like to kiss him. His mouth looked so soft and sensual and his skin glowed like honey. I swept my tongue over my bottom lip and breathed in his scent; man and heat tinged with smoke and spice; it surrounded me, held me like a cloak.
"Can I show you my idea of magic?" he murmured, stepping closer.
I backed against the wall. It was cool and lumpy against my bare skin and I spread my palms out behind my buttocks.
"What do you mean?" I asked. My breath hitching at the sexy, suggestive undercurrents in his voice.
"Disney entertainment for hot aunts who've spent their holiday thinking of others." His moss green eyes flashed with an intoxicating mixture of recklessness and fun and I could't pull away from their magnetic connection. He reached up and slid his hand around my neck. Cupped the base of my skull and whispered onto my lips, "Have some fun … with me … now."
I swallowed tightly then gave a small nod.
The next thing I knew his lips were caressing my mouth, soft and gentle. The tip of his tongue poked past my teeth and our tongues tangled in hot, tobacco wetness.
A whimper escaped my throat, this was even better than I'd been imagining.
He pressed forward. His crisp chest hair and the cool hardness of his piercing connected just above my flattened breasts. The downy fur of his Bongo costume tickled my bare legs and I sensed a growing hardness above my hip; his dick was buried deep in his canine costume but I still got a good idea of its impressive length.
His lips left my mouth and trailed down my neck.
"Jeez, you taste good," he murmured. "Coconut and ice-cream and vanilla." He stooped lower sending butterflies tickling over my chest as his soul patch scraped my skin.
I slid my hands over his hard shoulders. What am I doing with this sexy stranger?
His searching fingers pulled aside my bikini top and his hot mouth suctioned onto my hard, needy nipple. I didn't care that I barely knew him. All I could think of was my breasts aching with a sudden rush of blood and the dragging sense of longing growing between my legs. It had been so long and my poor neglected body felt ready to fly under his unexpected attentions.
I buckled my knees as he used his hands to cup the underside of my breasts and feed my flesh into his mouth. He suckled then withdrew, flicking his tongue over my tight points, coaxing them harder still and treating each tit with equal reverence. I tangled my fingers in his hair and let out a sigh as he sank to his knees and curled big determined fingers over the elastic of my bikini bottoms.
"But what if …?" I said, glancing at the arched entrance to our den.
"Shh." He rolled the scrap of material down to my knees and nudged my thighs apart. "No one comes in here." His hot breath breezed onto the trimmed line of my black pubic hair. "Open up, I want to taste you … here."
Have a great day.
Lily x
