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June 11, 2012

Slow Hand Curves

Out now!

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Plus-size virgin Amber Rice isn't looking for love, just an orgasm. She's never had one! So her sister-in-law sends her to the DFW Wellness Center for a massage by physical therapist Samuel "Slow Hand" Pepin.

Slow Hand Sam is more than ready to deliver a bone shattering orgasm to the blue-eyed beauty. With Sam mesmerized by Amber’s porcelain skin, soft curves and complete innocence, will this Texas virgin get more than she was looking for?

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With Sam’s firm hands continuing to mold my muscles, I lost track of my own fingers. They slipped inside the robe’s pocket to brush against the hundred dollar bill I’d tucked inside after changing. My fingers were still acting of their own accord when they pulled the bill out and started to line old Benny boy up along the edge of my pillow.

Sam’s hands froze. “Put that away.”

If I had thought his voice sounded stern earlier, I now knew the difference. I reached for the bill, my hand shaking and fumbling in an attempt to pick it up. “I’m sorry…I…”

I was fast approaching a record level of mortification -- even for me. Clutching at my robe, I tried to sit up, handfuls of my overgenerous flesh escaping the fabric. I managed to get myself upright, my feet dangling and Sam’s big body blocking me from jumping down.

“I misunderstood -- I’ll leave -- please don’t call security.” The words came out faster than I’d ever spoken before. My eyes were wet, leaving me one blink away from crying. “It’s all a mistake.”

Sam plucked the hundred from my fingers, his gaze narrowing as he held it up. “You mistakenly folded a hundred dollar bill into a triangle with just Franklin’s face showing?”

“No,” I whispered. “Someone else folded it for me. Please, just let me go. You can keep the money for my troubling you.”

“Well, you have been bothering me since you stepped into my room.”

I felt a stinging pinch in my nose as I held back fresh tears. I hadn’t meant any of it as an insult. I looked at him, blinked once and felt the hot splash of tears on my cheeks. “You don’t have to be cruel. I said I was going.”

“Oh, you’re not going anywhere, Hollywood.” Sam tucked the hundred back into the robe’s pocket. Then he steered me until my back was against the table’s cushion, my stomach and tits up. “Neither are you paying for what I’m about to do to you.”

“What you’re about--”

He stopped the question with his lips against mine. Like his hands, they exerted the perfect amount of pressure, pushing and spreading at the same time until my mouth opened. His tongue slid in, curling to hook against my top lip and tug. He pushed the robe’s lapels apart, the fabric slipping like water through my fingertips.

Still kissing me, Sam palmed my bare breast. The contact instantly evoked a shuddering moan from me. His tongue probed deeper, exploring along the inside of my top lip before licking the bottom one.

Oh, Jesus. I’d never been kissed before, not in any way that counted, most certainly not like this or by a man like Sam. Another moan shook loose from me. His thumb and two fingers zeroed in on my swollen nipple, rolling the sensitive tip back and forth while he sucked at the corner of my mouth.

I didn’t need any prior experience to know he was an insanely good kisser. No, he was a great kisser. He mixed just the right amount of force with a little nip or lick, leaving no question who was in charge of the kiss. I pressed my palms against his shoulder, too timid to clutch at him no matter how much I wanted to.

“This is what you came for, right?”

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Published on June 11, 2012 07:17

May 20, 2012

New release - Captive Curves!

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Undercover DEA agent Dean Ramirez already has one dead body on his conscience when plus-size beauty Garnet Williams accidentally walks in on a drug deal gone bad. With the two members of the Mexican cartel in the room more than ready to slit the woman’s throat, he has to think fast to save her without blowing his investigation.
Gazing on the woman’s pale, flawless skin, quivering mouth and oh-so-lush curves, inspiration strikes. Until he can spirit her away to witness protection, Ramirez has no choice but to claim her as his personal sex slave.
**********This 15,500+ word short story is for readers who love Latin gods and questionable consent, with a happily-ever-after you can ride from dusk til dawn.
Extended excerpt Hot! Hot! Hot
Getting up from the bed, he hustled Manny out and locked both deadbolts. Turning, he rested with one shoulder against the wall and stared at me. The front of his jeans strained away from the flat muscles of his stomach. He ran a hand over his abdomen, softly growling as his gaze broke from mine and cast about the room. Leaning over, he swiped his hand along the floor and came up with a half crushed pack of cigarettes. “I’m supposed to be done with these, little dove.” Pulling one out, he lit it and walked over to the window. He drew the drapes aside, opened the window and turned again to look at me. The sun coming through the window made his skin glow like burnished gold all over. As my gaze sank lower down his body, I realized I was wrong. There at the belt line was a peek of purplish brown skin, all smooth and swollen, trying to escape his jeans. He blinked and drew his bottom lip into his mouth. “Don’t look at me, baby. Not down there -- not anywhere.” Was he serious? He had me tied to the bed, my breasts uncovered, my panties wedged between my lower lips and he was telling me not to look at him.“Cover me,” I whispered. “Please…”His gaze narrowing, he crossed back to the bed, the cigarette hanging loosely between his lips. His hand brushed over my hip and along my lower stomach as he reached for the thin white flat sheet bunched on the mattress next to me. He pinched its edge, his gaze catching and sticking on the rise and fall of my mound as I heaved and squirmed. Ash fell from the cigarette’s tip to dust along my panty line. He brushed at it, his fingers lingering at first and then hooking the fabric, tugging until the material tore. His knuckle grazed my cunt hair, his eyes slowly shutting. “You’re still drenched, baby.”“Cover me, please.” My pussy was knotting in on itself again, the muscles churning and twisting at the barest whisper of his flesh against mine. “Please, Dino.”It was the first time I’d said his name and it didn’t go unnoticed. He looked at me, his expression clouding. “I don’t want you calling me that, little dove.”My lips parted, the question of what I should call him rising up, but he shook his head. “Don’t call me anything. I’m no one to you.”Already, I knew that wasn’t true and never would be. Even if I escaped this house alive, I would remember him for the rest of my life. Feeling a hot flush spread across my skin, I prayed my body wouldn’t quicken and burn at the memory. Dino pulled the sheet across me then palmed my mound. He pressed a finger between my labia, wedging the threadbare fabric and soaking it with my juices. Returning to the window, he snubbed the cigarette butt out, checked the pack for a fresh one and growled when he found it empty. I kept watching him even though he had told me not to. His muscles rippled with agitation in the sunlight, the length and thickness of his erection more stark now that I had a side view. Turning his head, he caught me staring.Something dark and sinister flashed across his face.“You want something to look at, baby girl?” Walking back to where my panties lay shredded on the floor, he scooped them up. Sitting just on the edge of the bed, he unzipped his pants. A quick lift of his tight, muscled ass and he had the jeans and his underwear low down on his hips. Freed, his cock pointed a hard line at the ceiling. Dino fisted his cock, my panties between the flesh of his hand and the mottled walnut of his erection. Pre-cum already beaded at its fat tip and I felt myself growing warm and humid all over again, my body a roller coaster of reactions.Veins stood out along his arm as he slowly pumped his shaft. His free hand found my breast to squeeze and tug in time with his strokes. My cunt took up the rhythm, my clit sliding between my thick lips with each contraction. A flick of his wrist and my panties covered the swollen head, hiding it from my devouring gaze. He looked at me, dragging my eyes up and away.He licked his bottom lip then breathed slowly through his pursed mouth. “Are you wet again, baby?” I nodded. I was wet and one contraction away from coming. The muscles of my stomach rolled, my torso twisting, hips lifting as my breathing became erratic. I sucked air in, my expression widening as my clit slid up and froze just as his hand tightened around his cock. He came inside the fabric, the already black material darkening as his cum erupted. He groaned, his gaze still boring into the back of my head as I started to buck, my body jerking with each flutter of the fabric as thick streams of his climax jetted beneath it. Spent, he tossed my panties on the floor and leaned over me. “Next time I come, little dove, it will be inside you.”

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Published on May 20, 2012 07:35

May 13, 2012

Blogger is being a bit whack

Seriously!

Anyway, I deleted all but the Big Girls Next Door pages until I have time for a revamp. All of my titles (listed below) are available at Amazon and Barnes and Noble:

Curves - Big Girls Next Door
Captive Curves
Riding Curves
Curve Contract
Curves Ahead
Curve Patrol
Sunny with a Chance of Curves

Older male younger female
Sexting Major Jones

Sex for the C-Suite
Cougar Takes Two

Oh-so-strange
Strange Seed

Stepcest mirrors (i.e. non-stepcest, but otherwie mirroring one of my stepcest titles)
His Immortal Virgin
Dragon Knot
Red Hot Lover
Glory Hole (GLBT)

Stepcest - Brother/Sister
Riding with Brother
Brother's Sweet Submissive
Spanked by Brother

Daddy stepcest
Dragon Knot
Daddy's Immortal Virgin
Twice the Daddy
Saturday's with Daddy (Saturday Daddy on B&N)
Daddy Don't Go
Giftwrapped for Daddy
Lisa's Red Hot Daddy
Daddy's Couch

Stepcest - GLBT
Uncle Stuart's Glory Hole
Daddy's Little Crossdresser

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Published on May 13, 2012 11:08