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On the Sixteenth Day of Christmas Red Phoenix Gave to Me

A scarred boy and the girl who falls in love with him...

I have always had a thing for men with scars. I find them alluring and a testament to their survival and grit. I toyed with a story about a boy coming to a new high school and suffering the humiliation of ignorant bullying. Along comes a girl who sees him for who he  is and love unfolds between them...

Excerpt from the In 9 Days: 
(Novelette is FREE on Amazon, B&N, Apple, and Smashwords, click here )

 Tessa ran to the door and then took a couple of calming breaths before she opened it. He stood in front of her with a bouquet of multicolored carnations in cheap cellophane. “Eighteen flowers for the eighteen year old.”
She smiled and took them from him. Her first bouquet ever! She smelled them and was disappointed that they didn’t have much of a scent. Well, at least they looked pretty. “Thanks, Kevin. I’ve never gotten flowers before.”He stared at her and then stated, “You look different.”Tessa blushed. His comment wasn’t exactly a compliment. “Yes, it’s my princess Tesse look. Do you like?” She turned around for him, causing her skirt to bounce for a little added effect.He continued staring at her without speaking. Tess blushed a deeper shade of red. It was not the reaction she expected. Kevin cleared his throat finally and asked, “Can I come in?”Tess took that as a positive sign and pulled him inside. “I’ve been looking forward to this all morning.” She noticed that Kevin’s eyes were glued to her chest. That was something she hadn’t experienced before. She glanced down and saw that her nipples were quite visible under the thin material. “You’re beautiful,” he said hoarsely.His praise made her feel beautiful, but it also felt funny. To hide her awkwardness, Tess leaned up and kissed him. “Thank you.” His hands went up to grab her face, but his left hand accidently brushed against her nipple. It sent a shockwave through her. “Oh!”Kevin backed away, apologizing.“No, I liked it.” She moved to him and shamelessly placed his hand back on her breast.Kevin cupped it and then began kneading her nipple between his fingers. Tessa’s breath came out in short gasps. She closed her eyes when his right hand found her other breast. It was harder for him to manipulate and Kevin soon gave up, but Tessa wouldn’t let him. She took his scarred hand and moved it under her shirt. He groaned when he felt her naked breast. “What are you doing to me?” he muttered.Both hands soon found their way under her shirt. The feelings were so new that she analyzed everything. It was strange to have Kevin touching a part of her body that no one else had ever touched, but it was also exiting. Tess was surprised that her body seemed to know what was going on and was responding to him so readily.Tessa opened her eyes when Kevin lifted her shirt and bent down. She moaned softly when his lips landed on her nipple, her knees buckling as his tongue started flicking against it. Luckily, he caught her. “Are you okay?” he asked in concern.“You… it felt… good. I think I need to sit down for a second.” Tessa headed to the couch in a daze. A light switch had turned on inside and everything felt different.“Tesse, what are we doing here? I mean, as much as I want to touch you, it is only going to lead to trouble if we aren’t careful.”Tessa patted the area next to her. “Please sit.” Kevin did, but cautiously as if he was afraid of her. “I only have one thing I want for my birthday, Kevin.”“I’m afraid to ask what that is.”She frowned, hoping her pouty lip looked adorable. “Why? Don’t you want me?”Kevin stood back up. “You’re barely legal, Tesse.”“But I am legal.” She looked into his blue eyes. “Yesterday you said you loved me. Today I want you to show me.” Tess was surprised he looked so nervous. She had expected Kevin would want to take a virgin. Maybe he didn’t realize she was one. “I want you to be my first.”“Tesse, you don’t want someone like me to be your first.”She looked at him in confusion. “You are the onlyone I want.”He sat down next to her and put his hand on her cheek. “You deserve someone whole and fit. Not me.”“Yes, you.” She placed her hand on his. “I love you, Kevin. I want to make love with you.”“Are you absolutely sure?”“Yes.”He lifted her chin. “If you change your mind at any point, tell me. I’ll stop.”She smiled, kissing him on the nose. “I love how sweet you are. But I want this; I want it more than anything else in the world. You’re like air to me, Kevin.”He followed Tessa to her room. Kevin whistled on the way up the stairs. She grinned, knowing that her little skirt was giving him quite a show. Tessa giggled nervously when they finally reached her room. She did not turn on the lights in order to hide the posters of cats, horses, and dogs lining her walls. “Tah duh!”“Cute,” he said, looking around in the candlelight.“My mom still thinks I’m ten,” she said apologetically. Tessa took his hand and led him to her bed. Her heart was racing a mile a minute. As much as she wanted this, she felt scared when she joined Kevin on the bed.He could read it on her face. “We can wait.”“No! Just kiss me and everything will be fine.” She scooted closer to him and sighed happily when he leaned down to kiss her. Kevin was tender at first but then he started kissing her with real passion, exploring her mouth with his tongue. Tess moaned when Kevin’s hand snuck under her shirt and he caressed her breast again. “I do love you, Tesse.”She smiled up at him. “I love you, too.”He pushed away the material of her shirt and moved to kiss her nipple. Tess held her breath. She whimpered softly when his tongue started flicking the hard bud.“Feels good?” he murmured.“Yes…”He moved to the other nipple and did the same. She squirmed in pleasure, but then became completely still when his hand touched her thigh. Even though his tongue continued its dance on her nipple, all her attention was riveted on his fingers as they trailed up her inner thigh, getting ever closer. Tessa looked up at the ceiling, reminding herself to breathe. She bit her lip when his fingers touched her wet panties. 

On the Fifthteenth Day of Christmas Red Phoenix Gave to Me

A wild tale of a young girl called to protect her wolf clan...

If you read Red Phoenix, then you know my erotica is a little unconventional. That is made even more apparent when I write paranormal erotica. If you are expecting a normal wolf shifter story, you have another thing coming. Layla's story is inspiring, but part of the ritual she performs is TABOO. Do not read unless you have an open mind. I was quite shocked when the ending came to me. However, it totally made sense to the story so I remained true to her tale.

Warning: Only read if you can handle foursomes, a variety of sexual positions, and shifter sex.

Excerpt from the The Keeper of the Wolf Clan: 
(Novelette is .99 on Amazon, B&N, Apple, and Smashwords, click here )

She was led to the table where the four Alpha leaders sat. Layla sat down in the honorary seat in the middle of the group, between Maska and Etan. Maska took her hand and kissed it tenderly, “Welcome Keeper. We are proud to have you with us tonight.”Layla trembled inside at the intimate gesture, knowing that he might be the one to take her tonight. She sat down and looked to her left. Etan actually blushed when she caught his eye. “You look lovely,” he mumbled and then quickly looked away. Layla wondered now if was going to be Etan who would claim her virginity. He’d never been bashful around her before or called her “lovely”. The thought scared her, but Layla knew he would be gentle - as gentle as he could be for as big as he was. Layla looked further down the table and saw Amari. He was staring back at her with intensity. She could tell the Alpha was contemplating whether she was capable of performing her duty. The expression on his face made her think he was unsure, but he gave her an encouraging smile and went back to his food. That left only one man, the one to the right of Maska. As much as Layla didn’t want to look at him, her curiosity got the best of her. She tried to sneak a peek without being caught, but Valen was staring straight at her - right into her soul with those hateful green eyes. She quickly glanced down at her dinner bowl. It was full of succulent meat, but there was no way she could eat. Instead, Layla grabbed the cup of spirits in front of her. She took a tentative taste and nearly spit it out. It was bitter and burned like fire down her throat.Maska smiled and held up his glass. “It’ll help with the evening if you partake, Keeper.” He took a long gulp and burped afterwards. Layla shook her head. Maska was crass, but in a charming way. She took another sip and it went down easier. He winked at her.Etan picked up his cup and the three drank in unison. The fire traveled straight to her groin. Soon the area between her legs was tingling and wet. Layla giggled when she took another sip and found she was all out. She looked around, hoping someone would refill it.Maska laughed and whispered in her ear, “You only get one, my dear. You must be able to perform your duties and I think one more glass would take you out.”Layla pouted. The spirits relaxed her and made her body feel good, real good. Just a little more and she would be able to face anything, even Valen. She looked down the line again and stuck her tongue out at him.Etan’s hand was on her arm in a flash. “No, Keeper. At all times you must be respectful and dignified. What would your mother think?”His words filled her with shame. Mika had always taken the role of Keeper seriously and would not have approved of her behavior. “I’m sorry, Etan,” she said in a hushed tone.“I know you won’t let it happened again,” he said, just like a parent. She glanced up looking for forgiveness. He smiled down at her with that big grin and bushy beard, but she couldn’t miss the look of lust in his eye. Her heart skipped a beat. He was definitely going to be the one.When the full moon crested the horizon, the four stood up. It was their cue for the Bonding Ritual to begin. Layla suddenly felt weak, her heart threatening toburst. She stood up, bracing herself against the chair. Valen walked over and offered his hand. She wanted to spit in his face, but Layla took it and allowed herself to be led away.She looked back only once. Layla saw her father standing still as a statue, but her friend Triss threw her a kiss. She knew it was a good luck kiss and it gave her courage. She was brave enough for this.When they were outside the village, Layla tried to shake Valen’s hold on her arm. His grip was strong and unyielding. “Let me go, Valen,” she complained.“Quiet,” Amira barked. “There will be no talking until we reach the ritual area.”Her nemesis led her to the Sacred Hill sporting a slight grin on his face. Her anger towards him quelled her fears. Valen was probably acting as escort because he was the lowest man in the totem pole. She had nothing to fear from him tonight, he was just a pup among the Alphas. If Etan hadn’t been beside her, she would have stuck her tongue out again.By the time they reached the top of the hill, the moon had fully crested over the horizon and was shining in all its glory. Moonlight was softer than sunlight and gave everything a heavenly hue, including her hair. It glistened a brighter white.Once they came up to the altar, Valen let her go. Layla rubbed her arm with a look of distaste. He snorted humorously, obviously not offended by her calculated gesture.The four faced her in a semi-circle. Amira spoke, being the elder of the Alphas. “Layla, know that we loved your mother. We are devastated by her loss.Layla’s bottom lip quivered. She could not trust herself to speak, so she nodded her head.“We are honored to have her daughter join us tonight as our new Keeper.”She smiled uneasily, unsure what to say.Amira’s tone became more official when he continued, “Do you come here of your free will to perform the duties as the clan’s Keeper?”Layla said confidently, “Yes, I do.”“If at any time you are unwilling, you must speak up. The Ritual will end and you will be free to go. Do you understand?”“Yes, Amira, I understand.”“Are you ready to begin?”She was not nearly as confident when she answered, “Yes.”            Maska came up behind her and slowly untied the laces on her gown. The dress fell effortlessly onto the grass. Instinctively, she tried to cover herself with her hands, but Maska took her wrists and gently pulled them down to her sides. Although she had been naked before while she transformed, it felt different now with the three men staring at her naked body. Layla was further embarrassed when she looked down and saw that her nipples were hard from the cool night air. 
             The men looked her over without shame.

On the Fourteenth Day of Christmas Red Phoenix Gave to Me

The Conclusion of Amy's Journey to the Arms That Loooove Her...

I decided to have a little humorous fun at Amy's expense when I had her lose her memory because of  a falling mum. :) In this final story, all the men come back into her life. She must decide who is right for her, not based on memories - but her heart.

Excerpt from the short story Amy's Choice: 
(Short Story is .99 on Amazon, B&N, Apple, and Smashwords. The entire series is available for only 4.99, click here)


Amy snorted. “Getting hit with a flowerpot is just plain embarrassing.” She blushed and looked away from him, noticing that her room was full of mums. “What the hell…”The guy laughed good-naturedly. “Yeah, well it made the news and chrysanthemum retailers everywhere wanted to send their condolences and thank you. There has been huge discussion in the media about the worthiness of mums and sales have skyrocketed accordingly.”“So, who are you anyway? A reporter?”The man’s face fell. “What, you don’t know me?”Amy bit her bottom lip. It was obvious he was someone she was supposed to know. “Are you my brother?” she ventured. The defeat in his eyes clearly meant he was not.“Amy, it’s me, Brad.” He took her hand and kissed it gently.She blushed. Oh, so you must be my boyfriend, she thought. From out of nowhere, the tears started to fall.“What’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?”She whimpered quietly, “I don’t remember you at all. What else don’t I remember?”“Look, I’ll get the doctor. Don’t worry, Amy. Everything will be alright.” Brad disappeared out into the hallway.Soon after he left, Amy heard another man’s voice outside her room. “What? She’s awake? Why didn’t anyone tell me?”In walked a handsome fox with a mop of blond curls. “Amy! You are back among the living!” His smile was contagious. The man walked right up and wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug. Not knowing who he was, she could not return the embrace. “What’s wrong, Miss Amy?”Miss Amy? What a strange way to address her… and he was acting as if they were close. Was he part of her family? She blurted, “Are you my brother?”The same look the other guy gave her was reflected on this man’s face. She really needed to stop guessing. He laughed in disbelief. “Amy, what are you saying? You know who I am.”The other man came in following closely behind the doctor. “She doesn’t know who you are, Troy. So stop pestering her.”When Amy heard the name Troy, her heartbeat increased. There was something familiar and safe about that name. She looked at the blond, hoping his face would ring a bell. It didn’t.The doctor told the two men to leave so he could examine her. Amy was desperate to piece together her past, but the doctor asked a string of unrelated questions. After he was finished questioning her, he said, “Miss Gardner, it is not unusual to have temporary memory loss after a serious concussion. You should start recalling things in the next day or two. There is always a possibility that it is more permanent, but there is no reason to think that at this point. Let’s assume the impact has jarred you a bit.” Even though Amy tried to hold back the tears, she started to cry. The doctor looked uncomfortable and stammered, “There’s nothing to be concerned about. Now tell me on a scale of one to ten, how severe is your headache?”He successfully distracted Amy from her tears as she answered his question. “It only hurts when I lift my head, but when I do it’s a seven.”“I’m not surprised. We’ll keep you here under observation for the next few days. By then we should have a better idea what’s going on.” He patted her arm stiffly and added, “Everything is going to be fine, Miss Gardner.”When he left the room, the two men came back in. Amy was struck by how good looking both of them were. Was it possible they were both her boyfriends? “Who are you?” she asked the blond.He smiled and made the motion of tipping an imaginary hat. “My name is Troy Evans. We met over a year ago because of my cousin Greg. Does the name Greg mean anything to you?”Amy shook her head. “No, but I like your name.” She smiled shyly and added, “Troy is a good name.”Both men shared a glance, communicating something silently and then Troy asked, “What did the doctor say? If you don’t mind me asking.”“He thinks the accident caused temporary memory loss, but assures me I will get them back. I hope I do…” Amy felt the tears coming again.“Amy, please don’t cry.” Troy came over and wrapped his arms around her again. She closed her eyes. Even though Amy didn’t remember him, Troy’s embrace felt safe and warm just like his name.“Give her space,” Brad snapped. “She doesn’t even know who you are. You think she wants strangers hanging on her like that?”Troy slowly pulled away, looking down at her. “Amy, you’ve got to remember me. You and I have had rousing good times together. I’d be happy to tell you about them if he,” Troy nodded at Brad, “would give us a moment alone.”“I am not leaving Amy alone with a cad like you.”“Amy never mentioned anyone named Brad and I was with her a week before the accident.”Amy looked over at Brad again. He gazed at her with such intensity it made her stomach flutter. “Amy and I have a long history together. Longer than yours I can assure you.” Brad took her hand again and squeezed it gently. “Circumstances separated us, but that’s in the past.” He moved in close. “I’m here for you, Amy.”His words had a calming effect. I’m here for you…Those were powerful words. “I appreciate that,” she said softly, staring into those heavenly green eyes. 

On the Thirteenth Day of Christmas Red Phoenix Gave to Me

A Romantically Sweet Seduction...

Troy has returned for Amy, but he only has a few days to win her back. He pulls out all the stops to impress and delight her. I wrote this for all the people who love romance with their sex.

Excerpt from the short story Lover Mine: 
(Short Story is FREE on Amazon, B&N, Apple, and Smashwords. The entire series is available for only 4.99, click here)


“I didn’t realize you were an art buff, Aims.”Her laughter was sweet. “I’m not. I just have a few I really like. What’s your favorite painting?”Troy stopped in front of a huge canvas. It was completely white except for a red splotch in the lower right corner. “This is more my speed.”“Hmm…what does it say to you?”“Oops.”“Oops?”“Yeah, oops I was just getting ready to paint my masterpiece and tripped, pouring this stupid red paint on it.”Amy grinned. “I can see you are quite the art aficionado.” “Yes, people all over the world eagerly await my opinion. You may not know this, but I have ruined many an artist’s career with just one bad review.”She squeezed his hand. “You’re right, I never understood what an important man you are.”Troy leaned down and kissed her in front of the red splotch painting. He knew it would become his favorite piece of art after this.The two walked around the museum, trying to outdo each other in their attempts to sound knowledgeable as they discussed the different pieces. Every now and then, Troy lightly touched her breasts, bending over to look closely at a sculpture or gave a quick caress of her shapely ass as he moved up behind her. He couldn’t help it; she was just that intoxicating.Amy didn’t seem to mind. In fact, several times she leaned into his body, pressing those lovely nipples against his skin. The two of them were shameless in the way they teased each other. Troy noticed one of the guards grinning at them. Oh yeah, buddy. You wish you were me.After the art museum, Troy drove Amy to one of the tallest high-rises in the city. He took her all the way to the top. “This restaurant is supposed to have the best view of downtown,” he informed her on the long elevator ride up.Amy appeared nauseous. “I hate heights,” she whispered.He caressed her cheek, chuckling softly. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. You have a thick window pane protecting you.”“Still…” she sighed.When the elevator doors opened, she hesitated. Troy guided her in with his hand on the small of her back. The restaurant was impressive with its circular shape and scenic windows. When the host asked where they would like to sit, Troy automatically asked for a table near a window. When Amy squeezed his hand painfully, he quickly changed his answer. “Actually, let’s have a table at the center. He led them to a small table smack in the middle of the large restaurant.Troy complained jokingly as they sat down, “What’s the point of eating at the top of the world if you can’t see it?” He noticed she was staring intently at her menu. She looked a little green. “Hey Aims, are you okay? Really, we don’t have to eat here. I didn’t know you were so scared of heights.”She looked up at him, her eyes dilated with fear. “It’s okay.”Troy put his menu down. “No, Amy. This is supposed to be a romantic meal. If you are scared to death it kind of defeats the purpose.”“Let’s walk over to the edge. Maybe if I see it, it won’t be so bad.”“Are you sure?”Amy stuck her chin up bravely. “Yes.”Troy took her trembling hand and walked her over to the nearest window. He could feel her pull back the closer they got. “You okay?”“Yep.”Troy put his arms around her. “I got ya. It really is a beautiful view, Aims.”She made tiny steps up to the window and then finally took a peek. “Wow.”“Yeah, pretty amazing isn’t it.”“Everything seems different from up here.” She pointed, “Look, there’s the museum.”“And right over there is my hotel.” Troy pointed to the Grand Hotel a few blocks down.“Wow, you’re staying at a swanky place, lover.”“Want to see it after dinner?”Amy gave him a knowing smile. “What? You want to show me your bed that vibrates for a quarter?”“Costs five bucks at this place, but the vibration lasts for hours,” he answered.

Some of My Favorite Things ~ Red Phoenix

My fave jammies, like seriously! ~CafePress
If you are in need of Christmas ideas for yourself or others, check out both Red Phoenix stores.

On CafePress and Zazzle there are a bunch of fun products created by Nicole Delfs and Linda Cline. These are some of my favorites. When I say favorites, I mean I love these items and enjoy them daily!  :)  ~Red

My Sub Mug ~ Zazzle

Dom Mug ~Zazzle
The Bumper Sticker on My Car ~ CafePress


Brie Ornaments ~ Zazzle













My Magnets ~ Zazzle
Travel Mug ~ CafePress












Google Keychain ~ CafePress
Phoenix Pillow ~ CafePress
 Those who have been naughty and nice deserve a little wicked fun. ;)

On the Twelfth Day of Christmas Red Phoenix Gave to Me

A walk on the wild side of exhibitionism...

It was time to find out what Troy was up to in India (a country I have fallen in love with from afar. He is trying to forget Amy, and has a little Italian doing all she can to distract him. Her thing? Having quickies all over India.

Excerpt from the short story Thrilling Her: 
(Short Story is FREE on Amazon, B&N, Apple, and Smashwords. The entire series is available for only 4.99, click here)


“Take me to the Rajabai Clock Tower. It’s only twenty minutes from here.”On the drive over, Delfina spread her legs and hiked up her skirt. Troy clearly saw her dark-haired pussy glistening with excitement. Having pounded her once, his dick was desperate to take it again.Once they arrived at the destination, she leaned over and whispered. “Touch me. Feel the heat of my fica.”Even though there were people walking past their car, Troy slid his finger into her pussy with relish. He groaned when he felt how wet she was. He started to stroke her, but she pulled away. “No, no.”Before they entered the tower, Delfina took a picture. “Something to remember this by. Now come with me, Amor.” He willingly followed behind her, enjoying the view her short skirt provided as she climbed the spiral staircase. Troy felt the sexual tension rise the closer they got to the top. He knew in a few minutes that he would be deep inside that naughty pussy of hers.Unfortunately, a talkative British couple at the top was intent on befriending them. Delfina laughed and encouraged them to share stories knowing full well it was driving Troy crazy. The couple finally left, but only after Delfina promised they’d meet for coffee later on.She winked at Troy. “Are you ready, Amor?”He growled hungrily, “I have been since the car.”Delfina giggled, leaning over the railing suggestively. She arched her back, spread her legs and wiggled her ass. He looked around before hiking her skirt up, exposing her moist cunt. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his aching dick. It was purple from having waited so long. Troy thrust into her aggressively. She gasped, but Troy could tell it pleased her.“Yes, Amor. Punish my fica for making you wait so long.”He held her down against the rail taking her deep, needing to hear her cry out. She did not disappoint. Delfina’s moans echoed through the campus square and attracted the attention of a student walking down below. The young woman looked up and waved.He continued to pump her deep, enjoying the idea of fucking Delfina in broad daylight while a stranger interacted with them - oblivious to what she was witnessing. “I’m going to come inside you, Delfina. Right now, while that woman waves at you,” Troy growled.“Oh, yes. Do it, do it!”She waved back to the student as He rammed his cock into her. He pressed her body against the railing as his penis repeatedly thrust hot come into her warm depths. Delfina managed to throw the woman a kiss as she took his onslaught. “Bello, bello…” she whispered to him.To his surprise, Troy saw the young woman enter the bottom of the tower. It appeared she was coming up to meet them. He pulled out after his orgasm subsided and zipped his pants. Delfina adjusted her skirt, laughing under her breath.“What are you going to say to her?” Troy asked.“That it was such a bella dayI just had to share it.”He smiled. “Do you think she knows what we were doing?”“We shall find out soon enough, Amor.” Delfina kissed his cheek and walked to the doorway to greet the woman. 

On the Eleventh Day of Christmas Red Phoenix Gave to Me

Amy's First Time with aaaaa Foursome...

I wanted to explore what it would be like for Amy to have an encounter with a woman for the first time. But within the boundaries of a couple/couple foursome which includes her "boy toys". 

Excerpt from the short story The Quartet: 
(Short Story is .99 on Amazon, B&N, Apple, and Smashwords. The entire series is available for only 4.99, click here)

Amy peeled off her thong and spread her legs for him. She moaned when his warm tongue began flicking against her sensitive nodule. Oh, he’s damn good. “Troy, you really know how to eat a woman,” she purred.Once again, Greg followed Troy’s lead. After shedding his clothes, he spread Sheila’s legs wide so that he could lick her folds. Amy had the perfect vantage point to see him in action. Greg stroked her slit with his fingers before licking the length of her with his long tongue. The expression on his face and his hardening cock convinced her that Greg thoroughly enjoyed his job.Amy groaned and automatically arched her back when Troy started stimulating her clit with his fingers. She closed her eyes, focusing solely on him. Her body yearned to feel the penetration. Troy fulfilled her unspoken desire by inserting two fingers deep inside her. She pressed against his hand, delighting in his infiltration. “Oh, how I’ve missed your eager body,” Troy said. He went back to licking her clit while stroking her with his fingers.She heard Sheila gasp beside her. Her own nipples hardened in response to the noise. She never thought she would react to another woman’s cries of passion. It was disconcerting.All of her focus returned back to Troy when he found her G-spot. Amy’s heart rate increased triple fold and the fire started to build between her legs. Troy increased the intensity by moving up to suck on her breasts. He flicked his tongue against her hard nipple, sending ripples of electricity straight to her groin. She was surprised to feel a strong contraction deep within her, indicating an orgasm was imminent. “I’m coming, Troy,” she whispered just before the wave crested over. The climax was quick and short. Her body had been so greedy for it that there was no build up to heighten the sensation.“Wow, that was fast,” Sheila commented.Amy suddenly felt ashamed and turned away, but Troy changed her mindset instantly when he whispered, “I’ve been waiting a year to make you come again. You are too damn sexy, Amy.” He darted his tongue into her mouth. “Everything about you tastes good,” he growled passionately. He buried his head into her neck and Amy found herself unintentionally watching Greg thrust his finger into Sheila. She observed the way Sheila’s inner lips encased his fingers as he thrust into her pussy. The only thing missing was glistening wetness. Despite Greg’s attention, Sheila didn’t seem fully into it. Maybe all this was too weird for her.When Troy returned to her lips, Amy reached down and took his shaft in her hand stroking him gently. “Now it’s my turn to please you.”Troy sighed before answering. “I am not sure how long I can last, but I’ve missed those sexy lips.” He moved up so that his cock was in line with her mouth. When her lips touched the smooth head of his shaft, he grunted. “Oh yes, that’s what I’ve been missing.”She licked his penis and lightly nibbled the edges of his head before taking him fully into her mouth. As soon as she started sucking, Troy groaned. “Crap. A year away from you is too long.” She looked up at him with his cock still in her mouth and giggled. “Amy, your giggling is going to make me come if you are not careful.”Amy immediately froze as a timid finger touched her clit. Without looking, she knew it was Sheila. She closed her eyes. Should I push Sheila’s hand away or get up and leave? 

On the Tenth Day of Christmas Red Phoenix Gave to Me

One of My Favorite Fantasies...

I always thought it would be fun to have a hotel like this. To have an encounter with a mysterious stranger with no strings attached thrills me. Naturally, I had to add a twist for Amy, because that's what I do. Enjoy one of my ultimate daydreams.

Excerpt from the short story Secret Admirer: 
(Short Story is FREE on Amazon, B&N, Apple, and Smashwords. The entire series is available for only 4.99, click here)



She put the blindfold over her eyes. The fit was tight but comfortable. She would not be able to peek without taking it off. Amy lay on the luxurious bed completely naked, waiting for her partner to come. Her heartbeat echoed in her head while she waited. The anticipation was thrilling – not knowing who would come through the door or what he would do with her. She wondered how the night would unfold. Would he be shy and uncertain, sexually aggressive, or sweet and romantic?All of Amy's senses went on red alert the instant she heard the key in the lock. It opened slowly. Her breath increased. Then the door closed shut and there was the click as the lock slid into place. He’s here. Her nipples hardened and she felt her groin contract in response to his presence. She tried to control her breathing as his light footsteps moved across the carpeted floor. The smell of a lime-like aftershave preceded him.“Oh, you are stunning.” The man’s voice was low and intoxicating.She heard the sounds of material shifting and assumed he was taking off his shirt. Then the distinct sound of a belt unbuckling and the unzipping of pants. It was followed by the crash of a belt hitting the floor, letting her know he was no longer clothed. This guy isn’t wasting any time.Amy’s heart pounded when she felt his weight on the bed. Then his hand touched her right foot and slowly made its way up her leg. “Is this your first time here?” he asked.“Yes.”“Good.” His fingers continued up her leg, slowly passing by her mound and over her breasts until they made their way to her lips. He lightly grazed her bottom lip with one finger. He paused for a second and then said, “I can’t believe my luck.” Her anonymous lover’s hand lightly caressed her shoulder and traveled down her arm. Her senses were heightened, making his touch like fire on her sensitive skin. He made concentric circles around her right breast, finally landing on her nipple. He pinched and pulled on it, making her gasp in pleasure. Then he performed the same maneuver on the other breast. After being so quick to undress, her partner was leisurely in the way he played with her body. He seemed in no hurry to take her and she was grateful. She enjoyed the buildup he was creating.“Do you like your nipples sucked?”“Yes,” she whispered.She felt the bed shift as he leaned over. His warm lips encased her left nipple. She could feel the rough hair of his mustache. Her mysterious partner sucked her receptive nipple and brushed it lightly with his tongue. Amy squirmed in delight. He moved to the other one and sucked even harder. She moaned, enjoying the amount of suction he was giving to it. However, he didn’t stay there long. Instead, her lover moved his kisses to her bellybutton and swirled his tongue playfully around it. She was getting more excited with each passing moment. He began licking and nipping his way down. 

On the Ninth Day of Christmas Red Phoenix Gave to Me

A Randy Time with her British Lover...

I have always had a thing for British accents! ;) In this story Jeremey the Brit comes to sweep Amy the Yank off her feet for a couple of days. This short story is full of whit and wickedness as the humorous Brit introduces Amy to the thrill of exhibitionism.

Excerpt from the short story British Lover: 
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Amy wrapped her arms around her chest. “These are not knockers, Brit. These are breasts.”Jeremy winked, “I apologize, love. Certainly didn’t mean to offend.” Amy put her arms back down and let him finish unbuttoning her blouse. She sat up so he could help her out of her bra and when she lay back on the desk, he whistled long and loud. “Those are brilliant breasts, indeed.” He swooped down and began licking one while caressing the other. She arched her back, enjoying the expert way he flicked them with his tongue, sending electrical jolts straight to her pussy.He scooted her ass to the edge of the desk and stood before her with his uncircumcised shaft. “Do you realize I will be the first man to fully enjoy your fanny? The other men you’ve been with had their sensitive part chopped off. But me, I am going to enjoy your body the way God intended.”Amy looked at his cock again and felt a tingling sensation in her groin at the thought of having his unusual piece of manhood fuck her. He took hold of his dick and rubbed it against her clit. Amy watched in fascination as he pushed it, foreskin and all, into her moist opening. She lay back and closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his John Thomas sliding in and out of her. She was suddenly hit with a prickling feeling and immediately looked out the window. She was shocked to see a man watching them from the bus stop directly across the street and froze. “Jeremy, somebody is out there!”He smiled calmly, “I know, love. He’s been watching for a while.”“How long?”Jeremy leisurely pushed Amy’s arms back above her head and kissed her. “Keep your arms back so he can see the delightful way your breasts bounce when I bang you.” Jeremy grabbed onto her waist and starting thrusting with more conviction. Amy’s breasts bounced with each thrust, making him smile. “Absolutely brilliant.”She snuck a peek and saw that the “man” was wearing oversized pants and a backward cap. He leaned against the pole of the bus sign, watching them intently. She arched her back to create a different feel, figuring it would also look good to their observer. Jeremy ran his hand slowly down from her chest to her stomach with a look of admiration on his face. “You are fine looking, Yank. A real piece of art.” He took hold of one of her legs and pushed it upwards, giving more depth to his thrusts. “I love those posh knoc… breasts.” Amy smiled; his accent was still a turn-on.“Would you like to try a different position?” she asked, wanting to take him doggie style.“Whatever pleases you, love.” He pulled out and Amy got off the desk and turned around, looking back at him demurely. “Blimey, that’s a sweet bum, Yank.” He pushed his cock back into her pussy and caressed her ass with relish. “That poor bloke is wishing he were me right now. Just think of the stories he will be telling his mates tonight.” Jeremy pulled back her hair with one hand while holding onto her waist with the other. He started long thrusts that she knew would lead to his climax. Amy moaned in pleasure. She felt so sexy; so powerful in that moment. 

On the Eighth Day of Christmas Red Phoenix Gave to Me

The Intimate Offering of Her Gift...

Many women are scared of anal sex, but it can be a sensual experience. I wrote this story to show how it can be a loving and equally exciting experience.

Excerpt from the short story Her Gift: 
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Troy leaned over and whispered, “Prettiest ass I’ve ever seen.”She purred, “Thank you, Lover.”His heart skipped a beat. The word affected him physically. The fact they were lovers made this experience far more stimulating. “I think you should lie down on your back.”Amy looked at him questioningly. “Why?”“I’ve read it makes it easier the first time.“Have you done it like that before?”“No.”Amy lay down the bed and smiled at him. “Good.”Troy took one of her pillows and placed it underneath her sweet little butt. “I’m going to take you missionary style. I’ll be as gentle as I can. If it hurts, tell me.”She looked at him confidently. “I trust you.”Troy pushed her knees to her chest. Then he positioned his cock against her tightly puckered hole. His heart was racing. Troy pushed against her anus, rocking slowly back and forth. After several minutes, he found he wasn’t getting anywhere. It didn’t appear this first time would be easy for her.“Try to relax, Amy. I’m not going to rush this.” he pushed a little harder. Still her body resisted. Troy looked down and saw she was biting her lip, trying not to smile. “Push harder. It’s okay. I want to feel you inside me.”He held his breath as he gave a quick shallow thrust. The head of his cock disappeared into her ass, instantly surrounding him with her tight warmth. Amy cried out in what sounded like pleasure, but he wasn’t sure. “Are you okay?” “Yes,” she giggled softly. “It feels so different. More intense.”Troy remained still, letting her muscles adjust to his girth. He bent down and kissed her. “Your body feels good.”Amy wrapped her arms around his neck. “I want to take more of you, Lover.”Troy groaned in pleasure as he started his initial thrusts. “God, you’re tight.” He loved the feeling of his dick slowly pushing into her virginal depths. Her ass was so taut that it amplified the intensity of the experience. “I can feel every centimeter of your shaft,” she purred. She looked up at Troy and whispered, “I love it.”He continued kissing Amy as he pushed inch by inch until his entire dick was deep inside her. He stopped again. She was so tight he was afraid to start thrusting vigorously. “You have all of me. Do you want me to pull out now?”Amy shook her head slowly from side to side on the pillow. “No, I want to feel you come inside me.”“I’m a little concerned I’ll hurt you when I climax.”“It won’t hurt, Troy. I want this.” She lifted her head and kissed him on the lips. “Take me, Lover.”