KISSING, ALIEN STYLE ~ Guest Post by @CaraBristol #Terran #scifirom
Terran: Kissing Alien Style…
By Cara Bristol
Is anything as complex as a simple kiss?
A kiss can be sexual, affectionate, loving, chaste, perfunctory, religious, two-faced, exploratory, or confident. Lovers kiss, but so do parents and children, siblings, friends, rivals, and pet owners. People kiss to say I love you, I like you, I’m glad to see you, hello, goodbye, good luck, and watch your back–I’m coming for you (a Judas kiss).
Unlike other sexual acts, kissing—when the purpose is not sexual—is socially acceptable in public. At times a kiss is not only accepted but expected—at weddings, the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve, under the mistletoe at Christmas.
Unlike sexual intercourse, which has many synonyms (most of them crude, ribald or clinical), the word kiss has very few. You can describe a kiss in many ways, but few options exist for a direct word-for-for substitution—peck, buss, smooch, osculate.
Kissing varies by culture. Approximately ten percent of the world doesn’t kiss due to superstition or because they consider it dirty. In American culture, adult heterosexual men generally do not kiss other men, although some fathers do kiss their sons.
To kiss, one generally leans close to another person and closes one’s eyes, an act that puts one in position of vulnerability.
Which is why the aggressive, warlike Parseon people in my sci-fi romance Terran don’t kiss. It is a custom that is completely foreign to them and none of men on the male dominated planet would put themselves into such a position. Except hero Marlix has kidnapped a Terran female who attempts to seduce her way to freedom. She has no way of knowing that Parseon’s don’t kiss.
Enjoy an excerpt from Terran:
“I have never met anyone like you,” he said.
“Terran?”
“Colorful.” She lit up the starkness of his existence, painted the grays, the blacks, the whites to vivid hues like her hair, her eyes, her skin. He lived a life of harsh simplicity, actions and reactions defined. Expectations set and met. Certainty a certitude.
Yet she aroused questions, raised impossibilities, and caused him to yearn for things he should not want.
She sashayed up to him, rose on tiptoe, and wrapped her arms around his neck. He lowered his head. She closed her eyes and pressed her mouth to his.
Startled, Marlix froze, unable to make sense of her behavior or why it should cause heat to flood his body as if he suffered from a massive infection.
Tara pulled back and opened her eyes. “You have been with a woman before, haven’t you?”
She made it sound like an embarrassment if he had not, rather than the disgrace it was that he had. He stiffened. “I have used many women. Why would you say such a thing?”
“Then kiss me.”
“Pressing lips is kissing?”
“It involves some other stuff, but yeah.”
He hesitated, wary. “What other stuff?”
“Let’s lie on the bed.” Tara strode to the platform and stretched out in the center.
Marlix eased down next to her. She scooted close. “When I kiss you, open your mouth,” she commanded.
“Open my—”
Tara covered his lips with hers. She closed her eyes so that her lashes formed crescents on her cheeks. Marlix stared as the tip of her tongue stroked the outside of his mouth before slipping inside. Debauchery to be sure. Depraved. But…monto…so good… She surprised him again when her eyes sprang open, and he found himself drowning in a sea of green.
“You’re supposed to close your eyes,” she murmured against his mouth.
“Why?”
“It’s better that way. Trust me, okay?”
He could not and did not trust anyone except for Urazi, but her request seemed harmless. He had nothing to fear from her; he could overpower her.
He closed his eyes.
She kissed him again, and without the distracting visual, her touch electrified him. Her lips caused his to tingle.
He groaned.
She smiled against his mouth and pressed her body even tighter to his. Such softness for such a commanding creature. Under her tutelage, he learned how to kiss and found he could not get enough of her sweet taste. He plundered her mouth with increasing fervor. When he came up for air, she turned her head to the side, and he could not resist the curve of her neck. Perhaps one could kiss other parts besides the mouth?
Terran by Cara Bristol
After fleeing heartache on Terra, Tara Diehl has adjusted to male-dominated Parseon better than most vendors until she is kidnapped by Alpha Marlix, a ruling commander. At first her tall, muscled abductor terrifies her, especially when he doesn’t hesitate to quell her struggle for freedom with some force. When her attempts to escape fail, she decides to seduce her way to freedom.
But out of seduction and subterfuge grow a true intimacy that cause Marlix and Tara to take action that drives Parseon to the brink of civil war, threatening not only their relationship, but also their lives.
Terran, the second book in the Breeder sci-fi series, is a “capture” romance involving a domineering but hunky alien, a female with a bad dye job and an even worse attitude, hot sex, and spanking.
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