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Masturbation Monday No. 82

Nichy had not been on library duty for a few weeks, but now she had made up for lost time. Her colleague that she usually switched off with, was on a work trip that also included Renee and Gavin. Nichy only had Tyler of her group to hang out with, and he had so much work that she barely even saw him.

She was sitting at the desk with her hands folded. The library had to be manned, but most nights it was pretty empty. Nichy wondered why she had not gotten any emails from Renee or Gavin. It did not make her unduly nervous about them being away together, but it was awkward for her. She knew Renee was jealous of Gavin and Tyler, so she was not sure what could happen if they had a few drinks.

Nichy had barely spent any time with Renee or Tyler alone since Gavin came back. It was like he was hers again, and she was consumed with him. Even with the MJ fiasco. Gavin had decided not to go to the funeral, but had made a generous donation in honor of MJ’s mother’s charities.

But her mother dying had opened things up for their relationship to become more friendly. Nichy could not even blame him. MJ was a beautiful ballerina, and it was clear that she had had deep feelings for Gavin.

And he for her.

“Nichy!”

Nichy gasped when she saw Tyler standing in front of her.

“I am glad I came to check on you. I figured you might be lonely, and you were so lost in your own world you did not see me!”

She smiled at him, and he smiled back. His warm smile that crept up all the way to his eyes. Nichy had to admit, that she really had a crush on him. Unlike Gavin and Renee who were always friends of hers and so accessible to her, she had never really given Tyler a chance. Even when he flirted with her. She discounted him so easily, that she never thought it would amount to anything more with him and her.

Sitting at the bar where they always met as a group in the same booth where she sat with Gavin, her thigh was pressed to Tyler’s. Tyler’s breath smelled of the craft beer that he drank, as he pressed his lips to her shoulder. Out of her periphery vision, he looked so innocent. As she pressed her head to his, no one knew that she was getting the hand job of a lifetime. She was so wet, but where her finger would have slipped off of her clit…his thick fingers remained covering it. She closed her eyes, and gripped the edge of the tablecloth.

“Do you want me to take you into the bathroom like I did Renee, since I know you liked watching us? Or finish you off here?”

“Both,” Nichy mewled. “Both.”

Tyler flicked his finger nonchalantly, and she came so suddenly she lost her breath. His lips on her shoulder suddenly felt extra sensitive, and made her spasms even harder.

It felt like her clit and labia tremored for a while after she came, Tyler tugged at her hand and she thought of what she saw of him and Renee in the bathroom booth happening between them.

“Come home with me,” he said softly, and the sound of his voice made her tremble. “I can’t tear you apart like I need to in a bathroom stall…”
Nichy came when he said that, his fingers tracing her still wet labia. She nodded softly, then harder because she was not even able to speak.

She wanted him to tear her apart properly…

Very thankful for Steven Otero sending me this link, and this video—both inspired this post.

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Sinful Sunday, Week 259: The End of Lent

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My Sexy Saturday — Some Sexy Action

I am sooooo thrilled to be in Jillian Boyd’s upcoming anthology, To Obey Her. It is our second book together with House of Erotica, the first one was Spy Games. Here is a peek of my story in the anthology, “With A Bow on Top.”

She took off her dress the way that Sabrina had asked her to. Sabrina smiled, and tipped her bowler hat at her, before she slowly undressed herself.

Annette felt more than naked after she took off her clothes. Standing in just her garter belt and stockings.

“No panties?” Sabrina asked, as she dragged her fingernail from Annette’s navel to the beginning of her slit.

Annette bit her lip, and shifted nervously. Her nipples were hard from the coolness of the room, and Sabrina being so close to her.

There is a ton more sexy action on the My Sexy Saturday blog. There will be a ton more about To Obey Her on my blog–stay tuned!

Guest Blogger MK Meredith Is More Glamourous Than A Movie Star!!!

I am so happy to have the wonderful MK Meredith as my guest today! MK is infectiously lovely, and when she shared a penchant for hot romance with me, I knew I had made a new friend! Her Facebook posts glow with happiness and positivity, and I just think she is wonderful! Without further ado, here she is just as glamourous as any of the retro movie stars!!!

MK on the big screen? Ha! I am thrilled to have been invited by Leonora to participate on her blog! As you all know, she is an absolute delight, and I’m so fortunate to have her in my writing community.

My name is MK Meredith, and I write contemporary romance that promises an emotional ride on heated sheets.

For the first time since publishing, the first book in my Malibu Sights series is on sale! And not just a small sale, but marked down from $3.99 to 99¢! I’m so excited.

I don’t know why this excites me so, but it does. Kind of like when I find a great pair of heels on sale, or the last large spoonful of peanut butter in the jar. Or a new movie star to add to my hero inspiration file!

The film industry intrigues me.

The glamour, the lifestyle, and the romance of it all when it’s good. The back stabbing and money hungry wasteland when it’s bad.

If you’ve ever read Adventures in the Screen Trade by William Goldman, then you’re already familiar with the circus sometimes put on in Hollywood. I couldn’t believe it, but it only served to pull me in further. I was the rubber necking driver slowly passing by an accident, or the gawping bystander at a train wreck. I couldn’t help but to keep looking, or in this case keep reading. And then I wanted to write about it.

The actual money spent, sometimes wasted, to make people happy during movie production is beyond crazy to me. You’d think one must act professionally, but it seems in Hollywood, the bigger your name is, the more crap they’ll put up with.

And don’t get me started on the politics, the reach arounds, and the payoffs. LOL!

But, there is also a yearning, a drive to create something beautiful, something memorable. To tell a story worth watching. I get that, because I truly want to write stories worth reading.

And I LOVE watching movies. I’m a movie junky. I’m not picky, nor do I attest to having any kind of refined taste. I love them all! I watch them and dissect them as often as I can fit into my schedule. I also have my Hollywood heartthrob favorites like Gerard Butler, model David Gandy, and right now I’m diggin’ Tom Ellis. So it seemed like a fun idea to write a series wrapped around all the drama and inspired by my favorite media men, which is how my Malibu Sights series all started. The inspiration for A-list actor Gage Cutler in Malibu Betrayals was Gerard Butler and sex-pot producer Roque Gallagher in Malibu Secrets was inspired by David Gandy.

As many do at one point or another, I used to dream about being an actress, starring opposite such swoon worthy leading man. When I was very young, I remember watching Martha Plimpton and River Phoenix in the movie Running on Empty, thinking, “I could do that.”

Ha!

The hell I could.

And here are my top five reasons why I could never be ‘in the movies’.

#5. The writers would hate me…cause I’m a writer. I’d question every character arc, every story line development, and then wonder why they were killing off my character by the second scene when I was originally the heroine. Ha!

#4. I’m 5’9” with the shoulders of a linebacker. On screen that translates to a female Andre the Giant. Tom Cruise would barely reach nipple level, leaving us to have very awkward conversations or him on stilts. Neither works well on screen.

#3. I don’t like getting up early. From books I’ve read to celebrity interviews to friends in the biz, I hear of the hours that they need to keep. I can stay up into the early hours of morning, but I can’t get up in the early hours of the morning. I’m always so confused when people say the words ‘get up’ and ‘4 a.m.’ in the same sentence.

#2. I have resting B face with the Elvis scowl. You know the look, the one where my lip pulls up at one corner and nowhere else? Yeah…that’s me. Unfortunately it’s a go to face that I have no control over. Anytime I see a candid photo of myself, there I am looking like I’m recreating a pissed off rendition of Jail House Rock. The paparazzi would have a hay day.

#1. My hearts attached to my vagina. If I had to do a love scene and kiss someone, I’d fall in love with them. And I can’t have that. I’m already very happily married to a man who likes me in spite of myself, and I want to keep it that way. LOL!

So you see, it isn’t to be. Plus I don’t think I can act worth a damn. So there’s that, too.

But I do love a good story, and I love romance. So guess what? I write books like Malibu Betrayals.

Blurb

In Malibu Betrayals, screenwriter Samantha Dekker’s been burned by the Hollywood scene in the worst way, so it’s no surprised that she isn’t ready for love. But what the hell’s a woman to do when love is ready for her—and with the paparazzi in hand? Especially when that love comes in the form of heart-stoppingly-sexy, A-list actor Gage Cutler. This is her chance to write a whole new ending. No matter if she’s one to leap toward her future or tiptoe, she’ll first have to let go of her past.

So whether through books or movies, the stories are being told. Go grab your favorite one and give yourself a little HEA! And tell me your favorites! I want to know. ☺

Hugs, loves, and peanut butter!

MK

Excerpt ~ Malibu Betrayals

“Tell me more about your feelings toward these crazy Cutler fans.”

Ignoring him, she looked him over from across the table, and purposely biting her lower lip, pushed her silverware around and then lined each piece up in straight lines once more. “Do you know your eyes are sometimes green and sometimes blue?”

He cocked a brow. “Really? You want to talk about my eyes?”

That showed what he knew; his eyes really were alluring. She raised her brows.

Gage stared at her a moment and grinned, taking a long swallow from his glass. “Fine, last I checked my eyes were blue.”

Adrenaline emboldened her as she held his gaze. “Not when you’re coming; then they’re green.”

Gage choked.

Sam’s heart lurched and her face flushed a few thousand degrees hotter. Flirting with him was its own kind of high, and she wanted more.

A bark of laughter broke from his lips, and he tried to muffle it with his napkin, knowing security wasn’t too far off. Gage leaned in. “To be honest, I’ve never seen my eyes when I—”

Sam threw her hand up. “No, God, don’t say it again.” She squirmed in her seat as heat flushed her skin. She wasn’t sure if it was from her embarrassment or his gaze.

He slid those damned eyes up and down her body, at least what was visible above the table, and took bite of his scallops, chewing while he teased, “Are you kidding? I can totally get on board with this change in topic.”

“I’m not changing the topic.” Her face warmed.

He cocked his brow again. “I want to hear more about the color of my eyes, and anything to do with ‘coming.’”

Well, she did start it. Sam snatched a piece of ice from her glass and sucked the end of it. Then, with slow purposeful movements, she ran the cube over her jaw and down the side of her neck. If they were going to keep this fun and playful, she needed to do her part. Besides, pushing the envelope was more fun than she’d ever imagined. She might just need to try it more often. Her voice low, forcing him to lean closer, she said, “Your eyes are blue when you’re calm, in control. But when you get hot, when your body tightens with wanting, they glow a light cyan. As you get closer—you know what I mean by closer.”

Gage all but lay across the table, paying rapt attention to her every word. He nodded with the slightest of movement.

“When your skin slides against my skin, my breasts pressed against your chest, your body so tight, so hot that it can’t handle even, one…more…stroke. Bam!” She slapped the table.

Gage jumped and she laughed. He grabbed his napkin to wipe his brow and downed the rest of his water in one long swallow.

“Green.”

“What?” Gage asked.

She tried not to enjoy herself too much, but he deserved it. If he wasn’t going to let her off the hook, she’d put him on one.

***

MK Meredith writes single title contemporary romance promising an emotional ride on heated sheets. She believes the best route to success is to never stop learning.

Her lifelong love affair with peanut butter continues. Only two things come close in the battle for her affections: gorgeous heels and maybe Gerard Butler…or was it David Gandy? Who is she kidding? Her true loves are her husband and two children who have survived her SEA’s (spontaneous explosions of affection) and live to tell the tale. The Meredith’s live in the D.C. area with their two large fur babies…until the next adventure calls.

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Wicked Wednesday #199 — Books

Polly leaned against the stack of books in Colin’s library. Watching him, she was happy that she and Oscar had taken a break.

She was in Colin’s downtown New York apartment which was near the Strand, and thus he often got books there. In addition to his first editions and rare books—Colin could not resist a book. He had the same lust for them, that he had had for blood when they were going their faux vampire days as young lovers.

Now Colin was a professional collector of things, and right now it felt like he was collecting her. Polly stopped breathing when he stood in front of her.

“Why are you staring at me?” he asked.

Her mouth opened, but no words came out. Colin moved away from her, because she had let him drift away so many times before. She was not sure if he felt the shift, if the shift was hers alone. But her lips remained parted, while she said nothing.

He smiled at her, and turned around. Polly pressed her lips to his neck, and closed her eyes taking in his scent. Clean and crisp, like cotton of the his shirt.

“Don’t,” he said, even as his neck pushed against her lips. Polly pulled away, and bit her lip. Colin turned and looked at her, she let her eyes fall to the floor. He put his finger on her lip, and caressed its curve. “Why did you kiss my neck?”

“I’m sorry…”
“You told me not to touch you, and you kiss me? What do you want me to do?”

“Colin…”

He stared at her, and his eyes always undid her. She moved slowly as if under his spell.

“Stay like that. Don’t move…” he whispered, barely audibly.

Polly stood statuesque by the spiraled column of books. Colin caressed her jawbone, and leaned in as if to kiss her.

But he didn’t.

She remained perfectly still as he caressed her clavicle, his finger softer than the air, but making between her legs pulse like a drum. He circled her hard nipple, before he palmed her entire breast in his hand. He covered both of her breasts in his palms, and only the gauzy material of her blouse separated his hands from her bare skin.

Polly was so hungry for his touch, but she remained perfectly still. Perfectly poised, without straining for him. Even though her skin craved him. His hand on her left breast moved softly with the drumming of her heart. He pressed his lips to her neck, and her mouth opened with a ravenous moan, breaking her silence.

But her body remained still with desire…

There are AMAZING posts for this week’s theme “books.” You can read them all here.

I am a true bibliophile! Read my nonfiction take on books on LN Bey’s blog, Kinked Ink: Eroticists’ Favorite Erotica.

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Friday Flash No. 2 — XXX

When she was a teenager, she walked past an XXX movie theater going to school every day. She was naive about sex, so she stared at those glossy pornographic images with preternatural adolescent interest. Especially the one of the lady with the fruit salad between her legs, holding a fork above the fresh fruit.

But it was now, late at night with him in one of the passages that led from one forty-somethingeth street to another, that she felt the most salacious she ever had in Times Square. He kissed her neck, and slapped her thigh as he pulled it about him.

She did not know how to resist him. He made her feel like she would do anything with him, anywhere.

And she was.

His fingers moved in a tight maze over her thigh to her wet lips. She wanted him, he did not have to question it one bit. Her panties were soft and damp, and her hips undulated intuitively as he stroked just the very edge of her lips.

She pulled his hair, the long strands that fell about his shoulders. Her tongue reached out for the sweat on his skin, derived from the set that he had performed at a nearby bar. She was in the audience, she loved watching him. The him that bloomed onstage with the music that he loved. He played the drums like he was possessed, and the rhythm went though her body like a jungle melody. She knew he was going home with her, she knew she was going to be with him like this.

When she pulled his hair, his breath deepened and she knew that he was aroused. She did not care if anyone walked by and saw. They were shadowed, but she did not care. Times Square was cleansed for those who did not look deep enough, for the XXX exposed but hidden there.

He pulled her hair, and she moaned. His scent and his heat, seared her like a brand. She could not press her legs together, he held her open and she licked her lips.

Her lips pursed…

XXX

There! I have contributed my own XXX story for Friday Flash–won’t you join me???

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Masturbation Monday No. 81 — Make Me Sweat

Nichy lie in a puddle on her bed, she could still feel Gavin inside her. He was getting more or less dressed beside her.

MJ was coming to her apartment.

“I was just startled to see her name Nichy, it was not like I actually called you MJ,” he had said to her.

Nichy knew in her heart of hearts he was right, but hearing his ex’s name while he was inside her.

While she came….

She tried to convince Gavin that he did not have to prove anything to her. It was not like they had to do that. He asked her if he could ask MJ to her place, because it would make a statement.

And it sure did.

Maggie Jane walked into his house in slouchy dancer clothes. Her long, shapely legs were adorned with leg warmers, and she had on a mini dress over opaque tights. She still looked like a goddess, even dressed like that. Nichy threw on a slip, and a silk robe. She stood in her living room to acknowledge Maggie Jane.

“Thank you for letting me come over,” Maggie Jane smiled at Nichy.

Nichy nodded, and went to go back to her bedroom. Gavin looked at her with a desperate expression on his face.

“Nichy…” His voice stopped her from moving. “Nichy, whatever MJ has to say to me, she can say in front of you.”

Nichy saw the exasperation on Maggie Jane’s face.

“Fine,” Maggie Jane said, looking between them. “I just wanted to let you know that my mother died, and that I am going to be out of town.”

Nichy sat on her bed in her room alone, before she even realized she had left. Gavin had been close with Maggie Jane’s mother, and they were reminiscing. There was no reason to have to be between them playing the jealous girlfriend.

Her phone buzzed on her dresser, and she picked it up. Happy for the distraction. This time when she saw the peach, it was Renee with her legs spread open.

Thinking about you… the text from Renee said simply.

She was going to text Renee, when she saw that she had another text. Seeing Tyler’s name made her pause. Renee and her were lovers now, but Renee had always texted her about something or another because they had been friends first. But with Tyler, she never got texts until they became lovers.

Hey baby…he had texted her. His full erection was in his fist, and she saw a look of complete ecstasy on his face.

The fact that both of them had texted her separately was endearing to her.

She was on their minds even though they were not with her, and she realized that their connection was intense. She pulled off her silk robe and nightgown, and seeing her own naked reflection made her twitch even more between her legs. Nichy put one leg up on the bed, before lying back and placing her fingers over the naked flesh between them. She pressed the button for video, as she played with her damp hair there. She sent the salacious video to Renee and Tyler.

Thinking of you too…she texted, before she got under the sheets. It was while later, that she heard the front door of her apartment close. She closed her eyes, anticipating Gavin getting back into bed with her.

“You’re amazing…” He breathed between her shoulder blades when he got back into the bed, before cradling her breasts.

“I am sorry for your loss…” she said absently.
“MJ’s…yeah…” he whispered, then even more quietly. “I am not thinking about anyone else when I am in bed with you…”
The timbre of his voice made her sweat with desire…

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Sinful Sunday, Week 258 — Open Book

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Guest Blogger Eden Freed Teases Us with Violet Blooms!!!

BDSM Writers Con was AMAZING, mostly because I got to meet so many people who I am still in touch with. Eden Freed is awesome, we made instant friends and I was so happy about her first release Violet Blooms! I told her she had to come visit me, and she has…come to tease us a bit!

After meeting you at Charley Ferrer’s BDSM Writers Con I knew that you and your readers would love a little tease. My very first published story, Violet Blooms, was just released on Amazon Kindle Books As a virgin to the world of romance and erotica writing this was as much fun to write, as it was to watch people adjusting their seat while they read it, but that’s just my style. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of watching people squirm with pleasure. Enough foreplay! Here’s some information about the book.

Blurb

A young aspiring actress, majoring in Theatre Arts, must overcome mediocrity and learn to take direction in time to be discovered by a talent scout during her final performance. Her new acting coach decides to teach her direction through a non-conventional method: an introduction to BDSM. Will Violet have what it takes to learn the art of role-play, or will she end up on the “casting couch?”

Now, before I give you some little snippets from the book, I have to say that everyone’s introduction to BDSM is unique and utterly unforgettable. It can lure you in like a burlesque show, make you slide out of your seat and if you’re lucky enough, you’ll find someone to play with over and over again. ‘Nuff said.

Here are some snippets picked especially for you:

“Frankly, you frustrate me Violet. I could teach you,” he said and I felt Chase’s hand grip my wrist and pull it towards him. Something in his face changed from excitement to concern and he let go of me and straightened out his shirt. He sat back in his seat and blew out through pursed lips before he said, “There are rules.”

Without even hiking my jeans and underwear back up, I sat bare-assed on the cool leather couch and awaited my punishment. My lower lip was trembling with nervous anticipation. I could feel my breaths coming in short gasps keeping time with Blythe’s quick footsteps as he returned.

***

I loved each sub for who they were, but I wasn’t in love with them. Detaching myself from my subs a little made me a better master. I was more objective and able to exact obedience from them. One look at Violet pushed all of my reservation aside. I wanted to possess her completely and utterly.

***

“Love isn’t easy. It takes courage. There are days when you just want to walk away and call it quits because you feel as raw inside as you do outside, but you don’t go because it would hurt even more,” she said and sighed. I felt the same way. Georgette looked at me for a moment and asked, “Did you want me to make a collar for her?”

Hope you had fun with these. With BDSM practice makes perfect, you know. Have fun playing!

Oh, and don’t forget to stop by my blog, and visit my Liquid Friday Blog for fun authors and cocktails.

Eden Freed grew up in a busy city on the East Coast with a keen eye for observing people and a love of music. After moving to the quieter suburbs, she suddenly found herself with plenty of free time on her hands and a knack for writing and public speaking. After college she tried many careers, including professional entertainer. Eden kept writing for her own enjoyment until she decided to write her first book, a YA fantasy novel, as a gift for a dear friend. After that Eden has tinkered with several genres, but has a soft spot for BDSM erotica and women’s fiction.

A bookworm, Eden always has something to read with her. She has a lust for knowledge and enjoys the title of resident geek at home with her husband and children. When Eden isn’t enjoying treks through nature or time on the beach, she’s shooting her traditional bow at field targets or gaming.

Look for more of Eden’s books, and some of her favorite authors on her blog www.EdenFreed.com