I just told my friend Lana Fox that ladybugs are the only insect I let crawl on me…but I like butterflies too…
More Sinful Sunday here:
Guest Blogger Oleander Plume Tempts With Bondage Bites!!!
I always love to have my spectacular friend, as well as gifted partner-in-crime Oleander Plume on my blog! She and I are getting ready to edit Prompted, her brain child of an anthology together. Daily, you can find us smutting up Reddit for you with our sexysmut subreddit, and now Oleander has a delicous new solo morsel for us. Bondage Bites, edited by Alison Tyler came out on Tuesday, and Oleander is going to tell you a little bit about it…
I never expected to have a story in a book under the BDSM heading, so being included in this anthology took me by surprise. BDSM is just not my genre. However, I realized recently that there are many layers to BDSM. I like the idea of light bondage or a playful spanking, maybe a bit of femdom, and was happy to find out those types of stories have a place. That’s the beauty of the erotic genre, there is room for many flavors. Since Bondage Bites has 69 stories, there is something for every taste. Yummy!
Blurb: Get ready to kink your Kindle and hook up your Nook with these delightful and delicious short shorts from top BDSM eroticist Alison Tyler. Every kind of bondage is fully explored in this fun and romantic romp of kinky confections. Playful, inspirational and filled with surprises, Bondage Bites is a supremely pleasurable read.
Temptation
by Oleander Plume
Adam was below me holding the ladder, when a gust of wind tugged my skirt up over my hips, exposing everything. On the outside, I was dressed for fall weather; long flannel skirt, thick cardigan, knee socks and hiking boots. Underneath, I was deliciously bare and turned on to the point of wetness.
“And I thought apple picking would be boring,” Adam said with a chuckle.
I was on the second to last rung of the ladder, with my legs spread wide for leverage. Instead of pulling my skirt down, I arched my back to make the view a little more tantalizing.
“I’m going to need a taste of that.” Adam picked an apple, then slid it back and forth over my dripping slit. I heard the snap of his teeth as he took a bite. “I can’t decide which is juicier.”
Yummy indeed! Now go over to Oleander’s blog, where she has a guest blogger–Benji Bright!!!
Wicked Wednesday #169 — I don’t want realism, I want magic
“I don’t want realism, I want magic! Yes, yes, magic!”
Eliza was lying on her stomach, on her hotel bed in and out of sleep, watching A Streetcar
Named Desire.
She wanted magic too, she was desperate for it. When she first met Rafe, it was magical she had believed. Everything was magical up until the engagement. And then Oscar had been magical, and in ways maybe they both were. A kind of black magic that she had been naive about.
The door opened.
Her heart pounded and between her legs thumped, as she rolled onto her back on the mattress.
She had given Marcus her extra hotel key, even though she had not gone out for drinks with him, Elliott and Carla. Her intention was to give him time, time to decide if she was what he wanted. They had been playing such a sexy game until Rafe and Sandrine decided to play a game of their own without telling them. Eliza had to end the engagement, because it never ended with Rafe. There was always something or someone she did not know about with him. But meanwhile she ended her game with Marcus as well.
Marcus sat on the bed beside her, his suit still on him but everything of it begged to come off of him. His loosened tie, unbuckled belt…he fiddled with his cufflinks.
“How were the drinks?” Eliza asked, sounding to herself like Vivien Leigh as Blanche DuBois. She knew Marcus was mad that she had not gone with them, but she knew he would come back for her.
“I thought of you the whole damn time, and of fucking your heat with my fingers. I could still smell you on my fingers when I raised my drink, or had a cigarette!
She laughed and closed her eyes.
“You are not on set now Marcus, no need for the dramatics.”
Eliza was naked practically nin her negligee, the fabric of it felt like her own skin against her. Every part of her body was ripe for any part of his body to touch her hot skin. She really felt like she was on the fire that he said he wanted her to be on for him. Her legs were parted, and the flimsy material of her negligee that caressed the inside of her thighs made her squirm.
She squirmed more under Marcus, when he knelt on the bed with his arms were on either side of her.
Like the bars of a cage.
“You are not on a set either Eliza…” he said, his hot breath over her made her squirm even more.
“You are not on a set either, and you can stop playing the role that you have been playing. I can smell your heat you know? I know you are on fire, I know you are burning…” He paused and let his fingers slip under her negligee. “But I do not know if I am ready to put it out yet baby…”
Eliza was ashamed when she heard her own mewling under him, as he lifted up from over her. She had no intention of begging him, as she heard his belt buckle. Marcus caressed the curve of her neck. She was startled when his belt whipped forward out of the corner of her eye. He slipped the belt about her neck, tightening the loop about it like a leather aura that barely touched her skin. He let the strap of the belt fall between her breasts, and caressed her face like she was the most precious thing in the world. With his fingers inside the loop of his belt around her neck, he pressed his lips to her forehead. He kissed the wrinkles out of her forehead, the tip of her nose and then her mouth as her face relaxed.
Like magic.
Marcus pressed her close to his body, and she felt his desire ignite hers like a flame. Her body ruminated with a vibration she was not expecting, as she felt Marcus’ hand reach for his pocket where her hand rested.
“It’s Sandrine,” he said huskily.
Eliza knew he had to answer the phone, because they had children. Marcus had checked his phone frequently when they were in Paris. But right now? Eliza craved magic, she craved everything that she had wanted but did not have. She wanted magic, but it thwarted her pursuit every step of the way…
I love that Marie created this prompt based on a Twitter conversation that I had with Flutterby Flip, who encouraged me to watch A Streetcar Named Desire. I loved this quote so much from Blanche, I put it on my blog.
I love the marvelous and the magical!!!
More magic here:
i don’t want realism, i want magic via duck duck go images
Celebrating Rebecca Black('s Cover Reveal!!!)
It gives me a great deal of pleasure to have Rebecca Black on my blog again! She is a friend, and a super talented writer who is giving us a taste of her new release–licks lips–today. Here is Rebecca!
Thanks so much for hosting me today, honey and letting me give my new book, A Taste For Three a big shout out. Leonora was one of the first people to read my story before I submitted it to Evernight, and she was and is so excited about it. Her confidence in my writing gave me such a boost, and I will always appreciate that.
It’s here at last!! The wonderful Jay Aheer has created a sumptuous cover for A Taste For Three. I really, really love it and hope you do too.
A Taste For Three (m/m/f menage) comes out this Friday 28th August from Evernight Publishing. Here’s a little taste just for you!
Blurb
What’s worse than wanting a man she can’t have? Wanting his best friend as well, that’s what. Double the torture, double the sexual frustration, and double the pain in her heart when she desires everything she can’t have.
Chef Ellie Masters has a problem. Not only is she in love with two gorgeous men, but they both just happen to be her bosses. She’s holding back for all the right reasons, but is there a way for them to be together or will their powerful sexual attraction tear them apart?
In the sensual world of their French restaurant, Jack Quinn and Nate Johnson must find a way to level the playing field if they want more than just sumptuous food from their talented chef. Going to work has never been so sexy. A Taste for Three will leave you savouring this delicious menage and wanting more.
Her gaze moved from one to the other with an expectant look on her face. Her eyes rested on Jack when he leaned forward to rest his arms on the table. His beer was between his big hands and she watched his fingers trace the drops of condensation as they raced down the bottle.
“Us.” Jack’s hazel eyes locked with hers.
She swallowed. Hard. “Us? What do you mean?”
“The three of us. There’s more going on between us than just work.” His words held a note of conviction.
Oh God! He said three. He definitely said three. They couldn’t possibly know that she wanted both of them, could they? How the hell had she given that away? She thought she’d been so professional with them.
“Stop panicking, Ellie. Nothing we say or do from now on will affect our plans for the restaurants.” Nate’s calming words helped to some extent, but she still hadn’t taken her eyes off Jack. He was watching her like he expected her to run at any moment. He looked like he’d enjoy chasing her down and catching her too.
“I don’t understand…”
“We want you, Ellie. We need to know if you feel the same way.” Jack stated.
“We? What does that mean? I…both of you? But…”
“Yes. We want you. We need to know if you feel the same. Would you be prepared to be with us both?”
How was she supposed to respond to that? Nothing in her limited experience with men had prepared her for this conversation. She couldn’t see how anything good—well, apart from the sex—was going to come from this. How were they supposed to juggle working together, fucking, and being in a threesome? She wanted to though, so badly. Oh God, just the thought of having both of them.
But she just couldn’t risk it. What would happen when it was over? How could they possibly remain friends and work together? She’d be completely alone again if she had to leave. Her brain felt like it was in danger of a full meltdown. The temptation to run was strong and before she knew what she was doing, she’d jumped up. Her chair fell back. A distant part of her brain knew this wasn’t the most dignified way to handle this, but her fight or flight response was definitely urging her to get the hell out of there and not make a massive mistake.
She vaguely registered Nate’s shocked expression turning into a fleeting look of distress, but she didn’t get far before a steely arm grabbed her around her waist, yanking her off her feet. She was fairly sure she let out a little squeal as she landed on Jack’s lap.
“What the hell, Ellie?”
“Jack, calm down. She’s obviously freaked out.”
“I get that, but when did running away solve anything? We’re all adults here. If she doesn’t want this, all she has to do is say no.”
“We’ve gone about this all wrong, come on too strong. She’s scared. God, Ellie, we never wanted that. We just want to be with you. That’s all we’ve ever wanted.”
Jack’s arm held her firmly around her middle while his other hand rested on her hip.
Her heart was still trying to beat its way out of her chest, but she couldn’t ignore the heat emanating from his body. The hand on her hip kept gently, rhythmically flexing and releasing. She started to relax as she quietly listened to their words. She could hear the anxiety in both their voices and felt a rush of guilt at how she’d reacted. She was such a naive idiot—but she’d beat herself up for that later. Right now, she needed to make things right with the two most important men in her life.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I’m an idiot. I shouldn’t have tried to run off like that.”
“Jesus, don’t apologize, Ellie.” Nate reached across the table to take her hand. “It’s ok that you don’t want this. We’ll carry on and forget we ever mentioned it. Nothing needs to change—”
“I want it,” she whispered.
Author Bio:
Rebecca Black is a Yorkshire girl born and bred. She is first and foremost a voracious reader, as well as an author of erotica and erotic romance. She believes that the hottest sex scenes are the ones where emotions are involved (plus lots of dirty talk, lots of spanking, licking and sucking and well… you get the idea!) She is the author of A Taste For Three (m/m/f) from Evernight, and has several short stories due to be released in erotic anthologies and another book due out with Evernight in September ’15 Let’s Ride (f/f). Rebecca blogs regularly at Rebecca Black Erotica, and is a contributor to the fantastic Cliterati magazine.
Find her on Facebook, Twitter and Tumblr.
Masturbation Monday No. 51
Nichy’s hand was in a tight fist, when she jerked awake. She settled into the curve of Dorian’s body with ease, her hand still between her legs and
she moved it as if she touched the edge of a hot stove.That was how she got in this position in the first place.
“What do you want cheri?” Dorian had asked her in a saccharine voice, when her hand wandered there the first time.
She had dug her nails into his hand, and bit him as a response. Nonplussed, he walked away from her. Then everything went dark around her, she groaned at first before she realized he had blindfolded her. There was a bit of light, so she could see shapes and that made her feel a little better. Her calmness in this situation frightened her. Maybe it was her stray hope that Dorian would not hurt her…
Her body curved into his, his arm was heavy over her. There was no way for her to move without moving him. His arm around her had nothing to do with closeness or intimacy, and everything to do with making sure that she did not move.
Where was she going to wander to when she did not know where she was and could barely see?
Nichy let her fingertips tap her labia lightly through her clothes. She had not stopped thinking about Gavin. What was he thinking about her, did he think she had had too much and left? Or did he realize there was something sinister? Did he still feel the heavy desire that she did? They had been playing such a sexy game without meaning to. Her fingers tapped even heavier through her clothes as she thought about him, and she bit the inside of her arm. She bit the same spot she had bitten, when Gavin was stealing pleasure from her before they left for the hospital.
But now that arm was bound to the bedpost. She was blindfolded and bound, but relatively calm. The stray hope that Dorian would not hurt her lingered, but her mind did wander to true crime programs she watched. It was always the people you knew…
Dorian shifted suddenly, and she stopped breathing. Being under his heaviness was familiar and strange to her, as he pressed himself to the back of her. His fingers brushed her loose arm, and goosebumps bloomed underneath his touch. Nichy was embarrassed that her hand was still between her legs, as he caressed her wrist. He kissed the back of her neck, and took her hand in his. She squirmed when his fingertips caressed her inadvertently, afraid he could feel the thumping between her legs. The agitated space she had been in with Gavin, came to a head as she struggled on her side with Dorian. If she struggled, she only succeeded in pressing against his erection.
“Nichy, you remember don’t you? You remember when you liked this, when you liked me?”
“I loved you Dorian…”
Nichy bit her lip, as she automatically corrected him. She had loved him very much, but it was not the time to rehash that emotion right now. Dorian let go of her hand, and she squirmed because she missed the heat of his hand on the top of her thighs. His fingers now brushed her tied arm, loosening her. She curled into fetal position, rubbing the tingling that filled her arm.
Saying she had loved him, made him freeze. Nichy felt the frostiness between them.
“I am taking you home Nichy, I don’t know what I thought I was doing forcing you to come here. If you loved me, what am I doing right now? I am taking you home.”
Nichy sat up, her arm warm as the blood flowed through it liberally again. She was excited to go home, but she was afraid that Dorian knew all too well what he had done. Being close to him again, smelling him, having him touch her made everything she had wanted to forget rush like the blood was rushing into her arm again.
Next week is the one year anniversary of Masturbation Monday, read more here!
detail of a goya blindfold via wikipedia
Sinful Sunday, Week 228: New York Conference
A new friend took this picture of me at BDSM Writers Con…which was held in New York City.
At dinner with an old friend…
Tied up during a session with Bastard Ropes…
More Sinful Sunday here…
The Story Begins…
I am so happy to have my story “The Story Begins…” published by Volonté, a pleasure project by Lelo. Lelo was at last year’s Eroticon–where all good things happen!!!–which is how I found out about Volonté and got involved. Take a look at my story here!
I love the cover art they selected as well, so very much my style!
Wicked Wednesday #168: Monogamy
“Are you crazy?!” Sandrine blurted out, when she opened the door and saw Rafe. “You know this is dangerous.”
It was the middle of the morning, she was just starting to sink back into being in New York again. Her son and daughter were at school, and she was thinking how her marriage had been a weird semblance of monogamy for her and Marcus for a long time.
Until Rafe and Eliza.
Marcus has wanted Eliza when she was not available, and she to be honest wanted Rafe whenever she saw him. That it had taken so long for her to fall into Rafe’s arms had been something of a miracle.
But the man who stood in front of her looked like a shadow of the one that she knew. Rate walked past her, and lit a cigarette. Moving like a robot, he sat on the couch in front of the huge flat screen television. Sandrine wondered if he saw his own reflection, because he shook like he had been spooked.
Sandrine knelt before him and placed her cheek on his lap, the smoke from his cigarette making her get up to get her own pack of cigarettes. Lighting her own, she sat back down at his feet.
They were quiet. Smoking. Her own reflection of the flat screen startled her as well.
“You look like shit,” she said. “I mean you sounded like shit on the phone, but you really look like shit. How long has it been now? Have you spoken to her?”
Rafe stood up suddenly, angrily. He picked up Marcus’ hat that had been left on the coffee table.
“I can smell her on his hat, your husband must be very happy now. He can have you, and Eliza…”
Sandrine stood up.
“You know that this mess was because we did not tell them, you know that. We should have said something. But I think you knew that Eliza would not have been happy that you wanted to be with me again. I know that you knew that…”
She saw brief recognition come into his face.
“You were not a dirty secret, don’t make this about you.”
Sandrine pressed her face to his chest.
“What am I supposed to feel like Rafe?” Her accent was heavier now, because she had been in France, and because she was suddenly enraged. “You wanted me, enough to lie to your fiancée and you had me. Now you want my pity because she left you? You need to make up your damn mind!”
“Do not make this about you Sandrine, I can’t deal with that right now!” Rafe said, grabbing her shoulders, shaking her and staring into her eyes.
“Are you going to hit me?” she asked, her eyes rolling from the way he shook her.
He stopped.
“You know I would never hurt you Sandrine…I have to go…”
She watched him walk away from her, but she could not let him go.
Grabbing him from behind, she startled when he turned to look at her. She had never seen him look so destitute as he did. He was a good-looking man, but he looked scrappily attended. Sandrine tugged on his collar, before she kissed his throat and licked the buttons of his shirt.
“Someone needs to take care of you…”
At his feet again, Sandrine licked the buckle of his belt.
“I told Marcus that I did not know what was going to happen between us, I told him I did not know if we would…”
She licked the metal of his belt buckle like it was her job, before she opened it. The taste of Rafe’s flesh replaced the flavor of metal in her mouth. She sucked up all of the warmth of his flesh, her fingers digging into his tense backside. Sandrine knew he was conflicted, but she was not as he came in her mouth and she swallowed his come like an elixir.
More Wicked Wednesday here:
blurry photo taken out of a jack vettriano book by f dot leonora
Masturbation Monday No. 50
It was only a few hours, but it felt like it had been days. Nichy was on her side, exhausted, but afraid to fall asleep in front of Dorian. His eyes were heavy, but he watched her cautiously as well. She turned on her side, and stared up at the high ceiling.“I could let you go right now,” he said, his voice penetrated into her drifting thoughts.
It was hard to see Dorian again. He said that she just left, but she had no choice. She had had to leave, and change everything about her life for their safety. Dorian had the means to find her obviously, but she had hoped that she had time. And she had, and she had met Gavin. The heaviness in her heart when she thought about Gavin…She had been reckless to want him. Now he was another man that she had had to abandon against her will…
Her eyes closed tightly at her harrowing memories, before her damp eyes returned to the ceiling.
Nichy was silent, waiting for Dorian to finish his musing. Let him speak, let him be the one who made the decision of whether to let her go or not.
“I could let you go Simona, but I do not know that you will not tell on me. I can’t let you go, because you might call the police.”
“I might,” she said emptily. “I might just call them.”
The weight of his body circled hers on the floor, as he got up from his seated surveillance. She had baited him, it was wrong, but she was not going to be the girl who groveled and promised that she would not tell. She was not going to beg him anymore, than she already had this past few hours. When they were together, she had only ever begged him for pleasure.
“So I cannot let you go then,” His voice was disembodied, as he spoke facing away from her.
Nichy did not know who he was anymore, but she could say the same for him. He knew Simona: who she was before she changed her name and left everything. He did not know who Nichy was, except that she was not going to beg him for her freedom.
When they were Simona and Dorian, she knew that he had an edge. She had loved that edge, loved about him that he could be like the edge of the sharpest blade. And moments later, so tender with her that it made her weep.
With pleasure.
She remembered in bed, him covering her with his body when she was turned away from him like she just did on this floor. He would cover her mouth with one hand, caress her stomach with the other and cup her between the legs with ownership. Playing her like an instrument of music or destruction. She was not sure which, but she moved against his cupped hand as he made her so sloppy wet he could barely keep his grip on her. Too wet for him to stroke her to come.
But he did.
Nichy did not realize her hand had involuntary cupped between her upper thighs. She closed her eyes as Dorian paused in front of her, and stopped breathing for a moment. As if he would not see her if she was not breathing. His feet grazed the outline of her body, before he bent to look in her now open eyes.
Chuckling darkly, he took her hand from between her legs.
“What do you want cheri?”
You want more Masturbation Monday right cheri? More here!
may ray via google images
Welcome to E[Lust] No. 73!!!
Photo courtesy of HT Honey
Welcome to Elust #73 –
The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #74? Start with the rules, come back September 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!
~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~
My shame
Has E L James broken erotica?
Sex Addiction is a Scam
~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~
Goodbye, I’m Gone
sharing my inspiration
~ Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~
*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*
All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days.
Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!
Erotic Non-Fiction
Watching you
His Vulnerability Creates Magic.
It really was a Wicked Wednesday
Paper
His First Cuckold Experience
Humiliation of an ex-Nazi submissive 53
The Pole Dancer
Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor
Gentleman Is the Opposite of Feminist
My Criteria for Rating Sex
Erotic Fiction
The Hunt’s Spectators
Peeping Tom
By the Sea, Part 1
Have You Been Naughty?
The Ritual
Triple Dog Dare
Eye Spy
Bound For Pleasure
Daddy Wants to Play
Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships
Dealing With A Husband Who Can’t Cum
The Menopause Diaries
Balancing the Scales
On Cheating
On language learning and sex
Writing About Writing
What I Intend When I Write About Sex
Writing Erotica as a Disabled Top
Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish
What else could be done with BDSM checklists?
Crafting Your Craft: Serving With Passion
Social Masochist
The Last Word
“Only submissive to someone special”
