Chatting With Birthday Girl Dr. J/ Donna Jennings on Her Book Release Day!!!

I have had a hot summer! I am in a new anthology and working on a novella for a new anthology series inspired by the Cards Of Passion. Cards of Passion is the brainchild of my friend Dr. J/ Donna Jennings, and I was thrilled to be asked to join her and the other authors for this series!

Today is her birthday and the first Cards of Passion book (hers), Shadows and Silhouettes is out today. Let’s wish Donna a happy birthday and chat with her!!!

I have known and loved you for years, but tell us about yourself!

The feeling is mutual, Leonora. I adore you and your work. Who am I? I’m a retired sex therapist and college human sexuality professor turned erotic romance writer.

My 48-year career in sexuality began with packing condoms for Adam and Eve. I got three degrees related to sexuality and opened a private practice for therapy, education, and consulting.

As I retired from my college teaching, my students said write, so I did. I started with erotica shorts and moved into novellas and novels. I’m the erotica editor for the sexual wellness platform Rosy. I live on the Atlantic coast and love to support the arts in my area. Most people don’t know I’m an avid sock knitter.

 

What inspired you to create the cards of Cards of Passion and series?

Great question with a long answer. I was in the process with a co-author of creating the Purple Sex & Love Journal for Women and because of a life change, my fellow author couldn’t continue. I needed to finish the journal and move it forward without them, but I didn’t know how. While in the North Carolina mountains, nature inspired me, and I created the cards and they helped me complete the journal.

The following spring, I hosted a writer’s retreat, and the cards were there. We were having a lively “what if” discussion, and the cards jumped in. We talked about what would happen if the cards showed up in different stories. And now they have.

I have nine authors who wanted to take part in this series, which I dubbed Cards of Passion. I sent each author a deck. They each write in different genres of romance, but saw a place in their writing where sex-positive affirmations could help. I think the cards are kind of like the pants in The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.

They selected one of nine topic sets: self-intimacy, sensuality, fantasy, sexual behaviors, gender, sexual orientation, pleasure, body image and desire as part of their story. It has been such a fun process and I’m looking forward to see how the authors used the idea. If the process of cover design is an indicator, they will be so interesting. And with a quirk of fate, I’ll be there for the Cards of Passion book launch.

 

You just wrote the Fiction Writers Sexuality Guide; how does that inspire the Cards of Passion or vice versa?

I love this question. I’ve told many folks that The Fiction Writer’s Sexuality Guide was my writing dissertation. It is my effort to highlight everything in the sexuality world to help authors with a sex-positive mindset and character development tools in their writing. This mindset provides a foundation and offers a new paradigm for embracing sexuality in writing.

The content of FWSG and the content of Cards of Passion is foundationally the same. They both highlight experiences through the physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual aspects of sexuality on humans/characters and considers how the world around interacts with the individual/character. For FWSG, it’s about how to think about yourself and your characters in layersover a lifetime. With the cards, it encourages self-reflection on your sexual identity and if you have a desire for any modifications. Both make sexuality a balanced aspect of the person.

 

Tell us about your Cards of Passion installment!

This is exciting. I know how I created the actual cards in my world and it felt magical. But when we had the conversation about the cards in writing stories, I wanted it to tap into my imagination and create a story of the cards wrapped around two people who fall in love.

Nature continued to stay a central theme, as did the aspect of my life in sexuality as an educator. Liv the FMC is a sexuality educator who battles a sexual medical issue. The MMC also deals with a sexuality issue. The card’s creation element weaves between them as Liv’s creates the card project. This all occurs as they meet at a creativity summit to heal themselves. They both get some surprises.

 

What is up next for you or anything you want to share in closing?

It’s been a busy year. Three books came out and I’ve done a lot of speaking engagements, and I’m laying out next year’s books. My themes will continue to focus on sexuality as a setting or central aspect of the characters. I’m also teaming up with USA Today Best-selling Author Danika Bloom for a podcast/YouTube discussion on romance and sexuality for writers. Stay tuned.

Dr. J. is a retired sex therapist and college human sexuality professor. She is the editor for Rosy, a sexual wellness platform for women. Her passion is writing romantic and erotic stories that elevate sex-positive ideas. She hopes the readers perceive the characters as fully developed, with sexuality being an equal part of their makeup. She wrote The Fiction Writer’s Sexuality Guide: Sex—It’s More Than a Scene to share her process with writers.

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The Queen

Oscar arrived at the bar, Rafe bit his lip and Oscar  looked between him and Eliza. She kissed him and took his hand kissing it reverently. He sat between the two of them, Eliza kissed and squeezed his hand all the more.

“Rafe,” she said.

Oscar turned to look at Rafe.

A mixture of feelings filled him. It was easy to look at Rafe now. He was not quite his best friend, but not his adversary and competitor the way he had been. There was more of an ease between them but there was something in Rafe’s face that he had never seen before as Eliza let his hand go to give him his scotch.

“Rafe…” Eliza said again and now Oscar was nervous.

“Oscar,” Rafe cleared his throat. “I just told Eliza that since that night that we spooned in bed—you and I—that I have been fantasizing about something more.

Oscar sat back on his stool. First he looked at Rafe with a smirk and then Eliza with dark eyes. Her expression was one he had never seen before either.

“What would you like me to say Rafe?” Oscar said and then looked at Eliza. “What would you like me to say?

“Nothing,” Rafe replied and downed his drink. “Eliza asked me to tell you.”

Oscar turned his full attention on Eliza.

“Eliza? What would you like me to say?”

“I cannot tell you what to say Oscar, but when Rafe told me it is not really something that affects me is it?”

Eliza took a sip from Oscar’s drink since her own drink was done.

“Well I really do not know what to say put on the spot like this.”

“Oscar,” Eliza whispered and took his hand again.

“I mean I am not sure Eliza what more you want from me. You possibly have my daughter that you are raising as another man’s child and you convinced me to live with the two of you and now you want me to fuck your husband as well? I am not sure what to say Eliza…”

“It is all my fault Oscar,” Rafe said. “Everything that has happened between me and Eliza lately is because I kept this secret. Why I started with Kelly, why she ended up in this hotel tonight with Vance–why we called you here now.”

“I fucked Eliza in a hotel the first time that we met and I never, never would have imagined any of this.”

“Oscar, I love you…” Eliza said. “I have always loved you. You are not a pawn here…”

“I’m not?” he laughed. “But you are the queen, aren’t you?”

 

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The Marrieds

Eliza waited at the bar for her husband. Vance had stayed upstairs and their room was still available. He understood that she needed to see Rafe.

Rafe walked into the bar and Eliza felt her heart leap, a combination of excitement and adrenaline. Her husband sat down beside her, his wedding band bright under the light.

“So have you sorted everything out with her?” Eliza could even hear that the extra intonation of her meant that she did not even want to say Kelly’s name.

“Eliza,” he started as his drink was handed to him and she swirled her wine. “Eliza, I never meant to hurt you, Bibi.”

“Rafe, I know,” she said. “This is my fault too.”

Rafe touched her arm and Eliza took his hand in hers.

“You were with Vance?” Rafe asked.

“He is upstairs,” Eliza said. “It is not about him.” 

“I need to know if we are good,” he asked, putting his hand on her knee.

“What really can make us not good?” Eliza asked and she looked at her husband. After everything they had been through, she really did wonder what would make them not good?

“Nothing Eliza, nothing. Kelly…”

Eliza winced when he said Kelly’s name, but she knew she was not a threat now just from looking at Rafe.

“What about her,” Eliza asked, picking up her drink.

“I just got close to her and I told her personal things and I was wrong about what was between us.”

“Did you tell her things that you did not tell me?”

Rafe bit his lip.

Eliza took his hands. 

“Tell me.”

Rafe shifted on his bar stool,

“That time that Oscar and I spooned.”

Eliza bit her lip now, she remembered that night. Both of them sexy and in bed with her, that was how she slept a lot of nights but Rafe had never told her anything about him and Oscar.

“Did something happen?”

“No,” her husband said, shaking his head. “But I have fantasized about it.”

“Alessa told me that you were with a man before…”

“I have never been with a man before Eliza.”

“Did you sleep with Kelly because you were nervous to sleep with Oscar? Did you really want to explore something with Oscar? We are all so close now…”

Rafe looked away from her. Eliza squeezed his knee. The three of them had their dynamic going for quite some time and she believed that anything could happen. She loved them both and she had Alessa who was the first woman she was with. Rafe could do anything he wanted if he wanted to be with Oscar.

Her phone buzzed. 

Is he there, she saw twin messages from Oscar and Vance. Eliza texted Oscar back first.

Come meet us…

 

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Squirm

Rafe texted Eliza when Kelly was finally exhausted and asleep. He knew very well that his wife thought that the woman next to him was a cunt, but she had allowed him to try to figure out what was going on with him and her.

Kelly definitely had some meaning to him but he had not been able to decipher what that meaning was. He still did not know. Even when his wife had given him space to figure it out.

Kelly woke up. She smiled at him and he smiled back at her. There was something about her, but he could not put his finger on it. She looked at him with innocent eyes, but there was nothing innocent about her as she slowly ran her hand over her upper torso until her fingers slipped between her legs. 

She had been at his disposal since he went home with her. He learned that she liked to be treated rough and borderline humiliated. He had never been with a woman who liked it in the extreme way she did, it was titillating but still a learning curve for him. 

His phone buzzed and he looked at Kelly. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she continued to pleasure herself. Rafe rolled onto his stomach.

It was a text from Alessa.

Have you seen Eliza?

He looked at the message preview on his home screen. He had been texting his wife at this point for almost a day and had not gotten a response from her. They had not had a fight – not a major fight for awhile and the last time it was also about Kelly. 

Beneath him, he could feel the bed vibrate with her movement as she kept touching herself.

“Can you put your hands around my neck?” she asked, touching her neck.

He had done a lot of things with her that were out of the norm for him, but that was too much right now. He was afraid with his frustration that he might hurt her. His hands were unsteady as it was. He wanted to hear from his wife and was not sure why he was in bed with this woman who wanted him to treat her like a cunt.

Kelly rolled onto her stomach, her hands still between her legs as she reached for his belt which she looped around her neck.

Rafe lie on his side looking at her. She had done this before, her eyes were on him as she indicated that she wanted him to watch and that she could do it herself.

He did not even know what he felt anymore as he watched her squirm on the bed, while he squirmed mentally with his thoughts.

 

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Royal Advantage

Vance made Eliza feel like a queen. He had made love to her and made her body feel like she was floating. As new lovers often were, they were insatiable for each other.

Sitting on the hotel bed in his shirt like he had asked her to, she picked up her phone while he took a shower in the lavish shower where they had aleady made love. She peed on him just a little when a sudden shock of hot water hit her spine while they were in there.

Her sister Jeanne sent her pictures of Bibi. Her daughter was getting so big and her sister looked so happy with her. Her sister and Eliza’s ex who were such a happy couple that Eliza was glad she had gotten over that flurry of emotions when she first found out about them.

Eliza felt calm knowing Bibi was okay, but what was happening between her and Rafe was something separate. He had texted her and she bit her lip. She could not imagine what he was texting her about and she was not ready for it. Oscar had texted her as well. 

But it was Vance coming out of the shower that made her put her phone down again. He was hard and she wanted him inside of her. She could not look at him without wanting him. They had been intimate enough in the past hours that they did not feel like strangers anymore. Eliza kissed Vance with longing and vulnerability as he pulled her underneath him. His shirt slipped underneath her ass as he spread her legs and kissed her clit before he licked it. She pulled at the sheets and bit her tongue as he ate her out. Her low growl made him even more fierce in pleasuring her. With his honing in on her ultimate release, she cried out.

”I’m going to come, but I want you inside of me when I do.”

“Whatever the queen wants…” he teased.

Eliza bit her lip. Him saying that almost made her come. But waiting as he got a condom from the seemingly endless supply by the bed, Eliza grunted along with him as he entered her. If his tongue felt good inside of her, his dick felt even better and knowing inside of her. Her hips were wild as they moved together moving as one.

Her orgasm burst like flames and Eliza did not even remember much as she lie beside him after the eruption. She picked up her phone again. Still messages from Rafe and Oscar, but Eliza only looked at the one from Jeanne to see her daughter. 

When she put her phone down, the mounds of her breasts spread sensitively as she slipped her hands between her legs.

Wet and still eager.

She was still the queen for the day–whatever she wanted.

Eliza wanted Vance. His naked torso inches from hers before she licked his shoulder blade not caring if she woke him up. 

If she was queen for the day she was going to take royal advantage.

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Stretch

Eliza was lying on the bed in the hotel room. It was a luxe enough hotel that she bought fancy lingerie in the lobby. Vance insisted on buying it and she was in a sluggish enough mood that she let him–let him pick the color and the style too. He was her sole audience for the night, might as well be something that he would want to see on her.

They went to the hotel because she did not want to be alone. Her sister had her Bibi, Oscar was on a business trip and not even Alessa could connect with her on this.

Like Vance could.

They had watched their partners canoodle for half the night and her husband left with a woman who had been nothing but trouble since she came into her life. Eliza had encouraged him to go with her but that was not the point.

Vance however was unexpected and a gentleman of such a level that Eliza was enamored with him. It was not even because he had kissed her so sweetly, but because he was kind to her and it was clear that he was not going to ask her for more.

She was not sure that she wanted more. But being alone with him on that big hotel room king-sized bed–they had kissed already, there was no reason to be precious about their proximity–Vance still asleep in his boxers, Eliza felt longing.

Eliza moistened at the idea of him. Maybe it was the proximity but it did not feel like much of a stretch to be intimate with him. Her body felt extra sensitive against the sheets, as the strap of her slip fell off of her shoulder. Lying on her back she looked up at the rising sun shining bright in the window. She felt movement beside her and realized that Vance was  awake. 

He rolled onto her and then froze.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“I’m not.”

“Eliza,” he smiled. “I do not want to be your consolation prize.”

“I don’t want to know the feeling of having been in bed with you and regretting not having been with you, Vance.”

“If you look at me like that…”

”Like what?” she asked softly knowing full well that her thighs were bare and her cleavage was inviting. “Like what?”

“And say those words to me…”

Eliza sucked on her bottom lip, and Vance covered her. He was hard and she thought she would melt under him. Even in the bathroom at the restaurant where they kissed, she knew she wanted him too. Was it the evening of watching her husband with a woman she hated or just that Vance could charm the pants off of any woman?

Whatever it was, she needed him. She really did not want the feeling of being in bed with him and not having experienced him in every sense of the meaning. It was not easy being in a open relationship at times, but right now it was as Vance was being every bit the rogue to what he had been the gentleman the night before. 

He kissed her breasts and softly bit her nipples before he kissed her and slipped his finger inside of her. Eliza sucked his finger tasting herself on it and then wanted to taste him.

“No,” he said as she kept reaching for him squeezing her lips together and licking them. “Cause if you put your pretty mouth on my dick, I am going to come from that alone. And I want to come inside of you…”

Eliza was not mad at that at all, as he covered her again and she wrapped her legs around him. He caressed her hip as he eased into her. 

That was what she wanted for her memories. Him inside of her making her feel as good as she did right then. She bit and scratched at him and growled with pleasure. Vance looked into her eyes knowingly. He knew he was giving it to her good, and she saw that he loved how out of control she was. That he made her lose control as he stretched her in a way she had never been stretched before.

 

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A Night Like That

Kelly woke up the next morning beside Rafe. Slowly she got out of the bed–not that she suspected that he would stop her from doing so but she was afraid to wake him up.

The truth was she wanted to be alone. The sun was coming up and she wanted to rise with it. She put on a slip that she found on a chair in her bedroom, walked through the living room and sat on the floor next to the chair in the kitchen where she suddenly was too tired to put the coffee on.

She had orchestrated last night with Rafe. Kelly followed the orders he barked out and she pleaded with him to humiliate her and hurt her.

That was what she really liked, he had resisted but then did what she asked. It felt good when he spit on her, peed on her and used her as a receptacle for whatever fluids he deemed fit. There was still dried semen on parts of her and she relished it.

Kelly liked to feel like a dirty whore. 

He had tried to be tender with her after and she refused him when he spooned her. Now sitting on the floor she wished she had let him because all she felt now was contemplative. Not regretful, but confused. He was still in her bed, which soothed her a bit. Sometimes when she had sex like that with a guy he left or was eventually uncomfortable with her  because she had pushed his boundaries. Even though she wanted it that way, the guy might not have been completely comfortable executing it.

She had asked Rafe to cover her mouth and ignore her screaming and squirming. There was a safeword of course, but she said it for his comfort. 

She would never use it–she had no bottom. 

Her high school boyfriend told her if she did not control herself she would die by the hands of a lover because she was a true pain slut.

He had not lied, she asked Rafe to be really violent with her and the pain made her float on cloud nine but now…now she felt different.

Rafe walked into the kitchen and knelt beside her. Kissed her temple. 

“Are you okay?” he asked.

Kelly smiled because she liked to be close to him. Her mind was all over the place because she had wanted him for so long. She got him and asked him to do everything dirty rough thing she liked on their first night together. 

She nodded as he sat on the floor beside her.

“I never did anything quite like that before,” he admitted, pulling her close to him. Kelly wanted to be held now, this was normally how she processed a night like that.

“Did you like it?” she questioned him softly, holding his hands.

“It was different,” he sighed. “I was in a mood…”

“Me too,” she said as the sun was completely up and she could feel he was getting hard.

Kelly suspected he liked it a lot more than he was letting on. She knew that it was going to be a wild night. How could it be anything else but when her boyfriend and his wife had left together? Not that they had not been provoked, but this was not the way the night was expected to go.

She really did love pain because she had no idea what was going to happen next…

 

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Fully Decorated

Tara was happier than a child on Christmas morning!

She jumped out of bed in her tank and panties so she could take down the Christmas tree. She was not a holiday person, but her fiancé was so she compromised and allowed the tree. 

It was special to him and Santos was special to her. They had just moved in together and she wanted their apartment to feel like his home. Tara baked cookies and poured milk–-oat for her, whole for him–so they could decorate the tree. He had special ornaments that he had been given from his mother. Including one very special one she had custom made for him with his baby picture and one for Tara too.

“You gave your mom my baby picture!” Tara squealed, but she was touched. She had gotten very close to Santos’ mother who told her she considered her a daughter. 

But now, Tara took the ornaments off of the tree, delicately placing the special ornaments side by side in the velvet box they were bought in.

Santos got up and walked over to her. He wore just a pair of boxers and she was immediately distracted. He was so sexy even just out of bed and considerate enough to put on tea for her, coffee for him and to help her with the tree. 

He stood behind her and she felt him hot and hard.  Harder than the diamond he had given her that was on her finger that promised their love forever. Tara reached for his hand and held it to her heart. Santos kissed her neck and with his other hand he wrapped the Christmas string lights about her. 

“I want to decorate you,” he said against her ear. 

“Do you?” Tara loved when Santos came on her. She liked knowing she had gotten him to that point. It was the pearls of her effort even more precious than the ones that came from oysters.

Santos’ answer was a kiss and she knew that he was going to answer her with his actions not his words. Tara looked at him when he pulled away and he turned her chin up and looked down at her with the softest eyes. She cradled his five o’clock shadow in her hands, stood up on her tiptoes to kiss him feeling the Christmas tree lights slip down her body. 

Santos took her hands and they started making love on the Christmas tree stand cover. Tara did not have to worry about a fire hazard since the lights were around her. Lying with her legs spread and up over his shoulders, she laughed as the lights now decorated his upper body.

“l am decorating you,” she purred as he entered her. As used to him as she was, every time he entered her it felt special and new. Tara wrapped her legs tighter about his shoulders as he moved inside her deeper and deeper. The high-pitched whistle of the tea kettle started at the same time that she came. Not long after, Santos moved deeper and deeper inside her until he pulled out and came all over her stomach.

Tara ran her hands over her stomach. She felt a combination of his ejaculate and the string lights on her.

She was fully decorated.

 

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Kelly’s Hunger

“This is not fair Rafe, you are going to do this to me again?”

Kelly stared at him and he knew she was right.

She was on her knees ready to please him. He was mad that Eliza had left with Vance, so he went to Kelly’s apartment which she told him she had not been in since her accident. They kissed desperately by her door, went to the couch and when she got on  her knees he pushed her back.

“You want me otherwise…” she rubbed his arousal through his dress pants with the heel of her hand. “Are you going to make me beg you?”

Rafe turned her chin up to look at him and Kelly’s eyes were wide with anticipation.

“Beg,” he said, unbuckling his own pants. “Show me why I let my wife leave with the guy you are fucking.”

Kelly held his hand and caressed the buckle of his belt. 

“Punish me instead,” she smirked, pulling her barely there as it was sequined dress over her head.

Rafe took his belt off and placed it to the side. He wanted Kelly and she clearly wanted him. He leaned back and let her pull his dick out of his pants. She did not even open her mouth, she just kissed him so tenderly. 

“Do you have a condom?” He raised his eyebrows at her. She had not wanted to use a condom the last time they almost had sex.

This time she picked up her matching sequined clutch and pulled out a condom. Never breaking eye contact with him, she raised up and placed the condom on him.

Slowly, professionally.

It was almost like sex the way she placed this bit of protection on him. He looked at her still on her knees before him.

“Ride me.”

Kelly straddled him, unbuttoned his dress shirt and kissed his throat before unflinchingly settling him inside her. The moment she sheathed him with her hot wetness and the way she rode him with no inhibition broke him. Her hunger, the way she wanted him soothed him from worrying about where his wife was.

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Moving Day

Aileen sat on the bench of the piano. Rolf was moving and there was nowhere else to sit in his apartment. He stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders.

Her maestro.

He was an accomplished pianist throughout her entire time with him, but they were both his mistress—her and his piano. But right then Aileen had all of his attention, as his preternaturally long fingers caressed her cheek and slowly traced their way down to her bare breasts. 

She wanted him to play her.

“The movers will be here soon,” he said, circling the peak of her nipple.

“One last time,” she practically pleaded, her body arching up to his.

Rolf pushed her back, the sound of her back hitting the piano keys created dissonace as jarring as the most abstract, abstract expressionist work of art. He sat next to her and put his hand on her thigh. Aileen pressed her thigh to his before she stood up and straddled him. Rolf held her waist and swung her to be back against the piano again. 

More dissonance.

He took her from there and bent her over the piano. From behind, he kissed her neck as he squeezed her breasts. He kissed her lips while squeezing her breasts and Aileen groaned with pure lust into his mouth.

“The movers–” Aileen teased knowing full well he knew she did not care if they were caught by the movers or anyone else.

“You would love that,” the last word caught in his throat as she reached for him behind her back. He moved her hand away and she moistened all the more as she heard him unzip his jeans.

Aileen wriggled against him hungry for penetration.

Rolf thrust into her roughly–that was how she liked it. She knew he would give it to her after she sat with her wet pussy on the seat of his piano. But she was his ultimate mistress. 

Aileen held onto the piano as he pounded into her. She licked her lips before he kissed her and she reached for him, her hand on his thigh silently asking him for more.

And harder.

Rolf gave it to her, gave her everything she wanted and just when she was about to the come the dissonance of the buzzer.

The movers.

Rolf did not stop and she felt her nails going into his skin just a little until his final thrust and she cried out, caressing his skin where she almost punctured it.

He pulled out of her and she heard him zip up his jeans. A little unsteady, Rolf held her waist and kissed her neck before he spanked her bottom and led her to the bathroom to recover.

Aileen closed the door as he pressed the buzzer to let the movers in.

She would have not have cared if they walked in on them, she thought seeing the afterglow in her eyes and her Mona Lisa smile.

 

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