Friday, November 28, 2014

The Wizard's Daughters: Book 1 by Michael Dalton


Amazon Book Description:

When down-on-his-luck swordsman Erich von Jülich-Berg accepts a job protecting Walther the Artificer on a trip from his village to Free City of Köln, his only motivation is to replenish his empty purse.

Walther’s twin daughters Ariel and Astrid, skilled mages in their own right, are in search of a husband. But marriage for mages carries with it unique challenges, for their mate will be chosen solely by their place in the magical Flow—not their hearts.

Erich soon finds himself caught up in a drama that will return him to a painful and dangerous place in his life that he thought he had long left behind, and pull him into the lives of two unusual women he soon grows to care about—but cannot have.

In this unique alternate history adventure set in pre-Reformation Germany, Michael Dalton spins a twisted but entertaining steampunk fairy tale that is sure to entertain old fans and new.

My Review: 
Michael is a master of dialogue. When his characters converse, it's like I can actually hear the tone of their voices. His writing style is gripping and engaging, drawing his readers right into this novel. He has created a story in which it's not only acceptable, but actually honorable for one man to marry twin sisters. With that being said, it may come as a surprise when I say compared to most of the books I review on this blog, The Wizard's Daughters is much more of a romance than an erotica. Upon meeting each other, these characters are destined to never be together, intensifying their longing. Is there any chance they can have each other, despite their destiny?

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Spotlight: Turbulent Passion by G.L. Ross

Captain Lance Miller has dreamt about his green eyed goddess for twenty years and has almost given up any hope of finding her, of course that hasn’t prevented him from being the biggest playboy flying with International Air, that is until he meets new hire Flight Attendant Lisa Price.

The gorgeous, virginal blond is physically attracted to the tall, dark, Air Force pilot, but his egotistical, man-whore tendencies shock and frighten her naive religious upbringing. Despite a series of turbulent starts the pair cannot deny the passion sizzling between them, and once their relationship takes off, Lance cannot get enough of his curvy goddess, whereas Lisa is terrified of the consequences if she admits her feelings for Lance, so she keeps her cards close to her chest.

Turbulent Passion is a sexy, steamy love story, with a touch of BDSM. Lance and Lisa’s love story introduces the reader to: Texas and the great city of Austin, country music, Tex-Mex food, male dominance, redemption, Air Force camaraderie, along with an ending which leaves the reader eager for book two of the Flyboy Trilogy, Burning Desire which was released on September 16th.

Chapter One


Every night I see her in my dreams. Honestly, I can’t remember a single night I didn’t dream of her. Her mesmerizing emerald green eyes began haunting me in my early teens. I would wake from a wet dream, with her eyes penetrating my thoughts and desires. For years, I searched for her in malls, movie theaters, at sporting events, but to no avail. Eventually, I surrendered my hopes and dreams of finding the “green-eyed goddess” and began screwing every brick-house blond I could find. I relentlessly tried to erase and escape the memories of the goddesses’ long blond hair, her perfect petite body with sculpted tits and perky nipples, and the way my hands fit perfectly around her tiny, tempting, curvy waist. But, damn it, I can’t forget her alluring smile as she wraps her toned legs around my waist and lowers onto my hard, pulsing dick. We fit – together – perfectly.

Her green eyes turn black as our ride delves deeper and I push her toward her second scream worthy orgasm. Her creamy, sweet, ivory skin drives me wild, especially her soft, silky neck, which is completely exposed when her head drops back as she cums. My tongue traces and teases her every nook and cranny until I can no longer resist biting her gorgeous, plump bottom lip. Her eyes flash open wide in response. Hunger radiates in her eyes. We never get enough of each other. She makes me feel things I never imagined possible. I never thought I could desire one person twenty-four hours a day, but I do. Who is this green eyed goddess?

Trust me, I realize she's a fantasy, but even after twenty years, every single, testosterone filled day, I continue my search for her, in airport terminals and hotel lobbies. Hell, what would I do if I found her? Attack and grope her? Sure, I can see it now, “You don’t know me but we have hot, mind blowing sex together. We have for twenty years.” That would go over well…Not!

I need a cold shower, along with a reality check. Wonder if I have a curvy blond on tonight’s flight attendant crew? Someone to bury myself in while I close my eyes and imagine those gorgeous, green eyes glazing over as I palm her firm, full breast, while rubbing my thumb over her erect nipple. Damn! I am obsessed!

About the Author:
G.L. Ross is a proud, sixth generation, native Texan. As a true Southern Belle, G.L. has always dreamt of the “happily ever after,” the prince riding in on the white horse sweeping her off her feet. She hasn’t found “Prince Charming” – yet (always an optimist) – but finds him every time she writes about her characters’ “happily ever after” endings.

Her motto in life is to “always find the good” in every person and situation. Whether through laughter, prayer, music, or a glass of wine or vodka, G.L. finds the good in life and shares her sense of humor, love, and adventure in her stories.

Take flight with Lance & Lisa in Turbulent Passion, and continue their turbulent journey in Burning Desire, book two in the Flyboy Trilogy.

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Tuesday, November 25, 2014

The Escapists by Anthony Beal


Michael's Synopsis:
Esme is a wealthy woman, but having inherited her wealth, has spent her life futilely chasing some kind of meaning and fulfillment. Reynaldo is a gigolo working at a lush resort in Brazil where the guests' sexual appetites are served as magnificently as their gastronomic ones. The two of them are fated for more than they know, because the island holds a secret—ancient gods and goddess who are intent on resolving long-held disputes through the island’s inhabitants and guests.

The boy's head of blonde curls rose into view above Esme's uncovered sex and between her upraised knees. From her vantage point, framed between the peaks of her breasts, his straw-colored hair and beaming countenance resembled the sun rising to spill its warmth over a valley oasis and throughout surrounding flesh flatlands.

The beautiful Brazilian youth smiled at her, his expression as coy and delicate as a girl's. Esme restrained herself from uttering as his hot breath sought and found a place to brand his intentions into her flesh. She didn't need to utter, though. Her body language betrayed her; her squirming, the subtle fluttering of eyelids and hardening of nipples attested to his prodigy. Esme wavered between feeling enamored of him and repulsed by him. Often these feelings took her simultaneously, more often than not, during those final seconds of coherence that she enjoyed before the slender youth drew forth her orgasm and reduced her to his whore begging to be soiled, taken any way he pleased. During these times, Esme wished his presence inside her multiplied. She wished for several of him to smile reassurance upon her as his manipulations of her flesh and spirit worked profanities into her body that inevitably sought their emancipation through her mouth.

The boy was infuriating, the condescension in his smiles an ever-present offense, its insult doubled because he reserved its exhibition only for sexual encounters. It angered Esme, who had known the sacrament that was his face touched by sincerity. If his face was her sun, then the genuine smiles he showed to her were its rays, as warming and nourishing to her as ever sunlight had been to a rose. The look in his eyes as he flicked his tongue across her clitoris nourished only her sense of resentment and faint embarrassment over the swiftness of his success in having entrenched himself as firmly under her skin as he had. Esme's disdain turned her eye from his. She felt too much like he was mocking her when he smiled as he currently did. His calmness disconcerted her for how it bordered on detachment. The calmer he remained during their dalliances that so animated her, the larger seemed the slight. That this youth should love her with such skill and yet such aplomb, that he should derive lesser excitement from utterly spending a sexually available older woman than she did from being spent was a more humbling experience than Esme had expected to have on holiday.

Esme cried out as his mouth caressed her twitching sex. The flagellations of his tongue, the tensile brutality of his hard hands, barely restrained when he took her, often restrained not at all, were more assault than she could silently enjoy.

"Stop, stop. Enough," she told him, placing a protesting hand atop his head. Her erogenous places screamed against the act. Esme wanted him inside her. She wanted even more a response from the slender youth. Her legs restless with her unsated lust, Esme twisted away from her lover's tongue, denying its dexterity so advanced for its years the chance to push her any nearer to climax. He filled her heart with exhilarating contempt by pursuing her, climbing onto the table, smiling with every step.

Esme pushed against his chest, her eyes pleading for quarter that she lacked breath to request. She feared what physical mutinies his rough handling might win. The youth dominated her easily, barely exerting himself.

Splayed like an exotic butterfly affixed to an entomologist's display, Esme's every conflicted torment played out upon her face as she felt her sex tingle. Inflamed ardor filled the boy's eyes along with curiosity, with the mocking amusement of a school bully subduing the plain, quiet girl that never talked in class. Esme knew however, and without undue immodesty, that "plain" was something she had never been.

The boy's mouth covered hers with his kiss, drinking Esme at leisure the way a man enjoys aged and expensive spirits after a sumptuous meal. And if sexuality was sustenance, then Esme was a banquet of which his lovemaking suggested he would not soon have his fill. . .

About Anthony Beal:
Anthony Beal's publishing credits include frequent contributions to The as well as to all three volumes of the Dark Dreams horror anthology series edited by award-winning horror novelist Brandon Massey, the Chocolate Flava 2: Succulent anthology edited by New York Times best-selling author Zane, Las Vegas-themed erotica anthology Sin City, and the bisexual threesome erotica anthology Some Like It Bi, both edited by The Dark Duet Trilogy author Jennifer Roberts.

Anthony's other interests include drinking, graphic novels, Japanese language and culture, cooking, poetry by Paul Lawrence Dunbar, and fiction by Gabriel Garcia Marquez and Charles Bukowski. His writing influences include E.A. Poe, Anais Nin, and Henry Miller.

Anthony's debut novel-length work titled The Escapists: An Erotic Fantasy Novel, has garnered multiple 5-star reviews and continues to earn praise.

Michael's Review:
"A sensual viscosity defined his movements, like taffy pulled to and fro, a radiant heat that recalled molten things in the way he seemed to flow about when arousal took him, which was often."

This one of the most delightfully written pieces of erotica I have ever read. The author's prose is both meticulous and languid, deliberate yet letting the imagery he calls up do all the work. Sentences like the one I quoted the above litter the book from beginning to end. I kept stopping to marvel at the way these stretches of text were put together.

The storytelling is equally expert. The characters are richly detailed and vivid, and despite the large cast in this book, they all come across as real and believable. I hesitate to say too much about what happens, because this book kept me guessing and turning the pages to the very end.

If I have a criticism, and it seems a crime to even suggest such a thing, it’s that the pedestrian cover gives no hint whatsoever at the delights that lay within. A book this lapidary deserves a better skin.

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Friday, November 21, 2014

Alien Brood by Helen Atreya


Mia is flat broke and running out of options when she stumbles across a strange but tempting job ad. $35 an hour, no experience necessary? It seems too good to be true!

Things start to get weird immediately: Hawthorn manor is a crumbling mansion in the middle of a creepy swamp and it appears there are only two other people living there. Margrete, the beautiful and enigmatic head maid, and Madison, the gorgeous chef who makes meals that could win Michelin stars.

Why do they stay here in the middle of nowhere, where there isn't even good cell reception?

Mia's first night is full of even stranger occurrences. She wakes to find Madison and Margrete together in bed, and then Mia finds herself at the mercy of a lustful swarm of tentacles! She manages to convince herself it was only a dream but when Madison is suddenly very pregnant the next day, Mia has more questions than answers and starts to wonder if she might be next. And... if that might be a good thing.

My Review:
As I've ventured into exploring a variety of erotica, I've discovered a couple of really interesting fetishes... one of which being the lactation fetish. To my surprise Alien Brood highlighted the lactation fetish more-so than any other erotica I've read to date. If you're looking for one of these rare treasures, then you wont be disappointed with Alien Brood! However, I will say that I wished our main character Mia did not spend so much time of this story convincing herself that what she experienced didn't truly happen. Even so, Helen did an excellent job of introducing her readers to this unique setting, and (you guessed it) I loved how she worked the paranormal aspect of her scenes as well. Alien Brood is definitely a story that is not easily categorized, making it a truly unique tale.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Bad Magic: Part 1 by Kali Marie

Fantasy/Rough sex/BDSM

Michael's Synopsis:
Gia is a Sun Weaver—a sort of sex priestess/temple prostitute—in an unnamed village. She’s a virgin when the story opens, preparing to sell her virginity to the richest man in the village. But a strange man, who appears to be some sort of demon or evil spirt, has been visiting her, watching her from afar. Gia is both frightened and aroused by his attentions, and eventually tries to offer herself to him. But he has other plans for her.

Michael's Review:
This is a reasonably well-written fantasy piece that avoids most of the typical pitfalls of the genre. I particularly appreciated that the author refrained from the usual “infodump” to open the story, instead letting me figure things out as I went along. The plot has some nice twists and turns and kept me guessing for most of it. The sex is pretty rough and violent, what you might almost refer to as a sex fight—it’s certainly not romantic. If that’s not your thing, this is not the story for you. But if you enjoy fantasy fiction and don’t mind things getting rough, you should enjoy this. It would have benefitted from more careful editing, but this is still much better written than a lot of self-published stuff I’ve read.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Spotlight: Seduction Island Secrets, Book 1 by Kasper Rawlson

Janey is 18 and inexperienced. She is traveling with the man(Frank) who took her virginity to a remote island for vacation, along with two other couples that are old friends of Frank's.

Janey has grown weary of Frank and longs for more; enter Nicholas. Nicholas is tall, dark and handsome. He also happens to be Frank's longtime friend, and he has his wild girlfriend Elizabeth with him.

Just as she starts to grow closer to Nicholas, they run into the native tribe of the Island: The Exapatao. They are lust-filled, super sexy beings out to seduce all of them.

Now Janey must choose between Nicholas, and the leader of the tribe: Dexaucon.

Or maybe Dexaucon is going to make the decision for her.

5 Reviews From Amazon:
"I really enjoyed this book, it was a nicely written erotic adventure that while short was more than worth the read. Unlike a lot of books in this genre, Seduction Island takes the time to actually develop the characters. I know that might not seem like a big deal, but I for one do not like reading about boring one dimensional characters who just stumble from one persons bed to another.

Each chapter was told from the point of view of a different character helping the reader to get to know (and care) about why someone was doing what with who. The dialogue was really well written and every erotic scene was exciting with just the right amount of detail and build up. Overall it was a fun read that I would recommend to anyone who likes to read QUALITY erotica." ~Lebora

"This book was absolutely wonderful! Kasper Rawlson weaves a fantastic and erotic tale full of complex and fascinating characters; from their desires to their dynamics, this hot and saucy group will keep you highly engaged and wanting more.

The sex is hot, adventurous and erotic and the tribe is downright captivating; it's an interesting and vital mix of fantasy, romance and drama that comes highly recommended for anyone who needs a satisfyingly sensual and intense read- if you're looking to curl up with a highly entertaining and adventurous tale, Seduction Island Secrets is just the thing!" ~Lucy S.

"I borrowed this book from the Kindle Unlimited program and I had no idea the kind of treat that I was going to be in for. This was electrifying and perfect book to curl up with and get lost in. Every trist and every turn to seduction was held with deep desire and passion. I thought it was a fabulous read that brought about great character chemistry. I can't wait to read Book 2!" ~Booklover

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

The Stranger: Book 1 by Eloa Hall

Stranger Sex/Exhibitionism

Michael's Synopsis:
Lace is getting over a bad breakup with a man who cheated on her. In a fit of impulsiveness fortified by too much wine, she installs a Tinder-like app on her phone that’s designed to facilitate anonymous sexual encounters by using your phone’s GPS. The next day, while out to lunch with a friend, an alert pops up on her phone: There’s someone nearby looking for sex. What should she do? Feeling like she needs to break loose somehow, she accepts the invite, not sure what will happen. Then she discovers that her mysterious partner is right in the same restaurant; in fact, he’s the tall, dark stranger at the next table. After battling her inhibitions for several minutes while making eyes at this hot guy, she ditches her friend and disappears into the alley behind the restaurant, where they have a quick, hot fuck.

Michael's Review:
I liked this. I really liked it. The author does an excellent job setting things up, giving us a good picture of Lace’s uncertainty and insecurity, mixed her with desire to do something wild to get over her breakup. The encounter doesn’t happen right away, either. She spends some time letting the tension and energy build while Lace decides what to do, even as she’s lifting her skirt to discreetly expose her soaked panties to this unnamed guy. The sex is hot and the author takes her time with it, not diving right into things. If you’re in the mood for something short, sweet, and hot, this will fit the bill.

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Monday, November 17, 2014

Morsel Monday: Introducing Michael Dalton!

It is with great pleasure that I'm announcing Michael Dalton has joined me as a reviewer on this blog! Anyone who has perused my Policies Page is well aware that this blog is backlogged for reviews for two years!! And so, I've brought Micheal on board to help me with my TBR list. I don't want all my lovely authors to have to wait such a long time for a review, and so that's where Michael's role will come into play. Michael is "a professional journalist who has published quite a few mainstream book reviews" and so while you all know and love my reviews, the books he reviews will still be in good hands!! You will see any reviews he writes posted on Tuesdays and/or Thursdays, and we will both approach my TBR list on a first come first serve basis as described on my Policies Page.

Here is a little more about Michael:
"I wrote my first piece of fiction in third grade (for a teacher who accused me of copying it from somewhere else), and I’ve been plugging away at writing pretty much ever since. In the late 1990s, I discovered the Usenet, and began publishing my stories—mostly erotica—there for about three or four years, garnering a large following and a lot of fans. I co-founded Ruthie’s Club, an erotic fiction web site, in 2001. Family, work, and other things pulled me away from fiction writing for about ten years or so, but I never gave up my love of the craft.

I’ve recently returned to writing and publishing fiction, and am in the process of republishing some of my favorite stuff from my Usenet days, which I have updated and revised. I’m also preparing some new material that I will be publishing going forward. I hope you enjoy it."

Stay tuned - Michael's first review is coming tomorrow!

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Friday, November 14, 2014

Guest Post: Publishing with Create Space

How to Publish Your Book with Create Space
Guest Post by Billierosie

I am absolutely thrilled that my book, Fetish Transcendence, is available, not just as an e-read, but as an actual, physical book, with pages and stuff! I know, I know, I sound like one of those idiots you see on the shopping channels effusing about how the light catches on a crappy zircon bangle, but I really am thrilled and it wasn’t difficult to do, not really.

And it did not cost me one single penny!

I did it through Create Space…I’m not sure if it’s an Amazon, or a Kindle company; probably both. But here’s what Create Space say about themselves.

"The publishing industry is evolving. Hundreds of thousands of authors like you are publishing profitable work right now instead of waiting for agents and publishers to give the green light. 
With Create Space you can easily access tools, quality printing, booksellers, eBook distribution, and marketing strategies so that you can generate more opportunities than you imagined – all while building your following of readers.

Over a decade ago, we started this business with the intention of helping artists grow and be successful. This momentum (along with royalties you've earned) tells us that it's working, and we're really proud to be a part of that success."

The bit that I got stuck at was uploading my book and formatting. I also found shrinking the cover image to fit the size of the dimensions Create Space give you, difficult. But luckily, I had my friend, Francis Potts to help me…and it all went through okay, right through to the point where you have to proofread the book.

This is the only point where finances are involved. Create Space will send you a proof copy of your book, but you have to pay for mailing. You are not charged for the proof copy. There are, if I remember correctly, three options to choose from – I wanted the book quickly, so I chose the most expensive -- £14 to the UK. Create Space are working from the US, so it’s an overseas transaction.

I proofread it and ordered 10 copies of Fetish Transcendence to give to family and friends. You can set your own purchase price, within Create Space’s guidelines. I chose to market mine at £3.51 in the UK, $5.65 in the US.

When you proof read, do not for get to check the text on your front and back covers – I didn’t, and an error slipped through. I told Create Space and the error can be corrected, but it will take 2 to 3 weeks to get to the printed copy of the book. I mention this, just because it’s a hassle that you can do without.

Christina asked me about my choice of cover – Michelangelo’s David. I studied Art History at University and I became overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of Michelangelo’s sculptures. The image of the David also seemed appropriate – given that it must claim to be the most fetishised work of art – ever! Women lust over Michelangelo’s vision of David in his prime – so do men…

I think that if you can get your head around publishing an e-book, you’ll be absolutely fine with Create Space.

And having your book with actual pages, and with the cover image that you chose, or designed, so carefully; well it gave me a real buzz and I am still smiling! 

♥ ♥ 

Create Space

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♥ ♥ 

Billierosie first made an appearance on my blog with a guest post, and then again when I reviewed Fetish Transcendence. You can read her blog here and follow her on twitter

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Spotlight: Caught in the Classroom by Angeline Figura

High-school senior Ashleigh Alaris is determined to let her favorite teacher, Mr. DeCosa, know exactly how she feels about him. She only hopes he will give in to temptation and allow himself to be seduced by a sexy, barely-legal schoolgirl. The taboo lust this just-turned-eighteen student feels for her handsome, young philosophy teacher is too good to give up without a fight. Ashleigh decides to pursue the forbidden relationship and risk being caught in the act.
***Warning! This 7000-word erotica fantasy contains depictions of a forbidden teacher and student relationship with a fifteen-year age gap. Scenes include graphic descriptions of a sexy, new school philosophy teacher having his way with a younger, insatiable female student, age gap play, references to multiple partners, a steamy teacher/schoolgirl relationship, and explicit language. 18+ only!
*Authors Note: All characters within are of legal, consenting age and are willing participants in the actions described. ~ Happy Reading!*

Mr. DeCosa was reading aloud from a book when I burst into the room a few minutes after the bell.

“Nice of you to join us, Miss Alaris,” he said with a welcoming smile.

“Sorry I’m late,” I said, heading for my seat in the front row. Mr. DeCosa cast me another quick glance before reading on. His eyes traveled down my body as I took my jacket off and hung it on the back of my chair. I’d not remembered how chilly his room sometimes was in the mornings. As I was sitting down, I gasped when the smooth plastic of the student desk chair touched my upper thighs.

My teacher shifted his casual position on the desk so that his legs opened toward me, his package bulging slightly at the front of his pants. I leaned forward on my desk a little and waited for him to speak again.

“The art of life,” he started, reading again, “lies in taking pleasures as they pass, and the keenest pleasures are not intellectual, nor are they always moral.” His eyes lingered on me with the last few words, and he raised an eyebrow ever so slightly in my direction before panning his view across the entire room.

“Who can tell me who said that?” he asked the class, shutting the book with his finger inside saving the page.

I knew the answer: Aristippus; but I was too focused on the quote itself to raise my hand. A boy in back shouted the correct answer after a few seconds of expectant silence.

The keenest pleasures are not intellectual, nor are they always moral. The last few words wouldn’t stop tugging at my mind. I got lost in thought, which then spiraled into fantasy about forbidden, amoral relationships in which Mr. DeCosa played a starring role.

For the rest of class, I daydreamt about what it would be like to be underneath that powerful, mature body. He isn’t that much older, I tried to reason with myself. He said he’s in his thirties. That’s what, less than a twenty year age gap? It’s not like it’s such a crazy thought.

I resolved to try to catch him after class. It’s worth a shot, I decided. After all, I’ll be heading off for college soon. Things would only be awkward for a little while if he turned me down. But if he doesn’t…

For the rest of the day, I couldn’t think of much other than Mr. DeCosa doing unspeakable, wonderful things to my body.

Finally, the last bell rang, and I rushed to his classroom as his class was leaving. When it looked like the last student had left, I went for it. Cracking open the door to his classroom, I leaned in and saw that he was, for once, alone. Maybe it’s my lucky day, I thought hopefully.

“Sir, I was wondering if you have time to talk privately for a few minutes,” I started, trying to make my voice sound more confident than I felt.

“Of course, Ash. Come in and have a seat,” he said, gesturing toward a comfortable-looking, leather chair in front of his desk. I walked inside the classroom, carefully shutting and locking the door behind me.

“I was thinking about what you were saying in class earlier today, the Aristippus quote. He said the keenest pleasures weren’t always the most intellectual, so in other words, not the smartest ideas, right? So…it’s just…I know you’ve probably been asked things like this before, but I want you to know this isn’t going to be like that.”

“Where are you going with this, Ashleigh?” he asked, slowly putting his book down and giving me an appraising look.

“I can relate to Aristippus’ philosophy, because it would be a little amoral to pursue the pleasures I’ve been thinking about all day.” I said, posing flirtatiously as I sat on his desk. “And it would definitely be pushing some moral boundaries for you to help me in my pursuit,” I said, my eyes burning lustfully into his as I slid my hand to rest on top of his.

“I really can’t be doing this,” he said, abruptly recoiling and scooting back in his chair. “We really can’t be doing this.”

“But I want to,” I protested, forgetting my practiced, logical argument and whining a little. “It’s not like I’m underage or something,” I said, suggestively leaning forward and giving him a nice view of my cleavage. “We’re just two people…two adults. Right?” I reached out and stroked his bare forearm.

“No, Miss Alaris. I am your teacher, and you are my student. The rules of the contract I signed with this school forbid any faculty member from becoming personally involved with a student.”

“So we’ll keep it impersonal,” I say simply, looking up him in earnest.

“I think you should leave now, Ashleigh.”

Mr. DeCosa stood and gestured toward the door. His tone was stern, harsh even; but his eyes weren’t angry. Instead, as I cast him a final hopeful look, I saw a combination of lust, desire, and a tiny bit of fear in his eyes.


“He should be here any minute,” I say, looking anxiously toward the conference room door. It was parent-teacher conference time: one of my school’s long-standing traditions for graduating seniors. It gave the student’s teacher of choice a chance to sit down and talk about college options with the student and parent. Since I was angry with my father for years of drunken stupidity and aloofness, naturally I chose Mr. DeCosa to host my meeting.

It had been a week since our encounter behind closed doors in his classroom, and he’d avoided having to be alone with me ever since. When I’d handed him the conference request form, he’d glanced at it with raised eyebrows before setting it on a pile on his desk. I half-expected him to try to pass me off on another teacher, but he didn’t.

Instead, when the time came for the conference, we sat waiting in the room in a thick silence. My teacher’s eyes were clouded with lust that he knew he would have to hide once my father showed up.

Ten minutes passed.


“I don’t think he’s coming, Sir. This is typical. I should’ve warned you. Sorry for wasting your time,” I said, pushing my chair out to stand up.

“Any second I spend looking at you could never be considered a waste,” he said before he could stop himself.

“We still have some time left before someone else needs to use this room,” he hinted, looking at me with a glimmer of naughtiness in his eyes. “If you want to stay in here and wait, I mean.” His face and body language were the epitome of professional, but his eyes betrayed his true feelings.

“Does your father often not show up to scheduled appointments?” he asked regarding me curiously.

“That’s a pretty nice way to say it. He’s been consistently absent…well, consistently drunk, since I can remember,” I answered, my irritation slipping into my voice.

“Everyone has their reasons for doing things,” Mr. DeCosa said gently. “Many of the alcoholics I’ve met over the years have been more interested in hurting themselves than hurting others.”

“But it does hurt me,” I said, sitting down again. “And he doesn’t care that it does either.”

“Well that’s not right, of course,” he reassured me, his clear, blue eyes shining genuinely with concern.

“Not to say I know all about your situation, but your father likely keeps a lot from you. Things that have made him want to drink. He bottles them in and bottles them out, so to speak.”

“I’ve never thought about it that way before,” I admitted, taking his words to heart. “Thanks, Mr. D. That helps more than you know.”

In that moment, I felt more attracted to Mr. DeCosa than ever before. Not only was he gorgeous, but he truly cared for those he taught. I sighed and sat up straighter, keeping eye contact with him.

“Maybe in return for making me feel better, I can help you with something. Is there something that I can do to make you feel better, Sir?” I said, bending over and resting my hands on his knees. My back arched, he had a perfect view of my thong peeking out from under my super-short miniskirt.

He was silent, but breathing heavily and watching my every move with hawk-like attention.

“Look, I realize I have some issues, some deep-seated Daddy issues even,” I said with an embarrassed, self-effacing smile. “But is it so wrong to look up to you so much that I feel attracted to you?” I asked.

He was quiet, an unsure expression on his face. He seemed to be weighing conflicting options in his head.

“Well I am,” I continued, “attracted to you, that is.”

“I’ve noticed,” he said, his intense, blue eyes burning into mine.

“And I’m not ashamed,” I stated defiantly. “I don’t think you should be either. And the lucky thing is you’re not my Dad. So it’s okay for me to like you, right?”

He still looked unsure and remained silent.

“I don’t see a ring on your finger, Sir…or a tan line from one being there in the past. You never talk about your love life in class, which I guess is appropriate; but it’s more than that, isn’t it?”

“Insightful as always, Miss Alaris. You’re right. I’m not married, nor have I ever been. However, my love life is very satisfying, thank you,” he responded with a forced, indignant sneer.

“And yet, here we are,” I said quietly.

My words hung in the air.


“Can you honestly tell me you’ve never felt even so much as a tingle of attraction toward me?” I continued, pushing him to give the answer I was dying to hear.

“No,” he confessed.

I covered his hand with my own on the desk.

“This isn’t right, Ash. We have to stop.” He started to pull away, but I caught his wrist and looked up at him pleadingly.

“Fuck, you look hot like that,” he said suddenly, letting his true feelings out. I couldn’t stop a huge smile from spreading across my face.

I playfully fluttered my eyelashes and gazed up at him again from my seat. The bulge in the front of his pressed, khaki pants told me all I needed to know.

“I feel like an animal when I’m around you, and animals don’t feel shame or guilt for being attracted to one another. They just are.”

“You’re wise beyond your years, Miss Alaris. I can see why you do so well in my class.”

“I don’t want this to affect your critiques of my work,” I tell him. “This isn’t about grades.”

“I didn’t think it was. Your grades are already the best in the class,” he reassured me.

“Please, Sir?” I begged, taking his hand in both of mine and drawing it up to my face. A pained look of reluctance crossed his face, but quickly changed to lust as he cupped my face tenderly, his fingers gently gripping my chin. His thumb brushed over my soft, puffy lips. I kissed the tip of his thumb before parting my lips and taking it further into my mouth. I looked deeply into his eyes as I swirled my soft, hot tongue around his calloused thumb.

“We have to be careful, Ashleigh. If someone were to find out about this, I could lose my job, my career, my life. And there would be unavoidable consequences for you too. It’s forbidden for students and teachers to become romantically involved.”

“So we’ll keep romance out of it then,” I suggested.

“Just sex?” he reiterated.

“Just sex.”

“You’re so young,” he said, shaking his head. “Things change when sex is involved. How can you be so sure it would stay so casual?

“You’re so old,” I countered, playfully poking him in the ribs. “I’m young enough to understand where I am in life and that I’m not trying to get involved for the long-term. I’ll be leaving for college in a few months. There’s no way I can be attached like that,” I explained, shrugging innocently before continuing my reasoning.

“What would Locke say? Epicurus? ‘What is good is easy to get, what is terrible is easy to endure.’ Weren’t you the one who taught me that, Sir? Well here I am, literally falling right into your lap.”

I held onto the doorframe and slowly draped my body over the tops of his legs, reaching my arms backwards down onto the floor until I was in a complete backbend. My shirt stretched up, and he had a clear, close view of my bared midriff and down the gap my hipbones made at the front of my skirt. My hot pink panties were very clearly visible to him.

“God, girl, how are you so tiny? Do you even eat?,” he asked, shaking his head in disapproval.

“Haha, that’s what my Dad used to say!”I laughed, kicking off from the ground into a handstand before letting myself down to stand normally again.

“You…need to eat more,” he stammered, his eyes on the sliver of skin visible below my shirt. I smiled flirtatiously and spun around for him, arching my back a little and standing on my tiptoes to show off my ass.

“Ohhh, I think you like me just the way I am, Sir.”

“You’ve got that right,” he admitted, reaching for me. I flitted away from his outstretched hand playfully, and the look of frustration of his face was comical.

“You’ve been with a man before, right? It’s not like this would be your first time or anything like that…right?” he asked, eyeing me carefully.

“I’ve been with a few guys; but only guys I’ve trusted, and I trust you too, Sir. More than them, even. There have been so many nights I’ve gone to sleep touching myself and thinking of you.”

He shifted uncomfortably, still clearly unsure of what to do.

“So you’re saying you want this? You want me?” I drew closer to him again, straddling his lap facing him.

“I want you,” he whispered. His lips were so close to mine, I could feel his words as he spoke them. “I want all of you, you gorgeous little cocktease,” he moaned.

“Oh fuck it’s hot when you talk dirty like that,” I breathed, feeling myself getting wetter by the second.

“Of course you do, because you’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you? Ohhh, yes, you’re the dirtiest, most perfect little tease I’ve ever met,” he crooned, gripping my face tightly in one hand before kissing me more passionately than I’d ever been kissed before. His fingers tangled in my hair, and he pulled me closer, consuming me with his lips. Overwhelmed by his passion, I wrapped my arms around his neck and returned the kiss.

His cock was straining forward, begging to be released, and I bent down to unbutton his pants. Standing erect before my eyes, his cock was bigger than I’d been expecting. I gasped when I saw it for the first time and wondered how all of it would even fit inside me. It was easily nine inches long and very thick: bigger than any of the guys’ I’d been with in the past.

Leaning forward in his chair, Mr. DeCosa fished out a condom from his wallet.

“Coming prepared? I asked with a wink.

“It’s never a bad idea,” he deflected, kissing me again and guiding my hand to stroke his hot, long cock. When our lips parted, I tore open the condom wrapper and fit the little, rubber circle over his cock. At first I was worried it wouldn’t fit, he was so big, but the rubber stretched wide to accommodate his thickness.

“Are you ready?” he asked, sliding his hand up my thigh and delicately exploring my pussy with his fingers.

“Oh you’re ready, fuck you’re so wet and ready,” he murmured as he felt the slippery evidence of my arousal. He leaned forward to kiss my neck hungrily.

His hard cock probed my slit, searching for my opening. When he found it, I felt the tip of his cock slip inside. He pushed into me carefully at first, letting every inch sink in with agonizing slowness.

When he was sure that he wasn’t hurting me, Mr. DeCosa ramped up his speed and began pounding into me from behind.

“Oh yeah, fuck me like that. Yeah, right up against the table,” I encouraged, moaning the words wantonly.

“Get up,” he said, lifting me by the legs up onto the wooden tabletop. “I want to fuck you on the table too.” After thoughtfully tucking our shirts under each of my knees for comfort, he swiped at my slit again with his throbbing, hard cock. Entering me in one smooth thrust, he drove into my pussy with so much passion that I thought the table underneath us would collapse. I reached down between my legs to rub my clit as he pounded into me from behind.

“Ohhhh, yeah, Mr. D, just like that,” I urged, feeling myself getting closer to climax as he slowed his pace and looked me in the eye again.

“Call me Matthew. Or Matt. You know, when we’re not…”he faltered, searching for words. “When we’re not in front of anyone else.”

“Yes, si-…I mean, okay.” Cringing inwardly at my own awkwardness, I tried to focus on the pleasure he was giving me instead. His cock was pounding into me faster and faster, the meaty sound of his balls slapping against my ass was all I could hear. It was raw, carnal fucking, and I was loving every minute. He was fulfilling more fantasies than he knew, and I still couldn’t believe that it was actually happening. I’m fucking my teacher. My teacher is fucking me. Oh my God.

Folding my legs up against my chest, he wrapped his strong arms around my tiny, balled-up frame and lifted me off of the table. Curling his biceps in a sexy show of masculinity, he raised and lowered me onto his cock as he crossed the room and sat in a chair. When my feet hit the ground again, I bounced myself over him. I quickly learned that he loved it when I sat almost all the way forward so that he was only barely still inside me before rocking back and taking all of him again.

“Mmmhh, ohh, fuck, Ashleigh. I’m going to come,” he said, holding my waist tightly with both hands as he thrust far up into me.

I’d been riding the edge for a few minutes, and reached between my legs to rub my clit in time with his thrusts. My body shuddered against his as I came harder than ever before, heat flooding throughout my shaking limbs. When I opened my eyes again, he was looking at me with unmasked wonder.

“You look high,” I commented, amused by his expression.

“I feel high,” he replied, unable to wipe the grin from his face.

“So you said to call you Matt when we’re not in front of people. Am I right in thinking that you’re wanting to be ‘not in front of people’ with me again?” I asked, resting back to lie against his heaving chest in the chair.

“Oh yes. I think we’ll be having a lot of fun not in front of people together, Ashleigh.”

Author Interview:
What inspired you to become a writer?
I graduated from college with a degree in Psychology and very little desire to shell out another 100K for graduate school. That path just seemed like it wasn’t for me. When I asked myself what I’d truly gotten good at in school, the answer was practically smacking me in the face: writing. Every class, every job, every year, since grade school, the once skill I’d been consistently improving was my writing. From journaling to writing technical papers, I rarely went a day without jotting something down at the very least. The day I realized that I could potentially make a career (or at the very least a respectable passive income stream) doing something I truly love, I was hooked. 

Where do you get your ides/inspiration for your writing?
My inspiration comes from a variety of places: conversations, dreams, snippets of overheard chatter, tumblr pictures and gifs, and my own actual experiences. 

What does your writing area look like?
It usually looks like my bed! I’ve spent too much time sitting at a desk (school, various jobs, etc) to want to work at a desk. I love to sprawl and loll about when I’m thinking of the next scene for a story. On nice days, I’ll sometimes take my laptop with me to a scenic place and write there. 

How long did it take you to complete your first book?
I was so excited about the idea of writing erotica that the first short story I published only took me a few days to complete. To date, it’s one of my bestsellers. 

Do you ever experience writer’s block?
My writer’s block manifests in a lack of motivation. Exercise helps me to refocus. When that doesn’t work, doing some ‘research’ on tumblr usually does the trick. In my case, a picture usually is worth a thousand words.

How hard was it to come up with characters?
Not hard at all. Draw from your experiences. There's literally a world of characters out there and an infinite number in your head just waiting to come to life on the page. 

Your thoughts on receiving book reviews - the good and the bad - 
People, especially on the Internet, are going to be honest. In my opinion, honesty is rarely a bad thing. If someone likes my work, I couldn’t be happier. However, I don’t expect to please everyone. People are turned on by so many different things; it would be silly to expect everyone to like what I write. Bad reviews are inevitable, I believe. Haters gon’ hate. Keep writing and move on. 

Tell us your most rewarding experience since being published?
It would have to be a combination of seeing sales and communicating with readers. I can’t pick just one singular moment. My entire writing experience has been immensely rewarding so far. Every single sale is like reliving my first sale. The ‘wow this person wants to read my work’ feeling hasn’t even come close to wearing off for me, and I hope it never does! 

What made you want to write erotica?
Since I was old enough to be interested in sex, I've read erotica. It was only recently that I discovered that writing erotica is one of the most therapeutic outlets I've ever come across. The idea of my own pleasurable experiences and fantasies, communicated via my favorite creative medium (writing, of course) giving pleasure to others is so appealing to me. Once the idea was in my head, it took on a life of its own. Now I write every day!

About the Author:
Angeline Figura believes strongly that the exploration of sexuality is a beautiful and natural part of the human experience. If her writing is enjoyed in such a pursuit, she feels lucky to be able to benefit others by doing what she loves. Always thankful to those enjoying her work, Angeline welcomes communication from readers!

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Friday, November 7, 2014

The Masquerade Book 3 by Caelia Portier


Katelyn and James have been extended an invitation to one of Manhattan’s most exclusive masquerade parties. However, they’ve been invited to attend as performers, not as guests. What will these two have to do to exceed the expectations of this lascivious crowd?

My Review:
Even though I did not read the first two installments of The Masquerade, I still had no problem following Book 3. While you may enjoy Book 3 more if you read Books 1 and 2 first, it is not necessary for Caelia does an excellent job filling in the gaps for her readers. With that being said, this is a hot read which quickly sets a goal and successfully delivers on its promise. I especially enjoyed when the audience participation started for it combined both taboos of the questionably consensual and slightly adulterous. You will be pleased when this short ends with the promise of another.

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Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Spotlight: The End by Aryn Pogue

The world ended this summer, for Kiara and the rest of humanity. Myths and legends walk the earth now, and Kiara finds out she's one of them. She and her adopted brother are on the run, being hunted even as they search for answers.

When one of the mysterious hunters finds Kiara, alone and unprepared, she's startled by the overwhelming desires he stirs deep inside of her. Given a taste of his kind, she longs for more and the hunted becomes the hunter.

Follow along as Kiara's lust draws her into a spiral of depravity that may have no end.

Sexually explicit content. Blunt language. This 4000 word story is the first in a series and is intended for adult eyes.

Author Interview:
Tell us about your writing process.
I throw on my headphones, turn up the dance music and settle into my recliner with my laptop and just let my characters tell me what they want to do. Sometimes they surprise me with where they want to go.

Did you always know you wanted to be a writer?
In high school, I always wrote. I was on the newspaper staff and so I did reporting and lots of editorials. But in my free time I wrote short stories and poetry. I guess a lot of girls do...teenage angst and all, right?

What made you want to write erotica?
Short answer? My husband! He teased me about it for a long time, telling me I'd be great as an erotica writer, so I wrote my first erotica for him. I had so much fun with it, I kept writing, and now here we are.

Do you work with an outline, or just write?
I just write. I'll have an idea in mind, but usually that's it. I let the story just flow; let the characters tell the story, however they want to.

Do you write under a pen name?
Yes. Aryn Pogue is my pen name. I come from a pretty unconventional family, but my husband does not, so it's far easier to use a pen name.

Is there an author that you would really like to meet?
There are so many authors that I would love to meet! Anne Rice, Terry Pratchett, Stephen King, Robert Heinlein...just way too many to name. I love to read.

Do you have a day job as well?
I'm an artist, doing freelance work from home, so I have a lot of time to write.

What was the process with getting the cover for your book? How do you like it?
I've been a graphic designer for years, so I did the cover myself. I've done covers for my husband's writing, and a few others'. I'm pretty happy with the cover of my book. I did several versions, and let my husband choose which one he thought was best. He's very happy to help! Haha.

Will you have a new book coming out soon? Can you tell us about it?
I'm working on a second short, that will follow Kiara on her hunt to find herself, and more sexy playmates. She's going to have to learn a new trick or two to earn the help she needs to cross into the Gloaming.

Goals for future projects?
My aim is to combine all of the shorts into long, super sexy book that people will read and read again. I'd like to expand on the world, tell the stories of the other fey, the other myths and legends in the world.