Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Guest Post: Ladies, own your O

***For mature audiences only. Sexual and verbal inappropriateness may follow. AKA not for kiddies. FYI, these are just my opinions regardless of my profession in health care and are not meant to offend anyone. If you are offended easily, hit your back button.

 Ladies, own your O

First off, I would like to ask a question. How the fuck did women fall into this docile roll where all we want to do is say “yes dear” in order to make our partner happy in many facets of life, mainly the bedroom? I have had so many conversations with women over the years who think that sex is a way to please their partner, it is something that they do for them and rarely think of it in terms of contributing to their own happiness.  I believe many of us do it subconsciously because that is part of our instinct as the tasks and people before us take precedence. It is also more than likely that we, being givers by nature, don’t know how to ask for what we want or ask to try what we think we might want. Or, could it be that we don’t really know what we want in the bedroom so we simply don’t think to ask.  I’d like to also know when did we start letting stress and anxiety take precedence over our sexual happiness? Perhaps our lack of communication on the matter is to blame? We easily become so bogged down with life as we race through trying to manage all of the day to day drama, stressors and anxiety laden situations that we are the first to put ourselves last. It is time to stand up and fight for our orgasms; our health and sanity depend on it. Below, I’ve gone off on a few tangents as well as embedded my sense of humor and love of sex to hopefully inspire more women to own their O. There are many key factors that play into sexual health, here are three basics to start with that can be helpful when empowering oneself in the bedroom.


Many years ago, I was listening to a sex therapist on late night radio who was promoting giving teenage girls vibrators and books on masturbation for their sweet 16 on the premise that if we give our daughters the tools to make themselves feel good, then they won’t be dependent on boys to do it for them. Farfetched and outlandish? Perhaps, but very forward thinking as well. Boys masturbate, to the point where it is part of the social norm/ standard and everyone jokes it off with a “oh, you know boys” type of attitude.  The social acceptance of women masturbating is laden with guilt, shame through exclamations like “that’s the equivalent of cheating,” and other nonsense that pisses me off. It’s your body, masturbate if you want to. Men’s practice of such acts is widely accepted and voiced. Well, ours should be too. Exploring one’s self is a great way to learn what makes you tick- how much pressure or stimulation to apply to any number of areas at once to illicit the profound release called an orgasm. If we don’t know what makes us tick, how can we place the expectation on our partner to know? That is a lot of unjust pressure to place on someone. Sure, there are those who spend a lot of time between the sheets and build up quite a repertoire to please women, widely distributing first time orgasms to many, but we don’t need a partner to do that for us, we can do it ourselves. Sure, it is more fun with someone else, but we are not/ should not be dependent on others to make ourselves feel good. Experiencing/ showing your partner what you like and placing your trust in them as you engage in sexual acts deepens the experience. There within lies an important lesson of self-empowerment and taking control of one’s own life. Kind of goes hand in hand with the age old theory of “no one can make you happy but you” or “happiness is a state of mind that you control” so on and so forth.

Control and Communication:

Generally (I am speaking in generalities here), men have no problem taking control and dictating what we do or don’t do in the bedroom. They know what they like or what they are willing to experiment with and we are usually and honestly happy to oblige. Bend over, spread your legs, get the lube, I’ve always had a fantasy about or wanted to try… you get the point. Having a man or partner who takes the lead in the bedroom is not a bad thing; it can be quite an erotic touch when done right with respect and consideration. It is possible to guide your partner or express your needs and desires without removing them from a lead role if that is what is preferred.

 Let’s insert an erotic moment and lesson from BDSM (*Urban Dictionary defines as: An overlapping abbreviation of Bondage and Discipline (BD), Dominance and Submission (DS), Sadism and Masochism (SM) here. For those of you who still don’t know what that is, google it. One of the things that I respect and admire most about BDSM relationships is the etiquette and communication, okay that’s two things. You absolutely, positively must communicate with your partner (or partners) what you like, what you don’t like, your fears, your fantasies and where your openness lies in the scheme of exploring your sexuality. This stimulates a very deep and intimate connection, as well as trust, between the consenting parties that allows for greater pleasure on both sides. As long as it is safe, sane and consensual between legal adults, who the fuck cares how kinky you get, we all have a little bit of it in us. Even some of the most “vanilla” lovers like a little ass grabbing/smacking and nipple sucking/nipping which does fall into a sensual pain category which is right up the BDSM spectrum, even if it is on the light side. See, more people than you know could fall into the kinky category. Anyhow, back on the taking control aspect. Ladies, life is short, and stressful. That will never change, only fluctuate the older we get. No matter how demure we are at times, or cautious of what our partners might think of us if we bring it up, we need to start trying to find ways to communicate on aspects of sex. Our sexual partners like it when we come; when their efforts lead to stimulating our orgasm it is a huge accomplishment. If a certain position doesn’t work for you or the way they are performing certain acts don’t quite hit the right spot, gently and lovingly guide your partner. They cannot read your mind, fortunately and unfortunately. If you need their mouth, hand, penis or any other body part more to the left, right, harder, deeper, faster, slower, softer and so forth, you have to tell them. If something hurts (I am talking about pain, not intended sensual pain) or doesn’t feel right or scares you, you have to tell your partner so adjustments can be made. If your sexual partner respects you and cares for you, they will happily oblige as that is part of building a healthy, consensual, safe and trust filled relationship that benefits both parties.


Reading erotica is a safe activity women retreat to as a way to get excited about sex and learn of new things they might like or grow to fantasize about. Not all of these things are desires we actually want to engage in, but we enjoy getting lost in the idea of them. It can very much be our platform of porn that gets us primed and in the mood. Sex, for us, is very mental as our emotions and constant thoughts inundate us. Men get urge and that’s that. We typically need a warm up to help get our head in the game and foreplay doesn’t have to be some arduous task to be wary of. Make it fun and explore new ways to keep the libido inspire. Read erotica, watch porn, practice some tantric yoga… whatever it takes. Even quickies or afternoon delights should be pleasurable for all involved. Explore ways to make it good for both of you. Sometimes it only takes a quick minute of hardcore kissing and groping to make us feel desired, primed and ready to do whatever. Not all sex sessions can be long, drawn out escapades leaving us deliciously sore and unable to walk straight for a few days. Life, work, kids, and responsibilities realistically don’t allow for that all of the time. Instead, try learning each other’s love language to keep the intimacy present and bubbling below the surface. Have an impromptu date, pick up a special dessert to share by candle light after the kids go to bed, leave a love note in the lunch box, make your partner coffee in the morning, pick up takeout so your partner doesn’t have to stress about dinner. It is little things like that that can make each other feel loved and appreciated amidst the crazy of day to day drama, which improves chances of both parties being in the mood when an opportunity finally presents itself. Men, doing the dishes, making dinner or scrubbing the bath for your partner without being asked is excellent foreplay when cohabitating. Just saying.


We all have many legitimate reasons, rational and excuses of why we put our sex lives and sexual health on the back burner. Sex reduces stress, anxiety and even depression in some cases. Scientists are constantly releasing studies on that. Being a mother, wife (yes, happily married and monogamous for over 12yrs, gasp!)  and registered nurse who educates patients on how to ease back into life with a variety of residual limitations that they may be left with, I understand many facets of sexuality and how it can be impacted. I was once told that sexuality is as versatile and colorful as there are people in the world, and I believe that wholeheartedly. People don’t fit into boxes; we have too many shades of gray for that. We live in a different world, one that is full of people learning to cope and live with more and more health and mental disorders, two parent working households and more and more stressors than our parents and grandparents didn’t have to worry about. Our sexuality has to evolve with the times and we need to take responsibility for our own sexual health. Take control of your orgasm, explore what you need to physically and mentally obtain it and openly communicate with your partner.

Kristina is the author of The Lunar Eclipse Series, which is available on Amazon here. You can also follow her on twitter, and visit her website

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Surrender to Yeti by Caelia Porter

Michael's Synopsis:
Sexy young hominid researchers (there’s a noun clause I never expected to write) Natalia and Oskana are sent to Siberia to search for clues of the existence of the elusive Yeti. Naturally the locals warn them in no uncertain terms about doing so, and naturally they ignore the warnings. On their first day in the bush, they find themselves the recipients of a gift of caribou meat, apparently from the yeti. They accept the gift … and must pay the price.

Michael's Review:
I need to stress here that this short story is my first foray into Bigfoot erotica. I have not read any of the classics of the genre by Virginia Wade et al. So I can’t say how this might compare. But I found it to be well-written and enjoyable, if a bit shorter than I would have liked (the ending sets Natalia and Oskana up for a lot more fun that we get to witness). Monsterotica isn’t for everyone, but this is worth a look if you’re into it.

Friday, December 26, 2014

The Visitor Arrives by K.D. West


It's the the world's oldest story: A girl, her fireman, and her other fireman.

When Lea heads off to Atlanta for a job interview, all she's thinking about is the work. Well, and Sean, her best friend's brother. Sean, the tall, muscular firefighter. With the gentle Southern drawl and the wicked smile. Whose couch she's going to be sleeping on.

Well, actually, whose couch she hopes very much she won't be sleeping on. But it turns out that Andy, Sean's roommate, is another, equally hot Southern firefighter, and so when a visitor — or perhaps two — joins Lea on that couch, it sparks a series of events that none of them could possibly have foreseen.

But that none of them regrets. Not even a little bit.

This collection contains the first four installments in The Visitor Saga:
1. The Visitor
2. The Visitor Comes Home
3. The Visitor Comes Again
4. The Visitor Goes to Work

(MF, MMF ménage à trois. Bisexuality. Explicit language and scenes of sexuality between consenting adults. Adult readers only.)

The plane finally landed and Lea picked up the beat-up old Civic she'd rented. Sean had told her that he’d have loved to pick her up, but he wasn’t going to be getting off duty until about the time Lea landed, and since she was going to need a car the next day anyway to get to the interview, she drove herself north from the airport — around the city and into Cobb County, where Sean and the other firefighter shared a place, where she'd be sleeping on their couch.

Well, she thought let’s not lie: Lea hoped that she wouldn’t be sleeping on their couch. She hoped very much that she would at last be sharing Sean’s bed. She knew that she should have been thinking about the interview, but hey — there are lots of jobs. There was only one Sean, and she’d lusted after him for far too long.

Well. She was thinking about the job interview. It was for the position of assistant business manager of a mid-sized professional theater — her chance finally to work somewhere other than the glorified community theaters she’d been slaving at since graduation. She was excited by the opportunity.

But Sean….

Her thoughts less on the road than they should have been, she followed her phone’s directions around the city, past dozens of malls, hotels, and office buildings mostly bearing the name Peachtree Whatever, and out into the gently rolling hills and lush greenery of the Atlanta suburbs. “Exit the highway,” said her phone, and she exited. “Turn left,” it intoned, and she turned left.

She wondered if she could give her GPS voice a Southern accent. Tuhn leyeft, honey. That thought made Lea smile.

She reached the complex, parked, and followed Sean’s very clear directions to his second-floor apartment.Fighting down the images of Sean’s broad chest — and narrow hips — that had driven her to the airplane lavatory, she knocked on the door.

A muffled voice called out, “C’me in! It’s unlocked.”

She opened the door and was assaulted simultaneously by the delicious smells of something sweet baking and something frying, as well as by the vision of the tall, tapered figure at the stove.

Him. Cooking. Looking like every masturbatory fantasy Lea had ever had about him, only better. Except fully dressed, and food. Shit.

“Sorry I couldn’t come to the door,” he said in that sweet Georgia drawl. He finished flipping something in the pan. “I’m up to my elbows in fried chicken. Hope you like — ”

Lea threw her arms around him from behind and took joy in squeezing his chest hard. “I love it! Thank you so much for having me.”

“Uh. Welcome.” He stiffened before relaxing and turning in her grasp. “Nice to meet you, too, miss.”

Lea looked up at the eyes smiling down at her. Brown. At the dimpled chin. Not Sean. Oh, SHIT. She released the man — he had to be Sean’s roomie — and stammered, “I’m so, so… I, uh…”

“Naw, miss, don’t be sorry, that was a nice hello, no doubt!” The roommate put down his tongs and smiled at her. He held out his enormous hand. “I’m Andrew. You must be Lea.”

She shook his hand and nodded, still speechless.

His grin grew. “Really, don’t feel bad. It happens more often than you’d think — the captain mixes us up so much he’s taken to just calling us the Twins.”

“Huh,” Lea grunted. She was feeling the ghost of that muscled chest on her fingers.

“There you are, Lea!” Another Southern voice called from the other side of the apartment. She turned: it was Sean, no doubt this time. Blue eyes. Square jaw. Nothing on but a towel around his waist. Oh. Shitty shit-shit. He ran his hand through his short, wet hair. “Sorry, I was just taking a shower, I didn’t want you to have to smell me like the hog I am.”

“Huh,” Lea repeated.

Sean smiled warmly. “I see you met Andy. I hope, Andy,” he said, his voice lowering in mock threat, “that you’ve conducted yourself like a gentleman toward this young lady.”

“I wasn’t the one came out half-naked,” joked Andy.

Lea found her voice. “Besides, I was the one molesting him.”

Sean raised his eyebrow, that supremely wicked grin on display.

“Yeah,” laughed Andy, “lucky me! She thought I was you. Couldn’t see your ugly face ‘cause I was dealing with supper.”

“My ugly face!”

“Anyhow,” Andy laughed, “why didn’t you tell me our visitor was such a bombshell? Begging your pardon, Miss Lea.”

Lea felt Sean’s eyes flash to hers, saw the smile turn from wicked to evil. “Didn’t want you getting ideas, Andy.”

Lea couldn’t think of anything to say to that.

“Ideas, huh?” Andy snorted and turned back to the stove. “You go get some pants on, boy, and we’ll have some supper and then we can talk about who’s getting ideas.”

Now Sean’s grin turned sunny again; he waved and turned, and Lea was treated to the sight of his retreating, naked, rippling back and his tight, towel-clad ass as they made their way down the hall.

I’m getting ideas, Lea thought, and then tried very hard not to think any more.

Author Interview:
Can you describe your book in one sentence?
It's the world's oldest story: a girl, her fireman, and her other fireman.

What inspired you to become a writer?
I've been a story addict from a very early age; I've read for as long as I can remember, and written for nearly as long. Writing is the thing I couldn't NOT do — the thing that, no matter what else has been going on in my life, has always given me a creative outlet. And it's fun. Except when it's not.

What made you want to write erotica?
Well, one of the Buddhist scriptures says that there are basically three universal motivations: fear, desire, and duty.

I don't find writing about fear or duty very interesting. And desire — especially between people — touches on so many parts of human behavior. Erotica can be funny or sweet or touching or scary, or all of them at the same time. It's an opportunity to tell just about any kind of story — as long as there's desire (and its fulfillment) involved.

What was your favorite chapter (or part) to write and why?
My favorite chapter to write in this book was the last one, The Visitor Goes to Work. For each of the other chapters, I had a really clear idea of where I wanted to the story to go. Occasionally (see below), I struggled to make the characters and the plot go where I wanted them to.

In The Visitor Goes to Work, there were a couple of points I knew that I wanted to get in, and I knew I had a couple of ideas I wanted to touch on, but I sort of let the story and the characters take me where it wanted to go, and wow! Did they surprise me! Not to give anything away, but, as an example, the main character, Lea, receives a house-warming gift from her best friend that I really had no idea was coming. And it was a fun surprise, too.

What was the hardest chapter (or part) to write and why?
The third chapter, in which Lea is reunited with her gentlemen, The Visitor Comes Again, was a challenge because I had a very specific path I wanted the characters to travel — here's a woman moving in with not one but two men who she barely knows, and I didn't want it to be too easy. On the other hand, Lea kept wanting to want to get all angsty on me, and that wasn't much fun either. I think that between her, her guys (Sean and Andy), and me, we found a nice middle path. ;-)

Tell us about your writing process. 
Although I start from all sorts of impulses — a visual image, a snatch of dialog, an interesting situation, a setting, a mood — the actual writing process is almost always about the characters for me. Trying to find their voices and define their behavior can be a real challenge. But once I do, I find that the stories are a blast to write — they almost write themselves.

How did you bring life to your characters?
I was an actor for years before I turned to teaching — and writing. And so I work really hard to get their motivations, speech, and behavior as specific as I can. When I do, it's a pleasure. They end up doing most of the hard work — I just have to keep up with them.

There's a character in The Visitor Comes Home named Gianna who I knew nothing about as I began writing her first scene except that Lea needed to meet her under very embarrassing circumstances. Once I actually started to write the scene, I found that I had a very clear sense of who she was and how she would react. Very fun.

Similarly, I created the character of Andy, the "other" fireman, knowing only that he had to look, sound, and act enough like Sean, who Lea already knew and liked, that she could mistake one for the other. But as I began to write them, I've found that, while they have a lot in common, Andy is a very different man from Sean, and that makes writing them fun, whether it's together or separately.

How hard was it to come up with characters?
Usually not hard — but occasionally, I think of a character and when I actually get to writing his or her scenes, I discover that what I'd imagined doesn't really work

Is there a genre you could never write? Which and why?
I would have said that I'd never write bondage or dominance — you know, the stuff that made Fifty Shades a multi-million seller. It wasn't because I have a problem with it, I'm just not interested in that particular set of interactions. They don't do anything for me.

However, a friend challenged me to see if I could make it work — if I could write a BDSM-ish story that still did all of the things that I like my stories to do. And to my surprise I did. Whether that story ever sees the light of day, or whether I ever write any more — that's a whole other question. ;-)

Tell us your most rewarding experience since being published?
I had a reader and her husband contact me recently and say that they both really enjoyed my threesome stories — that they had had fantasies about bringing another man into their relationship, and that I'd inspired them to go for it. Of course, she also asked if I had any advice, and the only wisdom I could think of was to be careful and to be honest — with any potential partner, with each other and with themselves.

Will you have a new book coming out soon? Can you tell us about it?
Oh, I have a bunch on their way. I'm looking to finish up a series of stories that I've been writing about a young woman and her former teacher (Juliet Takes Off/Love Letters). I'm also working on a looong paranormal/fantasy piece about a happily married couple having an old friend all but literally return from the dead — still playing with that one.

And of course I have more stories in The Visitor Saga — Lea, Sean, and Andy still have all sorts of interesting things to explore and deal with.

About the Author:
The author of the up-coming novel A Joy Forever: An Erotic Education, K.D. West is a teacher, writer and performer living in a small suburb of a big city:

"Not a huge amount to say -- I'm an author of steamy stories who happens to be a teacher; these things don't mix well in public, so I tend to be fairly quiet about real life in my blogging. I am, however, interested in all sorts of things -- books, writing, theater, mythology, and, obviously, erotica! I'm a huge reader of genre fiction -- mostly mysteries and fantasy, but also science fiction and historical romance."

West is working on two intertwined series involving a young woman and her older lover (the Juliet Takes Flight and Erotic Tales: Letters to Allison stories) and a series of stories about friends discovering that they can become much more (Friendly Ménage Tales). Also on the way: an erotic paranormal/urban fantasy novel involving a long lost friend coming all-but-literally back from the dead, and showing a happily married couple just what they'd been missing.

My Review:
I would say The Visitor Arrives would be best for those who are new to the erotic scene or who are just becoming sexually active. West makes a point of explaining the whats and the hows of her erotic scenes, presenting information that those less experienced may find useful. She also throws in the taboo of orgy sex, which spices this up just enough for those who are beginning to explore their sexuality.

Find The Visitor Arrives at these locations:
Amazon   Goodreads ♥ Website

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Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Spotlight: Tales From A Darker Star by A. Octavia

Each of these erotic short stories gives us a glimpse into the lives of extraordinary people.

In Windows Of The Soul, Vane and Shyla are two psychics who pool their talents during one incredible night.

At The Silver Rose, Morgan gets more than she expected from the hotel masseuse.

When Dr. Somers lends A Helping Hand one night at his office, it changes his life.

Dana makes a startling discovery at a genetic research facility in Eve.

And in Son Of War we'll find out if Karen and Jack can share true love before the gods go to war.

That incessant sound from the slot machines still rang in my ears even after we left the casino floor. I felt every pulse of the electronic chimes behind my eyes, kicking like a spoiled child. Julian was oblivious, as usual. There were times when he could see things in people that defied my imagination. He was able to capitalize on the most subtle nuances of human behavior; and then at other times, he was barely more perceptive than pocket lint. That night was shaping up to be of the lint variety.

The moment we turned away from the card table, I could see twenty pairs of eyes on us. Most were awed, maybe even a little jealous, but the others were less than star struck. Those were the ones I had to keep my mind on even as Julian was dropping 100k tokens of affection around the room like a barker at a carnival. The casino security staff noticed it, too because they moved in like a riptide. We were ushered toward the closest exit from the floor without a word and funneled through the inner winding halls of the hotel. I made eye contact with the security lead and he nodded. He didn't even look down at the over-priced diamond necklace that parted the generous cleavage I'd put on display. That was the mark of a professional. Distractions like a beautiful set of tits could get your ribs separated by a slim piece of metal while your eyes were diverted.

We emerged into the lobby near the restrooms and Julian stopped dead, nearly knocking us all into each other like a clown posse. He turned for the bathroom door and I followed after him. The difference in etiquette between the men’s room and the women’s is that after all's said and done, men won't look at each other. Women do. We look at our hair, our makeup, the color of our shoes, the way our bra shows through our blouses. We’ll even tell each other if our nipples aren't showing evenly. Men are focused on what they need to do and don't say a damn thing out of fear of looking gay.

Julian found the closest urinal and the two men further down the line coughed and startled while I stood there. They turned deeper against the porcelain and clung to the privacy panels until they were good and well put away. They even made a point to wash their hands before stealing glimpses of my tits in the mirror. It was all part of the game Julian liked to play. He even started to whistle his little theme song. One of these days, just to piss him off, I'd like to wait outside and let him get rolled in a stall. But what lesson would he learn from that? None, he'd just pawn it off as luck, or booze, or my damn fault for not being there to prevent it.

Once he'd finished preening in front of the mirror like a parakeet, he led me back out to the waiting security detail. Outside the front doors I could see our car had been brought up and I waited for Julian to stop dicking around so we could just leave, but then he spotted a trampy little brunette talking to one of her friends near the front desk. He smiled to the security lead and winked; the bastard actually winked back.

The casino security personnel were good at one thing, and that was protecting the casino. They were as anxious as I was to get Julian off the premises. Once a winner cleared the glass doors to their hotel, he was going to be my responsibility alone and they wanted to wash their hands of us both. But Don Juan Julian had one last finger to wave at the world. He must have looked so grandiose as he crossed the lobby with me and six hulking men in suits following behind him like some kind of secret-service entourage. The girls stopped mid-sentence to watch him approach. I stayed back far enough not to let the oil from Julian's mouth get on me. The girls laughed, they giggled at all the right places and then they smiled and slinked up to him on either side. He wrapped an arm around each of them and swept them toward the door. I just tried to ignore the bile in the back of my throat and followed after him.

The security detail and I fanned out on the entryway and secured a close perimeter while I took the keys from the valet. Julian led his friends toward the back seat while I did a quick overview of the car. I used the pocket scanner to verify that all the engine seals were still in place and that the onboard computers were in sync. The fluid weights and overall mass of the car was also unchanged. Julian tried the door, but I hesitated out of defiance. He pulled, and then pulled again. The blonde under his left arm laughed along with him and I felt my eyes roll toward the back of my head as I unlocked the doors. The lead of the security detail nodded to me as I got behind the wheel, and then gave the smallest smile. His eyes darted to my chest before he broke into a wry grin before he turned to lead his men inside.

I put up the partition between the front and back seats and flexed my jaw to release the pressure in my head. I glanced back through the mirror and saw the dark haired woman was shoving her tongue down Julian's throat. I hit the tint button on the dash a little harder that I wanted to but the partition darkened nicely. I child-locked the doors, turned on the camera for the passenger interior, and turned the monitor low so I didn't have to watch. At least if they fucked him to death, there would be indisputable evidence and they'd be trapped with his body.

I turned out of the drive onto Morocco Springs road and headed south. The sun was still a few hours away and the night looked clear enough to see all the way to Port Isthma. Isla Minor had been steadily growing its tourist base for the last few years and it was finally showed the fruit of its hard work. The streets were clean, the lights low and clear. Even the Spaceport was tuned to be a fluid exchange now instead of the usual morass of lines, surly attendants and restrictions so intense that you'd never think of returning. They'd rerouted all the commercial traffic to the outer beltways, streamlined the inner tourism traffic flow to allow easy travel between hotels and attractions. It was worth whatever they paid their city planner. Even the Casinos themselves seemed to be cooperating with each other instead of grabbing at each other’s throats like in the beginning. It was like they realized all at once that there was more money to be had in partnership than at odds.

The well-lit streets of the tourism district faded a bit as I veered off toward the outlying hills but just as I was starting to enjoy the quiet the partition dropped. The smell of wet pussy and cum hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn't look back. I knew what he was going to say even before he opened his mouth.

"Morgan, turn us around, I want to see if there's a room for us back along the lane," he said to the squeals of the women on either side of him. I would have flipped him off, but I knew he would have enjoyed it too much. Instead, I raised the partition again.

"Yeah, Morgan, find us a ro-"

I locked the partition that time, and then turned down the intercom just for good measure. I forced my jaw to unclench as I turned the car around and made a few calls. I didn't want to go back to where we'd just left, and Julian had been to most of the major hotel-casinos this month. The handful that were left were ridiculously expensive, and I felt myself smile just a bit. Fuck him. I ordered a Coronet Suite at the Silver Rose and made sure there was a closed-door bedroom for me. The concierge ensured me the suite would be ready and that their security personnel would be on-hand to escort us inside. I didn't bother telling Julian where we were going and when I glanced down at the monitor, he didn't look like he was in a position to care.

When I pulled up to the front doors of the Silver Rose, I saw about ten people who were obviously security staff waiting, about five that might have been, and I lost count after twenty cameras. The valet was at my door instantly and I waited until Julian managed to collect his things before running a scan of the car. Once it was done I handed the keys over and followed Julian and his 'guests' inside. The concierge met us at the door a few feet into the lobby and led us to the front desk where Julian left me to sign us in and arrange for the deposit. Julian dropped another 10k token on the book the moment I set the pen down. The concierge smiled broadly and swept it right into his pocket. He almost ran ahead to show us to the elevator.

The security group here was tight, but no one made eye contact with me until I reached the elevator doors. When she did, she appeared out of nowhere and made sure she knew I'd seen her before stepping into the elevator with us. She nodded and told her staff to meet us on the upper floor. She saw the way the two succubuses were glued to Julian's sides and gave the faintest smile that hid a facial tick. I liked her immediately. She was almost a head shorter that I was, blonde, but it looked bottle-brewed. She was wearing a green pant-suit that was fitted to downplay her considerable chest and the weapon she carried. Before she'd even left the elevator, I was convinced that there wasn't only one. The way her hips swayed wasn't only for the effect it gave her ass, but because the gun barrels on her hips would have dug into her skin if she walked any other way. It was why a breast reduction was a necessity for me; it was almost impossible for a cross-draw if your damn boobs kept getting in the way. That and the weight killed my back. The surgeon was heartbroken to see them go, but he sculpted a beautiful masterpiece all the same.

We showed Julian the suite turning the lights on as we went and in our wake, the airheads turned them back out again, giggling and shedding articles of clothing. By the time I was shown my room, I would have loved nothing more than to knock their damn heads together and call it a night. But, the infinite resonating gong of empty space when their heads collided could have brought the universe to an end so I restrained myself. The en-suite to Julian's was more like the traditional hotel fare I was used to. The difference being that it opened into both Julian’s and the main hallway. There were security sensors and monitoring equipment, a handful of cameras in the main common areas as well as a feed to the hotel lobby and the garage. The security lead showed me the control panel and then the house phone. She smiled, then backed out of the room and closed the doors.

I waited for Julian to start living like a rock star. He was going to start with the bar, and then work his way around the world with both of the women he'd brought with him. By the look of the three of them in the back seat of the car, I was willing to put money down that he'd start with the blonde. Once he'd fucked them both, he would order room service. I looked at the clock and felt a fresh wave of tension in my shoulders. I had about three hours before he'd need me to answer the door.

I set my handbag aside and moved as fast as I could, making sure both doors were locked and that the security codes were enabled. I undressed in front of the monitors and laid my clothes out for housekeeping to clean. When I stepped into the shower, I let everything from the night just follow the suds down the drain. I soaped myself up and down twice, and then took my time washing my hair. Once I was done, I just stood under the spray watching the water swirl the drain and listened to the sound. If I imagined it just right, it almost sounded like rain.

The towels were softer than anything I'd felt in a long time, and there were robes in sealed bags to match. I slipped into one and made a quick check of the master suite. The security codes were intact and the doors hadn't been touched. The car was parked in the garage, and the lobby was virtually empty. While I waited for the inevitable, I looked through the hotel services guide. The usual staples were there, but in addition to the room service and laundry services, there were twenty-four hour room spa treatments, massages, tailoring, even a fashion consultant. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had a decent massage. I had almost convinced myself to reach for the phone when the door alarm signaled in the master suite. I turned the dial on the camera and saw the blonde trying to open the door. I checked the hallway camera too, then took my card key and slipped into the master suite. The lights were still turned low and from he sounds Julian was making in the bathroom, he'd already discovered Greece with the brunette. The blonde was giggling as she tried to turn the door handle toward the hall. Her panties were on backward, and it was all she was wearing.

"Righty tighty, lefty loosey" I said softly. She spun around and gasped, then saw me standing in my robe. My wet hair hung a bit low over my eyes. She giggled and fell back against the door. I felt a wave of anger flood through me. I had the feeling that I was the only sober person in a room full of drunks. I wanted to slap her just so she would stop having a good time.

"Oh, Maggie, you scared the shit out of me..." She giggled again and tried to stand up. It was painful to watch the amount of effort it took. "Jules said he wanted you to call up room service so we could have something to nibble on."

"Did he say what he wanted to eat?"

She smiled and started to giggle again.

"Besides that." She stumbled again. "Oh, never mind." I left her standing at the door and retreated to the en-suite again. I called down to room service and ordered a small buffet of items. Cheese, crackers, shrimp, a few local delicacies, and some bottled water. As an afterthought, I ordered a bottle of champagne. Once the food had been arranged, I ordered a masseuse. The tension in my neck and thighs was killing me.

The service cart arrived just as Julian started to entertain at the bar again. He was mixing drinks when the busboy knocked at my door. When I looked up at the monitor, I saw that the security lead was with him. I let them in and listened closely while the busboy rattled off the entrees and horderves. He finished by presenting the champagne for my inspection. I took a small plate worth of tidbits and set it aside before I let him close everything up. He moved to put the champagne away and I held up my hand. "That stays here. I think he's got enough to drink next door, don't you?"

He smiled in a non-committal way and set the ice bucket with the bottle aside. I made a quick check of the cart and then let him through to the master suite. The security lead stayed behind to watch him on the monitor. "Have you been working with him long?" She asked me, her eyes moved to Julian on the screen.

"Almost a year. You?"

"Nearly two. I used to work civilian contracts on the Cutlass ships during the trade wars. Once that settled down, I knew a friend out here who said he could get me working."

"Cutlass ships? What company?" I glanced between her and the screen. Julian was tossing shrimp at the blonde like a dolphin trainer.

"BCIC. They ran government freight. Mostly maintenance supplies. Paint, engine parts, that kind of thing."

"I worked for EmTech. Guidance circuitry and laser drilling cores." We both watched the screen. Julian was trying to get the busboy to take a body shot off of the brunettes back. "I suppose I should go put a stop to that."

"Conner can handle himself. The hotel policy is to make the client as happy as possible. Even if it means stepping out of our comfort zones a little."

"You're kidding."

"I wish. On the bright side, they also train us in about seventy different ways to politely say no."

"And which option are you?"


Conner finally struck the right cord with Julian and he was allowed to transfer the contents of the cart to the table and head toward the door. "Do you follow everyone up during the night hours?"

"Hotel policy. There have been so many lawsuits and claims of abuse that it's not worth the risk anymore."

"Then you might as well stick around because I called for a massage."

"What, he's not even going to eat?"

I laughed a bit and it felt good. "No, not for him. Me." I sat on the edge of the bed in front of the screen and watched the monitor. I took a few bites from the plate and nodded toward the champagne. "Want to make me happy? Crack that thing open. Hotel policy."

She smiled and shook her head, but then looked up at the monitor. The blonde had disappeared under the table in front of Julian. "Excuse me for a moment." She walked to the door and spoke to Conner in the hallway. He nodded and started off toward the elevator. When she came back in, she pulled up a chair and sat off to the side of the bed where she could see the doors and the monitor.

I saw her wince a bit as she leaned back. "So what do you carry?"

She straightened up slightly and seemed to consider me. I was sitting apparently naked under a bathrobe with a plate of food in my lap. My clutch was on the desk under the camera. It occurred to me between bites of brie that if I had misjudged her, I wouldn't have long to regret it. Also on the bright side, I wasn't wearing my shoes or a bra so at least I'd die comfortably.

"Bolton C-35's." She leaned back and unbuttoned her jacket. The twin holsters on her hips were tailored compact semi-automatics. She pulled the clips to release the holsters and set them on the table. "What about your clutch?"

"Veniti compact. It's about the only damn thing that will fit. Would you like a bite?"

She picked a few morsels from the plate while I opened the champagne. On the monitor Julian popped in time with the cork. "My god, does he ever stop?"

"You have no idea. I once saw him fuck his way through a cheerleader squad."

"You're kidding, when?" She said taking the flute I handed her.

"Three months ago. On Thebes. We were there for the Planix Gaming event. He finished fourth."

"And as a victory dance he made you watch?"

"Sort of. He knew I was there, that's for sure. He was disqualified for not showing up. He was on the sixth cheerleader when the announcement came in that he was dropped to fourth place. He didn't seem too phased by it." I answered and sat down on the bed again.

"He is handsome in that spoiled rich kind of way."

"He's an ass. The problem is that he knows it and doesn't care." I took a long pull on the glass and let the liquid magic do its work. In an hour, Julian would be out cold. Until then, the blonde and brunette were going to get him up for a final round. They had just recovered enough to return to the bedroom when we heard a knock at the door. Both of us stiffened and turned our eyes to the camera watching the hall. Waiting outside was a tall man wearing a hotel uniform that was almost the same as Conner's, but it certainly didn't fit the same. Where the busboy was fitted to look unassuming and built for service, the masseuse looked slow and powerful. He wasn't a bodybuilder, but fit enough to look like he spent at least a few hours a week in the hotel gym. He had a cart with a table strapped to it behind him.

"Oh, it’s Allistor. I forgot that Derek was on vacation." Her posture stiffened up a bit but tried not to make it obvious.

I finished my glass and poured another before opening the door. "Hi Allistor, come on in." He looked a little taken aback and covered for it by smiling sweetly. I felt a shiver run through me but I blamed it on the ice-cold champagne. When he managed to clear the door and set his cart near the closet, he took in the room. When his eyes met with hers, he smiled again but a bit more broadly.

"Ah, Kat, I should have known you'd be here. Who's your friend?" He asked nodding to me.

"My name's Morgan." I said and took another sip from my flute. I saw her do the same. There was a certain familiarity between the two of them that bordered on cute. He got busy setting up his table and plugged in his cart. Within a minute, the towels were warming and the faintest smell of lavender started to fill the room. I checked the monitors again and saw the light from the bedroom flicker in time to Julian's missionary thrusts.

When I looked back, the table was ready and Allistor was applying a thin sheen of oil to his hands. And Kat seemed to have lost the top two buttons of her blouse. Her generous cleavage was glowing under the lights from the monitors. Damn, she had an awesome pair of tits, but I wasn't about to be outdone. I walked over to the edge of the table and shouldered out of my robe, giving them both a full view of my ass. It also hid the crisscross of scars along my thighs and stomach. I stood there long enough to knock back the champagne and then lay face down on the table. The towels under me were warm and even softer than the ones from the bathroom. There was a respectful moment of silence that I loved, and then I felt Allistor's hands touch me.

He was slow, gentle, and all business. My muscles opened to him like a flower at dawn, and the tension I felt was draining out slowly. Allistor and Kat kept up a steady dialogue about hotel politics and the casino floor, and I kept one eye on the monitors. By the time Allistor finished with my shoulders and started to work toward my lower back, Julian's bedroom light went out. After my lower back, he traced a pattern of pressure along my arms and pulled back on my shoulder. He tried to pull the other arm too but seemed to have a touch of trouble.

"Kat, would you mind giving me a hand here?"

There was a sound like she was mid-sip and then coughed slightly. "With what?"

"Stand over here next to me and hold Morgan's arm like this. I just want to get this knot in her shoulder loose but her body keeps shifting."

My arm was handed over and the contrast between Allistor's and Kat's was immediate. His were strong and determined, and hers were soft and hot. Allistor picked up my other arm and before I knew what had happened I felt a jarring pain in both of my shoulders as they lifted in unison. I swear I heard a pop loud enough to wake the dead but then there was a sweet release when they set my arms down gently. My entire back from shoulders to hips felt renewed. Allistor worked his way over the globes of my ass and then down my thighs. On every third of fourth caress, I felt the blade of his oiled hand reach for the cleft between my legs.

I glanced at the monitors again just to make sure that nary a creature was stirring and noticed that Kat was still standing next to me across from Allistor. She watched his hands move over my legs, back and forth like a hypnotist’s watch. When Allistor lifted my leg clear off the table and told Kat to match him, she didn't even hesitate. A moment later I felt my legs lift and bend with my ankles aiming for my ears. I felt a stab of pain along my spine, then a delicious near-tearing of my thigh muscles before it was gone and they set me down again. Allistor repeated his run from shoulders to hips, then thighs and the inner points of my ass. One of his hands dipped straight down over my lips and I felt my body shudder against him. It was electric and explosive at the same time. I swear I could have come if he'd stayed for an instant longer.

Then he was gone, his hands had drifted to my thighs again and then down to my feet. When he asked me if I wanted a towel when I turned over, I just turned like a pig on a spit. I felt both pairs of eyes on me, from forehead to breasts, from the scars on my stomach to the neat trim of my mons. Both of them lingered at the traces of wetness between my legs and then at down my thighs to my feet. I felt a sudden surge of exhibitionism that was evident in my nipples. Allistor didn't waste any time or repeat his offer for a towel. He worked his hands from my shoulders to my chest and avoided my nipples out of respect or spite I didn't know. He was gentle over the scars on my stomach at first, but when I didn't object, he returned his full strength. My muscles seemed to melt under him, leaving me laying there like a human-shaped pudding.

He felt a knot form in my left thigh. He bent my knee out and brought my ankle in toward my groin and asked Kat to hold it in place. She was breathing shallowly, and asked him where to put her hands. He took hold of her and placed one on my thigh so close to my lips, I could feel the heat of her hand on my clitoris. The other hand was placed on my ankle. "Now don't let her move or she might get seriously hurt, okay?"

He leaned over my knee and pressed down with his full body weight and I felt my hip pop, and then a muscle in my leg stretched painfully. A moment later, he eased up but the jolt had landed Kat's hand against my lips. I could feel myself coating her palm until she pulled back. Even in the dim light of the monitors, I could see a deep blush on her cheeks. Allistor told her to switch places with him and then he positioned my right foot the same way. This time when he placed Kat's hands, she didn't miss my lips, but pressed on them directly. I felt a wonderfully erotic thrill that was replaced by a sharp pain as Allistor pressed against my thigh. When he was done, he worked the tension out of my legs while Kat idly touched my thigh.

When he was finished, he handed me a fresh towel and they both helped me sit up. I let my feet sway for a few moments on the edge of the table before I stood up. "That was amazing, thank you, Allistor."

"I had a wonderful partner tonight, Morgan."

"I agree." I said and refilled my glass. I topped hers off too, finishing the bottle. We talked for a few more moments and Allistor started to put his bottles away. "Hold on, Allistor. I think you're forgetting someone."

Kat's blush deepened to near-crimson. "Oh, no...I don't think so."

Allistor smiled and returned the oil to the warmer. There were a few more hesitant refusals, but then the coaxing and the drained flute in her hand won out. I sat back on the edge of the bed and watched like a peepshow voyeur as she unbuttoned her blouse and kicked off her shoes. She took a deep breath and then unhooked her bra and pulled off her pants in a hurry in case her nerves got the better of her. I couldn't help notice that she had nothing to be concerned about. Her breasts were large with light pink nipples that stood out a half inch, her legs were rock solid, and her hips were the perfect shape to complete her hourglass. I caught Allistor looking and he blinked as he closed his mouth.

Kat lay face down on a fresh towel and Allistor set to work exactly like he'd done on me. He started at her shoulders and neck and worked down. He had me hold her arm while he held the other and we pulled. Kat moaned so softly, and I wondered if I had done the same thing. His hands worked down her thighs, up over her ass, and then down to her calves. As I watched, I glanced up and Allistor was watching me. His wry smile was intoxicating and his hands moved of their own accord.

Once he had finished with her back, he didn't ask if she wanted a towel and told her to roll over. She looked up at us once, then closed her eyes and kept them closed while he started with her shoulders. Before his hands even left her collarbone her nipples stood at attention. I could see her lips glisten. When he reached for her ankle to bring it in, I reached over and held her like she had done to me, but I moved my wrist so subtly against her clitoris while Allistor pressed down. She didn't wince at all, but she did arch her hips and then shuddered against my hand. Allistor and I circled around her and we repeated the hold. I pressed the back of my hand against her lips again and I was rewarded with another shudder, only that time it was accompanied by the ghost of a moan.

I reached back for the bottle of oil while Allistor continued to work down Kat's legs. I coated my hands lightly and started to join him, copying his movements as closely as I could. He watched me intently, his eyes trying to lock on mine but the way Kat's skin felt under my fingertips was so intense that I didn't want to look away. Our hands traced her ankles, and then started to work up toward her knees again. I glanced at Allistor and he smiled broadly, inching higher. We didn't stop until out hands collided over and over again at her mons. We each ran our hands from her hip to the edge of her ass, up and down, over and over. It was like a seesaw of textures crossing over her lips and clitoris. It only took half a dozen strokes before her body arched and she let loose a loud, guttural moan. As she peaked, Allistor leaned across her and kissed me. I felt his tongue slip into my mouth and I accepted it.

Our hands never stopped moving and I felt Kat's hand reach for my thigh. It slid up and curved around to cup my ass and in the process, it loosened my towel. I felt it fall away and Allistor's idle hand cupped my breast. It felt different this time with Kat running her hand over my ass. He wasn't pressing into my muscles; he was touching lightly, just enough to pass the warmth of his touch to me. Kat's hand circled around to the front of me and found my wet lips. I swear I blushed when her fingers squelched at my opening but no one seemed to take any notice. When my kiss broke, I looked down and saw that she had slipped two of her fingers into me but if felt like more. I returned the favor and slipped two of my own into her even as I opened my legs for more. Allistor leaned back to watch us for a moment, but then he moved around so that he was standing at the head of the table. He watched us closely, and his face became suddenly unreadable until he reached over to Kat's breasts and took hold of her nipples. They hardened under his fingers instantly and he began to gently pull. Her breathing started to sputter and he pulled harder until the full weight of her breasts were hanging from his fingertips. Her fingers stopped moving inside me and I felt her clench against mine as she mewled. He suddenly stopped and let her tits fall back against her chest. The most deviant smile was plastered across his face.

"I think I finally understand what you need, Kat. I should have realized it months ago but I just assumed...well, it doesn't matter."

She looked up at him through hooded eyelids and the wetness against my fingertips actually increased. He turned back to his cart and started sorting through his stacks of towels. When he turned around again, he was holding a small wooden tray that had indentations for his scented oil bottles. He bent over so he was close to her ear and told her to turn over. Her fingers withdrew from me and even as she rolled over, I knew what was about to happen. No one who’s ever owned a pair of handcuffs has ever been oblivious to erotic bondage or impact erotica. I'd just never seen it in living color. I checked the monitors again, and then watched as Kat's beautiful full ass came back into view.

"Morgan, go stand at the head of the table and open your legs so Kat can put her fingers in you again." I stared blankly at him for a moment, trying to process what he'd said. "Now, Morgan."

Allistor wasn't intimidating. He wasn't a threat, and I knew that if I wanted to, I could easily break him. I could even kill him with little or even no effort. Kat could too. But I followed his instructions and moved so that I stood with my feet as wide as the table legs and my mons even with Kat's nose. He stood at the side of the table and brought the wooden tray down hard against Kat's ass. It was like a thunderclap in the small room and Kat yelped in surprise. She drew in a sharp intake of breath and I saw her start to grind against the table. He brought the board down again and this time Kat groaned as her hands reached up for me and took hold of my thighs. She held on tight as he reddened her ass over and over again. She held on tight and I watched mesmerized as she flexed up to meet him halfway. When he stopped long enough to set the tray aside and coat his hands with oil again, Kat turned her hands to my inner thighs and moved them up to my lips. I couldn't believe how wet I'd gotten. I was literally dripping down my thighs over her thumbs and she entered me effortlessly. Two of her fingers curled and found my G-spot. Her other hand reached behind me and pulled my ass closer to the table so when she rose her face to me her tongue could reach my clitoris. I felt a wave of orgasm start to build in me that I never wanted to end.

Allistor started to massage her ass again, making her wince against me, but she didn't stop. He covered every centimeter of her, showing tenderness just as intense as the spanking he'd just given. Once he was done, he started to stroke her lips and slid his fingers into her. She lifted her hips to meet him, faster and faster until he pulled free and told her to stop. She groaned, and to my shock, so did I as she set her face aside and pulled her fingers out of me.

"Stand up, Kat, and let Morgan lay down for a while."

That was when I should have said no. I felt it in my logical brain even as Kat stood up and winced as her ass touched the table. It didn't matter how soft the towels were at that point for her. I was still going to say no as Kat stood up and held her hand out to me. I remember thinking that no was still an option if I didn't like it as I lay down in her place. I could still put my fist through his skull and break him twenty ways from Sunday if I wanted to. But then I was there in her place, waiting. She was stroking my back lightly and then- Wham! I felt it hit me like a freight train. I swear I yelped like a wounded animal but the pain didn't last as long as I thought it would. It was replaced by a dry heat that started on my ass and seeped into my core. I felt a fresh wave of wetness coat my lips, maybe even dripping onto the towel beneath me. Allistor hit me again and again, one side and then the other while Kate stroked my hair and leaned over to whisper in my ear. "That's it, Morgan, that's it. You’re so beautiful, so soft..."

When Allistor finished, I heard him set the tray aside and the clink of bottles. He poured a dribble of oil on my ass and it felt like ice. He and Kat both massaged me and when their fingers found my clitoris I gasped at the way my nerves reacted. I came instantly. I couldn't help it and the feeling was so intense that I felt like I was on the verge of passing out. They withdrew long enough for me to catch my breath and then they helped me roll onto my back. The towel burned against my ass and even as I started to calm down, Allistor placed a fresh towel between my legs and rubbed the oil and wetness off of me. It felt oddly disappointing that he was finished.

How wrong I was. He moved around to the head of the table above me and started to touch my breasts, he toyed with them, played with my nipples and leaned down to kiss and suck each one gently. When the heat of his full mouth enveloped one and the other I pressed up to feed him more. My hands reached up for his thighs and I pulled against his ass. The hardness of his cock pressed against the top of my head through his slacks. I felt Kat's hands on my thighs again, and then what could only have been her mouth against my lips as her hot tongue lapped at my clit. I felt a fresh wave of wetness drip down the crack of my ass and she chased after it. She licked every part of me from bottom to top, dipping inside and then teasing my clit or my ass. She made me mewl and groan and when Allistor left his post at my head to stand behind her, I craned my neck to watch.

He coated his hands with oil again and started to run them up and down between her legs from behind. She gasped against me and looked up. Our eyes locked in a kind of primal understanding. We were the ones in control, we had the power here, and we both understood in that glance that we wanted him to pleasure us. "Do exactly as I do, Kat," he said softly and I felt her ease back and gently run her fingers over me the way he was doing to her. It was maddening how badly I wanted more. After a few strokes, she slipped one finger into me while her other hand started to tease my ass with little strokes. A second finger probed into me, and then a third. She started to pump in and out slowly, her other hand there, but doing very little. I started to rock in time with her, as she did with him, and then she added a fourth finger and turned her hand so that her thumb was resting on my clit. He pumped into her, and she pumped into me. I tried to open my thighs as far as I could and she did the same. She groaned in frustration and then pulled her hand out of me too.

I was so close to having an awesome orgasm that I was a little more than pissed, but them Allistor was next to us and poured oil over his hands and took Kat's in his, coating hers. A moment later, it started again and it progressed quickly. One, then two, then three fingers, pumping a steady rhythm that had us both panting. When the fourth finger added the pressure to my clit, I almost screamed. Then the pressure on my clit was gone and Kat leaned down to lick and nibble at it and I could see Allistor doing the same from behind her. That's when I felt a stab of pressure as her thumb joined her fingers and the width of her wrist pressed into me. She was steady and insistent, and I started to come even as she slipped inside of me. I boarded a train of orgasms that rode her fist as it pumped in me. I had never felt to full, so wanton, like such a fuck slut in my life than in that moment with Kat's fist in me and her tongue on my clit.

I came so damned hard that I passed out. The last thing I remembered was Kat screaming that she was coming. The next thing I felt were her hands on my nipples as she gently rocked against me in time to Allistor's thrusts. He was standing behind her, pumping into her hard and steady. When she saw that I was awake again, she kissed me. I felt her lips on mine like hot wet velvet. She tasted like me. She smelled like me. And Allistor fucked her like I wanted to be fucked.

♥ ♥ ♥ 

From an ancient desk in a sunlit corner of a room, A. Octavia writes about worlds hidden behind a veil of time and cosmic dust. He also writes an Erotic Blog, and hosts an Erotic Podcast called Auralism that's available on iTunes and Stitcher.

Author Interview:
How long did it take you to complete your first book?
'Tales' is a collection of short stories that were written over the course of a year. When I began writing, I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with these stories--just that I needed a break from the novels I'd been working on for years. Short, intense stories felt like a great way to get away from all that.
Where do you get your ides/inspiration for your writing?
Inspiration comes from everywhere, literally. I've been inspired by conversations with friends, movies, books, clips on Youtube, music videos, and even some of my own unpublished novels. One of the most curious little known facts is that everyhing I've written takes place in the same universe--that is, it's possible, however unlikely, that all my characters could meet in a coffee shop some day. I think that gives me a lot of freedom in creating worlds that feel lived-in.
Tell us your most rewarding experience since being published?
A few months after 'Tales' was released, I attended a social gathering where a friend of mine introduced me to another guest as an erotic writer. It was the most surreal, and awesome experience. Also seeing my ebook listed on the Barnes and Noble website for the first time was intense. It was a kind of validation that I really was part of the cyberverse now.
Do you work with an outline, or just write?
I almost never work on an outline or plot out an entire story ahead of time. Stories for me have to feel natural, they have to flow. I occasionally create character worksheets with notes and bits and pieces of useless information, but never plot lines.
How did you bring life to your characters?
For me, it's all in the dialogue. Characters need to move, speak, be animate, and have their personalities come through in what they say, and how they say it. There are drafts I write, and in the flurry of creativity, I end up leaving huge holes in the story that I know I'll need to come back to fill in once I start post-edits.
Is there an author that you would really like to meet?
P.J. Ballentine, without a doubt. Not only is she an amazing author, but her podcast, Erotica Ala Carte, was the catalyst for my own podcast.
What is your favorite part of being an author?
I think I enjoy the process of exploring new characters. Short stories are like dreams, they appear, vivid and real in the moment, and then disappear. They leave readers wanting more. Novels have time to prepare, and let characters evolve. There's time for introspection and conflict resolution that just isn't built for shorts. The characters I use have to be ready to go from the first word.
Do you have any advice for aspiring writers?
Build characters first. Build characters with flaws, with hang-ups, give them insecurities and vanity. In short, keep them real. It doesn't matter if they live in suburbia or on a space station--if your characters are thought through, the stories will write themselves. Don't be afraid to let events unfold naturally.
Will you have a new book coming out soon? Can you tell us about it?
I have another collection of shorts coming out this fall, and a short story trilogy being bundled together that will follow right after it. The titles and cover art are still being wrangled, but I think it's going to be a really exciting season.
Anything you want to say to your readers?
Absolutely. Thank you. Readers are reason I publish. I would continue to write even if no one ever read a single word, but because there is a demand, and there is a continuum of people who want to read my work, I'm determined to give them something worth their time.
Thank you so much for the opportunity to shame my work with you!

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Spotlight: Color of Dreams by K.G. Stutts

Detective Julie Carter has dreams she can't shake. When her most recent dream comes true - and her husband, Aiden, is killed - Julie must work with Scott Jordan, the man who broke her heart years ago, to investigate.

Secrets unravel as things start heating up again between Scott and Julie. But can Julie trust Scott again? Can they work together to find Aiden's killer before Julie's next dream comes true...her death?

I don’t have time for my usual work out, but I have to get the image of the dream out of my mind. I hope that a little time with the boxing gloves will do me some good. I notice two other women huddled tightly together as I am taping up my wrists.

“What’s up?” I walk over to them and ask.

“Him.” Ashley nods over to a man lifting weights.

I can’t stifle my groan. “Scott Jordan? Seriously?”

“Hey, don’t judge. You’re married, Julie. You may not have noticed, but Scott is a complete hottie,” Ashley says.

I roll my eyes. I’ve known Scott Jordan since we were rookies. He is one of the best looking men in the precinct. It’s a fact that he’s very much aware of. With his sandy blonde hair that tends to curl slightly when it gets long, his baby blue eyes, chiseled physique, and a lot of charm, he tends to command the attention of most of the women who work at the station. Lately he’s been wearing his hair short.

Sure, Scott was attractive, but he has proven to me that there isn’t much beneath his beautiful surface.

“Ladies, that is not a road worth traveling down,” I warn as I strap on the boxing gloves. I manage to hold back a ‘trust me’ but my tone doesn’t escape their notice.

“Ooh, that sounds like you are speaking from experience,” the other woman, Pauline, turns to me and says.

“I’m married to Aiden Sullivan, remember?” I point out, refusing to answer Pauline.

“That’s another good looking man.” Ashley sighs.

“You are so lucky, Julie.”

“Those soft brown eyes, dazzling smile, and that butt!” Ashley giggles.

“He’s so handsome. Aiden is a modern day Clark Gable,” Pauline dreamily says.

Both women look like they could melt. I grin at the compliments about Aiden.

“Thanks, ladies.”

I walk back over to the punching bag and start my work out.

“Hello, fine looking ladies,” I hear Scott greet.

Ashley and Pauline giggle. I can’t help but roll my eyes.

“Officers of the law, giggling like school girls,” I murmur under my breath.

“What was that, Carter?” Scott asks, turning his attention toward me.

“Don’t you have something better to do than to bother me?” I ask, punching the bag.

“Need a hand?” he asks.

“Sure. Why don’t you take the place of the bag?” I suggest.

“Ouch. You’re in a mood today,” Scott condescendingly says.

“If you ask me if it’s my time of the mouth or if I’ve run out of coffee, I really will punch you,” I warn.

“You hit like a girl.” Scott teases.

“You could, too, with a little more effort,” I bitterly respond, punching the bag harder.

“You are extra sharp today, Julie. And you’re taking it out on that poor Everlast. Something not right at home? Has Aiden not being living up to his husband duties?” His tone is patronizing, but there is a hint of seriousness behind his blue eyes.

“It’s been eleven years since that’s been a concern of yours,” I tell him in a low voice.

Scott’s face instantly changes at my tone. He murmurs something too low for me to hear, and then walks off.

“Seriously, I want to cut my tongue licking his abs,” I overhear Ashley say.

“My God, that man! Watch him go,” Pauline comments.

“Get it together, ladies. Might I suggest a cold shower?” I mention before leaving the gym.

Author Interview:
Did you always know you wanted to be a writer? 
Oh yes. I wrote a lot in high school. Little poems and shorts. I lost a lot of drive after my mother passed away but started writing again about two years ago.

Do you write under a pen name? 
I do. KG are my initials.

Do you work with an outline, or just write? 
I don't like to outline that much. I know what I want to write, the story is already in my head, but I love to go with the flow of the story as the characters tell it to me and everything really unfolds.

Your thoughts on receiving book reviews - the good and the bad - 
I do love book reviews. A review could make or break a novel. I don't like when a reviewer just repeats the story and often gives away spoilers. That's not what a review is supposed to be. Tell me what you liked and didn't like. I don't expect everyone to like my book, but I'm always evolving my writing and looking to improve.

What is one book you wish you had written? 
The Hunger Games series. I love all three books.

How did you bring life to your characters? 
I had a dream where I was the main character. Julie is so vibrant. She's strong in so many different ways. She just stuck with me.

What made you want to write erotica?
I used to sneak and read my mother's Harlequin novels as a teenager. I read those more than I read books geared for people my age. My first taste of writing was taking one of those novels and rewriting a few scenes I had a different idea on. I don't shy away from sex. It's a part of life.

What is your favorite thing about being an Indie writer? 
Having more freedom to do things my way. I don't answer to a big company that tells me to change my writing style. I work with a company who supports and celebrates me, encourages my way of writing. I also get to interact more with readers on Facebook and Twitter.

For those who might consider reading your book, what would you tell them to expect? 
Expect a lot of heat between Julie and Scott and a few twists along the way.

Do you have any advice for aspiring writers? 
Never give up writing. Write every day, if you can. If this is something you are passionate about, don't let anyone deter you from what you want to do.

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Monday, December 22, 2014

Happy Holidays!

Be naughty this holiday season....

... and save Santa the trip!

Enjoy the holidays with a free gift from Christina Harding!!!

As a holiday special, download a FREE copy of Christina Harding's Underneath the Gargoyle on Smashwords! Use coupon code MK29Q at checkout. Be sure to act quickly - the coupon will expire on December 24! If you download a free copy and you enjoy what you read, please consider leaving a review with your favorite retailer.

Trisha is a Catholic choir member and believes nobody knows the extent of her promiscuity. Little does she know the gargoyles are watching her.

Advance Praise: 
"Great first story! Paranormal/monsters aren't usually my thing but really glad I gave this one a try. I'd be lying if I said it didn't turn me on; it did, a lot. Hopefully the start of a great series of novelettes." ~5★ review by Adrian Ward on Smashwords

"...the main appeal here isn’t necessarily the plot but rather the writing. Christina Harding does a great job of letting us into the mind of the protagonist.... Harding’s masterful way with words helps paint extremely vivid pictures in the reader’s head. As soon as you finish, I bet you’ll find yourself ready for more. The fact that this is first story just makes it all the more impressive. Even if (like me) you’re not normally into paranormal erotica, I highly recommend this story." ~5★ review by Chacebook

"This was fun to read -- clever and sexy and laugh-out-loud funny." ~Editor of Underneath the Gargoyle

"A very sexy read! You won't want to miss this: father/son fantasies, supernatural creatures, and just about every kind of erotic situation you can imagine. Highly recommended!" ~5★ review by Fionna Guillaume on Smashwords

"Trisha is a naughty girl, having far more fun at church than any person should." ~5★ review by Reed James

"Christina has created a book of Erotica that will delight the lover of the genre. She writes with a style and panache that other writers of the genre will envy. Christina Harding is a bold, provocative, creative writer; absolutely and most definitely, more, more, more from her...please." ~5★ review by Billierosie on Amazon

"Underneath the Gargoyle has a solid story line and structure, with a happy ending… for the gargoyles. This was an enjoyable read that flows like a confession that goes beyond the bounds of traditional encounters." ~5★ review by Franklin Deverell on Amazon

"I thought it was steamy in the graveyard, but move past that and find her confessing of her "sins" to her boyfriend's father...Holy Smoke!! That doesn't even scrape the surface, with the rest of the story. I really enjoyed it! It was short, but there was so much that added depth to the characters and the plot. I highly recommend this one and will be reading many more from this author." ~5★ review by Booklover on Amazon

"Smoking hot erotic short! Perfect for those who love paranormal erotica as well as those who prefer the taboo. Loved it and look forward to reading more by this author about what happens under the catacombs." ~5★ review by Bella Swann Erotica on Amazon

"If you have a fetish for naughty Catholic schoolgirls (and if not, what's the matter with you?) this one definitely belongs on your to-read list.... This is a story that ends much too soon, and is indeed crying out for a sequel. Christina, if you're paying any attention to the reviews on this thing, you need to get on it now."  ~5★ review by Michael Dalton on Amazon

Stay Tuned - the sequel is coming in January!!

Friday, December 19, 2014

Honey I Shrunk Your Cooch! by Hylene Haley

Orgy / Formicophilia

Mary Carey always wanted to be treated like a queen. But she gets more than she bargained for when she's shrunk to the size of an ant and taken to the ant hill to be the new ant queen -- and is swarmed by a million lusty worker ants who want to tend to her, massage her, and make love to her...

My Review:
For Honey I Shrunk Your Cooch! the title alone got my mind churning, wondering what this short could be about. As such, this premise presented with plenty of storytelling opportunities, and I found myself wishing the author would commit to fully exploring any one of them. I kept thinking about all the different directions each story line could take. And so, I would say Honey I Shrunk Your Cooch! is a great one to read in order to get your own creative juices flowing.

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Thursday, December 18, 2014

Spotlight: Getting Him Off Quickly by CR Lemons

Paralegal Daisy Sinclair works for a well-known successful criminal defense attorney in downtown Fort Worth. She works hard and plays even harder, but has a code to never mix business with pleasure. This code is tested when her boss hires irresistibly sexy Warren Cole, a criminal investigator, to partner with her in a case defending a prominent figure against a double murder charge.

★ Reviews from Amazon:
"While this is not what I normally read the plot grabbed me right off the bat and kept me captivated until the end. It is well written and I hope to see more of C. R. Lemons writings."

"C.R. Lemons had me hooked within the first couple pages. The book was intriguing and a quick page turner. I just had to find out who done it with all the twist turns."

"What a great cross-genre book! I'm sure the author's expertise as a paralegal brought a very realistic feel to this story but either way, it was a great book.

Daisy is a very easygoing likable character who is confident in her job as a paralegal and confident about what she wants from men. She's met her match with with Warren, a sexy ex-cop now working with her at the law firm.

I can't say enough good things about this book. The mystery story by itself is just so compelling and well-plotted and with the addition of the hot relationship between Daisy and Warren added in there wasn't a dull page in the book. You won't put this one down until you've finished."

"“Getting Him Off Quickly” is a great beginning for a new indie author, C R Lemons. I took a moment to read the author bio and can see that she may have modeled Daisy, the female protagonist, a bit after herself. If nothing else she certainly pulled from her years of paralegal experience to write this Mysterotica. The writing style is quite simplistic, straightforward and to the point. I believe that direct style actually helped me in visualizing the scenes. Daisy is both likable and relatable from the start. She is a confident, mature woman who doesn’t mince words, smart as a whip, works hard, plays hard and enjoys a very active libido. When Investigator Warren Cole joins Daisy’s law firm the two must work together to exonerate a client of double homicide charges. Their attraction to one another is immediate and this book is filled with lots of intense sex that are a testament to that attraction. As their case takes twists and turns their relationship does as well. I found this book to be an easy, enjoyable, mature read. It goes much faster that its page numbers imply as the writing style is very straightforward and the chapters move quickly. I would recommend this book to anyone who enjoys a good mystery combined with lots of sexual dialogue and scenes."

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