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When Male Bodies Meet

This story is a serial. You can start at the beginning with When the Sheets Talk. When the door closed behind Beth, I jumped off the couch and began pacing circles around the room. Her excitement and nervousness ran through my body. We were so in tune. Beth had told me that when she and Mara were alone, Mara focused on Beth’s orgasm. Alone time today meant that Beth would learn what it was like to be the giver. For my selfish reasons, I wanted her to have a good experience. I wanted our threesome to continue. I liked that...

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Exploring a Sex Goddess ~ff~

This is a serial. If you would like to read from the beginning start with When the Sheets Talk. Holding Mara’s breast in my hand, I pondered her words. How would I describe to Rafe, what I did with Mara? I had never talked about my attraction to women or their breasts, much less knowing I enjoyed decorating them. But he gets off on me discovering new things about myself and sharing that information. That thought calmed me. I’d tell him all about the art in the living room that depicted graphically, women loving women. I’d explain how my heart...

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Creativity Sat in the Middle of Hurricane Irma

For two years, much of my life has lived in U-Haul boxes. The month before last, I moved into my new house, and I began to unbox. When I evacuated for Matthew last year, I couldn’t see the things that were in all those boxes, plus I had no idea where anything was located. This time as Irma came raging through, my belongings had new places in my home. Many items were out of the boxes, but not all. I stood looking at my possessions attempting to decide what I would carry with me in my Prius. So, what did...

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Be Jeweled

This is the sixth episode of Beth, Mara, and Rafe. This serial that begins with When the Sheets Talk. I cherished the words that Mara had left me in the note. I can’t get enough of you. You radiate sex and then embody it. Divine. I enjoyed sharing you with Rafe. Let’s you and I get together Saturday-Noon at my place. I have an idea I want to share with you. When I arrived at Mara’s door, her jazz music filled the hallway. I was poised to knock on the door, but it opened. An exotic looking woman with a...

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Making A Threesome Come True

This is a serial. If you would like to start at the beginning read: When the Sheets Talk. I sat up, moving to my hands and knees and faced Rafe’s crotch. My fingers fumbled with the buttons on his pants, probably because Mara had flipped my skirt up and begun tugging my panties down. My body felt electric. Since Rafe was all about watching, I considered this scene from his perspective. Mara and Rafe sat on opposite ends of the couch. I was kneeling over him with my ass in her face. Rafe had the unobstructed view across my back...

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Orfeo’s Ascent: A Modern Opera – Part 2

#FollowFriday I am pleased to share the second part of this historical romance with heat!  Click here for Part One of Orfeo’s Ascent. Be sure to follow L. Devin Verity on Twitter.  Peter edged closer. “Anwen? Where did he go? Are you all right? What’s —?” The softness of fingertips hushed his lips, tugged him closer to the shadows. “I paid him. He’s gone now.” Her fingers slid down, tracing Peter’s lapels. “The thing is… I’m feeling very much like our poor heroine.” His heart clenched, his voice weak. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” She stood before...

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Dr. J.’s Spotlight: L Devin Verity

It’s #WriterWednesday. Join me in welcoming a new voice to the erotica writing world. Today, I am sharing my platform with L. Devin Verity, who has woven a tale set in London that touches the heart and the body.  For me, setting a stage for an erotic romance in historical fiction is difficult to do. I’m excited to showcase a writer who does it well. Lie back and enjoy an erotic story from another time and place. You can follow her on Twitter. Click on her name above.   Orfeo’s Ascent: A Modern Opera Part 1 of 2 London, 1920...

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At the Heart of a Threesome ~ffm~

This is the fourth episode about Beth, Mara, and Rafe. If you’d like to start at the beginning. Click HERE to read When the Sheets Talk. Good to his word, Rafe had invited Mara over to our house the following weekend. My heart pounded in my chest. The two people that lit my fire were huddled together on the couch clarifying our threesome plans. There were so many things I loved about both of them, and it was amplified seeing them laughing. Rafe heard the floorboard creak. “Beth, come join us.” Excitement registered on Mara’s face with a grin. She...

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The Lover In My Dreams

My writing group gave me a song lyric prompt and I wrote this story based on that. I ask you, does love resonate in our body forever? I woke myself thrashing in the bedcovers. It was hot. When I opened my eyes, it was all black. Where am I? What’s that smell? I felt anxious. My skin was clammy. I kicked off the sheet to get some air on my feet. A hand grasped mine and squeezed. I flinched, and the hand dropped away. My heart rate picked up. As I focused on my chest, rising and falling, I drifted...

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Get What You Need

I’m humming the Rolling Stones tonight. You know the song-You Can’t Always Get What You Want. Let me focus on the next line. “But if you try sometimes, well you might find you get what you need.” I guess I needed change as a theme in my life. Some of you may know I have a new home and have been moving into it for the last two weeks. The move officially ended today when my child also ventured to a new home, complimenting his new job. Our entire family has been in transition. But in the midst of house-moving...

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Dr. J.’s Spotlight: The Man, the Guitar Legend: Horatio Slice

Lucky me, I got a sneak peak of Oleander Plume’s new book, Horatio Slice Guitar Slayer of the Universe. I can’t remember the last time the first chapter of a book pulled me in and anchored me, center stage, to a fascinating tale.  I kept thinking, what would happen if I told Horatio I read the first chapter three times in a row to savor it? I’m sure it would go to his head, both of them. As I look back now, I realize the characters threw me into a scene from the movie, A Knight’s Tale. It was the one where...

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Dr. J.’s Spotlight: Author Laura Lascarso

My connection with Laura Lascarso is fascinating. A common writing space is our link. We share a love for an ethereal retreat, a place that supports our creation and we alternate using it. There, we deposit the essence of who we are as writers. I like to imagine our energies mingle, as our muses and characters laugh and dance together. This October, at the Florida Writers Conference, we will meet in real life and share common space. Watch out world. I am taken with Laura’s story, Andre In Flight. It is a male-male romance that captures the heart and spirit of love and desire.  This...

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Dr. J.’s Spolight: Author Eliza David

A writer’s journey is not complete unless there are folks to witness your process and your progress. Those people are cheerleaders for your success. For me, that person is Eliza David. I can only hope to cheer as loudly for her as she does for me. Eliza and I met on Twitter. I don’t even remember how, but our feeds crossed, and the rest is history. Besides being my #SisterInSmut, she is a resource person. Eliza is the most in touch, finger on the pulse of the writing world, kind of woman. Her new book, The Follow is out, and I invited...

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Sprayed and Pounded

This is the third story in a series. If you would like to start at the beginning, read When the Sheets Talk. I was jealous of the spa-rock floor pounded by the shower spray. I wanted a pounding, and it wasn’t happening. Impaled on Rafe’s cock, he wanted to hear about Mara. I was embarrassed. No, I wasn’t. I needed to own my desires, but I wanted to keep that experience for myself. The problem was I didn’t hide things from him. Rafe pulled me from my thoughts when his fingertips melded into my skin. His cock throbbed inside me. He...

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From Sheets to Shower

This is a continuation story from last week, When the Sheets Talk.  Rafe hummed a country tune as the plumbing pipes whooshed and the water spray hissed. I stopped at the opening to the marble shower. I admired Rafe’s stunning body. This locale was a spectacular backdrop for his male body art. With his foot propped on the bench, he leaned over and soaped his leg. Muscles, lean and mean. What a toned ass. I loved watching him touch his body. Standing there, I considered what Rafe desired with Mara and me. His hands cupped his balls and stroked his gorgeous...

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When the Sheets Talk

I had to do it before the warmth of the sheets dissipated. I molded myself around Mara’s sleeping spot. With my face nestled into her pillow, the scent took me back to last night. Riveting. I arched my back and cupped my breast, slowly tweaking my nipple. “You want this, right?”  That’s all she said. I had never had a woman’s touch make me orgasm. We only had one drink, but I knew I had dropped my inhibitions. I wasn’t sure if she felt the same way I did. I dragged my hand over my hip bone and dipped down...

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Dr. J.’s Spotlight: Writer’s Date ~ It’s a Thing

Many erotic authors strive to entertain you while they create stories that first amuse them. What do you think keeps our creative effort and energy flowing? Besides you, dear reader, the answer is each other. If you think it’s fun reading our stories, imagine our joy in creating them. We share everything from our inspiration of originality to our plots and final drafts with each other. And there’s more. I was at dinner the other night at Top Chef Kenny Gilbert’s restaurant, Gilbert’s Underground Kitchen. The menu boasted a tasty sangria flight, so everyone at the table decided to give it a...

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His Defined Abs

Celebrating the last day of National Masturbation Month. The party was going strong. Significant amounts of perfume combined with the alcohol assisted the beat of the music in pounding my head. Pounding, just like I imagined him doing to her luscious body. It was happening, and I had agreed to it. I surveyed the buzzing room after Joy and Richard had left to talk. I wasn’t sure how this would transpire or how I would feel afterward? What did I know about watching my wife get banged by another man, much less my best friend? Nothing. I had left the...

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The Magician

Tonight, like every Wednesday night after work, I observed her in the bustle at Lillie’s Victorian Establishment. Her tight black dress accented her curves, and her heels complimented her fit calves. Flicking her hair and contorting her body either higher or lower, she molded into the space of her person of interest. She worked her charm. She hunted. Amidst the smell of body heat and liquor, her sexual energy permeated the bar. In this chosen sphere, she proceeded from one person to another searching for the connection. With her scope narrowed to her immediate circle, she didn’t know I watched....

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Dr. J.’s Spotlight: NYC Whirlwind

I had a glorious week in the Big Apple. What did I learn? 1) Let’s get basic. If you want to jump start your exercise program, this walking city is the way to go. I averaged 15,000 steps a day.  When I headed out the front door of the hotel, boom, I was in cardiovascular exercise mode—for the whole day. The theme of this trip was to experience vibrant people, places, and energy. 2) The people made the city. My first people connections involved seeing old friends. These long time friends moved to NY from our little world of Tallahassee....

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Dr. J.’s Spotlight on Hotness: KinkCrate

The Glass Emperor-A Kink Crate Original by Dr. J. Every Wednesday night, Mr. Ashton Blackthorne highlights one of his Wicked Pen Writers, and my turn had arrived to host my first Facebook take-over event in Blackthorne’s Dungeon. Using my college classroom ice-breakers, I planned to introduce myself and facilitate fun sexuality games for the evening. But I wanted to have a special event, so I enlisted the help of my friends at Kink Crate. I met the owners of Kink Crate back in November when they attended a pop-up book event where I was celebrating the release of Forever Tattooed. They shared...

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Dr. J.’s Spotlight on Hotness: Mischa Eliot

This week I premiere my first author interview. And my spotlight shines on Mischa Eliot. I thank the universe for the day I virtually met Mischa. I soon learned she was my writer twin. She is a vivacious redhead with a sassy side, like me. We laugh at the same things. The first time we talked on the phone, my family wanted to know why they weren’t invited to the party! It was LOUD. We most definitely celebrated. When liked minded people come together especially if they talk sex, wondrous things happen. She is one of my favorite sexy people,...

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At the Knee of a Poet ~ Writing Lessons ~

A NON FICTION Selection On Writing. Today, I was unsettled. I walked to clear my head and focus on a new story idea. I didn’t know it was a “walking meditation” until my aunt arrived at my side. I could have been traipsing down the grassy path to the pond of my youth, or the woodsy trail to the Big Rocks, at the creek, near the cemetery. But today, she and I walked on my new island path. The last time I saw my Aunt, was in Spring 2006 before she died. She posed for me on an old brick...

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Amplified

This is #8 in the Service House Training Stories. It is a serial read. You can start from the beginning HERE. Periwinkle arrived at her assigned room. Naked and pacing, she attempted to shake herself from the erotic storm she witnessed. The mixture of torment and lust between Orlando and Lowell was abundant. She was caught up in something. There was so much she didn’t know about being at Service House. The door opened, and Julianna peeked in. “Hi, Periwinkle.” “Hi. What are you doing here?” “I’m here to help you get ready for your session. How are you doing after...