Aug 14

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 back into sleep, and the lake reappeared in my view.

“Ivy, come on.”

“Jasper, I’m not a mountain goat like you; slow down.”

I had prepared our spot earlier. I could see the moon peeping over the tree line. The fireflies danced across the sky like miniature, floating beacons. It was a humid summer night, but a light breeze stirred, and the scent from Mr. Harvey’s lavender fields drifted over us.

When we reached the landing, I wondered what Ivy would think.

“Jasper, you’re a romantic.”

“Do you like it?”

She knelt down on the quilt covered with thick cotton blankets and sighed.

“Chilled wine and food. What’s not to like.” Ivy held out her hand to me. When I touched her fingers, she laced hers into mine and pulled me down to her. Kneeling face to face, I saw the moonlight sparkling in her eyes.

“You’ve earned bonus points for thinking ahead.” She nuzzled my neck and planted the softest kiss there.

“What do these points get me?”

“A sexy surprise. Open the wine.”

Ivy plopped down in the middle of the space. I wanted to remember this view forever. Her long blonde hair across her shoulders dipped down to the swell of her breasts in her V-neck halter top. She stretched her long toned legs out in front of her and removed her sneakers. I could barely get the wine open for watching her. She was inviting.

“What’s in that other basket?”

I smiled to myself.

“Dessert.”

“Tell me. Is it my favorite? Did you pick up Mrs. Harvey’s lavender shortbreads?”

“You’ll see. Have a little patience.”

I finally got the cork out, poured two glasses and sat beside her.

“It’s a gorgeous night.”

“It is, Jasper. Fancy wine, too.”

“I wanted to celebrate.”

“Celebrate?”

“Yes, I hope so.”

“Jasper, you got word, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I got the job.”

I knew that she would be disappointed because it was across the country.

“I’m so happy for you. It is what you wanted.” I heard to sadness in her voice. “Let’s toast to your new job.”

“Wait a minute. I can’t celebrate unless you are happy too. Let’s get you some dessert.”

“Dessert? With wine.”

“Don’t you want to see if it’s what you think it is?”

I reached over to the basket and pulled out the wrapped cookies and handed them to her.

“Wow, Mrs. Harvey is working some new packaging. Lovely ribbons.”

I held my breath. I watched Ivy untie the bow and look at me.

“Jasper there is a knot, and something’s attached to the ribbon.” The perfect gasp escaped her mouth. “No.”

“Ivy, I know you had plans for grad school, but I want you to go with me. I can’t imagine my life without you. Will you marry me?”

Her shoulders started to shake, and she nodded her head.

“Say something.”

Through a tearful laugh, she said, “I can go to grad school anywhere.”

I unknotted the ring from the ribbon and placed it on her finger. She wiped the tears from her cheeks.

“I guess you deserve a surprise.” She pushed me over on my back knocking our glasses over and kissed me. As Ivy’s body covered mine and our kiss consumed us, I absorbed the wine, lavender, and her taste, at that moment.

She clawed at my clothes and I at hers until they were off.

“Me first,” she said.

Her tongue made a path down my chest and then she tickled my happy trail on her way south. My erection jerked, and she giggled. “Who’s impatient now?”

“Me, evidently,” I said as she took me in her mouth and with her loving strokes brought me to the brink of an orgasm.

“Wait, Ivy, I want to see you. I want to be inside.”

She looked up, smiled, and straddled my lap. I lifted her up, and she positioned my cock at her opening and sat back down on me. She was warm and tight. We gazed into each other’s faces.

“Come on you ‘ole goat, let’s do this thing.”

“Sex or marriage?”

“All of it.”

We wrapped our arms around each other and both pumped up and down until our orgasms took us. Fish jumped, frogs croaked, lavender wafted, and the love of my life had said yes.

We snuggled pointing out stars and talked about our future life. We rolled over and leisurely loved one another. The cosmic glue of sex sealed our love for eternity. It was locked in a night I would always remember.

I awoke from my dream with a start.

An unfamiliar face hovered over me.

“You old goat, you woke up smiling.”

“Who are you? What are you doing in my bed?”

“It’s me, Ivy. I’m your wife.”

Tears welled up in my eyes.

“You are?”

She patted my hand.

“Nearly forty years now.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t remember.

“That’s okay. I’ll remember for both of us.”

“What’s that smell?”

“I bought some fresh lavender.”

“It’s nice.”

“Yes, it is, Jasper.”

Aug 05

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 hell, I had a website malfunction. Enough said on that. Except that maybe I got what I needed.

Several people in my writing group offered assistance. My fellow Wicked Pens provided lots of suggestions. My local author buddies offered ideas and help while calming me down. This situation reminded of the big hearts that fellow writers have and that I have the best folks in my writing circle.

But I have to tell you about the one woman, on a mission to make things right because she could. The sexy, naughty, tech savvy Mischa Eliot has been a one-woman dynamo building a new website for me.

In case you don’t know, she’s my twin. Eliza David calls us “SistersInSmut.” We are more than that. We are sisters in EVERYTHING. I will be forever grateful for her kindness towards me. Maybe I can get her a date with Christian Kane as a real thank you.

So if my website looks a little different for a day or two, you know why. Tweaking will continue. New stories will emerge. Writing horizons and projects will open up.

And as always, I’ll get what I need.

Jul 24

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 William Thatcher and his mates ride horses into Paris for the world championship games. The tune “The Boys Are Back in Town” played in the background. That’s how I envisioned Horatio Slice with his crew, except they are gay, space pirates, and the horniest of men.

Horatio’s adventure moves us from one world to another, facing tasks and obstacles while meeting new creatures, who have sex in the most interesting places and fascinating ways. Did I mention there are unusual items and circumstances to enhance the pleasure process? Phew. HAAWWT.

As I followed Horatio on his wild hero’s journey, he and his mates not only endeared themselves to me, they captivated and mesmerized me. But more importantly, Horatio’s riveting tale champions the phrase: love is love is love.

I am so excited to have the creative genius of this book here today to answer questions. Enjoy meeting Oleander Plume.

Do tell, how did Horatio Slice emerge?

I dug through all my various revisions of the book, and discovered I started writing about Horatio in April of 2013, while attempting to answer a short story submission call for a “rock & roll science fiction fantasy” anthology. Needless to say, I never answered that particular query!

What a name, Horatio Slice, how did you come up with it?

I love naming the characters. Usually the names just pop into my head. I borrowed the name Horatio from another short story I was working on at the time, about a private detective of all things. I figured a rock star needed a big name, with lots of syllables. The last name had to be short and bold. From the beginning, I wanted him to be big and muscular to contrast nicely with his sweet and kind of goofy personality. Since I tend to write a lot of characters with dark eyes, I forced myself to make Horatio’s blue. I think my favorite thing about him is his optimistic attitude. We all need a little Horatio in our life!

Tell me about the other characters? Or maybe they want to speak to the audience?

Gunner Wilkes: “I was a college student until Horatio dropped into my dorm room, buck ass naked and sporting a full-on rager. Not that I minded, especially since I’m the one who brought him back to Earth using a machine I invented that created a portal into another universe. Sure, I’m a genius, and I expected the machine to work, but I didn’t expect Horatio to be naked. Or horny. Or horny for me. Which I also didn’t mind. At all.”

Snake Vinter: “I’m a space pirate. And a vampire. My hobbies include pillaging, sucking blood, sucking dick, wreaking havoc and drinking all manner of spirits. Sugar owns my soul. Seriously, I lost it to him in a poker game.”

Sugar: “How did I end up second in command on a metal pirate ship named Frances? Bad luck. Or, good luck, depending on your perspective. One thing I know for sure, if it wasn’t for me, Snake would be dead, or in jail. Don’t let him tell you any different.”

Besides these four, the book includes Saber and his twin brother Archer, Canis – a puppy by day and sexy werewolf by night, Seven, Stiles, Suki, Saki, Six, Spinner and Slash. Oh, and there’s Meridian, Mert, Bindrop, Shonty, Saul … did I forget anyone?

What’s it like having such a wild crowd playing in your head?

Distracting, and slightly confusing! But, I am drawn to character driven stories, so having a large cast felt natural, and I really enjoyed developing each one’s personality.

Where and when do you write? Tell us about your process.

I recently redecorated a spare bedroom and created a small but functional writing space. Instead of a desk, I use a recliner, and a lap desk for my laptop. There is usually a cat sleeping on top of my feet while I work, who, when he is not napping, takes great delight in shredding my notes or knocking my pen to the floor.

Most days, I get up at 5:00 am and start working. Well, after coffee, that is. If you are one of those people who can get up and start doing ANYTHING without caffeine, I’m going to suspect you are some sort of wizard or alien.

How has your writing career helped you to get to Horatio?

So far, I’ve been lucky. My short stories have been published by insanely talented people like Rachel Kramer BusselAlison Tyler, and Violet Blue. While some authors will advise against submitting to erotic anthologies, I say “Do it!” Not only will you hone your craft, but you will meet many other wonderful writers, like Dr. J., for instance!

Two people I got to know early on happened to be Jacob Louder and Lana Fox, the dynamic duo behind Go Deeper Press. From the minute Jake and Lana launched GDP, I knew I wanted to write for them. (Did I think I was worthy? Not on your life!)

When you are not writing, what do you do for fun?

Besides writing, I also work a 40 hour a week job (nothing glamorous), so when I do have free-time, I love to hang out with my family, watch Supernatural on TV, listen to music and mess around with graphic design. And, drink. *mixes up martini*

What advice would you give to an aspiring young erotica writer?

1.      Don’t write what’s selling, write what sets your heart, (or your pants), on fire. If your work doesn’t turn you on, it won’t turn your readers on, either.

2.      There’s a fine line between offering advice and sounding like a pretentious twat. Never cross that line.

3.      Most importantly, find a good editor. Listen to that editor. Your editor wants to help you become a better writer. Let them.

Anything else, you want to share with the fans.

The world needs art, now more than ever. Please keep creating!

Oh, wait, one more thing: BUY MY BOOK. PLEASE. OH PLEASE. BUY MY BOOK. I HAVE KIDS IN COLLEGE, FFS.

Thank you for joining us today, Oleander. I wish you much success with this phenomenal book!
Please make sure you follow Oleander and all the boys on Twitter (click on their names) for some real fun.

Locate Horatio at the following locations:

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Jul 17

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 story demonstrates that sexuality can be an integral, as well as, an equal part of the human experience. Laura’s masterful storytelling lays bare the souls of the main characters as they grapple with their past, present, and future lives.

I am pleased to welcome her as my guest today. I hope you enjoy meeting author, Laura Lascarso.

Q: Describe your books and your writing style.

I write primarily young adult and new adult fiction, usually with a romantic twist. I try to capture a sincere intimacy between characters, because I think that’s one of the beautiful things you can do with fiction. You don’t just fall in love with the characters, but you fall in love with the relationships between those characters, the bonds they share, and the obstacles they overcome.

I usually have a theme I’m trying to explore as well. With ANDRE IN FLIGHT, I wanted to capture this idea of a love that spans lifetimes, but also with a bit of a dark side when love and tenderness veer into obsession.

Q. Talk about your process. Where do you write? When do you write? Are you linear or do you write scenes and put them together later? Who are your muses and where do you get your best ideas?

I have a day job, so most of my writing takes place after normal work hours, and in fact, I’m more likely to write after the family business has been finished, from about 9 p.m. to midnight. (I’m not a morning person.) I also try to get away for writer weekends. Dr. J. has been so very generous to provide her lake house for that purpose. 🙂 It allows me to go deeply into the story.

If my story is “working,” then the drafting of it usually goes pretty fast, two or three months. I’m a pantser, who’s learned to become more of a plotter. I have several manuscripts where I had to stop at about page 80 because the plot wasn’t working.

I got lucky with Andre, because that was one of the rare occasions when I knew the entire story before I began writing it. It doesn’t always happen that way. Usually there is a lot of “discovery” along the way (and sometimes a complete rewrite.)

I have a lot of muses—from headlines to poems to my own imaginings. I also look to the classics for inspiration.

Q: What are your favorite story lines to write?

I have so many! I think it’s like when I used to date. My friends would comment on how the partners I chose were all so different—they couldn’t find a pattern or a “type.” And I think my stories are like that. I like to think they all have heart, even while the story lines can be very different.

Q: When did you start writing male-male stories?

Andre was my first M/M romance, and I drafted it in 2015. I didn’t know much about the romance genre then—I wrote primarily YA. But I really like my publisher,Dreamspinner Press, and the readers have been very welcoming and enthusiastic, so I think I’m going to stick with it.

Q: How would your writing experience today, help a younger you?

I’m definitely still discovering new things about craft and story, but I think I’ve learned, overall, that you don’t have to choose any one route to publication, nor do you have to stick with it if it’s not working for you. I’ve been published mainstream and independent, and both have their advantages and disadvantages. I do think the key to being successful is building a readership, which is something I’m working on now, finding my readers and giving them more of what they want.

Q: What new exciting writing projects are on your horizon?

I had an M/M romance come out earlier this year in April, called The Bravest Thing, about a tumultuous affair between streetwise city boy and a hunky cowboy. Early next year, I have another M/M romance coming out, which is a best-friends-to-lovers story—my attempt at being a little more light-hearted and fun. And, I’m currently working on a revision of a near-future, adventure story, but I’m not sure yet where that one might find a home.

Q: When you’re not writing what do you like to do?

Lately I’ve become a real soccer mom. Both my kids play soccer pretty seriously, and it’s something we do as a family. I also like to go to the beach, camping and hiking. My day job is communications for an environmental non-profit, which is a great creative outlet as well.

Q: Anything else you want fans to know?

I’d say that if you like one of my stories, I hope you will try more. I read all my reviews, and I appreciate the time and attention readers spend in writing them. It really helps spread the word for authors when readers recommend books to friends.

Laura’s Social Media links.

Website
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Twitter
Pinterest

Jul 10

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 her here so you could get to know her better and hear about her writing journey.

Introducing the remarkable woman herself, Eliza David.

Welcome, Eliza.

Q: Tell us, who are you?

I’m Eliza David. By day, I’m a clockwatching cubicle dweller. By night, I write the naughty words. When I’m not writing, I’m reading, watching Sex & the City reruns, and/or stirring up trouble on Twitter.

Q: When did you start your romance writing?

I wrote my first novel, The Cougarette (which is PERMAFREE on Kindle US!), during NaNoWriMo in November 2014. In the beginning, I never planned to establish a career as a writer, you know? I just wanted to write the novel to say I wrote it. Almost 3 years and eight novels later…

Q: What are your favorite storylines to write?

I do enjoy an older woman/younger man trope. I also like fandom romance, such as latest novel, The Follow.  I like to write romance with that touch of real-life fantasy: What’s it like to be in your forties and taking a lover almost half your age? What happens when the object of your fandom wants you just as bad as you want them?

Q: What places are you most in touch with your muse?

Most of my motivation to write comes from asking myself questions until I feel a story brewing.  For example, with The Follow, I asked myself: What happens when a celebrity is diagnosed with a sex addiction…right as he’s falling in love? If I can’t answer it, I write it out.

Q: What exciting new thing is happening in your life?

I just released The Follow and I am so happy about it! It combines some of my favorite aspects of life: love, fandom, social media, and – of course – sexy times!  I loved writing the book so much that I had the sequel plotted out before the first book was released!

Q: How would your writing experience today, help a younger you?

I regret the years I didn’t spend writing as a teenager, although I was encouraged by my mother to write back then.  I’m just happy that, as I approach forty, I can crank out these stories and still go for my dreams.  I guess the one thing my writing experience would teach my younger self is to never stop dreaming.

Q: Anything else you want fans to know?

I want my readers to know that they keep me motivated to write the words. I feel blessed every day to have the reader base I have and I will never stop writing.

Thank you, Eliza, for joining us today. I wish you all the success with The Follow and all of your wonderful writing endeavors!

xoxoxo ~Dr. J.~

Lay the links on us.

Book Links:

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Free Excerpt – http://wp.me/p7FjXC-Uh

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Twitter Tag – https://twitter.com/hashtag/TheFollow

Eliza’s Social Media Links:

Website:  http://ElizaDavidWrites.com

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00S3T495M

Twitter: https://twitter.com/elizadwrites

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/elizadwrites

Instagram:  https://instagram.com/writegirlproblems/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/12419007.Eliza_David

Jun 26

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 sensed that I waivered, contemplating what to do. His teeth landed on that tendon on my shoulder, my spot of ecstasy. Adding his tongue and lips to the exploration, I dropped my head back. Rafe’s mouth produced magic here. He nibbled along my neck as he gripped my ass and when he reached my jawline, I caved. The words blurted out.

“I liked Mara’s technique better than yours.”

I worried he’d stop kissing me, but he didn’t. Instead, Rafe pumped his pelvis sending his cock deeper inside of me.

Needing to see him, I lifted my head. He nailed me with the intensity of his raw desire which pressed my buttons. I recognized that look. We were locked in for the final countdown.

“Her tongue was like velvet.” Rafe smiled.

Watching me, he created a rhythm. It caused body memories of Mara’s tongue work to flood me.

“Mara had a light touch. She teased me to come out and play.”

“Mmmmm, yes.”

Forehead to forehead, I smelled his want. My ass dragged across his hairy legs as he clutched my hips pulling me closer with every pelvic thrust.

“Her tongue danced on my clit.”

“And you liked it?”

I hesitated for a brief second. “I loved it.”

“You want more.”

“Yes.”

“I do, too.”

Rafe continued his stroking pace. This master of orgasm construction worked magic.

“Yes, Rafe.”

“Give me more.”

His words surrounded me like a warm towel, comforting and secure.

“She wrapped her lips around my clit as I do your cock.”

Rafe groaned. That was the detail he wanted.

“She sucked hard. She nipped me. Her teeth grazed…” I sunk my nails into Rafe’s shoulder blades.

“She swirled her tongue.”

His moan erupted, along with his orgasm. Fingerprints would reside on each cheek after this powerful grip. And then Rafe let me have it. Hard. With frenzied hammering, he took me with him.

The water splattered on the shower floor.

Our quietening gasps encircled the space. A lavender scent hung in the air. Locked together in a body embrace on the bench, I blew out one long breath.

“You get me, Beth.”

I ran my fingers through his wet hair and kissed his forehead.

“You get me, too.”

“I would like for the three of us to talk…”

“Before we become a ménage.”

Rafe chuckled.

“I want you to have time alone with Mara.”

“You do? Why?”

“I feel it when you think no one is watching. It’s the look you get when you’re around Mara. It’s yearning.”

“Rafe, I think I’ve denied it.”

“That’s why I invited her over.”

“You know what I want better than I do, Rafe.”

“We continue to learn each other’s wants.”

“Yeah.”

“I bet you have ideas swirling around in your mind.”

I tilted my head and gazed into Rafe’s expressive face.

“Yes, discovery ideas. If you have any suggestions, I expect you to share.”

His cock came to life inside me.

“I always will.”

Read the next installment. At the Heart of a Threesome.

Writing for Masturbation Monday. Click for choices in erotic stories.

Jun 19

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 cock. Holy hell, I wanted him. Something about a man pleasuring himself worked me up, and Rafe’s efforts always drew me in.

“’Bout time you got in here, babe. I wanted to share some fun.”

“Interesting use of words.”

I slid in close behind him and ran my hands up his thighs and squeezed his cheeks. I took the hand-held shower head and rinsed the soap off his body. After I had turned off the water, I hung the shower head on its stand.

“‘Fun’ is my favorite.”

“So is ‘share,’ evidently. Have a seat on the bench.” I pushed him backward, and he plopped down.

“That’s cold.”

“Maybe you need some warming distraction.”

I dropped to my knees and sucked his cock deep into my mouth. His hands went to my head, and he lifted off the bench to meet my mouth.

After I had swirled my tongue on his erection, I peeked at Rafe. His head rested on the marble wall, and he appeared gratified.

“What’s going on in that mind of yours, Rafe?”

“Just thinking about you doing me, while Mara does you.”

“What exactly did you have in mind?” I gripped his erection and alternated my mouth with my hand. “Paint me a picture.”

Rafe opened his eyes and looked at me. Sexual intent shot from him.

“You like this bench don’t you, Beth?”

“We haven’t used it much for me to know.”

“Come, sit on my lap.”

“Only if it will be ‘fun’…and you ‘share.’”

“No problem.”

Rafe pulled me up from my knees, and I straddled his lap, a male gearshift between us.

“Stroke me again.”

I took him in hand and found a rhythm. When Rafe moaned, I leaned in and nipped his earlobe.

“You are going to get what you want, so tell me,” I whispered.

He captured my face in his hands and kissed me long and hard. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled us close, the base of his erection rubbed against my clit.

Nose to nose, he skimmed his hands down my neck, across my shoulders and down to my ass. He yanked me harder against his cock, and I gasped.

“Are you going to tell me, Rafe?”

He cupped each cheek, kneading my skin as he inched his fingers closer to my wetness. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and held me still.

“How do you like this position?”

“I feel exposed.”

“Imagine a hot, wet tongue was licking you now while your clit gets a cock massage?”

“You want Mara licking me?”

“You’ll like it so much you’ll jump forward craving my cock. It’ll feel like this.”

Mimicking a licking tongue, Rafe wiggled his fingers back and forth in my wet vulva. He dragged my wetness from front to back. He sucked on my neck.

“You already know how good Mara’s tongue feels. She’ll drive you crazy and then she’ll slip in the butt toy I have for her, my favorite, moving it, in and out.”

His words ignited me. My juices flowed. I was ready.

“Yes, Rafe, that’s what I want, with you.”

“And when that toy is fully in you, I’ll do this.”

Rafe lifted me. His tip nudged my wet opening and hovered there. Staring into my eyes, he dropped me on his cock.

“Yes, Rafe.”

“You like?”

“Uh huh. Move, baby. Let me feel you.”

“Oh, you want some thrusting?”

“Yeah, give it to me.”

“I will, with some incentive. Tell me what went on between you and Mara.”

For Part 3 of the series Sprayed and Pounded.

Writing for Masturbation Monday. Hop on over and see what other stories tickle your fancy.

Jun 12

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 past my pubic tuffs. My fingers slipped to my clit.

“You have the softest pubic hair. It’s like silk. I’ve never been with anyone with straight pubes.”

Something inside me surged. I boldly kissed her. Pure lust escaped in that kiss.

As I circled my wetness, the bed shifted, and I opened my eyes. Rafe crawled over, naked beside me.

“Can I help?”

His sexy, gruff words hit me like a tool aimed at stoking my fire.

“Yes.”

“You were thinking about Mara, huh?”

I pinched my nipples. Rafe leaned in and licked. That’s what she had done.

“Uh huh.” His scraping teeth triggered a detonation in my pelvis. I throbbed, and he knew it. Pushing my hand away, he slid his two fingers inside, and my pelvis rose to meet them.

“Tell me, did she say yes?”

Mara had splayed open my legs and planted a kiss on my vulva. Her soft velvet tongue frenched my folds, wiggling and I quaked. Like now.

“Yes, she said yes.”

Rafe pumped his fingers deep inside me as his thumb executed the perfect pulse on my clit.

“She’ll fuck you while I watch?” He slowed his strokes.

No, don’t stop.

“You know what I want to hear, Beth.”

“She’ll fuck me.” Rafe picked up his pace, but I wanted, no, I needed more.

“How?”

“However you instruct her.”

“With her fingers?”

“Yes.”

“With a toy?”

“Yes.”

“In any hole?”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

“I’d do you any which way to Sunday, Beth. I’m happy that Rafe will share.” She had latched onto my clit and with fiery intent sucked an orgasm out of me.

Rafe intensified his stroking pace and kissed me as my orgasm erupted. His natural taste mingled with her perfumed scent and spoke to me of things to come.

“I’m going to hop in the shower. Join me. We’ll celebrate.”

“You start, I’ll be right there.”

When Rafe left, I gathered the sheet that had absorbed his smell. I placed it next to the pillowcase with her scent. Inhaling their mingled fragrances, I held the essence of two people who wanted me and I smiled.

Want to know what happens next? Read the continuation, From Sheets to Shower. 

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Jun 05

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 whirl. The colors were vibrant, the ingredients intriguing, and when presented all together, they made an artistic statement. I pulled out my phone and snapped the picture. As I thought about the depiction, it conjured up images of all the new writing friends I have made and the lengths we go to be with each other by DM, PM, twitter chats, texts, calls, SKYPES, drives, and flights.

What have those interactions given me?

  1. Spark. Our combined energy is astounding. Sometimes I think writers should have a side comedian gig. Mischa Eliot is the funniest person I know. Follow her on Twitter, and you will see what I mean. We could be a comedy team because we complete each other’s mischievous thoughts.  Are we redheaded twins? Our thinking processes may not be the same, but we pack a punch in getting to the same place at the same time. Then we become elated. Our telephone calls and now SKYPE sessions are an event. Next, we’ll be selling tickets on Ticketmaster.
  2. Knowledge. Writers delve into the how-tos of writing. We approach this from the every angle. Serious, silly, thoughtful, and even well, naughty. We discuss writers, inspiration, book titles, and resources. We share, generously. For example, for author resources on social media, the queen of sharing is Rachel Thompson. Her Wednesday Night 9 pm #bookmarketingchat on Twitterprovides a wealth of information. If I get stuck on how to do something, a writer is there to help. Writers have bigheartedness.
  3. Insights. Writers dissect everything to get insight. We pick each other’s brains, and we go to where the action is to glean that information. After many conversations on social media, Tamara Lushcontacted me to meet her in Jacksonville at a book event. Our only contacts had occurred through social media and when in real life we walked and talked like old friends, sharing the awareness we had gained thus far in our writing adventures. And sure enough, as I write this, Tamara sent me a tweet connecting several authors together to join her on a trip to the British Museum. Doesn’t that sound like fun?
  4. Connoisseurs. Writers inhale the sensuality of food and coffee. I met Leonora Solomonand Rebecca Brooks at fantastic restaurants in New York City. Leave it to local writers to know where to take a tourist for sustenance. Locally, I frequent Amelia Island Coffee to discuss writing business. Coffee and food set the ambiance for the writer’s mood. Sights, sounds, scents, tastes, and feelings enrich the writing environment. We partake together. We feed one another, literally and figuratively.
  5. Community. Writers create community. My newest connection is with Wicked Pens.Our description on Facebook says, “The Wicked Pens are an independent group of romance, erotic romance, and erotica writers dedicated to each other and united in a common cause. We support each other and our group, promoting excellence in writing and working toward individual and collective success.”  Whether we are brainstorming, editing, beta reading, or having fun with each other, we are one-stop shopping for reading enjoyment. Check us out to see our latest news.

Believe me, the life of this author is never dull. I could tell you more, but I must go now; I have a writer date.

 

May 31

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 details up to Joy. I had known he wanted to fuck my wife. Joy wanted him, too.

I was standing beside the island in the kitchen when I saw them re-enter the room. They glowed as they meandered through the crowd and stood across from me at the counter.

“We are all set, John. Richard and I have an agreement.”

“That was fast.”

“We’re clear on what we want.”

“So, when?”

“Now.”

“For real?”

“Uh huh, just follow along.”

Joy leaned over on the counter and stretched her hand out to me. I set my drink down, and I clasped her fingers. Richard’s arm movement caught my eye. When he snuggled against Joy’s back, I knew what he was doing. Her expressions gave it away.

“Tell me,” I said, as I toyed with her fingers.

“His hand is where you like it.”

“Where?”

“Moving up the inside of my thigh, closer to my wet panties.”

“You are already wet?”

“Yes. Does it make you hard knowing what Richard is doing?”

Hard? As Richard touched my favorite part of Joy’s leg, my erection had never been stiffer. What she didn’t know yet was that I was steel because I also visualized him touching me.

“Yes.”

She licked her lips and squeezed my hand.

“Guess where his fingers are now?”

I didn’t have to guess. Joy’s flared nostrils meant Richard had either found her clit and her wet lips or fingered her tight channel. Sucking in the air with those rounded lips was Joy’s signature response when my fingers played with her.

Is it possible for a person to explode from need? I swallowed hard still tasting that last sip of gin.

“We have a room ready.”

Richard straightened up. I watched him taste his fingers, and I clenched my jaw. I savored that flavor well. He nodded at me as he rubbed his bottom lip with his forefinger. Then he used his tongue. That tongue, those lips. And then they smiled at each other. I couldn’t get out of this room fast enough.

Following them up the stairs was agony.  The motion of their two asses teased me. Joy squeezed Richard’s cheek, and he groaned.

I might not make it.

I wanted my fingers kneading his ass. I should just tell them I agreed to this so I could be with him.

After entering the bedroom, Joy pulled Richard’s shirttail from his pants, and I glimpsed the hard lines of his stomach. His abdominal definition made me hot, always. This view was better than watching him at the gym.

“John, unbutton Richard’s shirt while I work his pants off.”

I looked at Richard whose Cheshire cat grin told his happy story. Yes, he was about to discover all the sexy goodness of my wife.

He glanced down and saw my erection.

“So far so good?” Richard asked.

“Yeah, what about you?”

“I’m getting more than I hoped for, mate. That’s for sure.”

Joy had taken care of his shoes and pants while I had removed his shirt. Richard stood there in his tented boxers. Joy moved around Richard and caressed the muscles of his arms. She tilted her head around him and gazed at me and blew me a kiss. What the fuck.

“John, go ahead and pull down Richard’s boxers. Take it slow. All the way.” I threw her a questioning look. “Do it for me, baby, please.”

She taunted me, and if humiliation was the goal, we had arrived.

As I squatted and pushed down Richard’s boxers, one gorgeous cock greeted me. The one I craved and one Joy would appreciate.

Joy wrapped her lavender scented arms around me. Her warm embrace settled me, and she kissed my cheek.

“Baby, today, he’s all yours.”

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