Saturday, July 12, 2014



Tonya Foster's brother Corey has offered her the chance to do anything she wants. If she can figure out what that is.

Chris Boyd is temporarily sharing Corey's basement with Tonya. He's trying to make a good impression by keeping himself out of trouble. But Tonya offers an attractive distraction from his boredom.

Chris offers Tonya a distraction from her dilemma. Chris Boyd, a temporary resident, offers distraction from her dilemma. She accepts his company, knowing that his attention is like his presence, temporary.

When Tony finds herself pregnant, Chris offers to support her. She's certain he feels trapped and his mother is certain Tonya's after his money. Chris knows he wants Tony for the rest of his life. Can he convince her that his intentions are serious and sincere?
You can buy Unexpected Romance in a couple places right now. I'll update as the rest become available

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Kissing drabble

I come up from behind. Wrap my arms around you. Nuzzle your shoulder. Sink my teeth into the soft skin at the back of your neck.

You turn in your chair. I wonder how you look so incredibly sexy in your worn sweatshirt.

Your lips are soft. Sweet.

You pull me onto your lap.

I seek the depths of your mouth with my tongue.

Your fingers cradle my head, tilting me sideways and backwards. Controlling.

I arch toward you. My body aching for your touch. All I get your is continuous invasion of my mouth.

If you won't touch me, I'll touch you.

I run my palms down your face, neck, shoulders. Smoothing your shirt over your chest and stomach.

I love this shirt. Worn until it was soft and ragged around the edges. I play with the band at the bottom, working up the courage to slide underneath.

You our mouths apart. You pull my head to your shoulder. My tongue darts out to nip the tender spot at the crux of your neck and shoulder. You tug my hair. A warning.

"With a kiss like that, I thought you'd rip my clothes off and have me on the floor."

You stand, lifting me. "You wish you could be that lucky. A kiss like that is a promise to take my time with you."

I shiver with anticipation.

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i used to clean an office and this one hot guy would come in all the time. and he'd wear those soft, worn sweatshirts. and i had a lot of time to daydream ... i'd probably stalk him if i could find him. but alas he seems to be camera shy. i'll have to stick with stalking Eddie Redmayne.

Monday, May 19, 2014

Justin's jealous ...

“Needed to wash the smell of sex off yourself before I smelled it?”
“I didn't fuck him.” She giggled. “It’s sad actually, don’t tell anyone. He hasn't touched any of the women he’s been seen with.”
“Seriously?”
“He’s been playing you all. Which is amazing given how desperate he came off when we went back to his place.”
Justin stepped toward her and tilted his head.
She stepped back. “You might not want to kiss me. I did suck him off.”
His mouth turned down. “Oh.”
“He was so eager and sad, I couldn't leave him without something. But I told him it was a one time thing. Get over it, anyway. You and Cassie looked like things were going well.”
He scratched the back of his head. “Yeah, it did. It wasn't amazing, but it was solid. She even initiated.”
“So I'm the only one who hasn't had an orgasm tonight. I think I'll go upstairs and take care of that. Or wallow.”
Justin tugged at the spot her towel tucked together. “Or not.”
Doesn't Cassie think you're peeing?”
“She was asleep thirty seconds after her orgasm.”
Vana let the towel drop to the floor. She pressed herself against Justin, who was working on the ties for his robe. Once he had it loosened, he kissed her. He pinched her nipples and she sighed. Someone who knew how to touch her. “You like it rough?” he asked, pinching harder.
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
He slapped her ass. “I think you should be punished for blowing my co-worker. Did you swallow like whore?”
She nodded and looked at the floor, playing the part of the chastised girl. He sat on the sofa and helped her lay over his knee.
“Five for the blow job, five for swallowing. And five on your pussy for liking it.”
She lifted her head. “I didn’t l—”
He slapped her. “Silence, slut. Take your punishment.” The five spanks on her ass, alternating cheeks, weren't bad. When he finished slapping her pussy, she was throbbing with pain and desire.
“Are you going to fuck me?” she said, when he sat her up.
“You don't deserve my dick. Besides, I'm spent from fucking your sister. I made you sore, now I’ll kiss it better.”
She laid back on the sofa, too exhausted to argue. Her entire pelvis turned and she wasn't sure his mouth would bring her any relief.
He put his mouth to her shiny pussy lips, soaked with desire. His tongue was rough and did nothing to soothe. It made her hurt more, until she writhed. “Please, just let me come. I’m going to burn up.”
“Tell me again.”
“I'm your slut, Justin. Yours. All yours.” Unless it would get her another spanking. Damn, she'd blow Nick everyday in the coffee room if it got her this treatment.
He sucked her clit into his mouth. He used his teeth, scraping slowly on the sensitive spot. Her legs tried to close on his head. He sat up and pushed her open. He slapped her exposed cunt. “Don't do that again, or I'll keep you on edge.”
“Until I go to bed,” she taunted. “You can't control me there.”
I'll tie your hands on to your bed. Don't fuck with me. You need to be still while you come in a second. I’m going to bite your clit. Then you can come.”
He sucked on it again and then he bit down hard. White pain shot through her and then, true to his word, she came. Hard. She gripped the sofa trying to keep still, while her head and chest thrashed around.
He held the painful pressure until she stopped convulsing. Now it just hurt and she wanted to rub it to soothe the ache.

He let go and stood up. He tied his robe around himself and threw the towel on her. “Clean yourself up and get some sleep.”

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Dealing with the aftermath (not an erotic fiction post, this non-fiction)

I'm going to get serious for a bit. I've decided to start using this platform more frequently, in addition to writing erotic fiction, I'm going to also post some non-fiction stuff, some of it just about sex in general, and sometimes about darker things like sex after abuse. 

Which is where I'm going today. If you want more sex, try here

Part of my journey with being a survivor is my fantasies. 
I have dark fantasies. Control, abuse, rape, force, inappropriate age differences. Stuff that outside those moments, that are vile. 
I seek out these topics or create them in my head. And after I'm done with them, I feel incredibly guilty. 

I don't write a lot about cunnilingus, because I have a strong aversion to the act. It was forced upon me by an ex. I really didn't know how to say no. 

I love sex. I love writing about sex. I still have some things to work through.

That being said. I do have a spanking scene to write. I have to try to keep the characters in conflict, not just having a lot of sex. 

Thursday, May 08, 2014

Broken Billionaires looking for sexual gratificiation

I read Fifty Shades of Gray, two and a half books. Then my borrowing period ran out and the book was auto-returned and I didn't care enough to get back on the extensive waiting list.

Then a year later, Gideon Cross started showing up in my newsfeed and Pinterest.

Gideon Cross. The name sounds sexy. Doesn't it?

Gideon Cross is the 28 year old hero in Sylvia Day's Crossfire series. (Full disclosure: my grandmother was Sylvia and it's hard for me to disassociate the name). He's another young, broken billionaire who needs the right woman to fix him. His brokenness is only hinted at through the book. He's also slightly dominate, but not full out. Yet. He does force Ana Eva to admit she's submissive at heart.

Ah fuck it. ...  Dear Author has a better review than I can do.

The whole billionaire under 30 thing bothers me. As does the brokenness trope.

But what bugs me most is, I have been writing a similar book for several years. I write some, it doesn't come out right and I ditch it for a few months, and then it starts nagging me. The story Fucking is what inspired it, it's grown in my imagination.

The difference is that the hero in my story is neither broken nor super rich. The characters do work together, he's not quite her boss. But he's definitely dominant and she's submissive. Though in the last iteration of the story, his attempts at pressuring her to submit, came off as abusive. So I had to scrap it. I am just afraid that the market is flooded with BDSM books that are sub-par and I don't want to get cast into the same lot.

I'm hoping there is room for another BDSM book out there. :)

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Justin and Vana

Justin climbed the stairs of his house. His wife, Cassie had gone up twenty minutes ago to nurse the baby back to sleep. Four kids had left them exhausted. Especially with the youngest a few months old and not sleeping longer than three hours. But Cassie seemed affected more. 
They fought weekly about their sex life. Last time they fought, his twenty-year-old sister-in-law, who lived with them, overheard and offered to relieve his frustration. He turned her down at the time. 
Two days later, Cassie let him fuck her. The satisfaction had lasted for several days, but it was a week past, the satisfaction had worn off.
Cassie said she was putting the baby back in the crib, he hoped her words were a subtle hint that he'd get laid again.
She lifted her head when he came in. 
“He’s asleep already?” he hissed.
“Yeah, back in his own crib even.”
He quickly undressed and slipped into bed. He cupped her cheek and she yawned. “Don’t you have to be up early in the morning?”
“That’s what you’re going with?”
“Not all of us get to sleep through the night.”
“Like he doesn't disrupt my sleep?”
“You don’t have to get up four times to nurse and rock him back to bed.”
“You say that as if it’s my fault. As if I want him to wake up, as if I wasn't happy with three.”
“And there it is, the real reason you are mad at me. You didn't want a fourth child. Well, I didn't hear you say no when I brought it up for discussion.”
“I wanted to make you happy. I had no idea that it would kill your sex drive. Before, you were always the one who wanted it more.”
“Again, I’m sorry that taking care of your four children all damn day leaves me so drained I don’t have energy.”
He slid out of bed and pulled his robe on. “I’m going to go watch television,” he said. “Before we say things we don’t really mean. I’m frustrated Cassie, really frustrated and I don’t know what to do.”
“Me neither,” she said, quietly and he slipped out of the room. He glanced at the bathroom but the light was off, which meant, hopefully, Savana was sleeping and hadn't heard the argument.
He stopped by the fridge and cracked a beer open. Then he continued to the living room, where he found Savana, with one knee curled up against her chest and one foot on the floor.
“Shit, I came to watch some television. I thought you’d gone to bed.”
“I couldn't fall asleep, so I came down.”
“You overheard us.”
“It wasn't the reason I was coming down, I was passing through the hallway when I heard. Come sit and watch.”
“Maybe I’ll go to bed.” He didn't move to leave.
She uncurled her leg from her body and he took in her skimpy outfit. Just a sheer, flowing top. He didn't dare try to follow it down to see where it ended or what she wore to cover her
She shook his head “Just sit down. Can I have a drink from your beer?”
He sat and held it out for her. “Why not?”
She tipped it back into her mouth then handed it back. They sat in silence for a few minutes while they watched Jersey Shore on the television.
She looked at him. “Do you want me to listen while you talk about it?”
“No, it’s not even her fault. We have different needs and I don’t know how to fix it.”
She gave his neck a gentle squeeze. “How about a neck massage then? My hands are pretty strong.”
He knew he should say no. He was at his breaking point and letting the sexy young woman under his roof touch him was probably a very bad idea. “Sure,” he said.
He turned and she knelt behind him. Her fingers pressed into his tense muscles and her breath was warm into his hair. He closed his eyes and let her fill his senses. The floral of her perfume. The cool pressure of her hands. Her hair brushing his neck and her breasts pressing against his back.
In his mind, her hand slid around his body and into his robe. Her hand massaging him in a whole new way.
He shook his head as he pulled himself from that fantasy. Her hands still kneaded into his shoulders. It was too late, however, his body reacted to the idea and to her touch and smell.
He squeezed his eyes shut as he took her hand and guided it around his body. He rubbed it over his chest, brushing his nipples, then down to his stomach. He didn't have a six-pack, but he was in damn good shape. He stopped her hand on his lower stomach and pulled away. His pulse wooshed in his ears.
She pulled him back against him and rubbed both hands over his thighs. Then she brushed against his erection. He hissed in a breath. Then he moaned from his throat, when she wrapped her fingers around the hard length and stroked.

“Are you sure?” she whispered into his ear.
Vana felt her heart pounded as she stroked Justin’s cock. Sweet yes. “Are you sure?” she asked.
“Don’t stop,” he said and jumped in her hand.
She used her other hand to stroke the soft skin stretched over his balls and to touch the tender skin behind them.
He needed to be inside her when he came. Since intercourse was out of the question, a taste wouldn't be so bad.
She pulled away and moved around him. “Van, we can’t
“I I know. I wasn't going to, I need to taste you.”
She slipped to the floor behind his legs and pulled at the tie of his robe. For a moment she stared at him, then she took him in hand and making a circle with her mouth she sucked him in.
She raised her eyes in time to see him lean back against the sofa as his moans met her ears.
She bobbed her head up and down him, while her tongue swirled and her mouth created sweet pressure. With one hand she slipped between his legs and caressed his sac, until he groaned. He leaned down, “I can’t make too much noise.”
Vana let her mouth pop, “She’ll think you’re watching porn and jacking off.”
She redoubled her efforts until he grabbed her hair. He held her and thrust into her, while she grinned, trying to maintain suction.
She felt his legs shudder first then he exploded in a salty burst into her mouth. She slipped backward and pushed it down her throat.
When she recovered, she leaned against his knees, inhaling the sexy scent of just cummed male. “I know we can’t go all the way, but maybe you could
He stood before she could finished. “I have an early day, I have to get to bed.”
That was the reason to make sure her needs were met before his were. She sighed and went to the fridge. She pulled out one of his beers and opened it, taking a long pull. She wasn't sure if she should be thrilled or annoyed.

Sunday, October 20, 2013

These eyes ...

I'm being haunted by beautiful eyes. They smile at me and crinkle at the corners. They are warm and sexy. And they make me feel beautiful.

They seem to belong to an angel, my angel.

I am loved. Wholly.

The eyes are set in a beautiful face, attached to a beautiful body.

Sometimes, the daydream extends to the physical act of "making love". Having sex.

Sometimes, just holding on to me. Cuddling. Extending physical comfort makes my heart open, my soul sing and my muscles relax.

I want to write this. To share the story, but it feels too intimate.

It's also unfinished. And ever changing. Flowing.

It's just a fantasy. Writing it makes seem more real.

Also I'm dealing with another bout of depression. My first in more than five years. I want to just wallow and whine and give in to the apathy. I have to fight this compulsion to give in.