Six Sentence Sunday - Twenty-three

I just started a new short story, inspired by this picture, which I stumbled on while searching something else.

In it, our tired heroine is driving along a dark, lonely stretch of highway and a car comes up beside her and turns on their interior light.

"From her height in the SUV, she could see into the interior, and saw a man alone at the steering wheel.  She couldn't see his face, but only from his massive chest down to the tops of his jeans clad thighs.  He had no shirt on and she clearly saw the deep ridges of his chiseled abs from her vantage point.  A thick, muscled hand rubbed his stomach before moving lower, to his silver belt buckle.  

           He undid the buckle and pulled open the clasp.  Button undone, she could see his cock 

beneath the heavy denim start to come to life, thickening and spreading the material taut."  

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Guest Blogger - Kastil Eavenshade

Welcome Kastil Eavenshade to my blog today!  She's here to talk a little Red Riding Hood, a little on the future of books, as well as giving us a taste of her newest release, The Wolves of Argonne.

The Wolves of Argonne

Rosabel lives on the edge of the Argonne Forest, a place where werewolves rule and don’t care for humans meddling in their affairs. During the harvest festival, she catches the attention of the alpha, Ulric. Beneath the mask, he makes his intent known with one hungry stare and awakens something dwelling deep within her soul.

She discovers her sexuality and submits to the whims of the virile and powerful shifter. When the arrival of another werewolf challenges Ulric for his prize, Rosabel finds herself between two wanting lovers.

Can Rosabel choose between her dominant suitors, or will the overbearing males learn to share their lady in the crimson cloak?

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Alexandra O'Hurley (AOH):  Looking over the cover and the blurb for The Wolves of Argonne, I'm getting a Little Red Riding Hood vibe. Red cloak, grandmother, the big, bad wolves....or am I totally off base?

Kastil Eavenshade (KE):  Totally Red Riding Hood. It's one of my favorite fairytales to craft a story from.

AOH:  Fairy tales, myths, religion, and legends have been an incredible well for me to use in a lot of my own writing. How much have they impacted your writing?

KE:  A good bit, really. Legends from different cultures can be used in the worlds you create to write from. It's a good way to get creative juices flowing. Being Catholic, I'll poke at my religion every chance I get like I did in Soul Reaver. Nothing's off limits for me and it shouldn't be for any writer. It's too much inspiration hidden there.

AOH:  Agreed. I tend to go there a lot myself. I know you write other genres under your "real" name...what is your favorite to write in?

KE:  Fantasy. I have a world created some time ago fleshed out with different cultures/religions/etc. I have one published story under my real name in it and a few others still in progress-both for my real name and pen name. The great thing about fantasy, even though I use a lot of elements of the real world in it, is some of the mechanics of the real world can be ignored.

AOH:  That's why I lean towards Sci-Fi...aliens, shape-shifters, demons, oh my! What do you see as the next big thing in publishing? And what's on it's way out?

KE:  There's nothing like holding a paperback, especially one with your name on it, in your hands. Unfortunately, I see the publishing industry trending toward electronic forms. The cost involved in printing is constantly going up. I do see PoD (Print on Demand) as a possibility for those who cling to "dead tree" books. They should expect a higher price too. I don't see any genre being phased out either, though I would think the most saturated market has to be mainstream fiction.

AOH:  I'm a dead tree-er apparently. I have a nook, which I love, but I still love holding a book in my hands. So, if the books go, you think we will see more brick and mortar bookstores going the way of Borders?

KE:  Not really. It's like any business. You need to find a niche. The big box bookstores tended to have the latest books out there from the big publishers. I have friends who are with a new small press and they physically went to the small brick and mortar shops to set up sells and signings for their books. I know of two smaller non-chain stores in my area that have stuck around and have been in business in the area longer than the big box stores. I rarely see the NYT sellers there. The grocery stores and big box stores like Target carry those and smaller stores can't compete with the discount level. So long as a store has something unique and the most important thing--customer service-- they'll stick around and drive the business.

AOH:  Here's hoping, especially since I want to see my own paperbacks in bookstores across the nation one day. I'm vain like that! So where do you see your own writing career in the future? Let's say five years down the road.

KE:  To tell the truth, I look at that rack at the grocery store or even where I work and envision one of my books on it someday. Any writer who says differently, is growing an extra long nose. I don't ever expect to sustain my living on writing. It's a big dream and not many people achieve that level. It would be nice to go part-time on my 9 to 5, though. I hope that I've built my 'brand' enough that readers wait (like I do now with my favorite authors) for the next book to come out. That's why I do it. Not for fame and fortune but for the readers. Whether a paperback or ebook, I want people reading!

AOH:  I think we all dream of the time when we can work part time or not at all, that the writing is paying the bills and making us comfortable. I don't need to be rich, just able to do what I love all the time instead of finding the few precious moments in the day. Final (silly) question, and then I will get out of your hair, my Squealers-loving friend. Predictions on whose gonna win the Super Bowl?

KE:  I think the NFC has got this one again this year. They're stronger, IMO, as far as health and tenacity. Eli doesn't have the slurping of his brother Peyton this year to dog him and he's coming into his own. He proved it when the Giants beat the Packers soundly.  I'm going with the Giants making Brady cry like a bitch...again. :D

Thanks for coming and spending some time with us today Kastil!  Read below for an excerpt from The Wolves of Argonne!

Excerpt from The Wolves of Argonne

“Princess, princess. Must I keep my eye on you night and day?”

She pressed against the cave wall as the man grinned at her, his hand on the pilfered torch. The same male from her bedroom encounter. He closed the distance between them. Her palms flattened against the stone to suppress the urge to dance her fingers along his flesh. The same urges welled in her again without the aid of the intoxicating moon.

His body molded to hers, and she shivered as his restrained but hard cock rubbed near her throbbing sex. She wouldn’t allow him to sway her as before. Rosabel needed to control the insatiable need to mate with another werewolf.

“Why are you here?” She raised her chin and met his lusty stare. “Come to have a taste?”

“Perhaps.” He inhaled, a demure smile on his face. “Are you offering?”

“You know who I belong to.” Her mouth opened just enough to run her teeth along her lower lip. “Who knows what he will do if he catches a whiff of your scent on me.”

“Oh, princess, you don’t know what game you’re playing.” He bared his canines, a low rumble emulating from his belly.

“My name’s not princess, werewolf.” She leaned closer to his face, giving him a sniff to see how he liked it. His exotic fragrance almost had her suckling at his neck to have a taste but she resisted—barely.

“What is your name, my prince’s little plaything?”

“You first.” Her tongue teased her lips again, and she felt his cock jerk against her. He hissed, his eyes taking the golden tint of his species. Her lips curved into a smile as she ground against his crotch. “After all, you’ve already tasted what I have to offer.”

“Conall.” He brushed a kiss on her ear, and she fisted his shirt, unable contain her desire. Her cloak came free beneath his dexterous work, and one by one, her blouse buttons loosened.

“If he smells you on me....” She squealed as his fingers pinched a nipple.

“He won’t.”

His lips seared her skin. She gasped, her hands seeking his growing bulge. “Your arrogance will be your downfall, Conall.” Her desire peaked but she wanted to dominate the proud male before her. To touch and taste his skin. To hear him murmur her name over and over.

“Call me Rosabel.” Her tongue flicked out across his nipple.

He drew back, his eyes heady with desire. “You have no power over me, woman.”

Rosabel revealed nothing beyond her wicked grin and searching hands. With a yank, his cock spilled free of his pants. She chuckled as she sank to her knees. “I’m going to enjoy proving you wrong.”

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Six Sentence Sunday - Twenty-two

Staying with the next installment of the Berserker Mate's Series.  In this scene, Joran has his first moment alone with Kara.

            "But you never answered my question.”

            “For what reason would I want to get away from you?”  The question sounded as idiotic to her own ears as it probably did to his.  Her fingers itched to grasp the front of his shirt, to pull him close enough for a taste.  The magnetic need was overwhelming.  Gathering her hands into fists, she felt the searing pain of her own nails piercing her palms.  

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Wanna copy of Burlesque Trio?

There is something I put into almost every single one of my novels.  It started with my first novel.  It is not in Burlesque Trio.  Those are my only hints.

And yes, we as authors put OURSELVES into each and every novel we write, so no, that isn't the answer.


If you are the first one to tell me what it is, I will give you a PDF copy of Burlesque Trio.  Comment below if you dare...muahahahaha.

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, ghosts]

“VaVa Violet” DiCosta was the hottest burlesque dancer in all of 1942 LA until a stalker’s bullet ended her short life. Stuck in limbo, she watches time pass through the eyes of the club she died in.

Nearly seventy years later, best friends Parker Thomas and Ciprian Svetski fall in love with the style of the old building and decide to return it to its former glory and reopen the old burlesque. But they know business, not talent, and the show doesn’t own up to its history.

Violet’s given a second chance in someone else’s body. She shows the men a thing or two about burlesque, as well as how to sell seduction. And she decides to seduce them while she’s at it, but never imagined she’d lose her heart to them.

Or that her killer wouldn’t be happy about her return.

A Siren Erotic Romance

You can find an excerpt HERE .

Guest Blogger - Avril Ashton

I have been much too lazy as of late here on my blog, so I am starting my guest blogging series back up.  Figured I'd start it off with a bang.  A bang named Avril Ashton, that is.  Avril is a multi-published best-selling author of Paranormal and IR/AA erotic romances.  She's also a fellow author with me at Evernight, as well as my fellow moderator in the FB Evernight Reader's Chat Room. (You can join us HERE.)


Her latest title, In Wicked Chains, came out in December from eXtasy Books.  You can find it HERE.


Look below for a blurb and an excerpt from the story.  Now on to the grilling!

Alexandra O'Hurley: Okay, was going to introduce you as a multi-published, best selling author of Paranormal and IR/AA stories and my fellow mod over on the Evernight Reader's Page.

Avril Ashton: LOL you was? Changed your mind?

AOH: Maybe I will, smartass.

AA: lol

AOH: I headed over to your blog and read through some of the excerpts for In Wicked Chains and, well, let's just say that it was some mighty hot stuff. So, let's start out with the one million dollar question that every erotic romance author gets (and then rolls their eyes about)...where do you find your inspiration?

AA: And the answer would be I hear voices in my head. They are quite raunchy

AOH: So you are crazy too?

AA: Music inspires me but yep, I'm all crazy

AOH: Favorite music to listen to when you write?

AA: Music depends on scene and characters. I'm listening to Mary J. Blige's Mr Wrong at the moment cause it inspired a new wip. The music video to that really works with the story in my head so that's how I'm going. Next up would some slow jam, anything that gets the juices flowing hip hop and rock is always on.

AOH: Music always helps me get into the groove, too, and helps push out the real world around me. So if you had to classify what you write, what would you call it?

AA: Porn with better dialog...lmao!! erotic romance. Cause the love scenes are defintely erotic, but it's all about the romance.

AOH: Of course, the conversation we had recently in the author's loop about smut/porn versus erotic romance has been a hot button topic. Why do you think some have such an aversion to the smut/porn concept?

AA: I think people like to pretend sex doesn't exist. That it isn't as messy as we write it. There are those that are easily offended by the slightest thing and others who just bitch to bitch.

AOH: Really? Bitch to bitch? Naaahhh, you don't say. But let's get back to your most recent piece of porn with better dialogue - In Wicked Chains. Can you tell us a little about the story?

AA: lol In Wicked Chains is bk#3 in my Wicked series with eXtasy books. It's Kingston and Elina's story, they were intrduced in bk#1 and waited patiently while I wrote and rewrote the damn book a million times.

Kingston is a womanizer, hiding a painful past and Elina has a crush on him that she's tired of ignoring. She also comes with massive baggage and this is the story of them finally attempting to share the load of the weight on both their shoulders.

Plus dirty sex.


AOH: All Romance has the heat rating at three flames, but what I read on your blog just about melted the page!

AA: lol yeah. Dunno how AllRomance does the choosing for their flames.

AOH: What are the first two titles in the series?

AA: Book #1 is A Wicked Ride, Niko and Sasha's story. Sasha is Kingston's sister.
Book #2 is One Wicked Night, Justice and Myka's story. Justice is one of Niko's best friends

AOH: So what's next up on your agenda? Have a current WIP?

AA: I have three current wips. All of them are kicking my ass. Make Me Burn is Jayce and Wes' story, from Make Me Sweat with Evernight. The other is Wicked is His Touch, Wicked bk#4 and the new wip I began two days ago is titled Go Hard. It's dirty...for no reason

AOH: I wouldn't expect any less than dirty from Ms Ashton. Nice to know you are busy working. So lastly, why should a reader pick up one of your books? You know, besides the dirty sex part...lol.


AA: Despite the dirty sex...or in spite of it, there's a real story with real characters I've dropped in impossible situations who have to work hard for their HEA. And hold on to it. There's always a heroine ready to drop kick someone and a hero worty of droolage

AOH: Sounds delicious. Thanks for giving me some of your valuable writing time today, I appreciate it.

AA: Thanks Alex! My first FB chat interview. I'm moving up, I tell ya!


Avril will be giving one lucky commenter a copy of her eXtasy title, In Wicked Chains.  Read more below!

 
Blurb

Two lovers will have to decide whether to break free from their pasts or remain forever bound In Wicked Chains.

Everyone has secrets. Some people simply bury theirs deeper. Kingston Hughes is one of those. Painful childhood memories plague him, sending him spinning out of control and running from any kind of commitment. He pretends not to feel the pain and loneliness while indulging in sexual encounters with nameless, faceless women.

With the twist of a doorknob, his carefully cultivated façade is shaken by the woman he’d forbidden himself to need.

The daughter of a recently slain mobster, Elina Vicente has secrets, too. They weigh her down, stealing her strength and her dreams. She’s developed an unhealthy crush on Kingston though he’s never looked at her as anything but his sister’s quiet friend. When she walks in on him in a compromising embrace, Elina seizes the chance to move Kingston from her dreams and into her arms.

For only the second time in her life, Elina takes something just for her, but try as she and Kingston might, they can’t prevent their pasts from intruding. Shadows of pain and bitterness rise with a vengeance and the lovers will have to decide whether to break free or remain bound…In Wicked Chains.

Excerpt

“Why her?”

He stopped short at the soft question. Kingston spun around, wrinkling his brow in confusion. “What?”

Elina shifted. Tilting her chin upward, she met his gaze squarely. “The woman I saw you with. Why her? What’s so special about her?”

Of all the things he expected, that wasn’t it. He shook his head. “I don’t get it. What are you asking me, Elina?”

“Did I stutter?” Her voice rose sharply. “Why her and not me? Why?”

He burst out laughing. The surprises kept coming, didn’t they? Elina glowered at him before turning and stomping away.

Taking two strides after her, Kingston grabbed her by the shoulder and forced her to look at him. “What the hell are you asking me, Elina? Why I’m not fucking you?”

Color appeared in bright spots of red on her face and neck. She couldn’t possibly mean it like that. She couldn’t—

“Yes.” She shrugged away his touch. “I’ve been here, waiting for you to see me as someone other than your sister’s best friend.”

“No.” One word, but his voice still trembled. Kingston spun away before she saw the reaction her words had on him, on his body. “You’re not—I’m not the person for you.”

“You are, King. It’s always been you. You’re the one I want.”

Those fucking soft words. “Don’t say it. I won’t…it can’t happen.”

“Why not?”

He faced her again. “I choose those women because I can walk away after the fucking is over. No one’s looking for anything other than skin on skin contact and no one’s fazed when I move on to the next. You’re different.” So different.

“But I want it.”

She stepped closer, laying a gentle hand on his chest. Too close to his thumping heart for his liking, but Kingston couldn’t move away from her touch even if his life depended on it.    

His deepest fantasies where coming true in front of his eyes, yet Kingston couldn’t allow it. He’d wanted her for so long. From the moment she fainted at his feet inside his club, he’d needed to touch her. And now that she offered herself, he had to say no.

“Not going to happen, Elina.” He removed her hand from where it lay on his chest. “Don’t bring this up again.” He shifted away, but her fingers dug into his upper arm.

“Test me. Test me and if I don’t pass, we can forget it.” Elina stepped back and clasped her hands in front of her. Voice strong, gaze steady on him, she said, “I was made for this. For you. Only you can make me feel like this. Whatever you require, I accept.”

Links for Avril:

Website: http://avrilashton.webs.com 
Blog: http://avril-ashton.blogspot.com 
Facebook: http://facebook.com/writeravrilashton   
@AvrilAsh on Twitter 
Amazon link: http://amzn.to/s6Kmw6  
ARe Link: http://bit.ly/smcF94 

Six Sentence Sunday - Twenty-one

Staying on with my latest WIP, the next Berserker's Mate story.  In it, Jakob has returned to the brother's mansion with a woman in tow, much to Joran's surprise.

            Jakob reached up to her cheek, wiping wetness from her face.  Kara reached up to touch her skin, feeling the tears that had been cascading as she watched Joran, unaware that the emotional tug of the man was causing her to react in such a visceral way.

            Returning her eyes to Joran’s, she continued to wipe the tears away.  The loneliness was gone from his gaze, dark anger replacing it.  She looked away, unable to handle the wave of rage that swelled through her from his direction.  Her response had angered him for some reason, a response she hadn’t even been aware she was having.  

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Six Sentence Sunday - Twenty

Started working on the new Berserker's Mate story.  In it, Odin and Freyja have a few tense moments where their lust for one another gets the better of them.

            “Just because every trollop in Valhalla wants to spread her legs for you does not mean I choose to do so.”

                Odin pulled her under her arm, lifting her from her seat and spinning her around into his embrace.  His lips found hers and his marauding kiss made her knees weaken and her thighs tremble.  Grasping ahold of his furred tunic to hold herself aloft, she returned the kiss, her tongue seeking the heat of his mouth.  The calm he had created in her with his caresses turned into taut need and desire spiraled in her gut.  

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Amazon Time! Burlesque Trio is Available for Kindle-Lovers!

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[Menage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Menage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, ghosts]

“VaVa Violet” DiCosta was the hottest burlesque dancer in all of 1942 LA until a stalker's bullet ended her short life. Stuck in limbo, she watches time pass through the eyes of the club she died in. Nearly seventy years later, best friends Parker Thomas and Ciprian Svetski fall in love with the style of the old building and decide to return it to its former glory and reopen the old burlesque. But they know business, not talent, and the show doesn't own up to its history. Violet's given a second chance in someone else's body. She shows the men a thing or two about burlesque, as well as how to sell seduction. And she decides to seduce them while she's at it, but never imagined she'd lose her heart to them. Or that her killer wouldn't be happy about her return.

** A Siren Erotic Romance

Story Excerpt

Violet sat back down in the spot Parker had just vacated, the residual body heat warming her incorporeal form. She could scent the cologne the man wore as it mixed with the slightly muskier scent that Ciprian had on. Shivers slid through her as she cast a glance at the man himself. He had to be the sexiest thing she had ever laid eyes on, and the throwdown he had just given to the redheaded bitch made him all the more sexy, but then again, Parker gave him a run for his money, that’s for sure.

Not like she could do anything about it anyway. She could watch, listen, smell, but could not touch nor taste. Violet hadn’t realized how imperative those two senses were. Especially when it came to hot, juicy men. Particularly these two hot, juicy men, as a matter of fact.

When the two had busted into her club about eight months before, she had been pissed off. She’d had to endure watching her friends in the burlesque’s slow demise before the space had been turned into a sixties hippie commune, with tons of reefer, ’shrooms, body odor, and bad poetry. Then she had to be a silent sentry as disco had evolved, and she had to admit the music wasn’t horrible, but oh, the clothes and hair had been.

Once disco found its ultimate death, the club had languished for a bit with no real direction before eventually becoming a punk bar, then a goth club, a metal club, and then in the late nineties, it was just straight-up hip-hop, pop, and club music. The whirlwind of music, lights, noise, and sex over the years had been a drain on her psyche. So much fun being had around her, and she couldn’t participate. Then add in the drug abuse these poor walls had seen, as well as the couple of ODs she had stood witness to.

She wasn’t the only ghost in these walls.

The last OD had closed the place down for good. Or so she had thought. After five years of the peace and tranquility she had wanted, Ciprian Svetski and Parker Thomas had walked in the front door and nearly gutted the place. Violet had done her best to piss off the contractor and his workers, making noises and pushing items, but had utterly failed. It took so much energy to manifest things in the real world, and she hadn’t done a great job of figuring out how to gain power from the living around her to pull it off.

As she watched the workers tear everything down to the bare walls, she had screamed silent shrieks. The only place she had called home for the last seventy years was being demolished. And then she had been surprised to see what was rebuilt inside. It looked hauntingly like the burlesque club she had loved and had loved her back. Of course, it wasn’t perfect—they had taken a little creative license on the spots they weren’t sure about, or areas that just needed an upgrade—but it was so close. Close enough that it had nearly brought a tear to her eye.

Well, that is if she could actually manifest tears.

Ciprian and Parker had done a really great thing with the club. She was grateful to them for recreating her home away from home. Following the men around the club, she had also realized they were intelligent and savvy businessmen. Not to mention the fact they were. And, oh, eye candy. Those two were the cat’s meow.

Adult Excerpt

Violet could have screamed at the loss of Parker’s hot mouth from her pussy, having been stopped twice already from pleasure throughout the night. But when Ciprian gathered her in his arms and began the ascent up the stairs to his bedroom, she could have sighed from his over-the-top masculine behavior.

Laying her out like a feast on his bed, Ciprian settled between her splayed legs, leaning in to feast on her swollen pussy. A few well-placed swipes along her folds, and she was in heaven again. Parker materialized, nude, at her side and began to kiss her, with more softness and passion than the bruising strokes Ciprian had made. She wasn’t complaining. Violet liked the difference in styles they both had. She had the best of both worlds in bed with her.

Ciprian inserted a long, thick finger into her pussy as he licked a hot trail along her slit, and pumped his finger within her, emulating the dance she hoped she would finally have tonight. Her body twisted, the need and desire swirling within her, tensing her muscles as it demanded more from them. Violet snaked a hand to the back of Parker’s head and pulled him to her breast, silently begging him for his touch.

As Ciprian sucked her clit between her teeth and pulled tightly, he added a second finger, heightening her pleasure. The elusive crest began to present itself, and she knew her orgasm was moments away. Their combined touches, coupled with the intense need she felt, threw her over the edge, and she cried out when her orgasm hit her.

Still reeling from one orgasm, the second built behind it quickly, and as Ciprian pressed a finger slowly into her ass, she exploded, the blood rushing through her ears deafening her. Sucking in air, she could barely breathe as she felt jostled around, ending up on Parker’s lap. His thick cock nestled inside the folds of her pussy, his hips undulating under her. Ciprian threw Parker a small packet, and she arched above him, tweaking her own nipples as she watched the rubber roll down and sheath his dick.

As soon as he was covered, she rose on her knees while Parker guided the bulbous head to her opening. Sitting down on a sigh, she moaned as she slid down his cock, the stretching pull of his shaft a delightful burn within her channel. His strong hands grasped her hips as she slowly took his full length, and he began to move below her. Parker’s thrusts rubbed her just the right way, the heat from his cock creating the wonderful friction she needed.

Violet suddenly realized Ciprian was not touching her, and she turned to find him. Stroking his hard cock in an enormous hand, he watched as she fucked Parker, a thin bead of cum trailing from the tip. His whole body was coiled power, the heavy veins along his muscles tight and protruding as he held himself back, getting pleasure from being the voyeur.

His eyes glowed by the light of the many candles lit inside the room, the flickering light casting shadows along the walls. Violet’s need grew as she locked his gaze with her own, the need to perform for him in a new way overpowering her. Lifting from Parker’s lap, she reversed, moving so she still straddled his hips, but could face Ciprian at the back of the room.

Violet raised her hands to her breasts, squeezing the weights, and then brought the nipples close to her mouth. Her tongue peeked out and swiped the hardened points as Parker picked up his rhythm, pounding into her cunt in a punishing beat. At that point, apparently Ciprian had had enough of being the observer and was ready to join them, sliding on a condom of his own before moving to the foot of the bed and closing the space between their bodies, his thick cock still in hand.

Ciprian captured her lips in a punishing kiss, as if he were disciplining her for taunting him with her little act. She welcomed it, and more. Lifting her from Parker, Ciprian twisted her back in place, facing forward again. Parker quickly pressed back inside her as she felt the sting of Ciprian’s cock pressing into her ass.

Violet felt her eyes roll back in her head at the intense blister of pain behind her as Ciprian stormed forward, passing the thick band of nerves with the thick head of his cock. Parker had stilled his motions, allowing her to relax into the tingling pleasure-pain Ciprian was driving within her. Tears stung the backs of her eyes, his rough handling pushing her to the limits of her lust, but she accepted the new line he drew in the sand, loving the painful bite of his lovemaking.

Ciprian truly was the hardness she needed to rage against, Parker the comfort she sought to equalize the equation. She looked down into Parker’s face, and he seemed to sense her struggle, lifting a hand to her cheek and comforting her. Turning in to his palm, she pressed a soft kiss into the rough, work-hewn flesh. He began to move within her again, surging inside as Ciprian pulled back.

Searching for a Plug?

If you look at the far right bottom, there is a listing of where my guests are coming from around the world.  There is no name, so it is completely anonymous, but it is interesting to see the amazing list of countries that have been attracted to my blog.

I can also click another spot and see, in some cases, the search terms used to bring the person here.  Again, it is completely anonymous, so no one need worry that I know what you are searching for.

Unsurprising ones like, "sexy", "sexy men", "sexy men in the shower", "sexy black men", and the like didn't really surprise me all that much.  Sexy Man Monday is a draw to the blog, I know it, and lurve sexy men.

But then I saw quite a few I didn't exactly expect.

"Penis plug" seems to be the #1 reason most people come to my page.  Well, yes, I did post the "A Girl's Guide to Sex Toys" series, and so it isn't completely surprising, BUT the fact that it brings just as many people to my page as "sexy men" does IS Surprising.

And then, there are the weird ones.  "Anal in the Stirrups." "Dom girls rene" "Snake insertion."  Seriously??  WTH? OMMFG!  Really?  I didn't even know that was a thing.  Suppose it really isn't all that far off from the good old tried and true hamster insertion *rolling eyes*.  Come on, folks, PETA is going to start coming after you if you trap these wild animals in your rectum.  *shivers*

This app has become my new mini-obsession.  I feel the need to check it every morning to see where all of you are coming from, and to see what weird things you make be bringing me.  Thanks for the entertainment!

Six Sentence Sunday - Nineteen

 Second week of edits to my first novel.  Thought I would share a piece of one of the hotter scenes.  Hope all are having a wonderful New Year's Day.

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Wanting to feel his heat and his hardness, she slipped her hand under the waistband of his pants.  She searched for the hard cock she had spied tenting his pants, proving his lust for her.

He was lost in his desire for her touch and he eased his pants down, giving her better access to his aching flesh.  She grasped his engorged cock in her fingers, not able to completely encircle its width with one hand, caressing the hard muscle covered in silky skin.  Starting at the base, nesting her fingers in the soft curling hairs found there, she pulled tightly along the excessive length to the bulbous dark purple tip.  

Both were lost in the whirlwind of desire, him pumping the phallus into her wet pussy, his tongue mimicking the movements inside her mouth, all while she pulled his pleasure from his cock. 

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