Friday, October 2, 2015

Loreena McKennit - Snow

I love this song. Heard it on RadioTunes New Age.

Sunday, August 30, 2015

The Cat As Muse

Elizabeth Black writes in a wide variety of genres including erotica, erotic romance, and dark fiction. She lives on the Massachusetts coast with her husband, son, and three cats. Visit her Facebook page and her Amazon Author Page.

My last few ERWA posts have been quite serious, so I wanted to keep things light this month. Writers often talk about their muses, including writers whose works have inspired them. I've long been inspired by Shirley Jackson, Stephen King, Joe Lansdale, Edgar Allan Poe, Dorothy Parker, and Oscar Wilde. Writers also talk about the support they get from their family and friends. Some have a mentor or two. I'm fortunate enough to have a great deal of support from my husband and my writer friends, especially on Facebook. I know that plenty of writers are shunned by their parents, siblings, and spouses who especially don't take erotic fiction seriously. They want to support the writers in their midst, but they wish they wrote "real" books. I can't count the number of times I've been looked down upon because I erotic fiction and romance. The genres get a lot of grief they don't deserve, especially when it comes to romance. Romance is the most successful genre out there. It deserves more respect.

I consider pets to be an unusual muse. Our pets are part of our families, and they give us unconditional love. We feed them and give then a safe place to live and they repay us by doting on us, curling into our laps, and displaying cute behavior that turns us into puddles of delighted goo. Cats and writers seem to go together like, well, cats and writers. Probably the most famous literary cat lover is Ernest Hemingway, whose polydactyl cats are the stuff of legend. Edgar Allan Poe had trained the family cat to sleep on his wife Virginia's chest to keep her warm since she suffered from tuberculosis. Mark Twain said "Some people scorn a cat and think it not an essential; but the Clemens tribe are not of these."

Joyce Carol Oates described the soothing calm she feels from her cat. "I write so much because my cat sits on my lap. She purrs so I don’t want to get up. She’s so much more calming than my husband." Science fiction writer Philip K. Dick wrote the following of his cat, Willis:  "Willis, my tomcat, strides silently over the pages of that book, being important as he is, with his long golden twitching tail. Make them understand, he says to me, that animals are really that important right now. He says this, and then eats up all the food we had been warming for our baby. Some cats are far too pushy. The next thing he’ll want to do is write SF novels. I hope he does. None of them will sell."

Neil Gaiman, Ray Bradbury, and William S. Burroughs were owned by cats.  T. S. Elliot loved cats so much he wrote poems about them that were turned into an award-winning, long-running musical.  

I have long been a cat lover, and their antics have inspired me so much I've included some of my own in my fiction. Below is a picture of (from top to bottom) Beowulf, Domino, and Scully. Domino is the matriarch. She was the first kitten born to Oreo, whom I will talk about below. Yes, I have a cat named Scully. I used to have a cat named Mulder but she died several years ago from kidney failure. I like to tell people she was abducted by aliens.

My cats have appeared in many of my stories. It's my way of keeping them with me at all times and making them immortal. Beowulf appeared in my short story The Party Crasher, which was published by Scarlet Magazine in the U. K. It was one of my first published stories. One of Beowulf's nicknames was Mr. Fuzzyboy. Sadly, he died suddenly in January, 2015. I still miss him. This is Beowulf, showing off.

Here is the scene in The Party Crasher when Beowulf made his appearance. It's Olivia's birthday, and a man she'd been seeing (Fred) who does not awaken her passions invited a medium to her surprise birthday party. Madame Persephone quickly homes in on Jeremy, a friend of Olivia's Olivia lusts after. The resulting séance becomes quite comical.

The Party Crasher – Excerpt

Madame Persephone laced her thick fingers together and looked around the room. She pointed to three guests, including Fred, and asked them to take a seat at the table. She then asked Olivia to take the seat next to her. That left one seat open.
She sniffed the air again. She held out her hands, and her fingers danced on the air. She turned slowly, and faced the kitchen.
"You, young man," She pointed to Jeremy. "I need you here. I have a strong feeling about you, that you are especially sensitive."
So Jeremy is "especially sensitive" and Olivia is as thick as a rock. That made her feel just wonderful. She doubted anything would happen during this silly séance, but she couldn't tell Fred to make the woman leave. Besides, the silliness could be fun. At least the argument over Sir Paul's divorce had finally subsided. Olivia was afraid she was going to have to break it up, it got so heated.
"Sir –" Madame Persephone pointed to Jeremy. "Please sit next to Olivia." Fred looked put out that he was not seated next to Olivia. He was between two of her coworkers who were unable to stifle their giggling.
Madame Persephone lit the white candles. She picked up the white sage incense, lit it, blew it out, and waved the smoke around the table. She muttered some kind of prayer under her breath.
"We are ready," she said. "Someone please turn out the lights."
One of the guests obliged. Olivia let her eyes adjust to the dim light. Candlelight flickered on the table, walls, and ceiling. Someone snickered in the quiet.
"All of us must be silent. I will try to contact the spirits I sense lurking in this house. Everyone around the table, please hold hands. Don't break contact during the séance. That's very dangerous. You may trap a spirit here who doesn't want to be here. I can't stress that enough." Madame Persephone said. "Is everyone ready?"
Olivia saw heads nod around the table. A ripple flowed up her spine. She was a little excited about this silliness after all. While she didn't believe for a second that Madame Persephone would contact any spirits, deep down she had hoped she would.
"I call to you, oh restless spirits that may occupy this house. Speak to us," Madame Persephone said. She trembled, and lowered her head to her chest. She moaned. It was quite a good show. The woman knew her stuff.
"Meeeeeeeeoooowwwww!!!!!" Madame Persephone's eyes bugged open. "Oh, now, Mr. Fuzzyboy, you behave yourself." She looked at Olivia. "My apologies. That was my spirit guide, Mr. Fuzzyboy, making an ass of himself. He likes to show up at my séances just to get noisy. He demands a lot of attention, and wants to talk through me. He probably wants a treat." Olivia realized that Mr. Fuzzyboy sounded a lot like Fred, who was just as demanding and wanted treats for his performances as well. 
Madame Persephone closed her eyes, and continued speaking. "Mr. Fuzzyboy, now is not the time. We can play later." She giggled. "Yes, I'll get your catnip toy when I get home."
She rocked back and forth in her chair, and hummed in a low voice. Glenda, one of Olivia's coworkers, giggled. Olivia heard someone kick Glenda under the table.
Madame Persephone bolted upright in her chair, and stared at Olivia.
"My dear, there is someone here who wants to speak to you."
Olivia stared back. "Me? Who?"
"It's a man – definitely a man, but he won't tell me his name. He's asking… what, sir?" She jerked in her seat as if offended. "I most certainly will not ask her that, sir, not in mixed company."
What on earth could this be about, Olivia wondered.
"How rude! Seriously, sir, do you take me for a fool?"
"What does he want to ask me?" Olivia asked.
"I can't repeat what he said. It's… crude."
"This sounds like fun," Jeremy said. Olivia pinched his hand.
"Say it anyway. I'm curious." Olivia insisted.
Madame Persephone squirmed in her seat. "He wants to know if he can stick his finger in your bellybutton and tickle you."
Everyone laughed.
Olivia could do nothing but sit there with her mouth hanging open. A flush rose from her chest and warmed her face. She thanked God that in the candlelight, no one could see her blushing.
"You are ticklish in your belly button, Olivia."
"Shut up, Fred." Olivia said. To Madame Persephone, she said: "Please tell him I said ‘no.'"
"That's what I thought you'd say." Madame Persephone was silent for a few seconds. "Sir, if she won't let you stick your finger in her belly button, I seriously doubt she would let you do that."
I don't want to know, though Olivia. Her heart jumped in her chest. She glanced at Jeremy, who fought off laughter by biting his lower lip. Olivia felt mortified.
Who the heck is that woman talking to?

Below is a picture of Lucky, our tuxedo cat. He's about 12 years old now and still acts like a kitten. He's the most personable cat I've ever met. He made a brief appearance in my short story The Wandering Cat.

Below is an excerpt from my short erotic story The Wandering Cat, which was originally published by eXcessica. It's out of print now. Oreo the cat is based on my late cat also named Oreo, who had a penchant for clawing her way out of the house. She loved to wander around Rockport, Massachusetts, where I live. She looked like Sylvester from the Loony Tunes cartoons. The picture is of Oreo with her tongue sticking out, as it often did. I swear that cat's tongue was too big for her head. As you can see, Beowulf made an appearance in this story, too. He got around. So did Lucky, who is also in the story.

The Wandering Cat – Excerpt

"Oreo! It's chow time!"
Cat refilled the cat food bowl and the water bowl. Beowulf and Lucky ran to see their new chow, but Oreo was nowhere to be seen. That was unlike her.
Worried, Cat turned the house upside down. She looked behind the bed, in the closets, and under the couch. No cat. There was only one other place where Oreo could be, and that was sitting on her window bench.
The large Gothic window was open. No cat sat on the plush window bench. Cat took a closer look at the window, and saw that the screen had been clawed. There was a hole in the screen big enough for a cat to climb through.
Great. Oreo got out again.
Cat put on her sandals and walked outside. She saw cat paw prints in the damp earth, and followed them through her back yard. They ended at the fence marking Lance Hendry's back yard.
Her heart raced. Would Oreo give her an excuse to say something to Lance other than "Hello, how's the weather?" She fantasized about his scrumptious body every night. What would his arms feel like as they wrapped around her? She wished she could summon up the courage to say more to him than a few quick words.
Oreo gave her that chance.
She walked into his back yard. Peter Gabriel's music played from somewhere inside, making Cat's heart beat all the faster. Not only was Lance home, he was another Peter Gabriel fan.
She knocked on the back door. Her fingers sounded muffled against the hard wood. How could he hear her over the music? After a minute of knocking on the door, she backed up.
A Gothic window was open on the second floor. She hoped he was up there. She felt like the rebuttal to Rapunzel. The damsel stood below the enchanted window, and wished her man would appear in it.
"Lance? Are you there?"
No answer.
A head with rumpled hair and a broad set of shoulders leaned out of the window. He wasn't wearing a shirt. Cat took a good look at his muscular chest and the black hair that covered it. She didn't know when she would get a gorgeous sight like that again.
"Hi. What's up?"
"Have you seen my cat? Oreo? The little black and white one?"
"The one that always gets out? No, haven't seen her."
"Oh. Thanks." She was too shy to ask him any more questions. Muscle up some courage, girl! Ask him how he's doing. Something. Anything! Talk to him!
"Would you like some help looking for her?"
"I'd love it!" Cat was so excited over getting to spend some time with Lance that her knees knocked. What would she say to him? For once in her life, she was speechless. Would she be able to make enough small talk to keep him interested in her?
"Stay put. I'll be down in a minute."
He came outside wearing a button-down short-sleeved shirt, shorts, and sandals. His shock of black hair looked as if he hadn't combed it in several days. That was the new fashion for young men these days. Cat was ten years Lance's senior, but she didn't care. Maybe today she's win on two counts – they'd find her cat, and she'd gain a lover.
"What's your name again?"
"It's Cat. Short for Catherine."
"Cat is looking for her cat?"
She laughed. "Yes, she sure is."
"How long has Oreo been missing?"
"I don't know. She didn't come when I refilled the food bowl, and she clawed through the screen window again. I'm scared. I hope she's okay."
"I'm sure she is. She gets out often enough. Have you looked around outside yet?"
"I'm just starting now. Want to come with me?" Please say yes! Please say yes!
"I'd love to. I've wanted to get to know you better anyway."
Cat's stomach did The Happy Dance. She felt light-headed and giddy. Lance wants to get to know me better! All thanks to Oreo.

Below is an excerpt from my upcoming family saga/thriller novel Secrets and Lies, which will be published by Eldritch Press in 2016. Kate Stanwood is my main character. Her cat Koala is based on a Snowshoe cat that owned me, also named Koala. Snowshoes are a mix between Siamese and domestic shorthairs. They have white paws called "boots",  hence the name. Koala was so smart he was scary. My husband Bill (at the time we were dating) used to live next door to me. Sometimes Koala would sometimes get himself locked out of the house at night. So, he'd go over to Bill's house. Bill often stayed up late. Koala would meow loudly until Bill came outside, and the cat would then run to my front door and meow to be let in.  Bill would let him in, and all would be well in the world. Koala used to do the exact same thing to me that he is doing to Kate at stupid o'clock in the morning. The picture is of Koala on the left and Oreo on the right. They were inseparable.

Secrets and Lies – Excerpt

Kate snapped awake. She always snapped awake at the slightest sound. She was lying on her back. Koala stared at her from his perch on the headboard, which was designed like a bookcase.  She glared at him. He stared back and mewed. 
I am not getting up just to top off your food bowl, she thought. Koala meowed at her again. He looked at her with that “Get up and feed me now” expression on his cherubic little Snowshoe face. He stood and stretched. He looked at all the books stacked in a pile next to him.  The stack teetered precariously over Kate's head. She knew what was coming. 
She slowly reached for the water bottle behind her on the bookcase. Koala froze, one paw touching the spine of a thick hardback that was already threatening to tip over onto her face. She held the bottle between forefinger and thumb in full view of the cat. He knew what was coming, too. As if that would stop the little furball. 
You knock that book over on my head, cat, and you're Vietnamese food in a few hours. Koala tapped the book. Kate shook the bottle. The cat's eyes widened. He jumped off of the headboard and landed between Kate and Ian, who slept through it all. He always slept through the nighttime follies. The bed could fall through the floor and he'd sleep through it. 
Koala used Ian's shoulders as a springboard and vaulted off of the bed. Ian said "Oof!" and rolled onto his back. The snoring started almost immediately. Kate sighed and pushed him onto his side. His snoring rivaled the foghorn at the end of the Cove. 
She glanced at the clock: 4:51 a.m. She was wide awake. She hated it when she woke up too early, which had always been a bad habit of hers. Thank God she didn't have to go to work, even though it was a Tuesday. She could sleep through late morning once she became tired again. 
She rolled out of bed and walked into the upstairs kitchen. Koala followed her, mewing at her ankles, until she picked up his food bowl, shook it, and placed it back onto the floor. That cat hated eating anything that he knew had another cat's spit on it, so she shook the bowl until fresher contents reached the surface. Satisfied, he ate with gusto. What a pain in the butt, but she'd never give him up for anything.

I don't know what I would do if I didn't have my cats to keep me company and inspire me while I write. They're so important to me they’ve become a part of my fiction. Do you have pets that inspire you to write? Do you cater to your dogs, or are you owned by cats? Do you have unusual animals around you, like Flannery O'Connor and her peacocks? I believe animals make some of the best muses, and they don't ask for anything in return but attention, food, and a place to sleep (often on you). They are the ultimate givers of unconditional love. I wouldn't part with my cats for anything in the world, and I've immortalized them in my fiction.

If you'd like to read my erotic fiction, feel free to visit my Elizabeth Black Amazon Author Page. If you'd like to take a look at my darker stuff, visit my E. A. Black Amazon Author Page.

Friday, August 28, 2015

Cover Reveal - "From Martin To Martina" by J. S. Morbius

Are some secrets simply meant to come out?
Martin, a man in a steady relationship, is hiding a secret from his partner, a secret that could drive them apart if she ever found out.
Is his relationship over when Sally finds out about Martin's fantasy fetish, or is he willing to give in to her conditions to save their relationship? Will he lose himself and his divinely satisfying office activity, or will his every fantasy finally come true?
Find out in this sizzling, sexy tale of self-exploration, masturbation, and possible negotiations in making a good relationship become great!

Chapter One
As soon as the front door closed I was out of my chair and watching from the window as my girlfriend walked down the path, heading for work.
Once I saw her reach the end of the road and get in her friend's car–the same friend always picked her up–I made sure the doors were locked and headed up to the newly converted attic. Originally, I had it modified so I could work in peace away from Sally and her friends, who always seemed to be around the front room, talking about girly things like make-up, lingerie, and which film or television star they would fuck.
Even though I knew that Sally would never cheat on me, and she was only having a laugh with her friends, it wasn't what I wanted to hear, what my girlfriend would do with this star or that star in intimate detail, so when I told her my plans for the attic she agreed it would be a good idea. In only a matter of weeks it had been completed. Once it was done, I moved all my computer equipment up there, kitted it out like a home office, and even put a sofa bed in there in case I worked too late. I was a digital artist and web designer and when an idea gripped me I rarely wanted to leave it, even to sleep.
That was when I found out that I liked to do more than design websites or draw fantasy figures. Being alone had given me all the peace and free time I had wanted, yet, niggling at the back of my mind, I found myself thinking more and more about what Sally and her friends talked about, especially the lingerie. The way they used to describe the different feeling of different materials against their naked bodies, the items and colors of lingerie they would wear, what they wore for what occasion, what each different piece made them feel like; it all used to have me getting aroused more and more often.

Author's Bio

J.S. Morbius is the pseudonym of an engaged father to nine children, four of his own and five stepchildren. He is also partially disabled, having been born with a neurological condition that has caused his nervous system to deteriorate over the years and finds writing to be the way to express his feelings, and fantasies.
Having been writing for less than five years, Star Search, published by Naughty Nights Press in November 2011, was his first release.
His second stand-alone release, Addicted to Charlie, came out in June 2012, quickly followed by Naughty Hot Shots - Reunited at a Reunion, which earned him his first ever bestseller certificate from his publisher, NNP, and then shortly after that his next Transgender release, Naughty Hot Shots - Top Of The Class, which earned him yet another silver star at All Romance Ebooks on the very first day.
J.S. has several stories, both gay male and transgender, currently on the editing table of his publisher that he hopes will be out to his fans shortly. A recent surgery to assist him in his mobility has added to the unfortunate delayed releases, but now that J.S. is on the mend he has jumped back into the wonderfully busy process of working with his editor to cultivate his upcoming works.
J.S. now considers writing to be his main occupation, and continues to write, mainly in gay male, transgender and cross dressing genres.

Where you can find more about me, my life and my work

Twitter: @JSMorbius

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

"Blue Moon House: Investor" by Angelica Dawson

Blue Moon House: Investor 
by Angelica Dawson

Terrance is fascinated with the vampires of Blue Moon House. When a fire leaves them homeless, he seizes the opportunity to put them in his debt and himself into their hearts. They agree to his proposition of a new house in America and set off on a voyage of wonder, danger and pleasure.

Investor is the fifth installment of Angelica Dawson's Blue Moon House series. With each subsequent volume set further into the past, there is no need to read these books in order. Just pick it up, and enjoy!

He shifted so she could lie upon him, his fingers moving gently over her back. He grew hard again, and turned toward her, hoping to feel her around him.
Their kiss was needy, greedy, neither wanting to give the other up. He craved life, craved the vampire who filled him with fire. Lynn pressed herself flat against his chest and Terrance pulled her leg onto his hip, getting closer and positioning himself to enter her at the same time.
She held his cheeks and stared into his eyes, her beautiful amber ones glowing in the faint light. “I love you, Terrance.”
“I know. I love you, too.” He thrust up into her and she didn’t blink, still intent. She closed her eyes as he stroked in a second time, her body succumbing to him. He was lost in the moment as well, a feeling of completeness, oneness. And even though they were one, they seemed…lacking. It made no sense to him. What more could he want?
She looked over his face. “I miss them, too.” That was it, of course. He wanted Nicholas and Sophia as well. As wonderful as taking Lynn for himself was, he wanted the others too.
“Soon,” she whispered, kissing him again. “They have Kate now, but tomorrow, it will be you.”

Angelica Dawson, bestselling Naughty Nights Press author, has been writing for several years and having sex a lot longer than that. Angelica is a wife, mother and environmental consultant. Her love of plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards -- mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires. She can be found on Facebook, Twitter and her blog, where she regularly posts excerpts from published works as well as those in progress.

Find more excerpts on these blogs!
Alpha Loving Erotic Book Beauty
Gemma Parkes: Living and Loving with a Passion
Siren X Star
Pablo Michaels Man Man Romance
Erotic Fantasies - Naomi Shaw
Lynn's Romance Enthusiasm
The Crypt of Morbius
Paranormal Romance Lovers
Obsessed by Books
The Naughty Pages of Phoenix
The Mistress Journals of Gina Kincade
S.J. Maylee
Muffy Wilson

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Cover Reveal And Excerpt - Blue Moon House: Investor @angelicadawson

Blue Moon House: Investor by Angelica Dawson

Terrance is fascinated with the vampires of Blue Moon House. When a fire leaves them homeless, he seizes the opportunity to put them in his debt and himself into their hearts. They agree to his proposition of a new house in America and set off on a voyage of wonder, danger and pleasure.

Investor is the fifth installment of Angelica Dawson's Blue Moon House series. With each subsequent volume set further into the past, there is no need to read these books in order. Just pick it up, and enjoy!

Here is a longer excerpt from Investor:

He’d been coming to the ladies of Blue Moon House long enough that the true proprietor of the House had identified herself. Sophia and Lynn shared more than ebony black hair, they were also much older than they appeared, eternal. Once sure of his discretion, they had asked for payment in a new fashion. All the whores knew Sophia, Lynn and Nicholas were vampires, but Terrance was one of the few clients to share in the secret.

If Lynn had bitten Eliza, the girl was lucky to still be as focused as she was. The vampire bite was accompanied by a rush greater than any tobacco, any opiate. However, the object was to provide him with a show, not feed. If she wanted that, she should have taken Amelia’s place.

“Mmm,” Amelia hummed in response to his increased arousal, the thought of Lynn biting him. He wanted to chide Lynn but didn’t want to interrupt.

Terrance pushed Amelia back and rose, approaching Lynn’s feet on the edge of the bed. He stroked his palms up the back of her legs while she used her mouth on Eliza. He couldn’t see her biting, only licking and sucking. The other girl swayed, her hands searching under Lynn, presumably for her small, round breasts.

Terrance had always preferred the woman with glowing brown eyes, even before he knew what she was. Using his thumbs, he gently pulled open the lips between her thighs. The skin between was pink, but not red like Eliza’s. That was nearly as dark as Lynn’s tongue. Amelia’s hands slid over his hips, stroking him while she pressed against his back.

He’d intended to watch the women, but it wasn’t enough. Amelia was doing a wonderful job, but he didn’t want to sit by. He wanted to be surrounded by women, smothered under them.

Angelica Dawson, best selling Naughty Nights Press author, has been writing for several years and having sex a lot longer than that. Angelica is a wife, mother and environmental consultant. Her love of plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards -- mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires. She can be found on Facebook, Twitter and her blog, where she regularly posts excerpts from published works as well as those in progress.

Monday, August 17, 2015

DON'T CALL ME BABY Free on Amazon Kindle Aug 17, 18, 19


Don't Call Me Baby

It's 1983 in Maryland and Catherine Stone is sex on wheels. She plays the field the way men have done for aeons. Not content to strive for her MRS. degree like so many young women her age, she seduces men of all stripes.

When she tries multiple partners and bondage for the first time as a submissive, she believes she's found the sexual bliss she is looking for – and with a man who not only introduces her to the fineries in life, but also cares about her like no man ever has before.

DON'T CALL ME 'BABY' is a fast-paced, quick-witted, and sexy novel about a young woman exploring her sexuality and the cultural morés she collides with on a daily basis.

Does she meet her match in this new man who introduces her to sexual ecstasy she has never before experienced?


Review by Hitherandthee

Don't Call Me Baby is a fast paced, very adventurous romantic novel that will take readers on a roller coaster ride of scorching romantic fun. The main character, Catherine, is a woman after my own heart. She is young and fiercely independent, and beyond gorgeous. She is not wealthy, but she wants to live the good life and is not afraid to go get it. She is also very sexually liberated, and in the 1980's this was sometimes a good thing, and sometimes a not so good thing. The story is so blisteringly hot and steamy; it's difficult to put down. It took me back to a better time, and a time I enjoyed much more. It is a novel I truly enjoyed reading, and will definitely be reading time and time again. It's not for the faint of heart, but it's also not to be missed.

So many men, so little time. Catherine has a long list of men that she sees on a regular basis, and at the top of the list (for the moment, anyway) is Brian. He's one of her professors at Quincy, and a married man, but that's never been a problem. But he's so demanding! So maybe some time apart will be just the trick. A summer theater camp at another local college for local teens should make him realize that Catherine is not his possession, right? That is, until she gets to the camp and meets the other counselors. Ryan is gorgeous, and the rest? Well, what's a girl on her own to do? Why, enjoy as many as she can! In the meantime, Catherine will come to grips with her mind and her heart, and will figure out what she really wants in life.

About the Author

Elizabeth Black writes erotica, erotic romance, speculative fiction, fantasy, dark fiction and horror. She also enjoys writing retellings of classic fairy tales. Born and bred in Baltimore, she grew up under the influence of Edgar Allan Poe. Her erotic fiction has been published by Xcite Books (U. K.), House Of Erotica (U. K.), Cleis Press, Circlet Press, Ravenous Romance, Scarlet Magazine (U. K.), Naughty Nights Press, and other publishers. Her dark fiction and horror has appeared in Kizuna: Fiction For Japan, Stupefying Stories, Zippered Flesh 2: More Tales Of Body Enhancements Gone Bad, Midnight Movie Creature Feature 2, Teeming Terrors, Voluted Tales, and Mirages: Tales From Authors Of The Macabre (edited by Trent Zelazny).

An accomplished essayist, she was the sex columnist for the pop culture e-zine nuts4chic (U. K.) until it folded in 2008. Her articles about sex, erotica, and relationships have appeared in Good Vibrations Magazine, Alternet, CarnalNation, the Ms. Magazine Blog, Sexis Magazine, On The Issues, Sexy Mama Magazine, and Circlet blog. She also writes sex toys reviews for several sex toys companies. She has appeared as a speaker at numerous conventions including Balticon, Arisia, NoVaCon, SheVaCon, JohnCon, and two Worldcons.


Catherine awakened to feel Duncan putting a blindfold over her face. Frightened, she jerked and raised her hands to her face to remove it.
“Calm down, gorgeous. It's only me. Let's play a game before we get up for the day.”
“What do you have in mind besides making me blind?”
As he brushed kisses against her back and shoulders she relaxed face down on the bed.
“That's better, sleepyhead. How about a morning fuck?”
“I'd love to but you better use lots of lube. I'm sore as hell.”
“Instead of straight fucking, how about a little backdoor play?” His finger drew circles down her spine, across her buttocks, and slid to her anus.
“Mmmmm… I'm game. I'm a backdoor virgin so be easy on me.”
“I'll make it exciting for you. And look what I found in your suitcase. Oh, I'm sorry, you can't see. I blindfolded you. Well, give me your hand and I'll let you guess.”
He took her hand and fastened something tight around her wrist, then hooked it to the bed. When she realized what it was her heart lurched in excitement.
“You found my handcuffs! Oh, yes, restrain me. Take me as your slave.” She wanted to give her entire will over to Duncan, as she had never done before for any man. When Duncan restrained her other wrist to the bed, leaving her arms spread and immobile, the thrill of what they were about to do overcame her, leaving her shivering with anticipation.
“You will be my submissive pet, my dear. And now, here's a little gift I bought you last night while you were in the bedroom with Sam.”
A silicone ball moved its way between her teeth and a leather strap fastened behind her head. So he's gagged me! Gagged and restrained! This is new and exciting. Duncan is my dream come true. I finally met a man who brings out my kink and isn't put off by my fucking around. Accustomed to being in charge and taking the lead, letting go of her aggressiveness felt incredibly freeing. In charge, Duncan took over her morning and she wanted to do whatever he wanted. She also knew he would take good care of her and give her the excitement she waited for.
“We need a safe word but obviously you can't speak, so if you want to stop for any reason, make five loud grunts. Sound good?”
She nodded and gave Duncan five loud and staccato grunts that would act as their safe word.
“That's perfect. I won't do anything you don't want me to do. Now, you relax and let me take care of you.”
When she felt his hand take hold of her ankle, she gasped with a heady mixture of nervousness and sexual arousal. His palm rubbed up her calf, eliciting shivers from her warm skin. Then he took her foot in his hand, pulled her leg taut, and fastened a cuff around her ankle, restraining her to the bed. With only one leg free, she enjoyed the feeling of immobilization, wanting Duncan to take over her sexual pleasure. When he cuffed her other foot to the bed, she lay face down, blind and mute, trapped and pinned for his pleasure, never before having been in such a subservient position—and she liked it! She knew she welcomed any of Duncan's advances, no matter how adventurous he chose to be with her.
The delicate scent of pink lotus reached her nose mere seconds before the warmed oil dribbled on the back of her legs. Duncan's big, meaty hands rubbed the oil into her skin and then he pressed his fingers into her pressure points on her calves and just above her Achilles tendons. His thumbs found her arches and pressed hard and deep, sending jolts of pleasure up her legs to slam into her groin and ass. She wanted to feel his hands all over her body but he took his time with her, not rushing their pleasure. His slow pace turned her on. In Duncan's home, she could relax and lose herself in their sex play. As Duncan worked her awakening muscles, she realized she rushed her fucking far too often, mostly in response to the fear of not being caught by wives, cops, or college administrators. To be taken by a man at his slow, attentive speed felt much more arousing than the fevered groping she was used to.
His hands rubbed the sleep from her thighs, awakening a sexual urge from her that needed release. She craved the touch of his fingers against her pussy, rubbing against her erect clit, or better yet, inserting one or two at a time in her anus. She dug her knees into the mattress, raising her bum slightly in the air. Duncan responded by massaging her ass cheeks so hard that he pushed her body into the bed, making Catherine grunt with exhilaration. She giggled when warm oil dribbled on her ass to run down her crack, and she wiggled her hips as the oil tickled her skin. Duncan's strong hands massaged the oil into her ass cheeks, his fingers approaching her anus but not directly touching it. Stop teasing me! I want to feel your fingers inside me. I want to feel your hard cock ramming in and out of me!
He teased her anus, approaching and driving Catherine into a frenzy of arousal only to pull back and massage her ass cheeks. She gripped the headboard rungs with her hands, wishing she could grip his cock and shove it deep inside. As she arched her back, hinting for him to enter her, he rubbed the entire length of his hand along her crack, pressing over her anus but not entering her. The stimulation drove her mad, made her blood rush through her body to flow into a hot pool around her pussy and ass. When she thought she couldn't take any more of his incessant teasing, he slid one slick finger into her waiting opening.
She rocked back and forth against that finger, feeling it go completely inside her. Then, she felt a second finger join the first. Her heart thumped hard in her chest, taking her breath away she felt so aroused. Her pussy throbbed with pleasure, wanting to be filled and plugged as well. As Duncan stretched her anus, she rocked in time with his movements, enjoying the sensations that grew from deep inside her. So focused was she on her own arousal that she barely heard the sound of the condom wrapper tearing. When Duncan pulled his fingers from her she felt the cavernous opening and knew it needed to be filled.
When Duncan slid his cock inside her he stopped at the end of his head, helping her to adjust to his girth. She held her breath, bracing herself to take in his entire length, when he slid in another inch. She moaned in ecstasy, putting all her weight on her knees so he could take her up the ass the way she wanted to be taken. He slowly moved out of her and then slowly slid back in, an inch deeper. And then another inch, making her see the blood rushing behind her eyelids. She arched her back in response to the enormous, full feeling he gave her, yet he was not finished. The humming was so faint she barely heard it but when she felt the device on her clit—he homed right in on her most sensitive spot without needing a map to find ither body shook with pleasure. Lifting her ass to invite him fully in, he pulled out slightly and then slid completely inside, filling her to the brim and properly plugging her. Immobilized and trussed for his pleasure, she relished her submissive pose and the hot fucking he gave her.
Fuck me hard, slam into my ass! If only she could speak! But the ball gag made her position all the sexier. She motioned with her ass, lifting it up as high as she could to signal to him that she wanted him to bang her good and hard. He pushed himself as deep inside her as he could get as he rubbed the vibrator against her pussy lips and clit. She gripped the restraints with both fists as she rocked back and forth to take the movements of his cock as he thrust in and out of her. No longer an anal virgin, she relished the feel of his massive cock inside her, making her feel aroused as never before. He slammed into her, faster and faster, and with a grunt came hard inside her. Without warning he ramped up the power of the sex toy's vibrations. She stiffened her body until it nearly lifted off the bed and with a loud cry, came hard against his cock and the vibrator that rasped against her swollen clit.
After wave after wave of intense orgasm, she collapsed on the bed, too tired to move. He blew butterfly kisses on her shoulders and back as he released her from her restraints. Her heart slowed from a frenetic gallop to a slow crawl as she languished in her afterglow. Freed from the cuffs, she removed the blindfold and ball gag. Spent, she curled into a ball on her side and cupped her pussy with her hands.
Duncan crawled into the bed beside her and wrapped his arms around her. “I take it you enjoyed your anal deflowering?”
“So you'd like to do that again sometime soon?”
“You are truly incredible. A free spirit. I like that. I'm glad I found you at the resort.”
“Same here. Only one problem.”
“What's that?”
“I don't think I'll be able to walk for at least a day. I'm sore inside and out.”
“You got quite a workout. I know exactly the thing to recharge you. How about a traditional English breakfast, a shower, and then we head to your party?”
“That sounds wonderful and I'm famished.”
“You rest here while I make breakfast for us. It's only eight. We have plenty of time to get ready for the party.”

Monday, August 10, 2015

Lera Lynn - Lately

Heard Lera Lynn - "Lately" during the season finale of the second season of "True Detective".