Monday, October 31, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday #17 - Purr (A Puss In Boots Twisted Fairy Tale)



This is my seventeenth Six Sentence Sunday. The six sentences are from Purr, my erotic version of Puss In Boots. This is a short story. I'm working on a novella-sized erotic version of Puss In Boots called Trouble In Thigh High Boots. I expect to finish that story by December.

"What on earth are they doing?" 
"They are harvesting tea leaves for a special crop Derp the ogre wants to deliver to neighboring villages. He specially chose the women himself. They must be virgins with breasts at least the size of a C-cup. Derp insists the women have shapely curves to appease the gods. Their hands must never touch the leaves, only their lips." 


Name: Elizabeth Black
Title: Purr (Based on "Puss In Boots")
Publisher: New Dawning Bookfair
Genre: Twisted Fairy Tale
Size: Short Story
ASIN: B005407APY
Cost: $2.99

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Blurb:

The alluring puss in boots Muca aspired for her master to become the richest and most respected man in the land, but her job was cut out for her. Could she convince the local farmers to trust in her against the vicious ogre who ruled the region?

Friday, October 28, 2011

Happy Halloween! Trick Or Treat Blog Hop



Welcome to my blog! This is my Trick Or Treat Blog Hop post. Comment and get a chance to win your choice of either An Unexpected Guest or The Haunting Of The Sandpiper Inn, two of my spooky novels for Halloween. For more information on these two books, check my links at the top of this page.

It's almost Halloween so that means it's time for  scary stuff! I'm a sucker for a good ghost story. Of all the paranormal creatures, ghosts are my favorite. One of my favorite books of ghost legends is "The Screaming Skulls And Other Ghosts" by Elliott O'Donnell. I also like all the ghost legend books written by Hans Holzer. If you've never read any books by these two gentlemen, I highly recommend them.

My two novels The Haunting Of The Sandpiper Inn and An Unexpected Guest are ghost stories. I based both books on a haunted bed and breakfast on Maryland's Eastern Shore. This B&B dates back to the Revolutionary War, and it sits on a river. I had heard about it several years earlier, and after much planning finally stayed there when I was in town for a theater stage crew convention. The story behind the haunting is as follows: British soldiers came up the river and proceeded to set the small town on fire, destroying most of it. Soldiers threw torches on the porch of this B&B, which was originally a brothel. The proprietress swept the torches off the porch with her broom. She made a deal with the soldiers. She would house them, feed them, and allow them to use her services as long as they didn't burn the place down. They agreed, and this B&B was allowed to stand whilst homes around it burned to the ground.  The haunting involves the ghost of the proprietress wandering the halls in the dead of night, checking on her clientele and the women to make sure everyone was comfortable. There have been other sightings as well. The B&B itself is absolutely beautiful, decorated in Victorian splendor. It includes a lovely bar and discounted dinners every Friday night. The rooms are beautiful, spacious, and very homey in that Victorian style I liked very much.

The first time I stayed it was off-season in mid-winter. I was in a room overlooking the river. What a view! I enjoyed a delicious meal and the company of a man I met in the bar. He came to the B&B several times per month to enjoy dinner when in town on business. No, I did not take him to bed, although he was very handsome. We ate dinner together. That night I slept well until about 3 am when I heard a party going on in the room next to me. There was a lot of noise. I managed to go back to sleep. At about 4:30 am I heard heavy footsteps walking up and down the hallway. I immediately thought of the ghost of the proprietress stalking the halls checking on everyone and went back to sleep. I wondered whys she wore combat boots, since her footsteps were very loud and heavy. I felt very safe, secure, and comfortable. Not the least bit scared.

The next day, when I went down for breakfast, I told the clerk about the party and the footsteps. She told me I couldn't have heard anything because I had been alone in the building all night. Yeeeahhh!!!!! The party! The footsteps! None of it could have happened!!!

Of course, I had to return. J

The second time I stayed I was with my husband. While we slept, someone turned on the overhead light in the middle of the night. I was a very light sleeper and I snapped awake the moment the light turned on. He snored away next to me. I was far too tired to get up and turn off the light, so I went back to sleep. When I woke up shortly before dawn, the light was out. I asked my husband later about the light and he said he had turned it off before going to bed. He didn't get up during the night at all.

So who turned on the light? And who later turned it off?

I heard those footsteps in the hallway again, and felt as safe as I did the first time.  No party this time, though. At least this time there were other guests in the place. I wasn't alone in the building again.

So there you have it. I had my own ghostly experiences. Granted, I think there were perfectly natural explanations for what I heard. The kitchen was downstairs right off my room and noise from clean-up could have carried up the stairs. I could have mistaken those noises for a party. It's also likely my husband simply forgot he didn't turn off the overhead light. But I like to think I had ghostly experiences both times I stayed.

Happy Halloween, everyone! Don't forget to comment. You have a chance to win a paranormal erotic romance novel. And visit Drea Becraft's site to learn what other authors are participating in the Trick Or Treat Blog Hop. Increase your chances to win a prize!



Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday #16 - Don't Call Me Baby


This is my sixteenth Six Sentence Sunday. It's from my new release Don't Call Me Baby. This novel is about a young woman's coming of age and discovering her sexuality in the wild and crazy 1980s in the U. S. Enjoy my six.
A group of people sat on big pillows on the floor in front of a stained glass window. A woman lay on her back while an older man dribbled massage oil on her feet. He rubbed her feet and legs with the oil while another man brushed her long dark hair. The woman lay limp and relaxed in their embrace. As Catherine watched, the older man reached up the woman's miniskirt and obviously found the spot he was looking for because she spread her legs farther apart and arched her back with pleasure. Catherine felt warm and flushed from watching the sexy scene. 
Don't Call Me Baby is on sale now for $7.99 until the end of October! Go to my Don't Call Me Baby page here on my web site (top of page) and my Facebook page for updates. This book is one hell of a sexy ride!

Don't Call Me Baby
By Elizabeth Black
Published by Naughty Nights Press
Contemporary erotic romance
ISBN # 9780987689450
156,698 word novel
Release date September 30, 2011
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Sunlounger and Zara - Lost

Here's another song I heard on Internet radio. Sunlounger and Zara doing "Lost". Also from DJ Nume's "Perception".

Morgan Page - The Longest Road

I heard this on internet radio today and I'm hooked. It's from DJ Nume's "Perception". This is Morgan Page (featuring Lissie) doing "The Longest Road". Sadly, I can't find "Perception" anywhere otherwise I'd buy it.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Special Sale! DON'T CALL ME BABY for $7.99!

Naughty Nights Press is presenting a very special FALL SALE on Don’t Call Me Baby by Elizabeth Black for a limited time only.

Between Wednesday 12th October and Wednesday 26th October 2012, you can purchase the Mega Novel, Don’t Call Me Baby by Elizabeth Black for the amazing price of $7.99!

The Mega Novel Don’t Call Me Baby is the like having five Novella’s in one book and that alone is a Mega saving. Over 300 pages of naughty, kinky reading all in one HUGE book!

Do yourself a favor and don’t miss out on this special offer. Tell your friends, tell your family, tell your work mates because after Wednesday 26th October, it will back to the normal price of $9.99, which again is still a terrific price for this 300+ page mega novel!

To get your own copy of Don’t Call Me Baby, go to Smashwords.com and when you reach the check out, just pop in the code NB44Q to pay only $7.99! Don’t wait, this special fall sale offer ends soon!
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Don’t Call Me Baby is a fast-paced, quick-witted, sexy, Mega Novel about a young woman exploring her sexuality and the cultural morĂ©s she collides with on a daily basis.

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 – married college professors, theatre students, virgins, complete strangers who intrigue her. She has already cost one man his job.

She asks herself lots of questions on her search to enjoy her sexuality. Why don't other women enjoy their sex as much as she does? Why do so many women and men look down on sexually free women, calling them sluts while sexually free men are called studs and Lotharios? She bucks at the double standards! Catherine has made no commitment to any man. She's free to explore and she gladly does so. No man can tie her down and no woman's judgment will stop her from playing the field to her heart's content.

Does she meet her match in a new man who introduces her to sexual bliss she had never before experienced? 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 finer things in life but also cares about her like no man ever has before.

Little did she know that several men, including a father and son, would please her over the upcoming summer weeks, including one man who was her match.



Now for a sneak preview of "Don’t Call Me Baby" by Elizabeth Black

Catherine Stone looked around the amusement park and rides but saw nothing unusual. It was the end of another hot and humid day in Maryland during the summer of 1983. The sun had set behind the trees, casting shadows across the park hiding the car she sat in to some extent. Catherine wished it were a bit darker outside, because she was in constant fear of getting caught, but it was a hot June evening, so that was too much to ask for. Besides, the possibility of getting caught thrilled her, made the encounter all the more exciting for her. Every horn blowing and car pulling in made her hair stand on end. Will this be the cop who pulls us over? Can we get away with me sucking him off here yet again?

She unzipped Brian's trousers, and slipped her hand inside. Reaching into his briefs, her fingers wrapped around his growing cock and it jumped at her touch. Brian is so predictable. All he ever wants is for me to suck his cock. Good thing I demand a good, expensive meal after these trysts, or I'd get nothing out of them. She pulled his cock out of his trousers, feeling the organ spread out in her palm.

“Oh, that feels good. I love it when you stroke me off.”

She stroked his shaft, gripping him harder as her hand reached the base. Every time she squeezed, his cock jumped in her hand. She liked the way it looked and felt in her hand. Purple with arousal and thick with veins, the well-formed head glistened with pre-cum. In her years since starting college she had enjoyed many different types of cocks and Brian's was especially hot because it was so big and he was uncircumcised. She liked the look of hard cocks. When they were hard they were so sensitive. A twist a little too far this way or that way could hurt, yet she knew from what past lovers had told her, the pain felt so good. She liked pulling Brian's cock too far; just to get a painful, yet aroused reaction out of him. Although she felt impatient, she relished the fact that she was a good lay. Her blowjob skills had improved greatly over the months, and she could also make Brian come very quickly with her hand jobs.

As she gently rolled back his foreskin and stroked his growing shaft, she cradled his balls in her other hand. She liked the way his cock grew to nearly twice its size, when all she did was brush her fingers against it. It felt hard yet sinewy, like a garden hose full of water. She enjoyed the effect she had on him, and she relished her power. Sex was a heady power surge, and Catherine could not get enough of it.
Brian's cock was big; longer and thicker than other cocks she had the pleasure of sucking and fucking. Plus, at his age of fifty-eight, he stayed harder for a longer time, and it took him much longer to come than men her own age of twenty-two. Catherine never faked orgasms. She liked sex so much that she had no trouble coming every time she fucked. When she didn't feel like coming, she simply said so. Faking an orgasm was something she never even considered doing.

Tonight was one night, however, that she wished Brian would hurry up, come, and get it over with. She hated their trysts at the park because she got little if anything out of them. She would much rather stay in a nice hotel and spend the evening fucking without feeling any pressure, but that was not to be this evening. She needed to be at Silver Spring College in the morning for her new summer job. So here she sat, sexually unsatisfied and feeling a bit used wondering when she was going to meet a man who could satisfy her insatiable sexual needs.

“Yes, stroke it, Baby. Go slowly.”

“Don't call me 'Baby'.” She hated it when he called her 'baby'. It made her feel like she was his property. “Baby” was also what her father called her mother when he was trying to excuse his extramarital affairs. He'd say, “I'm sorry, Baby,” when all he was sorry for was getting caught, not the actual affairs themselves. Catherine wondered if she saw married men because of the way her father treated her mother. At least with a married man, he couldn't force her to be exclusive. She didn't have to make a commitment to a married man or get too emotionally invested. She was interested in the sex more than the relationship. Whenever Brian called her “Baby”, he reminded her of why she saw married men and that made her feel uncomfortable. She preferred to be called “Honey” which sounded more affectionate. She'd even accept “Hon”, which was a popular term of endearment in her native Baltimore but Brian was from New York. She hated “Baby” because it sounded so crude to her. Her roommate's obnoxious boyfriend called her “Baby” when he was lying to her, so the word left a bad taste in Catherine's mouth.

“Slow down. Don't pump at it like that.”

I'll pump it any way I want. What if a cop drives up? We certainly can't explain ourselves to a Man in Blue. She stroked his cock gently, moving her palm up and down his shaft. His cock jumped in her hand. Rubbing her thumb across his head and then giving him a gentle squeeze, she heard him moan. Jizz leaked out and dribbled on the head, and she spread it with her fingers as if it were lubricant for her moist and hot hand. She curled against his chest, and pressed her ear against his rib cage. His heart thundered in his chest, as it always did when she beat him off. He loved a good hand job, and she really didn't mind turning him on so much, because turning him on made her feel sexy. No other woman turned him on the way she did. Not even his wife. But impatience overtook her mood this evening, and she wanted to do other things, like eat. Her stomach growled. She was famished, and all she could think about was a good steak dinner at their favorite restaurant. After he comes, we'll go out for something to eat. And he's going to come soon; by the way his cock feels right now.

“Suck on it. I love it when you suck on it.”

Of course he loved it. She honed her technique on him, and being that she was alone with him in his Mercedes, she decided to pass the time by practicing a bit more. His wife wouldn't go down on him, so she made sure she was the best suck he ever had. And she was.