Monday, April 29, 2013

Tuesday Tales - The Queen Of Sulk

Welcome to my latest Tuesday's Tales! The word prompt this week is "yellow". Bet you never would have guessed. LOL. To read the rest of the stories by some fine authors, go to the Tuesday's Tales Web Site.


The Queen Of Sulk
By Elizabeth Black

I hate the color yellow because it's so damned sunny and cheerful. That's what it looks like outside - so fucking happy I just want to crawl under my blankets and die. I'd rather sulk and pout than admit the world can be a comforting place. Here I am, sick and miserable with a head cold, and I won't even log into Facebook because all the political griping is driving me nuts. The TV is full of bombings, fires, ambulance-chaser commercials, and cats. I can't stand it.

While I'm making my third cup of chamomile tea, there's a knock at the door. It's the usual three loud raps and two quiet ones - Eric's signal he's arrived to brighten my day.

I could kill him, but instead I answered the door.

"My sweetie!" He cried in that irritating, sing-songy voice he used when he's trying to cheer me up, and I walked away, heading back to my kitchen. "How's my little baby girl doing with her little head cold?"

"Shut up."

"I see you're just as happy as ever!" He plopped a paper bag down on my kitchen counter. "I brought provisions. I know you need them since you haven't left the house yet this morning." He rifled through the bag. "Here you go - Nyquil, Dayquil, matzo ball soup, some kind of antihistamine, and a surprise!"

'Thank you," I mumble, picking up the Nyquil. "I'll take about six of these and wake up next week."

"Nonsense!" He grabbed the Nyquil from my hands before I could protest. When I opened my mouth to complain, he held up one finger. "Uh uh uh! You're getting out of the house today. Take this instead." He held up two Dayquil tablets. I felt so miserable I didn't notice he had torn open the box to retrieve them. He filled a glass with water and forced me to take my medicine. "Drink up! Trust me, you'll feel better in no time. It's just a head cold. It's not like you're dying from pneumonia."

"Don't be so sure of yourself. I feel miserable." I popped the pills and swallowed them with the water.

"That's why you need your surprise." He reached into that paper bag and pulled out a bottle. "Your favorite!"

I couldn't believe what I saw. A bottle of Strega stared at me, daring me to drink it. I love Strega. It's an Italian liqueur whose name means "witch", which was appropriate since I was the one drinking it. I felt like I could leap on a broom any second and curse the day until sundown, but Eric, in his infinite and irritating wisdom, would not allow me to do.

I smiled. I couldn't help it.

"See? I knew it would make you feel better." Eric opened the bottle and poured a small amount into the same glass. "Here, drink this. It'll take the edge off your cold."

I wasn't about to argue with him because he was right. The liqueur was as bright as the sun; a neon yellow caused by the presence of saffron. I liked herbal liqueurs and Strega was one of the best in my opinion. The liquid heated my throat as it burned its way to my stomach. It was strong. I knew I'd feel no pain in no time.

"Now, you get a shower."


"Yes. You're not cooping yourself up in this sardine box all day. Here, let me open the windows. It's stuffy in here. No wonder you're sick."


"Yes!" Before I could protest, he opened the living room windows. "Ah, fresh air. Doesn't that feel better?"

I wasn't about to admit he was right.

"You aren't speaking, so I know I'm right. Now let's get you cleaned up, dressed, and out the door. And no complaining!"

He sat on the toilet while I took a quick, hot shower. The steam cleared my sinuses. Suddenly, I could breathe! I inhaled deeply, enjoying the rush of air into my lungs. I really should listen to Eric and do what he says more often. He's usually right.

By the time I was dressed and my short hair had air-dried within minutes, the Dayquil had already taken effect. He handed me another small glass of Strega. Everything was so yellow and cheerful. The Strega. My yellow t-shirt with sunflowers all over it Eric had chosen. Too bad the Dayquil wasn't yellow. It was orange, which has yellow in it so I guess that counted.

"We're going for a ride to cheer you up. It's 80 degrees and beautiful outside. You're not staying indoors. A head cold isn't that bad. I have another surprise for you."

"What is it?"

"If I tell you it won't be a surprise."

I followed him to his VW Bug - there was that color yellow again - and I stretched in the bucket seat. The shower really did help, and I was beginning to feel better already. Tired and a bit achy with a scorching case of post-nasal drip, but better. I looked around as we drove the back roads by the beaches. Forsythia bloomed yellow in the afternoon breeze. The bright golden sun beamed in the sky. Sunlight refracted in amber shards against the waves. Everything was so bright I slipped on my sunglasses. Even the yellow line in the middle of the road had been freshly painted since the town had enough money in its coffers to pave the roads.

By the time Eric parked in front of my favorite seafood restaurant, I felt immensely better. If I had remained home, I would have spent my entire day sulking in front of a cold pizza and whimpering in bed. As usual, Eric appeared and rescued me from myself. No wonder I love him.

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His penis still bobbed lightly, not fully hardened. She stroked it once, feeling the change beneath her fingers — blood filling vessels, muscles tightening, tendons pulling. It all worked in concert to pull his genitalia up. It filled her hand, soft, but not as warm as she had expected. She frowned a little.
“Are you cold?” she asked.
He sighed in pleasure. “Not even a little. Would you mind taking care of this as well?” he asked, plucking at his shirt.
Jocelyn grinned and began removing it, kissing down his bare chest. That was a novelty for her. All the men she'd been with had hairy chests. She liked this. She cupped his sack and gently massaged the pair of balls while continuing to kiss his abdomen. The shirt caught on his wrists, but he tugged it free. He curled his hands into her hair and pushed her lower.
She paused, not eager to take him in her mouth. It brought back bad memories. She loved the taste of another woman, but found semen disgusting. When he didn't release his hold, she wondered if she should tell him.
“Forget it. I don't want your mouth anyway,” he finally said, pulling her by hair and hip to toss her on the bed behind him.
She nearly screamed. The tug on her hair hadn't been painful, but the roots in that section ached and her hip felt bruised. How hard had he gripped it? She looked down, but her stocking belt covered the spot.


Angelica Dawson is no stranger to blood sucking hordes. Unfortunately, in her day job as an environmental scientist, they aren't vampires but black flies and mosquitoes. Angelica is the author of Blue Moon House, a vampire BDSM story. She has also contributed to two anthologies, Campus Sexploits 3 and Serviced Vol. 1. 


Sunday, April 28, 2013

New Post At The ERWA Blog - Writing Using Strong Emotions

Read my blog post about writing using strong emotions at the Erotic Readers And Writers Association blog. I revealed quite a bit about myself in that post due to the topic. I also talk about my horror romance "Alicia", including how my life influenced that story.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

"Trouble In Thigh High Boots" 99c For Cake And Cunnilingus Day!

Today we celebrate Cake And Cunnilingus Day! We're asking everyone to get Elizabeth Black's erotic retelling of the fairy tale Puss In Boots entitled "Trouble In Thigh High Boots" today because today, it's only $0.99!

"Trouble In Thigh High Boots" is a fast-paced, sexy version of Puss In Boots. This isn't your mother's Puss In Boots. It will leave you hot and wanting more!

Elizabeth wants to get as many sales in one day as she can. To make it even more fun for you and your friends, she's holding a contest for all the people who buy her book. To enter her contest, just email the receipt to

The prize? A $20.00 Amazon Kindle gift card!

P. S. Here are reviews she's received:

"4 STARS for Trouble In Thigh High Boots. Trouble in Thigh High Boots is a delightfully creative retelling of the Puss in Boots tale. It is a tale that has been told myriad times, but never in such a wonderfully imaginative way. The characters are enchanting, and the story flows beautifully. The love scenes are sizzling. I do think it could be developed into a longer novel, but as it stands is perfect for a reader seeking a book not too long or too involved but still full of adventure and romance. All in all this was an enchanting retelling of a classic fairy tale done in a totally new way. I thoroughly enjoyed it." - Hitherandthee of Night Owl Reviews

FOUR STARS. "We all know Puss and the Marquis of Carabas, but this is a take on the story which is a breath of fresh air. An arousing twist on a tale that could have been a common piece of smut. Elizabeth knows how to surprise and take this piece erotica into a kinky direction with a little fetish and a lot of heat.
Without giving away too much I would like to say that this puss is a kitten who knows what she wants and how to get it. Clawing her way out off trouble and seducing her way into the life she craves.
I must however be honest and tell you that there was one minor thing that took me out off the story. Less nit picking readers might not even be bothered about it, but I was. The author mentions a sense of feeling in the solar plexus, not once but twice. Since that is a cluster of nerve cells, no emotions reside there. I think she aimed for a `dramatic' phrasing, but missed the point altogether.
Other than that it was a satisfying read that gave me a few very arousing moments. If you expect to be entertained this story is worth picking up." Lucy Pireel, Amazon customer review.

FIVE STARS. "One of my favorite childhood stories is Puss N Boots. I loved how erotic Elizabeth made the story. It is a very sexy a twist on an old classic." Jacques Gerard, Amazon customer review.

Happy Cake And Cunnilingus Day!

Visit and read my article about Cake and Cunnilingus Day!

In case you've been living under a rock, Cake and Cunnilingus Day is the women's response to Steak And Blow Job Day, which was exactly one month ago on March 14. Steak and Blow Job Day was the bloke's answer to Valentine's Day. Men were weary of being expected to dish out the cash for flowers, chocolates, toy teddy bears carrying hearts, and fancy dinners for the women in their lives. They wanted payback, hence Steak and Blow Job Day exactly one month later on March 14. Men are easy to please. They want meat. BJs. Toss in a few brews. That'll make them happy.
 Well, women raised their eyebrows and said, "We can't let this one get by us", and they created Cake and Cunnilingus Day. Blokes, get out that flavoured lube and prepare to do a little labial spelunking.


Saturday, April 13, 2013

Special Sale For Cake And Cunnilingus Day

Tomorrow is Cake And Cunnilingus Day! Help Elizabeth Black celebrate this fun day by checking out her erotic retelling of Puss In Boots, "Trouble In Thigh High Boots". Tomorrow, the ebook version of this book will be $0.99 and if you get her erotic fairy tale, you'll be entered in her contest to win a $20 Amazon Kindle gift card! Send your receipt to mselizabethablack AT comcast DOT net to quality for the contest.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Seduced Sex Toys - The Art Of Foreplay

I have a new writing gig! I now write bi-monthly articles for Seduced Sex Toys, a sex toys company in the U. K. My first article is about foreplay. Seduced Sex Toys - The Art Of Foreplay Here's an excerpt:
Foreplay doesn't have to be a lost art. Remember back in high school when you could make out for hours on the couch or in the car without so much as a finger getting inside either one of you? You were so hot when making out you could have been the first authentic case of spontaneous human combustion! And your partner was so inflamed with passion he or she could have exploded. Think outside the box - pun intended. Did you know that the largest human organ is the skin? Take advantage of that knowledge and touch yourself and your sweetie's erogenous zones, but do it when you aren't supposed to do it, like give your sweetie a wet kiss in a crowd or place a hand on his or her bum whilst waiting for the tube. Give that cheek a squeeze! Sex is just as much preparation as it is action. You can spend all day working each other up to a frenzy, and you'll reap the benefits later with teh most monumental orgasms.
Head on over and have a good read, and then buy a few vibrators, flavoured lubes, or whatever strikes your fancy.

Monday, April 1, 2013

Lex Van Someren - Mystical Return

I heard this on internet radio, and I have it on repeat. Delightful music to listen to whilst writing.

Lex Van Someren - Mystical Return