Title: Tales of Lust And Longing
Book Type: Anthology (5 short stories)
Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
Genre: Erotica and Erotic Romance
Sub-genres: erotic, paranormal, contemporary, comedy,
shifter, f/f, bondage
Heat Level: NC-17
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What People Are Saying About "Tales Of Lust And Longing":
"Each of these five short stories are unique, hot and steamy. The characters are all shape and sizes, but I wish some of their personalities had been developed more. Some issues of self-esteem, trust and confidence were discussed in a few of them. All of the stories were fast paced and can give you a couple of hours of erotic pleasure. Please take note there is one f/f story and a couple deal with bondage. I would like to read a much longer story from this author to get a better feel of her writing style and development. If you enjoy reading erotic, this is a book for you." - Roberta, You Gotta Read Reviews
Blurb:
Five sexy stories to set your pulse racing. A shapeshifter finds herself in a very compromised position with the man of her dreams. Two luscious women have sexy fun with popsicles to ward off the summer heat. A man, a woman, a remote controlled vibrator, and a church picnic. Use your imagination. A missing kitty brings Kat together with her very sexy neighbor. Jenny is a tough-as-nails prosecutor by day--but a submissive wench by night.
Excerpt #1 - Lost In Her Mouth (f/f)
What would it be like to get lost in Amelia’s mouth? The cherry popsicle she sucked turned her swollen lips bright red as if they’d become flush with blood. The way she wrapped her long pink tongue around the melting ice made me cream my panties. In this sweltering July heat, I was melting for Amelia.
Wearing her long, dark brown hair in a pile on top of her head because of the heat, she slid her tongue against that cherry popsicle the way I wanted her to suck on me. With a look of desire, she gazed at my face with her deep-set hazel eyes, no doubt feeling me out to see just how far she could go with her little game. Little did she know that I intended on making sure she followed through with every unspoken lusty promise.
We wilted atop her bed in our underwear; me flat on my back and she straddling my hips. Throwing her head back, she pushed the popsicle deeper and deeper into her luscious mouth. Red juice dripped from her perfect lips down her chin and onto her large, pendulous breasts, and she bent forward allowing it to fall and moisten my lips. Relishing the chill, I could think of no place I would rather be than with my numbed lips under Amelia’s frozen confectionary.
Hoisting myself up on one elbow, I brought my face to hers because I was eager to taste her soft, wet lips. They pillowed mine, and despite their coolness, I thought them hot, so damn hot. Tasting sticky sweet cherry amidst her salty sweat, I licked from her upper lip.
Grasped my head in her hands, she pushed her tongue over my teeth, playfully inviting my tongue to dance with hers. When I didn’t react fast enough for her pleasure, she giggled and took my tongue, sucking on it with passion. My head spun and I realized I was riding her thigh smearing my sexual juice all over her hot skin.
Not wearing a bra, she slipped mine free by its front closure and I let her fingers tantalize my swelling nipples. Shoving me back down on the bed, she pinned me to the mattress with her hands, and her tongue left my mouth, to trace new paths of sensuality down my neck to my heaving breasts. Her deep voice rasped at me, telling me what was in store for me. "I’m going to make you come, hard and long like never before."
Excerpt #2 - Smacking Her Lips (bondage)
He lifted the blindfold back over her eyes. “I love you, too, you minx, but now it’s time to submit, and get what you so richly deserve. Remember, if you want to stop for any ready, just say Kabuki.”
“Okay, Kabuki, certainly better than Noh.” Grinning at the problems the other major form of Japanese theatre would have presented. Steve loved his puns, but Noh would have been a bit too subtle for what they were about to do.
“First, all your clothes, as you’ll always serve naked.” His voice forceful, it gave Jenny the shivers, in the very best of ways.
Carefully and quickly, he stripped her of all her clothes, ending with her silk panties slipping down her legs.
Having her clothes taken from her was like letting go of her job, and that feeling was exhilarating. Naked, she felt free of her burdening responsibilities. As Steve’s strong hands ran along her arms and legs, stripping her, she felt her body give over to his will, loosening up her resolve and allowing her to let go of all her troubles. Steve would be more than her Mas-ter. He’d be her savior.
“Lie face-down on the bed, and push that sweet ass up for my pleasure.”
With deep arousal at the prospects ahead, Jenny did as she was told, feeling the cool sheets against her hot skin.
Two pillows were stuffing under her belly for support, and then she shivered audibly as Steve’s hand took her left wrist. “Handcuffs now, let me know if the cuffs are too tight, with a little groan, okay?”
Nodding and giggling, she could barely believe how thrilling this was. To give him complete control, it’s so sweet and so freeing. I won’t be able to get enough of it.
Sliding her left wrist into the handcuff, she felt the soft velvet and Steve cuffed her snugly but not too tightly. Moving around her, she could feel his presence as he did her left ankle, right ankle, and right wrist in succession. Next, he straddled her prone body, and blew butterfly kisses at the nape of her neck. Her skin prickled at his touch, growing into goose bumps. His breath was hot, he sucked on her neck, but didn’t give her a hickey because he knew she hated to explain purplish-red blotches to her law partners.
Massaging her shoulders, his fingers felt strong in their caress and kneaded away her stress. It wasn’t until he touched her intimately that she felt her vulnerability to him, how she was spread and helpless, her ass and pussy exposed. However, she knew he’d never hurt her, unless she asked him to, and her pussy moistened, aroused and ready. She trusted and loved him implicitly, and she’d do anything he asked. In allowing herself to succumb to his dominance, she set herself free—and she grew to love him even more.
