My story Babes appears in the Cleis Press anthology Begging For It: Erotic Fantasies For Women. The book was edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel. Here's the blurb.
What would you give - or give up - to fulfill your most cherished sex fantasy? In this Cleis Press collection, erotica editor Rachel Kramer Bussel brings us femme fatales and shy women, women on a mission and women opening up to new worlds of discovery: women who know what they want and are not afraid to beg for it! Let yourself go with these twenty-one tantalizing tales of tortuous longing and release.
Babes is actually a portion of the first few chapters of my soon-to-be-released erotic romance novel No Restraint, which will be published by Xcite Books in the U. K. The novel will be published late summer, early fall. Here's my cover.
The idea for both Babes and No Restraint had been in my head for a number of years. Both novel and short story are about a young woman named Alex Craig in search of her dream job, and she finds it in the company called Babes. Not only does she find the perfect job, she meets a man who turns her life upside-down but in a good way. That man, Jackson Beale, introduces her to the decadence in life - something she's already familiar with but she needs to find a partner who appreciates la dolce vita as much as she does. And does he ever!
The company Babes is based on those Dot Coms from the 1990s before most of them crashed and burned. The Dot Coms focused on fun. Many of these companies held gourmet food parties. They had the latest computer games, pool tables, ping pong, and the latest movies available to watch on state-of-the-art entertainment centers. Sex in the conference room was not only a rumor. Babes is also based on an American clothing company, American Apparel. The sexually charged ads produced by the company as well as the sexually charged atmosphere were very controversial. The CEO and founder, Dov Charney, had been investigated for sexual harassment. The company hired staff based on culture and fashion, not on resume. AA had been criticized for focusing on surface qualities in hiring staff. While Charney had been accused of masturbating on the premises and having sex with his employees - as well as the sexual harassment charges - nothing of the kind happens at Babes without consent from all involved. If American Apparel were on the up-and-up, it would be Babes.
Here is a sexy excerpt from No Restraint.
A warm breeze brushed her skin as she and Jackson walked along the beach. Bubbling surf washed over her feet, cooling her in the hot sun. They walked hand in hand as if they had been partnered for years instead of only days. Amazed at how comfortable she felt in Jackson’s presence, she strolled by his side, not talking, but only enjoying his company and the smell of the ocean surf. Her other lovers paled when compared to Jackson. He was all she ever wanted in a man – worldly, handsome, accomplished, and drop-dead sexy. He treated her with respect and gentleness; not that she expected anything less. If he had been less kindly toward her, she never would have taken up with him in the first place. She wasn’t one to believe in soulmates, but Jackson came very close to being hers.
He squeezed her hand, bringing her back to the real world. Pulling her toward him, he wrapped his arms tightly around her and kissed her lightly on the lips. What started out as a gentle caress grew into a fevered embrace; fingers entwined in her hair, her hands massaging his back. She wanted to implant the memory of his body and his touch in her mind forever so she could easily remember him when he was away. Their romantic setting set her head spinning with delight. A handsome man on the beach. Her dream come true.
In bed that evening, she succumbed to the build-up of lust she felt for Jackson since the moment she laid eyes on him at Babes. She felt as if she had fallen into a deep, warm bottomless well. Her stomach flip-flopped with excitement as she sailed headfirst into her passion for Jackson. The scent of limes, lemongrass, and sea salt lingered on his skin. As she undressed him, her fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. He took her hands in his and guided them to his hips. Arousal took over her very being. She wanted him, and she shivered with delight at his invitation. With one graceful movement, he removed his shirt. She spied a tattoo of an Asian character on his right shoulder, and she traced the ink with her index finger.
‘What’s this?’
‘It’s Japanese Kanji. The word is nikuyoku.’
‘And that means?’
He turned his face toward hers and gave her a sly smile. ‘Lust.’
Wasting no time, he quickly removed her shirt. Warm air flowed over her skin, making her tingle all over. His mere touch drove her mad! When he pressed his lips against her throat, it took all her willpower to keep from throwing him on the bed and taking over herself. She didn’t want to do that. No, she wanted him to ravish her. They were in no rush, and she wanted to enjoy his body and her own craving to the fullest.
‘You drive me mad, woman,’ he moaned in her ear. ‘You get under my skin like no one ever has before. I’m not sure what it is about you.’ He brushed his lips against her jawline. ‘Your honesty. Your sweetness. I trust you, which is saying a lot. I’m not by nature a trusting person. You bring out the best in me. I want to take good care of you.’
She didn’t know what to say in response that wouldn’t sound trite, so instead she wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly. His lips traveled from her jaw down her throat until they reached her breasts. Hands trembling, he kneaded her breasts until the soft flesh glowed pink. Nipples hard and aching for his touch, she melted into his embrace when he sucked on each one, slowly and with great gentleness.
Without warning, he knelt in front of her on the bed, his head between her knees. His hands gripped her hips with such longing she couldn’t help but run her fingers through his hair. He sighed, and looked up at her with wide, shining eyes. The longing and love in his face stunned her. She knew he opened up to her in ways he didn’t to others, and she didn’t want to ever let him go.
‘You mean the world to me, Alex,’ he said. ‘This is a very special day to me. I hope it is for you, too. It’s the first time we’re going to make love. And I want it to be perfect.’Overwhelmed with emotion, she smiled and kissed him on the forehead, then on the cheeks, eyes, and lips. She needed him as much as he needed her, and she was never going to let him go. His passion aroused her so much she was already very wet. She lay on her back on the bed, legs spread, waiting for him to enter her, but he surprised her by kissing her knees, and moving up to her thighs. With eagerness, he kissed her heat.
Jackson gently lapped her folds with his expert tongue until she was so wet and overheated sweat beaded on her forehead.
Jackson slipped two fingers inside her, then three, all the while stroking himself until he was hard. He worked her into a frenzy so exciting, her pulse pounded in her head. She gripped his hair in both hands and guided his head to her sweet spot. As his tongue flicked against her clit, his fingers worked her pussy. Her arousal built in a crescendo, and she arched her back, taking in all his hard work with a cry as she had the first of several orgasms. As one subsided, another erupted in its place. Her orgasms came and went in long, glorious waves until she finally collapsed beneath him.
Delighted, she laughed and pulled him to her until his head rested on her shoulder. She held him tight, never wanting to let him go. Far from finished, he turned over on his back and motioned for her to ride him.
His thick hair fanned out on the pillow as she sat astride him and slipped a condom over his erection. She guided him inside, rocking and bucking as her arousal once again peaked to the heights of bliss. She raked his shoulders with her fingernails as if digging into his flesh made him more real. Inhaling deeply, she took in his alluring scent. Her head spun with arousal, and her skin tingled with each stroke of his hand.
After she came yet again, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled her over onto her back. He thrust into her, deeper and harder with each stroke, and minutes after she came his orgasm exploded into her. Sweat from heat and lust coated their bodies in a soft patina.
Pick up your copy of Begging For It: Erotic Fantasies For Women at the usual book outlets. Look for No Restraint as the leaves begin to change colors in late summer, early fall. I'll include information here about the book, including buy links and such.
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