Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Guest Blogger: Mindi Ferrari

Hey, everyone, welcome Mindi Ferrari to my blog. Let's give her a warm welcome.


Writing erotica turns me on….. Isn’t that the point?

So to say that most of us erotica authors don’t get turned on by our own words would be silly. Just as silly as saying all of our reader and fans out there, including ourselves don’t get turned on by the books we read every day.  I think that most of us can agree that writing erotica is about the fantasy of something you have craved your entire life. We need that companion as humans to pull us in and take us on a journey that we don’t get to live in this lifetime. Most don’t admit the constant need and desire to be touched and needed like the characters we read about in our books get to experience. Erotica has this whole world of seduction, and can take you to a world filled with the best sex and pleasure that you drop to your knees begging for more. Yet some people deny this normal feeling that we write and read about in all our romance novels. Of course this is for another subject and time. 

So what do you do when you are sitting in a coffee shop or at a book store, or even at home and someone asks you why you read Erotica… You simply tell them “It turns me on” and if it is your spouse that asks you this hopefully it will turn him on now as well. Erotica has come to be known as the most sensual classy writing I have every read. Sure we can split up the different classes of erotica and even the heat level but to start it off it has to have some level of passion. It has to be able to grab to reader and pull them in and make them put themselves in the main characters shoes. Isn’t this why we pick the book that sounds most interesting, because we secretly want to read what we desire and fantasize about. 

I never read erotica before, until I read Sandy Sullivan’s “Love me once love me twice”, an amazing cowboy erotica western. She opened my eyes up to a world filled with wants and new loves. Sure since I am a writer I have read my fair share of pretty saucy romance novels but to experience an erotica is like touching base with your hidden desires. 

So I dare you all of you who said you would, and said you couldn’t. Pick up that book and smile. Because you will be bitten by the erotica bug.  And next time you read that book, and it makes you feel all hot inside, remember my blog here and then go buy my vampire romance “Midnight Assassins”  which will make you all hot and bothered inside hopefully the first time. I will leave you with an excerpt and a delicious goodbye from yours truly. Until then thank you Elizabeth it has been an extreme joy being here on your blog.


His boots crushed the ground beneath him, “One step at a time.” He told himself. “She will make it.”

His heart clenched and cracked like trees in a thunderstorm. The blood was dripping down the side of his arm and rushing to fall to the ground. Even something as simple as her blood and the scent that came from it made his fangs elongate, his nose tickle with excitement, and the bulge in his pants throb. He had to put those thoughts away because she was dying, he could sense it.

“That fucker is gonna die.” Nicholie’s patience was wearing thin, he knew that Jude had it covered but also knew that one kick to that mother fucker’s skull was not good enough for him.

He had to get her to the doc though and only had a few minutes left. She had been beaten hardcore the way his daddy used to beat him and his sister.

There was something about the woman he carried in his arms, something that made his heart beat out of order. Something that made the very core of him want to protect and keep her all to himself. Knowing she was human though made it out of the question. As he braced her body and ran fast toward the mansion, he knew without a doubt as soon as she was well, he would have to let her go. That’s if everything went the way it should but fate just might intervene against his will.

Nicky couldn’t even begin to feel the burn the fast pace was placing on his bones and skin, his muscles were working overtime but his mind was on the woman.

Within five minutes, he had made it fifty miles and up into the mountains where they lived. Stopping long enough at the gate to be buzzed in, Nicky ran straight for the building behind his house where the doc’s quarters were. Passing the rose bushes, he hit the front door, slammed it into the wall and knocked it off its hinges.

“Nicky what the hell are you doing?” As the doc rushed to help him with the woman, he grabbed at Nicholie’s arm and rushed him over to a table in one of the rooms.

The house the doc lived in was about three stories and each level had its own purpose. They however were on the middle level.

“I found her behind the hospital, just behind Shadow Lane. I got the damn bastard right before he pulled his jolly out of his pants.” His breathing never wavered, even though he had run faster than he ever had before.

“Jesus Nicky, you might have got her here right in time.” The doc rushed to his cabinet and pulled out a nineteen-gauge syringe with all the trimmings. As he went back to the woman’s side, he pulled her shirt away from her neck and stuck the needle in the jugular vein. “This will help calm her for a little while so I can examine her.”

He never asked questions when the doc did his duties, but for some reason, him being close to her made his body tense up. As the doc began to check over the woman, he knew he could hear the soft growl rising up in his throat.

The doc looked Nicholie in the eyes. “Steady there tiger—you okay?” Nicky felt the doc’s eyes on his every move, watching the expression on his face, Nicky knew he would get an ear full later. He was already so paranoid about the woman, and for no apparent reason. Just as he watched the doc reach the woman’s arm, Nicky went into panic mode, his chest heaving, a growl rising, suddenly he bared his fangs, “Nicky, I’m not going to hurt her I need to examine her and make sure we can get her to pull through this, okay?”

The growl stopped and his eyes eased back to normal.

“I just—shit, I’m sorry. I don’t know where that came from.”

“She’s human Nicky, you know that right? I mean I can help her and I will just considering the facts but—”

“But nothing, look I know the rules. I will give her head a wash and return her as soon as she’s well.”

Nicky watched as doc returned to the woman’s lifeless body to check her vitals. Right as he reached to take off her clothes, so he could examine the rest of her body for damage, Nicholie grabbed his hand and forced him to stop. This is my woman. Although he knew the doc needed to put a gown on her to begin using the hardcore machines, he felt it was within his territory, that it was his job. “I’ll do that, turn around,” Nicholie snapped faster than a two year old throwing a temper tantrum.

“Are you serious? Look I can’t do my job if you keep stopping me, Nicky, I can’t save her, now let me do what I have too. Get your emotions in check or I will be forced to make you leave. Don’t think I don’t have back-up.”

“I will help then, I will do what needs to be done physically, I don’t want you seeing her naked. I mean you don’t know her—I mean look, just let me take her clothes off and put her gown on then you can turn around.” The doc inhaled a deep breath.

“If it helps, but you mustn’t think I won’t ever see her naked, Nicky. Look what if she needs surgery?” As Nicholie nodded to the doc then took in a nice deep breath to get his emotions under control for the second time. The doc shrugged his shoulders and began to sit his supplies down. “Then do as you wish, Nicky, but as a doctor, I have morals and one of them is to not check out patients.”

“Fine, but do me a favor and stop saying my name so damn much, you’re making me hate it.”

“Good we agree then—I will do my job?” Nicholie nodded.


They both took off what was left of her clothes, and then he stood there in shock. Yes, he knew the human race, but to be honest, he didn’t know one human being was capable of surviving with this many bruises to their body, her tiny, delicate body. His heart wanted to cry but every single part of him stayed strong as they put her gown on and the doc hooked up her I.V.

“I will keep her on a slow drip of fluids and get an x-ray to see if anything is broken, judging by the look of her head, I would say that she at least cracked her skull. She will need an MRI to make sure that there is no swelling of her brain or other organs for that matter.” Nicholie brushed his finger over the side of her cheek and whispered softly into her ear.

“I don’t know you,” he said, “but I promise I will fix you.” Then stood straight up, knowing he couldn’t keep her even though there was something about her that felt like home.

“She is in good hands, Nicky, you know that.” He gripped the docs arms tight then pulled him closer in a tight embrace and watched as he backed away and bowed to him.

“Why do you do that?” Nicky’s brows burrowed.

“I’m more concerned with our race’s manners and behavior—” Dr. Woods shook his head, “Never mind, it’s called respect,” he said then walked away from Nicky, to the side of the human.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday #8: Indiscretions Vol. II

This is my eighth Six Sentence Sunday. Below are six sentences from Indiscretions Vol. II: Room Service. This book includes my short stories The Mile High Club and Room Service. They are about plane and hotel sex fantasies.

She raised her head and patted them on the arms. "So how do you two know each other?"
"Probably the same way you know him," Takeshi said with a smile.
"Do you like to share, Caryn?" Jeremy asked.
"I'd love to share the two of you," she said. "What do you think?"
Title: Indiscretions Vol. II
The Mile High Club and Room Service
Release Date: 14 January 2011
ISBN: 978-1-935757-12-2
Author: Elizabeth Black
Format: E-Book
Genre: Erotica
Category: Erotic, Male Male, Gay, Hetero, Multiple Partner, Threesome, Ménage, Short Stories
Length: 7,627 words 41 pp (PDF)
Price: $3.99

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Elizabeth Black continues her ribald Indiscretions series with Indiscretions: Vol. II. These two short stories follow the amorous adventures of Caryn as she wings her way across country to a writer’s convention. In THE MILE HIGH CLUB, Caryn has a high altitude fling with the sexy Jeremy. Their encounter isn’t without comic complications, but a very good time is had by all. The action continues in ROOM SERVICE, when Caryn and Jeremy meet a mutual friend and the sexual action is three-times hotter!

Monday, June 27, 2011

Guest Blogger: Adriana Kraft

Writing your Sun Sign

Are you into the zodiac? There was a phase in my life when I lived and breathed it. I had my chart done then – Sun and Moon in Cancer, Taurus rising. It explained a lot of me to myself. I haven’t consulted it as much in recent years but I feel like I never left it. I identify with my sign. I recognize my strengths in it, such as my tenacity, the energy I pour into creating a welcoming nesting space, my compassion and urge to help others. I also recognize (and so does my husband!) my weaker elements, easily understood as an overdose of precisely those strengths: resisting change, preferring to stay in that warm welcoming home rather than branch out for new adventures, and taking too much care of others.

Being an Aquarian, Hubs has challenged me precisely where I dig my feet in. Well okay, claws, if we’re going to stick with the Crab who belongs to my sun sign. Free spirited and adventurous, he’s drawn me out of my shell and taken me on a roller coaster ride I’d never have dared attempt on my own. No regrets – I’m having the time of my life!

A huge part of the ride is the erotic romance we co-author under our pen name, Adriana Kraft. We’d each harbored dreams of writing fiction since at least early adolescence, but both turned to social science and human services (the caregiver side of me; he doesn’t object too much, though!) for our professional careers. I’m not sure I would have taken the plunge on my own, but I love our joint efforts creating characters, plotting stories, clarifying our voice and tantalizing readers with our special brand of eroticism.

So when Lara Zielinsky at Sapphic Planet ( ) proposed the Sapphic Signs ( ) series of Lesbian Erotic Romance stories to Torquere, we thought it would be fun to give our two lead characters our own sun signs and see how they handled it. The result is our newly released novella, The Lady Wants More:

BLURB: The Lady Wants More: Janet Baxter keeps her post-divorce life neatly compartmentalized: Secure job, spacious Westchester County home, successful adult children, dependable community volunteer activities. Why is she drawn – for the first time ever – to attend her twenty-year college reunion in New York City?

Always a free spirit, Brenda Cassidy is comfortably bisexual and has no plans to ever settle down. But a fling? The reappearance of svelte, reserved Janet Baxter in Brenda’s life is nothing less than a gift, worthy of every enticement Brenda can conjure up. Can Brenda seduce Janet into an endless night of the lovemaking they enjoyed too briefly as college roommates? What if the lady wants more?


Brenda spun around to face Janet when they got to the far corner of the dance floor. She knew Janet would prefer to be in the corner rather than on the front edge where bar patrons could easily gawk at them. She, herself, preferred center stage but—she grinned at her partner—tonight she’d cater to Janet’s desires. She just wished she could get a better read on her former roommate’s desires. Did they include her, yet? There was no need to rush things now that they’d reconnected after all these years.

Brenda had already decided that Janet needed, once again, to break out of her shell and get on with her life. Of course she’d often been accused of making quick judgments, if not rash ones. But surely the universe hadn’t crossed their paths just so they could share a drink and swap life stories. While she wasn’t looking for a permanent relationship, whatever that was, she was always on the lookout for a relationship that might offer enough challenge and spice to keep her going for more than a night or two.

Brenda grinned at Janet. She knew for certain this tall dark haired woman with gorgeous long legs could provide ample challenge and spice for some time. She held out her hands, interlaced her fingers with Janet’s and picked up the beat to the fast paced hip hop music. At arm’s length they swayed and stepped to the music. They circled each other.

Brenda filled her lungs. Her body throbbed with the music. Her brain clicked into hypersensitive mode—once again, she’d become the huntress. “Are you ready for me?”

Janet grinned and nodded. She dropped her hands, spun around and reached for Brenda again.

Smiling, Brenda blew her partner a kiss. She was pretty sure Janet hadn’t heard her words over the band.

Here’s a link to an excerpt with a little more spice…   EXCERPT ( )

Adriana on the web

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Welcome My Guest Blogger: Vampirique Dezire

Well okay, it was like this, Elizabeth and I belong to the same group for writers and she asked if anyone was interested in doing a guest blog on her site, the only stipulation being that it was to cover the topic of sex or a book you have out.

Now as I have only had one story published and that was in an anthology, I felt that it would be a bit hard to discuss it, so I figured SEX would be the way to go; until I had to sit down and write about it. I mean how hard is it to pick a topic of sex and write about it? I am a writer of Erotica; it shouldn’t be that hard, yeah right!

I found that writing about sex in a story is so much easier than writing for a guest blog.

In walks Hubby to help me choose a topic. Well after having to explain to him, in great depth I might add, what a blog was and showing him examples of different people’s blogs, I think he finally got the idea. And yes I am going to admit, HE NEVER READS MY BLOG!

So after a bit of discussion about what topic to choose, he came up with a few which I wasn’t so sure on. I could talk about having sex out in public and the thrill of getting caught and actually cite a couple of real life experiences we had together and how it felt. He then suggested sexy fruit but to be honest, fruit has never been something we have used or something I could feel confident in talking about. Ménage à Trois, now this is another great topic and one that I can talk about from personal experience. I thought perhaps I could talk about how Geeks are the new word in Sexy. Guess who shot that one down in flames? Yep you got it, Hubby.

But seriously though, it did make me consider what we have tried sex wise and if it was a success or not. I have always felt we were an average couple as far as sex was concerned. Then it was pointed out to us one day that we were actually the ‘abnormal’ ones, the ‘adventurous’ ones. 

Sex in Public

This is one of the most thrilling, adrenaline pumping forms of sex you can have. Our first taste of sex in public was at a beach in the sand dunes. Needless to say the excitement of being caught is with you and we were caught. Hubby was so embarrassed that he whipped the towel over himself and left me to lay there stark naked with the sun streaming down on me while a group of older men and women stood, staring, their eyes popping out of their heads while their mouths moved like fish desperate for water. We’ve had sex at the football oval while a match was happening. Thank goodness for screaming fans and sirens that can drown out the moans and groans of ecstasy as you reach your orgasm. Sex on a crowded train can be quite difficult to pull off but it can be done and because the train bounces around on the tracks and people jostle one another they don’t notice you are sitting on someone’s lap, bouncing up and down. Note to the wise though, you can make your lips bleed badly trying to hold back the moans.

Ménage à Trois

We have participated in a couple of f/m/f and m/f/m and each one has been a unique experience. Being bi-sexual and having another female to share with hubby would have to have been the best thing we could have participated in. The woman who involved had never been in a 3some before nor had she ever been with another woman, so lots of exploring, tasting and encouragement was definitely a must. I have to tell you, ladies if you have never had the chance to try a f/m/f with your partner, you honestly don’t know what you are missing. Seeing the look on your man’s face as she takes his cock deep within her mouth is such a horny moment. But I’m not going into full details as I am quite positive you will all know what the outcome ended up being and what we did to get there. Now a m/f/m is also a must to try but your man needs to be sure of himself before going into one. We tried this a couple of times, the first time well…let’s just say this guy had no idea how to go down on a female and wasn’t too impressed in being gently told that he was actually hurting. The other thing that turned me off was the amount of hair over his body. I personally cannot stand men who are hairy but this was beyond just being hairy, I truly do believe he was the missing link. Our next foray into a m/f/m was with a friend of ours and if ever the energizer bunny was put into human form it was this man and if he reads this he will know it’s him I am talking about. It was like being pampered and treated as a princess. You only had to think about having something licked or kissed or sucked and voila! It was happening. To me it seemed as though the three of us were in sync that day, it was incredible.

With what hubby and I have done, it has never caused problems in our marriage, if anything it has made us closer.

Thank you for having me Elizabeth, it’s been a blast!

*bites n kisses*

Vampirique Dezire

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Welcome Guest Blogger Marcos London

Eye of the Beholder

In early May Genèvre and I went with a couple of friends to an advance screening of Thor, the latest in the seemingly never-ending run of superhero movies clogging multiplexes in anticipation of next year’s The Avengers…not typically Genèvre kind of movie, but when I told her about my friend’s wife’s infatuation with actor Chris Hemsworth in the title role, she decided to attend, “if only to see her drool.”  She never got the chance to see it, because she, like our friend’s wife, gasped during the scene when Hemsworth removed his shirt.  And she wasn’t the only one; the collective gasp from each woman in attendance deafened each male during that scene.

Genèvre’s response amused me and surprised her.  It shouldn’t have; after all, she often finds major home improvement projects every couple of seasons, usually Spring and Fall (the minor windows in our fair state in which the temperature neither roasts nor freezes lawns), and when she does, she watches such HGTV home improvement hosts as Carter Oosterhouse and Eric Stromer…“for inspiration,” she said once.  “For research,” she said another time.  Not that she didn’t find inspiration for the design of our guest bathroom and master bedroom, but looking at their publicity photos, I tend to think Mr. Oosterhouse and Mr. Stromer inspired other things than architecture.  When I mentioned this, she shot back a response devoid of shock or surprise.  “Ya think?!”

I could tease her about it, of course, because we have that kind of relationship, but also because physically I’m not exactly in the same league as either Oosterhouse or Stromer.  I’m in my forties, and have many of the physical flaws that go along with it:  slight spread (though dieting keeps it in check), thinning hair, slight astigmatism.  And yet she finds me sexy as hell, telling me once that, if a movie were to be made of my life, she could easily see me played by Paul Giamatti, also whom she tells me is sexy as hell (though a few weeks ago, when I brought this up again after another screening, she told me she was speaking of the Paul Giamatti of Sideways, not the Paul Giamatti of The Hangover Part 2).  I’m good with that; a woman has never dropped her jaw or lost motor functions upon seeing me, so I have to make do with things like personality and humor.

This came up again recently on a writer’s forum I visit regularly.  A woman whom I consider a mentor in all things erotic romance occasionally shares objects of her inspiration on the forum:  photos of men, sculpted from the same chisels and picks used by Michaelangelo when creating David, almost always either shirtless or nude with strategically positioned clothing.  Each model possesses the physical beauty one would expect of such erotic photography, and comments by other writers follow each post, most of them the equivalent of women dropping their jaws.  Does it bother me?  Of course not; women deserve as much eye candy as men.  But Genèvre, who drooled over Hemsworth in Thor and found inspiration watching the hunks of HGTV, a woman with exquisite taste in men, ultimately didn’t see much.  “If you wanted to talk about their bodies alone, sure, they’re attractive, but most of them don’t look like they have a lot going on upstairs,” she said once.  Another writer, a gay woman, wondered if the commenters looked for more than beefcake.  “Do any of you find guys like Jack Nicholson or James Gandolfini sexy?” 

And the overwhelming response? 


The majority of the writers in this particular group are women.  The majority, of course, have their own ideas of physical perfection.  So do men.  But ask them to mention just three things they look for in a man, do you know what always shows up?  I mean, sure, they mention physical characteristics, from eyes to butts, but do you know the one thing that showed up on everybody’s list?  No, not that.

It’s a sense of humor.

A man can be as strapping and as gorgeous as any fashion Adonis found in GQ or Details, but, without fail, every woman who responded said that they would choose men who could make them laugh.

I bring up Genèvre’s respons to Hemsworth every now and then, in light of the photos on the forum, and she laughs.  “Hemsworth looks like he has as much going on upstairs as he does physically.  And you know what?  He’s even pretty funny.”  Well, that he is, and I’m grateful that he movie wasn’t very good, because if as physically perfect a specimen as the God of Thunder can make her laugh, then mere mortal men are doomed.

Monday, June 20, 2011

Aimee Mann - Wise Up

I heard this song play at the end of "The Glades" last week. It's Aimee Mann singing "Wise Up".  Love this song!

Six Sentence Sunday #7: An Unexpected Guest

This is my seventh Six Sentence Sunday. Below are six sentences from An Unexpected Guest. This book is up for Book Of The Month for June at Sinclair Books. I'm moving between first and second place. Please vote for me to push me to first place! Voting is in the right sidebar on the Sinclair Books site.

Here are my six sentences. 

She decided it was about time she went after what she wanted instead of waiting for it to come to her. She brushed her lips against his, cool and sweet in the night. His next movement surprised her. Strong hands slid through her hair, gliding and stroking her in a gentle dance of his fingers. She wasn’t expecting such gentleness from a man who seemed ready to burst out of his own skin. Long fingers teased her scalp in a flurry of wicked excitement.

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Thursday, June 16, 2011

The Pleasures Of The Flesh

Pleasure is the beginning and the end of living happily.
- Epicurus

Pleasure is the only thing to live for. Nothing ages like happiness.
- Oscar Wilde”

We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.

- Charles Bukowski

Do you enjoy pleasure or do you deny yourself?

Pleasure gets such a bad rap. The stoics in America want to deny all of us our Seven Deadly Sins. I certainly don't confuse pleasure with happiness, but I don't deny myself pleasure for moral or religious reasons. To do so, in my opinion, is both stupid and totally unnecessary.

My characters Charlotte and Lina in Neighbors are two fine hedonists, and they don't apologize for it. They first appeared in my short story Neighbors, published in Torquere's Vamps anthology. I incorporated them into my short freebie story Filthy Leuker. They will also appear in my upcoming sequel to my best-selling novella Feral Heat.

Charlotte and Lina, however, turned the meal into a bacchanal. Both of them gorged on hors d'oevres. Steamed mussels soaked in their juices. Raw oysters glistened, slick and swollen. The mollusks looked like bowls full of aroused women flashing their tiny pussies at Annie, whispering promises from their puckered lips.
The women asked Annie if she wanted to order some shrimp or some calamari or a slice of pie. Apparently the lemon meringue pie was, to use Charlotte's description, "lethal." She declined. However, that didn't stop them from plying her with a clam here, a mussel there, and several slices of lobster, including one claw.
Charlotte picked up a sliver of lobster, and slid it slowly into Annie's mouth. She inserted her index and middle fingers with the meat, careful not to stab Annie with her long nails. Was this how Charlotte would treat her pussy? Soft and gentle, probing every inch of tender flesh. Fingers moving slowly. In and out. Annie wrapped her tongue around Charlotte's finger and sucked the butter from her skin. Salt tickled her tongue and coated the walls of her mouth. Lina brushed a finger against Annie's cheek, catching a drop of butter before it dribbled down her chin. She lapped the prize from her finger like a kitten nuzzling its mother's milk.
She was quite surprised at her dissolving priggishness. She was also a touch alarmed at how quickly her thighs melted around these two. Her guard was definitely down, and she couldn't decide if that was good or bad. Charlotte and Lina were incredibly difficult to resist. Their mood, which was always up, was infectious. They smelled of sea breezes and that musky sweat that comes only from women. She found herself both aroused and relaxed in their delightful presence.
Both women, especially Charlotte, had taken to punctuating their conversation by touching Annie's hand or brushing their cool fingers against her arms. Lina stroked Annie's hair whenever she had the chance, which over the course of the dinner become increasingly frequent. She preferred to stand a few inches too close to Annie's face. When Lina spoke or breathed, Annie smelled the sweetness of vanilla. Lina liked imported Mexican vanilla in her coffee. The good stuff. Musky, moist, and brown, like her skin. Annie wondered what her mouth tasted like after that first cup in the morning. Probably sweet and warm. What a way to wake up from a good night's sleep.
In the end, Annie relented and ordered a slice of the lemon meringue pie. The sharp smell of citrus shocked her nose. As the cool filling slid over her tongue, she tasted the chilled smoothness of meringue, the tang of lemon, the heavy perfume of beach rose, the crispness of sea grass. Her mouth puckered, and her nostrils flared. She felt her nasal cavities swell in anticipation of the next forkful. Charlotte was right --it was lethal. That had to be the best lemon meringue pie she had ever tasted.
All of her senses had locked in overdrive. Food tasted rich and hearty when she spent her time with lively people, which she had noticed was far too seldom in the past few years. Could be that it was time to do something to change that. She wondered if she could handle it.
Illusion is the first of all pleasures.
~ Oscar Wilde

Pleasure is Nature's test, her sign of approval. When man is happy, he is in harmony with himself and his environment.
~ Oscar Wilde

Gotta love Oscar! I agree that most pleasure, like wealth, is illusion. It's a state of mind. I feel very wealthy and pleasant although I'm not rolling in money. My favorite vices are lust, gluttony, and  sloth. Heh heh. My husband is a gourmet cook and we're always on the lookout for interesting gastromonic delights. Once we have our major bills paid off, I'm buying us Benedictine, a black French winter truffle, and a molcajete for him to use in the kitchen. And none of this need cost much. You just have to know where to look. Like I said, wealth is an illusion. You make yourself feel rich and happy. Everyone has heard of miserable millionaires. Granted, having enough money to pay the bills and not be evicted is a good thing. While I believe wealth is an illusion, poverty is very real. And painful. I don't like pain.

But I do like pleasure.

In America sex is an obsession. In other parts of the world, it is a fact.

~Marlene Dietrich

My characters love pleasure, especially sexual pleasure. The feel of oil massaged into your skin. The warmth of a lover lying atop you. The vibrations from a sex toy in your most sensitive places. Why deny yourself? Those who read erotic romance novels won't deny themselves the carnal pleasures. Even eating can be an erotic act. You read my excerpt from Neighbors. Charlotte and Lina make love to their food.

What are your vices? The sweetness of a succulent peach with juice dripping down your chin? Spice of a decadent liqueur? Sensual dance moves? An erotic massage? Tell me in comments.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Pleasurists #134

Bound on Reflection by boykitten

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Six Sentence Sunday #6: Filthy Leuker

This is my sixth Six Sentence Sunday. Below are six sentences from my work in progress, Filthy Leuker. Leuker (aka Luke) is a Dutch dancer who catches the attention of Sam Hightower and Grant Newsome, the two bisexual main characters of Feral Heat, published by Romance Divine. Charlotte and Lena are two bisexual set painters who appear in my short story Neighbors, published by Torquere Press. Crossover time!
Curious, he walked to the door and looked though the peephole. Charlotte and Lena filled his line of vision, distended and elongated from the fisheye lens effect of the peephole as if they were reflected in a funhouse mirror. With those two around, life was like a rollercoaster ride at a carnival, so he opened the door.
Charlotte's eyebrows flipped up and she gave a low wolf-whistle. "Wow, and he comes gift wrapped all ready for us!"
Sam forgot he wore only a towel around his waist.
I expect to finish this story this weekend. It will be a free read available soon from Romance Divine. I wrote it in anticipation of writing my untitled sequel to Feral Heat. Look for that book in 2012.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday #6: Purr And CONTEST!

This is my sixth Six Sentence Sunday. Below are six sentences from my brand new twisted erotic fairy tale, "Purr". This story is based on "Puss In Boots".
"Those breasts are especially nice, particularly late at night when it's cold outside." He smiled, walked to Muca, and laid a hand on her shoulder. "I see you're as enraptured as I am of her."
"She is indeed a fine woman, sir."
"Stop gossiping about me, you two." His wife gave Muca a saucy look as she switched the baby from one breast to the other, giving Muca a momentary glimpse of a brown nipple. 
And now the fun starts...

Want to win a FREE SEX TOY?  :)

I'm giving away two sex toys, one for a man and one for a woman. To win, purchase Purr and e-mail me your proof of purchase. Send your proof of purchase to trishcwilson AT comcast DOT net. That puts you in the running. Contest runs until July 31, 2011. I'll select the winner on August 1st, 2011.

Here's all the information you need about Purr.

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

Buy Links:

Buy "Purr" now and you'll have a chance to win a sex toy! w00t!!

CONTEST! Buy PURR And Win A Free Sex Toy!

[NOTE: This contest is finished.]

Want to win a FREE SEX TOY?  :)

I'm giving away two sex toys, one for a man and one for a woman. To win, purchase Purr and e-mail me your proof of purchase. Send your proof of purchase to trishcwilson AT comcast DOT net. That puts you in the running. Contest runs until July 31, 2011. I'll select the winner on August 1st, 2011.

Here's all the information you need about Purr.

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

Buy Links:


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?


Francesca knelt before Gyorgy, fiddling with his slacks until she lowered them to the ground. He stepped out of them as he pulled his shirt over his head. He wore no under-garments. The powerfully built man, who towered above her, pumped his erect cock with one hand while he fondled Francesca's ample breast with the other. His long, black hair fell across his chiseled features, not quite masking his aroused expression. Milk from Francesca's breast trickled down his arm to drip on the floor.

"Come here," Muca growled. "I want to lick your arm."

She purred as she ran her tongue along his warm skin, tasting the sweetness of Francesca's life fluid. Gyorgy held his cock to her mouth, fisting her hair with his free hand.

"Here, taste this."

His cock tasted of olive oil, rosemary, and juniper. One of her favorite food combinations that made her mouth water so much drool rolled down her chin. He thrust in and out of her mouth with such abandon she almost didn't notice the pair of strong hands that kneaded her calves. Tibor knelt between her legs, massaging her skin until it tingled. When did he remove his clothes? I had no idea he was naked.

She writhed on the comforter, as aroused by his passion as she was by her own. Gyorgy grasped her face between his palms and guided her mouth to his cock once again. Restrained and at their mercy, she gave in to helplessness and deep arousal as both men worked on her most sensitive spots. Gyorgy worked her breasts as he thrust into her mouth, and Tibor buried his tongue between her folds. She tightened deep inside, needing one of them to enter her.

When Francesca held up the glass dildo, Muca wondered if the lovely mother had read her mind. Hands slick with oil, Francesca lubricated the dildo and then with a smile, slowly penetrated Muca. Ah, she warmed it! She knows how to pleasure me.