Saturday, June 29, 2013

My Sexy Saturday-- A WIP

Join us each Saturday at My Sexy Saturday...expect to have your senses titillated with hot writing, tame to sensual to explicit, from authors near and far.

See one doesn’t always have to take their clothes off for something to be sexy. Everyone has their own idea of sexy.

Sexy can be just the touch of his fingers on her face before he pulls her closer to give a heart stopping kiss.

Sexy can be the act of exposing someone's wares one part at a time like during a game of strip poker.

Sexy can be just the thought of that special someone as he makes your body throb with anticipation. Like on your wedding day in the back of a limo.

Sexy can be that hard, against the wall banging some have been known to enjoy.

It all depends upon your perspective.

Come join us each Saturday as we bring the world the best in sexy writing.


My debut Erotic Menage romance Soul Ties # 1 Bonded is available now.  Here is a peek!  Warning: Adult content...

     “Zisa,” a voice said softly in her ear. 

She stirred.  “Yes?” she replied with closed eyes.  

“Can you walk?” 

The comfort of the thick covers enveloped her.  Warm and cozy she did not want to move.  She slept better than she ever had.  It was as if she lived in perfection.  But was it all a dream?

“Heart of mine,” Feran said caressing her fleshy hip.  “Can you walk?”

Walk? She opened her eyes and glanced at the clock on the nightstand.  It was two in the morning.  Suddenly it all came back to her.  She was on her honeymoon with the men she loved.  She shifted her legs and winced.  

Pain courtesy of the two very large men she loved.

“No.  Not really.”   

She wiggled her hips and legs they were like pudding.  

“I will carry you,” he said with a kiss.

“That won't be necessary,” she said as he stood up lifting her off the bed.

“Hush.  I insist.”

She wrapped her arms around Feran, holding him tightly.  She knew he would not drop her but she cherished his touch.  

“Where's Kellam?”

As if on cue, he walked out of the lavare a soapy fragrance lingered on him.  He paused to greet her with a kiss.  His damp mane grazed her skin.  

“The cleaning mechans will be here shortly.  They say it will take a manner of minutes to re-sheet the bed,” he informed.  

She looked down at his waist.  The band from his sleep pants barely clung to his narrow muscular waist.    

“Are you all right?”

“I am fine my love,” she said clasping his hands.  They dwarfed hers just like every 

other part of him. With so much power, he remained gentle in action and spirit. 

“I am hungry and I'm ready for more,” she purred.

“First we clean, then we eat,” he said before sucking her lower lip, “then we play.  Feran you know what to do.”

She yelped as Feran slung her over his shoulder.  As they walked toward the lavare, she stared at the bed curiously eying the patch of dried blood. 

Zisa stared at Feran's ridged abdomen.  It was a work of art.  His rich ochre clay colored skin enticed her.  It begged to be licked.  Instead, she closed her eyes, deciding to remain latched on to his long stiff penis.  She let go of the rod with a kiss and mouthed his sac acclimating herself to his distinctive taste.  

She reveled at his shallow breathing knowing that she was the cause of his pleasure.  She returned her attention to his shaft, pre-cum drizzled down its length.  She lapped the bitter, salty mixture smearing it on her lips and chin. 

“Take me in your mouth,” he whispered. 

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