Miss Dubois

Here’s another short excerpt from my WIP

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Matteo cocked an eyebrow and stared at her.  He would fire her for sure.  She lifted her chin and stared back at him, expecting a tongue lashing.

Instead, his gaze grew more intense and he tipped an imaginary hat.  “Touché, Miss Dubois, touché.”  And with that he strode out of the building.

Evie stood stunned.  He’d taken that remarkably calmly.  She frowned.  No doubt, he’d give her a serve tomorrow.  She sighed and made her way home.

Her nerves were on edge the entire evening as she thought about Matteo.  He didn’t seem to be the type to forgive so easily.  She sighed in resignation, took a long relaxing bath, and hopped into bed.

She awoke at three in the morning in the throes of an exploding orgasm.  As she gripped the edge of her bed, images of Matteo burned in her mind.

“Oh God,” she moaned, wishing that hadn’t just happened.  Why was she dreaming about Matteo?  And getting off on what she’d seen him do?

Her breathing returned to normal but the memory of his muscled naked body could not be erased.   She’d never witnessed anything like it before.  Sure, she’d watched some porn movies but this was real life.  And Matteo was one thousand times better equipped than any porn star she’d ever seen.  The way his body had moved while he’d fucked that woman was…

“Stop!” she ordered and punched her pillow.  How was she going to face him tomorrow?

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Excerpt

“I’m gonna be late,” Allie murmured under her breath as she slipped on her shoes.  Before she could turn, two strong arms were around her waist.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

She shivered in Kyle’s warm embrace.  “Work.”

“Take the day off.”

Closing her eyes for a moment, she wished it was as simple as that.  “I have a meeting.”

“Cancel it,” he insisted.

She turned to face him and her heart skipped a beat.  With black hair and the bluest of eyes, Kyle had the physique of a wrestler.  He was so damn hot, she could feel the fire burn between her legs.  Again.

She’d only met Kyle the previous evening.  At a bar, nonetheless, but the moment he’d whispered something obscene in her ear, she’d felt the pull of his animal magnetism.

He kissed her neck and whispered those same words.  “I want to taste your pussy.”

With an intake of breath, she meant to push him away, but the moment her fingers touched his bare muscular chest, she was trapped.

“Come on, Baby.  I’ll go insane if I can’t lick you,” he declared.

Smiling, she lifted an eyebrow.  “Really?”

He grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his hard cock.  “I’m already a little insane.”

If that was insanity, she liked it.  She moved her hand over him.

“Mm,” he whispered, while undoing the buttons of her shirt.

She sighed in resignation.  There was no way she could think about work today.  “I’ll just ring the office.”

Kyle whipped off her shirt and bra.  “Later,” he muttered, taking a nipple into his mouth.

She arched her back and allowed his mouth to suckle.  The heat between her legs intensified.

Before long, she was completely naked, on her back, on the bed.

Spreading her legs, Kyle didn’t waste any time and lapped over her wet pussy.  She groaned at the contact.  He certainly was gifted.

His tongue swirled expertly around her clit, driving her to a frenzy.  She wanted more, so much more.  “Kyle,” she said, in a raspy whisper.

Kyle wasn’t about to be rushed.  He continued his concentration on her clit, licking and gently suckingthe sensitive nub.  Finally, he moved his attention elsewhere but didn’t abandon her clit altogether.

As his tongue darted in and out of her wet pussy, tiny tremors shot through Allie’s lower body.  Kyle pushed his fingers inside her while his tongue continued its onslaught.

She moved in rhythm with Kyle’s strokes, the tension quickly building deep within.

He moved his tongue frantically over her pussy.  He knew just how to please.  In a rush of splendor, the orgasm ripped through her being.  She cried out Kyle’s name, clinging to the bedcovers, as wave after wave of bliss shook her to the core.

Kyle wrenched every possible spasm from her convulsing body before moving over her on the bed.  His cock was hard and thick against her thigh, and she managed to open her eyelids.

Dangerous blue eyes stared back at her.  His mouth captured hers hungrily, proclaiming his lust.

In one swift movement, he plunged his stiff cock into her wet pussy and groaned against her mouth.

He thrust into her with long, hard strokes.  Allie could feel herself returning to a place she had left only moments ago.  The man was good.  So good.

She began to buck against him. Their bodies crashing together, thrust, by excruciating, thrust.

Her breaths were fast and ragged, as were Kyle’s, but she knew he had so much more to give.  After last night’s effort, she was amazed she could walk, let alone fuck, but she only felt pleasure.  So much pleasure.

Kyle was hammering her pussy.  Each plunge brought her closer and closer to her peak, and beyond.

With a jolt, the vibrations began.  Like flickering flames, they were fanned by Kyle’s extraordinary cock as he drove into her, time and time again.  Finally, the flames burst within her, like an inferno.

This time she screamed her shattering ecstasy.

Kyle’s momentum didn’t alter as he continued to fuck her.  The man was a legend.  Most men would have caved by now.

She watched him, groggily.  He really was beautiful to watch.  All muscle and sinew, sweat and sex.

Welcome Erotic Author - Tom Covenent

Yes it's me! Once again, with great pleasure, visiting Emelia Hayes Erotica!

Since I last visited, my collection of short erotic stories has been published by the excellent 'No Boundaries Press' and had a proper makeover! Previously self-published, the work named 'Tales of Masturbation and Imagination' has been renamed 'Wives Awakened', has been professionally edited and reformatted and has been given exciting new cover art!   

Those who already know my work know my preference for real life, real people, real sex, stories. But I have branched out and mixed erotica with my other favourite genre, magical fantasy! 

Here is an extract from the first part of my planned series 'The Princess of The Fall' part 1: Fallen, to whet the appetite...

...her breasts were small under a pale yellow satin blouse, her velvet russet bodice tightly laced to flatter with a generous cleavage. The edges of the bodice were intricately embroidered with complex patterns, scenes that seemed to shift and change in the flickering sunlight of the woodland path. As if enchanted fingers had worked magic with the golden thread, embroidered squirrels spiralled around the trunks of woven gold clad oaks. Their branches cast off silken leaves in an endless shower, laying down a fiery carpet stitched in red...

...don't worry, there is plenty of scorching hot sex too...

...leaning forward, she stretched her arms in genuflection to his presence, her eyes not breaking gaze with his. The crisp dryness of the leafy carpet pressed uncomfortably into her palms. Closing her eyes, she lowered her head. Her Rich red hair tumbled forward, merging with the shades of red and brown, leaf and earth and hair. Her nostrils were filled with the aroma of discarded foliage and earth, her ears with the satisfying crunch and rustle of his feet through brittle leaves. Hearing him making his way around her acquiescent form, she lifted her haunches high, her breasts pressing uncomfortably into the leaf litter, she felt just like a bitch presenting to a dog. The wetness of her arousal tickled as it trickled down the inside of her legs...

The Princess of The Fall is self-published and is available at...

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Wives Awakened is published by 'No Boundaries Press'

Life begins at forty and fifty is the new forty! This collection of six erotic short stories looks behind the closed curtains of suburban middle England, uncovering a red hot world of passion and desire. 'Wives Awakened' blows away forever the myth that middle age and middle income means the end of the female libido. Husbands beware, inside that elegant demure exterior, a cougar may be lurking; if she escapes, your life may never be the same again! 

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Evie's Pleasure

Here’s another short excerpt from my WIP

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Evie stifled the gasp in her throat.  Matteo’s eyes were black with fury.  She moved her gaze to Antonio who was by the front door greeting the buyers.

“Time to get to work,” Matteo growled and stormed off.

Evie let out a sigh.  So much for a new start.  Why had she been so impulsive? 

She gazed at Antonio, the essence of masculinity, and knew why.  The man was breathtaking, not only in looks, though his hot, sultry appearance was extraordinary.  But his mere presence was captivating.  And charm?  It oozed out of his pores.

She let out another sigh and met Matteo’s icy stare from across the room.  She shivered and hurried to the counter.

“Evie,” Antonio crooned as he placed a hand behind her back.  “Let me introduce you to Mr Laverton.”

The day went by in a blur.  She had met all the buyers, placed the orders, and sorted through the paperwork.

She took the last sip of her coffee and blew out a breath as she went through Antonio’s paintings.

Antonio poked his head around the doorway.  “Evie, bella, I have to go.”

Evie smiled.  They’d had barely five minutes alone since the gallery opened.  “Yes, you go.  I just want to finish up here.”

He moved toward her and placed a kiss on her lips.  “You’ve worked hard today.  Thank you.”

“That’s my job.”

His look was piercing and he nuzzled her neck.  “And you do it so well.”

Her heart raced and she wondered if he was referring to what they’d done in the office before the gallery opened.

He smiled devilishly, patted her derriere, and licked her ear.

She shivered and chuckled as he moved to the door.

He blew her a kiss.  “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She nodded and watched him exit, hoping the caterers had finished cleaning up so she could go home.

After the last order was invoiced, she picked up her things and prepared to leave.  A noise down the hall in Matteo’s office startled her.  She thought he’d gone. 

Slowly, she made her way there.  The door was slightly ajar and she peered in the room.  The scene before her took her breath.  Matteo was completely naked as was the woman he was fucking over his desk.

The erotic act stirred more than she liked to admit.   Matteo’s strong muscular body looked fluid and flawless.  Evie gave the woman a fleeting glance and realised she was one of the caterers.

As their performance reached a crescendo, Evie rushed back to her office.  Her heart was pounding.

She hid in the room for a time and then quietly ventured out.  She hoped they had gone.

As she moved down the hall, Matteo suddenly stepped out of his office.  He looked surprised to see her.

He frowned.  “I thought you left.”

She raised an eyebrow.  “What?  And miss that show?”

His frown deepened.  “What are you talking about?”

With a casual flick of her wrist, she retorted, “Oh, you know.  The exhibition in your office.”

Matteo’s gaze was hard and penetrating.

She took a breath for courage, intent on making him feel as small as he’d made her feel earlier.  “Tell me, Mr Barone, do you fuck all the caterers?”

Welcome Author Casey Sheridan

Thank you Emelia, for inviting me to your blog.  I am honored to be here.

When I had a blog, I used to do something I called Funny Words and Phrases. I would take funny words and phrases I've heard for certain body parts and acts, and then put them into a fun paragraph.

Since my erotic, short story, Corporate Spy, has a scene with masturbation I decided to use words and phrases for masturbation, specifically male masturbation.

Join me now for Funny Words and Phrases: Male Masturbation:

How many men out there admit to "playing tag with the pink torpedo"?

I have a feeling there's not many that are open about their "polishing the rocket".

Some of us women find it highly erotic to watch their man "feel in his pocket for his big hairy rocket. It can be a huge turn-on to see him "climb mount baldy”.

Let's face it, the whole purpose for "straining the main vein" is "to make the hooded cobra spit".  All of that can be some of the sexiest things to witness.

Tell me, what funny words or phrases have you heard, or used, for masturbation? And, ladies, do you find it erotic to watch a man "run his hand up the flagpole"?

Blurb

Sent to steal a secret file, Aimee breaks into the apartment of Bill James, the handsome employee of a rival company. But before she can get her hands on the file, Bill returns home unexpectedly.

Is Aimee caught in the act? Or is it mission accomplished?

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Casey Sheridan is the author of sensual erotica. She has been published by Breathless Press and Cobblestone Press, and has appeared on The Erotic Woman and RSVP-Erotica.                         

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Welcome Author Shandra Miller

Shandra is a mid-western gal who left home at 16 and never looked back. Eventually she made her way to Florida, worked for three years as a carnie and another three with a circus -- yes, a real, live, honest-to-god circus. Traveled all through the South and Mid-Atlantic, town to town, on the road eight months at a time.

Now she’s a small-town office girl, filing papers, answering the phone. She doesn’t own a cell phone or a TV, she takes long walks at night, lies in the grass in the day time and watches the clouds go by, and she writes erotica. Blazing hot erotica. And mystery stories dripping with lust, sex and suspense.

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You can also join her Lethal Obsession Blog Tour -- There you’ll find contests and giveaways, and a chance at winning a $20 Amazon gift card and an e-copy of all of her published fiction! 

LETHAL OBSESSION

A synopsis

Angela Martin is chief detective for the Moose Creek, N.C., police department, when a possible murder call comes in. At the scene she finds the body of a woman, hanging from hands bound overhead, eyes blindfolded, mouth gagged. Red whip marks crisscross the woman’s buttocks, the back of her legs. She recognizes the scene, knows exactly what happened to the woman before she died, because Det. Angela Martin was bound and blindfolded, gagged and whipped exactly as this woman had been. By a man she met on line.

A killer.

A master whose power over her is so strong she’s willing to risk everything – her career, even her life – to be with him again.

LETHAL OBSESSION is a novel of desire and domination, suspicion and fear, and the mysterious way those emotions mingle into an inescapable pull, one that might cost Angela her life. 

LETHAL OBSESSION

An excerpt

“Are you ready?”

His voice was still soft, emotionless.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Angela looked around the hotel room. It was a basic, cheap room – particle board dresser, large TV on top, a small desk next to it. In the space behind the door was an area designated as the closet. Her clothes hung there. She had locked her gun and ID inside the car, hidden away. On the nightstand sat her work phone – the one that would signal their time together must end if it buzzed.

She glanced back to the mirror over the dresser. Staring back was a person she recognized – physically, that is. It also might just have well been a stranger. She wore a red chemise. The front plunged so low that her breasts nearly spilled out. It was so short barely any of her legs were covered. Underneath she wore nothing.

“Door unlocked?”

“Yes.”

“Kneel.”

Angela went to her knees.

“Blindfold yourself.”

Angela placed the phone on the floor, next to her, covered her eyes with the scarf, tied it securely behind her head. She felt for the phone, put it back to her ear.

“Done.”

“Excuse me?”

“Sorry, done, Mr. Tanner.”

“Now the handcuffs.”

“Mr. Tanner, I cannot…will not be able to pick up the phone to let you know I’ve done that.”

“Just do it. I’ll be there when I decide you’ve had enough time.”

Angela put the phone down, felt for the handcuffs – she had purchased separate ones for use with Mr. Tanner, not wanting to risk even the slightest chance using department-issued ones could lead back to what she was doing. She snapped the cuffs around her left wrist, put her hands behind her back, paused for a few seconds, and then snapped the other cuff around her right wrist.

Oh god.

That was the only thought that formed, mingling with fear and a burning, almost primal sense of anticipation.

Angela wondered what she would look like to Tanner. She was kneeling, but not up on her knees. Instead, her legs were folded under her, her butt resting on her heels. She wasn’t sure if that’s how he meant for her to be, or if she should rise up on her knees, as she did in church as a little girl.

She waited, tiny trembles shaking her body every so often. How long? It seemed as if she had been there seven, eight, maybe even ten minutes, but Angela knew the time was probably much less. Waiting, in the dark, helpless, with a probable killer coming to have his way with her, time seemed to stretch and slow down.

I shouldn’t be here.

The thought stabbed through the haze of desire and mystery and fear, like the sudden emergence of a traffic light in a thick fog.

I need to get out.

Just as her body was about to respond to the thought, to rise up from her kneeling position, she felt lips press against her left thigh; fingers play lightly along her right one.

Oh my god.

She had heard nothing – Tanner, apparently, excelled at stealth as well as he did at understanding how to control her body, her feelings and emotions.

“Please?”

Please what? Please go on? Please take me? Please release me?

“Mr. Tann—”

Fingers pressed against her lips. Not hard, but firmly, enough to silence her.

As quickly as they had pressed against her mouth they were gone, then she felt them again…both of his hands, on her thighs, playing up and down her legs, massaging, caressing, his lips like feather touches across her chest, kissing, tongue licking, playing along her mostly exposed breasts.

*****

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Evie's Pleasure

It's been a while but here’s another short excerpt from my WIP.

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It took some time for them to return to normal. 

“Evie,” Antonio whispered against her ear.

The warmth of his breath made her shiver, and she looked into his fathomless blue eyes. 

“We better get back to work and let the buyers in, don’t you think?”

She nodded, feeling a little embarrassed.  She had never done anything like this at work before.  And this was a new job.

After cleaning up in the office bathroom, Evie smoothed down her clothes.  She walked back to the office where Antonio was waiting.

His smile caused her heart to flutter.

“You have a glow in your cheeks,” he said, as he reached for her.  He gave her a small peck on the lips.  “Let’s go.”

She followed him out to the gallery and clenched her hands together nervously.  She hoped no one would notice her discomfort.

Antonio walked off to the entrance and his manager, Matteo, spoke to him sharply before he turned her way.

She swallowed the lump in her throat as Matteo made his way to her.

“Well, congratulations,” he said snidely, “You’ve set a new record.”

“What do you mean?” she said with a lift of her chin.

He glanced at his watch.  “You’ve known Antonio for less than three hours and you’ve already spread your legs.”

Embarrassment flushed her cheeks.  There was nothing she could say to refute his words.

“I thought with your qualifications that I wouldn’t have to go through this again,” he remarked.

She frowned, becoming annoyed by his tone.  “What do you mean by that?”

He stared at her with blazing brown eyes.  “Antonio fucks all his assistants.”