Romancing Erotica

Someone asked me recently why do I write that kind of books. I'm not exactly sure what that kind of books mean but I write erotic romance because I feel, deep down to the cellular level every woman has it in her to want it, need, gotta have it. And men too. What woman doesn't want her man to drool when he looks at her?  What woman doesn't want to be touched and stroked and... yes, licked. Some may say they aren't into that but it's probably because they hadn't had the right touch, stroke or lick. I'm a firm believer what two consenting adults do behind their bedroom doors is private and between them, so if they want to tie each other up or find their own special position, have at it and have fun. I only wish for unknowing people to not reject it or frown upon it unless you have tried it. And, hey, if it didn't work the first time, try again. Third times a charm, right.

Anal August, Who knew?

Anal August, really?  Okay, so I've been running behind the eight ball for a couple of months now. Not sure what's happening, but I know I need to get a grip and get busy. Well, I didn't know it was Anal August until my great friend, award winning erotic romance author K.D. King told me. She is such a plethora of information. Sooooo, with that said, if you want to get a jump on that nice little anus of yours you should pop over to Kinky Dive Kronicles and check it out.  Here's the site so you can't say you couldn't find it. hehehe. I wonder what September is? I guess I better do some home work. www.kinkydivakhronicles.com/

My, Oh My! Sex Scene Saturday

The Young and the Restless

“You do something to me.”  She stroked his face.  “Not sure why, but you do.”  She leaned down and captured his bottom lip with her mouth.  She kissed him. It was soft and warm.  She trailed a line down his jaw to his neck, his chest.  Captured his nipple and gave it a light nip.   “And for some reason I can’t ignore it.”

Zion bucked up in the bed.  His eyes widened with arousal.  Confusion whipped across his face.  He couldn’t stand it.  His heart began to race and pound the tempo of a raging storm beating against rocks. 

“Stop.”  He gasped for air.  “I can’t stand this. Ohhh--” His words caught in his throat when she slid her tongue down his stomach and kissed the tip of his shaft.  The loud moan that permeated the room came from his throat and vibrated the walls.  He’d never felt anything like this before.  

“I didn’t think you meant it when you told me to stop.”  She took him into her mouth, held him there for a few seconds, sucking.  “I wouldn’t have anyway,” she said after she slid him out for a second.  “Don’t worry.  Relax and enjoy it.”  She slid him in and out of her mouth again, sucking, licking, ravishing.

Relaxing was out of the question.  Everything in the room swarmed around his head.  Vibrant colors, shapes, noises.  The sensations surging in his body began to vibrate like a volcanic eruption.  Every muscle in his body screamed, grew tighter.  His blood surged through his body, and his male phallic they called a cock. 

Her mouth stretched around him, sucked him and then she started humming and everything collided, fantasy and fiction, truth and lies.  Volcanic eruptions drew him tighter than a drum and then surged through his body.  Heat flooded him from his head to his toes, then through his cock.  He couldn’t control his body’s reaction to her touch as that same heat shot out his body and down her throat.   Tatyana worked her mouth sucking all of the heat from him.  She moaned, slid her mouth from him and sighed.  She relaxed when he stopped bucking and crawled up his body, laid her head on his shoulder and closed his eyes. 

“I wanted to do that since I saw you on the beach.”  She brought his hand up, cupped her breast with it and fell asleep.

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My, oh my! Sex Scene Saturday

THE SHADOW BOX

Excerpt

      “Ah, damn, baby. Why do you have on so many clothes?” His voice slid across her, heating her to the core, or was it from the core to the outside? Afryca Leigh wasn’t sure. The only thing she was sure of at that precise moment was that if he didn’t get inside her quickly she was going to die.

She opened her mouth to answer Simon when the sound of her tee shirt ripping snapped her mouth shut. She fanned her head from right to left, trying to make sense of it. The pleasure this man gave her was like nothing she’d ever felt before and probably never would again. Nonetheless, she wanted, needed more.

Simon pressed his mouth, his glorious mouth with those full, soft lips, between her cleavage. She attempted to suck in a steadying breath but it was no use. Her heart slammed against her ribs. Her lungs burned. He was killing her.

“I can’t wait to taste you.” He glanced up toward her face, winked and then lowered his head to her already hardened nipple.

He twirled his tongue around her nipple, sucked it into his mouth and nipped it. Her body jack knifed off the sofa, a moan poured from her throat.

“I gotta take this to the bed,” he said as he lifted her in one swift move, and cradled her to his body.

Sweat beaded his forehead and dripped down the chiseled muscles of his chest. This wasn’t happening. She’d dreamt of this day for over a year. She’d been invisible to Simon for as long as she’d known him. Sure they were friends, best friends, but you didn’t screw your best friends… or did you?

“Do you want me to stop?”

God no! Afryca shook her head.

“Then open your eyes and look at me.”

“I ca-can’t.”

“Than I’ll make you.” She felt her body press against the mattress of the bed, felt his body slid in beside her.

Immediately his mouth was on her. Tasting. Teasing. Pleasing. He kissed his way to her nipples, giving each one his undivided attention until her moans fractured the sounds of his breathing. He caught her nipple between teeth and tongue and tugged. The throbbing of her clit rippled to the magnitude of a megaton bomb, yet still it wasn’t enough. He licked his way to her stomach, a slow torture.

“Please Simon. Don’t tease.”

“This isn’t a tease, Afryca. This is a promise.” His hands pressed her knees apart until they were almost touching the mattress. He pressed his mouth to the lower pit of her stomach.

Please. If he does what I’m thinking…

“You still have on too many clothes.” His fingers of one hand slid between the lace fabric of her panty and skin while the other hand held her hips. His mouth kissed each inner thigh and then her heat. The panty was no obstacle. “Lift your hips for me baby.” Her panty slid away without pause.

“Please, Simon. I can’t stand it.”

His tongue flicked across her already throbbing bud and her mind fractured. Prisms of pleasure shot through her body, escalating her heartbeat to fever pitch.

“You like that baby,” he asked as his tongued slid slowly from one end of her heat to the other. It pressed against the opening and of her pussy and paused. He lifted his head and inhaled. “Damn, you smell sweet. Taste even better.” His tongue slid across her again.

“Oh, God. Simon please,” she was reduced to begging for release. She reached out, tried to grasp his head, still his motions.

“Um, uh. You don’t get to demand.” He crawled up the bed, kissing every inch of skin on the way and captured her mouth before she could moan her pleasure.

His hands were tantalizing her, torturing her. He massaged her breast, tweaked her nipples. One palm pressed against her mound and rubbed. The sensations were mind boggling. Her release was seconds away. If only he’d slide his cock into her wet heat. And she was wet. She felt her own juices soaking the insides of her thighs. He had to see her arousal. Hear it. Smell it. Taste it.

He slid a finger into her sheath as if he read her mind. “Afryca, baby, damn you’re so wet.” He then slid in two fingers and slowly pumped his hand.

“Ooh God, Simon. I’m gonna come!”

“Not until I’m in you.” He withdrew his fingers.

Damn him.

Simon tugged his shirt over his head, pushed his pants below his hips and kicked them off. He quickly pressed his body between her legs. His cock hard as steel and as thick as a rod pressed against her opening. He was huge. She wasn’t sure if he would fit. It had been so long since a man had been between her legs. And she has never felt such pleasure as the burning in her core as his cock stretched delicate tissue that hadn’t felt a man’s caress in years. The toys she owned didn’t even compare in the slightest.

“I need you inside!” She grabbed his hips. She wanted to pull him to her as she shoved her body up. There would be no wasting of precious moments this time. She wanted him in one grand slam.

“I need--”

“And I need you on top.”

Yes! Glorious yes! No way would she object to that. She have all of him and he her. She nodded, a rapid motion of the head, and closed her eyes. She knew as soon as he flipped their positions she would be impaled on him. Her peak was only seconds away. It had been building from her toes and touching the tip of her head. One slow glide of his shaft in her core move that would be it.

Simon grabbed her waist, and started to roll. The air left her lungs in one swift whoosh. It was as if she was air born. Afryca’s moans were replaced by a scream. Her body slammed against a hard surface, pain shot through her head and the remainder of air in her lungs was punched out.

Bam!

What the hell?

She opened her eyes and scanned her surroundings. Memory floated back at a snail’s pace.

Damn.

Double, triple damn.

The sun flitted past the partially opened curtains and brightened the room. The spread and sheets from the bed were half on the bed and half tangled in her legs, her feet. She brought her hand up to her face, stared at the cream coating her fingers. She sniffed her hand and blushed with embarrassment. Afryca shook her head and rubbed the other hand against the knot on the back of her head. She’d hit it when she fell out of the bed. Damn.

“Ah, hell.” She pushed the covers away, glanced at the clock sitting haphazard on the bedside table. “Shit, shit, shit.” She jumped up, wavered and grabbed the bed to steady herself.

Even in her dreams, Simon Ellery made her scream, cream and come all in one night. If only she could get him in her bed and between her legs for real.

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Thought I'd share a recipe with you. I developed and loved if from the first time I tried it.  A couple of years ago, I was in DC at a conferance and some friends and I decided to take in the Smithsonian Museum while were there. We visited the Native American museum and had lunch in the restaurant on site. They had the most amazing grilled corn on the cob. It blew me away. I love corn on the cob and decided to come up with a recipe that embodied the flavors and deliciousness I tasted there. So here it is. I call it Roasted corn.
What you'll going to need.
1 (12 oz) bag of sweet corn
salt
pepper
chili powder
Mrs Dash Feista Lime
Garlic powder
Emeril's Bayou Blast
sugar
Oil
butter
Now I'm sorry to tell you, there's only one thing Ms Alexis measures and it certainly isn't ingrediants to a recipe so you are going to have to trust me and follow your heart. Heat sauce pan and add just enough oil to coat the bottom. Add a pat or two of butter. (yes you can sub margarine if you must) And no, I don't know why I added the butter. If just sounded right. Who has corn without butter anyway. Add the corn to the pan and sprinkle the other seasonings on. Now, I only did a couple of shakes of all of the seasonings except the Garlic, Feista Lime and sugar. I only used a dash of sugar to cut the acid of the corn. The garlic and Festa Lime, I sprinkled heady amounts. The lime is what gave it the taste I captured from the museum. Garlic, I like garlic. You can't go wrong with garlic, unless you are sprinkling it in coffee or cereal. hehehe. Cook uncovered and stiring frequently on medium heat until the corn is heated and browned. Now, that's some good corn. Let me know how it turned out. Remember, you can adjust the ingredients anyway you like. Add or subtract. Yummy!

The Young and the Restless Excerpt

Zion lay awake for over an hour.  The room dark.  Surroundings unfamiliar.  A fear he’d never felt before swarmed around him.  Even the night he was pulled out to sea with that Tsunami paled to how he was feeling now.  The sound of Tatyana’s breathing purred in his ears.  She’d told him she didn’t feel comfortable with him alone in the other room as she crawled in the bed beside him.  Zion wondered if tomorrow would bring any answers to the many questions.  He glanced over at Tatyana, brought his hand up and stroked it alongside her face.  She was so beautiful.  He’d never seen anything so lovely.  Or at least he thought he hadn’t. His eyes blinked, closed and he dropped into sleep like a rock, too tired to resist any longer. 

The memories flooded in like a raging storm and washed over him and drenched his mind.  People arguing, screaming, begging to let him stay.  Water everywhere.  He drank it, lived in it.   Loved it. 

“You will see my wrath, Zion.”  Father Poseidon warned.  Wrath. “You will not like it.”

He called out in his sleep.  Felt the waves crash against his body.  His head hit the rocks and pain shot through his muscles. 

Tatyana’s hand rubbed across his chest and sensations stormed through him.  He let out a ragged breath, opened his eyes. 

The woman was still there.  Tatyana’s body was wrapped tightly around his, her arms enveloping him in a warm embrace.  Everywhere she touched him he came alive.  His blood began to course through his veins.  She slid her hand across his abdomen and the mere touch made his muscles twitch. 

“Do you like that?” her voice a soft purr against his ear, sleepy, deep. 

He could only nod, a slow movement of the head. 

“How about this?”  She cupped his balls and gave them a squeeze.  Zion jerked, settled and then moaned.  Her touch was a lover’s caress. 

Tatyana rolled him over, starred down into his eyes and smiled. 

“You do something to me.”  She stroked his face.  “Not sure why, but you do.”  She leaned down and captured his bottom lip with her mouth.  She kissed him. It was soft and warm.  She trailed a line down his jaw to his neck, his chest.  Captured his nipple and gave it a light nip.   “And for some reason I can’t ignore it.”

Zion bucked up in the bed.  His eyes widened with arousal.  Confusion whipped across his face.  He couldn’t stand it.  His heart began to race and pound the tempo of a raging storm beating against rocks. 

“Stop.”  He gasped for air.  “I can’t stand this. Ohhh--” His words caught in his throat when she slid her tongue down his stomach and kissed the tip of his shaft.  The loud moan that permeated the room came from his throat and vibrated the walls.  He’d never felt anything like this before.  

“I didn’t think you meant it when you told me to stop.”

Scorpion Queen

The Scorpion Queen, Blurb:

Mystical, magical and mysterious.

She’s every mortal’s dream and every mortal’s nightmare.  She will slip into your sleep and entice you, take you to heights you’ve never dreamed but beware, do not cross over without her call, because if you do she will …