Month February 2016

His Dangerous Proposal: A New Adult Erotic Romance

51axT9CRTgL._SX310_BO1,204,203,200_“Are you still at work?” I asked. The thought turned me on more than I realized. Did I want him to get caught? Not really, but the possibility was endlessly thrilling.

“Yes,” he said, but what really caught my attention was the discernible sound of his zipper being pulled down—did he want me to know he was fondling himself?

“Don’t get too busy,” I said with a laugh. “You’re supposed to be impressing me.

“Oh, you will be impressed, Nissa. I guarantee it. I live and die by my word.”

“Prove it, boss,” I teased.

“You’re insubordinate, and I like that in my women. Makes it so much more interesting when I break them.”

“Oh, you think you’re going to break me?” I challenged as my fingers played with the waistband of my pajamas.

“I know I’m going to break you. I’ll make you beg. Scream. I’ll make you mine. And then, when you’re so thoroughly fucked your legs can’t support you, I’ll ruin you for every man that’s to come.” (more…)

His Beloved Muse: An Erotic Time-Travel Romance

51QvE7nky7L._AA160_In my dream, the painter was intense and vibrant in a way that called to my soul. I couldn’t make out his face, but I knew that his eyes were as dark as his luscious hair. I laughed and smiled at him and he scolded me. Told me to stay still.

“Actually,” he stopped, mid-stroke. “Let’s try something else, shall we, cora?”

“What did you have in mind?” I asked back, voice throaty with my desire. We were lovers, everything in every fiber of my being told me so. When he painted, it felt as if I was the canvas, his eyes so passionate and detail oriented that it nearly felt like a caress against my skin. It wasn’t the first time he’d painted me and it wouldn’t be the last.

Of course not. I’m his muse.

The other painters at La Accademia have all told him how much his art has improved ever since…

Ever since I fell into his life. (more…)

Tonguing Tromp

51PBj-ljBCL._SX298_BO1,204,203,200_The weather is lovely and there was a huge crowd—especially for our little town. There had to be a good 200 people in the orderly seating, or sitting on lawn chairs placed symmetrically on the edge of the area with provided seats. The entire perimeter was surrounded by equidistant men in black suits, with sunglasses and earpieces and two lumps in their tailoring instead of just one. On both sides of the stage were massive speaker towers, covered with two giant American flags draped over their fronts. The long flags were billowing slightly as the J. Geils song ‘Love Stinks’ (which was followed by Guns ‘n Roses hit song, ‘One In A Million’) emanated from the stacks of massive 48” speakers.

There were also a couple obvious cliques amongst the stragglers and standers behind the prepared seating. One small group was composed of various ethnic people, a few wise-looking schoolmarm types, and the type of teenagers they called ‘thugs’ these days. Two of the other groups consisted of burly white guys in tight, identical brown t-shirts and blue jeans.

Whoa boy! All of this was looking wild to the eyeballs in the pretty face on the red head of my petite little 36DD-24-36 body! (Obligatory, hideously-configured sentence that must fail at arousing prurience, check.)

Everything was so HUGE! So TENSE! So HYPERBOLICAL! I couldn’t wait for the Donald to come out and Tromp on all of us! (more…)

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