Lisa Graham hugged to herself the memories of Interlude, the erotic pub that it seemed only appeared when it rained—and brought her unbelievable sex with the stranger, Mark. Scoping out Danny’s Pub, the bar that occupies the space when there’s no rain, she meets Jake, and falls into an erotic whirlpool that has a shocking surprise for her.
On the drive to her house, Jake fiddled with the radio until he found something soft and bluesy he liked then he eased one hand over to her thigh.
“If you distract me, I won’t be able to drive,” she warned him.
“Oh, I think you can multitask,” he told her. “You seem like a very smart lady to me.”
One hand slid beneath her skirt and she wished she didn’t have on pantyhose. His fingers caressed her inner thigh, soft as a feather, dancing on her skin in time to the music. His pinkie finger wiggled to her crotch, probing through the thin material of her pantyhose.
“Nice and wet,” he murmured. “I knew you would be. You have no idea the things we’re going to do together.”
Lisa didn’t know how she managed to get to her house without killing them, what with Jake probing her pussy and telling her what he wanted to do with her body. They were barely inside before he pressed her against the wall and took her mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue probing, demanding, locking with hers. His fingers threaded through her hair, holding her head in place as he licked her lips and nibbled on them, slanting his mouth this way and that to give himself a better angle.
When he finally broke the kiss, they were both panting.
“I want you naked,” he said in a guttural voice. “Now.”
She managed to get her jacket off before he brushed her fingers aside and took over himself. Buttons popped as he ripped open her blouse, deft fingers unclipped her bra. No sooner were her breasts free than he pulled one nipple into his mouth, circling it with his tongue over and over again. His hand kneaded her other breast, squeezing and rubbing it, chafing one finger back and forth over a nipple.
Lisa moaned low in her throat, heat sizzling through her body from her breasts to her cunt and all points in between. Jake’s mouth was a hot caress on her hardened, aching nipples, pulling them with his lips, drawing them out until they were swollen and engorged.
She wriggled her hands down to unbutton and unzip her skirt, barely kicking it away before Jake grabbed her pantyhose and thong and ripped them away.
“I’ll buy you new ones,” he whispered, dropping to his knees and trailing his mouth from the valley between her breasts to her mound. He hissed in a breath when his lips encountered naked skin.
“Do you like it like that?” she could barely get the words out. She’d shaved last night, hoping against hope that today it would rain and she’d find Interlude open again.
“I love it.” His words were muffled as he buried his mouth against her, his tongue following the line of her slit, lapping at her like a man dying of thirst.
He nudged her legs further apart, and she anchored her fingers in the thick silk of his hair for balance. His tongue was doing wonderful things to her, licking at the lips of her cunt, flicking the throbbing nub of her clit. His big hands gripped her thighs and his thumbs slid against her outer lips.
Then his tongue was inside her, fucking her, while his thumbs moved up to tease and torment her clit. Her lips moved as much as he allowed and she rode the stiff surface of his tongue. In and out it slid, in time to the movement of his thumbs on her clit. Faster and faster he moved, until the orgasm burst from her, shaking her so hard she would have fallen except for her grip on Jake’s hair.
His tongue never stopped until the last tremor had pulsed through her body and she pressed limply against the wall.
Jake rose to his feet, her juices glistening on his skin, a self-satisfied grin on his face. He kissed her, giving her an intimate taste of herself.
“One of us is overdressed,” he said, nuzzling her neck. Then he lifted her in his arms. “Which way’s your bedroom?”
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Stella and Audra Price do a phenomenal job at crafting a world in which submissiveness is actually very empowering and sexy- a phrase I never thought I’d say as the two concepts seem incompatible. And yet, Stella and Audra Price not only make it work but they excel in doing so. OF CRIMSON AND COLLARS is one very hot and spicy read!
Yes, it is quite a good, and we are happy that yet another reviewer got the scope of the work. It bodes will for the second book, To Collar and Keep, which is almost finished and will be in the hot little hands of our new editor before January.
So far we have had one bad review, and while I value the persons opinion (I dont get all wild over reviews that are less then stellar) I dont think they understood the book or the characters. It is interesting to me when a reviewer can't wrap their head around something that isnt cut and dry, and cant understand that not every hero out there has a heart of gold, or the best of intentions.
With this book, and this series, we wrote a society where women are considered property. Beautiful and coveted property, but property just the same. The ones that great up in this society take it as what the world is like (like any society that our Western asses think isnt fair for women) and they are content to live like that. There is no reason to feel outrage on the Heroine's behalf, because she doesn't see anything wrong with it.
I think that when we read, sometimes we let your own beliefs cloud the issues in the book and are upset when what we think is moral and right is either challenged or blown totally to hell. I think that as readers, we have to remember that stories are stories, and while its not what your used to, its what you escape to because what your used to isn't all that interesting... does that make sense?
Ben is a hard character to like if you take preconceived notions about what a hero SHOULD be with you when you delve into this book. Because outwardly hes very dominant and cold, you don't actually look past it all to see that this is a man that was left alone almost all his life, was orphaned when his parents disappeared, has family that weren't the most supportive of him dude to his mixed heritage and has powers that can not only slow time, but bind a women to him after sleeping with him one time. He is a hurt individual, and all hes wanted is someone to love and love him, but being that hes so screwed up from his upbringing, he doesn't know how to achieve that. With Minerva, he can keep his pride and sanity, but still get the girl.
Im glad so many do in fact like Ben. He is a character close to both our hearts, because hes so flawed and he's got to make a life for himself with his new identity, and well for us, hes going about it the right way. And in To Collar and Keep, hes still at it, only this time, hes learning what it Truly means to be Satyr. Ooh and in this one You can see how a Satyr that grew up in the federation claims a mate...
So thats all for my ramblings, I have much to do, and I'm sure you do to. Thanks for reading today and Happy Holidays!
While I know some of you will be right in the middle of Thanks Giving weekend (Happy Thanks Giving, by the way!) My thoughts are turning to another holiday.
I love Christmas. I love Christmas books too. There's one in particular that holds a special place in my heart. Almost a year ago, my first e-book came out. As you might have guessed by now, it had a Christmas theme. The Gift was released last December as part of Total-e-bound's Christmas Spirits Collection.
I can't believe it's been a whole year since I was first published. In some ways it feels like just days ago - in other ways it feels like years!
And, before long, I'll have come full circle with my books and I'm back to Christmas again. Gay Divorcee is coming to TEB next month. It's M/M and BDSM, just like The Gift.
To celebrate, I'm giving away a free copy of each book. Click here to find out how to enter.
Well, unless we understand how our brains work and harness that energy, that change may be more difficult than we counted on. In less than a month, we’ll be back to our old ways and dreaming of next year.
Changing our behavior is challenging, but it’s not impossible. And the rewards make the effort more than worthwhile. Think of the feeling of accomplishment of meeting your goals. Think of the empowerment, the rewards, and the impact on your self-esteem.
First, let’s understand the challenge. We don’t change without first having the thought that we want to change. The desire attached to that thought determines whether the change we want will actually work for us. As Napoleon Hill says, "Desire is the starting point of all achievement, not a hope, not a wish, but a keen pulsating desire which transcends everything."
The region of our brain called the basal ganglia controls cognition, learning, voluntary movement, and movement coordination. This is the place we “store” repetitive behavior, such as driving a car, so that we don’t have to consciously think of each step when we get behind the wheel.
Here’s the tricky part. New skills and ideas, as well as information, has to go through the prefrontal cortex. We move skills, ideas, info into the basal ganglia through repetition. Sounds easier than it actually is. Since the prefrontal cortex uses a lot of energy, our brains resist this. It’s easier to do what we’ve always done. (This explains why we give into temptation and sleep in on a Saturday morning instead of getting up and going to the gym!)
So how do we outsmart our brains? Repetition, repetition, repetition.
As Nathaniel Emmons says, “Habit is either the best of servants or the worst of masters.” We’ve heard it takes twenty-eight days to establish a new habit, and that’s a great place to start.
To really create new neural pathways, we need to do something for sixty to ninety days. And guess what? It takes up to 180 days (yep, half a year!) to have the information stored in the basal ganglia.
The good news is, by then, the new habit, the new strategy is second nature. Even better news, we can do this with several items at once. We can learn new eating habits, new writing discipline, and begin a savings plan, all at the same time.
With a goal, with the desire, with the determination, and with understanding how our brains can be outsmarted, success is within reach!
Here’s to YOUR success!
Then a miracle happened...her doctor was able to convince the insurance company to approve a bone marrow transplant despite her age (63) being beyond their normal range. That was followed closely by a second miracle...she didn't have to wait for a donor match. Her brother, who lived 4 miles away from her and was still in good health at 65, tested to be a perfect match for donation. Sibling donations have the highest success rate, and we crossed our fingers that Mom could hold out long enough to stabilize for and undergo the god-awful pre-procedure chemo and radiation.
So on November 25th last year, she was given the transplant, and we waited while her body fought both the cancer and the 'invading' new bone marrow cells. That Thanksgiving was filled with worry and hope.
As December began, she started slipping away. Her counts were proceeding 'normally', but she was becoming delirious and eventually unresponsive. An unexpected allergic reaction to her anti-rejection medication sent her into a coma due to fluid buildup in the brain called PRES syndrome. 2000 miles away, I could only wait for news. She was moved to intensive care and the second week of December I received a call needing permission to place her on a ventilator as a respiratory infection set in.
At that point I could wait no longer, and scheduled my flight to South Dakota. I hadn't seen her since August, and barely recognised her; her hair was gone, she was 30 pounds lighter, and all the medical support equipment... I walked into her empty house alone that night and it was the strangest sensation, as if she were already gone.
I sat by her bed for nearly a week with no response. I'd had the irrational thought that once there, she'd hear my voice and open her eyes, but that only happens in fiction I suppose. I lotioned her feet, tried to keep her bloody tears from drying on, and tried to talk. It was hard to know what to say, again where the movies and fiction have it wrong. Her hand was warm but dead in mine. During this time, her only movements were occasional gagging motions, and I asked, begged, pleaded, and finally demanded they remove the breathing tube. Their response was that she'd met every protocol except one; she had to be responsive before removal.
I was stymied by ICU staff and resp therapists at every turn until one day I finally spoke to the Pulminologist on the phone and reminded him that she's been unresponsive for days before insertion. After securing my permission to reinsert if she went south, he approved the removal, much to the dismay of the resp therapist who'd smugly handed me the phone in the first place, sure that the doc would support her instead of me.
She and the ICU nurse went through the shut-down and pulling of the tube. It was awful watching my mom's body fighting and gagging. But it was finally out. Then her eyes opened...
After weeks in a coma, when that tube came out, she just...woke up. The nurse asked if she knew who I was, and she said in a raspy, but clearly disgusted voice, "Of course! That's my daughter." Oh, that's my mama. You tell 'em, Mom.
While she'd been laying there, her body had been accepting the transplant. They moved her back up to oncology the next morning (that was a jolt, coming into her ICU bay and having it be empty!), and I flew home the day after, on Christmas Eve, to be with my girls for the holiday. And only two weeks later, she went home. Her mom, my grandma, who was 87, moved out to the farm to spend the rest of the SD winter with her and take care of her 'little girl' during her recovery.
Tomorrow is the one year anniversary of her transplant, and she is 100% donor cells and cancer-free. Her vision is still recovering, so she can't read...a huge blow for the person I inherited my bookishness from. And her hair has been slow to start growing again. But she is back driving again and doing for herself. Moreover, she's still herself, still Mom, still Mimi to my two girls and my brother's new baby boy, something that I almost gave up hope on during my vigil last winter.
Back 'round to Thanksgiving again, I am so thankful that my small family is not one person less this year. We had every reason to expect that she could be gone by now, but a few miracles later and I have something very real and concrete to be thankful for...my mom's future.
I'm also thankful for my publishers who have gone out of their way this year to support me. I can't say enough what that support has meant. So, thanks to everyone at TEB including Claire, Nicki, Janice, Jessica, and all the other hard working staff, editors, proofers, cover artists and authors. And of course I'd like to thank the readers, who make it all possible.
This is starting to sound like an acceptance speech so I'll just close with some reasons why I'm thankful to my mother. She'll never read this, and it's probably just as well. But I had to share!
Subject: 25 REASONS I OWE MY MOTHER FOR MY EDUCATION
1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.
'If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I've just finished cleaning.'
2. My mother taught me RELIGION.
'You'd better pray that will come out of the carpet.'
3. My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.
'If you don't straighten up, I'll knock you into the middle of next week!'
4. My mother taught me LOGIC.
‘Because I said so, that's why.'
5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC.
'If you fall off that swing and break your neck, you're not coming
shopping with me.'
6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT.
'Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident.'
(Note from Jenna: This really happened to me. The one accident I was in, I was wearing ratty underwear and I was embarrassed! Boy, was mom right on this one!)
7. My mother taught me IRONY.
'Keep crying and I'll give you something to cry about.'
8. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS.
'Shut your mouth and eat your supper.'
9. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM.
'Just look at that dirt on the back of your neck!'
10. My mother taught me about STAMINA.
'You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone.'
11. My mother taught me about WEATHER.
'Your room looks as if a tornado went through it.'
12.. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY.
'If I've told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!'
13. My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.
'I brought you into this world, and I can take you out of it.'
14. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOUR MODIFICATION.
'Stop acting like your father!'
15. My mother taught me about ENVY.
'There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do.'
16. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION.
'Just wait until your father gets home.'
17. My mother taught me about RECEIVING.
'You are going to get it when you get home!'
18. My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.
'If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to stay that way.'
19. My mother taught me ESP.
'Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?'
20. My mother taught me HUMOR.
'When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me.'
21. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.
'If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up.'
22. My mother taught me GENETICS.
'You're just like your father.'
23. My mother taught me about my ROOTS.
'Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?'
24. My mother taught me WISDOM.
'When you get to be my age, you'll understand.'
25. My mother taught me about JUSTICE.
'One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you.'
LOL - Okay, I have kids, and they turned out better than I could have imagined. But it's a great time of year to stop, reflect and be thankful, even if it is a bit tongue-in-cheek.
Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate it!
Anson woke in a room that smelled like earth and spice. A trio of candles burned on a table across from the bed on which he lay, illuminating what looked like someone’s bedroom. The sheets under his naked body felt soft and silky. But when he turned his head to see more, stars exploded behind his eyes. Terrific.
He groaned and clutched his head, irritated that the ache increased with every brush of his hair against his temples.
Pup? Anson blinked in the dim lighting and saw a man’s form part from the shadows, appearing as if by magic. Though extremely tall, he moved with an unconscious grace, like a wolf. Yet he didn’t smell like kin. At the moment, he didn’t smell like much of anything, which was very, very odd. He wore only a black pair of trousers and nothing else. Bronze skin covered a broad chest and muscular arms corded with strength. Long, black hair framed a masculine face and stubborn chin. The man’s bright green eyes regarded Anson with interest, and when Anson sat up too quickly, the man narrowed his gaze, as if concerned.
The physical aspect of the man said “I’m human,” but those eyes screamed wolf. Anson lifted his head and sniffed again, irritated when the man smiled and stepped closer.
“Stop,” Anson growled, perceiving the hidden power of a dangerous threat. When the male moved again, he forced himself off the bed to his feet. Dizziness assailed him, followed by a swift, piercing carnal ache.
“Very nice, indeed,” the man murmured, his gaze on Anson’s thickening shaft. “The Wolf in the Forest is a blessed lady, isn’t she?”
“She?” Anson shook his head, trying to regain his wits. “The spirit has no gender. It’s Wolf and all that wolf entails.”
“And what is that, my pet?”
“I’m not your pet.”Anson shifted to the balls of his feet, ready to leap to his defence if need be. He felt like shit, but he was uneasy that the stranger continued to advance. One door to his left looked to be the only exit. “Who the hell are you? Where am I?”
“And why are you here, I suppose? All great questions.” The giant toyed with the waistband of his trousers, forcing Anson to noticed the large cock straining the material. Hell. The guy was huge, and aroused. Definitely not a wolf then, because male wolves didn’t engage other male wolves for sex. At least, not that he’d ever heard. “You’re just outside the city, near the humans across the world from your precious forest.”
“Sorcerer, I should have known,” Anson sneered, while stunned to be so far from home. But how else to explain his sudden shifts in place?
“Sorry, no. I can’t claim any ties to those evil mortals and their dark arts. Unless you’re speaking carnally, and then I’m your man.“ The male grinned, exposing a set of fangs, and Anson froze. “My name is Master--”
“Master? Are you fucking kidding me?” Fangs? What the hell was he? Not wolf, not shifter, not human. What else was there?
The man chuckled, and Anson was discomfited to feel an answering jump in his pulse. “My name is Masterson. William Masterson. You can call me Liam.”
“Yeah, okay, Liam. You want to tell me what you are and why I’m here?”
“You haven’t introduced yourself yet, son of Lycos. A rudeness, and one that needs to be corrected.”
In a flash, Liam rushed Anson and knocked him onto the floor. They struggled until Liam unleashed a burst of strength and flipped Anson onto his belly. Liam’s larger body blanketed his, and to Anson’s shock, he felt Liam’s cock through that thin material prodding his ass.
“Get off me.”
The scent of sex filled the air, and Anson tried to ignore his body’s response. He started to transform, then suddenly stopped. Liam didn’t struggle to keep him pinned down. If anything, the male lifted himself up to allow Anson more space.“What are you doing?”
The absurdity of the moment took him by surprise, and he snorted with laughter.
“Is it working yet?” Liam whispered into his ear. The thready sound sent shivers down Anson’s spine, and his dick spiked, needing instant relief. From a male? He’s bewitched me!
“My pet wolf is a liar. Tsk tsk.” Liam licked his ear, then thrust his tongue inside.
The sheer carnality of the moment stole Anson’s breath and turned him into a mass of need. When Liam took one hand off the floor and shifted over him, Anson could have escaped. Curiosity, and something else he didn’t want to admit to, kept him still.
Liam quickly settled back down on top of him. This time, he shoved his bare cock between Anson’s ass cheeks. And by all that was Wolf, Anson liked it.
“That’s it, pet,” Liam breathed and slid his cock along Anson’s crack, not penetrating, but increasing the friction of his cock and balls over Anson’s flesh. “So soft. So very, very warm.” He nipped at Anson’s neck, the prick of sharp teeth causing pain. But when he licked it away, Anson groaned. “Delicious. Yes, give me a taste more.”
Liam placed his mouth over Anson’s shoulder and bit down. The pain shocked Anson out of his haze, and he struggled to escape. But his bucking only excited Liam to suck harder, to thrust faster against his taut backside. Wishing the erotic play didn’t excite him so much, Anson tried to resist but found himself losing the battle as Liam’s scent mingled with his.
Research Hits a New High Thanks to Northbound Leather
I have to say that
Last year the annual event caught my interest, but I wasn't able to attend. This year was going to be different. This year I was going to be there. Believe it or not, I was a bit apprehensive about going to Tribe, an event Skin Two billed as 'the world's biggest single fetish night'. The picture on the Northbound Leather publicity postcard didn't do much to alleviate any of that apprehension.
See what I mean.
Even though my fetish experience is slim, my curiosity isn't and I made plans to attend.
This was Northbound Leather's 13th edition of what has become the world's largest fetish party. Each year the event has a different theme and 2009's was Tribe. And I was there. Along with two thousand other people, who came together at The Sound Academy for dancing and dungeon play, and all dressed to highlight their particular fetish. Here's a description of what the whole thing was about.
THEME and FASHION SHOW DETAILS:
Tribe is the story of a young man’s journey or rite of passage into manhood. He will be put through initiation ceremonies, which he must pass in order to be a full-fledged member of the tribe.
Some of those activities include:
- Play Piercing
- Fire Play
- Blood Sports/Cutting
Be prepared to have your senses overwhelmed with true fetish fantasies awakened.
Be prepared to join people from all over the world expressing their deepest desires in the way they dress and play at this once a year spectacular event.
Be prepared for the BIG ONE.
Now you see why I was a little bit apprehensive. But there was absolutely no reason for that apprehension. The whole thing was just incredible. The party started at 9:00 at night and dancing went until 6:00 the next morning. I left about two o'clock when my poor feet couldn't stand another minute in the high boots I was wearing.
As soon as I got there, I wandered around looking at all the amazing people, waiting for the fashion show that was to start at 11:00. Sean John Maggs (that's his Facebook name) generously allowed me to use some of his photos of people in the huge crowd.
While we were all mingling in the huge, cavernous expanse of The Sound Academy, those who had paid the price of a VIP ticket were being wined and dined upstairs. They also had their own play area. Thank you to Miklos Legrady for the wonderful images of the VIP area. I love the shot of the
Miklos also took some great shots of the dungeon area on the main floor.
As my brain registered what it was seeing, I remembered the call that went out for people to take part in the 'fashion show'. The look for the models is real people who have tattoos, piercings, scarification, branding, alternative looks and body modification. Real people are being used, not models, to fit the bill.
What followed was not a fashion show like any I've ever seen. It was an erotic, provocative, incredibly elaborate, sexy stage show following a young man’s journey or rite of passage into manhood. The audience was captivated as we went along for the ride and what a wild ride it was. Remember the activities listed above? Bloodletting, cutting, fire play etc This is where they all came into play to provide an absolutely unforgettable experience for the audience. The 'actors' gave an incredible look at the array of people who move through a world in which I have very little experience.
Thanks to Sean's wonderful photographs, I'll take you through the journey we went on: Tribe.
It was one of the most incredible experiences of my life. Northbound Leather put on an absolutely amazing show and I can't wait for next year.
Oh, did you wonder what I wore? What's my fetish? I'll post some photos and yes, it really is me.
I have no idea what story will come out of this amazing adventure or when. But I have to say that going to Toronto always makes for interesting writing.
Thank you to Northbound Leather for hosting such a mind-blowing event and to Sean and Miklos for allowing me to use their photos. I hope the photos have come through all nice and evenly spaced like they were when I set up the page.
Don't forget to check out Indulge Me, my story in the Naughty Nooners anthology. It takes place in the largest gay spa in Toronto. Here's the blurb.
Keane Daniels has received an anonymous note summoning him to Indulgence, one of the largest gay spa and bathhouses in Toronto. Since he's in unrequited lust with his boss, Keane thinks a clandestine tryst might just take his mind off his gorgeous colleague.
Rayche Marquette has wanted Keane since hiring him, but being his boss means Keane's off limits...until Rayche decides he can wait no longer and reserves the Wet Area of the spa so the two of them can spend a Naughty Nooner together.
Rayche and Keane meet in the elegant shower area, but when Keane discovers the sender of the note is his boss, his reaction is not what Rayche expects. Keane rebuffs him, thinking the lunch hour adventure is a lark for Rayche, a meaningless liaison. For Keane, that can never be enough with this man. How can he convince Rayche to turn their Naughty Nooner into a lifetime commitment?
See you next month,
Tales to seduce and entice...