tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74161337998663273132024-03-13T05:32:17.557-07:00Steamy SpiceM.K. Elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04473515225273567250noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416133799866327313.post-48977595934616239282013-01-30T03:57:00.000-08:002013-01-30T03:57:19.351-08:00New Release! 'Model, Wanted' (BDSM serial)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I have a new release out! Model, Wanted, is the first part in my new serial. I plan to release a new chunk every couple of months so if you'd like a little sample of what's to come, keep reading for a super-sexy excerpt.</span><br />
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'Model, Wanted' is available to buy from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Model-Wanted-Part-One-ebook/dp/B00B7N6SGO/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1359546214&sr=1-2&keywords=model%2C+wanted" target="_blank">Amazon</a> and <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/280023" target="_blank">Smashwords</a> for only $0.99!<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Blurb:</b></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Eric
Rutherford is a photographer with aspirations. At the top of his game, he
creates images for five star hotels and portraits for wealthy families. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But
Eric has a dream. He longs to create erotic art. He has an eye for a woman’s
beauty, but he doesn’t just want to photograph a woman naked, he also wants to
tie her up, and down. He wants to bind rope across her breasts, tight enough
that the rope leaves an imprint on her skin. He wants to have her on her knees,
with her hands handcuffed to her ankles. He wants to whip her rounded pale
bottom with a leather flogger, and then photograph the red stripes.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">So
his search for his perfect model begins and when an advert brings the
beautiful, blonde Anya into his apartment, his one fear is that she’ll say no.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Follow
erotic photographer, Eric, and model, Anya’s sexy exploits as they push the
boundaries of not only their art, but their relationship. How far will they go
to fulfill their sexual and artistic desires?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<b><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Excerpt<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span lang="EN-US">Back in his apartment, Eric </span></b><span lang="EN-US">waited for<b> </b>Anya with his
nerves on edge. Not only did he have a hundred things he wanted to ask her, he
also had something prepared which he hoped she’d want to do.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">She
walked into his apartment and headed straight to his studio area, not
mentioning what had happened earlier. He couldn’t let it go so easily.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“What
were you doing at the university today, Anya?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">She
turned to him with her innocent smile. “Perhaps I was following you.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Really?
How did you know where I’d be?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">She
shrugged. “I saw a poster in the hall. I’m a student at the college.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Is
that right?” He didn’t know whether to believe her or not. She was such an
enigma. He couldn’t tell when she was being serious.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Am
I not allowed to speak to you outside of this apartment?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Yes,
of course you can.” She always managed to trip him up. “I just …” <i>Want to know more about you.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">He
couldn’t say it, not allow her into his life as any more than a subject of his
art.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Good.”
She smiled. “So, what do you have planned for me today?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">From
his box of tricks, he lifted a length of hemp rope. Her eyes widened, but she
nodded and began to undress.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This
was his time now. He would take control of her, harness her to his own will. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">He
bound the rope around her body, first around the narrowest part of her waist,
knotting it at her navel. Then he brought one end up, between her breasts and
across, to loop over her shoulder and down her slender back, down to her waist.
He repeated the motion with the other end of the rope, tying it tight so the
ridges dug into her soft, delicate skin. The result was that the rope tightened
around each breast individually, squeezing them toward him. Her nipples were
rock-hard, crinkled peaks, and he longed to touch them, graze his palm across
the hardened nubs. But he did not.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“It’s
not hurting you?” he asked.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Her
lips were slack, her breathing shallow, but she shook her head. “It’s fine.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">He’d
finally managed to affect her, he could tell.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Eric
stepped back and lifted his camera, moving around her to snap shots of her
bound breasts, stomach, and shoulders. Already, he could see the red marks of
the rope and the thought of removing the rope to photograph those marks made
him dizzy with anticipation.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But
he wasn’t finished yet. He picked up another length. “Can you handle more?” he
asked.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Yes, oh, yes.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Gently,
he reached down and nudged her naked thighs apart. Again, he started with a
loop around her waist, knotted, instead, at the base of her spine. This time he
headed downward, pulling the rope between her thighs so it pressed between the
crack of her buttocks. He looped it back over the length of rope at her navel
and pulled tight, the coarse rope pressing between the delicate lips of her
cunt, right against her clitoris. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Anya
gasped and then exhaled a small, shuddery breath.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Is
this okay?” he asked her again, not wanting to hurt her, but still wanting to
take their art to the edge.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">She
nodded frantically, “Oh, yes.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Eric
continued to wrap the rope around her body, framing her buttocks, encasing her
thighs.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Lie
back,” he instructed. “Spread your legs.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">She
did as she was told.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Such
perfect contrast, the coarse material against the delicate lips of her pussy.
The contact against her clit sending the blood rushing to her most sensitive
area. The inner lips almost purple with stimulation. He took a number of shots.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Turn
over.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">She
rolled onto her stomach. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Lift
your ass in the air.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Every
movement would be creating more friction against her clit. He saw her arousal
in the wetness on her pussy lips when she lifted her ass for him, heard it in
the moan she tried to stifle against the wooden floor. The rope hid the perfect
star of her anus and, for that, he experienced a momentary dip of
disappointment, though it didn’t last long. He knew what his next project would
be—to capture her sweet little ass. Perhaps she would even allow him to
penetrate her with something? He had a slim, silver butt plug that would look
stunning as it slipped into that tight little hole, the light glinting off the
metal.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Oh,
fuck. The idea caused more blood to rush to his cock, his balls tightening, his
dick throbbing. Or perhaps his cock would look better in her ass, swelling the
spot at her lower back as he held himself deep.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">He
had to stop now.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Okay,”
he forced himself to say. “I think we’ve done enough for today. You did
beautifully.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">She
turned her head to look at him. “You’re not going to leave me like this?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">How
did she mean, still tied up or ultimately unsatisfied?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“No,
of course not.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">He
got to his knees beside her, carefully undoing the knots around her middle.
With tenderness, he unraveled the rope, revealing the red marks he knew would
be imprinted into her skin. The rope fell in a pile beside her and she rolled
her shoulders, about to move.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Wait,
just one minute.” He held a hand out, stilling her. “I can’t miss this.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Eric
grabbed his camera again, taking shots of the imprints on her skin, her
shoulders, hips and thighs.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">She
turned her face to him, her eyes locking with his. “Are we done?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Yes.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The
air between them buzzed with tension. He wanted to kiss her, but he forced
himself to step back, needing to keep control of himself. His life was about
control, a strict regime which kept him on track. If he allowed himself to veer
to far from it, he didn’t know if he’d find his way back again. Desperate to
create perfection, he’d suffered from obsessive behavior about his work when
he’d been younger, something that had plunged him into a depression, feeling
like he’d never be able to achieve what his heart and soul desired. He’d work
every hour, trying to obtain that perfect image, neglecting sleep and food,
running himself into the ground.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Would
she be his downfall? he wondered. Or his savior?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">***</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="text-indent: 0px;">'Model, Wanted' is available to buy from </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Model-Wanted-Part-One-ebook/dp/B00B7N6SGO/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1359546214&sr=1-2&keywords=model%2C+wanted" style="text-indent: 0px;" target="_blank">Amazon</a><span style="text-indent: 0px;"> and </span><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/280023" style="text-indent: 0px;" target="_blank">Smashwords</a><span style="text-indent: 0px;"> for only $0.99! </span></span></div>
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M.K. Elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04473515225273567250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416133799866327313.post-72910576655609136702012-10-26T03:21:00.000-07:002012-10-26T03:21:05.403-07:00New Release: A Sexy Festive Excerpt<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNg6UpNQJ8Y/UIph0CmvSkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/51zvAmJ7MDQ/s1600/ChristmasMale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNg6UpNQJ8Y/UIph0CmvSkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/51zvAmJ7MDQ/s320/ChristmasMale.jpg" width="212" /></a></div>
With the leaves turning russet and falling to the ground, it's hard to ignore that the festive season is almost upon us!<br />
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I love Christmas and this year I've decided to release a festive, sexy short story especially for the season. 'Christmas Male' now available to buy from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Christmas-Male-M-K-s-Singles-ebook/dp/B009SW96WE/ref=sr_1_sc_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1351246300&sr=8-2-spell&keywords=christmas+mle+m.k.">Amazon</a> for only $0.99!<br />
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Keep reading for the blurb and a little teasing excerpt...<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Thirty-two year old divorcee, Erica, is alone on Christmas Eve with only a bottle of Baileys to keep her company. Even worse, she’s still awaiting the delivery of her daughter’s main present – even though her daughter is spending that Christmas with her ex-husband. </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">She’s about to give up when the delivery guy arrives. He’s young, smoking hot, and seems to be interested in Erica.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Perhaps she won’t be spending Christmas alone after all...</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">*** ‘Christmas Male’ is a short story of approximately 5,000 words. It includes scenes of explicit sex, anal play, and some sexy fun with a bottle of Baileys!***</span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He focused on her with
those piercing, blue eyes and something inside her quivered, tightening her
nipples once more and causing her pussy to pulse. Heat rose from her chest,
flushing up her throat. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Erica cringed. He must have
noticed the effect he had on her. How embarrassing. He’d probably go out later
and tell his friends about the middle-aged, horny housewife he had practically
coming in her panties.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">You’re
only thirty-two; hardly middle-aged...<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">She realized he’d said
something and her humiliation deepened. “I’m sorry, what?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I said, sometimes it’s
easy to get tired of those parties. Sometimes it’s nice to actually sit down
and have a conversation with someone... one-on-one.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The way he said ‘one on
one’ with a deliberate hesitation made her wonder. Was he coming onto her?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“So your daughter isn’t
here at the moment?” he enquired.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“She’s at her father’s
until tomorrow lunchtime.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“With your ex-husband?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Yes, we alternate
Christmases.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The intensity of his
stare deepened, his gaze trailed down her body and back up again, before coming
to rest on her face. “I can’t image any guy wanting to give up Christmas with
you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">She wasn’t imaging
things. He was definitely flirting with her. Despite the excitement fluttering
in her belly, her sensible, parent-head remained on her shoulders. She was a
grown-up. She didn’t play games.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Erica sat back. “Listen,
I’m not in the habit of getting it on with the delivery guy, I want you to know
that. I’m not the type for some young guy to come in for a quick screw so he
can go out and brag to all his friends.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He leaned in closer.
Suddenly his lower lip seemed fuller than before, a slight crease down the
middle, bite-ably so. <i>What would it feel
like to run the tip of my tongue down that crease?</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“It’s not like that,
Erica,” he said, his eyes searching hers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“No?” Her voice came out
husky. “What is it like?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Let me show you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He leaned in and hesitated
once again, waiting to judge her response. The couple of drinks she’d had gave
her some courage. Though her heart pounded and every nerve screamed this was
nuts, she didn’t pull away. Instead, she closed the gap.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">His mouth pressed
against hers, hot and soft. Erica parted her lips, tasting coffee and alcohol
as his tongue eagerly delved into her mouth. Fire raced through her and she
crawled across the couch, deepening the kiss. Her body seemed to act of its own
accord and her thigh stretched across the thickness of his, straddling him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Erica laced her fingers in
the soft curls at the nape of his neck. Their tongues touched and danced,
exploring each other’s mouths with sudden hunger. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">His hands caressed her
body, skimming over the surface of her sweater to cup the weight of her breasts.
He squeezed the firm mounds, thumbs grazing her nipples, causing them to harden
to a point of pain. Erica arched her back, pressing her tits into his hands.
Scott got the message and took her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He
pinched the nubs hard enough to make her gasp, her pussy clenching in response.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Was
this really happening? <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Erica ground down on him
like a horny teenager, the ridge beneath his jeans pressing against the thin
material of her black pants. The contact fit perfectly between her pussy-lips,
and she felt her juices wet the lace of her panties, soaking right down to her
pants, and leaving a damp patch. She rocked her hips, the pressure against her
swollen clit sending sparks racing up through her core, tightening deep in her
uterus. Her fingers slid from the back of his neck, traced down over his broad,
hard chest, until they hooked beneath the soft cotton of his t-shirt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">With a slightly awkward
movement, she pulled the shirt up over his head, exposing his young, lean body.
She paused, drinking him in. Her ex-husband was in his early forties now and
had developed a certain thickness to his torso. This guy was pure muscle, as
though his skin had been glued straight on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">But he was too good just
to look at; the ripped muscle and smooth skin begging to be touched.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Her fingers trailed over
his chest, thumb brushing the hardened nub of his nipple. The sensation created
a fire in his eyes and it was Scott’s turn to lace his fingers in her hair, bringing
her in for another kiss. His hands left her hair, skimming down her back to
grab the bottom of her sweater and pull the clothing over her head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The soft material being
tugged over her head forced the kiss to break, but when he discarded her
sweater on the floor she didn’t seek out his mouth. Instead, she lowered her
lips to his chest, her tongue sneaking out and trailing a wet line down to his
nipple. He inhaled and squirmed as her tongue circled the peak, her teeth grazing
over the sensitive flesh.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Erica moved lower,
sliding from the couch to the floor between his thighs. She looked up at him, meeting
his gaze, and popped the button of his soft, blue jeans. The bulge of his
erection created an impressive lump and she wasted no time pulling down the
zipper, freeing him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">His cock sprung out to
meet her eager mouth; his erection hard, the head smooth and purple. She stuck
out her tongue and tasted the salty fluid leaking from the tip. His scent
filled her nostrils—no aftershave or deodorant, just the musky and definitive
scent of man.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Her mouth engulfed his
erection and she stretched her jaw wide around its girth. She swirled her
tongue over the head and then sank lower, drawing more of him in, wanting to
take him deep. She maintained eye-contact, loving the expression in his eyes as
he struggled to control his urge to give in and fuck her face. Instead, he held
back with impressive restraint, allowing her to slide her mouth up and down the
length of his dick, keeping her lips tight to create friction while sucking
with just the right amount of pressure. Her tongue ran down the underside of
his shaft as she moved back and forth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Scott’s hips began to
jerk, his cock swelling in her mouth. Not wanting him to come, she gave the
base of his erection a firm squeeze and released the suction on him with a wet
pop.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Fuck,” Scott muttered
above her, though she didn’t know if the swear word was due to pleasure or
frustration....<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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M.K. Elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04473515225273567250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416133799866327313.post-67616438030122985692012-08-17T01:00:00.000-07:002012-08-17T01:00:03.357-07:00Some More Erotic Fiction - 'Doing the Devil'.<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Doing the Devil<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Sienna
always hated dress-up.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Even as a kid,
she resented having to peel off her own clothes to pull on the personality of
someone else. She felt confident with who she was and didn’t want to disguise
herself. Yet, still, every year Halloween came round and she was expected to
become a different person.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Tonight was no
different. Now twenty-eight years old, her good friends—a married couple called
Christian and Maggie—were throwing a party and she’d been invited. Though
reluctant to make an appearance, she worried too many no-shows to this type of
event would eventually result in her total exclusion from society.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">So Sienna donned
the unimaginative but customary ‘sexy witch’ outfit, complete with stockings, a
very short skirt and a witch’s hat, and headed out to the party. Pausing on her
friend’s doorstep, she smoothed down her skirt and repositioned her hat. Music
and voices blared from behind the door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Knowing no one
would hear her knocking, Sienna let herself in. Bodies pressed on every side,
drinks held in hand. The other guests eyed her as she passed. Most of their
faces were hidden behind masks—ghosts, goblins and ghouls—and she had no idea
if she knew any of them or not.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">She spotted
Maggie in the kitchen, doling out drinks to her guests. Maggie had gone for an
outfit almost as unimaginative as her own—a cat—and black lycra clung to every
inch of her extremely curvy body. A mask adorned her face, with not so cat-like
sparkles all over it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Maggie saw her
coming and waved a hand, beckoning her over.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Hi!” she
exclaimed. “I’m so glad you came!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I can’t believe
you force me to come to these things. You know how I hate big parties.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“You can’t stay
locked up in your house on your own for the rest of your life. You’re going to
die an old maid.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Thanks,” she
said. “But sometimes I think dying an old maid would be preferable to making
small talk to a load of people I not
only don’t know, but whose faces I can’t even see.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Maggie shoved a
large glass of cold white wine into her hand. “Here, get that down you. It’ll
help loosen you up.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I hope that
wasn’t a jibe at me being uptight.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Never.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Sienna scoured
the party-goers, trying to figure out if she knew anyone. Someone caught her
attention but it wasn’t because she knew him. One of the guests stood aside
from everyone else, not making the customary small talk or even drinking. Sienna
caught his eye and had to stop herself stepping back in surprise. He had the
most amazing amber eyes she’d ever seen—like those of a lion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">His face had
been worked in some kind of make-up, like rippled, burned skin, and painted
red. The red paint continued down over his naked upper-torso. He must have
waxed because not a single hair marred his smooth skin or ruined the perfect
paint job. Fur harem pants covered his lower half and bizarrely, big biker
boots completed the outfit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Despite the
hideous disguise, Sienna couldn’t miss the broad shoulders and well-rounded
curve of this particular trick-or-treater’s biceps. This guy was a hunk of beef,
despite the freaky outfit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Who’s that
guy?” she asked, nudging Maggie in the ribs and nodding over at the well-built
stranger.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Maggie’s eyes
narrowed behind her cat mask. “I’m not sure. I think he came with one of
Christian’s friends. Of course it’s hard to tell with that weird mask, but I’m
pretty sure I’d have clocked that body before if I knew him. Now please excuse
me, I have to go mingle.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Her friend
sauntered away, leaving Sienna standing in the kitchen feeling awkward. She
took a large swig of her wine, hoping to relax. Her eyes were drawn back to the
spot where she’d seen the man in the red make-up and her stomach dipped in
disappointment. He’d gone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A voice spoke
next to her ear, “I couldn’t help but notice you’ve been staring at me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Sienna jumped
and spun around to find the man she’d been watching staring down at her. His
huge frame dwarfed her petite five-foot-four stature. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Her cheeks
flushed. “It’s the outfit,” she said. “I’ve never seen anything quite like it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Thank you,” he
said, smiling at her, revealing beautiful, straight white teeth. “I always like
to make an effort.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">She raised her
eyebrows. “I can see that. What’s your name?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Prince,” he
told her, no hint of a smile on his face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Sienna grinned.
“Prince of what?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Prince of
darkness.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">She laughed,
“Don’t tell me you’re like one of those method actors who always stays in
character.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Now he smiled,
flashing those perfect teeth. “No. I come in many forms.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Her eyes roved
his chest. “I bet you do.” She dragged her eyes away, aware that she was
blatantly perving. “So who do you know here? Did you come with some of
Christian’s friends?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Oh, I know
pretty much everyone,” he laughed. “But that doesn’t mean I enjoy hanging out
with them. These things are always a bit much for me. I prefer things to be on
a more intimate scale.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">His words rang
true to Sienna. Perhaps she and this beast of a man had something in common?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I’m the same,”
she admitted. “I can’t stand big parties.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“So let’s go
somewhere more private,” he said, moving to take hold of her hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Hey, no,” she
said, batting his hand away. His brazenness had taken her by surprise. “I don’t
like men who play dress up.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">But he leaned
toward her, his breath fiercely hot against her ear. “Who said I had dressed
up?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A delicious
shiver ran down her spine and settled deep in her pussy. She couldn’t deny this
guy was unbelievably sexy. Even through the make-up, she could still see his
luscious full lips and the depths of those amazing amber eyes. It had been
awhile since she’d been laid bare in the hands of a man, and this guy seemed
like a very good place in which to break her famine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Sienna slipped
her palm into his large hand and before she knew what was happening, he’d
whisked her through the throngs of people and into one of the bedrooms. A pile
of coats were bundled on the bed and she stood beside it, once again feeling
awkward.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Turn around,”
he instructed, his eyes burning in the dim light.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Burning? How could they be burning?</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">But she didn’t
get the chance to think about it any further because he pulled on her arm and
twisted her around so she faced the bed. Her heart pounded in her chest. <i>This was crazy! She didn’t do things like
this.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Yet somehow she
wanted to. She never did anything out of the ordinary and here she was, about
to put herself in the hands of this bizarre but charismatic man.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He bent her over
the bed and pushed up her skirt, flipping it over her back. She stood, exposed
in her panties, suspenders and heels, but even this modicum of clothing didn’t
last for long. His hot hands slid down the curve of her hips, catching her
panties in his fingertips. In one smooth move, he rolled them down over her ass
and thighs. Sienna stepped out of the ring of lace and he tossed them away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">His hot hands
cupped her buttocks and his thumbs ran down the crack of her ass, dipping down
into her pussy. Moisture flooded between her folds and her inner sheath
clenched in anticipation. She’d never wanted to be penetrated so much in her
life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Heat radiated
from his skin, burning into her back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">How could someone survive with such a fever?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Sienna ignored
all the questions going through her head, lost in the sensation of his hot hands
massage her sopping slit, rubbing back and forth, sliding further between her
labia just a little more each time. Pleasure soared through her body, making
her head spin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">She moaned and
pushed her ass back, hoping he’d get the message and push inside her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He got the
message, but it wasn’t his fingers he penetrated her with.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Instead, the
fat, bulbous end of his cock pushed against her pussy. Feeling how big he was,
Sienna spread her legs further, opening her cunt for him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">With a single,
smooth motion, he pushed inside her, filling her. Sienna gasped—she’d never
been filled so completely before and her inner muscles stretched to their
limits to take him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">She dropped her
hands to the bed, using the support to hold herself upright.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">His cock reached
up inside her as though it were an individual being, writhing, stroking,
twisting. It seemed to touch every part of her, like an inquisitive animal
nosing against her most intimate parts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Sienna twisted
her head around to get sight of the amazing cock, thrusting in and out of her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">His hand was
wrapped around his thick length, pumping himself back and forth, masturbating
over her back. Sienna’s mind blurred. If he was touching himself, then what the
hell continued to thrust its way in and out of her pussy with such finesse?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Her eyes widened
as she saw something else reaching from between his legs; something long, and
thick, and scaly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A tail? Surely he wasn’t fucking her with a tail?!<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">She tried to
step away, but he caught the back of her neck in one long-nailed hand, holding
her still.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">I’m imaging things</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">, she told herself, unwilling to
remove herself from the crazy pleasure coiling and twisting deep in her cunt.
She’d never experienced anything like it before—a whole new level of being
fucked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He stomped on
the ground, the sound like horses’ hooves. She glanced back to see his head
tipped back, his lips parted as he revelled in his own pleasure. But just
before she turned back to the bed, she caught a glimpse of something white and
curved growing from his forehead—horns!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The fear she
should have felt was smothered by the ecstasy racing through her body. Nobody
had touched her in such a way before, as though he stimulated the essence of
her soul.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">To add to her
pleasure, he reached around her body and his burning fingers found her swollen
clit. Already engorged with arousal, the added heat and pressure of the
circular motion he applied tipped her over the edge.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Suddenly her
orgasm mounted through her, too powerful for her body to contain. The room swam,
her consciousness washed away, battered by the storm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Just before she
lost consciousness, he leaned over and kissed the back of her neck, his lips
burning her flesh, and she heard him say,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Now you are
mine.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Sienna woke up
on the spare bed, confused and disorientated. From outside the bedroom door,
the sounds of the party continued—music playing, laughter, people talking. She
remembered what had happened and sat up, looking around. Her lover was no
longer in the room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Remembering how
he’d kissed her, she got to her feet and made her way to the mirror. A light
switch was beside the vanity stand and she flicked the switch, flooding the
room with light.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Sienna twisted
her neck around. Reflected in the mirror, her pale skin was now branded with a
red birthmark in the shape of a kiss.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Prince of Darkness,</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> he’d told her
was his name.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">And now she was
his queen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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M.K. Elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04473515225273567250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416133799866327313.post-37948513682339466472012-06-13T12:32:00.001-07:002012-06-13T12:32:42.583-07:00The Importance of Sex in Erotic FictionNow this might seem like a silly topic. After all, erotic fiction is all about the sex, isn't it? However, when a friend of mine wanted to read my latest novella, <i>Sextraterrestrial,</i> said she wanted to read it for the storyline but she'd skim over the sex, I realised how important the sex actually was to the story.<br />
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Okay, we all like our erotic fiction to leave us squirming in our seats or even taking part in a little one handed reading, but the sex in erotic fiction is so much more than that. When done well, it's about growing the characters - their relationship with each other and within themselves. It's about building trust and discovering as side of themselves they may not have known existed before.<br />
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During sex, we're often at our most vulnerable and exposed. It's a time when we're as intimate with another person as it's possible to get.<br />
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In <i>Sextraterrestrial</i>, the main character, Jessie, is suffering from agoraphobia after losing her husband suddenly two years earlier. She's confined to her house and no longer does the one thing she loves, which happens to be writing. She's closed herself off, both physically and emotionally. It's not until a mysterious stranger - in the form of a hot, naked man appearing in her backyard after a lightning storm - enters her life that she allows herself to explore all the sides of herself which she's blocked out for so long.<br />
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Would I have been able to write this book with the bedroom door closed? Yes, I would have, but it wouldn't have been anywhere near as emotional as the book I did write.<br />
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<br />M.K. Elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04473515225273567250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416133799866327313.post-20246680787343393682012-05-28T02:12:00.001-07:002012-05-28T02:12:17.359-07:00Words: An Erotic Short<i><b>Content Advisory: For Mature Readers Only.</b></i><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">
On some occasions, they have no need for words. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He takes her to an expensive restaurant where they sit
across from each other, ever the smart, sophisticated, beautiful couple.
Beneath the table, she spreads her legs for him, the clingy black dress she
wears riding up her slim thighs. He knows she’s not wearing panties; he watched
her dress. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Above the table they continue their conversation; careers,
house prices, hobbies. But beneath, he reaches out, his fingers walking their
way up the length of her leg toward the wet cleft between her thighs. Using his
index and forefinger, he strokes her shaven folds. He peels her open before plunging
his fingers into her depths.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
To the rest of the room, they continue their charade. He
holds her gaze, almost challenging her to break from the act, to cry out.
Hidden from view, he finger-fucks her, adding a third finger and then a forth,
impaling her on his hand. The waiter comes to the table to pour them some more
wine. He stills his hand, though his fingers remain embedded in her tight
sheath. She offers the waiter the briefest of smiles. Her chest is flushed, the
color creeping up her throat.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The waiter moves away and he continues his movements,
sliding his fingers in and out. His thumb finds her clit and he hooks his
fingers inward, locating the fleshy pad on the inside of her walls that he
knows will send her over the edge. He works her clit in small circles, his
fingers now held deep, but still moving inside her. The scent of her arousal
lingers on the air and she comes fast and hard, all words failing her. Her
hands bunch above the tablecloth, her eyes squeezed shut. She’s trapped inside
herself, focused only on the waves of pleasures clutching her in their grip.
But not a sound is uttered from her lips.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And then she comes back to him.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
At home, he pushes her onto the bed, wanting to finish what
he started. He clamps his hand over her mouth, preventing any words. He drives his
cock hard into her pussy, pinning her arms above her head with his other hand.
Only their cries and breathing fills the room as they join themselves together.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But sometimes words are needed—coarse, harsh, vulgar. He
wants to hear the come from her mouth, from the sweet lips that talk so
politely to strangers, but with him reveal a different kind of woman
altogether.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh yes,” she gasps as she kneels in front of him, his dick
brushing her soft lips. “I want to taste your big, hard cock. I want you to
fuck my mouth.” Her tongue flicks out, sweeping the clear drop of pre-cum from
his slit. “I’m going to lick you and suck you. I’m going to make you come so
hard.” She sinks her hot, wet mouth down the length of his dick and her words
are muted. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He takes over. “I love it when you suck my cock. You’re so
fucking good at that.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Emboldened by his words, she goes deeper, drawing him to the
back of her throat. “Suck it harder, baby. Use your tongue.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She does as he tells her, rubbing her tongue along the flat
underside. As she bobs back and forth, the tight circle of her lips creates a
friction that drives him insane.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She stops before he comes, his dick slipping from her
perfect mouth, and crawls up onto the bed, wiggling her heart-shaped bottom as
she goes. “You can put it in any hole you want,” she entices. “My tight, wet
pussy or even my ass.” She reclines on the bed and gives him a naughty smile.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He climbs on the bed with her and suspends himself above
her. He applies attention to her small, jaunty breasts. Her nipples have always
been slightly too large compared to the rest of her tits and he enjoys sucking
their lengthened peaks to the roof of his mouth, rolling the hard nub with his
tongue.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I love it when you suck on my nipples,” she tells him,
watching him with heavy-lidded eyes.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Spread your legs for me, baby,” he says.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He moves down her body, his tongue tracing a wet trail down
across her flat stomach and then pubic bone. He stops between her thighs; his
tongue finding the little bud nestled below the small patch of tight curls. Her
taste is so familiar to him, it could be his own.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
With his tongue and fingers, he brings her close, but before
she tilts over the edge, he lifts his mouth from her. “Turn over. I want to
fuck you from behind.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He likes to watch his erection slide between her swollen
pussy lips, slick with her juice. He builds up his momentum, the pleasure of
her hot cunt gripped tight around his erection making his head swim.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You dirty, fucking slut,” he says. “Dirty, bitch, whore.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And somehow these words notch everything up a level, excite
them both.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Fuck me harder,” she tells him, watching him from over one
shoulder. “I want you big, hard dick to pound me so hard it hurts.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He takes her at her word, his hands gripping her hips, his
fingers moulding into her flesh. He uses her momentum to drive himself deeper,
harder, faster.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Say it!” he tells her as she slams into her, balls deep.
“Tell me what a whore you are.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I’m a dirty little whore,” she says between gasps. “I’m
your filthy little slut.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
This final admission tilts the axis and they both find their
release. He comes inside her with grunts of pleasure, shooting hot steams of
cum. Her pussy contracts and pulses around him and she cries out, her head
hung, her back arched.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
They collapse; a mass of heavy breathing, sweat-soaked skin
and hot flesh. They curl together as he grows soft inside her and their
breathing returns to normal. Her plants a kiss on her shoulder and pulls her
against him.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And they need their words no more.</div>
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<br />M.K. Elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04473515225273567250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416133799866327313.post-35263121496143357002012-05-06T09:44:00.000-07:002012-05-06T09:44:42.753-07:00Sextraterrestrial - Chapter Three!Sextraterrestrial will be available to buy from next week! You can catch up on <a href="http://www.steamyspice.blogspot.co.uk/2012/04/sex-traterrestrial-chapter-one.html">Chapter One</a> and <a href="http://www.steamyspice.blogspot.co.uk/2012/04/sex-traterrestrial-chapter-two.html">Chapter Two</a> buy clicking on the links.<br />
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<b><i>Content Advisory: Contains explicit scenes for an 18+ reader only!</i></b><br />
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<b><u><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Chapter Three</span></u></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Tao gathered her up</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> in his arms and carried her
into the sitting room. Gently, he placed her on the couch, her ravaged body
pressed against the soft cushions. He stretched out beside her and pulled her
into his arms, once again. Jessie laid her head on his smooth chest. So much
time had passed since she’d been this close to a man, not since Jeremy died.
The thought of him sent a pang of guilt through her. She shook the emotion off.
Jeremy was dead. She hadn’t cheated on him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Yet still this situation was hardly
normal; to experience such intimacy with someone she’d only just met and in
such strange circumstances.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Who are you?” she asked, lifting her
head to look at his face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">He smiled at her, “Tao.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Yeah, I got that bit,” she smiled back.
“I guess I meant, where did you come from and why did I find you naked in my
back yard.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">His eyes clouded. “I don’t know.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“What do you mean? You don’t know how you
got in my back yard?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 312.5pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">He shook his head. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">She was almost scared to ask, “Do you
remember what happened to your clothes? Not that I’m complaining, of course.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“The first thing I remember is hearing
your voice. The next thing I remember is seeing you. The third thing I remember
is tasting your lips.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">She shivered against him, a delicious
thrill racing through her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“All I know is you,” he finished.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“You have to have come from somewhere.
Someone will be missing you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Alarmed, she grabbed his left hand. <i>Thank God.</i> No sign of a wedding ring, or
even an indent or tan mark where one might have recently been. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Perhaps we should get you to a hospital.
Obviously something has happened to you for you to suffer such total amnesia.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“I don’t have amnesia.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Jessie sat up slightly, propping herself
up on her elbow. Naked, she suddenly felt exposed, as she hadn’t before.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“But if you don’t remember who you are or
where you’re from, you must be suffering from amnesia.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Maybe I don’t have any memories to
remember.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Well you weren’t born in my backyard, a
grown man.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Her own memories flashed through her
head, how he was naked, how he seemed unsteady on his feet. <i>Like a newborn foal</i>—she had thought it
herself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">This was nuts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Tell me about yourself.” He reached down
and linked his fingers through hers. “All I want to know is you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“You’re not going to turn out to be a lunatic
are you?” she said. “Considering what we’ve just done, I’d really hate that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“I’m not crazy. If you want me to prove
it to you, I will. I will go to this place, the hospital, if you think it might
help. I’ll do what I can to make you happy.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“This isn’t about me,” she said, but the
old familiar spikes of pain speared through her, the panic clutching her heart,
stealing her breath. Since Jeremy died, she’d gone no further than her own
property. Going back to the hospital, to where her husband had died so suddenly,
filled her with fear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Jeremy had always been such a healthy
person, which was why it had all been such a shock. He’d worked the land she
now rented out, physical hard labor which kept him busy from dawn to dusk while
she holed herself up in her office to write. When he came home from the corn one
day complaining of a headache and dizziness and then lost consciousness, Jessie
had called an ambulance. The distance they were from the local hospital had
worked against him and by the time he reached the hospital, an embolism had
left his lung and penetrated his brain. The doctors could do nothing more for
him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Other than Jeremy’s funeral, she’d not
left the house since. She could make it into the fields surrounding her, but
any further made her heart beat in a way that terrified her, her head pounding
with a pressure that convinced her that the same thing would happen to her.
Sometimes she thought it might be a good thing, for death to take her the same
way, but ultimately she was still a coward and death terrified her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Why does the hospital scare you?” he
asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“How did you know I was scared?” Her voice
came out as little more than a whisper.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“I sensed it in you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“My husband died there,” she said. “He
suffered a blood clot in his brain and he went into a coma. I had to make the
decision to turn off his life support.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Unexpectedly, her eyes filled with tears
and she blinked them back. One minute Jeremy had been a strong, healthy man
with his whole life ahead of him, the next he’d been reduced to nothing more
than a beeping machine and a final decision.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Tao reached down and touched her damp
cheeks. “Why are you doing that?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Doing what?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 176.25pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“This... wet.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“You mean crying? Why am I crying?” Jessie
didn’t know whether to be alarmed or touched. In reality, she was a mixture of
both. “You must be from another country,” she said, half laughing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Tao remained silent beside her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">The sound of claws tapping on the wooden
floors headed toward them and moments later, Buddy’s scraggly gray head poked
around the door. The dog’s intelligent black eyes sized up the new arrival.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Jessie smiled, “Hey, Buddy.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">The dog hesitated and then trotted
through the door and up to the couch. Tao reached out a hand and Buddy paused
before prodding a wet nose against Tao’s palm, his tongue flicking out in a
welcoming lick.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Jessie laughed, “He likes you.” Such a
small thing, but the dog’s acceptance made her whole body sag with relief. She trusted
Buddy to be a good judge of character.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">The shrill ring of the doorbell pierced
the relative peace of the house and Jessie sat up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Oh shit.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Buddy ran for the door, barking in short,
high-pitched yaps.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Who the hell
could that be?</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">
She rarely had visitors.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Jessie ran for the kitchen to grab the
clothes she’d tried to get Tao in before and scooped up her own panties and
vest. Tao followed so she turned and threw the clothes at him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Get dressed,” she hissed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">The doorbell rang again—insistent—Buddy’s
barking trying to drown out the sound. Whoever was at the door wouldn’t give
up. This was a small community and everyone knew she never went out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">She couldn’t answer the door in her
underwear. In a fluster, she raced to the front door and yelled through the
wood, “One minute!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Jessie ran up the stairs, two at a time,
to grab a pair of sweat pants. She pulled them on and made her way back down
the stairs to find Tao standing in the open doorway, her neighbor, Pamela
McCarthy fawning over him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Panic launched at her and her mind raced,
thinking of ways to explain his presence.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Pam!” she exclaimed. “You’ve met Jeremy’s
cousin! He’s been living overseas for a number of years and wasn’t able to make
it to the funeral. He’s just got back in the county so I offered to put him up
for a while.” She felt as though she’d vomited the words, spurting them out
without thinking them over first. Her cheeks flared with heat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">The older woman looked at her, one
eyebrow raised. “I’ll bet you did.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Pamela…” Jessie warned. Pamela was known
for her gossiping. In fact, Jesse wouldn’t be surprised if someone had seen or
spotted something different and sent her over on a fact-finding mission.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“It’s lovely to meet you…?” she said,
holding out a hard worn hand to Tao.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: center 227.35pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Tao,” he finished off for
her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Tao? That’s an unusual name.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Like I said,” said Jessie. “He’s from
overseas.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“So he’s actually <i>from</i> overseas? He wasn’t just away for awhile?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Was there anything I can do for you?”
she said, deflecting the onslaught of questions with one of her own.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">The older woman patted the back of her
hair. “Oh, there’s been more reports of these circles appearing in the fields,
especially after last night’s lightning storm. Have you seen anything strange?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Like a naked man
in my backyard?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“No. Like what?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Kids messing around. We’ve got to do
something to put a stop to the damage they’re causing—literally thousands of
dollars worth.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“If I’d seen anything, I would have
called the cops,” she said, wanting to steer Pam away from Tao.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Sure, honey, I know you would have. I
only wanted to remind you to keep your eyes open. Most of this is happening on
your land, after all.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Look, Pam, we’ve got plans, so if you
don’t mind…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Oh!” the older woman said, delighted.
“You’re getting out and about again.” Her eyes flicked over Tao’s musculature
shape. “Good for you, girl.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Yeah, thanks,” she said, walking toward
Pam, forcing the other woman to back up toward the front door. She finally took
the hint, peering around Jessie’s small frame to catch one last goggle at Tao.
Her eyes roamed his body before she finally accepted that she was getting her
marching orders.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Well, keep an eye out for anything
strange,” Pam continued as she backed out of the doorway and down Jessie’s
front steps. “And make sure you have a lovely time with your… visitor.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Thanks Pam,” she said, lifting a hand in
a wave. “I’ll let you know if I see anything.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">With relief, she closed the door on both
her neighbor and the rest of the world. She turned, her back against the door,
to find Tao watching her with a smile playing on his lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“She means well,” said Jessie. “But
people around here have no concept of the word, ‘private’.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“She’s worried about something.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Yeah, some kids mucking around in the
crops—playing at alien landings or something. I actually think they’re kind of
beautiful, but then I’m not the one losing money.” Jessie narrowed her eyes at
his perfectly dressed body. He seemed to be remembering how to do things again
quickly enough. Even his speech was pretty much perfect.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Tao took three steps forward, closing the
gap between them and scooping Jessie up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Hey!” she laughed. “What’s with the
Neanderthal-act, carrying me around with you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Do you mind?” He motioned to set her
back down, but she shook her head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“It’s weird, but good-weird.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Her arms wrapped around his strong neck
and he lowered his head to hers, capturing her mouth in a kiss. His warm, firm
lips pressed against hers, teasing her lips open. She opened her mouth to him
and his tongue slipped between her lips, touching hers, tasting and teasing.
The kiss grew more intense and she pressed herself against his body, her
breasts crushing against his broad chest. Despite having been so desperate to
get them dressed, Jessie suddenly wished the clothing they wore no longer
existed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Bedroom,” she breathed against his ear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">He carried her up the stairs, her arms
still loosely slung around his neck, as though they were a newlywed couple.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“That way,” she said, motioning with her
head the direction of the room. Tao grinned and tramped his way to the bedroom.
He laid her out on the bed and then stood above her, his hands on his hips, his
eyes roving her body. Jessie stretched out under his gaze like a cat in the
sun. When he made no attempt to climb on the bed with her, she half-sat,
propping herself up on her elbows.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“What are you doing… or not doing?” she
asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“I’m just looking at you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Why?” she laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Shut up!” she said, grabbing her pillow
and flinging it at him. Tao caught the pillow with one hand and threw it back
at her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Hey! It’s like that is it?” She picked
the cushion back up, heavy feathers sinking down to one end. But Tao didn’t
give her a chance for a repeat attack,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">In a swift move, he caught her wrist,
pressing her back against the softness of the bed. His strong body eclipsed
over her and she melted against the mattress. Tao’s eyes studied her face,
flicking over her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Stop looking at me,” she whispered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">He grinned, flashing straight, white
teeth. “How about less staring, more action?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Jessie wrapped her thighs around his hips
and, digging her heels into his hard ass, pressed his groin against hers. The
ridge of his cock met with her mons and she ground into him, pleasure
tightening deep in her pussy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“That sounds like a plan,” she said,
pulling herself up to kiss his bitable lips. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Their tongues danced, hot and moist. His
lips crushed hers and their need for each other mounted. She pressed her clit against
the hard ridge of his cock and he pushed back, in hard, rhythmical motion like
two teenagers heavy petting, only the cotton of her sweatpants preventing him
from penetrating her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“I want to taste you,” he said in her
ear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Jessie held her breath in anticipation as
Tao worked his way down her body, first kissing the delicate skin of her
dellecotage, down over the top of her vest. He paused over her breasts, sucking
her nipple through the thin material, his teeth grating the hard peak, leaving
a dark, damp patch on her shirt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">He left her breasts and tugged up her
top, kissing her stomach. His tongue dipped into the hollow of her navel,
making her squirm, before heading lower. Her heart thumped as he pulled off her
pants and then rolled down her panties and knelt between her legs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">With her thighs spread before him, Jessie
knew she should feel utterly exposed, yet she didn’t. How could she feel so
relaxed with someone who was basically a stranger? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Tao lowered his face to her pussy, but
before he made contact, Jessie remembered something.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“No, wait!” she said, her hand on his
hard shoulder, halting him. “We just… you know. You can’t go down there. Not
until I’ve a least taken a shower.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Still propped halfway down her body, he
lifted his eyes to hers. “Nothing on you could ever taste bad.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Hmm, even so…” She pulled herself up the
bed, away from him. “You can always join me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">His smiled broke into a grin. “I don’t
know what a shower is, but if it’s with you I think I will enjoy it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Jessie arched her eyebrows. “You don’t
know what a shower is?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“You didn’t write about a shower.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Are you telling me everything you’ve
learned if from what you read on my laptop? How did you even read so fast?” Her
thoughts tumbled over themselves. “How did you even know how to read if you
don’t even remember what a shower is?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“I can’t explain. I looked at the words
and understood them.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“You’re weird, you know?” she said, only
half joking.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Tao grinned in response.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Jessie pushed away any sense of unease
threatened to interrupt either her sense of bliss or the possibility of getting
Tao’s amazing body hot and lathered in her walk-in shower.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">She grabbed his hand and slipped her legs
off the bed. “I don’t care. Just come with me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Doing as she said, Tao followed; his
long, lean legs traipsing across the bedroom floor to follow her into the
bathroom. Jessie leaned into the cubicle and turned on the shower. The water
warmed quickly sending steam into the air as the jet drummed the porcelain
floor. She turned around to find Tao had rid himself of his pants and now
stood, naked, his hugely erect cock bobbing before him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Jessie raised her eyebrows. “Wow, you
certainly don’t believe in wasting any time.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Not allowing her any more words, he
stepped forward, his erection meeting her first. He reached out and hooked the
bottom of her vest, pulling the material up over her head, before quickly
stripping her of her panties. The swollen, smooth head of his cock nudged her
flat stomach and she reached down, circling her palm around its girth. He was
almost painfully hard, the skin hot against her hand. She pumped his length
with slow precision. Her thumb smoothed over the slit, smearing his dick with
his own secretion. Tao moaned, his face intense with concentration. She watched
him, loving how she was causing this reaction in such a beautiful man. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Water continued to hammer down behind
them, the room quickly filling with steam. Keeping a firm hold on his cock,
Jessie stepped back, pulling her with him, into the shower.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">With no other choice, Tao moved with
her—literally led by his dick—and they both stepped under the big, silver
circle of the showerhead. Blessedly hot water hammered down on Jessie’s
shoulders and she slid her hand from his cock to reach between his legs and cup
his balls. Her index finger slid along the flat base of his perineum, her
fingertip grazing taut ring of his ass, eliciting a sharp intake of breath and
a lurch from his cock.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Jessie dropped to her knees before him,
keeping up the massage of his balls and perineum, and the occasional brush of
his anus. Water drummed her back, but her face was out of the flow. His thick
erection bobbed in front of her and she caught it with her other hand,
steadying the perfect dome of his head at her lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Tao looked down at her with heavy-lidded
eyes. His lips were slack with lust and as she sneaked out a tongue and lapped
at his pre-cum, he gasped. She parted her lips and circled his cock, tasting
salt and musk and the faint hint of her own juices. She swirled her tongue around
the bell, and then ran her tongue up along the flat underside. Closing her lips
around his length to create both friction and suction, she pushed lower. He was
big enough that she had to adjust her jaw slightly in order to take him in.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">His jaw length hair fell about his face
as he looked down at her, to watch his cock moving between her lips. Water
dripped from the ends of his hair and coursed down his muscular chest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Then he could watch no longer and he
closed his eyes, his head tilting back. He put out each hand and steadied
himself on the glass sides of the shower, his biceps bulging with the force he
exerted. Though concentrating on the job at hand, Jessie did have enough
insight to worry about the glass panels shattering.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">His cock began to swell in her mouth as
she sucked him harder and faster. But his hand in her hair made her pause and
above her he gasped, “No wait. I want to be inside you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Jessie slowed her movements and gave his
balls a gentle tug to slow him down. While she was happy sucking him until he
came, the thought of getting fucked in the shower was simply too much of a
temptation. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">She allowed his cock to slip from between
her lips and gave its tip a quick lick before traveling back up his body. His
arms wrapped around her waist and he kissed her, deep and hungry, his erection
held tight between them. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Jessie reached behind his head and took
the shower gel from the metal holder. She squeezed a small pool of the fruity
scented gel onto his palm before doing the same to herself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Starting at his chest, she soaped him
down, running her palms, slippery and wet, over his hard muscles of his chest,
the ridged of his abs, back down to his cock. Getting the idea, Tao rubbed the
soap between his own palms and began to lather her up, starting by smoothing
his hands across her shoulders and heading straight down to her breasts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">While she continued to massage his cock,
soap slicking the way, his large hands caressed and molded her breasts, gently
kneading the sensitive globes outward to pinch the nipples between his thumb
and forefinger. The lubrication of the shower gel only heightened her pleasure
as he pulled her nipples into firm peaks, despite the heat of the shower.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">He caught her mouth in a kiss once again
and every spark of pleasure soared down through her body, tightening deep at
her core. Her pussy pulsed, making her even wetter than she already was, and
she wanted him deep inside her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">She broke the kiss. “Now! I want you
now.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">The water had already washed most of the
soap away. Tao reached down, his fingers molded into the firm flesh of her ass.
With his forearms supporting her thighs, he lifted her with ease. He moved
forward and her back met with the cool glass of the shower cubicle.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Jessie’s legs were already spread for
him, her thighs wrapped around his hips, her heels digging into his ass. Tao
lifted her away from his body, allowing his cock to position between the hot, wet
folds of her pussy. He held her there, the head swelling between her lips and
she arched her hips forward wanting to impale herself on him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Tao spoke, his mouth warm against her
ear, “Slow.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Though she wanted to sink her nails into
the smooth skin of his shoulders and force his cock deep inside her, she did as
she was told and held back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Tao moved his hips ever so slightly so
the head of his erection bumped and nuzzled her sopping slit, slipping inside
her only the fraction of an inch, before rubbing against her clit and then back
down again. Jessie moaned, so incredibly turned on she thought she might
exploded. Their bodies were parted enough for them both to look down, watching
the sight of his huge cock dip in and out of her cunt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“I can’t,” she gasped, sure she would
come without him even penetrating her fully. “I can’t hold on much longer.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Taking her words as true, Tao finally
slid home, his girth forcing her channel to open around him. He fucked her
hard, all restraint gone, and her back slammed up against the side of the
shower cubicle. With his strength and still holding onto her, he used his arms
to piston her back and forth so she slid along the length of his cock as much
as he slammed into her. Jessie gave in herself and sank her nails in deep
ellipses into his skin, her face pressed against the warm, wet skin of his
throat. Her breasts bounced against his chest as he continued to drive into
her, harder and faster.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Her dam broke, her orgasm battering over
her, making her head spin and tightening every muscle in her body. She cried
out, the sound echoing in the confines of the shower. Hot water continued to
rain down upon them as Tao swelled inside her and exploded, shooting his cum in
several hard, desperate strokes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Panting, she clung to him and he held her
close, burying his face in her hair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Holy shit,” she managed when she finally
got her breath back. “That was incredible.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Carefully, Tao put her down and she stretched
out her legs, her thigh and calf muscles stiff.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">He reached out and touched her chin, so
she lifted her eyes to his. “I love seeing you like that,” he told her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Yeah,” she laughed. “Well I kind of love
you making me look like that.” She blushed, suddenly shy. “You know this is a
whole lotta crazy, don’t you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">He turned her around under the hot water
so she had her back to him and the stream ran through her hair. She heard the
click of the shampoo bottle opening and then his fingers were in her hair,
massaging her scalp with firm but gentle circles and the scent of her citrus
shampoo filled the air.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Jessie closed her eyes, focusing on the
sensation of him washing her hair and the buzzed out, post-orgasmic glow that
left her limbs feeling as though they didn’t belong to her. He rinsed out her
hair, applied conditioner and started working on it with the curved comb she
kept hanging from the caddy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“There,” he said when he was done. “Now
you’re perfect.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">She snorted and then checked herself—not
an attractive sound. “I’m far from perfect. I’ve not gone farther than my own
property in three years.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">His smooth brow furrowed, his clear blue
eyes searching her face, concerned. “Why not”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“I…” But she shook her head, unable and
unwilling to explain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Every time I try
to leave, my heart starts pounding and my vision goes blurry. I get a terrible
pain in my head and I’m certain I’m about to die…<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">How could she explain that to him without
him thinking she was a crazy person?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Hey!</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> a little voice chirped in her
head. <i>You found him naked in your
backyard this morning and he has no idea where he’s come from. There is no way
you’re going to be the one who looks crazy.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Except perhaps for the fact she’d then
brought him into her home and let him fuck her so intensely, not once, but
twice now. And the worse thing was she didn’t want to let him go. She didn’t
want to send him away or call some authorities to come and take him. Perhaps
she was insane but he felt like her own little secret, something special that
had finally been given to her. Okay, he seemed to want her as much as she
wanted him, and perhaps this lust had been caused by some kind of head injury,
but she didn’t want this to stop.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“We’re going to go all wrinkly if we stay
in here much longer,” she said, holding up her already prune-like fingers. “And
I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">She’d only managed a couple of sips of
coffee so far that day and after so much exercise, her stomach was so empty it
felt concave.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 271.15pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Starving?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Yeah, you do eat, don’t you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">He lowered his lips to her throat, the
touch sending a delicious thrill across her skin. She squirmed under his
attention as his lips nipped at the delicate area. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Reluctantly, she pushed him away. “I’m
going to pass out from hunger and exhaustion if you don’t quit it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Tao straightened and flashed her an
insanely sexy half-grin, flashing a dimple in his right cheek. His wet hair
hung down by his cut jaw and she had to resist the urge to run her tongue
across his skin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Later, Jessie,</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> she told herself.<i> First, you need to eat.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
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</div>M.K. Elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04473515225273567250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416133799866327313.post-17285409030154833832012-04-26T02:59:00.000-07:002012-04-26T05:33:24.731-07:00Sex-traterrestrial - Chapter Two!<b><i>Content Warning: Contain explicit scenes. For readers over the age of eighteen only. You have been warned!</i></b><br />
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<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Chapter
Two<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 196.1pt; text-indent: 36.0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Clutching the clothes to her</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> body, Jessie went back to the
kitchen, expecting him to be gone. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">She walked in to find him standing at her
laptop.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 184.5pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Hey, that’s private,” she
said, but he didn’t look up. His eyes scanned the screen as he scrolled through
page after page, his finger held on the down key. Intense concentration
imprinted his face, his brow furrowed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 184.5pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Was
he reading?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 184.5pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">No, he couldn’t be. Not at
such speed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 184.5pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">She took three strides towards
him and slammed down the lid of the laptop. “I said, that’s private!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 184.5pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">He showed no sign of alarm, but
simply raised his face to hers. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Is this your… words?” He seemed to
struggle to speak, as if he was working out how to get his mouth around the
sounds.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“What do you mean? Is that my writing?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 189.0pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“This is your language?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">She frowned, alarm racing through her. <i>Oh God, he is a nutter</i>. What the hell
had she been thinking? Swept in by a pretty face. Then she chastised herself.
He probably had a learning difficulty of some kind. Just because the guy was
seriously hot, didn’t mean he was all there. Yet something about his eyes made
her not believe her own excuses. When he looked at her, she saw an intelligence
she’d never experienced before. How could such intelligence be combined with
such total innocence and trust?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Are you foreign?” she asked. “Do you
come from another country?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">He smiled and something inside her
melted. The smile touched those eyes, the edges creasing. “Something like that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">As he spoke, the words seem to come more
easily.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Here,” she said, handing him the
clothes. “What’s your name? You do have a name, don’t you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">He spoke slowly, enunciating the
syllables, “Tay—oh.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Tao, your name is Tao?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">He nodded.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“I’m Jessie,” she said. “I’m pleased to
meet you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">He smiled at her, holding her gaze, and
she blushed and glanced away. Suddenly flustered, Jessie turned her attention
back to the clothes he still hadn’t taken.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Here,” she said, pressing them into the
hand not clutching the towel. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Tao dropped the towel and Jessie glanced
away again, suppressing a grin. <i>Dear
Lord, this guy had an amazing body.</i> Fine dark hair covered his strong
thighs, his bottom a perfect, pert curve. Her palms itched, wanting to run them
over that peachy ass.<i> </i>She wanted to
trace her hands over his perfectly smooth chest, her fingers tweaking the nipples
that nestled there like two dark buds. Her eyes ran over the ridges of his abs
and then dropped lower, taking in the line of dark hair running up from his groin,
meeting his tight navel.<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">She shook her head slightly, trying to
get the thoughts out of her head. She must have lost her God-damned mind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Tao lifted the shirt to his chest, as if
trying to cover himself in the same way he had with the towel. He made no move
to put his arms through the holes or work the buttons.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Jessie gave a half-smile. “Don’t you know
how to put them on?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">She lifted her hand to help him, her
fingertips brushing the smooth skin of his chest, feeling the hard muscle just
beneath the surface. Her breath caught, her heart hammering, and they locked
eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">His clear, blue eyes burned into hers.
Had anyone looked at her in such a way before; as if they were staring right
into her soul?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">He reached up and his fingers wrapped
around her wrist, stilling her touch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Tao…” But she didn’t have the chance to
finish her sentence.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">He lowered his head, his warm, firm lips
finding hers. She opened her mouth to him, their tongues meeting. He tasted
like summer—coconut oil and honeysuckle. His tongue flicked at hers, teasing at
first, but when she responded to him, kissing him with a hunger and urgency, he
reacted in return. Jessie wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself
against him, molding herself to his body.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Her vest rucked up her waist, exposing
her tanned stomach. The shirt was still pressed between them, the only thing
separating their skin. He grew hard against her, the thick ridge pressing
against the line of her abs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Why didn’t I think
to put any clothes on in the bedroom?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Tao dropped the shirt, his hands sliding
around her back and down to her ass. Her simple cotton panties barely covered
the round curve of her buttocks and his palms cupped each cheek, pressing her
toward him. His hands were soft against her skin, no rough calluses chafing
her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Jessie moaned into his mouth, losing
herself in the kiss. It had been a long time since someone had kissed her like
this, a long time since someone had <i>touched
</i>her like this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Sudden panic clutched her heart. <i>What the hell am I thinking!</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Jessie pressed her palms against his
chest, breaking the kiss and pushing him away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“I’m sorry, I can’t. I mean… I just found
you in my yard!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“You are beautiful,” he said, his words
stilted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Stop it. I can’t do this. I need to call
someone. The police perhaps.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">He shook his head. “No. Please. I need
you to help me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“How? I don’t know what I’m supposed to
do.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Help me remember.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Shit!” she swore, turning away from him.
She couldn’t look at him, standing there, naked and vulnerable imploring for
her help. This man should mean nothing to her—he was just some guy who’d suddenly
appeared. She should be on the phone right now, calling someone to report him,
but she couldn’t stand the thought of someone arriving to remove him from her
life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">His beauty overwhelmed her; had she ever
seen a man so perfect? Though every instinct screamed at her to stop acting
crazy, she was drawn to him. Nothing about him screamed ‘crazy person’ or
‘drunk’ or ‘drug addict’. Instead he simply seemed lost and confused and…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 137.85pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Aroused. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Yep, her eyes flicked down to his crotch.
He was definitely still aroused.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">He lifted a hand toward her, “Jessie.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">No longer thinking, she stepped toward
him and he gathered her in his arms. The strong curve of his biceps wrapped
around her and he dipped his head, catching her mouth in another kiss. Jessie
softened against him and her pussy clenched in anticipation. She found herself
on tip-toes, longing to press herself against the hard line of his cock. Tao
obliged, lifting her slightly so they fitted together, his hardness finding the
swollen nub of her clit. Sparks raced through her, making her head spin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Jessie wrapped her arms back around his
neck, melting into him. Her hands skirted the naked breadth of his back. His
skin felt impossibly smooth, as soft as a child’s, contrasting with the power
of the well-defined muscle beneath.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">However much he had struggled to clothe
himself, ridding Jessie of her vest didn’t seem to cause him such a problem. In
a swift move, he broke the kiss long enough to pull the top over her head,
lifting her hair with it, before allowing her hair to drift back around her
naked shoulders. He dropped the vest to the floor, exposing her naked breasts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Her small, but perky tits throbbed,
aching to be touched. This time Tao didn’t seem to know what she wanted. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">He turned her around, pressing her over
the kitchen island.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">“Oh,” she gasped, her breasts pressing
into the cool granite counter. Her nipples hardened into buds, sensitized still
further by the cold surface.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">His hands were at her waist, his palms
skirting down over hips, across her ass. He cupped each cheek in his hands, as
if weighing them up. Jessie moaned, her pussy slick with cream, dampening her
panties.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">This was madness, but for once Jessie
wasn’t thinking. She wanted to feel him everywhere, give over every last part
of her; his mouth, his cock, his body pressed hard against her. Deep, hard
fucking that would release a pain buried so deep. Something she’d not gone near
since her husband had died.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Slowly, he rolled her panties down, over
the round, firm curve of her bottom, her toned, slender thighs, dropping them
to the floor. She stepped out from their pooled circle.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">He splayed her legs and parted her
buttocks, exposing the pink star of her ass, her wet folds. It was as if he was
studying her, taking in every last inch of her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">What the hell am
I doing?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">He dropped to his knees and his mouth was
on her, his hot tongue pressed into the tight pucker of her ass. “Oh God,” she
groaned as the stimulation caused her most internal muscles to pulsate. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Jessie’s thighs trembled beneath her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">With firm, strong strokes of his tongue,
he penetrated her, pushing past the tight ring of muscle. He slipped his tongue
in and out, sending crazy sparks of arousal, tightening deep in her pussy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Jessie’s hands gripped the edges of the
counter, her knuckles white. Pleasure soared through her body and she moaned,
her head lowered as he lavished attention on her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Using both hands, he spread her cheeks further
apart increasing the intensity, her sensitivity. She pushed her ass out toward
him, wanting more. Every part of her mind screamed at her that she shouldn’t be
doing this, but her body wanted him with every inch. Too much time had passed
since she’d been touched like this—if she’d <i>ever</i>
been touched like this—and she didn’t want it to stop.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">But he lifted his mouth from her ass and
she had to stop herself wilting in disappointment. Then his chest pressed
against the line of her back and his cock pushed between the folds of her
sopping pussy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Jessie pushed back and the perfect bell
of his dick pushed just an inch inside her, enough to stretch her muscles and
feel the ridges of him as her muscles tightened, trying to pull his cock inside
her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">He kissed the back of her neck, and oh,
so slowly, sank his length balls-deep. They stilled like that for a moment,
relishing in the feel of togetherness, in being totally held by another person.
Just as slowly, Tao pulled out again, almost slipping from her body, before
driving back in. The beautiful length of his cock nudged her cervix, shooting a
mixture of pain and pleasure through her body.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">He placed his hands back on her ass,
using his grip on her buttocks to drive himself, deeper, faster. His thumb
grazed her asshole and the sensation caused every muscle to clench, gripping
down hard on Tao’s dick. Getting the message, he slicked her with her own
moisture and his saliva, and pushed his thumb into the tight channel of her
ass.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Jessie cried out with pleasure as he
built his momentum, his thumb held deep in her ass, his cock slamming in and
out of her swollen pussy. Her tits bounced as he banged her, her hard nipples
grazing the cold granite of her counter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">She reached her peak and then he titled
her over the edge by placing a kiss right behind her ear, in the most sensitive
spot.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Her orgasm powered through her, rippling
her most intimate muscles, clamping down on Tao’s cock and milking him. He
clung to her as his own orgasm clutched him and he jerked in hard, forceful
movements as he filled her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Spent, he nuzzled her neck and Jessie
slumped against him, exhausted. Though they remained stood, he wrapped his arms
around her, holding her body firm against his while he grew soft inside her.
Jessie’s thighs shook—feeling weak and tremulous—and she allowed him to hold
her upright. Gradually, her heart rate returned to normal and she caught her
breath. Tao’s cock slipped from her body, his seed and her juices spilling down
the insides of her thighs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">She knew she should be questioning her
own sanity right now, allowing herself to be fucked across the kitchen counter
by a man she’d just found naked in her yard. But standing in the ring of his
arms, his skin warm against hers, his heartbeat thumping against her back,
she’d never felt so at ease.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<b><u><span lang="EN-US">Chapter One<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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<b><u><br /></u></b></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US">Lightning ripped, ragged through</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> the night sky.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US">For the briefest of moments, the countryside lit up before her. The strange, flattened shapes in the corn seemed darker and more eerie than they had under the scorching Oklahoma sun.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US">Standing at her bedroom window, Jessie McLeod couldn’t tear her eyes from the scene before her. Electrical storms were common around these parts, but she’d never seen anything like this. The day had been clear and bright, and, even now, no storm clouds hung fat and low in the sky. Yet still, the lightning continued, jagged forks splitting the sky right down to the horizon, combined with continuous, strobe-like flashes which left her blinking against their strength.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US">At her feet, her dog, Buddy, whimpered, his body pressed up against her legs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US">“Hush, boy,” she said, reaching down to stroke his scraggly fur. “It’s only lightning.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US">Jessie wished she had someone she could turn to; someone she could exclaim, ‘Wow, have you ever seen anything like this before?’ and actually get an answer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Unconsciously, her eyes flicked to the photograph on the bedside table, the blond, shaggy-haired man with the blue eyes, his arm wrapped around a brunette, both with relaxed, happy smiles on their faces. Jessie tore her gaze away from her own image, pain stabbing through her afresh. Two years had passed now, yet still the pain hit her, unexpectedly, winding her, leaving her gasping for breath.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<i><span lang="EN-US">I’ll leave</span></i><span lang="EN-US">, Jessie told herself for the thousandth time. She would go to a city—a town at least—and find herself a nice little house with neighbors who were less than three miles from her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US">The thought of being in a city, surrounded by people, sent pain spiking through her soles as her body flooded with adrenaline. For a moment, she swayed, unsteady on her feet, before she got hold of herself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US">She told herself she stayed in the big farmhouse because the isolation was good for her writing, but the truth was she’d not written anything new since Jeremy passed. Only the backlog of manuscripts on her laptop kept her nosy editor and agent from her door. As far as they were concerned, as long as she still produced a new manuscript for them every six months, then all was well. How were they to know the books she’d been delivering were all several years old?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US">Jessie sighed and turned her attention back to the storm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 22.7pt;">
<span lang="EN-US">She realized something and frowned. No thunder. Had she ever seen such lightning without the roll and crash of thunder following? Was such a thing even possible? <i>It must be</i>, she decided. After all, that was exactly what she was seeing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-US">I’ll never get to sleep with this going on, </span></i><span lang="EN-US">she thought. But even as the words crossed her mind, she sank into the arms of sleep.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Closing her eyes again, she willed sleep to return. Sometimes her dreams were of happier times, when Jeremy had been alive and they were simply excited about their future and were busy planning their lives together. Thirty-three had been too young for him to die. Twenty-nine was too young to become a widow. Sleep, when it came, offered her an escape from the empty expanse of her days, but it eluded her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The hour was still young, but already there was heat to the new day. Jessie’s thin cotton vest clung to her curves, her perky breasts and flat stomach unintentionally highlighted in the skimpy outfit. She’d grown slim over the passing years.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“All right, Buddy,” she said, addressing the dog. “I’ll let you out in a minute. Mommy needs caffeine.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">With a pounding heart, she stepped out of the doorway. A man lay curled up beside her pool, naked, his skin glistening in the early morning dew. Curled up upon himself, his knees tucked into his chest, his arms wrapped around her legs. She took in the firm muscles of his ass, the strong length of his thighs. His skin was pale, his arms and legs covered in a fine down of dark hair. Though she couldn’t see his face, his hair was so dark it was almost black, and stuck wildly from his head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Goosebumps prickled her skin, yet his naked flesh stirred something deep inside her, something she’d thought had long since died. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-US">Don’t get distracted, girl,</span></i><span lang="EN-US"> she admonished herself. <i>The guy is either a lunatic or a drunk.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">She pulled open the nearest drawer and rummaged around, her fingers searching for a weapon, her eyes never leaving the naked stranger on her property.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Her hand closed around a long barbeque fork that hadn’t been used since Jeremy died. She pulled the fork out, its two sharp prongs glinting in the early sunlight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“This is private property,” she yelled. “Get the hell out of my yard or I’m calling the cops.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">At the sound of her voice, the body on the patio stirred. Jessie’s heart lurched, blood rushing through her ears. What would she do if he rushed her? Would she really have the guts to stab him?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Like a fern, the man unfurled, his head rising to look at her with sleepy, blinking eyes. She took in his full mouth, straight nose and strong jaw, but his catalogue model good-looks weren’t the thing that focused her. Instead, it was his eyes that caught her attention. Something about those eyes made her falter. Their blue depth held no menace; she felt more as if she were watching a child wake.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Who are you and what the hell are you doing here?” she shouted again, brandishing the fork. She wondered why she was even asking—shouldn’t she be on the phone already? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">At the sound of her shouts, the man didn’t flinch. The corners of his full lips twitched and he tilted his head to one side, as if taking her in.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">In front of her, the man continued to unfurl. Right before her eyes, he stood, naked. His cock nestled against his balls, framed by a thick thatch of dark curls. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Jesus!” she exclaimed, shocked, embarrassed, trying desperately not to look. “Cover yourself up<i>.</i>” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Towels hung from the washing line stretched across her yard and she grabbed one, throwing it at him. He watched as the towel hit his legs, making no move to try to catch or pick it up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Pick up the towel, damn it,” she said, pointing to the rectangle of twisted cotton. She almost laughed, “You can’t just wander around without any clothes on.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Thank God for that,” she said, allowing her gaze to fall back on him. Still, his body was beautiful; curved pecks with dusky nipples, a line down the center of his stomach, running between several rows of abs. His shoulders were broad and strong, his biceps cut without being overly muscular. If she had of asked someone to create a perfect male specimen, this would be it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">She really shouldn’t be thinking like this about some strange man who had shown up, naked, in her back yard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">He lifted his gaze, his blue eyes settling upon hers. He still shivered, his body trembling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">She stepped closer, expecting a wave of alcohol fumes to wash over her. But none came; he smelled like cut grass and vanilla. Whatever he was, he wasn’t a drunk.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-US">Drugs, maybe,</span></i><span lang="EN-US"> she thought. But this was hardly drug country. The biggest city was miles from here. Again she was brought back to his eyes; he didn’t have the expression of someone who was spaced out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Before she knew what she was doing she said, “You look cold. Why don’t you come inside and I’ll find you something to wear.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">He took unsteady steps toward her. It didn’t matter that he had turned up in her yard in the middle of the night. He didn’t look as if he could harm anything. Despite the appearance of his perfectly toned, strong physique, he also seemed weak and fragile, like a newborn deer learning to walk.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“I think I should get you some clothes. You don’t have any nearby, by any chance, do you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">He raised his eyebrows at her, a hint of a smile adorning his handsome face, but didn’t seem to understand anything she said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Okay, just wait here.” She put her hands out in front of her, steadying him like a horse.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">She went to her bedroom and opened the closet. All of Jeremy’s shirts still hung from their hangers, his pants still neatly folded in the drawers, his socks still balled together. No one knew she still had all his old things. When her parents—who lived miles away and didn’t really give a shit about her anyway—asked, she told them she’d donated everything to charity. They’d never know the difference. They’d made it down here for the funeral, but in their minds they’d done their part.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">She pulled down a short-sleeved, blue and white shirt and a pair of jeans. They might be a little snug on this guy—Jeremy had been smaller by about two inches and thirty pounds—but considering his body, she didn’t think she’d mind them being a bit tight. She smiled at this and then reprimanded herself. She shouldn’t be thinking such things, especially not when he was about to be dressed in her dead husband’s clothes....<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</div>M.K. Elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04473515225273567250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416133799866327313.post-36233768794758527222012-03-04T00:07:00.007-08:002012-03-04T00:57:21.657-08:00Had a Spanking Good Time at Eroticon 2012!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oKrinbWeh38/T1MtoVQd9YI/AAAAAAAAAHc/mXQF4QTlAz8/s1600/Eroticon-ad2-728x90-300x37.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 37px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oKrinbWeh38/T1MtoVQd9YI/AAAAAAAAAHc/mXQF4QTlAz8/s320/Eroticon-ad2-728x90-300x37.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715962522987525506" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">It's now Sunday morning, the day after Eroticon 2012. My feet and legs are aching, I think I may have lost half a stone from running around Bristol (got lost) and not eating much (nerves and too busy talking to people) but wow, what an amazing time!</span></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">I went to the conference as one of the speakers to talk about self-publishing and taking control as an in<span style="font-size: 100%; ">die author. I was on first, which was great to get it out of the way, but also caused a mild panic as I was worried I wouldn't get set up in time. I didn't need to worry. The team at the venue were on hand to help me set up the laptop and projector so I was all set to go. I think my talk went well and I had plenty of people catch up with me later to have a chat, which I figure is a good sign!</span></div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dfGMYkhAx2Y/T1Ms8xHCyEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BazOWm75X7A/s320/maxim.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715961774549944386" /></span></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">After my part was done, I could relax. Next I went to a talk from Maxim Jakubowski, an author with thirty-plus years of erotic writing under his belt. Then was the publisher panel. They talked about what they don't want to see any more of (erotic stories where the reader think the characters are having an affair and then the couple turn out to be married at the end) and what they'd like to see more of (Victorian spanking - who knew!).</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">There were so many highlights, I hardly know where to start. I think, other than getting to meet everyone, my two highlights were the spanking show from London Faerie and his kind offer to be at the end of an email should I need any advice or extra eyes on any BDSM stories, and getting to sit next to <span style="font-size: 100%; ">Maxim Jakubowski during drinks and drilling him on writing, famous authors he knows (Clive Barker, Anne Rice), and things that inspire him (travel).</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LhjBgAjtXLU/T1MsT5ZCwkI/AAAAAAAAAGs/yVLAO4heV2A/s320/burlesque.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715961072398287426" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 120px; " /></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">During d</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">rinks we were treated to a burlesque show by a beautiful but absolutely, tiny, slip of a woman. She did a wonderful job of entertaining us all, as did Ruby Kiddell, the organiser of the conference.</span><div><span ><br /></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">So will I go back next year? Absolutely! I'm looking forward to it already!</div></div>M.K. Elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04473515225273567250noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416133799866327313.post-19052924760135656282012-02-25T03:01:00.005-08:002012-02-25T03:21:09.472-08:00Smashwords to Remove Countless Erotica Titles from its Store<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; ">Like many people who publish with Smashwords, this morning I woke to find an email sitting in my inbox. Here is the bare bones of that email:</span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span><br /></span></div><div><pre style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span >Today we are modifying our Terms of Service to clarify our policies regarding<br />erotic fiction that contains bestiality, rape and incest. If you write in any<br />of these categories, please carefully read the instructions below and remove<br />such content from Smashwords. If you don’t write in these categories, you can<br />disregard this message.<br /><br />PayPal is requiring Smashwords to immediately begin removing the above-mentioned<br />categories of books. Please review your title(s) and proactively remove and<br />archive such works if you are affected.<br /><br />I apologize for the short notice, and I’m especially sorry for any financial<br />or emotional hardship this may cause the authors and publishers affected by this<br />change.<br /><br />As you may have heard, in the last couple weeks PayPal began aggressively enforcing<br />a prohibition against online retailers selling certain types of "obscene" content. </span></pre><pre style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><pre style="white-space: normal; "><span >On Saturday, February 18, PayPal’s enforcement division contacted Smashwords<br />with an ultimatum. As with the other ebook retailers affected by this enforcement,<br />PayPal gave us only a few days to achieve compliance otherwise they threatened<br />to deactivate our PayPal services. I've had multiple conversations with PayPal<br />over the last several days to better understand their requirements. Their team<br />has been helpful, forthcoming and supportive of the Smashwords mission. I appreciate<br />their willingness to engage in dialogue. Although they have tried their best<br />to delineate their policies, gray areas remain.<br /></span></pre></pre><pre style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span>I'm lucky, I don't write that kind of erotica. It also does nothing for me and, to be honest, does turn my stomach slightly. However, the titles of some of these books make them sound worse than they are. Many of the incest 'Daddy' stories are simply 'older men' stories and 'brother-sister' stories are step-siblings.</span></pre><pre style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span>So what are they going to do about titles like that and where are they going to draw the line?</span></pre><pre style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span><span><span style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; ">One of my collections, 'Some Love it Rough' certainly contains a couple of stories that might be considered too </span></span><span><span style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;">risqué</span></span><span><span style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; "> for PayPal. Will it need to be pulled? I have no idea, but I'm certainly not going to volunteer to pull it!</span></span></span></pre><pre style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span><span style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;">Let's be clear. This isn't Smashword's fault; it's all down to PayPal. Some people make their living from this type of erotica and many of these books have previously been banned from Amazon, so the only way they're able to get them 'out there' has been through Smashwords.</span></span></pre><pre style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span><span style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;">The argument here shouldn't really be about whether these books should be published; it's more about censorship and freedom of speech. Should we be allowed to write whatever we want, or are Paypal right in drawing a line?</span></span></pre><pre style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span><span style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"><br /></span></span></pre><pre style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span><span><span style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; "><br /></span></span></span></pre></div>M.K. Elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04473515225273567250noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416133799866327313.post-53709421366660723772012-02-03T01:43:00.000-08:002012-02-03T06:31:34.925-08:00Another KDP Select Success Story!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CSKFnWvYQFY/TyuuHpi0lbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/C7pyMrjwSVk/s1600/Escape%2Bcopy.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CSKFnWvYQFY/TyuuHpi0lbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/C7pyMrjwSVk/s320/Escape%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704844799429088690" /></a><br />Everywhere I turn at the moment, I seem to be reading about authors who have enrolled their titles in Amazon's new program, KDP Select, and have gone from selling a handful of titles per month to hundreds overnight.<div><br /></div><div>I'm thrilled to say that I can now join these authors!<br /><div><br /></div><div>Last week I put my romance novel, Escape, into the program and set it to go free for five days. During these five days, I gave out over 33,000 copies of the book. It sat at the #2 spot for the whole of the free kindle store on Amazon.co.uk for the majority of this time and got to #11 on Amazon.com. I'd done 'free days' on a couple of other titles and never saw anything like these numbers, so I was pretty excited to say the least!</div></div><div><br /></div><div>After the five days, the title switched back to paid again, and guess what? The sales kept coming. On the first day, I sold 250 copies, the day after 120, the day after that, 150 (these numbers include 'borrows'). At this rate, I'm going to make what I normally make in a month in the space of a few days.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't know how long it's going to last, but I'm sure as hell going to enjoy it while it does!</div>M.K. Elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04473515225273567250noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416133799866327313.post-3591474042464620342011-10-10T08:59:00.000-07:002011-10-10T08:59:48.387-07:00Clever Pricing Sells Books...But does it really make more money?<br />
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I've got a number of titles out now, all at prices varying between free and $2.99. There's no doubt that my 0.99 priced eBooks sell well, yet they need to sell a lot in order to make up for the low royalty rate.<br />
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If I sell one $2.99 book on Amazon, I'll net $2.07 of that which is pretty good. If I sell one $0.99 book, I'll only make $0.35. So for every one copy of a $2.99 book, I need to sell six $0.99 books.<br />
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A couple of months ago I switched my $2.99 novella, <i>Deadly Beauty</i>, to $0.99. I definitely saw a rise in sales, from selling between 2-5 copies a night at $2.99 to selling 10-15. However, at this higher sales rate, I still wasn't making the same sort of money. In fact, I was making half the amount. I left it at the 0.99 price tag for two months to see if it would hit the best-seller list. It did, briefly, but then dropped back out again. Last week I switched the price back to $2.99 and I'm back to getting those few sales but making more money. I'm happy with that.<br />
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Pricing books depends on two things; whether you want the book to be a steady income earner or if you want to have a go at getting the book on a best-seller list and selling a lot for it's category (though be warned, this won't last!). When '<i>Some Love it Hot'</i> was at its peak, it hit #11 on the Amazon best-seller list on Amazon and sold around 80 copies a night. I don't need to tell you that even at 99 cents, 80 x 0.35 is a decent sum.<br />
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In the next month, I hope to have two more titles out. One is another short story collection, which will have the $0.99 price tag. The second is a novella and I'm still undecided about its pricing. To match Deadly's pricing, it should really be at the $2.99 price tag, but there's always that voice inside me, saying 'take the chance at the 0.99 price tag. This might be the one that really sky-rockets'.<br />
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Perhaps I'll launch the novella at 0.99 and see how things go... Or perhaps I'll just stick with $2.99 and hope it brings in those two or three sales a night that really add up quickly. Who the hell knows what the right answer is (or even if there is one). I guess its still just a case of play around and see what happens!M.K. Elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04473515225273567250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416133799866327313.post-6290389822819832412011-10-06T12:23:00.000-07:002011-10-06T12:23:06.001-07:00I'm a Guest Speaker at Eroticon: 2012 - Writing Sex Right!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xFk5LPgaYTg/To3_u4PViuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/kvVhVuuMVhs/s1600/Eroticon-ad2-728x90-300x37.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xFk5LPgaYTg/To3_u4PViuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/kvVhVuuMVhs/s1600/Eroticon-ad2-728x90-300x37.gif" /></a></div><br />
This past couple of weeks I've become an even bigger fan of twitter than normal. Through twitter I learned not only was an erotica writer's conference happening in the UK, but it was happening right up my road! Straight away I wanted in and contacted the organisers to see if I could get involved in any way. Though my sales have slowed somewhat over this past month my resume is still pretty impressive and the organiser emailed me back almost immediately. I told her I'm a bit of a chicken when it came to standing up in front of a big group and talking but that I'd love to work with smaller groups, looking at individual's writing and giving edits/critiques and advice.<br />
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So the writer's workshop was born! I'll be running two sessions with writers either emailing me their piece a couple of weeks in advance for a more in depth edit, or else bringing a piece with them for a quick critique on the day. I'll also be available for people to chew my ear about what has worked for me and what hasn't.<br />
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I'm really excited to be involved and I'm now willing March 2012 to roll on round.<br />
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Keep reading for some more info on the conference.<br />
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I hope to see you there!<br />
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<h1 class="title" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #cc0033; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 2em; font: normal normal bold 28px/1.2em Arimo; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 30px; vertical-align: baseline;">Eroticon 2012 : Writing Sex Right</h1><div class="entry" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 16px; font: normal normal normal 16px/1.5em 'Anonymous Pro', arial, serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 16px; font: normal normal normal 16px/1.5em 'Anonymous Pro', arial, serif; margin-bottom: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">What is Eroticon?</strong></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 16px; font: normal normal normal 16px/1.5em 'Anonymous Pro', arial, serif; margin-bottom: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Eroticon is the UK’s first conference for Sex Bloggers and Erotica Writers.</div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 16px; font: normal normal normal 16px/1.5em 'Anonymous Pro', arial, serif; margin-bottom: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Eroticon is an all day event open to anyone writing about sex online from novice bloggers to published authors, the conference will provide a safe space to learn, share and network.<br />
The schedule will include workshops and panel sessions covering a wide variety of subjects from writing inspiration, tech-skills, photography, intellectual property rights, getting published and more.<br />
We are also working on having an evening event of sublime sauciness.</div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 16px; font: normal normal normal 16px/1.5em 'Anonymous Pro', arial, serif; margin-bottom: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">When is Eroticon?</strong></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 16px; font: normal normal normal 16px/1.5em 'Anonymous Pro', arial, serif; margin-bottom: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"></strong>Saturday 3rd March 2012</div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 16px; font: normal normal normal 16px/1.5em 'Anonymous Pro', arial, serif; margin-bottom: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Where is Eroticon?</strong></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 16px; font: normal normal normal 16px/1.5em 'Anonymous Pro', arial, serif; margin-bottom: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Eroticon will be held at <a href="http://www.armadahouse.co.uk/" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #cc0033; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">Armada House</a> in Bristol, UK.</div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 16px; font: normal normal normal 16px/1.5em 'Anonymous Pro', arial, serif; margin-bottom: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">How do I find out more?</strong></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 16px; font: normal normal normal 16px/1.5em 'Anonymous Pro', arial, serif; margin-bottom: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Stop by the <a href="http://conference.eroticnotebook.co.uk/">website</a> and </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f9f5eb;">Follow the hashtag #eroticon2012 on Twitter!</span></div></div>M.K. Elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04473515225273567250noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416133799866327313.post-31315889355869123932011-09-27T04:06:00.000-07:002011-09-27T04:26:52.893-07:00Short but Sexy<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">The short story is under-rated. When it’s good, it’s really good. A short story can pull you into its world within the first few lines, thrust you through intense drama and then surprise you at the end. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">Examples of some hit short stories include Stephen King’s, <i>The Body' (Stand by Me)</i> and <i>1408, </i>both of which were made into hugely successful movies, and Edgar Allen Poe’s, <i><span style="color: black;">The Pit and the Pendulum</span></i><span style="color: black;">.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">These days everything seems to want to be long. It’s as if some writers are in competition with each other, trying to see who can write the longest manuscript. But bigger doesn’t always mean better.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">As author Mark Twain once famously wrote to his friend, ‘I would have written a shorter letter, but I didn’t have the time.’<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">In many ways, writing a short story is harder than writing a novel. There isn’t the opportunity to hope the reader falls in love with the characters within a few chapters. Instead, the character must be big enough to be believed in and adored within a few paragraphs. The story needs to have a plot and the characters need to have a past, but this information needs to be filtered in and not simply dumped in one big heap.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">Writing erotic short stories is sometimes even harder than writing non-erotic stories. Of course, the sex is important. It has to be smoking hot and it needs to happen within a few pages. However, this doesn’t mean that the story itself should be lost, or that the characters have any less depth or background.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">Generally my short stories start with a situation: a woman gets into difficulties while out for a swim in a rough ocean, a man returns to his parents home to find the girl next door is no longer a little girl, a business man is accosted by a hot air hostess while on a long haul flight. Once I’ve got the situation sorted out, then the characters start to build in my mind. I ask myself who they are, what are their likes and dislikes—their favourite foods and music—how do they like to dress? Then I start to look into their past. What has happened in their past to get them into their present situation?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">I like to end my stories with a happy-ever-after or a happy-for-now ending, but my favourite type of ending is a twist, something even I didn’t see coming.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">The great thing about a short story is that it has such immediate gratification, both for the writer and the reader. There isn’t the six months writing the first draft, followed by another six months of revisions, then another six months of submitting before you even hear something. Writing short stories are fun, and getting the acceptances are even better.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">So get writing everyone. Craft your short stories with the love you give your novels, but remember if less has ever been more, it is certainly true in a short!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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I think I've got better at taking bad reviews though they do always feel like someone has just socked me in the stomach. As my husband reminded me a few days ago, six months ago I phone him at work in an absolute panic because someone had left me a three star review. At that time, it felt as though the world had collapsed. Now I can see a three star and think, oh well, it could have been better, but at least it wasn't a two!<br />
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Even so, getting bad reviews can be hard to take, but they can also be learnt from if the reviewer gives some constructive criticism. However, there are some things reviewers do that drive me nuts. Here are my pet hates in no particular order (cause they all piss me off!)...<br />
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1.) Leaving a one star but not saying the reason why they thought the book only deserved a one star!<br />
2.) Complaining there is too much sex in an erotica novel. I mean, seriously, its erotica, of course there is going to be lots of sex!<br />
3.) For free books; complaining it wasn't long enough or that the author then tried to sell one of their books afterwards. It was FREE! Of course authors want to get something back.<br />
4.) Not even bothering to read the actual book but giving it a one star because the didn't like something in the product description.<br />
5.) Mentioning random things that don't even happen in the book. One of my friends had a review complaining about all the anal sex in her book when there wasn't any!<br />
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So there they are. Have you got any pet peeves when it comes to reviews?M.K. Elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04473515225273567250noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416133799866327313.post-2537480237030863692011-07-20T03:51:00.000-07:002011-07-20T03:52:57.189-07:00Business Cards!I just ordered my first business cards! They let me have a free online business card as well (clearly to promote their own company, but what the hell!) so I thought I'd share it <a href="http://mkelliott.vpweb.co.uk/?preview=true">here</a>...<br />
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Can't wait to get them in the post. I think they're looking good!M.K. Elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04473515225273567250noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416133799866327313.post-8585650999774417842011-05-22T08:48:00.000-07:002011-05-22T08:48:06.539-07:00Writing Short Stories...Hi guys, I'm over at Delilah Delvin's <a href="http://www.delilahdevlin.com/blog/2011/05/22/guest-blogger-m-k-elliott/">blog</a> today, posting about how I write my short stories. I've always enjoyed writing shorts - there is so much satisfaction in writing a few thousand words that encapsulate a moment of time in my character's lives - and reading them as well. With these busy days, it's often hard to find the time to sit down and read a whole novel and dipping in and out of short stories can be a way of getting a good hit of fiction.<br />
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I've been thrilled this week that one of my short story collections, Some Love it Hot, hit the Amazon top one hundred bestsellers for Erotica. It's been dipping in and out all week, but I'm hoping it's on the climb.<br />
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Next month, I'll be getting ready for the release of the follow up to Some Love it Hot, which will be entitled, Some Love it Rough. As you can imagine, these shorts have been lots of fun to write. I'll be posting a preview of one of the shorts on <a href="http://www.everythingerotic.blogspot.com/?zx=2680946e1dea9c1e">Everything Erotic</a> this Wednesday.<br />
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Hope to see you there!M.K. Elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04473515225273567250noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416133799866327313.post-18430938408498684802011-03-16T07:16:00.000-07:002011-03-16T07:16:35.979-07:00Deadly BeautySo, my vampire novella, <em>Deadly Beauty</em>, is almost done and I'm super excited about it. Initially it started off as a short story, but I simply couldn't let my sexy vamps go!<br />
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You ever write something you simply love? Well, I feel like that about this one and I hope my readers will feel the same way. Technically it's a lesbian vampire romance, though there's plenty of m/f sex as well. There's also plenty of violence and suspense, so I hope it's as good fun reading it as it was writing.<br />
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Here's the blurb: <br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">When erotic dancer, Nadine, is attacked and stabbed in a dark alley, the last thing she expects <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>is to be ‘saved’ by lesbian vampire, Adrienne.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-aQEw7bci1wU/TYDF3z1DMCI/AAAAAAAAADA/ar8D5svVyl8/s1600/DB-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-aQEw7bci1wU/TYDF3z1DMCI/AAAAAAAAADA/ar8D5svVyl8/s200/DB-3.jpg" width="133" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">While Nadine had sworn off men as a human, now a newly turned vampire, she struggles with her new desire for both sex and blood. And when River, a sexy, but dangerous male vampire, is thrown into the mix, Nadine has to wonder if she really wants to be with another woman for the rest of eternity...</span></div></div>I'm also loving my cover, which C.J. at Red Hot Publishing did for me!<br />
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Thanks C.J!M.K. Elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04473515225273567250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416133799866327313.post-19901809368317625562011-02-09T04:30:00.000-08:002011-02-09T04:30:07.003-08:00Some Love it Hot!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWgNTTbOmJw/TVJjb4MgxII/AAAAAAAAAC0/4FaTPB1X_Zk/s1600/Some+Love+it+Hot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWgNTTbOmJw/TVJjb4MgxII/AAAAAAAAAC0/4FaTPB1X_Zk/s200/Some+Love+it+Hot.jpg" width="133" /></a></div>This weekend will see the release of my second short story collection, <em>Some Love it Hot</em>.<br />
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<span lang="EN-US">Erotica author, M.K. Elliott, brings you <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Some Love it Hot</i>. Three short stories of girls who know what they like and know how to get it. Meet the air hostess who can’t get enough of the mile-high club, the personal assistant who discovers she shares a love of anal sex with her boss, and the best friends who love each other just as little too much—much to the delight of the boyfriend.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iWgNTTbOmJw/TVJkXC_8UMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_ZF-H2zi5jw/s1600/MK+Rescued.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iWgNTTbOmJw/TVJkXC_8UMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_ZF-H2zi5jw/s200/MK+Rescued.jpg" width="133" /></a>I've been amazed at how well my first collection, <em>Rescued</em>, has been received. It's already surpassed what I had expected, sales-wise, and it's only been out for a couple of weeks. People who have read the collection have contacted me, asking for more, and because of this I have decided to put togther a second collection, running along the same theme, entitled <em>Saved</em>.</div>You can buy<em> Rescued</em> at <a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Rescued/MK-Elliott/e/2940012071064/?itm=1&USRI=m.k.+elliott">Barnes & Noble</a>, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=M.K.+Elliott&x=16&y=19">Amazon</a> and <a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/39632">Smashwords</a>.<br />
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Finally, I'd just like to say a special thanks to my fellow Everything Erotic author, C.J. Ellisson, for all her help in getting my work out to the public. She's inspired me in so many ways, and is always there to offer a helping hand, even when she's dealing with her own stuff. She's also super talented and is a fantastic author. You can check out her super sexy novella, Johnny Living Dangerously at <a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Johnny-Living-Dangerously/CJ-Ellisson/e/2940012076182/?itm=1&USRI=johnny+living+dangerously">Barnes & Noble</a>. It's worth it just to check out the seriously hot cover!M.K. Elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04473515225273567250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416133799866327313.post-64051348434020102112011-01-10T11:48:00.000-08:002011-01-10T11:48:18.500-08:00Pull The Trigger, by Melissa Ecker: Review<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWgNTTbOmJw/TStW7LwtrRI/AAAAAAAAACk/4xNlTvQIeck/s1600/Pull-the-Trigger-2D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWgNTTbOmJw/TStW7LwtrRI/AAAAAAAAACk/4xNlTvQIeck/s200/Pull-the-Trigger-2D.jpg" width="133" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Rebecca Harper is making a clean break. The ink is dry on her divorce decree and her dream job has finally come to fruition. In two weeks, she will be on a plane to St. Louis. All her plans are set until sexy cop Justin Cain, her former high school crush, asks her to dinner. <br />
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</span>I read this novella in one sitting. The sex is steaming hot, delving into Rebecca letting go of some of the inhibitions and bad experiences she has had in her previous marriage. There is a little bondage (with the cops handcuffs--handy!) and some anal, but all of it is done in a gentle and loving way.<br />
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I enjoyed how Rebecca wasn't perfect. She has some body issues (though you wouldn't think it from the sex this girl has) and isn't adverse to drowning her sorrows in a bottle of wine and a take-out pizza. In short, she is like the majority of us, which makes her a very likeable person! Justin is sweet and sexy, with a hot body and the authority of being a cop. He also isn't afraid of standing up for her and punching out her ex-husband when the time comes!<br />
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I found the final scene at the airport to be wonderful. It totally captured all the emotions of being parted from someone you love, and it even brought a tear to my eye.<br />
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It is a thoroughly enjoyable read, especially if you love erotic romance. The best thing is that <em>Pull The Trigger</em> is only the first part of a three book series, so there is plenty more to come. I'm looking forward to reading the rest.<br />
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You can buy <em>Pull The Trigger</em> at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pull-Trigger-Memory-Grove-ebook/dp/B004DUN2U8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&s=books&qid=1294681859&sr=8-1">Amazon</a> or <a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Pull-The-Trigger/Melissa-Ecker/e/9781612580043/?itm=1&USRI=melissa+ecker">Barnes and Noble</a>.</div>M.K. Elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04473515225273567250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416133799866327313.post-30558406334269962092011-01-06T04:23:00.000-08:002011-01-06T04:23:51.073-08:00Everything Erotic Paperback Preview!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWgNTTbOmJw/TSWzFhdvmvI/AAAAAAAAACY/ti6eRb5-gVc/s1600/EverythingEroticIIIB%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="258" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWgNTTbOmJw/TSWzFhdvmvI/AAAAAAAAACY/ti6eRb5-gVc/s400/EverythingEroticIIIB%255B1%255D.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>I'm so thrilled to be able to give everyone a preview of the new Everything Erotic paperback!<br />
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The paperback is a culmination of three volumes of the Everything Erotic e-books and has a whole heap of tantalising tales within it's gorgeous cover. I personally have four short stories in the book, and I can't wait to get a copy in my hands.<br />
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The publication date is yet to be released, but I'll be sure to let everyone know about it as soon as it is available!M.K. Elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04473515225273567250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416133799866327313.post-22360860090975072622010-12-30T12:10:00.000-08:002010-12-30T12:11:23.023-08:00Fated<span style="font-size: 14pt;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 14.2pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Do you believe in fate? </span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 14.2pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">I do. I believe there is one person out there who is made for you and that person is your absolute fit.</span><span style="font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 14.2pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">It was fate that took me into the cafe, fate that made me forget to pick up my purse that morning, fate that you happened to be standing just behind me and offered to buy me my coffee.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 14.2pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">How could I say no? Those blue eyes combined with the dark hair, and then your voice just about made me wet on its own. I’ve never been able to resist an Irish accent.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 14.2pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Instantly the attraction was there. I knew it in the way you leaned across the table as you spoke to me. Your fingertips, almost hesitantly against my forearm, as if you couldn’t help but touch me. To make that contact for the first time. </span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 14.2pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">When people talk of electricity, this is the moment they speak of. The frission of excitement passing between two people when they touch for the first time and know it is only the start.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 14.2pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">We talked for hours that first afternoon, with you supplementing my caffeine intake in a bid to keep me there. Of course I would have stayed if you’d only offered me water, but how were you to know? Afternoon quickly drew on to evening, and still we had no intention of parting, drinking in information about each other’s lives as if we were dying of thirst.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 14.2pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">We both knew where this was going. Neither of us naive young virgins. When you finally suggested going back to your place, we both knew it wasn’t for more coffee. Yet still my heart thumped as it never had before, my blood rushing around my veins as if it was my first time.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 14.2pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">But it was my first time. At least with you.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 14.2pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">When you kissed me it was as if I felt the sensation of another’s mouth against my own like I never had before. Your tongue explored my mouth, gentle and teasing at first, but then growing with intensity. Your fingers laced in my hair as if this was the one place they belonged. </span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 14.2pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Every movement stole another breath from my body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Your hand crept lower, reaching beneath my shirt, cupping my breast. Your thumb stroked my nipple—now hard in your hand—and my whole body shivered.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 14.2pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">As you pressed your body against mine, I could feel the hard ridge of your erection beneath your jeans. How could anything excite me more, knowing how much you wanted me? With nimble fingers I slipped your hard length free, and my fingers encircled the satin soft skin, stroking you even as you gasped into my mouth.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 14.2pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Within moments our clothes were pulled aside and you dipped your fingers between my thighs, feeling how wet you had made me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 14.2pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">How did you know exactly how to touch my most intimate parts? The way your fingers just seemed to know exactly the right way to stroke my clit, how your mouth knew how to work every inch of my body. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And, when you finally slipped your cock into my wet folds, pushing, hard inside of me, thrusting into me over and over again, I truly believed I found the one person I would spend my life with. </span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 14.2pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I refuse to believe that the perfect fit of your cock inside of me is an accident. It’s as if we were created as an extension and an inversion of the other.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 14.2pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Only together do we become a whole.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 14.2pt;"><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Copyright © 2010 M.K Elliott<br />
All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.</span><strong></strong><br />
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