Friday, May 06, 2011

Free Read: Confessions of a Phone Sex Goddess and Her Captive Muse Giveaway

Dialing With Sticky Fingers:

Confessions of a Phone Sex Goddess

By Indigo Skye

After leaving a dead-end job, I decided to try something different. I’d seen ads for fantasy phone actresses, and I have to admit it- I was intrigued. I did a little research, applied for a position, and went through a brief training session. Twenty-four hours later, I was ready for my first shift.

What I discovered may blow your mind, make you laugh, and turn you on. I'm going to reveal the fantasies of men of all ages, shapes, and sizes, in hopes of fostering a better understanding of the fantasy life of the average (and not-so-average) American male.

The Tools of the Trade

What do you need to get started in this exciting and sexy field? A land-line phone is essential, and headsets are preferred for hands-free convenience during those sexy calls! You'll also need a quiet place where you'll have privacy to work. (I prefer the bedroom.) A good supply of erotica is a must, along with a few well-chosen toys- and don't forget the lube!

You must be open-minded, and willing to listen without judgment. Some guys are just calling to talk, and others are calling to get off. Sometimes they want to make a sexy confession, or listen to one of your fantasies. You'll need to hone your acting skills - you've got to be able to fake it if you're not into the type of fantasy the caller enjoys. Your job is to make sure he has a good time, so he wants to call back.

Many companies offer several different types of fetish calls, or specialty calls, and you've got to be able to be convincing at each role, at a moment's notice. You might be called upon to impersonate a sexy MILF, a teen dominatrix, a chick with a dick, a big busty blonde, or a variety of other fantasy roles- all in the same hour.

A sexy voice is a must. Knowing how to listen is even more important, as you'll see in "My First Call." An active fantasy life, a working knowledge of various sex-toys, and a decent collection of inspiring erotica can also come in handy when you need a little inspiration.

Sometimes, you'll be turned on. It can be a sexy way to explore your own fantasies in a safe space. Other times you'll feel nervous, or even a little freaked out and uncomfortable. This is completely normal. I wrote this article to open a dialogue about sexual fantasy, and the role of the phone sex goddess in our society today. It's a dirty job, but somebody's gotta do it!

I am going to share, openly and honestly, ALL the juicy details of my time spent dialing with sticky fingers...

My First Call

My first caller was a young man named Matthew. He was shy and submissive, and confessed that he'd never been with a girl before. We got to talking, and I tried to listen carefully and draw him out of his shell.

Matthew told me that his only sexual experience had been with another boy, when he was in high school. He said, "I've never told anyone this before." He admitted that was ashamed of it, and he thought that if he revealed his secret, girls might laugh, or think it was weird. I sensed that he just needed someone to understand, and accept him. I reassured him, and I told him the truth- I personally find it very sexy to think of two guys together.

"I think it's hot," I told him. "And I'm not alone. Most of my girlfriends feel the same way."

Matthew confessed that he was also concerned about the encounter because thinking about it- and talking about it- really turned him on. "Does that mean I'm gay?" he asked, worried.
Even though we're not supposed to reveal anything personal to callers, I told Matthew about one of my own experiences. It seemed to set his mind at ease a little. I reassured him, telling him same-sex experimentation is perfectly normal.

"I think most people are really bisexual, deep down...if they'd only let themselves be," I told him.

"So, if we were dating, and I told you I'd never been with another girl, but I'd been with a guy-that wouldn't be weird?"

"Hell, no. It's totally normal, and, in my opinion, very sexy."

We had a great chat, and ended the call on a positive note. I learned that sometimes, a guy isn't just calling to get wild and nasty with an anonymous bimbo. He wants to talk about his experiences, and be reassured that those experiences do not make him a freak.

"You're very sexy, and very open minded. Thanks. This gives me hope," he said. It gave me hope, too- hope that I could help shy, scared guys like him blossom, and open their hearts like sunflowers. Matthew was sweet, scared, and maybe even more nervous than I was- all in all, a perfect first time!

Down the Rabbit-Hole: Dominic's Story

Dominic, a thirty-something banker, was a likable, talkative guy. He told me that he lives in California, is tan and blonde, and has a great ass. When I asked him to tell me about one of his kinkiest experiences, I got a little more than I bargained for.

So did Dominic. Here's the story, in his own words:

"I was at a bar one night, and a girl came up to me and we started flirting. After a few drinks, we were really into each other, so she invited me back to her place. She changed into some sexy lingerie, and we made out for a while. Then, she went down on me. It was amazing. When I asked if I could return the favor, she whipped out a cock!"

Dominic was in a very compromising position. He hadn't been expecting this, and he was surprised to discover how much it turned him on. Dom is bi, and very secure with his sexuality. He felt a little strange about this sudden turn of events, but he decided to go with it anyway. He reports that he ended up sucking the guy's cock, and then fucking him in the ass that fateful night. In fact, he enjoyed himself so much that the two of them hooked up for further erotic adventures on and off for the next few months, including a hot threesome with another girl.

Lesson learned- Things aren't always what they seem to be on the singles scene! In this brave new millenia, it's necessary to keep your eyes (and your mind) open, and your jimmy-hat at the ready.

~Indigo



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Thursday, May 05, 2011

Guest Blog and Giveaway with Author Indigo Skye

Book Blurb-

When Brendan Delaney answered an ad for an artist's model, he was looking for an easy way to earn some extra cash. But Morgan Roan wanted more than just a model. Soon, Brendan finds himself caught in a web of deception and desire, lust and betrayal—her captive muse. What price pleasure?

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Chapter Five

Nervous

"I've wanted to fuck you since we first met," Morgan said. "That's one of the main reasons I hired you." She stripped off her silky gown.

"Why didn't you mention that in the interview?" He tweaked one nipple. "I would have jumped you then and there."

"Oh?" She raised a brow and gave him a skeptical look, as though she suspected he was just being kind.

"In a heartbeat." Brendan grinned and kissed her again. "But you were such a bitch! I thought you hated me or something."

"I can be a bitch. Especially when I get nervous. That's when the claws come out." She raked her nails down his chest, and he shivered. "My shrink says it's a defense mechanism."

"I make you nervous?"

"That's one way to put it."

"Do I?" He nibbled at her throat, sampling the delicate flesh there. She tasted of jasmine and smoke.

"Yes."

"Good." Brendan smiled and gave her a lingering kiss. "You make me nervous, too."

"In a good way?" She wrapped one of his curls around her finger and gave it a little tug.

"In the best way." God, she made him horny.

"You should be nervous. You have no idea what I'm capable of."

"I can't wait to find out." Brendan tried to keep his words light, but a tremor of uneasiness broke through. He'd been around the block a few times, but he sure as hell wasn't Dong Juan. He had a few moves—strictly amateur—a little experience, and a whole lot of enthusiasm. But Morgan was older—more sophisticated than the girls he'd been with in the past. Plus, she had tons of money, was famous, and wicked kinky. The Jim Morrison of the art world.

He knew her dark desires before they ever met—you could tell just by looking at her paintings. He'd studied them in Modern Art 101. Her typical subjects were fragile young men chained to beds or bound on their hands and knees. He remembered their bodies—thin and bruised and beautiful anyway—as if they'd been beaten with whips and chains. Beautiful . . . in spite of the pain or because of it. She took their scars and made them sing—made them shine. It was her gift.

She eats guys like me for breakfast. Morgan reminded him of the praying mantises he'd seen on the nature channel. What if she broke out the whips and chains and hot candle wax and shit? Could he ever hope to please a woman like that? He didn't know, but he was determined to try.

"Tell me something." She broke away from his embrace in the middle of a very hot kiss.

"What? Ask me anything." He was rock-hard and more than a little distracted.

"Have you ever done this before?"

Fuck. Busted. "What, kissing?" he asked. He laughed, tried to sound casual. "Sure."

"No—have you ever had sex?"

"Yeah." He worked to keep a defensive tone from creeping into his voice. When she stayed silent, he pressed her. "Why? Am I doing something wrong?"

"No. Just—you seem shy. Nervous. I don't know." She shrugged.

"I'm just trying to take it slow." Brendan stroked the curve of her hip. "I don't want to scare you." He bent to kiss her breasts again.

She laughed, hard and loud. "You're not going to scare me." She shoved him back down on the bed and straddled his hips. "I might scare you, but you couldn't scare me if you tried. Anyway, I don't want you to scare me."

"What do you want?" He bucked his hips beneath her, horny and impatient. "I'm not psychic."

"Just be sweet to me—and fuck me all night long." She ran her long fingers down his chest toward his cock. "Can you?" she asked. "Be sweet?"

"I'll fuck you until you scream. I'll stay in bed with you all weekend—never mind all night. But sweetness?" Now it was his turn to laugh. "I can try. But I gotta warn you, I'm not very good at sweet. If you're after sugar and spice and everything nice, you might have the wrong guy." Brendan smiled and pinched her ass.

"You'll learn," she said. "The willingness to try is everything—in life and in art."

"If you say so." His cock jumped at her feather-light touch.

"I do." She grinned and stroked him harder. With one cool hand, Morgan grasped the base of his shaft. She slipped a condom over the tip and rolled it down the hard curve of his cock. Morgan kissed him, pressing her breasts against his chest. She rubbed up against his body and spread her legs wide. Her cunt opened for him like a flower and he eased his cock into her tight little slit.

She took just the tip at first, refusing to lower herself farther onto his aching shaft, the little tease. "Beg me for it."

"Please. Please fuck me."

In the next breathless moment, she embraced it all. So hot and wet—goddamn! Brendan gasped in pleasure. Morgan's pussy gripped his shaft with surprising strength when he tried to pull out.

"Wait, not yet." Morgan ground her hips against him in a hypnotic figure eight—the symbol of infinity made flesh. Brendan closed his eyes and bit down hard on his bottom lip. He took a deep breath, trying to control his wild urge to flip her over, take control, and fuck her brains out.

In his mind, Brendan went to the beach. Silky white sand sifted beneath his bare feet. The wind blew his hair back from his face—he could almost smell the salty tang of the sea. He sighed. California—always wanted to go there. Maybe someday. He felt the sun beat down on his face. Her pussy was so good—tight and hot—slick with her juices. The slow rhythm of her hips rocked him like gentle waves breaking against the shore.

Morgan closed her eyes and danced to some unknown drummer, increasing her pace until the gentle waves built into a tsunami. She rocked her hips back and forth, faster and faster. Brendan gripped her ass and thrust hard inside her cunt. He watched her face as she moaned and arched her back in the ecstatic release of her climax. The sudden, joyful spasm of her pussy muscles around his cock triggered his own orgasm. He emptied his balls—every last drop—and cried out her name.

"Oh, Morgan, oh God, oh God, oh Jesus!"

After, they lay in bed together, sharing a smoke.

"Is it safe to say you had a religious experience?" She teased him about his earlier pleasure-filled shouts.

"Hallelujah. Amen." He smiled and blew a lazy smoke ring. It hung in the air above them, twisted itself into a figure eight as it faded, and then dissipated. "That was fucking amazing."

"That was amazing fucking," she said with a crooked little grin. "Let's go again."

Author Bio:

Indigo Skye is a writer and photographer living in the American Southwest. Her first novel, Her Captive Muse, was released by Noble Romance Publishers in January. Her work has been widely published online. Last fall, her short story “True Confession” was published in the anthology Uniform Behavior. Her short story, “My Demon Lover,” was recently featured in the Noble Romance Anthology, Red Roses & Shattered Glass. A full list of her published works is available on her blog, Indigo Skye: Ink and Art- http://indigoskyeinkandart.blogspot.com.

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Email: indigoskyeinkandart@gmail.com

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Wednesday, May 04, 2011

Winner Wednesday

Maggie James is the winner of an ecopy of Paranormal Pleasures

Monday, May 02, 2011

Malcolm by Eliza Gayle- An Excerpt & Giveaway

Malcolm: Book 3 in the Black Cougar Series

Publisher: Gypsy Ink Books

Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance

Themes: Shapeshifter, Action/Adventure
Format: eBook
Length: Category Length Novel

He can run be he can’t hide. Not from duty. Not from danger. And especially not from the woman who forces him to face the truth.

Malcolm Gunn’s time is running out along with his ability to shift. When confronted with his past he thinks he’s found a solution. With the help of a little rope, he can let nature takes its course. Unfortunately the woman who is the key to his existence harbors a powerful secret that will destroy them both.

Cheyenne’s been hired to track and retrieve Malcolm at any cost. Her only plan is to get in, get out and keep her sanity intact. In that order. But she’s been warned…If he catches her, he will stake his claim whether she is willing or not.

Deceit and lies bring them together. Murder puts them on the run. Their enemies are closing in and there’s only one, irreversible way out. Some choices can never be forgiven and one man’s anger can destroy it all…Malcolm.

Excerpt:

“Dammit, Malcolm. This isn’t what I came for and you know it.”

“Oh yeah?” he snarled. “Then how come I can smell the sweet scent of your arousal?” His voice came out harsh and growly—more animal than human. With the dexterity of a man who knew his way around rope, he tied first one wrist and then the other before he released his hold.

“You’re being unreasonable.”

Malcolm slammed his pelvis against hers, making sure she got the full effect of how hot her presence made him. “Am I? Really?” With her hands tied above her head, her breasts thrust invitingly toward his face. His claws protracted and he snagged the edge of her shirt with the tip. Slowly, he began to slice the offending garment away. “Tell me to stop,” he dared. The sharp tip of a claw lightly scraped across a clothed nipple.

Instead, she whimpered, the luscious sound of her submission music to his ears. He skimmed one hand down her side and pushed his fingers between their bodies. Her hot flesh seared his fingertips before he slid them under her waistband. When he skimmed the downy hair covering her pussy, he imagined her all those years ago laid out before him, offering herself to him. For a brief few seconds, he circled her clit before dropping to her slick opening. Before she could utter a sound, he pushed two fingers deep inside her.

She gasped.

“You’re so damn hot and wet right now, sweetheart. I think you’d let me do anything I want to you,” he purred into her ear. His head buzzed with need so strong his vision hazed. All the while his fingers toyed with her until he hit the bundle of nerves guaranteed to send her over the edge. His teeth nipped at her neck as he worked her over nice and slow, taking care to prolong the building pleasure as long as possible. He massaged her clit and felt her chest heave as her release raced dangerously close. When her breathing hitched and perspiration broke out on her body, he removed his hand.

“No coming unless I give you permission, Chey. You know the rules.”

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