Friday, August 26, 2011

Sexy Excerpt of The Understudy by Lisabet Sarai

THE UNDERSTUDY by Lisabet Sarai

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Blurb

Is there a future in playing stand-in to a slave?

Sarah Gladstone was thrilled to be offered her first real acting job at the Berks Summer Playhouse. She never expected to be working with theatre legend Geoffrey Hart. The charismatic actor quickly brings her under his spell, not to mention his control, as he initiates her into the dark delights of BDSM. He offers her far more than physical pleasure; they share a level of intimacy and trust beyond anything Sarah could have imagined.

According to the rumours, though, Geoff's heart is taken. Renowned actress Anne Merrill, his long time partner and submissive lover, has severed their relationship and Hart has escaped to the Berkshires to lick his emotional wounds. With her youth, inexperience, and girl-next-door persona, Sarah knows that she can't compete with the glamorous theatre veteran. She fears that she's just a substitute for the real object of Geoff's affections. As he draws her deeper into his intoxicating games of dominance and submission, Sarah wonders if she's willing to settle for the role of understudy in this perverse passion play.

Excerpt

“Sarah!” The edge in his voice cut through my blissful fog. “Are you all right?”

I realised the spanking had stopped. I craned my neck to look back at him. His radiant smile burned away the remains of my trance, though I still felt oddly relaxed. Delicate fingers wiped the tears from my cheeks.

“Yes, sir. I’m fine. Thank you, sir.”

Geoffrey’s laugh was full and genuine, without a trace of ridicule. “Very good, little one! I’m proud of you for taking your punishment so well.”

I glowed. He helped me to stand. As I wriggled my way out of his lap, I felt the hard bulk in his groin. He wanted me! Mousy inexperienced little Sarah Gladstone! My lust flooded back in a molten tide. More than anything―at that moment, even more than my own success―I wanted to feel that solid cock inside me.

“I think you’ve earned a reward,” he commented. “Arms up.”

I obeyed without thinking. He dragged my shirt over my head and tossed it on the chair.

“Turn around.” In an instant my skirt was unzipped and puddled around my ankles.

He paced a slow circle around my naked body. “Very nice,” he murmured. “Very nice indeed.”

My nipples peaked and my juices trickled down the inside of my thighs. I didn’t blush, though. I was beyond modesty.

“Your ass is the colour of Maine lobster,” he chuckled. “Does it hurt?”

“Some.” In truth, it felt hot and sore, pulsing like some scarlet lighthouse. Each pang, though, woke echoes in my cunt that balanced the pain.

Geoffrey continued to survey his handiwork, close enough that I could feel the heat from his body, but he didn’t make contact with my hungry skin. Touch me, please! I felt like screaming. But already I knew enough to remain silent.

“I expect that from now on you will be on time.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll try.” Please, please, please―the mantra rang in my mind. But I knew he was once again teaching me patience.

Suddenly he scooped me up in his arms, carried me into the other room and settled me on the bed. I hardly had a moment to appreciate his strength before he released me. I moaned in disappointment.

“Hush! I’ll be with you shortly.” He began to unbutton his shirt.

I watched, holding my breath, as he revealed a muscled chest and flat belly scattered with black curls. Next he unbuckled his belt. It whooshed as he drew it out of his belt loops. From out of nowhere came the thought of that belt laying stinging trails of pain across my bottom.

He heard my gasp and grinned at me. “Not tonight, sweet. Your ass already looks like raw hamburger.”

He unzipped his trousers and pushed them down over his lean hips. His cock arched up from his groin, straining toward the ceiling.

Oh, God! Saliva gathered in my mouth. I stared at the fat rod of flesh bobbing up and down each time he moved. I was dying to run my tongue along the veined shaft and across the rosy bulb. He came to stand beside the bed, that sumptuous cock inches from my fingers. I wanted to grab him, squeeze him, stroke him until he showered me with his sticky jism. His eyes stopped me.

“Don’t forget, girl. I’m in charge here.”

“Yes, sir. I know.”

“Good. Now put your hands over your head and grab hold of the bars.” The headboard of the colonial style maple bed featured ranks of vertical wooden spindles.

“Are you going to tie me up?” I couldn’t believe what I was saying. Everything was happening so fast. I was driving on the freeway without brakes, my own perverse desires looming up and rushing by as I sped along.

I knew he read the naked desire in my face. He chose not to mock me.

“No. I want to see if you can be still, without being bound. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” I whispered, wondering if I really could.

“Tonight I just want to use you, to fuck you. To see just what kind of a slut you are.”

He climbed on the bed and nudged my thighs apart with his own. His cock gleamed like a rod of steel.

He rubbed the knob back and forth in the slick groove of my pussy. I arched and ground myself against him, the movements waking echoes of his spanking.

“No!” He clamped his nails around my nipple.

“Ow!”

“I want you to lie still, as if you were bound, or drugged. No squirming around. No trying to come. You’ll come, I promise―I said you deserved a reward―but only when I want you to do so. Do you agree?”

Strange emotion welled up, tightening my chest. I could only nod.

“Trust me, little one. I won’t hurt you. Well, not much. Not more than you can bear. In return, I’ll lead you into a whole new world of pleasure.”

I gripped the wooden bars, watching him smooth a condom over the rampant length of that gorgeous cock. My pussy twitched and wept. I wanted him so badly I was ready to cry. Even more, though, I wanted to show him that I could obey.

Geoffrey positioned himself between my splayed thighs. “Remember, Sarah,” he said. “Be still.” Then he rammed his cock all the way into my cunt in one fierce stroke.


Thursday, August 25, 2011

Sexy Excerpt from The Doxy's Daybook by Sable Jordan

The Doxy's Daybook: A Friday in Two Acts
by Sable Jordan


Fresh Whet INK Publishing

Buy it now for 99 cents!

Blurb:

Call her Roz. All of her fans do...

Follow along with Rosalyn Patrice Hayes, a professional doxy. She's more than an actress, she's "a permanent affair." Every day, this southern-born beauty stars in a play she's also written and produced for an audience that doubles as co-star. It's a performance showing on a stage way off Broadway, the grandest stage of all—the hustle and bustle of life in New York. From the time the curtains go up until they go down you'll find yourself mesmerized by each deliciously naughty act.

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Warning: 18+ Only! This title contains erotic scenes, graphic language, anal sex, M/M sex, M/F/M sex, Cowboy sex, F/F sex, (sheesh, there's a lot of sex) umm...sex on a desk, sex toys, some light bondage, interracial/international sex, and a doxy with a smart mouth. Yep, that should cover it.


Excerpt:

With sultry eyes I watch him unroll the latex down his shaft, watch him fist the heavy rod in one hand while the other grips my hair. He slowly eases just the head of his dick onto my tongue. I lick it lightly, round and round the outside with the flat of my tongue, laving at the crown before my lips cover it whole.

He groans, feeds me a little more.

This game of hide-the-cock continues slowly with Jackson setting the pace. Each time I take more of him in he pauses to savor the sensation at the new depth. Finally, when he thinks my mouth is full, he begins to lift on my hair. I stop him, clenching my hands on his thighs and forcing more of him into my throat. He knows I’m going to, I know he wants me to, but he’s too much of a gentleman to do it himself.

“Oh, shit.”

Know your cue…

I pull back and push forward again, encouraging him with moans of appreciation for his massive dick. It throbs in my mouth like it has a heart of its own—thump, thump, thump—eager to drop the load he’s been carrying.

His hips move, just a tiny bit, and I bob a little faster before releasing him with a wet pop. Hand wrapped around the base, I stroke up on the shaft and bear down with my mouth. Jackson loves it; his hands rake through my hair and force my head down. He moves me faster, my hand moves faster, the slick, sloppy sounds of my mouth and soft little hums of delight spurring him on. He grows harder, is right on the verge of exploding, almost—

“Mr. Temple, line one.”

“Uhh-uhh,” he grunts, ready to jet.

I release him from my mouth, thumb and fingers grip tightly just beneath the engorged reddened head. When he comes he’ll be focused on nothing else but the velvety feel of my warm mouth on his dick.

Jackson slaps the intercom, barely able to control his anger. “I said hold ‘em.”

“It’s Darla.” Eva’s voice comes nervously through the speaker.

His hand chafes his jaw, frustrated, torn.

Clearing the desire from his throat, he lifts the receiver with surprising calm. “Hey, sweetheart, I’m in the middle of something. Can I call you back in a few?”

He listens to the reply from the other end; my hand starts to move. His abs clench and brown eyes glare down at me.

“Sure, I’d be happy t’…have your parents st-, uhh, with us…for a whi-….”

Jackson bats at me, tries to make me stop. My lips return to his cock, kissing the root, licking up his veined length. He fists my hair in his hand, tries to yank me off, but I shove him down all the way to the back of my throat, stuffing him in with an audible gag.

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Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Searchers by Pepper St Claire- Sexy Excerpt

Writing steamy love scenes doesn't come easy for me, and I envy those who can. Searchers, published by Whiskey Creek Press, is my debut and swan song erotica.

I'm pretty sure you either need a lot of experience in the field or a great imagination, and sadly, I'm lacking in both areas. Each fictional book I write contains a little truth, and Searchers is no different. I find it funny that some doubt the most "realistic" parts of the novel or dislike a character for being who they truly are.

I hope you'll read Searchers and decide for yourself what's real and what's not. I'm glad walls can't really talk.

~Pepper St Claire




Excerpt: Warning - If you can't handle steam, you may want to pass on this. *lol*

Joey stopped his car in front of her house. She vaguely recalled leaving the lounge and driving home. All of this seemed like a dream to her; a stupor induced dream she didn’t want to see end.

“Would you like to come in?” For a fleeting moment, she worried about her husband coming home early, but he’d never done that in all the years they’d been married. The alcohol dulled her fears.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m very sure.” Taking his hand, she led him across the threshold. Once inside, she fell into his arms and peered up at him. “Kiss me, Joey. I want you to make love to me.”

Her sober mind awoke momentarily. Had she lost all common sense? Bringing him to her own home was totally crazy and she knew it. But, she wanted him in the worst way. She turned a deaf ear to her conscience and summoned back the intoxicated Katie, the Katie who wanted to make love with someone who was almost a stranger, the Katie who was living her dream. She’d had the appetizer and now she wanted the main course.

Joey slanted away from her. “Here? Is it safe?” His brow creased.

Did she even care? “Yes, my husband won’t be home for hours.” She ran a lazy tongue over her bottom lip, though quivering with the fear of rejection. “Don’t you want me?”

His eyes told her he did. With nimble fingers, he unzipped her dress and allowed it to drop to the floor. She stepped from the delicate heap and led him to the bedroom. As he stood before her, she began unbuttoning his shirt, running her hands across his erect nipples and splaying her fingers in the mat of black hair on his muscular chest. Following the curly trail downward, she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his Levis and allowed her hand to dip into his underwear. Freed from the confines of his boxers, his erection blossomed before her eyes. She cupped her hand around its girth. “Is this for me?” Her brazenness surprised even her.

He chuckled. “Every bit of it.”

When he stepped back to shed his clothing, she turned on the stereo. It was already set to a soft rock station, and the song playing at the moment intensified her desire to engage in hot, steamy sex.

Joey crept up behind her and unfastened her bra. He cast it aside, and then slid her panties down to the floor. She stepped out of them and turned to face him. Numbed by months of Rick’s mistreatment, she pushed aside feelings of guilt or remorse. “Take me now,” she instructed before her courage faded. Together, they collapsed in a naked heap on the bed, the very bed she shared with her husband.

The old Katie might have cared about hurt feelings and betrayal, but the new Katie saw Joey’s attention and desire as a dream come true. She wanted him, and more importantly, he wanted her. Her hands couldn’t stop touching, her lips tasting him. As he captured her nipple in his mouth, her back arched in ecstasy. “Oh yes, Joey. Oh yes!”

He responded to her plea by trailing his lips down her body. He paused for a moment to lap at her navel, and then plunged his head between her thighs. His flicking tongue sought her passion’s core. She draped her legs over his shoulders and raised her hips in invitation to probe more deeply. Her breathing turned into panting, and the room began to spin. Never before had she felt such heat.

Joey wiggled free from the grasp of her legs, swiveled around and straddled her. “Turn about is fair play,” he said. “Let’s enjoy a little sixty-nine.”

Mutual oral sex was something she’d never experienced with her husband, so she welcomed the opportunity to engage in something new and exciting with Joey. He bent and continued tonguing her throbbing nub while his penis, swaying with his movements, brushed gently against her mouth, daring her, tempting her. At first she licked at its silken head, but soon parted her lips and sucked him fully into her mouth. His moan pulsated against her vulva. She slathered his organ with scintillating licks and kisses, and after repeatedly pulling the length of him deep into her mouth, a warm liquid slid down her throat, thick, salty, and stimulating. Her knees fell wide apart while he vacuumed every ounce of strength from her body.

Monday, August 22, 2011

A Very Naughty Halloween Event

Throughout the month of October I will be hosting the "Very Naughty Halloween" event here at Roxanne's Realm.

I would love to host any authors who have erotic Halloween stories or erotic paranormal stories to share. I'd love to offer lots of giveaways.

I am also willing to post guest pieces from authors (even if you don't have a paranormal or Halloween book to share) who would like to write about sexy Halloween topics, share their favorite naughty Halloween costumes, or contribute a guest blog relating to something Halloween (top 10 sexiest Halloween movies, naughty Halloween party ideas, sexy Halloween costume ideas, etc).

So if you'd like to participate, let me know what type of guest spot you'd like to grab (guest blog, book feature, giveaway, etc) and email me at RoxanneRhoads@aol.com

Sunday, August 21, 2011