The Sensual Scribe

'All Systems Optimal' Excerpt

2011-11-28T09:05:00.000-08:00

“Leave it to you to see luxury in what everyone else considers a hovel.” She looked up to the glass dome that covered the short length of the module acting as ceiling and walls. “It is beautiful, but a bit oppressive.”

He followed her gaze. A coral garden in infinite colors of teal, yellow, and purple stretched up jaggedly some distance from the front of the dome. Beyond was endless blue. “I have lived here since the overcrowding laws required me to leave topside. Three years and I am not tired of the view.”

Lolly shuddered. “So much water. And the damn seals always leaking. I worry that I’ll see a newsflash on the vid: ‘Hydro Terrace apartment building implodes under weight of a napping jelly fish.’” She waved her hands in front of her face in mock terror.

Tage laughed, pleased that humor was within his parameters. She was so vibrant and gregarious that it would be difficult to relate to her otherwise. He enjoyed their interactions. He gave into an impulse to touch her and playfully flicked her earlobe. “It is not as fragile as that. And anyway droids cannot drown, remember?”

She pursed full, shapely lips colored with a rich cinnamon gloss. He stared a moment, wondering if she would taste like cinnamon if he kissed her.

Her eyes twinkled as she gave him a slow inviting smile, as if she knew what he was thinking. His heartbeat quickened and his control over his body functions slipped enough that his shaft thickened. He turned back to the fruit on the counter and ran a hand through his tousled brown hair before he resumed slicing.

Lolly, incurable flirt that she was, would perhaps let him satisfy his curiosity, but he had good reason to hesitate. That reason pinged the door hatch as Tage struggle to calm down his erection.

Lolly skipped the three steps to the hatch and flung it open. From the doorway, Ian gave her a small smile which accentuated the perfection of his face. A gently squared jaw and high cheekbones gave him a rugged look, while wide sky blue eyes under shaggy chocolate eyebrows suggested sensitivity.

He wore his usual-a simply cut light cotton shirt with short sleeves, and baggy tan work pants. The snug shirt stretched across his toned chest, and was a light blue that made his eyes stand out. Tage’s throat tightened at the sight of him, accompanied by a pleasant lightness in his chest. Ian had always been beautiful to him, but lately, as with Lolly, his body’s reactions were intense and off program.

Ian moaned in appreciation and pulled her closer, one hand running over her short white dress and tight, round ass. “I love your way of being upset with me.” He gave Tage a teasing grin over her head. “And you mate? You upset too?”

Tage tilted his head as he attempted to decipher his friend’s meaning. Though sure Ian was making a joke rather than an invitation, Tage imagined walking over, squashing Lolly between them, and sliding his tongue between Ian’s lips. As the image burned in his mind, desire flared in his belly.

This is too much. Tage instructed the operating system of his postironic central nervous system to send out the necessary signals to calm the excited parts of his anatomy. His throat and erection relaxed immediately, but the feeling of lightness in his chest remained.

The Return of 'All Systems Optimal'

2011-11-28T08:58:00.000-08:00

My short scifi MMF disappeared from the ranks of free reads here on my blog because I decided to sell it. And succeeded! It is currently available through the publisher New Dawning Bookfair and on Amazon Kindle. If you've already read it, you may be interested in purchasing the anthology Threesomed in which it's featured with nine other short erotic menage stories. Also available from New Dawning and on Kindle.

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Cold Stone

2011-02-28T18:56:00.000-08:00

Milla looked around the dim passenger cabin trying to identify what had startled her. Bluish light danced on the ceiling, cast from the compute-pads most of the other commuters were plugged into. Her own pad sat on the tray in front of her displaying a bit of work she hadn’t finished during the day. She rubbed her strained eyes, removed her suit jacket, and tossed it in the empty seat next to her. Dion always teased that only the too efficient and overly-stressed took the express jump; maybe he was right. She was tired and imagining things.

Yawning, she brushed a braid back behind her ear…and froze. Dion’s life-stone, normally warm against her earlobe, was cold. Chills crawled across her skin. Her fingers grasped the stone and squeezed it as if that would make it come back to life. It pulsed weakly.

She sat paralyzed, unsure what to do. The stone was connected to an implant that monitored the heartbeat of the man she loved. He wore a matching one in his ear that monitored hers. It was a fad really. Something couples who work off-world had taken to. ‘Worlds apart, yet only a heartbeat away.’ was the slogan.

“Are you ok?” Milla jumped and stared at the attendant.

“Yes…no. I, ah, my husband’s life stone. It’s weak and pulsing.” She clutched it tighter. “He’s a technophobe. Doesn’t even have an ID implant, but I forced him to indulge me with the stones. It’s not supposed to go cold. I have to call him.” Her laugh was high pitched.

The man’s eyes went wide before he schooled his features. He squatted down and spoke to her in a soothing voice. “The field will be up for another twenty minutes.”

“Right, no communication from inside the jump field.”

He put a hand over her trembling one. “Perhaps it’s broken.” He turned and jaunted away, but not before she saw pity in his eyes.

As soon as the ship landed in the city space port, Milla used her compute-pad to connect with Dion’s office. “Mr. Dion has not returned from his meal break, Ms. Milla,” his automated assistant informed her.

“I have to find him.” She tried to match the AI’s calm tones as she explained the situation.

“The probability that he will survive is less than one percent,” it reported.

“What?” Her heart pounded painfully in her chest. She wished she could reach through the pad and slap some feeling into the voice on the other end.

“Life-stones, though little more than toys, are quite accurate. Pulsing indicates his heart is failing. He will die soon.” Milla screamed wordlessly, helplessly at the pad. “Miss?”

She forced deep breaths into her body. He couldn’t have just developed a sudden illness. “There must be some other explanation.”

The AI replied, “There is a point one percent chance that the stone’s signal is being blocked at the source by strenium, a rare metal, however the likelihood that he has been involved in an accident is eight-five percent.”

Milla disconnected the call and threw the pad across the aisle. The cabin was empty and silent. She could hear her own heart thunder as it worked its way into full panic. An accident. But I just saw him this morning.

As he’d stood in their kitchen making breakfast, she gazed at the fire red highlights revealed in his dark brown hair by the sunlight. He grinned at her in sudden inspiration. “Milla, why don’t we skip work,” he slipped the omelet onto a plate and pulled her into the warmth of his arms, “and stay in bed all day?”

Hesitating, she toyed with medallion that lay nestled in the curls on his chest. She was so busy at work lately; they hadn’t spent much time together. “Dion, I wish I could, but I’ve too much work to do.”

Now, tears of regret stung her eyes. If she had said yes, would this be happening? She shook herself. Somewhere, Dion lay dying. She sobbed and lunged for the pad.

She connected with security and spoke with yet another AI. “Our logs indicate Mr. Dion has elected not to have an ID implant?”

“Yes?” She could almost hear the thing sigh.

“There is an unidentified male currently in urgent care at the hospital. He was involved in an accident near your husband’s workplace, so it is likely him. He is not expected to recover. I suggest you go there directly.”

“Thank you,” Milla replied weakly. She disconnected and stumbled out the ship, ignoring the attendant’s condolences. She barely had time to shield her eyes from the sun’s glare reflected off a hundred silver city spires, before a personal transport stopped in front of her. When it asked her for her destination she just stared at the console.

If the security AI was wrong and Dion was at home, getting to him right away was paramount. But if he was at the hospital he would not survive long enough for her to stop at home first. She gripped the console with hands gone bloodless. After a deep steadying breath, she gave her home address. Five minutes away, the pulsing stopped. The stone was utterly cold.

Tears streamed down Milla’s face as she reached for the key pad on her front door. The normally soothing sounds of the breeze through leaf-filled trees and the rushing water of the small nearby brook only reminded her of their isolation from the city. She ran into the bedroom, and there he was. Supine on the bed, arms and legs limp and very still. A wail broke from her lips as she stumbled closer to the bed. "Dion. God no."

He snored. "What?" Her face contorted with hopeful confusion. Then she saw his medallion at the end of the chain around his neck. His father's war medallion made of a rare metal. "Strenium." And the thing was plastered on his sweaty temple, right over the damn implant.

Ezulie's Gift

2010-06-19T17:52:00.000-07:00

All over the beach clusters of drummers banged out a driving rhythm. Celebrants accompanied the hypnotic beat with singing, horn blowing, and cymbal playing under a full yellow moon. The sound of the waves climbing up the beach added their rhythm to that of the drums. Shelia crossed her arms tightly over her chest as her eyes darted around trying to take in everything at once. Feeling like she was on vacation on another planet instead of another country, she released her arms, determined to relax.

She walked along the shoreline where blocks of white garbed priestesses, initiates, and acolytes broke up the festive ocean of orange, purple, mauve, and teal of the carnival style dressed celebrants. Her hands fluttered over the thin purple silk sarong draped around her brown toned thighs.

The rough texture of its hand-painted flowers gently scraped against her nipples. She resisted the urge to cover them with her arms again. Even though many others danced and walked around the beach wearing much less, she couldn’t help feeling a bit self conscious. Nothing about this was ordinary for the young disciplined Christian woman.

She stood in the midst of a celebration for Ezrulie, the Vodoun Goddess of sensuality. Her pastor would not approve of her being there. His scolding voice quoted scripture in her head, ‘For thou shalt worship no other god: for the LORD, whose name is Jealous, is a jealous God.’ Sheila shivered and goose bumps crawled along her flesh. She blew out a breath and shook her head trying to free it of the phantom voice. The scripture had no relevance to her. She didn’t even believe in Ezrulie. Still, if she had doubts perhaps she should go.

She chewed her lip as she edged around a laughing, bare breasted young woman. Pastor’s voice continued to scold, “You should leave before you get yourself into trouble; the fornication kind.” A twinge of guilt twisted her gut. The truth was, getting into just that kind of trouble was exactly why she was here. High-inducing drum beats and half naked dancers were child’s play compared to that. She began to walk hesitantly down the beach again, as doubts assailed her.

She shook them off. After all, what had her reputation as a pious, chaste, God-fearing woman gotten her? Single, three weeks before her wedding. Dumped by her supposedly God-fearing fiancé. Deacon high and mighty said she was too virginal for him. He’d made noises about how she was too good for him, but that was bull. Eight months later, he was married someone else, and here she stood on this beach. Single, alone, virginal.

A naked couple swept passed her, laughing as they ran towards the water. The man’s erection slid across the back of her hand in an accidental brush, leaving a pleasant tingling sensation behind. A jolt shot through her as strong as if a lover had given her an intimate caress. She hugged herself, trying to pull herself together as her hormones raged. She couldn’t believe she was reacting so powerfully to such a meaningless touch of skin.

The couple reached the water and twisted themselves around one another in an enthusiastic kiss. They had no issues with making a public display of themselves. Sheila felt her cheeks burn at the thought of her own body being bared for all here to see. Well, wasn’t that her sensual plan; to unleash herself far from home where only strangers would witness? Her courage failed her, and she turn to head back to her hotel room.

But she didn’t, couldn’t. A gentle urging from the back of her mind kept her rooted where she stood in the midst of the crowd of half naked party goers. Not an urging, an instinct that something fabulous would happen if she pushed past her boundaries and stayed.

As she stood poised on the point of indecision, she saw her. Flowers and shells had been sewn into her braids, the shells chiming against one another softly as she turned her head to look right at Sheila. A priestess. A beautiful mirror image of her Goddess. Two initiates in white sat before her, eyes closed and heads thrown back in prayer. Sheila was drawn in by the woman’s eyes; trapped so that she couldn’t look away. “Will you let the Goddess in sister?” the priestess asked her. Sheila felt her belly twist as a new doubt entered her mind. This woman had something. A glow about her. Power. What if the Goddess was real? Unnerved she stepped back slowly as the woman picked up a gourd and offered its’ contents to the two initiates.

They drank eagerly, grinning. The male initiate started to convulse rhythmically; hopping gracefully and quickly to his feet to twist his body in hard deliberate movements. The female undulated her body gently as she stood, creating the illusion that she was floating, and then hovering above the ground. Or maybe it isn’t an illusion. Were her feet, covered by her long white gown, touching the ground? They both beamed; joy bright in their eyes. Sheila’s heart beat faster as she watched them. This was similar to people dancing in the Holy Spirit at church. But what spirit was upon these two? The brew or something else?

The priestess smiled reassuringly and beckoned her to drink from the gourd. Sheila shook her head and took another step back. She didn’t leave. That instinct was there again, pushing her forward. She was paralyzed with indecision again. She shook herself and blew out a frustrated breath. She was a decisive person and had had more than enough of this crippling doubt. She reminded herself the goddess was not real, then snatched the cup from the priestess’ hand and gulped down a generous mouthful. The priestess laughed as Shelia sputtered. The brew was sweet and spicy. Creamy like milk, with a hard hit of cinnamon.

Joyous warmth spread out from her belly to engulf her whole body. Her anger and doubts lost their edge as a tangible calm settled over her. She briefly wondered what was in the brew but realized she didn’t really care. She felt too good. An abundance of energy shot though her demanding to be used to some purpose. The priestess gazed at her and murmured, “Let the Goddess in.” Sheila dismissed this advice. Instead she reveled in the feeling of elation and sought a way to express it.

The two initiates had found a way. They ate at each other’s mouths and swallow one another’s laughter as they tore the white garb from their bodies. The man’s glorious erection jumped eagerly when the woman stroked him with a sure hand. Lust pooled in Shelia’s belly, and with wantonness, she stepped towards them. But a young man spun in front of her, to block her view of them and the watchful priestess. His arms were outstretched as if to say go no further.

She shied away from him, startled. She felt like a child who’d had her hand slapped away from the campfire. So pretty, but so dangerous. She lifted her chin and stared at him. The bemused half smile on his face and the slight shake of his head seemed to call her naïve. What did he care? The question drifted out of her mind as she let her eyes wander over this curious obstacle. He wore a gold loin cloth over a full and heavy looking bulge. The bit of clothing left his lean, well toned chest and legs bare. Delectable brown nipples stood out from his honey olive skin which was dusted with gold glitter from head to toe. The abundant jet black wavy hair that fell almost to his waist was crowned with an elaborate gold and green feathered headdress.

Sheila’s insides tightened and her cheeks heated. She felt her lips curl up in an appreciative smile, and stilled them. She was wary of this beautiful man. Of the affect he had on her. But perhaps that meant he was the opportunity she sought. She waited for him to make some indication of his intentions.

His amber eyes steady on her, he began a slow serpentine dance. The effects of the heady brew combined with the sight of his contracting abs and writhing hips mesmerized her. She forgot to breath. He laughed as she took in a gulp of air, and then moved closer to her as he continued his gyrating dance. The touch of his body invited hers to follow. She did, hesitantly; the rhythm pulling at her. She resisted. “Let go” he said, his eyes encouraged her. “The Goddess is here.” He traced his fingers lightly over her heart as he said it. Sheila crinkled her brow as she thought, Is she? Here in my heart? I feel nothing. He grinned at her as if he knew her thoughts. “Dance”, he said. “Let the drums move you. Let the Goddess in.”

Tentatively at first, she moved with the drums. The driving rhythm forced sharp, staccato movements from her body. Something heavy was fell away from her, and she felt light and free. Yes, this is what I’m here for. I want this. His rich laughter flowed over her, warming her. “The Goddess is here!” he said again. Warmth grew within her. Her movements gentled into soft undulations and flowing arms. She opened, expanded. A fresh, gentle, and unmistakably feminine presence lovingly embraced her. An electric zing of shock passed through Shelia as identified it. “Ezrulie.”, she whispered in awe. The Goddess was real, and in her, claiming her as one of her own.

‘For thou shalt worship no other god…’ Icy fingers seemed to grip her heart. She collapsed to the ground. Curled up into a ball, Sheila clamped her arms around her knees and tried to keep the Goddess out. Now I’ve done it! Blasphemy! She shook off the soothing hands of the priestess and the golden man while she waited for some terrible punishment from God to descend upon her.

Nothing happened.

The rich, sensuous laughter of Ezrulie echoed in her head. ‘Child, what were you expecting? A lightning bolt to burn you to ash? Or to be eaten alive by a plague of locusts? Foolishness.’

Sheila rolled the Goddess’ words slowly around in her head as she continued to hold herself tense against God’s absent wrath. She gasped and sat up looking Heaven-ward as she realized no reaction was coming. She burst out laughing. “Lightning bolts and locusts!” she sputtered. “Bless me I did actually expect it.”

Ezrulie’s laughter joined hers. ‘Do you think God really wants you to be afraid?’

Sheila sobered, pondering. Maybe not. I don’t know. But, I know I don’t want to be afraid. She stood and swung her head and shoulders back. Her long caramel hair cascaded down her back with the movement. She opened her arms and heart to the sky and laughe; laughed so hard joyful tears washed down her face. She hovered a moment with her arms wide to savor the presence of the Goddess as it poured over her like clean cool water. It made her skin tingle as it flowed down through her outstretched arms, to pulse pleasantly through her head, and into her heart.

The golden man joined her in a dance. She ran her hands down his smooth powerful thighs then up until she tentatively stroked his firm ass. She moaned, then laughed and grinned at him. She let her hands travel over his tight, hot body. He shivered slightly and invited her in closer with his arms and heated gaze. How much guilt had she built up around such a simple, innocent pleasure? As her lust rose, urgency came with it, crowding out the subtle cool energy of Ezrulie. He pulled back as if he sensed it, and instructed her again, “Dance.”

She moved again as she closed her eyes and opened herself to the quiet, joyous presence. Ezrulie came, a blissful flow of energy at once both calming and ecstatic. Shelia allowed the flow of energy to move her more than the music. She spun, undulated, laughed, and twisted in her own space within herself. Alone with the Goddess. She was aware of others who danced and still others who watched. And she could feel him close by, the energy of Ezrulie riding him as well.

She felt like she could reach out with psychic hands and touch him, merge with him, but an Ezrulie held her back. ‘This time is for you to be alone with your own sensual power.’

Sheila continued to dance in a frenzy. She let go of her self-imposed repression and burned away inhibitions. Her sarong danced its’ own dance around her body, flowing in the warm breeze that blew lovingly between her thighs to caress her damp curls.

The energy around her rose in a final crescendo driven by the drums, the chants, and the dance around her. She allowed herself to be carried with it, as she shimmyed through the ecstatic climax, then shook as she journeyed back to awareness. She did not come fully back to a normal state of consciousness. She didn’t want to. Not yet. She settled onto the beach in a cross legged position to savor the blissful quivers through her body.

The energy around her changed slightly. She felt a strong presence behind her, warm on her back. The presence seemed to hesitate, then meeting no protest, it solidified into a muscular male body. Shelia smiled, not needing to turn around to recognize him. She knew his energy now, could feel the slight rumbling vibration and joyful little prickles that marked him.

She laughed at herself. She didn’t believe in any new agey stuff like chakras and auras, and yet here she was reveling in it. His energy wrapped around her as his naked thighs dusted with gold glitter engulfed hers. She welcomed both the energetic and physical touch.

His large, smooth palms slid down her body to her hips. Gently, he pulled her against him, her back supported by his chest as his hot engorged flesh pressed into her. His lips kissed, sucked at her neck, triggering more waves of pleasure and soft cries.

She shivered as she felt his tongue, lightly licked and tickled, then firmly bathed her neck with moist heat and pressure. Soft bites followed. She was limp with pleasure, and her body surrendered itself to this man’s arms. His hands untied her sarong and removed it from between their bodies. Her soft skin rubbed against firm male flesh. The warmth grew into a hot energetic pulsing throughout her body that was echoed by his.

She felt the Goddess inside her and him flow back and forth until their energy merged and she felt bound to him. She rocked her hips back, and felt the length of him between her buttocks. He groaned against her neck at the welcome pressure. His hands caressed her breasts; his fingers pinched her erect nipples. Her genitals clenched with anticipation of release. And all the while, the hot pulsing of their joined energies and that of Ezrulie built around them, and pulled them to higher states of ecstasy.

Sheila turned her head to invite a kiss. Their lips met hungrily. Breath flowed from one to the other in the slight space that appeared and disappeared between their lips. Through their joined breathes their merging deepened. Their hearts connected at a level higher than mere flesh.

She welcomed him in-on so many levels-and he accepted her invitation. His hand was smooth and hot on her belly as he drew her closer. His erection nudged against her slick lips before it slipped blissfully inside. She cried out and felt his gasp against her cheek as he filled her. They paused like that, in no rush to move on; the moment so delicious that it didn’t require movement. Eventually, though, desire built between them and demanded fulfillment. She had to move then, and rocked her hips against him. He rolled his hips with hers so their love making felt like a continuation of the earlier dance. She gripped his strong thighs for support as she thrust herself down upon him again and again.

“Ezrulie.” He murmured, his voice becoming strained. His fingers strayed from her belly to massage the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs. She jumped in ecstasy at the contact. An electric line of pre-orgasmic pleasure zipped straight to her innermost core. Her womb tightened around him of its’ own accord, and he groaned in response. He thrust wildly, then torturing slow. The fast rhythm overwhelmed both her throbbing, needy womanhood and her unraveled emotions. But the slow strokes were worse as he dragged his hot thick member across every single nerve inside her at an excruciatingly leisurely pace.

She felt an orgasm build as he continued his erratic rhythm-fast fast, slow, fast fast, slow. Then her orgasm crushed over her in waves. He held still inside of her as she came, pressed against that magic spot inside that intensified the pleasure and drew out her ecstasy. At the crest of each orgasmic wave she seemed to disappear and melt into him, the Goddess, the nearby ocean, the universe. There was no thought, no sense of her body, only pure ecstasy. Every time the waves of her orgasm receded, a small thrust of his hips started them again.

She squeezed around his pulsating shaft. He quaked as his impending orgasm demanded to be released. As she came again she clamped down on him as hard as she could and brought him with her. They undulated against one another and moaned; temporarily helpless and overcome pleasure. He kissed her, wet and opened mouth, passionate and sweet. She smiled with delight, as she returned his kisses. She felt the Goddess leave as something else settled down inside, taking up permanent residence. Her own personal sensual power.

At a touch on her shoulder, she reluctantly broke her lips away from his and turned to see the priestess. The woman beamed at her. She leaned down to place a kiss on Shelia’s forehead. “Welcome home, sister.”

Shelia crinkled her brow. “What was in that brew I drank?” It must be some sort of hallucinogen. An unpleasant thought struck her. Would this newfound power leave her when she came down?

The priestess, reading her face correctly, shook her head. “The magic was not in the milk, it was in you. The brew is only a trick to make you see it. Once initiated to it, it will never leave you.” She grinned. “Don’t take my word for it. Call it again.”

Shelia smiled wickedly at the naked golden man who still held her in his arms, and he grinned back. She called up the sensual power now curled up contentedly in her belly and it flared to life. It wrapped around them both with renewed ardor. Before it swept them away again into the boundary-less passion, Shelia thanked the Goddess Ezrulie for her gift.

Fun Sci-Fi Sex Part I: Pon Farr

2010-06-14T13:48:00.000-07:00

I had to do post on Star Trek, one of the sci-fi worlds I grew up with. It was suggested that I write about Klingon mating rituals, but I must admit I find Klingons among the least appealing sentient beings in the universe. So sorry Worf. But you and Deanna Troy? Really? The exception would be B’Elanna Torres, the sexy Klingon/human half breed rebel on Voyager. I always appreciated her attitude and barely contained fire. Though I liked Paris, I thought he was a bit too mellow for her. Chakotay would have been my choice. So hot!

As far as sci-fi sex practices go, the Pon Farr has always fascinated me. Vulcans are so contained and emotionless, that the idea of them going into a violently sexual heat every seven years is thrilling. And the sexy part is they must mate with someone they are empathically bonded to or they die! Oh yeah, they can also purge the Pon Farr in ritual combat, but that’s no fun.

One of my favorite episodes is Blood Fever. It demonstrates the Pon Farr well and involves my girl, B’Elanna. A Vulcan junior officer, Vorik, is going threw his first Pon Farr and chooses B’Elanna for his mate. Presumptuous. Don’t worry, she puts him straight. But not before he accidentally transfers the Pon Farr to her via plak tow, the telepathic mating bond. God I love Star Trek! Then, fortunately she and Paris become trapped in a cave together.

So we have B’Elanna, a fiery Klingon in a Vulcan sexual frenzy trapped with charming but not so alpha Tom Paris. I though his protestations of taking advantage of her in horny state were cute. But I wasn’t fooled. Mistress B’Elanna was in complete control of the situation. She’s physical and emotionally stronger than he is, and it didn’t ring true when she backed down and angrily accepted his refusal.

The last bit of the episode was perfect, however, showing that B’Elanna is definitely the dom in that relationship. Vorik challenges Paris for the right to mate with her, and B’Elanna says screw that, I’ll fight you myself. And of course, she proceeds to kick his ass. You go girl!

So Star Trek fans, what are your favorite Pon Farr moments? Or any favorite Star Trek couples?

After Hours

2010-06-11T04:22:00.000-07:00

I hate working late on Fridays. So does my boss. Which is why every Friday she bails out at 4P and I’m left to twiddle my thumbs until 6P. Needless to say, staying after 6P on a Friday is just not something I do. So, last Friday, as I was preparing to leave work, a man entering the lobby of my insurance office was the last thing I wanted to see. “I’m sorry, sir, we’re closed.” I was annoyed, but still noticed that he was rather attractive. He had lightly tanned, smooth looking skin, and a kind of baby face that made it difficult to tell his age. As I stepped closer, I was drawn into innocent grey eyes. My eyes discretely strayed down his tall, lean frame hidden beneath a very classy looking suit. Though his suit was well tailored, he was not.

His blond hair was a tousled mess. A very attractive mess. I had the almost irresistible urge to reach out and run my fingers through it. I realized with embarrassment that I was staring at him with my mouth open. I shut it and stammered out an apology. But he clearly didn’t mind because he gave me a slow inviting smile. Flushing, I tried to play it off. “I’d be more than happy to help you Monday morning.”

Looking disappointed, he ran a hand through his hair. “Can you make an exception? See, I’m going to my sister’s birthday party, and I bought her this expense bracelet. Maybe too expensive for a thirteen year old. She loses things.” He flashed me a beseeching smile. “Please.”

I crossed my arms under my ample breasts and lifted an eyebrow at him, taunting. “You want me to stay after hours to insure a necklace that is sure to be lost? And, you think I should do that for a mere ‘please’?”
His smile and eyes turned warm, not just friendly warm, smoldering. “Well, I could offer you more.” He sauntered towards me, his eyes freely roaming over my slender waist and curvy hips, down to my shapely legs and high heels. He stopped in front of me, barely an inch between us. The heat from his body seeped over me slowly like a newly lit fire. “I think I can convince you to stay open a little longer.”

He caressed my face with large, warm hands and looked into my eyes. A deep, soul penetrating gaze that had me melting into vulnerable pool of want. My hands found their way inside his jacket as his lips met mine. His silky lips were so delicious, coaxing mine into a slow dance. Lust overcame decorum. I wanted more. My hands stroked over the hard muscles of his chest, and began to unbutton his shirt.

I returned to reality long enough to realize we were still in the lobby where any passer-by could see us. I tore myself away from him reluctantly and went to lock the outer door. I was sure I blushed as I asked him, “Will you step into my office please?”

“Excellent, I really appreciate this.” He grinned at me wickedly, managing to look both boyish and sensually naughty at the same time.

“I’m sure.” I teased as I shut the door. He grinned wider and gave a little laugh before pulling me against him and putting his month on mine in another soft, wet kiss. His hands gripped my ass through my cotton skirt, kneading and rubbing. I tangled my hands in that tousled hair pulling his head gently to encourage more kisses. His tongue licked over my lips before coaxing its way inside my mouth. Once there it was hot and demanding, dancing with my own tongue.

He pulled my hips to his and I moaned as his erection rubbed against my thigh. I could feel my pussy lips sliding against each other as my juices flowed. He moved his hands between us to squeeze and massage my large breasts. Unbuttoning my sweater, he pulled down a cup of my bra and sucked the erect nipple into his mouth. His circling tongue felt so wonderful, I craved to have it work on another part of my body. Aching to felt him, I reached inside his pant and cupped his cock, just savoring its warmth and hardness for a moment. Slowly, I began to massage the base, right above his balls.

He shivered slightly and groaned around my breast. I traced a finger up his shaft to the sensitive spot below the head and pressed. He groaned louder; a growl, and thrust into my hand as he moved up to bite my neck. Exquisite chills raced down my spine, and my cunt, my whole body, spasmed. I even whimpered a little as he began licking my ear. I stroked him while he teased the sensitive flesh. Moist droplets seeped onto my fingers from his plumb head and I sighed with anticipation. I wanted to taste him.

Kneeling, I assisted him out of his trousers while he removed his jacket. I was already on him as he struggled out off his shirt and tie. I started with steady long strokes, taking him all the way in my mouth until my nose touched his stomach, then pulling back slowly until just the head is in my mouth. He shuddered just a little harder with each pass. He tasted delicious, clean musky male with a hint of spice. I drank him in reveling in each tremor, each moan, each spasm of his cock.

He pulled away suddenly leaving my mouth hungry. My moan of protest was silenced as he pulled me into his arms and kissed me as if he my breath were a source of sustenance. He carried me to the plush love seat and lay me down, his lips still tangled with mine. I was enraptured, completely captured in our kiss. He bestowed reverent, magical kisses down my body parting my clothing on his way. Each kiss sent exquisite chills through me, and my pussy throbbed in longing, awaiting its’ turn to be worshipped.
When his tongue caressed my swollen clitoris, I felt muscles deep in my pussy twitching. I moaned in appreciation, and arched into his mouth. My desire and need for him intensified as he alternately tongue kissed my clit and thrust his tongue into my pussy teasing but not reaching the sweet spot inside. “More.” I pleaded. And his eyes smile up at me from between my legs.

He stood, pulling my legs over his shoulders. He stared at me, nostrils flaring in lust as he slowly rescued an eager condom from its’ wrapping. He rolled it down over his erection, and shivered as I reached down to massage the latex covered head of his cock.

Then we both watched, mesmerized as his cock slowly disappeared inside me. He was pleasantly thick and filled me up wonderfully. He sighed in contentment when his cock was completely sheathed inside me, and I looked into his eyes. They had softened, gone from grey to a pale blue, and his face held the wonder of a child discovering something new and impossible. Raw want clenched in my belly again at that look. Then the wonder was replaced by a wicked, mischievous gleam as he began to plunge into me deeply and slowly. I lay there gazing into his eyes as he leisurely fucked me delighting in the sweetness of it but not expecting to come. I was in for a pleasant surprise.

His thumb began to trace lazy circles over my clit while his hips angled each thrust upward so that the head of his cock kissed my g-spot over and over again. Pressure built sluggishly, but steadily inside me. His cock seemed to swell as I tightened around him, and he groaned. His lust filled gaze remained steady on my face as it twisted with agonized pleasure. “That’s right; let me see how pretty you are when you come.”

I crept into an orgasm so intensely drawn out, that I was sure my pussy had slipped into a dimension where time had slowed for it alone. While I bucked and screamed out my release, my pussy rode every spasm of my orgasm individually, making sure I appreciated each one. And then he rode me hard. Without time to come down, I stay at an ecstatic peak while he moved towards his own release. When I came again, my pussy milking his cock relentlessly with strong, deep contractions, he was pushed over the edge. We groaned out our pleasure, and then he pulled me up into an embrace. It was some time before either of us felt inclined to move.

He got his insurance policy. And I’m not even should I care if little sis loses that gold bracelet. As I left the office with his number programmed into my phone, I thought, maybe working over time once in awhile isn’t so bad.

Submission grappling with vampires!

2010-05-17T08:45:00.000-07:00

If you’ve read ‘Chosen’ then you know that Shauna Christie is a pretty tough chick. Well, in her newest adventures in my work in progress, 'Lukoran’s Faithful', she’ll be kicking butt Brazilian Jujitsu style. I chose to use BJJ in my story because I figured it would negate the vamps’ advantage of speed and strength. My vamps aren’t super human in these areas unless they are bloodborn vamps of a certain age. Other vamps have only slightly heightened abilities. But BJJ is a martial art that relies on less on size, strength, and speed, and more on leverage.

When I started doing more research and watching YouTube videos, and I kind of got hooked on BJJ. I wanted to try it myself. I figured I should anyway just for the research. So, off I went to a practice class I found on the internet. I was really nervous about going, and worried that I wasn’t in shape enough for this. I remember from my Caperiora days that martial arts class can be extremely demanding physically. I didn’t want get hurt, or worse, embarrass myself.

Well, I went anyway and I had a great time. My experience of BJJ is that it is very multi-layered. It’s a game of control, a struggle to get the better position and dominate your opponent. Hum, sounds a bit like the relationship between a strong heroine, and alpha hero. BJJ is also a very intimate sport. At first I was like, “really? We’re going to lock our legs around one another and refuse to let go?” I got over it, but there is little room for shyness or personal space issues.

My first roll was with a guy who had some experience. He went easy on me of course. We learned how to ‘pass the guard.’ Basically, one person is lying on their back with their legs wrapped around the other’s waist. The person on top is in the bottom’s guard and has to try to get out of it. It was fun trying, but I liked the defensive position best. When I had him in my guard, I clung like an evil monkey! Once, I grabbed his shirt to try and pull him back down to the ground (like that was going to happen) and his shirt ripped. Oops!

Good times! Here is a video demo on passing the guard. Can’t you see Shauna and Lukoran in an erotic grapple? I can. In fact I’ve already written that scene!

4 Ways to Sweeten Your Nectar

2010-05-10T11:50:00.000-07:00

One morning I awoke from a strange dream. I was in the clutches of a large, brawny alien. Unfortunately, my place was on his dinner table not his bed. Then again, I soon learned that for these aliens oral sex was more of a meal than fore play. Dessert actually. And human sexual ‘nectar’ was considered a delicacy.

I knew I had to turn this into a story and it became the basis for one of my works in progress ‘Cinnamon Nectar.’ This is about my research into what type of diet the human "sweet nectars" must eat in order to keep them gourmet quality. And the nice part is you can use these tips as well.

For men:

Reduce meat protein in your diet. Too much meat protein makes semen salty.
Avoid pungent foods like garlic, onions, and asparagus which add their own attractive essence.
Give up smoking and caffeine. They are the culprits in adding a bitter taste.
Eat more fruit, particularly pineapple and melons. These will actually sweeten your love juice.

For women:

Cut down on citrus fruit. They leave us tasting bitter.
Avoid alcohol and caffeine. They also cause us to leave a bitter taste in our honey’s mouth.
Eat strawberries. For that sweet, fresh taste.
Keep your vaginal pH level balanced. Things that can throw your levels out of whack are: douching, harsh soaps, and semen.

I decided the male nectars in my story especially will have to become vegetarians. Male vegetarians are reported to have sweeter tasting cum. (And, I'm dying to know how that taste test was run.) The main reason is their lack of meat protein. Another is the presumed abundance of fruits in their diet. For the ladies, a stress reduction program will be a key part of helping to prevent pH imbalance and unexpected changes in vaginal discharge. I think a little yoga and daily massage sessions should do the trick. Not to mention some steamy time in the hot tub with the hero!

So, do you or your honey need to sweeten up? Leave a comment and let me know what you think.

Amjad

2010-05-07T06:08:00.000-07:00

“Sam?”

“Hum.” He was half awake, napping in the early afternoon heat of Louisiana.

“I love you.”

Sam opened his violet-blue eyes and stared at Carissa, thinking perhaps that he was still dreaming. “I’m sorry, mistress. What did you say?”

She chuckled. “I love you.”

He sat up. He'd given up hope of hearing those words from her, the daughter of a prominent member of the militant Amjad regimen. He suddenly burst into a grin. “Nisaa, I love you, too. Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that?”

Her lips thinned at his use of the name Nissa. It meant ‘she that makes men forget.’ His term of endearment, but also a reminder to himself that no matter how happy he was with her, he was still her slave. Apparently, she knew this second meaning. He stilled, wary.

“Has it felt so long, Sam?” He heard hurt through her anger.

“No mistress.” He tried to sooth her. She rose and sat astride him, pushing him forcefully against the bed. Her light under dress hiked up above her ebony thighs, and only her panties separated her woman’s heat from his now fluttering stomach. Her hands expertly pinched and pulled at his sensitive pink nipples in a way she knew drove him feverishly insane with pleasure.

Sam moaned and caressed her thighs, feeling the soft skin hard muscles underneath. He resisted the familiar urge to take over, to move on top of her and lead their love making.

She paused and stared intently at his face. “Swear you will never try to escape?”

Sam let her question echo in his head for a moment, wanting to say no, but not being able to.

“Swear to never leave me" she whispered.

“I swear.” A satisfied look of pleasure crossed Carissa’s face while a heavy weight seemed to crush his chest. He meant the words, but he could not accept being a slave. He saw no way to reconcile the two resolves.

She kissed him deeply subdued his tongue with her own. Her hands caressed his neck and ears. Waves of pleasure tingled through his body as she lingered on his most sensitive spots. He settled into the pleasure, eager to put all else aside for the moment. She released him from her kiss and braced herself with her hands against his chest. Slowly, she slide down his stomach and over the top of his thin house pants to sit on his growing bulge.

Sam let out a groan and clasped her thighs tighter as she thrust herself firmly against him. Even with the thin clothing between them, he could feel her heat and wetness. She sighed as she grind down on him.

“You’re so hard and ready for me.” Carissa purred. “Tell me how it feels, Sam.”

“So damn good!” Sam pulled her hips even closer. “You know how good I can make you feel. Let me.”

Her lips thinned. “Let you? A demand, slave?” She raised one manicured brow as she abandonned him on the bed. “Perhaps I will make you. First, you may take position for the punishment you are so obviously pulling for.”

“Yes, mistress.” Sam swallowed a curse as he stood to remove his pants. His cock twitched with a happy anticipation that he did not share. He hid his flaming cheeks from her as he bent down to retreive a bolster and arrange it on the bed.

Carissa brought the cock strap and paddle from the closet. She pulled the strap tight around the base of Sam’s cock and balls to keep him from coming prematurely during punishment. He was surprised to see that she also had binding straps for his arms and legs. Beckoning him to lay across the bolster, she secured him to the bed posts spread eagle. She hadn’t strapped him down since his first year with her. She offered no explanation, but he needed none. It was another reminder of his place.

Sam felt hollowness in his stomach and a dull nausea at the edges. They lived in a crazy world where he was by law her slave, but somehow it had never felt real to him. His mind had accepted it as a game they played where he was submissive, she dominant, playing out an extended s/m scene that had gone on for years but would have an end as all games do. He'd though it would end when she admitted she loved him. But he now realized that Carissa didn’t consider this a game.

She skipped her usual teasing warmup strokes and started in with hard paddle whacks against both buttocks. The first one shocked him. By the eighth his ass was burning, and by the twelth he could not hold back a small grunt.

“Nice and red. That’s a good start.” Carissa purred.

Sam made an effort to unclench his teeth. Tensing would only increase the pain. Damn her. Was she regretting sharing her feelings?

She lightly caressed his heated bottom, stroking between his cheeks down to his testicles. He relaxed, lulled by the familiar, soothing touch.

Then slap! She hit him with stinging barehanded blows on each butt cheek. He flinched and grunted. His arms and legs struggled against his bonds.

Normally he enjoyed her barehanded spanking, much to his shame, but the harsh paddling had left his flesh hyper sensitive.

He squirmed and grunted under an extended volley before she returned to the soothing strokes. Carissa feathered her fingertips under his balls and massaged his erect staff. Sam jerked with the pleasant sensations heightened by the contrasting pain.

She continued her erotic torture, switching between punishing volleys and increasingly vigorus cock stroking. He would have come long since if not for the binding on his genitals.

His grunts of mixed pleasure and pain were continous by the time she finally removed the cock strap and ordered him, "Come." In an explosive, bone jarring orgasm, his body obeyed her. And he cursed them both.

Much later, Sam gently shook Carissa to make sure the drug had taken affect. He had planned on leaving her here in the drug induced sleep while he met the boat that would take him to the free lands. But he’d sworn not to leave her. He frowned down at her as he considered how different life was about to become for her. She would be his responsibility in the land of her enemies. She’d be his. A slow triumphant smile crawled across his lips.

Character Interview vampire Felix from Lukoran's Faithful

2010-05-05T06:43:00.000-07:00

Transcript of Video Interview with the vampire Felix

Angela Daniels
Paranormal Reporter

"It’s 2AM and I sit in the VIP room of Magician’s Basement, an underground club in LA, waiting to talk to Felix, Prince Lukoran’s second in command. This sinister, upscale club is normally the hang out of ceremonial magicians and demons, but tonight, Blood Night, is for the Brethren and their followers. Yes, the vampires of Clan Niti have come out to play. None of the royal Nitis are here tonight; however Felix has been here since eleven o’clock rockin' out on the dance floor almost non-stop. He’s had no shortage of eager dance partners.

"Trying to catch him for a quick interview has not been easy, but I think I’ll have a chance in just a moment. He left the dance floor moments ago with a Faithful and is now in one of the private nooks. What’s going on in there we can only… Ah! Here he comes. Felix! Felix, hi. Angela, with the Paranormal Reporter. I’m sure my viewers are wondering, where is the Prince? You’re rarely away from him."

He glances down from his considerable height, then grins mischievously. "Lukoran is safely tucked away at the Denver estate. I get a night off now and then."

"For good behavior?"

He shakes his head once, and pierces at me through a curtain of shoulder length red hair. "Definitely for bad behavior." He smirks as he glances at the young man being helped from the nook.

"Ah...I, ah see what you mean. Is he ok?"

He gives me big, charming smile. "Would, you like to have a go, luv?" He throws his head back and laughs rich and free, when I shake my head quickly. "I’m a big bloke. Takes a bit of blood to satisfy me, but I know when to quit. He’ll be fine."

"Well, ok." The young Faithful turns worshipful eyes towards Felix as a friend helps him to a couch. "Wow, doesn’t that ever get old? I mean a vampire bite is addictive, right? Do you ever get tired of donors fawning all over you?"

He shrugs. "That’s like asking if you get sick of your lungs filling up with air when you breathe. It’s just the way the process works. But I can say, luv, in two hundred years, I’ve never grown annoyed with it." He flashes that roguish smile.

"Two hundred years. Wow! And is it true that you are not a Bloodborn vampire? You use to be human?" He nods. "It doesn’t seem like humans can be turned with a bite, so how does it work?"

"Your questions venture into secrets we Brethren like to keep to ourselves." He lowers his voice and leans towards me. "But I’ll tell you." He glances around. "Vampirism can only be passed through a really good shag."

"My goodness. Oh, you’re joking. Of course you are! Aren’t you?"

A grin breaks across his face until he bursts out with laughter. "Right! Sorry couldn’t help teasing you a bit. Still, I can’t tell you much. Only that turning a human into a vampire takes a lot more than a bite. It can’t be done accidentally." He scents the air and turns to watch as two young women enter the VIP room. They see the camera and move off in the opposite direction.

"Shauna and Kia are here as well. Do you know the Prince’s latest Faithful?"

His smile turns heated and he answers absent-mindedly. "Not well. Yet." He spares me a glance. "Cheers." And he’s gone.

"Oh, ah...Ok, there you go viewers. The enigmatic Felix off in a hurry to speak with the two media shy women. I, for one, would love to know which lady put that smile on his face. This is Angela Daniels reporting for Paranormal Reporter."

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Sexy Soca Whine

2010-05-03T07:58:00.000-07:00

In ‘Players’ my heroine and hero, Mishon and Ryan, have a sexy dance scene in which they seduce one another on the dance floor. This scene involves salsa, but I knew that I also wanted it escalate into a much naughtier dance: the Soca whine. What’s that you ask? It’s a Caribbean dance that the Trini dictionary on Afrique Online defines as: a sexually suggestive dance using winding hip movements that can make the hula look tame, usually done to Soca music.

When I use to belly dance, what I loved about it was the sensuality and how the dance helped to connect me with my feminine power. But belly dance is subtle compare to the whine. Belly dance says ‘look but don’t touch’ whereas Soca whine says ‘I dare you. Please.’ I felt that this was the perfect dance for Mishon to challenge Ryan with. They push boundaries on the dance floor that surprises even her.

What strikes me about this dance also is the dancers’ willingness to get free and provocative on the dance floor. I found videos during my research of some dancers getting downright raunchy; humping and grinding more than dancing. That wasn’t sexy to me. A bit of grinding is ok when it’s done with some style and flair, but I don’t think a woman bent over for five minutes with a guy humping her qualifies as dance. The video at I’ve attached to this post shows a female dancer who I think exudes the sexual confidence and sensuality of the dance without being vulgar.

By the way, after watching numerous You Tube videos, I tried this seductive dance myself. I thought that as an ex-belly dancer I would have no problems gyrating my hips around at tempo. Wrong! It was challenging, and a kick ass workout for the abs. I also felt kind of sexy doing it. Watch the video then give it a try! Let me know how you do.

Video by FUGyalDem

Quick contest! Win a copy of Chosen.

2010-04-24T17:00:00.000-07:00

Do you read author blogs? If so, what types of posts do you enjoy reading? Articles, how-to, personal essays, free reads?

Post an answer and be entered to win a signed print copy of my short story 'Chosen.' Winner announced tomorrow morning in the comment section.

Single and Unbound: An Interview with Vampire Prince Lukoran Niti

2010-04-07T16:28:00.000-07:00

By Angela Daniels
Paranormal Reporter

(Note: this interview takes place before the events of Chosen.)

Prince Lukoran sits at his leisure in the library of his lavish suburban
Denver mansion. He manages to appear both casual and elegant as he half lounges on a spacious leather sofa with one arm draped across the back of it. His clothes-black slacks, a silk burgundy shirt unbuttoned half way down his chest, and expensive Italian shoes-give the same impression. As I enter, escorted by a human butler, the Prince rises and kisses my hand. I thank him for granting this rare interview and he replies with a warm inviting smile, “my pleasure.”

That Prince Lukoran of Clan Niti is a charming, if reclusive, figure in the paranormal underworld is undoubted. He is also arguably the most powerful of the vampires, or Brethren as they call themselves, excepting the Governess of the clan-his Aunt Asara-and the Clan Council members. Why then is the most eligible bachelor of Clan Niti not only single, but without even the human companion vampires refer to as Chosen?

As I sit with him in front of the fireplace of his cozy library I ask what many outsiders have wondered. “What exactly is a Chosen and why are they so important?”

He accepts the wine offered by his butler and takes a sip before answering. “In simple terms, a Chosen is a Faithful, a devotee, who has been raised to the level of bound companion to a Bloodborn vampire. As for their importance…well, our power is tied to this bond.” His lips twist in a sardonic smile. “Of course, like most things with us, the relationship is infinitely more complicated than that.”

Indeed the vampire-Chosen relationship is complex and varied. There are some vampires, most notably Governess Asara herself, who treat their Chosen as little more than servants. To this Prince Lukoran responds, “To some they are slaves, to some trusted friends, and to others much more than even that.” It the latter view that he himself is rumored to take. But if so, then again it must be asked: why is the handsome, engaging vampire without a mate?

Perhaps an answer can be found in his bittersweet family history. His
mother, Serene, was a beloved socialite among the Brethren in the 1730s. Her romance with an Italian sailor named Luca Vicari, and the Niti Clan’s outrage over it, is legendary. The Council insisted she select a Chosen from among the young noblemen of their human allies, a common practice at the time, and keep Luca as no more than a plaything. But Serene and Luca loved each other openly and with such passion that many Brethren were inspired to their cause. Eventually, the Council backed down. Joined as vampire and Chosen, it should have been a literal happily ever after, and was for a time. Unfortunately, Serene then lost Luca in a Clan war two hundred years later. She herself disappeared shortly after, leaving Lukoran alone.

And how has that affected him and his view on romance and Chosen? When asked, his ever present smile fades momentarily as he looks down into his wine glass. “My mother believed the bond is that of soul mates.” His voice sounds wistful. “And surly for her and my foster father that was true. But it is not that way for all. [That is] something to be aspired to and hoped for. But there are other considerations.”

When asked what those might be, he spreads his hands in a frustrated gesture. “Political.” He shrugs as if in regret. “How a potential Chosen might affect one’s social standing cannot be ignored.” His warm, inviting
smile returns then and blooms into a boyish grin. “But I haven’t given up on love.”

1st Draft of Lukoran's Faithful Done!

2010-01-27T23:55:00.000-08:00

The first draft of Lukoran's Faithful, the follow up to the short story 'Chosen' and my first novel, is done. I feel elated! However, I must admit, it's a mess! First drafts usually are and mine certainly are, but this mess seems so much bigger as its a novel. I alternatively feel overwhelmed enough to seriously consider shelving it, and excited about the challenge of sorting it all out. I'm going to push through. I think I have some very intriguing events in this novel and am eager to see how it turns out! Here's a taste of one of my favorite scenes, though I can't promise it will remain in the final draft. Strange things happen in revisionland!

Lukoran’s silky voice filled the room without him seeming to have raised it. “Shihan ni rei.” My eyes drank in his broad back as he bowed. The line of his spine was elegant between the delicately carved muscles running along either side. I imagined licking that path up to his pale neck. Lukoran, and everyone else, rose from their bow to Felix. Everyone except me that is because I’d completely missed the second bow. Damn Lukoran! So distracting. Maybe Felix hadn’t noticed?

“Tachi!” Felix commanded. This one I remembered. It meant stand. I managed to jump to my feet with the advanced students. So did Kia. Ruben lingered a second then followed us. Then something bad happened. Felix stalked right to me and fixed me with a jovial, but wicked grin. “I see you can’t seem to keep yer eyes off yer master, colleen. So you will be fightin him the first match.” He waved his hand and the advanced students moved towards the edges of the mats. Kia gave me horrified look as she and Ruben moved off with them.

It took me a moment to realize how bad things had just gotten. I’d expected that I’d have to partner with Lukoran in a match, since I knew he’d take advantage of every opportunity to put his seductive hands on me. But as everyone moved to sit on the sides leaving a smiling Lukoran, a grinning Felix, and a confused me alone on the mats I understood. There wasn’t going to be multiple matches going on at the same time. Our match would take place under the rapt attention of ten pairs of eager eyes. My humiliation scrutinized by everyone. Perfect.

A Hot Tale of Three Lovers

2010-01-18T16:11:00.000-08:00

Enjoy a free taste of my work by downloading a copy of my short story, The Best Laid Fantasies. This hot menage is available at Night Owl Romance at the following link. Let me know how you enjoyed it! Here a summary:

Loree has been tormented by fantasies of Kyle. Fantasies her boyfriend Sean encourages; as long as he can watch. When she finds the courage to explore the mutual desire, she’ll find out that both men want more from her than the fulfillment of a fantasy.

http://www.nightowlromance.com/nightowlromance/freereads/FreeReads.aspx

A Bit of Bondage

2010-01-11T17:54:00.000-08:00

He gripped her wrists and pushed her against the wall. She again felt
that strange urge to fight against his unshakable hold. The urge felt
stronger than before. She wanted to give free reign to her confused
emotions: fear, frustration, desire, passion, love. She looked into Ryan’s
eyes and saw that he understood what she had only just realized. What
he’d said at the lake was true. She wanted to be supported. She wanted
desperately to know that he was strong enough to contain her when she
couldn’t contain herself. And couldn’t bear it if he wasn’t.

Maybe this is just my fantasy, but the appeal of bondage for me (ahem, in my stories only of course) is the experience of being out of control but still being safe. Safe because someone else has taken control and responsibility. I enjoyed exploring this idea in my story Players, and using it as a vehicle for Mishon to test Ryan's ability to emotionally support her. Reminds me of the Sheryl Crow song 'Are You Strong Enough To Be My Man?'

So, readers, do you enjoy a little bondage in your erotic romance? Any favorites?

Hot Tough Chicks

2010-01-05T19:04:00.000-08:00

Anita Blake, Laura Croft, Barbarella, Ura Casvain. Sexy divas who know their way around a bed and a gun. Three cheers for the multi-talented. I love Anita because she manages to be totally hot without even knowing it, unlike Laura and Barbarella. Of course in Laura's case I'll admit it may be Angelina Jolie who knows she's hot. Game Laura seems a bit more neutral about her impossible digital curves. But Barbarella definitely knows she's hot. How could she not with her perky breasts sticking out in those plastic cones? My favorite though is Ura, the heroine of my WIP Cinnamon Nectar. She knows she's hot, but she doesn't care. It's just another weapon in her arsenal. Who are your favorite hot tough chicks and what do you love about them?

My new video trailer for Players!

2010-01-05T18:03:00.000-08:00

The Ladies Love Slash Fiction

2010-01-04T20:13:00.000-08:00

Darien kissed his way down his lover's chest, pausing to tease each nipple with a caress of his tongue and a gentle bite. His lover moaned, arching into him, letting him know that his attentions were very appreciated.

"More?" Darien asked, his voice amused.

"Fuck yeah, I want more." Brain pushed Darien's head lower...

Wait! What the...? (That's your line.) Surprised by the gender of Darien's lover? Like it? Lots of female readers of erotic romance do. I know I do. Slash, M/M, guy on guy erotic romance written for women by women is currently one of the hottest sub-genres. And why not? Many men have their fantasies about two women together; why wouldn't we ladies enjoy the thought of two sexy men getting hot and sweaty, and being loving with each other? I'm glad to see women coming out of the closet (ha ha) about this guilty pleasure.

I personally love M/M/F (yep, two men and a woman.) My absolute favorite book in this sub-genre is Allyson James' Tales of the Shareem: Aiden And Ky from Ellora's Cave. Sooo frickin hot! And an awesome plot (yes erotic romance has plot.) I haven't tried my hand much at writing any slash but I have a couple of ideas...bi vampire boys?
So what do you think of two guys getting it on? Any closet fans out there?

Players Release Day Contest Drawing

2009-11-18T17:46:00.000-08:00

'Players' has some very hot scenes, all of which I definitely enjoyed writing. But my favorite is a dance scene where my hero and heroine tease each other with some hot salsa moves!

I hope you'll treat yourself to their dance January 7, 2010 when 'Players' is released by Eternal Press. If you do, please come back here and enter this contest to win an autographed print copy of the book. The winner will also receive a copy of Dance With Me, a sexy salsa movie starring Vanessa Williams and Chayenne:

A handsome Cuban sweeps a professional dance instructor off her feet with his unschooled footwork and undeniable charm in this story of torrid passion and sizzling hot dancing.

How do you enter? Easy. Just reply to this post with the answer to this question: Where does Mishon and Ryan's dance take place?

Entries will be taken until January 15 6P CST. The DVD will be send immediately and the autographed copy will follow as soon as it is available.

'Players' will be available in ebook format from www.eternalpress.ca on Jan 7. Print version should be available by the end of January.

Contemporary story inspired by an uncommon experience.

2009-08-13T07:08:00.000-07:00

All authors are inspired by life experiences. For me, as a primarily scifi/fantasy erotic romance author, there is usually a very health dose of my own imagine. Small pieces my stories are inspired by my experiences but not huge chunks. So writing my upcoming contemporary release 'Players' was quite a different experience for me. The premise, a pick up artist and a femme fatale locked in an erotic game to out play each one, is one I never would have come up with if I hadn't been introduced to the world of pick up artists and players through a friend. Well, I suppose he was more than a friend! *Blushes* Anyway, I'm very pleased with this story because it's so different than what I usually write, and yet, in a way, more of me is in it. Below is an excerpt. Hope you enjoy it!

Players

He flashed a charming smile then hung his head. “Heather, I’m crushed you think so poorly of the male gender.” Then he looked up at her, hopeful. “How can I improve your opinion of us?”

The blonde glanced at Mishon a bit nervously. “Is he always like this?”

Mishon took another sip of wine and tried to appear casual. “Not really. This is something new.” Ryan gave her a slow flirtatious smile. His blue eyes held a careless gleam.“Happy you noticed, Mishon.” His manicured hand was careful not to ruin the gelled spikes in his blonde hair as he swept a stray strand behind his ear. She wondered that the action didn’t strike her as prissy. Quite the contrary, his new urban chic look made him seem worldly and sophisticated. And the new found confidence that came with it had a hint of danger. Sexy. Just the type of man she was attracted to. Just the type of man Ryan had never been…until now.

Mishon, used to him being completely enamored with her, was not about to let him know the tables had turned. She regarded him calmly as she addressed their waitress. “Ryan and I have been friends since college, and in ten years I’ve never seen this side of him.” She smirked at him. “Seems he has taken himself a course in attracting babes.” And I’m his final, she suddenly realized. The notion both angered and intrigued her. Going head to head with Ryan the Player sounded like the kind of challenge she loved. Who could keep the upper hand and remain in control. But this wasn’t the kind of game she usually played with friends. Not with people she was close to.

He retained his composure and casually sipped from his wine glass. He turned that flirtatious smile on the other woman. “Not in attracting women.” He stressed the word women as if offended that she had used the term babes. “In being attractive to women. There’s a difference.”

New excerpt from 'Chosen' available now from Eternal Press

2009-08-07T08:54:00.000-07:00

It became very quiet as everyone watched with impatient anticipation. Shauna looked on with a scowl. A scowl that grew deeper as she felt a heat in her body and a nervous anticipation that was not her own. As Kentar twisted his fingers through Amber’s long hair, Shauna felt a pulling in her hair that just wasn’t possible considering its short length. Amber was projecting.

“How generous of her to share.” Shauna murmured with a sarcastic smirk. Kia chuckled in agreement.

There was a light tickling sensation and only a prick of pain for Shauna as Kentar slowly slid his hands over Amber’s delicious curves and penetrated her neck with eager fangs. Amber let out a little sigh for the physical pain. Seconds later, Amber cried out when the energetic wave of pain hit her. Shauna could feel a hint of it. A light heat in her bones. Not white hot, more like the sting of her brandy. And in the sting, the sweetness. Light, just a suggestion really. But pleasant.

Around them, as others strong enough picked up the projection, there were gasps, groans, and sighs of delight. Kia smiled, eyes heavy, enjoying the subtle sweetness. But Shauna wanted more.
And she groped for it desperately. Sinking into trance, she opened herself to take in more of Amber’s experience. When that wasn’t enough, she tried to project herself closer to the sweetness. And by necessity, the pain. She didn’t think, she just did it. Then, snap! All at once, Shauna’s sense of her own body fell away and white-hot pain burned throughout this new body she was in.

Cool hands gripped her waist, supporting her. The mouth at her neck was the source of the fire, pouring it into her shaking body. She threw her head back, clenched her teeth, trying to hold the pain at bay just for a trifle of sweetness. Sweat trickled out every pore, her back arched in determination to endure. The silence was impossible. All she could hear was her own straggled breathing. Kentar’s body was relaxed against hers as he drank his fill of her blood and her soul.

CONTENT WARNING: An erotic excerpt from 'Players'

2009-06-29T09:11:00.000-07:00

Mishon’s eyes turned wicked as she threw her arms out to her sides and started to wine against his body. “You sure you’re up to this Ryan? My wine has been known to make men insane with desire.”

He rubbed his erection against her thigh on the off chance she had missed it. “I’m up for it, Mishon. I can handle you.”

She laughed evilly. “We’ll see. I’ll have no mercy on you.” She backed away from him, finally that teasing look in her eyes. She planted her feet and framed her hips with her hands, bringing his attention down to them. They flared out lusciously from her small waist, the tiny skirt of her dress emphasizing their curves. The skirt swished as she threw her hips out side to side in sharp, crisp movements. Her upper body hardly moved at all except for a delicious jiggling of her breasts.

The beat of the music seemed sexual. The singers chanted ‘Yea-e, yea, yea-e, yea, yea, yea!’ as if that simple affirmative statement was all that needed to be said. Watching Mishon’s hips as she began to move them in hard, tight circles-slow, slow, fast fast fast-he agreed with them.

Other dancers were making a circle to watch now, Mishon being considered the best dancer among their circle of friends. A few people, Kendra and Rhonda among them, shouted out ‘Go Trini!’ referring to her roots in Trinidad. Mishon sashayed around as she continued making tight loops with her hips. The effect of her dance from the back was a completely different experience. He groaned appreciatively as her skirt flared out revealing glimpses of her lace panty clad ass. A juicy, perfectly round ass. She took it down, almost to the ground, and then back up in a tantalizing rhythm. Looking over her shoulder at him with a decidedly evil grin, Mishon raised her dress to fully display her pink lace boy shorts. The fact that they covered more of her buttocks than a bikini would have actually made the display sexier as she danced. With the boy shorts, the bottom quarter of her cheeks peeked out teasingly. They jiggled tormentingly as she circled her hips so fast and tight that she was shimmying.

Distantly, Ryan heard people clapping and wolf whistling, but all his attention was on Mishon’s bubble butt and lean, toned thighs as they trembled with the movement of her dance. Encouraged, and no doubt enjoying having witnesses to his suffering, she bent over revealing more gorgeous ass. She flung her hair around in few circles, a real crowd pleaser, before she began to roll her hips and torso in a grind that had him thinking of another dance he’d like to be doing.

A hand on his back pushed him forward towards her. “Don’t just stand there and let her tease you, mon.” It was Chris’ deep voice in his Jamaican accent.

“Yeah, dude, get in there.” Brett’s voice, laughing.

Ryan didn’t spare them a look, but took their advice. It was time he did a bit of teasing of his own. Mishon had never seen him wine, but that wasn’t because he didn’t know how. Drawing his shirt off over his head, he took small hops forward as he popped his pelvis in small, sharp gyrations. The women screamed. This was going well. He felt his erection straining against his pants, and didn’t at all mind giving them the added bonus.

Mishon raised an eyebrow at him over her shoulder, and gave him a pleased smile. She crooked a finger at him as she wiggled her hips in a friendly manner. Oh, yeah. He began his own grinding hip circles, right into her firm ass. The friction as she ground her hips in the opposite direction felt frickin unbelievable. He gripped her hips gently, enjoying the vibration against his palms as she shimmied. She shimmied backwards, pushing him back with her. When they moved back forward they both did a fast butterfly, knees moving in and out quickly, his pelvis still pressed as tight to her backside as he could manage. The crowd roared.

She spun to face him, pressing close. Her dreamy look had nothing on the expression that was on her face now. Molten passion and sharp desire. He was right there with her. He grabbed her buttocks with both hands and pulled her tighter against his hardness. They settled into a slow, delicious grind. Up and down, side to side. A thin sheen of sweat glistened across her neck and the tops of her breasts like dew on the petals of a flower. Ryan had an uncontrollable urge to lick it off, and he buried his face in her neck, smelling the scent of jasmine and woman. He tasted her, sweet and slightly salty. Her hands roamed over his naked back and stomach; up over his chest brushing over his nipples. The rhythm of her light strokes began to increase; her grinding to take on urgency. She raised one leg up and hooked her knee over his hip for more leverage as she rode his erection through two layers of clothing. Looking into her glazed eyes Ryan realized, she's gonna come. A heated quiver went through him and he knew that if she did here as everyone watched, it would push him over the edge.

'Chosen' Tote Bag Contest Drawing

2009-06-24T09:51:00.000-07:00

I'll be giving away this handy book tote featuring the cover of 'Chosen' along with a free autographed copy of the print edition when it is released! How to enter:

1) Simple! Buy and read 'Chosen.'
2) Forward the email order receipt or payment conformation to me at angeladanielsromance@gmail.com with the subject line 'Chosen Tote Contest Drawing' and you're entered. Edit out any personal information, but please leave the order/conformation/transaction number and book title in the forwarded email.

Drawing will be at 10A Central Time, August 31. Tote will be snail mailed immediately to the winner, and the autographed book will be mailed as soon as it becomes available from Amazon. Good luck and thank you!

Hottest Vampire Contest Drawing

2009-06-24T09:11:00.000-07:00

In celebration of the release of 'Chosen' on August 7th, I'll be giving away two free copies of the ebook edition!

How to enter:
In the comments section below, post your answer to this question: Who's the hottest vampire in a book, movie, or TV series?

If you don't have an account to post from, email your answer to me at: angeladanielsromance@gmail.com with the subject heading 'Hottest Vampire Contest Drawing.'

Drawing will be at 1P Central Time, August 10.

Excerpt from Chosen

2009-06-23T14:26:00.000-07:00

Shauna ignored the shapes for the moment and let the music pound into her bones. When her body started to move in a dance, the percussion of the music directed it. It was a hard, violent dance, just the way she liked it. Her head jerked, unhampered by her short spiked blond hair, as her stomping combat-boot-clad feet kept a different rhythm.

Next to her, Kia appeared to be in trance though she only swayed slightly, swinging her long brown curls in a hypnotic rhythm. The calm in the storm. Her light dress billowed this way and that from the chaotic movement around her, showing glimpses of smooth mocha skin.

Shauna absorbed the chaotic dances of those around her, feeling their dances in her body one at a time. This one, sensual and serpentine; that one, angry and convulsive. She opened to the energy of each and knew they opened to her in turn. This ability to project one’s senses was a gift from their hosts, from the Brethren gazing at them from the sidelines. She opened herself up to feel them now, hoping to tempt one to taste her. The possibility of ecstasy, the promise of pain.

Shauna felt a tingling along the surface of her skin, just on her arms at first, but quickly spreading. Oh, yes! The first signs of a tasting! The Brethren’s touch began to solidify and Shauna felt a joyous thrill as she thought she recognized the touch of Lukoran.

Cinnamon Nectar and World Building

2009-06-18T06:37:00.000-07:00

I've had the habit of writing the first 5000 words or so of a story then moving on to a new one. Which means I currently have about four unfinished novels! In the case of Cinnamon Nectar I have 6000 or so words, great stuff, but I haven't done enough world building to really dive into storyforming and writing. So that's my next step.

I really love world building though it's time consuming. Being able to create whole cultures and alien races is the reason I love sci fi and fantasy! There is an art to world building that has little to do with story writing in my opinion. You have to be able to think logically as well as creatively. Certain decisions you make about your world will necessitate other elements to be included. For instance, if your world is in the process of being terraformed, you must think about where the civilization gets it's food, water, and supplies from. If from offworld, what do they bargain with? Is there a shortage of food and supplies leading to rationing? And how does all this effect the lives of the people, your characters among them?

The world building stage is also when I do the bulk of my research. And the topics get pretty diverse depending on the story. For Cinnamon Nectar I'm researching terraforming, gourmet dining, altitude sickness, and the effects of diet on...ahem, one's more erotic bodily fluids (nectar, right?) Now I bet you can't wait to find out what the story is about!