I’ve
been working all day on assembling my next Excessica release, a
collection of dark paranormal erotica entitled Fourth World.
If all goes according to plan, the book will be out on the 22nd
of May. It includes seven searing short stories of vampires, succubi,
ghosts and magicians. Warning: none of the stories has what I’d
call an unequivocally happy ending. As in real life, most of my
characters both lose something and gain something.
The
book is, however, intensely erotic.
I’ve
got a kiss from the title story, “Fourth World” as today’s
snog. Plus I want to share the cover I made, which I feel really
captures the emotional tone of the book.
When
you’re done with my snog, head back to Blisse Kiss Central for more
sexy Sunday kisses!
As
we exit from the lift lobby, still arm in arm in arm, a monstrous
black Mercedes glides up to the curb. The door swings open. “Get
in, please,” she purrs. I slide across the tooled leather,
impressed despite myself. Mai, in the middle, cuddles up to me. She
pulls Jeremy closer. The automobile floats up the helical ramp and
out of the garage, nearly silent. There’s a tinted glass barrier. I
can’t see the driver. Mai flicks her tongue over my earlobe,
sending a bolt of lightning to my groin, then makes a wet trail down
the side of my neck.
I
smell her perfume, jasmine edged with something sharper, less sweet.
My heart slams against my ribs. “Who are you?” She must be
someone’s daughter or wife, a general or a politician. Or maybe the
latest pop sensation, though her classic style argues that she’s
older than her body would suggest.
“I’m
nobody. Just a woman looking for a good time. Sanuk sabai. You
understand?”
“Yes,
but...”
“Hush,
Harry. You talk too much. You should be more like your friend. A man
of action.”
I
turn to see Jeremy’s hand wandering up her silk-clad thigh. I’m
surprised by his daring. Back at school he was always the shy one in
our crowd. I was the one who took the initiative.
His
eyes are closed, his lips parted. His trousers rise up from his groin
in an imposing peak. Mai cups his bulk and squeezes. Jeremy groans.
His hand slips under her skirt.
Jealousy
sizzles through me. A red mist clouds my vision. “Never mind,”
says Mai, her hand on my thigh, her lips fastening on mine.
Her
kiss claims me. I try to take control, to thrust my tongue between
her ripe lips, but she playfully forces me back, then plunders my
mouth with her own. She tastes sweet but strange, the fruity remnants
of her wine not quite hiding a metallic element. My cock surges,
painful and eager, trapped in my tight briefs.
Blinded
by the fall of her hair around my face, I grope for her breast. Her
flesh is firm and elastic under my fingers. Her nipple juts through
flimsy barrier of her dress. I circle it with my thumb and she moans
into my mouth. I pinch the delightful nub and she bites my lip, hard
enough to draw blood. I want to protest, to push her away, but she’s
far stronger than I expect. Her kiss becomes more heated, more
desperate. My pierced lip throbs. Something’s not right, I
think, but then her hand settles on my cock and all thought vanishes.
1 comment:
Happy Sunday Lisabet! Congrats to BN on her win! :)
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