Welcome
to another Sizzling Sunday!
My excerpt today comes from what may be the most transgressive scene I’ve ever written. It’s a snippet from my erotic romance Miranda’s Masks. If you want to know what happens next (a lot...), you can get the book at Amazon, Smashwords, or Barnes and Noble.
My excerpt today comes from what may be the most transgressive scene I’ve ever written. It’s a snippet from my erotic romance Miranda’s Masks. If you want to know what happens next (a lot...), you can get the book at Amazon, Smashwords, or Barnes and Noble.
Here’s
the blurb:
Shy
and
serious
by
day—insatiable
by
night.
Betrayed
and abandoned by her first lover, shy and studious Miranda Cahill
freezes in response to any sexual attention from someone she knows
and likes.
During
the day, she works diligently on her doctoral thesis. At night, she
finds herself drawn into increasingly extreme sexual encounters with
strangers. Public coupling, multiple partners, age play, spankings,
bondage, lesbian lust—each experience reveals new dimensions of her
depravity. Her anonymous secret life begins to take over when she
discovers that the masked seducer she meets in a sex club and the
charismatic young professor courting her are the same man.
Dickens
scholar Mark Anderson seems like an affable, uncomplicated
Midwesterner, but he has hidden depths, myriad talents, and an
unlimited appetite for erotic variety. With Mark as her guide,
Miranda gradually comes to understand and accept the intricacy of her
own desires, as well as to trust her heart.
Miranda
turned her attention to the two pool players. Their looks were much
more in keeping with the environment. Both wore tight jeans and
T-shirts that had seen better days. Both had lurid tattoos on their
biceps. One of them was small, lithe and wiry, with a drooping
mustache and a red bandanna on his head. The other was a huge,
bear-like man. He had a luxurious mop of ragged, greasy-looking black
curls. A livid scar ran down one of his cheeks, giving him a
disquietingly crooked smile that was almost a grimace. As if
responding to her attention, he looked up from the game and directed
one of those smiles at her. His teeth were sparkling white.
Miranda
felt strange, hot and cold simultaneously. Her nipples tightened,
pushing out the fabric of her top. Moisture gushed into her panties.
Normally she would find these men either frightening or repulsive.
Tonight, she saw them quite differently.
“Hey,
baby!” said the thin one. “Come on over and play a game with us.”
Without
hesitation, she picked up her beer, slipped off the stool and
strolled over to the billiard table. She was acutely aware of the way
her hips swayed, clad in tight denim. She felt her unfettered breasts
bounce with each step. I must look like a slut, she thought,
ridiculously pleased with herself.
“Hello,
guys,” she said. “How’s the night treating you?”
The
burly man winked at her. “Better all the time,” he said. “So,
you know how to play pool?”
“More
or less. You try to get the balls into the holes.” Miranda smiled
archly, and her companions snickered.
“Yeah,
right, using one of these sticks.” Gypsy-hair handed her a cue, and
pointed to the white ball on the green baize. “Go ahead, babe. Give
it a try.”
Miranda
took her time. Slowly, she rubbed the little blue nugget of chalk
over the tip of the cue, as if she were rubbing her finger over her
clit. The image had the expected results. Her sex throbbed in time
with her pulse.
She
bent over the table to take aim, her buttocks in the air. She found
it hard to concentrate on the shot. She could feel the denim riding
up over her thighs. Her bikini panties were probably visible. Did her
companions catch a whiff of her musk as she leaned forward? She was
pretty sure she could smell herself.
A
lock of her long hair fell across her shoulder, interfering with her
aim. Before she could react, Bandanna lifted it with one finger and
flipped it back. He smoothed her rippling mane down her back, then
brazenly fondled her butt. She looked him in the eye and smiled. “No
fair. You’re messing up my concentration.”
Bandanna
grinned. “Sorry, baby. Go ahead, shoot.”
She
made one last calculation, and sent the cue ball precisely in the
desired direction. The six ball caromed off the far rim and headed
straight into the closest pocket. The seven ball rolled directly into
the corner pouch, just as she had intended.
Her
audience applauded. “That was some shot! You’re really good.”
Their lascivious stares seemed tempered by genuine admiration.
Miranda
looked from one to the other. The heat between her legs was
unbearable. She hiked herself up so that she was sitting on the
billiard table, and spread her thighs wide. “Boys, you have no idea
how good I am.”
The
two bikers looked at each other in disbelief, then back at her.
Impatient, Miranda pulled her skirt to her waist, lifted herself off
the table, and pulled off her underwear. Playfully, she threw the
wisp of silk at Gypsy-hair. “What are you waiting for?” she said.
“I haven’t got all night, you know.”
Bandanna
had his fly open first. His cock was slender and smooth, rising up
from a nest of reddish frizz. Miranda took hold of it and began to
pump, feeling the already swollen tissue grow even harder.
The
bigger man was not far behind. He grabbed her other hand and wrapped
it around the erection now jutting from his jeans. His cock was like
the rest of him, huge. Miranda could not encircle it with her
fingers. He was uncircumcised. His foreskin slid back and forth over
taut, veined flesh.
Miranda
worked them simultaneously, enjoying in their grunts and moans.
Meanwhile, her juices ran out of her, staining the felt under her
bare behind. She caught a glimpse of the young man hovering behind
the bar, his eyes wide, transfixed by the scene. She smiled to
herself and stroked the two cocks more vigorously.
“Enough!”
groaned Bandanna. “I’ve got to fuck you, baby.”
“I
thought you’d never ask,” said Miranda. “Come on!” She lay
back on the table, her legs spread wide.
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