Welcome
to the first MFRW Steam Blog Hop! If you like your romance on the
spicy side, you’re in the right place.
Today
I’m sharing a bit from my taboo erotic romance Miranda’s
Masks. Hope you like it! (If you do, you’ll find buy links near
the end of the post... )
You
could also win a copy! Just leave me a comment. I’ll randomly choose
one person to receive an ebook copy of this searing, full-length
novel in their choice of formats.
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.
Excerpt
Mark!
Where was he, anyway? When last she had looked, he had been at the
back of the room, but everyone was gone now. She was suddenly hollow
and aching with longing for her lover.
As
if in answer to her questing mind, she felt a touch on the inside of
her thigh. Mark? She had the urge to look under the tablecloth, to
confirm that it was he, but something held her back. A finger
alternated, stroking her nylon-clad thigh, then brushing the bare
skin above her stocking. The contrast was exquisite, the results
electric. The finger-dance along her thighs continued. Now another
hand drifted lightly over her mound, tickling her through the satin.
She felt brief regret as her juices thoroughly soaked the expensive
wisp of lingerie, before lust overwhelmed all other concerns.
Slumped
in her chair, she spread her thighs, shamelessly offering access to
her hidden partner. He responded by tracing the outline of her pubis
with his fingers, along the edges of the thong where fabric met
flesh. Miranda writhed. She wanted him to touch her inside the
garment, to rip it off and plunge his digits into her. Still, he
played with her, rubbing the slippery fabric against her clit,
forcing the damp cloth up between her legs, wedging the thong into
the crevice between her cheeks and rocking it back and forth over her
anus.
Now
she felt moist heat, delicious, melting her. His mouth hovered over
her sex and he simply breathed. His hands were quiet, holding her
thighs wide. There was only his mouth, his breath, and the images
unrolling in her mind. She felt as though he were holding a burning
candle to her clit.
She
saw herself staked spread-eagle on a crag, her privates baked by a
tropical sun. She felt herself bathed in molten gold that pouring
over her folds, filling her, gilding her. The heat swelled until she
erupted against his lips, juices like lava overflowing her cavities.
She whimpered as her climax seared her. Hot tongues of pleasure
lapped at her satin-sheathed pussy. Flames flickered on her closed
eyelids.
Dimly,
she felt her garters being unhooked and her soaking panties removed.
Strong arms lifted her. She felt starched linen against her buttocks.
She was seated on the table. Opening her eyes at last, she found Mark
standing between her legs, unzipping his fly.
She
wanted to speak, but again, she felt that weird sense of constraint.
Mark’s face was serious, intent, with no trace of his normal grin.
He loosed his erection and Miranda thought it looked oddly
unfamiliar. It stood at a different angle, perhaps, or curved in a
different direction, or perhaps it was a bit thicker than she
remembered. She was puzzled, but enormously aroused. Mark grabbed her
legs and pulled them up onto his shoulders, then without
preliminaries, he plunged into her well-lubricated cunt.
Briefly,
her mind was besieged by small worries. The table was strewn with
water glasses. He was not wearing a condom. The meeting room door was
wide-open—at any moment someone could happen by and discover them.
Then her mind dissolved in a sea of sensation and she gave herself up
completely to her partner’s cock.
He
felt glorious. He stretched her beyond belief, burying his rod in her
slippery depths, battering her with his hardness. There was a new
urgency to his fucking. This was not a game or a scene. There were no
masks, no roles. He was not in control. There was no technique here,
only pure need. Miranda responded to his naked lust in kind, totally
forgetting who and where she was.
She
arched her back to meet his thrusts, forcing him deeper. He pressed
her thighs back toward her, so that she was bent double, and pounded
her from above, his fingernails biting into her calves. Miranda knew
nothing, no pain, no fear, only blind and inarticulate pleasure.
Together, thrashing and moaning, scattering water glasses and tearing
clothing, they climbed the steep ladder to ecstasy. Together, they
reached the summit, and felt everything collapse beneath them. They
flew.
Later,
they lay together on the ruined table, still speechless with a kind
of awe. Mark ran his fingers through Miranda’s tangled locks and
touched her lips with his own. He was smiling again, but there was
something unfamiliar in his expression, something deep, strange,
tinged with sadness. She suddenly recalled her cloakroom fuck and
understood that this was its counterpoint, equally anonymous and
public, but sparked by love. Stranger and lover, thought
Miranda. You give me what I need.
Buy
Links
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&
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https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/mirandas-masks-lisabet-sarai/1127499525?ean=2940158774584
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12 comments:
This sounds so intriguing and hot. thanks for the great post.
debby236 at gmail dot com
Great post!
So steamy and good. Thank you for sharing and I also enjoy reading your emails/newsletters :)
Hi Lisabet, What a powerful, sexy excerpt. I love the mix of sex and emotion.
Wish I could read it for free. thanks for the chance to win
What a great snippet! *fans self*
Searingly erotic, indeed!
I love stockings being used in erotic scenes! And being in a public place? Doubles/triples the heat level! Phew!
was nice
bn100candg at hotmail dot com
What I read sounds interesting and wonderful, I would love to be a part of it. Splendid¡
Wow - going off to get a lemonade.
Tweeted.
Congratulations to Savanna, picked by Random.org as my winner.
I'll try to contact you via MFRW, Savanna, since I don't have your email.
Thanks to everyone for joining in the fun!
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