Showing posts with label Elvis Presley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Elvis Presley. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 8, 2020

Happy Birthday, Elvis -- #flashfiction #eroticfantasy #ElvisPresley


Elvis portrait

Today would have been Elvis Presley’s 85th birthday. After all that time, the King still holds our imagination and inspires our fantasies. Here’s a bit of flash fiction in his honor.

Return of the King
By Lisabet Sarai

Why so sad, little lady?”

That voice. Sable velvet, liquid sunshine, peach-blossom honey flowing sweet and slow through my tired limbs. I knew that voice.

I glanced up from the dregs of my fourth double bourbon. He perched beside me – lean thighs, cowboy boots, black pompadour. Dark lashes framed heavy-lidded eyes. His pouty lips curved into a kind smile.

Some people see pink elephants.” I shook my head. The room spun. “Me? Dead rock and roll idols.”

Dead and gone. Tears blurred my already wavering vision. Everything good passes away.

Hey, don’t cry!” His fingertips grazed my cheek. He raised my face to his. I could drown in those soulful eyes. “It’s a new year, a new decade. Let me buy you a drink. Cheer you up.”

I don’t need—” I began.

He shifted on his stool, those famous hips swiveling. “Jack? Couple of root beers, please.”

You need a bit of lovin’, pretty lady.” He leaned closer, till those boyish lips brushed mine. I smelled mint on his breath.

Heat rippled through me. I was moist as a Memphis night. I was twenty two instead of sixty.

C’mon, baby.” Who could resist that voice? “My truck’s outside.”


Friday, December 15, 2017

Burning Desire -- #lesbian #erotica #Elvis @EmilyLByrne


Desire cover

Desire: Sensual Lesbian Erotica by Emily L. Byrne
Queen of Swords Press
978-0-9981082-6-1
$2.99

Elvis impersonators, art-fueled lust, forbidden longings, hot women, unexpected love, rekindled flames, magic, all these and more populate the pages of Desire. Meet thieves and goddesses, activists and actors, ex-spies and tourists in this spicy collection of 11 tales of sensual lesbian erotica by author Emily L. Byrne.

Table of Contents

Viva Las Vegas
The Further Adventures of Miss Scarlet
Summer Stock
Spoonbridge and Cherry
An Evening in EstelĂ­
A Room with a View
Treehugger
Diplomacy
The Old Spies Club
Heart’s Thief
The Goddess Within

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Excerpt from “Viva Las Vegas”

A few moments with Chloe and Priscilla herself would’ve given me a second look. It helped that I was about her size and I’d already had the mullet chopped off after Sue said she’d puke if she had to look at it one more day. What was left of my hair was slicked back and darkened with something out of a bottle. She touched up my brown lashes and worked her magic on my would-be smoldering gaze until the blue suede shoes looked just right. One blue glittery blazer and some tight black pants later and I was ready for anything. Just so long as no one wanted to hear me sing.

Julio smirked like an extra from “The Boys in the Band” when we came out to get him. The regulars all whooped and hollered until I took a bow and swiveled my hips a bit. Then they laughed. I laughed with them. Why not? We all went out arm in arm, still giggling.

Once outside, we hopped on the trolley bus and headed toward the distant lights and glowing fountains of the big places at the tourist end of the Strip. I practiced my sneer until we climbed off the bus at Treasure Island to the great delight of the tourists. Chloe made me pose with her while a couple of obliging drag queens heading off to do their show at some other club shrieked appreciatively. It was all good.

Mid-pout, I took a good look at Chloe. She gave me the full impact of the Look and blew me an air kiss. My stomach did a little flip just then so I didn’t notice Julio taking off until it was too late. “I see something yummy, kids. I’ll catch up with you later.” He sashayed off with a focused look that reminded me of a cat stalking a bird. The sweet little college boy he was after wouldn’t know what hit him. Oh, well. I had other things to think about.

Chloe dragged me across the street and onto the walkway in front of Treasure Island. I waved to a couple of people who yelled, “I see Elvis!” Probably thought there was a convention in town or something. The crowds were already getting thick when Chloe parked me in front of her by the rail. “I’ve seen it before. Watch your wallet. Things are gonna get kind of crazy.”

The crowd filled in, packing the wooden sidewalk until I couldn’t have gone anywhere if I’d wanted to. Chloe’s lips were at my ear. “The Elvis look really suites you, Pam. You a fan of the King?” I nodded my head and tried not to shiver as she leaned a lot closer. Her thighs burned me through my jeans and she slipped an arm around me as if to hold onto the railing. The pirate show started up and as the ships maneuvered, her fingers found my nipple and pinched it hard. I bit my lip to keep from yelling and tried not to arch my back against her.

That was when I realized that she was packing. I could feel the solid flexible weight of the dildo pressed against my butt and got a lot wetter while I warmed up to the idea of sex with the King. Or as close as I wanted to get anyway. The crowd crushed us together until I thought I was going to melt all over her in a big molten pool. I could barely breathe, especially when the cannons started firing and her hands got busy exploring. They roamed under my jacket and shirt, caressing my skin. Her breath was hot on my neck and I could see her lips curl in a sexy smile from the corner of my eye. I bit my own lips hard, smothering the moan that wanted to explode from them.

About Emily L. Byrne

Emily L. Byrne’s stories have appeared in Bossier, Spy Games, Forbidden Fruit, First, Summer Love, Best Lesbian Erotica 20th Anniversary Edition, Witches, Princesses and Women at Arms, The Mammoth Book of Uniform Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica of the Year Vol. 2, The Nobilis Erotica Podcast and Blood in the Rain 3. Her collections Knife’s Edge: Kinky Lesbian Erotica and Desire: Sensual Lesbian Erotica are available from Queen of Swords Press. She can be found at http://writeremilylbyrne.blogspot.com/ and @emilylbyrne.


Friday, January 8, 2010

Black Velvet

Today is the 75th anniversary of the birth of Elvis Presley. I was considering titling this post "Yet Another Post about Elvis", since I expect half the members of the blogosphere to choose The King as their topic for the 8th of January. The title comes from one of my favorite songs, "Black Velvet", written by David Tyson and Christopher Ward and recorded in 1989 by Alannah Myles, about the young Elvis:

Up in Memphis the music's like a heatwave
White lightening, bound to drive you wild
Mama's baby's in the heart of every school girl
"Love me tender" leaves 'em cryin' in the aisle
The way he moved, it was a sin, so sweet and true
Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for.

Old as I am, I'm too young to remember Elvis in his prime. Nevertheless, I'm not immune to his mystique. I've watched some of his old movies--"Roustabout" and "Viva Las Vegas". I've seen videos. I feel the smoldering passion and the barely-leashed sexuality in his songs, the youthful energy and the hint of rebellion.

These days entertainers perform half naked, make lewd gestures, feature obscene lyrics, and people hardly notice. Elvis was more subtle. Sure, he had those swiveling hips, those pouting lips and that low croon that sent a chill down your spine, but he was mostly polite. The sex was there, under the surface--you couldn't help but react--but it was a seductive promise, not an in-your-face display. Still, there were those in 1950's America who found him shocking, who wanted him banned for his suggestive manner.

Fat chance!

(Thank heavens!)

I'd love to be able to write the way Elvis sang, effortlessly evoking such aching desire. I wish I could distill the essence of his appeal--not loud and raw like today's stars, but smooth and fiery as a ten-year old bourbon.

I don't have anything original to say about the man or the phenomenon that was Elvis Presley. There are thousands of other bloggers who will no doubt say it all anyway. But the world is poorer without his passion. So I'll just wish you happy birthday, Elvis--wherever you are.

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Tune in tomorrow for a guest post from one of my favorite writers, Helen Madden. Helen's one of my blogging companions at the group blog Oh Get A Grip!. She's outrageous and funny and ferociously talented.