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A ripple in the air. Invisible fingers caress your skin. Ancient magic kindles insatiable lust.

Supernatural powers thrill the senses and expose secret obsessions.

ERWA is proud to present this exciting collection of eight intense, arousing stories that shatter the stereotypes of genre, delivering a fresh and compelling take on paranormal sexual experience.

A woman seeks ecstatic oblivion in the arms of an incubus. History repeats itself as ghostly lovers seduce through vivid dreams. An ancient collection of obscenely decorated lamps redefines the joy of possession.

Featuring Selena Kitt’s stunning masterpiece, “The Velvet Choker”, Unearthly Delights brings together some of the best storytellers in this world—or the next. It’s a sexy, spine-tingling treat.

The fantastic (literally) first volume of the Erotica Readers & Writers Association is on sale for only 99 cents, from now through this Saturday. Grab your copy before the price goes back up!

Contents

• Foreword – Bob Buckley
• Night Visits – Delores Swallows
• Imagine – Belinda LaPage
• The Rasputin Collection – Daddy X
• The Velvet Choker – Selena Kitt
• The Lesson of History – Ian D. Smith
• A Ripple in the Air – Jean Roberta
• Mystic Force – Mary Ramsey
• Underground – Lisabet Sarai

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Excerpt - from “Night Visits” by Delores Swallows

Lisa headed up to bed as soon as they got back and felt the now-familiar chill at the top of the stairs. She shook her head, not sure what she’d do if the new windows didn’t cure the draught. She closed the blind and turned on the small bedside lamps, pleased with how cosy the bedroom looked. As Andrew came upstairs, she took off her blouse. She was facing the bed when he approached from behind. His hands slid up her legs and under her skirt; they gripped the waistband of her panties and pulled them down.

She sighed. “Don’t even think about it.”

Andrew dropped to his knees and rolled the panties all the way down to her ankles, pulling them over her feet one at a time. Then he pushed her feet apart and bent her forwards until her hands rested on the bed.

Lisa laughed. “Hey, I hope you’re not really expecting—”

He bent his knees and pushed into her in one fluid movement, making her yelp. He was incredibly hard again, and his entry had been painful.

“Andrew, stop treating me like—”

He reached round and pinched her nipples through her bra, causing her to cry out again. His hands moved to her hips, his fingers digging in while he pounded her from behind, each thrust going deep and hurting her.

“Stop pushing in so far…What happened to foreplay?”

Andrew reached round and placed his fingers on either side of her clit, tracing circles around her quickly-swelling nub.

Lisa let out a sigh as he continued his assault from behind. Something about living here was having an effect on his manhood. She’d never felt so filled before—he seemed longer and thicker that she could ever remember. A moan escaped her lips, which provoked him to fuck her even harder.

“Ow! Andrew, slow down and let me…catch…”

She lost the will to argue as he maintained the long, deep thrusts with his cock, his fingers moving faster around her clit, sending her tumbling into an orgasm.

“Oh God. Oh fuck. Oh…” Her legs began to shake; she could no longer hold herself up on her arms. The force of his thrusts pushed her over onto the bed, and he followed her down, banging her from behind, pressing down on her back.

“Hey—hey! Let me turn over.”

As he pulled out, she rolled onto her back and spread her legs. He immediately re-entered and started fucking her with long, slow thrusts.

“Ooh, that’s better. Fuck me like this for a while.”

Andrew’s eyes were closed. She ran her hands over his arms and shoulders. He must have stripped on the landing, because he was completely naked. Lisa closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensations emanating from her core and spreading throughout. Her body seemed to be reacting to the thickness and length of his cock.

“I’m going to come again. Can you come with me?” She opened her eyes and stroked his face. “See if you can come at the same time. I want us to—”

The words stuck in her throat. A coldness seized her. Her husband was looking down at her, but the eyes she stared into were not Andrew’s. These were dark, almost black. Lisa wanted to scream and push him off, but her body betrayed her. To her utter embarrassment, the second orgasm surged through her, making her entire body shudder. Her toes curled, her eyes closed and worst of all, she let out long whimper of pleasure. Keeping her eyes closed, she rode out the storm coursing through her.

Sizzling Sunday: Underground - #paranormal #erotic #incubus

I’ve been sharing sexy bits from my back list over the past month or two. Today I thought I’d give you an excerpt from something more recent. My Sizzling Sunday offering today comes from my paranormal erotic short story “Underground”, part of the Unearthly Delights anthology.

This is a pretty dark tale, about the relationship between a mortal woman and an incubus. In writing it, I touched something deep inside myself. I hope it touches you, too.

By the way, since this is the second Sunday in the month, it would normally be Charity Sunday. However, I’m on a foreign trip right now, so I can’t do the promotion I’d like. I’ll put up a charity post next Sunday, 18 March. That means that you can still comment on last month’s post, and add to the donation total!

Thus far tonight, despite the dagger, there has been no blood—just his mouth on mine and his probing thoughts. You are sure? comes his question, as clear as if he’d spoken aloud. I’ve become accustomed to his presence in my mind, the quiet authority that soothes me on the rare occasions when fleeting terror breaks through my lassitude.

I cannot nod—my muscles no longer obey me—but I mentally broadcast my assent. Even now, after all our encounters, I am not certain who he is, what limits he may have, how dangerous he could be. That doesn’t matter. I’d never refuse him.

His kiss sucks the breath from my lungs and the energy from my limbs, leaving me gloriously weak. Liquid pleasure ripples through my languid flesh, flowing in to replace the restless hunger that normally animates my body. I sink into the clean, sunshine-smelling sheets. My pulse sluggish, my breath stuttering, I close my eyes and let myself drown in that intoxicating kiss.

The world grows fuzzy, yet every sensation is heightened. His skin is silken. His mouth is hot as the sun, wet as rain. Tonight he smells of summer flowers and January snow. His hands roam over my nakedness as he kisses me, stroking, coaxing, delicate but insistent. Each touch is an invitation to release a bit more of my self to him.

When he finally stretches out on top of me, I am barely breathing. My heart beats no more than a dozen times per minute. I should be unconscious, my life hanging by a thread. Instead I’m acutely aware of him—the pressure of his hairless chest against my breasts, his winter scent. That, and the ripples of phantom bliss I feel despite my paralysis.

Then Z slides his cock into the hungry void between my sprawled thighs. Fire streaks through me. Answering energy surges back to him in a delicious, dizzy rush. I’d thought I was close to depleted, but I’m wrong. I have more, much more to give.

Z’s fingers might be gentle, but he wields his cock with all the brutal force I crave. Even in my debilitated state, I find myself close to climax as he pounds my cunt. He hovers over me, supporting himself on his arms, skewering me again and again. I’m far too weak to clench my muscles and hold him inside, but my slick folds cling to his cock as he withdraws before each savage thrust. Each time he enters my flesh, he takes more of me.

I surrender gladly, rejoicing in my weakness. Never have I felt so utterly helpless. Possessed, overwhelmed, almost erased. It’s terrifying and thrilling, desperately erotic. My sight is dim, but still I see his eyes, glowing above me as though lit from within by blue-green flame. No smile softens his features, not even now as his cock pulses in my paralyzed depths and his rhythm grows ragged. My surrender excites him. The knowledge that I please him, that I fulfill his needs as he does mine, floods me with a tingling warmth.

Darkness gathers, as it always does. His feverish pounding is all I know. As his speed increases, my heart slows further. He’s almost at the crisis point. His climax will trigger mine, that glorious release into emptiness I crave more than anything else.

At the last moment, as always, I know he’ll relinquish his hold on me and pump a bit of life-force back into me, enough to keep me in the world for our next encounter. Anticipatory tension seizes my spirit, though my body remains limp and unresponsive. Soon…

His ferocious thrusts push me still deeper into ecstatic immobility. I cannot read his thoughts the way he reads mine. Still, I sense him holding back. He aches to consume me completely, and in that instant, I want to give him that final gift.

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