Sizzling Sunday: Super Hot Gay Romance! #mmromance #scifi #SizzlingSunday

For today’s Sizzling Sunday post, I’ve got an intensely erotic, X-rated excerpt from my latest release, a sci-fi, MM romance entitled The H-Gene.

About the Book

When love is forbidden, the whole world’s a prison

After a gay plague killed millions and sparked brutal riots, the Guardians locked up all H-positive men in remote quarantine camps – including Dylan Moore. H-negative guard Rafe Cowell blames the lust he feels watching prisoner 3218 on loneliness and isolation. When he finally meets the young queer, he discovers that Dylan is brilliant, brave, sexy as hell — and claims to be in love with Rafe.

Excerpt

“Relax,” said Dylan. “Sit down.” He seated himself on the bench, the polished wood cool against his bare buttocks. Like an automaton, Rafe did the same. The black man kicked off the biohazard gear. For a moment they simply stared at each other.

Dylan felt his nipples tighten and his cock lift under the guard’s scrutiny. It really was lucky the guy was so attractive. It made everything easier.

He could read the emotions shuttling across Rafe’s face. Hell, the guy was an open book. The anger was mostly gone. Now fear, guilt and lust battled it out on those noble features. Dylan sat quietly, holding Rafe’s eyes, his own cock growing harder with every passing second. 

Rafe’s nostrils flared. He breathed through his mouth, panting as though he was running a marathon. His gaze flicked down to the rod of flesh rearing up from Dylan’s groin.

“What do you want?” he asked finally, his voice almost a whisper.

“You know what I want. You.”

He leaned forward, brushing his lips across Rafe’s. The other man started. Dylan seized the guard’s shoulders and pulled him into a fierce kiss. Rafe did not resist. In fact, he opened his mouth to allow Dylan’s questing tongue inside.

Exultation flared in Dylan’s heart. Still devouring the guard’s mouth, he slid his hands down Rafe’s massive biceps and then over his solid chest, pulling at the Velcro that kept the shirt closed. The guard’s skin was smooth, warm, and moist with sweat. Dylan’s fingers skimmed over the patch of tight frizz between Rafe’s breasts, then fastened on one fat nipple. Rafe gasped, grabbed Dylan’s head, and deepened the kiss.

This was almost too easy. Dylan cupped the huge bulk of Rafe’s erection, trapped inside the tight trousers. “I want to see you naked,” he said, close to Rafe’s ear. “Please, baby…”

Rafe abruptly broke the embrace. Damn. Had he moved too fast for the homophobic guard? Rafe turned his broad back to Dylan and shucked off his shirt. Dylan licked his lips at the sight of the muscles shifting in that sleek, chocolate brown expanse. Rafe kicked off his boots then yanked his pants down to his ankles. Finally he peeled off the gloves and tossed them onto the concrete floor.

When he faced Dylan again, his eyes were glowing coals. His cock rose like a pillar of basalt between his powerful thighs. His abdomen rippled as he sucked in breath. He was magnificent, like some ancient god. Dylan wanted to worship him.

Sinking to his knees in front of the naked guard, Dylan kissed the glistening bulb of that formidable cock, tasting soap and sweat. He was about to swallow as much of that engorged length as he could manage when a heavy hand gripped his skull. 

“No,” Rafe commanded. “On the bench. On your hands and knees.”

Dylan hastened to obey, his lust almost smothering his sense of triumph. He presented his rump for Rafe’s inspection, spreading his thighs as much as he could, given the width of the bench. His cock twitched when Rafe palmed one buttock. He nearly came when the man spread those cheeks, exposing his rear hole. He held himself still, struggling for control, as Rafe ran a spit-moistened finger up and down his crevice.

He’d be tight. It would hurt. Nobody had taken him there since Miguel had died, years—centuries—ago. And Rafe was so huge—but Dylan knew he could bear it, for the sake of his plan. In fact, the thought of that enormous cock ripping into him made him harder than ever.

Dylan expected violence. Based on their last encounter in the control room, he expected the guard to force his way into Dylan’s ass. He was astonished when, instead, he felt the wet prodding of the other man’s tongue wriggling against his sphincter. The slick pressure sent tendrils of electricity spiraling through him to tighten around the base of his cock. After a blissful while, the tongue was replaced by a careful digit pressing into his hole, circling, massaging, luring him to relax. He arched back, opening himself to the second finger that Rafe had inserted. Rafe pushed deeper, spreading his fingers to stretch the ring of muscle. Every movement transmitted itself to Dylan’s cock.

“God, that feels good!” he moaned. “More. Please!”

Rafe did not speak. Dylan heard him spit. The probing fingers were replaced by a rounded mass Dylan knew was Rafe’s cock head. The guard rubbed the bulb back and forth over the loosened entrance. Dylan shivered at the sensations. The man was driving him crazy.

Steady pressure built at his rear entrance. Dylan’s muscles screamed in protest as Rafe’s cock breached him. Then, in the wake of the pain, pleasure rushed in, full and deep, as deep as Rafe’s prick buried in his ass. Dylan clenched around the invading bulk, reveling in the sensation of being filled. Rafe pulled partway out, then slid smoothly back in to the hilt. Dylan felt the weight of the other man’s balls swinging against his butt cheeks. Oh, God, it was good, so good…

Dylan sank down onto his elbows, elevating his ass and allowing Rafe to plunge deeper. The guard thrust steadily, hard but not too hard, exactly the way Dylan craved. A big hand reached around his hips and squeezed his cock. He whimpered, overcome by the pleasure.

“You like that, boy?”

Dylan knew he didn’t need to answer. He wasn’t sure that he could. He felt fingernails scoring his butt flesh as Rafe picked up the pace. The guard rammed his cock into Dylan’s hole, again and again, each stroke more savage than the last. But Dylan was ready now, warmed up, loose and hot and hungry for whatever the guard dished out.

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Artificial Articles for Anal Insertion - #buttplug #hotbuttons #erotica

Today I'm going to discuss a particular device that appears in so many of my stories that I guess it comes close to qualifying as an obsession. Those of you with more delicate sensibilities might want to stop reading now, because, yes, I'm going to talk about butt plugs.

I was about to write, “My first novel did not include any butt plugs”. Then I realized that this wasn't true - on the very last page, in the Epilogue, one magically appears from the dominant's pocket and is inserted into the heroine's derriere as she bends over, bound, in front of a crowd. Was that the beginning of my fascination with artificial articles for anal insertion? Or do the origins of the butt plug's appeal lie further back in my history?

I've written too many novels and stories to do an enumeration (and anyway, I'm too lazy!), but I'm willing to bet that a butt plug has sneaked into at least eighty percent of the BDSM tales I've penned. So I have to ask myself, why does this category of toy keep popping up (or perhaps I should say “popping in”) in my fiction?

In the interest of journalistic honesty I must admit that I've never used a butt plug, either as the inserter or insertee. However, all you have to do is look at one of these items to feel dirty and nasty. They are the epitome of the obscene. They are available in a huge range of sizes, colors and styles – smooth or with ridges, capped with rings or feathers or even horsetails.

A butt plug can be used as warm-up, stretching the sphincter in preparation for deeper and more energetic penetration. One sexy scenario involves training a sub by inserting progressively larger plugs each day in order to increase his or her capacity for buggery. I used this notion in Rajasthani Moon, where the devilish rajah works to prepare Cecily for her sacrificial encounter with a werewolf. 

A plug can be used as a punishment, or as a tease. In my story “Just a Spanking”, in D&S Duos: Book 2, the Dom required his sub to wear one under her clothing while lecturing to her undergraduate class about computer science. Every time she moves she feels it shift inside her, reminding her of her submission to his will, and pushing her closer to orgasm.

Live anal sex can be intensely erotic, a celebration of trust and a pushing of limits. Being plugged is just plain embarrassing, even if it feels good. In fact, the more embarrassed, humiliated and ashamed the victim is, the hotter the scene.

I realize that not every reader will share my enthusiasm for this device. To each his (or her) own. I won't say that butt plugs are exactly a fetish, but at very least I seemed to have imbued them with a remarkable amount of erotic charge. They worm their way (so to speak) into my writing even when I'm not paying attention. And I seem to associate them very strongly with power games. I don't recall ever incorporating one in a non-BDSM tale.

Maybe what I need to do is write a story that involves nothing but butt plugs, as a way of exorcising this kinky cliché from my work. You know, the way eating a whole basket of cherries can turn you off cherries for life? No fellatio or cunnilingus, no nipple clamps or whips, no genital sex – just the torment/delight of being plugged. But who would want to read such a tale? Unless I'm not alone in this obsession...

Butt Plugs Anonymous, anyone?

Review Tuesday: Walk on the Wild Side by @Archer_Larry #swinging #lesbian #ReviewTuesday

Walk on the Wild Side by Larry Archer

Self-published on Amazon KDP

Co-workers Sandy and Kim are desperate. They have done everything they can think of to get their husbands to pay them some sexual attention. They’ve lost weight, purchased new, provocative wardrobes, tried to arrange intimate times together, to no avail. Sandy’s husband is a workaholic, while Kim’s spouse seems to view her as nothing more than his personal maid.

Frustrated and annoyed, the best friends decide to attend an introductory, educational session on the swinging lifestyle, organized by the notorious strip club The Fox’s Den. Under the expert direction of club co-owner Foxy, the women-only workshop soon turns into a lesbian orgy. Kim and Sandy, horny from neglect and ripe for new experiences, discover an unexpected affinity for their own sex. But pussy-eating and strap-on dildos are only the beginning of their adventures.

Soon they’re happily competing for the sexual attention of club owner Larry as well as the shy but hunky security guard Steve. Foxy continues to guide them in their increasingly outrageous explorations of the dark side, though to be honest, they need very little encouragement!

Walk on the Wild Side is the most recent book in Mr. Archer’s series about swingers Foxy and Larry and their no-holds, no-holes, barred strip club. Anyone who follows my blog will know that I’m quite a fan of Larry’s smutty tales, to the point that I’ve set five of my own books in the same fictional world. I thought that Walk on the Wild Side might well be the best installment yet. The first half, in particular, in addition to being sexy as hell, is also really well structured. Sandy and Kim are distinctive, sympathetic characters. Actually, I feel that the book’s subtitle, which describes them as “bored, cheating housewives” is quite unfair. (For one thing, they’re not housewives, but career women!) They’re enthusiastic about their journey over to the dark side, but the two women approach the prospect somewhat differently. Kim actually starts to fall in love with Steve – though of course that doesn’t stop her from doing the nasty with practically every other woman and man in the book.

This book gives a more central role to Foxy than many of the previous titles I’ve read. She’s the ringmaster (or perhaps ring-mistress) for everyone’s escapades. Although she’s still an insatiable slut (as are most of the other characters), she comes across as more intelligent, intuitive and responsible than in some of Larry’s other books. At least, that was my impression.

The plot spins out of control a bit in the second half. In particular, there are some continuity problems, where characters mention activities that I, at least, missed. For instance both Kim and Sandy mention that Larry (the character) had popped their anal cherries. I certainly didn’t remember that happening.

And I do wish Larry (the author) would learn how to use question marks correctly!

Overall, though, I really enjoyed Walk on the Wild Side. If you like outrageous, juicy, guilt-less sex with a wide range of partners, you will, too.

Protecting His Alien Mate - @clarechlochette #MM #Aliens #BDSM #MPreg

Blurb

Damian Shepard is no ordinary prison guard. He's a Solarian, an alien race that sought refuge on Earth over a century ago. They live peacefully and anonymously among humanity and prefer to live in the towns they have founded. Because they live longer and are stronger than humans, they’ve created their own system of justice designed specifically to punish members of their race who have committed crimes.

Shunned by his family for being gay, all Fletcher Voglar wants is a happily-ever-after with a sexy man who loves him. But when he is wrongfully sent to prison by a corrupt official, Fletcher gives up his dreams of having a life filled with love and happiness. One day Damian stumbles upon Fletcher during a routine check of the prisoners where he works. Instantly he knows that the frail yet beautiful human is his destined mate. Finding a mate is one thing but when that perfect man turns out to be an inmate at the prison where he works, Damian’s world is turned upside down.

But when the opportunity arises to get his mate out of there, Damian jumps at it. The crooked Solarians who threw Fletcher in prison are now after Damian too, and they won't stop until they’re both dead. Can Damian win Fletcher's heart and clear their names or will their enemies kill them before Damian gets a chance?

Excerpt

“My little sub, on your knees,” Damian said.

In one graceful move, Fletcher obeyed.

“Take everything off, pet.”

Fletcher winked as he slowly undressed. “I don't see why I bother to wear clothes around you, I end up taking them off anyway.”

“Silence, little mate,” Damian said.

“Why do I have to be quiet now? You seem to like the way I make noise in the bedroom.”

Damian chuckled. His little mate's cheeky nature was cute and sweet but very naughty.

“You have now earned your first spanking,” Damian said.

Fletcher mouth hung open and his eyes were wide.

“Why so surprised? You knowingly defied me.”

“I didn't think you were actually going to do anything.”

“You thought wrong.” Damian patted his lap. “Over my legs, ass up.”

Fletcher screwed his mouth into a crooked line.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” Damian asked in a stern, controlled voice.

Fletcher said rolling his eyes. “No, sir.”

“Then place yourself over my lap.”

Damian lifted his hands out of the way as Fletcher lay down over his thighs. It wasn’t graceful, but it got the job done. He had no doubt in time Fletcher would able to do it without fumbling around since Fletcher was a bit bratty.

“I want you to count. I believe ten swats will be sufficient punishment.”

“Yes, sir.”

Damian’s dick hardened. He closed his eyes and concentrated. This was all too exciting. Every inch of his dominant nature was being satisfied.

“You need to pick a safe word. It's a code word to get me to stop if I take things too far.”

“Sir, I have the word I want,” Fletcher said.

“What is it?”

“Velvet.”

“Are you certain this is the word you want to use?” Damian asked amused. He expected the word red or something close to it. Leave it to Fletcher to choose such a gentle and soft word.

“Yes, I'm sure.”

“Then velvet it is.” Damian rubbed the globes of his ass with his large, calloused hands. Damian growled then exhaled a long breath.

“This is not meant to hurt you but to teach you a lesson. If this becomes too much, I want you to tell me. Do not say the word stop. Use your safe word.”

“Yes sir.” Fletcher said.

“Because of your brattiness, you will receive ten strikes. You will count them out, is that clear?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I am not a tyrant. Nevertheless, I am your Dominant so you will respect me as such.”

Damian placed one of his hands on the center of Fletcher's back and ran his other hand over the twin pale globes situated right in front of him. Fletcher's ass was perfectly rounded and curved. After one smack, as the imprint of his hand came up in a nice rosy tint, Fletcher hissed, then his dick sprung to life.

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