Showing posts with label bisexual. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bisexual. Show all posts

Saturday, July 11, 2020

The Slut has Arrived! #Giveaway #MILF #Bisexual #HotWife

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Today is release day for my latest erotica tale, The Slut Strikes Back. Come meet Lauren, an over-sexed, under-appreciated forty-something blond bombshell and join her on her adventures as she discovers the limits (or lack thereof) to her sexual exuberance.

Happily Every After, for Lauren and her hubby!

Leave me a comment and you could win a free copy, hot off the press... and I do mean hot!

Blurb

Find someone else to satisfy your needs.”

When her husband complains about her constant sexual demands, MILF Lauren Gordon is shocked and hurt – and determined to act on his instructions.

Lauren has never strayed outside the bounds of her marriage, but now that she has permission, she unleashes her voracious libido on her gorgeous girlfriend next door, the UPS delivery man, and anyone else who strikes her fancy.

Her husband called her a slut in order to shame her. Lauren wears the title with pride. When he comes home to find her gang banging her son’s buddies from the college wrestling team, he realizes he’s made a huge mistake. He wants his slutty wife back. But once you’ve freed the genie, you can’t put it back in the bottle.

If you love wild adventures of wanton women, you'll love The Slut Strikes Back.




Here’s a quick snippet to whet your appetite!

Leave me alone.” Her quavering voice sounded unconvincing even to her own ears.

You sure that’s what you want?” When he released her wrists, her arms fell limply to her sides. A sudden pinch to one nipple kindled a fierce bolt of pleasure-pain. “Me, I think you want something else.” Grabbing her hand once more, he pulled it under his apron and curled her palm over his rock-solid erection. “I think this is what you want.”

He felt huge, so massively swollen she wondered how he’d ever get his zipper down. Saliva gathered in her mouth. She licked her dry lips.

Give it a squeeze,” he ordered, his voice lower and more seductive. “That’s all for you, babe. You want it?”

No, she wanted to assert. What came out of her mouth was a whimper of need.

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Sunday, February 9, 2020

Sizzling Sunday: Valentine's Visit - #bisexual #polyamory #ValentinesDay #SizzlingSunday


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With Valentine’s Day just around the corner, I thought I’d indulge you with some seasonally appropriate fare. Here’s a juicy F/F excerpt from Vegas Babes Book 4, Valentine’s Visit: Four-way Friend Swap – bisexual polyamorous fun for the festival of love...

Enjoy!

Blurb

Jake and Fran and Ted and Annie celebrate Valentine’s Day—Vegas style!

When Jake and Fran are invited to Las Vegas spend Valentine’s weekend with Jake’s old friend Ted and his curvaceous ginger-haired wife, they’re not sure what to expect. The last time they saw Ted and Annie, at the Vegas couple’s pre-wedding stag party, the four of them had ended up in bed together. But maybe that was just a fluke. There’s only one way to find out.

Since their wedding, Annie and Ted have acquired some new kinks and a good deal more erotic experience. Annie has discovered she likes strap-ons and a bit of domination. Ted has been forced to recognize he’s into guys as well as women.

Will Annie’s double dildo scare Fran away? Will Jake balk at getting intimate with Ted? Only Cupid knows!



Excerpt (F/F)

When she returned with the refreshments five minutes later, the tension had thickened. Fran sat on the padded bench to the left of the door, still drinking in the view. Jake and Ted lounged in two chairs on the right, separated by a small table, carefully avoiding each other’s eyes. The only sound was the distant honk of cars on the Strip.

Annie set her tray down on the table and handed out drinks. Guess we’re all a bit nervous, she admitted to herself. We all know what we want. We’re just not sure how to start.

Ted and Jake eagerly helped themselves to canapés, as if glad to have something to do with their hands. Meanwhile, Fran patted the empty spot beside her. “Sit with me, Annie.”

Cradling her wine glass, Annie settled down next to her friend. She sipped her wine. Now what?

Fran sidled closer, until their hips touched. “It’s so lovely here,” she murmured. “Thanks so much for inviting us.” She placed her palm above Annie’s knee, casually, almost as if the gesture were unconscious. The warmth of her touch easily penetrated the thin fabric of Annie’s skirt, making her shiver with arousal.

The other woman slid her hand up Annie’s leg, crumpling the skirt beneath, gradually baring more and more skin. Annie found she was holding her breath. She sucked air into her lungs in a little gasp. Now Fran trailed her fingertips along the sensitive inner surface of Annie’s thigh, making the nerves spark and flash.

You have such wonderful, silky skin,” her visitor continued. Her fingers grew bolder, climbed higher, brushed ever so lightly over Annie’s pubic curls. “And such soft hair…”

A bolt of pleasure shuddered down to Annie’s clit. Pussy juice leaked from her lust-plumped folds. Her cunt spasmed with need, but she didn’t move. She wanted to see what Franny would do next.
Her friend stroked a tentative fingertip over the swollen bead at Annie’s core.

Yes,” Annie hissed, overcome by sensation. “Oh, yes, please…”

In response, Fran urged Annie backward, until she was prone on the bench. “I’ve been dreaming about this,” she told Annie, crumpling her skirt to her waist and parting her legs. “Of laying you down, opening you up, and feasting on your sweet pussy.”

Fran fit her actions to her words, kneeling on the bench and bringing her face close to Annie’s weeping slit. “You smell like the ocean.” She swept the flat of her tongue through Annie’s folds, firm and wet. “You taste like olives and honey.”

Annie’s hips jerked upward, seeking more contact. “More,” she moaned. “Please, Franny.”

Of course,” replied the Italian minx. She leaned in once more, licking up the juice coating Annie’s inner lips, then probing the cavity between them. Pleasure danced through Annie’s flesh, even at this limited contact, but she needed so much more—“Oh!”

Fran suddenly shifted from tentative to fierce. She burrowed her nose into Annie’s pussy, nibbling at the tender flesh, flicking her clit, tonguing her hungry hole—lapping, munching, sucking, chewing. The volume of sensation surged, the gain so high Annie almost couldn’t bear the intensity.

The heaviness of an impending orgasm gathered in her pelvis, shot through with incandescent streaks of pleasure like lightning crackling through a thundercloud. One instant, two at most, and she’d crack wide open.

Fran continued to eat her, gripping her thighs, pulling them wide to give her better access. Annie felt the woman’s lithe tongue circle her anus, then dip inside, before sliding forward again to tickle her clit. God, it was all so good! But it wouldn’t last much longer…

Franny…” she moaned. “I’m going to come. Suck my clit, suck it hard!”

Fran followed instructions, fastening her lips on that trembling little node and sucking for all she was worth. At the same time, she pushed two well-lubricated fingers deep into Annie’s cunt.

The cloud burst. Pleasure flared in her center, sizzling out to her fingers and toes. She arched up, slamming her pussy into Franny’s face. Her cunt clenched around Fran’s fingers. Franny continued to lick her as the shimmering bliss faded, drawing another, rounder and more resonant come from deep in her belly. When that climax dwindled, Fran drove a third finger into Annie’s hole and sent her spinning into bliss yet again.

It took a while for Annie to come to her senses. She raised her head and gazed down at Fran. The brunette seemed exhausted as well. She lay with her cheek against Annie’s thigh, her eyes half-closed, her Cupid’s bow mouth curved in a half-smile. Every now and then her tongue flicked out to taste the residue of pussy juice on her lips.

From this angle, Annie had a fine view down the low-cut neckline of Franny’s sweater. At first, she simply admired Fran’s round, full breasts, but soon she realized looking wasn’t enough.

She combed her fingers through her friend’s dark curls. Fran’s eyes fluttered open and met Annie’s. Without speaking, she pushed herself backwards on the bench. Annie sat up, swung her legs down to the floor, and leaned in to bury her face in the other woman’s cleavage, licking the salt from her smooth skin and breathing in her floral-tinged musk.

Francesca truly had perfect tits, generous but not too large, soft but firm, tipped with fat mauve beads that begged to be sucked. Still nuzzling the valley between them, Annie slipped both hands under the Valentine-red top. She splayed her fingers over those luscious mounds and squeezed lightly. The stiff, juicy nipples poked into her palms. Her mouth watered. She needed to see, to taste, as well as to feel.

Take it off,” Annie ordered, frantic with lust. She feared she’d damage the garment if she tried to remove it herself.

Franny grinned, pulled the sweater over her head, and let it fall onto the bench behind her. Her tits bounced slightly with the motion. With a choked moan, Annie descended on that succulent flesh, twisting the left nipple between her thumb and forefinger while suckling the right. Locking her lips around the pulpy nub, so rigid and sweet, she alternated licks and suction, pretending it was the girl’s clit.

Oh, yeah…” breathed Fran, arching her back to offer herself more completely to Annie’s mouth. Just like that…” She parted her thighs, releasing a gust of fresh pussy-scent.

Annie dropped one hand to Fran’s crotch, still fondling her tits with the other. She found the leggings completely soaked. “You’re such a horny girl,” she murmured. She stroked her finger along the damp seam of the garment, following the line of Fran’s cleft. Franny squirmed in response. “I’ll bet I can get you off just by rubbing your through your clothes, without touching your bare skin at all.”

Fran was clearly naked under the leggings. Annie easily found the ridges of her lower lips and the swollen node where they met. She rocked Fran’s clit back and forth with her thumb, while pressing her fingers into the crevice between. Meanwhile, she continued to pinch and tug one engorged nipple.

Oh, Annie!” The dark-haired creature leaned back on her hands and spread her legs wide, shamelessly begging for more stimulation. “Put your hand in my pants. Touch my pussy. Please, Annie!”

No way. I’m going to make you come like this. Just the friction and the pressure. The way Jake probably got you off when you were still a virgin…”

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Friday, August 10, 2018

Out Now – For Queen and Country by Ellie Barker (@sinfulpress @EllieBa3 #lgbtq #suspense)

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Released on July 13th 2018 from Sinful Press, For Queen and Country is the new LGBT erotic crime novella by Ellie Barker, and is the final novella in the Undercover Lovers trilogy.

ExcerptFor Queen and Country concludes the story of Nikolas, a bisexual police mole, and Sky, a transgender thief, as they work to infiltrate the local crime syndicate. Ellie Barker has created a fast paced and highly entertaining trilogy, with a diverse range of characters, various sexual encounters, and unconventional romance. Secrets and Spies, the first in the trilogy, was released in May 2018, and In Bed with the Enemy, the second book in the trilogy, was released in July 2018.

The Undercover Lovers trilogy is Amazon exclusive for a limited time before being released across all main platforms. It is available to read through Kindle Unlimited.

Blurb

Nikolas Jinsen, police mole and mafia odd-job man, is given an ultimatum; stop seeing his girlfriend, or lose his job. When a hasty attempt to keep both goes wrong, he does the only thing he can think of: he lies. But with his new roommate a member of the elite gang that Nikolas has been tasked to look into, and his assignations with his girlfriend constantly interrupted by calls on his services as a lover, Nikolas finds that work isn't all fun and games.

For Queen and Country is a light-hearted erotic crime novella with LGBT themes.


Excerpt

There’s something about fucking people I hate that I absolutely love.

It’s partly the pleasure. I can make them writhe, moan, plead for me to just keep doing what I’m doing. I can stop, teasing and taunting, sliding in and out slowly, flicking a clit or a nipple with my fingers or tongue. I can reduce them to a begging, panting mess just by using my body and my cock.

And it’s partly the sense of power. It’s being able to bend them naked over whatever I want, grip their hips, thrust in again and again. I love the way my hips slam into their skin, the way my fingers pinch and tug flesh, eliciting moans of pleasure even when I’m hurting them.

And it’s definitely the ability to make them orgasm. I can make them scream and groan, squirt over my fingers or pulse cum over their skin. I can draw it out, getting that build-up oh oh oh! until it snaps and they shake, jerking under me, held by my hands and cock and mouth as they can’t control their pleasure.

To see someone I hate at my command, helpless under my tongue, is really satisfying.

Case in point: Tanya Mardos. Blonde, large-breasted, round-assed, and quite frankly one of the biggest bitches I’ve ever met. She was a bitch to my girlfriend, and she’s a bitch to most of the people around her. She’s also a grade-A bitch when it comes to business, mostly because she doesn’t shy away from the illegal side of things.

She’s usually quite nice to me, but that’s because I have a cock and I know how to make her come—multiple times, if necessary. I’m a tool that she likes, especially right now, because I’ve just given her a screaming orgasm in her favourite position: up against the floor-to-ceiling windows of her penthouse, with everyone outside able to see her hot, naked body.

Not that they can, incidentally, because security dictates the glass is one-way. But it’s a fantastic illusion, and considering Tanya is an exhibitionist, she makes the most of it.

She’d just finished making the most of it, and headed back into the room to pick up a drink from the desk as I wiped my face and remembered how to breathe.

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About the Author

Ellie mostly writes short'n'dirty flash fiction and short erotic fiction in any genre going. She prefers vampires over werewolves, and is always hot for a rainy night.

You can find out more about Ellie over at http://elliebarker.co.uk/, or follow her on Twitter as @EllieBa3



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Friday, March 30, 2018

How far would you go to be seen? #exhibitionism #bisexual #giveaway @suzannjefferies

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Suzanne will be giving away two ebooks of Watched to two lucky winners. Please use the Rafflecopter below to enter. Remember you may increase your chances of winning by visiting the other tour stops. You may find those locations here.

Blurb

Newly divorced Professor Evie Brown notices her student Cameron Slade and how attentive he seems, so totally unlike her ex-husband. Cameron is also delicious to look at, all taut body, broad shoulders, and hot eyes. He’s forbidden territory, but one late afternoon as she pleasures herself in an empty lecture hall, she looks up to find she’s not alone. He’s there…watching her.

And then there’s Sophie Walker. Ever since Evie met the sensual woman, she’s allowed her inhibitions to unreel, one by one. It’s Sophie who’s been sharing Evie’s erotic awakening, Sophie who she yearns for. Or is it?




Excerpt

I wipe clean the whiteboard, enjoying the push of the felt, swinging from side to side as I move, the squeaking sound it makes as it erases the past three hours’ worth of hard work. An image replays over and over—that unexpected reveal of Cameron’s torso—a handspan of bareness, the grooved shadow of muscle. It was a shock to the sterility of that lecture hall. My mouth waters. Bare, taut skin—that male skin, so much rougher, harsher than a woman’s.

Male.

I replace the lids on the markers and switch off the projector. Alone. Facing late afternoon emptiness.

If Cameron were to give me something I’d like... I’d like him, close to me, all sweet-sandy raw male youth, at my knees. Male.

I swallow back the desire that is starting to slither through me, stroking the space between my neck and collarbone. Cameron. I picture the way he ran his hands through his lightly gelled hair, the bulge in his arms as his hands extended behind his head. The soft curve of his lower lip. That vulnerable stretch of torso that was making my mouth salivate like a beast before its slaughter.

About the Author

Suzanne Jefferies loves to write romance. As a member of ROSA (Romance Writers of South Africa), she knows that she’s not the only believer in romantic tension and emotional power smacks to keep the romance reader hooked. A movie fanatic, she spends most of her time as a writer-for-hire. Working in communication, she has done more than her fair share of corporate and investor PR, and now freelances in between editorial jobs for big. glossy company magazines. The Joy of Comfort Eating, her first contemporary romance novel, won the 2016 Imbali Award for excellence in romance writing.

Visit her website at www.suzannejefferies.com, tweet @suzannjefferies, Facebook: SuzanneJefferiesAuthor


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Wednesday, May 17, 2017

IDAHOT Thoughts (#idahot #homophobia #lgbtqi)

I just don’t get it. Why should anyone else care who I love or have sex with, as long as my partner(s) are consenting adults? What is so scary about two men or two women kissing? About someone born with male genitalia who’s convinced she’s an anatomical mistake, that psychologically, emotionally or spiritually she’s a woman? Why do some people feel threatened by the fact that I’m personally attracted to both men and women?

I mean, how does it affect them? In what sense is it any of their business, as long as I’m not acting indecently in public, or trying to convert them to my point of view? They feel perfectly justified trying to convert me, of course, or at least the many LGBTQI youths who are dragged into conversion “therapy” in an attempt to turn them into “normal” individuals. Isn’t that supremely hypocritical?

Today is the International Day Against Homophobia, Transphobia and Biphobia, marked around the world since 2004 as a day to raise awareness regarding sexual minorities. The date was chosen to commemorate the World Health Organization’s decision, in 1990, to stop classifying homosexuality as a disease.

In some ways, and some places, things have improved for LGBTQI folk. It’s easy to believe that we’re gaining ground in the fight for acceptance and equality. Then you hear about what’s going on in Chechyna, and you realize the battle has just begun.

Why should we have to fight in the first place? Where does all the fear and the hate come from? Is it a natural consequence of being confronted by the unfamiliar, the classic fear of the unknown?

Maybe that very human reaction accounts for some of the hostility. However, mostly I blame institutions and organizations for deliberately fostering antagonism toward sexual minorities. Religious groups, social movements and governments use fear to extend their control over their members. Demonizing out-groups is a classic tactic to increase loyalty and commitment to the in-group.

That suggests two ways to counter homophobia. First, unmask the inhumane tactics of the organizations who benefit from the fear and the hostility. Help their members see the self-serving nature of their hate-mongering tactics.

Second, incorporate sexual minorities into the in-group. Straight people need to see that LGBTQI folk are just people—more similar to them than different. Ultimately, everyone has the same needs, for security, for respect, for love, for family, for connection. Dividing up humankind based on sexual or gender orientation makes very little sense.

I try to do my part in my writing. I have gay, lesbian and bisexual characters in my books. I work hard to show that their sexual orientation does not define who they are. Like you—any of you who are reading this—they are just people.

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