My latest erotic romp is available for pre-order! #MILF #Erotica #HEA

Happy Sunday! Well, I’m happy, at least. My brand new erotica title, The Slut Strikes Back, is now available for pre-order. Release date is next Saturday, July 11^th? But if you’re in the mood for some X-rated fun, why wait?

You’ll find the blurb and an exclusive X-rated excerpt below.

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.

Exclusive Excerpt

The lone staff member came out from behind the counter to bring her sandwich.

“Thanks,” she said, looking up. He loomed over her, a big guy, maybe late twenties, with a shaved head and a gold stud in one ear. He wore tight jeans, a polo shirt with the shop logo, an apron that hid his crotch, and a knowing smirk that sent a premonitory shudder of pleasure skittering down to her loins.

“Enjoy,” he said, his eyes flicking from her face to her tits and back again.

Trying to ignore his presence, she dove into her lunch. Instead of returning to his station, the guy leaned against a nearby table, folded his arms across his broad chest, and watched her eat.

She finished her wrap in record time, without tasting a bite. All she could think about was how her nipples ached and her clit throbbed. Under the spotlight of his leering gaze, she felt hot all over. Juices welled up from her pussy, dampening the cotton skirt that separated her bare buttocks from the chair seat. When she got up to leave, would there be a wet spot?

As she wiped her lips with a napkin and gulped down the last of her water, he approached her once more to gather the tuna-smeared sandwich wrapper and other debris. His hands were as large as the rest of him, hairy on the back, with blunt, fat fingers. Lauren couldn’t help thinking about how those fingers might feel, pushing into her cunt.

He tossed her trash in a nearby bin, then held his fingers to his nose and inhaled deeply. “Bet you smell something like this.” He gave a lewd chuckle. “In fact, I think I can smell you from here.”

Lauren wanted to sink through the floor. At the same time, she was so turned on that she felt faint.

He probably could smell her. She was certainly wet enough. He stood over her, grinning like some demon. Instinctively, she shrank back, drawing her arms up in front of her heaving breasts in a futile attempt to preserve her modesty.

“Oh no you don’t!” He snatched her wrists and spread her arms wide. “You’re not gonna hide those beauties from me.”

“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.

He reached out to fondle her breasts through the thin fabric of her blouse, flicking at the nipples with his thumbs. She kept her hand on his astonishing cock, transfixed by lust, unable to form a coherent thought. She should get up and leave. He wouldn’t stop her – would he? She might be a slut, but this, this was too much, too blatant, too dangerous. Meanwhile her nips sparked, blood pumped through her clit, and her pussy wept.

All at once he stepped back, untied his apron and tossed it onto a chair. Now she could see the fearsome bulk of his cock, straining against his zipper. He skewered her with an insolent stare. She felt utterly transparent.

“Last chance, slut,” he growled. “If you want my dick, get up off your ass and get yourself into the toilet.”

There was no conscious decision. One minute she was cringing in her chair and marveling at his cock. The next, she was on her way to the unisex rest room, with him following close behind.

The facility wasn’t particularly small, but he seemed to take up all the space. He kicked the door shut and locked it. “Bend over,” he commanded. “Hold onto the sink. Yeah, that’s right.”

Lifting her long skirt, he flung it over her head to bare her naked lower parts.

“Whoa, you are a slut!”

He landed a quick, hot slap on her butt, then probed her with those fat fingers, just as she’d imagined. She felt her juices spill out over his hands and down her thighs. She didn’t care; she was beyond shame.

“You’re desperate for it, aren’t you?” His palm connected with her other cheek, the sweet sting sending fiery tendrils down to her core. “Well, I won’t make you wait.”

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Review Tuesday: Pie Girls and the Very Lonely Man by Giselle Renarde - #bisexual #erotica #ReviewTuesday

Pie Girls and the Very Lonely Man by Giselle Renarde

Smashwords and Amazon KDP, 2019

When mild-mannered accountant Jerry Butler breaks a date so he can go support his mother during a family crisis, Jerry’s girlfriend Tracey throws him out. Instead of sympathy, his mother offers criticism. According to her, he’s nothing but a useless wimp who can’t commit or keep a relationship alive. Jerry makes allowances for his mom; after all, her new husband Walter is on his death bed. Still, he’s feeling pretty lost and lonely when he wanders into the local pie shop. He’s all by himself in a strange town. Though he still has a job in the city, he’ll be homeless when he returns. Tracey has made it clear she intends to keep possession of the apartment they’d shared. His many sisters are wrapped up in their mother’s tragedy. Nobody really cares what happens to Jerry.

Lindy, the curvy proprietrix of the pie shop, serves him the best blueberry pie he’s ever had, then offers him a taste of her own ample flesh as a second dessert. Jerry’s astonished, but not about to refuse her gloriously full body. He doesn’t know what to think, though, when they’re interrupted by a thin, stylish woman who turns out to be Lindy’s wife Alberta. He’s even more confused when Alberta comes on to him, too. Are the two spouses really so out of touch with one another? Or are they conspiring together, using him for their sexual satisfaction while deliberately keeping him off-balance?

I absolutely adored Pie Girls and the Very Lonely Man. The story is funny and touching by turns, filled with original notions and unexpected twists. Jerry’s a sweet, appealing character without a macho bone in his body. He’s as delighted to give pleasure as to receive it. (It occurs to me now that having grown up with lots of sisters may be partly responsible for his generous and female-friendly attitude.) Lindy and Alberta are complicated, both together and individually. Ms. Renarde keeps the reader guessing about their real motives until fairly late in the tale, but eventually we realize that Jerry is just what the two women need to stabilize their fraught relationship.

When writing erotica, it’s tough to avoid repetition and clichés. I am a huge fan of Giselle Renarde’s sex scenes, which always seem creative and fresh. In Pie Girls, she has outdone herself. Jerry’s encounters with Lindy and Alberta are full of delightful surprises. The three-way sex scene demolishes gender stereotypes in a most satisfying way– satisfying both for the reader and the characters.

I highly recommend this sweet, sincere and arousing story. It will leave you hungry for more.

Sunday Snog #146: Exposure (F/F excerpt)

The new edition of Exposure is now available from Excessica. I'm so impressed - they actually got Barnes and Noble to release it the same day as everyone else!

So of course I have a snog from the book for you today. My heroine Stella is bi, and this is an F/F excerpt. I hope you like it.

When you're done here, hop over to Victoria's for more sweet and sexy weekend kisses!

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I smell her before I see her. She must have freshened her perfume when she changed. And certainly she has changed. Her stylish but severe suit has been replaced by a black velour lounging outfit, a loose tunic and flowing pants. Her hair is a mass of damp curls, as if she just toweled it after a shower. She has exchanged her fashionable mauve lipstick for bright red. She looks ten years younger, and I have to admit, incredibly desirable. The velvety fabric of her outfit just cries out to be touched.

She notices me looking at the folders. “Those are Tony’s files on the campaign. I left them out for you. There are draft speeches, position papers, notes on people and places, ideas for campaign activities.” She glides across the polished wood floor and stands behind me, her hands resting on my shoulders. “I always told him he should get a tablet or at least a smart phone, but in some ways he was very old-fashioned.” Her breath is warm on my neck. She lifts the heavy veil of my hair and brushes her lips over the sensitive skin behind my ear. Hot blood rushes to my earlobes, my nipples, my sex.

“For example, he liked old-fashioned girls, with plenty of curves.” Now her hands are cupping my breasts, her thumbs gently massaging the nubs that protrude even through three layers of bra, blouse, and jacket. She flicks her tongue along the line of my jaw. I gasp at the answering lightning that arcs through my body. “You know what I mean, don’t you, Stella?”

She’s taking control, gentle but determined. Oh, how I long to give in to her! I want to sink into her, drown myself in her kisses, lose myself in her strength. I’m so tense, vibrating between fear and desire, that I’m ready to scream.

She grasps my chin, turns my face to hers, her lips already parted and ready. Out of the corner of my eye, I glimpse the pile of folders. This is not why I’m here, I think, as her mouth fastens on mine and her tongue probes me. But I can’t seem to resist her.

Her lipstick is cherry-flavored, which almost makes me laugh. Then I gasp as she slides a bold hand up the inside of my thigh. She finds the bare skin at the top of my stocking. “Mmm,” she murmurs, nibbling at my lips. “A garter belt. So traditional. So sexy. You’re such a delicious, old-fashioned slut.”

That word, from her, is too much of a shock. The tortured Barbie leaps into my mind. My whole body stiffens. Hoping that I am not insulting her, I push her away and stand up hurriedly. A spike of pain skewers my ankle at the sudden weight.

“No, Francesca. We agreed that our relationship had to be platonic if we were going to work together. You think today was bad, just think of the circus if the press found out that we were lovers.”

Francesca smiles weakly. “Well, we’d get the gay vote.” She sighs, and brushes my hair out of my eyes. “But I suppose that you’re right. For now we need to keep our hands off each other. It’s so difficult to resist you, though.” She gazes longingly at my bare throat, where my blouse has come unbuttoned. Then she straightens and smoothes her tunic. I watch her face rearrange itself, from eager lust to calculated firmness. The liquid warmth in her eyes freezes to a glittering hardness.

“I’m so lonely, Stella. I apologize for trying to seduce you, but since—that night—being alone has just been unbearable. I’m strong, though. You know that. I’ll make sure that it doesn’t happen again, if that’s what you want.”

“You know what I want.” I recognize her play for sympathy, but I feel sorry for her anyway. “I just don’t think that’s what’s best for us right now. For either of us.”

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