My lusty writing journey - #EroticRomance #LustyMonthOfMay #Giveaway @elusive_6788

By Estelle Pettersen (Guest Blogger)

Thank you so much to Lisabet for hosting me today!

I started writing steamy fiction in 2019 after trying my hand at different types of romances on a writers’ and readers’ online community.

Over time, I developed a follower base of readers and writers who read my draft stories in the community, and a few of them reached out to me, asking if I could write something steamier. I rewrote a college romance draft that I had offline, changing it from a sweet romance into something much spicier…that was the start of what became Lessons on Seduction, now published with Black Velvet Seductions.

I discovered the enjoyment of writing steamy love stories that were emotional and thrilling, and I dared to add some BDSM and menage. Writing steamy stories required a lot of research – getting the sex scenes right was important, especially the BDSM scenes. Consent is highly important, and always part of the scenes in my stories.

With Lessons on Seduction, I gave readers a strong protagonist, Sapphire Blake, who was no damsel in distress. It’s essential that people can connect with the main character and somehow feel inspired through the character’s hero’s journey/transition. I also learned to let my characters have some fun along the way!

As part of my journey writing erotic romances, I wrote a short story country romance “Loving Jack”, published in Black Velvet Seductions’ Cowboy Desire anthology. Here, I shared with readers that sweet, nice cowboys and cowgirls definitely have fun with spanking and restraints.

All in all, I’m glad I dared to write stories on the steamier side – it’s a wild ride writing erotic romances, and I’m currently working on book two of the Seduction series. 

Blurb

When college student Sapphire Blake finds herself fresh out of a breakup, she is ready to embark on a new journey in her life. A dark, sensual journey. Freeing herself from the expectations set by her family, friends, and church, an innocent and unworldly Sapphire begins experimenting with her new casual lover, Vera Richland.

Julian Richland is ridiculously handsome, smart, and intimidating. This university professor finds himself enthralled in a sensual relationship with a woman willing to pay top money for his time in the bedroom. To pay off his debts and continue leading his lavish lifestyle, Julian discovers the world filled with sex, drugs, and lies may not be for him as he first thought. With his contract almost up, Julian has his sights set on a new endeavor.

When the pair are introduced by none other than Julian’s own sister, sparks are ignited as Julian sees past the conservative stigma Sapphire believes the world has placed on her. Instead, he sees a sexy vixen—and he can’t help but admit he wants her.

As the couple begins a dangerous, passionate liaison, secrets become exposed and lives are threatened. Will Julian be able to save his relationship with Sapphire and rekindle the fiery flame they share? Or, will fate have another ending in store? Find out in this thrilling and erotic new adult romance novel.

Excerpt

I turned left, headed toward the direction of bedrooms, and stopped when I reached the main en suite bedroom. This must be Julian’s room. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it wouldn’t get the better of me, so I dared.

I dropped my bag on the floor and walked into the master suite, which featured two dimly lit lamps and a king-size bed with a charcoal duvet and matching pillows. The unmade bed was the only untidy element in this otherwise clean home, indicative of either his most recent sexual activity or his forgetfulness to make the bed up. I doubted that it was the latter. As I walked past the bed, I noticed leather handcuffs on the crumpled duvet. The soothing sound of water running in the shower caught my attention, enticing me to take a sneak peek in the bathroom.

The bathroom door was left open at a forty-five-degree angle, and the pull of temptation gravitated me toward it. I was curious. I usually did not pry into the privacy of others, but I had never seen a naked man in real life, and I was ready to find out.

Oh, my lord! There he was in the shower, a beautiful man in all his splendor and glory. Julian was wet and naked, reminding me of the marble statue of the biblical, nude David by Michelangelo. Droplets of water ran down his hard, taut, body, all the way to the curve of his muscular back and firm buttocks, then along his sturdy legs. He rinsed the soap off his broad shoulders, chest and slim waist. His body tapered down like a perfect V, and delicate veins ran along his muscular forearms. His penis was thick and admirable, even in its relaxed state, and his testicles hung below. Eyes closed, he lifted his head to absorb the streaming water, and ran his long fingers through his hair, washing out the remaining shampoo foam, which flowed downward.

The heavenly sight of Julian in his nakedness, together with the fresh scent of the citrus body wash, triggered my nipples to harden and the inner walls of my vagina to clench.

Julian’s eyes opened and fluttered rapidly, making direct contact with mine. “OH, FUCK!”

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry! I was looking for a spare toothbrush and didn’t realize you were here!” I babbled in a flustered state. I was a bad liar.

He turned off the shower faucet, grabbed a towel, and started to dry himself slowly.

“Did you enjoy the show, Sapphire?” Julian smiled smugly, emphasizing my name when he spoke.

“I, uh, I’m staying over with Vera tonight, as we’re heading out for a girls’ night. I hope that’s okay with y-you,” I stammered.

“Oh, it’s more than okay with me, love. However, you haven’t answered my question.” Julian’s mischievous eyes dangerously twinkled with devilish delight.

“I like what I see,” I admitted, gazing at the towel, which he now wrapped neatly around his firm torso.

“Good. Now, come here, baby. Touch me.”

I took one step closer to Julian and stroked the blade of his left shoulder with my right hand. My fingers traveled down his chest and stomach, drawing him to release a groan of pleasure.

“That’s it. Lower.”

“Lower?” I gasped.

“Yes. Further down south, if you get my drift.”

My fingers traveled below his navel and down to where the towel met his skin.

“Stop.”

“Stop?” I raised my eyebrows.

“Yes, stop,” he commanded.

Julian’s hands swiftly reached around my neck and untied my halterneck top, exposing my bare breasts to him.

“You’re exquisite.” His long, dark lashes lowered as he gazed at my topless body. I sucked in the citrus-flavored air as he began rubbing my nipples in circular motions with his rough thumbs.

 

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About the Author

Estelle Pettersen is an Australian author and former journalist whose romance stories explore empowerment, freedom, and finding one’s strength. She has a Bachelor of Arts degree, majoring in Journalism and Psychology, from the University of Queensland, Australia. Her second degree is an MBA from Queensland University of Technology, Australia. She is a member of Romance Writers of Australia and is passionate about history, languages, cultures, traveling, food, and wine. She is happily married and living in Norway these days.

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Giveaway

To support strong voices in erotic romance novels, I’d like to offer a free ebook copy of Lessons on Seduction to one person who comments on the blog. The winner will be drawn at random. Good luck and thanks for stopping by!

Sizzling Sunday: Christmas in the Lusty Month of May – #LustyMonthOfMay #99cents #SizzlingSunday

Blurb

Matt Glaser may not have the Santa Claus beard or belly, but when it comes to earning extra holiday cash, he loves his red suit like a reindeer loves carrots. This potential client, though—classy, curvy Eleanor Danforth—seems more interested in checking out his butt than his references. And two grand for a private party? Oy vey, Prancer, something's not kosher about this particular Vixen.

Excerpt

Her office—Eleanor Danforth, Private Investment Consultant—turned out to be on the fifteenth floor of a vintage, pre-Depression-era brick building. With her champagne blond bob, pearl earrings and tailored suit, Mrs. Danforth had a vintage quality, too. She’d risen to her feet when I entered, giving me the chance to admire her classic features and ample curves. I guessed she was in her early fifties, but she might have been older. Wealth offers tremendous benefits in terms of physical preservation. In any case, she projected a natural authority that made me feel like I was back in high school. I stood in front of her desk with my hands clasped behind my back, as though I’d been sent to the principal for some infraction.

She’d waved me to a chair. “Thank you for coming, Mr. Glaser. May I call you Matt?”

“Sure. No problem.”

“I know this is rather short notice, but I decided at the last minute to throw a party for my husband. A small, intimate party for a few of our closest friends.”

Her emphasis made me squirm in my chair.

“And given the season, I thought it would be great fun to have a Santa and a few elves.” She’d licked her red-painted lips and looked me up and down. “You seem to have the basic qualifications, though I would have preferred someone with a bit more muscle.”

“I’m strong,” I’d objected. “I can bench press a hundred pounds—”

She’d made a gesture of dismissal, her manicured nails a flash of crimson. “Never mind. You have something of a bookish look, but I’ve always been attracted to nerds. Still, I’d appreciate your removing your shirt, just to be sure.”

“What?”

Perhaps that was the moment when I should have left.

Now it seemed to be too late.

I stood in the middle of the swanky office, bare-chested, my form-fitting underwear betraying my state of helpless arousal. My cock hardened further when my prospective employer rose from her ergonomic chair and circled me on her designer heels, assessing me like some prize bull.

Her perfume tickled my nostrils, a delicate mix of gardenia and musk. “Lovely,” she crooned in my ear, giving my butt cheeks a firm squeeze. I jumped at the unexpected contact, while blood surged into my dick. “Clothes don’t do you justice, Matt. You’re delicious.”

“Um—thank you, ma’am.” The honorific seemed natural.

Her laugh was like silver bells tinkling. “Oh, I like that! Ma’am! Young people these days so rarely show any respect.” She grasped the waistband of the briefs and peeled them down to expose both my ass and my raging cock. “This hard-on, though—that’s not exactly respectful.”

“I—I can’t help it, ma’am.”

Capturing my aching dick in her fist, she stroked the shaft once or twice. I gritted my teeth, trying desperately not to embarrass myself further.

“Yes, I think you’re perfect for the job. But just to make sure…”

Releasing my cock, she hiked herself onto the desk. I let out the breath I’d been holding, then gasped again as she raised her skirt and spread her thighs to display her bare, plump-lipped pussy.

“Your boner suggests that you find me attractive, or at least stimulating. So show me how much you like me.”

“Ma’am?” I knew what she wanted. I just couldn’t quite believe it.

“Roll that chair over here, between my legs, and lick my pussy, my little Santa. Use that sensitive, intellectual mouth of yours to make me come.”

Slick, vermilion folds beckoned, twitching and fluttering around the shadowy hole at her center. As I scooted closer, I noticed droplets of sex juice gathering on the inner surfaces, swelling until they broke and dribbled onto the desk. Her clit was shiny, swollen, cherry-red. A rich, complex odor rose from her cunt, earth and ocean mixed. My dick pulsed in my lap as I breathed her in. What I really wanted was to sink my rod deep into that fragrant wetness. But I knew that I’d have to earn that privilege.

I glanced up at her handsome face.

She winked at me. “What are you waiting for?” Using both hands, she opened herself wide. “Eat me!”

Leaning in, I swept my tongue along her dripping cleft, gathering her juices. Her taste was even stronger than her scent, with a bitter edge that made my saliva flow. I blew on her clit, which quivered in response, then sucked it into my mouth.

Mrs. Danforth arched up, slamming her pubic bone into my nose. “Oh God! That’s too much, too soon! Gently, boy! Gently! Lick and nibble a bit first. Haven’t you ever given head?”

“Only twice,” I admitted. “I’m sorry.”

“Start by running your tongue back and forth in my groove. Use the flat of your tongue. That’s it—oh, that’s good. That’s right.”

I tried to follow her instructions. She moaned and sighed as I diligently licked her folds, applying a firm pressure that seemed to please her. With greater confidence, I varied my strokes, exploring the ripples and wrinkles, then pushing my tongue as far into her channel as it would go. I burrowed deeper, sucking up mouthfuls of pussy-flesh, applying lips, tongue, even teeth to push her higher.

Each time she reacted to my attentions, my cock grew harder. This was a new kind of thrill, having control over someone else’s pleasure. I was focused on giving Mrs. Danforth the best orgasm of her life. At the same time, I was probably more turned on than I’d ever been during actual intercourse.

Now she rocked back and forth, grinding her sex against my face. She flung her legs over my shoulders and used her knees to drag me closer. “Suck my clit,” she gasped. “Suck my clit and I’ll come.”

I pursed my lips around the hot bead protruding from her folds and prodded it with my tongue.

“Damn it, don’t tease,” she growled. “Get me off!”

Grinning inside, I mouthed her whole clit and sucked for all I was worth.

“Oh—oh—YES!”

Her whole body tensed. She shook like a tree in a hurricane, whipping her head back and forth. Wetness flooded my face, filling my mouth and nostrils. I didn’t stop, though. I kept sucking, circling the pulsing node with my tongue, raking my teeth over the tip.

“Holy Christ!” she screamed. “I’m coming again.” This time, her convulsions came close to breaking my nose. Her juices nearly drowned me. I had to relent, long enough to take a breath at least. I backed off, gazing at the pussy I’d just devoured.

Her lips were slick and puffy, almost purple. The orifice at their heart repeatedly clenched and released, opening and closing like the gills of a fish. Her clitoris poked out, hard and swollen.

My mouth watered. Could I bring her to climax a third time?

Mrs. Danforth stirred. She rested her hand on my hair. “That’s enough, Matt. For now at least.” She swung her legs off my shoulders, leaned closer, and skimmed some of her juice off my cheek with her long fingers. “Well done.”

I glowed at her praise. “Thank you, ma’am.”

Sliding off the desk, she pulled her skirt back down over her hips to hide her soaked pussy. “The job is yours. If you want it, that is.”

 

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Integral to the human experience – #LustyMonthOfMay #LockdownRomance #EroticRomance @HopeParkerBooks

By Hope Parker (Guest Blogger)

I’m Hope Parker and I’ve been writing seriously for two years now. My books are contemporary erotic romances with heart and heat that is vitally important to the love story. I love writing steamy fiction because sex is such an expression of who people are and writing about characters that engage in explicit intimate acts reveals their character and how they experience love. It’s also just fun! I grew up in a conservative household and writing erotic romance has allowed me to feel more comfortable in my own sexuality and explore how sex is integral to the human experience.

My protagonists all go through a journey in my romances and that includes learning to love themselves and their personal intimate preferences. I enjoy writing characters who come to embrace who they are and take an interest in their sex life as a form of self-expression. My latest release, Two Weeks with You, is a novella that talks about a woman learning to love who she is through her relationship with a sex worker she hires online after a bad breakup.

Blurb

When a bad breakup and dead-end job keep Elise Reed in an endless cycle of monotony, she forces herself to venture outside her comfort zone. She reads an article about male sex workers and how they satisfy their female clients through an emerging custom content website and is captivated by one man in particular: Levi Lowe. Levi is the whole package—literally. He’s hipster, Americana, and smart as hell. He helps her explore her sexuality but as the COVID-19 virus surges across the United States, Elise is furloughed from her job, threatening her financial security. To try to help her out, he extends a job offer to photograph him for his portfolio while she’s laid off. She agrees, promising herself that it’s just for two weeks.

But the man in front of her is so much more than she bargained for. Is two weeks enough? Will she ever want to leave?

Excerpt

“What’re you doing?” My dick was already getting hard again. I glanced at the clock. I had two hours before my next call. It was voice only, meaning I could fake my orgasm. I usually didn’t but I’d make an exception for Elise.

“I figured you had to work. I didn’t want to interrupt you,” she said. Her big eyes barely hid a thinly veiled disappointment. Oh, no. I didn’t work that way.

“Uh huh. Well, you did interrupt, and it was a hell of a lot of fun. So why don’t you get your ass back in bed?”

“Or what? Are you going to spank me?” she joked, but there was sincerity in the way she leaned towards me.

“Don’t tempt me because I will.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder and winked before complying. She crawled back against the pillows, her knees tucked underneath her, hiding her beautiful pussy from me. I stalked up her body, kissing her ankles, her knees, and the tops of her thighs. Her belly sucked in when I skimmed the top of her clit. I nibbled at each of her hipbones before moving up to her breasts. Her nipples were tight and erect. I rolled each of them in my mouth, making sure to alternate biting and licking, pleasure and pain. One day I hoped to bring out the clamps and really see how much of a bite she could tolerate.

I stamped a single kiss on her lips before trailing downward once more. Her skin had a salted tang of arousal that intensified the closer I got to her core. When I swiped my tongue up her slit, she was gone. Her wetness coated my tongue, she ground herself against my face, and the musk of her clung to my beard.

Once she found a rhythm she liked, I added one finger, hissing as she clenched around me in a tight vise. This woman was going to be my undoing. The potential of our lives together flashed before my eyes, terrifyingly clear. Remembering how she pleasured herself on our calls, I used my other hand to massage her breasts. I was rewarded by her grinding harder against my face. She was a rising symphony of groans, moans, and panting pleasure, all wrapped up in her perfect delicate voice. She gained strength as she got closer to orgasm, her hips moving with my finger as she rode me.

This was better than my wildest imagination. She screamed her release as I added my thumb underneath my tongue on her clit. When she was done, she collapsed back onto my bed, thoroughly spent.

“Was that the best you got?” She propped herself up on her elbows after she caught her breath, her messy hair and wild grin burning itself in my memory. For the rest of my life, I would remember the girl I invited to stay with me in a split-second decision while a pandemic raged outside and I pretended I wasn’t falling in love with her.

“Oh honey, we’ve barely gotten started.”

She reached for my hand and we tumbled back into bed. I had a hundred things to do, but I set my alarm for thirty minutes and sunk into the wildflower and sunshine whirlwind that was cuddled against my chest.

Buy Link

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About the Author

Hope Parker is a contemporary erotic romance author who loves writing about unlikely couples who defy the odds and end up falling madly in love. She is a horse girl, lover of all things romance novels, and owns one too many free dogs. When she's not writing, you can find her spending time on her hobby farm and daydreaming about new ways to utilize the land she loves. Parker has an MFA in creative writing and writes full-length novels, novellas, and short stories.

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"Trust me, little one..." #MFRWsteam #BDSMEroticRomance #LustyMonthOfMay

 

Welcome to the Lusty Month of May MFRW Steam Hop!

The Steam Hop is a monthly blog event for those of us who write erotica and erotic romance. Be sure you have a cool drink handy (or maybe a cold shower!) as you follow the links at the end of this post.

Today I’ve got a long, juicy bit from my latest BDSM erotic romance The Understudy: Acts of Submission. Definitely X-rated... but that’s what you’re here for, right?

Let me remind you, by the way, that I’m giving away a $25 bookstore gift certificate this month. Every comment, on any Beyond Romance post, counts as an entry. Join my VIP email list and get five entries!

 

 
Blurb

One look from him and I melt. One word, and I’m on my knees.

When the Berks Hills Summer Playhouse offered me my first real acting job, I never expected to share a stage with theater legend Geoffrey Hart - let alone his bed. Nothing in my education or experience prepared me for the paradoxical pleasures of submission.

Now I’m devoted to my master, for better or worse. According to the rumors, though, Geoff’s heart is taken. Dumped by his long-time sub, he has escaped to the Berkshires to lick his emotional wounds. Geoffrey’s dark games arouse me beyond belief, but I fear I’m just a substitute for the real object of his affections. Am I willing to settle for the role of understudy in this perverse passion play?

Note: This book was previously published by Totally Bound. It has been revised, expanded and re-edited for this release.

 

X-Rated Excerpt

“Your ass is the color of Maine lobster.” He chuckled. “Does it hurt?”

“Some.” In truth, it felt hot and sore, pulsing like some scarlet lighthouse. Each pang, though, woke echoes in my cunt that balanced the pain.

Geoffrey continued to survey his handiwork, close enough that I could feel the heat from his body, but he didn’t make contact with my hungry skin. Touch me, please! I felt like screaming. But already I knew enough to remain silent.

“I expect that from now on you will be on time.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll try.” Please, please, please—the mantra rang in my mind. But I knew he was once again teaching me patience.

Suddenly he scooped me up in his arms, carried me into the other room and settled me on the bed. I hardly had a moment to appreciate his strength before he released me. I moaned in disappointment.

“Hush! I’ll be with you shortly.” He began to unbutton his shirt.

I watched, holding my breath, as he revealed a muscled chest and flat belly scattered with black curls. Next he unbuckled his belt. It whooshed as he drew it out of his belt loops. From out of nowhere came the thought of that belt laying stinging trails of pain across my bottom.

He heard my gasp and grinned at me. “Not tonight, sweet. Your ass already looks like raw hamburger.” He unzipped his trousers and pushed them down over his lean hips. His cock arched up from his groin, straining toward the ceiling.

Oh, God! Saliva gathered in my mouth. I stared at the fat rod of flesh bobbing up and down each time he moved. I was dying to run my tongue along the veined shaft and across the rosy bulb. He came to stand beside the bed, that sumptuous cock inches from my fingers. I wanted to grab him, squeeze him, stroke him until he showered me with his sticky jism. His eyes stopped me.

“Don’t forget, girl. I’m in charge here.”

“Yes, sir. I know.”

“Good. Now put your hands over your head and grab hold of the bars.” The headboard of the colonial style maple bed featured ranks of vertical wooden spindles.

“Are you going to tie me up?” I couldn’t believe what I was saying. Everything was happening so fast. I was driving on the freeway without brakes, my own perverse desires looming up and rushing by as I sped along.

I knew he read the naked desire in my face. He chose not to mock me.

“No. I want to see if you can be still, without being bound. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” I whispered, wondering if I really could.

“Tonight I just want to use you, to fuck you. To see just what kind of a slut you are.”

He climbed on the bed and nudged my thighs apart with his own. His cock gleamed like a rod of steel. He rubbed the knob back and forth in the slick groove of my pussy. I arched and ground myself against him, the movements waking echoes of his spanking.*

“No!” He clamped his nails around my nipple.

“Ow!”

“I want you to lie still, as if you were bound, or drugged. No squirming around. No trying to come. You’ll come, I promise—I said you deserved a reward—but only when I want you to do so. Do you agree?”

Strange emotion welled up, tightening my chest. I could only nod.

“Trust me, little one. I won’t hurt you. Well, not much. Not more than you can bear. In return, I’ll lead you into a whole new world of pleasure.”

I gripped the wooden bars, watching him smooth a condom over the rampant length of that gorgeous cock. My pussy twitched and wept. I wanted him so badly I was ready to cry. Even more, though, I wanted to show him that I could obey.

Geoffrey positioned himself between my splayed thighs. “Remember, Sarah,” he said. “Be still.” Then he rammed his cock all the way into my cunt in one fierce stroke.

The force drove the breath from my lungs. The fullness made me suck the air back in. If I hadn’t been so wet, he would have torn me apart, but as it was my flesh parted for him as though sliced open.

My pussy clenched reflexively around his invading bulk, but otherwise I managed to avoid moving. His eyes, locked with mine, told me he approved. His hardness pressed against my engorged clit. A climax loomed, then faded away as he kept me there, motionless, pinned to the bed.

He pulled mostly out. My hungry cunt fluttered, empty for an instant. He drove back into me, harder than before. I strained against the bars, struggling not to jerk and writhe as his cock plunged in and out of my cunt like a pile-driver.

God, it felt good! His roughness somehow heightened the pleasure. I was his, to use and abuse. His fuck toy, as he had said. At that moment, that was all I wanted to be.

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Just in case someone wanted … #MFRWHooks #LustyMonthOfMay #99cents

 

Happy Wednesday! Today’s post is part both the MFRW Book Hooks blog hop and my own Lusty Month of May event. I tried hard and managed to find a non-X-rated excerpt from one of my featured books, The Slut Strikes Back. All through the month of May, this book, normally $3.99, is only 99 cents at Smashwords, Barnes & Noble and Kobo. Why not indulge yourself?

By the way, during the Lusty Month of May, every comment on my blog counts as an entry in my giveaway of a $25 bookstore gift certificate. If you join my email list (see the button on the right), that counts as five entries.

Blurb

“Find someone else to satisfy your needs.”

When her husband complains about her constant sexual demands, MILF Lauren Gordon is shocked, hurt, and determined to act on his instructions. She’s 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 pool boy, and anyone else who strikes her fancy.

Once you’ve freed the genie, you can’t put it back in the bottle.

 

The Hook

In fact she was on the I-5 by five-thirty, speeding north in her bright red Prius while the sun rose over the San Bernadino hills. She’d poked her head into the bedroom before she left. Elliot slept deeply, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers that highlighted his morning erection. Horny as always, she’d been tempted to climb into bed and give them both some relief, but she held back. She’d find someone else to take care of her – just as he’d instructed.

The studio was as crazy as always. She slipped easily into professional mode, joking with the cast members, giving orders and answering questions, shoulder holding her phone to her ear half the time.

Hugo loved the script. Her co-producer was a trim, energetic guy a few years younger than she was, with sparkling blue eyes, a ready laugh and a reddish-brown ponytail. Lauren had always thought him attractive, but today she struggled to keep her hands off him. It was sweet torture, standing close to him as they watched the rehearsal. Things weren’t much better with Daniel, the director, a dark and intense New Yorker with eyes that could bore into your soul. She’d fantasized about him more than once. Now all those lascivious images came back to haunt her.

Difficult though it was, she managed to suppress her lustful impulses and focus on the show. She knew that getting involved with colleagues would be a big mistake. She might be a slut, but she wasn’t an idiot. Fortunately, she’d tucked her bullet vibe into her purse. During lunch she slipped away to the restroom for a brief but energetic session with the toy that took some of the edge off her horniness. The self-administered pleasure provided enough relief to let her concentrate on her job for the rest of the hectic afternoon.

By the time Hugo called it a day at seven p.m., she was totally fried. It was lucky she didn’t have to drive back to Orange County. In twenty minutes – including getting her car from the garage and tipping the very cute attendant – she was at her condo, guzzling a sparkling water and gazing down at the lights of downtown Los Angeles.

She’d bought the place a couple of years ago, when it became clear that “Wild Seed” was going past pilot, to save herself some painful commuting and give herself a place to unwind by herself. Now she spent one or two nights a week in the city, especially when she had to be on the set early.

Normally her evenings downtown were quiet, a chance for her to relax and decompress. Tonight, though, despite her weariness, she felt restless.

A drink would be nice. Though it was only a few blocks from her building, she hadn’t been to the Gallery Bar at the Biltmore in years. The elegant, wood-paneled lounge with its ornate chandeliers and padded leather chairs seemed like just the thing. 

She took a quick shower, then dressed in a clinging black cocktail dress with a deeply scooped neck and a skirt that ended well above her knees. No need for stockings on such a warm night, she decided, or a bra, either. Her tits didn’t need the support. So what if her nipples were visible? The clientele at the Biltmore would be too well bred to notice. She considered going bare below as well, then decided instead to wear a scarlet silk thong instead which highlighted her tanned and toned ass. Just in case someone wanted a look…

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Lisabet's May News

The Lusty Month of May

New and Upcoming Releases
 
It's May, it's May, the lusty month of May...

Okay, no more singing. But I do have a lot of news to share with you.

Last week, Books We Love put out a huge collection of my BDSM work, entitled Admit You Want It. For one low price, you can get eighteen sizzling stories of dominance and submission, plus a 30,000 word novella. Come on, you know you're tempted. Admit it!

Also, in just a few days Cleis will release the long-awaited collection edited by D.L. King, Slave Girls, which includes my short story Muse, the tale of an erotic romance author who meets the master she's never dared write. You can find an excerpt here.

Speaking of editor D.L. King, her anthology Under Her Thumb has won the 2013 Independent Publishers Awards Silver Medal for erotica. The "IPPY" awards recognize excellence in independently published books in a range of categories. Under Her Thumb includes some great stories, including my own contribution, Layover. (Click here for a snippet.)

And speaking of awards, Coming Together: Girl on Girl is a finalist for the 2014 Golden Crown awards. The "Goldies" celebrate the year's best LGBTQ literature. This volume includes my lesbian BDSM tale, Sundae, Bloody Sunday. I'm keeping my fingers crossed!


Looking ahead, I just signed a contract with Totally Bound for my What's Her Secret novel, retitled as The Ingredients of Bliss (formerly "Her Secret Weapon"). This over-the-top novel brings back the characters from Her Secret Ingredient for a wild romp through France. Stay tuned for more news about this release, which should be available for pre-order in July!

Other News

After a lapse of several months, I've put up another dramatic chapter of CatToy. The story is winding to a close - I think there's just one more chapter to go! I'll leave the last chapter up for a month or so, but then I'll be taking it down so that I can send it to a publisher. So if you haven't read the story, better do so soon!


Also on the free reading front, I've put together a stand-alone version of my romantic BDSM short A Case of You, with a dynamite cover. If you want a copy, all you you to do is admit you want it... Go to my blog and leave a comment with your email, admitting that you want it... I'll send you the ebook in return.

On Sunday the 18th, I'm going to send out information on my next VIP reader giveaway, limited to people who are on my private email list. I'm giving away two prizes this month, $10 gift vouchers from Totally Bound.

Want to become one of my VIP readers? Just send me an email, to lisabet [at] lisabetsarai [dot] com and join in the fun.  

Contests

Ok - just for the fun of it, let's do an impromptu giveaway right now! Leave a comment on this post, with your email, and I'll enter you to win a copy of my hilarious novella What's Her Secret. I'll draw the winner next Sunday!

Lisabet's Pick of the Month

My May pick of the month is erotic author Jeremy Edwards' website. Jeremy is old friend of mine, and I was just thrilled to learn that his fabulously funny novel The Pleasure Dial also won an IPPY this year. I'm so proud of him. Of course, I love the book (read my review here). I highly recommend it if you're seeking non-stop witticisms and happy-go-lucky lust, with a deliciously happy ending.