By KC Vixen (Guest Blogger)
Firstly I would like to thank Lisabet
for allowing me to post here.
Now an introduction, I am a new, well
make that very new, Erotic Romance author. I write under the name of
KC Vixen, oh yes, I am bit of a foxy lady. I am a long time published
author in other romantic genres, but a writing friend, Lacey Roberts,
suggested I try my hand at writing an erotic romance. I did, and I am
hooked.
I have so far published two novellas,
The Schooling Of Virgins and Satan’s Wench, and a
third is almost finished.
I don’t know whether I have been
walking around with my eyes closed never noticing a thing, but
yesterday something strange happened.
My hubby loves grocery shopping. He can
wander around for hours looking at things, says it relaxes him, while
I am trailing along behind him grinding my teeth, because I hate it.
My husband had heard of a new shopping mall opening up and he was
eager to try it. Grudgingly I went with him, but I refused to go into
the supermarket with him. Hell, I had been in the middle of a great
sex scene for my upcoming story when he suggested we go out. The
juices had been really flowing (in more ways than one).
I stood outside the supermarket fuming.
What a waste of time I thought. Anyway, I glanced across to the other
side of the shopping mall and at the top of the window, I saw a sign
and I burst out laughing. I couldn’t see what type of shop it was
because there were several people standing around blocking my view
but I was able to read – Fresh Tarts. Obviously a cake shop, or
maybe not?
The Schooling of Virgins
In a cloistered, 17th
century English village, a young woman’s virginity is prized above
all else. Fraternisation with Outsiders is forbidden.
Emma’s cruel guardian, Gideon Batlow,
rules the maidens of his kingdom with zealous piety, the sting of his
cane on their bare buttocks, and the enforced wearing of crotch
straps. Can Emma escape Gideon’s shackles, and find passion with
the man she loves? An Outsider.
Satan's Wench
Alexander Satan owns the Pleasure
Palace, an exclusive gentleman’s club where carnal delights abound.
Emerald is the auburn haired beauty he
rescued from the sea. While training her to become his sex slave, they unwittingly
fall in love.
When Emerald is captured by Slave
Traders, will Alex be prepared to give up his hedonistic lifestyle to
save her?
Excerpt from Satan's Wench
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“Mas’r,
Mas’r.”
Where
the hell had Samuel been all this time? And how dare he yell out like
that. Alexander Satan strode from his study. I’ve
a damn mind to whip his black ass.
He
skidded to a halt in the vaulted hallway. His man was dripping wet
and he carried a girl in his arms. She was drenched also.
“Found
her in the water near the cove, Mas’r,” he panted. “Her nearly
drowned, must be off the whore ship that sank.”
The
girl was barefoot. She only wore a torn, stained shift and her pubic
hair was clearly shown off by the wet, almost transparent cloth. Her
long auburn tresses trailed over Samuel’s arms like liquid fire,
and Alex’s groin tightened.
“Take
her to the kitchen,” he said. If she hadn’t been such a beauty he
wouldn’t have followed Samuel to the kitchen, but he couldn’t
resist the urge to gaze upon this wench’s naked body.
Samuel
laid the girl on the scrubbed kitchen table. “Now get your own
clothes off before you catch a chill, Alex ordered. As Samuel
stripped off his sodden jacket and bent down to pull off his
ballooning trousers, Alex glanced at his back. The criss-crossing
scars and puckered skin bore testament to the numerous severe
whippings he had received from a previous owner.
“Get
something to dry her with.” Hell’s teeth, Samuel was well hung.
His black dick stretched ten inches or more. It was secured on one
side by cock rings attached to a band on his inner thigh to prevent
from him getting an erection.
The
wench was unconscious, little wonder with a huge bump on her
forehead. The shift was ruined so he ripped it from her and threw it
on the floor. Her skin was white and smooth as the finest porcelain,
her breasts were high and tight, crowned with dusky pink nipples. A
tantalizing wedge of auburn pubic hair had him stretching out his
hand to tweak some of the curls, before he slid his finger into her
clit.
Samuel
returned with towels. Alex snatched them out of his hands and started
drying the girl. No, not a girl, she was a young woman. Seventeen or
so, if he was any judge. She whimpered and her eyes flickered open.
He had never seen such a brilliant green before.
“Get
some clothes on man. I’m sick of looking at that big black dick of
yours.” Samuel, grinning, bent down and pulled on the harem type
pants he always wore indoors.
Her
naked body was flawless, her skin smooth as fine porcelain, her rose
tipped breasts creamy mounds of perfection. Her stomach was flat and
smooth, her legs and thighs slim and shapely. He felt an
overwhelming desire to bury his face in the triangle of pubic fluff.
He wanted to open her, part the soft pink lips guarding her female
recess and slide his tongue into her lush clit, to taste the sweet
nectar he felt sure he would find there. Hell’s teeth, he
admonished himself. Stop behaving like a cunt-struck youth.
He
couldn’t remember ever having seen a more exquisite wench. He
dried her hair first, lifting the gossamer strands up before dropping
them. They tumbled over her shoulders and splayed out over her
chest. Carefully he patted her body dry with the towel, lifting up
her breasts, rubbing the nipples until the pale ruby buds burst forth
from their dusky areolas. Squatting down he slid the towel up her
legs. He was shocked to notice a tremor in his hands by the time he
reached her inner thigh.
His
forehead rested against her belly, he only had to stick out his
tongue. He clenched his teeth, nudged her thighs apart with one hand
and gently dried her. She smelt of salt, sand and woman.
He
fought to control the rising desire her naked beauty aroused in him.
His cock felt hard, a huge bulge straining against the cloth of his
pants. His balls became sensitive, almost painful as they tightened
in his crotch.
She
was awake now, glancing around with fear filled eyes.
“What’s
your name?”
He
got a blank green eyed stare. “I…I don’t know,” she said in a
soft English midlands accent.
“What!”
“Where
am I?”
“At
my home, I’m Alexander Satan.” Bastard son of Lord Trengowey and
a tavern wench, he could have added, but didn’t. Hatred rose up in
his breast every time he thought of the injustice perpetrated on his
mother.
His
cock throbbed now. Why in the hell didn’t he spread the wench’s
legs and take her right here and now in the kitchen? Impale her on
his throbbing cock, letting the weight of her body push him into her
deepest most succulent depths? She was only a harlot off Jacque’s
sunken whore ship, and his friend and partner would have no such
qualms. He vigorously tried out every slave woman he bought off the
auction blocks of New Orleans, before shipping the best of them to
England to work in his exclusive men’s club. The wealthy clients
who frequented the Pleasure Palace paid high prices and expected the
best, and that is what they got. Every sexual whim was catered for,
every carnal desire satisfied, by beautiful, skilful women.
Buy Link: http://amzn.com/B00JQG8OI4
These novellas are
available at other venues, also. The full set of links is available on my
website (which is still in the embryonic stage).
Or
the website I share with Lacey Roberts
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Also, in just a few days Cleis will release the long-awaited collection
edited by D.L. King, 
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