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Monday, July 28, 2014

Publishing - A Little Bit Naughty - Yellow Silk Dreams! #sex #adult #fiction #mustread #erotic #romance #passion

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Thursday, July 24, 2014

M/M Sex Why is it so fascinating? - Jacqueline George #sex #adult #fiction #adultfiction #gay #MustRead #erotic

Why do I find M/M relationships and sex so fascinating? Why do you and so many other women find them fascinating? It doesn’t make any sense at all, but there it is. Given the chance to peep at an M/M couple having sex, or a straight or lesbian one, why do we click the gay button? Could it be that we just know that all gay men are well-dressed, take care of their appearance, and spend enough time in the gym to look, well, sexy? Watching two sexy men like that getting it off has to be an attraction to any woman.

Well, yes, all that is true. Except the bit about how gay men actually look. I live in a tiny village in the tropical far north of Queensland, Australia and we’re not exactly social revolutionaries up here. In fact, we’re pretty red-necked but even here we have some gay couples living together. We don’t have a gay scene – we’re not even big enough to have a straight scene – but there they are, pairs of friends living together. And we’re a tourist area, so we get pairs of men sharing camper vans and behaving just like any other couple as they wander around and see the sights. We’re fine with that. It’s their business, and who cares?

Here’s my difficulty; they look just ordinary. No-one dresses well around here (it’s too sticky!), and if any man ever looked finely chiselled, it must have been a while ago. They seem to go from beardless youths to regular guys in the blink of an eye. Sorry, I just wouldn’t want to peep at our gays, even if they weren’t my friends. I might be curious about M/M sex but I can’t imagine guys like that turning me on...

I’ll tell you what is nice about them, though. They make such wonderful couples. They are cute and romantic, and obviously planning to stay together forever. Nice.


Still, the idea of peeping at attractive men turns my head... A girl can dream, can’t she?

Gina is attending a company seminar in Bangkok and, on a whim, accepts an offer from Greg, a gay colleague, to visit one of the city’s notorious boy bars. The evening develops into something more...

When the dancers had gone and the curtain over the entry door had been drawn back, Greg picked up their bamboo tube with the bar chits and went to talk to Mr Sam. Gina saw him pass over some money, and then he came to sit down again.
She felt curious. “How does that work? You’ve paid him already?”
“Yes, I’ve paid the drinks, and the bar fee. And a tip for Mr Sam. He’s OK. Some of the mamasans at these bars are really stupid. Can’t even add up your bill and get the same answer twice running. At least Mr Sam realises that if he keeps his boys in line, he gets more tips himself so I always give him a couple of hundred as a tip. It’s worth it.”
“How much does it all cost?”
“All together? A couple of thousand baht, I guess. Say sixty bucks, including the boy. That’s something else Mr Sam fixes. The boy is told exactly what he’s going to do, and how much he’ll get paid. If he screws around or asks for more money, he’ll have Mr Sam on his case tomorrow. Look - he’s ready.”
Teera waited with Mr Sam. He still looked self-conscious and did not meet their eyes. Mr Sam was all business. “Good night, Madam,” he said shaking Gina’s hand. He took Greg’s hand and said, “I say very strong to this boy, you take care my friend Mr Greg. You do everything and one thousand baht finish. He OK. Very young, very fresh. Good night!”
Walking into the hotel lobby felt embarrassing. Gina felt everyone’s eyes on her as they went to the concierge for their keys, Teera in tow. They knew what he was and why he was there. The security guard at the foot of the lifts was worse. He looked at Greg’s room key, and examined Teera’s ID card, noting the details in his register.
“OK?” asked Greg. The guard nodded and waved them to the lifts.
They stepped into the lift and Gina silently begged the door to close quickly. Greg looked relaxed, and he was holding Teera’s hand. “You can come too, if you like,” he said. “Perhaps a massage?”
His suggestion shocked her and she should have rejected it. Instead, she did not wait for her floor but followed them out of the lift. “Just for a while,” she said, “And I’m not doing anything.”
Greg said, “Of course,” and smiled at her.
She found herself trembling as they walked into his room. She did not know what to do.
Greg waved Teera to the bathroom and came to stand beside her looking out of the window. Far below them, Bangkok’s night people crowded the bright street. It looked very alive. She did not want to ask herself why she had come.
“Would you like a drink? I could make a coffee.”
She shook her head.
Greg said, “It’s pretty out there, don’t you think? If only the language wasn’t so difficult, I think I could settle in. You’ve seen them in the countryside. I don’t know what they do, but they seem to live reasonably well. I love the climate, love the food.”
“Perhaps you’re a natural Buddhist.”
“You know, I just don’t understand that religion. It’s not very obvious, and yet... It seems to suit them. Have you noticed the little shrines in all the bars and restaurants? There are monks everywhere, once you start looking. I’ve been told that the monasteries act like high schools for most boys.”
The bathroom door opened and Teera came out with wet hair and dressed only in a towel. His upper body looked sculpted and sexy.

Jacqueline lives in Far North Queensland, on the shore of the Coral Sea. She keeps herself busy with her cats and garden, and by writing books - some of which are far too naughty for her own good. You can find out more about Jacqueline and her books at www.jacquelinegeorgewriter.com 

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

The Ferae Blood Bond-Naughty Excerpt-Peyton Brittany Clarke #sex #adult #fiction #menage #mmf


Blood Bond- The Ferae

Blurb:

Time is running out for CIA Agent Colton McClain. Caught between two worlds, he must choose—his Ferae side or human; he can’t have both. Haunted by his own failures and his family's past, Colton refuses to follow their same path. His wife Lizzie and his husband Jarrod are caught in the middle. Threatened by the townspeople for having a marriage with two alpha males instead of the traditional alpha and beta, the clock is ticking on how long they can live together as a family. Add on the fact that one of them gets the Rut because of their unconventional relationship, all bets are off that they will maintain the happiness they so desire. But their love is strong; still, can it defeat Colton’s fears? He is the key. Now he must act.

Excerpt:

He leaned forward and sniffed the crook of her neck, making her spine tingle. His hot breath beaded on her skin. His body oozed with the potency and virility of a powerful alpha male while his spicy scent made her head spin and her mound wet.
“You think you can keep up?” she asked, her breaths jagged.
“I was gonna ask you the same thing.”
Colton's piercing blue eyes constricted as he pulled her to him. His mouth claimed hers in a hot kiss, taking her breath away. Pulling away with a hiss, he nipped at the flesh on her neck and shoulder. Bathed in pleasure, her brain switched off as she pulled off his blazer and tossed it aside. He licked her lips and devoured her mouth as they stumbled over the furniture, peeling away layers of clothing.
Her back slammed against her bedroom door as he pressed his body against hers and traced her lips with his tongue. The more he toyed with her, the harder it was to control the primal desire inside her. If she let loose she knew she would hurt this citified ferae, so tamed by the normal humans in this world.
He grabbed her ass and lifted her, wrapping her legs around his hips, and thrust forward, grinding his hard crotch into her center. She grunted as he thrust again, pushing the breath out of her body.  She unwrapped her legs and pushed him away and then turned him around and climbed onto his back. She wrapped one arm around his neck and the other around his chest and squeezed, swearing in their ancient tongue. She squeezed and squeezed, crushing his solar plexus, releasing all of the hormones for his mating desire. He writhed under her grip, nearly gasping from the lover’s embrace. He fell to the floor, causing her to land on her back.
He paused, caught his breath and grinned. “I thought so.” Scooping her up with one arm, he slung her over his shoulder.
Lizzie giggled with a dreamy, awesome pleasure he hadn’t experienced in years.
He tossed her onto the bed and ripped off her panties then spread her legs. He buried her face in her mound and devoured her center. Her ecstasy grew as his tongue darted in and out of her opening. She closed her eyes, trying to hold back the crest that was building to a climax, moaning and writhing from his touch. He unzipped his fly, freeing his thick, meaty cock. His rigid pole stood straight, its tip dripping with pre-cum.
She gasped as he sank into her, filling her completely. She moaned from the pleasure and the pain as he pounded her, causing her to keen with delight. He paused and looked into her eyes, before withdrawing and turning her over. Putting her on all fours, he penetrated once again, grabbing her by the scruff of her hair with one hand and holding her hip with the other.
She grunted with each thrust as his powerful ministration shook her and the bed. It had been a long time since any man had worked this good. He craned her back further, wedging his cock into the surface of her cervix and grinding. She moaned gutturally.
He released her hair and held her still as he nailed her sweet spot over and over again. She wailed her climax, again and again and again. Her arms and legs became weak as he continued to take her from behind. He spread her legs further apart, grunted as he pushed into her again. She came once again, her juices pouring all over him. His seemingly boundless stamina began to drain her.  The muscles in her center grew sore from the pressure of his rock-hard dick.
She knew an alpha of his status could go all night. And she just wasn’t ready. She tightened her mound. He paused and whimpered. He attempted to thrust once again. He didn’t want to come but she was going to make him. It was the only way she could survive the encounter and still being able to walk in the morning.
She tightened her muscles once again and then drew on them, milking him. He panted and contorted his expression in pain. He grew rigid and shrieked. The Taking was working. No ferae male liked or wanted the Taking, but often it was a female’s only defense from such an onslaught.

Monday, July 21, 2014

New Release! The Ideal Side of Life #promotion #MustRead #gay #romance #sex #adult #fiction #mmromance #erotic #love

Welcome to BRB, everyone! It's finally published! To read the first 10% of my new novel, click on the Smashwords purchase link at the bottom of the naughty excerpt! New Release!

The Ideal Side of Life

‘Imperfect, but inescapably a love worth saving.’

Self-made entrepreneur Stephen Pritchard was given a second chance at life and love when he met Carson. However, as of late, their marriage has been anything, but ideal. Aside from the usual occupational hazards and Carson’s inability to communicate emotionally, Stephen’s learned marriage to a police officer, especially an attractive one, comes at a price.

While shopping in the city, Stephen and Carson unexpectedly run into Stephen’s former college buddy Dudley Kramer. During the conversation, Dudley insists they attend an upcoming party at the art gallery he owns. Believing the invitation to be harmless, Stephen convinces Carson to go. But part way through the evening, he realizes Dudley’s developed an unhealthy liking for his husband and the party isn’t as it appears. Illegal drugs and partner swapping isn’t something Stephen bargained for, and neither is the chain of events that follow. Disenchantment over the past, arguments, and a near fatal car accident suddenly puts his life into perspective.

Excerpt: (full)

Later that night, subsequent to the consumption of a homemade seafood dinner that consisted of stuffed cannelloni and a Caesar salad, we decided to hit the hay early. We’d both had a long day.
Carson stripped, tossed his clothes in the hamper, and flopped out on his stomach, bunching a pillow between his head and arms. After the mattress stopped bouncing and he’d found his comfort zone, he muttered drowsily, “Can you cover me with the sheet?”
“Sure.” Ogling his ass, I removed my tie; no matter the temperature, he always slept in the nude. As for my preference, I was a pussy; anything below sixty-five degrees and I wore pajamas. Grabbing a corner of the blanket, I separated the gray linen sheet from underneath and draped it over him.
“Thanks, baby.” He yawned, hugging the pillow tighter.
“You’re welcome.” Removing my shirt, I dropped it on the chair. Then I kicked off my shoes and unclasped my belt buckle. I couldn’t wait another second—the smooth, muscular curve of his ass under the thin sheet and the way he lay with his legs spread; he was begging to be molested. Crouching like a tiger, I moved in silence toward my target and the edge of the bed, preparing to pounce.
“If you’re going to fuck me, do it quick before I fall asleep.”
“Oh come on!” I exclaimed loudly, throwing both hands up. “How did you know? What—do you have eyes in the back of your head?”
“I didn’t know,” he murmured, shooting a weary glance over his shoulder. “Other than you’re taking too long to undress.”
“You know you’re a frustrating man. Every time I try to be sneaky, you ruin it.”
Snuggling the pillow again, his chuckling was muffled. “That’s because you couldn’t sneak if someone paid you. You’re too obvious.”
“I’m not obvious.”
“You are. The whole point of sneaking around is to avoid getting caught.”
“Why thank you for that useless tidbit of information.” Sitting down hard on the bed, I pulled off a pant leg and caught the other on my heel. “Now I know I’d be a lousy jewel thief.” I frowned in disgust, tossing my pants with the intention they’d land on the chair, but they hit it instead and slid to carpet. A dreary sigh seeped from my lips. I was too damned lazy to pick them up.
“Don’t get upset.”
“I’m not.”
The bed shifted and when I looked, he’d switched around to lie on his back. The sheet did little to hide his thick erection that lay slightly bent against his left thigh. The image triggered a glorious memory of Greece...and the beach. God, we needed to fuck—no romance, just a good old-fashioned fuck.
“I ruined your fun, I’m sorry. How about I pretend you’re not here?” He bent an arm over his eyes, sliding toward the end of the bed, and sank into the bedding, getting more comfortable. “How about something like this?”
When he’d moved, the top sheet had fallen away completely and his muscular torso blanketed in soft, dirty-blond hair appeared. Taking a moment to admire his body, I didn’t readily answer. My cock started to swell.
“Baby, are you still there…?” he asked, the apprehension lingering in his words.
Pressing my hand into the bed, I got down low and put the head of his cock in my mouth and sucked, the tangy mix of perspiration and urine sharp on my tongue. He grunted, rutting his hips, and I dug the tip into his slit. He grunted louder, and I suckled then mouthed his balls, one after the other. Working my tongue farther down, I pried his buttocks apart, digging my chin in while moistening his perineum and rimming his hole to a sloppy wet. His reaction was instantaneous; he grinned and his cheeks flushed scarlet. Putting my other hand flat on the mattress to brace my upper torso, I inched a tad higher and kissed the trail of tapering, curly pubic hair to his belly button, his erection rubbing floppily under my chin. Letting the moisture from my lips caress his stomach to chest, his flesh became dappled in goose bumps and his nipples hardened to tiny pebbles. I flicked and nibbled on the right then switched to nip the left. When I’d finished revving him up to a satisfactory level of arousal, I reached in the nightstand drawer, felt around for the bottle of lube then shook it and squeezed a little onto my open palm.
After I’d made my cock slick, I slid two lubed fingers along the tightening crease of his sac to his hole, and carefully inserted them. His thighs spread wider and he groaned. I played for a while, gentle then rough, ramming deep. When his groans transformed to harsh growls of uncontrolled pleasure, I knew he was teetering on the threshold. Kissing his throat, I removed my fingers, settled on top of him, touching his cock with mine.
“Just do me, baby,” he urged, slapping the right side of my ass, then squeezed. “I want to feel you.”
Rising above him for a split second, I glanced down to guide my shaft. Carson tensed somewhat, pinching his buttocks against the intrusion. But once I penetrated as deeply as possible, he relaxed, melting into a curve, and embraced me.
Normally, I was a great deal calmer, a regular Casanova, but that night I wanted straight ecstasy—to get off as fast as possible. Moving strongly, in and out, I breathed harder and faster. Our bare, sweat-coated skin slapped on contact. Minutes in, we both grunted and an extreme heat almost flash-burned my stomach. We’d both blown our loads simultaneously and his spunk had made a trail up my chest. Putting his hands to my back, he hugged my upper body and I fell onto the bed with him.
“I love you.” He kissed me everywhere excitedly, pushed me backward into the comforter, pinioned my wrists above my head, and lifted a dense, muscular leg to straddle my lap. “Now it’s my turn.”
“Huh,” I gasped, trying to catch my breath and wits. I was dazed, enjoying the fleeting tingle of euphoria.
While maintaining his vice like grip on my wrists, Carson snatched the tissue box from the nightstand. He fumbled with it, yanking out the white squares. “I’m going to make love to you,” he said, wiping us both clean with the massive wad. Then he stuffed the used tissues inside the empty box and tossed it over his shoulder.
The lust ended with Carson sleeping soundly while spooning me, and me thinking about what the notary had said. I have no idea why the living wills came to mind. After the jungle sex, I should’ve been exhausted and collapsed into a peaceful nothingness. But I couldn’t. I lay there for over an hour, staring into the dark, contemplating everything from our anniversary and Christmas, to what breed of dog I preferred, and whether I should purchase Carson a newer vehicle. Then I awoke to the alarm clock beeping.

While Carson was at work, I assembled the targets I’d bought for practice in the backyard. Robin Hood. Eat your heart out! Life was uneventful, for the most part. Then, something weird happened, causing a chain of events to unravel that put my fortitude to the test and altered our life together as a couple forever.

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