Sunday, 29 September 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors #36

Hi Everyone and welcome to this week's eight sentences. I am continuing the story of 'A Private Dance' from 'Dancing for the Boys'. I have skipped a couple of paragraphs:

My Eight:

The following Saturday was a special night at the club. Tanya had two nights off before it and went looking for something exotic to wear. Competition was stiff; many of the girls were practically naked as they slid up and down their poles vying for the most attention and, of course, the greatest tips. You could never let your guard down or you could lose your place to a more popular dancer. Tanya preferred the more athletic approach but knew she couldn't afford to become complacent. And so she found herself browsing through some very bright and very daring leotard type costumes in an exotic dance emporium. It was fun trying them on; the emphasis seemed to be on colour as much as practicality. Tanya tried a neon pink asymmetrical monokini with matching thigh high boots and strutted up and down the changing room loving the way she looked. 


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Dancing for the Boys:

The idea of dancing privately for a group of young men appeals to college student Andrea Yates. After all, what could happen in a darkened room with a thudding beat and twelve hungry men? When Andrea dons the pink basque she discovers a bravado she never knew she possessed. How far will she go to get her kicks?

A Private Dance:

Tanya lives to twist and turn around a sleek pole in a gentlemen’s club. When she is observed night after night by a man who sits alone she is intrigued by his cool demeanour and finds herself thinking about him in the heat of the night. James, the gentleman in question, has a proposition for Tanya. Will her curiosity and her deep lust for the man affect her performance? 

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Friday, 27 September 2013

A Journey of books Blogfest 2013

Hi and welcome to this year's Blogfest! From today until September 29th at 11:59pm EST you will be able to visit blogs and have many opportunities to win prizes!

How does it work?

Simply visit as many of the participating blogs taking part by hopping from one to the other. If you leave comments you may be in with a chance to win whatever is on offer at each of them. Each blog has its own individual giveaway and own set of rules.

Grand Giveaway

Hop over to the tracking site at Every blog you visit and mark off will give you one entry into the Grand Giveaway. Please check out the six links below and see what's on offer for you!:

Diva's Bookcase
Bibliophilia, Please
The Cozy Reader
Dee Kirkby
D.J. KIrkby
A Journey of Books

My prize is a copy of 'A Wicked game' or 'Pleasing Mia' your choice. The prize will go to a comment chosen at random. Please don't forget to include a contact so i can let you know if you win!

Excerpt 'Pleasing Mia'

Another restless night made him late for work the next day. Countless phone calls needed his attention, Scott tried to get on with the day as best he could but his mood was fragile, everything and everybody irritated him. People started to snap back when he wasn’t giving them what they wanted so finally he closed his office door feigning a severe headache, and asked his colleagues to just give him some space. Thankfully they had the grace to realise he meant it and left him alone. He was then able to work methodically through his inbox dealing with only essential business whilst willing the day to pass by as quickly as possible so that he could get the hell out of there.
At 5pm he emerged, mumbled an apology to anyone within hearing distance then walked straight out of the tall sleek building with its billion glass windows.
 It was a mild evening, quite pleasant really, so Scott decided to take a long walk through the busy town. He really couldn’t face going home just yet. He needed to clear his head, unwind a little. Besides, there was nothing and no-one waiting at home for him. Funny how a few short weeks could change you, he mused. He’d always loved the freedom of living alone. He was a more than able cook and he enjoyed taking care of himself, answering to no-one.
As he walked along the busy streets his thoughts went back to the argument with Mia, he had to let it go, he knew that. There wasn’t anything he could do about her many problems, he smiled as he registered that fact. They were Mia’s problems, not his. He just wanted to love her, while she… sadness crept into his mind again and he tried desperately to shrug it off by increasing the speed of his walking.

Crossing the road Scott entered a small park, it was really just two swings and a slide but it made a welcome patch of green amongst the concrete buildings. Sitting down on a small bench he gathered his thoughts. He could either try his damndest to forget Mia and get on with his life, or he could go to her home and try to convince her to give him another chance. He knew that he had done absolutely nothing wrong, but he also knew that to be with Mia he would have to make allowances for that. His head told him what you might expect but his heart? Oh, his heart, and most probably his cock, said that he was not prepared to let her go just yet. He had to try at least once again to talk to her. Purposefully he stood up and this time he strode confidently back to his apartment. A decision had been reached, he felt so much better already.

Excerpt 'A Wicked Game':
Peter sat down in the large leather swivel chair and stared blankly at his office door. As if he could will it to go back in time and lock itself against the embarrassing intrusion.
“I will sort this,” he said, “Damn girl shouldn’t be up this end of college in the first place, and she should have knocked.”
Ten minutes later after sending Amy back to her own office, Peter had gathered his thoughts. He knew he needed to act quickly before the story was spread throughout the entire campus. He made his way down to the main reception where he spoke carefully to the college secretary,
“Will you find out where Lucinda White is right now, and tell her to make her way to my office please?” he said as pleasantly as he could, before adding “Immediately.” In a tone that left no-one in any uncertainty about his smouldering agitation. Then he headed back there himself to wait.
When Lucinda knocked quietly on the door just a few minutes later Peter was ready for her. He’d paced the room in an attempt to clear his mind and calm his nerves. It wouldn’t do to show fear.
He was pleased to find the girl quite contrite when he opened the door, her eyes were downcast and her posture slightly nervous.
“Ah Lucinda,” he spoke almost paternally, “Do come in and take a seat.” He gestured to the smaller of the two office chairs and watched as she sat herself down, demurely straightening her skirt and raising her eyes momentarily as if trying to gage his anger towards her.
Peter took the seat opposite her and rested his palms on his knees as he spoke very clearly and carefully.
“Now Lucinda, we seem to have got ourselves into an uncomfortable situation don’t we?”
“Yes sir.” Lucinda replied, her voice barely audible.
“Perhaps you can explain first and foremost why you felt the need to disturb me in my office during my lunch hour? And then you can explain to me why you didn’t knock before entering.”
Lucinda paused, looking upwards into his face beneath curly eyelashes; she painted a perfect picture of beauty and innocence.
“I came to ask you to sign an absence form sir, l have an interview next week,” she said, “l didn’t knock because…” she looked away biting her bottom lip.
“Why Lucinda,” he prompted, “Why didn’t you knock?”
“I don’t know sir; l heard noises and l suppose l was curious.”
This threw Peter Caine momentarily and he glanced away briefly, the girl could hear them? Who else could hear them? He cleared his throat.
“Curious? About what Lucinda?” he tried.
“I knew that Amy, l mean Miss. Price was in here with you,” she gazed steadily at him as she spoke, “And l could hear strange noises.”
“Could you indeed, well that really does not give you the right to come marching into my office to spy on me and my…well, whoever else might be in here.”
“No sir, sorry sir, like l said l was curious.”

Please note both of these stories are sexually explicit and intended for adult reading only.

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Monday, 23 September 2013

Forbidden Fruit by Selena Kitt

Leah and Erica have been best friends and have gone to the same Catholic school since just about forever. Leah spends so much time with the Nolans--just Erica and her handsome father now, since Erica's mother died--that she's practically part of the family. When the girls find something naughty under Mr. Nolan's bed, their strict, repressive upbringing makes it all the more exciting as they begin their sexual experimentation. Leah's exploration presses deeper, and eventually she finds herself in love for the first time, torn between her best friend and her best friend's father.
NOTE TO READERS: This story appeared in another, now rather infamous book of mine (UNDER MR. NOLAN'S BED). This tale, previously titled Plaid Skirt Confessions, is a slightly less naughty, but no less sexy re-telling of those events--updated and redressed for your reading pleasure with an ending that may leave you a little more satisfied.
Warnings: This title contains erotic situations, lesbian sex, sex toys, and also makes mention of pornography, salmon, amusement parks, chocolate covered strawberries, brownies (as well as girl scouts), plaid skirts, naughty uses for confessionals and some sacrilegious humor.
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“Did she go home?” I whispered, conscious of Erica sleeping in the other room.
He swallowed and shook his head. His eyes were pleading with me, trying to tell me something, but I couldn’t understand. “No. She’s sleeping in my bed.”
“Why?” I felt tears stinging my eyes and I willed them not to fall. “What did I do?”
He sighed, closing his eyes and running a hand through his hair. “Oh Leah. Nothing. Everything. I don’t know.”
“Do you really like her?” I whispered, blinking fast and taking a step toward him. He didn’t move back, and we were almost belly to belly. “Is she…is she what you want?”
He opened his eyes and looked down at me, arms hanging at his sides, head down. He looked defeated. “No.”
“Then why?” I hissed, shoving at his chest with the flat of my palm. “You asked her out again! You cooked her dinner! You slept with her! Why?”
“I don’t know!” He shook his head. “Why did you do what you did? Putting the magazines and videos on my bed? Was it supposed to scare her off?”
I sighed, crossing my arms. “That was Erica’s idea, not mine.“Erica?” He frowned. 
I shrugged, acting like I didn’t care if he believed me. “This isn’t fair.”
“No,” he admitted, moving forward a little, lifting my chin. “It’s really not.”
“I just want to know why.” I met his eyes. I felt my chin quivering in his hand and tried to stop it, but I couldn’t. “Please just tell me why.”
“You want to know why?” His eyes flashed in the dimness, moving over my face. “Fine, I’ll tell you why. For the same reason I was sitting here at one in the morning, waiting for you.”
I stared up at him, eyes wide. 
He shook his head, looking pained. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Leah. Everywhere I go, everything I do, there you are. I can’t get you out of my head.”
My throat and chest tightened at his words and I nodded. I knew exactly how he felt.
“I thought…” He swallowed, his hand moving down my neck, over my shoulder, his gaze following the curve there. “I thought that if I moved on, I could stop this crazy thinking. This feeling I have for you…”
“What feeling?” I pressed against him. “Tell me.”
“Leah…” He whispered my name, using his thumb to rub over my lips. “I took her to bed tonight, yes, I did. I fucked her senseless, until I couldn’t see straight—” His words shot arrows into my heart and I felt the sting of them in my chest. “And every time I closed my eyes, I saw your face.” He pressed me back toward the counter with the weight of his body. “It wasn’t her I was touching or kissing or fucking—it was you, Leah. Every minute I was with her, I was wishing it was you.”
“Oh god.” I reached up and put my arms around his neck and pulled his mouth down to mine. 
It was like sinking into something dark and warm and soft, the safest place I’d ever been. 
Selena Kitt is a bestselling and award-winning author of erotic romance fiction and erotica. OVER A MILLION BOOKS SOLD! Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous.
When she's not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing company ( She does bellydancing and photography, and she loves four poster beds, tattoos, voyeurism, blindfolds, velvet, baby oil, the smell of leather, and playing kitty cat.
Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her FREE story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of "exceptional literary quality," out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read "blind" (without author's name available.)
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Sunday, 22 September 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors #35

Hello everyone and welcome to this week's eight sentences. This week I am jumping to the second story in 'Dancing for the Boys' called  'A Private Dance'.  I am starting from the very beginning.

My Eight:

Tanya ended another perfect routine with a back curl stretch tilting her head backwards so that all her pretty auburn curls tumbled behind her. She held this position for 5 seconds as rapturous applause filled her ears and resonated around the four dark walls of Brady’s club. Then slowly she pulled herself to her feet using the sleek, chrome pole, her partner in dance, and bowed her head to her audience. A quick scan of the right hand side of the stage told her He was here again and her heart fluttered as it always did in his presence. With a final bow Tanya turned on her heels and left the stage.
The warm water of the shower soothed her skin, warm and clammy after her performance. This was her fourth night this week and every night the man in the charcoal grey suit was in the audience. Of course he might not have been here just to see Tanya, he probably wasn't, but there was something about the way he held her gaze after every performance that unnerved her. 


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The 100th Sunday Snog!

100 Sunday's of kissing mm, sounds good to me! Today, along with many fabulous authors, I am joining Victoria Blisse in celebrating 100 snogs and hopefully raising money for and awareness of 'Doctors without Borders' (see below). There are many prizes to be won by visiting the blogs listed below, I am offering two ebooks 'Pleasing Mia' or 'A Wicked Game' (your choice) for comments chosen at random that answer this question:

"Whereabouts on your body do you most like to be kissed?"
The last day to enter any of the competitions will be Friday 27th September, good luck! 
Now for my contribution this excerpt from 'Pleasing Mia':

He was beginning to think that he actually might be able to get her to come home with him, when she confirmed his hopes with a soft stroke of her finger against the outside of his thigh. He searched her face, unsure if he had read the signal correctly. This time she leaned forward and traced that same finger slowly up his arm.
Cautiously Scott bowed his head to kiss her and she immediately responded with large, soft lips. The kiss was powerful, two weeks of pent up frustration came to the fore, as he tried to convey his deep desire for her through one kiss. Mia leaned into him and allowed his gently probing tongue to enter between her teeth to where hers lay waiting to greet him.
Scott held back just a little as the passion he felt threatened to engulf him. He didn’t want to scare her away so he brushed against her tongue briefly, though he desperately wanted to push it deep and show her how much he wanted her. Mia stood up on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts against his thudding chest. He could smell the fragrance of her hair, soft against his face, coconut clean, mingled with her expensive scent. Her mouth tasted of fresh peppermint.

“Take me home.” she whispered deeply when they paused for breath. Scott, almost unable to believe his luck, wasted no time at all in getting out of there.


Important Message from Victoria Blisse:

On the Sunday 22nd September until Friday 27th you will be able to visit the below blogs and read lots of hot snogs and enter for lots and lots of fabulous prizes! Please consider visiting my Just Giving Pageand donating to Médecins Sans Frontières so we can help these brave doctors kiss lots of boo-boos better.
Médecins Sans Frontières/Doctors Without Borders (MSF) is a worldwide movement. They deliver medical aid to the people who need it most, wherever they are. We’re hoping to make at least 100 pounds to contribute to their work. Here’s to many snogs and many donations which will help to make this world a better place.

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Friday, 20 September 2013

Flash Fiction Friday #80

Hello and welcome to this week's Flash Fiction Friday! One picture to be shared by several authors and only 100 words each to create an impact. Here's mine:


Bethany hung her head and tried to concentrate. This would be her 2nd attempt to get this right. She knew she could do this but it would take everything she had. She had trained all week and knew every single step as she should but still her heart beat loudly behind her ribcage. The music began and Bethany took her place at the side of the stage. Then she was on, rushing past the excited faces of the audience. With a glance at the blue bear to her left she started, head and shoulders knees and toes…

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Tuesday, 17 September 2013

Tantalising Tuesday #46

Tantalizing Tuesday

Hi, it's been a few weeks since I last participated in TT as I have been busy writing and editing the season's stories. For those of you new to the concept Tantalizing Tuesday is run by a group of authors who all choose their own picture and write about it using 200 words. Here's mine, enjoy:

                                                FALLING INTO AUTUMN

                        Maple Leaf On Water by nirots

When did Autumn arrive? Faye looked at the beautiful maple leaf floating on the water’s surface. She walked through this park everyday but she hadn't noticed the leaves changing, hadn't noticed the bite in the air and the expanding conkers on trees around her. Looking up she saw beautiful hues of orange and brown spreading outwards and gaining dominance over the ever diminishing green leaves. Dominance, is that what her relationship with Jake was all about? Did he bully her into doing things for him? Faye sat on a park bench and stared out across the lake. A drake swam past with three ducks. Faye supposed that they were his mates, all of them. And yet he followed them as if he had been allowed to do so. Faye realised that she allowed Jake to take control because she wanted him to. The feel of his protective arms around her meant that she could relax, Jake had everything covered. He didn't bully her, he wasn't cruel, Jake adored her. He fed her, clothed her, showered her with gifts and took her to places sexually that she hadn't deemed possible. With a grin she stood and headed home. Jake would be waiting for her return.

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Monday, 16 September 2013

Genesis Deflowered by Matthew Stillman

Genesis Deflowered by Matthew Stillman

Where many see the Bible as the pathway to Heaven, others say it should be covered in a brown paper bag because it is so, so filthy. 

There are hundreds of sex acts implied in the first book of the bible (and sadly none initiated by a woman). How has nobody ever described how each of them would have played out in biblical language? 

If the writers and translators of the Bible had been a little less prudish we might have an entirely different relationship between sex and religion than we have now. In Genesis there is sex before marriage, threesomes, incest, group sex, kinky fetish cuckolding, gay sex and more. 

Isn't it time that you read the Bible for the dirty parts? 

Using the seminal King James Bible in its Elizabethan English as spring board,"Genesis Deflowered" makes the beginning of the Bible come out as a sexy, readable and fun erotic novel. 

"Genesis Deflowered ": equal parts holy scripture and blaspheming scandal.

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And the flood was forty days upon the earth; and the waters increased, and bare up the ark, and it was lift up above the earth. And the waters prevailed, and were increased greatly upon the earth; and the ark went upon the face of the waters. And the waters prevailed exceedingly upon the earth; and all the high hills, that were under the whole heaven, were covered. Fifteen cubits upward did the waters prevail; and the mountains were covered.

And as the mountains were covered by the waters, so the wives did cover their husband; and the husbands were covered by their wives. In fear they did retreat to the heat of their thighs, so that they might live upon the ark. Emzara did entreat Noah to haven in her breast; and he did haven there. Sedeqetelebab did pray for strength in the staff of Shem; and she did find her heart there. Naeltamauk did find her might in her mouth; and Ham did worship the LORD there. Adataneses and Japheth did creep in the night; and they did eat of each other’s secrets to rise up against their fears. And in finding the fruit of the garden every day did God bless them those who were to survive the terrible flood.


About the Author:

Matthew Stillman is a born and bred New Yorker. With the exception of college he has always lived in Manhattan. After scoring a BA in Comparative Literature from SUNY Geneseo, he got into programming at Food Network and developed shows like Iron Chef, Good Eats and many, many others. He also started improvising with the Upright Citizens Brigade shortly after they first arrived in New York, and he still does. 
"The End of Poverty?" was his first film. He conceived of it, wrote the first treatment, co-produced it and spoke at the UN four times about it after it premiered at the Cannes Film Festival and went to 40 festivals around the world. 

After a lifetime of a making out with literature, inner spiritual work from different traditions, creativity and play. He has written "Genesis Deflowered". It is his first full length book. And, of course, he started with a genre that he may well have just made up - Biblical Erotica written in Elizabethan English. 

He is married to an exceptional woman from Sheffield in the North of England. He blogs at where he writes about his ongoing creativity experiment in Union Square. And you can find him on twitter at @stillmansays

Sunday, 15 September 2013

Silent Auction - Tribute and opportunity to bid for great books

There is a silent auction taking place from today for one month only in respect of Shane Willis photographer and book cover designer for Naughty Nights Press. You will be able to bid for bundles of books from several authors who have donated their work to raise money for a really good cause. I have donated three of my titles, 'Pleasing Mia,' A Wicked Game' and 'Dancing for the Boys'. I really hope you will stop by and take a look at the many titles on offer:

Please join the Silent Auction, in Honor of Shane Willis, Photographer and Design Artist for Naughty Nights Press
On the 31st of August, Shane Willis, owner and photographic visionary of RadAct Photo and book cover artist for Naughty Nights Press(NNP), passed away at the young age of 43.
Shane was a huge inspiration for a lot of people.
Gina Kincade, CEO of Naughty Nights Press, its authors and friends have put together a Silent Auction of eBooks and Print books.
This auction is to raise money for Shane's family in honor of the great friend, co-worker, and big-hearted man that he was. 
We will miss you, Master Shane Willis!
 Direct donations are also welcome and can be made through the auction site.

This just in…we now have two (2) auctions going. To see what we have on the second auction please go here.

Thanks to the following people for their amazing support.

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Weekend Writing Warriors #34

Hi and welcome to this week's eight sentences. I am sharing 8 more from 'Dancing for the Boys'. Last week we left our heroine surveying the room she was about to perform in. Here I jump forward a few paragraphs, enjoy!:

My Eight

I teased the basque down past my toned stomach and leaned forward turning slowly around as l wiggled it to the floor before stepping out of it, one heeled shoe at a time. I stretched out my long legs in exaggerated high kicks first one way then the other stroking my hand up each, stopping short of my crotch. Turning my body away to grin at the DJ, l shimmied my butt causing a fresh ripple of delighted shouts from the men.
Turning back to face them l ran my hands over my breasts, the nipples of which were very excited and now pointed shamelessly towards the drooling faces. I wanted to make sure they all wanted me as I surrendered myself to Joe’s husky tones. The excitement in the room was tangible reflecting back at me from hungry eyes and heated faces. Their encouragement drove me on, this was my show, it was me they wanted.
By the time the song rolled to an end, I was stood on the stage in just my heels and thong trying hard to ignore the complaints from the pussy hungry men.


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