Just spent an absolutely mind-blowing weekend at Eroticon 2014 in Bristol. It was a convention for writers of Erotica and Erotic Romance, whether they be authors, bloggers or whatever. They had workshops entitled such things as 'I Recognize your Vagina but not your Face' and 'Queer as Fuck', so you can guess what we were talking about for the past couple of days! ;) Really informative and lots of fun. Also got to meet and catch up with lots of authors and writers who were all happy to share their own tips and ideas. I've concluded that those who write are a really friendly, sociable bunch, despite the solitude of our job!
Don't forget it's the launch of 'Submission of the Siren' on Thursday 13 March so look out for it and let me know what you think. It's available now at 15% off from http://www.bookstrand.com/submission-of-the-siren
Here, as promised, is an adult excerpt from the book, and I'd be grateful for any
comments you may wish to leave:
She pulled on her restraints, more to test them out than to attempt any form of escape. Escape was the last thing she wanted to do.
“Now, I saw a certain look that you gave a particular man in that courtroom today, Kalliope, and I must admit I didn’t much like it.” Rechavia sounded very authoritive, and she knew she was in trouble. Damn! I didn’t think he’d noticed.
She felt her pussy clench involuntarily. Something about his voice seemed to do things like that to her.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it,” she whispered.
“Well I hope not, because I believe you and me had a talk about monogamy not so long ago and I seem to recall we both agreed that we were not going to pursue other lovers, did we not?” His voice was stern but not unkind. He was lying over her, stroking her flat tummy with his finger.
“Yes sir, we did.”
She didn’t know why she called him ‘sir’ just then, but it just felt right somehow. Even in the darkness, she could see his teeth gleam as he smiled down at her. She felt a warm glow inside her. She loved making him happy, she realized.
“Well, I think your apology sounded sincere enough, and you have shown me such respect tonight, that I have decided that you are not to be punished for it,” he announced with a twinkle in his eye.
“Thank you, sir. You are very kind.” She tried to sound serious, but couldn’t hide her smile in her voice.
“Yes, I am, aren’t I?” He was smiling too. Arrogant git!
His finger now traced a line around her left breast, then her right. She flinched suddenly, willing him to touch her nipple. He chuckled. “And because I am such a kind person, I think I will reward my little sub tonight.”
“Sub? What’s a sub?” She frowned.
“Why, it means submissive. That’s what you are, though I reckon you wouldn’t have admitted it up until a few days ago.” He was still smiling. She wasn’t.
“I am not a submissive. I am an independent woman. I know my own mind. I don’t have to do what you tell me.” She was becoming annoyed now.
He chuckled again. She became even more annoyed.
“No one said you couldn’t be an independent, strong-minded woman and be submissive,” he told her, gently stroking her breasts, getting closer to the nipples. “And, incidentally, you don’t submit because you have to but because you want to.” He leaned right over and took her hard nipple in his mouth.
She hadn’t quite understood what he was talking about, but suddenly it didn’t matter. Another gush escaped her pussy as he took the other nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. It almost hurt but it felt so good!
“Shh, we don’t want to go waking our neighbours, do we, little sub? Not when they’re so tired.” He giggled.
Kalliope was surprised. They had never worried about making a noise before. She suddenly realized that Ligia and Aitan, and probably some of the other neighbours must have heard them making love before, especially when the windows were open. Her sudden feeling of embarrassment was short-lived as he took her nipple in his mouth again and nibbled all around it, before lathering it with his soft tongue. The sensations were exquisite.
She felt his hand drift lazily down her stomach and settle in the folds of her pussy. He chuckled as he felt her wetness, and a finger found its way easily inside her, followed by another. She bucked her hips before remembering that she was tethered to the bed. It was an odd feeling, being restrained and yet able to move parts of her body. She enjoyed being tied up, she had realized. The feeling of placing herself at Rechavia’s mercy didn’t frighten her—it excited her. He always seemed to know exactly what she wanted, what she needed.
His massive cock stroked her inner thigh as he lay over her, and she felt it dribble slightly onto her leg. She gasped with delight. His mouth hovered over hers and she moaned as his long, wet tongue found its way back between her waiting lips. Her tongue tussled with his again as they explored and played. All the time his fingers stroked her pussy, thrusting into her then gently caressing her petals, wiping her moisture all around her, before probing her depths once more.
She felt herself rising on a wave of ecstasy as the feeling mounted within her hot body. She panted as his tongue delved further, and his fingers invaded her depths. She pulled on her restraints, but they kept her pinned to the bed. Helpless. Vulnerable. His.
“You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?” She loved it when he spoke to her like this.
“Oh God, yes.”
“Tell me you want me. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you. Inside me. Oh please.” She could hardly catch her breath as he nuzzled into her neck, nipping at her skin in painful yet pleasurable little bites.
“You want me to fuck you? Is that what you mean?” His voice was a low growl.
“Yes.” Her breaths were quick, abrupt gasps now.
“Then tell me.”
She knew he wouldn’t do it until she said the words. Bastard!