Another Sexy Reveal

Life Art: The Reveal is published! (Okay, it has been for a while but it took me a bit to get to this blog post). So here is a teaser from the book! If you'd like to know how it continues (here's a hint: Madeline and Lani get another go) you can get your ebook copy here! 

For now, enjoy this sexy teaser:

    “You were the readiest virgin I've ever been with.”

I stopped him with my arm on his chest. “Have you been with a lot of virgins?”

“Not that I know of. If I have, they certainly didn’t act like you.”

I let him pull me all the way to him this time. After a few warm-up kisses, his tongue invaded my mouth. His fingers laced through my hair, and he held my head as his mouth ravaged mine.

My breasts were smashed against his chest, and I wanted more. I pulled away from his kiss and pushed my nipple into his mouth, grabbing his head as he happily sucked. I curved my back towards him in pleasure, now up on my knees next to him.

He wrapped his hand around the back of my thigh and urged me to straddle him. How could his cock be ready so soon? I decided to tease him a bit.

I went for his ear and nipped, leaving soft bites and licks as I moved down his neck. My tongue flicked his nipple.

Jeff groaned. His cock twitched, looking for somewhere to bury itself.

I wrapped my hand around his shaft and gave a playful squeeze. I moved further down to twirl my tongue around the head of his dick, tasting the salty cum. My tongue worked to lube his cock, licking slowly up his shaft.

Jeff watched me, so I exaggerated my movements—long licks, moans of pleasure, my ass swaying behind me, his balls in my hand. I circled his head with my lips, letting saliva lead the way, and then slid my mouth down his cock, taking him deep to the back of my throat. I gagged as I took him all in, and Jeff jerked in response to the depth.

I pulled back up his cock, trying to keep my lips full and soft while shielding him from my teeth. I found a steady rhythm, taking him just far enough into my mouth so I wouldn't gag, and filled in the gaps with my hand around the base of him. My fingers and mouth rubbed him in unison, increasing in tempo. He grew harder, his balls tightened, and suddenly he put a hand on my shoulder to stop me and tried to pull away.

I looked at him in confusion, but he sat there with his eyes closed, trying to control his breathing.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, not a thing. I don’t want to come yet. God, Lani, watching your ass in the air like that…I want to watch it move like that from behind you.”

His eyes were open now.

I smiled, sitting back on my knees so he could untangle himself from my body.

He grabbed a condom from his bedside table and managed to get it on as he moved to kneel behind me. His arms came around to fondle my breasts and tweak my nipples. I leaned my head back onto his shoulder, pushing my ass into his groin.

“Oh, Lani, remember when I held you as Madeline made you come? The way she plunged her finger into you, I could feel your hips trembling with pleasure. It was torture for me to watch you, be so close to you, and not lift your hips and impale your sweet pussy with my cock.”

I didn't want him to talk anymore, at least not without acting. I pushed his hands away and leaned forward onto my elbows, spreading my thighs and tilting my wet pussy towards him. He grabbed my hips and urged his cock into me. He was not a small man, but I took him in easily.

With that first thrust, I let out a whimper and pushed back into him.

Jeff groaned in response and set his rhythm, steadily pounding with a slight hip twitch at his deepest. This sent me over the edge, hitting that spot inside me that caused me to lose all reason. Jeff started to come as my muscles squeezed his cock in climax. I came hard on his cock, but it was Madeline’s face my mind displayed before my closed eyelids.

He finished his thrusting and loosened his hold on my hips. He wrapped an arm around my waist, and we managed to slide our legs down and lay sideways on the bed, his cock still inside of me.

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Ménage á trois anyone?

 On Display, book 2 of my Life Art trilogy, is now available! The art pieces are not yet completed, so what, or who is on display? Grab your copy to find out!

Lani returns to Madeline's to continue the drawing sessions. Sparks fly between the two until the arrival of Jeff drags them from their desire and reminds Lani of recent frustrations. They find their way onto the green chaise, under the scrutinizing and demanding eye of Madeline. This time, though, she wants in on the fun. Will Lani once again give her body freely and become more than a model for Madeline?

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Life Art, An Erotic Beginning Published!

 The first book in my Life Art trilogy is published and available on Amazon. You can follow the link here to download a copy for $1.99. Here's the blur and an excerpt to get you warmed up.

Life Art, An Erotic Beginning:

Lani, a virgin who prefers books to the friends who see her as dull, decides to spice up her life by responding to a call for an erotic life art model. She is unprepared for the sparks of desire when she meets Madeline, the sophisticated and domineering artist. Nor does she expect the arrival of a second model, the guy from class who drives her private fantasies. Will Lani follow through with the modeling sessions? Will she and her body offer more than what is asked of her?

Excerpt from Life Art, An Erotic Beginning

Madeline studied me from her chair, again surveying my body with a scrutiny that warmed my blood. She stood and came to me, her hands reaching towards my hair, pausing to ask, “Do you mind?” I wasn’t quite sure what she was asking for, but I simply responded with a shake of my head. 

She reached towards my bun, gently pulled out the hair tie, and let my thick, dark hair fall. She ran delicate fingers into the mass of tendrils and brought my hair to rest around my shoulders. I caught the hint of a provocative perfume and noticed the smoothness of her skin. I wanted to slide my tongue along her neck and collarbone. Where had that come from? She arranged my hair alongside my breasts, fingers brushing their sides, another exciting jolt of touch. Her face was close to mine. For a moment, I feared she might kiss me, but when she pulled back, I was slightly disappointed.

“Your hair is stunning, so much life. I’ve always envied women with lustrous hair like yours. I don’t even remember what color mine is supposed to be anymore,” she laughed. I thought her dyed black straight bob a sophisticated look and began to tell her so. A knock on the door stopped me.

“Ah, that must be Jeff.”

I sat there, confused, as she went to answer the door. Perhaps Jeff was a delivery guy or some friend dropping off supplies. I heard the voices at the door, saw Madeline’s back as she greeted whoever was there, and frantically thought of how I would explain my presence here if need be. I looked down at my clothes to make sure everything was in place. When I looked up again, Jeff was walking into the room.

Jeff, the attractive, charming guy from my philosophy class and the reason I got excited about going when the topic was too dull to hold my attention. The guy with the shaggy mop of brown curls my fingers itched to play with—the well-built athlete with a friendly smile and penchant for philosophical ramblings. Here was the stand-in body of my erotic fantasies, the guy whose cock penetrated my thoughts as I rubbed myself to climax.

What in the hell is he doing here? And how was I going to explain my presence? I watched in horror as he made his way confidently into the room, scanning the paintings and décor. He stopped when he saw me, a puzzled look on his face, but smiled.

“Hey Lani, how’s it going?”

He knew my name. That was a shock in itself, but then the casual way he came around to sit near me on the couch made me flustered. I stuttered out some return greeting and looked to Madeline as she sat in the armchair across us.

“So, you two know each other? That could make this interesting.” Neither of us said a word. “Are you friends? Lovers?—”

“Classmates,” Jeff cut her off before she could continue.

Madeline looked at the two of us with amused scrutiny.

“We have a philosophy class together,” he continued.

“Hmm…well, have either of you ever sat for an artist before?”

We both shook our heads.

Madeline bit her lip. “Have you ever been naked in front of people you weren’t intimate with?”

I thought about the one time my friends tried to get me to skinny dip with them and how horrified I was of my parents finding out that I kept my clothes on.

“No.”

“Yes.”

Jeff and I responded at the same time. Madeline apparently thought this was interesting and paused in contemplation before replying.

“Jeff, turn and look at Lani. Tell me what you see.”

Jeff shifted nervously. I could tell he was trying to be polite. I looked at him and offered a friendly smile. He studied me for a moment and let the corner of his mouth raise playfully. I wondered if he knew how sexy that movement was.

“I see a beautiful young woman with gorgeous hair,” his voice softened.

“And…” Madeline encouraged.

“And comforting brown eyes, and sexy full lips.” Jeff stopped then, possibly thinking he had gone too far.

My cheeks were flush with the attention.

“Nice, Jeff. Now Lani, tell me what you see when you look at Jeff.”

I was so nervous that I responded with the first thing that came to mind, “Masculinity.” My stomach dropped. What the hell kind of response was that? Madeline, however, seemed to approve.

    “Perfect answer. 

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Sexy Cover Reveal

 I've finished the first two stories in my Life Art trilogy! Here's the cover to Life Art, an erotic beginning, to give you all a taste of what's to come! Cover design by Tamar Atik. 

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 So I'm taking my erotica author role a step further and starting an author newsletter. Readers of my newsletter will have access to special offers and unpublished stories, along with first dibs on what I'm writing. At times, I'll even be looking for BETA readers (free book for your feedback). I hope you'll sign up and follow along with me!

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I've spent these past weeks writing and polishing my Life Art trilogy. The cover art is getting some final touches and the books will be published in the next few weeks. I'm excited to share this next erotic journey with you all when they come out.

Life Art, a sexy work in progress

My friend told me a story from when he was younger. He and his girlfriend sat nude for an artist, a painter. Now, he didn't go into detail about poses, positions, or just how entwined they were asked to be for the artist. He is a gentleman in that way. Since then, however, I have imagined the scenario and the many ways it could play out. 

Thus, my newest work in progress, Life Art. I have written two stories in the trilogy, to be released in the next few weeks, and the third is under way. Think of all that can happen when three strangers (did I mention my characters haven't officially met?) meet in a well-lit room, two in varying states of undress, and the confident artist with a penchant for issuing commands. Enjoy this excerpt and follow me to get the latest about when it is released. Happy Reading!

Life Art

     "So, tell me, Lani, what inspired you to respond to my ad? Do you know what life art is?"

      "I believe so."

      "To put it simply, it's nude modeling. In a bit, I'm going to ask you to take off your clothes, I will pose you, and then I will sketch you. The painting comes later. This whole project will take a few sessions. I hope that you are comfortable with this?" She said this last as a question. 

     "Yes, I, uh, I think so." Was I?

      Madeline paused to study me, again surveying my body with a scrutiny that warmed my blood. She stood then and came to me, reaching her hands towards my hair, pausing to ask, "Do you mind?" I wasn't quite sure what she was asking for, but I simply responded with a shake of my head. 

       She reached towards my bun, gently pulled out the hair tie, and let my thick, dark hair fall. She reached delicate fingers into the mass of tendrils and brought my hair to rest around my shoulders. I caught the hint of a provocative perfume and noticed the smoothness of her skin. I wanted to slide my tongue along her neck and collarbone. Where had that come from? She arranged my hair alongside my breasts, fingers brushing their sides, another exciting jolt of touch. Her face was close to mine. For a moment, I feared she might kiss me, but when she pulled back, I was slightly disappointed.

     "Your hair is stunning, so much life. I've always envied women with lustrous hair like yours. I don't even remember what color mine is supposed to be anymore," she laughed. I thought her dyed black straight bob a sophisticated look and began to tell her so. A knock on the door stopped me.

     "Ah, that must be Jeff."

     I sat there, confused, as she went to answer the door. Perhaps Jeff was a delivery guy or some friend dropping off supplies. I heard the voices at the door, saw Madeline's back as she greeted whoever was there, and frantically thought of how I would explain my presence here if need be. I looked down at my clothes to make sure everything was in place. When I looked up again, Jeff was walking into the room.

     Jeff, the attractive, charming, confident guy from my philosophy class. The reason I got excited about going to class when the topic was too dull to hold my attention. The guy with the shaggy mop of brown curls my fingers itched to play with—the well-built athlete with a friendly smile and penchant for philosophical ramblings. Here was the stand-in body of my erotic fantasies, the guy whose cock penetrated my thoughts as I rubbed myself to climax.

     What in the hell is he doing here? And how was I going to explain my presence? I watched in horror as he made his way confidently into the room, scanning the paintings and décor. He stopped when he saw me, a puzzled look on his face, but smiled.

     "Hey Lani, how's it going?"

     He knew my name. That was a shock in itself, but then the casual way he came around to sit near me on the couch made me flustered. I stuttered out some return greeting and looked to Madeline as she sat in the armchair across from us.

     "So, you two know each other? That could make this interesting." Neither of us said a word. "Well, you’re both here because you responded to my ad for a nude model. I thought it would be fun to try sketching you together. Are you both up for that?"

     She said this last as a question, but I took it as a challenge. Would I give up now? Was I going to tuck my tail and run, flee from the scene of an attractive naked man and prove my friends right? I thought about it; I really did. 

     The ice in Madeline’s glass clinked as it shifted. My body started to tremble, and I could easily imagine the movement of getting up and walking out of the condo. My feet twitched in expectation. My heart thudded loudly in my ears. I chanced a glance towards Jeff and saw he was watching me intently. When he caught my eye, he smiled. "I'm game if you are."

     My pussy fought for me to stay, begged me to see this through. I tried a few more diversionary images of my warm, safe bed and my dignity, but in the end, she won. 

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Steamy Excerpt from The Healer...

 As promised, here is an excerpt from my recently published erotic romance novella "The Healer"...

        "She could feel the wetness between her thighs and thought longingly of a bearded stranger's face rasping along her tender skin. Her hips swayed with the longing as her fingers rubbed and pulled on her nipple. She would prolong this, torture her own body with desire until her bud begged to be touched, throbbing with need. 

        Her eyes closed to the ecstasy as her hands explored her breasts. She knew why men loved to touch them. They were soft and full and round, and she enjoyed their touch as well.   

      Suddenly her skin sizzled with fingerprints of heat. There was a hand on her thigh, a smooth and seeking hand moving slowly towards her wetness. She flung her eyes open, and there, there was the bearded stranger from her dream. Dark hair pulled back in a loose braid framed an angular face with a nose akin to an old Roman statue. Piercing green eyes looked upon her with such genuine desire she could not think beyond the heat of his hand.

          "I am the healer. I was sent for." He rasped gently as his hand moved slowly, but assuredly, toward her most sacred opening. They were silent for a moment. "Shall I try a different method, or is this to your liking?"

           She knew this was not a dream, though the absurdity of the situation was not lost on her. There were no appropriate, formulating thoughts. Her body screamed for this. "You may continue," was all she could whisper. 

      A smile slid across his face; his eyes half-closed in satisfaction as his hands found their mark. A warm, strong finger pushed into her open flesh. She squeezed in sudden ecstasy, wanting to draw him in more. Never had a man's touch reached her so deeply, so intensely. She rocked her body towards him, trying to draw more of him in. He chuckled then, a deep, resonant sound full of desire and satisfaction. She rocked her body to the rhythm of his hand. Together they found a steady pace that quickly began to crescendo. She could feel the ache growing, the swelling of the flesh between her legs, and thought for a moment she would swoon.  

              The stranger slowed his pace and put a gentle hand on her belly to still her, removing wet, confident fingers from her. She looked at him, dazed, fighting a whimper that arose. He would bring her this far and leave her unsatisfied? As if reading her thoughts, he bent and kissed her knee.   

               "Your patron is away for the day, I presume?" he asked before placing another kiss just above where he placed the last one. Eleanor felt she should argue with this man about his use of the word patron but found she did not have the desire to talk overmuch. 

             "It is not commonly known what our relationship is, so he will not be back here in the light of day," she replied.

          "No matter if he did, they would not dare disturb the 'healer' while he is working," he slid his tongue along her inner thigh. "Shall I presume my treatment is to your liking, or shall I try a more traditional method?" He paused, his eyes staring up at her from behind a glistening mound of curls, patiently waiting for her response.

            She had never before been with a stranger. By society's standards, she was promiscuous. She was not a virgin when she met her husband, having already shared a pile of hay once or twice with the neighbor's son. But the three men she had made love to had been men she knew. This man before her, the one whose puffs of warm breath she could feel on her throbbing folds of delicate skin, was a stranger, known only to her in a dream. Surely that meant they had met before, or that they were fated to meet? Her body screamed for a resolution to this mental indecision. She pushed her moistness toward his face in response.   

             A groan escaped him as he buried his face in her curls. His hands reached under her backside to grasp the fleshiness of her hips and lift her towards him. She felt the warmth of his tongue as he slid it deep into her body and out again, repeating a rhythm that was surely to fling her apart. He paused in his penetrating to slide his tongue up to her clitoris, the swelling ball of nerves and flesh that might be her undoing. He sucked the ball into his mouth and flicked it gently with his tongue. Her body trembled convulsively, feeling overpowered by the sensation but not wanting it to stop. She placed her foot on his shoulder to lift her hips higher. 

                He took this as an invitation."

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