Sunday, December 2, 2012

Alicia and Sarah

I love this picture.  Patrick Woodroffe is one of the best fantasy artists ever!


Ashen xxx

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Wicked After Dark Halloween Blog Hop

Hell-oh there everyone, and welcome to my salubrious and steamy post for the Wicked After Dark Halloween Blog Hop!

Today I am sharing another little snippet from my upcoming novella The Queen of Storms, and 5 lucky readers will have the chance to win a newly minted Kindle copy of the book AND a copy of White's Nights #1, my little collection of naughty short!! All you need to do to win is leave a comment and your contact info below, and, at the end of the hop, I will pick 5 lucky winners and send the copies to them!
In the lil excerpt below, we find the beautiful Sidhe witch-queen Sin toying with her ensared, besotted victim, getting him ready for her coup de grais!!
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“Anything I have that you want is yours,” he said thickly, his throat tight with need, the pain from the myriad of thorns and branches holding him forgotten, as the heat from her hand radiated along the length of his cock and out into the depths of his body and balls.  Her blood-red lips parted in a wonderful, heart-piercing smile, showing two rows of even, white teeth, and her dexterous tongue ran lightly over her lips, leaving a sheen of moisture on their redness.

“Then you’ll not mind if I help myself, then, sir?” she asked. 

Without waiting for an answer, she dropped to a knee and lowered her head, bringing her lips close to the glistening, purple head of his cock.  Holding him firm before her mouth, she gently licked around the throbbing knob, rubbing it again and again, before finally slowly covering it with the smooth wetness of her mouth.  While her hand had been warm, and her tongue warmer, her mouth burned with a fury that seemed to come from the fires of Hell itself, and Gerry threw back his head and howled in passion as blood rushed through his body to inflate his tortured manhood even more.  Slowly, carefully, she took him deep into her throat, then, her strong lips gripping him hard, teeth dragging along his tenderized skin, she pulled back up the length of his shaft, and smiled as he exited her entrancing mouth.

“Is that acceptable to you, sir?” she asked ingenuously, looking up into his face.  He looked down into her sparkling eyes, unable to understand why she had stopped extracting her payment.

“It’s fucking wonderful,” he said, trembling as she continued to gently wank him, squeezing the tender head of his prick between her fingers.  “Please, take all you want.”  She smiled back up at him.

“Oh, I certainly intend to, sir, I certainly intend to!”

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Is that scorching or what? Phew!

Don't forget to leave a comment below for a chance to win a copy of The Queen of Storms and a copy of White's Nights #1, and please take a trip through some of the other blogs on the Hop by clicking on the pic below!

Or hit one of the next three bloggers at the links below:

Have a HOT and HORNY Hallowe'en, y'all!

Ashen xxx

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

POW/MIA - You Are Not Forgotten!

Welcome to the POW/MIA Blog Hop set up by my friend, Kharisma Rhayne.

National POW/MIA day is Friday September 21st. Remember those who never came home. Remember those who are still missing and un accounted for. Their families deserve the piece of mind of knowing where their relatives are. Allowing families to learn what happened is the goal of organizations like Joint Prisoners of War, Missing in Action Accounting Command.

Purchase my latest release, White's Nights #1, from, leave me a comment below and, on confirmation of your purchase, I will donate my royalty for your purchase to The Veterans Support Foundation.

Then go an see all the other blogs following POW/MIA Blog Hop.

Monday, September 17, 2012

Every Night Erotica - Coins and Dice

Hi everyone!

I hope you all are having a steamy Sunday!  And now, here I am to heat things up even more!

At 9:00 PM PT - 12:00 Midnight EST, my hot BDSM short Coins and Dice #1 is being published by those wonderful folk at EveryNightErotica.comThis little story is based on an entertaining (and very satisfying!) BDSM game that my friends and I like to indulge in every now and then.  Please check it out and give me a little rating at the bottom of the story!
As promised in my blurb to the story, below are the rules to the game.  Nice and easy!
There are 5 Rolls of the Dice and 2 Tosses of the Coins.
1) The first toss of the coin - Who will be the dominating partner
This is a best of three tosses!
Choose who will be Heads, and who Tails.  The coin is tossed three times, and the person who has the higher number will be the dominating partner for this game, and the other person the sub.
If there are more than two partners, the first pair plays best of three, the winner being a dom.  The loser plays with the next person, and the winner becomes a dom.  This repeats until the last couple play, the winner also becoming a dom.  There can be only one sub, everyone else is a dom.
As soon as the sub is decided she/he must immediately strip completely.  Subs are not allowed to wear clothes nor cover themselves with blankets/towels/etc unless given permission.
From this point on in the game, the sub is a spectator as the dom(s) complete(s) the additional dice rolls and coin tosses.
2) The first roll of the die - Activities
How many activities the dom must complete before the sub is allowed to come.
Kissing the mouth, kissing, sucking or tweaking nipples or testicles, and stimulating the clit or cock with fingers are not activities – they are foreplay.  Pretty much anything else designed to stimulate or punish the sub is an activity.
If there is more than one dom, the activities are shared between them – the sub is not subjected to more than 6 activities before being allowed to come.
3) Second roll of the die - Restraints

How severe the restraints on the sub will be:
1)  No restraints – but the dom decides whether the sub is allowed to touch the dom or not
2)  Gentle arm restraints – the sub never touches the dom
3)  Arms and legs restrained
4)  Arms and legs fully bound – dom decides on blindfold OR gag OR neither
5)  Sub fully bound at arms and legs, gagged and blindfolded, and tied down to a suitable surface
6)  Sub fully restrained at arms and legs, blindfold, and suspended if in the dungeon
4) Third roll of the die - Toys
How many additional toys the dom(s) can use.
Restraints decided in (3) above are not included in the toy count.  Similarly, if a strap-on is being used (see 5 below) it is not part of the toy count.  Anything else used is part of the toy count.  This includes:
·  Nipple/Testicle clamps (2 count as 1 toy).
·  Vibrators, dildos, etc – each counts as 1 toy.
·  Any kind of whip, flogger, paddle, etc.  Each counts as 1 toy.
·  Any additional restraint to those decided in (3) above – i.e. a gag or blindfold if not granted by
    the role of the die.  Each counts as 1 toy.

5) Fourth roll of the die - Strap-On
How big the strap-on will be:
1)  No strap-on
2)  6 inches long, narrow
3)  6 inches long, thick, and/or vibrating
4)  8 inches long, narrow
5)  8 inches long, thick, and/or vibrating
6)  10 inches long, thick, and/or vibrating
If the dom is a male, and does not want to use a strap on, he gets to choose TWO additional toys.
6) Second toss of the coin - Where the strap-on goes:
·  Heads – the vagina
·  Tails – the anus
A word of Caution to the Inexperienced: A 10 inch strap-on is best used for anal penetration for women, as the vagina can be seriously damaged during passionate sex with a 10 inch dildo!
If the sub is male, then a variation of where the strap-on goes can be invented.
7) Final roll of the die - Where the action will take place:
1)      Bedroom
2)      Bathroom
3)      Living room
4)      Dining room
5)      Dungeon (or equivalent)
6)      Garden
Bathrooms can be problematical for restraint, so partners need to decide on alternative restraints – towels, bath full of hot or cold water, shower, etc.
Dining rooms are especially plentiful in various surfaces to restrain a sub to, and how.  Don’t just sit her on a chair, tie her to it, over the back, head down, leaving her ass to your tender ministrations!  And, remember, tables were designed for being eaten off of!
From the last roll of the die, there is a fifteen minute period for the sub and the dom(s) to make their preparations.  Then – it’s down to business!
And there you have it - a whole lot of fun just waiting to be made!
I'd love to hear about your experiences if you play the game, and of any variations you dream up!  Just remember to be horny and imaginative!!  It's all about the fun!
And don't forget to read Coins and Dice #1 and Coins and Dice #2 on, and give me a rating and leave me a comment!
Until next time - stay Hot and Horny, y'all!
Ashen xxx

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday - The Queen of Storms

Hi everybody! 

I am back to raise the heat to STEAM level with another hot Hot HOT and sexy six sentence selection guaranteed to bring a sizzle to those delicate places. Oh, yeah!
This week I've selected six super steamy sentences from my upcoming novella The Queen of Storms, which will be available on on October 31, so don't miss out on one of the steamiest Hallowe'en releases this spooky season.
In this snippet, Gerry - our intrepid hero ;) - and his nubile fiance Cassie, are indulging in some scintillating activity on their first night out at the cottage...
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Licking down along her body,  his tongue traced the seams of her abs, his lips kissing, his teeth nibbling, his hands returning to torture her sensitive nipples, as he headed to paradise. 

Suddenly he stood up and, getting hold of her feet, he spun her around on the bed so that her legs were facing the window.  Slipping his hands to the backs of her thighs, he pushed her legs up and apart, and watched, entranced, as the moonlight glistened on the wetness of her yoni, glittering like silver threads along the lines of her labia and the swirl of her swollen clitoris, while, hidden deep within, a gleam of hot pink flesh flashed from the heart of her cunt. 

Fascinated, he knelt down and brought his face close between her thighs, then traced along the silvered outlines with his tongue, the heady tang of her African musk filling his lungs, tightening his throat and making his mouth water.  Driving his tongue between her tender lips, he slowly dragged it up between them until he was circling her hardened, engorged lovebud, causing her to thrust hard against his face, mashing lips and labia together in a slickness of cunt juice, the flavour of which sent blood pounding down to his throbbing erection, still trapped within his shorts.  Again and again he wrung great moans of ecstasy from her as he drove her closer and closer to orgasm, sucking her clit and drinking every drop of the rich, earthy juices her cunt surrendered to him.

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And it only gets better, especially when The Queen of Storms gets going!  Roll on Hallowe'en!

I absolutely LOVE feedback from my readers, so please leave a comment below telling me exactly what you thought of my little snippet.  And be sure to check out some of the other postings at Six Sentence Sunday.

And check out my interview on Shiralyn J. Lee's blog at Ashen White interview.

Take care until next week, everyone - and let's stay SEXY!!!!


Sunday, September 9, 2012

Sexy Sunday Guest Post - Jewels Moss

Hello everyone!
I hope you are all having a wonderful, steamy Sunday!

This week, I am honoured and delighted to have the talented Jewels Moss on board for a guest blog.  So sit back and enjoy! (And, just a quick apology! Jewels sent me a beautiful cover pic of The Siren's Song, but, no matter how I tried, Blogger would not let me upload them!)

Over to you, Jewels...

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Hi there, everyone!
I am so happy to be a guest on Ashen's blog this week.  I am a Paranomal Fiction and Sci-Fi writer who wanted to venture into the world of Erotica. My erotic short The Siren's Song and my Collection of Shorts - Naughty Tales - are just the beginning. My full length novel Why Yellow Jackets Can't Find the Hole should be out at the end of this month. I am so excited about it!
Here's a little background about The Siren's Song, followed by a little excerpt to whet your appetite!
Celeste is a Siren, the spawn of Satan and only in this world to do one thing. That one thing is seduce men to kill them and send their soul to her father. She has been good at this job for thousands of years. One day a man sails into her clutches that she doesn't want to let go, she has never felt passion and desire as she does when she kisses him. Too bad he has to die.

William is a young man on a great adventure. A lovely song makes him break his course and to his men's shock he dives into the ocean to go searching for it. What he finds is a gorgeous and mysterious woman who he desires more than any lady he has ever set his eyes upon. She has a secret though, and when he finds out he will want to run or swim for his life.

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And now - a little Excerpt:

The feelings he was invoking in her scared her, and needing to distance herself from them she sank to her knees in front of him. She started to undo his pants wanting him to prove to her that he was no better than the other men she had given to Father. He would give into his desire and then she would be over these insane feelings.

He surprised her again when he grabbed her hands and sunk down to the sand in front of her.

“Why are you doing that, angel,” he asked. “You don’t know me, and I want to know you.”

The tenderness with which he caressed her cheek touched her to her soul, if she had one. She couldn’t let a human man be here like this. He was getting too involved with her already. Her trance wasn’t working on him, and she wondered if he may be supernatural as well. She cocked her head a little studying him curiously.

He brought his lips to hers then, brushing them softly not pushing for more. She was astonished by the rush she felt from such a small amount of contact. Her skin was on fire and she wanted him to touch her everywhere it burned. The hair on the back of her neck was standing up and she wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. This was a hard thing for her to come to grips with, as it was usually the other way around.

She found herself wanting to taste his kiss again, and wanting to feel his tongue in her mouth probing her dark secrets until they spilled from her. Wanting to feel his body weight on top of her pressing her into the sand and moving within her as he whispered to her how he worshipped her. These thoughts unnerved her and she wanted to warn him of what she was in the hopes that he would flee before she could kill him.

She was in over her head, and if she had her way he would neither leave through death’s kiss or to go back to his human life. If she got what she desired he would stay with her forever.


William was still shocked by the beauty he was holding in his arms. His eyes went wide as she sunk to her knees in front of him and tried to undo his pants. He fought back a groan as his length hardened at the thought of her sweet mouth wrapped around him.

What was she doing?

He sunk down to eye level with her so she could see his sincerity. He wanted to know her and find out where she came from. He couldn’t deny that he wanted her badly. The ache in his pants reminded him of that as she wet her lips.

He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers, testing the waters. The quick kiss was more than he could have hoped for. Electricity buzzed between them, and he could literally feel the desire she had for him coming at him like a heavy mist.

His hands moved tentatively down her sides and he pulled her warm frame towards him. His mind turned to thoughts of her naked beneath him screaming and clawing his back. Was she sending him these thoughts? His mind was cloudy for a minute, but he shook it away and looked back into those green eyes of hers.

He leaned over and started to place light kisses on her shoulders, up her neck, and to her ear. Savoring every second of her being near him he wanted to worship her. She shivered as his lips moved over her skin and he took that as a sign that she liked it. Her arms wrapped around him and he had another flash of him deep inside of her, this time against the rock he had first seen her on. She had her legs wrapped tightly around him, and her head was thrown back in ecstasy. He shook his head again, and it was gone.

He tucked her golden ringlets behind her ears and continued kissing her all over her face. She closed her eyes and allowed him to do it so he wasn’t going to stop. When he took her mouth she welcomed him into her, his tongue moving inside hungrily. She tasted so good and he didn’t think he would ever get enough of her. She matched his passion in the kiss and soon had him pulled down on top of her. She stroked his back as he continued to kiss her deeply and ignited a stifling need inside of him.

His shaft was rock hard and he knew she could feel it pressing against her, but he didn’t care anymore. The desire he felt for her was all consuming. He wanted to separate the clothing from her body and move his lips over every inch of her. As he went to pull away she grasped the back of his head making sure he continued to kiss her as she arched her back pressing herself into him.

Lost in the smell, the feel, and the taste of her he continued to kiss her, and roam her perfect body with his hands.

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I hope you enjoy reading about Celeste, and will stay tuned for all I have coming!

Thanks for reading xxx Jewels

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You can buy The Siren's Song on Amazon from the link here, and you can buy Naughty Tales from the Amazon link here.

Thank you for the excellent blog post, Jewels. I wish you very success with your books, and look forward to Why Yellow Jackets Can't Find the Hole.

Have a HOT week, everyone!


Sunday, September 2, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday - 9/2/12

Hi there, everyone!  I hope we are all having a wonderful Sunday!

This week, I have selected six sensual sentences from my short story What Renzo Sees Next.  Here we find Kelly and Shari, two young women re-igniting the love they shared back at school, while Renzo, Kelly's elderly Italian neighbour, spies on them through a knot-hole in the fence! 
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Shari looks at me with her wide, brown eyes, her voice husky with arousal as she speaks to me.  “What you stopping there for, K?  Don’t you remember them old times, back at school?”

“Oh, yes, Shari, I remember them well.”  My voice trembles as I answer, and I slowly pull her bikini bottom down her long, slender legs and drop it on the patio.  As always, she is totally shaved, and I gently run my hands down between her thighs, watching her abs tighten as I slowly massage her.
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Looks like someone (or two) is/are heading for a wonderful time!  If you would like to read more of Kelly and Shari's hot, erotic activities, the full story is available in my book White's Nights #1, along with a scintillating collection of equally entertaining hot and sexy tales.  Get your Kindle copy from

Don't forget to check out all of the other posts at for a scorching Sunday! And, because authors THRIVE on feedback, please leave a comment below!  Thank you!! :)


Saturday, September 1, 2012



Just recovering from the rush of activity, and now basking in the rush of adrendalin, from getting my first collection of Erotica tales published for Kindle on Amazon Worldwide.
White's Nights #1 contains a collection of eight tales - 6 shorts from my Every Night Erotica stories collected together for the first time; a stand-alone tale from the "London Memoirs" thread of my Parallel Lives novel, AND a preview chapter from my up-coming novel - Discovering Jenna. Not a bad little haul for only $0.99 - Yes! 99 cents! - at!
I have to say, it's both a very exciting AND very frightening experience getting your first work published and out into the hands of the money-paying reader.  I've always gotten a rush from knowing people are reading my stories - but the next question is - will they be willing to pay for them?  I know White's Nights #1 is just a small collection of stories, but it's paving the way, and doing a PR job as it goes, for both of my up-coming works - The Queen of Storms and Discovering Jenna.
Of course, since the unbridled success of the 50 Shades series, every erotica author on the planet is praying that their's will be the next viral success, and, while I really believe that that is an improbability for White's Nights #1, I am really hoping that the foundations it lays will bear wonderful fruit for The Queen of Storms, but even more so for Discovering Jenna
Getting this far in the game has been an incredibly interesting experience, and I have encountered a lot of new friends along the way, so I feel now is a good time to mention just a few!  First of all, I'd like to thank Jennifer Case and all of the crew at Every Night Erotica, who took my little stories and shared them with the world.  Then I'd like to thank all of the crew of The Erotica Zone group of Facebook - Valerie Maarten, Shiralyn J Lee, Janine Ashbless, Scarlett Knight, Jennifer Labelle, and so on.  There are also the individuals I've met over the last two years - Kristal McKerrington, Jenna Jaxon, Patricia Green, Remittance Girl, Savannah Chase, Robbi Sommers Bryant, Giselle Renard, Rachel Kramer Bussel and Maxim Jakubowski, to name but a few.  I'd like to thank them all for their contributions to my growth as an Erotica writer.
Last, but by no means least, I'd like to thank my partners, M and E, who have been by my side, providing inspiration and support, and a few devious plot twists, all the way. I love you, ladies!
Now - let's celebrate White's Nights #1, and get the ball rolling in earnest for The Queen of Storms and Discovering Jenna.
And, as always, let's stay Hot and Horny out there, y'all!

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Sunday Snippet - Queen of Storms

Hi there y'all! Hope everyone is keeping Hot and Horny as summer sadly wains away!

This week, just to help keep the heat levels rising, I have selected a snippet from my occult WIP The Queen of Storms. This is one of the stories from my Tarot of the Acolyte series of paranormal erotica, where each tale revolves around a specific Tarot card. The premise of the Tarot of the Acolyte tales is that, as the deck moves from person to person, each new owner must undergo an erotic, and often (but not always) horrific, rite of passage based on the card they become obsessed with, where success means they keep control of the power of the deck, and failure means they succumb to the deviant sexual wiles of the gods, demons, wizards, witches, and mythical beasts and monsters that prowl these cards!

In the Queen of Storms, the Queen on the card is the beautiful but deadly Sidhe Witch-Queen Sín (pronounced 'Sheen', her name means 'Storm'), infamous in ancient Irish Celtic myth as the irresistible temptress who caused the Threefold Death of Muirchertac Mac Erca, High King of Ireland. In our tale, her beauty has enchanted erstwhile Tarot dabbler Gerry O'Keith, whose Irish ancestry has left him susceptible to her Sidhe wizardry! Tormented by erotic visions across night- and day-dreams, he has been lured on a dark, stormy night into her thorny forest lair, and, torn and trapped, he is held ensnared while she has her wicked way with him...

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             "And what is it we have here, my little ones?"  Despite the howling of the wind and the splashing of the rain against the leaves and branches, her voice rang clearly across the space between them, its strong lilt tripping merrily into his heart.  He struggled to break free of the thorns and branches that held him fast, trying to get closer to her, but the effort only drove the spikes deeper into the flesh of his naked arms and legs.  Ceasing his struggles, he hung there like a giant fly caught in some monstrous web, waiting for the spider to deliver her coup de grais.

She watched in amusement as he gave up resisting, then stepped closer to him, inspecting the punctures in his flesh, while he took in every detail of her beauty, comparing it to the figure on the Tarot card , and finding the card wanting.  Even as the wind continued to thrash the trees around them, and the rain kept up its onslaught against everything in its path, including Gerry, she stood before him untouched by any elemental force, her blue eyes glowing with an unearthly passion, her raven-black hair swaying gently over her shoulder as she moved, her pale, silken skin as dry as a warm summer breeze.  He swallowed hard as his eyes dropped to the proud cleavage of her breasts, white and firm in the tightly laced green linen bodice, which was decorated with symbols and words in a language he did not recognize.  As with the image on the card, her nipples rose through the fabric, hard and enticing, showing her arousal, and she smiled inwardly as she saw his exposed manhood twitch in response to the vision before him.

"To be sure," she said, taking a step back from him, "they have you true and fast, sir."  She turned to walk away, as if her interest in the captive had faded, but she stopped when he spoke to her.

"Help me," was all he said, quietly.  She turned and looked coquetishly at his face.

"Is it help you be wanting, sir?" she asked ingenuously, stepping back towards him.  "And why would I want to be helping you, sir, after your chasing of me so rudely through the forest?  Seems it's not safe for a maiden out and about these days."

"I couldn't help myself," Gerry replied weakly.  "I had to see if you were as beautiful as the woman on the Tarot card.  And I wanted to talk with you."

"Talk is it, sir?  But I see more than talk in those eyes of yours, don't I?"  She stepped right up to his transfixed body and, gently lifting his chin with her hand, stared deeply into his eyes, the gold flecks in her sapphire blues echoing the colours on the backs of the cards.  Her hand was warm and soft, with an underlying strength he could feel as she held his jaw.

"Who are you?" he asked, unable to contain the passion he felt, his hardness growing despite the chilling wind and rain. 

"Who am I is it now?" she responded.  "I think you have more pressing things to think on, sir, than what my name might be.  For instance, you ask me for help, but what would you have in the way of payment for such assistance?  And, supposing you had the payment, why would I be freeing you to chase me again through the woodland?"  She dropped his jaw, and he struggled again to free himself, to no avail.  His skin burned with a fire of passion where she had touched him, and he already longed to feel the heat of her hand again.
"Whatever you want, if I have it, I will give it to you for your help, and your company." 

She laughed merrily at his offer, her eyes flashing, but whether with mirth or anger, he could not tell. 

"My help, my name, and my company, is it now?  A man should be careful what it is he asks for, as the price may be too much for his purse.  And a threefold ask is the most expensive of all!" 

She stepped closer to him, close enough so he could feel the heat from her body as he struggled to touch her, close enough so he could smell her scent saturating the air around him, fresh and lively and stimulating, and, raising her hand, she gently cupped the coldness of his cheek.  Instantly heat surged through his body and into his limbs, and he closed his eyes in pleasure as he felt his arousal growing from her touch.  He turned his head in an attempt to kiss her fingers, but she laughed gently as she dropped them to trace a pointed, blood-red fingernail along the length of his torso, sending rays of stimulation pounding through him, and driving a groan from his lips. 

“My, my, sir,” she said, a huskiness filling her voice as she watched his erection thicken and rise.  “I suppose there may be other ways a man could pay for services rendered.  Her finger traced along the length of his twitching cock, across the dark veins engorged with blood, causing him to writhe in anticipation, while his mind reeled in disbelief at his apparent good fortune, and his eyes devoured her unearthly beauty.  Then his body shuddered as she wrapped her hand around the base of his thick, throbbing prick and slowly pulled it along its length, the strength of her fingers rippling along the smoothness of his skin

“And are you prepared to pay me what I ask from you, sir?” she asked, pulling her hand back and forth along the swollen length of his burning hardness.  He opened his eyes and gazed with unadorned passion deep into hers.

“Anything I have that you want is yours,” he said thickly, his throat tight with need, the pain from the myriad of thorns and branches holding him forgotten, as the heat from her hand radiated along his cock and out into the depths of his balls and body.  Her blood-red lips parted in a wonderful, heart-piercing smile, showing two rows of even, white teeth, and her dexterous tongue ran lightly over her lips, leaving a sheen of moisture on their redness.

“Then you’ll not mind if I help myself, then, sir?” she asked. 

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Looks like Gerry is about to receive everything he desires, but maybe - just maybe - he should beware of the thorns that always accompany beautiful roses!  :)

This WIP is almost ready for publication, and I am targetting a Hallowe'en launch date (of course! :), so if you'd like a preview copy, leave me a comment below, and I'll select a few lucky readers for the ARC distribution!

Let's continue to enjoy Summer while it lasts, my friends!