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 Amazon.com 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!!!!

Love
Ashen
 

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!

Love,

Ashen



SEX and TAROT!!!

Mmmm! Did I get your attention?

My two favourite subjects! And what would be more pleasurable that being able to combine the two of them in one blog posting?

Well - that's exactly what a Yule gift from my SO enables me to do! That delicious minx bought me The Decameron Tarot, and - Oh My! It's a delight to behold! (And to hold, too! ;-o)

The Decameron is a 14th century Italian book of 100 stories, collected and published by Giovanni Boccaccio.  While the main intent of the stories is to discredit the very corrupt Roman Catholic church, the collection contains a large number of baudy tales that makes the book a favourite source for modern eroticists and writers of all genres. The work is often cited as an excellent expose of life in Italy during the 14th century.

Using a writing  device similar to that of the Arabian Nights, the 100 stories were told over a period of 14 days by ten young people who had fled from plague-ridden Florence to an empty villa in Fiesole.  There, in order to pass the time, each person tells a tale on a specified subject, on ten days during the 2-week sojourn. Boccaccio also ties the work back to the Arthurian legend around the affair between Lancelot and Guinevere.  Prince Galehaut - the  alternative title that Boccaccio had for the book - was one of the evil opponents of King Arthur. He arranged the tryst between Lancelot and Guinevere that lead to their first kiss and subsequent affair.


Taking the book as a basis for her imagery, Giacinto Gaudenzi has produced a collection of voluptuous, erotic imagery, loosely tied - I have to say - to the the meanings and symbology of Tarot - to illustrate her cards. Her and Luciano Spadanuda, an erotica devotee, have developed their own interpretations of the cards to tie in with the imagery, and the result is a wonderful romp through scene after scene of characters indulging in the finer arts of passion and lust!  While some conotations to Tarot symbology are kept, in the main the imagery represents the characters and plots in Boccaccio's stories, many in the most salubrious and compromising positions!  It has to be said that a lot of the images are not very flattering to the human form, tending to show folk far from the perfect physique - but that makes them all the more human!

Two of the Aces - Swords and Wands - are very appealing to me in their imagery.  The Ace of Wands shows a very curvacious beauty caressing a phenomenal Wand, formed from a long trunk of a phallus-shaped tree!  This is a direct homage to Sexuality in its purest form, with the underlying message that size really does matter - the bigger the better!  And she has such a beautiful posterior, too!

The Ace of Swords shows what appears to be the same voluptuous woman, this time lying on a bed a dn looking rather alarmed as the giant sword pierces the sheet between her legs.  Her exposed vulva is red, as if from over-use. The symbology of this card ties very closely to that of the Fenestra 10 of Swords - my avatar and the background to this blog.  The beauty of the woman is counterpoised by the threat inherent in the positioning of the sword, and the sword itself symbolizes a male dominance that may not always be welcome, but which speaks of both power and passion.

The Queen and King of Cups are also two very interesting cards.  The former shows the two protagonists in classic 69 pose, the Queen holding onto the King's nicely-sized erection, while he strains his tongue upward, seeking her awaiting yoni.  She is leering back toward the King's head, her tongue licking her lips, while a chalice of red wine balances precariously on her raised rump, sloshing its contents overboard.  This is a card of frolicsome fun, and the couple seem to be enjoying themselves very much!

The card of the King of Cups is a continuation of the scene in the Queen card, but now the couple are in a more normal, almost "missionary" position, with the King standing as he impales the Queen.  The Queen, however, does not seem to be enjoying herself as much as she could be, because that naughty King, in his passion, is squeezing her breasts quite fiercely - an action she is obviously not enjoying as much as he might have expected!  He needs to learn women's breasts are not meant for that kind of treatment, if he intends to keep enjoying his conubial activities!

As usual, I always like to study the Star card in all of my Tarot decks.  The one in the Decameron Tarot is a very mischievious version which tickles my imagination so sweetly.  Here we see the woman who is the Star, with her Seven Sisters still in tow, perched in a tree, while the object of her naughtiness lies fatigued on the ground below.  The root of the wicked grin on the face of the Star is derived from the fact she is urinating into the mug of the poor unfortunate lying prone beneath her.  Who knows what his experience will be when he eventually sups from his adulterated drink - for all we know, her urine might be the Nectar of the Gods - but somehow the grin on her face tells me that, just perhaps, it isn't!

Other cards worth honourable mentions are Justice (my SO says that it's me posing again!), The Wheel of Fortune - a theme which is rampant throughout the Decameron itself - and the grotesque High Priestess, with her phallus necklace and painted nails, although there are many beautiful scenes in this prime example of Tarotica!

Tarot and Sex! So delicious on their own - and doubly so together!

Ashen

(Me posing as Justice! LOL!)