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.

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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!

Love,
Ashen

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 Amazon.com.

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

Ashen

 

WHAT A RUSH!!!

WHOOOO!

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 Amazon.com!

 

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!

 

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



Book Review: A Washington Square Romance - Maxim Jakubowski

I originally wrote a review of A Washington Square Romance by the inimitable Maxim Jakubowski for the Simply Erotic Reviews blogsite, way back in July 2011.  Unfortunately, like many sites in the transient world of Internet publications, S.E.R, went bye-byes a short while ago, much to the sorrow of myself and a few other Erotica writers and reviewers, and I have been unable to get access to my original reviews.

I still get a lot of hits for the A Washington Square Romance review, so I am putting up another review of the work, which will be as close as possible to my first review and impressions of the book.

Blurb from the Xcite website:

Maxim Jakubowski takes the reader through an intoxicating journey through four of the world's most exciting cities: New York, Dublin, Paris and London.

Known for his daring and sexy tales of men and women in love and lust and once described by both The Times and Time Out as 'the King of the Erotic Thriller', Jakubowski here examines Sex in the City through a daring new angle which will leave you breathless.

My Review:

My first reaction to reading the four stories in this book was - WOW!

This is certainly no "Wham, Bam, Thank You, Ma'am!" collection of stories, but an absolutely breath-taking series of erotic tales that take you to the extremes of emotion and sexuality, against the back-drop of some of the greatest cities in the world.  Mr Jakubowski takes us on an expedition through New York, Dublin, Paris and London, delivering erotica in extremis that is detailed, raw and psychologically disturbing, to say the least. 

The heroes and heroines of these tales are not experiencing sex as a pleasurable pastime in the company of loved ones. Each of them goes through a catharsis where their current or past sexual encounters play the most important part of their emotional and/or physical transformation - and some of those encounters are detailed and disturbing - and yet compelling.  Jakubowski takes us through the beauty and the bitterness, the passion and the utter loneliness, the power and the saddening depravity that sex can be.  And he does it with wonderful, passionate prose that shows his love for his subject - even tackling the usual no-no of switching mid-stream from third to first person and then back again with aplomb and grace.

I found these tales and their characters compelling inspite - or maybe even because - of their extreme situations, and had to finish each tale even when my heart or mind was telling me to walk away. Maxim builds on his own experiences to deliver a transformative work that is a must read for any would-be eroticists looking to build their craft.

An absolute and well-deserved 5 star read!

Ashen

 

Review - Witchcraft and Demonology - Summers

So, as all good witches, Wiccans, would-be demons and demonologists, researchers into the Arcane and Occult should do, I finally read "The History of Witchcraft and Demonology" by Montague Summers.  And what a ride it was! 

I must admit that, prior to buying and reading this book, my exposure to Summers was as a fleeting reference in many other works on the Occult that I had read or referenced over the years, and as the translator of The Malleus Maleficarum, (The Hammer of the Witches), the great Witch-Hunting treatise of the 15th Century, so, although the name was familiar to me, I really knew little of the man himself.

It must be remembered when approaching works like these that they really stem from an era prior to the current Age of Enlightenment and Freedom of Expression we have the good fortune to be living in.  Additionally, works such as these build on the incredibly outrageous foundations of organisations like the Roman Catholic church, that associated witches and their covens and sabbats with Satanism in its purest form, so are flavoured and directed to interpret all forms of Witchcraft as forms of devil-worship and having no other purpose than the expression and proliferation of evil within society.

The truth is, of course, much more complex and different than the simple version these controlling religions and their ingenuees place on subjects like Witchcraft.  Today we are wise enough to separate the activities and beliefs of any and every type of worship from the subjective assertion of evil.  We know that evil is not the purvue of any one aspect of lifestyle or religious choice, but is potentially a part of ALL belief-and-behaviour-control systems, irrespective of whether they are a mass religion such as Catholicism, or an individual practising Wicca or Shamanism, and we understand that Evil is, in fact, a whole spectrum of of attitudes, beliefs and behaviours that form part of the Human Psychological construct.

Having said all of that, maybe I was hoping or expecting more from Mr Summers than simply an updated re-hashing and regurgitation of that egregiously biased garbage spewed out by those institutions in their crude and malicious attempts to squash everything that did not fit into their narrow minded and viciously enforced one-god view of the world. Alas - I was sadly mistaken!

It seems that all Mr Summers was really intent on doing was re-cataloguing all of the so-called Satanic or Demonic occurrences over the previous two thousand years, denying any justification for these that the perpetrators may have had, in favour of blindly accepting and viscerally promoting the 'Christian' - and therefore the only right and true interpretation - of these events.  Any argument that the practitioners of these rites might have put forward relating these practices to their pagan roots is ruthlessly ignored - even to the point of stupidly asserting that they are wrong simply and solely because the Church says they are wrong.  And, because they are wrong, they are Satanic Devil Worship, and should be squashed as per the instructions given in the Malleus Maleficarum.

The thing I find hardest to swallow in all of Summers' reiterations of dogmatic hatred is that this man was a close friend and associate of the Great Beast 666 himself - Aleister Crowley, and the two could often be found in each others company, amicably discussing these matters.  If Summers was as opposed to these beliefs and practices as his continuous denunciation of them would seem to indicate, the company of a monster such as Crowley should have been a total anathema to his sensitive being, and the kind of association that should have got dear old Mr Summers excommunicated by his Christian brethren!  All of which would seem to indicate that Mr Summers was truly as shallow as his actions portrayed, and his continued revisitation of Satanic condemnations was really a device for generating interest, and therefore wealth and infamy, for himself, while his works are really simple re-tellings of other peoples efforts, and bear little if any truth around the true meanings and beliefs behind Witchcraft, Wicca, or any other pagan religious practices.

Ashen

Horny Hump Day - June 6, 2012

Horny Hump Day has rolled around once again, and I'm back to up the ante while sharing another snippet of Jenna's nefarious adventures with the G-Man!  This little event occurs after her wee tete-a-tete with the cat-o-nine-tails, and a little more brutal encounter with a leather paddle, which has suitably tenderised the sweet, pert cheeks of her ass.  And now - her ultimate sacrifice - she's about to lose her virginity...

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Sherry giggled, and Jenna tensed suddenly as she felt Conn’s fingers gently probe her tight, trembling sphincter, making sure she was well lubricated before his behemoth of a prick impaled her.  Then she felt the large, pliant head of his cock rubbing gently back and forth across the tingling ring of muscle, and she braced herself in case it was as painful as some people said it would be.  There was pressure against the hole, growing gradually, but then the ring just seemed to relax and, as a deep, guttural groan sprang from her lips, Conn’s cock sunk slowly, inch by burning inch, deep into her hot, throbbing asshole.

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'Scuse me while I go and take a cold shower!!

I hope my little snippet took your mind off the distractions in your day, and I'd be pleased to read your comments below.  And don`t forget to check out the other Horny Hump Day posts at the links below.

Until next week - stay HOT and HORNY, y'all!!

Love
Ashen

Horny Hump Day - May 30, 2012

WOO-HOO! It's Wednesday again, friends, and that means it's HORNY HUMP DAY!!

This week, due to HOT, HOT demand, I am continuing straight on from (almost) where I left off last week, with the delightful Jenna continuing with her first delicious lesbian experience with her close frind and co-worker, Sherry...

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Slowly, tenderly, Jenna ran the tip of her tongue up the inside of Sherry's right labium, savoring the silky smoothness of its texture and the surprisingly sweet saltiness of her friend's juices.  Nothing was what she had expected it to be - no trepidation, no anxiety, no sense of impropriety, just sheer, delightful, powerful, animal passion, driven on by the trembles and thrusts her ministrations caused.  Emboldened by her discoveries, Jenna dove her tongue to the entrance of her lover's love-slick yoni, and was rewarded with an avalanche of tangy fluids that covered her lips, her chin, her tongue and her throat, as she lapped them up as quickly as they came, feeding her passion to heights she hadn't experienced since she'd been a teenager.

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Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! I just LOVE writing these tales for you, my friends.  That is so delicious, I envy Jenna myself!  I am almost 60,000 words into Jenna and the G-Man at this time, and hope to hit the 80K mark by the end of this week - RL work permitting! :)

If you liked this little snippet, please, please leave a comment below, and don`t forgeet to check out the other Horny Hump Day posts at the links below.  AND, while you`re at it, why don`t you sign up yourself for next week`s HHD, and show us what you`ve got, eh? :)

Until next week, stay HOT and HORNY, y'all!

Love,
Ashen

Sunday Snippets - May 26, 2012

Hi there, y'all! Another busy, busy week has slipped by, and it's time for a sweet Sunday Snippet!

I've been so busy editing the first 30,000 words of Jenna and the G-Man, so I thought a change was in order this week - so my selection this week is from one of my other WIP's, Parallel Lives, and is another delectable slice of the Sisters thread in the book.  Here, our well endowed and very skillful hero is bringing some sensual first-time experiences to one of his girl-friend's sisters...

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“How do you want me?” she asked shyly.

“Hmm.” I said.  “Why don’t you move over here?”  I knelt up on the bed, and helped her move so that she was lying in an almost normal position in the middle of the mattress.  “And I don’t think we need these,” I said, as I gently pulled off her panties, exposing her hot, wet yoni to my eyes for the first time.  She blushed as I took a good, long look at her exposed crotch, and I smiled back at her.  “You’ve got a beautiful pussy,” I said, and it was, too.  Like her sister Maggie, she had small, high outer labia, pale and freckled, smooth skinned, sloping gently from her mons, stretching back to fade together at the narrow isthmus just above the small, circular pucker of her anus, which was itself, smooth and pink.  Between her outer labia, her dark pink inner labia protruded just enough to be seen, curling gently together around the rise of her clitoris, like a small, pink rosebud.  Toward the back of her yoni, these labia parted slightly then shrunk away, showing the wetness within that lead to the entrance to her cunt.  “Has anyone ever told you that before?”

She blushed again.  “No one has ever looked at me down there in that way before,” she replied.  “Only doctors.”

“That’s a shame,” I said, “and I’m glad I could let you know that.”  She beamed a smile at me, her blue eyes sparkling.  “Now then,” I said, “let’s get down to the business of Mmmmm!”

“Just a minute, Jay,” she said and, sitting up, she quickly took off the rest of her clothes, throwing them on the floor, then lay back on the bed, fully naked.  She had fairer skin than Maggie, pale, smooth and freckled from the sun.  Her breasts were firm and well rounded, not too big, with nipples already erect in sexual anticipation.  Fine fair hair glistened on her stomach, which was tense and flat, showing the tight cuts of her abdominal muscles.

“Icing on the cake, Jules, icing on the cake!” I whispered, smiling at her.  She blushed even more, the flush running down her neck onto her breasts, and smiled back at me.  I took my pillow and, placing a hand under her bottom, I gently lifted her up and placed the pillow under her cheeks.  Lowering her down now resulted in her yoni being raised up for me to have better access.

“I think we’re just about ready now, so just relax, indulge your wildest desires in your mind, and enjoy the way I’m going to make you feel.”  I rubbed my hands along the inside of her thighs, almost up to her labia, then down again, then up, massaging the tension out of them.  Then, pushing her knees gently upwards and outwards, I opened up her blossom to my view.  Her juices glistened, and she breathed in deeply.  I lowered myself down until my face was a few inches from her pussy, then, supporting my body over the end of the bed, I gently separated her labia a little wider, and took a deep sniff of her scents, filling my lungs.  My throat tightened, and I gently blew on her exposed clitors and inner labia.  She inhaled sharply, and bit her lip sensually, her eyes closing in anticipation.  I sucked gently along the heavy tendons on either side of her vulva, working from a few inches up her inner thighs, down towards her pussy, massaging them with my tongue and lips, and she moaned quietly, softly.  A drop of juice appeared right at the base of her vagina, trying to escape onto the bed, but I spotted it and gently licked it off, causing her to shudder with surprise.  With just a little pressure, I ran my tongue from the base of her slit, just above the pucker of her anus, up almost to her clitoris, crossing the entrance of her vagina as I went.  Again and again I worked my tongue up the inner sides of her labia, left then right, left then right, stopping every once in a while to suck a lip gently into my mouth.  Each time the shudders lessened as she adapted to the feel of my tongue and its actions.  After a few moments I stopped and looked up along her naked body.  “How’s that so far?” I asked.

She lifted her head and looked down at me.  “That’s absolutely wonderful, Jay.  So soft, like warm, moist velvet.  I never thought…” she left the sentence unfinished, and I lowered my head again.

I ran my tongue around the hole of her vagina, then quickly moved it up and worked around her clitoris.  Her breathing started to shorten as her pre-orgasmic tension started to build.  I covered her love button with my mouth and started to suck it, oh, so gently.  A deep, guttural “Aaaah!” broke through her lips, and her head started to rock slowly from side to side.  I continued to suck her clit while gently circling the entrance to her vagina with the tip of my right index finger.  Her hips thrust up to accept my ministrations, but I kept playing only at the end of her tunnel.  Wetting my middle finger with her vaginal fluids, I then gently stroked it across her anus, eliciting yet another guttural moan and a pelvic thrust.  I continued to work on all three fronts, inserting my finger a little further into her vagina, rubbing her anal pucker with the back of my middle finger, and increasing the pressure of my lips and tongue on her clitoris.  Juices continued to flow from her vagina onto my finger and her anus and, with her next pelvic thrust, I let the end of my finger enter her anus.

“Oh, oh,” she jerked.  I looked up at her again.

“Is that ok for you,” I asked.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh,” she moaned, not looking up.  “Don’t stop, Jay, don’t stop.  It’s wonderful.”  I lowered my head and started rubbing my tongue on her love button with renewed but gentle vigour.  The muscles of her abdomen tightened even more, and her legs began to shudder as climax approached.  I started working both fingers further into her vagina and anus, her anus gripping my middle finger in a smooth, strong vice.

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Isn't that nice and sweet and sexy? ;)

When I read it now, I can tell it's one of my early forays into the erotica genre, and could stand a little editing itself!  I'll do that when I get beck to this WIP after I've polished off a few of the others!!

If you like my little snippet, please leave a comment below! And don't forget to check out the other Sunday Snippet's at Red Lipstick Diaries!

Have a HOT and Wonderful week, until next week!

Love!

Ashen

Horny Hump Day - May 23, 2012

Hello there, y'all!  It's that wonderful time of the week again - Horny Hump Day!!!!

This week - as promised - I am sharing three more sentences from my delicious WIP Jenna and the G-Man.  This little snippet is a little further on in Jenna's initiation into the Divine Secrets of the Lesbian Sisterhood! ;)

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Carefully Jenna unwound the glistening folds of moist, dark pink skin enshrouding Sherry’s clit, her mouth watering, her lips trembling, her throat tightening at her first close look at another woman’s yoni.  Entranced, she brought her face closer and closer to her friend’s quivering cunt, taking in the detail of its contours, its colour, its rich, aromatic tang that filled her nose and lungs, driving her desire higher and higher.

“Are you going to stare at that all night, or kiss it better, hmm?” Sherry asked wryly, her voice heavy with passion and need!

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Oooooh! Is that smokin' or what? I can feel my own mouth watering!! :)

If you liked my little snippet, please leave a comment below and let me know, And don't forget to check out the other wonderful Horny Hump Day snippets at the links below!

Until next week - take care, y'all, and let's stay Hot and Horny!!!!

Love

Ashen

Sunday Snippet - May 20, 2012

Hi there everybody! I hope you're all having a great Sunday, and that you're ready for a little, steamy snippet! :)

For my first Sunday Snippet for Kharisma's Red Lipstick Diaries, I've selected an excerpt from my WIP Jenna and the G-Man.  Jenna is a popular Televison News Weather Caster, whose home life has become less than scintillating as she nears the Big 4-0! So, at the urging of her close friends, she has embarked on a journey of sexual adventures in the hope of bringing sense to the urges that drive her sexual appetites!  At this point of her sojourn, Jenna is about to relive first hand one of the first arousing experiences of her life - at the hands of her gigolo dom!

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The crack of a bullwhip right next to her ear startled Jenna alarmingly.  That wasn’t in the tale she had written down for him, it was a…

She gasped loudly as the strands of a cat-o-nine-tails whipped around her right side from behind, the knotted tips spreading across her tightened breast and nipple, breaking her train of thought and stinging her sensitive skin, causing the muscles around her chest to contract reflexively.  Before she could regain what little composure she had, the cat whirled through the air again, and her left side and breast felt the sting of the knotted leather tails, causing her body to twist in the opposite direction.  Grunts of satisfaction and encouragement rose from her watchers.  The cat sang again, and her right ass cheek and side felt the bite of its thongs, then, almost immediately, Conn lashed her left cheek and side.  Sweat ran profusely down her neck and back as she fought to control the myriad of stinging pains from the lashes, light though they were.  Conn was being gentle with her, a fact her mind seemed to absorb and appreciate, even as another lash of the cat wrapped around the top of her right thigh and stung the edges of her exposed labia!  Having understood her tormentor’s sense of keeping the whippings balanced, she knew that the next set of lashes would wrap themselves around the top of her left thigh and target the exposed edges of her cunt, and she smiled inwardly as her prediction came true, her body jerking in response, the stings radiating upward into the core of her flesh.  Then the lashes came frequent and fast – across her breasts to bite into the sensitive skin of her armpits, around the back of her legs to sting around her anus, across her back to wrap around and score her breasts and nipples, then down again between her legs to harry her most sensitive flesh!  Always balanced, always meticulously placed to induce the most amount of pain with the least amount of power – but then, it doesn’t take a lot of power to make the singing cat-o-nine tails hurt!  Conn knew his job well, and her stinging, tortured skin burned from the myriad of lash tracks, as she struggled to internalize the endless stabs of pain and use it to her advantage – whatever that might be, although at this moment she was far from knowing!

Then, the whipping ceased, and Jenna Ashton swung on her gallows, a gasping mass of brutalized nerve endings and twitching muscles.  Her skin was soaked with sweat, which ran across the burning wheals of the whiplashes, adding salt to the sting of the leather knots.  Paradoxically, the insides of her thighs were wet with the juices seeping uncontrollably from the tingling lips of her soaking cunt, the atmosphere of the room redolent with the aromas of perspiration and sex!

And she felt so alive, so aroused, so hot – not how she had expected to feel at all.  Cowed, ashamed, dirty – none of those emotions existed within her!  She felt wonderful, ecstatic, powerful.  Every bruised nerve, lash streak and whip score radiated right into the heart of her cunt and the soul of her heart, bringing her close to orgasmic release!  But she reminded herself that they had only completed half of the story she had written down for Conn, and that the best – or, maybe, the worst – was yet to come!

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I hope you enjoyed this little snippet from Jenna's erotic adventures.  Please leave as comment below to let me know, and I look forward to sharing more snippets next week! And don't forget to visit the other sites on this Sunday Snippets blog-hop!

Lots of love, y'all!

Ashen

Horny Hump Day - March 16, 2012

Hello there, my dear Horny Humpers! It's that time of the week again, and we all need to have a great Horny Hump Day!!

This week, I've selected three salubrious and wonderfully raunchy sentences from my short story, Kismet, published on Every Night Erotica way back in July last year.  Here we find Farah, hot and horny after an evening at the Kismet night club, indulging in a well-deserved nibble!

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She sighed, almost sobbed, with pleasure, as her hand wrapped around his shaft and slowly pulled the skin back, revealing the delicate jewel beneath. She felt him quiver as she ran her tongue around the pulsing glans, tasting the salty tang of lubrication that tightened her throat and made her mouth water. Then – oh, glory – she filled her mouth with its yielding firmness, sucking it and rubbing it gently with her tongue, taking it slowly deeper and deeper with each movement of her head.

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I know one lucky couple that's having lots of fun! :)

If you liked that then read the full story here, and please rate my lil tale, and leave a comment, too!  And don't forget to check out the other Horny Hump Day blogposts below!

Until next week, stay HOT and HORNY, y'all!

Ashen

Horny Hump Day - May 9, 2012

Hello there, Horny Humpers!!! I'm back, and it's that time of the week again! I hope you all missed me!!! ;)

This week I am sharing another snippet from the continuing adventures of Jenna and the G-Man.  Jenna's learned quite a bit about herself up to now, and is now embarking on yet another experiment that she's keen to experience - even though she's not at all sure she'll end up enjoying it!

As she's worked through her process of self-discovery, Jenna has noticed a growing interest in her friend and colleague, Sherry, and has finally asked the bubbly blond sportscaster on something that's "more than just a date, you know!"  Now, secreted away in a private rendezvous, our intrepid heroine is about to experience her first lesbian encounter!  A little way into their date, Jenna is reciprocating Sherry's actions...

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Slowly she circled Sherry's hardening nipple, surprised by the crinkly roughness of its skin against the firm pressure of her tongue. Sherry's back arched in pleasure as Jenna's tingling lips clamped down on her sensitive nub, massaging it hard then sucking it into her mouth, over and over, building her passion.  Remembering her friend's advice about doing to her what she'd like done to herself, Jenna gently nipped the swollen bud between her teeth and pulled it upwards, dragging along its length, as Sherry groaned in ecstasy!

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Oh, woman! I can SO feel that! Those lucky ladies!

I hope you enjoyed my little trinket, and would love you to leave a comment below letting me know what you thought!  Your feedback is so very important to all of us writers!  And don't forget to visit the rest of our wonderful Horny Hump Day crew at the links below.

Until next week - stay Hot, and stay Horny, y'all!

Love

Ashen

A Wish for Beltane!

Woo-hoo! It's Beltane 2012, and it's time to party!

Beltane is celebrated across the northern hemisphere on May 1, and has been celebrated by Celtic/Druidic and Pagan races for thousands of years.  It is seen as both a celebration of the coming Summer sunshine and warmth, banishing the dark and cold of Winter, and as a fertility ritual bringing about the Season of Growth.

The word 'Beltane' is derived from the Irish Gaelic term for 'Bright Fire', and was celebrated with bonfires and other traditional celebrations.  In modern times, the Christian religions usurped many of the pagan festivals that occur around this time of year to their own purposes.  Thus we have Ostara becoming Easter, and celebrations such as Dancing round the Maypole (a fertility rite), the May Queen Processions, and Holy Days dedicated to Mary, the mother of Jesus, representing the Goddess as the Mother, all deriving from celebrations around the time of Beltane, and what was seen as the start of the growing season.

 

Wiccans, and those who celebrate the early European religions, venerate the God and Goddess in the forms of The Green Man and The Green Woman at this time of year, both of which symbolize the power of renewal and fecundity that the Earth brings in the returning Sun and warmth, which, if plentiful and nurturing, repays us with a bountiful harvest later in the year. In many places, a symbolic representation of The Green Man is burnt in effigy on the Beltane bonfires, in much the same way that a relatively modern Guy Fawkes is burned on bonfires in England on November 5th - he is actually yet another usurpation of the Green Man that allowed 16th century English folk to still have their pagan festival under the guise of a secular celebration of the saving of King James I and the English Houses of Parliament.

Of course, there are numerous icons of Fertility and Fecundity associated with these pagan festivals across Europe that represent the pagan predilection for celebrating the power of the Goddess and God to provide them with the abundance of Nature in many forms - food, water, heat, light, love, and, of course, sex!  One of the most famous of these effigies is known as the Giant of Cerne Abbas - a 180 feet high carving in the chalk bedrock above the village of Cerne Abbas in Dorset, England.  A representation of this carving is shown here, as the Five of Bows from the Wildwood Tarot deck. (All of the Tarot cards in this post come from that deck.)  As can be seen from the picture, the Giant is very well endowed, and legend has it that a woman seeking to get pregnant should sleep in the area of the Giant's phallus, and she will be blessed with a child very shortly afterwards!  This representation adds a bow to the outstretched hand of the Giant, which is not actually part of the original.  However, recent archeological work done on the site of the Giant shows that he used to carry a cape or net draped over his arm, and that, below that there was a disembodied human head!  The cape/net, along with his nobbed club, identifies him as a hunter, but the authorities are split over the symbolic meaning of the head!

Naturally, many neo-pagan religions continue to celebrate these festivals, and many groups exist that enjoy these celebrations to the fullest in the freedom and enlightenment that we enjoy in our modern world!

So, let's celebrate Beltane fecundity in kind, everyone, and let's have a wonderful Summer!

Blessed Be!

Ashen

A couple of May Queens celebrating Fecundity