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.
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.
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? :)
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!!
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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!! :)
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Until next week - take care, y'all, and let's stay Hot and Horny!!!!
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!
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!
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!
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!
It's that wonderful time of the week again - Horny Hump Day!
Thank you to all of you for the heart-warming comments and feedback last week. I am glad so many of you found my little snippet hot and entertaining. This week, I've selected three delicious sentences from one of the WIP's I featured earlier on HHD - Demon Heat. This is a selection from my big fantasy novel, The Pentateuch, and is the part of the book where the apparently immortal Queen of Kodaw is being "investigated" by our hero, who has ended up chained, naked, to a wall in the Queen's boudoir!
Here we learn the secret of the Queen's long life, beauty and power - she pays sexual tribute every year to a hulking, ugly brute of a demon, who, in return, gives her the power she needs to prolong her existence and rule Kodaw with an iron fist! As we peek in on our little scene, the demon is indulging in his favourite pasttime!
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The demon placed his huge, taloned hands behind the knees of the prostrate queen and lifted her thighs up and apart, until they were pressed against her ravaged breasts, opening her exposed yoni to his impassioned, brutal gaze. With a grunt of satisfaction, he ran his forked, prehensile tongue over her puckered anus and slowly up between her glistening, engorged labia, drooling as he went, until, poised over her dripping cunt, he drove the thickened muscle hard into her, eliciting an agony-tinged wail of ecstasy from the subjugated monarch as she felt herself stretched by his fearsome lingual force.
"See - that's how she likes it, boy," he growled, licking his lips obscenely and leering at the human chained to the wall behind him.
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Mmmm! I don't know who I envy more - the demon or the Queen! LOL And that's before he gets to use his demon prick on our lil' Queen of Kodaw! No wonder she finds ordinary humans a little inadequate!
Seems to me I need to start polishing off and publishing some of these many WIP's I seem to have hanging around! :)
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Howdy there, pard'ners! It's that steamy, dreamy time of the week again! And time for another Horny Hump Day post!
This week, I have chosen three delectable sentences from my 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 horrific, erotic 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-QueenSÃn (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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Unable to prevent his oncoming orgasm, Gerry writhed as SÃn's long, pointed fangs dragged slowly across the top of the swollen, purple head of his cock, her lissome tongue coddling its underside in ever-increasing stimulation. Her cold, strong grip tightened on his shaft as she felt the first tremors ripple through him, her teeth tripping past the end of his head and sinking deep into the hardened flesh at its base. Semen and Blood - her two favourite flavours - filled her mouth as the hapless human surrendered his essences to her, and she smiled inwardly as she made her victim howl in ecstasy, sucking his hardness again, and again, and again.
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Oooh! Sounds painful but, oh, so pleasurable, too! I guess Gerry will be careful just exactly who he gets his blow jobs from in future - that's if he has a future! LOL
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Another week has gone by, and it's that wonderful Horny Hump Day time again!
This week, for my selection, I've gone for something a little different, and a little closer to home. (Write from what you know, right!) I've chosen three sentences from my WIP, Jenna and the G-Man (although that working title is changing for the final product!)
By the time of this snippet, our hot and horny weather girl has been through a few emotionally transforming experiences, and is now upping the ante in her search for psycho-sexual satisfaction!. And what could be more experiential than a little date with a cat-o-nine-tails?!
Here we find our intrepid heroine hung up like a side of beef, assimilating a little pain-time with her whiplord gigolo!
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Having
understood her tormentor’s sense of keeping the lashes 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 cat-o-nine tails speak!
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It's so hard to select just three sentences from a scene of nearly 4000 words! I hope these are as stimulating for you to read as they were for me to write! Please leave a comment below to let me know what you thought of my selection, and don't forget to visit the other blogs at our Horny Hump Day hop!
Before I go - I'd just like to wish our fellow mistress of hot BDSM erotica, Jenna Jaxon, a wonderful birthday tomorrow! Have a great one, honey!
(For some reason, my FB thought it was today, so you'll be getting an odd message from me over there! LOL)
Hello there, y'all, and welcome to the first Horny Hump Day of April!
Today I've selected three delectable sentences from Dining Out Tonight, one of my early stories published on Every Night Erotica. This little episode finds a young barman bringing some sweet delight to a hot cougar of a barmaid, who has invited him back to her home for "a nightcap!"
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She sighed as he lowered her back onto the table, her thighs falling apart to expose her hot, wanton yoni to his impassioned gaze. She had a small, high Mound of Venus, covered in well-manicured, deep rust-red hair. The skin of her mons and outer labia was as pale as her legs, but tinged with pink at the edges, where her bright pink inner labia protruded, glistening with the glow of her arousal.
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Tell me that's not delicious! If you like that, check out the full story at the link above, and don't forget to visit the rest of the Horny Hump Day blog sites listed below.
This is a reload of the Guest Blog I did for Kharisma Rhayne's Red Lipstick Journals blog on Monday, March 5, 2012. I hope you enjoy!
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“If music be the food
of love, play on!”
Writing erotic tales is really a lot of fun, and, you would
think, relatively easy to do.But the
fact is, writing good erotica takes both a lot of effort and a lot of
inspiration.Effort is needed in the
development of good characters and plots – even short erotic tales need these
to raise them above the level of pornography that they are often accused of being.Inspiration is required to keep the
stories fresh and different, finding new scenes and characters, and avoiding
the sameness that spoils so many offerings of all genres.For me, much of this inspiration comes from a
lot of the music I have both grown up with, and that which I listen to today.
Rock and pop music today is littered with the profanity and
sexual content that is the hallmark of music today.Growing up in the 1980’s, I had to listen to
a lot of the music my parents played from the late 60’s and early ‘70’s, when
the sexual content was much more subtle and, consequently, much more
erotic.For instance, one of the
favourite groups of the early ‘70’s was “T. Rex”, lead by the bopping elf, Marc
Bolan.Much of T.Rex’s music is littered
with hot, sexual suggestions and statements –
“Ooh, lady, I love your chest,
oh, baby I’m crazy about your breasts, woman!”(Raw Ramp)
“Oh, dreamy lady, won’t you come to my bed?Night is the right time to get acquainted
with my head, in my bed!”(Dreamy Lady)
“Oh girl I’m just a vampire for your love, and I’m gonna suck ya!”
(Jeepster)
And the list goes on – drop
me a line if you’d like to know more! ;-)
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Raw Ramp by T. Rex
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Maybe the raunch started with groups like The Rolling
Stones, with dear old Mick enjoying his “Brown Sugar – how come you taste so
good?Brown Sugar, just like a black
girl should!”But there was certainly a
big shift at that time from the sweet love and peace songs of the mid-to-late
60’sto an edgier content, and that
caught my imagination as I grew up, sowing the seeds of what would eventually
become a strong sense of the erotic.This was tuned and refined through impressions gained from listening to
a lot of New Age music – Enya, Enigma, Mike Oldfield – which fed the visions in
my mind while providing me with stimulation of the soul that fed the
stimulation of the body that is the marriage that makes erotica more than
pornography.Music was the channel that
focussed and fed the emotion behind the scenes – a channel that, for the
reader, is sadly lost when reading the written word.
As a prime example of how music inspires me, I have included
below a passage from a fantasy novel I have been working on for some years,
called “The Pentateuch”.This is the
story of Powell, a young man with mysterious powers who believes himself to
have been orphaned many years prior to this event.For the last 8 years he has lived in a hidden
enclave, being educated by a prolific group of intelligentsia from a number of
races.During that time, he has grown up
and shared his life with Mika, a young woman of a sylvan forest race, with whom
he has fallen deeply in love, unaware that she feels the same way about him.Mika is the daughter of a sorcerer king and,
as such, has wealth and power far more than Powell knows.The scene below is where she finally makes it
truly plain to Powell how she feels about him, whatever the consequences!
This scene was always part of Powell and Mika’s tale, but it
only became an erotic scene when I first heard a piece of New Age music called
“Season of Growth”, by Marilyn Rife and Alice Gomez.This wonderful modern North American Native
piece fit perfectly with the scene that then developed into that below, totally
changing the style and emphasis of the piece, and my entire outlook on the
book.The more I listened to the music,
the more the erotic content of the piece developed, and, just like that, Ashen
White became an author of erotica!I
loaded this tune up onto YouTube, so you can read the excerpt and listen to the
music at the same time.If the music
ends before you finish reading, just hit Replay!
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Season of Growth by Marilyn Rife and Alice Gomez
An excerpt from Book 2 of “The Pentateuch” by Ashen White
The glow of the full Summer moon lit the pathway as Mika
slowly stepped down into the secluded privacy of her garden, the cool blades of
grass tenderly tickling her toes.At the
far end of the lawn, his back to her, broad and muscular, his shadow long and
distorted from the rays of moonlight, Powell stood staring up at the silver
globe, unaware of her approach.The dim
chirrup of crickets and the low calling of birds on the lake drifted away as
she stepped over to where he stood, her long dress swirling about her nakedness
as she moved, anticipation and desire growing inside her.Her chest tightened as she neared him, and
her sudden intake of breath caused him to turn around.
Abruptly, she felt almost naked in his gaze, but the look of
admiration and passion flaring in his eyes told her all she needed to
know.His lips opened, smiling and
aroused, and she watched him swallow hard as her perfume and body scents
drifted across the evening air to his face.Then they were next to each other, her hair flowing in the gentle
breeze, his eyes devouring her nearness, her rising breasts, the pale flush of
her cheeks.
“Mika,” he sighed, awe-struck by the vision before him.“You look bea…”Her finger stayed his lips before he could
say any more.
“Tonight,” she said, “is for the silence of the forest and
the vision of the moon.”She took his
hand in hers and gently held it to her cheek, feeling the blood pulse in its
veins, feeling its warmth on her skin.He ran his fingers along her cheek to stroke her neck, and her long,
flowing hair.Cupping the back of her
head in his palm, he gently drew her lips to his, while she playfully resisted,
and then succumbed to his gentle force.His lips were soft and warm and firm, just as she had always hoped they
would be, and her body trembled as his tongue sampled hers.The sweetness of the mead he had been
drinking, warm on his breath, flavoured his mouth as, deeper and stronger their
mouths combined in passion.The heat
from her tingling lips spread warmth through her body, and she felt herself
molding into him.
Pulling back, she surprised him, questions filling his eyes
as she smiled playfully at him.Slowly
she lifted his hand and placed it on the cord at her neck, willing him to pull.Powell needed little urging and, as the cord
came away in his hand, the neck of the dress opened wide, and the flimsy cover
fell to the lawn.Mika shivered slightly
as the evening breeze washed over her naked body, rippling through the hair at
her loins and rubbing gently at her hardening nipples.She saw the look of wonder in Powell’s eyes,
that flamed into desire as he came forward to embrace her.Her body shook as their mouths met again, but
this time her hand busied themselves in loosening his tunic and pants, which he
flung away in impatience as his passions ruled his mind.
She looked over his nakedness for the first time, seeing the
muscles ripple on his chest and arms, the definition in his stomach, and,
dropping her eyes, the growing hardness of his manhood.Then they were entwined, his warmth covering
her, his arms enfolding her, his hardness pressing hotly against her, heating
her within, making her wet with need.Gently
he lowered her to the lawn, then lay beside her, kissing her deeply, as his
fingers ran the length of her body.She
moaned gently as his hand came to rest on her breast, rubbing her nipple
gently, sending fire radiating into her.Instinctively she reached out to grasp his pliant hardness, as his mouth
covered her other breast, adding fury to the ministrations from his other
hand.Moments passed in a blaze of
radiance as he slowly worked his way down her body, kissing and nibbling and
teasing her sensitivity.Her back arched
as his fingers ran gently across the moist lips of her yoni then down to circle
the sensitive skin between the wetness of her sex and her rear orifice.
Suddenly, his weight beside her was gone, and she opened her
eyes in surprise!At that moment she
felt his hands gently part her thighs, opening her up to his gaze, her wetness
flowing free.She sighed as his face
came close to her wanting sex, his breath warm on her lips, and quivered as the
warm, moist strength of his tongue delved within, tasting her need.Her fingers twined into his hair, holding him
against her as he circled the hard nub of her clitoris and sucked her labia
into his mouth, again and again.A flame
grew within her she had never felt so strongly before, rushing through her body
and limbs with a voraciousness she never knew was possible, knotting her
muscles and tightening her breasts and throat.In the distance, she could hear someone calling out, then realised it
was her, in the throes of orgasm, as Powell sucked her to oblivion.
And that’s just the start of a really special night for both
of them.Of course, there’s always
consequences to these tales, and the rest of the second volume of The
Pentateuch revolves mainly around those consequences. I hope you enjoyed reading and listening to
this excerpt as much as I did writing it.
My thanks to Kharisma for sharing her blog with me, and
allowing me to bring a little of my work and wonder to you.
This week, I've selected three sweet sentences from my WIP Jenna and the G-Man (sorry, Jenna J - I was using that name before we met, hon! :) This is a novel about a TV personality who is approaching her *Big 4-0h*, and who is feeling a little lost in the melee of life with two demanding teenagers and a seemingly disinterested hubby! At this point in the tale, two of her closest friends - who both, coincidentally, happen to be lesbians - have suggested that, in order to free herself from her pent-up sexual frustrations, Jenna enlist the services of a gigolo!
This little snippet occurs just as Jenna, lying in bed, next to her snoring husband, Zach, is contemplating whether or not she will follow her friends' advice! The daring idea has her quite turned on and ready to go...
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“Hey, hon,” she said quietly, looking across at Zach’s
recumbent, snoring form,“wanna make me
come?”She waited a few moments for him
to reply, but heard only his rumbling snorts.“Thought not, so I guess I'll just have to do that myself,” she sighed, her
fingers slipping under the edge of her panties and dipping into the succulent
wetness of her wanting yoni, her body arching into the pressure of her fingertips in response.
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Ah, yes! And that leads to a whole lot of interesting fun for our erstwhile TV news anchor!
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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.
