He's even more upset when he realizes it isn't really their anniversary--he's a week early. The revelation leaves him angry at himself and full of adrenaline that needs to be used. He decides the best way to expend his energy is to top his top. The ensuing battle for dominance in the bedroom is hot enough to singe their fur. Excerpt: One minute we were sitting on the bed side by side and the next I was on top of Shaun with my legs straddling his waist and my hands wrapped around his thick wrists. Shaun fought against me the way any Alpha animal would when surprised and overpowered, and the burst of strength nearly bucked me off. It took all my will to hold him down. My intense emotions helped. Now, I’m not an Alpha anything. In the Pride I’m basically about as low on the power totem pole as you can get. Under regular circumstances I’d probably be left for dead somewhere on the side of the road, but since I’m mated to the Alpha lion of the Pride the others leave me well enough alone. They don’t approve of me but they keep their mouths shut for fear of angering their Alpha. He has a ferocious temper, even for a lion. When Shaun and I are intimate, I always bottom; that’s just the way things work. Tonight, though, I didn’t want to be the submissive. Tonight I wanted to be the one to stuff Shaun’s hot little backside full of my cock until I exploded inside of him. I wanted to mark him for once, not have him mark me. Judging by the way Shaun was fighting against me, he didn’t like the idea very much. Normally, I wouldn’t have pushed my luck but I felt out of control and wasn’t willing to back down. Shaun gained the upper hand and rolled us over until he was on top. I fought back, shifting my weight once again and locking my right leg around his left knee in an awkward version of a UFC submission hold. Shaun yelped and we tumbled off the bed. I landed on top with Shaun’s body cushioning my fall. He growled up at me, his eyes flashing green and gold as he shifted partially. His teeth grew sharper and as I watched in fascination he leaned forward and bit me right on the shoulder. I yelled, "You fucker!" Then I bit him back. He gasped in surprise and let go of my shoulder. "Adam, what the fuck has gotten into you? Get off me before I kick your ass." I pulled back and looked him dead in the eyes, knowing I was challenging his authority and not caring the least little bit. "You can try." Excerpt: I bit back a growl as I realized it was Adam's knee tucked up under my rear that was the cause of my severe discomfort. The sting brought back memories of how we'd spent last night, previously unused muscles and my overly tender backside wailing in protest. I looked sideways to find Adam still sleeping peacefully, his hands pillowed under his head and a smile on his face as he lay curled on his side in an almost fetal position. An immediate plan for revenge on my lover formed in my mind as I recalled all the details of our unusual tryst. I'd come home from work like any other evening to find Adam cleaning out a scalded frying pan of what remained from his heartfelt attempt to cook dinner. Adam could do many things, but creating edible food was not one of his talents. Give him a computer or a cock and he's a genius at work, but even the simplest of snacks, like peanut butter crackers, were a disaster waiting to happen. I found him bent over the trash can in his boxers and couldn't help but stop and fondle his assets a bit. It was nice until my fun was interrupted by the fact that Adam thought I'd forgotten our anniversary. In truth, he'd been the one in the wrong. He'd miscalculated by a week, using the human calendar instead of the lunar one. I can only guess that the stress and humiliation of such a mistake is what pushed him over the edge and into action. While I must admit that being topped by my bottom was an unexpected and surprisingly enjoyable treat, it had still been a somewhat painful experience, and my inner beast wasn't completely happy with the incident. I felt the need to prove my dominance. The lion inside of me demanded to reassert itself as the Alpha in our relationship, and for once the human side of me was in total agreement with my beast. The mental image of Adam bent down on all fours, begging me to fuck him, really had me turned on. The rock hard erection I was currently sporting was a testament to how randy I was feeling. I was hard as stone and ready to treat Adam to a morning I knew he'd never forget.
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Co-written with Cassandra Gold
M/M, Werelion, Erotica
It's been a year since Adam met Shaun and was inducted into the Pride as the Alpha's werelion mate. He has the perfect anniversary planned until his lack of culinary skills rears its ugly head. As he tries desperately to fix the mess, Shaun arrives home only to wonder what all the fuss is about. Adam is devasted that Shaun has forgotten their anniversary. 
The Morning After available from Torquere Press
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M/M, Werelion, Erotica, BDSM
Adam and Shaun have been lovers for a year and the rules of their relationship are well-established. Which is why it's such a surprise when Adam turns the tables on his alpha lover during their anniversary. The next morning, Shaun wants to remind Adam how things really work, and why Adam loves it so much when they do. In this hot little sequel to "Alpha, Omega", Shaun pulls out all the props to help Adam remember his place in the werelion pride.
I was enjoying the most wonderful dream involving my mate, a can of whipped cream, and some loving attention to my cock. Dream-Adam was just explaining why my balls needed to be thoroughly covered in Reddi-Whip, too, when a sharp pain in my ass pulled me instantly awake.
Lance Waverly is out on a hunting expedition with his young nephew when he detects the smell of smoke and blood in the air. What he finds is totally unexpected. A young woman has been thrown from her vehicle and is seriously hurt. She's human but Lance's body doesn't care about that. Her scent is intoxicating and one sniff stirs Lance's most animalistic senses to life. Sparks fly between Lance and Tinsel, but the romance is short lived when a crazy hunter tracks Lance and his brother down and tries to kill the entire family. Lance must protect them all, but there is only one way to save Tinsel. He must change her into a werewolf. By Den law he has to get her permission before biting her. Will Tinsel accept his offer or run to the hunter for protection? Excerpt: It was too late. Her mouth was already empty where the burning concoction had been forced down her throat. He pulled his hands away when he realized his efforts were in vain. Several moments later he realized what he’d shouted, but now wasn’t the time to laugh. The thought of a man telling a woman not to swallow seemed totally hilarious to Tinsel, however, and once she started laughing, she couldn’t seem to stop. After a few minutes she became hysterical, giggling and crying all at the same time.
Lance was extremely concerned. "Dalenna, do something." "Like what? I told you we shouldn’t give it to her. She’s going to injure herself worse than she already is. At least she doesn’t seem to be hurting anymore. Hold her down and let’s get the fracture set while she’s out of it." Lance grabbed Tinsel once more, doing his best to hold her steady under the drunken onslaught of the drug she’d ingested. Tinsel chuckled, swatting at his hands playfully, like a child during a boisterous game of patty cake. The sound of cloth ripping filled the room and Tinsel paused momentarily. Any other woman would have been utterly mortified to be clad only in her undies and lying a stranger’s arms, but in her current state, the situation didn’t seem to bother her at all. Tinsel squirmed a bit to get comfortable and became noticeably aware of the big, hard body she was cuddled against. As she looked back over her shoulder, she focused on a gorgeous set of deep blue eyes staring down at her, the worry easy to read in their shining depths. She turned slightly in Lance’s embrace, reaching out to stroke his face. She couldn’t remember his name, but that was okay. Somehow she knew the gorgeous stranger would keep her safe. "You’re pretty." Tinsel grabbed a handful of his hair and twined it around her fingers. "So shiny, like spun gold." She pulled it closer and ran the handful over her face, loving the fine texture. "Soft, too, like a baby, and you smell good." She tried to scoot closer and Dalenna huffed loudly. "If you can’t hold her still like this, then you need to find a position where you can. I’ll never get her leg set correctly if she keeps wiggling." Lance groaned softly as the temperature in the room seemed to skyrocket. Tinsel’s constant movement had caught his body’s attention and its reaction was very inappropriate under the circumstances. He stood up, lifting her tiny frame and setting her back down on the bed, putting his weight gently on top of her in a modified missionary position. The new hold kept her pinned neatly beneath him and allowed him easy control of her motion. It also brought her most intimate parts against his more unruly ones. Tinsel didn’t seem to mind the switch at all. In fact, it gave her easier access to him. She nuzzled her face into his shirt collar, pushing it aside and kissing the skin she revealed. Her tongue darted out briefly to lick the spot she’d just smooched. "Mm, you taste good, too." Lance’s whole body stiffened in reaction. He was once again rock hard and throbbing. His cock pushed futilely against the zipper of his jeans in a massive plea for release. He tried everything he could think of to will away the raging erection, but none of it worked. He was as hard as stone and the small, lush, undulating body beneath him insured that he stayed that way. From the moment she’d wrapped her arms around his neck in the forest, he’d been smitten. Her scent was intoxicating and the more he inhaled her natural aroma, the more aroused he became. 
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Contemporary Erotic, Werewolf (M/F)
When Tinsel Redleigh Sawyers, affectionately nicknamed Red, finds out her grandmother is seriously ill, she immediately drops everything and rushes to the hospital. En route an unexpected car accident leaves her badly injured. With no hope of rescue in sight, Tinsel is convinced she's going to die until a handsome stranger comes along to save her.
Tinsel choked as Lance propelled her upright, pounding her on the back with one hand while using his other to try and pry her mouth open. "Spit it out. Don’t swallow."
Winning is sweet but what she finds waiting for her in the barn after the event is even sweeter. Amanda looks like she could give a cowboy a run for their money and then some. Does Samantha have the skills and stamina left to ‘Saddle Up’ and tame this wild, little filly? Excerpt: "Stupid, stupid, stupid." I'd let my hormones get away with me. "At my age I should know better than to think with my pussy." I followed the path around the back towards the parking lot where my truck was parked, passing by the smaller barn where the horses and calves were housed while they awaited their turns in the ring. Now it seemed eerily quiet. Something strange caught my eye so I abandoned my intended destination and headed cautiously into the barn. What I found was infinitely more interesting then anything I could have expected. Amanda was in the back, near where they kept all the food for the horses, laid out on a hay bale with my hat over her face and her little skirt down around her ankles. Her tiny white panties were caught on her knees and she had both hands between her legs, one working away on her clit as her other jammed three fingers deep inside her pussy. The sight was truly inspiring, and had me hotter than a mare in season, but it was her words that left me no doubt as to who she was fantasizing about. "Oh shit. Please Sammy. Please fuck me! Suck my clit. Harder." My earlier doubts about her sexual orientation vanished completely. As I watched she spread her legs as far as the panties would allow, pinching and smacking her clit as her other hand began to pump in and out wildly. "Now Samantha, now. I'm going to come." It seemed cruel to make her jill off by herself when she could have the real thing. I made it to the back of the barn faster than I'd taken down the calf earlier, pulling my Stetson off her face so I could look her in the eyes. The minute we made eye contact she fell over the edge, screaming and creaming her satisfaction. I gave her a minute to regain her wits by pausing to put my hat back on. It smelled like vanilla and wildflowers, a scent I knew I'd associate with Amanda from now on. "Looks like you took real good care of my hat for me. Maybe I should thank you properly." Her eyes widened. "Wwwhat do you mean?" I let my actions speak for me, shucking my chaps, and undoing my jeans. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head as I pulled down my boxer briefs and out sprang my big rubber cock. I always packed when I rode, it was just my style, but it was obvious Amanda wasn't expecting it. She looked frightened for a moment, and I feared I'd made a mistake, but she recovered quickly and sat up to grab it. She took the head in her mouth, just sucking on the tip as she played with the shaft. The sight alone had me ready to fuck. 
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Contemporary, Western, Lesbian, Erotic
After several successful years on the GLBT rodeo circuit, Samantha ‘Sammy’ Taylor has fought and won the right to compete against the regular guys in the yearly Texas Rodeo. The prize money is big and her need for it is even bigger. Without the money the bank will foreclose on her late father’s ranch and she refuses to lose his legacy.
By the time I walked back behind the stadium Amanda was gone. I'm not sure what bothered me the most, the fact that she was missing or that she'd taken my favorite hat with her.
Elizabeth is the wild girl on campus, known for her loose reputation and her inability to keep a man. She strikes out once again with her newest boyfriend Brad when she finds out that he's gay. Now Elizabeth is pretty sure her luck at finding true love has run out, until she meets up with Kara. Kara doesn't hide the fact that she's a lesbian or that she has a definite interest in Elizabeth. The only question is, is Elizabeth interested in Kara? After a bit of persuasion and an extremely hot night spent in Kara's dorm room, Elizabeth is about to give her the answer she’s been waiting to hear. Excerpt: I gasped audibly, shocked that someone might think such a thing about me. While it was true that I had a bit of a kinky streak in the bedroom that most guys seemed unable to handle, it was obvious that I wasn’t a lesbian. At least I thought it was. "I…I…I'm not." Kara shook her head and I shivered as I felt her long brown hair glide over my shoulder and across my neck. The feeling was distracting and more arousing than it should have been. "Are you sure?" My voice was raspy, whether with shock or desire at this point I wasn’t sure. "What?" Her hand moved higher until she found the inseam of my low-rise camouflage capris, and I swore I could feel my panties getting damp. "I said, are you sure?" I nodded, but my reply sounded weak, even to my own ears. "I like guys." Her fingers felt like magic between my legs and, as she increased the pressure just where I needed it, I suddenly wished the cloth barrier between her hand and my pussy would disappear. "That's fine," she replied before leaning in and quickly sucking my earlobe into her mouth. "The question is, do you like girls too?" I started to say no when she pressed the palm of her hand hard against my clit. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out except for a loud groan. She smiled knowingly at me, and something inside my brain exploded. I suddenly wanted to know if her lips felt as soft as they looked and, considering where we were, I decided to take a chance and find out. I leaned forward, keeping my eyes open until the last moment, and focused directly on Kara. Her pupils dilated slightly in shock, and then appreciation, as our mouths met. The first few kisses were chaste and timid. I was exploring totally uncharted territory and felt very unsure about what I was doing. Kara noticed my hesitancy and took control. Her eagerness to dominate aroused me immediately and dissolved the last of my inhibitions. When her tongue slid across my lips, I threw myself headlong into the kiss. I wasn't disappointed with my decision. I've kissed lots of guys, and enjoyed most of them, but what Kara was doing to my mouth felt almost obscene. I was so hot I couldn't sit still. I rocked forward in my seat, and Kara's hand pressed back against me, teasing and stroking me until I wanted to scream. I arched my back and broke away with a gasp. I was on fire, and I needed to come so badly I was about to beg for it. Sudden applause halted my plea, though, and as I looked around, I noticed all eyes were on us. My face reddened in embarrassment, but Kara just looked pleased. She threw a twenty on the table, grabbed my hand, and pulled me out of the restaurant behind her. Once outside, I started to question my actions until we rounded the corner and she pulled me into the alley, pushing me up against the wall of the bar. There was nothing restrained about our kiss this time. She plundered my mouth while her hands stayed busy on the rest of my body. I felt like I was going to shatter at any minute. My knees were weak and I was afraid I'd fall, but Kara tightened her grip on my upper arms and pressed her body against mine to help hold me upright. Her hands slid under my tank top to caress my breasts as her knee wedged in between my legs. When she moved her thigh back and forth, I cried out. "Oh God!" "That's it," she urged as her hands dropped to my waist and encouraged me to rock against her. "Ride me. Show me how you like it." I nodded and then felt silly because I knew she couldn’t see me. "Yeah, I do. I was thinking about you earlier." "You were?" Her voice was husky, barely above a whisper, and the change in tone made me anxious and achy. "Yeah, I was." My next sentence was risky but I was too aroused to concern myself too much over her reaction. The possibility of engaging in some heated phone sex while we were apart was something I needed more than a good night’s sleep, and hearing her talk naughty to me was one of my favorite forms of foreplay. "I was in the shower. The water was warm, and I was covered in soap. I was leaning up against the wall, just letting the spray pound down over me, and wishing you were there to scrub my back." I heard her suck in a deep breath over the line, and I shivered in anticipation. I hoped Tasha was willing to play along. Her response would tell me for sure if she was up to it or not. I wasn’t disappointed. "God Libby, I can picture you in my mind. Standing there, with your long brown hair hanging near your waist, all covered suds and bent over slightly with your ass in the air. You always like the water extra hot and it makes your skin turn the prettiest shade of pink." Her next question was so quiet I almost missed it. "Can I ask you something?" "Anything." My voice was deep and breathy, and I sounded as horny as I felt. She paused so long I thought she would stop the conversation altogether. I was so wrong. "Did you touch yourself?"
I was so shocked it took me a moment to answer. "Yes, I did. I imagined it was you. I wanted it to be you." The sound of her breathing grew heavier over the line. "Are you as turned on as I am right now?" "God yes. You know I love it when you talk dirty to me." "I know, but it’ll only leave us both frustrated if we start something we can’t finish." "Maybe for you, but if you keep talking that way I’m almost guaranteed to get off." The sound of her voice relayed her surprise. "You really like it that much?" "Does knowing that excite you?" Candice and I also knew each other's sexual likes and dislikes on a personal level, so being together for us would be an easy task. Judging by the heated way she was staring at me, it was going to be a pleasurable one as well. Most guys would give their left nut for the chance to sleep with two women at once. It might be my birthday, but it looked like my husband was going to get plenty of enjoyment out of my present as well. Candice dropped her towel and I scanned her tall body from head to toe. She caught me watching her and did a slow turn that showed off her full figure to her advantage. I licked my lips as she gave me a complete view of her lusciously round rear. She'd added on a bit of weight since we'd last been together, but it suited her nicely. Overall, very little of her appearance had changed. She still had the same gorgeous green eyes, wavy blonde hair, curvy ass, and big breasts I remembered from years ago. I pulled my thoughts back on track as she started rummaging through the duffel bag she'd brought with her. She pulled out several pairs of push up bras and skimpy panties. "I'm not sure what I should wear." She eyed me over her shoulder. "It doesn't really matter anyway." I gave her a questioning look. "Why would you say that?" "Cause Dave only has eyes for you and you're dressed like every guy's wet dream. He's going to cream his pants when he sees you." "Somehow I feel like I should apologize for that." She shook her head. "Never apologize for finding true love." Her gaze turned dreamy. "Hopefully I'll be as lucky as you are someday."
I pulled her into my arms in a comforting embrace and when we parted, I handed her a gift bag with the outfit I'd bought for her nestled inside. "I got you this." I eyed her large boobs. "I hope it fits." She pulled out a short lace teddy the same color as my corset and a matching pair of red bikini panties. As she put on the underwear, I took the time to reacquaint myself with her body. I stood behind her, running my hands up over her breasts and down across her full hips until I had her moaning in anticipation. She wiggled into the top and I paused in my exploration to adjust the straps when I heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. "Oh, crap! Dave's home." 
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Lesbian Erotica
Girl meets boy...boy dumps girl...girl meets girl.
As her fingers tightened their grip I suddenly realized how Brad must have felt, but I didn’t have time to dwell on it because Kara had more enlightening news for me. "The only reason he brought you here was because he thought you were gay, too."
Love on the Line available from Torquere Press
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Lesbian Erotica
Libby is eagerly awaiting her girlfriend Tasha's return home after a long separation due to a medical convention. She has a special evening planned for the two of them until Tasha calls with bad news. There's a terrible storm raging in Florida and all flights have been grounded until further notice. Libby is devastated and also quite sexually frustrated too. After a bit of small talk she turns the tables on Tasha and decides to engage in some heated phone sex to help relieve some of her tension. The resulting conversation is explosive for both parties but Tasha has an even better treat in store for her sweetheart when she gets home.
Excerpt:
"Do you really?"
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Contemporary Menage
Dave and Abigail have the perfect relationship. They are more than husband and wife, they're best friends, with an active sex life to rival even the youngest of couples. The two of them can talk about anything, even their wildest fantasies, but they're rapidly running out of ideas to keep things spicy in bed. When Dave broaches the subject of attending a swinger's party Abigail is willing to give it a try. The end result is nothing short of disastrous. Abigail thinks trying a threesome would be better. She even has a person in mind and with her fortieth birthday rapidly approaching she decides to give it a go. Little does she know that Dave already has birthday plans of his own. When they both come home with an extra partner their threesome quickly turns into a foursome and as the clothes come off the sexual intensity skyrockets. Everyone's fortieth birthday should be this good.
Excerpt:
Candice was the only person I was willing to intimately bring into the sanctity of my marriage bed and Dave liked her, so I hoped he wouldn't have a problem with the arrangement.
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Swing Anthology
Erotica, Swingers
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Caught in the Act
Beth Wylde
Samantha has always enjoyed fantasizing about both men and women. For years she's kept this attraction hidden away from everyone, including herself, but it refuses to be denied any longer. Now to satisfy her craving for female companionship she's started masturbating to lesbian porn online. The situation only gets more intense when her husband, Daniel, discovers her secret and catches her red handed. Could this be the end of their marriage or a whole new beginning?
Excerpt:
I was right on the verge of an explosive orgasm when the sound of someone clearing their throat rang out right behind me. I froze, two fingers buried deep inside my pussy as I clicked on the little red x in the upper right hand corner to close down the site. I knew I’d already been busted but I couldn’t bear the thought of facing my husband while the three women continued to fuck each other in the background. It just seemed worse somehow.
I stayed put, waiting for my husband to explode. Instead of the explosive outburst I expected, he bent down next to my ear and whispered a question so softly I had to strain to hear him. "Did that turn you on?"
How was I supposed to respond to that? Wasn’t the answer rather obvious? I kept my gaze focused straight ahead, on the now blank screen, and prayed for the floor to open up and swallow me whole.
"Do you do this a lot? Sneak off and masturbate to porn online?"
I could only nod in response, wondering why he seemed so calm about the whole thing. I wanted him to rant and rave, almost craved it. The relaxed tone of his voice seemed totally out of place with what he’d just walked in on. If our roles had been reversed I wasn’t sure I could down play it the way he was.
"Is it just girls or do you watch guys too?"
Oh God, each question seemed more degrading than the previous one. It was just more than my fragile self-esteem could take. I whipped around in the chair, coming face to face with my hubby in the dimly lit study. Our faces were only inches apart but where I expected to find disgust and anger I only found interest. He looked truly curious about what I was doing and why. Confronted with that attitude I couldn’t help but answer. "Just women. The other stuff doesn’t interest me."
He reached out and stroked my cheek, holding my face tenderly in his palm. I kissed the center of his hand and sighed. "I’m so sorry. I don’t do this to hurt you."
He cocked his head to the side. "I believe you. Why don’t you tell me why you do it though?"
There were no words to express how I felt when I watched the women together. I didn’t even try. In absence of a response he threw out another question.
"Do you just like to watch or do you imagine yourself in their place? Do you think you'd like to have another woman go down on you? Would you want to go down on her too?"
I gasped as he spoke aloud what I'd been dreaming about for months. I felt like my mind was wide open and he was pulling out my every fantasy to examine. I pulled away and glanced downward, staring at the carpet beneath my feet. There was no way I was going to answer such a loaded question.
He took my chin in his hand and forced me to look him in the eyes. "I’ve seen the way you look at other women when we go out together. You try to be sneaky about it but sometimes you get this dreamy look on your face when you see a female you're attracted to."
I pulled away, collapsing back against the chair in surprise. I couldn't believe he'd noticed what I'd tried so hard to hide.
"You study them, stare at them. I can see you undressing them with your eyes. Are you wondering what they look like naked or what they taste like? Does the thought of being with another woman excite you?" He hesitated just a moment before asking his next question. "Are you tired of me already?"
I jumped, shocked that he had come to such a conclusion even as I understood why he would ask. "No, I love you. You’re my husband. I took our wedding vows very seriously. I still do. Till death do us part and all that."
"Then why sneak in here every night?"
I shook my head. "What else am I supposed to do? I pointed to the computer. "I couldn’t exactly tell you about this could I?"
His eyes widened in surprise. "And why not?"
My reply was immediate. "What do you mean why not?"
"I mean exactly that. Why couldn't you tell me about this fantasy of yours?"
"What kind of wife would that make me if I woke you up in the middle of the night and told you that I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be intimate with another woman? That I want to be with another female so bad it haunts my thoughts all day and night? Is that what I was supposed to do? How would you have reacted to that?"
He smiled softly. "Am I reacting badly now?"
"No and that’s what scares me. You should be throwing a fit. Ranting to the heavens and threatening me with a divorce. You shouldn’t be so damn calm and understanding."
He nodded emphatically. "Yes I should be. I'm your husband and you're my wife. We're supposed to handle things together. You shouldn't have to keep secrets from me, especially where sex is involved."
Other authors in the book include:
Jacqueline Applebee; Neve Black; M. Christian; Jolie Du Pré; Amanda Earl; Jeremy Edwards; Rowan Elizabeth; Emerald; Michael Hemmingson; Jolene Hui; D. L. King; Keeb Knight; Randall Lang; Ashley Lister; M. Millswan; Claudia Moss; Alicia Night Orchid; Karmen Red; Rick R. Reed; TreSart L. Sioux; Donna George Storey; Tawanna Sullivan; Sage Vivant; Lara Zielinsky; Donna George Storey; Tawanna Sullivan; Sage Vivant
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(Nominee and finalist for a GCLS Goldie award for 2010 in Lesbian Erotica)
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Lesbian Erotica
Four rising stars of women's erotica come together in this sometimes funny, sometimes heartwarming, and totally engaging collection of stories about women who love women.
Beth Wylde
After nearly twenty years, Olivia runs into her first love, Aleesha. While time seems to fade as they reunite, Olivia isn't sure passion could possibly have survived. It takes a surprising discovery at home to convince her to find out for certain if she's gotten better with age.
Excerpt:
"Come on in." I led her into the living room, pausing in front of the couch. "Would you like something to drink or maybe a snack? I could fix us something real quick."
Aleesha shook her head and stepped forward until our bodies were just inches apart. "I wouldn’t mind something to eat, but you won’t find what I want in the kitchen. I’ve already got her standing right in front of me."
Oh, my God! We’re going to go at it right here on the floor. While I tried to pretend her comment hadn’t rocked me to the core, she reached out with one hand and touched my cheek,
stroking her fingers lightly down my face. I expected her to stop there but she continued downwards instead. As she traced over my neck and paused just above my breasts I thought I might just embarrass myself and come without any sexual stimulation whatsoever. I don’t think I’d ever been so turned on in my life. "Please tell me I’m not dreaming." I didn’t realize I’d said that out loud until Aleesha smiled and moved in for a kiss. Her lips grazed against mine, her minty breath ghosting over my mouth as she answered. "This is no dream, but it’s definitely a fantasy. One I’ve been having for a long time." There was no further conversation. She grabbed my hips in her hands and jerked me forward the last half inch, pressing our bodies together from head to toe. It was like being thrown into a raging inferno. Every part of my anatomy was on fire. My nipples hardened into painful buds, my clit swelled and begged for attention. My toes curled in my black flats and my hands itched to yank off her clothing, throw her on the floor, and dive between her thighs until she came so hard she screamed my name. I wanted to do her every way humanly possible, and then some. Reading was beyond my capability at this point. Our lips met and my thought process came to a grinding halt. I expected it to be like our kiss earlier in the day but there was nothing gentle in Aleesha’s assault. She went right to the heart of the matter, her tongue thrusting in and out as she added more pressure and even a hint of teeth. I groaned and she nibbled harder, pulling back and dropping to her knees. Her hands found their way up my thighs and I trembled as she urged my legs apart. "God, I want you. I planned to take things slow. Just a quiet evening alone catching up on all that we’d missed in each other’s lives, but I don’t think I can play this casual. I need you too much. Tell me that this is okay with you." I could only nod in response as her hands slid higher, pushing up my dress and exposing the little black panties I’d picked out just for her. "Holy shit." She grazed one finger over the nearly see-through crotch. "I don’t know whether to thank you or spank you, but those panties are definitely inspiring some wicked thoughts." She moved her finger away and reached around to squeeze my rear, her eyes focused on me like a starving man at a banquet. "Take off the dress and turn around. Please?" She said the last as an afterthought, too far gone to really think her words through carefully. The forceful tone didn’t bother me at all, though. In fact, I found it extremely exciting. Also includes stories by:
Alessia Brio, Yeva Wiest, Jolie du Pre
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Caught in the Act
Beth Wylde
Samantha has always enjoyed fantasizing about both men and women. For years she's kept this attraction hidden away from everyone, including herself, but it refuses to be denied any longer. Now to satisfy her craving for female companionship she's started masturbating to lesbian porn online. The situation only gets more intense when her husband, Daniel, discovers her secret and catches her red handed. Could this be the end of their marriage or a whole new beginning?
Excerpt:
I was right on the verge of an explosive orgasm when the sound of someone clearing their throat rang out right behind me. I froze, two fingers buried deep inside my pussy as I clicked on the little red x in the upper right hand corner to close down the site. I knew I’d already been busted but I couldn’t bear the thought of facing my husband while the three women continued to fuck each other in the background. It just seemed worse somehow.
I stayed put, waiting for my husband to explode. Instead of the explosive outburst I expected, he bent down next to my ear and whispered a question so softly I had to strain to hear him. "Did that turn you on?"
How was I supposed to respond to that? Wasn’t the answer rather obvious? I kept my gaze focused straight ahead, on the now blank screen, and prayed for the floor to open up and swallow me whole.
"Do you do this a lot? Sneak off and masturbate to porn online?"
I could only nod in response, wondering why he seemed so calm about the whole thing. I wanted him to rant and rave, almost craved it. The relaxed tone of his voice seemed totally out of place with what he’d just walked in on. If our roles had been reversed I wasn’t sure I could down play it the way he was.
"Is it just girls or do you watch guys too?"
Oh God, each question seemed more degrading than the previous one. It was just more than my fragile self-esteem could take. I whipped around in the chair, coming face to face with my hubby in the dimly lit study. Our faces were only inches apart but where I expected to find disgust and anger I only found interest. He looked truly curious about what I was doing and why. Confronted with that attitude I couldn’t help but answer. "Just women. The other stuff doesn’t interest me."
He reached out and stroked my cheek, holding my face tenderly in his palm. I kissed the center of his hand and sighed. "I’m so sorry. I don’t do this to hurt you."
He cocked his head to the side. "I believe you. Why don’t you tell me why you do it though?"
There were no words to express how I felt when I watched the women together. I didn’t even try. In absence of a response he threw out another question.
"Do you just like to watch or do you imagine yourself in their place? Do you think you'd like to have another woman go down on you? Would you want to go down on her too?"
I gasped as he spoke aloud what I'd been dreaming about for months. I felt like my mind was wide open and he was pulling out my every fantasy to examine. I pulled away and glanced downward, staring at the carpet beneath my feet. There was no way I was going to answer such a loaded question.
He took my chin in his hand and forced me to look him in the eyes. "I’ve seen the way you look at other women when we go out together. You try to be sneaky about it but sometimes you get this dreamy look on your face when you see a female you're attracted to."
I pulled away, collapsing back against the chair in surprise. I couldn't believe he'd noticed what I'd tried so hard to hide.
"You study them, stare at them. I can see you undressing them with your eyes. Are you wondering what they look like naked or what they taste like? Does the thought of being with another woman excite you?" He hesitated just a moment before asking his next question. "Are you tired of me already?"
I jumped, shocked that he had come to such a conclusion even as I understood why he would ask. "No, I love you. You’re my husband. I took our wedding vows very seriously. I still do. Till death do us part and all that."
"Then why sneak in here every night?"
I shook my head. "What else am I supposed to do? I pointed to the computer. "I couldn’t exactly tell you about this could I?"
His eyes widened in surprise. "And why not?"
My reply was immediate. "What do you mean why not?"
"I mean exactly that. Why couldn't you tell me about this fantasy of yours?"
"What kind of wife would that make me if I woke you up in the middle of the night and told you that I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be intimate with another woman? That I want to be with another female so bad it haunts my thoughts all day and night? Is that what I was supposed to do? How would you have reacted to that?"
He smiled softly. "Am I reacting badly now?"
"No and that’s what scares me. You should be throwing a fit. Ranting to the heavens and threatening me with a divorce. You shouldn’t be so damn calm and understanding."
He nodded emphatically. "Yes I should be. I'm your husband and you're my wife. We're supposed to handle things together. You shouldn't have to keep secrets from me, especially where sex is involved."
Other authors in the book include:
Jacqueline Applebee; Neve Black; M. Christian; Jolie Du Pré; Amanda Earl; Jeremy Edwards; Rowan Elizabeth; Emerald; Michael Hemmingson; Jolene Hui; D. L. King; Keeb Knight; Randall Lang; Ashley Lister; M. Millswan; Claudia Moss; Alicia Night Orchid; Karmen Red; Rick R. Reed; TreSart L. Sioux; Donna George Storey; Tawanna Sullivan; Sage Vivant; Lara Zielinsky; Donna George Storey; Tawanna Sullivan; Sage Vivant
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(Nominee and finalist for a GCLS Goldie award for 2010 in Lesbian Erotica)
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Four rising stars of women's erotica come together in this sometimes funny, sometimes heartwarming, and totally engaging collection of stories about women who love women.
Beth Wylde
After nearly twenty years, Olivia runs into her first love, Aleesha. While time seems to fade as they reunite, Olivia isn't sure passion could possibly have survived. It takes a surprising discovery at home to convince her to find out for certain if she's gotten better with age.
Excerpt:
"Come on in." I led her into the living room, pausing in front of the couch. "Would you like something to drink or maybe a snack? I could fix us something real quick."
Aleesha shook her head and stepped forward until our bodies were just inches apart. "I wouldn’t mind something to eat, but you won’t find what I want in the kitchen. I’ve already got her standing right in front of me."
Oh, my God! We’re going to go at it right here on the floor. While I tried to pretend her comment hadn’t rocked me to the core, she reached out with one hand and touched my cheek,
stroking her fingers lightly down my face. I expected her to stop there but she continued downwards instead. As she traced over my neck and paused just above my breasts I thought I might just embarrass myself and come without any sexual stimulation whatsoever. I don’t think I’d ever been so turned on in my life. "Please tell me I’m not dreaming." I didn’t realize I’d said that out loud until Aleesha smiled and moved in for a kiss. Her lips grazed against mine, her minty breath ghosting over my mouth as she answered. "This is no dream, but it’s definitely a fantasy. One I’ve been having for a long time." There was no further conversation. She grabbed my hips in her hands and jerked me forward the last half inch, pressing our bodies together from head to toe. It was like being thrown into a raging inferno. Every part of my anatomy was on fire. My nipples hardened into painful buds, my clit swelled and begged for attention. My toes curled in my black flats and my hands itched to yank off her clothing, throw her on the floor, and dive between her thighs until she came so hard she screamed my name. I wanted to do her every way humanly possible, and then some. Reading was beyond my capability at this point. Our lips met and my thought process came to a grinding halt. I expected it to be like our kiss earlier in the day but there was nothing gentle in Aleesha’s assault. She went right to the heart of the matter, her tongue thrusting in and out as she added more pressure and even a hint of teeth. I groaned and she nibbled harder, pulling back and dropping to her knees. Her hands found their way up my thighs and I trembled as she urged my legs apart. "God, I want you. I planned to take things slow. Just a quiet evening alone catching up on all that we’d missed in each other’s lives, but I don’t think I can play this casual. I need you too much. Tell me that this is okay with you." I could only nod in response as her hands slid higher, pushing up my dress and exposing the little black panties I’d picked out just for her. "Holy shit." She grazed one finger over the nearly see-through crotch. "I don’t know whether to thank you or spank you, but those panties are definitely inspiring some wicked thoughts." She moved her finger away and reached around to squeeze my rear, her eyes focused on me like a starving man at a banquet. "Take off the dress and turn around. Please?" She said the last as an afterthought, too far gone to really think her words through carefully. The forceful tone didn’t bother me at all, though. In fact, I found it extremely exciting. Also includes stories by:
Alessia Brio, Yeva Wiest, Jolie du Pre
