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Guest Leigh Clark with Lapiz Lazuli
Lapiz Lazuli – The Leigh Clark Collection
From fetishistic and rough, to sapphic or sweet, this anthology of eight hand-picked dirty stories spans the whole erotica range.
If stories of frantic, sensual lovemaking excite you, Lapiz Lazuli is guaranteed to grab your attention. These short stories explore the sensual delights of sex; whether it is a quick romp in a hallway, the caress of a razorblade, the helpless sensation of rough sex or a furtive public holiday experience, arousing accounts and unabashed tales of kinky sex await!
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Lapiz Lazuli
The day’s first customers were a pair of forty-something women, sisters from the look of them, one heading for the airport after a visit—you can always tell out-of-towners by their clothes. I was still pinning on my ‘Caroline’ badge when they walked in. Nobody calls me Caroline but it’s company policy to have full names on badges—I’m Carrie to my friends, I made their skinny macchiatos and half-listened in to them as I continued setting the counter up for the commuter rush.
“It was lovely to see you,” said the one with the city clothes. “But it will be nice to have the place to ourselves again.”
Out-of-town sister scowled. “I didn’t realise I was such a bad guest.”
“Honey, you’re not. But tonight, me and Tom … well, we want our privacy.” Town-sister played with a chunky lapis lazuli and silver ring on a chain around her neck. She looked good for her age, and happy with it.
Out-of-town smiled. “After six years, are you two still romping?”
“Six years last month and still spending as much time in bed as out of it. Look what he gave me for our anniversary.” Town sister held out the ring.
“Very … pretty.”
I could tell out-of-town was as unimpressed as me. Cheap gift or what?
“The chain’s platinum,” said townie, looking smug. “But the ring … now that’s the best gift I’ve ever had.”
She so wanted her sister to ask why, and I so wanted to hear the answer, that I nearly asked her myself.
“Why?” said out-of-town.
“Well …” town-girl leaned over the table and I had to strain my ears to hear. “I wouldn’t tell anybody else this, but I’ve always told you everything … I like a little pain with my pleasure. Know what I mean?”
Out-of-town looked puzzled, but I knew what she meant, did I ever!
“You know!” Town-sister blushed. “A little slap, a little bite, something to push you over the edge into …” She put her hand on her chest, fingers splayed, and threw her head back, panting. It was a pretty good impression of orgasm I’ll admit – very When Harry Met Sally. Now her sister blushed and laughed.
Town sister continued, “Well Tom doesn’t like to hurt me, but he sure likes to make me happy, that kind of happy. So this ring, see, with all its bumps and lumps? Well when I wear it around my neck, Tom knows that the same evening I’m going to slide it onto his finger and he’s going to press it against my …” she paused and lowered her voice even more. “… my love button, when we make love.”
Love button! It was all I could do not to laugh out loud. Did people still talk like that? But I looked at that ring, with its deep blue knobbly surface and imagined how cold it must be, and how hard, and my knees became so weak I had to hang on to the counter.
The sisters left, chatting and laughing, and the morning coffee addicts began to roll in, but I didn’t forget what I’d heard.
That weekend I took Doug shopping at the Flea Market.
“What are we doing here, Carrie?” he asked, looking at the stalls. But I’d already seen what I wanted on a table laden with semi-precious stones and costume jewellery. A big ring, with a greeny-grey, nubby, softly-contoured stone that the seller told me was moss agate. It fit Doug’s middle finger perfectly.
May 7, 2012 Tags: erotica
Category: Guest Bloggers 1 Comment 
There’s an app for that…
Ladies, have you been doing your kegels? Don’t know what that is? Here’s a hint: all the heroines we write who love to clench tight on their hero’s throbbing shaft – it’s that muscle. I promise all our heroines are exercising that muscle regularly, even if we don’t give you details about their exercise routines!
I’m indebted to Charlie Glickman, however, for posting yesterday about a new cell phone app called Kegel Camp to coach you through keeping that muscle strong and limber – and not just for the ladies, either. Longer, stronger orgasms for both sexes, firmer erections for men – what’s not to like?
While you’re at it, if you like erotica and erotic romance, I highly recommend following his blog. There’s a war going on out there, being waged by politicians who want to regulate want we can read and what we can do with our bodies. Charlie’s part of the counter-attack.
But back to exercises that improve sexual enjoyment – here’s another muscle you should be working out regularly: your smile muscle. Did you know that when we engage the muscle that makes our smile reach all the way up to our eyes, our brain releases endorphins? You know, those feel-good brain chemicals that reduce pain, improve mood and give us a pleasure buzz. You can read more about the benefits of smiling at this LINK. Smiling improves longevity, too – and I’m all about living a longer, happier, sexually fulfilled life!
May 6, 2012 Tags: hot sex after fifty, sex
Category: Toys Etc. 5 Comments
Guest ~ Kerrianne Coombes
Today we’re thrilled to welcome Kerrianne Coombes, here to share her steamy new release, Beauty and the Beast!
Thank you so much for having me on your blog, Adriana.
I am so happy to be here to talk about my new release, Beauty and the Beast—The Demon Tales book 1. I just loved writing this book, and I cant quite believe that the time has come where I can share it with you all! Happy wiggle
I picked out a couple of lines today that I think are really poignant within the story, and I want to share them with you, and then I will give my reasons as to why I picked them.
“I don’t want to go home.” She spoke on a small voice, her tone stifled by the warring thoughts inside her head.
“Well, where do you want to go?”
Cally looked up and found herself trapped again by his stare—a butterfly pinned on a collectors’ board. Cally shrugged,
This moment in the book is very important to both Cally and Brigg. They are in this situation neither of them can control. Their heads are full of worry, but there is this undercurrent of passion brewing. This scene is the first time both of them feel a little off kilter. Brigg is a strong, bitter, hard faced demon. And Cally is gentle and shielded from life.
This moment is electric and sexy—even though neither of them can work out why. For me, this was the moment I realized just how explosive these two would be together.
BLURB
When Princess Callindra of Tempath, wakes up hog-tied and bruised in the bowels of hell, she realizes that her plan to escape her up-coming marriage has gone horribly wrong. Her only hope of escape comes in the form of Brigg, cursed Rain Demon and bitter, human hating bastard. But beggars can’t be choosers.
When Brigg finds himself in possession of a human and a horde of angry demons desperate to get her back, he flees. When he realizes that she is the daughter of the witch that cursed him and his family, he believes that he has finally got the opportunity he has been hoping for. The only thing he must decide now is what is more important to him, the reversal of the curse, or revenge?
Neither one are prepared for the flame that ignites between them. But will the spark be enough to break to the curse that holds them apart?
EXCERPT
Brigg walked back to the castle and opened the heavy wooden door. He was utterly shattered. His muscles burned from running but his mind was still filled with Cally. No matter how hard or fast he had run, he couldn’t clear her from his thoughts. He had waited until he was sure she was asleep before he came back.
What was he going to do tomorrow? Lust was so heavy in his body, it burned and urged him—even when she was nowhere near.
The moment his feet set down in the hallway, Brigg’s attention was drawn to the library. A dull, but cozy light shone out from the gap around the door and Cally’s scent hit him hard. She was still up? Can’t a demon catch a break? His feet took him to the library door with no conscious thought other than…
Mine.
His heart-rate picked up and throbbed in his ears. He grabbed the door handle and yanked the heavy dark oak back. Cally sat in the middle of the room on a large leather chair, on her lap sat a big, leather-bound book. Clearly startled by his entrance, she jumped a little.
“Brigg!” Her eyes wide, she watched him as he stood in the doorway. He was unable to move, struck dumb by the image she made sitting the chair, holding the big book—looking all sleepy and sweet. “Are you ok?” She frowned and then set the book aside. She dropped her elegant legs to the floor and stood up. She was wearing his shirt, the one that he had loaned to her, but she no longer had the baggy trousers on—and Brigg couldn’t look away from the creamy flesh on display.
She had beautiful, shapely, feminine legs, and as she moved closer, he could see that her skin was smooth. Fuck! He wanted to taste her. His head pounded and his chest drew tight. She was a vision, an image plucked right from his dreams. Many a time—before the curse—he had dreamed of such a beauty being his. She would look at him with a soft expression, just as Cally did right now. And he would take her in all the ways he craved. But he was no longer that young Rain Demon, the young demon with smooth skin and a face as human as hers. He was a beast, an ugly monster who didn’t deserve the look of interest Cally was flashing right now. He let out a low growl. Cally stopped moving, her eyes flaring wide.
That’s it, human, be scared of the Beast.
“What are you doing awake?” The growl still sat in his voice when he spoke, and he wasn’t surprised to see Cally swallow visibly.
“I-I couldn’t sleep.” She took another slow step in Briggs direction, all the while she watched him as if he might run, or attack. Brigg stayed perfectly still, aware that the moment he allowed his body to move, it would go in her direction. Everything inside him homed in on the Princess. The Beast, the Rain Demon—it all focused on Cally and her bare flesh and bright eyes. The closer she got, the harder his beast was to control.
“Stop, Human.”
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May 4, 2012 Tags: erotic romance, paranormal romance
Category: Guest Bloggers 2 Comments
