This is the last of four extracts in my Erotic Myths & Sexy Tales boxset. Desires on Kiska is book 4 of these standalone paranormal erotic novellas, and I thought I'd share with you a little scene in which the two ice goddess sisters encounter each other, leaving the poor human caught in their tangled web completely oblivious of it. I think it's pretty clear that these two are not the closest of siblings!
I had begun writing erotica at the request of someone else, several years ago. I did as I had been ordered, not knowing what to expect, but the interesting thing was that I discovered that, over time, it began to free me – from my life, from expectations placed upon me, and most importantly, from myself. And I discovered that I wasn’t too bad at it, and that I enjoyed it! Yet I was beginning to feel displaced. Did I want to write about the sexual as something disparate and standalone with no context and no feeling? Did I want to write about the erotic at all? Why was I doing so?
I can feel your body giving in to my fingers, the way they probe the contour of every bone. I can hear your breath grow heavy when I circle my fingers right in that sensitive part of the dip between ribs and hips. When will you open the door?
My sexy threesome, publishing-wise, has been developing for quite a while, bubbling away, leaving me more and more desperate to let them release themselves onto readers' devices and bookshelves. This is what's going on with me right now...
My project for this year's NaNoWriMo is The Threesome, a trilogy which I have been planning for a number of months. This book series began life as an erotic dream which, excitingly, included me. It went something like this...
Anaïs Nin's Little Birds is an erotic short story collection which has been sitting on my shelf for some time, patiently waiting for me to discuss it in some detail. As you might know if you've been reading my blog for some time, I am a real Nin fan. While she's often thought of and referred … Continue reading Recommended read: Little Birds
There’s something about every room I wander into that excites me, makes me aroused, just as if the softest of paintbrushes was running over my flesh, brushing the tips of my nipples with its tender sable. I have to slip my hand beneath my top and touch them through my bra to check, the feeling is so convincing. There they are, erect and willing me into each room, this feeling of arousal spreading, brushing my belly into knots and transferring the feeling between my legs as I realise what it is that affects me so: it is the smell of you.
I love the readers of my blog, I really do. Without you, I would be throwing my naughty words out into the ether and hearing crickets. So, what can I do to repay you for coming back, over and over, to devour more of my licentious offerings? Well, I'll tell you what I've done... I've … Continue reading Cover Reveal: Carnal (an erotic short story collection)
She felt the Devil, long before he asked her to dance. Vivid dreams left her writhing, waking and finding herself on her stomach, breasts rubbing against the sheet, fingers already straying between her thighs. He took her in these night-time visions, claiming her, from her burning lips to her fiery cunt, growling against her flesh she would always be his, her desire the flames that licked his feet in supplication. She always awoke as he penetrated her – with his cock, his eyes, his dominance – and it left her dripping with molten need.
The silk trails up the side of my neck and I offer myself up to its motion. Over my throat, and up against the side of my face, fluttering over my forehead until I hear my own moans at its touch. The aroma of his shower gel fills me as his hand brushes my face, and my eyes close as his skin brushes my lips. They chase the touch, not recognising that the silk has covered my eyelids until it pulls tight round the back of my head.
I don’t want to make an idiot of myself, but my chest is lurching. I don’t know if I can cope with it; not knowing, not seeing. His chest presses up against my shoulder blades; his cock is hardening inside his jeans, pressing against the top of my backside. The thought of it makes my heart bang. The movement of his cock is so mesmerising to me that it takes a moment to notice he has my arms up above my head.