12 Days of Steam: Day 2

Today's story gives you a taster of what happens when a naughty elf tells her Santa Dom just what it is she does to get on his naughty list... 😉 Now she was right in front of his knees, sitting to attention and quivering away in the dress made up of lace snowflakes and that always made him hard the moment he saw her in it. As he watched her, he gave her a wink which sent her legs to jelly and everything between her thighs into a wet spasm. Then he gave a little cough and began frowning at the paper in his hand. ‘What’s this?’ He raised his eyebrows quizzically as he jabbed his finger at the first item on the list. Was that a smirk he was trying to hide?

Release day for Desire

It's release day for Desire! I would like to say a massive thank you to all those who have pre-ordered the book over the last few weeks. It's so lovely to see that readers are actually waiting for my next book to come out! I am always surprised and humbled by it.

If you haven't yet come across Desire, then here's a little bit more about this erotic short story collection, straight from the book page on the stores:

From the pen of erotica author, Ina Morata, comes another collection of tempting tales. Luscious eroticism combines with the hot and the steamy in twenty erotic and sexy tales of desires, wants and needs.
Long-awaited hot and romantic encounters, sexy long-distance conversations, luscious and lascivious hopes and dreams, and stories tinged with soulful, steamy memories and yearning, are all of this collection.

Come and spend some time between the sheets of this erotic collection and let your desires run wild...

The first time you held my hand a short story by Ina Morata

The first time you held my hand

I didn’t expect it, that slip of your skin against mine as we walked, the summertime heat leaving your palm warm. Just the slightest of touches set a spark inside me, igniting my blood; it was the way your fingers encased mine leaving me simmering with desire and an anticipation I dare not express, even to myself. You were just making sure I was safe, weren’t you? Did you know that even the smallest brush of your skin against mine set my emotions in turmoil?

If you ever... (erotica 18+)

If You Ever… (erotica 18+)

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.

Losing control: blindfolds and rope

“I’m absolutely terrified of being tied up.”

“The thought of a blindfold can make me physically sick.”

There: two things that only a very limited number of people know about me, and even less of them understand, or try to understand. Very few have watched the change in my demeanour and behaviour if I come into contact with items specifically designed to restrain, or the way I burn up and my eyes fill with tears at even the mention of a blindfold coming anywhere near me or, by extension, the very mention that it might.

Dance with the Devil (18+)

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.