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Showing posts with label fiction. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 3, 2021

 

The holiday season is barrelling down at us. May I humbly recommend books as fabulous gifts? They always fit, after all!

Depending on what kinds of books your friends and family like, I'd like to think I've got you covered.

Do you like sexy romance with lots of adventure?

The Blood Wings Series (Dracula's Secret, Dracula's Desires, and Dracula Unleashed) are the darkest of my books. There are intense scenes of both hot sex and fight scenes.  They are also multicultural and GLBTQ-friendly.




 
 
 

Less dark and more James Bond-like is Curse of the Spider Woman. This is a story with shapeshifters and the Greek Gods. Set against the backdrop of the Greek financial crisis, this story brings two former lovers together again.
 
 
 


 
 
 
Or do you prefer sexy short stories on a variety of topics? Again, multicultural and LGBTQ friendly, I have Linda Mercury's Naughty Notes. Full of short stories and poetry, this book is wonderful to read aloud to your romantic loves.
 
Do you like gentle, woman-power, magical realism that take place in small towns? My co-author and I, Shea MacLeod write a series called The Dream Factory! The third book will be called A Dream of Words and will be out in early 2022. These books are all-ages appropriate and filled with hope. 
 



Or do you dig non-fiction? That will be the next post!


 
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Wednesday, September 18, 2013

What else have I got in my bag of tricks?

How about a little...



 FOREPLAY

     Can I lose it with you?  We're kissing, hard, your tongue sliding around in my mouth, sucking on my lips.  I'm biting at you, nipping and sucking.  Your mouth is hot and wet, sweet with your spit and desire.  I start moaning and thrusting my hips at you.  You grab my ass and pull me in closer.  I wrap one leg around your hips and keep pumping against your jeans.  I'm losing it ‑ I'm clutching at your hair, biting at your neck and ears.  Will you let me go where I need to go?  Or will you stop me with a "Hey, that hurts."?  I suck your skin into my mouth, harder and harder.  I have to know ‑ will you stay with me, let me ride this heat until I can come?  Or will you chicken out before the sheer force of my need?  Or maybe I'll chicken out before you get where you need to be?  It's obvious this is not going to be some sweet, gentle session of lovemaking ‑ we both want it too much.

     You're biting my shoulder, ripping at my buttons.  We fall against the wall, thumping our bodies hard into each other.  You pull my hair, forcing my head back, not letting me escape your clever sharp mouth.  I feel my lips swell, my pussy growing slick with need.  I rub harder against you.  You bite harder, and grab my breast.  You squeeze, and push, and pinch.  I squeal, and I can feel my clit expand, my hood retracting.  I rip your shirt, and grab your nipples, hard.  I try to bend my head to bite them, but you still are holding my hair.  I groan protestingly, and you grin.  "You want something?" you tease me.  I growl and twist your nipples.

     "Give it up, give it to me," I snarl.

     "No."  You twist us, slamming me up against the wall.  You catch my hands with your one free hand and force them up under my chin.  You work your crotch into my spread legs.  I rub against your erection.  "No," you repeat, "you give it to me.  I'm not losing anything until you do.  I'm going to be here a nice long time." 
 You pull my hair harder, bumping my head into the wall.  I barely feel it.  You're kissing me again, not letting me take over.  I struggle, loving the feeling.  I adore it ‑ I can let go, lose control, take what I need and so can you.  We're feeding off of each other's slipping control.  Forced into taking what I need, instead of using the easy way out ‑ yeah, I've been wanting this for a long, long time.  Your hunger is just as greedy as mine ‑ you want a shivering, responsive partner ‑ not just one going through the motions.

     You bite my neck, hard.  I scream, my voice running up the scale of pleasure and excitement.  I buck my hips against you.  We're dryfucking, faster and faster.  We're moving fast and sloppy now, demanding as much sensation as we can milk out of each other.  I'm struggling to free my hands, wanting to rip your shirt to shreds, to feel your skin and mark you with my nails.  You force me back down. I refuse to relax and let you move me as you would.  You bite my cheek, my jaw.  I snarl again, snapping my jaws at you, trying to bite back.  You still have my hair in a fierce grip ‑ I'm not allowed to reach you.  I finally free a hand and I grab your hair, the long toffee colored strands tangling in my fingers.  I drag your head closer to mine.  Who gets to top?

     "Yeah, come on, give it to me," I whisper.  "I wanna fuck you."

     Your lips peel back from your teeth.  "Maybe I wanna fuck you,"  you hiss.  "Yeah, you're gonna be mine tonight."  

     I freeze and lick my lips.  The idea of you doing that to me delights me.  I shudder and my hidden lips spread wider.  My tongue snakes out, trying to touch yours.  You see my eyes soften and feel my body start to strain towards you instead of away.  You give my hair a yank.  "You gonna give it up that easy?" you growl.  "I thought you were gonna fuck me?"  Your lips curl in a sneer.

     My hand tightens up in your hair.  I yank you away from me.  My lips curl right back.  "I ain't giving anything away ‑ what you want, you're gonna have to take."  

     You grin wickedly.  I grin back.  I know what's in store for me.  

Tell me your favorite kiss!

Monday, September 9, 2013

A little fan fiction for your day.

A friend of mine once asked for a dirty story between Catwoman and Batgirl. I threw in a little Nightwing, just for the fun of it.

I don't own these characters. I just want to play dolls with them.



Batgirl in Bondage
                                                    

            “Oh, hell.”
            Batgirl rattled the bars of the human sized bird cage one more time. She’d lost her footing and fallen from the rafters while spying on the Penguin. The fall knocked her out, but fortunately her pride was the only thing hurt.  Unfortunately, that wasn’t helped by being locked up in this cage just barely tall enough to stand up and turn around it. She couldn’t stretch at all.
            He’d also taken her belt, leaving her with only a hairpin to attempt the sturdy lock.
            It wasn’t going anywhere, either.
            A rustle in the dark told her she wasn’t alone. She peered into the gloom.
            A shadow whooshed overhead. A flash of blue and black had her sagging against the bars.
            “Nightwing,” she breathed.
            Strong legs flexed as the former Boy Wonder landed in front of the cage. “Don’t worry, Batgirl. I’ve have you out of there in no time.”
            He reached for his belt, but before he could pull the lock picks from a pouch, bolos wrapped around his body. He dropped to the floor with an uncomfortable sounding thud.
            “Oh, I don’t think so, young ones,” a feline voice called from the corner. “I have plans and escape is nowhere on that list.”

           “Catwoman!”
            “What do you want?”
            They called out at the same time.
            The click of high heels heralded the burglar’s approach. Unusually enough, Catwoman’s usually modest full body suit was unzipped down past her breasts.
            Well shaped and generous breasts, Babs noticed, starting to sweat a bit. She discreetly tugged at the collar of her own costume.
            “What do I want?” she asked, her hips swaying with each casual step towards the captured pair. “To get my rocks off.”
            Nightwing shifted, but not before Babs could see a betraying bulge grow in his briefs. Oh, the bird had the hots for the cat, did he?
            Great. All those times she’d sparred with him in her jumpsuit with no panties and he never noticed. Fine. She could handle that. But Catwoman? What did she have that Babs didn’t?
            It wasn’t fair.
            Catwoman’s green eyes flicked over the man, lingering at his green briefs. But her gaze quickly settled on Bab’s breasts. “I set my trap just for you, pretty bat, not the harbinger of spring.” She stepped over Nightwing and with a move too fast even for Batgirl to follow, cuffed Bab’s wrists to the bars of the cage. Babs shook the thick plastic, but they held steady.
            Helpless.
“He might be a nice dessert, but you are my dinner.”
            With that, the beautiful, bad, bold, sexy woman ran her gloved hand down Bab’s  hip. Shivers followed the hot touch. Thousands of forbidden dreams raced through Batgirl’s head. All the times she’d been treated to a view of Catwoman’s luscious behind as they chased her over the rooftops, or saw the jiggle of breast under vinyl. Had all those been a long, calculated tease for her? Someone saw her as desirable instead of just a sidekick’s sidekick?
            Seduced, Bab’s body swayed closer to Catwoman’s insidiously gentle touch.
            “Hey, let her go!” Dick protested.
            Catwoman nudged his ribs with pointed toe of her boot. “And keep you, instead? You think you are fooling anyone?”
            Nightwing hissed at the contact, but his gaze never strayed from the view of feminine hands on Batgirl’s body.
            Catwoman snapped her fingers, drawing his attention. “If, and only if, you are very good, you will be allowed to complete your arousal. You are here only by accident. The Penguin was supposed to keep you and Batman too busy to try to ruin my plans for the evening. But since you are here…” she shrugged. “You get to watch me get what I want from the treasure you so ignorantly disregard.”
            With that, she found the hidden center zip for Bab’s costume and drew the tiny metal tab down, down, down, past her breasts, past her navel, all the way down to the top of her panties.
            By now soaked panties.
            Even aroused beyond all telling, Babs knew who touched her. Selina Kyle’s distinctive blue eyes blinked at her behind that sexy cat burglar mask. She blushed, remembering how the older woman had flirted with her at the Policeman’s Ball earlier in the week.
            Full lips curved in an amused smile, Selina peeled the fabric away from Bab’s body, exposing her bare breasts to the cool night air. Her pink nipples puckered and lifted. Shivers of embarrassment made her breasts swell even more even as Babs hid her face in her shoulder.
            Long fingers traced the curve of Bab’s breasts. Dick’s groan echoed against Selina’s purr. A satisfied smile crinkled the corners of Catwoman’s red painted mouth.
“Pretty. Very pretty.”  Then those red, red lips descended and enfolded a begging nipple.
The sucking sent scorching lines of arousal down Bab’s body, from nipple to clit to mouth to nipple again burning her until even the backs of her knees felt aching and sweaty. Her cunt pushed against the seam of her costume.
An unexpected hiss opened Bab’s eyes. A quick glance down showed her Nightwing wiggling next to Selina’s boot, his lips busy on the other woman’s thigh.
With her free hand buried in Dick’s hair, Selina wrested him away from her own body. Making him crawl on his knees, she forced him over to the cage and shoved his face into Bab’s crotch.
“Make her cum, clever bird. Let’s see what happens when you both finally get what you want.”
She couldn’t help it. Babs lifted her legs and braced them against the bars of the cage, letting Nightwing have his fill of her pussy. Frustration at the lack of proper friction moved her hips hard as his lips moved.
            “Tsk. Hold on,” Selina said. A final tug of the zipper, and Batgirl’s costume hung free, held in place only by the cuffs and her boots.
            “Oh, sweet God,” Bab’s moaned as Dick’s tongue darted into her wet, slippery cunt. He moaned and slurped just like a man enjoying a delicious meal. Selina’s mouth went back to work at Bab’s nipples.
            Arousal never felt like this when she was alone in bed, dreaming of bodies against her. The muscles in her lower body clenched, curling her pubis tighter and tighter as the orgasm wound its way up.
            Then somehow Selina managed to reach her hand around Bab’s ass and shoved fingers in Bab’s aching vagina, tipping her over the edge.
            A scream pulled her throat back as the orgasm exploded again and again, sending her muscles into spasm. As the shudders loosed, she hung in the cage by her wrists. Pleasure warred with sadness. Surely Catwoman would let them go now, and Babs would be alone again.
            “No worries, little bat,” a voice whispered in her ear.
            Babs opened her eyes. Catwoman stood naked in front of her and Nightwing. “I’m nowhere near done.”
            A bit more pushing and shoving and Catwoman had Nightwing’s erect cock poised at Bab’s gate. Limber as one of her cats, Selina climbed the cage, her wet pussy just inches away from Bab’s mouth.
            “Now, fuck her. Fuck her until she can’t see straight.”
            Eagerness clear even under his mask, Nightwing shoved his cock hard into Babs. And how did he fit! A slight upward curve to his penis made Dick’s strokes a perfect hit against the sensitive spot on the top of her vagina. Even with his arms still bound by the bolo’s ties, he managed to set a grueling pace.
            “And now, to repay your Mistress for the favors,” Selina whispered. “Pleasure me.”
            Thousands of hours of fantasies of pussy didn’t measure up to the reality of Catwoman’s salty quim riding Bab’s tongue. As curved hips snapped against her face, Babs heard Selina talking.
            “Oh, yes, the two of you belong to me, now, don’t you?”
            Babs vigorously nodded – anything to keep this pleasure going.
            Dick gasped out, “Yes, Mistress.”
At their compliance, Selina grabbed Bab’s head and demanded, “Then make me cum all night, you good slaves.”
Many hours later, when Batman finally stopped the Penguin, he backtracked his way to where he’d lost Batgirl and Nightwing. Under his cowl, his eyebrows rose to his hairline. Selina, Dick, and Babs lay in a sweaty, naked heap on their discarded costumes. Dick and Babs flanked Selina, both of them half asleep with a nipple in their mouths and drowsy fingers rubbing her clit.
Selina looked up from her pile of love slaves and said, “What kept you? I expected you twenty minutes ago. Get over here.”
         
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What fan fiction do you like?  What characters in popular fiction make your tail twitch?