Today I’m writing sexy office story. Not exactly The Secretary, but one that is just as hot. Yes, writing it is making me hot. *g*

Not only is it a good way to learn what your body likes, but it’s a good way to learn what your secret soul wants too. I mean, I fantasize when I masturbate, don’t you? So what do you fantasize about? Is it something you might actually try some day, or maybe just someone you know?

Plus, it’s sexy as hell.

If you doubt that masturbation is sexy, then try doing it in front of your lover. Or have them do it in front of you. A favourite scene off mine is a mutual masturbation scene in My Prerogative. But for this post I think a scene from PRIMAL MALE is better suited. Read on, and see just how sexy masturbation can be.

Drake woke up with a killer hard-on. Not the normal, half-hard lazy kind either. Before he even opened his eyes he was aware of the hot blood filling his dick and making it throb to the beat of his heart. Without thought he palmed his shaft and began to stroke. There was no soft touch, no gentle tease. His grip was firm and his strokes sure as he pumped his fist up and down. Everything was centered on his groin and pre-come oozed from the slit at the tip. His thumb skimmed over the top and he gasped at the sensation that ripped through him.
The image of Melissa filled his mind. She was on her knees in front of him, her lips wrapped around his cock, her nails digging into his naked thighs as she worked him over. She’d be good at it, he knew it. Her wide eyes looking up at him as she cupped his balls, her tongue swirling around the head, her lips shiny and slick as they moved up and down his shaft. It was too much for him, the sight of her, the feel of her, the sensations as fire rushed through him and pooled in his cock. He was going to explode.
His fist tightened and he focused on the ridge under the head. He was whole-handing it now, fingers curled, palm cupping and caressing the sensitive head with each stroke, tighter, faster. His chest heaved as he fought for breath and in his mind he saw his hands sink into a cloud of caramel hair as he took charge. He cupped Melissa’s head and held her still as he began to fuck her willing mouth. His cock throbbed, his back arched, and his hips lifted off the bed as a groan tore from his throat and pleasure ripped through him, spewing from his body in a hot stream that hit his chest and belly.

You’re always there for me, whenever I need you. It’s as if you sense when I am lost, and need to be found. When I am lonely and need to be held. You come for me, no matter where I am. I need you on top of me, around me, inside me. Touching, stroking, caressing … being.
There is magic in you.
And when I’m with you, it’s in me too.
Thank You.

So for today, I’m going to talk to you about something else – Fantasies, and the opportunity to live them out.

Have you ever wondered if you’d “go for it” if given the chance to live out a fantasy?

I’ve often wondered it for myself, then usually said “Yes!”. LOL My opportunites have always managed to come as a chance of luck type thing, which is why I generally go with it. Sort of a “it was meant to happen” type of train of thought.

A while ago some readers on WICEKED WRITERS loop started talking about why they enjoy reading BDSM, and if they would truly be interested in experiencing it. The conversation led to different levels of BDSM and Kink, as well as the relationships and more. Then a day or two after that, I received an email from a guy who had visited my website, and invited me to see thiers. It was very intriguing. (and sort of no such thing as coincedence ??)

Into The Attic is an amature BDSM site. Women (And I think men, get to go there, an explore their submissive fantasies. The catch? It’s videotaped.

Now, one thing I did notice in my research into BDSM previously is that the majority of submissives usually also enjoy some exhibitionism. So this might not be a bad thig for some. It was certainly a good thing for my research as I learned a lot by watching , and talking to them. (You can read more about my research at THE DUNGEON )

Into The Attic is a member site, where you watch real live submissive sessions. These are not actors, but real people. I’ve watched less than half a dozen of the film sequences with various Guests of the Attic (Each session seems to have 5 or 6 sequences,) and I’m still not sure how I feel about them.

Were they tasteful? I think they are. You can choose what part of each session you want to watch, and each session is also descrbed above so you know what you are getting into.

Each session also starts and ends with the Guest speaking clearly about what they are there for. (I’m sure that’s sort of a legal thing too) lol

Were the videos arousing to me? More to my imaginaition than my body. I think I’d enjoy it a lot more if I was writing a BDSM themed story right now – As they are nothing if not creative. I also might enjoy it more if there was a chance of myself and a partner emulating some of it…but I’m partnerless right now, so I took a more analytical view of things. LOL

Do I recommend it? Yes! I think if you have an interest in being submissive, or exploring that aspect of yourself, you should definitely check out INTO THE ATTIC. It’s very interesting.

“This anthology is raw, seductive, spine-tingling sexy and a decadent way to spend an evening. Delve into the Principles of Lust, dive into some Passion Play and appreciate some Sexual Healing at the hands of a top-notch erotic fiction writer. Readers can’t go wrong when it comes to a Sasha White tale.” – Tracey West, Road to Romance

“Sasha White’s stories are molten lava all wrapped up in spun silk.“ – Cathryn Fox, author of Pleasure Control

“Within the pages of LUSH, you will discover 3 sensual tales that will have you laughing, crying and grabbing for a fan to cool off. Ms. White does an excellent job penning these short stories to read like full length novels. The characterization, imagery and intriguing plots will keep you mesmerized until you have finished the last page.“ – Billie Jo, reviewer for Romance Junkies

LUSH…The pleasure is all yours if you’re ready to let your fantasies take control and surrender yourself to desire…

Sleek and sexy erotic art gallery owner Teal Jamison knows what she likes and isn’t afraid to let carpenter Zack Dillon know that her current fantasy features him in all his masculine glory. But Zack has a deliciously different game in mind for a woman accustomed to taking charge…

Quick to follow where passion leads, then back off when things get too close, jewelry designer Mia Jones’s sensual odyssey with singles columnist Dominick Jamison is perfect: hot, sweet, and with no risk of complications. But how long can her heart stay cold—when she’s lost in the heat of a man devoted to every forbidden pleasure her body craves?

When massage therapist Caitlyn Ellis shows photographer Jack Lowell the joys of sensual self love for the camera, he can’t resist the erotic invitation to take pleasure in her lush curves—or deny himself the hands-on ecstasy of loving a beautiful woman determined to heal his battered soul…by setting his body on fire.

All three Novellas in LUSH received the Silver Star Award Just Erotic Romance reviews.

“The Principles of Lust will make you squirm with pleasure and leave you with heart palpitations….The story line was excellent and will quickly draw readers into the characters lives. The sexual aspects of this story were divine; romantic, heartfelt, erotic and edgy all at the same time.”

“Pick up the phone, call your local piercing parlor and make an appointment! PASSION PLAY is a whole lot more than what title leads you to believe. It is an erotic joy ride of monumental proportions. Who knew piercings could be so much fun? Passion Play was so engaging, full of playful banter, raging sex and a storyline that is divinely written. ”

“Break out the camera and prepare to have a candid good time! Sexual Healing will give new meaning to the Marvin Gaye classic. What a fantastic conclusion to an erotic collection of stories. …Ms. White is a truly gifted author …”

Read the Full Review here

EXCERPT anyone? Read on.

With less than a week until Lush’s opening day, Teal Jamison didn’t have time to time to fuck around. Especially with something as frustrating as some punk kids spray painting nasty messages on the front of her building. Pissed off and stressed out about all the piddly little things that kept screwing up her plans, she strode into her soon-to-be art gallery muttering to herself only to stop dead in her tracks.
Anger turned to desire and excitement of a different sort flowed through her at the sight that greeted her. Soft faded denim stretched lovingly across perfect tight male glutes.

All thoughts of temperamental artists, inconsistent suppliers, and juvenile delinquents evaporated as she watched the man straighten from his bent over position and enjoyed the sight of a worn leather tool belt framing his ass perfectly.

Now, that’s a work of art.

“Looking’ good, Zach,” Teal purred as she dropped her backpack on the reception desk and continued in his direction. An hour or two of uncomplicated no strings naked wrestling with him would certainly take the edge off her stress level.

The carpenter ran a loving hand over the custom built mahogany shelf he’d just installed before turning to her. “Thanks, Teal, but I’m just helping bring your vision of the place together.”

“Oh, I’ve no doubt the gallery will be beautiful, but I was referring to the view when I walked in.” She winked at him and gave his impressive form an obvious once over.

His eye’s flared brightly at her brazen comment before they closed in a slow, lazy blink that made her knees weak. When he looked at her again, the heat was banked and his smile was unhurried. “Well, that’s the point of the set up right? That the view be good from every angle?”

Zachary Dillon had come highly recommended as the finish carpenter for her new art gallery and she’d made it a point to be completely professional with him. But his work for her was almost done, and she was ready to be more than his boss.

Her eyes followed his movements as he pulled a cloth from his tool-belt and wiped his hands. His rough, calloused, manly hands were large enough to hold her C-cup breasts and make her feel small. Her nipples pebbled in response to her thoughts and she lifted her gaze to his.

“I was talking about you, Darlin’.” She couldn’t help it. Flirting had always been second nature to her, man or woman, it didn’t matter, she flirted and charmed … and usually got whatever she wanted.

From the start, just being around Zach had made her blood heat and her pulse race, but she’d remained professional. Teal prided herself on always being a professional, no matter what job she was doing, but she was working for herself this time. Lush was her place. Her baby. And she didn’t want anything getting in the way of Lush’s success, especially her own libido.

Waiting until his work for her was completely done would be the smartest thing to do, but she’d had a shit day and her emotions were running high. Maybe letting herself go this once would be a good thing. One night of steamy love’n and her hormones would calm down, and she could concentrate on work again.

Yes, that was exactly what she needed.

She touched his bare arm lightly and gave him the slow sultry smile that always got her whatever, and whoever, she wanted. “You’re looking good.”

“Thank you.” His voice was a bit deeper as he shifted his weight to his other foot, taking him just out of reach. A knowing smile lifted his lips as he reached for the sweatshirt lying on a nearby stool, and pulled it on over his ragged t-shirt.

“I can’t do anything else until I pick up more varnish, so I’m done for the day. I’ll see you bright and early Monday, Teal.” He picked up an old wooden toolbox and waved to her with his other hand. “Have a good night.”

Teal said goodnight and watched him saunter away.

What the hell had just happened? She’d come on to him, in fact, she couldn’t have been more obvious if she’d stripped off her clothes and said, “Let’s wrestle naked.” And he’d walked away!

Men never walked away from her.

Her cheeks heated and she n=chewed on her lower lip. There was a definite attraction between them. She knew the spark of lust when she saw it. By investing all of her savings into opening the very first completely erotic art gallery around, she was betting her future on knowing that look.

So why would a big, healthy and attractive man walk away from a woman he desired?

A few of hours later she was working in the back room, and the question was still on her mind.

“Maybe he’s just shy.” The perky brunette said from her perch on top of a packing crate.

“No, that’s not it.” Teal shook her head and pulled the lid off the smaller crate on the table in front of her. She thought about the way Zach moved, the way he ran his hands over whatever he was working on, and a shiver danced down her spine. “He’s way too … confident to be shy. He’s quiet for sure, but he gives off this impression of restrained strength. Very strong and sexy, and completely alpha.”

It was just after ten p.m. on Saturday night and she and Brina Jo were in the spacious back room of the gallery, unpacking the first shipment of items. Teal had spent the last two hours on the phone trying to line up a cleaning crew to come and wash the graffiti off her building, but since the next day was Sunday, nobody wanted the job. She’d lined up a crew for Monday, though.

She’d been enjoying her time alone in the back room. The first bit of quiet time she’d had in a while.

When the idea for an art gallery that specialized in erotic art had come to her, she’d run with it, and that meant the gallery was pretty much all she thought about. She lived and breathed whatever job she was working when she worked it, and Lush was the most important job she’d ever had. It was all hers. Besides that, full speed ahead and complete stop, were the only speeds she knew.

Unpacking inventory in the back room was a bit of both for her. She got to work fast and efficiently, and since she was alone, she could turn off her brain for a while and just enjoy. But her brain hadn’t co-operated. Instead, she couldn’t stop thinking about a certain well-built carpenter, and fantasizing about ways to get him naked.

Until she’d heard someone rattling the locked door of the gallery.

Thinking she might catch the graffiti punks, she’d dashed through the empty gallery only to open the door and find nobody. Well, nobody with a spray can anyway. What she had found was a flyer with the words “House of Sin. You are going to hell” on it, glued to her front door. Slightly creeped-out, and tired of her own thoughts, she’d called her long time friend and newly hired assistant, Brina Jo.

By the time Brina arrived at the gallery, Teal had scraped the flyer off the door with warm water and a putty knife, and pushed it to the back of her mind. However, thoughts of Zach would not go away so she’d blabbed uncontrollably to Brina about the brick wall hitting on him had been.

“If he’s not shy, maybe he’s not interested.”

Teal snorted. “Oh, he’s interested.”

“How do you know?” Brina asked. “I mean, if he’s as distant as you say and he’s not gay, then how do you know he’s interested?”

Turning away from the crate in front of her, Teal faced her friend. “I can feel it. Whenever we’re in the same room together, the air fairly vibrates with pheromones, and it’s not just me. I’ve caught him watching me and I’ve seen the look in his eyes. He wants me, too.” Why wouldn’t he?

“What look have you seen in his eyes?” She glanced up from the clipboard she was using to catalogue the items Teal unpacked.

“The look of lust.”

Brina Jo’s eyebrows jumped. “Lust, huh? Are you sure it’s lust and not just tolerance because he thinks you’re crazy? He has been in and out of here for the past two weeks, he’s seen your moods.” “Crazy is the way your husband looks at you!” Teal threw a handful of Styrofoam peanuts at her friend. “And my moods haven’t been that bad. It’s just a bit stressful getting this gallery ready to open in less than a month.”

Brina cocked her head to the side. “Tell me again why someone with no experience in art what-so-ever decided to open an art gallery?”

“I don’t need to know art for this particular gallery. I know everything there is to know about desire, hidden and otherwise.” Teal arched an eyebrow at her friend. “That includes what lust looks like, even in its subtlest form.”

“If you’re so sure of his attraction why don’t you just ask him out?”

Teal turned back to the crate in front of her so she didn’t have to look at her friend. She hated to admit it, but even though Zach’s hard to get act just made her want him more, she didn’t want to ask him out first. It was silly, but it felt like, if she did that, she’d be giving him the upper hand. And that was something she didn’t like.

She tried to think of a way to explain that to her friend as she reached into the crate and dug past the packing. She grasped the bronze sculpture within, and lifted it out, scattering the little peanuts everywhere and her jaw dropped. “Wow.”

“You’re not kidding.” Brina Jo hopped off the table she’d been sitting on and stepped forward for a closer look. “That is…”

“Amazing,” Teal finished for her.

“That’s one way to put it. Are you really going to display it?”

Teal set the sculpture down on the table to her left. She wiped a dust cloth over it lovingly, taking in every detail. It was a couple making love. The female stretched out on her side with the male on his knees, straddling one of her legs while cradling the foot of the other against his shoulder. She was spread completely open. Her head was thrown back, her expression one of pure ecstasy. There was nothing hidden to the viewer as the man plunged his cock into her. His cock was as lovingly crafted as her sex.

Teal turned the sculpture around and found it beautiful from every angle. Every curve and crevice detailed to the point that her own sex clenched in anticipation of being filled.

“Teal?”

Brina’s voice broke the spell that had fallen over Teal and she pulled her hands away from the bronze couple. “Hmmm?”

“You’re not really going to display that in the main room?”

Teal looked at her friend. “Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I?”

“It’s very… it’s so…” Brina Jo waved her hand about.

Teal watched her friends cheeks flush as she searched for the right word. “Erotic?” Teal finally took pity on her.

Brina Jo planted her hands on her ample hips and rolled her eyes. “Yes, erotic. But blatantly so.”

“Well, that’s what Lush is for. I want it to showcase the erotic art that normal galleries think is too ‘out there’ or ‘too edgy’. I can’t call it an erotic art gallery and then hide the most erotic pieces in the corner.”

“True, but you know you’re going to take some flack for it right?”

Teal shrugged. “I’m prepared. Plus, I know that sex and sexuality is a huge part of human nature, even if some people like to pretend it isn’t. I’m banking on a lot of people getting more turned on by these things than they thought possible.” Teal smirked at her friend. “Just like you.”

“Teal!”

“What?” She laughed. “You going to tell me you’re going to go home to Doug after handling all these and not want to try this position out?”

Brina Jo’s lovely chocolate eyes glittered and she bit her lip. “That’s beside the point.”

“No, Brina baby, that is exactly the point.”

READ SOME EXCERPTS from the other stories: Passion Play | Sexual Healing

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