Sasha White

TROUBLE will be releasing in August, and I am super excited. I know LUSH just came out, and I should concentrate on promoting that one, but Trouble is coming!!

Why am I so excited?

Well, Trouble is one of my Berkley books, which means it’s a bit edgier than my Aphrodisia’s. This one in particular is all about female sexual fantasies. Okay, not allabout them, but when the hero of the story tells the woman “I’ll make you a deal, if you tell me all of your fantasies, I’ll make them come true.” she’d have to be a complete idiot to turn him down.

The other reason I’m so excited?? Because KARL is in it. Yup, those of you who have read Bound might remember Karl. He;s the biker/Dom that Katie meets, and explores a little with. He’s the hero’s best friend in Trouble. (And for those of you who don’t know about my case of lust for Karl Urban, Karl is based on him. The Blond Eomer version from LOR, but with stubble, not beard. LOL )

Oh, and then Wicked will be out next January. Wicked is all Karl. *drool* Yes, I had a very good time writing his story.

Lush’s sales are doing great, adn I want to Thank everyone who’s baught a copy. I truly appreciate it!

Last week I did a reading and book signing at Audrey’s books, a lovcal bookstore. The day before I’d asked for suugestions on scenes from Lush to read, and Chapter 16 was suggested, yet I read this chapter. I think I got the right one though…Right Danette?

15
Dominick

I should probably put Mia to bed and leave. It would be the gentlemanly thing to do; after all, this was our first real date. Only I didn’t care if was our first or our fiftieth. I didn’t want to leave her.

After picking her up I went down the short hallway to the bedroom, and settled her on the middle of the bed. With slow gentle movements I removed her clothes, noticing again the butterfly tattoos. One on the outside curve of her breast, the other larger one on the inside curve of her hip. She was like those tattoos; hidden to everyone except those she chose to trust.

Sure you could see butterflies, but not many people got to touch one.

Touch … I resisted the urge to play with the jeweled silver ring hanging from one nipple and wondered, not for the first time, why only one nipple? Why hadn’t she pierced them both?

When she wore only her panties, the thought of leaving occurred again - maybe do the knight in shining armor thing - but then I thought of her waking up alone. After what she’d said, and meeting her family, I just couldn’t do it. She’d had a rough night, and I wanted to make sure tomorrow was a better day for her.

So, I stripped down and climbed into bed next to her. It’s not like I’ve never spent the night before, he reminded himself.

I reached out and placed a hand on her soft belly, and sighed when she curled into me automatically. The heaviness in my chest lifted and I knew I was a goner. For once in my life, a woman felt completely right in my arms.

I tightened my hold. She belonged there.

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Today, Friday the 13th, is my first day blogging at the new Passionate Prose Blog I’m talking about what makes me feel sexy…drop by and tell me what makes YOU feel sexy!

A short time agao, Saskia Walker (The author of the other half of KINK) and I were asked to interview each other!! Check it out right here at RED LIGHT BOOKS

Danette did a reader review for LUSH yesterday, and then today has a quick interview with me posted.

And my stint at Access Romance’s TELL TALE is almost over, so if you’re interested in where some of my stoires come from…Check it out here

Happy Friday the 13th!!

Check out Chapter 2 from Principles of Lust ~ LUSH anthology

Zach desperately wanted to have one of the cold beers waiting patiently in his fridge when he got out of the shower, but he knew it would be a mistake. He was already on edge after being tempted by Teal’s unspoken invitation, and alcohol would only weaken his control.

Instead, he toweled off and padded through his bedroom to the walk-in closet. He pulled on his favorite black leather pants, the ones that were worn and comfortable, already broken in. The ones that always put him in the right mind-set for a scene.

Bare-chested and bare-foot he went to the living room where he turned on the sound system that was wired throughout the house. The dulcet tones of the saxophone filled the room and he settled into the comfortable lounge chair near the patio. Closing his eyes on the view of the Saskatchewan River as the sun set behind the skyline, he concentrated on his plan for the night.

Deep breaths in through the nose…out through the mouth. An image of the sexy and enticing Teal Jamison emerged behind his eyes and he ground his teeth together. No matter how seductive she was; she was too aggressive for him.

She had a palpable sexual aura that made him want to strip her down and tie her up so he could explore her to his heart’s content. But as he’d worked in the gallery, he’d seen her assertive nature come more to the fore each day. While she was still immensely attractive, he knew they wouldn’t fit.

To his way of thinking, aggressive women rarely had it in them to completely let go. To let him pamper, spoil, or play with them. They always wanted to fight for control of the relationship, in the bedroom and out of it. And while he enjoyed power exchanges, power struggles weren’t his thing.

He breathed deeply again, focusing on the beating of his heart, slowing it to a heavy throb that settled in his groin as his body recognized the ritual. In his mind he saw the room in his basement, a slim soft female blindfolded and strapped to the lovingly crafted X-cross. He saw himself step closer, brace his hands on the cross and lean in, dipping his head. The view switched and he saw the eagerly parted lips just beneath his, the same plump, luscious lips that had taunted him only hours ago at the gallery.
Zach’s eyes jerked open and he cursed.

His heart was pounding, his cock was aching, and a small trickle of sweat ran from his temple. He shook his hands out, rolled his shoulders and resettled himself deeper into his chair.

Forget about Teal, he chastised himself. She’s not for you.

A short time later the heavy chime of doorbell sounded and Zach opened his eyes, ready to begin. With smooth movements he got up and strode to the front door. He pulled it open and frowned at his curvaceous blond visitor.

“Hello, Jenna. I’ve been waiting for you, and you know how I feel about being kept waiting.”

“I’m sorry, Master.” Jenna cast her pretty blue eyes down and clasped her hands together in front of her, waiting. “How can I make it up to you?”

A familiar hum of pleasure rolled over Zach as Jenna stepped into the room. He closed the door and turned to see her standing still and straight. Her body tense and eyes glowing with an eagerness that tightened his groin.

“Let’s go downstairs, shall we?” Zack held out his hand, gesturing for her to go first. She’d been to his home before so Jenna knew which door led to the basement, his playroom.

She sashayed down the steps, her movements slow and deliberate, knowing that he enjoyed watching her move. Jenna was a dancer at one of the many downtown nightclubs. Both beautiful and intelligent, she teased and taunted men for money and used that money to pay her way through veterinary school. She didn’t come to him for romance; she came to him because he gave her what she needed–relief from always being in control.

And they both enjoyed the way he did it.

She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and waited for him. He pointed to the sturdy wooden bench with the padded leather top that stood in the far corner and she quickly made her way there. “Prepare yourself, Jenna,” he said over his shoulder as he reached into the cabinet next to the bottom of the stairs.

After he’d retrieved the toy he wanted and inserted the batteries into it, he made his way over to her. She was naked by the time he reached her, having made quick work of her clothes.

“How do you want me, Master?”

“On your stomach.”

She stretched out on the padded bench, and he began to work. The sultry jazz music filled the silence as he ran his hands gently over her body from stem to stern. She expected a spanking for being late. It was a reasonable punishment that they could both find pleasure in as well, but one of the best ways to assert the top position, or power position, was to do the unexpected. So when she was trembling with anticipation, he bent her left leg at the knee and had her grip it in her left hand.
Then he bound it there with soft hemp rope.

He repeated the same thing with her right side and stepped back to admire the view. “What do you think, Jenna?” he asked.

Jenna turned her head and looked in the strategically placed mirror. Her cheeks flushed and she licked her lips. “Lovely, Master.”

He had to agree. The picture of her curvaceous form, naked and restrained, was very appealing. But the look on her face, the flush in her cheeks and the slight glaze to her eyes…that was what made the image truly lovely.

Zach reached for the vibrator he’d set on the nearby table and went to stand at the foot of the bench. “Keep your eyes on the mirror, Jenna.”

From where he stood, he could see her pretty pink pussy, spread wide and wet. He tested her with his finger, closing his eyes and losing himself in the feel of her silky warmth. His mind started to drift with the music and his body responded. Hot blood flowed south and his cock stiffened as he continued to tease her.

He inserted another finger and searched for the hard button of nerves with his thumb. Her cunt tightened around his fingers and she panted, her whimpers echoing through the room, blending with the music.

“Please, Master, let me come. Please.” The husky voice went straight to his groin.

“Not yet,” he murmured.

Zach pressed his hips against the bench, reveling in the slight pressure. He let go of the toy in his other hand, concentrating instead on the skin-to-skin sensation. With his eyes still closed, he reached out with his empty hand. He cupped her full bottom, squeezing it and running a finger teasingly down the crack there while he pumped into her faster with his other hand.

It wasn’t enough. He removed his fingers and used his hands to press her thighs further apart. Leaning forward, he opened his mouth and tasted her. Tart juices coated his tongue and he proceeded to lick, suck and eat at her until she was rocking wildly against him and crying out with pleasure.

When her cries subsided and her body shuddered gently under his hands, he pulled back and opened his eyes. He hadn’t planned to eat her to orgasm. Hell, he hadn’t planned to eat her at all. She’d been late and the plan had been to tease her, keep her on the edge of orgasm without pushing her over until he was sure she couldn’t take any more. But the scent of an excited woman had gotten to him. He’d closed his eyes, breathed it in, and couldn’t help himself.

With a glance at Jenna’s shining satisfied face in the mirror, he suddenly knew why. When he’d closed his eyes, the image in his mind had been of Teal bound and naked on that padded bench.

Zach looked down at Jenna. With a suppressed sigh he reached out and undid the hemp knots and released her. He was still hard and throbbing behind the zipper of his pants, but he had no urge to take her.

He knew it then. He was really in trouble.

Y’all know that song right? “I love man a man with slow hands. I want a lover with an easy touch…”

Anyway, one thing that I find very erotic is the feel of a mans hands against my skin. Thier skin is always slightly rough, and it scrapes so deliciously… and since I tend to be an impatient wench, I really like a man who doesn’t let me rush him.

Zach, the hero in the first story in LUSH, THE PRINCIPLES OF LUST, is a finish carpenter, and oh baby…he knows how to use his hands….

Take a peek at THE PRINCIPLES OF LUST.
Chapter One

With less than a week until Lush’s opening day, Teal Jamison didn’t have 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.

“Lookin’ 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 eyes 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 setup, 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, even 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 lovin’ 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 whomever, 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 laying on a nearby stool, then 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 good night 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 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, Teal 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 10 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 past 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, 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 cooperated. 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 did find was a flyer with the words: “House of Sin. You are going to hell.” glued to her front door. Slightly creeped-out, and tired of her own thoughts, she’d called her longtime 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 whatsoever 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-styrofoam 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 friend’s 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 mean to tell me you’re gonna go home to Doug after handling all these and not want to try out this position?”

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.”

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Sorry Folks, no HNT today. The writing cave has me in it’s grip.

However, you can visit me at The Good, The Bad, and the Unread where I’m talking abotu Threesomes I’ve written.

Pssst: There’s an excerpt too.

Those who are easily shocked should be shocked more often.
Mae West

I love this saying, and it’s very forward in my brian as I work on WICKED right now. Since it’s deadline crunch, and that’s really all that’s going on in my life, I’ll give you a little tease from the WIP. :)

WICKED

Lara was already at the pool table when Karl entered the pub. He stood and watched her from a distance for a few minutes. She was playing her opponent more than the table. Bending, stretching and smiling flirtatiously.
Her tight leather vest plumped up her cleavage deliciously, and her short skirt showed off legs that every man in there wanted wrapped around his waist. No, she was no sweet submissive miss — but she was a naughty girl through and through. One who was willing to try anything once.
When she flipped back her hair, bent over, and sent the eight ball into the corner pocket with a sure stroke, he stepped forward with a small smile. “Nice work.”
She winked at him as she tucked the bills from the edge of the table into her hip pocket. “Thanks. You wanna play?”
He couldn’t hold back the images that flooded his mind at that invitation, and he grinned. “Oh yeah, but not pool. Let’s grab a seat.”
He pointed to a booth near the back corner and they headed toward it. When she slid in one side, he fought his natural urge to slide in next to her, and settled in across the table. The waitress was there immediately, smiling at him and bending over the table to give him a good view down her little tank top. “What can I do for you tonight?”
“Lara?” he asked.
When she ordered a cola, he ordered a beer and sent the waitress away with a lazy smile.
“Do women hit on you everywhere you go?”
He slouched back in his seat and raised an eyebrow at her. “Do men hit on you every where you go?”
Her husky chuckle filled the air between them and a knowing look passed between them. They were a lot alike.
“You don’t like to play pool?” she asked.
“I do, but there are other games I’d rather play with you. Ones that will help us get to know each other better.”
She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling, her smile wicked. “Do you really want to get to know me better, or do you just want to fuck me?”
What did he want from her? He didn’t bother checking out the cleavage displayed so temptingly before him, he knew she was sexy. Instead, he gazed into her eyes, searching past the spark of desire there, seeing the walls she’d built to protect her thoughts, and he wanted to knock those walls down. He wanted to know what lay beneath the surface.
And he wanted to bend her over and sink his cock in deep.
“Both,” he told her. “I think you and I can embark on a journey together — a very pleasurable one.”
Tilting her head to the side she narrowed her eyes at him. “Stop talking like a lawyer.”
“I’m talking like a Dom, sugar.”
She sat back, surprised. “A Dom? As in, tie me up and spank me?” Well that explained a lot.
“Something like that, yes.”
The waitress arrived with their drinks and Lara watched as he handed over cash, tipping her heavily before sending her away with an absent smile.
A Dom.
Damn, that sorta sucked, she’d been looking forward to having that delicious cock of his buried deep inside her. She hadn’t had a good hard fuck in way too long, but she wasn’t into being spanked.
“I don’t know,” she said, shaking her head slowly. “I am not a submissive person.”
“I think you might surprise yourself. You enjoyed sucking my cock the other night right?”
His small smile was starting to irritate her. “Yeah, but that’s not a submissive thing. Men are ruled by their dicks. If I can rule the dick, I can rule the man. That’s not exactly a submissive way of thinking is it?”
“So you got no pleasure from hearing my groans of pleasure, or words of praise? No satisfaction in feeling my cock throb against your tongue as my come filled your mouth?”
His words filled her head, clouding her thoughts as the memory of the other night filled her mind. His hand in her hair, his cock in her mouth, his voice being the only thing she heard beyond the pounding of her own rushing blood as he growled his satisfaction.
She’d swallowed for him. Something she’d never done before. More than that, he was right, she’d enjoyed then whole thing. Walking away from him then had been a point of pride she’d paid for when she was alone in bed with her vibrator.
She’d never shied from a challenge before, yet Karl’s words didn’t feel like just a challenge. They felt like a … request? She gave herself a mental head slap. Did it really matter? She wanted him, and she would try anything once.
So she straightened her spine, thrust out her breasts and boldly met his gaze. “Do I have to call you Master?”
“Why don’t we start with something simple?”
“I’m ready when you are.”
His voice lowered. “Are you wearing panties?”
Adrenaline surged through her. “Yeah.”
“Take them off, please.”
She started to slide out of the booth only to be stopped by his foot blocking her way. She glanced from the black boot to the man across the table, her forehead wrinkling. “Excuse me?”
“Stay here and take them off,” he commanded softly. “You proved the other night that you were adventurous when it came to taking risks in public, this should be nothing to you.”
He was right — it was nothing. So why was her heart suddenly pounding so hard it vibrated through her chest?
Without bothering to think about it, she shifted forward on her seat a little and reached under the table. Keeping her eyes locked on him, she slid her fingers up her outer thighs and under her denim skirt. She planted her feet on the floor lifted her hips and tugged at the elastic until the thong slipped from between her cheeks and down her legs.
Bunching the lace in one fist she felt the damp proof of her excitement against the palm of her hand, and pride zipped through her.
“Can I get you anything, sir? Another beer?” The waitress stood at the edge of their table, eyeing Karl.
Deliberately, Lara put her hand on the table between them, and opened it up, offering Karl her panties. Karl smiled his approval and reached for them while he spoke. “No thank you. I have everything I need for now.”
Lara tried not to smirk as the waitress stomped away. When she saw Karl lift the bundle of lace to his face and inhale, her moment of satisfaction faded into a blur of uncertainty.
“You smell wonderful,” he said. “Already turned on, are you?”
“Yeah.” She shrugged. Trying not to let him see just how effected she truly was.
“Yes,” he said.
“Yes, what?”
“When I ask you a question, I’d like you to answer clearly. Yeah, isn’t a proper answer.”
“Okay.” She nodded, feeling like a chastened child.
“Okay isn’t acceptable either.” His body didn’t move, but the energy around him shifted. Becoming almost palpable in it’s force as he stared at her. “Clear communication is essential, Lara. So is honesty. You always have the right to say no, or stop, at any time, and I will honor your choice. But you have to be clear. Yeah and okay imply uncertainty or disinterest, and that does neither of us any justice.”
Her nipples ached and she squeezed her thighs together. He wasn’t touching her, and his words weren’t particularly dirty or sexy, but her body was reacting in a big way to his tone of voice.
Pushing the heady clouds of lust away from her brain she focused on what he’d said. “I can say no at any time?”
“Yes.”
“But aren’t I supposed to do whatever you say?”
“Only if you want to. That’s what makes the power exchange of D/s so potent. It’s a free exchange, one that is meant to give us both what we need.”
Need. She nodded, even though she didn’t really understand what he was saying. She’d understood she could say no at any time, and that was all she cared about at the moment. Need was flooding her pretty damn fast and she hoped he was going to do something about it soon.
Oh hell, he wanted honesty. She licked her lips and leaned forward. “I need you to fuck me, and soon. Is that clear enough?”

Secret Thoughts:Erotique was born out of the online monthly free magazine I used to publish. The eZine was full of stories and artciles abotu writing, adn sex, and erotic art…but it took a lot of work. SO when my other writing started to suffer, I gave up the eZine, and decided to go the short story collection route.

If you visit my blog often, you know I love to write short stories and flash fiction. I have three pieces in the collection, one of them you probably know since it used to be on my webiste as a free read, one some of you MIGHT know because I think I put it in the eZine about two years ago, and the third one, a completelt new one that no one has seen, not even my critique partners. LOL

ANyway, for today, I’m gonna tease you with a small bit form DIARY OF A VIRGIN, and hope you’ll be ready to pick up SECRET THOUGHTS:Erotique when it goes on sale tomorrow!!

Teaser:
I sat next to him and wondered what to do next. Before I could get myself too worked up, he turned towards me, placed his arm along the back of the couch and let his fingers play with the ends of my hair. He just smiled at me and my mind began to race.
Where do I start? I want to get my hands on him. And my mouth, maybe a small nibble or two as well.
It felt like I’d let some animal loose inside me, one that’d been tied up for too long. Just thinking about seeing his cock up close for the past hour, thinking about touching it, licking it, sucking it had made me so wet I worried that a stain might show through my jeans. God, I can’t wait anymore.
As if he read my mind, his hand quit playing with my hair and reached to cup the back of my head to pull me in for a kiss. That was what I call a kiss. A tangle of tongues and heavy breathing, both his hands gripping my head, changing the angle and titling it back so his hot mouth could gain access to my neck. My hands gripped his shoulders, trying to get us closer but I couldn’t seem to get close enough. So I stretched one leg over his and pulled myself onto his lap and nibbled on his neck, his earlobe.
Oh yeah, that felt good.

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.

J.J. Massa is another author whose writing hits me every time I read it. No matter if it’s one of her werewolf stories, her cajuns or her male- male romances, every story hit’s the bullseye with emotion, and heat. So ofcourse, I had to get her in on Secret Thoughts:Erotique as well. Here’s what J.J has to say;

I love writing erotica because I have a need to tell the WHOLE story. I love finding two people and following them in the oldest dance—who gives, who takes? It’s so intimate and yet we all do it, one way or another. It’s fascinating to me. Male/Male is exciting whether in a BDSM or D/s relationship, or simply two men, looking for someone to be with. A touch, a smile, will it be accepted? Rejected? Is it forbidden? Ohhh, the angst! I love every second of it. And that’s why I think Secret Thoughts says it all—erotica is someone’s secret thoughts in action.

So, without any further ado:

Office Politics
J.J. Massa

“One moment, Miss Carson, and I’ll…” I faltered, cleared my throat. A slight tapping on my desk had caused me to swivel away from my computer monitor and look up. My new boss, Mr. Weaver, was standing there, arms crossed, golden eyebrow raised as he shook his head side to side. “I’ll check his schedule, ma’am, because I know he’s not in right now.” That was a fine line, of course. If he were truly in, he’d be at his own desk, not mine, right?

Mr. Weaver gave me a nod and a wink, approval. I’m almost ashamed to tell you how good that felt. My chest actually puffed out. No shit. I couldn’t help it, not even if I wanted to. I smiled back.

“He’s good, Jack!” The other man’s voice took me by surprise. It was Fred O’Neil, head of acquisitions. I hadn’t even noticed him. Jack Weaver had that effect on me. “Now, if only he had better legs and bigger tits,” the asshole chortled. “You know, while he sat on your lap and squirmed?” he snickered as the two men passed my desk and walked into Mr. Weaver’s inner sanctum.

I turned away, every bit of my face warm, right up to the tips of my ears. What an image, me on Jack Weaver’s lap. Oh, man! I had to adjust myself, shifting in my chair.

My fingertips were gripping my stiff cock, trying to find a comfortable position, when a heavy palm landed on my shoulder. Oh, god! It could only be… I tipped my head back just slightly. Yep, it was Mr. Weaver. I groaned inside, humiliated.

“Mark, I can tell that O’Neil’s comments made you uncomfortable. Step into my office when he leaves, would you please?”

My hand dropped uselessly to my leg. I couldn’t speak and just nodded. The grip on my shoulder tightened a little and then fell away. I didn’t move, waiting until I heard the muted footfalls, the door open and close, then laughter from the inner office.

Caught like a fly on a pin. Shit, shit, shit! My head dropped forward to the LCD of my monitor. God, I was so busted, so humiliated. Guess he’s got me pegged now.