Secret Thoughts- in Print!

Evil Editor Angie James has made it happen! Secret Thoughts: EROTIQUE and LUSTFUL have been combined to make one print collection. It will be released on October 28, 2008, and it’s Available for Pre-Order Now!.

Domination or submission? Menage a trois or man on man? What about voyeurism? A tease? A taste? Sink your teeth into this collection of erotica short stories from five top erotic storytellers.

Everyone has them. Those Secret Thoughts that bring forth your hottest dreams and desires. The ones you dont share, the ones that make your heart pound and your blood heat. What’s your pleasure? Kink? A lusty encounter with a stranger? Two strangers? How about man on man while you watch?

These authors draw back the curtain on your deepest, lustiest, most secret forbidden fantasies. Slow and sensuous. Or hot and hard. The pleasures all yours. Go on. Step through the curtain. You know you want to.

Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, D/s, light bondage, menage a trois, hot nekkid man-love from the naughty minds of Sasha White, Beth Williamson, JJ Massa, Laura Bacchi, S. Desires.

Read a short snippet of Connection, by ME, in the Secret Thoughts Collection:

As a go-go dancer at a busy club, I get hit on a lot. Young guys, old guys, ugly guys and gorgeous guys. You?d think they’d hit on the strippers that worked the main stage, but it seems those that only tease and don?t show everything are more attractive to the men. I don?t make as much money as the strippers do, but it’s enough. Anyway, I rarely take anyone up on it because it takes more than a pretty face, or even a big tip, to keep my attention.

Carter managed to do it though.

He’d been dropping into the club every once in a while since I started working there six months ago. He always came in alone and I would feel the weight of his eyes on me as he sat at the bar and nursed a pint or two before quietly paying his bill and leaving. At first, I tried to flirt with him, to get him to come over to me. But I never got much of a response, and he never stepped up to any of the platforms, so I backed off and tried to forget about him.

Carter’s not ugly, but he was by no means the best-looking guy I’d ever seen either. He was just your average Joe that came in for the occasional drink. Except there was something about him that called to me.

Something about the look in his eyes when he watched me, when I shook my booty for him, made my heart pound in my chest and my nipples stand at attention. So one quiet night, after I’d basically given up on him, he finally came over and asked me out for a drink. And I, of course, jumped at the chance to get him alone.

The night I was meeting him for drinks, I took special care with my preparations. A long hot shower was just the start. I shaved everything. I mean everything. My underarms, my legs, and my pussy were all shaved completely bare. I shampooed and deep conditioned my hair, and while the conditioner worked its magic I aimed the showerhead between my thighs, and gave myself a fast, intense orgasm.

It was a smart move. I needed to take the edge off my excitement or I might really embarrass myself in front of Carter.

The pampering continued until there was no doubt in my mind that I was completely sexy and desirable. I picked out an outfit that I thought would encourage my quiet date without being too trashy, called a cab, and tried not to think too much during the short ride to the pub.

The Zodiac was a neighborhood pub, full of the familiar sounds and smells that most drinking establishments have, and I was immediately comfortable when I entered the dim room. Carter was already there, in a booth near the back of the room.

“Hi there,” I greeted him as I slid my bottom across the vinyl bench.

“Elise, I’m glad you could make it.” His deep voice rolled over me, and tiny bumps jumped out on my skin. Why does he affect me so strongly? It was as if my body already knew him.

Unable to stop myself I skimmed my own hands up and down my arms, needing to feel skin touching skin. With what I hoped was a sultry smile, I leaned back in my seat and tried to concentrate on having a normal conversation.

Soon, I was engrossed in our discussion about traveling and what being alone in a foreign country could teach a person. Conversation turned to how people kid themselves about who, and what, they were and about what really made them happy.

“Knowing oneself is essential to finding true happiness,” Carter said.

As open and honest as our conversation was, I felt as if he was hinting at something I wasn’t quit grasping. Not wanting to seem like the dim dancer with no brains, I just changed the subject. Lightened things up.

“So, why did you wait so long to ask me out?” The question came out sounding very blunt, and not at all like the flirtatious query I’d intended it to be. My cheeks heated and sent hot blood humming through my veins.

Carter’s full lips titled into a sly smile, as if he could read my mind. It was almost as if he knew all my innermost secrets and desires, and was just waiting for me to realize it.

My impatient nature got the best of me, and I gave up on pretending to want anything other than the hidden promises I saw in his dark gaze. After taking a deep breath I invited him back to my place for another drink.

Carter quickly agreed.

He may have seemed quiet and mild-mannered when we were in the pub, but the minute we entered my apartment his whole demeanor changed. He took charge immediately.