Sexy Excerpts: ‘Toy Story’

Betty got on the bus. There was no one on it except a woman and her daughter. The girl held a bunch of balloons and kicked a shopping bag in her enthusiasm. Betty smiled to herself thinking the mother and daughter had been last-minute Christmas shopping, and their bag was full of toys.

Betty would have a new toy too.

Every year at midnight, Betty and Owen opened their first Christmas gift together. Owen gave her a new sex toy as an appetizer, and they opened the rest of their gifts in the morning.

But Owen was away on business. That, however, did not stop her Romeo; he had been away before and had her toy overnighted to her.

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The Shop Girl – An Erotic Story

Cole walked past the window of the lingerie store, and saw the women who worked there were dressed sexily with some of the items for sale. But it was the saleswoman next to that store, in a bookshop quietly tucked into the empty street corner, who was far sexier to him than any other woman. He saw her while going home from work nearly every night. Now, she was in the window, with her long hair managing to spill out of the severe bun it was pulled into. She wore glasses with cat’s eye frames and had delicate vintage embellishments adorning her work clothes.

He was a bibliophile, but he got nervous going into that bookstore. Cole was sure she would notice he was awkward around her. He adjusted his glasses, and looked into the store but knew he could not go in because, well, what would he say to her?

One day, on his way home from work, he saw her in the window of the fancy lingerie store. She fingered every item with care, but he noticed that she was trying on pantyhose, the kind with dots and seams up the back. Nice, he thought to himself and then looked away. It was dark and he did not want to be seen looking.

He went to the coffee shop-cum-bar down the street, and looked up at the menu board. The sight of her legs in those seamed tights stayed with him as he surveyed the menu. The store had a smattering of people in it, but his heart stopped when the door opened.

There she was, the shop girl.

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The Story Begins ― An Erotic Story

The part that was the strangest to her was that she had not seen his eyes. That was uncharted territory for her…

The theme for the cocktail party was masquerade. Odile had one of her many little black dresses, topped with a decadent black mask that she got at a vintage shop. A man wearing a tuxedo without the bowtie, and a gorgeous mask that covered two thirds of his face appeared next to her.

What she saw made her want to see more of him…(read more here)


Guy was happy that his wife had come along with him on this business trip. Being away from her was hard, especially since they were newlyweds. Waking up in the morning every part of them entangled including their toes, made him even harder then he was already when he woke up. He kissed her mouth, because he could tell by the flutter of her eyes she was feigning sleep. She woke up like Sleeping Beauty when he kissed her hard nipples, and her wet pubic hair…but when he kissed her little toe and sucked on the curled nub like it was her clit, Annette gasped loudly. He knew she loved him sucking her toes. He drew her leg up on his shoulder, and he saw the sudden wave of her labia when she came. With every intention of making his wife come again, Guy pulled her by her leg because he wanted to be inside her. Wanted to be inside…(read more here)



Sexy Excerpt: ‘The Last Stop’

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Leona looked down at the star-shaped cut on her finger, against the emptiness outside of her train window. The emptiness was France outside of Paris. Just wide areas of green, and people living their daily lives. She ran her tongue over the cut she got from opening his cuff link …

Sinking back into her seat, she held her cell phone like a magic wand and closed her eyes. According what she could decipher from the train’s announcements using her limited French, the train was running late. Leona almost did not want to go back to the United States. If she was stuck here, she could just go back to Paris …

…and him. (read the rest here)


What’s On The Menu?

When you go out to a restaurant, you go with people or alone. You know what your food allergies are if you have any, and most certainly what you like to eat! You would not order steak tartare if you like your steak well done, without even a suggestion of blood. Why is it any different when it comes to sex? If you know that you don’t like certain activities — or are pretty sure that you will not like them — you do not have to try them. (read more here)


Guest Blog: The Suit Fetish… *Swoon*

The suit fetish…

I was on the train listening to a friend talk about her fetish, which fell into my your kink is not my kink category. But I was genuinely interested in listening to her talk about it. I liked her passion, particularly the reverent way she described how she felt about certain aspects of it…and it was there that I made the connection.

On the train as a teenager, I always got excited at the Lower Manhattan stops because I liked seeing men get on in suits. When I graduated college and started working, I developed a crush on a man primarily because of how well he wore a suit. He knew how to wear a suit like his own skin,  even when he went into his office, took off his jacket and flipped his tie over his shoulder. From him, I learned what a man’s tie says about him in relationship to his attire. Details are very important to me: (bow)ties, suspenders, vests, cufflinks, handkerchiefs…these all enhance my experience.

Needless to say there was a great deal of suit action while Mad Men was on the air, along with retro and vintage fashion which I am also obsessed with! But seeing Don Draper in a suit with his stern face, and oh…the hat! Sunday. Night. Made. Honestly, when he was not in some variation of suit—jacket on or not—my interest was not as piqued.

Suits are a reoccurring theme in my writing. (read more here)



A Romantic Evening with Madame Robbe-Grillet, the Legendary French Dominatrix

French Institute Alliance Française (Fiaf) in New York City opened the third year of its Sex and Seduction series with Catherine Robbe-Grillet, the 86 year-old dominatrix who was recently featured in a Vanity Fair interview. The rare appearance by the Madame, who was coined as a modern day by Marquis de Sade by Toni Bentley in her Vanity Fair article was an event indeed. Bentley spent time with Robbe-Grillet and her companion Beverly Carpentier in France, while working on her article and served as the evening’s moderator.

The talk was preceded by a screening of the Lina Manneheim film, The Cérémonie, which gave a glimpse into Robbe-Grillet’s world as a dominatrix. After Madame Robbe-Grillet wanted to get right to the q & a session, assuming the audience knew all about her already, or had a good idea of what she was about. But she obliged to take time to give a little background on her life as a dominatrix.

“What I do is more eroticism. Eroticism is in the mind, there is no age limit to that,” (read more here)



Sexy Excerpt: ‘Clementine’

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Clementine had not even allowed herself to think about him in her most secret thoughts. But three gin cocktails in, she was no longer so controlled. Alex was taken, but she could not resist anymore in her uninhibited state, half lying on a glorious love seat at the vintage bar. She could not resist the idea of parting her knees. In fact she did so, right there. The softness of her own skin-to-skin contact sent prickling waves of excitement to her core.

She got up from the love seat, practically stumbling she was so drunk with imagined desire. Clementine ran her hand over her hip, and let it move up slowly to caress her side breast. Her fingers trickled over to her nipple, and she caressed it just once. To anyone looking, it looked like she was fixing her dress.

“You’re gorgeous,” The man walking toward her a few moments later declared.

Clementine wondered if he saw her touch herself a moment ago…(read more here)



BDSM Writers Con: ‘A kinky writers’ fantasy come to life’

Did you know that BDSM writers have had their own conference for a number of years? F. Leonora Solomon reports back from this year’s gathering in New York for ETO…

Walking through the lobby of the Doubletree by Hilton hotel, I approached a staircase that warned me that there was a private event for adults only and to use the bathroom nearby on that level. I knew that I was not in Kansas anymore, but New York City for the BDSM Writers Conference.

The conference is the brainchild of Dr Charley Ferrer, who developed it to help facilitate the exploration of all aspects of BDSM for writers, readers and anyone who is interested in the subject. Ferrer is the author of several books, and an avid reader herself. I heard her speak at an RWA-NYC (Romance Writers of America) chapter meeting, and loved her perspective on the lifestyle. She is charismatic and knowledgeable, and I was eager to see how the event would unfold.

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kinkly_logo_352x102There was a gaggle of sex shops in the area of town where they were, and ironically there were not a great deal of shoppers considering it was Black Friday.

Lina and Terrence were both happy that they had the day after Thanksgiving off. They both had high-stress jobs, and looked forward to having some down time together.

And they planned to make the most of it.

Lina’s phone was their power tool. She had a series of email-only discounts that they planned to take advantage of. When they walked into the store, they were greeted by several employees who wanted to help them, but holding Terrence’s hand, Lina quietly led him to the curtained off area section to show him her choice. 

His eyes were wide and beaming.

“You want that?!” Terrence said.

Lina smiled. “I have imagined what I can do with it.”

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