Guest Post: The Beautiful F. Leonora Solomon On Food and Attraction


“She cradled it with her lips to slowly suck the thick, dark chocolate covering, before letting it enter her mouth completely.”F. Leonora Solomon, ‘Chocolate Covered’ from Chemical Sex Anthology

Chef, Ellie Masters, in my novella A Taste For Three, has a complex relationship with food. It is comfort and succour for her, as well as being sensually satisfying. I wanted to delve into this idea by inviting someone to talk about their personal relationship with food.

There was only one person I wanted to ask to do this guest post. This lady has a beautifully sensual writing style and I know she is a fellow food lover. So I asked, and she answered – “of course!” – because that’s how kind and generous she is. So without any further ado, here’s F. Leonora Solomon….

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Tantalizing Guest Blogger Tamsin Flowers Talks Money Shot and Paris!!!

It’s a huge pleasure to be here on F.’s blog today as she’s one of my favorite people in the erotica writing community—unstintingly supportive and charming beyond measure. She’s invited me over to celebrate the publication of a new story of mine in Money Shot, a new big-box bundle from Excite Spice.

The thing is, I knew from the start that F. would love this story. That’s not me being cocky—I knew she’d love Scaling the Heights because of its setting. She’s made no secret of the fact that she absolutely adores Paris, so I knew that a slice of Parisian erotica featuring two of the most iconic sites in the City of Lights would immediately appeal.

I have to say, I love Paris too. I first went there on my first grown-up holiday with my first boyfriend, and I’ve been back I don’t know how many times since. It’s the most romantic city I know, knocking Venice out of the water for my money and beating Marrakesh, Vienna, Amsterdam or any other city you care to mention. What is it about Paris that captivates? Je ne sais quois! The food, the wine, the architecture, obviously. A whiff of Gauloises on the street, that particular French shrug of the shoulder… I don’t know but I can’t get enough of it.

“The guidebook says that to truly know a city you must plumb its depths and scale its heights,” said Thomas. “I think that holds true of people, too. Plumb their depths to scale their heights…”

So what’s the story? On a luxurious trip to Paris, Roisin discovers her new billionaire boyfriend is a Dominant and wants her to be his sub. It’s a world she knows nothing about and after her first taste of punishment, she’s not sure it’s a role she wants to embrace. But Thomas is irresistible and she’s caught in his thrall like a startled deer caught in headlights. Can he prove to her that the pleasure is worth the pain on a trip to one of the city’s most iconic sites?

“The most important rule for you to remember,” he murmured, popping an oyster into my mouth, “is that I now control when and where you come. You are expressly forbidden from coming without my permission. Even when we’re away from each other.”
His wicked smile caused a tightening of muscles I didn’t even know I had and, as I shifted position, I could feel a slick of hot juices sticking me to my coat. We were sitting side by side, facing the extraordinary view, but the pressure of one of his fingers running up the outside of my thigh was doing more to play havoc with my breathing than the fabulous location.
“You have to earn every orgasm through good behavior.”
“But I…”
Underneath the table, his hand pushed the soft black fabric up my leg. I leaned back with my head against the banquette. I couldn’t fight the sensations he was stirring in me. Fingers grazing the soft skin on the inside of my thigh. My mouth drooped open, slack with longing. My eyes were closed. Who needed a view across Paris when the fireworks were all internal?
“Don’t. You. Dare.” There was menace in his voice that carried the threat of punishment.
I wanted to push his hand away because that might be the only way to prevent myself from coming right there in a busy restaurant. But I couldn’t. I was like a startled deer in the glare of the poacher’s headlamps. Thomas had me presumably where he wanted me—wanting him, wanting this to never end. Hardly caring that we were in public, that a waiter might approach us at any moment to pour some more wine or clear our plates.
I gasped at a sudden freezing sensation pushing up into the cleft between my legs, high up into my pussy.
“An ice cube?” The shock brought me suddenly to attention.
Thomas laughed as I rifled under my serviette to retrieve it.
“You needed cooling down a little.”
I opened my mouth to speak but he put a finger up to seal my lips.
“You’ve got to earn your pleasures. Don’t be a naughty girl.”
Licking chocolate dacquoise off his fingers didn’t help either. I felt so charged, so needy. Before Paris, before Thomas, I had no idea someone could set me alight like this, and I was astonished at his power over me.
“Come on,” he said, when the waiter had cleared our coffee cups away. “Let’s go outside and get acquainted with that view.”
On the restaurant’s terrace, the cool air felt like a salve and, as we savored the city from the second level of the tower, I wondered with some trepidation what the rest of the evening held in store. I wasn’t at all sure I wanted to be his submissive after the previous night’s experience. But, this evening in the restaurant, I’d never felt so sexy or so turned on. I couldn’t bear the thought of not finding out how high Thomas could take me. Through the fine fabric of the trench I felt his hand skimming my buttocks. My stomach flipped and I turned to face him so he could read the need in my face.
“Come,” he said.
He led me over to where the elevators left for the top level of the tower, another five hundred feet above us. After a couple of minutes, the lift doors opened in front of us and he ushered me into the small glass car. A woman made a move to join us but Thomas barred her way with his arm.
“Please take the next elevator,” he said.
She frowned at him but stepped back. The doors slid shut and, with a sound of grinding gears, we started to climb slowly into the night sky.
“Now we scale the heights,” said Thomas, tugging at the belt of my coat. “I’ve got precisely one minute and forty seconds until we reach the top. One minute and forty seconds to make you come.”

Money Shot is available from:
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Don’t miss Tamsin’s latest interview with Rose Caraway, and get caught up with her AMAZING serial Alchemy!

Sinful Sunday, Week 229: Butterfly Wing

I just told my friend Lana Fox that ladybugs are the only insect I let crawl on me…but I like butterflies too…

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Welcome to E[Lust] No. 73!!!

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Welcome to Elust #73

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #74? Start with the rules, come back September 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!


~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

My shame
Has E L James broken erotica?
Sex Addiction is a Scam

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Goodbye, I’m Gone
sharing my inspiration

~ Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

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All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days.

Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!


Erotic Non-Fiction

Watching you
His Vulnerability Creates Magic.
It really was a Wicked Wednesday
His First Cuckold Experience
Humiliation of an ex-Nazi submissive 53
The Pole Dancer

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Gentleman Is the Opposite of Feminist
My Criteria for Rating Sex

Erotic Fiction

The Hunt’s Spectators
Peeping Tom
By the Sea, Part 1
Have You Been Naughty?
The Ritual
Triple Dog Dare
Eye Spy
Bound For Pleasure
Daddy Wants to Play

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Dealing With A Husband Who Can’t Cum
The Menopause Diaries
Balancing the Scales
On Cheating
On language learning and sex

Writing About Writing

What I Intend When I Write About Sex
Writing Erotica as a Disabled Top

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

What else could be done with BDSM checklists?
Crafting Your Craft: Serving With Passion
Social Masochist
The Last Word
“Only submissive to someone special”

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Sinful Sunday, Week 226: The Summit

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Wicked Wednesday #166 — Crumpled

Oscar returned to his apartment in the morning, the sun was just starting to come up. Polly’s red bra was on his crumpled sheets, when he went into the bedroom.But he did not see her.

He did not expect to, what was he going to say to her? Obviously, he had overstayed his visit with Eliza. He could smell Eliza’s perfume and her skin on him, what was he going to tell Polly?

It was always easy to plan to stop loving Eliza, but it was impossible when she was right in front of him.

The first time he saw her was like a fever. The gorgeous, but troubled woman sitting at the bar. Everything was perfect about her appearance, but there was something so troubled about her. When she looked at him, he made a bolder than bold move on her, because he has had been drinking. Trying to build courage to approach her. He wanted to be uninhibited, and he was that night at the bar.

In the midst of his mind’s movie of his memories of Eliza, he remembered Polly falling asleep on him in the car heading to the airport to go to Shanghai. When he got close to Polly, when he let down his guard, which he had let down because he had wanted her. He had not wanted to shit where he slept, bit Polly was irresistible to him. He told Eliza that he did not want to be Rafe’s replacement, but she had been Polly’s, until he fell in love with her for real.

But as soon as Polly softened toward him, he knew he would not be able to resist a chance with her.

Her red bra with its delicate demi-cups that held her small breasts, was on his sheets from when she took it off before she went to bed. He had not kept a secret from her about where he was going, but he realized how fucked up it was when he stood in his bedroom.

And she was gone.

He picked up her bra, and sat on the bed.

Polly walked into the room, in one of his shirts. Unbuttoned, he could see all of her slender body. She walked slowly to the bed, pausing in front of him.

Before she could say a word, he grabbed her athletic legs and muscular bottom. She was slender, but beautifully curved. She sunk deep down to straddle him, and he kissed her. Their kiss tasted of Polly’s sweet mouth, alcohol and Eliza. He cupped her ass, and Polly wrapped her legs about his waist. Oscar pulled away from their kiss, pressed his face in her hair.

“I love you,” he said into her hair.

Polly pressed her face into his chest.

“I love you,” she said, holding his biceps tightly.

Holding her so intimately, he remembered the beautiful feeling that filled him in Shanghai when he was with her. He felt protective and warm around Polly. She was the love that he had that did not hurt, but made him glow like a slow fire. Unlike his love for Eliza which left him to burn.

Luckily, he was able to find his way back to Polly. To hold her again, and love her. Right now, she was to have and to hold… 
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E[LUST] NO. 71

The Shingle Beach
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Welcome to Elust #71

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #72? Start with the rules, come back July 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Backyard Glory
Bra Wars
Versions of Ourselves

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Disabled characters: who do I write them for?
How Can You Think About Sex Right Now?

~ Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

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All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7

days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

How We Started Swinging: Part 2
Notes to my younger self
I am what I am
Sometimes Submission Requires Standing Up
I know how to fix a texting mistake.
Change Is A Four Letter Word
Zero to Sex Pot in 150 minutes

Erotic Non-Fiction

23 Minutes Of Play
Services Rendered
Depravity’s Communication
Sinful Sunday: The Reveal

Erotic Fiction

No Panties
A Woman’s Experience of Lust
Wicked Wednesday: Three
An Uncommon Case
Misused Petals
(portrait of) desire
Her Turn
A Day At The Beach

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Am I Jaded?
Fury Road’s Furiosa and femdom
Sub power, Domly Vulnerability
In Person I Found You Very Innocent…..
Still A Cherry Tree


Catching Up: A Happy Horny Haiku
What You See

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Hey, Feminism? Your ugly is showing.
The Bigger Picture
Naive College Virgin Reads Penthouse Letters
Squirting is Not a Science
Missing “Story of O” scene discovered!

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May 11th, Tie Me Up Launch Party Uptown

Between the Covers Reading Series

May 11

Come join us at An Bael Bocht in Riverdale for a publication party for TIE ME UP: A Binding Collectionof Erotica Tales. Join editor F. Leonora Solomon and her erotica authors Mercedes Cruz, Annabeth Leong, Vita Perez and The Vixen as they read salacious selections from this BDSM collection.

Also joining us will be the audacious erotica writing duo of Kristabel Reed, authors of TheCurvy Girl’s Guide to Love.

We will have our signature Dirty Word raffle.

445 W. 238 St., 7:00 pm

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Review: Tie Me Up edited by F Leonora Solomon


Tie Me Up cover


B is for bondage in BDSM, and Tie Me Up is the perfect place to explore just that.

The 19 stories in this anthology do not fetishize bondage. Instead, Tie Me Up shows how couples explore it as a sexy romantic option–sexy underscored!

New and seasoned authors fill this anthology with steamy tales that will keep you tied up…unable to put this collection down!

My review:

This might be a bit of a struggle to write because I’m still fanning myself and considering a quick trip upstairs to sort myself out.

This anthology is good and I mean really good.

I’ve read a lot of anthologies, so many have only one or two decent stories, then I end up skipping a load and wondering why I bothered to waste my money. Not this one. This is a collection of consistently great stories that F. Leonora Solomon has put together…

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And The Winner Is…

I have been writing since I was 7 years old. I like to make the comparison that I do it the same way that birds makes nests and bees make honey…instinctively. If you ask me if I am good at it, the best I can offer you is that I am good with words. Written, verbally, aurally…which is why it means so very much when someone tells me I am a good writer. Especially someone who I believe is a good writer. Horny Geek Girl nominated me for a Bad Girl Blogger award. I cannot say enough about how I value the honesty and emotion that drives her work, so to have her value mine means so much to me. Along with this nomination, I am going to nominate five other bloggers aside from Horny Geek Girl that I adore…in alphabetical order…

Flutterby Flip much like Horny Geek Girl, writes honest and emotional pieces that take my breath away. In addition, she writes in a poetic style that I can feel myself feeling exactly the way she does line by line. And she takes ridiculously beautiful photographs. She is simply beautiful.

Malin James is just masterful. Her fiction and nonfiction are like master classes in the genre. Even her e-mails are stunning! She just knows how to make her subjects tactile, anything seems palatable when she describes it and I love it.

Marie Rebelle is a marvel to me. She writes in two languages, is an artist, takes amazing photographs and everything comes from the heart. She is like a butterfly that just is, no cocoon, just is beautiful with full wings and filled with the most honest beauty. Her latest piece for e-lust is just stunning, floored me. And she nominated me as one of her top 20 bloggers of 2014. I feel happily lachrymose, just thinking about how much that means to me coming from her.

Oleander Plume is my role model. I do not know anyone who is as flawlessly prolific as she is. I adore everything I love about her, that I see in her work as well. Her fiction makes me envious, and her nonfiction is so real, so heartbreakingly gorgeous…Shameless plug you can see her fiction, my fiction and Malin’s in Chemical [se]X.

Charlie of Sex Blog (of Sorts) is a fellow Francophile like myself, and a flawless blogger. I greedily devour her posts like a chocolate bonbon. Carelessly unwrapped, and each word savored on my mind.

There are so many bloggers I love–be sure to look at Horny Geek Girl’s and Marie Rebelle’s posts for more! Now I offer my nominees to follow the rules below, and use the Bad Girl Blogger award using the logo below:

RULES: If you are a recipient, please choose 3-5 female bloggers who write about sex (or post sexy pics of themselves, or both) that you admire and award them by passing on the award photo above and the rules. Also, give a brief explanations of why you love those bloggers so much. Be sure to notify your favourite bloggers that they got the award!

Thank you again HGG and Rebelle, you humbled me…