Male Me...again

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Fear of Being....out now...

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Spencer Grace is living her nightmares. No longer content to haunt her dreams, an evil creature called the red man invades her world and turns it upside down. He knows things about her no one else does. He feeds on her fears. He wants her for his own. Spencer is fighting for her life. She will not let this bastard win.

But this creature isn’t the only one new in her life. Two men, each with their own agenda, come to her. Both want her body and her heart. Both are prepared to share Spencer to allow her a long dreamed of desire. But in the end only one can have her. Who is stronger?

But can Spencer believe either man? Hot sex and fantasy’s one thing but trust is another. It’s no coincidence that evil and love have come into her life at the same time.

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Shag ‘em senseless….

So, of late I have been getting lots of email requests from unknown men to do terrible things to them. Now one ponders a couple of things the first being that no woman can do half of what they suggest and if she could she should be paid great sums of money because she’d deserve it. I also wonder how many of these men would be surprised if you said ‘yes, I will have random, meaningless sex with you, an unknown, undoubtedly feral individual who repulses me but what the hell, I haven’t been shagged by a Neanderthal before. Where do you live? Are you free now?’

Speaking of Neanderthals, that reminds me of an ebook I read a million years ago when I was doing book reviews. The hero was an actual Neanderthal - you know – the whole deal with the weird cranium etc and the heroine was besotted with him because…well, I can’t remember why because I thought it was fairly silly but then in light of shag ‘em senseless five men and one woman so called ménage romances – yeah, I mean that – it would have been on par with those. Tell me, why don’t we see five women shagging one man in ebooks? Hmm? Could it be that women don’t play well together as a team of shaggers and men are just grateful to see any woman naked?

But back to random sex with unknown, email weirdos…no thanks. I’m too damn good for you. Aim waaaay lower…

Miss Jones....

“For god sake isn’t every single bloody ménage ebook the exact same? Its fifteen thousand words of in-out, three up two down, Baby oh baby I love you and you and you – please save me from the evil-doer then please shag what little brains I have left out. All of you. Harder. Faster. Now. Yes, bring the horse along too. And we’ll all live happily ever after. It’s like the seven dwarfs discover Snow White’s a girl with whorish tendencies. Yes, yes by all means email me if that upsets you as a writer.”

http://amarindajones.blogspot.com.au/2012/03/rate-it-write-it-trash-it

So, I got an email from…well, let’s call her Lottie Lust. She’s an author who writes ménage and she was kinda pissed at the comment above.

“You have no idea what you are talking about. Not all ménage is the same. Mine aren’t. Miss Jones ménage means sex. I write erotica. Erotica means sex.”

First up – thanks for the email. Secondly, it depends what day of the week it is as to whether I know what I’m talking about. If it’s after boot camp then never. And no, of course your book is different to everyone else who is writing ménage…if you say so. Miss? I prefer Ms. And ménage means sex? I would say bollocks to that. Actually bollocks is as close to sex as ménage is…maybe closer...

menage - a social unit living together;
family, household, home, house
broken home - a family in which the parents have separated or divorced
conjugal family, nuclear family -
a family consisting of parents and their children and grandparents of a
marital partner
extended family - a family consisting of the nuclear family and their blood relatives
foster family - the family of a fosterling
foster home - a household in which an orphaned or delinquent child is placed (usually by a social-service agency)
menage a trois - household for three; an arrangement where a married couple and a lover of one of them live together while sharing sexual relations
social unit, unit - an organization regarded as part of a larger social group;

http://www.thefreedictionary.com/menage

bol·locks
n. Vulgar Slang
1. The testicles.
2. Nonsense.

http://www.thefreedictionary.com/bollocks

But hey, opinion is good and if we all agreed on everything there would be peace in the world and that would be bizarre.

As always, I stand by my words.

Rate it, write it, trash it….

A thousand years ago when I first stared writing I had no idea what I was doing. I figured I’d put something out there and see what happened. The first story was called Rose Perfect and it had no sex at all in it. One well known publishing company at that time, who has since gone under, said it would never sell and give up. The words ‘Give up’ to me are a challenge. I sold it to Cerridwen Press, the now defunct arm of Ellora’s Cave. As I got more confident as a writer I started to write for EC. Big money could be made there. At that time there was a rating system when it came to sex at EC. I can’t remember what it was exactly but it basically ran along the lines of hot romance stories were sensual and no plot, anal sex/ménage/ MM stories were extreme and that’s where you made the big money. So people wrote to get the hotter rating and the bigger sales. Writers on writer’s loops agonized over whether they could write anal sex to make more sales. No really. It’s true. Then EC got rid of the rating system and that’s when I think it all went down hill and got sluttish in eBook land How so? Well, at that stage Ellora’s Cave was the premier place to write at. To get a contract there was huge. Now? It’s no better then anyone else. No, I’m not bashing EC. They’ve about done bashed themselves to death over issues of payments and loyalty. But that’s another story. The point is ratings divide writers and talents – and no talents. Five flames? I want that rating. I only get 4? Are you kidding me? Did you read what he did to the heroine in chapter 3 with the coffee cup, a pen, a hair clip and three candy bars all while riding a horse? That was 5 flames baby.

Why am I bringing all this up? For the last couple of days I have been solidly writing. It’s a romance story with a plot and some sex. Yes. Bizarre. Will it sell? I have no idea but I’ll put it out there and see what happens. But in writing this story it reminded me why writers are supposed to write. It’s not because we all want to jump on whatever bandwagon is hot at the moment. For god sake isn’t every single bloody ménage ebook the exact same? Its fifteen thousand words of in-out, three up two down, Baby oh baby I love you and you and you – please save me from the evil-doer then please shag what little brains I have left out. All of you. Harder. Faster. Now. Yes, bring the horse along too. And we’ll all live happily ever after. It’s like the seven dwarfs discover Snow White’s a girl with whorish tendencies. Yes, yes by all means email me if that upsets you as a writer.

There are writers who specifically write no plot ménage because they know it sells. And it does. So what does that say about us as writers and readers? The hotter the perceived rating is or best selling genre may be we’ll sell our soul to write it? Is that a good thing? Do we write from our soul or for the money? Do we have any respect for readers? As for readers - are we so blinded by the need to read sex that we no longer realize there’s no plot? Do we have any soul left at all? Do we know what real romance is?

I dunno…it certainly has me thinking that things are about come full circle…

Muriel…you’re a slut…

I got this review back which said in no uncertain terms that the character in a story I wrote was a slut who enjoyed herself too much by having sex with men. Whore. Tramp. Hussy. Tart. A big scarlet letter on your forehead missy…seriously, I always thought Nathaniel Hawthorne’s Scarlet Letter was a total load of bollocks… but I digress…back to sluts. I admire a reviewer who gives an opinion without fear or favour. I just have to wonder if you read the blurb of an erotic book called Dicking Around, that indicates the heroine has sex with a load of men and likes it, why would you shocked when she has sex with a load of men? Or is it okay to write about a woman having sex with 5 men, all of who usually transform into a wolf pack at night or they're cowboys by day who look at a cow's rear and fantasize about the heroine and who gets to shag her senseless first. I always wonder what the next four guys think after first shagging...but I digress again...what do we label the hero when he sleeps with a bunch of women? Naughty? A Bad boy? Wild? Not the same as the old fashioned and archaic word slut is it?

What exactly is she a slut? The word ‘slut’ was a terrible taunt when I was 8 years old. It was one of those delightfully, naughty words you said because you could and at 8 it’s fun to shock people.

Slut –

A person, especially a woman, considered sexually promiscuous.

A slut is a derogatory term used for a person - usually a woman - who engages in casual sexual behavior.

Slut or slattern is a pejorative term applied to an individual who is considered to have loose sexual morals or who is sexually promiscuous. The term is generally applied to women and is an insult or offensive term of disparagement...

So, Becky-Sue thanks for the review. It gave me a chuckle and I appreciate the time and effort it took you to write the review. As for women calling other women – real or fictitious - who choose to live by their own sexual rules a slut? It’s 2011. The term slut is misguided and old fashioned.

Dicking Around is available at Evernight Publishing.

This too shall pass...

"I’ve come to the reluctant conclusion that unless I’m willing to write extremely graphic erotica, i.e., m/m/m/f/f/m/m/m/f/BDSM/fem/dom/vampire/shifter/multi-hued aliens with pokey penile appendages/dripping females/menage/multiple/dog sex/butt plugs (not yours, Larry/Jill) – I’m doomed to forever languish in Romancelandia..." ~ Julia Barrett

Exactly...though Julia forgot to mention the heroes need to be deep, soulful thinkers who have learnt from the pain of their twisted, convoluted past and the heroine needs to have a 'daddy' fetish and the stamina of a warthog...

Scarlet Lovers...out now...

Scarlet Lovers...it’s about sex and sin and being who you want to be.


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Writer prostitution…

Here’s an interesting discussion between erotica writers. Is it deemed better to write a load of books without plot that sell really well but get constant poor reviews or write books that sell ok or moderately well that people like?

So, if a book sells constantly well due to the genre – say ménage – do you ride that horse into the ground and over capitalize on the need women have to read it? How much is too much? Remember the MM craze? Everyone was writing it but it appears to have died in the arse…so to speak. Or do you think stuff it, I like ménage, it makes money and I will write it until the cows come home….never thought I’d put cows and ménage in a sentence…Is it greed verses need and speed?

Bad reviews? They’re based on opinion and the reviewer’s outlook on life. You can take 'em or leave 'em. But when you get multiple bad reviews on every book on a constant basis because every book you write sells really well based on the fact it’s got three, four, five people on each cover should you re-think your position? Is the cover selling your book or your story? Do you care? Should you care? Is it about the deep need to write verses the need for money? Are writer’s prostitutes writing whatever fantasy the client wants regardless of the cost?

So, write for profit or write because you love it and will readers actually know the difference? And writer prostitution? If you are selling yourself and your skills, is it anyone else’s business but your own?

Raw need…

Raw Amarinda Jones

Possibly the most “shocking” story in the collection, this story incorporates the main female character with up to five men. There is plenty of violence as well as oral sex, sex in public, and plenty of voyeurism. There is also one scene that includes some M/M interaction. This story has lots of sex and lets the reader know how Poppy is feeling when faced with the multiple sexual opportunities she is given. Not for the faint of heart, but worth reading at least once.

http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2011/05/indecent-encounters-menage-anthology.html?zx=eaaaed37947623ca

I got this review through my inbox. My story was one of several in an anthology called Indecent Encounters. Buy it here ~ http://www.evernightpublishing.com/products/Indecent-Encounters.html from Evernight Publishing. I like the review. It was honest, straightforward and non gushy. The reviewer pegged my story exactly right. It was all that. Indecent. Out there. Raw.

So, what is it women want in a story? At the moment, it seems to be multiple men. Why is that? Ménage is selling like wildfire. Is the romance of one partner not enough? Why are wild, off, the wall anthologies like Indecent Encounters even made and why are they so popular especially in a world where the majority of people – no, it may not be you – are very careful about sex and crave the deep commitment of one person who really understands them and if sex was taken out of the relationship it would still endure because that deep love it there. Or are we just wanting to bust loose and get down and dirty with a bunch of men for a wild ride? Is the only way to give into this raw need by reading dirty, scandalous books?

I tend to believe we like to have our careful vanilla worlds jolted every so often with the extreme. I’m just not sure why in the majority of ménage books it always seems to be 4 men and one woman…why 4? One was for morning, lunchtime, afternoon and maybe one for a midnight snack?

So there…

Romance - a. A love affair. b. Ardent emotional attachment or involvement between people; love:

Erotica - creative activity (writing or pictures or films etc.) of no literary or artistic value other than to stimulate sexual desire

Menage - 1. People living together as a unit; a household. 2. The management of a household.

Sex - a. The property or quality by which organisms are classified as female or male on the basis of their reproductive organs and functions.

If you’re reading an erotic ménage story right now it’s apparently all about classifying the genitals of people who live together and of no value whatsoever.

The romantic…or less than…times...

A while ago a very good friend said to me “Do you write anything else but sex?” Yes, of course…what’s your point? Are you saying romance writers are solely focused on catering to a market of sex starved women who want to believe a man can take a woman and forcibly seduce her into doing anything he wants? Is it that the market is now totally about one woman being shared by three, four, five (etc) men at once? Is it that having implements stuck up one’s bottom – a tail, a feather…and god knows what else…are more exciting than just being with someone who makes you laugh and feel good without all the heat and sweat? Is it that women have evolved to a point that sex is more important than romance? Or it is women know what the want sexually so they’re going to take it even if in book form? Is romance dead? I dunno…

Alpheli Solution ~ Anny Cook

Alpheli Solution by Anny Cook is out now. It's about all the good stuff - sex, lust and love. Click on the cover to buy

The blurb...

When Danamara Higgins is attacked by a vampire, her life turns upside down. Vampire Bootcamp class seems to be the answer to her prayers. In her wildest dreams, she doesn’t consider meeting not just one, but two hunky vampires who take her—in the car, in the shower, in the living room, in the hot tub, in hand—as they teach her everything she’ll need to know about her new vampire life.

For centuries, Pierre has loved and pursued Julian with no success. After a hostile takeover of Julian’s financial assets, Pierre is positive Julian will have nowhere else to turn. Julian, though, chooses to teach the Vampire Bootcamp class rather than surrender to Pierre on unequal terms. When one of Julian’s students approaches him for help identifying her sire, Julian is stunned that she is his alpheli—an extremely rare mate whose blood will allow him to subsist on real food. What will that mean to his love-hate relationship with Pierre?

There are just one or two problems. Danamara is descended from Pierre’s bloodline. And she’s on someone’s hit list. Julian and Pierre find unexpected erotic rewards and eternal love when they join together in a brutal war to protect their alpheli’s life.

The excerpt...warning ~ this is menage sex...

Pierre steered Danamara toward the elevators while Julian had a few last words with Gabriel. After punching the button to lock the elevator in place until Julian joined them, he tugged her close to his body, tilting her head back for his kiss. He backed her up against the elevator wall, crowding close so her thighs separated permitting his cock to stroke her pussy.
Shoving her fingers in his hair, she returned his kiss with shocking abandon. From the moment he’d kissed her the evening before she’d known she wanted Pierre in their bed, not just as Julian’s lover, but hers also. She wrapped her legs around his waist, struggling to position his hard flesh exactly where it would rub her clit.
“You’ve behaved quite boldly tonight. Be careful you don’t provoke more of a reaction than you’re ready for,” he warned.
“She likes provoking reactions,” Julian said as he joined them. He selected the button to release the elevator. Leaning against the wall next to her, he cupped her breast, pinching her nipple through her shirt hard enough to send a fiery assault to her empty pussy. She twisted her hips, grinding her pussy on Pierre’s cock.
Julian jerked her shirt up, revealing her bare breasts. “I thought you omitted your bra. I believe you have exhibitionist tendencies, my dear. When things are more settled, we might indulge your fantasies.”
She arched against the elevator wall, closing her eyes in delicious anticipation. Her nipples ached as the hard nubs brushed against Pierre’s rough wool coat.
“Look at yourself in the mirror overhead,” Julian commanded.
Danamara’s eyes flashed open as she stared at herself in the mirror and then flushed.
“Definitely exhibitionist. I can think of several scenarios I would like to arrange,” Pierre said before hoisting her high enough to take one nipple in his hot mouth. He sucked it for a moment before moving to the other one. Julian pressed the stop button when the elevator reached the lobby. “No more time to play, Pierre.”
“Isn’t that the story of my life?” With a low groan he settled Danamara on her feet and tugged her shirt down so she was covered. Her fingers trembling she zipped up her jacket as both men drew their swords and Julian punched the button to release the elevator doors. Pierre went first leading the way across the lobby while Julian brought up the rear.
The moment they were in the car, Julian settled her on his lap. Her belly gurgled again. “I will feed you as soon as we’re safely home.”
The scent of aroused males permeated the back seat. Sniffing eagerly, she caught the intriguing different pheromones that belonged to Pierre. Lust roared through her as she inhaled deeply. “Can Pierre go home with us?”
“Danamara—”
“Please, Julian?” She wriggled her bottom on his lap, rubbing against his burgeoning penis. She ran her hand over his chest as she nuzzled his chin. “You know you want him. I want him, too. He got me so hot in the elevator when you were watching us.”
Pierre slumped in the opposite corner. “Fuck, Danamara. Are you trying to kill me?”
“She could teach stubborn to a mule.”
“I can see that.” Pierre leaned toward them, taking Danamara’s chin in his long fingers. “If I stay, Julian will certainly not be the only vampire I fuck. You’ve been pushing us at each other. Be very sure this is what you want. Once we go down that road, there’s no going back.”
Her lips parted as her tongue flicked out brushing the tip of his thumb that rested near her lips. “Does your cock taste as wonderful?”
“You need to be soundly spanked,” Pierre announced.
“Excellent idea,” Julian agreed, flipping her over so she was stretched out face down over his knees. “What? Julian.” she protested.
“Naked, I think.” Jerking down her slacks, he bared her panty-clad ass. “Please do the honors, Pierre.”
“No, no. You deliberately provoked this punishment,” Pierre declared as he ripped her silky panties off and stuffed them in his coat pocket.
“Shall we see how excited you are, Danamara?” Julian inquired as he slid his fingertips down the crevice between her thighs, lightly skimming her anus before moving to her pussy. “Ah, my goodness you’re wet. Perhaps, spanking isn’t really a punishment.” Fresh moisture trickled on his fingers. “Obviously, the idea turns you on.”
Danamara jerked and cried out in shock when Pierre smacked her ass. Then helplessly she tilted her hips up as he sensuously massaged her curves with the rough pads on his calloused fingers. The forbidden attention of two men touching her as they discussed their plans for her was incredibly exciting. There was something unbearably arousing about them doing so within earshot of their driver, a vampire she’d never met before this evening. She squirmed, rubbing her aching nipples on Julian’s hard thigh.
“Oh, she liked that, Pierre. Do it again.” Julian slipped a finger in her pussy, fucking in and out slowly. Danamara’s internal muscles clenched and squeezed, holding his thick finger in their grip.
Pierre’s hand came down on her soft skin, setting her ass on fire. “No, clearly this isn’t punishment. We’ll have to think of some other way to convince her not to meddle, though I confess I am happy about her meddling this time. I will gladly stay with you this evening—or any other evening.”
“Evidently Danamara is happy about it, too,” Julian said, sinking a second finger in her slick pussy. “Spank her again. If we’re both going to fuck her, she’ll need some preparation.”
Her entire body gathered in readiness, waiting for the burn from Pierre’s palm. Her fangs had dropped at the mere idea of the spanking, but now they were aching fiercely in anticipation. Against her softly gurgling tummy, she could feel Julian’s rampant cock twitching and pulsing. She licked her lips, searching for the tiniest remnant of Pierre’s flavor even as she also longed for the taste of Julian’s cock. But Julian gripped both her wrists in his hand as he held her in place on his lap. When Pierre’s hand landed on her ass, she cried out and lifted her hips.
“Harder.”
His warm palm lightly massaged the tingling burn before he trailed his fingers down to her anus and gently teased her there. “Has Julian fucked you here, yet?”
Julian snorted. “Do you doubt it? I have claimed her in every way possible.”
Pierre sat up, stretching his leg straight so he could fish the tiny tube of lube he always carried from his jeans pocket. “Excellent. Then we will be able to fuck her without restraint. Do you hear us, Danamara? We are going to claim you together.” He daubed the clear gel on his finger as he taunted her. Without acknowledging her soft whimpers, he slid his finger up to the first joint in her tight rosette
A soft shriek escaped her as Pierre inexorably fucked her ass in tandem with Julian’s fingers in her pussy. “I need to come.” She moaned and humped her hips when Pierre spanked her again, the sound like a pistol shot in the small space.
The car slowed before turning into a garage. “Ah, we’re home,” Pierre said. Danamara heard the rattle of the garage door overhead and then the boom as it slammed shut.
Julian withdrew his fingers and tugged her pants up to cover her ass. “Just in time. I’m hard enough to drill wood.”
“Anticipating my cock in your ass, Julian?” Pierre taunted wickedly.
“Actually, I was looking forward to fucking you.” Julian helped Danamara sit up. “After we fuck and feed Danamara—though we should make her wait.”
Pierre opened the door and got out before turning to help Danamara to her feet. “I believe that’s a good idea,” he said thoughtfully. “That will be her punishment. What do you say?”
After a quick word with their driver, Julian joined them, leading the way inside. “Yes, I think that would be most a suitable punishment.” He unlocked the door and flung it open. “Welcome home, Pierre.”

Anny Cook -- Simmering Romance with a Smile
http://www.annycook.com
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Life with Anny Cook and her nipple flowers…

1. Are we obsessed by sex? Is that why there is a need for erotica?

NO. We're just free to admit we interested now.

2. Sensitive new age men - do they exist or is it just advertising hype?

Heck no, they don't exist. We just have vivid imaginations.

3. What do you look for in a publisher?

Honesty and a good accountant.

4. Do you believe in luck or are we guided by fate?

I believe in a higher power offering us opportunities. Sometimes we actually take the offer.

5. What three things do you never leave home without?

Swiss Army Knife, Sugar Test Kit, and my nipple flowers.

6. I believe in 'do-overs.' What would you change if you could?

I would be a better parent.

From Anny’s Kama Sutra Lovers….

While Hart took his communicator up into a tumbled rock formation to try to reach his mother, Giosetta wandered down to the edge of the pool. Arik joined her there, tossing small stones into the rippling water.
“Is it safe to swim here?” she asked wistfully.
“Sure. Hart and I spent most of our time in the water when we were here before.”
“I didn’t bring a suit,” she observed with a frown.
Arik snorted and then laughed. “You have something we haven’t seen, Setta? I don’t think so.” He began to strip off his clothes. “Hurry up and undress!”
She pulled her blouse over her head, but took her time undressing as she watched him. When he shucked his pants, she saw that he’d omitted his underwear again. His cock bounced into view, lengthening under her intent gaze.
“If you keep staring at me with that hot look in your eyes, we won’t get to the swimming for a while,” he said with a hitch in his voice.
Giosetta shot him a sly smile as she finished undressing. After waiting so long to be with her men, she still found it thrilling when they made their desire for her so clear. It gave her the confidence to tease them by flaunting her body for their pleasure. Standing before Arik naked, she cupped her breasts, pinching the nipples until they tightened into hard points. He lunged closer and gathered her into his arms, settling his lips over hers, exploring the sweet taste of her mouth with his tongue.
“Mmmm.” When he lifted his head, she licked her lips savoring the trace of flavor of Arik.
“Swim or fuck?” he asked roughly.
She arched one brow. “Why not both? I always wanted to try it in a pool or lake.”
Stooping down, he draped her over his shoulder and stalked into the shallow water, wading out until it was waist deep. Smacking her ass a couple of times just for the thrill of it before he lowered her into the water, he set her gently on her feet.
“What is this thing you and Hart have with smacking my butt?” she asked curiously.
Arik shrugged. “I don’t know. We love your soft ass. I think it’s the feel of the tight muscles under the soft skin. I really don’t know. It’s something that I need to do sometimes…kind of like you have to bite sometimes. It always seems to make you hotter and that’s another turn on.”
She wound her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Yeah, well now that you made me hot I want you to stick that hard cock of yours inside me. I need you, Arik.” She shifted until his cock nudged the slick opening of her pussy. “Fuck me.”
Slipping his hands down under her ass to support her, he thrust his cock into her slippery pussy. “What got you so excited, sweetheart?”
“I was thinking about you and Hart. I want to watch you make love to each other. We haven’t had time to do that. I love watching you kiss and touch each other. I want to watch you fuck each other, too.” As she talked she could feel Arik’s cock swelling and growing harder. She kissed him with growing passion, licking his lips, toying with his tongue. “I love you and Hart so much it makes my heart ache. Every time I think of either one of you, I get wet with anticipation.”
“Yeah? Well every time we think of you, we get hard.” Arik turned at Hart’s gruff confession and smiled at the picture he presented. He was stretched out on one of the flat boulders lining the pool, stark naked, idly stroking his cock while he watched them fuck in the pool.
“Talk to your mother?” Arik inquired.
“Nope. She’s running a clinic. The woman who answered said she would be available at the second hour after prime. I told her I would call back then.” When Hart sprawled back on the boulder, his cock speared up into the air.
“Let’s go fuck him,” Giosetta whispered in Arik’s ear. “I’ll ride his cock and you fuck his ass.”
Arik’s cock throbbed at the thought of fucking Hart with Giosetta. “You’re sure?”
When she nodded, he waded over to the side of the pool where Hart had stockpiled a supply of condoms and lubes. “Fix him up, sweetheart.” Arik settled her on the flat stone and moved away.
“What are you doing?” Hart asked lazily.
Giosetta plucked a condom from the pile and ripped it open. “We’re going to fuck you,” she announced gaily. “I’m going to ride your hard cock and Arik’s going to fuck your ass. Move over a little so we all have room.”
“Hey! Look at this!” Arik stood at the edge of the flat stone at the perfect height to fuck Hart. “There’s a ledge down here. Scoot over here, Hart.”
“You two are crazy,” he teased as he moved so that his ass was on the edge of the flat stone.
“Crazy in love,” Giosetta agreed as she toyed with Hart’s cock, smoothing the condom on and preparing him for her sensual attack. She leaned down and kissed him, brushing her tongue along the inside of his lower lip. “We love you.” Her low murmur touched him and his chest tightened as he fought unexpected tears.

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A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones. Proverbs 17:22

New Release by Berengaria Brown....

"Intensity" by Berengaria Brown is released today at Siren BookStrand. This is red hot menage. Ms Brown was kind enough to give in and give me an excerpt. WARNING: This is an adult excerpt from an erotic contemporary menage novella.

The excerpt....

The men sat on the bed and advised Keziah about the clothes she should wear to her new receptionist job.
“Classy,” insisted Amos.
“I need to blend into the background a bit,” said Keziah, pulling out a navy suit and a gray suit.
“They’re boring,” said Wesley, jumping up to look in the closet.
“Not with my blue blouse. And I have a lilac one, too,” Keziah argued.
“What about green or red or bright pink or gold?”
“Not my colors. I need to blend into the background,” she repeated.
“Honey, let us dress you. We want to you to stand out, not blend in.
You’re a beautiful, intelligent person. We want everyone who sees you to know that instantly. Please, let us choose you some new clothes.”
“Absolutely not. This receptionist job is for an hour a day. It’s nothing. And even the other one is only twelve hours a week. It’s insane to spend money on clothes. I should be helping buy food and stuff like that. Pay the light bill and things.”
“The company owns the flat, so they pay all the utilities. And if you’re cooking for us, that’s your share of the food situation,” said Amos.
Both men must have noticed the mulish set to her chin, so Wesley riffled through her closet a little more and pulled out a straw sunhat and a pair of stilettos. Slipping them on, he pranced around the room singing, “The sun’ll come out, tomorrow.”.
Amos fell back on the bed laughing, but Keziah rushed to him saying, “Don’t stretch my shoes with your huge feet!”
Wesley kicked the shoes off, pulled his T-shirt and jeans off, then dropped a sundress over his head. He made no attempt to do it up but settled the straw hat back on his head and began to dance and sing again. He pulled Keziah into his arms and had her waltzing around the room.
Amos hopped off the bed and sorted through her clothes. He found himself a deep pink shirt, which he put on over his T-shirt, bowed, tapped Wesley on the shoulder, and said, “May I have this dance?”
Keziah dropped a necktie around her neck, swiftly tied a half-Windsor knot, then inserted herself into the dancing again.
Ten minutes later, the three of them collapsed laughing and giggling on the bed.
“Hmm, I see a parcel that needs unwrapping,” said Amos, focusing on her necktie.
“And since your shirt is undone, you may as well take it off,” she responded.
Then turning to Wesley, she added, “You shouldn’t wear hats inside,”
and she flipped it off.
Amos continued to undress Keziah as she pulled the shirt off him, and within moments, all three of them had their hands everywhere, peeling off the last few items of clothing.
Wesley lay flat on the bed, his head toward the foot, and pulled Keziah to him. “Suck me,” he asked. “It’s been so long since you’ve done that, and you do it so well.”
“Delighted to,” she replied and kneeled by his cock.
He grabbed her legs and pulled her body onto his in the traditional 69 position, licking her bare mons as she sucked his cock deep into her mouth.
Amos grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it on, then asked, “Room for one more?” and kneeled at Keziah’s feet. Carefully placing a leg on either side of Wesley’s head, he slid into Keziah’s cunt from the rear.



Berengaria Brown
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