Tuesday, 30 April 2013

Free Erotica! Forever Bound

Hello lovely readers of all tales saucy!

Here's a treat for you - the bondage themed anthology, Forever Bound from Mischief Books is currently free But hurry - limited time only...

My story, The Billiard room is all about some sexy shenanigans with a rather naughty older gentleman.

Go on - treat yourself - it'll only take a second ;)

Go on...

Sunday, 28 April 2013

Sunday Snog - save all your kisses...

Good day to you all!

Yay snog time! Remember to get on back to Blisse Kiss to check out all the other kissing action going on today.

My snog is inspired today by a traumatic event where I lost all last week's writing during a save bungle...

arrrrghhh! However the story doesn't end too badly - through the joy of a Google search and some tips from friends (Kev Blisse) I found out how to retrieve my lost work. Phew! It was indeed a gut wrenching experience. (I'll blog about how I got it back another time - might be useful to some of you...)
So the moral of the tale is - save, save, save! And then... save again.

A Clockwork Butterfly is out now - my exciting news is that the prequel, Taking Flight will be due for release in July (wooo-hoo!)
Here's a Kiss from the third book in the dystopian erotic romance series,
The Meeting Point - this kiss is from a work in progress...
Deborah leaned in to his lips tasting her true love for the first time in eight long years. It was the same exquisite Marcus and her mouth watered for his kiss. It came. Soft at first, then hard and fast, devouring her lips, skimming her teeth with his tongue and tangling up in hers. She met him lick for lick, mouths undulating together with need, sorrow, regret and joy. Deborah couldn’t believe the whirlwind of emotions being explored through this one kiss. This kiss, where souls collide.
She could feel him smiling now as they slowed their pace. Deborah twisted her hips and brought her knees up over his kneeling thighs and straddled him. They broke free for a second to stare into each other’s eyes. He was smiling from within his very being and it shone out over his face. Deborah’s excitement started to bubble as she moved around on him, feeling the heat rising and penetrating her. She could feel another rising too and tipped her pelvis to brush herself against the hardening under his trousers.
“I’ve thought of this moment for so long,” she gasped as he bent to wrap his lips about her shoulders and neck, nibbling and teasing the flesh with his teeth and tongue. Her flesh tingled with extreme sensations that rippled through her body, carving a path straight to her sex...

Mwoah! There you have it - hope you enjoyed x x

Blogger isn't letting me embed links today but if you like the flavour of that kiss, you can find more inside the pages of A Clockwork Butterfly -US

Thursday, 25 April 2013

Francesca's Mother

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Francesca's Mother is a sexy lady love short story for you to enjoy - it was first published by Oysters and Chocolate a couple of years ago... 
Hope you enjoy - warning - contains scenes of water flumes and lady hair... 

I couldn’t help but stare.
She was perfection in her black bikini, standing in front of me in line for the waterslide. From her heels to her calves, all the way up the back of her thighs to the dip and crease of her buttocks, her legs were flawless. Olive, hair free skin had me mesmerized. I was now glad of the long queue which previously had me shivering. With all the self assurance of a foreign exchange student, she gracefully lifted her ponytail and tied it in a knot. I swallowed hard as I caught a glimpse of thick dark hair curling under her arms. My heart leapt and I was instantly thrown back to my youth.
Francesca’s mother was my guilty pleasure. I would stay for long weekends at their house and spend the whole time preoccupied by the huge maternal presence that commanded the family home with gentle force. I would find any excuse to go into the kitchen and watch her knead dough on the antique pine table, her braless breasts swinging and gently slapping together beneath a purple smock dress. She was so mighty and strong and, though I couldn’t name it at the time, sensual. When she moved near me I’d inhale her scent. Underneath the rosemary and garlic, there was something else; something musky and dangerous. It at once attracted and repelled me, but I always filled my lungs with the delicious warmth, seeking that hidden perfume.
“Look at this,” Francesca pulled me into her mother’s bedroom one trip home from college. We sprawled on the bed reading Anais Nin and Nancy Friday books until we could gasp and giggle no more. I read the words, becoming more and more physically turned on. I’d had a few ferociously passionate encounters at college and was no stranger to sex, but I sensed these books were exploring something else too. Something more than the physical. They made me want to be with the mighty woman downstairs.
“I’m just going for a drink,” I told Francesca and rolled off the bed, taking care not to show the damp spot forming in my jeans.
When I got to the kitchen, Francesca’s mother was standing over a huge pot of broth on the stove. Thick meaty smells filled the room, and as she lifted her elbow to stir the great vat, a tuft of glossy black curls sprang into view. I was slightly repulsed but my mouth started watering and warmth and moisture spread between my legs. I sat on a stool and pressed my hands onto my mound, rocking my pelvis into my fists while Francesca’s mother stirred the soup. I came in my jeans just as she tapped the drips off the ladle on the side of the pot.
The atmosphere was charged and I was sure I caught her eyes flit across my tiny hard nipples while she swept away wild peppery hair from her brow with her forearm. I lifted my ribcage and stared at her, daring her to look again, but she didn’t. She turned back to the range and opened the oven door. Steam and the odor of fresh baked bread broke the spell and I hopped off the stool and sped back up to Francesca, at once invigorated and ashamed.
And now, at the swimming pool of all places, these feelings had returned. The queue bustled into me and I stumbled slightly into the back of the poised beauty in front. She looked haughtily round and I licked my lips involuntarily at the sight of hers. Full and raw with a dusting of fine hairs on her upper lip. Suddenly I was consumed with want for this woman. I could have grabbed her there and then. I could feel my nipples peaking as she looked at me straight in the eye.
“I’m sorry,” I gasped. “It’s the people behind, they keep pushing.”
She slowly and languidly looked down the full length of me then turned back as the attendant signaled her to go on the slide. She grabbed the bar at the top of the entrance and flung herself into the water filled tube. My desire began to subside and I gave myself a mental shake. What was I up to?
The attendant gave me the nod and I pushed myself as hard as I could into the tunnel. I was drenched and gathered up by the flow, sliding up and down the sides of the huge tube. It was exhilarating and my lustful agitation was just easing when I collided hard into a figure jammed spread-eagled against the sides of the slide.
“What the…” I started as the woman from the queue fell heavily onto me thrusting a hand over my mouth.
“I saw the look in your eyes,” her distinct voice hissed in my ear and my want came flooding back. As we writhed and twisted gathering speed, she removed her hand and kissed me hard, forcing my mouth open with her powerful sharp little tongue. It was thrilling and I reached round and grabbed her ass through her bikini bottoms. She countered by shoving her hand in between my legs and pulled my swimsuit to the side, delving fingers inside my soaked sex. I splayed my legs open and tried to slow us down by grabbing the tube walls. She slammed her pelvis into the gap and ground her hand deeper into my pussy with the force of her mound. It felt so horny and I grabbed at her tits craning my head up and under her arm to catch another glimpse of the beautiful curls. She obliged, lifting her arm, allowing me to bury my nose into the fragrant nook. There it was. Sensual, dangerous, horny – that smell. I wallowed in it as she kneaded my clit with her thumb. I jerked and rocked as the stars that always signalled my climax swirled in my peripheral vision. My pussy began to well and she started pumping her fingers into me violently as the water gushed around us and flowed over her chest, pulling down her bikini top so that her ripe dark nipples were just a lick away. As I started coming, I engulfed one of her breasts with my hungry mouth and suckled her throbbing tit, tonguing the puckered flesh of her nipple trying to take it all in. She grabbed my pussy from the inside and out, gripping my clit and g-spot together. I came, twitching and panting and gushing all over her sexy little hands. I wanted my turn, I wanted to fuck her with my fingers, my tongue, but she climbed off me, and slid away while tying her bikini back up. The slide ended abruptly and I splashed out into a deep cool pool. I swam to the surface, staring all around for my tunnel lover, but I couldn’t see her anywhere.
Later, I searched though my college things and found the books I’d quietly stolen from Francesca’s mother. I spent the rest of the afternoon sprawled across my bed understanding all the things I’d missed those years before. 

If you like my erotic style, and would like to read more, please take a look around my site or at my Amazon author page US - Amazon author page UK where you'll find an up to date list of all my work for sale. My writing celebrates all kinds of physical and spiritual love between all sorts of lovely ladies and gentlemen. I particularly recommend Mia's Books and A Clockwork Butterfly from
Beachwalk Press. Hope you enjoy.
Thanks for stopping by and reading all the way to the end!
Tabitha x x x 

Thursday, 18 April 2013

It's Getting Hot in Here with Lily Harlem!

It is my joy and pleasure to have the erotic author and total hottie, Lily Harlem introducing some new work - and look out - they'll be molten! Take it away, Lily...

Hi Tabitha, thanks so much for having me on your lovely blog today, it’s great to be here.
Tabitha and I are wine buddies, so she knows me well, in fact our last jaunt together at Eroticon 2013 in London was a complete blast – you can read my version of events on my blog if you want to know what naughty authors get up to when they’re let out of their caves. But for those of you who don’t know me, here’s a little bit of info.

I live in the UK, have been writing erotic romance and erotica for about five years now. Before I started writing I worked in a busy hospital in London which is where I met Mr. Harlem. I loved it, the adrenaline rush, the job satisfaction, the huge number of people I came into contact with from all walks of life and of course, the team work.
Lily drew this - it's wine O'clock!

Now I have a slower, quieter pace of life, by the coast, and enjoy walking my dogs on the beach and dreaming up my next raunchy novel. I write for Ellora’s Cave predominantly and have amongst other books have a series about ice hockey there called HOT ICE . This is very popular and I adore writing about those sexy bad boys of the ice and the women who tame them, I can’t imagine I’ll ever run out of stories for this series, and the fifth book, High-Sticked, is just about to hit the virtual shelves.

I also write for Total-E-Bound and have just updated the classic Tarzan of the Apes by adding in the sex scenes Edgar Rice Burroughs only hinted at between Tarzan and Jane. Wow, so much fun, and I have to say, I felt super naughty writing about Tarzan’s cock, but he is just so sexy and wild and rampant and… and… phew, yes it was a blast!
I co-author with Natalie Dae which I have become hooked on. She’s great and our imaginations really bounce off of each other. We have several books out together and one of them, Anything for Him, is romping up the Amazon UK free chart as I write this. It’s pure erotica, nothing romantic about it and you can grab a free copy if you’re in the UK and have an Amazon account -
Be warned though, it’s dark and gritty. Set in London it’s about obsessive desires and seedy
fantasies, the characters are not your normal hero and heroine, they’re shady and underhand, go after what they want and are not afraid of the consequences. But if that sounds a bit dark for you try our other co-author That Filthy Book, which although is super dirty is also super romantic and has been getting reviews like ‘every woman should read this book’. - - available at all big ebook publishers and in print.

Self-publishing is something I also enjoy doing. I have continued with my love of writing about sport by combining erotic romance with my passion for football (soccer to you US folk). Scored 

has gone down very well with readers, as has The Glass Knot (m/m/f) .

I’m just about to release Breathe You In, a much softer erotic romance and the polar opposite of Anything For Him. I’ve so enjoyed writing Ruben and Katie’s story, they really spoke to me and had been for a while before even I started telling their tale. (Yes, I’m admitting to voices in my head). Here is the blurb…
Amazon UK
Amazon US

Sometimes you don’t realize how special a moment is until it’s a memory.

When he held me in his arms I saw a handsome, vibrant man with desire in his eyes and love in his heart. But Ruben Strong was more than that; he was a way out of my darkness, a glimmer of light peeking through my shroud—he was a piece of what I no longer had.

What he didn’t know, but I did, was that he’d been waiting for me. It had taken me time and courage to go looking for him, but if I hadn’t done what I’d done on my bleakest day, he wouldn’t have been there for me to find.

My tumbling decisions led to a meeting that tipped everything I thought I knew about myself upside down. Lying warm and naked in his bed, my old memories became new ones and our souls talked to each other in a way only we could understand. And our bodies, once we were brave enough to hum a quiet tune, quickly produced a beautifully sexy song that threw open the doors to love and laughter in my life once more.

Often I use pictures as inspiration and I’m hooked on Pinterest and when setting out on my journey with Ruben and Katie I came across this picture, I absolute loved it. The guy looks so like Ruben and this moment, well, it’s so special for them both for a million different reasons than you would ever expect.

Thanks so much for listening to my chatter, I hope you’ll check out my books whichever end of the scale you like your raunchy reading. Here are my links if you want to friend me, follow me, pin with me or read with me. See you soon!

Lily x

Sunday, 14 April 2013

Asking for it

Just a quickie today!

Expressing your innermost sexual desires to your lover is a theme I explore over and over again in my writing. As we grow and expand ourselves intellectually  spiritually and sexually how do we keep up with our partners? Or be sure we grow together? It's that leap of faith we take when we finally say - "I like it like this..." or "I want to try that..."

I wanted to point you to a magazine article that snippets from some erotic books including, A Clockwork Butterfly are featured: it's all about Aural Sex - how to ask for what you want. You can read a blog post about it at Kay Jaybee's site and also get links to subscribe to the fab mag - Consenting Adults.

It takes a lot of courage and trust and this article by Chris Unity Bowness gives wonderful tips on how to ask for what you want.

Thanks for reading and have a lovely day - asking for it!

Tabitha x x

Saturday, 6 April 2013

The Brit Babes are Here!

Hello there,

Well today I'm letting you know how excited I am to be part of a group of erotic writing gals from the UK - we call ourselves the Brit Babes and you can visit us to get news of lots of lovely smut and naughtiness!

So- here we are -
8 British based authors dedicated to bringing you the best erotic reads we possibly can.

There is so much to find amongst these ladies from rambunctious romance to full on filthy kink - you're sure to find something that tickles your fancy ;)

As for me, I love to write juicy sexy stories where I can explore the physical and emotional journeys of love. There's usually a spanking scene or two.

I hope you'll join us for the ride and find some lovely new books to get lost in x x x

Thursday, 4 April 2013

The Pearl Necklace - a new book

It's my pleasure today to bring news of this new book...
There's an appetite whetter at the bottom - and it's hawt!

The Pearl Necklace
A short erotic story by Geraldine O'Hara

26 pages/13K

After I’d tapped out a response in the comments section of an online newspaper article regarding slimming pills, I was swept from my life as a lonely wedding planner to be named The Pink Pill Diet Woman. Once the pills had worked their magic, I earned the name of Glamour Girl, and my life became an endless round of TV, radio and newspaper appearances, with stretches of boredom that led to me fantasising about my hunky security guard.

He was sexy as sin and out of my league, but a girl could dream, couldn’t she? And dream I did, any chance I got. I longed for him to slide into bed with me and treat me to a night of passion I’d never forget, but how the devil would I get him there? Management had forbidden us to interact as anything other than what we were—Glamour Girl and her bodyguard. But as well as dreaming, I had a naughty streak. Rules be damned, I was going to break them. He had a pearl necklace I wanted draped around my neck—and I was going to get it.

He stood in my bedroom doorway and stared behind me at the window. “Curtains. Close them.”
I loved the way he’d commanded me, how he was trying to shirk off his shyness. It made my knees weak and my cunt ache even more. I turned and went to do as he’d asked, then stopped and said over my shoulder, “Only if you’ll tell me your name.”
“You were right earlier. It’s Henry. Now close the curtains.”
I smiled and, taking a moment once I’d shut out the night, sucked in a deep breath and fought off the urge to pinch myself that my bloody God, this was finally happening. I turned to face him, the bed between us, a huge, huge barrier, and glanced at it then back to him.
“Get on,” he said, jerking his head at the bed. “Get your clothes off and get on.”
I hadn’t undressed for a man in a long time. Before tonight it had been when I was larger—and under the cover of darkness, beneath the sheets. I just had to hope this newfound courage that was surging inside was enough to carry me through.
I popped the buttons on my skinny jeans then pushed them down my legs, sliding one foot under them once they were off and flicking them away. I watched him carefully for his reaction, and all I got was a glimpse of desire darkening his eyes before he quickly masked it. I lifted my vest top off, tossing it to the floor, and stood there in my black bra and knickers, hoping that he’d give me some idea—any idea—of what he was thinking.
“Jesus Christ, you’re so lovely,” he said. “So bloody lovely.”
He skirted the bed, and I stepped back a bit so he could stand in front of me. He raised his hands, and I held my breath, waiting for him to cup them to my breasts. He didn’t, just let them hover there, and stared down at my chest.
“Touch them,” I encouraged, sensing he was too much of a gentleman to do it without asking, even though his intent had been clear. “You don’t need my permission. Do whatever you want.”
I looked up at him, and he shifted his gaze to my face, then, maintaining eye contact, laid his hands where I so wanted them to be. His palms were deliciously warm, their heat seeping through my bra, my skin. I felt every individual finger, his thumbs, a brand that I would always remember and crave more of when we were apart. I could only hope that tonight wasn’t the only one we’d share like this, but I had to treat this time as if that were the case. Revel in every touch, caress, kiss. Enjoy each second and hope they didn’t speed by too fast.
He kneaded, and oh my God, the sensation from my nipples rasping on his palms went straight to my cunt. I wanted him to fill it with his cock, give me a fuck that I’d never forget, so lifted my hips to push my needy slit against his groin. He was hard, so deliciously hard, and the pressure of him on my clit had tendrils of pleasure radiating down there. I clenched my muscles in an attempt to stave off an orgasm that would rage through me if I let myself go now. I didn’t want to come too soon, but excitement and the sheer brilliance of being here with him in this way might prove difficult. That first burst of release was going to be heady, shocking, I imagined, and I needed to steel myself for the onslaught.
“You feel just as I thought you would,” he said, then bit his bottom lip and slid one hand up to my collarbone, the other still massaging my breast.
His fingertips on my skin, right beside the strap of my top, brought on goose bumps and a shiver so violent I worried he might think he’d repulsed me.
“You feel better than I thought you would,” I said, a little breathless, my lungs straining as though they were fit to burst. A buzz brought on by anticipation set up home in my ears, and I went lightheaded for a second or two. Bloody hell, he affected me in a way I hadn’t fully predicted. Yes, I’d known I’d go like liquid for him, my bones and heart melting at the same time, but this…this all-consuming fire? No, I hadn’t expected it to be so searing just from the simplest of touches. 

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