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Tuesday, 10 March 2015

The #Euphoff


EuphOff


People think that erotica is all about the shagging. Well sometimes, just sometimes, as erotic story writers, we strive to real beauty and depth. This story below is a reflection of this...


Down on the farm
by Tabitha Rayne


I was hanging out the laundry on a beautiful sunny morning. The smell of the cow slurry permeated the air, filling my lungs with the goodness of the countryside. I’d snuck some of my smalls in with the farmer’s washing and who happened to walk by as I pegged up my cotton panties?
Farmer Giles and I hadn’t talked much, barely making eye contact as I served his shepherd’s pie in the evenings and then bade him goodnight. Today though, he walked right up to the line and held the scant fabric to his face breathing in the clean scent of my knickers.
“Mmmm, very nice,” he said in his gruff voice. “Though I’d prefer it less fresh. I dream every night of grazing from your pasture, nuzzling my nose into your open fragrant buttercup.”
I admit my buttercup unfurled as if the midday sun was shining directly on it at his sauciness. I squeezed my thighs together lest he smelled my blossoming flower.
He inhaled again, his gaze skimming over chest and my rising wheaty globes quivered like freshly kneaded dough. Oh how I craved his big rough fingers free them from my gingham blouse.
“Do my words shock you?” he asked pulling his shoulders back and thrusting out his chest to show me his manliness. The bulge in his britches was impressive.
“Yes,” I said, but a bit of the devil sprang into me, “I didn’t realise your grain tower would be so big.”
It was his turn to blush and he threw the washing basket from my arms and pulled me to him.
“Yes, yes my grain tower is big, but also very full of seed.” Then he kissed me, letting me feel the throb press into my tuffet.
I squealed as he led me round to the barn. The dappled sun heated the hay where he flung me and my skirts flew up to reveal my wanton knickerless state.
“Oh yes,” he hissed under his breath and fell to his knees before me. “Time to separate your wheat from your chaff young lady.” He eased his fingers into my furrow making me dribble my creamy curds and whey over his knuckles.
“That’s it my naughty little wench,” he said, “You’re as wet as the sheep dip on hot June day. Look what you do to a man.”
 He unbridled himself and let his throbbing tractor piston fall into my view. I gasped, having never seen such a size. And then, before my very eyes, he began to milk his man udder slowly in his large fist. It fairly made me rosy to see and I reached down and clutched at my peaking bosom marbles, rolling and squeezing them, watching him pump harder.
“It’s time I was herded into your pen young shepherdess,” he said, and flipped me over into the bales.
My feed trough was as moist as silage fermenting in the sun and I squeezed my chops together, bracing myself for the thorough ploughing I was surely to receive…


If you're not panting and barely able to keep your hands off yourself after that, I am hanging up my pen!!! 

This entry is part of the #EUPHOFF from The Chintz Curtain - you HAVE to read the other entries, they are simply genius!!! Thank for inspiring me :D

Please flick my bean to be taken to Euphoff Heaven!


EuphOff

Monday, 19 May 2014

Argh! It's Today!

I can't believe it's here - Taking Flight, Book 2 in A Clockwork Butterfly trilogy (erotic fantasy) - has been translated into American and re-published for your sexy reading delights!!

If chatting to the author is your thing, I'm doing a chat over at the Beachwalk Press reader's Facebook group all day today - come and ask me anything!! I mean anything! But bear in mind, I make stuff up for a living :D

Here's a wee snippet - if you are a reviewer and would like a copy - I have a few - so drop me an email: tabitharayne @ gmail.com

 Anyone could find her here—bandits, guards… She tried to rationalize her fear but her physiology took over, flooding her senses with fight-or-flight cortisones. The sensation started in her chest and swelled, radiating to every cell, making her soar above herself and stare down at the sight of a naked, disheveled forest nymph, bound and hanging. The imagined sight made her part her legs and bear down, catching her arousal in her abdomen and forcing it into her pussy, where she tried to focus all the energy that was threatening to send her out of control. It took all her concentration to keep everything centered there—all her fear, desire, lust, euphoria—but she knew it was essential somehow.
A sharp crack snapped her back to the reality of her situation again; someone was close. She tensed every sinew. Alert and staring, Deborah scoured her surroundings. Something moved in the shrubbery. It darted like an animal, low and erratic, as if cornered, but it didn’t add up. She strained her senses in its direction and tried to catch the scent on the breeze. Human.
Shuddering, she could feel her body expand to a vast canvass of nakedness. The nasal breathing of someone staring hard at the object of their intent filled her ears. Deborah gripped the strapping on each wrist tight and tensed her muscles in a way that she hoped would alert the watcher to her strength in this situation, not her vulnerability. Her skin flushed with warmth under the scrutiny of the shadowy, hidden figure. They stared at each other; she completely exposed and he—she could smell it was a he—completely obscured. There was a strange control conundrum going on in Deborah’s head: as long as he kept himself hidden and meek, she felt like she was holding the power. She let this thought roll around in her psyche and was amazed to feel her body relax and melt into this newfound confidence. Letting the ropes take her weight, she hung a little, shifting her feet apart and opening her legs to share her wet treasure with the voyeur.
A rustle in the leaves signaled approval and Deborah ventured a twist of the shoulders that carried down through her chest, hips, and knees, and ended with a flourish on her pointed toes. Her body needed to move and sway now, and she carried on her slow, snake-like dance, throwing her head back as she dangled on her bindings. They took her weight easily as she lifted her outstretched legs and brought them up in a V shape to display her splayed, ripe pussy to the stranger. If Deborah could have found the will inside her to stop, she would have, but something had crept in while she was experiencing the beauty of the forest—something feral had awakened. Maybe the forest itself had her under a spell, mimicking its unashamed joy at being alive. She wanted to celebrate the day, the moment, the life, her sex. She wanted to fuck and be fucked, not just physically but spiritually. And she felt like she was on the brink of both.




Taking Flight by Tabitha Rayne
The prequel to
A Clockwork Butterfly
Genre(s): Futuristic Erotic Romance 
Price: $4.99
Beachwalk
Amazon UK
Amazon .COM 

Lovers on the run in search of a bond that transcends all else.
Dr. Deborah Regan is a scientist working on a cure to the poison that's killing the male population and destroying the natural world. But when she makes a breakthrough in her research, it becomes clear that the authorities have no intention of finding a cure, and now that she's getting closer to an answer, she's a threat to them—a threat they need to deal with quickly.
Deborah and her partner, Marcus, flee to the forest where they meet another couple on the run. Birch and Hazel show them how to survive in the wild and teach them the theory of ultimate unity. They believe that by finding sexual nirvana at the point of intense orgasm, they will break through the barriers of physicality and become one.
It soon becomes apparent that Deborah has an aptitude for falling into this trance-like state, and she manages to bring Marcus on her journey. Their spirits can indeed join together at the meeting point, suspended in time and space while they climax.
When Birch and Hazel become jealous of the young couple's ease at reaching ultimate unity—something they've unsuccessfully tried to do for years—they betray Deborah and Marcus to the authorities. As they are separated, Marcus begs Deborah to continue to search for the ultimate sexual unity, because he's convinced that no matter where they are, this connection will allow them to meet again on a spiritual plane.
Will this metaphysical union be enough for a couple so deeply in love?
Content Warning: This book contains apocalyptic peril and graphic sexual content, including m/f and f/f sexual interaction, along with BSDM*
Here's the covers of the other books in the trilogy

Out now!
Out June 15th




Tuesday, 15 October 2013

Where have all the nipples gone now?

I've decided to revisit this post from ages ago on the Spicy Authors blog (My Beachwalk pals)

It's been a while since I got any new undies but leading in to autumn always makes me think of lovely new
Booo!
undergarments... and then I remembered about this post - some things never change...

Choose some nice lingerie - easy task?

No, ladies, it was not.

And I'll tell you why! Remember not so long ago I called for a Visible Panty Line revival?

Well my trip to the underwear shops - both online and real, got my blood boiling... Why, WHY are all bras so padded? I don't understand. Now I am in no way what one would call 'well endowed' - but I have enough to keep me happy and don't feel the need to make them look any bigger - a little push up now and then, ok, I'll give you that, but that's not really why I'm raving on...

Yay!
My big problem is that while these brassieres may give you a little ooomf, what they take away is far more serious - the nipple!

Surely one of the highlights of the adult world is to catch a peek of a nipple through a tight T-shirt - or blouse? But with these contraptions, a lady would have to be packing rockets on the end of her bosoms to even show a glimpse of her little delights.


So ladies, I'm calling for us to unite - free the nipples from the tyranny of these armoured monsters!

Um, I'm done now... better go see if I can unpick the  padding from that new bra...

Though to be fair to my occasional hypocrisy - I do allow those vintage bras from the 50s that are bullet proof and elevate your breasts to a pointed cone - visible in your own eyeline. Those, I can do ;)

By the way - None of my heroines wear padded bras - in fact my heroines rarely wear bras at all with all that 'love-on-the-run-cavorting-outside' going on!
let me know what you think!

All my Beachwalk Press books are currently on a less than half price sale! -check out this page http://aneroticadventure.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/ebook-sale.html
It should cater for all your favourite retailers!

Thanks for joining me today - I'd be nuthin without ya x x x x

Wednesday, 14 August 2013

August Alfresco!

Welcome to my sexy post as part of the August Alfresco event! Join in the fun where lovin' in the great outdoors is all the rage! Prizes and fab books all for you...

Comment on this post to be in to win one of these fabulous prizes:
A Kindle and £50 worth of Total-E-Bound ebooks.
or £50 worth of Xcite ebooks
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I love being outside - I get distinctly antsy if I stay indoors for more than a few hours - my new trilogy is all about mother nature in all her glory and my obsession with saving the world erotica style!
Here is a very sexy excerpt from my newest novel, Taking Flight - part of the The Meeting Point trilogy.
This really is a bit saucier than I usually post so those of you prone to blushing - please read with caution... ;)

Taking Flight - COMING SOON! - (prequel to A Clockwork Butterfly - available now)

She followed behind Marcus, having to remind herself to take in her surroundings every now and then, instead of staring incessantly at the hypnotic gait of his heels as they trod through the undergrowth. The forest was truly beautiful, mainly oak and silver birch filling it up. They must have been walking for at least a couple of hours when Marcus stopped her.
‘Shh.’ He reached back, halting her with his palm, ‘Listen.’ In the distance was a rhythmic cracking sound, biting into the air. Almost like a twig snapping underfoot but not quite. It was followed every now and then by a whimper. Deborah froze. The acoustics of the forest were oppressive yet oddly echoed the noise. It seemed to ricochet off the bark of the tree trunks and bounce right to them. She could tell Marcus was intrigued and he started moving, more cautiously this time, palming the branches as he went, being careful not to let them spring back in her face. As they moved closer to the sound, there was a small incline to climb. They got down on their bellies and crawled to the brow, which descended into a natural birch-lined amphitheatre. Deborah held her breath and stared at the sight before her.
Bound
Between two trees, a naked woman was tied spread-eagled. Lash marks were visible over her back and thighs. Her long hair tumbled about her shoulders as she let her head fall back. A scruffy-looking man wearing only woodcutter’s breeches stood slightly to the side of her, wielding a switch of what looked to Deborah to be red hazel. As they watched, the man sliced the switch through the air and whipped the woman soundly on the buttocks. She let out a throaty groan and Deborah went to spring forward to demand what was going on. No sooner had she twitched the first muscle than Marcus pounced on top of her, flattening her to the ground and holding her mouth closed. She breathed angrily though her nose as they kept watching the scene of torture.
‘Shh,’ Marcus growled into her ear. ‘Just watch.’ It was all she could do, pinned to the forest floor with her face aimed at the show. She was bewildered and all her instincts wanted to free the poor woman who was being so savagely beaten. Struggling, she tried to wriggle out of Marcus’ grip, but he held her fast and whispered again, ‘I mean it, watch …’
She relaxed her body, knowing the battle would be lost anyway and stared. The woman was swaying in what must have been agony on the ropes which bit into her wrists and ankles. The weight of Marcus on her back stifled Deborah’s breath. The whip lashed the woman once more. When the cry came, Deborah was shocked to feel Marcus pressing his pelvis into her behind. He was obviously enjoying the scene and his cock began to stir and harden, pressing into her flesh. Deborah didn’t know what to feel and was suddenly furious as he stared to slowly hump her bottom through their joint layers of clothing. She was about to scream out and throw him off when she saw the tied woman look round to her captor. Her eyes were sparkling and the most dazzling smile crossed her face. He let the cane fall to his side for a moment and leant in to kiss her, long and sensuously, while his free hand reached down between her legs and began to massage her pussy and arse. The woman responded by pressing her hips backwards, exposing as much of her sex to his advances as she could while tied to a tree. Marcus’ cock stiffened further as the man began to finger the woman slowly with two thick digits. Deborah saw that the fingers of the man and the inner thighs of the woman were slick with desire, and she started to feel the wet tingling in her own pussy.
Nature will take it back...
Marcus still had his hands over her mouth and started to massage her lips with his middle finger, forcing it in between her teeth, mimicking the pussy play on show for them. Deborah began to suckle him, letting him probe her mouth and pulse in and out of it like he was fucking her there. Her nipples puckered and peaked within her clothing. As if he felt it happen, Marcus’ other hand rode up under her top, into her bra, and pulled a breast out, exposing it to the earthy forest floor. Her whole body flooded with sensation as he tweaked her nipple and fingered her mouth while humping her to the sight of the two people performing below. She opened her legs and Marcus sank into the space between, riding her arse while she ground her mound into the dirt. He released her nipple and snaked his way down to her desperate pudenda. He cupped the bony nub, letting it rest on the fleshy heel of his hand while his fingers hooked into her dampening knickers through her skirt. She humped and wriggled until her skirt hitched up over her hips. Marcus helped it along. He pulled her knickers to the side and slid his fingers in and out in time with the attentions on her mouth. All the while they watched the man and woman. Laying down his crop, the man ducked under her arm and stood to face her. He looked at her intensely before falling to his knees in front of her, devouring her pussy in long, slurping kisses.
The woman made frantic whimpering noises again and writhed in her bindings. Deborah couldn’t take her eyes off the scene. Her pussy soaked through her panties while Marcus still fingered her. She was so wet and so full of desire that she sucked harder and deeper on Marcus’ hand, taking more and more fingers in, trying to swallow him up. He took the hint and dragged down his jeans, letting his thick, heavy cock fall out onto her arse. She arched her hips up, giving him the best entry, and he teased her, dipping in the tiniest way, easing her open slowly despite the fact she was so wet he could have sunk in unhindered. The woman below was now being licked and sucked as the man shoved two fingers deep into her. Deborah had the perfect view and thought she would pass out with the sheer lust of the situation.
She wanted to be fucked harder and deeper than she ever had – she wanted to be that woman, tied to the tree and whipped. Remembering the sting of the slap Marcus had given her the night before made her pussy burn with excitement.
The man was now pulling down his own trousers with his free hand, letting his sizable dick fall out before clutching it in his fist and pumping in time with his frantic attentions on the bound woman. She was howling with sexual abandon now and, finally, Marcus thrust himself deep inside Deborah’s yearning wet cunt. She panted damply through her nose and wriggled as Marcus returned his hand to between her pussy lips, rubbing her bud in time with his thrusting. Deborah had never felt so open and wanton and let her body flop as she witnessed the woman’s final squeal, watching as her pussy convulsed and her climax juices ran down the hand of the man while he came in a white arc over the springy forest floor. It was the horniest sight she’d ever seen and Deborah’s pussy began to spasm as the orgasm that she’d been on the brink of burst through, rippling from the pit of her abdomen out through her pussy, into her clit, all the way up through her torso, and out through her mouth in an ear-splitting shriek.
In full bloom
Marcus quickly rolled back, out of view from the couple who turned to see where the noise had come from. He flipped Deborah back into position and fucked her hard and fast from behind, grabbing her hair and biting into her shoulder to stop himself from shouting out too as he came deep inside her. She could feel his heart racing when he fell on top of her, and she did her best to resist the temptation to giggle. Adrenalin, sexual relief, and excitement had worked her up into a nervous state, and the thought of those two discovering their voyeurs made her almost hysterical. She couldn’t stop shaking as Marcus tried to keep her silent and still.
‘Shh,’ he whispered but she could hear the tell-tale quiver of a giggle in his voice too. He slowly eased off and motioned for her to come quickly and quietly. They snapped a couple of branches and started to run without looking back to where the man was now shouting after them...

Blurb
“Find me at the meeting point. We are more than the physical.”

Four generations from now, toxins are ravaging the land and the future of mankind is in peril. The surviving men are being rounded up and taken to holding facilities. Research scientist, Dr Deborah Regan is hoping to stabilise the decreasing male population before her lover, Marcus becomes one of those taken away.

When the authorities come looking for Marcus, Deborah  abandons her research to go on the run with her lover. They flee to the forests where they stumble across a couple indulging in some very steamy alfresco loving who agree to teach them how to live in the wild. The couple also reveal that they are intent on finding an ultimate sexual union where at the point of climax their spirits break free from the confines of their bodies and unite.
Plunged into a life of lust and survival, Deborah soon realises she can easily slip into this trancelike state and she and Marcus set out to create a transcendent bond of their own.

Can they achieve the ultimate unity before fate separates them for good?

An erotic dystopian fantasy following a young couple trying to elude capture and separation.
The eagerly awaited prequel to A Clockwork Butterfly

I hope you enjoyed this steamy excerpt! If you would like to hear all about my news and when Taking Flight is released - please 'like' my Facebook page where I'll keep you up to date.
Love Tabitha x x x
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