The new year has brought a flurry of activity and the winter has hurried by. Several new audios from eSensual Books have been released to Audible with a projected fifty total new titles for this year. Surely there will be something to please everyone.
The Second Oldest Profession; Seductive Sexy Spies, an anthology I edited with Essemoh Teepee has just been released in partnership with Renaissance-Sizzler and the audio version of Cream of the Crop, the successful anthology we partnered with Xcite Books is due out this month.
Along with social networking, conferences and real life, there is little time left for writing, but I have sent off a few new novellas and recently completed my first collaborative effort with Essemoh Teepee, the first novel in a series entitled, Practical Research. An anthropology graduate signs on as a research assistant involving studies of a very intimate nature and soon finds that the subject material too hot to handle. What she doesn't realise is that she is the subject to be studied and the sexy Professor and his hot Brazilian housekeeper will become very intimate indeed. Read the adults only excerpt below.
From Practical Research:
“Ooh, are you going to spank me?” Callista put on her best innocent pout and girly voice as she pulled at his striped silk tie. Tugging it from side to side, she loosened it and slipped it over his head. His hands were hot on the bare skin of her shoulders and she thought she felt them tremble.
Anbu had an urge to put his fingers around her throat and squeeze but her next words made his spine tingle.
“You could tie me up with this…if you want?” She pushed her hips against him yet again, letting her pelvis slip from side to side, grinding against him. The gorgeous agony of his cock trapped between her and his body was making him want to thrust against her. It took all his will to control his urge. Callista was no longer a subject of study at that moment, all the time he had held himself back from women since Africa, all the suppress emotion was bubbling up inside. It was getting to be just too much. The image Callista had conjured was too strong.
She saw he wasn’t moving, wasn’t trying to stop her, he just looked at her—or was it through her.
“You would like that wouldn’t you?” His voice was throaty, full of his desire. “If you don’t stop moving your hips like that, I will do more than tie you up and spank you.”
It was the word ‘more’ that tipped her into direct action, Callista’s vision became blurred and her breathing short as she pulled his shirt from the waistband of his trousers and then reached up for the top button. Anbu grabbed her hand and held it there, pressed against his throat. All Callista could hear was their mingled breathing and the blood roaring in her ears, she could feel the pulse in his throat under her fingers, racing in tandem with hers. She had never wanted anything-or anyone more than she wanted Anbu at this very moment.
“Kiss me, Anbu.” Callista kept her gaze steady and waited. His face moved closer and she began to tremble uncontrollably. His lips brushed over hers gently before moving to her cheek. More! I want more. She turned her head, searching for his mouth; Anbu sucked in a breath and bit at her bottom lip. Callista gasped, his sharp teeth feeding her desire. His mouth covered hers and he kissed her deeply, his tongue plunging into her mouth. Callista wrapped her hands around his head and pulled him closer. His kiss was hungry, his tongue searching, she felt the power of his need reaching into her core and she began to melt inside. Whimpering, Callista pushed all of her body against him looking for intimate contact. Something to stop the ache she felt inside. It was like a cold shower when Anbu broke the kiss and pulled from her grip, with the words,
“Damn it Callista, No!”
The shock was making her whole body shudder, No this can’t happen, not now, I need this too much.
Callista tried to calm her voice and sound reasonable,
“Anbu, take it easy. What’s a kiss among friends?”
Anbu stomach was churning, seeing and feeling things from Africa, it was as though he were in two places and times, then and there as well as here and now. Another beautiful woman in his arms, ready for him, wanting him and he wanting in return. He spoke then about the past and the present,
“It is never just a kiss. We cannot, must not do this.” He pushed Callista away even though he wanted to crush her breasts to his chest and grip her hips, push himself against her, instead saying, “It will skew the study.”
Callista wanted to scream with frustration, and shuddering desire. She nearly shouted at him, “Fuck the study, Anbu. You want to know how freeing from inhibition and social sexual repression affects women - I am showing you first hand.” Anbu hands shook as he brought them to his head and he ran them through his dark hair, his eyes avoiding hers as she went on. “Think of it as practical research.” Her words stung him, his research in Africa had become entirely too practical, with tragic consequences.
Callista could see the something in his glittering eyes, a strong emotion, indecision. She took his hands in hers and placed them on her chest, the soft swell of her upper breasts filling his palms as she pressed them against her.
“Anbu, feel my heart beating. I am alive. Touch me.” For a moment the past became distant, this women in his grasp was very much alive and it had been so long. Anbu bent his head and kissed the soft rise of her breasts.
Callista mumbled into the soft hair on his head as his lips worked against her skin “You can’t hide in the study—or the past.”
Anbu looked up, the sharp new anger in his eyes made Callista shiver. He stepped from her, pushing her away and took a deep breath. Oh shit, me and my big mouth…
“What do you know of my past? You know nothing about me.”
Desperately trying to recover the moment, Callista said, “Then tell me.”
Anbu felt the upwelling of emotion overwhelm his simple desire for intimacy and comfort. He needed to remind Callista, and himself of what was between them.
“I am not your boyfriend, we are not going to hold hands and…share.”
Callista felt like his words were slapping her head from side to side, “Why do you have to be so cruel? I just want to know why you always reject me?”
“I have told you, this is an assignment. You are merely an assistant and a study subject, nothing more.” He had half turned from her as he spoke, trying to dismiss her again she thought.
That made her snarl, “I don’t think the bulge in your pants is work related.”
Anbu, stopped his hand from moving to cover his crotch, that was juvenile he thought. This needs to be a grown up conversation.
“I am human. When a beautiful woman throws herself at me what do you expect?”
Throws herself…Fucking arrogant bastard, who the fuck does he think... Callista stomped toward the door. She tried to fill her lungs but her anger left no room for air. “You know what your problem is, Professor?” She walked back and faced him, her hands on her hips and heels spiked widely into the carpet. His mouth was sneering but his eyes were still glittering, though with what she was no longer sure, but his words were horrid.
“Oh, do tell…”
Callista so wanted to slap the smug smile off his face. She let him have all her bitterness and disappointment.
“You’re so self-absorbed you couldn’t possibly care about anyone else. Maybe that is why your precious little Arab houri, Halgan, is no longer in your bed. News flash, Master Anbu, Sir; the world does not revolve around you!”
Turning on her heel, Callista took a step away towards the door, a sob beginning to force its way up her constricted throat. Anbu felt something snap inside.
When Anbu grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into his arms, the force and shock made Callista cry out, half whimper, half moan. His embrace was overpowering, all encompassing. She was both frightened - and aroused by his unexpected show of strength. Trying to twist out of his grasp he only held her tighter, his breath hot on her face. His hands were hurting her arms, the pain oddly warming low down, making her want to slump against his chest. His eyes were darker than she had ever seen them, as though his black pupils had expanded to engulf all the grey. She struggled to make sense of his words.
“And your problem, Ms. Makris, is your inability to respect boundaries. I am going to teach you some respect.” His fingers digging into her wrist, Anbu dragged her to the couch.
He sat, still holding her wrists tightly and closed his eyes before taking a deep breath. He opened them and Callista saw only power within them. His voice was deep and calm.
“On your knees, Callista.”
Callista knew her mouth and eyes were equally wide open in surprise. She snorted, closing them both quickly to find some escape, then opened them slowly saying quietly,
Anbu looked at her intently. Callista did not even think he was blinking. He was holding himself so still, it frightened her. He spoke very quietly, but forcefully,
“I said, on your knees.”
Callista stood firm. Her wrist was burning where his encircling fingers dug into her. She shifted the weight on her feet, her calves aching from the unnatural arch enforced by the high heels. Anbu reached out and pulled her by the waist, forcing her face down onto his lap. She was taken off guard and the wind knocked from her lungs as her body hit his knees. She tried to protest but could only gasp.
The sting of his hand as it made contact with the second skin of smooth leather stretched tightly across her bottom made Callista cry out. Again, he spanked her, this time harder than the last and the slow burn spread over the tightly encased muscle of her ass, leaving a delicious tingle in its wake.
“Anbu, stop, you’re hurting…” Her plea turned into a moan as she felt his long hard fingers on the bare skin of her legs, pushing the leather skirt up and over her bottom, exposing the hot skin to the cool air. His fingertips were tracing delicate circles on her tender flesh, the light touch of his hand on the newly depilated skin causing a frisson that had Callista’s nerve endings on fire. She didn’t want to like it, but oh, she did. She liked it very much.
“Anbu, please, I…” Her words trailed off, she didn’t know what to say. Callista did not want to tell him to stop.
“You need to understand how to behave.” Anbu spanked her again three times in rapid succession. Then he stroked her naked bottom again and asked,
“Do you want me to stop?”
Callista could feel the droplets of moisture trickling down the walls of her cunt. She didn’t want him to stop, she wanted so much more. Callista parted her legs slightly, gently shifting her hips form side to side, pressing her mound against the tense muscles of his thigh. She heard him inhale deeply and groan. “I can smell you.” His words made her melt even more, she could feel the lace and satin of her thong soaking wet between her thighs.
Anbu massaged the naked cheeks of her bottom with strong fingers. Callista hoped that he would leave marks that she could see later and make her remember. His deep penetrating caress parted her moist labia; wet swollen flesh opening and coming together against the soaking material of her panties, the erotic sounds like that of a soft kiss.
He spanked her again—hard, three times. She whimpered and moved her hips to grind her clit into Anbu’s knee. Again he spanked her and she screamed her need. Reaching between her legs he cupped her sex, the heel of his hand pushing at the remaining scrap of satin, sliding against her swollen clit. Callista circled her hips pushing back and up into his hand.
“You are so wet for me.” She heard him say, with wonder.
Callista was afraid to speak. She didn’t want to do anything that might stop him. The pressure was building inside her, she felt every inch of the skin covering her body as if it were stretched too tightly on her frame. She knew her juices were soaking Anbu’s pants.
“What do you want from me?” His words were faint, pensive, not so much a question as a plea as he peeled the damp cloth from between her legs and slid it down her thighs. Callista felt the wet trail of her own desire and lifted her bottom to ease his action, opening her legs wider when they were free, inviting him to explore.
She felt the whoosh of air as he raised his hand once more. Tensing the muscles in her cheeks, she waited for the brutal sting of his touch. Nothing! She wanted to cry out, beg for his burning blow, but she held back, surrendered and waited. Crack! His hand made sharp contact with renewed fervor and the rain of stinging blows were intense. Callista felt the first wave of orgasmic release push toward her core. The pressure to come was intense, filling her up to the brim and near overflowing. Her breathing grew short, her pleasure mingled with and amplified by the pain. She was hanging on the edge, needing something more. The cloth of his slacks was rough against her clit and she rubbed faster, looking for relief. So close the words were torn from her,
“Oh God, Anbu, please!”
His dark chuckle was edged with victory. He reached between her legs and slid two long, questing, fingers inside her. The walls of her cunt seized on them, squeezing them, trapping them inside her. The cool air soothed her glowing bottom making Callista more aware of the fire inside her as his fingers began to move there.
“Oh, fuck yes, Anbu, yes!” Callista lost all control. She had to surrender everything to him, needed to surrender herself. Suddenly the awareness that giving up control was not for the weak washed over her. Panicking, she felt the tide rush back, retreating from the brink into the pool of pleasure in her belly. Don’t think; just let it happen…please. Callista squeezed her eyes close and let go of her breath.
Anbu was in a dark place, his focus was on the feel of this woman on his fingers, in his lap, her helplessness, completely at his mercy. He felt the rush of power as he knew he could make her orgasm at his desire. The words came from somewhere other than his consciousness,
Anbu slipped his thumb through the slippery wet folds between her thighs and down, over her clit. He circled slowly over the smooth hard button under his thumb, at first increasing his tempo to match the increasing speed of her gasping sighs, then to his own rhythm and desire.
Callista was beyond caring about Anbu’s past or his distance from her or his fucking Bruna. What she cared about with all her shuddering body and soul was coming and coming very hard. She felt muscles clench in her belly, pushing the desire from within, bearing down hard on the thrusting twin fingers inside her. She exploded with a cry, expelling Anbu’s fingers from within her tightening sex with the sweet wet, rush of her release.
“Oh, fuck!” Callista cried out, in the agony of climax.
From the VEO Blog Tour:
When the dates were announced for this blog tour, I immediately requested Valentines Day—romantic that I am. I did not think about the fact that it was the first stop on the tour. No pressure there!
The inaugural conference of the Erotic Author’s Association was held in Las Vegas in September of 2011. My imagination racing, I wondered what would happen when a group of '‘smut writers'—myself included, got together in Sin City. The possibilities seemed endless and rather titillating. What did happen in Las Vegas? A group on wonderful, intelligent and talented people were empowered to talk about what they love to do, without any judgement. Ideas were hatched, friendships were forged and a lot of great information on the craft of writing was offered.
When Essemoh Teepee suggested an idea for an audio anthology with a companion print/ebook to support the conference, I was immediately on board. With the expertise of D.L. King to edit the print/ebook, we made a call for submissions. The premise; a voyeur watching from the penthouse of the fictional Skylane Towers hotel, describes the erotic escapades he witnesses. We received a wonderful mix of stories from a talented group of writers who were willing to share their Vegas inspiration.
On a personal level, Vegas took on a whole different atmosphere. Gone was the frenzied, cram it all in long weekends of Vegas’ past. The focus was on the activities surrounding the conference. Some highlights; A wonderful night of story telling by some great writers and, my first live reading at the Museum of Erotic Heritage. The ensuing trip back to the hotel was nearly as fun after we ‘bribed’ a Limo driver from the strip club next door, to carry ten beautiful women and one very happy man, back to the Flamingo. A beautifully dressed bride and her father sat waiting beneath the stocking clad widespread legs of the hotel sex shop, while her maid of honor fussed with her hair. Her choice of attire? Cut-off shorts and flip-flops! The closing cocktail party full of exhausted but inspired and happy writers letting down their hair and enjoying new friends was a great finale. The worst part of the conference—it was over entirely too soon!
But, Genevieve, were there any wild debaucheries taking place during the conference, you ask? Well, you will just have to listen to or read the book to find out if ’What Happens in Vegas stays in Vegas…
Today the dream becomes a reality. Voyeur Eyes Only: Vegas Windows, Erotic Encounters in Sin city is released. A big thanks to the Erotic Author’s Association, D.L. King, Xcite Books, Essemoh Teepee and all the contributors for making it happen. Available now from audible.com and Xcite Books!