Sunday, April 22, 2018

My New Erotic Romance "Our Sexy Surrogate"

I have just finished writing this erotic romance which I hope you will enjoy.  Here's what it is about:

A young couple was having trouble conceiving a child until they met a sexy lesbian who had a unique offer they couldn't refuse. She was willing to have sex with the husband as long as his beautiful wife could be part of the action. Will he be able to satisfy the lust of these two hot women? Will they all get along like one big happy family? Find out in this erotic romance that is very sexually explicit and meant for readers 18+.

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Monday, March 5, 2018

So many men; So many books

People often ask me where I get the models for the male characters in the erotic romances that I write.  Do I write from experience? Do I know these sexy men?  Well...the short answer is "Kinda".

The story that most represents my life and experience is High School Reunion.  This romance is loosely based on my courtship with my husband.  I knew him in high school, but I was too immature to pick up on the signals he was sending at the time when he gave me a romantic poem that he'd written about his feelings towards me on the last day of school. Yes, I was an idiot but he gave me a second chance.

The main character in my story is a musician and writer, like my husband.  He's a Ginger with freckles and long legs that seem to go on forever.  The mystery in my story is whether or not he will show up at the reunion ten years after they graduate.  Is it too late for them?  Or will they get a second chance at love?

Speaking of musicians, the main character in my erotic romance Storyville: A Time Travel Erotic Romance is modeled after one of my favorite New Orleans musicians, Jelly Roll Morton.  In the story, a modern girl flees California after catching her boyfriend cheating on her.  She lives across the street from the St. Louis Cemetary in New Orleans and falls in love with a sexy Creole man, who is actually a ghost from the days of Storyville, the notorious red-light district in New Orleans in the late 1800s. He introduces her to sexual situations that challenge her jealousy when he wants her to have sex with his wife and his boyfriend who owns one of the Brennan Restaurants in the city.  Will she revolt?  Or will she acquiesce?

I didn't set out to write two erotic romances that feature African American men but wrote one again into my story The Killing Moon: An Erotic Vampire Romance.  He bears a striking resemblance to the actor Idris Elba.  I love the Civil War and couldn't resist writing about a vampire who used to be a slave.  Don't you just love stories about vampires?  I do.  I always empathized with Lon Chaney's Phantom of the Opera and Wolfman and was fascinated by the True Blood series on HBO.

My character in the story is attracted to another book boyfriend I created.  He lives in Charleston and is a famous chef.  He is into BDSM and she goes to his house with her friend Candy, the hooker.
The three of them have a very good time in his red room.  When I was writing the dialog for him, I pictured Alexander Skarsgard.  I must have still been thinking about True Blood.

I love reading, writing, and watching mysteries, so I wrote an erotic mystery entitled Taken In about a homicide detective who ends up falling for his prime suspect.

Speaking of cops, I wrote a story about the sexual fantasies of a sexy cop and a hot teacher.  It's called Hot for Teacher.  My characters meet in the laundry room of their apartment complex.

I used to work in a library next to a courthouse, so I used that location in my story of a sexy older husband who catches his young wife flirting with the guys in their apartment's communal jacuzzi.  He teaches her a lesson she'll never forget.

Last, but next least I wrote a cougar story called Candy's Room about a young man who bears a striking resemblance to a young Leonardo Caprio.  She invites him back to her apartment after meeting him at a convenience store and ends up breaking his heart. sounds like Maggie May.  Hmmm.

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Friday, February 2, 2018

Cougar Story

The first erotic story I wrote is called Candy's Room.  I wanted to write a coming of age story about a first time experience that left an 18-year-old guy hurt and alone afterward; kind of like "The Summer of 42". For erotica, I think it's a very sweet story. You'll want to give him a big hug after you're finished reading it. (I know I did).

Here's an excerpt from Candy's Room:

I knew she was older, but I didn’t know by how many years.  I could tell that she had a lot of experience with guys because she seemed to have a lot of confidence in the flirting department.  Whereas I felt like a total doofus standing there with my hard-on watching her gorgeous full red lips sucking that damned popsicle up and down.  Like an idiot, I said, “I bet your tongue is getting red.”

I couldn't believe it when she invited me back to her apartment.  Once we were inside, she asked me to untie the shoelaces that wrapped around her gorgeous calves. I did as requested. I was her humble servant.  I untied them very slowly, savoring each time my fingertips touched her flesh. I got up the courage to reach over to kiss her. She tasted so good from eating the Popsicle.  I would love that taste for the rest of my life.  I told her, “You taste like the Big-Stick.”

“Do I?” she asked, knowing full-well the sexual overtones of what I’d just said.  We both laughed.

I reached over and boldly pushed her tube top down.  I had been dying to do it since I first laid eyes on her.  Her tits were big.  Really big.  I couldn’t believe she was letting me see them.  I told her, “You are so beautiful.”
I’m sure I wasn’t the first guy to ever see them, but I was really starting to like the idea of her showing me how to be her lover.  I liked that she was older.  Even though there was a big age difference.  I wondered who she’d been with.  How many guys had she fucked?

Candy's Room
Maggie May 
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Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Blood Moon

Don't forget to look up in the sky early tomorrow morning to see The Blood Moon. It will look the best on the west coast at 5:00 a.m. Here's an excerpt from my story The Killing Moon: An Erotic Vampire Romance which stars a blood moon:

"While I’m enjoying my latte and reading the newspaper Saturday morning, I learn that there will be a blood moon tonight. It sounds creepy, but I am fascinated and read more. I learn that the term “blood moon” refers to a complete lunar eclipse that causes the moon to appear red. All sorts of legends surround the phenomena. Many see a cosmic significance. Some believe it may be a sign of God that portends an approaching apocalypse. For others, it signals a certain foreboding. Something is about to change. I read the last line, something is about to change, again. Call me nuts, but I took it as a sign. Maybe tonight I will see my vampire again! What have I got to lose? Deciding to do something special, I call for an appointment at my hairdresser’s. I tell her I am going to a Renaissance Festival and want my long hair curled with flowers interwoven in my tresses. Next, I go dress shopping. I’m looking for a flowing white gypsy gown that is floor length. I find just what I’m looking for at Macy’s. There’s a Victoria Secret store in the mall, and I stop in there and buy some sexy white lingerie.

Back home, I take a bubble bath and shave my legs and pubes; and then put on my white dress. Before my hair appointment, I stop at the florist and tell them what I want and they provide the flowers: lilies of the valley, baby’s breath, and coral-bells. The sun is almost down by the time I get back home from my hairdresser. Maybe the full moon is making me a little mad tonight, I think as I look at myself in the floor length mirror in my bedroom. I laugh at myself. You little fool. Well, at least I got a pretty dress and my hair looks nice.

I make myself a quick salad and wait to see what the night shall bring forth. At about eight o’clock, I look out my window at the blood moon for the billionth time. I scold myself, thinking, I’m a college educated woman and I fell for all the superstitious malarkey. I feel so frustrated and lonely that I start crying. Then, I see a man standing in my backyard. It’s him. My vampire! I run outside to greet him and throw my arms around him. 

He laughs at my enthusiasm. “Stand back, Renee,” he says. “Let me get a good look at you.” I twirl around so he gets a complete view and then I do a little curtsy. He laughs and says, “What a beautiful girl you are! What’s the occasion?”

“It’s the blood moon,” I say, pointing up at it.

He tells me, “In the vampire culture, some call it a killing moon.”

“Why?” I ask.

“Because some of us went out in large groups to find humans to feed off of.” 

He has totally ruined the mood for me and I take a step backward, repelled by him. “Did you kill anyone?”

“I’d rather not say.”

“You actually did, didn’t you?!” I ask, horrified. 

“I was a young vampire. I learned not to over the years.” 

“Are you going to kill me tonight?” I ask, feeling totally heartbroken. 

“Of course not! I love you!”

"Is it me you love or just my blood?”

“You! I don’t need your blood now that I can get it synthetically.”

“Let’s go inside,” I tell him. I feel like a fool for falling in love with such a man. I begin taking the flowers out of my hair and throwing them down. He picks them up and follows me.

At the threshold, he says, “I sense that you don’t want me here. You must invite me inside. I can’t come in until you do.” I want to trust him. I want to lose my virginity tonight; I’ve been looking forward to it; so I acquiesce.

“Come on in,” I tell him and lead him to my bedroom where, earlier in the night, I had lit candles. I sit on the bed and pat the area next to me.

He sits down and says, “You look like a bride tonight.” He runs his fingers through my curls and weaves the flowers I was wearing back into my hair. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Thank you,” I tentatively say.

“I’m serious. You are so lovely.” I put my hand on his leg, starting to warm up to him. He reaches down to the bottom of my dress and slowly lifts it up. With his hand underneath, he stops when he feels the garters that are holding up my thigh highs. He travels up to my garter belt and says, “I love these. So sexy.” He unclasps the garters on my left leg and slowly rolls my stocking down to my feet. Then, he gingerly takes it off and kisses my foot. My heart melts when I see his tenderness. “You like?” he asks.

“I love,” I answer. “Do the same thing to my right leg.”

“Yes. I’d be honored.” He rolls down my stocking just as slowly and sensually as he did with the other, and kisses my foot when he’s done. His kisses travel up my leg and I wonder if he’s going lick my pussy. I hope so!! When he reaches my slit, I tremble, waiting for him. With his first lick, I almost have an orgasm, I’m so excited. He spends time licking and teasing the outside of my pussy and then inserts a finger. “You’re really wet,” he tells me.

“Good,” I tell him. “I am ready for you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please. I want you to take me tonight.” He lies me down on my bed and climbs on top of me, smothering me with kisses. I feel little bites on my neck. It reminds me of getting hickeys from boys when I was in junior high school. It doesn’t really hurt. I know that he wants my blood. Totally surrendering to him, I say, “Do it! Please, just do it!”

“Are you sure?” he asks. 

“Yes. I want you.” With that, he buries his teeth into my neck. It doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. In fact, it turns me on. I hear him lapping up my blood and wonder what my white sheets are going to look like in the morning. Then, I brush away the thought. Who cares? I can buy new ones! He stands up next to the bed and steps out of his clothes. I let out a sigh when I see his magnificent body. He is perfection. Muscular and taut. Wide shoulders tapering down to a thin waist. My eyes follow him down to where I see his Vee, just the way Candy told me. The Vee leads down to his pubic hair and I get my first look at his big hard cock. Wow! Will I be able to take him inside of me? Will his girth tear me apart? As if he can read my mind, he once more goes down to my pussy to make me a wet as I can possibly be before he puts his cock inside of me. I’m touched by his concern for me. I feel cherished. Like I’m special. I reach down to feel him and am delighted to touch his precum. I lift him from on top and touch his body, which beautifully glows in the candlelight. I edge my mouth down to his cock and cover it with kisses. I suck and take him as far as I can go in my mouth and he groans with pleasure. I spit on my hand and rub saliva all over his cock until it is saturated with both my saliva and his pre-cum. I come back to meet his mouth and say, “It’s time. Take me.” With that assurance, he slowly introduces his cock to my pussy. He probes his way in, not taking me all at once. My pubic bone rubs against his pelvis and turns me on even more. He can feel me squeezing his dick with pleasure, welcoming him inside. With one thrust, he pops my cherry and goes all the way in. I feel overpowered and love being in this position. I can feel an orgasm building. My pussy walls grab his cock. They are so strong that I almost push him completely out. Oh, my God!! It feels so good!! We both have an orgasm at the same time. It is the best thing I’ve ever experienced with anyone. I belong to him now." 

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Friday, January 19, 2018

Sex with a Vampire

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have sex with a vampire?  If so, take a look at this fun and sexy excerpt from The Killing Moon: An Erotic Vampire Romance:

It has been two weeks and I still haven’t seen my vampire.  He hasn’t come into the library and I haven’t seen him near my house.  Where can he be?  I wonder if he’s in New Orleans with his maker?  Is he having sex with her right now?  Or maybe he is having a three-way somewhere with my hooker friend, Candy.  Finally, I get tired of waiting and call Candy to see if she’s heard from him.  I fish her business card out of my wallet and give her a ring.
I’m surprised when she picks up and I hear her familiar hello.  “Hi, Candy.  I thought you might let it go to voicemail.”
“Who’s this?” she asks suspiciously.
“Don’t you remember me?  It’s Renee.  We’ve have sex twice?  Have you forgotten me already?”
She laughs and says, “Hi, Renee.  Of course, I remember you.  Would you like to come over to my house and play with me?”
“I’m afraid I can’t afford you, honey.”
“Too bad.  I really wish you could.”
I clear my throat and try to dismiss thoughts of the fun and sexy times we’ve had together.  I tell her, “Actually, Candy, I’m calling to ask if you’ve seen vampire Beauregard.”
“No.  I haven’t seen him in ages.  Have you two hooked up?”
“I’m still a virgin, if you can believe it.”
“Honey, that cherry needs poppin’ someday.”
“I know.  I wanted to, but I got scared when his fangs came out.”
“I know.  It freaked me out the first time too.  But he was paying, so I had to get used to it.”
“Did he ever take too much of your blood?  Were you ever afraid he might accidentally kill you?”
“No.  I just felt sluggish afterwards.  He told me to take some iron supplements.  I did and then I regained my strength.  Back to normal.”
“That’s good to know.  So…how many times have you two had sex together?”
“Only twice.”
“Is he a good lover?”
“Yes!  Very intense.  He loves oral.”
“Why am I not surprised?”
She says, “Hang on while I light a cigarette.”
After I hear her exhale, I ask, “Did it hurt your pussy when he was licking and sucking?  Did you feel like he was gobbling you up; like he was literally eating you out?”
Candy laughs at my question and says, “Honey, he licked and sucked just the way I like it.”
“Okay.  Good to know.”
Candy teases, “All this sex talk is making my kitty purr.  Anything else I can do for you, Renee?”
“What’s he look like without any clothes on?”
“Can’t we talk about us?” Candy drawls, in her best southern accent.
Feeling awkward, I say, “I’m just wondering, is all.”
She takes a drag off her cigarette and answers, “Well, if you insist.  He’s hot.”
“Yeah…Go on.”
“His chest and shoulders are really muscular and his biceps are well defined.  His pelvic muscles go down forming a perfect Vee, if you know what I mean.”
“No.  What do you mean?”
“Muscular guys like him have washboard abs and when their muscles veer down to their cocks, it forms a perfect Vee.”
“Hmmm.  Sounds sexy.  Does he have pubic hair?”
“Yeah.  Just like any other guy.  Oh, and he doesn’t have horns on his head or hoofs for feet, either.”
I laugh and say, “Good to know.”

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Friday, December 15, 2017

Threesomes in New Orleans

It’s been a while since I’ve been blogging; so, this morning I had some thoughts about my erotic romances and the subject of jealousy.

When I wrote my first sexy story, it starred two characters who have a very brief relationship.  Little did I know that a reader would buy it; I was just giving erotic romance writing a shot to see if anyone was interested.

From there, I went on to write 9 more and joined the Wicked Pen Writers.  My readers have been very kind to me and I’ve met some wonderful writers through the years. One of my favorites, Pandora Sparks, blessed me with one of my favorite all-time reviews on her blog.  It was for my historical erotic romance, Storyville: A Time Travel Erotic Romance, which is about a young woman who moves to New Orleans and falls in love with a Creole musician who turns out to be a ghost from the late 1800s.  One of my favorite Creole musicians from New Orleans is Jelly Roll Morton and he served as a model for my male lead.

Here’s an excerpt of her review:

The most wonderful thing about this story is the narration. The author's voice is consistent and wonderful to read. Bonus for well placed vocabulary and a clean manuscript. I found the story easy and relaxing to read, engaging, and very creative. I always appreciate stories that surprise me, so when the narrator discovered Jan Baptist had a wife, and that his wife wanted to sleep with her, she went with it to please him, having a good time with it.”

She also mentioned in the review that my female character left her "rock star boyfriend." I never thought of him like that, but I guess that's a good description.

My husband was in a blues band when we met in high school and I knew how much groupies like musicians; so, it can be challenging--to say the least when--when you’re in a serious relationship with one and watch these ladies in action.  I knew my husband for a year before he even told me he was in a band and played the guitar.  We were at the beach with friends someone handed him one and told him to play the Grateful Dead’s song Friend of the Devil.  I was floored because I love that song and he played and sang it so perfectly.  I fell in love with him and will always be his number one fan.  He's a great musician.

The young woman in my story falls madly in love with a ghost who is a piano player who challenges her jealousy by introducing her to some threesomes scenarios (MMF and FFM) that teach her to let go and just enjoy the moment.  Their time together is so fleeting, since he drifts back and forth into her life, so that by the time she sees him again, she’s willing to go along with whatever he suggests and is surprised to discover that she actually loves it.

I’m not sure I would ever be so open to some of the scenes in the book; but in my fantasies, I might.  That’s what they call them fantasies, right?

Here's the book cover:
I've felt like the confused lady sitting in the chair at times. 

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Sunday, September 17, 2017

A modern erotic version of Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibility

This scene takes place in the Hollywood Hills at a costume party given by Colin Firth, the actor famous for playing Mr. Darcy in the television adaption of Pride and Prejudice. The sisters had met him earlier when they were at the Pantages Theater in Hollywood for Wicked. I thought it might be fun to let the Dashwood sisters role play and lose their inhibitions at the party, so I hope you'll enjoy:

As the date for the masquerade party approaches, Elinor and Marianne have been busy planning their costumes.  Neither wants the other to know what she will wear until the night of the party.  When that night comes, they can’t wait to see each other’s reactions to their outfits. Mrs. Dashwood and Margaret sit in the living room, eagerly waiting for “the big reveal”.

At last, Marianne comes out of her bedroom. She is dressed like Scarlett O’Hara—hoop skirt and all. She waves her fan and says, “Fiddle-dee-dee.  It’s so hot in here, I’m positively wilting.  Where ever is that sister of mine?”

Their sister Margaret lets out a gleeful scream and says, “Oh, Marianne.  That’s such a perfect costume for you.  You’re just like Scarlett.”

"Am I?"

She is answered by the crack of a whip.  The three of them look at each other in confusion and fear. Margaret sees Elinor and says, “Oh My God!  Elinor is dressed like Cat Woman!”

Elinor says, “Cat Woman, Halle-Berry-style.”  She struts into the room clothed in low-hung black leather pants connected to a bikini top that crisscrosses over her stomach and back.  She also sports black leather boots and gloves that have claws on the fingertips.  A black mask with cat ears completes her ensemble.  She proclaims, “I am Cat Woman.  Hear me roar.”

Marianne and Margaret gush over her outfit, but Mrs. Dashwood has reservations. 

She tells Elinor, “I’ve seen people really lose their inhibitions when they go to costume parties.  I was at one where a woman dressed as a pregnant girl scout spent the whole night sitting on the laps of practically every man in the room.”

Margaret says, “Oh, a pregnant Girl Scout?  That’s a good one!”

Her mother interrupts and tells Elinor, “Seriously, I hope you don’t lose your inhibitions at the party and do something you'll regret later.”

Marianne can’t stop laughing at the way Elinor is dressed.  Once she catches her breath, she tells her “Elinor, I never knew you had a dark side!”

She answers, “Who knows what surprises tonight may hold.”

Margaret tells her, “You really do look hot, Elinor.  You should wear leather more often.”

Everyone laughs, but her mother tells her, “Elinor, you’d better behave yourself tonight and you need to keep an eye on your little sister.”

“I promise, Mamma,” she answers.

Elinor tells Marianne, “Come on, Miss Scarlett.  Let’s go party.”

Their mother shouts, “Elinor!  You’d better take a sweater.  You’re going to freeze in that outfit!”

She looks back at her mother and hisses.

As they are walking out the door, Marianne whispers, “Elinor! I can’t believe you just did that!” Both laugh. “This really is a whole other side of you.  You’re usually so prissy and judgmental.”

“Am I? Is that how you see me?”

“Yes. Sometimes.”

“Well then, I promise I’ll work on that,” she reassures her sister. Once in the car, she puts on a cd by Heart and turns the volume up when the song Barracuda by Heart comes on. Both sisters sing along as Elinor heads for the party.

When they arrive at their destination, Marianne asks, “Will you be using your whip tonight?”


“Oh, boy.  This is going to be fun,” Marianne answers, clapping her hands.

Once they arrive at the party, they get out of the car and walk to the door.

Before ringing the doorbell, Elinor asks, “Are you ready to go inside?”

"I think so," she answers, feeling a bit scared of what lies beyond the door.

"Don't worry.  If it gets too freaky, tell me and we'll leave."

With a sense of adventure, Marianne says, "Okay.  Let's do this thang!" 

"I like your spirit.  Let's go see Mr. Darcy."

They get out of the car and hear laughter and loud music.  The sisters walk up the stone steps and knock on the door.  A woman who is completely naked except for an owl mask and a dog collar around her neck answers. She is dragging a leash, like a dog who has run away from its master. Seeing how Elinor is dressed, she flirts with her, saying, “Oh, Cat Woman. You look positively yummy.  You may hold my leash.”

Elinor looks at her sister hoping for encouragement, but Marianne shrugs her shoulders as if to say, “The ball’s in your court, sis.”

She takes the proffered leash and leads "owl lady" inside. They wander out to the pool where a band is playing songs from the 80s. Some people have shed their masks and clothes and are skinny-dipping.  In the hot tub, a naked woman sits on top of a man with her breasts in his face while he plays with them.

Both girls are shocked by the nudity; yet can’t look away.  They’re glad when the band takes a break and they can talk to each other. 

Marianne says, “This party is really wild.  Mamma would be so mad at us for coming here!” 

"I know," Elinor answers.  Both are relieved when they see the British actor, Colin Firth, approach. 

He walks over to Elinor and says, "Wow! What a brilliant costume.  You look fantastic!"

Elinor blushes and, feeling self-conscious, asks, "Do you think I went too far?  Do I look ridiculous dressed as Cat Woman?"

He clears his throat and answers, "That the furthest thing from the truth."

"What do you mean?"

"You make a perfect Cat Woman." He slowly checks out her body from head to toe, and then repeats, "Wow!"

Feeling slightly self-conscious, she points to Marianne and asks, "What do you think of her costume?"

He notices her for the first time and tells her, "You make a cute Scarlett."

She fans herself and answers, "Why...thank you kindly, Sir." Looking at his ruffled shirt and wet hair, she tells him, "I like your ruffled shirt.  After a few beats, she asks, "Why is your hair all wet?"

"Johny Depp threw me in the pool."

She answers, "Oh my God!  Is he here, too?  I have a huge crush on him! She looks around and then asks, "Do you know where he is?" 

"I lost track."

"Oh...I think I'll go see where he is!" she tells him and hurries off.


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