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Sunday, February 2, 2025

Sexy Vampire Erotica


 

Here's a sexy excerpt from my book "The Killing Moon: An Erotic Vampire Romance" meant for those who wonder what sex with a vampire may be like--

"It has been two weeks and I still haven’t seen my vampire.  Since I’d already broken into his house, I didn’t think it was right to do it again.  He has a right to his privacy, after all.  He hasn’t come to 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 had 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. Have you two gone all the way yet?”

“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 afterward.  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.  How do you usually get ahold of him?  Did he leave you his phone number?”

“He calls me.”

“So, you don’t know how to reach him?”

“Afraid not, hon.”

“Damn!  Well, okay.  Thanks for the info.”

“Hope to see you soon!”

“You, too.  Bye now.”

All that talk about how hot his body looks and what a great lover he is has my pussy moist and needing attention.  I go to my dresser drawer and pull my vibrator out, ready to do some flying solo and wishing it would be his cock inside of me instead of my silver bullet."


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The Killing Moon: An Erotic Vampire Romance is available for 99 cents at most online bookstores including Amazon.


Here is the Amazon Link

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Saturday, October 27, 2018

Do you like reading erotic time-travel stories?


If so, I hope you'll enjoy this excerpt from my erotic romance that takes place in the former red-light district in New Orleans called Storyville:

A week passed, and I still hadn’t seen Jan Baptiste.  I was beginning to think I’d imagined him, due to all the moonlight-and-magnolias’ scenarios that had been clouding my mind. It didn’t make any sense.  What was he doing in the cemetery?  Was he a ghost?  How weird is that?!  On Saturday night, I heard the ragtime music again.  I wasn’t sure if it was coming from the cemetery or not.  I put my robe on and ran across the street to look through the fence to see if Jan was there.  As I was looking, I felt a cold presence behind me.  I quickly turned around, and there was my Jan.  I threw my arms around his neck and showered him with kisses.
He pulled away and said, “Come with me.  I want to show you something.”  I followed him around the fence and we came to a place that was opened enough for both of us to get through.  “Are you frightened?” he asked.
“Not when I’m with you.”
He took my hand and led me to a burial vault.  He pointed to one of the names on the family plot.
I asked, “That’s you?!  So, you are a ghost?”
“I’m afraid so.”
I tried wrapping my mind around what he’d just said.  It was hard to believe.  I didn’t know if ghosts really existed.
He showed me some stairs leading down to the vault.  “Follow me.”
“Have I died, too?” I asked him.
“No.  You’re very much among the living.”  He pointed to a door.
“Where are we going?” I asked as he led me towards it.
“We’re going to Storyville.  That’s where I live.”
“Storyville?  You mean the famous red-light district?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve read about it.  Storyville doesn’t exist anymore.  Are we going back in time?”
“Yes.  Back to 1899.”
"Wow!"  This is weird, but exciting, too.  I couldn’t believe it.  “Wow!” I said again.
“I hope you like it.”
“What do you do there in Storyville?”
“I play piano in some of the brothels.”
“Really?  That’s where Louis Armstrong and Jelly Roll Morton got their start!”
“You know about them?”
“Yeah.  My grandfather likes jazz.”
“If you like jazz, you’ve come to the right place.”
I could hear music playing in the distance.  Before he opened the door, he said, “Are you ready to go back to 1899 with me?”
“Sure.  I’d follow you anywhere.”
He opened the door and I beheld a barely-recognizable Basin Street.  Back then, it had railroad tracks running down the middle of the street.  People were scurrying about wearing Victorian-era clothing.  There were two-storied stately mansions, some adorned with turrets and cupolas, lining the street.  Some of the houses had naked women hanging out of the upper floor windows trying to tempt the men on the street to come inside and join them.  There were saloons and gambling parlors.
He said, “We’re going to the Mahogany House.”
“Okay,” I answered, ready for anything.
“Have you ever heard of Lulu White?”
“No.  Who is she?”
“She runs this place,” he said as we walked up to the door of a large mansion.  “It’s a lot nicer than some of the brothels down here.  It even has a marble staircase and two parlors.”
He opened a door and I saw half-dressed women sitting in a parlor talking to men.  A pianist in the corner was playing ragtime music.
Jan led me up the marble staircase and we came to a room.  I didn’t know what surprises he had in store for me next.  It was all so thrilling!
We entered a very plush bedroom filled with antiques.  It had a large crystal chandelier in the middle of the ceiling.  At first, I didn’t notice her: I was too busy looking at Jan and the dazzling interior. Then, I saw her—a red-headed young woman sitting up in a four-poster bed.  She was wearing a dressing gown that barely covered her large breasts.  I looked at Jan with fire in my eyes and said, “What’s this all about?!  Why are we here?”
He told me, “I wanted you to meet Lily, my wife.”
“Your wife!” I shouted.  “You never told me you were married!”  I was about ready to murder him.
Defensively, he answered, “I do have a past, you know.  I’ve known Lily since I was a child.  We grew up together.”
“Is she a prostitute?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re never jealous about her having sex with other men?”
“It’s all we’ve ever known.  We have an understanding.”
With building anger, I shoved his chest and yelled, “I want to go home.  I don’t like you anymore.”
He gripped my hands, trying to get me to stay.  I was surprised when he said, “Don’t be jealous.  I’m not going to be having sex with her.”
I didn’t understand what he was talking about.
He said to Lily, “She feels funny about being in bed with you.  Come to her and help her feel more comfortable.”

Lily stood up and I saw that her dressing gown had come undone, and one of her very large breasts was halfway out.  She did look good; I had to admit. She approached me and put her arms around my neck and then kissed me deeply.  Against my expectations, I liked the way she tasted: it was fresh and clean, like the cucumber-infused water served at my favorite spa.  She started unbuttoning my blouse.  I felt like backing away, but then I looked over at Jan sitting on a chair in the corner.  He winked at me.  I told myself, now I get it.  He wants to watch.  Well, I’ll put on quite a show, if that’s what he desires.  I opened Lily’s dressing gown, and caressed one of her luscious breasts, then buried my face between them.  I looked over at Jan and he was taking off his pants.

Would you like to read what happens next:
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Saturday, June 17, 2017

Writing Erotica


Decisions, decisions




Do you find it difficult to choose titles for your books?  I do.  A good title and book cover can make all the difference in the world.  I wrote an erotic romance a few months ago and it is not selling well.  The people who did review it had this to say about it:

"Author Maggie May has woven a compelling tale about a virgin, a paid escort, and a vampire who was once a slave. This novella is a fast paced short read that will keep the reader's interest through out sexual frustration, new experiences, possible love, drama and suspense .... it has it all! 

I would definitely recommend this for any 18+ lover of romance with alternate twists."

That was one of my favorite all-time reviews.  Why isn't this book selling?  It may be because the competition is fierce and I should be happy that someone chose to buy it and review it, but I'm wondering what I can do to catch my potential readers' attention.

Starting with the title:  "The Killing Moon".  Hmmm...Maybe I made a bad decision when I came up with it.  Just because I love the song of the same title by an 80s group called Echo and the Bunnyman doesn't mean it's going to work for a story.

Here's the original cover:


The cover is very pretty and eerie, but doesn't look like an erotica book, does it? My main character does lose her virginity when a vampire visits her on a night with a blood moon, but maybe my readers want a picture of a hot vampire.


Here's the current cover.

I published a free excerpt of this book and it received over a hundred downloads; but when I charged 99 cents for it, away went the downloads.

The story ends with the four main characters going to a masquerade party where there is a red room.  All four of them are in the play room at the same time. Maybe the title should have something to do with masks.  Possible new title: "Who is the Man in the Mask?"

I'm glad that it's so easy to make changes in my books when dealing with Amazon, Google Play, and Smashwords.  I don't think a traditional publisher would be so patient with me. 

If you want to take a look at it (or purchase it?) here's the
Amazon Link: