Sexy Saturday Sex Scene - #1!

Hey Everyone! So, last Saturday Stella Price started Sexy Saturday Sex Scenes, and it looked like such fun, I thought I'd jump in and do it as well. 

So whats all this "Sexy Saturday Sex Scenes"? A contest, and the details are like this:

Read the sex scene, and pick a song that you think could be playing in the background during said scene. Post the song in the Hot Thoughts Blog comments section. On Sunday, a winner will be picked from the comments. So you have untill 5pm (est) on Sunday.

What do you win? An ecopy of the book where the sex scene is featured.  So, are you ready?  Here is my first 'Sexy Saturday Sex Scene'.


The Painted Lady, Winter Wishes Anthology

Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance

Length: 8k

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Noting the distance remaining to be about ten minutes, she decided to let her surprise out of the bag, so to speak.

Saying nothing, she started working to release the large buttons that traced down the front of her soft, long coat and then spread it wide. Resting quietly in her backpack were the rest of her clothes, except for her boots. She stretched a silken bare leg out so he could see it out of the corner of his eye.

Saff smiled like the Cheshire cat when she heard his deep intake of air. Got him, and it felt good after he had literally nailed her that day of the last shoot.

Using her hand, she slowly stroked it up her inner thigh, over her belly, then up to cup and tease her breasts.

“Shit!” Full of shock, the word came straight from his balls.

“Ummm, is something wrong, stud?” She knew his weaknesses just as he had known hers.

“You’re a cruel woman, Saffron.” This was said with pleasure rising right along with his cock.

When she felt a surge in the car’s sudden burst of forward movement, a secret thrill rose within her. Pulling into his driveway and through the winding road, he slid to a stop, not taking the time to park in the garage as he usually did. Undoing his seatbelt, he was out like a flash, but she was quicker.

With her coat still on, she spread herself across the front of his low-slung Jaguar in the blazing white glare of the security light wearing nothing but her boots and gooseflesh. She paid no attention to the cold.

“Take me, Dirk.”

“Shit, Saff, you’re going to be the death of me,” he muttered as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, then pulled out his hard cock. Walking slowly up to her, he stroked the hard length as he moved in between her legs, putting his other hand on the hood next to her head for leverage.

Once he had lodged the crown within her slit, she moved to hook her boot heels onto the bumper, then spread her legs wide around his hips. Heat radiated off him in waves, seeping into her body. Releasing his cock, he moved his hand to the other side of her head and said fiercely, “Don’t ever fucking leave me like that again, Saff!”

“I love you, Dirk. I did then and I always will—now, will you thrust that big, hard cock deep inside my pussy? Give me your heat.” Looking him in the eye, Saff gave him back his total honesty.

Growling, she was sure with both lust and satisfaction, he hammered his hard length in and out of her on the hood of his car, giving her no mercy, but then again, none was requested.

The local wildlife population was being entertained by the rough and wild fucking taking place in the spotlight, as were any others who were up at the late hour and happened upon them, but neither participant cared. Nor were they paying attention to the freezing temps.

“Fucking right I’ll give you my cock, it’s the only one allowed to play in this lush ground!” Pounding his length deep within her wet cleft over and over again, he watched her breasts bounce with the force. He thrilled with each “ungh” he forced from her mouth.

Backs weren’t meant to lay across metal surfaces in the cold, but all she felt at that moment was the hard cock carving its own path in and out of her pussy with such force, her breasts bounced and rubbed against Dirk’s covered chest, exciting them both further. Saff’s nipples felt raw as the iced tips scraped across his warm, clothed chest.

“Shit, your tits are so tight!”

The air they exhaled rested heavily between them as they grunted and groaned, but neither stopped the untamed fucking until Saff wrapped her legs around his hips and screamed, her pussy spasming around his pulsing, seed-shooting cock.

“Dirk!”

“Fuck yeah, Saff!”

Dirk abruptly stood with Saffy wrapped around him, his prick still buried deep within her heated cleft and her coat flapping behind her. The lovers moved up the front stairs and into the warm, welcoming embrace of the cozy old house, leaving mistakes and the cold behind.


Your turn, what song do you hear playing as Dirk takes Saffron across the hood of his car on a freezing night?


By the way, head over to Stella and Audra Price's blog, they also have a Sexy Saturday Sex Scene up, and it happens to be from one of my favorite books of their's:  Wishes!  UPDATED:  Cat Johnson and Bianca D'Arc are also participating in S4!

Book Talk!

I'm working on 'Double Punch', which will be followed up by 'Cyra's Cyclopes' [you met them in 'Hephaestus Lays Down the Law'], and I suddenly realized that the Ancient Greek Gods and Goddesses have shown up in my writing before, and I don't mean any other book in the Mythological Messes Redux series.

They show up in 'The Painted Lady', part of the Winter Wishes Anthology.

The heroine, Saffron Hoyt, is a model doing a private commission as her last photoshoot. She's retiring because she doesn't want to watch her weight anymore. The gig involves having her body painted so she blends into a variety of paintings/sculpture such as Sandro Botticelli's Birth of Venus, Peter Paul Ruben's Leda and the Swan, and the Venus de Milo.

There is also an important appearance by Janus in 'New Beginnings: Carpe Diem'.

You haven't heard of him? Well, he isn't Greek, he's Roman, but he fit so perfectly, I had to go with him. You see, the escapees need are searching for a name to suit their new piece of paradise and the heroine, Maris, who was a librarian, suggests Janus. Amongst other things, he was the god of civilization, beginnings and endings, and blessed with a benevolent personality. Perfect.

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Today, doing laundry, shopping for grad gift and weeding, I got to thinking about tattoos. I'm not entirely sure why, but I was, and the subject led me to pick out stories I've written with unique ways characters have chosen to celebrate their bodies. Tattoos and piercings, I find them interesting.

So which stories are they found?

An Invitation to The World: New Zealand has Timu Tuhaere, a Maorian hunk of a rugby player who "sported a tribal tattoo that snaked from his knee around his inner upper thigh and up to finish atop a spectacularly muscular ass."

The Gilded Cage has Max Stephenson, a Brit with "four metal balls of his magic cross piercing." My editor had one comment when this piercing was later detailed: ouch and yet it offered nothing but pleasure.

The Painted Lady is a bit different in that they aren't tattoos, but Saffron Hoyt has her body painted to suit some very erotic images, like "...in the guise of a naked Princess Leia sitting before Jabba the Hut from Return of the Jedi...".

Fun times, I wonder what other areas I've touched on before?

eBook and Book Talk!

This Book and eBook Talk showcases Becoming Persephone by Dagmar Avery and is the fourth story that, with mine [Hephaestus Lays Down the Law], makes up anthology:

Love's Immortal Pantheon
Published by Tease Publishing
isbn: 978-1607670254
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Paperback is now available on Amazon, BN, Powell's, BAM or your local bookshop.


Becoming Persephone
by Dagmar Avery
ISBN # 978-1-60767-020-9
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Story one in the Fated mistresses trilogy.

Invited to the Eros Festival, Drea encounters many people calming to be gods, including Hades, a man that makes her body burn. Hades pursues her, but it isn't as easy as a normal hunt and chase. There are obstacles in the way, sexy, horny obstacles that want to keep them apart... and Drea has to decide... a night of meaningless pleasure at the hands of the gods, or a lifetime beside one, and only one, as Persephone.


Excerpt:

Drea felt his body before she heard his voice. The solid mass of him behind her, the smooth lines of his powerful thighs pressed against the backs of her legs, her ass, and the thick arousal riding high on the small of her back. His voice, of deep timbre, smoky and rich like her favorite claret, vibrated through her body.

"Beautiful night, is it not?"

She smirked and turned, looking him over with no small amount of amusement. Sexy? More so than should be possible, but when you’re dealing with the ‘gods’, it was often so. And along with the sexy came the arrogance, something you couldn't get around when dealing with them either. He stood there in black leather pants, his straight black hair cut short in the back, choppy and long in the front, laying over the right side of his face, partially hiding one if his brilliant blue eyes. His skin, a glowing, stunning alabaster, seemed to soak up the moonlight on the terrace where they stood. No shirt to mar his beauty, though he was not without adornment.

His nipples were pierced through with a sooty mat black ring, and he had a tattoo, seemingly burned into the left side of his torso, a swirling mass of what seemed like undulating shadow.

Was this to be her lover tonight? This stunning vision of a man, who looked at her as if she were a snack? She allowed herself to indulge in the thought of what could possibly come to be by morning. The thoughts were more than agreeable. She licked her lips and cocked her head. While he wasn’t the first she had met this evening, he was by far the most attractive. Zeus was pretty, but not her style, Hermes was sexy but blond, and Drea didn’t care for blondes, and Hypnos, while dark and stunning, went sniffing after Tansy before she could even return his greeting to her. No, this one was perfect, exactly her type, and what was better, he seemed quite interested.

"It is. And who might you be?"

The man in front of her smirked and nodded. "Hades."

Hades? Well tales about his uber yumminess were true, if that was who he really was. "I’m Drea."

"Yes I know, the most stunning of the possible concubines."

Concubines? Well that was new.

Drea was there for a party, her and two other friends, Pander and Tansy. They had been invited while out walking around Athens, a young boy bringing them an invitation addressed to the three of them to attend an evening mixer in praise of Eros. They had laughed, and figured why not, after all who could say no to a party in praise of the love god, especially when they were in Greece for an anything goes kind of vacation?

Alone in the world except for each other, they had come to Greece to mourn the death of the only woman who had ever cared for them. Amalia was the closest thing they would ever have to a mother, and her death had jarred them all severely. Her will stated that there was provisions for the girls to go to Greece, celebrate life in her name, and enjoy the month they would be there. The will also provided a small amount of money for each, which stipulated that they spend it on luxuries and clothes as to prepare themselves for their adventure abroad. It was to be a grand adventure, and no expense spared. Drea, Tansy and Pander all went into it warily, as everything they had ever had was worked for, and hard, but when they received the money, and a letter each from Amalia, stating that their destinies would be realized in Greece, they collectively took the chance, and threw caution to the wind.

When they had arrived at the party by way of gondola, bringing them across a large glistening pond just on the outskirts of Athens, a woman dressed in a super sheer sheath informed them of the kind of party they were at, one where the males were all gods, and were looking for new companions. They were told that they had been invited because they possessed individually and collectively much of what each of the gods was looking for. Now, how they knew this was beyond any of them, but if these revelers wanted to roll play something this ornate, and include them in the decadence, who where they to say no?

“I suppose so, though why you think so is anyone’s guess.”

Hades looked her over with no amount of undisguised lust. His eyes traveled up her legs, and frowned as he met her mid thigh, where the tops of her thigh highs were peeking, the black lace with the blue ribbons weaved through. The look quickly fled as his gaze traveled up her body further, past the black satin pleated skirt, and the blue satin shirt, lingering at the upper breast that peeked out of the satin then resting on the pulse in her neck for a moment. When he reached her eyes, for he did look her dead on, he had a very satisfied smirk on his face, as if he had indeed bought something perfect for him.

“On the contrary, your attentions will be in demand tonight. I’m lucky to have them now. Let’s hope the situation keeps.” He offered his hand. “A dance I think?” he asked and smiled at her, making her body tighten in low places.

“Why not.” She took his hand, letting the warmth of it seep into her pores and walked with him towards another room, one resonating with sound and darkness.

The music surrounded them, as her companion pulled her to him, placing his hands on her hips. They swayed, his body hard in front of her, hers yielding. The music took over and she soon turned and grinded her ass into his groin and bent over, coming up slowly, her dark raven hair around her head like a cloud as she arched.

His hands went to her hips again to steady her and then his right went to her hair and pulled her back, not violently, but enough to exert dominance over the situation. She whimpered, and heat pooled in the recesses of her body.

Hades tsked in her ear, and the sound made her shiver almost as much as his voice.
“Now pet, you’re just teasing, and I don’t do well with teasing. If you’re serious, we should move to a more comfortable spot.” He nibbled her neck. “I can’t wait to get inside you.”

Drea moaned at his attentions, and at the feel of his erection pressed against her once again. “Umm, and what makes you think you’re going to?” she said and rolled her hips. “What makes you better than the rest around here tonight?”

“Come with me and find out.”

Oh Lord did she want to come with him. Several times over the course of the evening if at all possible. Hades seemed like the kind of guy that could fulfill that fantasy ten times over, but she wasn’t easy, and as much as her body was screaming for it, she would have to make him work for it. No matter what her vacation goals were, a hot guy hung like a Clydesdale wasn’t going to get a piece of her after a five minute dance.

She rolled her hips once more, as if to prove her point, and then pulled away from him. He let go of her hair and she turned, smirking at him and walked further into the smoky room, intent on getting a game of chase out of it.

Dagmar Avery
~Sex, Blood and Rock and Roll~

eBook and Book Talk!

This Book and eBook Talk looks at Pluto's Offering by Selena Illyria and is the third installment of the other stories that are with mine [Hephaestus Lays Down the Law] in paperback:

Love's Immortal Pantheon
Published by Tease Publishing
isbn: 978-1607670254
$12.99

Paperback is now available on Amazon.


Iriana is thrust into the future where she is branded as a witch and offered up as a sacrifice to the Roman, God, Pluto. She doesn’t expect to lust after him.

Pluto leads a lonely existence. When Iriana comes into his world his life changes. He finds himself wanting to experience the outside world he shunned and try new things. The only problem, he knows he must send her back to her own time.

Is he be willing to say good-bye to the woman that has touched his heart?

Excerpt

Pluto tried to ignore the way his body was reacting to his latest sacrifice or captive as he preferred to call them. His heart was hammering against his chest, he felt light headed, his balls ached and his cock was pressing against his breeches demanding its freedom. He absently adjusted himself as he walked toward his palace. He almost stumbled twice when his thoughts drifted back to the sacrifice.

She is lovely, her lips are quite tempting and despite her soaked appearance she is attractive. I just wish I could get her out of her clothes. He came to a sudden stop and cursed at himself. I am not going to sleep with her. She is obviously not of this time. I will send her back and wait for them to send me someone else. Someone who actually wants to be here. He continued walking. Keeping his senses open just in case she needed help walking over the rocky shore. A soft squeak caused him to turn around and find her on her butt, knees together, shins apart. Starting back to help her, he stopped when she pushed herself up and got to her feet, reaching behind to dust her bottom off.

She made her way carefully over the stones until she reached him. “So let me get this straight, you are Pluto, Roman God of the dead?”

“That is what I said.”

She blinked. “And this is all real?”

“Yes.”

“Uh huh, do you have another name? You know maybe Hades?”

“That is my cousin.”

“Okay, so no other name. Can I call you P? Pluto reminds me of the dog, you know from . . .”

He held up a hand, “I understand, yes, you can call me P as you put it.”

Trying to hold back a chuckle, he turned and began walking. He could feel her behind him, carefully picking her way over the rocky terrain. Stopping again he turned, “Do you want me to help you?”

“Nope, nope, I got it P. I don’t mean to be rude but did your parents hate you?”
“Excuse me?”

“Did they hate you? I mean come on; you’ve got a planet named after you that was demoted and a dog from a cartoon. I can’t take you seriously with a name like Pluto.” She looked up at him and he couldn’t hold back the laugh. He laughed long and loud. The sound echoed off the walls and ceiling of the cavern back to him. When he finally stopped, he was wiping away tears. When his vision cleared he found her standing before him, her lips twitching as if she was trying to resist smiling.

“My parents did not hate me, perhaps they are disappointed with me but they don’t hate me. Come, I’m sure you’re hungry and need a change of clothes.” He nodded his head toward the palace and began to move.

“You really need to look into paving, walking this shore or whatever the hell it is, is a bitch.”

He chuckled in response. Pluto was quite thankful that she wasn’t peering closer at the stones she would have found she was walking on skulls and bones mixed in with rock. When they finally reached the steps of the palace she looked tired. He felt bad for her so without asking, he stooped down and scooped her up in his arms. “Hey, put me down, I can walk thank you very much.”

“Yes, but you shouldn’t have to. You made it this far, let me carry you. You must be tired.”

She didn’t look at him when she muttered, “I have legs and I know how to use them.”

“Yes, but you’re tired. Let me carry you. Please, it’s the least I can do.”

Iriana finally turned her head to look at him, weariness in her eyes, “You’re going to eat me aren’t you?”

His cock twitched in response. “Not unless you want me to.”

© 2008-2009 Copyright Selena Illyria, All Rights Reserved


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This Book Talk and eBook Talk looks at Erato by Cat Johnson and is the second installment of the other stories that are with mine [Hephaestus Lays Down the Law] in paperback:

Love's Immortal Pantheon
Published by Tease Publishing
isbn: 978-1607670254
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Paperback is now available on Amazon.


Welcome to Mt. Olympus, where erotic pleasures reign supreme and the ancient Greek gods engage in games that have no rules. When the lowly muse Erato is unwittingly used as a pawn in Aphrodite and Eros’ vengeful quest against Apollo, can he emerge the winner of their battle? More importantly, will he lose his heart to the unsuspecting nymph Acantha in the process?

Excerpt (PG)

“So, as I was saying my lovely Erato, your familiarity with the mortals is what makes you perfect for this assignment, and though I am loathe to part with you for even a short time, I must, for you are the best suited for the task at hand.”

Erato cleared the frog from his throat and steeled his nerves. “If I may, my perfect goddess, what is this task of which you speak?”

Aphrodite ran one nail down Eros’ sculpted arm. “Tell him, my golden one.”

Eros shot Erato another grin full of mischief. “It’s simple, my friend. You go down below, locate one particular female, and let her fall in love with you.”

Erato frowned. It sounded simple enough, deceptively so. Mortals were extremely susceptible to those who resided on Mt. Olympus, which was one reason why once a mortal entered the palace of the gods, they never willingly left.

One look into his eyes and the female would be his. One night in his bed and she would never want to part with him. But still, why him? “And why have I been chosen…specifically?”

Aphrodite looked proud of herself as she explained. “It may be required that you live among the mortals for some time. Mortal time, of course, is nothing for one of us, but still, any of the others would stand out among the commoners. You, however, with your strange preoccupation with those living below, will know how to blend in.”

Aphrodite thought he and he alone could blend in with the commoners? Erato wasn’t sure whether to take that as a compliment or an insult. So he collected mortal literature. He was the Muse of Poetry, for Zeus’ sake. It was his job to be familiar with mortal writers.

Compliment or not, Erato said, “Thank you, goddess. And will Eros assist me with one of his arrows and his ever true aim to make the female fall in love with me?”

Now Eros’ involvement in the plan made more sense, since love was the goal. All that needed to be done was for Eros to shoot the female with one of his golden tipped arrows and she would be irretrievably in love with whomever she saw next.

“My arrow will not be necessary, my friend. She will fall in love with you as certainly as the sun rises and sets. What female could ever resist you? But I will be nearby. Do not fear.” Eros treated Erato to his cherubic smirk once more.

Erato nodded, not sure he was relieved by Eros’ assurance. “All right. When am I to leave?”

Aphrodite smiled. “Immediately, but treat me to one last kiss, Erato, before I lose you to the mortals.”

Erato rose at Aphrodite’s command, in more ways than one, and touched his lips to hers. Her mouth tasted of the sea and the familiar tang caused a tide of memories of all they’d shared to flood his mind. A moan of pure desire rose from Erato’s chest and he had to stop himself from pressing his body against hers, a presumption that would surely earn him more pain than pleasure.

The chamber around him began to swirl into an indecipherable tangle of sensations. Erato still smelled the scent of rosemary oil lingering in the room, his body still ached with wanting what pleasures it knew the goddess could provide, he still tasted the salty sea in her mouth, but things were no longer clear…

Dizzy and barely able to think, Erato heard Eros giggle and then everything went blank.

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eBook and Book Talk!

Over the next few weeks, here on Book Talk and eBook Talk, I'm going to be showcasing the other stories that are with mine [Hephaestus Lays Down the Law] in paperback:

Love's Immortal Pantheon
Published by Tease Publishing
isbn:  978-1607670254
$12.99

Paperback is now available on Amazon.

First up is:

Seduction in Moonlight by Diana DeRicci
Published By: Tease Publishing LLC
ISBN # 978-1-60767-026-1

Blurb:
When Selene is brought to earth by a mortal man, the passion she finds is one she cannot leave, yet she only has three nights of the Flower Moon to experience this wonder. When confronted by Zeus, she risks everything to stay with the man who has stolen her heart.

This is a twisted retelling of the Selene and Endymion story.

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Excerpt:
Edmon returned to the calm lake the following night. He had awakened from the most glorious dream that morning beside the lake where it looked as though he had fallen asleep. He had rested well, which was unusual. It had been a dream of a beautiful woman, a goddess that had bedazzled him. He had not drunk himself into a stupor that night, but could not think of one reason he would be dreaming of such a woman when his head should have been filled with battle strategies, wars lost and won. The occasional relief he found with a faceless, nameless woman seemed distant in his memory. This dream had felt so real, far too detailed. The color of her hair, the jewels that had been wound throughout, the scent of her skin. One that could make him ache with just the memory. He lifted a hand and stroked a finger across his lips, as though he had just shared her kiss. He swore he still tasted the sweet touch of her lips on his own.

He walked the edge of the lake far from the road, studying it in the darkness, taut with an ache that he could not release. Not even by his own hand, and he had considered it. Training in the fields until he was ready to collapse, had taken the worst of the boiling desire from his thoughts, but not now. Not in the place he had envisioned the woman of silvery light and beauty unlike any woman he had ever known.

He tipped back and looked at the luminous globe in the sky, hanging like a silver dusky disk still low in the horizon, her rise just beginning. A glowing jeweled nimbus created by the wisp of traveling clouds between the earth and the moon gave the sight a mythical and magical touch. Then he cursed at the cold beauty of it, craving what he should not.

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