So excited to announce the release of the first book in my new series, Sex Blitz. The first book is called Hayden's Turn.
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Helen has recovered from her last wild night at Sex Camp, an amazing orgy with eight different partners. Now she has developed an attachment to Hayden, the super-model gorgeous recruiter for Camp. She falls more in love with him, but how can they be exclusive in a place like this?
When Hayden accepted the invitation to the Blitz, he gave consent to give up all control. He has no idea who, when, where, or what will happen, he only knows it will be very, very pleasurable. But at Sex Camp, you get your excitement from pushing the limits. Helen and Hayden wake early in the morning to find Doctor T and their friends have come, and they will force Hayden to give up all control before the ultimate pleasure can be his.
Helen, being held by a dark eyed, dark haired stranger, can only watch.
Shackles of the Genie
Check out my new release: Shackles of the Genie
Takrim is lost and beaten in the ancient forests of Arabia. Sadiq finds him and tries to save him, but finds that Takrim is under the control of a powerful, evil jinn.
The eveil jinn traps Takrim with pleasure. There's only one way to save him.
Shackles of the Genie is a gay erotic short story.
Here's a sample:
Stepping inside the warm ring of light cast by the camp fire, the stranger over his shoulder stirs. Sadiq slows, laying him down carefully to his pad of blankets.
With darkly lidded eyes, the young man looks around with confusion, and subtle relief. Questions seem to collect upon his brow, but he does not ask them. After a few moments, he meets Sadiq’s intense gaze.
“You should not have brought me here.”
Sadiq is a little put off. He kneels down before him.
“Who are you?”
For several breaths, the man stares at Sadiq with tired eyes.
“Takrim. My name is Takrim.”
“I am Sadiq.”
They nod in greeting, but Takrim’s movements are hesitant.
“What happened to you? Was something following you?”
Takrim stares out into the darkness beyond the light of the fire.
“It does not matter.”
He pushes his arm into the ground in order to stand.
“I must leave.”
Sadiq places a hand on his shoulder, firm.
“You are in no condition to travel.”
Takrim deeply fills his chest.
“My life is none of your concern.”
Sadiq smiles, giving his shoulder a paternal pat.
“It is now, stranger. My conscience will not allow me to shoo you off, half starved, thirsty, and with nothing to protect you from the chill. When is the last time you ate or drank?”
Takrim raises his hand to his face, weary. Seeing he will not – or cannot – answer, Sadiq reaches for his leather waterskin.
“Here, it’s water. Better have your fill.”
Takrim pushes away the waterskin and again tries to stand.
Sadiq grasps his bicep, holding him. They lock gazes.
“You are safe now. I don’t know what you’ve been through, but you don’t have to be afraid. Please... let me help you.”
Sadiq offers the waterskin again.
Takrim accepts it. His eyes glaze as he lifts it to his lips. Swallowing a small sip, he begins to tremble. Sadiq catches the waterskin before he drops it.
“I must... leave...” Takrim gasps. He shakes so bad he can barely get his arms underneath himself.
Sadiq covers him with a thick fur. He puts pressure on his chest, forcing him to lay back.
“No... I cannot... stay here. The ghylan... are coming.”
“Ghylan?” Sadiq huffs, reaching for his pack. “I think you need something a bit stronger than water.”
“The ghylan!” Takrim writhes.
Sadiq sits behind Takrim and pulls him against his chest, one arm restraining him, one arm holding a metal flask.
Takrim tries to resist, but he does not have the strength to fight.
“Easy, stranger. You’re safe now.”
Sadiq waits until his thrashing calms, then shows him the flask.
“Red grape wine from Ksara.”
Sadiq places the flask to Takrim’s lips and makes him drink. Takrim accepts it, gradually sinking into exhaustion.
Here's some inspiration for Shackles of the Genie:
When Ida's ship crashes on a jungle planet, she must trust in Brock, a human, and his companions in order to survive.
Here is a sample:
My worries fade as his hand greets mine. With as much leisure as we would stroll the beaches of Isothrith, we circle the immense fallen tree and find privacy behind its uprooted base.
He chuckles warmly and I turn to face him. His tan face is ruddy and sheen.
“What is funny?”
He takes both my hands in his.
“I was just thinking... If not for the crash, we may have never met.”
I cannot help but return his welcoming expression.
“I suppose there is some good in every situation.”
He closes the distance between us, his shirt brushing my exposed front side.
“Every cloud has a silver lining.” His thumb traces my chin, following my lips. “An old saying from my planet.”
I gaze down to the brush at our feet, my mind drifting back.
“Even in darkness, the Uhadyk shine.”
Lifting my gaze, I find his liquid green eyes locked on mine.
“Two stars are at the center of our solar system, Igarenya and Itinsu. Even when we rotate into the shadow of night, the Uhadyk embrace. Their light, their love guides us in all things.”
Brock leans in, caressing the side of my face as his lips meet mine.
It is so gentle. So welcome. Even though our species originated on completely different worlds, it feels as if we were made for this intimate act. That we compliment the other.
Bethonos, I want to compliment him in much, much different ways.
He pulls away just before my lips flare with sensation, that would have rippled all over my body. He does not let go of my arms as he regards me, licking his lips to savor my taste.
“You have cast a spell on me, Idarioos.”
He pronounces my name perfectly. Still, I pause in confusion.
“I do not understand.”
Brock brushes my arms in a way that makes me want to collapse into his embrace.
“A spell... Magic...”
I lift my brows with a titled smile.
“Using myths and ritual to perform feats beyond understanding?”
“Ah, yes.” I lay my hand on the very large muscles of his chest. “That is a barbaric notion.”
He leans in close and speaks just above my face. “Exactly.”
Brock kisses me again with such passion I melt in his hold. He pushes me back, his arms holding me at the perfect angle to explore my mouth. My life force quickens. My skin trembles, overwhelmed by his warmth, his taste, his strength. Energy concentrates in my core, fed by the delicious movements of his mouth over mine and his hands around my body.
The pleasure explodes outward, rushing to my skin. The dark organic designs burst with outlines of color, so bright they almost glow. I gasp from the extreme rush of sensation.
Brock pulls up, admiring the markings with his fingertips.
“You are the perfect creature.”
He traces the swirls around my abdomen, extra sensitive to his touch.
With a light brush, he raises my chin so I look upon him.
There is no denying my feelings as we walk back to the group. I have chosen Brock, now everyone knows it. The three men stare at me with wonder, my brother with something else. But I do not care. This is my choice. The most inherent right of free-thinking beings.
I turn away from my brother as we regroup to leave. His skin might have changed colors too, judging from his expression, but his body lacks the strength. Rush helps him up and we resume our trek through the forest.
Interested in Alien Erotica? You're not the only one! Here's some images there were inspiration for Crashed in the Outlands:
Over the years as an author of erotica, and connoisseur of erotic fiction, I have discovered several very useful - and pleasurable - tips to make your sex life more intimate. My husband and I have enjoyed giving them a whirl. Try them out yourself and make your love life blossom!
#1 LIGHTS OUT
Researching tantric & psychic sex for my story Sensitive, I came across an article describing a very intimate change to sex. Turn all the lights out: every crack of the window, the alarm clock light, everything. In complete darkness, try to "see" your partner with your touch. Trace every part of them.
Women in erotic novels are often described as "so dripping wet their panties are soaked". I admit I've used the visual. However, after several articles I read insisting on the heightened pleasure when using lubricants, I decided to use them more religiously. MY GOD. Some of the best pleasure of my life. Add a little flare: try "warming" or "cooling" varieties.
Everyone deserves to feel sexy. My hubby has given me increasingly naughty lingerie over the years. There's something about donning some silk, lace, and nylon that accents curves in all the right ways.
I recently read an article about how to use pillows to improve some sexual positions.
8 Creative Ways to Use a Pillow During Sex for Stronger Orgasm.
Don't be afraid to try something new, or to change around your favorite position with a pillow or two!
Smooth and soulful, or dragging a beat to help set your tempo, music can heighten your sexual experiences. Experiment with different genres and songs to find what turns on you and your partner.
Music to make love to - Playlists and suggestions online include Marvin Gaye, Chris Isaak, and Pentonix. You can also find YouTube Playlists for sensual, tantric, and instrumental music for making love.
It is one thing to read about it in a book. Quite, quite, quite different to use them in real life.
Restraints - if you want to try them - don't have to be elaborate. Start with a tie, a belt, something simple. Personally, I get the biggest thrill with hubby just holding down my wrists.
There's science behind it. Compression can put you in a state of extreme relaxation. Accepting to restraints is the ultimate level of trust and vulnerability.
Total darkness is one thing. Adding just the right amount of lighting is another. Color changing LEDs can be a nice touch. I don't know about the other men out there, but mine gets always aroused when he gets a good view. Try to light from the side, as it accents shapes. Also, try experimenting with creating sexy shadows upon the wall.
There should be no shame when making love. Be proud and comfortable of your body, and the act of love you share with your partner.
Check out this article on Women's Health: 9 Hot Ways to Use a Mirror During Sex
Massage before or during sex can help you relax and heighten sensation. You don't have to be a professional masseuse to use massage in the bedroom. Experiment with different pressures until you find one your partner is comfortable with. Massage oil is a must, add some essential oil for aroma therapy.
My husband bought us a hot stone massage set last year. Even beginners can easily learn how to use them for a very nice touch to massage, for pre-sex relaxation or even just for the enjoyment of it.
The most profound change I made to my sex life to make it more satisfying is communication. For a long time I was nervous about talking to my husband about sex. Reading a variety of erotica, researching sexual positions, tips, and - let's say - "alternative" approaches to sex, I found many many things I wanted to try in the bedroom.
How would I approach him? How could I tell him about new things I'd like to try, or things I'd like to do differently, without offending him? It took a great deal of trust, not just in him, but in our relationship, to share that kind of intimate honesty.
We opened a dialogue, and to my delight, he was game for almost everything. Once you are ready, talk with your partner about your desires. With any luck, you will find them as like minded as you are.
Thank you for reading How to Improve Your Sex Life: Ten Tips from an Erotic Author
Have your own tips to add? Favorite toys or songs? Post them in the comments!
Imagine Dragons continue to impress me. Believer and Thunder, their newest releases, add a lot of bass and rhythm to their music, but some of my favorite songs of theirs are Roots, Radioactive, and I Bet My Life.
Here is a great, soulful song by Imagine Dragons, Roots.
Want some real boom? Check out Ready Aim Fire:
Listen to their Top Track Play List:
Check out their website:
For the last few months I have been working on an alien story: Crashed in the Outlands
As I usually do, I commissioned an artist from DeviantArt to create the cover for me. This helps me visualize the characters and get a clear picture of the overall story.
In the story, an alien woman named Ida is on board a freight ship with her brother, and a mixture of other species of aliens. One of the hairy, barbaric passengers catch her eye. He is tall, muscular, and very keen eyed as he stares back at her.
Here's a sample:
Something draws near. The colorful, leafy plants along the forest floor shuffle with some large thing moving through them. My chest tightens. Is it some animal, hearing the crash and coming to plunder? I have no defense against whatever approaches.
A thick brown arm pushes aside a yellow plant. A man steps forward. The same man from the ship, and his eyes lift directly to me.
I flush with relief, but it is momentary. In truth I do not know him, the barbarian who occupied the bio bay near us. He steps forward, gazing up at my pod suspended in the tree. What will he do?
“Are you hurt?” the man calls up to me, walking over crushed sticks and leaves across the ground, bits of the tree that must have fallen when my pod crashed into it.
“Listen, it's not too far of a drop.” He stops directly below me. “Just let go and I will catch you.”
I hesitate. He looks strong enough to be able to catch me without problem, but... I do not know if I can trust him. Now that he is here, however, I will soon be on the ground with him either way. I would rather not have a sprained ankle or broken leg when we meet.
“It's alright.” He calls up when it has been a few moments. His voice is genuine, not impatient, which surprises me coming from such a brute. “Just let go.”
He's holding out his large, muscular arms, crisscrossed with veins and lightly splattered with that dark hair. I harden my resolve, not that I really want those arms to touch me, but I do not want to be dangling from this capsule any longer, either.
I let go... but I do not fall. My left wrist is still wedged between the frame and the dislodged door. Pain flares when my attention moves to it. I hiss through my teeth.
I try to rotate it free, but the weight of my body traps it between the metal.
“I'm stuck.” The words come out strained, but the man understands me. He steps to the side to try to see.
“I will climb up to help you.”
Walking to the tree trunk, he removes several large packs and an gray object, a third the length of his body, which I realize is a weapon when he sets it down. He gazes at the tree, staging his route. Many vines cover the trunk and dangle from the branches, so it will not be impossible, but it will be difficult to climb. He reaches his hand for the vine when a great creak snaps across the branch holding my capsule.
The man startles, as much as I do, holding in horror a moment, waiting to see if it will fall. I will be crushed beneath the metal capsule if it does. The tree groans and the bow sways.
“Shit, just hold on.”
Jumping onto the trunk, the man starts to climb with a swiftness I did not know was possible for a tall-standing being. His muscular arms reach, grasp, and pull up his thick form with such ease, he must have been built for such purposes.
The capsule shifts and catches on the branches, painfully jerking my arm. I grasp the edge with my right hand, trying to pull myself enough to ease my wrist free, but my left arm shakes with pain from the effort.
To my side I notice the man has reached the breaking bow, and he grabs onto it without hesitation. Grasping the sides of the bow with his thick hands, he swings his body closer.
The capsule starts to slide, raining down splinters of broken branches.
I pull harder with my right hand, trying desperately to free myself. There is movement beside me, and suddenly the man's hand closes around mine. He pulls my wrist free with a swift nudge, then lifts my arm over his shoulder.
The capsule is sliding down on top of us. I grasp around his neck, weakly with my left arm. He reaches up, grasping the bow, swinging like he did before. I try to hold on, feeling his skin is hot and slick with sweat. The bow he holds splinters. He moves quicker, with an unbelievable burst of strength, and we reach the tree trunk. With a thrust of his legs, he propels us on a vine to the other side of the tree, and onto a steady branch.
His arms are around me as the capsule crashes, taking half the tree with it. The whole thing hits the ground with a plume of smoke and green and blue leaves.
As the debris slowly settles, so does my racing heart. It takes me a few moments to realize he still holds me, steadying me against the tree trunk.
I look up to his slick, strong face. He is catching his breath, but does not seem nearly as rattled as I feel.
“Are you alright?” His voice, this close, is rich and smooth. It makes my body keep trembling, but for a different reason. When I don't answer he looks me over, lightly rubbing his hand down my arms, over my back, then my legs. I should be offended with him touching me without permission, but it does not bother me. When his fingers run over my wrist, I wince. It is dripping a steady stream of my life fluid.
I know there is a wound, but I do not want to look at it. I turn away as he takes out a cloth from his pocket and tightly wraps it.
“This will hold it for a while.” He squeezes my shoulder to get my attention. I meet his intense gaze.
His green eyes have striations of blue and gray, so vivid it holds my breath. I have never seen eye designs such as these in an off worlder. Which, I have never been so close to one either.
“You saved my life.”
He gives me a little space, out of respect, and lowers his head. This, by his mannerisms, means that I do not have to thank him.
“Let me help you down.” He offers his hand. “It will be a lot slower this time, I promise.”
I have a gotten a lot of inspiration for this story from sci fi drawings of alien worlds:
And I have also found inspiration in carnivorous and strange plants found on Earth:
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