Pussy Liquor

Hello my Pretties, Did that get your attention? I love that song.

My catalog is down for a bit but, don't worry, I'm on it. I've got a plan in store that will make updates to my catalog quite a bit easier for me to implement and reduce the risk of mismanagement and bad coding behaviors. [ Where did you mind go just now? Implements? Bad Behaviors? ]  It is now 5/5/2015 - 9:48PM . . . and I intend on having my catalog whipped, fixed, up and ready for your greedy eyes by this time tomorrow night. Hell or high water.

Sleep or no sleep.

In the meantime, I'm offering up a free short story in compensation, Charcoal and Pinstripes. Mobi, Epub, PDF.

To further wet your whistle, how about a teaser from Rapture, Book 1 of the Gods of Lust Romance-Erotica Series?

Rapture, Gods of Lust Series, Book 1

Ginger only felt his heat under her skin, her hand still so close to his heart, but then the chill slowly returned.

“You have drunk the water from the lake. You have eaten well. You can see well, now, no more darkness. Your pulse is strong. Your skin is flushed, not pale. You look....” He reached out like before, stroking her cheek with the soft heat of his fingers as he studied her features. “Very much alive.”

Thoughts she didn’t want to explore popped like bubbles made of glass. Tears trailed down her cheeks and Thor wiped them away with his thumb.

Ginger turned her face into his hand, letting the warmth of his palm touch to the tip of her nose. “So strange. I don’t feel it. Not like I would if I was outside in the snow.”

“Yes, that....” his voice trailed off into nothing.

Ginger held her eyes steady as she looked at him, and that sensation from earlier returned—the one governed by things far beyond emotional plights and past boyfriends warded off with best-friend’s-forever-garlic. Closing her eyes, she let it pull her forward, shortening the distance between them until she could feel his lips, so supple, right against hers. Just lightly, a barely-there touch.

Thor’s lips parted and she took in his breath, that lovely flavor of autumn and ice. It filled her lungs, reaching out into her blood like liquid heat. Thor slid his hand from her cheek, down to her neck. He ran his fingers under the lobe of her ear, his thumb trailing just under her chin.

The heat inside her built like a fire, the only way to douse the flame was to kiss. His mouth against hers was like a bit of freedom. A reminder that she was still whole, human, a woman. Moving her mouth against his, lips parted slightly but not brave enough yet to go further, Ginger loved the way he didn’t try to back away but he didn’t readily give in, either. He held steady under the rough needfulness of her kiss, matching her movement, falling into the flow of her mouth on his.

One motion flowed easily into the next as she rose to her knees—driven by a mindless, primal force. A force that guided her hands around his neck as she stood. Bent at the waist as not to end the kiss, she moved, parting her feet to straddle his thighs.

He reached up, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her down, causing her knees to buckle. Breathless, she opened her eyes as she lowered herself. It was like a dance of the sexual sort, the act of simply dropping lower, his face against her stomach, looking up between her breasts.

With her body firm against his chest, the fabric of her skirt gathered high around her thighs while she dropped down to him. When her breasts came close to his mouth he squeezed his arms, holding her still. He didn’t look away from her eyes, though. He just held her, breathing deep, the heat of his breath racing over the skin of her chest.

Legs spread around him, feet in the toasty sand, his heat sinking deeper and deeper—her heart began to drum faster. Being there, without movement, eye to eye, only made her want him more. It was like an angry need that built inside.

When it suited him, he laxed his arms and let her slide further down, taking her with a kiss as she moved. His heat—such a potent sensation—sank into her thighs and ass, soothing and building the ache of her pussy. Up-close, connected this way, she could see that strange light in his eyes. Like a dot of starlight in a night sky, somewhere far away and deep. The clouds were barely there, faintly visible over his dark irises like a reflection of the sky.

Sliding one hand down her back, pressing her against him, he leaned into her for another kiss. When a pleasured rumble built in his chest, she was taken by the urge to grind herself against him, sooth the fire.

There was a tiny, miniscule objection in the back of her mind, but it was subdued by the way his tongue ran against hers, making her melt into him as if the fire from him had taken over. Clutching his hair, she groaned sinfully and gave in to the urge to grind herself lewdly against him. Two layers of thin fabric—that’s all that separated them when she flexed and rubbed her pussy against him. Tensing, he sucked in a breath of air from around her lips.

Christ, he was hard... and she loved it.

The position she was in, the angle of their bodies, it was perfect. She rubbed herself against him again. His heartbeat was loud, almost like it was in the air, echoing off the cave walls. The desire to sink into him and lose herself forever pushed her to move harder and faster against him.

How did this get so powerful between them? Was this how it would always be?

That thought in her mind repeated again, growing louder, screaming at her over the stupor of lust they were drowning in.

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