Wednesday, February 27
Normally I am a full length novel reader. I like to immerse myself in a story and really get to know the characters and what makes the love story, and the intimacy between them special. However, there are other times when I want instant satisfaction :) That's why I love short stories too, they are my quickie romance fix, LOL.
Erotic Romance author Cara Carnes is my guest today, and her new short story with Ellora's Cave, Weekend Menage, is just the type of read that I would go for when I'm in the mood for short, sexy...and dare I say it....even more sexy! As you will soon see when you read a few of her kinked up list of places to have sex :) Enjoy!
Public sex. Perhaps it’s the thrill of getting caught or watched. Perhaps it’s the naughtiness of the location. Either way, it’s hot. If you do a Google search for places to have sex you’ll laundry lists of locations provided by Cosmopolitan, Men’s Health and hundreds of others. Eh.
The problem with these lists is that…well…they’re a little vanilla. I mean, who hasn’t messed around in a movie theater? And the beach? First off, not all of us have access to the sexiness that is the sand. And clearly whoever suggested that beach hasn’t ever tried to get granules out of crevices that were never meant to be exposed to such tawdry behavior.
I decide to take one of these random lists and mention a few of the options they did and…kink them up a bit. What can I say? It’s what I do :)
The longest list I located was at RomanceStuck.com which has a collection of 102 Places To Have Sex. I’m choosing the ones that intrigued my raunchier side. The numbers here correspond to the numbers there. You’ve been warned :
6. On the pool table: Okay, this has potential. The kink factor? Throw in a game of pool beforehand and add a few stakes into the mix. Perhaps the winner gets to pick the position. If you’re really wild, choose a pool table in a public place. That is the point of this list, right? *smiley*
34. On a rooftop: I swear I hadn’t read the list until now. This is actually in Weekend Menage, so I’ll carry on with the list because the guys in my story do a much better job of kinking that up than I could.
50. In an elevator: Perhaps it’s just me, but this always seems so overdone. What ever happened to taking the stairs? Grab your guy, haul his ass into that never used stairwell and have at it. A couple of notes: 1) Watch out for security cameras unless you want to be watched. 2.) Make sure the doors will open when you’re ready to leave.
63. In a hot air balloon: Earlier on the list there was a suggestion of in a room filled with balloons and that made me think of a hot air balloon, so I’m glad to see it made it on the list. It’s a fun, hot romp with a view! Take a video camera with you. You never know what you may catch. *smiley*
72. Off a beaten trail in the woods: Okay first off, there are insects. I loathe insects. Things like ticks and chiggers that’ll chew your flesh away and give you lime disease afterward. And since you’re romping in the woods, do you really want those small buggers getting access to your private bits? I didn’t think so. The alternative? This one is tough. If you’re in a country area, or have access to it and it’s around Halloween, many local farmers will turn their cornfields or crops into mazes for the Halloween/Fall festivities. Make it a challenge. You make it through the maze without getting caught and you get a prize of your choice at the end. He catches you? He gets you. Right there. Hmm…I’m thinking that might be a win/win no matter what. *smiley*
I could go on and on cause this list is actually pretty cool. Be adventurous with your partner. Just make sure to discuss it openly and if it’s intense, have a safe word or some other way of cuing the other one into the fact you may no longer be into the scene.
The most important thing? Enjoy one another and have fun. *smiley*
One night of controlled passion is all she allows.
Rebecca Ann Majors fled the temptation of a ménage once, but now the two sexy men starring in her wildest fantasy are back and demanding her complete surrender for the weekend. Emboldened by lust, she succumbs to her desire and learns ecstasy has a price.
They demand everything she has and more.
Joe Davenport and Dillan Morrisey were used to handling any situation—including the sexy siren who’d sashayed out of their lives two years ago. This time she’ll quench their lust even if it means they have to share her.
When Sunday morning dawns the three must decide if one weekend was enough to sate the passion they shared.
A Romantica® erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Setup: This is the start of Rebecca’s intense evening out with Joe and Dillan. She thinks this is going to be an innocuous dinner out, perhaps a little dancing afterward. She should’ve known better. *smiley*
Joe and Dillan ordered and she found herself ordering the same thing as Joe had, even though she had no idea what that was. Paying attention would’ve probably been a good idea. The waiter smiled pleasantly and headed toward the kitchen.
“You know the great thing about this dress?” Dillan whispered.
Rebecca shook her head and swallowed as his fingers grazed her inner thigh.
Joe leaned in on her other side. His raspy voice shuddered through her. “These thin straps will slide down your shoulders quite nicely. Those gorgeous breasts of yours will be bare easily enough, won’t they?”
“Yes.” The whispered response was dragged out of her. Her nipples hardened as the anticipation became unbearable. Her pussy clenched.
“You’re so responsive. You have my mouth watering just thinking about sucking on one of those hard little nubs,” Dillan rasped. “Would you like that?”
“Spread your legs more. I want to be able to slide my fingers across that sweet pussy of yours. Are you wet for us yet, honey?” Joe’s hand slid from her left knee upward. His fingers hooked inward under the thin black material.
She gasped at the contact, brief but effective. Awareness tunneled to the finger stroking her wet pussy. She moved to place her hands on them, between her and them. Anywhere but where they were resting lamely on the table.
“Keep them there,” Dillan ordered. “Be a good girl and let us enjoy you before the waiter comes back. We’ve been thinking about this all day, wondering what you’d wear. What you’d taste like when we stroke your pussy until it’s wet.”
Joe’s finger slid into her and she arched into the touch. Dillan nestled a linen napkin across her lap and grinned. His hot breath trailed across her cheek. “Kiss me, Rebecca.”
Any hope she had of sorting out the jumble in her brain disappeared with the command. To hell with understanding what she was doing. All that mattered was experiencing these two men, what they offered.
She claimed Dillan’s mouth, her tongue roamed his lips and begged for entry. A firm hand held her head in place as he seized control. She ceded the kiss to him, delved into the erotic dance of his tongue melding with hers. He thrust in tandem to Joe’s finger, as if the two men had synchronized their movements. Or maybe her mind was incapable of discerning one action from another.
She didn’t care.
They kissed, tormented, until her body liquefied between them. Just when she’d accepted her fate as a jellyfish the erotic bliss ended. Fingers edged their way to her knees. Dillan licked her lips one last time before pulling back.
She blinked to awareness. Diego stood before them, a knowing grin etched on his handsome face as he placed the bread basket. Mortified, she studied the napkin in her lap and closed her eyes.
She was crazy. Back the padded truck up and load her up with a wardrobe of buckle-down-the-back jackets. Certifiable.