Dirty Little Holidays: Christmas with Hank & Robin

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Thick satin ribbon laced Robin’s waist, dipping between her thighs, just braced along her sex and ass to rub her as she moved. Hank tied her arms together, looping the ribbon around the bedpost to secure her.

Hank’s fingers trailed over her breasts, spreading goose bumps in the wake of his touch.

Cold glass chilled her as it met the inside of her thigh, roaming up her ass. Hank shifted the ribbon aside, coating her anus with lube before the glass pressed in on her. Sizzling pleasure spread through her as he worked the anal plug past the tight rim of her ass and seated it inside her with the most excruciating patience. Robin’s thighs wobbled to keep her upright.

With the ribbon replaced, Hank nudged her knees apart and pulled her hips back, tightening the restricted knot around her waist and pressing the plug more firmly inside of her. A faint moan vibrated against her closed mouth.

Hands curved her back harder as Hank moved in behind her, rubbing the hard length of himself over the ribbon that covered her sex.

Glass shifted inside of her again, this time in a steady beat to the small movements of Hank’s hips. Robin’s core tightened with the need to be filled, too.

The ribbon smoothed against her, wider as it unfolded, and his cock pressed it into her. Satin quickly coated wet probed her, folding around Hank, constricting around her body, and twisting the plug. Squeezing her hips, he rocked her back against him, gaining as much entrance as he could. His sharp movements tore away the first wave of her orgasm, accompanied by a sharp noise.

Long fingers and steady palms smoothed over her rear before pulling the wet ribbon to the side and plunging his bare cock to the depths of her, setting off her second wave of orgasm.

Hands yanking at the ribbon around the headboard, Robin arched back to accept him, breasts scraping against the sheets below her as she reeled in the rough pleasure. Muscles loose yet taut, squeezing down her core as she gave in. Body ricocheting, the amalgamation of attentions inflamed her in ecstasy.

Thumb pressed down on the stopper in her ass, Hank rubbed her in time with his hips, and Robin succumbed, falling into her full orgasm as he rode her relentlessly through it until tears wet the corners of her eyes.

And he came inside her, rubbing her down, soothing her, and worshipping her body.

Still seated in her core, he bent to drop soft kisses along the back of her neck. “Merry Christmas, love.”

Robin shuddered, knowing this was only her present. Hank still had his to unwrap.

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Dirty Little Photos: Santa Hat Fun

The Christmas bug has bit me – in all the right places, and I’m feeling generous. It’s been a long time, so look out for some themed Christmas photos and scenes this month.

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Dirty Little Love: Jade and Obsidian

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Dressed as Jade, her green-painted skin glittered a bit under the florescent lights as she walked to the elevator. Obsidian hadn’t met another of the twins at a convention in a long time, and never one that looked as stunning in the outfit as this specimen. Her black tights were see-through, outlining her bottom in such a way that made his cock thicken.

In his own tights, he had to hide it from the rest of the convention. He didn’t want to be banned from future conventions for getting a chubby in his costume. So he followed her to the elevator, slipping inside just before the doors closed, leaving them alone.

Jade smiled at his costume, eyes glittering as she took the whole package in, and her lip crinkled between her teeth when she saw his arousal, only making his cock harden further. Looking away, she blushed and asked, “What floor?”

He couldn’t speak for a moment, adrenaline jumping as he saw her nipples harden under the thin white top of her costume. “I hoped, your floor.”

“I suppose that’s for me then?” She gestured to his hard-on with a flick of her fingers, and he nodded. “Do you have a thing for the twins?”

He nodded again. Perverted, he knew, but he couldn’t help himself. She made a stunning version of his character’s twin sister.  Her smile made his cock jerk, and then her hand followed, cupping him through the thick and restricting fabric of his black spanks.

“Me, too. I suppose you can follow me to my room, Brother.”

The doors opened, and she walked out, hips swaying with more exaggeration, thigh high boots helping to frame her phenomenal ass. He followed like a beggar, pressing his throbbing cock against her round bottom as she fumbled with the key card to her room.  Jade arched her back into him, making his hands come down to her hips with a groan.

Her body disappeared from against him as the door opened and she slipped inside. She slipped onto the bed as he closed and locked the door behind them.  Obsidian wanted to pounce on her, tear her costume off and rail her, but he paced himself, standing in front of her, yanking her head back by her green-dyed hair, and shoving his tongue into her mouth.

But Jade wasted no time, yanking down his spanks and wrapping his cock with her hands.

“You’re quick, aren’t you?”

No answer, just her hand stroking him as she moved further onto the bed. He took the invite, grabbing her tights and rolling them down her hips. Fuck, she painted everything underneath green, too.

Jade winked at him, letting him go as she circled her legs with her arms, exposing her green pussy to him. It was everything he thought of when he fantasized about the characters together. Obsidian gripped his cock hard and angled it against her, rubbing his head against her green clit until he elicited soft begging moans for him to fuck her.

His cock, the only part of him not painted, pushed against her entrance, popping through her tight lips and tunneling for the hot wetness at the depths of her. Their moans united in the air between them.

But he wanted more, to be deeper inside of her. Leaning over her, he lifted her hips higher, shoving himself into her with the hard force he imagined a superhero would.  Legs spreading to his elbows, her nails dug into the bare flesh between his gloves and shirt.

“Tell me how hard you want me to fuck you, Jade.”

She arched her back, tightening her around him. “By the Gods, yes, fuck me, Brother. Fuck me like you’re in your shadow form, with your enormous growth.”

It was like a fan-made porn, but he loved it—the way she held onto him as his hips pounded against hers, her grip on him to take as much of him as she could, the curve of her neck as she arched her body under him. He glanced between them, watching his cock disappear into her, the green paint that enveloped everything but her lips. The paint didn’t smear one bit against his hips.

She tightened around him again as her moan echoed off the walls, her cream foaming around his shaft.

“I want you to come on me, Sister.”

Her core fluttered around him, pushing against the forcefulness of his thrusts.

“Do you want me to come inside of you?” He would take it either way; in her green pussy or in her mouth, he didn’t care. He was going to come.

“My mouth. After.” Her moans turned to cries as she came, a hard undulation of her inner muscles, trying harder to push him out, but he kept fucking her until her cries grew silent, her body stiff with pleasure until her muscles gave out and she flopped against the bed, trembling with her orgasms.

Obsidian straddled her, pulling up her white top to fondle her hard nipples. She rewarded him with another sharp, whimpering moan, and came off the bed. Green eyes blinked up at him as she took his cock into her mouth.

The suction of her mouth did him in under a minute, spilling him between her lips with a heady groan and spasming in his back and thighs. Fuck, yes. His core burned with orgasm and relief.

She breathed up at him, mouth open in the weight of her excitement. “You’re not done, are you?”

He’d be daydreaming about this every time he read the comics or put on the costume.

Guest Blog! Ray Sostre’s New Release: Her Angela & Protection: In The Beginning

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Hi Autumn, thank you for having me be your guest blog. I’m Ray Sostre, an erotic romance writer of both m/f, f/f, and ménage; mostly f/f/m, and I’m also the founder of a story submission site called AfterDark Online. Today I’m blogging about this book, which is my first lesbian erotic romance called “Her Angela & Protection: In The Beginning.”

When I first wrote the story, it was written in June 2012 for an anthology series I was hoping for  a different publisher; however, it fell through, so I went with another publisher – No Boundaries Press, and then I decided to make it a series after a couple of months debating. When I wrote the story, it only took me two days to complete it, since it was for an anthology call to another publisher. The story was short and sweet; I was amazed at the accomplishments to the story, and I truly enjoyed writing about two opposite characters – Angela & Vivienne.

One of the toughest aspects upon writing the story was that I’m a male author who can’t think like a woman, but I didn’t want to be perceived as a male author who wrote about how two women meet and decide to hook up for the night, which I know very well the law doesn’t work that way. I wanted to write some comedy in the mix, dramatic scenes, and of course sex that’s somewhat realistic. But one character I enjoyed writing about was Angela Critelli.

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When I created the character Angela Critelli, I didn’t know where I was going to go, but I knew that I wanted to create a character who was a woman, not a man-hater, but at the same time accepting her sexuality. She was dating a few men in her time, but never found them to be her type. She’d always been attracted to women, but she had a hard time accepting her attraction. And when I wrote the story, I wanted to create an odd couple living together. Vivienne getting kicked out of her home from her husband, while Angela lets her live with her. The attraction didn’t happened until their night out in the nightclub.

How I wanted to design the characters were the resemblance of a TV Show, respectively, Risolli & Isles. The only thing, I didn’t want to create a cop series, I wanted to create an erotic romance scene. The first book In The Beginning is mainly about how the two ended up being together in the relationship, but I now want to extend it to how the two ended up being happy, which is why I want to create a series. There is so much more to learn; so much more to explore between the characters Angela and Vivienne.

One of my favorite scenes that I wrote in the story was the masturbation scene. Angela, at first, didn’t want to admit her feelings for Vivienne, but it was almost hard for her to control her sexual desires for Vivienne. The best part of the story was when Angela was masturbating in her bedroom, she never expected Vivienne to barge in on her, especially when Angela climaxed. The thought popped into my head of what if I created a comical scene like that. There were, of course, some scenes I truly enjoyed, but I’ll need to expand the story more to help readers understand the characters.

If there was one thing readers didn’t know about the story, I had originally wrote it to 12k words, but dropped it to 10k, because of the requirements to the anthology call at the time. Had I known more where this story would go, I’d expanded it, but that’s why I want to create a series; I enjoyed writing about these two characters. And here’s the spoiler alert – they will end up being happy together, but how?

So to find out how the two ended up together, get your copy Her Angela & Protection: In The Beginning, available at No Boundaries PressAll Romance eBooksAmazon, and Barnes & Noble.

Come check out my favorite scene that I wrote below, because this is what made me want to finish the story.

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BLURB:

When Angela Critelli lets Vivienne Perkins move in to her place, she’d never expect the woman of her dreams. Vivienne’s a wonderful cook and home-maker, a perfect companion, and her best friend since high school; the only problem is her sexuality. Angela knew Vivienne was married to an ungrateful husband that never appreciated her, but she also discovered something questionable about her sexuality. Vivienne’s affection may be leading her on, but does she want to be with her?

EXCERPT:

Angela remained still on her bed as the sun beamed through the blinds of her bedroom, holding her thoughts close.

What’s wrong with me? My best friend. Vivienne. I want Vivienne. She let that sink in. She’s a good cook, she’s organized, and she’s single. Not to mention I’ve seen her naked, and dear God… what a body! She gives a great foot massage. She turns me on without even trying.

Angela was familiar with the deep ache that gathered in her core. She crossed her legs, which didn’t help. She felt weird at the thought of masturbating over Vivienne. Then again, when her hand grazed over her nipples, and she remembered Viv’s slick hands… she couldn’t help it. Imagining it was her best friend in the whole wide world, her hand brushed over her tummy and then farther down to her center.

Don’t do it, Angie… don’t — Oh fuck, that feels good! I only wish it was Vivi touching me this way, just like that. I could imagine her parting my legs as I feel her — Ah!

Angela was already rubbing herself. Her fingers encircled her nub, giving it a pinch and building her need. She closed her eyes and imagined Vivienne’s hands – soft… firm… slick… She pinched both of her nipples, imagining Viv’s manicured nails. She licked her lips, quietly moaning. Angela thrust her fingers deep inside her folds; she was ready for some satisfaction.

Then, she exchanged hands, placing one hand in her mouth tasting herself, while touching with the other. Mmm… I wish I was tasting Vivienne right now. My hands spreading apart her legs, my mouth tasting her juices… Mmm!

Angela continued to rub herself. Her moans grew, and her breath quickened as she squirmed in pleasure. She kept her eyes closed, while her head rolled back and forth. She reminded herself not to moan too loud, but she couldn’t help it with strong need rising inside her. She rubbed herself furiously as her fingers drew forth her hot juices. Angie clenched her breasts with her other hand, and her moans grew louder until her hips bucked as she climaxed.

Just as Angela’s body writhed into orgasm, there was a knock on the door. Oh fuck! No! Not now Vivienne!

“Angela?” she continued to knock.

Angela couldn’t control her orgasm. She had no choice but to let it out, just as Vivienne entered the bedroom, gasping at her.

“Oh, my gosh!”

Angela jumped in mid-orgasm, “Oh fuck Viv! Not now!” as she lost the moment.

Vivienne quickly slammed the door shut, but it was too late. She’d lost her moment, and Vivienne had seen her masturbating. How could she face Vivienne now? Now she wondered if Vivienne would look at her differently because she walked in on her – masturbating. She could stay in bed all day, since it was a Saturday, but she’d have to face Vivienne one way or another. She wished the floor would open up and swallow her.

“Angela?” Vivienne called from the other side of the door.

“Yes?” She replied, this time her tone was calm, with a touch of insecurity.

“I was thinking of making pancakes. Are you hungry?”