Adam Levine

Oh, yum. I completely adore Adam Levine. Here he is doing his thing for cancer awareness - seems his girlfriend has been a victim of photoshop though!

Hitting the Hot Spot

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WHEN ONE IS NOT ENOUGH

It's one of those joyous day where I'm lurking at When One Is Not Enough!!


After writing several steamy novels that have included sexy bottom play, I'm blogging about treating the taut butts in our lives to some serious fun!

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Unusual fetish anyone?

Recently, while researching a new book, I came across a pile of unusual fetishes and kinks. Well, me being me, I thought I’d share and see what you lovely people all thought of this list and if you have ever written, read or come across any of these sexual preferences.

Okay *deep breath* here goes – see if you can guess what they are just by the name.

Catoptrophilia

Macrophilia

Pogonophilia

Agalmatophilia

Sitophilia

Hierophilia

Smoking fetish (okay so that one is self-explanatory!)

Kleptolagnia

Trichophilia

Dendrophilia

Emetophilia (Yep, it is what you’re thinking!)

Oculolintus

Mmm, how well did you do? Okay, I’ll put you out of suspense, here’s the definitions:-

Catoptrophilia

Unusual titillation in the presence of mirrors. At first glance, this may seem to be one of the most widespread: take mirrors on bedroom ceilings. But catroptrophilia is quite a bit stranger. Apparently what catroptophiles are excited by is the perception of a kind of other version of themselves — a psychic double or doppelganger, an estranged twin or ghostly self.

Macrophilia

The attraction to giants, especially domination by giant women. Apparently for those who love to be afraid of very big women, the Museum of Sex in New York has a fabulous exhibit on this fetish- though I can’t confirm this. More mundanely though, you do see hints of it in those odd couples you come across in life: little, reedy men and large, ample women. I read about one couple where the size difference was so profound, the husband was referred to as "The Dildo" — his whole body was seen as a sexual organ relative to his massive partner's bulk and stature.

Pogonophilia

The fixation on bearded men. I looked at an article about this, it was an interview with a woman who had this fetish to the extreme, she was shown four pictures of naked men: a well-endowed eighteen-year-old model, an extremely thin bearded man in his early thirties, a heavily muscled former professional athlete in his late forties, and Peter North, the porn star. Asked to choose the most virile and masculine of the group, she selected the bearded man instantly. What she didn't know was that the bearded man was quite seriously ill. So much for choosing someone healthy to reproduce with.

However, I’m sure by looking at George we can all appreciate how an obsession like this starts.

Agalmatophilia

To be aroused by statues, mannequins, dolls and effigies. With so many animatronic characters in our midst, we're really not that far from artificial sex partners. Japanese robotics innovators are already on the case – so they say! Would sex robots solve many problems associated with prostitution: moral, social, hygienic? In any case, this fetish casts a rather different light on seemingly harmless activities like doll collecting, and even ventriloquism. One Oakland woman blogs about the acute arousal derived from being treated like a doll or mannequin by her female partner, whether she was being stripped, posed, redressed into clothes again, or restrained. The process of manipulation, the loss of all will and direction, brought her a kind of release that she said that "left orgasms for dead."

Sploshing/Sitophilia

Food fights a waste of food? Not to sploshers and sitophiles who find them incredibly titillating. It seems there a lots of people all over the world find it intensely stimulating to be covered in wet, messy, food substances. While these fetishes might be messy, they’re otherwise fairly harmless and a lot more innocent than many other sexual obsessions found on the net.

But while the two fetishes have a lot of crossover with one another, they are not completely the same. Sitophiles are turned on by food, but this can be through consumption, direct sexual contact with the food or simply by rolling around in it. Sploshers love being wet and messy and while the most common substances involved in the fetish tend to be edible, some sploshers like mud, oil and paint in place of pies, pudding and syrup. I can’t help but think of that fabulous scene in 91/2 weeks when they sat in front of the fridge, her blindfolded and him serving her sweet sticky treats, what was the song? –“ I like bread and butter, he likes toast and jam!”

Hierophilia

Religious Fetish. While most people think that religious fetishes are the epitome of blasphemy, the reality is that most of these people are actually incredibly religious and completely dedicated to their selected belief system. They are so infatuated with religion that they cross the line between loving their sacred icons and making love to these icons.

Smoking Fetish

The term “cock smoker” takes on a whole new meaning when you actually catch a glance of a smoking fetish website. For some, the smoking simply signifies a desired characteristic in the partner, such as rebelliousness, masculinity or self-confidence, but for others the fetish really is all about the cigarette itself –the smell, the burning cherry, the loose ashes and the smoke emissions. Smoking fetishes often involve the use of the cigarette during sex, even oral sex, with the cigarette dangerously close to the genitals. Ouch!!

Kleptolagnia

Stealing Fetish. These theft fetishists not only enjoy stealing, but are sexually excited by the act of taking things that are not theirs. They could have a really good time stealing sex toys, which could then be used in further fantasies about similar great heists. Mmm, another story perhaps?

Trichophilia

Hair Fetish. Who doesn’t love a beautiful head of hair? Of course, for trichophiles, the hair obsession can go beyond wanting to touch and look at shiny locks to wanting to caress and kiss the tresses. While the fetish can extend to body hair, most trichophiles love hair on people’s heads and would make excellent, yet creepy, hairstylists.

Dendrophilia

People with this condition prefer trees to humans as sex partners, yes you read right, with some men using holes in the bark as vaginal substitutes. It’s believed by some psychiatrists that these men fear their own homosexual impulses and deal with the fear by finding a vagina in a phallic object. This brings a whole new meaning to the word “woodpecker.”

Emetophilia

Yuk! A fetish for throwing up and being thrown up on – an action also known as a Roman shower (if anyone knew how to have a good time, it was the Romans). Some shrinks have said that this preference may start back in infancy, when throwing up often led to receiving a lot of love and attention.

Oculintus

A rare fetish where people are sexually aroused by licking a partner’s eyeball. In fact, I came across one reported case of a female who was unable to have an orgasm unless she licked the eyeball of her obliging lover.

So have I opened your eyes, sorry(!), to some weird and wonderful turn-ons? I could have doubled the size of this list but didn’t want to overdose on fetishes.

Let me know what you think. I’d love to hear from you.

Lily x

The Pet Shop by K D Grace

Having read and thoroughly enjoyed KD's first full length novel The Initiation of Miss Holly it is completely thrilling that she has a new book out in October! What's more there is a launch party at Sh! Women's Erotic Emporium , Hoxton, London, on the 14th of October complete with pink fizz and cupcakes.

Blurb

In appreciation for a job well done, STELLA JAMES 's boss sends her a pet – a human pet. The mischievous TINO comes straight from THE PET SHOP complete with a collar, a leash, and an erection. Stella soon discovers the pleasure of keeping Pets, especially this one, is extremely addicting.

Obsessed with Tino and with the reclusive philanthropist, VINCENT EVANSTON, who looks like Tino, but couldn’t be more different, Stella is drawn into the secret world of The Pet Shop. As her animal lust awakens, Stella must walk the thin line that separates the business of pleasure from the more dangerous business of the heart or suffer the consequences.


If you want to find out more about the talented Ms Grace, her work and the party click below.

Have a great day.

Lily x

Feet!

I am having a thing for feet today - I think it is the scene I am writing....

The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita - Top Pick review

It seems my spicy Bollywood story really tickled this reviewer as well as getting her hot under the collar. Click below to read the full review over at Miz Love Loves Books

"A very funny read that had me roaring. I also got rather heated at some points, as the sex scenes are some of the hottest I’ve read. A really great book that I can’t recommend enough. If you love a bit of laughter with your erotica, please, please pick up The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita. It’s worth every tear that will stream down your face and every bunch of your stomach muscles. A workout while reading. A bargain all round!"

CONTEST AT WHEN ONE IS NOT ENOUGH

I'm holding a contest at When One Is Not Enough to win a copy of TREBLE. Click on the naughty threesome below to enter and check out this wonderful blog dedicated to all things ménage - Amen!!

Closing date Monday 19th.


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Lily x

FREE - the entire first chapter of Slap Shot

Today on D Renne Bagby Presents First Chapters, Slap Shot is in the spotlight.

Click below to read the steamy first encounter Dana has with Rick 'Ramrod' Lewis, and be sure to let me know your thoughts. Watch out though, its raunchy and rude!

Lily x

Wicked Lord by Eliza Lloyd

Out today at Ellora's Cave- Book Three in the Wicked Affairs series.

Helene Cosgrove’s only passion is her art until she is betrothed to a respectable baron. Believing he will be the love of her life, she is crushed when her father ends the engagement. Helene is approached by a second suitor, the wicked Lord Redding, Edward Chase. She is duty bound to marry the scoundrel even though she despises him.


Redding happily snatches his rival’s betrothed and finds himself married to a woman of outstanding talents, utter radiance and innocent sexuality. Her haughty and summary rejection of him only spurs his desire to have her and prove to her he is as worthy of her love as her former swain. And what better way than to tutor her in his bed.


Helene is tempted by Redding in all the wrong ways. When he delivers her secret desires, she must reconcile her heart to the matter—deciding whether she loves Redding for who he is or for what he can do for her, in and out of the marriage bed.


Excerpt - 

TREBLE ANTHOLOGY

Hot off the press today at Total-E-Bound is the fabulous musically themed ménage anthology........ 

TREBLE.

Get your copy by clicking on the cover below.

My story, Orchestrating Manoeuvres, is all about a broken hearted supermodel. It's hot, its naughty and you will never look at a grand piano the same again!!

Excerpt- 18+

I flopped back on my mountain of pillows, gasping, writhing and shoving Enrique—my new thick, black Rampant Rocker vibrator—into my pussy higher and harder. He was great—long, wide and lined with vein-shaped ridges. And because he was so new to my collection, he seemed to have extra energy, extra enthusiasm for pleasing me. It was as if he was competing for a favoured position in my top drawer.

“Oh, yes, yes,” I called out, upping the speed and finally letting his wicked forked attachment buzz around my clit. “Oh, yes, Enrique!” I twanged forward, sweat forming in my cleavage and my heart pounding. Flattening my palm over my pussy, I held him against my deliciously tormented clitoris. Electric sensations surged through my nerves. My internal muscles clamped and moisture seeped over his shaft, easing his way as I pumped his impressive girth in and out, in and out.

I squeezed my eyelids shut and instantly Dale’s face appeared before me, a hot sheen on his brow and his mouth parted as he gave in to a fierce climax. Tearing open my eyes to shake the painful, memory-laden image, I stared at the huge framed poster of my own face gracing the cover of Vogue last month and came—sharp, intense and breath-taking. God, Enrique is good, worth every penny.

Panting, I pulled Enrique out and tossed him to the bottom of the bed. He’d served his purpose. Started my day with an orgasm. That was why I’d bought him. Carlo just wasn’t doing it for me anymore, his pink, plastic shaft pale and insipid, his rotating glans no longer a novelty and he just didn’t hit the spot with his thin little ears.

I glanced at the clock and sighed. Ten forty-five. I supposed I should get out of bed. Perhaps I could go and get a pedicure—I was already fed up with the Baby Bunting-coloured nail varnish I’d had applied three days ago at The Spa. Or maybe Naomi would be up for champagne and caviar at Jenson’s. I frowned and tried to remember if she was eating at the moment. I couldn’t be sure, but it was worth a try. I rolled onto my stomach and reached for my cell. There were two missed calls, one from my agent and one from my mother. I would sort them out tomorrow.

If you head over to Total-E-Bound then be sure to check out my author spotlight interview. Its always fun hanging out with the TEB gang.


Have a wonderful day.


Lily x

A Bit of Rough by Lucy Felthouse

Phew!! I have just finished reading A Bit of Rough, and I can tell you, I am all hot and bothered and wondering where I can get myself a really bad boy like Andrew.

When Alison meets Andrew ("call me Drew"), she instantly pegs him as a moron. He's a total bad boy and does nothing but chain smoke and brag about his stream of past conquests. Yet, much to her confusion, Alison still finds herself attracted to him. She's not had sex in a while, so Alison figures there's no harm in going home with him to get herself a bit of rough.

Excerpt

When I met Andrew through friends of friends, I instantly pegged him as a bit of a moron. We were in a pub, and he was telling anybody that would listen about the many mishaps in his love life. Turns out he was quite the ladies' man and had many close calls. The one he was regaling the room with when I arrived was an incident where he'd blown off a woman for the evening, only for her to turn up at his house and see him getting hot and heavy with someone else. Despite the fact he was mocking himself, it sounded like he was desperate for the people listening to know just how many women had been in his life, for however brief an interlude. He was one of those guys you love to hate. And yet, I still fancied him rotten. It was totally bizarre. He was not my type at all.

He was just a little taller than me, slim and lightly tattooed. His facial hair was somewhere between stubble and beard, his hair had no discernable style, and he smoked. I like my men tall, muscular, and clean-shaven. And I hate smoking. Therefore, it took me a while to put my finger on the reason—or reasons—for my odd attraction to the guy. When I finally worked it out, it was like a light bulb clicked on in my head.

He was—or at least he thought he was—a bad boy. What many would call "a bit of rough." He was the guy you never introduced to your friends and certainly not to your parents. You kept him completely under wraps—preferably between the sheets—and enjoyed.

I got the vibe from his oozing self-confidence and the way he recounted his colorful sex life, that he was probably good in bed. I resolved to find out. I didn't need to make a move; his arrogance assured him he was irresistible to all women, and he came on to me, knowing I wouldn't refuse.

I almost did, just to take him down a peg or two. But he was hot, and I was horny, so I didn't mind him picking me up. After all, I had no intention of becoming one of his amusing anecdotes. I wasn't going to stick around long enough for that. I was simply in it for my "bit of rough"—then I was a goner.

We decided to go back to his place. I wouldn't have been bothered either way, but it was clear he felt more comfortable in familiar surroundings. Plus, the more I thought about it, the more I realized going to his place was the more sensible option. I could scoot home whenever I wanted, and he'd never know where to find me. Not that I thought for a moment he was the type to stand below my bedroom window, declaring undying love, but I wasn't about to take that chance.

As Andrew and I left the bar, my friend Jodi grabbed me for a "quick word." I excused myself and went with her to the Ladies' for our chat.

"What's the matter?" I asked her, eager now to hit the road with my conquest.

Or was I his?

"What are you doing?" Jodi asked. "You know he's a total man-whore, don't you?"

I grinned. "Of course. That's why I'm going home with him. I'm horny, he's gorgeous, and I reckon he'll be a great lay. Don't worry; I've no intention of making him a permanent fixture. This is a one-off, no strings attached."

"Fair enough. Have fun!"

I made to leave, but Jodi added, "Alison?"

I groaned, hoping I wasn't about to get a lecture on safe sex from my lovely-yet-sensible friend. That was the last thing I needed, and it would completely kill my buzz. Not to mention condoms were a given, especially with a guy I knew slept around.

"Yeah?"

"Give him one for me, will ya?"

It seemed Andrew even appealed to the sensible girls.

Back at Andrew's, I gave the place a once-over whilst he was in the kitchen getting us drinks. It was definitely at the low-scale end of bachelor pads, a small, one-bedroomed flat with very little room to maneuver. One might call it cozy, if one was being polite. The place was, however, extremely clean and tidy—much to my relief. Either this guy was a clean freak, or he had a helping hand with the housework from his mum. I hoped it was the former; that boded better for his personal hygiene, which affected me much more than whether the TV had been dusted.

I flopped onto the living room sofa just in the nick of time. Andrew smiled as he handed over my drink.

"Thanks," I said. "Nice place you've got here."

"It's not bad. Much smaller than I'd like, but it's all I can afford at the moment. It's cozy, though, isn't it?"

I grinned inwardly, anticipating his next words.

"It just means we'll have to snuggle up closer, doesn't it?"

If I hadn't been so horny, I'd have laughed out loud. But he was hot and eager. I wasn't going to risk crushing that huge ego. Not until I'd had my wicked way with him, anyway.

We sat and sipped at our drinks, making small talk with lots of meaningful eye contact. There was never any question over what was going to happen next; it was just a case of when. I found myself getting antsy, not to mention increasingly horny, and so thought I'd propel the action forward somewhat.

I knocked back my drink and set it on the table next to the sofa. Then I stood up and said, "Can I use your bathroom please?"

"Sure, it's just through there." He indicated the hallway leading off the room we were in.

I wandered through, did what I needed to do, and then inspected myself in the mirror, making sure I had no unsightly make-up smudges, or anything stuck in my teeth. After primping myself a little, I headed back into the living room. Andrew was nowhere to be seen, though I knew he wasn't far away, as I heard clinking glasses. He was washing up.

I followed the sound into the tiny kitchen and padded up behind him, unsure if he'd heard me or not. I wasn't bothered if he had noticed me or not; by this point, I just wanted to claim my prize.

I slipped my arms around his waist, deliberately pushing my breasts into his back and whispered into his ear, "Come on sweetie, I'm sure those can wait, can't they? We have better things to be getting on with."

Andrew stretched across the draining board, swiftly wiped his hands on a tea towel, and turned in my arms. Leaning down to kiss me, he said, "We most certainly do."

He tasted faintly of cigarette smoke and more strongly of peppermint from a mint or some gum he'd clearly been munching to mask the smell. Oddly, the combination was a turn on. I hated smoking, but somehow the dirty habit fit perfectly with his pure masculinity. Once again, I wasn't sure if I was the hunter or the prey. But I didn't care. I was about to get my bit of rough.

In classic cliché style, I took Andrew's hand and led him in the direction of what I hoped was the bedroom—the only place in the flat where I'd yet to go.

Luckily, my powers of deduction were correct, and I opened the door and stepped inside, not knowing what to expect. I was pleasantly surprised and even more convinced his mum did his cleaning. His bedroom was definitely not as dirty as his smoking habit. As with the rest of the flat, the room was small but tidy. The bed was made up in simple blue cotton—phew. I wasn't sure I'd be able to curb my hilarity if we'd started slipping and sliding on black silken sheets.

Andrew let go of my hand and headed to the window. Mercifully, he pulled the curtains shut. The last thing we needed was one of his exes peering through the window as we fucked—as had happened in one of the tales of his past that he'd regaled us with in the pub.

He sat on the bed, pulled off his shoes, tossed them out of the way, and beckoned to me. I slipped off my own shoes and walked over to him. As I stood in front of him, my breasts were directly in front of his face. He didn't seem to mind and responded by cupping them together and grinning with undisguised delight at the impressive cleavage this created beneath my V-neck top.

I grinned back then leaned down to kiss him. His considerable stubble grazed my face, but it served only to heighten my arousal. Grabbing my waist, Drew pulled me toward him, and we tumbled onto the bed, where I ended up sat astride him. Like that wasn't planned, eh?

From the off, I knew my hunch about his bedroom skills had been correct. His kissing technique and every touch were sublime. Before long, we were down to our underwear. That's when I got my first surprise. I knew the guy had tattoos, but—wow. He was covered in them.

"How many tattoos do you have?"

"Ten."

"Let's see 'em then."

To find out more about Lucy Felthouse and all her yummy stories click below.

Have a great day.

Lily x

Author Spotlight

I am thrilled to be the featured author this month on Author Spotlight over at Total-E-Bound.

Click below to find out all the gossip and drop me a line back here if you have any questions about me or my writing.

BOLLYWOOD launches this week at Total-E-Bound

It is an exciting time as Total-E-Bound releases its amazing new Bollywood series. These sultry stories from Mumbai will be sure to get you hot and steamy and there is something for everyone's taste in erotic romance.


My spicy offering is a novella titled The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita. 

BLURB

No one knows it is I, Kamini Singh who writes The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita.

The weekly column in Ichchha Magazine has been my secret for many years and penning Harita’s wild sexual experiences has been a wonderful release for my frustrated emotions as I’ve waited for my parents to find me a suitable husband.

Now they have – the delectable Damon, and I can barely contain my excitement as our wedding, and wedding night, approaches. Handing myself over to him body and soul is going to be such a treat.

So imagine my delighted surprise when my new husband asks for even more than I ever dared hope? And imagine my shock when I realised that Damon had secrets of his own which could please me, satisfy me, and take me on ecstatic journeys which got more and more daring with each adventure Harita enjoyed.

Reader Advisory: This book contains ménage and dominance/submission.

EXCERPT

It has been an eventful weekend in my nocturnal world. Saturday night was my first pole performance at Talin’s. The club was overflowing and the air thick with cigarette smoke and the bellow of men’s chatter. During my first steps I was nervous, but practicing paid off, my routine went well and I was pleased with the new black suspender belt. It was sexy and risqué when I spun around the pole then belly danced for the front row of the audience.

Madan was, of course, there, sipping a drink chock full of ice, and his seductive, brown eyes never left my body as I danced and writhed, swung and twirled. He’d been keen to see this new craze, this new sizzling dance the girls had been talking about in hushed whispers and rehearsing in secret. I’d been even keener to show him, to perform for him. Just one look from Madan is like a thousand caresses from any other man.

When my erotic performance came to an end, he stood, slammed his drink on the table and stalked to the exit. My heart fluttered, and a lump grew in my belly. Had he not enjoyed watching me coil around the cool, hard steel? I’d caressed it like a lover and been shameless in the way I’d flashed the gusset of my panties to the entire room. I’d even considered doing the routine topless next time, it felt so good, so liberating, to be spinning through the air while everyone watched adoringly.

I headed into the backstage corridor, keen to get to my dressing room. Just as I wrapped my fingers around the door handle to my room, I heard my name called sharply.

“Harita.”

I turned, clutching my chest. “Madan! You took me by surprise.”

He took three ground-eating paces towards me, his jaw set and his eyes flashing. I couldn’t tell if he were beyond furious or consumed with desire. There was a rise of colour on his cheeks and his fists were balled.

“What is it?” I asked, pushing open the door and taking a backwards step inside.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said in a voice that was more like a growl than human speech. “Ever.”

“You liked it?”

“Oh, yes.” He moved into the small room with me and kicked the door shut. “And I’m going to show you just how much I liked it.”

His fine-tailored jacket hit the floor with a quiet whump and he tore off his shirt. Between one breath and the next, he’d shifted the contents of my dressing table, bunching them to one side, and lifted my bum onto the cool wood.

“Madan,” I gasped, gripping his hot, hard shoulders for purchase. “We can’t, not here.”

“You will do as I say.” He ripped at my thong panties, tearing them from my body. “Especially when you have me about to combust, my sexy little Janu.”

His eyes were stormy with desire, and lust coiled in my belly. I needed Madan the way I needed my next breath.

“Unzip me,” he growled. “Take my lavDa into your sweet mouth. Don’t stop sucking until I tell you to.”

As his kiss threatened to consume me, I dragged at the zip on his pants and released his big, pulsing…

“Kamini, would you get off that laptop? You have a fitting in less than an hour.”

“Yes, Mother,” I shouted, quickly hitting ‘save’ and closing down the screen. I would have to finish Harita’s sex scene later. Right now, there were essential wedding plans to organise.

That's not all, Total-E-Bound are holding a fabulous contest to win 5 e-books to celebrate all things sexy in Bollywood!!

Have a wonderful day.

Lily x

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Always You by Karen Stivali

Karen Stivali's debut release at Ellora's Cave is out now...don't miss it!

When Shari discovers that her fiancé has been cheating on her, she lets the wedding go on according to plan, except while everyone else is at the church, Shari is heading to the airport to fly off on her honeymoon with her best friend, Jon.

Jon is only too happy to help Shari escape what he knew would have been an awful marriage. Plus he’s thrilled by the prospect of time alone with her in a tropical paradise. He’s always loved her and desired her as a lot more than a friend.

A steamy, romantic night on the beach turns into a whirlwind of desire as they take their friendship to multiple new levels of passion. But when Shari’s apologetic ex tries to win her back, she must choose between the life she thought she was going to have with him and the possibility of love with Jon.

Excerpt

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