Wednesday, 28 December 2011

Tuesday, 27 December 2011

Stuff Your Stockings!

Today I am a guest at The Long and Shot of It Christmas contest and chatting about ways of keeping warm in the UK. I hope you can join me, all you have to do to be in with a chance of winning a prize is to leave a comment.


Lily x

Friday, 23 December 2011

Join me!

Today I'm chatting about all things festive with fellow Total-E-Bound author Victoria Blisse.


I hope you can join us.

Lily x

Thursday, 22 December 2011

Kiss!

I am enjoying mulled wine and mince pies at When One Is Not Enough and, of course, lurking under the mistletoe. Hope you can stop by...

Tuesday, 20 December 2011

Contest at Erotica For All

Head on over to Erotica For All and tell me about your favourite hero. I am giving away a copy of my latest novel Cold Nights, Hot Bodies.



Lily x

Monday, 19 December 2011

Special guest - Cherie Noel!!

Today I am thrilled to have Cherie Noel hanging out on my blog. Cherie is an author of hot M/M romance and since I really enjoy her writing I decided to invite her over and give her a grilling.....


Here goes,


Hi Cherie, I have just read The Soldier and the State Trooper and completely adored it. Can you tell me what gave you inspiration for this novel?

Sure thing, Lily, but first I want to take a moment to thank you for taking the time out of your very busy schedule to do this interview. It’s still amazing, wonderful and a bit surreal for me to even be able to say that I’m a published writer, so being accepted and encouraged by seasoned writers thrills and humbles me.

I began writing The Soldier and the State Trooper originally in response to an open call for an anthology. The call was for stories written with one of the main characters being a man in uniform…I read it, and got smacked in the face with a flat puppy—

Whoa. *laughing gently* Did you just say a flat puppy?  Um, dare I ask what happened?

*grinning* Yes, Lily, I said a flat puppy. I know that most writers call those sudden bursts of inspiration plot bunnies, but after a rather funny incident that happened in New Orleans, I’ve taken to calling them flat puppies. You see, while they give me the rough outline of the story, they need life breathed into them. So I add time, love and care, and those flat puppies plump right up to become fully fledged, doggone good stories.
*snickers at the thought of resuscitating flat puppies cartoon style*
I got nailed with this particular puppy, spent a week penning the short story the anthology called for, and then sent the story off to the originally intended publishing house fully confident they would immediately send me a letter gushing over my brilliance and congratulating me for being clever enough to include TWO main characters who were men in uniform.
*snickers again, this time at previous self delusion*
The publisher sent back a very polite rejection letter. Christie (my adorable soldier) wept with me. Robert (the smoking hot state trooper) told me to get my tail in gear and finish writing their story. Robert is very persuasive, so I hopped right to it… 

As you say above, in the book Christie is a soldier. I know you have a military background too, can you tell us more?

I served in the US Army’s Chemical Corps from 1998 until 2002 when family obligations necessitated that I leave the service in order to be able to provide a more stable living situation for my daughter.
I have to say that I made some of the best friends of my life while I was in basic training and at my first duty station. There is a distinct camaraderie intrinsic to military service which I’ve found nowhere else. The drill sergeants for my training company made sure we knew what we were doing, pushing us to and then beyond the limits of our strength. I clearly recall one particular training exercise were they drove home the bond we shared with every member of our platoon. We were told to put on full MOPP gear—the stuff you wear to protect yourself from biological, chemical and nuclear contamination—and run up the side of a mountain. Then, as we were running they told the strongest of us that if any member of the platoon failed to reach the summit of the mountain they would consider the entire training mission a failure. So whenever someone slowed, a faster soldier would drop back to encourage them to keep going. And when a soldier fell to the ground, gasping for air, the drill sergeants declared that person dead, and asked what we were going to do. We picked him up and carried his “body” to our rendezvous point. The drill sergeants told us at the end of the exercise that our mission was a failure. Then they told us it was intended to be a failure. They wanted to see if we would act with integrity in the face of adversity and certain failure…so, even though the platoon failed to achieve our stated goal, we grew closer as a unit, and stronger as individuals. I can never thank Drill Sergeants LaVersa and Morton enough for that object lesson. I’ve carried those principles forward into the rest of my life. I drew on the lessons they taught me, and the many and varied experiences I had as part of the Chemical Corps when writing Christie and Robert’s story.

You’ve had great reviews for The Soldier and the State Trooper. How does that make you feel to see complimentary things written about your work and do you have a favourite comment from a reviewer?

Well, I consider myself fairly sane. Er, most of the time. For a writer. *laughing* So when I get a good review, I’m delighted. My first and second reviews? I printed them out and hung them on my fridge. *grinning* They’re still up there. I can’t say I had a specific favorite line from the reviews though. I just love that the readers seem to like the book, and …no, wait. I do have a favorite line. One of the reviewers said I had a gift for humor mixed with a gift for storytelling. That actually got me teary eyed the first time I read it.

What drew you to writing M/M?

I love reading M/M romance. And Christie and Robert weren’t interested in anyone but each other. And the little buggers wouldn’t shut the hell up.

Have you ever considered writing M/F, ménage or BDSM?

I have a few works in progress which are M/F, a few which are BDSM, including one where Christie and Robert explore the lifestyle and decide if they want to make BDSM a permanent part of their lives, and one published ménage (Kiss & Tell—a short I wrote for the M/M romance group’s Don’t Read in the Closet Anthology), and three upcoming works. Two of those are also ménages.


Okay, ideal man – 

Geez. So many to lick, so little time.





Cherie's very gorgeous nephew!


You have a new novel out just in time for Christmas  –  give us the gossip and can you share an excerpt?

Actually, Lily, I have two coming out in December. The first is a short sequel to the Soldier and the State Trooper titled Cuddle Time Chicken Soup


And the second is a sequel to my short story Kiss & Tell titled Christmas Rum Balls.



Cuddle Time is coming out December 12th  from MLR Press, and Rum Balls comes out December 10th from Silver Publishing. Rum Balls will be my first release with Silver and I couldn’t be more excited.

You have readers all over the world, living in all kinds of places. Where do you live and what do you like best about it?

I live in Western New York, and the thing I like best about it is living one town away from one of those Army buddies I mentioned earlier. Liz and I served together in Germany, and having her close by means the world to me. In fact I call her my Army sister.

What are you working on at the moment?

*shaking head at self*
Lily, I always have a slew of irons in the fire…right now I have two …no, four wips (works in progress) that are demanding equal time from me. One is another story from the Soldiers of the 569th series, one is a full length novel for the boys from Kiss and Tell/ Christmas Rum Balls, one is a very humorous shifter story, and one is  a little something set in New Orleans which was inspired during my recent trip to NOLA for GayRomLit 2011.
In fact—dammit guys, hold it down. Can’t you wait until I finish the interview?
*grumbling male voices*
Sorry about that Lily. I did say they wouldn’t shut up earlier, didn’t I?
*Sigh*
I’m so sorry to have to leave, but they’re just going to get louder and more obnoxious until I finish their stories. I have to run, but please stop in over at my writing cave. I’d love to hear all about what you’re up to, and what you have planned for the holiday season…will you? I’ll keep the cave door open for you Lily. 

Thanks so much for stopping by Cherie, its been great to hear all about the voices in your head. Keep writing those stories down and have a wonderful Christmas.

Lily x

Find out more about Cherie Noel - 

Sunday, 18 December 2011

Sunday Snog - Cold Nights, Hot Bodies

Hot off the press at Ellora's Cave this week is Cold Nights, Hot Bodies. So naturally today's Sunday Snog comes from Ashley and Shane's story...enjoy!



Snog


“Come here,” he said, holding out a hand. “It’s warm in front of the fire.”

I forced my shoulders to relax. I didn’t want him to see how nervous I was about being alone in a hotel room with a hot guy.

Stepping toward him, suddenly my shoes didn’t feel so comfortable anymore. I paused, wriggled my feet out, first the left then the right, and abandoned them on the deep pile.

“Hey, you’re really little,” he said with a chuckle.

“You’re just tall,” I said, drawing up in front of him. The fire was warm, but heat from his body was more potent and more alive than any flame.

He reached out and cupped my cheeks in his palms. “They say opposites attract,” he murmured. “And my god I’m so attracted to you, you wouldn’t believe.”

Utterly mesmerized, I watched as he poked out his tongue and smoothed it over his bottom lip. His nostrils flared as though he was dragging in a deep breath then his lips parted.

I stood, arms hanging at my sides, knees buckled, as he lowered his head and pressed his mouth to mine.

It was a gentle kiss, not wet and not dry, the perfect combination of smoothness and maleness. I parted my mouth and held my breath as he delicately traced my bottom lip with his tongue, then I captured his taste—wine and water, man and musk. Pulling in air, I was treated to his gorgeous light scent again, which was now infused with a definite dose of testosterone.

“You’re so sweet,” he murmured, pulling back a fraction. “Like a little sugary doll.”

Pushing to my toes, I pressed my lips to his, wanting more of his taste and his desire.

This time the kiss quickly turned hotter and harder. Still he kept my face cradled in his hands, holding me just where he wanted me as he probed his tongue deeper, searching for mine with the hot, insistent tip.

I lifted my tongue from the base of my mouth and tentatively touched it to his. He gave a small groan of approval and slanted his head. Our tongues tangled and I reached up and curled my hands into the material of his shirt. Hung on as our breaths quickened and our mouths fed off each other. I became lost in his kiss, he was all I could think of. His taste, his smell, the way he was holding me was my entire universe. Bubbles of pleasure erupted deep within me. A crazy new need flowed like lava through my veins, settled in my breasts, seeped between my legs and spread over my skin.

He pulled back and dropped his hands from my face.

I opened my eyes.

His mouth was shiny from our kiss and his eyelids heavy. “Lose this,” he whispered, sliding his fingers beneath the thin shoulder straps of my dress.

I prayed my heart wouldn’t give out, it was beating so hard and fast. He wanted me to take off my dress. Of course he wanted me to take off my dress. We were going to have sex for heaven’s sake. The dress had to come off.



I hope you enjoyed that first kiss, believe me, things just get hotter and hotter.........

Lily x

Thursday, 15 December 2011

WOW - first review!



Cold Nights, Hot Bodies was only released yesterday at Ellora's Cave and already a review has come through. Check it out...






What a great concept! Lily Harlem combines scenes from erotic books with Ashley’s real sex life. As a virgin, Ashley’s been reading erotica and getting ideas—and longings. When she finally loses her virginity, she’s happy to find the chosen man, Shane, is up for a lot of fun—including acting out scenes from her favourite books. They become the characters, and it’s spicy, hot, and interesting to see how the real thing makes Ashley feel over just reading about what she’s doing. A fabulous book where the heroine's feelings are very real. I identified with her a lot.

Plus, if a guy in the office or out on the street did look my way it was always a geek I wouldn’t even take off my raincoat for let alone my knickers.

This wasn’t my bag. (I loved the double meaning here. The things inside “weren’t her bag” either!)

…flicking my hair around as though I were on some cheesy advert…

He stepped closer, or rather lunged, and I hopped back. (LOL)

He’d ditched his jacket and tie and his white shirt shine neon in the disco lights.

He chuckled in a mad, Dr. Evil kind of way.

“I’ve got a ribbed one.”

Well-written and highly entertaining, Cold Nights, Hot Bodies is a fantastic read for an evening on the sofa—or in bed! Who knows, you might find yourself getting inspiration for your own sex life!

Wednesday, 14 December 2011

OUT TODAY - COLD NIGHTS, HOT BODIES

I am so excited that today sees the release of my Christmas novel Cold Nights, Hot Bodies at Ellora's Cave. This was a book I started writing this time last year when the snow was falling heavily and I was tucked up in my cottage with an imagination full of characters, a roaring fire and of course the gorgeous Mr. Harlem.



It took a while for me to coax the heroine, Ashley, out of her shell, but once I did there was no stopping her and I hope readers enjoy her and Shane's story and it warms their hearts the way it did mine as I wrote it.

And I just have to say that since I am such a sucker for a sexy body this is absolutely one of my most favourite covers ever, designed by the awesome Syneca. Thank you!!


Blurb

All my life I’ve been the quiet bookworm, the office mouse. It hasn’t bothered me. Immersing myself in erotic novels has kept me wriggling on the edge of my seat at work and firmly entrenched in my own fantasy world at night.

Though one thing is bothering me—my damn virginity. If only I could find a sexy bedroom expert to introduce me to the delights of having a lover. Someone handsome and charming, who can rival the hunky alpha males in my books. I have a very vivid, very well-fed imagination—he’ll have to keep up.

Then, one bitterly cold night, thanks to a devious, conniving so-called-friend, the perfect opportunity to rid myself of this pesky virginal problem comes along. Before I know it, the heroes in my novels have come alive in the person of Shane Galloway, who’s pleasuring me with every trick in the book and wheedling into my heart in the hottest possible of ways.

Excerpt




An Excerpt From: COLD NIGHTS, HOT BODIES

Copyright © LILY HARLEM, 2011

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.


“I want you, Shane, I want you to take my virginity.”

“Ashley, are you sure?”

“More than sure.” Over his pants, I rubbed my palm up the length of his erection, marveling at its solidity and size. “Please don’t leave, not now, because that would be the worst thing to have ever happened in my life. That would be something I could never undo.” And it was certainly something that didn’t happen in my books.

Suddenly his lips hit down on mine, strong and assertive. “If it’s really what you want then I’m not going anywhere.” He breathed into my mouth. “Except to bed…with you, right now.”

“Yes, yes, it’s what I want.” My stomach flipped with excitement. I’d persuaded him to stay. I’d grabbed my opportunity―quite literally.

Letting go of his erection, I looped my hands around his neck, pressing the entire length of my body into his until his cock was squeezed tight between us. My heart thumped and my skin was alive with new, interesting, wild sensations.

“I told you, it’s been a while for me,” he said, pulling back to look at my face. “Your vampishlittle virgin thing may have me reaching the finish line early if you’re not careful.”

“I’m sure we can make more than one finish line.”

He chuckled and I sensed the last shred of tension and uncertainty leave him. “Yeah, you’re right.” He smoothed his hands to the back of my bra. “We have all night and we’re well and truly snowed in so what’s the rush?” He undid the clasp with a finely tuned movement and the lacy cups fell from my breasts.

“No rush,” I murmured even though impatience was bubbling like a cauldron deep within me.

His gaze drifted downward. “You have great tits,” he said. “Pert and pretty.” He stroked his thumbs over my nipples. They twisted into tight buds, as if straining for more of his attention. “Has anyone even done this to you before?” he asked.

“No,” I said on a shaky breath, watching his every move the way a hawk watches a mouse. “Never.”

“So I’m guessing no one has done this either.” He bent and kissed over the rise of my right breast, his soft lips inquisitive as he traced the mound.

“No,” I managed.

Shifting his shoulders, he pulled my erect nipple deep into his hot mouth.

I buried my hands in his thick mop of hair. “God, no,” I gasped. “Not that either.”

He switched to the other breast and used his hands to feed my hypersensitive flesh gently into his mouth. I closed my eyes and tipped my head to the ceiling, it felt divine, warm and wet, tingly and strong. His tongue was injecting white-hot lust into my veins.

“Ah, you’re sweet all over,” he said, straightening and pulling me close again. My damp breasts pressed against his scratchy chest. “I’m going to make this right for you, Ashley. I’m honored you’ve chosen me. You won’t regret it.”

“I know.” I touched my fingertips to his stubbled jawline. “I know, Shane. I trust you.”

With one quick movement he scooped me into his arms. I clasped my hands around his neck as his strength surrounded me. He began to walk toward the bedroom.

“We’re not doing it on the sofa?” I asked.

“No, we’ll do the sofa later, your first time should definitely be in bed,” he said, stepping through the doorway. His eyes widened. “And wow, what a bed.”

I glanced at the four-poster. Huge and luxurious, it did look the perfect place to lose my virginity.

Shane carried me over and set me down so I was sitting on the edge with my feet on the floor. I watched in silence as he moved the darkly wrapped chocolate from the pillow and placed it on the bedside table.

Straightening, he looked down at me, his gaze so hot it was like a lick of flame across my bare flesh. He frowned and took a leather wallet from his back pocket, flipping it open and pulling out a green-foil-wrapped condom. “I’ve only got one,” he said, “but when we need more there’s a machine in the gents’ downstairs.”

I nodded, pleased he was thinking about contraception and safety. I couldn’t, anticipation of what was going to happen in the next few minutes had taken over my brain. I was buzzing all over. It was as if I was in my own novel, I was the heroine and he the hero. And my goodness, what a perfectly exquisite hero I’d been blessed with.

Shane toed off his shoes and peeled off his socks. Reached for the button on his pants and yanked the zip free. He pushed them down, stepping out and kicking the knot of black material to one side.

I sat motionless, just staring at the big bulge tenting his navy cotton boxers.

“You okay?” he asked, stilling in front of me.

Clearing my throat, I looked up his long, lean body shrouded in shadows from the one low lamp in the room. His abdominal muscles were faintly defined, his pectoral muscles square and his nipples small, dark discs. “Yes, I’m fine.”

He stepped closer. His groin came level to my face and the heady scent of his skin radiated toward me.

Desperate to touch him, I traced the line of fine silky hair that led from his navel to the waistband of his boxers.

He tensed.

I glanced up at his face. “Can I?” I asked.

The corner of one side of his mouth twitched. “Be my guest.”


Lily x

Tuesday, 13 December 2011

Immoral Views

Sweetmeats Press proudly presents FIVE titillating tales from erotica's sultriest mistresses!





In THE CIRCUS, the line is blurred between spectator and performer in a theatre of pleasure and pain! 

Then, adventurous Izzy searches two continents for her perfectly perverted Prince Charming in INSIDE LOOKING OUT. 

In ALLOTTED VIEWS a nosey gardener is treated to a raunchy ritual through her bedroom window. 

PAINTED PUSSYCAT sees an innocent student welcomed into the Circle of Ink where tattoos, bondage and exhibitionism are all part of her initiation. 

And finally, a young policeman risks his reputation and his job for the adrenaline rush of sex alfresco in CAUGHT IN THE ACT! 

It may not be polite to stare.....but it's certainly a lot of fun. Slip inside these pages to celebrate your secret voyeur, and it will be our perverse pleasure to share our Immoral Views with you! 


Edited by Kojo Black, and containing stories from Kay Jaybee, Lexie Bay, K D Grace, Rebecca Bond and Lucy Felthouse. Illustrations by Florian Meacci are only available in paperback editions, and eBook edition from Waterstone's. 


Available from:
Sweetmeats Press (print)
Amazon UK (print)
Amazon UK (Kindle)
Amazon US (Kindle)
Barnes & Noble (Nook)
Diesel eBook Store
eBook Eros
Sony Reader Store
Kobobooks.com
Smashwords
Waterstone’s (print)
Waterstone’s
WHSmith (print)


Go and enjoy.

Lily x

Monday, 12 December 2011

Berets and Bras review!

Erotica For All reviewed my sexy, short story Berets and Bras and gave it an awesome review.



"Berets and Bras is an erotic short story from Lily Harlem. As soon as I read the blurb I knew there would be a good chance I was going to love the story – and I was right. As a uniform aficionado, the words ‘dangerous mercenary’ had my ears pricking up.

I couldn’t think of a better way to sum up the story without giving away a major plot point, so I’ll give you the blurb:

Blood, sweat and hard work has given me everything I want, except that is, the dangerous mercenary I’m in love and lust with. Until, one night, when my secrets are exposed, I discover, in the sweetest possible way that he’s sinfully talented at handling more than just his armed weapon.

I’ve read several of Lily’s books and really enjoy her writing style. She writes the hottest stories, and this was no exception! I thought it was a unique concept, really well written, tense, sensual and with a satisfying ending. So if you like short stories and hot men in uniform, I’d definitely recommend adding Berets and Bras to your to be read list!"



And then, just as I was feeling thrilled that EFA had enjoyed Berets and Bras another review came in. This time from Coffee Time Romance.


"Carol, a.k.a Carl, could never walk away from a challenge. She is beginning to think this mission is one she should have passed up.

Tom is unaware of the deception and is confused as to why he feels drawn to Carl, a man. He must be going insane and then he discovers Carol.

Carol is good at her job and refuses to allow her gender to get in her way. Tom is shocked, happily so, to discover Carol and really wants to get his hands and everything else on her.

Berets and Bras is absolutely a sexy story. The ending is a real surprise and offers the reader something to think about. The excellent writing moves the story along and provides a lot of excitement in a short span of time. Lily Harlem writes an action-packed thrill of a story, enticing the reader in and provides entertainment beyond compare. I highly recommend Berets and Bras to all romance enthusiasts - 5 stars!"



So today is a very happy day for me and I am over the moon that the reviewers enjoyed Carol and Tom's story so much.

Have a great day.

Lily x

Sunday, 11 December 2011

Sunday Snog!

Welcome to Sunday Snog. This week's smooch is taken from my 2009 Christmas novella, Candy Canes and Coal Dust.


Blurb

A Finnish skiing holiday is the perfect winter wonderland for Bridget to escape her ex at Christmas time - beautifully decked trees, roaring log fires and plenty of mulled wine. What she doesn't count on, however, is a very erotic, very dirty dream on the plane from London to Levi - three perfect lovers all indulging her every whim and desire, how could she not moan and groan and beg for more?

But every dream must end, and as Bridget wakes, with toe curling embarrassment, she realises every passenger on the plane has heard her frantic orgasm...including the gorgeous Irish guy sitting to her left!

Snog

Suddenly, he was there, standing right behind her. He, too, was naked and she could feel the heat of his body radiating onto hers as his erection kissed the hollow of her back.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yes.” She turned to face him and rested her hands on his chest, letting her fingers fill with dark coils of his body hair before sweeping up to his collarbone. He had a Celtic symbol tattooed on the ball of his right shoulder and her index finger traced its dark, intricate pattern.

“And you’re sure you’ve been a good girl all year?” he asked huskily.

“Oh, yes.” She licked her lips. “Very good indeed.”

“Because good girls get their deepest, darkest wishes granted at Christmas you know.”

“Mmm.” She pushed up on tiptoes and reached for a kiss. “It’s what I’m hoping for.”

He grinned, reached for the Santa hat she was still wearing and pulled it onto his own head. Then he kissed her, and God, what a kiss. His soft lips were gentle but insistent, urgent but controlled as his sweeping tongue chased and danced with hers. She let him in, happily, revelling in the taste of him—man and sex and maybe a hint of beer.

He wound his arms around her waist and pulled her tight against his body. Her nipples meshed with his scratching chest hairs, and his penis, jammed between their bodies, settled against her stomach. She melted into a pool of desire. It had been so long since she’d indulged her lust, her body’s wants and needs, and James was so much hotter than a daydream.

Next thing she knew, he was pulling her towards the end of the bed, small steps which didn’t interfere with the delicious connection of their mouths. “I want you so bad,” he mumbled onto her lips. “I want you to ride me. Will you do that, baby? Will you ride me?’

Bridget managed a mumble of agreement as his mouth tore from hers and he sank his behind onto the very edge of the bed. She stepped in between his spread, bent knees. He reached forward and ran his hands over her butt cheeks, massaging and kneading before he laid his upper body flat and held his hands out for her. “Hop on,” he said with a lopsided grin.


Have a great weekend.

Lily x

Friday, 9 December 2011

Contest!

Last day to enter the caption contest at When One Is Not Enough. Get your thinking caps on to win a copy of my musical ménage Orchestrating Manoeuvres.



Have fun.

Lily x

Wednesday, 7 December 2011

Seasonal Sex!!



Pete and Sarah's Guide To Seasonal Sex - your one stop shop for everything you want to know about seasonal adult activities. Packed with interviews from internationally renowned performers such as Dita Von Teese and Buck Angel, as well as winter themed erotic stories, and seasonal adult articles!

This is THE guide you need to read, whether you are a girl, a boy, or both! Written by former Forum magazine editor Sarah Berry, and world renowned erotic writer Peter Birch, with editing by erotic author Nicky Raven, this new quarterly seasonal adult guide is sure to enlighten, amaze and entertain you through the dark winter months.


Formatted and digitally published globally by erotica book imprint House Of Erotica.

Tuesday, 6 December 2011

Caption Contest at WOINE

To celebrate the release of Orchestrating Manoeuvres as an individual e-book I am holding a contest at my favourite ménage site, When One Is Not Enough.


Head on over and get your thinking cap on to be in with a chance to win.


The life of a broken hearted supermodel can get pretty dull-there’s only so much champagne and caviar one can handle. So, when the opportunity to hook up with two stunning Italian pianists with talented fingers, perfect rhythm and sublime composing presented itself, what could I say but yes, yes yes!

Lily x

Sunday, 4 December 2011

Sunday Snog - Hound Dogging Around


Welcome to Sunday Snog. This week's kiss is taken from Hound Dogging Around which is a short story in Cocktales - Sex on the Beach.



Sam is holidaying with her sister's family in Disneyland. She's spent a lot of time minding her nephews so when she finds herself in a secluded spot in the water park, with a particularly delicious guy who spends his days in a big, furry dog outfit entertaining kids, she can't resist having a bit of fun.

SNOG

His handsome face hovered before me and I wondered what it would be like to kiss him. His mouth looked so soft and sensual and his skin glowed like honey. I swept my tongue over my bottom lip and breathed in his scent; man and heat tinged with smoke and spice; it surrounded me, held me like a cloak.

"Can I show you my idea of magic?" he murmured, stepping closer. 

I backed against the wall. It was cool and lumpy against my bare skin and I spread my palms out behind my buttocks.

"What do you mean?" I asked. My breath hitching at the sexy, suggestive undercurrents in his voice.

"Disney entertainment for hot aunts who've spent their holiday thinking of others." His moss green eyes flashed with an intoxicating mixture of recklessness and fun and I could't pull away from their magnetic connection. He reached up and slid his hand around my neck. Cupped the base of my skull and whispered onto my lips, "Have some fun … with me … now."

I swallowed tightly then gave a small nod.

The next thing I knew his lips were caressing my mouth, soft and gentle. The tip of his tongue poked past my teeth and our tongues tangled in hot, tobacco wetness.

A whimper escaped my throat, this was even better than I'd been imagining.

He pressed forward. His crisp chest hair and the cool hardness of his piercing connected just above my flattened breasts. The downy fur of his Bongo costume tickled my bare legs and I sensed a growing hardness above my hip; his dick was buried deep in his canine costume but I still got a good idea of its impressive length.

His lips left my mouth and trailed down my neck.

"Jeez, you taste good," he murmured. "Coconut and ice-cream and vanilla." He stooped lower sending butterflies tickling over my chest as his soul patch scraped my skin.

I slid my hands over his hard shoulders. What am I doing with this sexy stranger?

His searching fingers pulled aside my bikini top and his hot mouth suctioned onto my hard, needy nipple. I didn't care that I barely knew him. All I could think of was my breasts aching with a sudden rush of blood and the dragging sense of longing growing between my legs. It had been so long and my poor neglected body felt ready to fly under his unexpected attentions.

I buckled my knees as he used his hands to cup the underside of my breasts and feed my flesh into his mouth. He suckled then withdrew, flicking his tongue over my tight points, coaxing them harder still and treating each tit with equal reverence. I tangled my fingers in his hair and let out a sigh as he sank to his knees and curled big determined fingers over the elastic of my bikini bottoms.

"But what if …?" I said, glancing at the arched entrance to our den.

"Shh." He rolled the scrap of material down to my knees and nudged my thighs apart. "No one comes in here." His hot breath breezed onto the trimmed line of my black pubic hair. "Open up, I want to taste you … here."


Have a great day.

Lily x