25th February 2010 - News - 2 Comments

Thursday Threesome.

A treat for you on this dull and damp Thursday. Three hot excerpts from three hot stories! I’m going to start out with my latest release Restoration!

asfpofv,I adore this story. It came to me one night when I was watching some documentary or other on museum restorers and this one lady was completely in love with the piece she was working on, I could see it in the way her eyes sparkled as she spoke about it and that sparked off an idea in my perverted little mind and I started to do some research on sex and ancient artifacts. Somewhere in my searching I came across Priapus the fertility god with the big and permanently erect penis.

Here is an excerpt from Restoration that focuses on the major feature of the statue of Priapus which Theresa works on.

Working so close to the rearing cock is not helping either. I’m moving around his erection, beneath it even to get to his stomach and my eye is constantly dragged to the massive moss covered member, it’s like a monster from an episode of Scooby Doo, well if they ever do an XXX episode, that is. I just want to wiggle my fingers down into my waistband, I could do it. I’m only using the one hand right now on the final brush over of his flat, smooth stomach.

I’m shocked when I realise the fingers of my left hand have insinuated themselves into my panties. I’m so wet my fingers slide down my slit effortlessly and I catch my clit which seems to bridge the circuit and my cunt comes alive. My brush sweeps up and down slowly over the stone as my fingers frig frantically in my pants.
I can feel his eyes upon me, his heavy marbled glaze egging me on to erotic explosions. I swear I can hear him panting, I can hear his breath as he watches me masturbating here at work. Me, mousy Theresa, with her fingers buried in her hungering pussy, her thumb rubbing in circles, charging her clit and closing her eyes.
I hear a muttered curse from the corridor and open my eyes, painfully whipping my hand from my pants denying myself the orgasm that was about to flood me, disappointing my Priapus.

“Oh, he’s really coming on now, isn’t he?” Doctor Browning smiles, his eyes darting around the room, his cheeks flushed.
“Did you run down here, Doctor? You look a bit flustered.”
“No, No. I was just dealing with an issue that got me all hot and bothered, that’s all.” He comes closer and I know he must be able to smell my cunt juices because I can, but he doesn’t let on. He’s definitely been worked up, his treacle-coloured hair is spiked up where he’s been running his fingers through it.
“Yes, I’m progressing quicker than I thought, the marble is in such good condition. It’s like the foliage preserved Priapus.”
“Well, he was the fertility god. Maybe he planned it that way.”
Our eyes meet and we share a laugh.
“Maybe that’s it, Doctor.”
“Well you never know, Theresa. The world is a strange place. Well, I better get back upstairs because I have a million and one things to do and they never ever do themselves for me. I envy you sometimes, down here in the solitude with time to really concentrate on everything you do.”
His eyes hold a wistful look as he straightens up to leave.
“You’d be bored, Sir. You’re a man of action.”
“Well, you might be right there, you may well be right. But the grass is always greener, you know?”
“Yeah, I know.” I nod and he retreats, throwing a cheery wave my way. I resume work on the statues toes this time, I can’t afford to be too close to that cock right now, I was so nearly caught then and what worries me is that I was so nearly not bothered.

We have to leave Theresa to her Restoration now and continue on to vist Jacques, an up class bakers with beautiful cakes that will make your mouth water just to look at them. The baker, Jack is pretty tasty too!

Spiced Vanilla was originally released as part of the Night of the Senses anthology and a few weeks ago was released as an Audio book. I am glad to tell you that on Monday you will be able to buy Spiced Vanilla as a single, stand alone story from Total-E-Bound.

And now a tasty teaser for you to sink your teeth into!

It was strangely erotic, the wood beneath my breasts and stomach, the chocolate smearing on my skin where it touched, and the action of lapping made several sexually explicit images leap to mind. I opened my eyes and looked straight ahead. Jack was there, kneeling or squatting so his face was level with the table edge, and he stared intently at my tongue.

I blushed yet kept on lapping up the delicious chocolate-slick before me. He caressed his lips with his tongue and I felt my pussy spasm with pleasure. What a slut I was.

“Keep licking,” he commanded and moved from sight. I wondered what he was up to. I continued the rhythmic licking, imagining it was his chest, his thigh, his cock, then I yelped in surprise as his hands grasped my hips.

He unzipped my skirt, and it dropped to the floor. I was about to protest, but he silenced me with one, sharp command.

“Hush.”

I hissed as his hand contacted my butt with a heavy slap. I wished I had put on a different pair of knickers, the thong-back of these provided no protection for my buttocks at all.

“Hush, I said. I’m punishing you for making a mess.”

It was what I’d always wanted. The bitter sting of his hand clapped down on my tender butt-flesh and turned to pleasure by the purring eagerness of my pussy. His slaps rained down harder, and I tried my best not to make a sound.

It hurt though, and soon, I was pushing my hands down to my bottom in an attempt to shield it from his blows.

“No,” he snapped. “Move those hands, young lady. Now.”

I did, and he continued to spank my heated flesh. Although I was turned on to the point of saturation, I could not take the bitter sting and moved my hands to deflect his again.

“Right, fine,” he growled. “Stretch your arms straight out in front of you.”

I hesitated.

“Now,” he barked, and I complied, chocolate sticking and slipping along each limb as I extended them forward through what was left of the chocolate slick. He walked around to the front of me again, his apron in his hand. He wound the cotton cloth around my wrists and tied it in a knot so my hands were held immobile above my head.

“Right.” He picked up a wooden spatula from the table opposite, the kind with little rectangular holes running down the middle and walked away again out of my sight. I questioned how I ended up like that, tied, covered in chocolate and at his mercy. I could only think that he’d harnessed the secret submissive in my soul and I was helpless to resist his domination.

The slap of the spatula was lighter yet more torturous than the tap of his hand. The whooshing sound scared me, and the crack and sting to my buttocks had me screaming with pain and arousal.

“Beautiful,” he crooned, as his fingers gently traced over the point of impact, his tender touch aroused me even more than the spanking, and I craved more of it. After each slap of the spatula, his fingers soothed my flesh, and I began to welcome the stinging as the prelude to his sensual caress.

Are you all craving chocolate now? I know I am. Next I am going to introduce Hugh and his darker lusts. The last tasty excerpt in my Threesome is from The Point. This is the first part in my Point Vamp series and will be released from Total-E-Bound on the 19th April.

I don’t know about you, but I’ve always had a bit of a soft spot for vampires which is rather weird when you think of what a chicken I actually am. I don’t like horror stories, I’m a very sensitive soul you know but there is something inherently sexy about Vampires.

Here’s a short excerpt from this upcoming story, there’s only a few more weeks to wait before you’ll be able to purchase it and find out just how it all ends.

His fingers inched down from the towelling around her shoulders and stroked at the lace of her bra. She gasped, not sure whether to scream, slap him or beg him to continue.

“It is wet, I am afraid, Elizabeth. It will need removing.”
“No, I mean, I’ll be, you know, nearly naked.” Her voice was all high pitched, and she felt as vulnerable as she had when he’d first scooped her up without effort into his arms.
“I know,” he rested a cold hand in the middle of the back, “but if you keep this on you know you’re going to get ill. You’re a doctor.” He went to pull apart the fastening, and she sighed.

“I guess you’re right.” Her heart thumped so hard she could hear it as her breasts fell forward naturally, and he pulled the material down her arms.
“You have no need to worry,” he said as he pulled the bra from her body and pushed the towel farther over her shoulders to cover her chest. “Your breasts are beautiful. You should be proud of them.”

Elizabeth didn’t quite know how to reply to that. She was certain she should be offended in some way, but she was actually thrilled by the compliment. He was after all a hot, tall, dark—if a little menacing—stranger, and a compliment from a handsome man wasn’t something to be sniffed at.
He rubbed gently at her back as she towelled her front. The towel held a musty, old smell, but she put it down to single man syndrome and tried to ignore the scent. She was aware of every rub and movement as her nipples hardened, wrinkling up with pleasure at such a sweet compliment and such sensual touches.
“Now, we need to remove your trousers. Do you think you could stand up if you used me for a support?”

“Yes, I think I probably could,” she replied, and he placed a hand under her right elbow and pulled her forward. She pushed up on her good side and completely forgot about the towel covering her torso until it slithered down her back and fell onto the sofa. She took a deep steadying breath and looked up. He smiled at her, and her tummy rolled making her feel light headed and a little bit sick as if she’d been in a stuffy car too long and she needed to get out and drink in some fresh air.
“If you just slip them off your hips, I can pull them down all the way once you’re seated.”

“Yes, of course.” She took her left hand and pushed down at the top of her light trousers. She held his waist for dear life with one hand and she found it frustratingly difficult to slip the pants off with just the one hand.

“Here,” he whispered huskily, “let me help you with that.” His big, strong hand rested on her stomach and he hooked his fingers into the waistband. She held her breath. She wanted to scream, she wanted to moan, she wanted to beg him to slip his fingers inside of her. She felt so aroused, giddy from the proximity of this mysterious man. She wanted desperately to fuck him, well more correctly to be fucked by him even though they’d only just exchanged names.

And that, my friends is the end of the threesome. I do hope you’ve enjoyed it, I know have. Now if you could pick two of my characters to have a threesome with, who would you pick?

2 responses to “Thursday Threesome.”

  1. JP says:

    Not into three-ways much – I know, I’m weird! But I’ll take the vamp any day. Cool cover!

  2. Victoria Blisse says:

    Yeah, it’s a fantastic cover and Hugh, the Vampire is very tasty, good choice!

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