Friends Friday -Lily Harlem and Harita!

Welcome Lily Harlem to Friends Friday today. She is the kind of lady you really want to spend a Saturday night with…and some of Sunday morning, actually :D Lily and I spent time otgether at Eroticon last weekend in the flesh as it was and now she’s here on my blog!


Thank you so much, Victoria, for inviting me over today, its always fun to hang out either in real life or online. And didn’t we have a blast at Eroticon 2012 last weekend—even if it did take me a couple of days to recover from!

One thing Ms Blisse and I have in common is we both have a story in Total-E-Bound’s Bollywood series . Mine is called The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita and was enormous fun to write.


When I got an email from the publisher asking if I would consider contributing to the series, I was actually in Asia with the delectable Mr. Harlem combining a little ‘us’ time with business (his!). Trouble was, as soon as I was given the challenge of a new story, set in Mumbai, my mind started whirring and the imaginative juices began to flow. Yep, it was a bit of a distraction…

Luckily I had not only sexy company, Mr. H, I also had the right kind of environment for inspiration to strike, then germinate, grow and bloom. It was hot and sultry, the colours vivid and vibrant and we even squeezed in a trip to the most romantic place on earth, the Taj Mahal. Ahhhh……


I managed to do a little writing as Mr. H snoozed on a sun lounger or went to meetings, and I created a girl, called Kamini Singh, who like me was a writer of smut! Trouble is Kamini is Hindu and about to wed Damon; a husband her parents have chosen for her. This is kind of how I imagined Kamini to look. Sexily shy but with confidence and desire sparkling from her eyes.


But Kamini has a secret. No one knows that she writes The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita for leading Indian men’s magazine Ichchha (which means pleasure), and she uses the written word in her weekly column to live out her fantasies and bring to life a wealth of dirty BDSM dreams.

Luckily, her future husband, Damon is not only gorgeous and sexy, he is also keen to make Harita’s wedding night very special. I don’t want to give too much of the book away, but in order for him live up to Harita’s very lofty expectations he has to be something special—by that I mean a penchant for domination, skillful with his mouth, cock and certain instruments, oh, and I also gave him a heart-stoppingly beautiful twin – Amen!!


So the resulting book is hot with a capital H. Its dirty in a way that if it was a t-shirt you would cover it in bleach and put it on the hottest wash and it still wouldn’t come clean, and it’s also like taking a walk in someone else’s shoes, or rather like lying in someone else’s bed.

Here is an excerpt. I hope you enjoy and do feel free to drop by my website anytime, there’s plenty of eye candy, links to free reads and a rather interesting insight into my armpit fetish!!

Lily x


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.

Excerpt – taken from the very beginning of the book: 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.


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.

Thanks for visiting, Lily, It’s been a pleasure hosting you!

My Review of The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita.

I picked up this hot novella and devoured it in one sitting. The above excerpt is sexy and seductive and the story just keeps getting better. I loved Kimini and as an erotica writer I could understand her dilemma and her double life. And Damon is the kind of man I dream of. Handsome, loving and dominant. I fell in love with him almost instantly.

The story is exotic and mundane at the same time. I mean that as the highest compliment. This story has the feel of Mumbai, the spice of Bollywood but is easy to identify with. I’ve never gotten anywhere near India and I felt engaged in every word of this fast paced smut fest. It’s hot, it’s sexy and hell, it’s kinky and I loved it all.

In fact I wanted more. I read the last line and was so desperate for it not to be the last line that I checked to make sure my kindle hadn’t experienced a malfunction and chopped off the end. I think it is the sign of a good book when it leaves you hungering for more.

Do yourself a favour and treat yourself to a copy of this exotic piece of Bollywood sexiness. You won’t regret it!