Originally, I was going to go with something sweet or useful, or maybe inspiring. Some appropriately adorable articulation, alarmingly acceptable to all.
Alas, after attending an authors assembly, my attitude is ambivalent and as I am attempting to arouse, awaken and appeal to readers, I acquiesce to their astute advice in admiration of their abundant accomplishments.
Whoosh, (wipes sweat from brow) And don't think I'm doing this every day cause that ain't happening.
Anyway, in honor of my really cool author friends at Blushing Books, and around the world, I'm forcing myself to be brave.
A is for ANAL
To prove that I'm not a complete wimp, today I'm sharing an excerpt from The O'Malley Brides. While not anal intercourse, it's still anal. That's my story and I'm sticking to it!
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Tess was in a no win situation. If she relaxed her bottom his fingers on her clit drove her crazy. If she pulled away from that, she tensed and the plug in her bottom felt enormous. The heated spanks were coming faster and faster as she danced on his lap. Flames licked at her everywhere, on her clit, her cheeks, even her poor bottom hole. Every now and then Rory would pause to spin and tug on her pacifier. Where did learn these tricks? The only place he didn’t touch was her vagina and at this point she would have sold her fillings for a thick finger there.
Feeling his erection under her belly, it was all she could do not to beg for him to take her and there was no way she would do that. The best possible outcome would be for Rory to believe that she did not want these things done to her. Maybe he would become just a normal man satisfied with sex a few times a week and not this insatiable lover, determined to drive her insane with need. She could feel her body tensing. At any moment she would come apart in his arms and he would not even be doing the same. He would be watching her, measuring her response to his commanding…
“Tess, do not come until I tell you,” Rory informed her firmly. His voice was rough and hoarse, his body hard beneath her.
“What?” she asked breathlessly, totally confused by his strange demand.
“You may not come until I allow you to, Babe,” he repeated gruffly, giving her a crisp slap on her ass.
“You do this to me, to my body, and then tell me not to come? Are you loco?” she panted. Now that he had forbidden her to come, every cell in her body was screaming for release. Sweat poured off her, her hair was damp, and her limbs quivering as she struggled to comprehend his order.
“I mean it, Babe. If you come without permission, I will spank you, hard. You will stand in the corner with your pretty little ass on fire, your pacifier in place the whole time.” Rory could not keep the smile off his face. It was a good thing she was bottoms up. This woman, his woman, was a treasure. Everything he did to her gorgeous body she loved, whether she would admit it or not. The hand cupped around her mound was running over with her liquid tribute. Her shivering was not from the cold, but from heat, a heat he had slowly built in her until she was a flame of need. He could feel her struggle, feel the tightening of her limbs, as she tried to stave off her climax. Emotion overwhelmed him. Tess was fighting her climax as he did everything in his power to make her lose that battle. She was his. She would submit to him and he would make her the center of his universe.
“Come, Babe,” he commanded and before his breath cooled in the air she screamed his name and convulsed in his hands.
Copyright 2012 by Blushing Books and Stevie MacFarlane
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