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Lucy Felthouse’s Birthday Bash! @cw1985 #erotica #romance #giveaway #sale #99c

happy-birthday-1423425Lucy Felthouse is having a month-long celebration for her birthday, and she wants you to get involved!

She’s giving away presents…

For the whole month, her erotic short story anthology, Multi-Orgasmic, will be just $0.99/99p in eBook format! The links are below for you to grab your copy:

Amazon UK
Amazon US
Amazon AU
Amazon CA
All Romance eBooks
Barnes & Noble
iBooks UK
iBooks US
Kobo
Smashwords

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And secondly, she and some of her friends are running a huge giveaway at her website! The giveaway is also running for the whole month, and one lucky winner will get gift cards and a whole bunch of eBooks. So be sure to head over to Lucy’s site and make your entries:

http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/?p=12760

Enjoy the celebrations!

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Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

 

Touring Wade’s Dungeon — Going Down!

Interviewing WadeOnce lunch is over, I’m well fortified for the second half of my tour of Wade’s Dungeon. In fact, I’m so stuffed with burritos and nachos that I think Wade is being a proper sadist when he continues my tour of his Dungeon with a peek at his state of the art gym. ‘I hear you like to work out, K D,’ he says, and I can see his quirk of a smile threatening to break out as I scurry over to a space in front of a ceiling to floor mirror to fondle the most complete, most gorgeous set of kettle bells I’ve ever seen. I can tell they’re not just for looks. There are no pretty colors, just good, solid cast iron. ‘Thought you’d like those,’ he says.

I barely get a chance to run an appreciative hand over a proper stair machine, ogle a fantastic free-weights set up, a vicious-looking treadmill and ooh and awe over the Metrix machine before he’s herding me out the door.

From there he takes me into the Suite. I actually had breakfast in the kitchen area the other morning with Carla and Wade, but the Suite has been talked about in hushed tones for a while now. Carla calls it Wade’s fuck pad, but she knows, as do I that Wade keeps it for the rare guests he has. She has been one of the few people to take advantage of it. ‘It’s amazing!’ I say, trying to catch my breath as I stare at a marble bathtub and Jacuzzi the size of a small swimming pool, and an enormous wet room with more water sources that I can count before he’s herding me off again, blushing as we head past a bed big enough for half the employees of Pneuma Inc to have an orgy on. ‘Beverly Neumann did the decorating,’ he says still blushing. ‘She did this on purpose.’ He makes it sound like she put peanut butter in his boxers or something. ‘It’s lovely,’ I manage. ‘I’d say she did good.’

He mumbles something about overkill and herds me out of the room before I take up squatters rights as Interviewing Wade’s author and move in. I notice his pace slows considerably as we head back down the hall past several rooms that look like state of the art laboratories, spotlessly clean, well-equipped and seemingly deserted.

‘Does R&D use these?’ I ask.

He looks at me like I suddenly grew horns. ‘No. Why would they? They have their space.’

‘Then you work in them.’

He pauses mid-step to contemplate that idea. ‘I suppose I could if I wanted to, but they’re not as private as I’d like them to be. It’s too easy to be disturbed on this level. I do most of my work in the sub-basements.’

We move past a strange door that looks like the entrance to a train car.

‘What’s this,’ I ask.

‘Nothing yet,’ he answers. ‘Just an idea I have for a … space.’ He doesn’t clarify, and I’ve been around him enough to realize he won’t unless he wants to. His pace slows still further. At the end of the hall I can see a set of double doors that look like they could well belong in a hospital, but before I can ask, I realize he is standing in front of an open door, blocking my view.

‘You know what this is,’ he says, blushing furiously.

Book stacksI do, and I’m desperate to see it, but I know how sensitive Wade can be. ‘You’re room,’ I replay. ‘I don’t really like people in my bedroom either,’ I add, feeling his discomfort below my breastbone almost as though it is my own.

For a moment he has trouble meeting my gaze, then he looks up at me with dark green eyes. ‘It isn’t so much that it’s my sleeping room as it as that you know … you know what happened in there.’

I nod, not quite knowing how to reply, feeling a blush rise up my own cheeks as I think about what has happened between him and Carla in that space. But as I turn to walk away, he lays a strong hand on my arm to stop me, then steps aside and motions me in.

The room is small, much smaller than even I expected. Unlike the rest of the tiled floors of the Dungeon, Wade’s room is just concrete. The only piece of furniture is a fairly sturdy camp cot with an aging Star Trek duvet made up neatly over it. I notice immediately that the bedside table is really just stacks and stack of books. There’s a gooseneck lamp on top of them. A laptop, several tablets and more books, some open and marked with pens and pencils, some stuffed with paper scribbled full of notes. Next to the books I assume Wade’s reading is an empty Coke can. Around the rest of the room books are stacked three and four deep, in some places as high as my waist. The room smells of old paperbacks and I blush as I realize that the room smells of Wade Crittenden dreaming. He might sense my thought process because he’s blushing again, shuffling from foot to foot.

I quickly change the subject. ‘The books, have you read them all?’

‘All of them, yes. Some more than once,’ he replies.

‘Why do you keep them,’ I ask nodding to a pair of eReaders on the make-shift table.Aileanimages

‘Because they’re books. I like the feel of them, the smell – especially once they’ve been read a time or two.’

I run my fingers along a stack threatening to avalanche against my hip and am astonished to find there is no dust. ‘How do you find anything? Do you have a system?’

He looks around and shakes his head. ‘I thought about some kind of system for them, but then it seemed like a waste of my time when I know where they all are.’ He looks up at me and the blush is there again. ‘I don’t sleep much. Some nights not at all. I read a lot.’ He shrugs and this time the smile is one I can tell isn’t meant for me. ‘Well, I don’t have quite so much time to read now with Carla here. But I still don’t sleep much.’ Then he adds. ‘Besides, Carla loves to read too.’

Once again out in the hall, we push our way through the operating room doors and find ourselves standing in front of an elevator that looks like it might very well lead to an operating theater. The elevator opens and I nearly jump out of my skin, coming face to face with a life-size poster of the monster from Aliens. Wade smiles at my response and motions me in. With a series of taps against a blue buttoned console, the elevator begins a rapid descent. My heart is racing in my chest. I realize the sub-basements are off limits to everyone but Dee and Ellis, Carla, and possibly Martin Flannery. I know that the lowest level, level four is basically a no-go zone, with good reason, and my pulse goes into overdrive at the thought of going down there.

‘I do most of my work in the sub-basements,’ Wade speaks above the hushed whisper of the elevator. ‘I can work there undisturbed.’ We pass sub-level one and then two, and I wipe sweaty hands against my jeans. ‘I have a dozen or so projects going on at any given time, and I never know which one I’ll be inspired to work on,’ Wade says, ‘Best to have a space for each one and some extras too. I never know when the idea for something new will come. The lift stops on sub-level three and I find that I’ve been holding my breath as he motions me out.

This laboratory is nothing like the ones on the upper floors. It isn’t at all what I would expect a laboratory to be like. This one looks like a nerd’s dream basement. There’s a battered brown leather sofa against the wall. On the end table next to it is a lava lamp bubbling up hypnotic red blobs. There’s a kitchen unit that looks like it came out of the 1960s to one side. In the middle of the room on battered desks and metal tables there’s a hodgepodge of monitors and keyboards and on a free-standing metal framework above a section of work table is what looks like a very sophisticated robotic arm that could have come straight from a Terminator film. ‘You know about this,’ he says, nodding to it. He reaches out to touch it. ‘It’s not ready yet. The interface is still not sensitive enough.’ He smiles to himself, running a hand over lava lampthe slightly curved, nearly human looking fingers. ‘Shocked the hell out of myself the other day. Still can’t manage the electrical impulses so that they guide the operator but don’t knock him on his ass.’ He shrugs. I’ll figure it out.’

As we step back into the hall, he nods in both directions. ‘Three more laboratories on this floor,’ he says. ‘The projects in two of them are only in the conceptual stage and the other one is Nano-technology, not something I can easily show you.’ He herds me back into the elevator, and suddenly I’m having trouble breathing again as the door closes behind us and the blue buttons await Wade’s touch.

I can feel him studying me, and try though I might, I can’t meet his gaze. I can’t speak I feel frozen to the spot with the knowledge of what’s in the fourth sub-basement – no laboratories, no nerd’s hang-out. Nothing pretty, nothing sophisticated. I feel a sudden chill as he releases his breath and taps a code into the keypad. The elevator whirs to life and with the tiniest of judder … begins to ascend. I catch my breath in a little sigh.

At last he speaks. ‘I won’t take you down there,’ he says. His face is suddenly like a wall hiding so many things. His jaw is set and his eyes are nearly black in the subdued lighting. ‘You know … what it’s like down there. What I’m like when I go there.’ He swallows hard and closes his eyes, and I feel cold. When he looks back at me, I force myself to meet his gaze. ‘That you know is enough, K D.’ His voice is barely more than just a whisper. ‘Let it be enough.’

We ascend the rest of the way in silence. As we arrive in the main living area of the Dungeon, Carla meets us with two mugs of mocha – extra marshmallow cream. She kisses Wade gently on the mouth and guides him to the table, guidance which, at that moment, I can’t help but feel he needs.

‘All right?’ she speaks softly squeezing his arm after he’s had his first sip.

He nods and forces a smile. Then he reaches out and touches her cheek. ‘Fine. I’m fine.’

For a second I sip in silence, trying to figure out what I should say, under the circumstances. At last I look up at him. ‘Wade, I didn’t mean to –’

He stops me with a shake of his head. ‘If I hadn’t wanted you to see, I wouldn’t have shown you. But what’s on sub-level four, well, even though you know. I don’t like to go there. I … I only ever go there when I have no choice, when I need to. And right now, thankfully,’ he squeezes Carla’s hand, ‘I don’t need to.’

In the evening, Stacie Emerson and Carla’s father, Martin Flannery, take over the kitchen in the Suite. After toasts to the launch of Interviewing Wade, with Prosecco Stacie and Harris have brought back from a recent trip to Italy, there’s homemade spaghetti carbonara with the best tiramisu I’ve ever eaten for dessert. We end the tour and the day’s celebration in the Dungeon’s home cinema stuffing ourselves with buttered popcorn while we watch X-Men First Class.

It’s late when I get ready to leave. Carla and Wade give each other the eye and nod. Then Wade turns his attention to me. ‘It’s late, and you’ve had a busy few days, K D. Why don’t you stay in the Suite tonight.’

Carla nods her agreement, when she sees my uncertainty. ‘I’ve grown rather fond of Wade’s cot,’ she says with a wink. ‘Besides, we don’t need very much space, the two of us.’ As we say our good-nights at the door of the Suite, I watch them head down the hall arm and arm, and I figure Carla is probably right. They don’t need much space at all.

 

The Interviewing Wade Blog Tour and Giveaway continues throughout this week and the next. I’m over at the fabulous Lynelle Clark’s Do join us there!

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For the next two weeks find Carla, Wade and me on these fabulous blogs!

 Mar 23   L. C. Wilkinson  http://lcwilkinson.com/

Mar 24   Jan Graham http://jangraham.blogspot.com/

Mar 25   Lynelle Clark http://lynelleclarkaspiredwriter.blogspot.com/

Mar 26   Nice Ladies, Naughty Books http://niceladiesnaughtybooks.com/

Mar 27   Love Bites & Silk Ties http://www.lovebitessilkties.co.uk/

Mar 30   Books and Banter   http://locglin.blogspot.com/

Mar 31   Case Sharidan   http://casesheridan.wordpress.com/

Apr 1   Lisabet Sarai http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com

Ap 2   Gale Stanley http://galestanley.blogspot.com/

Ap 3   Illustrious Illusions http://www.illustriousillusions.com/

 

INTERVIEWING WADE Is An Executive Decision novel (Click Here for Book One | Book Two | Book Three)

Blurb:

The Executive Decisions Trilogy may be over, but the story continues. Intrepid reporter, Carla Flannery, wants to interview Wade Crittenden, the secretive creative genius behind Pneuma Inc. But when, against all odds, Wade actually agrees to the interview, Carla suspects ulterior motives.

Carla has made a lot of enemies in her work and when Wade discovers she’s being stalked, he agrees to the interview to keep her close and safe. As the situation turns deadly, lives and hearts are on the line, and the interview reveals far more about both than either ever expected.

 

Interviewing Wad is available from:

Amazon UK

Amazon US

Amazon AU

Amazon CA

 

Week Two of the To Rome with Lust Blog Tour

To Rome with LustIt’s been a totally fabulous first week for the launch tour and giveaway for my latest novel, To Rome with Lust!   And the very best thing about the first week is that it’s only HALF of the tour. There will be more fab interviews, more insights, more great piccies of Rome, and of course, more chances to win a £30/$50 gift card from Amazon!  Don’t miss out on any of the fun as we keep you updated on all the latest gossip from Martelli Fragrance as Liza Calendar and Paulo Delcour have an olfactory  sizzling olfactory romp that breaks all the rules as they plan and scheme Martelli’s sexy new Innuendo line.

And of course, you’ll get an up close and personal look at The original Mount in Rome and meet the sexy characters who hang out there. I promise heat, fun, and lots of delicious olfactory lust, so come and join the fun with Paulo and Liza and The Mount in Rome. Check out the calendar below for dates and links to the fabulous blogs I’ll be visiting in week two of the tour, and the chance to catch up on any blogs you missed. Don’t miss any of the olfactory fun!

 

8th December http://www.kaydeeroyal.blogspot.com/ Interview
9th December http://lilyharlem.blogspot.com Guest blog
10th December http://sheheartsbooks7.blogspot.com/ Guest blog and review
11th December http://locglin.blogspot.com/ Interview
12th December http://inthepagesofagoodbook.com Guest blog
15th December http://reneamason.com Guest blog
16th December http://lcwilkinson.com/ Guest blog
17th December http://arecafe.com Guest blog
18th December http://www.pinkypollock.blogspot.com/ Interview
19th December http://sallyannerogers0112.wordpress.com/ Guest blog

 

 

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TO ROME WITH LUST: Book three of The Mount series (Click here for Book One | Book Two)

The adventure that Rita Holly began in The Mount in London and Nick Chase took up in Vegas continues when a sizzling encounter on a flight to Rome has journalist, Liza Calendar, and perfumer, Paulo ‘The Nose’ Delacour, in sexy olfactory heaven. The heir apparent of Martelli Fragrance, Paulo wants Liza’s magnificently sensitive nose to help develop Martelli’s controversial new line. Paulo has a secret weapon; Martelli Fragrance is the front for the original Mount, an ancient sex cult of which he is a part, and Paulo plans to use the scent of sex to enhance Martelli’s Innuendo line. As Liza and Paulo sniff out the scent of seduction, they become their own best lab rats. But when someone steals the perfume formulas and lays the blame at Liza’s feet, she and Paulo must sniff out the culprit and prove Liza’s innocence before more is exposed than just secret formulas.

Excerpt:

Angelo knelt between Lucia’s legs and then with slow deliberateness of which Paulo would have thought the man incapable, he nipped and sucked and licked his way up the inside of Lucia’s left thigh. Her arms flailed and she groaned out loud, curling one fist into a tuft of grass that had grown up between the travertine stones and fisting the other in Angelo’s hair as though she could drag him up her body faster, but he took his time.

‘Angelo, please. Please! Angelo, Angelo, Angelo!’ By the time he had rested her bare feet on his shoulders and settled into the feast she offered between her thighs, Lucia called his name like a mantra, and Paulo was convinced that a person would have to have no sense of smell at all not to smell the heat. His cock was hard inside his trousers as much from watching Liza’s response to Angelo’s shift in game plan as to what Angelo and Lucia were actually doing.

‘That’s better, oh God, that’s better, so much better,’ Liza said between gasps for breath.

Hercules in the Republic temple complex Ostia Antica‘What do you smell?’ Lucia managed with a little yelp as Angelo nibbled her clit. ‘Tell us what you smell.’

‘I smell arid summer and pine, I smell honey and lime and seashore. I smell hot metal and wet forest floor, I smell … I smell your orgasm like a sea storm.’

And before she finished the sentence Lucia bucked her hips and grasped Angelo tightly between her thighs as her cries echoed off the ancient walls of the ruins.

‘I want you in my mouth! I want you in my mouth, I want you in my mouth,’ Lucia babbled incoherently. To Paulo’s surprise, Angelo wasn’t the Dom tonight. He obeyed, shifting until his body arched over her, shoving and kicking until his trousers and boxers were off in a heap at his side. Then he lowered his cock into her mouth, positioning himself carefully so that she could take him into her throat, her head back, her mouth wide and begging like a baby bird, moaning pleasure as he lowered himself into a classic 69 position. Then with the flat of his hand, he opened her thighs, planted a lazy tongue kiss in her navel, then battled the front of the beleaguered Thong to bury his face back in her slit. Almost immediately she whimpered against his cock and her hips bucked. Lucia could come all night long. Everyone at The Mount knew that about her.

But it was what Liza was doing that had Paulo on the edge of coming. The way she sniffed, the way her eyelids fluttered then closed, the way she encouraged the lovers, the way she talked to herself of the scent of sea and earth and heavy thunderstorms. Oh God, he wanted to march right over to her, push up her skirt and bury his cock in her soft wet folds, and he knew she would be so wet, so slick. He knew she would be ready and yielding and that she would take him to the hilt and he would be in ecstasy with her butter and honey scent curling around his lightening storm heat. He stood very still, breathing deeply, deeply enough to smell sex, deeply enough to feel it in his cells, but as Angelo wiped his face on his arm and repositioned himself to thrust into Lucia’s pussy again, and as she wrapped her legs around him and howled another orgasm, it wasn’t either of them that was making him desperate for some relief of his own. It was Liza, Liza reveling in an orgy of scent, Liza like a goddess in her element.View of Rome from Borghese GardensP1010033

And when Angelo ejaculated with a roar, like a lion before Hercules, when his whole body convulsed like it would break apart, Paulo knew without a shadow of a doubt the man was feeling something he had never felt before. He was experiencing another dimension to sex, and he was a man who was jaded by experience.

But Liza knew that too. He could see it as she dropped to her knees gasping for breath, eyes closed, trembling, trembling all over. And Paulo could hold back no more, he rushed to her side and pulled her possessively into his arms. She uttered a startled yelp, then she looked up at him as though she wasn’t sure how he’d gotten there, as though she had been somewhere far away. Then she flung her arms around his neck and kissed him long and hard.

 

 

 

 

To Rome with Lust Blog Tour

To Rome with LustI’m very excited to announce a two-week blog tour and giveaway to celebrate the launch of my latest novel, To Rome with Lust.   There will be fab interviews — not only with the illustrious author of TRWL, but with the outrageously sexy Paulo Delacour and the woman with the amazing sense of smell, the totally yummy Liza Calendar. They’ll be giving us the skinny on what’s going on at Martelli Fragrance and the development of their sexy new Innuendo line.

And of course, you’ll get an up close and personal look at The original Mount in Rome and meet the sexy characters who hang out there. I promise heat, fun, and lots of delicious olfactory lust, so come and join the fun with Paulo and Liza and The Mount in Rome. Check out the calendar below for dates and links to the fabulous blogs I’ll be visiting, and don’t miss any of the celebration!

 

8th December http://www.kaydeeroyal.blogspot.com/ Interview
9th December http://lilyharlem.blogspot.com Guest blog
10th December http://sheheartsbooks7.blogspot.com/ Guest blog and review
11th December http://locglin.blogspot.com/ Interview
12th December http://inthepagesofagoodbook.com Guest blog
15th December http://reneamason.com Guest blog
16th December http://lcwilkinson.com/ Guest blog
17th December http://arecafe.com Guest blog
18th December http://www.pinkypollock.blogspot.com/ Interview
19th December http://sallyannerogers0112.wordpress.com/ Guest blog

 

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Snog by the Sea Blog Hop! Snogging in Lyme Regis

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It’s time for the Snog by the Sea blog hop! Leave it to Team Blisse to start the fun early. Clearly we’re not the only ones who can hardly wait for Smut by the Sea next Saturday. And what better way to prepare for the big event than some seriously sizzling snogging! And of course, what’s a blog hop without great prizes!

Welcome to our Snogfest which runs from the 6th-9th June.

Please check out all the links below and comment to win our fab prizes!

If you live in the UK you can win 2 All-Day Tickets for Smut by the Sea – Scarborough’s only smutty get together for Erotica Authors and Readers. Taking Place at Scarborough Library on the 14th June 2014.

If you are not in the UK you can win a mystery ebook bundle with ebooks from some of the top names in erotica.

Want more Snogs by the Sea? Join us for Smut by the Sea!

On the 14th of June 2014 at the Scarborough Library, we’ll be hosting Smut by the Sea. It’ll be a fab day full of smutty fun with writing workshops, reading slams, a buffet lunch, mini marketplace and erotic Tombola and a whole host of erotic authors to meet. You don’t want to miss it!

Find out more and get your tickets at Smut by the Sea.Snob by sea imagesfg-fits-mascot

Use the promo code “snogbythesea” to save 20% on tickets

I’d sweetening the snogalicious pot with a free copy of my sexy road trip novella, Migrations. All you have to do for a chance to win is leave a comment.

In the meantime, here is a sexy seaside summer snog from my short story, Skin, which is in the fabulous Smut By the Sea Anthology, Volume 1. Enjoy!

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Blurb:

When the mysterious Celia follows Tess home in a rain storm, the sexy encounter that follows is totally unexpected, and yet somehow, Celia is strangely familiar.

Excerpt SKIN:

(Caution: This Excerpt is VERY Adult Only)

‘Women smell of the sea as men never can,’ she breathed against my face. ‘I love that about women. With women I’m always close to the sea.’ Then she kissed me with just a touch of tongue, just as she wriggled a finger in between my labia and we both moaned into each other’s mouths. ‘You’re so creamy wet.’ She pressed her pussy against my hip. ‘Do I make you that way?’

‘Oh God yes,’ I breathed, pulling her closer, taking her mouth as though I would eat her up.

‘Then let me taste you. I want to taste you, please.’

smut by the sea-vol1-coverIn a wave of water that splashed out over the top of the tub, I pushed my way out until I was seated on the edge with my back pressed hard against the tiles of the wall. She sat between my open thighs. There was no preamble, no teasing. She just began with the point of her tongue pressed up against my perineum, then licked and nibbled and sucked her way upward until her lips pursed tightly around my clit. By that time I could no longer hold still. I curled my fingers into her wet hair and bore down, feeling like all of my weight was now concentrated at the apex of my pussy where she licked and suckled, none too neatly. My juices glistened on her face and ran down her chin mixed with her saliva. ‘You’re almost there, aren’t you?’ She whispered against my clit. ‘I can feel your orgasm gathering, pressing, waiting to happen all right here.’ Then she nipped my distended clit and shoved two fingers up hard into my gape and I exploded, jerking and spasming. I would have slipped back into the tub, but she held me fast with her strong arms, held me open wide and watched me come.

‘There’s nothing quite as beautiful as watching a woman’s cunt when she’s coming,’ she said. I could feel her hot breath against my trembling pout as she spoke. ‘The skin around it is dark and glistening bright and stretched so tight from desire, and it ripples and flows like the sea is just beneath the surface.’ She gave the swell of me a gentle stroke. ‘Have you ever watched a woman come?’

‘I’ve never looked,’ I said when I could finally get enough breath to speak.

‘What? And you, an artist? Come on. You have to see what happens.’ She hopped from the tub and grabbed the towel drying herself as she headed into the lounge, grabbing her wine glass as an afterthought. ‘Where do you draw?’ She called over her shoulder.

As quickly as I could, I wrapped myself in one of the big towels drying as I went, following her wet footprints across the wood floor into the lounge which I had turned into a make-shift studio.

When I caught up with her, she had shed her towel and thrown a clean cotton drop cloth across the leather sofa. ‘This is perfect. This is a wonderful place to be creative.’ She nodded out the large picture window to the panorama of sea and cloud and storm. ‘And it’s a great place to masturbate. I bet you masturbate here, don’t you?’ She asked.

I blushed hard and nodded. ‘Sometimes I do.’

‘Masturbation and creativity go hand in hand,’ she said. Then she nodded to my pad and charcoal tossed carelessly across the coffee table and she settled onto the sofa in a reclining position. ‘How do you want me?’

Wrapped tightly in the towel, I awkwardly took up the pad and charcoal and moved a chair to sit near the sofa waiting expectantly.
She giggled. ‘You’re not a secretary waiting to take dictation. You’re an artist here to do a study on womanly pleasure. I’m your subject. You have to tell me what to do.’ She giggled again, and the sound was almost playful, childlike. ‘Are you blushing, Tess? You are, aren’t you? Oh darling, you have to relax IMG00403-20120929-1751and enjoy your pussy, enjoy all of your lovely skin. Look at you, all wrapped up in a towel like you’re trying to hide something, something you should never hide.’

She took a large sip of wine then motioned me to her.

Cautiously I put down the pad and came closer.

With one hand she shoved the towel off my breasts and onto the floor. As I yelped my protest, she pulled me down on top of her, took my face in her hands and with an open mouth kiss drizzled the body temperature red wine into my mouth. I startled, but she held me and trickled a little more, pushing it forward with thrusts of her tongue almost like she was fucking my mouth with it, drizzling wine cum between pursed lips. My pussy gushed with empathy as I suckled the rest from her, one hand cupped behind her head, the other splayed over one of her perfect breasts, stroking an impossibly erect nipple.

At last she pulled away and smiled up at me. ‘Now, I’m going to play with my pussy and make myself come.’ She held my gaze. ‘I’ll do whatever you want me to from any position you’d like to draw. All you have to do is say.’

I dropped onto the floor next to the sofa, and she draped one leg so that her foot rested on the coffee table and I was settled in between her thighs at eye level with her cunt. I fumbled for the pad and charcoal, nearly ripping the paper as I shuffled for a blank page.

‘Okay,’ I breathed, nearly dropping the charcoal. ‘I want to see.’

Her slender hand lay cupped protectively over her vulva, hiding everything from her clit all the way down

to where her bottom settled onto the couch. It took me a breathless second to realize that she was gently, carefully palming herself, pressing the flat of her hand against her slit, then shifting and rubbing her sex against it. Her eyelids fluttered and she moaned softly pressing upward into her hand.

I couldn’t help myself. Even as I drew furiously and quickly trying to capture every nuance of her pleasure, I dropped a kiss high onto her thigh, smelling the sea on her, smelling the tide pool rising beneath her palm.

‘I want to see,’ I whispered. ‘I want to see your pussy. I want to watch you touch yourself.’ My face burned like fire as I said it, but, oh God, it was so true. I’d never wanted anything so badly in my whole life.

She slipped her hand up slowly, parting the engorged butterfly wings of her labia. Then she dipped her middle finger, at first, and then her index finger next to it, into the milky thick moisture of her arousal, which seeped down over her perineum and onto the drop cloth beneath. She raised herself on one elbow and looked down the flat of her belly at her fingers splaying and shoving into her vulva. ‘I’m already almost there.’ Her words were breathless and her abdomen rose and fell with her growing need for oxygen. ‘I could have almost come just eating your pussy, touching your beautiful pillowy breasts.’ She raked her thumb against the hard knot of her clit, and she jerked beneath her touch and bit her lip with a sob of pleasure. ‘Oh so close. So very close. But I like to make it last, don’t you?’

IMG00405-20120930-1303I nodded dumbly, the sight of her touching herself in such an intimate way had shut down the speech centre of my brain.

‘My nipples ache,’ she said. ‘My tits always feel so heavy and swollen when I’m about to come.’ With the hand not busy fingering her cunt, she tugged at her nipples and kneaded her breasts until I feared she would hurt them. Beneath me, I sat on the uncomfortable heap of the towel I had shed, which was just as well because I would have made a wet spot on the floor from my own flood. I managed to wriggle and move until it was wadded so that it rubbed and stroked up between my own folds and raked at my clit as I shifted, closer to the push and thrust of pleasuring going on between Celia’s legs.

Celia missed nothing. ‘God it makes me hot to think of you rubbing your wet cunt against that towel. Your clit must be the size of a great pearl in a succulent oyster, and you must be so slippery.’

I didn’t respond. I kept drawing like a crazy woman, all the while my hips were rocking back and forth against the towel and Celia’s fingers were dancing and thrusting up inside her pussy, first two then three, deep into the grip and squelch of her creamy wet spot. And I drew and watched and held my breath, anticipating her orgasm, anticipating my own orgasm that I didn’t figure could be too far behind.

She writhed and arched and ground against the drop cloth offering me flashes of her back hole and the rounded clench of her buttocks, offering me the bounce and sway of her cupcake breasts, offering me grunts and whimpers and little animal sounds that I couldn’t capture on paper, but wished I could. At some point I realized not all of those sounds were coming from Celia. And the smell. It was as though I had opened the windows and the scent of the sea had washed in over us, but it was a female sea awash with the earthy wet smell of ripe, needy womanhood.

She looked like she might shatter into pieces as she drew nearer and nearer her orgasm. Her movements and thrusts became tight and stiff, and every muscle in her body was tensed. My own body was more than empathetic. I had found a rhythm on the towel, a rhythm that matched Celia’s. My gaze was so tightly focused on her cunt that my eyes burned like fire from not blinking, and yet I watched.

And then it happened. ‘Oh my god,’ she gasped. ‘I have to come, Tess. I have to come now.’

She arched up off the sofa and roared like a lioness. Her pussy drenched her hand and her buttocks clenched and released around her tight back-hole then she collapsed onto the sofa. ‘Look,’ she gasped. ‘Look now, watch my orgasm.’

And sure enough it was as though an earth quake were happening just below the surface of her vulva. All the tiny muscles trembled and quaked and gripped. Her cunt hole spasmed and relaxed and spasmed again and again, pushing out its little rivulet of girly juices.

I tossed aside the drawing pad and pulled her to me, hands cupped beneath her bottom. I pulled her to me until I could lick and slurp and relish the taste of her. I used the advantage of my extra weight to hold her as she squirmed against me, making incoherent sounds as I nibbled at her clit and tugged at her labia with my lips. Then she spasmed again so violently that she tumbled onto the floor and I engulfed her. I slid up her body, kissing her beautiful breasts, nursing on her nipples, nipping the tender nape of her neck. I longed to explore every centimetre of her delicate strength. I ached to lick and touch and taste every inch of her translucent soft skin. I longed to drown myself in her female sea. As I slid up her body, her hand found its way between my legs and tweaked my clit and I came, rubbing my body against hers, wrapping myself around her kissing, tasting, fondling, caressing.

I don’t know what time it was when I threw together a fry-up between kisses and gropes and giggles in the kitchen. I’d never cooked naked before. I would have been embarrassed to do anything beyond bathe naked up until now, but Celia made me feel at home in my own skin. She touched me everywhere. No part of me was too embarrassing or too secret for her to love. We fed each other bacon and egg and chocolate éclairs I’d bought from one of the bakeries on Broad Street. We bathed again and made love again, this time in my bed.

It was long toward morning when I woke to find her missing. I grabbed for the robe, then changed my
mind and went looking for her naked. I found her in the lounge sitting on the floor looking through my sketch pads. ‘You know the sea,’ she said when I settled next to her, dropping a kiss onto her shoulder. ‘You feel it inside you like I do. I can tell.’ When she looked up at me there were tears in her eyes. ‘That’s
what drew me to you. That’s what I love about you. Most people don’t feel it that
way, and even if they did, they could never make anyone else feel it that way.’ She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. ‘You move me, Tess. You move me deeply.’ She kissed me and when she pulled 271away I looked down at the charcoal she had been admiring. It was the last drawing I’d done of the little harbor seal before the storm broke and we went our separate ways.             ‘I draw a lot of seals,’ I said. ‘They fascinate me, and they seem to be comfortable around me. I don’t know why. Sadly there aren’t a lot around here anymore, so it was a special treat to find this one, who let me draw her for two days.’

‘It’s lonely for them here now,’ she whispered. ‘This one surly appreciated your company.’ Then she lay the open pad aside and came into my arms, feeling tiny and delicate in my embrace.

 

 

 
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