Super Sexy F/F Excerpt from BELLA KEY by Scarlet Chastain!

bella-key1mMaddie sunk into the deep feathertop of the full sized guest bed. The rhythmic push and pull of the surf lulled her into a state between sleep and wakefulness. Slipping into an exquisite dream, she lay on a beach blanket, the sun beating down on her back as she grabbed a fistful of sand and let it slip from her fingers. Warm liquid drizzled along her shoulder blades and down her spine. Her muscles relaxed under strong but soft and delicate hands massaging the oily substance evenly over the planes of her back. Her nerve endings stood on end as she gathered her hair into one hand. The pads of fingertips circled the base of her exposed neck, before traveling over her shoulders. Maddie sighed as the same talented hands continued down her spine, applying pressure to her lower back and pushing her pelvis into the warm sand. Heat surrounded her mound while her bikini bottoms slid down inch by inch until the sun kissed the bare skin of her ass cheeks. She tried to pick her head up to discover the owner of such wonderful hands but her heavy head and eyelids wouldn’t cooperate. She gave up without a fight and settled in to enjoy the erotic massage. More oil drizzled over her newly exposed skin and her bottoms were swiftly whisked down her legs. Warm skin nudged her thighs apart while administering circular patterns over her ass. The hands were familiar but not large and calloused as those of most men she’d been with. They were delicate with smooth fingernails, which raked over her sensitized flesh. She moaned louder when those fingers slid down her ass to her desire-swollen nether lips.

“Please…yes…”

The words weren’t from her lips. Maddie held her breath. More muffled moans combined with the crashing surf put her body on alert. But she also recognized another sound – a softly grinding motor. Maddie sat up and perked her ears. Her heartbeat pounded in her chest as she realized Sunny’s breathy moans filled her ears.

“Mmm…yes…”

Maddie slid out of her bed and crept to the partially ajar door. The floorboards creaked and she froze. Sunny’s moans stopped for a moment before resuming with a flurry of audible breaths. Maddie’s curiosity got the best of her and she slinked into the hall, the call of Sunny’s passion beckoning her like a moth to a flame. The hallway was dark but a sliver of moonlight shining through Sunny’s door offered enough light for Maddie to view Sunny on her knees. One hand gripped a post of the headboard, the other held a pink device at the apex of her thighs. Maddie retreated a step as Sunny threw her head back. But she couldn’t return to her room. She couldn’t look away from Sunny’s raven hair caressing the crease where her hips met her smooth waist. Maddie yearned to trace her fingers along the woman’s curves. She leaned against the wall outside of the woman’s room and slid into a crouch. Cupping her panty-covered mound in her palm, she rubbed circles around her outer lips over the fabric in unison to Sunny’s moans. The purr of Sunny’s vibrator changed from a steady hum to quick short revs. Maddie bit her lower lip so as to not allow an audible moan to escape her lips, as she slid her hand inside her panties. She closed her eyes and imagined that Sunny’s moans and cries were coaxed by Maddie’s own touch instead of a powerful vibrator. Spreading her legs further apart, Maddie’s fingers mimicked the rhythm of Sunny’s device. Sunny’s grip on the headboard tightened and she called out Maddie’s name. For a fleeting moment, Maddie considered making her presence known. But instead she stayed in the shadows and her own climax soon followed. Shocked at what she witnessed and the arousing effects it had on her, she slowly crept to her room. It wasn’t her first experience getting aroused by another woman but it was the first time she was close to acting on her desire.

copyright © 2013 Scarlet Chastain

For more steamy, erotic encounters between Sunny and Maddie, check out Scarlet Chastain’s new book “Bella Key” available on www.ScarletChastain.com / Evernight Publishing / Amazon US / Amazon UK / AllRomance eBooks / BookStrand

DESCRIPTION:

Maddie Jacobs must be crazy. At least that’s what her mother thinks. Professionally, she’s confident and secure; personally, she’s a hot mess. Not even a marriage proposal from a man who adores her can quell her search for something more.

In need of an escape, Maddie flees to Key West’s most southern island, Bella Key, to rest and recharge at Casa Bonita. She almost gives up on weekend retreat when the Bed & Breakfast is closed for repairs until Sunny Rojas, the inn owner, extends an offer of friendship, sweet tea and a room. Still reeling from a breakup with her longtime partner, Sunny is thankful for the diversion from her own broken heart.

The arrival of a fierce storm forces the women’s emotional journey to a head and leads them into each other’s arms. But can Maddie throw her hangups to the wind and go with her heart? The magic of Bella Key teaches her that passion cannot be placed neatly into boxes labeled right and wrong, because love knows no boundaries.

AUTHOR BIO:

Scarlet Chastain is the semi-secret pseudonym of a multi-published, best selling author of sensual erotic romance. Scarlet’s focus is female-centric sizzling stories written about women, for women.

She lives in the suburban shadows of New York City but her heart belongs to the beaches of Key West. Scarlet can usually be found in her favorite chair of her newly acquired writing cave with her maltipoo, Coco.

Stalk Scarlet here:

Website: http://scarletchastain.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Scarlet-Chastain/524838890901873

Twitter: @scarletchastain

Email: scarletchastain@gmail.com

 

 

*** EXCLUSIVE *** Sexy Excerpt From “In The Office” by Alyssa Halford

In_the_Office_Cover “Can you hold my sweater for me?” she whispers. “It’s a bit warm in here.”

I hadn’t noticed the sweater. She arranges it on my lap. Then the penny drops.

“There,” she says. “Comfortable?”

“Very,” I whisper back. Am I reading this right? There is no other way. I can feel my heart start to pound as I see her slim hand slide under the covering.

“Allow me,” she whispers. She finds my zipper and tugs. I look around quickly to see if anyone has heard but all eyes and ears are focussed on the front.  Some bullshit presentation about avoiding your “triggers”. Too late for me. I help her as discreetly as I can, pulling up on the fly so she can unzip me. Jeans open, warm hand and long fingers reach into my boxer briefs and expertly circle my cock. She moves a bit to adjust her arm’s angle then squeezes. Squeezes oh-so-gently, and then waits. I don’t take my eyes from the screen.

And it begins, the tortuous grasp, her beautiful hand on my shaft stroking up and down slowly, achingly. Up to the head to rub and press just the right spot, then a quick subtle twist and back down. Her hand is lotioned with something floral and tantalizing. Not overpowering, just right. My cock is standing full at attention now and aching to be free of my jeans. There is no way we can do that, I realize. I glance quickly out the corner of my eye and see a soft smile on her beautiful face. She turns slightly to wink quickly before looking back to the screen. A dimple. A dimple in her beautiful face tells me she’s enjoying this. She crosses her legs and closes her eyes a moment. Oh yes, she’s enjoying this too. God I can’t wait to fuck her.

Her hand works faster, bringing me close to my breaking point. Up, down, twist, pressure under the tip of the head. She can’t reach inside my pants more so I can only imagine what it would be like to have her hand have free rein over my cock and balls. Pulling, squeezing, agonizing fluid motions, no hesitation as she works my dick and balls til I come all over her tits. Or ass. Anywhere.

alyssa_halford-CUBEAbout the Author: Alyssa Halford

A male-focused author.  Women may enjoy too, of course; but it seems men prefer.

I write erotica and romance, including light BDSM, public sex, and casual encounters. I do not write hardcore BDSM or torture. I err on the side of Eros, not Thanatos.

I’m a big fan of HEA and HFN, whenever I do write romance.

In my spare time I suffer greatly as an actuary, but manage to find time to take long hot bubble baths with my sexy, nubile girlfriends. We giggle, kiss, paddle each other’s bums and then I write about it.

I like koalas.

Facebook:    https://www.facebook.com/pages/Alyssa-Halford-Author

Twitter:      @AlyssaHalford

Site:    http://www.alyssahalford.com

Buy Links: http://www.alyssahalford.com/shoppe.html

SEEKING: Writers, Sex Educators and Sex-Positive Activists

319622_395881883824774_827108349_nI’m looking for Sex Educators, Sex-Positive Activists and Erotica writers to submit articles and stories for Smut For Smarties (www.SmutForSmarties.com).

Sex Educators/Sex-Positive Activists:

I’m looking for diverse subjects that teach in a fun, witty (if appropriate) and smart way. Feminist and body-positive issues a plus. You can cover everything from the female condom to modern cultural sexual mores to out-dated sex laws and beyond.

 Writers:

It has to be well-written, smart smut that is above all … HOT!

No pay, but your work will be promoted on the Lady Cheeky Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook and stories could end up in a future e-book compilation!

Email submissions in the body of an email to: submit@ladycheeky.com

THANK YOU! xoxLC

Not Opposed or Entirely Different

tumblr_mbs1lrASQV1qdartlo1_500by Lady Cheeky

Just because I am open does not mean I let everyone in

Just because I let you in doesn’t mean I do it for everyone

Just because you get a second chance doesn’t mean you’ll get a third

Just because I have some hard edges doesn’t mean I’m not soft
Just because I flirt with you does not mean we will fuck

Just because I enjoy sex does not mean I want to have it now

Just because I express my sexual self does not mean that I am taking numbers

Just because I believe every woman should enjoy her body does not mean it’s an invitation for you to

Just because I want to be wooed does not mean I am high-maintenance

Just because I sleep with you does not mean I will accept less than I should

Just because I want you to fuck me does not mean you can’t be a gentleman

Just because I take charge does not mean I don’t want you to

Just because I want to be treated as a whole person does not mean I don’t like you

Just because I want to be acknowledged for my other charms does not mean I don’t want you inside me

Just because I accept you between my legs does not mean I am “easy”

Just because I’m attracted to you does not mean you can be lazy

Just because I am a feminist does not mean I don’t appreciate chivalry

Just because I talk dirty does not mean I don’t like tenderness

Just because I call you does not mean you can come over

Just because I am pretty does not mean I don’t want to hear it from you

Just because I am confident does not mean I don’t worry you won’t like me naked

Just because I am smart does not mean I won’t say stupid things

Just because I am horny does not mean I don’t want to be held

Just because I speak freely doesn’t mean I give it freely

Just because I am a woman does not mean I don’t want it like a man
Just because I want you does not mean you don’t have to try

Just because I mean this now does not mean I won’t mean it later

Just because I stand up for myself does not mean it’s not scary

Just because I like you does not mean I’ll settle

Just because …

 

 

Re-Union

By biggirl4bigfun

We’re standing in front of his garage kissing like we’ve done many times before over the decades. It isn’t always here; we’ve made out in front of hotels, schools and libraries. But it’s familiar—his touch, his taste and I feel him starting to relent—to giving up his fight against our eventual coupling. This is the preliminary stand-off.  We’ve been having these skirmishes since college. Because we aren’t a couple any longer, he thinks it’s ultimately wrong and I believe it’s forever right.

But I’m tired of always having to do the seduction. When we first got together, he went crazy with lust and I would use sex as a reward. I didn’t have to have it, so I could tease him relentlessly. Now I need sex and will do anything to get it from him, even if means dirty fighting like making sure he feels my rigid nipples as I accidently brush against him.

I have a mostly platonic relationship with the man I live with. He gave me permission to sleep with whomever I wanted outside the relationship as long as I never left him. We made this agreement a long time ago. I sense that he would like it to be null and void. But I need my every-so-often reunion sex with my college boyfriend and I don’t want to feel guilty about it.

It’s the fact that my ex fights it every time that makes me so wet.  I make him powerless and I love that. I want to have one of those same tryst next year things and in the moment, pressed up against me, he does too.

We continue to kiss and touch there in the driveway. I can tell he is losing his desire to fight me and his lust is growing as his cock. I’m winning this battle of the flesh. Soon he will give up and let himself surrender to our mutual passion. He always does. The time he spends holding me off though is time we could be spending getting off.

During one of our reunions he tried to be adamant that we would not have sex and yet every night we ended up in bed together. He fucked me thoroughly but would not kiss me on the lips. To not get hurt by his actions, I fantasized that he was the manwhore and I was his Jane. It was his way of paying me back for being so stingy with my body earlier in our relationship and it made him feel (falsely) as if he had any control over our hunger for each other.

His cock is huge, beautiful and always wants me. I need to feel it inside me. I’m happy that most women do not know by looking at him about his cock or he would be too busy to reconnect with his old girlfriend. Not only does he have an amazing penis, he’s a genius at using it. What do they say about people who aren’t obviously hot? They try harder. And he gets even harder as he’s trying.

“We don’t have to have sex,” I lie. But our bodies came to an agreement long before now and there’s no stopping. We’ve got to get somewhere or we are going to be fucking in front of the house.

We miraculously make it into the overstuffed garage fully clothed.  He slams me up against the washer and starts to touch my breasts, my face as his hand creeps down my pants. How can a disgusting garage be so erotic? Pulling out his oversized cock, he demands I suck it. I fall to my knees hoping to avoid a grease spot on the floor and take his almost hard dick into my mouth.

“You are my dirty girl” he growls.  Yes, yes I am. Always.

It’s a good thing I’ve had practice sucking his cock because of its length and girth. Blowing him is not for the novice cock sucker. I can’t even get the whole thing in at once. I start by putting as much of the shaft in my mouth as I can. One of my hands is holding on to the base, the other is flat against his pelvis for balance. I lick the tip of his cock with quick jabs and then start to suck hard. Already in ecstasy he starts to furiously fuck my mouth. My moaning causes vibrations to bounce off his massive erection. He just gets more and more aroused.

I don’t care what happens in the future—this cock is mine and always will be. Normally I don’t enjoy cum but with him, I wish I could be bathed in it. I want him to coat my throat with his cum; I want to be baptized as his.

I remember our first movie date. As we sat in the darkened theatre he traced circles in the palm of my hand. Nothing has ever turned me on as much as that. It was the smallest of actions but so effective. He knows what works with me—a benefit of our on-going

connection.

He’s about to cum but I’m going to need more and I don’t want it to be bent over some old boxes marked “dishware.” We sneak into the house, careful to avoid his sister who is packing up her old bedroom. I feel like a teenager and that just makes it hotter.

He’s fast as he lays me down on the bed with my cunt hanging over the edge. He pushes my panties to the side, pulls out his hard cock and plunges in me. That first thrust is always the best. My pussy seems to mold itself around his shaft. We are the perfect fit.  I’m wet, he’s stiff and it feels amazing. He is going at it fast and hard. His kisses cover my mouth and his hands grab my breasts, pulling at them. His attention is on every part of my body; every piece of flesh and every part of my spirit too.

Although I’m older and heavier, when I’m with him, I feel young. Our sexual chemistry is like a time machine, taking us back to the time where there was no recovery time needed and we could fuck six times a day. We were both beautiful and we are both beautiful now.

I’m just about to climax, when he turns me over and he fucks me doggie style. His hand is placed right where my neck meets my back, steadying himself as he continues to go in and out with that gigantic cock. I feel his sweat dripping on my back.

I start to cum but he gives me no time to recover. He has more to do. I’m flipped back on my back and I whisper “force me.” He understands immediately and pins my hands over my head with one hand, pries my legs apart with his leg, rips at the now dripping panties with his free hand and almost impales me with his huge erection. I nearly lose consciousness, it’s that intense.

We are joined, cunt to cock, hand to hand and heart to heart. In this moment our physical union is enough. As he starts to cum, he shouts my name, admitting his defeat; game, set and snatch.

You are my dirty girl. Yes, always but next time you do the seducing.

Big Girl 4 Big Fun is the author of the blog Tales From a Former Fat Slut .