The first person to e-mail me at s.salaciousdesires@gmail.com with a tiny tidbit as to why you consider yourself “lustful” will win a free copy of Secret Thoughts: Lustful (in PDF format).
Please include “Secret Thoughts: Lustful” in the subject line.
I look forward to hearing from you!
“Secret Thoughts: Lustful” by Anthology
Genre: Erotica
ISBN: 1-59998-840-2
Length: Novella
Price: 3.50
Genre: Erotica
Publication Date: December 7, 2007
Cover art by Scott Carpenter
Go ahead. Indulge in a forbidden fantasy. You know you want to.
What’s your pleasure? Kink? A lusty encounter with a stranger? Two strangers? How about man on man—while you watch?
Five of Samhain’s hottest erotica authors draw back the curtain on your deepest, lustiest, most secret forbidden fantasies. Slow and sensuous. Or hot and hard. The pleasure’s all yours. Go on. Step through the curtain. You know you want to.
Warning: This title contains explicit sex, graphic language, sex in public places, ménage a troi, hot nekkid man love, and BDSM.
Contributing authors: Beth Williamson, Laura Bacchi, Sasha White, S. Desires, J.J. Massa
It’s been three long months since I’ve touched you, kissed you, tasted you, felt you inside me, yet, when I close my eyes I can still…
See you, above me, your brilliant blue eyes holding me captive as you brazenly settle yourself between my parted thighs.
Feel you, your skin pressing against mine as our bodies merge, your gorgeous cock, hot and impossibly hard, entering me, filling me. Completely.
Hear you, the slight change in your breathing and the arousing little sounds you make when pleasure begins to overtake you.
Taste you, your kisses on my lips, the sweet saltiness of your skin and the taste of your come on my tongue.
Smell you, the unique smell that is solely yours, your sweat as our bodies glide together and your breath as it flutters against my lips and skin.
And when I open my eyes, I long for you.
In honor of the delectable anthology that’s being released January 30th, I’m hanging out at Sexy Sasha’s today. So come on by and tell us hello.
Because this collection is so diverse, we want to give you readers a good idea of what you’ll be getting. Please, drop by Sasha White’s Blog and meet the authors!
Starting today…For the next 2 weeks, there will be an introduction, and a small teaser from each author involved in the collection, posted on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.
Wednesday January 17th Meet new author S.Desires…and see what she has to offer!
Friday January 19th ~ Laura Bacchi
Monday January 22nd ~ Beth Williamson
Wednesday January 24th ~ Nix Winter
Friday January 26th ~ JJ Massa
Monday January 29th ~ Sasha White
Watch, transfixed, as your fingers brush across the satiny smooth skin of your cock, your palm pressing and your fingers wrapping, one by one, around your rigid length.
Watch, enraptured, as your thumb moves back up to softly skim over the glistening bead of precome at the very tip before moving back down to trace the line of your cock.
Watch, tantalized, as your fingers flex and tighten around the straining flesh, enveloping your cock in a heady grip, your hand beginning to leisurely piston.
Watch, bewitched, as your cock glides agilely against palm and fingers in an intimate dance, your grip tightening with every slippery smooth stroke of palm against cock.
Watch, seduced, as rapture begins to overtake you, soft and sweet, your body tensing and your eyes, brilliantly blue, awash with uninhibited ecstasy.
Watch, unabashedly aroused, as your pleasure hits its crescendo and your come begins to jet out in thick steady streams, covering your hand, your chest, your belly.
I want to watch you.
Author’s Note: Reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated, I’m not dead, no, my friends, I am, in fact, alive and kicking, well, not literally, kicking that is, but something like that. I still haven’t been able to envoke the flighty spirit that is my muse, but I feel her stirring so it’s only a matter of time before I have her back exactly where I want her, but in the mean time, here’s a little something from the delectably sexy and emphatically talented Sasha White.
I’ve recruited SD to write for my eZine, Secret Thoughts, but I’m not sure if I’ve ever told her that her writing reminds me of my own. Because I love her, and her writing, I wanted to share this small piece that I wrote when I was first starting out.
Grass, soft and dewy, tickle the bottoms of my feet as I run my toes through it, enjoying the feel of it against my bare skin, and wispy sheets of rain feather lightly against my exposed flesh; chilling me. But you’re there, lying next to me, and the heat radiating off your body chases away the chill before it has a chance to set in. Your hand rests gently against my belly while you idly circle my naval with the very tips of your fingers, and I sigh at the joy your distracted touch brings me.
My gaze is fixed on the pale moon, who’s soft light is intensified by the millions of glittering stars helping her illuminate the inky sky over head. But I close my eyes to all that brilliant light when I feel your hand begin to wander lower. Remnants of twinkling stars are like silhouettes against my closed lids, and I sigh softly as your hand slips between my thighs, your fingers moving through the satiny folds of my pussy to find me wet and ready. For you. Always you.
I feel your body shift until the warmth of your tummy is resting comfortably against my side, and your other hand brushes over my cheek softly, your fingers stretching up to trace the curve of my eyebrow. Tenderly. Sweetly.
Those magical fingers of yours that are shamelessly teasing the aching flesh between my legs begin to skim lower, and I part my thighs wider in invitation. Your hand curves over me, your palm pressing insistently against my clit while your fingers slide inside me and I arch up into your touch. You press your palm harder against my clit and push my hips back down as your fingers slide deeper inside me, curving in to rub against the soft slippery flesh inside me. Euphoria. I want you. Every part of me is screaming for you.
My eyes flutter open, searching, and there you are above me, the light of the moon dancing unabashedly around you. It’s somewhat ethereal. Brilliant. Beautiful. Your own eyes move over me, watching your fingers as they continue to trace the lines of my face.
The hand between my legs never falters, your fingers never losing their rhythm, your palm never losing it’s tenure. You know what you’re doing to me–mind, body, soul–and you won’t stop until I‘m on the precipice of madness, immersed in pleasure. And I will be, there is no other choice.
My clit is beating a steady tattoo in time with my heart and the friction of your palm against the sensitive flesh there has a fire burning low in my belly. I’m going to come, it’s only a matter of time.
I reach for you, my hands framing your face and pull you down until your mouth is flush with mine. I need you to kiss me. I need to feel your tongue sliding against mine when my body surrenders itself to you. And you do. Your lips press against mine, your tongue parting them to slip inside and tangle with mine. Resplendent.
And it’s there, that soft, sweet pull at the center of my core, it beckons me and I can not deny it. I can not deny you. I look up, our eyes meeting and I can’t help but drown in the beautiful sea of blue that envelops me. I bring my thighs together, closing them around your hand and trap your fingers inside me as I wantonly give myself over to the pleasure you’ve invoked within me.
About a week ago the delectable sexy Sasha did a post on “Secret Fantasies” (for purely educational purposes I’m sure–*wink*) and since mine was a bit different than my “typical” fantasies that I post here, I decided to send it to her privately, but then the equally delectable Beth insinuated that I, SD, am a tease for not sharing. A tease? Moi? Surely she jests, right? LOL.
Well, since Beth did in fact buck up and share a couple of her “Secret Fantasies” (as well as a HOT scene from, ‘The Outlaws Virgin’, one of her scrumptious tales), I figure it’s only fair that I do the same…
So without further ado, the “Secret Fantasy” that makes my blood pressure spike, my heartbeat flutter and my pussy ache deliciously (what a fantastic combo–sigh)…
I want him to fuck you. I want to see your eyes, the sharp blue of yours blending into the soft green of mine, as he slides into you, seconds after you’ve slid into me. From me to you to him–joined, like the pieces of some haphazard jigsaw puzzle.
I want to press my knees into your hips and hold you inside me, knowing that every push and pull of your cock within my body is controlled by the rhythm of his thrusts within yours.
I want to feel his fingers slide over and around my knees, holding them steady against your hips, but that’s all I want from him. I don’t need his touch, only yours–your hands, your mouth, your cock manipulating my body as he manipulates yours.
I want to feel your pleasure, absorb it as if it were my own, from him to you to me, and when he makes you come inside me, I want you to lean into me and bury your face in my neck. And with your forehead pressed against my neck, your breath fluttering against my collar bone and your cock pulsing inside me, your pleasure will spark my own and then his until we’re nothing more than a white hot ball of sensations shamelessly unraveling until there is nothing left but mindless pleasure.
To softly rub my cheeks and my chin and my lips against the velvety skin of your cock. So hot and so impossibly hard. Knowing that when I do, I won’t be able to stop my hands from coming up to wrap around all that hot, hard, velvety skin. Loving you. Learning you. Knowing you.
To lightly run my fingers from base to tip, stopping to trace the tiny eye with the very tip of my finger before moving back down, transfixed by the rhythmic beat of your cock as my fingers move over your skin. Knowing that when I do, I won’t be able to stop myself from leaning into you, my tongue stretching out to trace the pattern my fingers just made.
To slide my tongue unabashedly up, down, over and around the rigid length of your cock in long wide strokes, soft feathery caresses, light teasing flicks, feeling the beat of your pulse; a steady tattoo against my tongue. Knowing that when I do, I won’t be able to stop my hand from slipping in between my own thighs to press wantonly against my aching pussy.
To take you, inch by divine inch, into my mouth until I can take no more. Filled. Completely. Joined. Intimately. Your cock blending into my mouth until it is impossible to tell where I begin and you end. Connected. Knowing that when I do, I won’t have the will to stop my own fingers from pressing deep inside myself.
To wrap my hand tightly around the base of your shaft while I continue to make love to you with my mouth, waiting, longing, needing you to come apart, to come. For me. Knowing that when you do, my own surrender of self–mind, body, soul–will begin… powerful, raw, uninhibited and pure, solidifying the bond of love and trust, lust and passion, want and need which connects us.
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