Redolence.

The lingering scent of melted wax teases my nostrils. That scent, faint and flowery, elicits a soft clutch deep in my core as the memory of how that scent came to linger dances merrily along the edges of my psyche.

Bent, naked and vulnerable, over the edge of the bed with my arms extended outward and my hands hastily bound by the soft cotton of his t-shirt my body quivers with anticipation. He leans into me, the fronts of his thighs pressing against the back of mine and I feel his cock–so hot, so hard–slip teasingly through the soft, slick folds of my pussy. My breasts rub sinuously against the crisp cool sheets as he presses me further into the mattress and my nipples harden to diamond points.

He leans in closer, his breath fanning my neck and whispers, “Ready?”

I know what he wants to do, I can see the candles spread out around the room, their light flickering as wildly as the pulse between my thighs, and I want it.

“Yes.”

He reaches over and I watch as his big hand wraps around the squat jar of one of those pretty flickering lights. The thick pliable liquid shifts as he moves to bring it closer and I softly moan. I know what’s coming.

His free hand finds its way to my hip and his fingers press into my flesh as he roughly pulls up, lifting my hips higher.

“Now?”

God, yes.

“Now.”

The droplet of hot liquid luster sizzles against my skin just as his cock surges forward, pressing deep in to me and my body shivers involuntarily at the heady mix of sensations.

My mind is a mindless mess of sensation lapping over sensation and I can’t help but whimper, “Oh, fuck.”

“You like that?”

“Fuck, yes!”

Another drop, another thrust and my back bows, my shoulders arching up as I thrust my hips back, pressing my ass more insistently against him.

“Fuck. Please. More. Harder.”

And so it goes–drop, thrust, drop, thrust–over and over in an enigmatic melee of pleasure and pain that leaves my mind spinning and my body trembling. I can’t take much more. Just one more thrust and…

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

And I do. My whole body tenses and jerks as the orgasm rockets through me from tip to toe and my pussy, a hot wet velvet fist wraps around his cock, milking him to completion.

The scent is faint now, it’s once potent presence fading but like the afterglow of our love making, I can still smell it and its aura comforts me.

Secret Thoughts: Print Edition

Secret Thoughts: EROTIQUE and LUSTFUL have been combined to make one print collection. It will be released on October 28, 2008, and it’s Available for Pre-Order Now!

Domination or submission? Menage a trois or man on man? What about voyeurism? A tease? A taste? Sink your teeth into this collection of erotica short stories from five top erotic storytellers.

Everyone has them. Those Secret Thoughts that bring forth your hottest dreams and desires. The ones you dont share, the ones that make your heart pound and your blood heat. What’s your pleasure? Kink? A lusty encounter with a stranger? Two strangers? How about man on man while you watch?

These authors draw back the curtain on your deepest, lustiest, most secret forbidden fantasies. Slow and sensuous. Or hot and hard. The pleasures all yours. Go on. Step through the curtain. You know you want to.

Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, D/s, light bondage, menage a trois, hot nekkid man-love from the naughty minds of Sasha White, Beth Williamson, JJ Massa, Laura Bacchi, S. Desires.

Are you “Lustful”?

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!

Support the Arts!

“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

And it’s out…

But first, for your viewing pleasure, some yummy teasers. Enjoy!

So go on and get it!

Yen.

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.

Secret Thoughts: Erotique.

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

I want to watch you…

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.

Decadence.

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.

“Fans of 9H Weeks will get a delicious thrill from this kinky, titillating tale of dominance and submission, loss of inhibitions and discovery of new experiences. The quirky supporting characters and intriguing casino workplace are the cherry on top of this sinful, decadent delight.”

~ Romantic Times Book Reviews on BOUND

BOUND by Sasha White

When I started writing erotica, it was with short stories. After two years of short story writing I tried novellas, and this past month my very first full length novel, BOUND, was released. YAY! There were definitely times when I wondered if I’d bitten off more than I could chew, but I kept at it. And reading blogs like Salacious Desires kept me motivated.

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.

He is coming to give me my birthday present. He enters my place, locks the door behind him and walks to the living room where I am waiting. He doesn’t greet me with hugs or kisses…just the words. “On your knees”.

I drop to my knees and he removes his pants. I start by touching, licking and nibbling around his cock. Then I take it into my mouth and start to suck. He lets me do it my way for a while. His hands stroking my hair softly. Then his fingers tangle in my hair and he starts to thrust into my mouth. Fucking me. Telling me how much he’s missed my mouth, and me. He uses my mouth and pulls out to come on my neck and chest.

Now, comes time for my present. He knows how much I’ve wanted lots of attention, and how patient I’ve been. He blindfolds me, strips me, restrains my hands and begins to tease. Playing with my body, stroking me, pinching my nipples fondling my breasts. He thinks I’ve been a bad girl. The way I love to suck cock deserves punishment so he bends me over and spanks me for being the slut I am. I take it. I’ll take whatever he wants to give.

Because I take it, he teases me some more. He starts to insert things into my pussy as he spanks me. A dildo, and occasionally thrusts it in and out.

Then, spanking over he lays me out and starts to work on me. I am his plaything. Whatever he wants. Plays with my nipples, my pussy, my ass. He reaches for more toys that are nearby and starts to use them on me…vibrating egg on my clit with his cock thrust in and out of my pussy and I come…but it’s not enough for either of us…I’m his. He turns me over again and fucks me from behind…while he’s fucking me he slips a finger into my ass and fucks me with it in time with his cock until we both come.

Then he hugs me and I know I can be me with him…

– Sasha White

Resplendence.

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.