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.

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.

Divulgence

I’m not generally a submissive person by nature nor would I call myself dominant, I like a bit of both from time to time, but truth be told, I’m all about equality in the bedroom.

But something about the way you said it, “I want you to suck my cock“, so simple and straightforward, no pretenses, just a clear and concise divulgence of your wants, had my submissive streak all aflutter.

You’d just been inside me, making love to me and your gorgeous cock was hot and impossibly hard, glistening proudly with my desire for you, and in that moment (and every moment I’ve imagined it since), I wanted nothing more than to do as you asked.

I wanted to suck your cock. I needed to suck your cock. And I’m not ashamed to say, if you’d have changed your mind, I would have begged for you to give me the pleasure of feeling you in my mouth.

So, perched on the edge of the couch, I took you into my mouth, and with the taste of myself shamelessly melding with the unique taste that is yours teasing my tongue, I did as you asked.

Beauty Defined.

Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart — Kahlil Gibran

And, you, my unabashedly sexy lazy geisha, are indeed beautiful!

Congrats on making it past the year mark! It was a wonderful (and crazy) year, and one I wouldn’t change a second of.

I love you, gorgeous. Now. Always.

An open letter to my lover…

Alone in another crowded airport in another foreign city silently cursing the gods of air for the dratted mechanical failure that kept me from you.

God, so close, an hour by air, that’s all that separated us.

So, I sat and I waited and I cursed some more as I softly rubbed my tummy to help calm the butterflies working overtime in there, fluttering their wings in wild abandon, and I had to laugh at myself for allowing that silly bout of nerves to creep in on me. And I can not lie, I was nervous, but the nerves were such a secondary sensation to the intense need I had to see you–your face, a face that’s graced my dreams for more than a year and your eyes, those gorgeous blue eyes that forever hold me captive in sleep.

When they finally called my flight, two hours after it was originally scheduled to depart, those butterflies in my tummy ceased their fluttering because they, like I, knew that in just over an hour, I’d finally meet the man of my dreams.

That sounds fanciful, I know, but you’ve known me long enough to know that I’m a hopeless romantic at heart.

The last leg of my journey to you (and a long journey it was) was rather serene, the plane went up just high enough to oddly accentuate all the fascinating intricacies of the land below, and oh, what a sight it was. The Bay was breathtaking, it was all breathtaking, like a dazzling painting of uninhibited beauty I’ll remember for the rest of my life.

And that was nothing compared to the feelings that washed through me when I walked through the door of that tiny airport hauling my sons silly Batman backpack and saw you standing there waiting for me.

You smiled at me and when I was close enough to touch, you hugged me and god, it felt so wonderful. It wasn’t awkward as I feared it would be, there wasn’t that shyness I expected to feel, it just felt lovely.

And though I didn’t say it then, the way you looked at me while we waited for the rest of my luggage made me feel beautiful. And when I asked you, “What?” (as I did a million times during our week together ) and you said, “I’m just looking at you, you’re rather lovely to look at.” I got all soft and warm inside and at that moment, I wanted so very badly to kiss you right there in front of everyone while we waited for my luggage. Why I didn’t will forever remain a mystery.

The ride to the hotel was somewhat surreal, there you were next to me, all I had to do was reach out and I could feel the warmth of your skin against mine. And your voice, hearing it resonate through the car as we chatted was amazing and wonderful.

Oh, baby, I can’t explain how incredibly delightful it was for me to just be there with you, to be able to look at you and talk to you and touch you–there are no words.

In the week we spent together, we made a lot of beautiful memories, but one of the loveliest for me was the hour or so we spent with each other right after we checked into the hotel.

We didn’t make love, not then, we talked and we touched and we kissed and we teased, but our clothes never came off. And yet, if we’d have continued to lay there exploring each other for just a tiny bit longer I’d have come from nothing more than the sheer pleasure of having your hands on my body and mine on yours, of feeling your lips against my lips and your breath on my skin, of hearing your voice ring in my ears and watching your eyes move over my body. I have never felt so in touch with myself or my body as I did in that glorious stretch of time I spent lying there with you. It was incredibly beautiful, my love, and a moment in time that I will treasure for as long as I draw breath.

By the time we made it back to the room that night I wanted you so badly I could barely think straight. If I’d been thinking straight I would have joined you in the shower instead of lying there alone on the bed thoroughly preoccupied with the intense need I had to feel you inside me.

We’d briefly talked before about how the first time with a new lover can be a bit awkward and fumbly, but from where I was laying, ours was neither of those things, quite the contrary, it was (pardon my language) fucking incredible. You are incredible.

There was more talking and touching and kissing and teasing. Mmm. The slow removal of clothing as our hands moved over each other, becoming intimately familiar with the others body.

And then the unfathomable pleasure of finally being able to take you into my mouth, to feel the hot, hard, velvety smooth skin of your cock against my tongue. Bliss. You have a gorgeous cock, my love, and because you have no qualms being vocal about what you like, I could’ve happily spent hours pleasuring you with nothing but my mouth.

And the thrill of watching you dip your head down to ease your face between my parted thighs, feeling your hair brush against the sensitive skin of my thighs and your breath flutter across my aching cunt just before you leaned in to taste me. Ecstasy.

And, god, feeling your body rub and press against mine as you slid up to settle between my thighs, your cock gliding through the slippery wetness emanating from my body as you leaned down to kiss me was sublime.

And then you were inside me and I lost myself in you.

For me, it was far more than sex we shared during our time together, but I’m thinking you already know that, and to write it all out would make this post longer than it needs to be. So, I’ll simply say, when I got on that plane bright and early on a Wednesday morning, I was already in love with you, but not even I, the hopeless romantic, could’ve predicted how much my love for you would mature and grow in the short week we had together.

My darling, I love you more now than I did then and less than I will tomorrow. And as a wise man once told me (and if I remember correctly, it happened to be while I was snuggled up in his arms), we can’t predict what the future holds for us, but we have each other now and that is what matters.

Yours,
SD

SD must bid you all adieu…

But, never fear, ’tis only for a short while.

In the meantime, the intellectually stimulating, infinitely talented and delectably sexy Sasha White will be governing my home for the next couple weeks and I have no doubt you’ll enjoy her, I do. And Sasha, my sweet, thank you for not only house sitting for me, but for being a kick ass friend as well. You rock, sweetheart!

Well, I must go, it’s almost time for me to take that walk and I have a million things to do first.

‘Til we meet again…

Oh, how time flies…

When I started “Salacious Desires”–a year ago this month, can you believe that? Time sure flies when you’re having fun (and well, even when you’re not)–my reasons were vast, my intentions were good and my situation was, for lack of a better phrase, complexly simple. And for the most part, it still is. Sure, there have been changes–some good, some bad–in me, in my life, in my marriage–pretty much everywhere–and if I’m being honest, I’m not sorry for any of those changes, even the ones that hurt my heart. Why? Because life, while fascinating and wonderful, isn’t all starlight and moonbeams and it certainly isn’t a walk in the park, it’s tragic and blissful and somber and playful and dispiriting and thrilling–it’s a roller coaster of emotions I want to ride again and again and again, so how can I be sorry for taking that ride, even when it hurts? I can‘t.

But as “Salacious Desires” moves out of its first year and into its second, I don’t want to talk about the changes–good or bad–this year has brought me because some are entirely too personal to recount here and some I’ve already brought to light. So instead of hashing and rehashing all the changes, discoveries, memories and milestones that have occurred in my life since I started this blog, I’ve decided to do something a bit different.

So to commemorate the birth of “Salacious Desires”, I give you 50 things (in no particular order, meaning, I‘m all over the place, but that‘s me–scatterbrained) about SD that you probably don’t know and more than likely could have gone the rest of your life without knowing.

Enjoy.

~*~

1. I was born under the astrological sign Leo–a fixed, fire sign ruled by the sun. I can, in typical Leo fashion, be very stubborn, ridiculously lazy, overly dramatic and insufferably arrogant. But I can be warm, gentle, loving and loyal too.

2. I share my birthday with Percy Bysshe Shelley, who wrote “Love’s Philosophy”, one of my favorite poems.

3. The year? Well, I’m not sharing, a girl’s gotta have some secrets, yes? But I imagine I’m either younger or older than you think. Anyone care to guess?

4. Because there’s some slight confusion as to my “status”, I am still married, but we are and have been separated for quite some time.

5. And yes, my husband knows about my relationship with Dane–there are no secrets, lies or deception between any of us.

6. I have one child of the male species, who happens to be the love of my life. And though, when I was younger, I wanted a whole houseful of happy little children, I do believe I’ve changed my mind.

7. I hate the sun, but I love the beach, hence the reason I typically only go there at night. Besides, it’s so much more enchanting to gaze at the stars twinkling overhead as the heady scent of the ocean intoxicates me and the soft, almost sultry sound of the surf kisses the shore. Sigh.

8. I have an odd affection for wind chimes, which makes absolutely no sense because in the middle of the night, when they get to chiming madly, they keep me awake. But no matter, I think they’re beautiful.

9. I love sunflowers, lots and lots of sunflowers. And lilies. And purple roses.

10. I love to read all kinds of things, but I’m a sucker for a good romance or a nail biting murder mystery.

11. I don’t do mornings. Seriously. I detest them–the birds chirping, the sun slipping through the slats on the curtains, blah, blah, blah… Ugh. No thanks.

12. My favorite color is emerald green, but baby blue does it for me too.

13. And I don’t particularly look good in either of those colors, earth tones are more my style.

14. I’m blonde–everywhere, from top to bottom.

15. And I love it because when I get lazy (which is often) and neglect to shave my legs, no ones the wiser.

16. I’m addicted to coffee–I can’t live without it.

17. I can’t cook.

18. But I can bake with the best of them. Anybody want some cookies? Or perhaps you’d like some brownies? A cake? No problem.

19. I lost my virginity in the front seat of a Buick Century when I was a naïve 16 year old girl and it was the messiest, most awkward, anticlimactic experience of my life.

20. I stayed with my 1st lover until I was 18 and the poor boy never did figure out how to make me come, not for lack of trying though.

21. Nor did my 2nd, 3rd, 5th and 6th lovers. No orgasms for SD (well, none that weren’t self-induced). Sucked to be me.

22. My 4th lover (who happens to be the man I ended up marrying) is, to date, the only man who has been able to physically make me come.

(Pop Quiz: Let’s see who was paying attention… How many lovers (of the male species) has SD had?)

23. But Dane, my love, has made me come (soft, hard, intense, toe curling, sheet grabbing, hip arching orgasms) countless times and he’s yet to physically touch me. Sigh. The mind can be a powerful thing.

24. I have been intimate with a woman, only once, but it was one of the most sensual sexual experiences I’ve had. I absolutely must do it again sometime and I know just the woman I’d love to help me out with that.

25. I’ve never had a threesome of any kind (not in reality anyway), and mores the pity on that because it looks like it’d be great fun.

26. But I did graciously lend my mouth to this lovely lady who thought it’d be a cool idea if we simultaneously blew her boyfriend. And that was great fun.

27. I love being taken from behind, it’s one of my favorite positions, and for reasons that elude me, it seriously turns me on if you (lightly) spank me while you‘re doing it.

28. I have a slightly odd penchant for hot candle wax too. I dunno?

29. I’m short, annoyingly so.

30. My eyes are hazel, but they tend to stay more towards the green side of the color spectrum.

31. I love my feet, seriously, I do. They’re tiny and cute and look great in flip flops or sandals or nothing.

32. And I absolutely love having my toes sucked (don’t ask, I have no clue).

33. Oh, and having my hair pulled, but not hard–softly, gently… yes, just like that. Mmm.

34. I have a filthy, nasty, dirty mouth and while I know it’s not ladylike, I don’t particularly care.

35. I’m somewhat boisterous during sex, but I’m not a talker more of a moaner.

36. I love to sing, but since I can’t sing without damaging peoples sensitive ears, I typically keep it to showers and solo car rides.

37. I cry noisy, loud and often, it’s a wonderful stress reliever.

38. My taste in music is wide and varied, but lately I’ve been stuck on these sappy, overly sentimental love songs.

39. And this would be because as jaded as I like to insinuate I am, I’m really just a hopeless romantic.

40. I’m more than a little obsessed with greeting cards–I love the damn things. I popped into Hallmark last weekend to pick up a card for my mom, my sister and Dane’s wife and what should have been a simple, fairly quick card run turned into and hour and a half of “Oohing and Aahing” over a bunch of sappy cards.

41. And bookmarks too. I have so many bookmarks, I could open up my own damn store, but it’s not my fault really, I mean, if they wouldn’t make the silly things so bloody cute, I wouldn’t be tempted to buy them.

42. I adore glittery things–lip gloss, body lotion, shower gel, body spray, the list goes on…

43. I hate (hate, hate, hate) beer, but I love (love, love, love) mixed drinks (particularly Midori Sours). YUM.

44. And since I can’t hold my alcohol for shit, I get a bit lax with my inhibitions and my mouth when I’ve had more than a couple drinks. And I swear, alcohol’s better than truth serum.

45. I’m a Democrat, but in conversation, I avoid sticky (or more accurately most) political issues because when it comes to politics people are all over the map and if your belief, opinion (what have you) is so far OFF the map that it annoys me, I tend to get bitchy about it.

46. When I was itty bitty, I wanted to be a nurse and then a teacher and then an actress and then a writer, but ironically, I’m non of the above.

47. What I am (as unexciting as it is) is an administrative assistant. Yee Haw.

48. I love blue eyes, they’re so beautiful and bewitching, they make me melt.

49. I’m a snuggler. I love to hold and be held.

50. And making out is, by far, my favorite thing to do. If done right, I could spend hours (literally) losing myself in a kiss. It’s so yummy and good.

~*~

So there you have it. And if I inadvertently skipped a number or miscounted, no problems, we’ll just blame it on the fact that I’m blonde AND scatterbrained.

Before I wrap this up, I’d like to say thanks to all of you who pass through here daily (whether you ever choose to speak up or are more comfortable to simply lurk) for sticking with me because without you, I’d just be talking to myself and what fun is that? You’re all super-fantastic!

And Dane, whom I love so very very much (you know, back in September, I told him that I wasn’t “in love” with him, but (and I wouldn’t blame him if he wanted to take a leaping run in the other direction), I can’t say that anymore–I am) and is, without question, one of the best friends I’ve ever had and Jeff, my sweet sweet friend, who’s been there for me selflessly through both good and bad times without fail and Nina, who is not only unabashedly sexy, but is one kickass friend as well. I love the three of you emphatically. I truly do. Thank you for everything.

Alright, enough with the sappy stuff, I’m out.

Walking through your Zen garden

To take that first unconfident step toward you, and with the butterflies fluttering wildly in my tummy, our eyes meet, lock. And with the brilliant blue of yours soothing the vivid green of mine, I take the next step.

To step into the circle of your arms, our bodies pressing together as we lean forward for that oft-awkward, oft-fumbly first meeting of lips and tongues.

To feel your fingers press into my skin as the kiss intensifies, wanting you to want me to the point that you have no choice but to rush me into the nearest airport restroom because you can’t keep your hands off me, and with my skirt hiked up around my waist and my panties caught around my knees, you gloriously fuck me fast and furious in the rearmost stall.

And spending an afternoon under the radiant sun, sharing a picnic with you at the creek on the road to your home sounds so lovely.

To be able to run my fingers through your hair and over your skin, learning you as your mouth explores my body, learning me. Lips nuzzling. Teeth nipping. Tongue soothing.

And yes, tasting myself mixed with your own taste when we next kiss would be exquisite.

To feel your flesh slide over mine as you move up my body, your lips finding mine, our fingers lacing and our eyes locking as you press into me again, slowly this time–filling me, taking me, melting me…

From My Jaded Heart To Yours…

“Love is a canvas furnished by Nature

and embroidered by imagination.”

~ Voltaire

Typically I’m a sucker for that extremely over-commercialized day that is Valentine’s Day, but this year, not so much. Real life has stepped into the mix, and left me a bit jaded, but even still, the hopeless romantic in me stirs.

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

~Robert Frost

If you desire someone, show them. Not just today, but everyday.

Happy Valentine’s Day

And to the one I desire, thank you for always making me feel special and wanted and loved, it means everything to me. I love you.

For the man who shall…

No longer remain nameless.

Back in October (I think), the scrumptious DQ was at her wits end with me, it was obvious that I had a rather impressive crush on somebody, and she wanted to know who.

So she lovingly said, “Enough with all this ‘he who shall remain nameless’ stuff. Who is he? You can tell me. I won’t tell anyone.”

And I knew she wouldn’t, but out of love for him and respect for his privacy, I refused.

At the time, while I knew he felt something for me, I wasn’t sure exactly what that something was, and I certainly didn’t know how he’d feel about being outed in such a public forum.

But I know now.

So DQ, to appease your curiosity, Dane is my internet boyfriend.

I’ve been sitting here for a while trying to find the words to express what this man, a man I’ve never physically met, makes me feel, but no words I come up with say what is in my heart as eloquently as his. So I’ll let his words speak for me as well.

And Dane, my love, if it is weird to feel truly romantic and attached to an internet-only liaison, then you should probably know that I have absolutely no problem being weird. I love you, baby.

“Distance is just a test

to see how far love can travel.”

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