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

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

So go on and get it!

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

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 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.

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

Are you a fan of Halloween?

I’m not so much, I don’t know why either.

I love candy, I love being able to pretend I’m someone else for a night…so you’d think I’d love Halloween, right? Maybe it’s because I’ve worked the bar so many of those nights? Or mayeb it’s because I like being me…or maybe it’s really because all the costuems I really want to wear are very very naughty, and I’m too chicken shit to do it.

Maybe the appeal of dressing up as a Dominatrix has disappeared since I think I’d enjoy being submissive so much more.

Realistically, I think it’s because I have no imagination when it comes to castumes and on Halloween I actually feel boring. I hate that feeling.

What do you think?

– Sasha White

You are going to come to me. And when you reach my door you will find a blindfold hanging on the doorknob and the door open a crack. Enter the room, close the door behind you and put on the blindfold. Then wait there quietly for me.

I lead you into the center of the room. “Stand still,” I tell you. “You are my personal playground…and I want to play uninterrupted.”

My hand reaches out and I trail my fingers across your shoulders as I stroll around your body. I start to undress you at my leisure, stroking your muscles, nibbling on your ear, your neck. Pressing my body full length against yours. The feel of your heart pounding in your chest is strong under my hand as I scrape my nails lightly across your nipple.

You feel my breasts against your chest, my nipples hardening as they rub against the hair on your body as I sink to my knees and examine your cock. Looking at it, breathing on it, I touch it lightly, lick it and - no! I won’t suck it now…that will be your reward for behaving…if you continue to do so.

It is time for you to work…I lead you over to the couch and sit down.

“On your knees,” I command.

I spread my thighs for you and tell you to get on your knees and use only your mouth to please me, no hands. Do you think you can do that? Do you think you can make me cum with only your lips and tongue? I hope you can…for your sake.

Once you have gotten me ready I am going to lay you down and straddle you. Slip that hard cock into my wetness and ride you until I cum. You may not come! Remember…you are MY playground.

If I feel you have behaved well I will reward you. What that reward is will be a surprise…one I know already you will enjoy. But if you misbehave…the punishment will be something I enjoy!

– Sasha White