Monday, 31 August 2015

Masturbation Monday - Orchestrating Manoeurvres #erotica #romance #menageatrois


Masturbation Monday has been going for a whole year - Happy Birthday! - and it's only now I get round to joining in... here goes...


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The life of a broken hearted supermodel can get pretty dull-there's only so much champagne and caviar one can handle. So, when the opportunity to hook up with two stunning Italian pianists with talented fingers, perfect rhythm and sublime composing presented itself, what could I say but yes, yes yes!



I flopped back on my mountain of pillows, gasping, writhing and shoving Enrique—my new thick, black Rampant Rocker vibrator—into my pussy higher and harder. He was great—long, wide and lined with vein-shaped ridges. And because he was so new to my collection, he seemed to have extra energy, extra enthusiasm for pleasing me. It was as if he was competing for a favoured position in my top drawer.
“Oh, yes, yes,” I called out, upping the speed and finally letting his wicked forked attachment buzz around my clit. “Oh, yes, Enrique!” I twanged forward, sweat forming in my cleavage and my heart pounding. Flattening my palm over my pussy, I held him against my deliciously tormented clitoris. Electric sensations surged through my nerves. My internal muscles clamped and moisture seeped over his shaft, easing his way as I pumped his impressive girth in and out, in and out.
I squeezed my eyelids shut and instantly Dale’s face appeared before me, a hot sheen on his brow and his mouth parted as he gave in to a fierce climax. Tearing open my eyes to shake the painful, memory-laden image, I stared at the huge framed poster of my own face gracing the cover of Vogue last month and came—sharp, intense and breath-taking. God, Enrique is good, worth every penny.
Panting, I pulled Enrique out and tossed him to the bottom of the bed. He’d served his purpose. Started my day with an orgasm. That was why I’d bought him. Carlo just wasn’t doing it for me anymore, his pink, plastic shaft pale and insipid, his rotating glans no longer a novelty and he just didn’t hit the spot with his thin little ears.
I glanced at the clock and sighed. Ten forty-five. I supposed I should get out of bed. Perhaps I could go and get a pedicure—I was already fed up with the Baby Bunting-coloured nail varnish I’d had applied three days ago at The Spa. Or maybe Naomi would be up for champagne and caviar at Jenson’s. I frowned and tried to remember if she was eating at the moment. I couldn’t be sure, but it was worth a try. I rolled onto my stomach and reached for my cell. There were two missed calls, one from my agent and one from my mother. I would sort them out tomorrow.
“Naomi, darling,” I said when she answered on the first ring. “What are you doing today? Fancy some bubbles?” I flipped onto my back and stretched my legs up towards the ceiling, a combined inside leg of an impressive sixty-six inches.
“Tiffany, babe, I thought you would be here. It’s the Tiara event.”
I sat upright and folded my legs. “What...today?”
“Yes, didn’t you speak to Rachel?”
I groaned. “No, I’ve been avoiding her. She’s crazy at the moment, too many hormones.” My agent of four years was in the first few months of pregnancy and driving me nuts with her talk of babies. As if I would be interested in babies—if I didn’t have a perfectly flat stomach I would be out of a job.
“Well you ought to give her a call.”
“Yeah, I guess I’ll brace myself.”
“Come on, snap out of it. Where’s your spark gone? Enough moping already, get back out working, if not for the money then for your sanity.”
I could always rely on Naomi to say it how it was. Since Dale had left me three months ago, I’d struggled to get my usual enthusiasm for the world of modelling that I loved so much. Some people had their hearts broken and threw themselves into work—not me. I just wanted to lounge around, play with my toys then head out for something bubbly to drown my sorrows in.
“It will do you good, Tiff,” Naomi was saying, “to get some gigs in the diary and meet some new people. Don’t let him win like this, babe. Show him what he’s missing and he’ll come crawling back.”
Sliding to the side of the bed, I had a sudden rush of determination. She was right. I would snap out of my wallowing. Okay, so Dale had wanted a ‘break’ from dating one of the UK’s highest paid models but still, surely I could find a way with all my connections and attributes to make him wake up to his foolishness. Let him see that I was more than just a face and a body.
I’d made him happy, he needed me in his life, our love was meant to be. I knew all that, so why didn’t he?
I stood and squared my shoulders, pulling in a deep breath. Yes, I’d hit him with a media slap so hard he’d crawl back, begging, on hands and knees. I would teach him that asking for a ‘break’ then not calling all this time to make up was the biggest mistake he’d ever made.


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Sunday, 30 August 2015

Sunday Snog

Excerpt from sexy romance novel The Glass Knot - on special offer this weekend at Amazon.



Welcome to Sunday Snog. Here's a smooch from The Glass Knot which just happens to be at the bargain price of 99c/99p for a few days only!


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What’s a girl to do when the guy she falls for is married to another man? 

This is exactly what happened to me. Seeing Josh Kendal stroll out of the Mediterranean Sea wearing tight navy swim trunks and looking like a hot new James Bond was a truly delicious moment. Catching sight of his wedding ring was like a kick in the shin and meeting his gorgeous husband, phew, that was enough to make any girl groan at the cruel joke God was playing on her. 

But all was not as it seemed, and when Josh needed a woman to sort out a ‘delicate predicament’ I was the one for the job – heck, what did I have to lose? Certainly not as much as him, literally. 

Trouble is, emotions always get tangled, loyalties can’t help but be divided and with a night of memories so hot they'd have the devil sweating, there was only one thing for it—it was time to get honest, fight for what I wanted despite society’s constraints and open my heart to the people it needed most. 


Several cars passed by, their tires hissing through the growing puddles. A bus splashed water up from the gutter, soaking my feet. Eventually, I pushed my way through the garden gate. Water dripped off the end of my nose, and as a streak of lightning was accompanied by a wild clap of thunder, I ran the last few steps up to the door. It wasn’t locked and I barged in, my breaths short and my clothes sticking to my skin.
“I was just coming to look for you.” Nick stood in the center of the hallway with his feet hip width apart and car keys in hand.
I slammed the door and leaned back against it, catching my breath. I blinked away rain drops and looked at him as a blinding flash of lightning seared through the bay window. His outline flickered, his face coming twice, three times into brilliant, bright definition.
“It’s horrid out there.” I put the bag on the floor, being careful to place it on the hessian mat and not on the wooden flooring. “I should have a towel before I drip everywhere.”
There was not a dry square inch on my whole body. My t-shirt had become see-through, my thin lace bra outlined in detail, and my nipples, much to my embarrassment, could be clearly made out.
I shivered as trickles of water ran from the hem of my short skirt onto my knees and down my shins. Pulled my wet hair from where it had stuck to my cheeks, and looked at Nick again.
He was staring at me, lips parted, brows low, eyes ablaze.
A huge crack of thunder roared around us.
Suddenly I didn’t feel so chilled anymore. There was something wild about his expression that was making me as hot as hell. My heart skipped, like a stone over a pond, tripping and fast.
His keys landed on the hard floor with a noisy clatter. “Nick?”
Silence.
“Nick, what is it?”
Silence.
“Nick, you’re scaring me.”
“Not half as fucking much as I’m scaring myself.” His sizzling gaze roamed my body, from my head right down to my toes. The hairs on my arms rose, goosebumps attacked me, my nipples jutted out even farther.
“What...what do you mean?” I asked.
“I need to try something.”
Between one gasping breath and the next he was in front of me. His nostrils flared and his teeth gritted as he harnessed my wrists and pinned them to the door on either side of my head.
“Nick, I...what...?”
He dropped his head to mine, his lips just a hair’s-breadth away. I could see flecks of amber at the base of his irises, like whiskey glinting through crystal.
“Keep still,” he snapped.
I sucked in a sharp breath, breathed in his darkly spiced scent.
“Don’t move,” he murmured, a twitch tugging at his cheek.
His lips touched mine, just, gently at first, but within a few seconds urgency overspilled.
“Nick,” I gasped, thoughts, emotions and desire spinning inside me. “What—?” “Ah, you feel and taste amazing. I knew you would. I want you, Laura. I want to hear you come again. I want to feel your pussy around my dick and your little body in my arms. I want to have what Josh has with you. I want you to be mine too.”
Oh my God.
I didn’t get a chance to respond, because he was kissing me again, hard and desperate. His tongue delving deep and his stubble raking over my chin. I was glad to be pinned to the door, because his frenetic determination to kiss and get close to me had my knees watery and weak and my stomach doing wild somersaults. I never thought Nick would want me. But it seemed he did.
I kissed him back, showing him with my mouth and my tongue how much I approved of his advances. I wanted him too. Desperately.
Oh, my God, what are we doing?
I struggled and twisted from his kiss. “Nick, we can’t, what about Josh?” How could I do this again, come between them? I was such a selfish cow.
“It’s okay, it will be okay,” he said breathlessly, his body pressing into mine and holding me secure.
“But we can’t go behind his back, we can’t do this and—”
“Shh.” His lips were hovering over mine. “Josh will understand, in fact he’ll be thrilled if we get it together.” He kissed me again.
“Nick,” I mumbled into his mouth. “I—”
“And it’s not behind his back, we’ll tell him the minute he gets in. Josh will be cool with it, like I said before, I know him better than he knows himself.”
“Are you sure?” I searched his eyes, desperate to see the truth in what he was saying.
“Yes, Josh will understand, perfectly, Laura, things are different now, trust me.”
I swallowed tightly and tried to keep sight of rational thought through my foggy haze of lust.
“Laura, do you want me?” Nick’s voice was tense, fraught.
“Yes, oh, yes, but I don’t know how when I want Josh too.” I shook my head, confusion spinning in my brain. “But yes, Nick, yes, I care about you so much and I want you too.”
The twitching muscle in his cheek was hammering along at an alarming pace. “And you understand me?” he asked through gritted teeth.
“Yes, I do, I really understand you, what you want and what you need.” “So what the hell are we waiting for?”
“But, Josh—?”
“This will make Josh’s fucking day. I promise.”
Okay, I’m persuaded.
It was me who kissed Nick this time, my need and want billowing up my body and pouring out through my lips.
He groaned, captured my wrists in one hand and hoisted them way above my head. With his other, he palmed my breasts.
I arched my back, always wanting more on my breasts. The sensation of wet material and firm big hands was exquisitely rough and I gave into my greed.
His kisses traveled across my damp cheek and down my dripping neck. “I didn’t think I’d ever feel like this again for a woman,” he gasped. “But I can’t help myself with you.”
“Nick, oh, God, please...”
He grabbed the base of my skirt and yanked the small scrap of material upward, over my hips. There was tightness around my buttocks and a ripping sound. My thong being swiftly removed.
Finally he released my wrists, but only so he could tear open his fly.
I grabbed his shoulders, unable to bear a moment of no connection. His hard muscles were tight and moving frantically.
“Ah, sweet baby,” he said, slamming my body into the door with his own. “I need to get inside you.” In one swift move he lifted me up so we were face level.
I wrapped my legs around his waist. My wet clothes stuck to his now damp ones, but I barely registered the cold anymore. His plump cock was nudging at my entrance. His hard, wide head prodding forward. Getting him inside me was all that mattered.
A strobe of lightning filled the now dark hallway, thunder bellowed alongside it. He tunneled right to the hilt on the first thrust, his cock long and rigid. Our cries mingled with the thunder shaking the cottage.
“Ah, yeah, that’s amazing,” he ground out. “Ah, fuck, Laura. Is this what you want?”
I locked my feet in the small of his back, cupped his sharply stubbled cheeks in my palms. “Yes, I want you to be part of me too,” I panted onto his lips. “So fuck me, Nick, make me come again.”
It was as though something in him snapped. If he’d been wild before, now he was positively animalistic. He shunted in, pulled out, forged back in harder. I hung on for the wild ride, my back pressed against the door and my thighs clinging to his waist. His thrusts were too jarring for us to kiss. It was all about satisfaction, increasing the speed, the friction, the pressure building in our bodies.
I shouted out, loud and abandoned to let him know how fabulous he was making me feel.
His hair-covered pubic bone ground up into my clit and his steel-hard cock bashed over my swollen G-spot. With alarming swiftness he delivered me a mind- blowing orgasm. “Ah, Nick, I’m coming, oh...oh, yes...” I found his mouth and tried to kiss him, but I had no control of my lips as a climax stormed through me. There was more lightning and thunder around us, above us, but what exploded in my body was so tremendous, so awe-inspiring, all I could do was sob out my release.
“Oh...my...God...” He froze. After such frenzied thrusting, he suddenly stilled, pulled in a breath so deep his chest crushed me into the door. “Ah, ah, ah, ah...”
As my pussy quivered around his cock warmth spread inside me. I sank my hips down as hard as I could, feeling the softness of his balls on my ass as I took every last inch of his pulsating cock.
“Oh, Laura, Laura, Laura,” he gasped, kissing me again. “It has never been like that with a woman for me, never been so wild and desperate and my passion reciprocated like that, you’re stunning.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
He pulled out and gently lowered my feet to the floor.
I felt dizzy, my pussy humming and twitching through the last shreds of my orgasm.
He tucked his cock away and reached for my ripped thong. “Sorry, I’ll buy you more.”
I took it from him. “Don’t worry about it.” I shivered and tipped my head, dragged in a deep breath. There was a distant beeping sound. “What’s that?”
“A house alarm.” He reached forward and tenderly pushed my straggly hair out of my face. “I guess the storm has cut the electricity to the village, it often happens.” Despite what we’d just done one thought filled my mind. “Damn, I won’t be able to cook dinner for you and Josh.”
He stooped and picked up my bag from the farm shop. “Go shower, baby, warm up. I’ll figure something out for us to eat.” He gave me a lopsided grin. A grin that was so far removed from the tight smiles he’d given me when I’d first arrived at Barn View that my heart swelled with joy. It seemed I’d just made him as happy as he’d made me.
I stood under hot water, shampooing my hair and thinking of what I’d done with Nick and all that it meant. He’d been like a man possessed. I’d felt like a woman possessed. All the new thoughts and feelings I’d had for him had erupted into a crazy, consuming passion. It had burst out as loud and as powerful as any storm. And now, now the overwhelming emotion was one of completion, a deep, pit-of-the-stomach satisfaction. Sleeping with Josh, feeling him hold me, inside me, was one of the most beautiful things that had happened in a very long time, if ever. But it wasn’t until Nick had plunged into my depths, gazed at me with want and desire, that I realized something had been missing.
I need Nick the same way I need Josh.

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The Glass Knot is available from Amazon



Saturday, 29 August 2015

Sexy Has It ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors #MSS107

On sale sexy novel - The Glass Knot - 99c/99p at Amazon only



Welcome to My Sexy Saturday. This week a 'sexy has it' moment from my menage a trois novel The Glass Knot which just happens to be on sale over the long summer bank holiday weekend.


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What’s a girl to do when the guy she falls for is married to another man? 

This is exactly what happened to me. Seeing Josh Kendal stroll out of the Mediterranean Sea wearing tight navy swim trunks and looking like a hot new James Bond was a truly delicious moment. Catching sight of his wedding ring was like a kick in the shin and meeting his gorgeous husband, phew, that was enough to make any girl groan at the cruel joke God was playing on her. 

But all was not as it seemed, and when Josh needed a woman to sort out a ‘delicate predicament’ I was the one for the job – heck, what did I have to lose? Certainly not as much as him, literally. 

Trouble is, emotions always get tangled, loyalties can’t help but be divided and with a night of memories so hot they'd have the devil sweating, there was only one thing for it—it was time to get honest, fight for what I wanted despite society’s constraints and open my heart to the people it needed most. 




“Josh, oh, I’ve missed you so much. I want you.”
“And you’re going to get me,” he said, dropping down and taking my mouth in a kiss that left no doubt in my mind exactly what was going to happen next.
We both struggled with my skinny jeans. I twisted and kicked, and my sandals flew off, forgotten. Hay poked at my buttocks, tickled my thighs. Impatience swelled as my pants proved stubborn slipping over my feet.
Eventually, I lay beneath him, half naked and my pussy buzzing for connection with his cock.
He lifted his head and sucked in a heavy breath. His eyes were a wild dark blue, the color of a mountain lake, the sky before a storm.
“Josh, please, now.”
With deft movements he rolled on a condom and positioned the head of his cock at my slick entrance. He hooked his arm behind one of my knees, tugged upwards and stretched me wide and open. I lifted my other leg and dug my heel into the hard orb of his ass, spreading myself ready for his invasion.
He hovered over me.
I was just about to tell him to get on with it when he blasted in.
“Argh, oh God...” I cried. Pain and pleasure mingled ferociously. I hadn’t been expecting such a rapid and thick filling
“Shit, sorry.” He froze.
I twisted my head in the hay and arched my back. “No, no, oh, please don’t stop, it’s amazing, oh Josh, just fuck me.”
“I want you so bad but I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not. Please, take me. Like you did before.”
He groaned long and low and shoved his cock into me so completely his balls mashed against my ass.
I hid my face in his neck, nipped his taut tendons with my teeth. Loving the sensation his big dick created deep within me, and the way the hardness of his pubic bone ground over my clit.
“You feel even better than I remember,” Josh whispered hotly into the shell of my ear. “So wet and warm and tight.”

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The Glass Knot is only available from Amazon.




Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks #GBLT #BDSM #FSOG #romance #erotic

Spankings from my GBLT erotic romance Dark Warrior




Welcome to Saturday Spankings, this week a few from Dark Warrior which is my sexy MM novel set in Kenya.


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While some passions live on the surface, others—wilder, darker passions—have to be kept buried deep. 

Dr. Leo Rotherham is following his calling by working in rural Kenya for the charity Medics On Hand. While he expected a primitive way of life and limited medical supplies, what he doesn’t bargain on is falling for handsome village warrior, Malik. 

Malik is well respected, knowledgeable and loyal to his tribe. He’s also beautiful, brave, modern and, much to Leo’s dismay, married—isn’t he? 

No, it turns out Malik is as free as the animals that roam the African plains at night. 

Soon the tension is building between the two men and Leo isn’t sure if he’s coming or going. Whenever he’s around Malik he can’t help but notice the reflected look of lust in his eyes and feel the longing sizzling between them. 

Malik stands too close, not close enough. Forbidden attraction simmers between them and the need grows to dizzying heights. But dare they admit to each other what it is they want? And are they brave enough to act on their desires and be honest about their lust? One thing is for sure, a passion this big, this powerful, can’t be contained and it’s all going to explode in the most spectacular of ways.



Still Malik rubbed and massaged Leo’s buttocks, pushing them in big circles. The flesh was taut and didn’t give much, the skin at his crack stretched on the outward rotation making him moan with the sensual burn of it.
His hole was on show. He knew it, rude and ready for Malik to use as he wanted. Leo hoped he would keep his promise of hard and fast. It was what he needed after such a sexual dry spell.
A string of slaps hit his left buttock. The sound echoed around the small room and sung through Leo’s ears.
He loved the heat, the burn of a slap. How did Malik just get that? He moaned—a happy grumble that came up from his chest and vibrated through his throat. It was cut short when cool pressure circled the wrinkled skin of his anus.
“Let me in,” Malik said, pushing his finger in right up to his knuckle.
Leo forced himself to relax and relished that first touch, that first moment of being penetrated by Malik. “More,” he demanded, pushing his arse backward.
“Here.”
Another slippery digit found its way in.
Leo dropped his forehead to the bed. All he wanted to do was concentrate on this
luscious invasion.
“Damn, you’re tight,” Malik murmured. “Tight and hot and I can’t wait to sink my big
dick deep. So deep you’ll think it’s coming out of your throat.”


To enjoy Leo and Malik's steamy story please purchase from Pride Publishing, Amazon or any other good ebook retailers. Enjoy the rest of your Saturday Spankings!

Friday, 28 August 2015

Party and Contest - Tease to Please

Tease to Please - a FREE anthology of steamy excerpts is having a party. Come join the authors, including myself, on Facebook




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Thursday, 27 August 2015

The Glass Knot - Bank Holiday Weekend Offer!

Erotic romance, GBLT, menage a trois novel on sale



That's right, for this special summer holiday weekend you can grab yourself a copy of The Glass Knot for just 99c/99p! Only on Amazon.

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What’s a girl to do when the guy she falls for is married to another man? 

This is exactly what happened to me. Seeing Josh Kendal stroll out of the Mediterranean Sea wearing tight navy swim trunks and looking like a hot new James Bond was a truly delicious moment. Catching sight of his wedding ring was like a kick in the shin and meeting his gorgeous husband, phew, that was enough to make any girl groan at the cruel joke God was playing on her. 

But all was not as it seemed, and when Josh needed a woman to sort out a ‘delicate predicament’ I was the one for the job – heck, what did I have to lose? Certainly not as much as him, literally. 

Trouble is, emotions always get tangled, loyalties can’t help but be divided and with a night of memories so hot they'd have the devil sweating, there was only one thing for it—it was time to get honest, fight for what I wanted despite society’s constraints and open my heart to the people it needed most. 

Reader Reviews...

"This is one of the hottest books I've read in a very long time."

"If you're looking for an awesome MMF story that will make you laugh, cry, and feel every up and down in between, this is the book for you."

"The Glass Knot is the third book I have read by the British author Lily Harlem and I am more in love with her work after reading this story than ever."

"This beautiful erotic romance provides an emotional read that explores the dynamics of converting a committed relationship to a menage a trois. The author does a wonderful job of conveying the passion and devotion that exists between the paired couple and the angst and upheaval that results from adding a new person into their lives. There are deliciously sizzling love scenes which are balanced by a facile characterization of the individuals involved and I am delighted to have found a new author to enjoy and look forward to reading more of her tales."










Wednesday, 26 August 2015

Mid Week Tease #MWT

Sexy free GBLT story for you!



Welcome to Mid Week Tease, I have a freebie for you today, Part One of Caught on Camera my MM serial about two sexy guys making a porn movie in Las Vegas. Part One starts out in England... here's a few...


Cade shoved his jeans down and kicked them off. He laid them roughly over the back of the chair he’d been sitting on then headed toward the pool. As he went, he pushed at his boxers and revealed his tight arse that was a shade paler than the rest of his skin. He kept on walking as the boxers slid down his legs then he stepped out of his underwear without pausing. He left the boxers bunched on the lawn, dead center in one of the pale green stripes he’d created.
Reece felt his jaw slacken. Fuck, the guy was brazen. He just went for it.
“Gotta go in naked,” Cade called, “otherwise you’ll have wet boxers beneath your jeans, making a damp patch and giving the game away.”
“Yeah, makes sense,” Reece replied. Fuck, he was getting harder by the minute. The sight of the abandoned boxers and Cade’s long, muscular body was enough to have his balls aching and his arsehole clenching.
“Come on,” Cade shouted, even though he couldn’t see that Reece had made no move to join him. “All work and no play makes Reece a dull boy.”
“What about the lawn? You haven’t finished.”
“Fuck it. I’ll do it later.” He reached the pool and dove in, creating a white burst of water that splashed upwards and made waves across the surface.
“Oh, bloody hell,” Reece said, quickly slipping the straps of his overalls off then scooting down the trousers. Beneath he wore red boxers, fake Calvin Kleins from the market, but he had no intention of removing them—not yet—not until he was safely by the pool.
God, was he really going to do this?
Unlike Cade, Reece carried his clothes across the lawn and set them on a lounger. If there was a sudden urgency to get dressed, if Mrs. Henley-Smythe did appear, he didn’t want to be caught in the buff.
“It’s great. Get in,” Cade called, before turning and propelling himself in a fast crawl to the opposite end of the pool.
Reece made the most of the fact that Cade was facing the other way, tugged off his boxers then slipped into the water. The chill stole his breath for a moment and thankfully also took the heat from his hard-on. He sank beneath the surface, soaking his hair and letting the water rush into his ears. He pushed off and swam for several seconds to the far side.
When he bobbed up, he came face to face with Cade.
“What do you think?” Cade asked.


Find out more about Caught on Camera on my website and grab all the FREE download links for Part One right there...