Truth or Dare

Posted on May 31, 2009

TRUTH OR DARE

By Selena Kitt

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Length: Novel (78608)

Category: Romance, Paranormal, Mystery/Suspense/Thriller

Heat Level: eXcess 2

Price: $5.99

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Dare has always been the hothead in the pair – her twin, Nick, he was the calm, cool and collected one. But now Nick is dead, found murdered in their local cemetery, and Dare, on forced leave from her job as a Chicago police officer, goes back to her childhood home to attend the funeral.

It becomes quickly apparent to Dare that the local authorities aren’t being straight with her, or anyone else, about what’s been going on in the little Midwestern town she grew up in. The detective in her kicks in and she decides to find out what—or who—has killed her brother, so she moves in temporarily with her father and stepmother, takes a job in a local bar, and starts asking questions.

Her focus soon fixes on Shane, her brother’s best friend—the town bad boy and bad seed. The tension between the two of them has always been palpable, and nothing has changed. Sparks fly as they collide, and while Dare finds herself sinking in deeper with Shane, the mystery of what happened to her brother—and an ever growing list of victims—grows even stranger.

Dare finds her past haunting her everywhere she goes as she continues to dig deeper into the circumstances of her brother’s death, and her future looms large as her fate as a police officer is about to be determined back in Chicago. With everything coming to a head, she focuses on one thing: What happened the night her brother was killed in the cemetery? She’s sure Shane knows… something… and she’s determined to find out what it is, one way or another.

EXCERPT:

Chris leaned against the wall, away from Shane, while he lined up a shot. Dare watched for a moment, unnoticed. The muscles in Shane’s arms showed, hard and sinewy, beneath the sleeves of his black t-shirt. He was concentrating, the cue stick steady as he leaned over the table, carefully calculating, although it was obviously an easy shot.

Dare grinned mischievously. “Hey guys!”

She clapped Shane, hard, on the back. The motion sent him forward, making the cue stick hit the ball. It rolled about four inches-and stopped.

“Aww.” Dare blinked innocently. “You would have made that, too.”

Shane turned to face her, smiling, but his eyes were cold and dark. She took a step back. Chris did as well, wide-eyed.

“I’m gonna kill you,” he told her in a low voice.

In that moment, as he advanced, she thought he was serious. He grabbed her arm roughly, jerking her toward him.

“Shane,” she gasped. “I was only-”

He pulled her tightly up against him and she tensed, waiting for him to do something, anything-and then he kissed her, his mouth slanting harshly across hers. She opened her eyes wide and gasped in surprise-it was all the opening he needed and his tongue touched hers.

His hold tightened, his hands moving down her uniform and then up the backs of her thighs. She relaxed against him for a moment, stunned, and his mouth grew soft and more gentle but still insistent, his hands wandering upwards. She gave into his hands, responding with a soft moan, letting herself melt against his hardness. She pushed him away only to stop herself, but she still couldn’t break free from the tight circle of his arms.

“Let me go,” she said, unable to keep her voice steady, her eyes narrowing. Surprisingly, he did.

“You’re a goddamned tease,” he gasped, and his eyes looked pained.

“No, I’m not.” She felt herself trembling and hoped he couldn’t see it.

He laughed softly, never taking his eyes from her. Chris watched them open-mouthed, but he wasn’t their only audience. Lee watched them, too, standing near the juke, and Sam’s eyes were glued to the scene as he leaned on his broom.

“Prove it, then.” The dark look in his eyes caught her breath and held it. He stepped in front of her, tilting her slightly quivering chin up with one finger. “Meet me at the path tomorrow at nine.”

She hesitated, looking at him, hating him, hating herself. She regained her voice by swallowing past something lodged in her throat and narrowed her eyes at him, jerking away. “It’ll be a cold day in hell before I meet you anywhere.”

His soft laughter followed her as she turned and walked away.

Confessions

Posted on April 19, 2009

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Every erotica writer will some day face the question, “Did that really happen?” The thought that there might be a glimmer of truth behind the fiction seems more titillating in erotica than any other genre.  The truth is, most mystery writers have never experienced anything like a real murder, but almost all erotica writers have presumably had sex, and have certainly been shaped by early experiences. In light of that, what is contained here is a series of short scenes titled “Confessions”-because that’s just what they are, a few of the true stories that shaped my own sexual being.

Are they all completely factual?

I don’t know if a fiction writer ever writes anything that is ever completely fact. Even when we’re journaling, we’re not journalists, after all. Nor are we poets. Fiction writers tell stories, we elaborate, we give the truth scope. So while I will say that most, if not all, of these stories did, indeed, happen, in some sense of the word-I have certainly, as most writers do, taken liberties, and changed names to protect the innocent. Or not so innocent.

But these are my confessions, told in the same, secret whisper I might tell them to you if we were alone, sharing the heat of memory in the dark. These stories were written specifically for audio and recorded by the author. So if you literally want to hear me confess my experiences, you also have that opportunity. I have heard from readers in the past that their own experience was greatly enhanced by the audio version, so you should know that it is available for purchase on audio as well as being available in this ebook version.

EXCERPT:

When I checked out the movies, I was surprised to find that two of them were porn movies! And this wasn’t soft core stuff. How did I know? Well, I put them in, of course. I knew when they’d be home, and I knew I had a few hours before then, so I put the tape in the VCR and started to watch.

It was even more of a turn on, knowing he wanted me to watch, imagining him thinking about me, my jeans crumpled in a ball on the floor, my panties down to my knees, my legs spread and my fingers working my hot little clit as I watched women putting their asses in the air, begging to be fucked, watching huge, hard cocks sliding into wet, open pussies. I came once, fast and hard, but feeling guilty, I turned off the movie and quickly got dressed.

I tried to distract myself. I checked on the baby. He was fine. I ate some of their ice cream and watched MTV. But my eyes kept going to those cases on top of the entertainment center, and the ache between my legs just grew… and grew… Until I couldn’t resist, and I put the movie back in again.

I wasn’t going to touch myself. That’s what I insisted when I put the movie in and sat on the couch. I just wanted to see… but as I watched, I felt myself getting wetter, my whole pussy throbbing.

I rubbed my hand over my jeans, laying back on the couch pillows, twisting with lust as I watched the blonde on the screen sucking his cock, his fingers playing with her hard nipples.I touched my own nipples, making them hard, watching as he bent her over and began to lick her pussy from behind. I couldn’t help it.

I unzipped my jeans and slipped my hand inside, my pussy incredibly hot and wet under my fingers as I began to touch myself. He stood behind her, sliding his cock up and down her wet slit, and I wondered what it would feel like. At sixteen, I still hadn’t had a cock inside of me yet, although I’d had one in my hand and in my mouth. What would it feel like to be fucked, I wondered?

The Song of Orpheus

Posted on April 19, 2009

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Orpheus returns from war to discover Eurydice has been faithful to him, only to lose her again to tragedy. Determined to get her back, he ventures to the Underworld armed with nothing but his famous lyre.

EXCERPT:

“If you spend any more time in there, you’re going to turn into a mermaid!”

Eurydice lifted her dark head from where she was reclining in the water, seeing the centaur pawing at the edge of her stream. “Chiron!” Her eyes widened in surprise and delight. She grinned. “Nymphs aren’t mermaids, horse-boy. You just want to turn everyone half-breed, don’t you?”

The centaur snorted, sounding very horse-like in spite of his human torso. “Not if they all turn out like my brothers. I swear I’m the only civilized one in the lot.”

Eurydice stood, twisting the water out of her long, dark hair, and saw Chiron’s eyes moving over her nude form appreciatively. She smiled at him as she stepped out, patting his chestnut flank as she reached for her wrap. It was the standard Greek dress for women, a long, thin strip of material she wound about her body in an intricate way. It clung to her curves. “You certainly are the best of them. What are you doing here, anyway?”

His dark eyes moved over her body before she finished pulling the material around her and closing it without any fasteners. He cleared his throat, running a hand through his long, dark hair. “Apollo insisted I come for the whole ‘Find Aristaeus a Wife’ shindig, since I was apparently responsible for his birth, or some such rot.”

“Hazards of being an oracle, huh?” Eurydice’s hand moved over the horse’s back, feeling the strong muscles there. “Didn’t you introduce Apollo to Aristaeus’ mother?”

“Not exactly. I think the exact prophecy, as I recall, was Apollo would take the nymph, Cyrene, to Libya, where she would bear him a son, named Aristaeus-he who would become revered among men for his skills with the land and the animals.” Chiron shrugged, looking over his broad shoulder at her. “Eurydice, dear, if you don’t stop petting me like that, my baser natures may just take over.”

“Sorry.” She dropped her hand with a blush. “It’s just such a nice, shiny coat.”

“And you are a glistening star.” His rump swung around as he faced her, stunningly human completely from the waist up. “You know how I have a thing for nymphs.”

“Nymphs are nigh irresistible when we want to be.” She cleared her throat and changed the subject. “So this nymph, Cyrene-how could she travel so far from her domain?”

He gave her a sad look. “She was a Nereid, not a Naiad, like you, my dear.”

“Oh.” Eurydice’s hopeful eyes dropped, and she sat on the bank of the stream with a sigh. “So basically, as long as she was near the sea, she could travel anywhere she wanted?”

“Yes.”

“But I’m stuck here by this little creek.” She sighed, kicking at the water with her foot.

“You love your stream.”

“Yes, well…sometimes I think it does not love me.”

Chiron’s tail swished. “I’m sure there are many men-or half-men-who might settle with you here beside your waters.”

“Oh Chiron…” She reached up and patted his flank. “I love you like a brother, you know that.”

“Well, my dear, there will be plenty of men to choose from at Apollo’s son-worshipping.” He snorted at his own pun and she smiled, shaking her head. “Won’t you at least accompany me? So few give me as much pleasure with their very company as you do.”

She laughed; standing and stretching. “With all the honey you spread with your words, I’m surprised you haven’t attracted more than just flies, horse-boy!”

He grinned. “Wanna go for a ride?”

“I thought you’d never ask!” She eyed his back, long and sleek. Placing her bare foot in the stirrup he made with his hands, she swung her leg over his flank, arranging her robe and settling herself on his back.

“Love that little wiggle.” He glanced over his shoulder and waggled his eyebrows at her.

“You’re so bad!” She slapped him near the tail with her hand and his eyes widened.

“Watch it-I like that too much.”

She laughed, wrapping her arms around his waist, feeling the hard ridges of muscle in his belly as he began to trot across the stream, carrying her with him. He was a fine specimen, really, of man and equine, and while he’d made it known on several occasions he would settle by the stream with her, she doubted he could do so for long.

There was too much in him that loved liberty and the freedom of roaming. He was, by no means, the wild half-breeds his brothers had proved themselves to be-but Chiron had an undeniable love for adventure, and Eurydice couldn’t roam any further than her stream itself did. Roaming too far from home would force her to wither and die, like a grape left off the vine in the sun.

However, a secret longing burned in her belly, and it wasn’t for Chiron. It wasn’t for any man she had ever met, but she just knew she would know him when she found him. She yearned to find the man she would be willing to follow, regardless of her circumstances. He existed, somewhere, she was sure of it-the man she would sacrifice everything for.

Eurydice saw something out of the corner of her eye and squeezed her thighs around Chiron’s sides. He gave a distinctly whinny-like sound. “Hey!”

“I think I just saw Melina!” She urged him left, and he cantered that way, towards a clearing. Sure enough, her friend was standing in the field, her arms held up to the sky. “Wait, Chiron!” Eurydice grabbed his long, dark hair as if it were a mane, pulling back and he slowed, shaking his head and glancing over his shoulder at her.

“What was that for?”

“She’s taming the bees.”

“She’s what?”

Eurydice dismounted, sliding to the ground. “Stay here for a moment. You’ll see.” She approached her friend quietly, her bare feet making no sound on the soft grass. Melina covered with a carpet of bees, the softly buzzing insects crawling over her skin from head to toe. When she had first seen Melina performing this trick a few years ago, Eurydice had panicked, running forward and waving her arms wildly, trying to make the bees scatter. She winced at the memory. She had caused her new friend several unnecessary stings that day-but Melina had taken it in stride, and they had spent a nice afternoon doctoring her wounds and chatting in Melina’s little cottage.

“Melina?” Eurydice called softly, still keeping her distance. The woman’s eyes opened and she stared out at her friend from two blue eyes lost in a moving blanket of insects. Eurydice thought she caught the hint of her smile, and then Melina started to spin. It began slowly, her bare feet shuffling on the grass, her steps minute and perfected. The insects started to rise, a few at a time, then in larger numbers as she turned faster, her arms thrown out to her sides. Soon she was spinning like a top, her blonde hair revealed now and whirling around her face in a cloud as the bees took flight, going off again on their daily business.

Chiron came up behind Eurydice, pawing the ground. “That’s impressive!”

“She does it every day.” Eurydice shook her head, her smile bemused. “Melina, this is Chiron, the centaur. Chiron, this is my friend, Melina.”

“Pleased to make your acquaintance.” Chiron bent one jointed leg and bowed his head briefly. “May I ask…what is the purpose of that daily death-defying stunt?”

“I’m just keeping them happy.” Melina smiled from where she had collapsed on the ground, still gently shaking her head free from a bee or two. They buzzed gently around her face, but she showed no sign of fear. In fact, they seemed to kiss her cheek before taking flight again with their brothers and sisters. “Angry bees don’t produce good honey. Happy bees are good workers. They love being seen for the magical beings they are.”

“Is that so?”

“Chiron is taking me over to a festival Apollo is having for his son.” Eurydice held a hand out to her friend. “Do you want to come with us?” Melina took the outstretched hand, looking askance at the half-man, half-horse. “Do I have to ride?”

“You’ll let bees crawl all over you, but you’re afraid of horses?” Eurydice laughed.

“It’s not the horse ride itself…” Melina shrugged, giving Chiron an apologetic smile. “I’m more afraid of the falling off.”

“I’ll go slowly.” He winked, making his hands into a stirrup again. Eurydice helped Melina mount first then swung herself up behind her, putting her arms around the other woman’s waist.

“You said you’d go slowly!” Melina squealed and grasped Chiron tightly around the middle as he galloped over the field. She buried her face in his back, and he rumbled laughter as he leapt nimbly across a small stream.

“But then I wouldn’t have two beautiful women clinging to me, would I?” Chiron slowed, grinning back at them with a wink.

Eurydice smacked his rear. “You are bad!”

“It’s part of my nature.” He shrugged, but his smile never faded. “And we can’t help our natures can we?”

Eurydice sighed, thinking of her attachment to her stream. “I suppose so.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Melina dared to peek around Chiron’s broad back to see where they were going. “I think people can change.”

“Spoken like a true mortal!” Chiron laughed; the sound rumbling through him. Eurydice could feel it between her thighs.

“Come on, horsie.” She squeezed her legs around him, digging her knees in. “Play nice.”

New Release: Stargazing

Posted on March 31, 2009

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Turn up your collar, feather your hair, put that big comb in your back pocket, and splash on some Polo, because we’re going back to high school in the ’80’s! Sara is obsessed with pop star Tyler Vincent, and as she nears the end of her senior year, she’s determined to find a way to be with him - although her best friend, Aimee, keeps telling her to find a different escape from her desperately violent home life.

Complications arise when Dale, the mysterious new transfer student, sets his sights on Sara, and she falls for this rock-star-in-the-making in spite of her better judgment. When Sara wins a contest, she is faced with a choice - travel to Tyler Vincent’s home town to meet him, or stay and support Dale in a Battle-of-the-Bands hosted by MTV. Their triangulated relationship is pushed to its breaking point, but there is another, deeper secret that Dale’s been keeping that just may break things wide open…

EXCERPT:

“So, I didn’t see you carry anything in for me,” Dale said. “Does that mean its small enough to fit in your pocket, or that you didn’t get me anything because I’ve been such a bad boy?” He nuzzled my neck and sent goose bumps down my arms.

“Actually, neither. It’s already here,” I said. He raised his eyebrows at me. “And it’s not totally from me.”

“Oh?”

“Well, John and I split the cost, actually. I used the babysitting money I’ve been saving for a couple of years, but I still didn’t have enough, so your dad helped out.”

His eyes widened. “Holy cow, what did you get me, a Porsche?”

“Not exactly.” I grinned. “Something better. Close your eyes and I’ll show you.”

Dale dutifully closed his eyes and I helped him to his feet, leading him back to John’s room. I sat him down on the bed and closed the door.

“Are you sure my Christmas gift is in here, or is this just a ploy to get me alone?”

I laughed, opening the closet door. “Are you ready?”

“I guess so.”

“Okay.” I pulled off the towels and clothes we had covered it with. “You can open your eyes.”

He did, and his eyes widened, his jaw dropping. He sat there like that for a full ten seconds, stunned.

“I… you… wow!”

I laughed, clapping my hands. “You really like it?”

“Like it?” Dale stood and swung me into his arms. “You are the sweetest, most generous, most wonderful girl in the world. Thank you.” He hugged me close. “Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome,” I said against his neck. “Now you don’t have an excuse not to enter the Battle of the Bands.”

“I can’t believe you did this. Amplifiers cost a small fortune. You must have spent your life savings,” he said into my hair, hugging me so close it was hard to breathe.

“Almost,” I said. “But you’re worth every penny.”

He kissed me then, taking my breath as always. I felt his heart beating against mine.

“Are you ready for yours?” he whispered near my ear.

“My what?” I asked, a little dazed from his kiss. He grinned.

“Come on.” He led me back into the living room. I sat on the floor while he dug around under the tree. He pulled out a long black velvet box and my heart sank at the sight of it. He came to sit next to me.

“I know we talked about it and said we didn’t want to make a commitment. Because we’re still in high school, and you’re going away to college, and Tyler Vincent, and me trying to make it in the music business,” he started, holding my hand and the box in the other.

He paused and I looked at him. Don’t do this, I pleaded silently and he smiled a little sheepishly.

“But-?” I said for him.

“I want you to know this isn’t like that. This is…this is to show you that I understand… about your feelings for Tyler Vincent. And about me.”

I took the box from him and hesitated before opening it, a little afraid. It creaked open and I gasped aloud, lifting the heart-shaped locket out, holding it up on tented fingers. The gold shone in the light and a diamond sparkled in its top left corner.

“Oh, Dale,” I whispered, laying it in my palm.

“Open it,” he encouraged.

“There’s more?” I lifted the tiny latch and opened the heart. On the left side was a picture of Dale, looking a little younger but much the same. On the right side was a picture of Tyler Vincent. I felt tears well and couldn’t keep them from falling.

“Hey, don’t cry. Don’t you like it?” he asked, concerned, touching my cheek.

I hugged him hard and fast, surprising him a little I think. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered against his shirt. “I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve a great deal more than this, beautiful, and I intend to give it to you.” He clutched me tightly.

“Will you put it on me?” I pulled away to hand the locket to him and lifted my hair. He put it around my neck and took a moment to do the clasp. I felt his breath touch the tiny hairs on the nape of my neck. I let my hair fall and turned to look at him.

“Dale.” I said his name quietly, running my hand along his jaw. “Thank you. For this. For understanding. For everything.”

“Do I have to say you’re welcome? You’re always welcome.” He opened his arms and I went to him.

It was the best Christmas of my life, and I wanted to give him more. Our mouths met, the heat of his body like a shock as he pressed me to the floor with the weight of him. There was no in between with Dale-it was all or nothing. His mouth demanded it, his hands, too, and most of all, the heat of him, hard and insistent, against my hip through the denim of his jeans.

We had spent too many nights like this, fumbling and touching and coming, oh, so very close, until I managed to whisper, “No, wait, wait!” and we were left gasping and feeling a little empty as we dressed, staring at the ceiling. Not tonight. Tonight I was like liquid under him, something soft and pliable and yielding.

“God, Sara,” he moaned when I unzipped him, something I’d never done without his prompting. The heat filling my hand was incredible, throbbing with his pulse. The way the skin seemed to slide up over the head and down again, it was like something alive all on its own. It responded on its own, too, swelling in my hand as I squeezed and tugged, the tip leaking a little.

Dale’s hands moved under my sweater, pushing up the bulk of material and seeking my flesh. I loved his hands, his rough fingers, calloused from years of guitar playing, rubbing over my belly, up to my bra. He had become an expert with my bras, and this one was a quick front-hook solution, no puzzle at all. My breasts were free to his touch and his gaze, and he sank against them with a soft sigh…

New Release: The Real Mother Goose

Posted on March 1, 2009

THE REAL MOTHER GOOSE

By Selena Kitt

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Length: Novel (36,800)

Category: Romance, Fantasy, BDSM

Heat Level: eXcess 4

Price: $4.99

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Settle yourself in for a wicked bed time story, a hot, wild ride through nursery rhymes like you’ve never heard them before. Set in a fantastical world where the privileged few own and raise sex slaves like beloved pets, Mother herself is the star of the show, wielding a riding crop and taking care of and training her young charges with a firm and skillful hand. But where has Father Goose wandered off to, and who will take Mother in hand when she ventures too far?

EXCERPT FROM THE REAL MOTHER GOOSE:

Little Bo Peep

Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep

And can’t tell where to find them.

Leave them alone,

And they’ll come home,

Wagging their tails behind them.

“Peep!” The voice shook the room and the startled girl looked up as Mother came in. “Do you know where your sheep are now?”

“No, Mother.” The girl looked up from her position, kneeling on the floor, her blue eyes wide. “I penned them before I left, I swear it.”

Mother Goose came toward her, the high heels of her soft boots clicking on the floor. She squatted down before Peep, whose hands were bound behind her to her feet with pink satin sashes.

“You are a pretty little one,” Mother said, lifting the girl’s chin and studying her face. Mother’s eyes moved over the girl’s body, the pink and white corset drawn tight, her blonde curls spilling over her shoulders, partially hiding Peep’s rosy little nipples. “Sometimes I think you’re just playing dumb.”

“No, Mother,” Peep implored, shaking her head. “I penned them, I promise you.”

“Is that so?” Mother asked, standing again. Peep looked up Mother’s long legs, encased in black fishnet stockings and garters, the dark triangle between her legs exposed, as it always was, for easy access.

Mother had taken to wearing black since Father had crossed over, and her mood was ever changeable, but lately she seemed often cross and hard to please. Mother tapped her toe in front of Peep’s knee, folding her arms over her ample breasts that were pushed up high in her black corset, but covered with the sheer, lace peignoir that she always wore, unbuttoned to the floor.

“Mother, please,” Peep pleaded. “I will go tend them, if you let me.”

Mother walked over to the cabinet and the girl moaned, the sound caught halfway between regret and anticipation. “I think we need a little correction, don’t you?” Mother’s voice drifted over her shoulder as she chose a small cat o’nine tails from her collection.

“Please,” Peep pleaded again, her eyes downcast. “I’ll be a good girl.”

“Yes,” Mother murmured, coming to caress the her cheek with her soft hand. “You will.”

Mother reached behind the girl and began untying the pink satin ribbon that bound her. Peep sighed in relief, rolling her tired shoulders once her arms were free. She leaned forward onto her hands and knees as Mother began to untie her feet, but then the older woman stopped.

“No… this is good,” Mother said, tightening the sashes at the girl’s ankles, chuckling. “Turn around, Little Bo Peep, who’s lost her sheep, and doesn’t know were to find them.”

Peep did as she was told, turning her face toward the wall on her hands and knees, using her hands to slowly work herself around. She felt Mother’s hand caressing her ass, and she shivered, looking back over her shoulder at the older woman. Mother was squatting down behind her, beginning to drip the many straps of the cat o’nine tails over Peep’s behind like a little leather waterfall.

“Peep’s little puss,” Mother whispered, parting the dark blonde fuzz with her fingers to peer in at the pink treasure. “I love peeping at Peep’s little puss.” Mother giggled, wiggling her fingers through and finding the girl’s clit.

“Oh, Mother!” Peep moaned, lifting her bottom in the air as much as she could with her feet tied together at the ankles.

“That’s right, Peep,” Mother encouraged, with her finger and her voice. The girl’s clit was swollen and pulsing. “You like it so much, don’t you?”

Peep nodded, glad her long blonde hair was covering her red, flushed face. Mother’s fingers were rubbing there, making her moan with pleasure. Peep’s little puss was incredibly responsive, her lips swelling, the pink color deepening to a rosier shade.

“You’ve been a naughty shepherdess, haven’t you, Peep?” Mother asked, standing behind her. The girl nodded, her blonde hair falling in waves falling over the stone floor. She felt the first blow from the cat o’nine tails, almost a gentle thing, with just a little sting. She twisted and squirmed.

“Oh, Mother, please,” Peep whispered. Her pussy was still throbbing from the older woman’s attention.

“Yes, tell me.” Another blow, and then another. Mother waited.

“I lost my sheep,” the girl sobbed, feeling another blow, and then another. Her bottom felt hot. She cried out as she felt three more stings from the cat o’nine tails in quick succession. “Oh, Mother! Please!”

But the older woman was catching a rhythm, now, and Peep could hear her working hard. She lashed the girl again and again, until Peep’s bottom felt red and raw and huge, and her pussy-it was on fire, throbbing with longing. She hid her shamed face behind her curtain of hair, her tears falling onto the stone floor.

“Now, are you going to find those sheep, Miss Peep?” Mother asked, grabbing the girl by the hair and pulling her head back, looking down at her tear-stained face. Peep nodded, moaning softly, looking dazed, her eyes glassy. “But first, you are going to do penance, aren’t you? On your knees.”

Peep nodded, tears still streaming down her rosy cheeks. “Yes, Mother.”

New Release: Unfolding

Posted on February 24, 2009

UNFOLDING

By Selena Kitt

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Length: Novel (35,985)

Category: Menage

Heat Level: eXcess 3

Price: $4.99

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Charlie lives an average life in an ordinary home, and she isn’t complaining. Jack is a good husband and they have beautiful children—but when she discovers her penchant for a secret taboo, she finds that it suddenly turns her sex life from a mundane distraction into a mind-blowing, transcendent experience. This is the story of a woman’s exquisite unfolding, as her sexual discovery and yearning for something more pushes she and her man to the edge, testing boundaries and forcing her to surrender to something much deeper than herself.

EXCERPT:

When Jack said, “We’re taking a vacation,” I just stared at him like he had three heads. Vacation? What was that? We hadn’t taken time off or gone anywhere alone since before the kids were born. Who would take care of the house, the dog, the kids, water the plants, how would we get time off work?

“Tomorrow.” Jack hid a grin behind his coffee mug.

I turned from the dishwasher, standing there dripping water from a plate onto the floor, open-mouthed.

“It’s all arranged,” he said. “We’re not going far. Friday through Sunday, so we don’t have to take time off work.”

“The kids-” I started, but he shook his head, really grinning now.

“All handled, I told you.” His eyes were shining. “All you need to do is pack.”

I put the plate in the dishwasher, grabbing a towel to wipe up the floor, absorbing everything he had said. It wasn’t like Jack to be spontaneous or cryptic. I was both excited and anxious, and when I looked up from the floor, he was still grinning.

“What kind of weather do I pack for?” I asked faintly.

Standing, he stretched and winked at me. “If I were you, I’d pack a lot of underwear.”

I could feel a heat creeping through my chest as his dark eyes met mine and I fully understood his meaning.

He turned to go out to the living room and said over his shoulder, “Oh, there’s a little present for you upstairs on the bed.”

It was in a huge round black velvet-covered box-almost like a hat box-except what I found inside wasn’t hats. There were four different panty and bra sets-black, red, white and pink. There were also thigh highs to match, including a pair of black fishnets that caught my eye and made my breath catch. So this is what he meant by underwear. There was also a pair of black, four inch high heels.

The real surprise was at the bottom of the box-a clear gel-like rabbit vibrator, a glass/latex butt plug, and five tubes of K-Y. Five! I sat on the bed, pressing my hands to my cheeks to cool them. My pussy twinged and my ass clenched. Now I knew why it didn’t matter where we were going, or that we weren’t going far. We were obviously not going to leave the room very much!

* * * *

I didn’t carry the velvet hatbox into the hotel. I packed everything into my rolling bag, including the new toys and the KY. (I was careful to seal those in two Ziploc bags, just in case!) I was wearing an outfit that Jack had requested before we left, a white t-shirt and a black skirt that didn’t quite come my knees-no bra, no stockings and no panties.

Rolling my bag behind me, I felt completely naked, my four inch heels clicking on the tile as we paused to check in. I felt a little like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, minus the blonde Cleopatra wig, as I followed Jack in his suit up to the counter. I couldn’t count the looks I’d gotten on the way in, and it was only about seventy feet from the valet to the desk.

“Here you are, Mr. Thompson.” The young clerk handed Jack two pass cards. His eyes were on my chest, and I knew my nipples were hard after coming in from the heat into the air conditioning. “I hope you and your lovely wife have a nice stay.”

I smiled, flushing. “Thanks.”

Jack slipped his arm around my waist, steering me toward the elevators. Upstairs, he told me to go into the bathroom and change.

“What color?” I asked with a smile rolling my bag behind me.

He sat on the bed, contemplating. “Come here.” He crooked his finger at me.

I walked over to the bed, still getting used to the height of the heels, and stopped in front of him. Pulling me between his thighs, his hands ran up the smooth, bare skin of my legs, under my skirt, squeezing my ass.

“Ready for your vacation?” He rested his chin on my belly and lookied up at me.

“I’m not sure.” I bit my lip. “I still don’t know what you have in mind.”

He smiled. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk out that door. They’ll have to bring in an ambulance with an IV just to re-hydrate you.”

“Really?” I gasped, feeling his fingers working between my pussy lips, seeking the moist heat there.

“But I’m not just going to fuck this pretty little cunt.” He slipped his fingers inside and forced my thighs a little further apart. I gasped and wiggled, feeling speared on his hand between my legs. Then, he moved his fingers, dragging the wetness with him through the crack of my ass.

“I’m going to fuck this hot, tight little asshole.” He searched for and found that soft, humid crease, sliding one finger into my ass, making me moan. “We’re going to use every bottle of KY that we brought and have to go buy more.”

“Are you ready for that?” His finger moved in and out of my ass, up to the first knuckle, his eyes on mine. I nodded, gasping, clenching my ass and squeezing his finger.

“Yes,” I moaned, spreading my legs as wide as my skirt would allow.

“Good.” He grinned and I groaned when he slid his finger out. “Go get changed. Black bra, white panties, black fishnets, and the shoes.”

I stumbled back, catching myself on one of the dressers and grabbing the handle of my bag, rolling it with me into the bathroom. My hands trembled as I pulled out the clothes he requested, wondering at it. The panties were just white cotton with a lace edging and a little satin bow on the front. The bra, however, was a black lace thing that just screamed “whore.”

It seemed a strange combination, but I put it all on, glancing at myself in the mirror over the sink. It was a three-way thing, and I could see myself from every angle as I turned, red curls falling around my flushed cheeks as I made my adjustments.

When I came out of the bedroom, he was naked on the bed, a few pillows tucked behind his head. His eyes lit up when he saw me and he let out a low whistle.

“Where’s the KY?” he asked.

I smiled, bringing the bag out from behind my back. I was more than ready. I tossed it toward him and he caught it, opening the Ziploc bags and fishing out the tubes.

He threw one back at me. “For the bathroom. Leave it on the counter.”

I walked back to the bathroom, still just a little unsteady in the heels, peeking around the corner to put the KY next to the sink. When I turned back, Jack was pacing, tossing pillows around the room. He threw a bottle of KY next to the two pillows on the floor, one on each side of the bed. He put one on each night table.

“What are you doing?” I put my hands on my hips and cocked my head at him.

“Tactical maneuvers.” He looked over at me with a grin. “Reinforcing my supply lines.”

I laughed, shaking my head. He sat on the bed, crooking his finger at me again, and with a sense of deja-vu, I came to stand between his thighs. His hands moved over my hips in the white cotton panties and then slid up to my breasts in the black lace bra, pushing my flesh up until it threatened to spill over the top.

“Angel and slut.” His breath was hot against my belly as he kissed me there, and I finally understood his choice in garments. His thumbs rolled over my nipples through the lace and I sighed, arching my back toward him. He licked them through the fabric, making fat circles around and around.

Slipping my hand through his hair, I pulled him closer, moving forward and sitting on his leg, rubbing my pussy over his thigh. I’d been wearing the panties less than five minutes and they were already damp. His cock was hard, brushing against the lace top of my thigh high as I ground my hips against him-the heat of it was incredible.

I reached down and tugged on his shaft, rubbing my thumb over the tip, making him groan against my breasts with his face buried there. Slowly, I slid down his thigh, kneeling between his legs and looking up at him. His cock was pointing straight at my mouth, as if it knew just what it wanted, and I reached my tongue out for it, licking all around the tip, making it wet.

Jack made a happy noise in his throat, looking down to see himself disappearing into my mouth. I loved sucking his cock, and I knew just what he liked, teasing and licking and even nibbling at first, just at the tip, until he started leaking pre-cum. Then I opened my mouth wide, taking him in as far as I could go, usually about halfway at first, working him deeper and deeper with every pass.

I put my hands behind my back as I sucked him, crossing my arms at the wrists. It was my version of “see, no hands!” and he loved it, grabbing my hair, growling and thrusting, using my mouth and throat for his pleasure. There were times when I could, and did, do this for hours, in various positions, bringing him to a near-boiling point again and again, only to back off for a while, licking his thighs, his balls, his belly, and then starting all over.

Today, though, he clearly had other things in mind, because he grabbed my hair, pulling my lips off his cock. It made a wet pop when it came out of my mouth, and I reached for it with my tongue, whimpering, still wanting that thick thrust in my throat.

“Hungry little slut.” He smiled, taking his cock and rubbing it over my eager lips and tongue. “Is your pussy hungry, too?” I moaned, nodding, touching the crotch of my panties. They weren’t damp anymore-they were soaked.

“I know what else is hungry.” He pulled me to standing. Still wearing the heels, I wavered a little as he stood, turning me and pushing me face forward onto the bed. He spread my thighs wider and then I could feel his hands on my ass, running over the white cotton panties, squeezing the firm, rounded globes of my cheeks.

“You’ve got a hungry little asshole, don’t you, baby?” he whispered, and I moaned when he used his palms to spread my cheeks wide, the panties slipping between the crack. There was something so wicked about it. The shock of it was part of what made it so appealing…

New Release: Falling Down by Selena Kitt

Posted on February 1, 2009

(Some of you might recognize this from a series I started on Lit called “Short Shorts.” )

AVAILABLE NOW!

FALLING DOWN

By Selena Kitt

www.excessica.com

Length: Novel (46324)

Category: Multicultural, Romance

Heat Level: eXcess 4

Price: $4.99

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Lindsey is a bad girl, and she’s determined to stay that way. She’s been called a slut enough to know it’s true, and she’s not ashamed of the fact anymore. She makes it known to every man she comes in contact with that she’s available for the taking—the rougher, the better. When she meets Lieutenant Zachary Davis, she finally finds a man who refuses to treat her like the trash she believes she really is. But can Lindsey change her wayward, dangerous ways and learn to value herself the way the Zach seems to?

EXCERPT:

“Why don’t you stay in the car?” Her mother asked, but the tone wasn’t a question, it was a demand. “I’m just going to pick up your father’s dry cleaning.”

“He’s not my father.” Lindsey pulled at her tube top-this one was red, but she was wearing the shorts, white satin, no panties. Her stepfather was out of town for business and hadn’t been around to put the kibosh on her clothing choices. It was the outfit that she was sure her mother didn’t want anyone to see.

Her mother sighed. “I’ll leave the keys, you can listen to the radio.”

“Fine.” Lindsey turned it up full blast, closing her eyes, leaning the seat back and putting her feet up on the dashboard. The air was on in the car, but the sun was still warm on her bare legs. The seam of her shorts was rubbing between her thighs and it felt good, making her squirm in her seat. She couldn’t wait to get home from “running errands.” She wanted to call Brian and see if he could meet at the tree fort, because she was so horny she could barely stand it.

She thought she might have dozed off. A different song was playing when she leaned up and peeked out the window to see if she could see her mother.

“What the hell is she doing?” Lindsey grabbed the keys out of the ignition and her purse off the floor, storming barefoot across the parking lot. The bells over the door tinkled as she swept it open, finding her mother standing at the counter talking to the owner.

“They’ve lost your father’s blue blazer.” Her mother gave a frustrated sigh.

“No lose!” The man was clearly foreign, trying to explain something to her mother in two different languages.

“Whatever!” Lindsey waved her mother’s words away. “And he’s not my father.” She turned to the kid behind the counter. He was about her age, kinda cute, she noted, and most definitely staring at her bare midriff and long legs. “I have to pee. Do you have a bathroom?”

“In the back,” the kid offered. Lindsey padded after him, leaving her mother and the owner to work things out. He pulled open a door that said: Employees Only.

“Gee, I must be special, huh?” Lindsey flashed him a smile as she turned on the light and tossed her purse on the floor.

“We don’t usually let customers-” the kid’s voice trailed off and he stood open-mouthed as he watched her pull her shorts down and sit on the toilet to pee.

“What’s the matter?” Lindsey pulled toilet paper off the roll and wiped. “Never seen a girl pee before?”

He shook his head, eyes wide and staring between her legs as she pulled up her shorts and flushed the toilet. Lindsey washed her hands at the sink, glancing at him in the mirror. He was still standing in the doorway, transfixed. Plucking her purse from the floor, Lindsey shuffled through and found some lip gloss. She leaned way over the sink to the mirror, up on her tiptoes, rolling the tip of the tube over her lips.

“Uh… I guess I should get back up front…” He cleared his throat, moving to shut the door. His eyes were still between her legs and Lindsey could feel the pull in the seam of her shorts and knew they were riding up between her pussy lips. It all felt too good to stop.

“Or…” Lindsey smacked her lips together, tossing the lip gloss into her purse and turning to face him with a smile. She slid up slowly onto the sink and swung her bare feet. “You could come in, shut the door, and fuck my brains out.”

“I… uh…” His hesitation told her everything she needed to know. Lindsey hopped off the sink and came toward him, reaching past him to shut the door, forcing him fully into the room. His eyes were still glazed, stunned, and he licked his lips as he looked down at her. “I don’t even know you.”

“I’m Lindsey.” She cupped the bulge she knew would be in his jeans. “Who are you?”

“Fred…” His eyes widened even more the moment her hand began to rub at his stiff cock.

“Now we know each other.” Lindsey dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants. “Let’s fuck.”

“Oh my god,” he groaned when she freed his cock and put it into her mouth. She sucked him completely hard, until he was bouncing back up the moment she let him go, and then turned around and bent over the sink.

“You want to pull down my shorts?” She looked back over her shoulder at him.

“Yeah,” he said hoarsely, glancing toward the door with his cock in his hand. “Shit, I could get fired for this.”

Lindsey grinned, meeting his eyes in the mirror. “And my mother’s out there waiting for me. Aren’t we just so bad?”

His hands moved over the silky material, rubbing it between her legs. Lindsey bit her lip and arched against his probing fingers.

“Come on.” She reached between her legs and pulled her shorts aside to show him her shaved pussy. “Just put it in and fuck me.”

He cocked his head to peer between her legs, his hand moving up and down his shaft. Lindsey sighed, reaching her hand back and spreading her lips with two fingers.

“Here, Fred!” She whistled, as if she were calling a dog, sliding one of her fingers into her pussy. “Right here, boy.”

The head of his cock touched her pussy, nudging her finger aside. Their eyes met in the mirror and he frowned, swallowing hard.

“I…” he started, and then cleared his throat.

“Let me guess.” She wiggled back against his cock head, feeling the tip easing its way between her lips. “You’ve never done this before?”

He shook his dark head, looking down to where his cock was disappearing into her flesh. “Got close, a couple times, with a few girls, but…”

“Well just think of the story you’ll have to tell all your friends.” Lindsey went up on her toes and arched back, feeling more of his shaft slip into her. “How for your very first time, you fucked some hot little slut in the bathroom at work…”

Fred gasped as Lindsey reached around for his thigh, pulling him completely into her pussy and squeezing him there.

“Fuck me, Fred!” She grabbed onto the edge of the sink, her eyes bright as they met his startled ones in the mirror. “Fuck me until you cum inside my tight little cunt-and you better hurry, before your boss or my mommy decide to come looking for us.”

“Condoms?!” Fred squeaked, and Lindsey used her not inconsiderable pussy muscles to squeeze his cock hard, making him jerk inside her and eliciting a low groan from his lips.

“To hell with condoms, Fred.” She rolled her eyes, rocking her hips back against him, moving his cock in and out of her wetness. “I can’t get pregnant…”

“But…” His hands went to her rolling hips, his eyes looking down between them, where his cock was spreading her wide.

“Worried about diseases, Fred?” She sighed, slapping her ass back into him, making him gasp and clutch her ass. “Let’s just live fucking dangerously, what do you say?”

“Oh hell!” His eyes closed as his hips began to move.

“That’s right.” Lindsey pulled her top down and squeezed her nipples. “Fuck me good, baby… give me that hard cock.”

His movements were jerky and unsure and Lindsey sighed again, working her hips back into his. Her pussy was swollen and soaking wet, but she knew it would be over far too soon for her to cum. He was already panting and gripping her ass so hard his knuckles were white.

“When a girl tells you to fuck her…” Lindsey reached back for his thigh again, driving him deep inside. “She means it. Now, fuck me!”

He groaned and shoved her into the sink with his next thrust.

“Yeah!” She spread wider. “Come on, Freddie, do it hard!”

Finally, he gave her what she wanted, his hips bucking her against the sink, burying his cock in her to the hilt again and again. Wouldn’t be long now, she knew, seeing his eyes in the mirror. He was watching her tits bounce through half-closed eyes as he fucked her, and she was glad she had pulled down her top.

“Oh god!’ he moaned, leaning forward onto her as he came. She felt the surge and swell of him, a thick pulse inside her tight, wet hole. She bit her lip and squeezed him, slowly, rhythmically, making him gasp and squirm against her as she milked him for all she was worth. She wanted every last drop of his cum.

“That’s a good Freddie.” She tilted her hips forward and felt him slip out of her. She turned and patted him lightly on his flushed cheek. He leaned back against the wall for support, gasping for breath, his eyes glazed. “Now you can say that you fucked a girl… how about that?”

Lindsey pulled up her top and grabbed her purse. Yanking the door open, she peeked around the corner. Her mother was still haggling with the owner! Adjusting her shorts, she strode back out front, past them both.

“I’ll be in the car,” she told her mother on the way by, straight-arming the door…

New Release: The Surrender of Persephone

Posted on January 25, 2009

THE SURRENDER OF PERSEPHONE

by Selena Kitt

Sheltered Persephone, Goddess of Spring, never gets to do anything— thanks to the suffocating love of her mother, Demeter. Sephie is being carefully groomed to follow in the footsteps of the two “virgin” goddesses, Athena and Artemis, and while they sure do have a lot of fun together, she longs for something deeper—and darker. When Aidon, the God of the Underworld—generally known as Hades—appears in his chariot to claim Persephone for his bride, the young goddess gets more than she wished for.

Held captive in the Underworld, she suddenly longs to return to the safety and security of her mother’s protection, but the dark and commanding Aidon binds her to him, claiming her bit by glorious bit as his own. Her coming of age is one of sexual awakening as she learns the bondage her new master imposes fulfills her darkest desires. Persephone finds herself submitting to and obeying Aidon’s command and discovers being taken and consumed in the heat of passion by a man—a god—is what she was truly made for. Persephone can’t deny her own nature, or her growing feelings for Aidon, as she submits to his domination and surrenders as his wife and prepares to rule as his Queen.

As she finally admits her own feelings, Persephone faces the looming specter of her history, which threatens to shatter the newly formed bonds between the couple. She must now face not only her past, but her present, and her future—no longer only the Goddess of Spring, but also as the wife of Aidon and Queen of the Underworld—and the choices she will be forced to make will change the world forever.

Elements: Intense scenes

EXCERPT:

Consciousness returned slowly to Persephone. The bed beneath her was firm but not uncomfortable. Shaking her head to clear the fuzz, she moved to sit and found her wrists shackled above her head. She felt a strain under her arms, in her ribs.

How long have I been like this? She opened her mouth to speak, but her lips felt so dry she could barely part them.

She managed a low moan as a strange, yet familiar face bent over her. It was a dark figure, his cheeks gaunt and pale, his mouth red and smiling. She had dreamed about him. His eyes reflected like large, violet pools, and she found herself transfixed in them. Her breath slowed, her heart’s murmur tamed to an easy, steady beat. He lifted a bottle full of tiny luminous crystals, like glowing sand, and began to open it.

“No, Hypnos.” Aidon’s voice came out of the darkness. “No more. Leave us.”

The figure frowned but stepped back into the shadows and was gone. Persephone strained to see Aidon, noticing her wrists bound but her ankles free. She recalled everything—her abduction, her trip into the Underworld, her desperate run toward the Pool of Lethe to purge herself of her memory. Yet she still remembered…

“Please.” Her voice was a thick croak. “Release me.”

He came out of the darkness to stand beside the huge bed. “How is your head?” His fingers rubbed through her hair and she winced when he caressed a knot there that throbbed dully with her pulse under his touch.

“What happened?”

He frowned. “You fell before you reached the Pool of Lethe. Your memory is intact, although you’ve got quite a bump there. I had Hypnos give you his pain-sleep until you were healed.”

“How long have I been here?”

His fingers trailed down her cheek. “A day…no more.”

“Please, I’m begging you. Take me home to my mother.” She implored him with her eyes, but he didn’t see her pleading orbs as his gaze swept over her body, uncovered against the black velvet bedclothes.

“Do you know what you look like, lying here?” His finger traced the velvet around her body, not touching her skin. She shook her head, feeling her hair brush her cheeks with the motion.

“The brightest jewel in my kingdom.” His smile was determined, almost cruel. She shivered as he continued, “Did you know I own all of the riches below the earth? All the gold, the silver, the diamonds…they all belong to the ruler of the Underworld.”

She shook her head again, not trusting her voice. He knelt beside her and she saw he was naked. Swallowing hard, she looked up to his face. “You shine brighter than any diamond. I had to have you, Sephie.”

Persephone closed her eyes, shaking her head and feeling tears slip down her temples. Shocked by the weight of him next to her on the bed, she stiffened. His palm stroked the skin of her belly, neutral ground between two sensitive poles. The warmth of his hand was like a brand, setting her skin afire.

Persephone sought to distract him and perhaps delay the inevitable. “Water. Please, Aidon.” He reached out and retrieved a chalice, lifting it to her lips. She drank greedily, the liquid spilling down her chin.

“Easy, now…” His eyes lingered over the droplets on her throat.

She tilted her head, indicating she’d had enough. “Thank you.”

“Now, try this.” He reached for a second chalice, this one containing an amber liquid, and held it to her lips. She took a hesitant sip, then closed her mouth and turned away. The liquid burned her throat. She made a face, coughing.

“It’s an acquired taste.” He chuckled.

Her thirst abated, she felt warm, though her head felt a little fuzzy again. “Can you untie me?”

“I don’t think so.” He shook his head, his admiring gaze running up the slope of her arms raised above her head. “Only a falconer knows when it’s time to untether the falcon.”

She looked at him, tears brimming. “Where can I go? I’m in Hell.”

Aidon frowned and then sighed. He reached above her head and untied her arms. She groaned, rubbing her flesh to let a little feeling back. They tingled and throbbed as they came back to life.

“Thank you.”

Aidon lifted her hand, kissing the marks on her wrists from the binding. Persephone watched him, his tongue flicking the inside of her wrist, making her shiver. Her skin was as soft and delicate as papyrus and she bruised very easily. Their eyes locked and his glowed a deep, warm amber in the darkness, something she hadn’t noticed before.

“It hurts…” She rubbed at her wrist. His hands swallowed her forearm as he massaged her. He bent to kiss the inside of her arm up to her elbow. Persephone’s breath came faster as she observed him. He pressed himself against her, tracing her mouth with his finger, his eyes following the line of her lips.

He kissed her lightly, licking the corner of her mouth. “You taste like liquid sunshine.”

She giggled and blushed. He kissed her again, his tongue pressing between her lips, tasting her more deeply. Persephone pushed against his chest with her hands, fighting his passion, but it was a useless gesture. He slid his leg over hers, the weight of him crushing her.

“No!” She turned her head and gasped for breath, twisting beneath him. Her refusal made him rougher and he took her wrists in his hand, lifting them above her head as he sucked at the tender flesh of her throat. She felt the hard heat of his manhood against the soft flesh of her thigh and she shuddered, struggling for her freedom.

She willed herself to hold still while he tongued his way to her breasts. His mouth covered her delicate pink nipple, sucking hard. She arched her back, moaning, and she felt him smile. He let her wrists go so he could fill his hands with her breasts, kneading them, pressing them together.

Persephone held her breath, her eyes scanning the perimeter of the darkened room, looking for the hint of a door. She glimpsed a large bowl brimming with fruit on a table next to the bed.

His tongue traced circles down her belly and she opened her legs for him. He looked up at her in wonder, and she smiled. Grabbing her hips, he breathed in the scent of her before leaning in to taste the sweet nectar flowing between her legs. Persephone whimpered, ignoring the thought that she didn’t want this. With his tongue moving there, she forgot everything. When his finger found the entrance to her heaven, she remembered, and found her strength.

Persephone’s legs had all her leverage and she used them, planting her heels against his shoulders and pushing hard. She didn’t succeed in moving him, but her body launched upwards on the bed. Rolling to the side, she bolted in the direction where Hypnos had disappeared. She heard him behind her as the handle slid in her hand. Locked! She turned, breathless, frantically searching for another exit. Then Aidon was upon her, his eyes blazing the color of fire.

He caught her arm, twisting it behind her and pressing her hard against the door. “Don’t move!”

Contest WINNER!

Posted on January 23, 2009

Congrats, Kat Wojcik, you are the winner of my “Happy Birthday Contest.”

You win a copy of Quickies!

Let me know what format you’d like, and I’ll send it via email.

Congrats again, and thank you everyone for the birthday wishes and sharing your thoughts on “quickies!”

Happy Birthday Contest from Selena!

Posted on January 22, 2009

That’s right…it’s my birthday. I’m thirtymumble…

Actually, that’s the last year I can say that. Mr. Kitt asked this morning, “Next year, will you be 39a? Then 39b?” *grin*

I’m considering it!

So, in honor of my birthday, I’d like to give you a gift.

My new release is all about the “Quickie” - whether it’s a fast read, or a fast… well… something else that starts with “F”…

So, what do you think of quickies? Frenzied and hot? A waste of time? What?

Whether the story is about a quick encounter of the erotic kind or it’s just a fast and furious read, here is a pulse-pounding twenty-five story anthology, promising to take you on a headlong express to ecstasy.  Join Selena Kitt on a swift, delightful ride, from stories of heart-racing sex in elevators or across office desks or in dressing rooms, to the impatience and excitement of the first time experience - you’re sure to have a blissful ride on the these racing rapids of erotica!

Just leave a comment below and you’ll be entered to win QUICKIES, a copy of your very own in whatever available format you choose!

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