Just Socks

A week until Valentine's Day! Let's crank it up a notch on my blog and post a bunch of sexy, steamy stuff as we get closer to this holiday of love. Some word art, some poems, some pin-ups, some cards, stuff like that.

First up is a story quickie, a bit of erotic fiction for you:

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Just Socks

"Just socks?" he asked.

"Yup," she said. "Just socks. The floor's chilly."

She crossed the room. Slender legs rising to her tight ass. Muscles working on her back. Her brown, wavy, long hair.

At the bottom of it all: socks. Black and gray argyle socks. She looked vulnerable and cold out there. Much different than the wonderful warmth of under the blankets. Their heat was trapped by several layers of blankets, topped by a supremely soft and thick comforter. Underneath was a warm oven. Much too warm to venture out in the chilliness. Even though the heat was on in this cabin within a wintry retreat, and low flames still danced in the fireplace, the rest of the room was surely chilly compared to the oven under the blankets.

"You certainly look cold," he said.

"Of course."

She bent down at the mini fridge. Bent down lower than was really needed. Showing off the beautiful curve of her ass. She stood up with the champagne bottle and filled her tall glass. Then went to the fireplace and stood facing him. Her full, gorgeously naked front. Her back to the dancing flames of the fireplace. She took a sip of the bubbly.

"It's kinda nice," she said. "Goosebumps popping up all over my skin. Nipples nice and hard" Her fingertip touched a nipple and rolled it slowly in a circle. "You're just gonna have to warm me up."

"I love the sound of that."

She took another sip. Her fingertip dipped into the champagne flute, touched the liquid, then touched her nipple. Did the same to her other nipple.

"Just adding a little flavor," she said.

"Mmm," he said. "Sounds wonderful."

She nodded, playing with her nipples for a minute with her eyes closed. Then back to the bed, setting the champagnes flute on the nightstand and slipping under the covers with her back to him. He slid right against her and discovered her warm ass and back. His cock nestled right between her butt cheeks. A warm, cozy embrace for his cock.

"Mmm," he purred. "That feels amazing. I thought I was supposed to warm you up, not the other way around." He hugged her with one arm over her, squeezing her body tightly, feeling the chilly front of her.

Her ass wiggled against him. "Never said I can't warm you up, too. Are you complaining?"

He laughed. "No way. It feels too fucking good." He gently squeezed her breast. "Just like these feel really fucking good. And I'm looking forward to tasting these." He gently rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "But not yet. Not with your ass so nice and warm."

"That's not the only thing that's nice and warm. That cock's pretty warm, too. And it's getting bigger. What's going on there?"

"It's all about you, babe. It's ready for round two."

"I love the sound of that," she said.

"Wasn't that my line?"

"Sure was. When you promised to warm me up."

"And it's a promise I'll deliver."

He lifted her leg a little and pushed his cock inside her pussy. A change from the warm cleft of her ass to the warm wetness of her vagina. She moaned as he slid into her, and his hand returned to her breasts.

"That's the best way to heat up that I can think of," she said in a low voice.

He moved softly, slowly, sliding in the warm glow of her pussy.  "Mm-hmm. But I need to taste that champagne on your tits."

"Oh, you will, babe, you will. I've got a glass full of it. Plenty more to put on my tits. Don't worry, I'll get on my back and you can taste all you want. But this feels too fucking good to move now."

"Hey, aren't you stealing another line? Didn't I say your hot ass felt too fucking good?"

"You sure did. Now shut up and keep doing that. Keep doing it just like that. Your cock feels amazing."

He kissed her neck and kept right up, softly pushing into her warmth and massaging her breasts, agreeing with her, imagining her standing in front of the fireplace to warm her ass so that his dick could feel that amazing heated skin, and he felt he wanted to make love to her for hours just like this, wonderfully and beautifully, and making each other warm.

Yielding No More

Man, it's cold out there! Winter has arrived in a big way, from lots of snow in the Midwest and Northeast United States last week -- and now to a new front bringing freezing cold. "Some of the coldest weather in decades," CNN reports.

So please, please, please be careful out there!

In this weather, it's seems like a good idea to me to stay indoors. So many activities to be done in the warmth of home rather than venturing out in bitter cold temperatures. Watch a good movie or TV show. Have a nooner with your lover. Read a good book. Read a good short story.

"Huh? A short story?" you ask. Sure! A short story certainly won't take up your whole day, but that's part of the appeal of them. It's a few bites of enjoyment, rather than a huge feast that takes hours and hours to eat.

This wild winter weather reminds me of one of my erotic short stories: "Yielding No More." In this story, a huge, blinding snowstorm arrives to an area and brings traffic to a halt on the highway.

Stuck in the traffic jam, two strangers meet. One of them -- Patrick -- has run out of gas, so he asks the driver of another car if he could join her in the car to simply warm up. Relying on the kindness of a stranger, if you will. The driver -- Ellen -- is definitely cautious (as anyone would be!), but then she lets her guard down as she warms up to the charming and funny Patrick. And then, they head to the backseat and find a way to heat things up without using the car's heater.

This is, after all, an erotic story. Hot things are going to happen!

An excerpt from early in the story:

     This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. Cars are supposed to race merrily along the highway, wheels blurring in forward progression, yielding to cars from entrance ramps, and slowly curving onto exit ramps. The whole flux of the highway has gone screwy. We’re yielding no more.
     Snow falls so heavily, I wonder if it will ever stop. As it accumulates on the windshield, I get the sinking feeling of drowning in a frozen lake. A worse death I can’t imagine. First you hear the ice crack, then you slip through, plunging into teeth-clattering cold water, lost in the darkness, pounding on the unyielding ice ceiling, tiny bubbles fluttering from your unheard cries for help.
     But that’s bullshit thinking. I crack the icy silence. “I wish I had some cards. We could play some poker. You could whip my ass and take all my money.”
     Ellen frowns at me. “Poke her? I don’t even know her.”

Then a second excerpt, a bit later on in the tale:

     “How hot is it?” she asks, becoming a more rambunctious audience.
     I peek at her. She has a little grin. But her peepers are closed. Good.
     “Oh, it’s hot,” I answer. “Ferocious hot. Tropical hot. Heat pounds into our skin. Sweat drips from us.”
     She sighs.
     “What’re we wearing?” Her voice is soft.
     “Um, I’ve got on black swim trunks. And you’re wearing… um… a bright red swimsuit.”
     “I don’t look good in bright red. Wrong skin tone.”
     Grrr. “Okay, not red. Silver, then. Yes, silver. It glitters in the sunlight.”
     “Bikini or one piece?”
     Uh-oh. In a month-long second, I try to figure out the consequences of either answer, and end up deciding to go for broke. “Um… bikini. So you can feel the sun on your stomach. But I’m not looking at you. My eyes are closed. Shut as tight as a bank vault.”
     “Why aren’t you looking at me?”

This erotic short story, which has 5,073 words, is intended for adult readers only. You can get it at Amazon for Kindle and at Barnes & Noble for Nook. It's only 99 cents!

This story is included in my collection, Orpheus Rising: Erotic Stories of Hooking Up, along with 5 other stories. Also available at Amazon for Kindle and Barnes & Noble for Nook. At $2.99, you'll save some cash rather than buying all the stories individually.

Plus, there's more reading in the collection to heat things up for you in this crazy cold! Stay warm and be safe and sexy!

Steamy Ebooks

Did you receive a Nook or Kindle under your Christmas tree?

If so, I bet you're either already stocking up and downloading books or thinking of ones you could download. The selection awaiting you is enormous!

And if you enjoy hot, steamy stories, there are also lots waiting for you. The very popular Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy if you like some tying up. Beyond this popular trilogy, Amazon lists a ton of titles in the erotic romance department if you like the love and bed-romping intertwined.

If you like sensual fiction, I have a collection of short stories you should try. Orpheus Rising: Erotic Stories of Hooking Up, as the title suggests, tells of strangers becoming much more than strangers by getting hot and intimate. It's not a huge gamble by costing only $2.99 for six short stories. They run the gamut from a cowboy on a ranch in Wyoming, to a romance novel writer in New York City, to a painter feeling frisky after being a human sushi tray, to two models posing for a book on the Kama Sutra, to strangers caught in a massive traffic jam in a snowstorm, to a woman meeting a blind violinist, who's passionate music she adores.

This ebook is available at Amazon for Kindle and Barnes & Noble for Nook.

Or, if you would like to explore a fantasy of public sex and partner swapping, there's my novella The Strathmore Club. This is a fictitious club where members do their club activities (swimming in the pool, golfing, volleyball, etc.) in the buff -- and they also swap partners. Very hot stuff! This ebook also costs only $2.99. You can get this ebook at Amazon for Kindle and Barnes & Noble for Nook.

I wish you hot and sexy reading!

Saving Callie's Christmas

Here's a sexy Christmas story for your reading pleasure. I recently published the erotic short story "Saving Callie's Christmas" on Amazon for Kindle and Barnes & Noble for Nook.

What's it about? Lend a kind ear, dear reader...

Callie Skeffington, of New London, Connecticut had been good for so many years -- until she took a turn for the naughty in the week before Christmas. Naughty was Callie the night she tried anal sex with her boyfriend, Kyle Baxter. And with that, Callie jumped over to the bad list.

However, Callie Skeffington has a champion in the North Pole. Rayen the elf goes to Santa Claus to plead Callie's case, in letting her off this time and removing anal sex from the no-no rules that breaking one lands you on the bad list.

Santa gives Callie a chance and instructs Rayen to tell Callie not to partake in anal sex until after Christmas is over. Rayen is delighted to, as he has a thing for Callie and wants to try anal sex. His wife Livvy isn't interested in anal sex, and she's not thrilled about her husband going down to see this good girl turned bad.

Will Rayen cheat in order to sample this unexplored territory? Find out in "Saving Callie's Christmas!"

A sneak peek under the story's dress in the beginning:

Rayen frowned. “I don’t have anything against anal sex. You know that. But it puts her on the bad list. For the first time in, like, forever.”
     “Are you sure you don’t have anything against it?”
     “Yeah,” Rayen said defensively. “I’m up for it, but Livvy’s not.”
     “She doesn’t know what she’s missing. You want Kimi to talk to her?”
     “No, no. Let her be. She’s got her comfort level. Gotta respect that.”
     Noll pointed at the screen and said, “Looks like she’s pushing her comfort level. Or pushed for her.”
     The two elves watched the action on the monitor, where Callie Skeffington of New London, Connecticut was taking it up the ass. In no uncertain terms. Bent over in the doggy position, she held her bed’s cherry headboard like her life depended on it. Kyle Baxter, also of New London, cautiously pushed his cock into her. Underneath them, the quilt that Callie’s grandmother made seemed like it belonged to a different era. 

And then a bit later in the story:

     “Did you like watching me and Kyle doing it?”
     Rayen gazed down at his thick black boots. “Um, it’s part of my job.”
     “Yeah, you said you’re in surveillance. But did you enjoy it?”
     Images of the love scene replayed in his head—as they had often done since he and Noll had stared at the sexy action on the monitor. Kyle pumping, the arch of Callie’s back, her face turned upward, her mouth open and moans coming out. Kyle: “You feel tighter this way. Nice and tight, baby.” Callie: “I wanna be your whore. Your cock feels good in my ass. Oh baby, fuck me with that big cock. Fuck me in my ass.”
     The elf shook his head to clear it of those taunting pictures. He looked up to take her in. The real Callie Skeffington of New London, Connecticut—not an image on a screen. Hands on her thighs, sexy little ruby nightgown. She had been a beacon of goodness. Years and years on the good list. Now a beacon of hotness. A tempting sight of sweet exploration in a heretofore unexplored territory that beckoned to him in its no-no rule wickedness and its promise of a pleasure he hadn’t felt yet.

This short story (8,166 words) is a work of erotic fiction meant for mature readers only. Any resemblance between the characters in this story with persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Model on the cover image is from stock photography and is used for illustrative purposes only -- inclusion on the cover is not meant to imply model’s involvement in activities described in this story.

I wish you happy reading!