When I was asked to join Midnight Seductions Authors at the start, I was honored that some of the folks in this industry thought I knew something about writing and brought a unique voice to their vision. Come four years (or was it five?) later my career has taken on huge growth, and new responsibilities.
Since the start of this blog I've had (and still have) two radio shows on Radio Dentata, pulled together over 100+ years of writing experience in erotica via WriteSEX, become an agented author with not one but two agents, and started my own erotic romance line at Sizzler Editions. I am in charge of about 13 authors now and that number will slowly increase.
author site as much and quite frankly, there's enough promo on this blog that I'd get lost in the shuffle. I'm not really adding value here at Midnight Seductions any longer but I've enjoyed my time. This is a great group of writers with a varied audience.
I hope some of you will continue to read me, my past posts and continue to support our lovely Midnight Seductions Authors. Especially since I wrote a story about one of them. You can find "Taken Unaware" at Amazon and when you open up the first page to read the story about said woman whose shower was interrupted by a very sexy and dashing stranger, only to be seduced into fucking him while he remained unseen...you'll know which MS Author it was.
Hell, I'll even share an excerpt.
The door clicked. Dee didn’t bother to look up. “Rory?”
She started to turn but a hand yanked the shower curtain back while another covered her eyes.
“Rory?” No. It didn’t feel like his touch. The pads of the man’s fingers were rough and his touch was gentle with a hint of aggression.
Startled, Dee’s arms went to cover her breasts. “Who are you?”
Still, no response.
Screaming wouldn’t do any good, no one would hear her. Rory wouldn’t frighten her, especially after their last argument about sex. “This isn’t funny!”
“Who said it was?”
The voice was deep and masculine yet it held a hint of a foreign accent.
Unable to recognize the voice, Dee began to panic. She fought with her emotions to remain in control. “Who are you and what do you want?”
“Turn around, and you’ll see.”
She sighed, “Fine.” Dee turned and faced the wall while the stranger’s hand remained in place. “Happy?”
She felt his gaze burn into her body.
“Not entirely. I meant for you to face me, but,” he whistled, “not bad. Now,” he cleared his throat, “please understand I mean you no harm.”
She scoffed and threw her head back in mock laughter. Of course a rapist would say that before he attacked his victims. Serial killers said shit like that all the time! “Sure. I bet you say that to all the women you intrude upon.”
His voice remained soft. “I only talk to women when they’re as beautiful as you.”
She spoke dryly, “Charmed. Now what do you want? I have no money. I have a basic bullshit job and my husband will be here shortly so if you’re on about something, get it over with.” She hoped irritation and the mention of her husband would frighten the stranger.
He cleared his throat. “I’m here to show you how much fun your body can be, if you’ll let me.”
The whispered voice across her ear sent a shudder racing through her. Dee had never experienced such a sensation until hands wrapped around her bare waist. “I’d never let a man who wasn’t my husband touch me.”
A finger trailed down her spine. “Oh but I beg to differ. I watched you earlier today and saw the carefree way you carried yourself. I saw the way that sundress clung to your curves. A woman who wasn’t confident would never walk the way you do.”
She shivered against the stranger, felt large fingers spread out over heated skin. Her nipples beaded into tight peaks, yet fear coursed through her. She spoke in a hushed whisper, “What do you mean? Who are you?”
“An admirer,” he purred. His voice hummed along the line of her body and sent signals straight to her pussy.
She should be frightened but the hints of sexual promise subdued any rational thoughts.
His hands cupped her breasts and weighed them. Thumbs brushed over the nipples.
Electricity arced through her. She fought her body’s reaction and cursed herself for the obvious betrayal. “I’m not amused.”
“No,” he nuzzled her neck, “I could see that based on the lovely points of your large nipples. Now,” he lowered his mouth to her neck, “you smell so divine. I wish I could know your name.”
Trembling against him, she felt the press of his erection throb against her ass. He was rather well endowed, much like Rory but would he hurt her? Hell, they were already in the bath together. “Why do you want my name?”
His lips brushed against the crook of her neck and nuzzled her ear. “Because a beautiful woman like you deserves to be on the lips of every man who is willing to take you to the heights of sexual ecstasy you deserve.”
More electricity raced south, moistening her swollen lips. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Sex can be dirty.”
The throaty sound of his laughter echoed in her ear, tickling her. Goose bumps appeared on her skin. She moved one leg forward, swirled water with it.
The stranger’s hands shifted slightly on her breasts and his hips bucked gently against her ass. His thick cock nudged her. “That’s the point. You’re so soft. So pretty.”
At least he didn’t sound creepy. “How did you get in here?”
“The door was open.” Eyelashes fluttered across her skin.
She shivered at his sensual touch and cursed herself for her body’s betrayal. “Who are you?”
He voiced his response while nuzzling her neck. “If I told you that, you might refuse me. I can tell you who I’m not.”
“Fine,” she braced her hands on the wall and leaned forward with her legs spread. She couldn’t stand the violence but she could cry afterward about it. “If you’re going to rape me, get it over with.”
A hand slapped her ass. Pain jolted her in a way that felt odd. She started to turn around but a hand on her head stopped her.
He growled low, “I’m not a common thief nor do I treat women as objects. I’d never do that to a beautiful woman. I’m not scum. I’m a seducer. Not a heathen.”
“Some might confuse the two.” Her voice held a dryness most men would find distasteful.
“Ah, so they might.” He laughed again, the throaty sound resonating against her skin. “You’re so wet I’m betting.”
“How would you know? We’ve never met. I’ve…” Her voice quivered. She stopped short. This stranger had no business knowing her fiancé was her first lover. Rory wasn’t a bad lover either, just dirty.
“I’m guessing, my dear.” Lips trailed heated kisses down her skin over her back. “Such a beautiful waist and such lovely dark skin beg for a man’s touch.” He drew his mouth down along her spine while his hands slid over her ribs.
She shivered against him, pressing her ass against the firmness of his chest. “If you’re not going to rape me then I want to see you.”
Those long lashes fluttered along her skin and over her round ass. “I cannot allow that. If this were rape, you’d have my face. I can tell you I’ve seen you decided I needed to please you.”
Again another shudder forced her body against the cold tile while breath caught in her throat. He was doing things to her she didn’t understand, didn’t think she was supposed to like. The thought made her cringe at how horrific she was behaving
Memories of her upbringing filled her head as heat flooded her core.
His thick fingers dug into the soft spot of her thighs.
Dee wanted to resist. He swore he wouldn’t rape her, so he obviously thought she’d give in willingly to his seduction.
He didn’t know Rory called her a cold fish on occasion. When he wanted other sexual positions or to try different, more adventurous things she’d decline without reason. “Those things were for dirty, bad couples. We’re normal.”
Yet here she was, leaning up against the wall in the bathtub while a strange man pressed his lips along her body and told her she was beautiful. What the hell was wrong with her?
His teeth nibbled along the underside of her ass.
Her breath stilted in her throat. Hands pushed harder on the tile. Her legs stiffened and swirled more water around them.
Deft fingers parted her pussy lips.
She looked down to see the thick digits tugging lightly at her. Her lips formed an O and air left her lungs when those fingers slid inside.
A wet tongue pushed its way into her puckered asshole.
She squirmed against the fingers and tongue as sensation washed through and overcame her disgust.
The stranger’s tongue thrust in and out, mimicking his fingers.
Rocking gently back and forth against the rhythm of his mouth and fingers caused tightness low in her belly that she’d never experienced before. Was this an orgasm?
No. It couldn’t be and even if it was, it was wrong.