WRENCHED excerpt from Celeste

The double doors to my suite loomed in front of me and I pushed them open as a crushing pain skewered my body rendering me of all hope. Home. Hell. And I collapsed on the bed and closed my eyes, lifting the neck of my shirt to my nose to smell Istvan’s cologne which clung to the fabric. A deep ache for him washed over me like a tsunami. Memories, all I had left were memories, wild, erotic, passionate memories and I knew it wasn’t enough. Tears leaked from my eyes and the sobs wracked my body and I gave up, not knowing how I could free myself from this prison again.

   “Stop, stay right there,” I commanded and he halted kneeling between my ankles toward the end of the bed. I loved admiring his body. It was perfect, wide shoulders that narrowed to his waist, the soft dark hair that covered his chest and sculpted abs that trailed down to his beautiful, wide, long cock. Lust flowed through me as I leaned on the headboard, naked as he, devouring the sight before me. He was pure male, surprising me with his inner dominance and I ached for him inside me, stretching me and filling me to my core. He grinned at me, clearly my thoughts and needs were being expressed on my face.
   “What do you want Celeste?” His voice was low and sultry, caressing me. I was so bold with him. Uninhibited. The word ‘no’ had yet to be spoken between us, as he wrenched me with him from one intense sexual moment to another and here I was greedy for more.
   “Stroke yourself for me. I want to see you come.” The words thrilled me as I spoke them knowing he would comply. My request turned him on as his cock started to rise and get harder as he held my eyes with his then he settled back and gripped himself.
   “Like this?” He asked already knowing what my answer would be as his dark brown eyes filled with desire.
   “Yes.” I swallowed hard and broke eye contact to watch him. He stroked himself for me, long and slow from base to tip and I was riveted by the seductive image of him. I’d never watched man touch himself, stoke himself, orgasm. He cupped himself with his hand letting his touch slide up his shaft and thumbed the head of his cock glistening with liquid. I wanted to taste him, have his juices on my tongue and a small chuckle from him broke my intense thoughts.He moved his hips into his fisted grip and a small moan came from him as he increased the pace. I tried to take everything about him, the sounds of his breath catching as he brought his need higher, the flexing of his muscles and throb of his cock in his hand as he gripped himself tighter then he locked his eyes on me. A laser of hunger washed through me adding to the drenching ache between my thighs. He groaned softly and his body tensed and the walls of my sex ached wanting to receive what he was about to give.

   “Celeste,” he said my name and my eyes went to his. I moaned out loud at the unadulterated craving in his gaze and his free hand cupped the back of my leg as he pulled me toward him. My ass now rested against his knees and as my thighs fell open before him. He hadn’t quit pumping his hand over his thick shaft as he leaned over me, fisting his other hand in my hair and I felt the heat of him touch my outer lips, “I’m going to come on you.” He whispered and caught my mouth possessively as I moaned against him as he pressed the tip of himself into my pink flesh, rubbing my hard nub. I melted at the sensation of our sex touching and his commanding words. His finger and thumb opened me wider as he knelt up, using the friction of my clit to bring himself to orgasm.

   “Look at me,” he demanded as I opened my eyes.
I ached, I wanted him, buried inside me. I wanted to come as I saw his body tense as he groaned and closed his eyes briefly as his hot juice pulsed out onto my slick pink flesh and he slid to my entrance and watched himself spurt and fill me. My breathing was ragged and the feel of him coming on me made me groan in pleasure. His mouth found mine again, his tongue diving in and mine followed his as he sucked and licked my lips then his hot kisses trailed down my neck.
“   Your turn baby,” his words scorched my skin. “Touch yourself and come for me.” My hands were buried in his thick wavy hair and trailed down his arms as a wave of anticipation and excitement rolled over me.
   I dropped my hands to my breasts as he watched me roll my hard nipples between my fingers and cup my breasts. “Pinch them hard Celeste.” Oh fuck, he was going to make me come with just the sound of his voice and as I pinched my nipples tight and moaned. “Pull them,” and I obeyed completely turned on by the look in his eyes as he devoured me with his gaze. “Again,” he demanded and I arched my back and moved my hips forward to feel him hard again hovering over me. I’m not sure if the sound I made was a begging whine or groan of lust I just wanted release and let him play me as I pulled him into my essence with every caress and touch of myself.
   His hands stroked my sides, the curve of my waist and cupped my ass, squeezing and rotating my hips upward so I was spread out out before him and he moaned at the sight of me, then slicked himself in our juices and rubbed my seam with his swollen head. I gasped when he pressed against my tight rose hole and rocked his rigid heat between my ass cheeks. “Touch yourself Celeste,” he commanded and a frenzied need for release burst through me as I closed my eyes fingered myself for him. Our sounds and moans blended and every time the head of his cock rubbed my tight hole I pressed to it and I heard his voice tug at me. “Bury me where you want, when you come,” and I quit rocking my hips when the tip of him notched my ass. Oh god, I was shaking with need and he invaded me with the bulb of his cock, jammed two fingers to my core and I fucked him, plunging him into my ass as I thumped against his touch at my core. I couldn’t get him deep enough inside me. Everything exploded within me, as I was surrounded with the high of my electric orgasm, filled both ways as I pulled on my clit hard, crashing and reeling, surrendering to my body and need, only topped by feeling him hard inside me pulsing his orgasm after mine as I trembled and screamed in passion…

   My heart was racing, my pulse beat within me as I shuddered from my climax. It was dream, a replay of us together and my physical reaction was the same as the first time as I shamelessly surrendered to him. I swear I could smell the scent of his sex, the taste of his kiss. I craved Istvan. The loss of him overwhelmed me, he strummed my body, gave me pleasure, made me ache with wantonness, beg for release and his kiss spread the deepest passion to my soul, while his body shared all his decadent lust and rapacious needs. And I loved it, his kiss and touch, they way his voice talked to me before, during and after our couplings. The reality hit I was alone, more lost than ever with a huge gaping hole inside me. A scream filled my mind and ears as I purged the pain of my soul in the darkness of my hell.

Read more about Istvan and Celeste in WRENCHED an Erotic Novel

Book Review… Fantasy Bar & Grill Trilogy

Fantasy Bar & Grill by Michelle Hughes

This series was a treat. I enjoyed reading all three books. Ms. Hughes gives her readers a little bit of everything in this series. Zoey, the sexually inexperienced but very business capable young woman who gets tossed into a new job, via her BFF with four smoldering hunks.

Ms. Hughes writes these characters well and if you had read any of her books know she loves the virginal heroines and high emotional conflict. One thing she does very well as Zoey, gets tossed onto a tropical island with her four bosses and her “second” sexual experience.

I have to say if you ever wondered about a menage of three or more, Ms. Hughes has written these erotic scenes with the focal point being the woman. She tosses in everything thing from BDSM, spankings to toy play. Very sexy, very involved and I enjoyed the books immensely.

Five stars for entertainment value. This trilogy was a great way to burn a few hours under the guise of “working” while playing.

Petite mort part two


Petite mort part two

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


Just words


                             Petite mort

She was a portrait of beauty.
Her love was locked away, waiting for the perfect man and the gentle embrace.

She asked me. Was any kindness or good left in me? I told her. Some men need to swim in shit and sin. Can’t feel alive unless buried in warm and new flesh. Being drunk and yearning for new highway and place. Some men do want love, a large house and a woman waiting. I have been in shit so long. I don’t know if I know any kind of peace or salvation? You are too pretty and kind. Men like me, want the Long Island ice tea, whiskey kisses and the slow dance. Just the petite mortal. Just release of the little want and need that is left.
She smiled and laughed. She told me…

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Preview of BED MANNERS

Kindle, Bed Manners, Erotic,(1)Shoot me now!

You know I’m all up for a little kink, who isn’t? It’s hip, trendy and says, well really I don’t know what it says…the least it says, is the hottie you hooked up with pirated a copy of the latest erotica movie and now thinks he’s an expert. I like the tease, the anticipation and coming, hard orgasms that blow my mind. The problem? No one has blown my mind, since I lost my friend with benefits.
Let’s take last month’s hookup. We’ll call him Bob. Brutish Bob. Of course he looks good, six foot, 175, killer blue eyes, blonde hair, though he misses leg day often, cause his upper body is almost out of proportion with the lower. But the package looked nice enough, so why the hell not.
I was up for some fun. Hot make out session on the sofa, clothes littering the hallway way, this was looking promising. When he asked if he could cuff me to the bed, my wet sex clenched with excitement and I thought ‘fuck yeah’.
So the neanderthal, tosses me on the bed, pulls out a pair of heavy duty law enforcement Smith and Wesson cuffs, then puts his whole 175 across my body to snag me to the wrought iron head board. I swear to GOD, every bit of air went out of my body! Then he used his elbow to lift himself up, ON MY BOOB! You know that muscle on the back of your calf, the big one. I don’t know what the fuck it’s called but I do know if you are going to adjust a woman’s body, do not grab it with your ham hock hand and pull. And that was it. I was done. He never knew what hit him when I said to uncuff me and let me go. A girl can only take so much agony in the name of sex. I still have a fucking bruise on my tit.
Men, please get it together.
If you’re heavier than a partner don’t squish them under you when hooking the cuffs to the bed, walk your ass around. Learn the landscape! And Smith and Wesson is great for jail cell, not the bedroom. I swear that international bestselling erotica author is going to kill me before I find the diamond in the coal mines of England.
And a note for Brutish Bob, you are so lucky I didn’t use real name in this blog post. Don’t forget leg day.
Signing out for now,
Gallivanting Gena


“Are you even going to tell me one thing about you?”
“I’m not a natural blonde.”
“Ahh,” my hand traveled up her thigh to cup her mound. “This I already know.”
“There’s nothing interesting about me.”
“Not true, I find you very interesting,” and I slipped a finger into her layered lips searching for the prize hidden within as she gave a soft sigh.
“You just want to get laid again,” she whispered moving her legs apart to give me more access.
“True. But I do want to know more about you. You’re more than an easy lay. Tell me something I don’t know,” and I pinned her against me, pressed my fingers to her core and she gasped at the sudden invasion.
“There’s nothing,” her breath rushed out of her on a moan as I quickly slid my fingers from her and back in to her core again with her answer receiving the same throaty sound completely turning me on.
I kissed her roughly and whispered in her ear. “That’s a lie, Celeste and liars get punished,” and I roughed her lips with mine and plunged her core again, “Tell me one true thing or admit you’re a liar.”
A decadent devil in me rose up, the idea of her round bare ass over my lap made me instantly hard. I rolled her over, trapped her legs between mine and bent her over my thigh. “One true thing or confess you’re a liar.” I demanded as I yanked her robe off and stifled a groan at her round ass perched in the air as I held her hands captive with one of mine, then lightly smacked her ass sliding my fingers to her core. She was drenched, soaking wet. Her breathing changed as she tried to move into my touch. I wondered if she would hold out on the one thing, just long enough so I could spank her ass, or if she truly was a liar.

Read more about Istvan and Celeste in WRENCHED

10 Things a Man Wants to Hear

My feeds are filled with things a man wants to hear.

Advice thrown around by Cosmo and Cracked and whoever else is plying a writing trade with slicked up images over at Buzzfeed to assist “helpless” women understand men.

So darlings, I’m here to clue you in on a what a real man wants to hear…


This simple word opens the door to all things. It’s submissive, dominant, supple and slick with heat and emotion.

Real women know this because a Real man only asks a question, especially in bed with one answer in mind.

The answer is YES.

Simple and easy.

If you can’t say YES.


World’s Worst Indie Author Blog(ger)

No lie, it’s not that I don’t love writing. I do. Blogging escapes me. Really, do you want to read every thought out of my head? No, you don’t trust me. It’s scary in there, dark…full of people ranting and raving waiting for their story to be told.

However I will try on occasion to titillate you with something fancy in the glorious vein of authorness-authorites-divadom.

I can’t promise this blog will be fabulous, even though I am Ab-Fab. But I will post snippets of stories for you preview, hot sexy men and women and try to get over the fact I completely suck at anything technical concerning webpages, blogs and design. There’s people for that. I pay them. (Buy my books so I can buy better minions).

Yes that is a shameless plug.

Surprised? Don’t be. There will be more for myself and authors I love to read because truly, what is a friend if they don’t share their books with you? Dump them, you need new friends. Trust me on this one.

Until tomorrow then…or next week.



P.S. One sexy hottie was added to this post