Friday Release!!

I'm so excited about Forbidden Fruit being out that it's all I can talk about today! Head over to Cheyenne Blue's site to join in the release party and don't forget to stop through Amazon to pick up a copy for some weekend reading. Happy Friday everyone!

The Great Calf Caper of 2014

In the tradition of WTF Wednesday, starting last night when we had two cows calving, checked them later and one cow’s calf was nursing on the other, who was in active labor. The Spousal-Type Creature and I traded meaningful looks across the fence, threw up our hands, and decided to leave them to it and sort it out today. Especially since it was getting on dark, the Offspring was tired, and the cow who was in the middle of calving is a rampant bitch. We expected two or three calves, but Dad reported four untagged calves with no idea who they belonged to. So we will get it straightened out at some point, but until then, the tradition of WTF Wednesday remains intact.

Now to the fun stuff…

I love lesbian sex. I love writing it, I love reading it, and there was that one time right after college...

Anyway not important.

The reason I'm excited about lesbian sex is because Forbidden Fruit: Stories of Unwise Lesbian Desire edited by the fabulous Cheyenne Blue and published by the wonderful Ladylit Publishing will be out on Friday!! I’m so excited about this anthology—the authors are wonderful, the stories are tantalizing, it’s just been such an amazing experience to contribute to this collection! It’s available for pre-order now, for the special launch price of .99cents. You won’t want to miss the great value in this superhot read!

Okay, and that was my allotment of exclamation points for the month…lol.

But seriously, it is a great collection, and it is wonderful to be included, and it’s a terrific price for the quality of the storytelling. The blog tour starts Friday also, so be sure to follow along and hear from your favorite authors.

Now then, last thing, this weeks WTF Wednesday Weekly Dose of Smut was inspired by Alison Tyler’s Flash Fuck Me blog. I’ve always enjoyed flash fiction, especially as a way to work through emotions or capture situations that feel like they have no other context at the time other than this brief moment in time. After all the threesome conversation last week, I was inspired. Anyway, enjoy!!

Recommended Reads

There's a lot of hot erotica out this summer. (Have to confess, I only just made it through Fifty Shades, but these are actually good, I promise.) Some reads I've really enjoyed so far are:

• Twice the Pleasure edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel
• Voracious edited by Violet Blue
• Best Sex Writing 2013 edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel
• Girls Girls Girls by Lynn Lake, Jaye Raymee, Sadie Spiller

Looking very forward to reading:

• Duty and Desire 
• Fairy Tale Lust, both edited by Kristina Wright

If you have suggestions for erotica, please leave me a comment. :)

Keep smiling, it makes them wonder what you’re up to. 

Rosa Erotica

Booty Called

She hooks her arms over my thighs and jerks me toward her. I’m spread before her, legs splayed, cunt pulsing with need. She runs her tongue up the center of my cunt, hard, demanding, and comes to rest on my clit, which she teases, making me writhe.

Tell me you love me, tell me you want me, that voice in my head begs. I shove it away. She won’t say that and I won’t beg.

She flips me over and finger fucks me from behind, hitting the spot she knows will make me come. And I do. I come hard and fast, soaking her up to the wrist in my desire. She sits back on her heels, smirking and satisfied, but moves to hover over me, presenting her sweet pussy to me, so I might pleasure her, while she reaches back to make me clench and sigh again.

It’s always like this. She calls me on her terms, always hers, usually late at night when she hasn’t found a satisfactory partner. She’s no good for me, I know that. But regardless, I still pick up the phone, still answer the door, still yield to the teasing pleasure of her mouth. She never asks me how my day was, or how exams are going. Once she picked up a textbook, thumbed through it, and asked, “So, what, are you going to be some kind of doctor or something?” I nodded. “Psychology. Positive psychology.”

“Okay, then, doctor, tell me this,” she paced toward me like a strip tease, confident and sensuous, removing her shirt in a way I never could, but on her was crazy-sexy. “How positive are you that I can make you come harder than you ever have in your life?”

I saw her once, in the stacks at school. She was flirting with a bombshell blonde, the type in pink sweaters who’d been a high school cheerleader. I knew for a fact that this girl was seriously smart too. They were holding hands in their study group, smooching. And when the group tired of their antics, she lead the cheerleader into the stacks and from the familiar sounds I could picture all too well where her hands were, her lips, and I crossed my legs and ground my teeth in agony. When she called me that night, of course I answered the phone, of course I answered the door, but when she entered and pressed me against the wall, I didn’t respond.

“What’s going on with you tonight?” she said.

“Who’s the blonde?”

She gazed at me through wide eyes.

“I saw you today.”

She stroked my hair, then moved away to drink out of my wine glass. She wasn’t looking at me. “You don’t think she means anything to me, do you?”

And the unspoken question that hung in the air: Do I?

But I already knew the answer to that one.

And she still made me come harder than I ever had in my life.

From: wikicommons