I tend to pen very wicked blogs to go along with my blurbs and I enjoy giving you a thought about passion.
As an erotic writer, I enjoy using props in my works including sexual toys, ropes and chains, floggers and whips and luscious delectable foods and beverages. And I don’t simply mean for normal consumption! No, I enjoy using both in a passionate manner, allowing my characters to really kick up the heat in and out of the bedroom. As you’ve already heard from another fabulous Rebel Ink writer – the kitchen is no longer just for cooking, unless you mean the sizzle between lovers. Granted, using the island for a little bit of playtime is a scintillating thought.
I’m lucky enough to be asked to serve on several panels at the Fandonfest 
convention, being held in July in Louisville and topics are all over the place. Most are what I would consider mainsteam or suitable for any audience, but some have been created with a more creative erotic bent and they have moved the discussion to late at night and for adults only. Here’s one of the panels that was created for me because of discussions I’ve had with the programming director:
Edibles and Accessories in the EroticScene: Sometimes bringing in some outside elements can make an erotic scene sizzle, in any genre. This panel will explore various accessories, along with some "show and tell", and a discussion of the usage of edible items, to help you find the ingredients to make your scene scintillating. This special, extended panel will be part of the later evening programming, for our adult audience!
Now doesn’t that sound like a truly wickedly fun evening? So what am I talking about with edibles? Close your eyes just for a moment and remind yourself that every fantasy can come true if you simply use your imagination and perhaps a few treats that just might be lying around the house. Just you and your man have the weekend and the house to yourself. The snow is softly falling outside. A crackling fire is roaring in the stone fireplace and you have nowhere to go. As the soft strains of Kenny G flutter throughout the living room, you ease your lover down to the soft pelt of the bearskin rug, placing a basket full of goodies just out of reach. You’re wearing the silky new Victoria’s Secret baby doll in his favorite color.
He has no idea what to expect as you show him the silk scarf only moments before wrapping and tying it around his eyes. “No peeking,” you warn. You push him down and slowly open the ice cold champagne, allowing the tiny pop to permeate the room. Pouring two glasses, you take a sip before tipping the glass, allowing a trickle of the golden liquid to cascade down his chest. Before he has time to react, you lean over, darting your tongue out to lick the tangy bubbles. You scold him as he reaches out to touch you and repeat the sinful move, savoring the combination of his 
delicious musk and the fresh brut.
Moments later, you open the jar of raspberry jam, his favorite flavor and dip yours finger inside. Scooping up copious amounts with two fingers, you begin painting zigzag lines down his chest and across his hipbones. As you move between his legs, you enjoy nibbling and suckling the tasty creation as he wiggles and squirms. Mmm…now doesn’t that give you just a few very naughty ideas?
From honey and whipped cream to peanut butter and chocolate, you can create a feast for the eyes and your mouth. I don’t think there is anything more passionate or quietly exciting than sharing something so sensuous between each other. Stores carry everything from edible undies to flavored body gels, but why not use what you have in your refrigerator and cabinets? And of course you’re going to get very very sticky. But think about chapter two – a hot steamy shower complete with a little nookie perhaps?
Let's take a little taste of a current release about a very real Maintenance man in the building where I work. He's hot and tall and carved and yes – chocolate in flavor. Tell me what you think.
How far would you go to save your company from closing, perhaps finding inspiration in a naughty elevator ride?
Blurb
Jessica Brown had a daunting task, save her failing company, Dreams for Your Future Advertising. Unfortunately she had one shot to do it. Delicious Foods had tapped her small company for a campaign for the hottest selling condiment in America, Peach Bliss. The only trouble? She hated the sticky mess and had no slogan. As she ventured into the office one early morning, her fantasy man, and one she had never been able to approach, stood between her and the elevator, tempting her. Eric Gammon was chocolate in flavor and a sculpted God. He also was responsible for the maintenance on her office building and unattainable. Or was he?
Against all rationality, she blurted out her feelings. Stunned, he followed her into the lonely elevator and stopped its movement. Trapped, they explored a taste of their combined pent up desires and planned for the future. Using Eric to experiment exactly what the dazzling syrup could be used on, she garnered a wicked idea. Re-
energized, Jessica tackled the account with flair. Everything was going smoothly until she realized that Eric’s ex, Stella, was none other than a top executive of Delicious Foods. Undaunted, she was more than ready for the tempting presentation involving an over heated room, some melting ice cream and a bit of the bubbly. That is until she realized Eric had lied and was going back to Stella. Crushed, she rallied and won the contract easily, but had she lost the man of her dreams?
EXCERPT
Jessica slid down the hall pretending to act cool. Act was the operative word. Whew. She held back a growl, scolding herself over her ridiculous behavior. Silly little girl. Jessica was thirty-eight years old for God’s sake. Why was she acting like a schoolgirl with a high school crush? Jessica attempted to hush the little voice that cackled in the background and shrugged off feelings of being terrified and walked past him without looking down.
But she said it.
“My, my Eric. Anybody ever tell you you’re the best damn looking breakfast eye candy a woman could ask for? You’re dreamboat fantasy good enough to eat with a spoon.” If she hadn’t been holding her entire life’s work smack in both arms, Jessica’s hand would’ve flown to her mouth after she raced toward the exit. What the-? Oh shit!
Now she had to run. Fast. Away. Anywhere. But her feet felt like they were stuck in quicksand.
And then she heard it, Eric’s voice rumbling with way too much sex appeal. “What did you say?”
“Nice day.” She cringed and flew past him a little too quickly. Surely Eric knew she’d said something altogether different. Oh golly. To her credit, Jessica didn’t squeal like a scared child and she didn’t run. Stupid girl!
“Really, what did you say to me?” Eric’s voice was low and husky, his natural baritone holding a dark sensuous quality. With a purposeful glide he moved closer, crowding Jessica’s shivering form.
Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit! Jessica turned toward the doors, punched the button to call the elevator and fought cursing out loud. The damn steel enclosure wasn’t sitting on the bottom waiting like it was every other day. She cringed and closed her eyes. “Come on,” she whispered. Holy shit! She was in so much trouble and she knew it. She felt the heat of his breath slicing across her neck forcing a shiver to trickle down her spine.
“Miss Brown.”
“Jessica!” Why did she say her name? Come on damn you elevator. Open up!
His hulking frame slid even closer, now barely inches away. “Jessica. What did you say to me?” He voice breathed whispers of steamy air across her shoulders.
She couldn’t quite tell if Eric was angry, incensed or turned on. His tone was a little lower and a lot huskier but had she really heard him say much before this other than a few questions about the building? Either way, her legs were shaking and her panties were soaked. There was no mistaking the wild erotic scent of her famished need. Jessica refused to turn around. “What?”
He shifted behind her.
Damn if she didn’t feel him, all of him near her. He was rock hard. Oh fuck! Thank God the doors opened and Jessica stepped inside so quickly that she almost dropped on of the computers. Forced to turn, she slammed her hand on the button for her floor and backed in several steps, blinking furiously.
But his massive hand stopped the doors from closing. “What…did…you say to me in the hallway?” Eric kept his hand on the door, halting the elevator and the scorching look on his face showed, pure…unadulterated…lust.
Jessica almost melted into the floor but instead she looked up into his eyes. Her heart fluttered as her nipples scraped painfully against the lace of her bra. The ache in her pussy pressured her to clench her muscles. Being in tight confines with him was too intense and she knew without a doubt he wasn’t going to let her go anywhere without hearing exactly what she’d said. Suddenly her mouth was cotton dry. It’s now or never girl. Throwing caution and most of her sanity to the wind, Jessica closed her eyes and repeated her words. “I said…I asked…did anyone ever…tell you…that you were…the best looking breakfast eye candy…a girl could ask 
for? Fiery hot?” There. She’d said it. Hurrah! Holy fuck. She looked away completely embarrassed and utterly on fire.
Eric stepped into the elevator, keeping his hulking frame just inside the doorway and remained quiet as he glanced down at the length of her beseechingly slowly, his face laced with lust.
The entire world heated up ten, twenty, possibly thirty degrees. A flush rose across her neck reaching to the edges of her cheeks where her dampened locks fought for control. Terror of the unknown forced her to wish she could take back her words and transport herself to another moment in time. Moment? Try planet. Jessica could see the cold steel of the dentist chair slicing into her back during a particularly nasty little procedure. Then there was being strapped open wide at her OB-GYN’s office. No, that wasn’t a good one either. A car wreck maybe? This is silly girl, you’re a woman and he’s a man. What’s wrong with…
“Oh really?”
Just then the doors closed and they were alone. Eric took one step forward and time stopped. For a solid minute she thought he held it in his hands. She could barely breathe. She took short pants as her blood sizzled and she watched his movements carefully, hoping.
Eric glanced away for a long second, and then placed his maintenance key into the small lock on the elevator wall and turned it. As if with purpose, the elevator stopped with a jolt.
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