Naughty books, that’s my stock in trade. Fun to read and even more fun to write. Really the ultimate escapist fiction. Perfect, always satisfying sex with an ardent and skilled lover. who is never too tired to be interested. Yes, fiction indeed but such a wonderful interlude from reality.
I will be popping in and out all day, so if you have any questions about writing naughty stories, ask. 🙂 I love this job and do enjoy talking about it.
If you’d like to know more about me and the books and stories I write, see: www.madeleineoh.com
About my new release: Three Short Stories is a total leap into fantasy. Each story features a fantastical and totally imaginary lover, who is incredibly skilled in ways not mere human could possibly achieve. It’s such fun as a writer to let the imagination go off in incredible directions.
Here’s a sample: In this story, Sally the heroine, takes a walk into the Welsh hills and falls asleep by the side of a lake, Or does she? Was her lover a mythical being from the deep waters of the lake, or a wild and delicious dream?
He pulled the straps off her shoulders, pushing down the cups so her breasts spilled out and he smiled with satisfaction.
“Such abundance,” he whispered, “such glorious beauty.”
Admiration, while appreciated, darn well wasn’t enough. All this was doing was arousing her more and more, until her breasts ached, caught as they still were in the edges of her bra.
“Hang on.” She reached back and unhooked her bra.
He stared as she caught it and took it from her, frowning as he turned it over. “Why do you wear this thing?”
A question she’d often asked herself. “So I can take it off.”
He laughed. “Better without it.” As if to make sure, he tossed it over his shoulder.
* * *
The Pillywiggin knelt, pulling her closer to him. Her legs spread wide by his knees. She tried to sit up, but he held her down. “Be still! This is my domain. Here, you are mine!”
Before she could come up with an appropriate response to such a blatantly overbearing comment, he bent forward and put his mouth on her quim.
Now she almost did rise off the ground. His mouth was magnificent. First he gave her sweet, gentle kisses covering her sensitive flesh, as his hands cupped and caressed her breasts. Just as she’d decided he could do this forever, he slid his hands down over her belly, parted the folds of her vulva and eased a finger inside. She was wet and ready and wanted more than a finger but oh, that one finger worked wonders: stroking, penetrating, curling inside her, igniting a line of heat and need.
“More,” she demanded, not caring who heard. “Please, more!”
“Oh, yes,” he replied, with a hint of a chuckle, as his mouth came back down again. He lapped her slowly, setting nerve endings tingling, as the tip of his tongue found her clit. She let out a shout and a sigh and a long, drawn-out moan. As his lips tugged her clit, his hand slid up her body, back to her breasts. His fingers played her nipples, his lips drew on her need and her hips rocked of their own volition.
* * *
He closed his hands on her forearms and with gentle pressure, raised her to her feet. Water ran down her legs and belly as he opened his fingers and his webbed hands stroked her breasts and skimmed over her rib cage. Their eyes met. He smiled. Closing his strong hands around her waist, he lifted her. She gasped, the breath catching in her throat, as he lowered her onto his cock.
She was impaled, filled. She whimpered and sighed as she tightened herself over his erection.
Now it was his turn to groan. As his eyes gleamed from dark to pale gray, she caressed him with her inner muscles. He gasped, as if close to climaxing, but took a deep breath, easing her off him a moment before driving back with renewed force. Sally cried out, as he penetrated deep to her very depths, stirring wild sensations, holding her close as his hips pistoned with his mounting passion.
She tightened her legs around his waist, wrapping her arms about his wide shoulders, pressing her hips into his to bring him even deeper. She was past reason, beyond thought. Nothing mattered but his cock, the wild gyrations of his hips and the touch of his webbed hands.
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