The Bluest Sea! It's Here!

Hey all you readers of erotic lit.... my ebook, The Bluest Sea will truly be released on April 19, but you can actually pre-order by going to Breathless Press website. Order now so your book will be there early to awaken your hidden desires and yearnings. I think you will like what you read! In fact, I can guarantee you will LOVE it!!!

Porn and the Married Woman

I know what you're thinking. Why would a married woman have need of sexy literature, pornographic movies, and a plethora of playthings? Why indeed? The quickest answer I can give is this: because all of those things are fun! Must there be an analytic answer for every pleasure? I say "No!" Welcome to the real world of married women, and I certainly don't mean the Brady Bunch mom, or the world of our own married moms. Speaking rather audaciously for all married women, there is a reason why "Fifty Shades of Grey," became an all-time bestseller. There is a reason why I wrote my ebook, "The Bluest Sea." Because women, of which married women comprise a large number, LOVE  erotica AND porn! They like it cause it's fun. And that fact is all you need to know.

The Bluest Sea & Toys Deluxe

Yes, here is the cover to my soon-to-be released book, The Bluest Sea. I am not sure of the exact release date, but it will be soon. We are in the final rounds of editing and Breathless Press has been amazingly fast with responding to any and all things related. I think that this book is fun and filled with adventure.  For those of you who have been to the Caribbean, it will be wonderfully familiar and for those of you who have not been, it may motivate you to plan a trip!

Anyway, please stay tuned and I will post the release date soon.

Other info for the interested: Amazon.com is an excellent place to purchase toys. You can order them in the privacy of your home, they deliver quite fast and they are way, way cheaper than purchasing them at any adult store!

Btw, these toys come in quite handy (no pun intended) when your libido is soaring, like mine has been since I've been swimming 3x a week and exercising like crazy. Try the little silver egg! It packs a powerful hum...if you get my drift.

Happy times to all!

My Ebook

So for those of you who are interested, my ebook, The Bluest Sea, should be out soon. Things have been moving along quickly as far as editing. I had to provide detailed descriptions of the characters and the surrounding environment as well so that the cover artist would have an idea about how to present the book. It has been an eye-opening process, all of it good, and I could not have chosen a better publisher to go with than Breathless Press. My editor has been amazing!

Stay tuned and I should have the cover up for everyone to see within the next month or so. In the meantime, here is a snippet from the novel that I hope you will enjoy:

"I’ve heard of dominant/submissive relationships," she whispered, "but I don't know how they work."

"Well, to begin with, you just need to be quiet and follow my lead." Mark reached over and grabbed a tuft of her thick hair, pulling her forward and then around until her back was to him. With his other hand, he clasped her waist and with one swift motion, he tore off her tiny pajama shorts. He pushed three fingers roughly into her pussy. His thumb remained on her clit, rubbing it up and down. "No panties? You little precious slut." Mark's whispered words were like heated ice melting down her body. He yanked on her hair, pulling it back so he could cover her mouth with his.

He pushed his tongue deep into her throat moving it slowly, sensually as if he was teaching her how to suck his cock. Just as she was beginning to relax into the deep, suggestive kissing, he yanked her hair again, pulling her head away from his mouth. Leah knew this was his way of withholding pleasure from her. He would be the one in control.

As he released his grip on her hair, he withdrew his fingers and pushed Leah forward onto her hands and knees, hips raised in the air. She could feel the hard ground beneath the tent's floor, and her knees stung. The pain increased her pleasure and anticipation. She could hear Mark unzipping his shorts, then felt the tip of his cock rub up and down the length of her clit. Leah moaned softly. 

My New Ebook Adventure

Well, I did it! My novella, The Bluest Sea, was just accepted for publication by Breathless Press! I was just informed of this last night so I really have not had a chance to absorb all of the surprise and delight this brings me. I do see that some people have discovered this blog, so I am even more motivated to see the rather longish production period yield a great ebook. All of this attention to eroticism makes me also wonder why I am giving my hard (no pun intended) writing work away for nothing. This means, dear reader, that I will end the novel I started on this blog with the last chapter I worked on. I think it may have been chapter five so you will have to wait until my first novel is finished and THEN I will finish up the novel on this blog and submit it for publication, as well.

This does not mean that I will abandon this blog. On the contrary, I will probably be posting more than ever! I want to make sure The Bluest Sea becomes a hit with my readers! So, stay tuned and check in often for updates! Could the end of this year be even better? I doubt it; I was nominated for a Pushcart AND offered an ebook contract. Oh, happy days!

Part II, Chapter 5: The Harlot's Story

Lily Hamilton sauntered across the market square, an empty basket firmly held in both her small hands. She was 15 years-old this very day and yet, she thought, angrily, "Here I am searching for ribbons and such!" It was 1730. The country was England. Lily's mother, Helena, had roused Lily quite early that morning, and with a curt reference to her birthday, had ordered her to the market downtown for ribbons. It was October and the chill of a bitter winter to come made its way through the loose floorboards of the ruinous apartment that Lily's mother had secured for them. It was all she could afford.

Lily's mother had not always been so poor. She had once been connected to a fine family. Helena, whose birth name was really Betty, was one of the family's handmaidens. The son, William, a lazy young man who fancied himself a great painter, had plucked Betty right up as soon as she had arrived at the family's country estate in the midlands of Southam. Though only 15 herself, Betty, and William, who was 20 at the time, had engaged in lascivious behavior. Betty who had somehow not gotten pregnant, was still thrown out of the house by the master as soon as they were inevitably caught. William died of the cholera and Betty, whose reputation was ruined, could find no work as a servant in any of the country estates surrounding Williams' parents. She eventually made her way to London and began prostituting herself. During the course of her dangerous lifestyle, she had been raped three times. The third was when Lily had been conceived. Though Betty abhorred her own fetus, the thought of abortion frightened her more. She had seen other prostitutes bleeding to death from self-induced, botched abortions.

Lily had been born on a freezing February day. There was no one available to help Betty, so she had had to reach down and pull the baby from her body with her own hands. Somehow she had managed this without any amount of sterilization. At first, Betty would not look at the baby, so certain she was that it would die. Wrapped loosely in a small, thin blanket, the baby wailed and wailed. Betty who was nearly unconscious from pain and bewilderment, lay through the night just staring at the flailing baby. She was hoping it would die. By morning, however, the baby had drifted off into a heavy, exhausted sleep, and Betty soon fell asleep as well. When she woke,  she was drenched in milk that overflowed from her breasts, and startled, Betty looked over at the infant laying next to her and saw how it was watching her. Betty stared back into the deep blue eyes of the child and was simultaneously enraptured and enraged. She could not comprehend how the child had managed to live, nor could she understand how healthy her own body felt. It was as though their deep sleep had been induced by an outside source. Swaddling the tiny girl tightly in a fresher, warmer blanket, Betty picked up the infant gently and drew her to her breast. The infant latched on as if she had suckled a million times before and Betty's milk flowed and flowed. The infant grew plump and lively with each passing day and Betty named her Lily because of her pale skin and thick, black hair and dark blue eyes. Indeed, she looked  like a rare, exotic flower. Sometimes Betty would just stare at Lily. Lily seemed ethereal and Betty sometimes even wondered where she had come from. Betty's skin was dark and blotchy with skin cancers, her eyes a muddy brown. She was short and chubby. She had once been quite pretty, but the years of prostitution had taken their toll.

Betty often tried to remember the rape that had produced Lily, but as hard as she tried, what came through in memory was distorted and vague. Eventually, she stopped trying to remember it at all. She found herself content and proud of her daughter. However, so corrupted was she by her own life, she did not hesitate to force Lily into prostitution, as well. She knew the Lily would fetch a pretty penny because Lily was lovely to look upon. Indeed, whenever they went to market, men would turn and stare at Lily with hungry eyes. At thirteen, Lily lost her virginity to a paying client of her mother's and since that time she had been sold numerous times. Lily was already jaded by life and saw no way out of the wretched state her and her mother were in. However, her mother, to her surprise had brought home a painter just the other day who did not want to sleep with either of them. Instead, he wanted to pay good money and provide them with a new place to live in order to sketch both of them. His name was William Hogarth and the piece would be entitled, "A Harlot's Progress."

So, on her 15th birthday, Lily was sent to the market to buy ribbons to adorn her hair and cloth so that her mother could fashion both of them new gowns, as well as tea, scones, and apples. This was with the money that the painter had given them as an advance. As Lily made her way to the corner bakery to fetch scones, she felt eyes following her. However, she was used to this. Turning to sneer at whomever was ogling her, she came face to face with a swarthy,  breathtakingly handsome man who was dressed like a prince. He held out his hand and said quietly, "Hello, my name is Alejandro Nunez, and I am here to save you."

Chapter 4: The Second Cumming

The elevator stopped on the 15th floor of the hotel and May Rose followed Alejandro as he walked swiftly down the deathly quiet and empty hallway, his long strides and solid footfalls punctuating the silence. May Rose looked around for someone—anyone, a maid, a bellhop—but there was no one about. They walked the entire length of the hallway until they came to the very last room. As soon as Alejandro flung open the door, May Rose understood why the entire floor was deserted. This was the most luxurious suite the hotel had to offer. The floors were tiled with Italian marble, the bedding had a soft, plush, feathered down comforter thrown across it, the bathroom had a jacuzzi, and the living room had Tiffany lamps. Alejandro opened the snow-white Hunter-Douglas blinds and May Rose gasped as she peered through the window that overlooked the entire city, and opened to a space nearly just an arm's-length away from the Arch itself.

"It's so beautiful," May Rose breathed.
"Ah. Yes." Alejandro said agreeably. "This is the finest there is in this otherwise awful city. Myself, I prefer European cities, to your ... what do they call this one? The 'Gateway to the West' city?"
"Oh, you are just a snob," May Rose said turning to face him. As she turned, she felt a rushing of wind across her face and heard a muffled sound of voices, as though her ears were clogged. She shut her eyes because she felt the same sensation she had felt down in the lounge. It was a strange, light-as-air feeling, as though she was flying.
"Open your eyes, my pet," Alejandro commanded, and May Rose opened her eyes obediently. She heard bells and smelled garlic and wine. She whirled around to the window that she had just been peering through minutes ago and the Arch was gone! The entire city was gone! In it's place was the city of Madrid. As May Rose tried to comprehend what had just happened, she heard the voices of Spaniards and below the window she saw the cobblestone, narrow streets that characterized nearly every European city.
"How .... what?" she stuttered and as she turned to face Alejandro, a dark memory washed over her.
"Welcome home, my love, my passion, my heart..," Alejandro whispered as he took her in his arms and  beginning with her cheeks, his lips moved slowly down the length of her body, between her breasts, to her belly that he had exposed by pushing up her dress, then down between her thighs to her neatly shaved and equally exposed pussy. His tongue worked its way between her labia and May Rose moaned as he lifted one thigh in order  to probe deeper into her now very wet hole. His tongue was hard and hot and he plunged three fingers in with it so that she was wondrously stretched. Her hips jerked in a circular motion and she cried out as a throbbing orgasm ripped through her cunt, made its way up her thighs, and up still further to her nipples. But Alejandro was not done yet. Lifting her with both her thighs, he forced her to hang on with all her strength and he pushed her up against a wall and roughly penetrated her. His heavy, thick cock would not be denied entrance and it tore through her tightness and he plunged and plunged until May Rose felt a second orgasm rising through her. Her clit was swollen and ready again and she yelled as she felt the familiar searing heat of his cum squirt far up inside her. She opened her eyes at last and remembered everything now. Alejandro was an incubus, and her daughter, Lily, was his spawn, which made her one of them. As she gathered her thoughts together and felt Alejandro release her, she caught a fleeting glimpse of long, black hair disappearing around a corner of the room.
"Lily!" she cried out and there suddenly before her was her daughter.
"Hello, mother," Lily said. As May Rose looked into her daughter's eyes, she did not see a four-year old girl. She saw an ancient soul, a soul who had lived many times and kept returning. She felt herself sinking to the floor, then, all was blackness.