2019 Roundup

I’m not really sure how to summarize 2019. In my personal life, I may as well quote one of the best developments in that personal life: “2019 – that escalated quickly.” On the bright side, I’ve had a wealth of new experiences and some exciting plans for the future. On the dimmer side, I’ve had a wealth of new experiences and have to make some plans for the future.

(Three things I can wholeheartedly recommend: antidepressants when your winter blahs feel worse than blahs, therapy appointments to talk about burnout and other important considerations, and dating a service submissive. The last for reasons far beyond mental health – although that might be a factor too? ;D)

In terms of writing, I like to think I crashed into 2019 with a bang and left with another bang, and here’s to hoping 2020 will be the same!

“Fearless” in Best Lesbian Erotica of the Year, Vol 3

When she was naked, Jenny always felt more powerful—paradoxically untouchable. It was almost as good as being transparent, like sunlit air, like water. She felt strong enough to say, “So… you want to do this?”

Smiling, Tessa reached for her.

“I know.” Blushing, she continued with her apology: “But…this? We could try another day.”

“I think we’ve waited long enough,” Tessa said. “I have.”

“Guessing Game” in Erotic Teasers

“I mean, it feels personal. I’m not sure if it is. Which is weird, right? Not that I don’t enjoy your company,” she added. “I like hanging out with guys. But women, too…”

Roland nodded. “Would you like to get a drink?”

“Sure.” Marisol smiled, but five minutes later she was frowning into her beer. “It’s just a guessing game, I guess.” A grimace at the echo. “But how did I get to be twenty-seven without knowing if I’m lesbian or straight?”

“There are other options,” Roland said.

She looked at him across the table. “Yeah. And it’s even more of a guessing game how people will react if you bring that up.”

“Well.” He tipped his glass toward her. “My boyfriend, my girlfriend, and I all fall on the continuum.”

Her eyes widened. Then her mouth did, showing teeth in a grin. “You have both?”

“They have me.” Maybe it was the beer, maybe it was the brightness of her smile and what it did to his heart jumping in his chest, but Roland decided to go all in. He pushed back his shirt sleeves and raised his wrists to show her.

“Like a Flash Flood” in Escape to Pleasure: Lesbian Travel Erotica

“Yes,” Kim said cheerfully. “I know what it looks like.” Rosa heard the smile in her voice as her girlfriend led the way in. “It’s called a slot canyon.”

Rosa was too dry and breathless to speak. She fell back a few steps to take it all in—yes, the two masses of rock, rusty peach and rose-brown whorls that looked almost soft in their undulating erosions, swept like the spread of full thighs, coming together, parted by only an intimate gap that led deep into the distance. The image had a certain crude yet sensual resemblance.

Also, in this position it framed a great view of Kim’s ass, the way it pressed her shorts as she strode right in.

“Not Quite an Antidote” in The Sexy Librarian’s Dirty 30, Vol 3

Without breaking the kiss, Bela stepped forward, pushing Faon’s body against the wall, and her body against his. His touch continued to rove, a hand at the small of her back pressing her nearer. Clutching his hips, Bela shifted her pelvis, starting to rock and rub.

His moan could almost be taken for a snarl of pain. It didn’t alarm her, but Bela slowed her movements, and then Faon was turning, bringing her with him. She reclined, her shoulders to a storage compartment, and lifted her legs to wrap around his. It brought her groin against him again, the friction sending heat radiating through her mound. And there were his hands holding her under the thighs, so close…

She had to keep rutting, her body singing at contact with his, even though she knew what it was doing to him. But Faon met her with his own blunt thrusts, angling his mouth to meet hers, the kiss messy and interrupted by their panting.

“I want you,” he told her. “So much it barely matters if it kills me.”

Bela jerked her head away so sharply it knocked the metal door behind her. Faon frowned, his hand rising too late to cradle her skull, but she searched his copper-brown eyes for a deeper, more dangerous emotion than concern for her comfort.

He had developed a squint after thousands of hours welding everything from bulkheads to weapons arrays across the ship and on the attack shuttles. She wondered what he thought about all day, if his mind had time to wander. If he was careless enough to let it. Her own tasks among the strategists kept her occupied, at least distracted. Only for a few moments every few hundred hours could she be like this, letting her mind go free, her body take over…

Her body…

“We didn’t win our freedom just to risk your life for this,” she said.

To Have and To Hold (Currently available on Amazon, including through Kindle Unlimited)

“Maybe you should stop trying to make sense of my kinks,” he says, smiling.

“Yeah, maybe I should.”

With some reluctance, she takes her hand from his ass and leans over the side of the bed for her suitcase. He takes the items as she hands them up. The lube, the packets of gloves and condoms, and then the double-headed dildo. It’s in a marbled blue pattern that reminds her of the ocean. The “flesh” color didn’t match either of their skin tones, too pale for hers and too dark for his, and actually, she likes that this one doesn’t look at all realistic. What about any of this is realistic? She’s married, to James, they’re on their honeymoon, the view outside her window looks like a postcard, and she’s about to fuck him just as he wants her to.

Claire leans over him as he spreads his legs, opening a space for her, exposing himself to her. She lifts his balls, already high and tight with his erection, and looks at him. He shivers, a tremble working its way up his thighs and turning into a wiggle along his hips and spine, as if her examination is overwhelming.

“You look good,” she says. “You’re so turned on.” One gloved finger runs along his cock, tracing a vein. “You don’t need to be shy.”

She actually can’t see a lot, his modesty protected by shadows and a little dark, curling hair. In itself that’s sexy to her. Claire has never thought of herself as the kind of person to be turned on by despoiling virgins, but there it is.

Lovely Boy (Currently available on Amazon, including through Kindle Unlimited)

As his soaked collar wilts against his throat, Tobias mutters, “Hey. Look.”

“Believe me, I’m looking.”

“Okay.” He licks his lips. “I can—if there’s anything you want—”

Laughter makes him blush, his head baking with embarrassment and adrenaline.

“Listen. I’m trying to talk about—to offer you a, a ransom or something—”

“I know.” Gloved fingers stroke his cheek, cool and dry. “I know.” Softer; the laugh is gone now. “But why would I want anything but you?”

The heat goes from his face and pools under his stomach, pulsing, throbbing. Tobias breathes in hard. That voice and the laughter run down his spine; as if they’re replacing the fluid inside it, he goes numb and limp for at least a full second. He’s reached surrender.

“The Way Home”: Free Halloween Flash fiction

“Not sure if you remember us,” she said—to the empty shoulder, to the air around them, to the sense of someone listening that filled her. “We were last here fifteen years ago.”

“It’s our tenth wedding anniversary.” Around the bouquet, Ethan’s right index finger stroked the gold ring on his left hand.

A Halloween wedding. They’d included handfuls of trick-or-treat candy in the favor bags. Both their moms had just been glad they chose gold and red for colors, not black.

Well, Gabby always had been a bit goth. She did lose her virginity with a ghost, after all.

 

“The Solution” in Dancing With Myself (Re-released by SinCyr Publishing)

 

And coming in 2020:

“The Passion of Her Sleep” in Mystique: Gay and Lesbian Fantasy Romance

“Route 34” in Rule 34, Vol. 2

 “Did you ever have a girlfriend who worked in a garage?”

“Not that I recall. Or a boyfriend either.” Her fingers over mine and her fingers on the wheel both tapped a staccato message, a bit jaunty, a bit embarrassed. I was remembering her crush on Charlize Theron after that Mad Max movie and wondering how many layers it had.

 

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A last reflection on 2019…hmm, lots of pegging. Lots and lots of lovely pegging. Oh yeah, in the stories too…