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Thursday, September 11, 2014

GIRLS' AFTER PARTY (Thursday Taster #21)


My taster for the week is a continuation from last weeks taster. It is also a juicy bite of "Chocolate Desire" the first of a three part A Cougar's Legacy series. It is due to be released very soon. Watch this space and enjoy the taster.

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#10: GIRLS' AFTER PARTY

The door had barely shut behind then when Cynthia hugged Marie-Claire from behind, and then spun her around until they were starring into each other’s eyes.

‘Please be gentle...’ Marie-Claire thought, but when she opened her mouth to verbalize her mind, no word came out of her. Apparently no words were required as she experienced the magic of Cynthia claiming her mouth, even as she began to undress her.
Following her lead, Marie-Claire reached for her lover’s jacket and eased it halfway off her shoulder.

As their kiss intensified, the women waltzed lustfully towards the queen sized bed, leaving a trail of discarded clothes in their wake.

At the edge of the bed, Marie-Claire felt her skin break out in a rash of goose bumps, even as her cheeks turned red. She felt so self conscious as her lover took her by the shoulders and inspected her naked body with a wickedly naughty smile on her very beautiful face.
“My goodness, you are so beautiful...”

Cynthia’s husky voice radiated such naked lust it invoked a deep intoxication of Marie-Claire’s senses. The warmth in her core was fast turning into an open conflagration of desire. Her legs turned to jelly and if Cynthia hadn’t chosen that very moment to guide her onto the bed she probably would have collapsed under the weight of her deep need to be fucked.

‘Oh mon dieu... how could I have lost all control of myself... and all to this...this ravishing woman... Only a few months ago I was a respectable married woman who had never ever slept with another woman...’

Marie-Claire’s thoughts were fragmented and driven mostly by desire, but also some guilt. When Cynthia climbed into bed with her however, that feeling of guilt melted away in the heat of passion the sexy black goddess unleashed.

Towering astride her naked right thigh, Cynthia’s shaven sex was so close to the needy French woman’s sensitive skin the wet heat it radiated aggravated the dull ache in her core.

‘How long? How long has it been since I’d been touched, in a way that awakens my femininity?’

Marie-Claire’s fleeting mind pondered, whilst recalling the lonely, sleepless nights, when she would shove a restless hand between her legs and rub her pussy, grinding away to a quick, often lack lustre orgasm.

‘But tonight, this beautiful chocolate angel will take me to seventh heaven and the most beautiful orgasm...’

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Please don't forget to check out other fantastic Tasters by my talented fellow authors:

Muffy Wilson: http://muffywilson.blogspot.com

Naomi Shaw: http://www.eroticfantasies.weebly.com/blog

Angelica Dawson: http://angelicadawson.blogspot.com

Ray Sostre: http://theafterdarkworld.blogspot.com

Decadent Kane: www.decadentkane.blogspot.com

Pablo Michaels: http://www.pmmanmanromance.com

Brantwijn Serrah: http://brantwijn.blogspot.com/

Theresa Stuart; http://www.oneuniquewomanswords.blogspot.com

Linda Hamonou: http://crazypuce.blogspot.com

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Open Invitation (Just a taster)





Open Invitation

By

Don Abdul (c) 2014

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Dexter, flashed his charming warm smile at the bride as he shook her hand and congratulated her on her wedding. After whispering a few words of felicitation to the groom as well, he turned around to walk out of the venue of the wedding reception. He had barely taken five steps when he was tapped on the shoulder. He was surprised to see it was Mrs. Hawthorne, the rather hot mother of the bride.
Like most men he had ogled her awesome cleavage more times than he could remember that afternoon. Her form fitting, figure flattering dress paid glowing tributes to her voluptuous curves, and Dexter was quite smitten by her.
Just as he cleared his throat to ask what he might be able to do for her, she handed his a souvenir bag, gave him a rather wicked wink and then walked away. For what seemed an eternity, Dexter found himself held captive by her raunchy steps and her swinging hips as she walked away.

Only after she disappeared from his view did he look at the bag she had handed him. The message on the reverse side of the bag instantly set his pulse racing, and his cock swelling to a full erection. At the bottom was a phone number scribbled in beautiful cursive.

'OMG! It is true, she is a horny, wicked slut and proud of it too,' Dexter thought as he shoved his right hand in his pants pocket to hold down his cock while he walked out of the venue.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

GIRLS' DATE NIGHT (Thursday Taster #20)


It's been very hectic these past couple of weeks. I've been busy with work and with promoting my new book A Kinky New Beginning. 

I have also been working on turning my current WiP A Cougar's Legacy into not just one book but a series. The first in the series, "Chocolate Desire is due to be released very soon. I'll keep you posted, meanwhile, here's another excerpt from it, enjoy!

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#9: Girls' Date Night

The ship’s crew had gone the extra mile to deliver a perfect evening of fine dining and dancing. As previously agreed, Cynthia had picked Marie-Claire up at her stateroom at 7 p.m. Marie-Claire was quite impressed by her partner’s excellent time keeping, but not half as bedazzled by the bravado of her outfit for the evening.

She was speechless as she stared at Cynthia’s female rendering of the male tuxedo. The cut of the suit was so cleverly crafted that it fit her sexy, voluptuous figure perfectly. The pants looked as if they had been sculpted to accentuate her hips in the most sensually flattering way.
The smitten French woman’s eyes lustfully trailed over Cynthia’s wide hips, down her long pant legs, to the sexy black three-inch heels she was rocking. When she looked up to her dinner date’s face, her heart skipped a beat at the sight of her perfect white teeth that formed the centerpiece of her sexy, warm smile.

Her beautiful mocha face was framed by vibrant black hair which served to reaffirm her smoldering femininity.

When Marie-Claire’s eyes dropped a few inches lower to Cynthia’s chest, she could almost swear she caught a glimpse of the black woman’s pointy nipples poking at the front of the starched cotton shirt. Before she could dwell on the thought any further, Cynthia cocked her right arm, presenting it to her dinner companion in the manner of a gentleman of practiced grace.

“Shall we?”
“By all means...” Marie-Claire said with a bashful smile.

‘Looks like the evening is going to be much more fun than I had imagined,  Taking Cynthia’s arm, she wondered how on Earth Cynthia could manage to not think of what her boyfriend might be getting up to.


‘Now that’s an open relationship with a difference... at least for me.’ 

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Please don't forget to check out other fantastic Tasters by my talented fellow authors:

Muffy Wilson: http://muffywilson.blogspot.com

Naomi Shaw: http://www.eroticfantasies.weebly.com/blog

Angelica Dawson: http://angelicadawson.blogspot.com

Pablo Michaels: http://www.pmmanmanromance.com

Linda Hamonou: http://crazypuce.blogspot.jp/

Ray Sostre: http://theafterdarkworld.blogspot.com/

Mangus Khan: http://maddeningwhispers.blogspot.co.uk/

Jake Malden: http://jakemalden.blogspot.com

Decadent Kane: www.decadentkane.blogspot.com

Jorja Lovett: http://jorja-lovett.blogspot.co.uk/

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Taking matters in her own hand (Thursday Taster #19)


This week, A Cougars Legacy Continues with Marie-Claire sleepless with anxiety about her date with Cynthia... When her anxiety turns into extreme arousal, she had no option but to take matters in her own hand... literally.
I hope you enjoy it, if so please leave some feedback. Thanks.

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#8:       Taking matters in her own hand

Marie-Claire had a tough time falling asleep that night. She just couldn’t stop thinking about her proposed date with Cynthia. Although the other woman had eased her anxiety earlier, now that she was all by herself in her stateroom, she found herself struggling as she tried to define her expectations for the date.

‘It’s tough enough managing my attraction to Cynthia without letting my desire slip. Now how do I know what is expected of me on this date?’ she wondered.

Despite her long suppressed secret attraction to women, she had never actually been on a date with another woman. It was a whole new experience for her, one about which her head was telling her to tread carefully, but her heart was inclined to follow through.

She was pretty sure Cynthia was planning to seduce her during their date. Her fertile imagination even contrived a few very erotic scenarios, which left her flushed and breathless with desire.

‘Who would have thought, my first post-divorce date would be with a woman...”

Marie-Claire replayed her conversation with Cynthia over in her mind again. She had sought to understand what was expected of her, but Cynthia had only smiled and advised her to relax and be herself.

‘That is pretty easy actually, after all I am horny as hell and really attracted to her. The only problem right now is getting through the next 24 hours without going crazy with anxiety.’

Her mind soon wondered to Cynthia’s sexy chocolate skin. She instinctively caressed the skin of her own arm, and then as a rash of goose bumps arose beneath her palm, she allowed herself to dwell on the pleasure to be had from feeling the mass and warmth of the black woman’s ample breasts and voluptuous derriere.

She moaned softly as she tossed about on her bed.  The room suddenly felt stifling, and she felt the heat of her pent up desire rise up from her body. She felt her core tighten, as her heart-pounded.

She slid her hand downward over her flat tummy, and then in between her naked thighs to her slippery nether lips. The pulse between her legs quickened, as she dipped her finger into the throbbing source of her sweet torture. She rolled onto her back and her legs fell open; throwing her inhibitions to the wind, she moaned Cynthia’s name in longing for her confident touch.

With her free hand she rubbed and then pinched her stiff nipple hard.

“Aghhh... Cynthia, take me...” 

She moaned as a lightening bolt shot from her soggy fingers through her body. Biting her lower lip, her back arched and her crotch shot up in the air. She worked her fingers faster as the pressure in her core escalated faster. She kneaded the contours of her drenched inner folds whilst thumbing her stiff clitoris.

“Aghhh... Make me cum Cynthia..." she moaned louder as she surrendered to the power of her raging climax. With her thighs clenched, and her pussy shuddering uncontrollably, she gushed the lotion of her release until she was spent.

‘What am I doing? What am I letting myself into...? Acting and moaning like some sex crazed teenager whispering another woman’s name...Pathetic!’

Her thoughts reflected her doubts, and her fears as she lay there in her dark stateroom, shaking, and drenched in her sweat and juices. She curled up and eventually fell into a tired dreamless sleep.

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Please don't forget to check out other fantastic Tasters by my talented fellow authors:

Naomi Shaw: http://www.eroticfantasies.weebly.com/blog

Decadent Kane: www.decadentkane.blogspot.com

Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.co.uk/

Linda Hamonou: http://crazypuce.blogspot.jp

Muffy Wilson: http://muffywilson.blogspot.com

Angelica Dawson: http://angelicadawson.blogspot.com/

Jake Malden: http://jakemalden.blogspot.com/

Ray Sostre: http://theafterdarkworld.blogspot.com/


Thursday, July 31, 2014

Marie-Claire Gets her Groove Back (Thursday Taster #18)


#7:       Marie-Claire Gets her Groove Back

Over the course of the next couple of days, the women became friends, with the delectable Cynthia Jackson literally setting the pace. She was quite smooth at it too, her questions were crafted as easy lead-ons, and never sounded like points of interrogation at all.

At first Marie-Claire stayed well within the safety of straight one-liners when she responded to any question posed by her new friend. As their easy conversations progressed however, Cynthia’s openness encouraged her to ease up and be a little bit more sharing.

Her attraction to the chocolate beauty wouldn’t let up despite her best effort to suppress it. It quickly grew into a crush she couldn’t shake. She suspected the other woman noticed it too.

‘Of course she would, she’s been flirting with me from the get go.’
Marie-Claire particularly liked the way Cynthia was always quick to empathize and compliment appropriately whilst never losing eye contact when they talked. 

At first she found it tortuous to maintain eye contact, but considering how flattered she felt especially after eons of being ignored by Antoine, she gradually warmed up to it.

The ladies had dinner together and while they were eating, Cynthia made Marie-Claire almost choke on her food when she proposed a plan for the following evening.

“Marie-Claire, as you know tomorrow is Saturday, and there’s that dance on the ship. Well I was wondering, would you be my date?”

At first it didn’t make any sense to the French divorcee, especially considering she knew Cynthia was travelling with her boyfriend Alfie. Alfie is a very suave and smooth charmer so she was wondering why her friend would not go on a date with him.

“Did you and Alfie have a fight?” she asked

“Oh no far from it; Let’s just say Alfie has his hands full at the moment.”

“I do not understand, what could be more interesting than going on  date with a sexy and beautiful woman such as yourself...?”

Marie-Claire regretted the words the moment they were out of her mouth. She feared she had just let the cat out of the bag regarding her desire for the other woman.

“Why, thank you kind lady... You know you do have quite a way of making a woman feel... desired.” Cynthia let the last word roll seductively off her tongue even as she favoured her friend with a naughty wink.

“I don’t know what to say...” She hedged, desperately trying to buy some time so she could think...

“Well, just say yes and I promise I’ll fill you in on why Alfie has his hands full before our date is over tomorrow... Deal?”

The tension was palpable as the women locked eyes for what seemed an eternity. Finally Marie-Claire gently let out her breathe, her body relaxing somewhat.

“Yes, deal.”

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Please don't forget to check out other fantastic Tasters by my talented fellow authors:


Don Abdul: http://don-abdul.blogspot.com

Kelliea Ashley: http://kellieaashley.wordpress.com

Angelica Dawson: http://angelicadawson.blogspot.com

Muffy Wilson: http://muffywilson.blogspot.com

Decadent Kane: www.decadentkane.blogspot.com

Michelle Howard: www.michellehowardwrites.com

Ray Sostre: http://theafterdarkworld.blogspot.com

Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.co.uk/

Jorja Lovett: http://jorja-lovett.blogspot.co.uk/

Linda Hamonou: http://crazypuce.blogspot.jp/

Pablo Michaels: http://www.pmmanmanromance.com

Brantwijn Serrah: http://brantwijn.blogspot.com

Jake Malden: http://jakemalden.blogspot.co.uk

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Waiting to Exhale (Thursday Taster #17)



This week, our heroine Marie-Claire says goodbye to her ex-husband, friends and her homeland in search of a fresh start in the United States. Lady Luck smiles upon her while she is waiting to exhale.

I hope you enjoy the taster, if so please leave a comment. Thank you. 
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#6:       Waiting to Exhale

Like most divorced women inevitably found out; Marie-Claire soon realized that calls and contact with her friends, most of whom were friends of both she and Antoine became fewer and farther in between as the weeks passed.

She knew she hadn’t done anything wrong, and thought it unfair to be paying the price for standing up to her ex-husband and holding him accountable for his treachery rather than remaining quiet like the “good wife”.

Unwilling to be judged by people she now considered hypocrites, she reached a decision that would give her a fresh new start in life. Marie-Claire decided it was time to bid farewell to her beloved homeland. She had always wanted to live abroad.

To smoothen her transition to a new life in America, Marie-Claire booked a cruise which would terminate in New York. It was all a part of her plan as the law firm recommended by her French attorney was based in the Big Apple.

On the one hand, the cruise afforded her the opportunity to reflect on her life thus far. On the other hand, the vivacious atmosphere and the uplifting social activities on the cruise ship enabled her to take frequent breaks from her introspection and let some sunshine into her life. It was the perfect balance that held her back from sliding into depression.

On a beautiful Saturday morning, Marie-Claire had gone to enjoy a swim and a sun bath on the sun deck of the cruise ship. Stretched out on her chaise lounge in a very brief two piece bikini and pair of sunglasses, the French divorcee soon lost track of time as she soaked up the early morning sun. She had found temporary refuge in the world so beautifully described in the Interracial Romance novel she was reading.

She was particularly fascinated by the heroine of the story, a very pretty African American attorney who found herself at the receiving end of the caustic tongue of her very wealthy and condescending female client who found her distractingly attractive.

“Uh... you might want to use some of that sun block before that beautiful skin turns to toast...”

Lifting up her head, she found the owner of the voice; it was a tall black woman with a very pretty face and an attractive shapely body to boot.

‘Oh my god!’ the voice in Marie-Claire’s head screamed as she realized she had been ogling the stranger. Her cheeks burned from the embarrassment of her rather girlish reaction to what appeared to be a friendly advice.

“Ah, um... Mercy... Thank you.” She fumbled for the right expression of her gratitude. But the stranger only laughed softly as she stepped even closer and picked up the bottle of sunscreen lotion Marie-Claire had right next to her.

“May I?” The stranger offered.

Marie-Claire merely nodded, she was way too stunned to speak.


“By the way, I am Cynthia...”

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Please don't forget to check out other fantastic Tasters by my talented fellow authors:

Angelica Dawson: http://angelicadawson.blogspot.com

Muffy Wilson: http://muffywilson.blogspot.com

Decadent Kane: www.decadentkane.blogspot.com

Linda Hamonou: http://crazypuce.blogspot.jp/search/label/Thursday%20Taster

Ray Sostre: http://theafterdarkworld.blogspot.com

Pablo Michaels: http://www.pmmanmanromance.com