My Naughty Guest – Liz Crowe!

Join my very naughty guest Liz Crowe who has several in release and I’m happy to say a fellow Rebeler – she’ll be in the Claw Marks Anthology with me and several other wonderful writers coming out in October. Let’s take a taste…

The Quest for Sex—A Primal Directive

We’ve all studied evolution, whether as an introductory biology course in middle school or more intently as students of sociology, genealogy or even psychology.   Within the scope of that “survival of the species” part is the unmistakable reality that the human animal is built to reproduce.  It’s genius really, when you ponder it.  And I ponder it a fair bit, in my life as writer of erotic fiction.

Insert rod A into slot B.  Pretty simple act.  Apply the proper friction and viola!  The species will survive, on a nine-month by nine-month time line.

The thing is, of course, Mother Nature, or God, or Goddess, or Buddha, or  Ganesha or whatever/whomever you hold responsible, made the Pretty Simple Act very, very very, enjoyable both physically and mentally.

There have been studies comparing animal kingdom sex to human behaviors.  Not just the positions mind you but the emotions and herd instincts and serial monogamy practiced among the species.  The Kinsey Institute has even found through bird studies that our feathered friends including doves and swans may be SOCIALLY monogamous, but they tend to…well…secretly mate with others.

Sounds familiar.  In the face of all the hilariously stupid, yet career-ending shenanigans by our many Alpha males at the top of the political heap there is an underlying theme we, as the ancestors of Puritans, tend to ignore.

Man seeks sex.   It’s a natural calling.  Of course, now we can thwart the baby-making outcome (and some of us do, housekeepers of California governors and staffers of up and coming Presidential candidates not withstanding).  Those moments of “chemistry” and “instant attraction” and “sparks from just one touch” and all the other blather that we romance writers heap upon the pile of steamy sex To Be Read piles are real.  I challenge you to think back when you met your significant other and not get a teensy chill when you realized:  Yeah, I’m gonna have sex with this person.

Then, later, as you get to know them as a human and not just a piece of meat to be jumped (hey, I’ll admit to thinking that) you can decide, or not, to go beyond the physical, to perhaps even Love.  Doesn’t always happen.  And sometimes, if you’re honest with your own physical self, a bump and grind and see ya later can be just what the doctor ordered.

Within the parameters of the legal arrangement known as Marriage, of course, this is highly frowned upon.  Studies have shown that the natural male urge to “spread the seed” is almost evenly matched by the female hunt for the Perfect Mate.   Once you hit the altar, of course,  it is assumed the seed has found a home, and the Perfect mate located, bagged, tagged and headed for slow death by mini van.   What are those divorce stats these days?

There are outlets for married folk of course.  “Swinger” or “Lifestyle” proponents claim that this sort of activity encourages open communication between couples, as you are forced to admit your own needs and desires while coming to terms with same on the other side of the marital bed.  This can either work amazingly well, or go horribly wrong.    But when facing the reality of the human need for slot insertion, friction and all the accompanying play with the ultimate outcome of orgasm which, for the man, means whoops!  There goes more spilled seed, we owe it to ourselves to be mature and realistic about our needs and those of our significant others. 

Ah Orgies.  Not just for Romans anymore!

Don’t go nuts here folks I’m not encouraging cheating, or swinging or anything else.  Just having a long hard look at what makes us click, what makes us zing with pleasure, and enjoy the sort of writing I enjoy providing.    Carry on.  Behave yourselves.  Or at least try!

Cheers

Liz 

Liz Crowe is a published author of erotic romance.  Her Brewing Passion Series with Breathless Press has three shorts:  The Rookie—XXXMas Ale—Jockey Box and the Brewing Passion, choose your romance novella:  The Tap Room will be released on September 30. Full details of the project are on this post of Brewingpassion.com.

http://www.brewingpassion.com/2011/02/choose-your-partner-or-who-needs.html

A final short in the series:  Specific Gravity—a Trent and Lisa Story will be released by the end of the year.

Liz’s Amazon Author Page is here:

Her short story, Player Conference, was chosen for inclusion in the Rebel Ink Press’ Claw Mark Anthology, due out by end of 2011.

Several longer projects are either Under Consideration or In Editing, or Appearing Nightly as her fingers fly over the keyboard bringing her newest sexy brewing stories to life.

Owner and marketing director of a craft microbrewery, Liz also blogs and writes as the Beer Wench  www.a2beerwench.com

And as a Special Bonus Treat!  A scene….from Vegas Miracle, a Work in Editing Progress…

Ryan and Grace Sullivan are newly married and have all the outward appearances of extreme success: money, fame, footloose without kids to tie them down, and a physical connection that’s impossible to deny.  But when high powered hotel consultant Ryan starts to take more trips, and become even more emotionally aloof than usual Grace is determined to force him to face her.  After a wild party where Grace gets a hint of her new husband’s true self nearly tears them apart, Ryan attempts to reconcile with a planned romantic weekend at an exclusive Vegas resort.  It starts badly—he’s delayed, not sure when he’ll arrive—but when Grace opens the door to her suite and finds Henri, the sexy masseur at her service, she resists, angry at Ryan’s continued attempts to buy himself out of trouble with her.  What follows is an incredible weekend full of passion, sensuality, and confessions that will either implode her young marriage, or secure it forever.

THIS is the but one of the “wild party” moments…..enjoy (WARNING it’s X-rated AND in its current iteration, un-edited)

The beautiful creatures in the hall were following them now, as her husband stopped and knocked on a dark walnut door.  It swung open, revealing a room ablaze with candles.  As Grace’s eyes adjusted to the new light, the odors of burning wax, and light masculine cologne filled her nose.  Ryan led the way into the room as Grace’s new female friend followed, her hand brushing against Grace’s hip and lingering there.

“Come,” the woman whispered into her left ear.  Grace shuddered at the double meaning.  “Sit here.” She gestured  to a love seat positioned across from a large bed draped with red and orange gauziness.  “We shall relax together…”the woman snapped her long fingers and two tall glasses of liquid appeared.   “I am Nadia,” she said, as she draped herself in on corner of the lounge, her eyes beckoning Grace to do the same.

Ryan walked with her over to the love seat but positioned himself behind it, indicating Grace should sit.  She gave him a questioning look.  .  Her legs shook as she sat, accepting the glass and taking a sip.

As soon as she looked up, there was a body on the bed.  A man, with the most perfect form Grace had ever seen, laying on his side, reading a book a dark colored towel positioned strategically across his hips.  Glancing over at Nadia, Grace saw pure lust in the woman’s eyes.  But not for the vision on the bed—for her.  Nadia nodded towards the bed, indicating Grace should pay attention there.

Another figure had appeared on the far side of the room.  Another man, who was clothed in dark denim jeans and little else, strode around to the reclining man and sat, running a hand down his shoulders, to his waist and moving aside the towel.  Grace tried not to clench her eyes shut, but Nadia’s hand on her neck, her cool fingers brushing Grace’s skin, plus the alcohol she had in her system, kept her gaze glued on the men in front of her as a thick elegant cock was revealed an inch at a time.

The man on the bed lay back.  Grace was close enough to see his eyes darken further as he gazed at the man in jeans next to him.  Blue jean man put a finger to the other’s lips, and then ran it down his neck, across his pecks to his nipple, down his picture perfect six-pack and finally to the tip of his shaft, which was already glistening.

He tried to sit, to reach the sitting man’s lips, but whimpered when he was pushed back onto the bed.  The man in blue jeans produced what looked to be black rope from somewhere and Grace felt her pussy go completely moist, embarrassed and thrilled at what was about to happen right in front of her.  She shifted, crossing her legs, but Nadia placed a hand on one exposed knee, and pulled them apart, smiling at her, not allowing Grace to press her thighs together.   Feeling Ryan’s hand on her shoulder, she let herself relax.

Watching, mesmerized, Grace saw the man on the bed smile and hold his hands up over his head.  The man in blue jeans whose own bulging zipper belied his calm exterior reached over the man, and secured his hands to a wooden bedpost.  He then put a hand between the other man’s legs, forcing them apart as the and ripping a groan from his lips.  Trying off each ankle with a similar black rope, the man in blue jeans looked straight into Grace’s eyes and smiled, sending shock waves straight into her moist pussy.  She leaned back, breathing fast, and Ryan’s other hand reached down to caress her breast, as if it were the most natural thing in the world—for him to fondle her in a room full of strangers, as they prepared to watch two men fuck right in front of them.

Grace shut her eyes, but soft lips against her shoulder made her snap them open.  Nadia was there, looking up at her, her lips moving up Grace’s neck, nibbling a little, hardening Grace’s nipples beneath the silk dress.  Ryan shifted behind her and rolled one between his fingers.

“Watch,” Nadia whispered into her ear once she reached it.  Grace nodded, shocked, amazed, and hornier than she had even been in her life.

“Ahhh…” the blue jean man spoke.  “That’s it.”  He straddled the man who lay bound on the bed beneath him.  The prone man arched up, struggling against the ropes.  “Stop!” the other man commanded.

Whimpering, the bound man obeyed as the man on top leaned down to kiss him, hands on either side of his lover’s head, before moving down to bite down on one nipple, then the other.  Grace tried to suppress a groan, as Ryan’s hand kneaded at her own nipple, and her panties filled with moisture.  The phrase “pulsing pussy” never meant much to her until this moment.  She needed to be touched, fucked even, right now.  But no one obliged her as they all kept their eyes on the tableau.

The blue jeaned man had moved down to lap at the other man’s cock, licking the pre-cum from his thick head, moving his tongue around the sensitive edges of it, causing the kid on the bed to buck and cry out, and try to shove his cock inside the man’s mouth.

“No!” the man commanded and stood up, moving his lips and body from the other’s.  “You do as I say.  Or you get nothing,”

Grace watched as the man in jeans stalked out, leaving the naked man on the bed, his arms flexing against his bonds.   Catching sight of shadowy figures around the room, she leaned her head back against the luxurious leather seat.  Ryan loomed over her, and then leaned down to brush his lips against her cheek.

“You ok?”

“I guess.”  Grace sighed as she felt Nadia’s touch again; this time cool fingers on her knee, fluttering up the inside of her thighs.  The surrealist aura was taking over.  Grace, normally not exactly straight laced, had never done anything remotely this over the top.  But instead of moving away, she kept her eyes on the naked man’s throbbing shaft just a few feet from her, as he moaned and arched his back, thrusting his hips up in an attempt to find contact.

Nadia’s fingertips moved her soaking silk thong aside, and Grace cried out when they reached her hard clit.  The sensation was exquisite and nearly unbearable.  Ryan had come around to the front of the sofa and stood, watching them.

“Oh..God,” Grace shuddered as the woman shoved to fingers high inside her, reaching up and pressing against her clit at the same time.  She felt her body spasm,  and liquid gushed, coating Nadia’s hands.

“That’s it my darling,” Nadia cooed, as she shifted around and repositioned herself between Grace’s legs.   “I must taste you…”

Still gasping for breath from the hair-trigger, Grace let Nadia pull her thighs apart and lean in, flicking her tongue over the still hard nub of flesh.  Grace shifted down further on the sofa, her eyes closed as fingers reached into roll her nipples, pinching a little bringing an edge of pain to the pleasure.   Nadia sucked, pulling Grace’s clit between her lips.

“Ah, Jesus!”

“Mmmm….” Nadia kept sucking, not letting her go, pulling her through one orgasm and into another as she pressed fingers back up inside Grace’s shuddering flesh.   Ryan had positioned himself directly behind Nadia and Grace watched from half lidded eyes, nearly melting into the buttery leather couch with lust as he ran a hand over Nadia’s ass.  Staring straight into Grace’s eyes, her husband pulled Nadia’s filmy dress up and shoved his cock inside her, making the woman moan against Grace’s pussy.

Grace watched him, saw the familiar expressions on his face as he fucked Nadia, as she continued to lick and suck at Grace using her fingers to keep her on the ragged edge of constant orgasm.   Grace looked around, and saw six or seven people watching, observing as she bucked and moaned and let her husband fuck a strange woman who was simultaneously eating her out.

Ryan reached around and clenched Nadia’s ample breast,  his  body curved over hers, his thrusts causing Nadia  to use the exact same rhythm with her tongue and fingers on Grace’s pussy.  The three of them were as one, moving, together, their passion infusing the room and making the crowd around them reach for themselves, and for the person next to them.  Hands and tongues and bodies and fluids blended and thrust.  Grace arched up as a monster orgasm raced towards her, the amazing sight of her husband pounding into Nadia right in front of her sending her over the edge, into deep, blissful, orgasmic oblivion.

“Ahhh,  yessss…” Nadia raised her head from Grace’s pussy, keeping her hand covering it, feeling the pulse and moisture as Ryan’s thrusts increased in intensity.  “Fuck me darling, like you fuck her, just like that…” she woman fell across Grace, her lips at her nipples, sucking until she sat up and cried out.

Grace watched her husband’s face as he closed his eyes, nearing release, then he opened them, staring straight into her eyes, his hands on Nadia’s hips, his body moving in and out of hers.

“Aaaahhh GOD!” he called out to the room, never taking his eyes from Grace’s.  For some strange reason, Grace had never felt closer to him, in this amazing and bizarre circumstance of his creation, the bound naked man now engaged with his partner, who had finally shed his blue jeans and was fucking him, their grunts and groans taking over where Grace, Nadia’s and Ryan’s had now ceased.  Ryan stepped back and pulled himself from Nadia’s body before collapsing on the leather seat next to Grace his hand on her shoulder, a wicked smile on his face.

Thanks so much for being my guest lady and I loved the piece – sassy and so much like you!

Kisses   xxx

Cassandre