In the Harem

Orion And The Illustrator #ScintillatingSunday

 "I did some artistic nudes when I was 18 with a French-Canadian photographer while I was modeling.

They were beautiful shots, and they were not about nudity." 

Lexa Doig

Welcome to the Scintillating Sunday blog hop where multiple romance author share 1 to 8 paragraphs only of one of their novels.  

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Orion And The Illustrator

is a scintillating excerpt from A Harem Boy's Saga - Book III - DEBAUCHERY; a memoir by Young

Video trailer for DEBAUCHERY★http://goo.gl/QxZTUO 

Excerpt:

Julian behaved professionally throughout our photo-shoot. Andy was given a pair of loose-fitting sweat pants without any top, while Orion and I wore only sweatshirts without trousers. While I was sandwiched between Orion and Andy, my lover sprouted a hard-on. He was standing behind me against my nakedness and began rotating his pelvis against my derrière, causing my libido to stir. My cock started to wake with each of Andy’s gentle gyrating motions. I was soon standing erect and so was Orion's manhood. As we stood in close proximity and caressed each other, our organs began rubbing against each other as if performing an erotic dance. I could not subdue my bobbing erection with my Valet's hardness bouncing against my derriere. His encouragement stirred our trio’s sensuality to a heightened state of arousal.

    Julian took this provocation as a sign that he would be getting some superb photographs, both for his portfolio and for his personal enticement. Although the illustrator was clothed, his hardening genitalia peeked over the top of his jersey pants. Glistening strings of translucent fluid were leaking onto his hairy torso. He had on a sleeveless cropped top that displayed his well-defined six-pack. His bulbous pronouncement approved of our sensuality. He kept clicking as he viewed his 3 models through his camera lens. He did not stop circling the room as we propagated our concupiscence.

    Orion wasted no time in his active persuasion. We kissed passionately for the camera and for our personal gratification. Andy urged me from behind as he pulled my waist towards his swelling protuberance. Orion's pulverizing protrusion pressed compellingly against my hardness from the opposite end. Bending forwards, I scooped his erection into my eager mouth, ablactating his lusciousness as if I was deprived of nourishment. His leakage tasted deliciously masculine and his groin smelled deliriously intoxicating. Andy dropped his pants. He was gliding his stiffness against my butt cheeks. Spitting to lubricate his curved member, he eased into my offering orifice. My lover and the ‘big brother’ filled me to the brim from opposite directions. 

Julian could no longer hold off his desires. He discarded his sweatpants to join the party, feeding me his pleasurable inches together with Orion’s jutting edifice. I was in 7th heaven, engulfing both shafts into my oral opening. Taking turns to satisfy our frenzied lust, I devoured them hungrily. I was a famished baby needing feed, and the men took turns weaning my esurient mouth. I promised them further satisfaction when Andy had consummated my rear. Our alluring sexuality took on an alternative flight when my lover could no longer hold off his sexual patronage. Letting out several cries, he filled me with his adoring emotions, depositing his virility deep within my person. He slumped his heaving chest against the small of my back while his waning length slid slowly away from my dripping hollow, only to be replaced by Orion's gluttonous engorgement. The model eased into my well-lubricated opening effortlessly. He began our love dance with a gentle foxtrot before progressing to a hot Peruvian salsa, reverting to an irresistible Buenos Aires mambo, and finally ending with the crème de la crème of dirty dancing, an Argentinian tango that filled me with his oozing Latino charisma. I desired more, more than my fill. Julian seemed to read my lascivious thoughts. He took over the model’s position and was now pounding inside me with vigor. He could no longer hold off his exhilarating urgency. The artist unloaded into my obedient aperture. Their intoxicating virility mixed with my masturbatory actions sent me shaking uncontrollably; I exploded all over the floor. The BB and my beloved did not want any of my spills to go to waste. They lapped up every drop before feeding me my seed in a three-way kiss. We suckled, we caressed and we shared my delectable appetizer between us. Julian had moved behind to my back. He delved his tongue into my pulsating wetness, relishing on Andy's and Orion's deposits before plunging his salivating mouth onto my semi-erect boyhood, savoring the remnants of my ejaculation.

    The four of us spent the remainder of the day together in the warmth of Julian's flat before taking in a provocative movie at the nearby Electric Cinema Club. As Lexa Doig had professed, "I did some artistic nudes when I was 18 with a French-Canadian photographer while I was modeling. They were beautiful shots, and they were not about nudity." I, like Ms. Doig, also did some artistic nudes when I was an adolescent with an English-French photographer while I was modeling. They, too, were beautiful shots, and they were not about nudity but artistic expression of love.

From the back cover

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”

 Lao Tzu 

Debauchery is the triquel to A Harem Boy’s Saga, a provocative story about a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society through his UK boarding school. From there, he was spirited to the Middle East to attend the Bahriji (Oasis) School in The United Arab Emirates in preparation for Harem services for the wealthy elite.

It is also a love story between the young man, his ‘Big Brother,’ and his ‘Valet,’ who served as his chaperones and mentors.

This book follows the teenagers’ erotic and exotic adventures and experiences at their third Arabian Household Harem, the Quwah. There, they became confidants to a prince, assistants in an international dance club venture, “Carousel,” and apprentices and models in a controversial photography project, “Sacred Sex in Sacred Places. 

This story is an account of the author’s experiences. Through these truths, often demonized by contemporary societies that deem such behaviors inappropriate, the author hopes to dispel condemnation and negativity related to sexuality, love, and personal freedom.  

A Harem Boy’s Saga is a series of seven volumes.

A Harem Boy's Saga - Book III - DEBAUCHERY; a memoir by Young

Amazon best selling GLBT memoir .

Email: young@aharemboysaga.com

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 5.0 out of 5 stars "DEBAUCHERY: A Harem Boy's Saga" Review

Simply Wow!

By Racquel on December 14, 2014

Format: Kindle Edition

 

I really liked this adventure! Synopsis - We return to the story of a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society and was taken to the Middle East. Volume III of the memoir continues with the love story between the boy and his mentor and we now find ourselves at the third harem of which he becomes a part of—the Quwah, the household of a prince.

Now the boy and Andy, his “valet” are confidantes to the prince and assistants in “Carousel” an international dance club project as well as a photography plan, “Sacred Sex in Sacred Places.” This is not fiction but the memoirs of the boy and they will eventually cover seven volumes. Now that he is located in the household of the royal palace, he has a chance to learn more than ever before. On the other hand, he finds himself in some really uncomfortable situations and gets caught in them. He also comes into contact with some less than favorable characters.

What many may not realize is that this the true story of the author’s own experiences and while we, in the West, may deem what he went through to be taboo and horribly inappropriate, we must understand that there are places in the world today where people actually participate in activities that are unrelated to us here. There are affairs that rob one of personal freedom and there are many places where sex and love do not go hand-in-hand. I admire the author’s bravery in putting this out there for the world to see.

 

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STILL CRAZY by Diana Rubino

About Diana

My passion for history and travel has taken me to every locale of my books, and short stories, set in Medieval and Renaissance England, Egypt, the Mediterranean, colonial Virginia, New England, and New York. My urban fantasy romance, FAKIN’ IT, won a Top Pick award from Romantic Times. I’m a member of Romance Writers of America, the Richard III Society and the Aaron Burr Association. I live on Cape Cod with my husband Chris. In my spare time, I bicycle, golf, play my piano and devour books of any genre. 

About STILL CRAZY…

Can an obsession continue from beyond the grave?

Clay Lynch is obsessed with his ex-girlfriend Alyssa Tyler. Convinced they’re destined for each other, he stalks, pesters and torments her…he creeps up to her bedroom window, he follows her onto planes, he wrecks her wedding by abducting her. His arrest and prison sentence assure her he’s finally out of her life… until his remains are found in the Arizona desert. On the anniversary of the day they met, she receives a haunting text message. Is he now stalking her from beyond the grave?

Where did STILL CRAZY come from?

It went through many incarnations over the last 26 years! In 1989, I took a detour from my romance genre and wrote a thriller about a stalking ex. It was set in the present, then, but I updated and revised it many times. Back then there were no cell phones, no internet, no GPS’s, and none of those songs or bands existed! 

An excerpt from

STILL CRAZY

She brought her car in for servicing the next morning, parking in his lot next to a red and white taxi. Her mechanic called her a little after two. “Your car is ready, Alyssa. Hey, do you know you have a GPS tracking device attached underneath it?”

“What?” She shook her head, baffled. “I have a GPS in the dashboard, but not under the car.”

“Oh, yeah, you do. This is a tracking device. Somebody has a GPS and a dot will flash on the screen to show your exact location, as long as you’re within range. You want me to take it out?”

She instantly knew who this ‘somebody’ was. She felt as if a ton of bricks clobbered her square in the face.

 

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Loving You Is Easy To Do #ScintillatingSunday

Welcome to the Scintillating Sunday blog hop where multiple romance author share 1 to 8 paragraphs only of one of their novels.  

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Loving You Is Easy To Do

is a scintillating excerpt from A Harem Boy's Saga - Book II - UNBRIDLED; a memoir by Young

Video trailer for UNBRIDLED: http://bit.ly/1CqXmCP

 

"Love is like the wild-rose briar; friendship is like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?" 

Emily Bronte

Excerpt:

Loving Andy was natural and easy, much like well-oiled equipment churning smoothly as the gears fitted together effortlessly. After a light dinner at the hotel restaurant, we retired to our villa for a quiet evening – just the two of us. Seated comfortably in front of the fireplace, I leaned against my lover’s chest as he lovingly stroked my hair with his nimble fingers. Feeling his intoxicating breath against the back of my neck, I voluntarily tilted my ear to receive his transcendent breathing, which was decisively stirring my loins to wake. Andy's closeness encased me in an aura of indescribable passion, wrapping me in a cocoon of sensuality as I surrendered willingly to my lover’s gentle caresses. Before long, his sensuous tongue was nibbling at my ear lobes, sending electric currents to my arching spine. As he turned me to him, we kissed longingly, prying each other’s lips open as we gave in to our intimate desires. His manliness overwhelms me still; darting chills of enraptured kisses pleasured my body, tempting me to surrender my nakedness to his alluring masculinity. Slowly but surely our love dance took flight, inhaling and releasing our life forces into the cores of our inner beings. We were inseparable; we were merging into an undecipherable entity of love.

Pieces of clothing lay discarded on the floor as we moved with sensual precision to our rhythmic love tango. Andy's intoxicating scent held me captive while my unconditional love sealed our union, propelling us into blissful states of transcendent nirvana. The fiery warmth captured by our innumerable body heat took flight as we sealed our earthly bond; we were spiraling upwards to meet the heavenly Gods of Olympia. My lover needed no lubricant to slide inside me; neither did I require added stimulation to surrender to my handsome Apollo. Lustful orgasmic releases were not required to satisfy our human longings, I was happy to feel his love deep within and he was utterly delighted to bathe in my glowing warmth. Together we lay in our overflowing nectar of sweet contentment rocking ourselves into a lullaby of peaceful slumber. I was one with my beloved and he with me. United, we did not wake until the following morning. I didn't want his stiffness to leave, neither did he desire to release from my core. We stayed entangled until our hungry stomachs called to be fed. We finally disengaged, vowing to be together again as soon as we have an opportunity.

From the back cover 

This provocative story is about a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society. He was spirited to the Middle East, from his UK boarding school. He attended the Bahriji School (Oasis,) in The United Arab Emirates in preparation for serving in Harems for the wealthy and elite.

It is also a love story between the young man and his ‘Valet’ who served as his chaperone and mentor during the boy’s Harem service.

Author’s note:

I had a privileged and unique upbringing in Malaysia, where I was known as a "sissy boy." Following in my brothers' footsteps, I was sent to an exclusive boarding school in England. It is there that I was inducted into a clandestine organization, E.R.O.S. The Enlightened Royal Oracle Society. For four years, unbeknownst to my family, I was willingly and happily part of a Harem.

My story has been kept under wraps for close to 45 years. The correct moment has arrived for me to make known my unique education. 

There are 7 volumes in A Harem Boy’s Saga series.

A Harem Boy's Saga - Book II - UNBRIDLED; a memoir by Young

Amazon best selling GLBT memoir for 13 months running.

Email: young@aharemboysaga.com

Website: http://aharemboysaga.com/wp/

UK Amazon: http://amzn.to/1DkHC8v

US Amazon: http://amzn.to/1FMlHVY

5.0 out of 5 stars "Unbridled: A Harem Boy's Saga" Review

By Kindle Customer on January 1, 2015

 

Format: Kindle Edition

 

My reading of the first book in A Harem Boy's Saga made me anticipate the second one eagerly, though I was unfortunately not able to read it as quickly as I wanted. It was definitely worth the wait, however. In the first book, we were introduced to the young man, the author himself, who described his life and experiences before being sent to a certain academy for young men.

 

In the second book, Unbridled, the writing was much stronger than in the first book but didn't detract from the wonderful descriptive writing I had enjoyed in the first story. But where in the first story the boy Young grew up and learned about himself, in the second story he learned about love as much as he learned to explore his own feelings. Since I am a sucker for a good love story, this element hit the perfect note with me as a reader.

 

Another aspect of this story I enjoyed was the elements of fashion, one of Young's passions, which he hinted at in the first book. In this book, however, he alternates the narrative of the past with the present day. I liked this literary device and it worked well with the story.

 

What I truly admire about this author is how he embraces who he is and revels in his experiences. I wish that more LGTB people were able to unflinchingly reveal themselves and be happy in their own skin. I understand our society has a long way to go before this is a real possibility, but it is authors such as Young who help pave the way for equality.

I'm interested in following the rest of Young's story. I would like to find out where Young went next. Overall, this is a well written love story with some excellent descriptive writing that brings exotic locations, larger than life characters, and the world of fashion to life.

 

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TIES THAT BIND by C. P. Mandara (Dark BDSM Erotica Authoress)

It's FINALLY here! The naughtiness that happens in Albrecht Stables finally comes to a climatic end. (18+ Audience Only)

Blurb:

Will Mark Matthews accept Redcliff's terms for his daughter's release, surrendering both body and mind to the enemy? Petal's sanity depends upon the fact, for in the sixth and final book of the Pony Tales she is to discover that the fate in store for her at Albrecht is not a pretty one. Shipped off to Leyland Forbes in a steel cage, the pony-girl will have to endure all sorts of imaginative bondage and BDSM at his palatial manor, as her body is photographed intimately by several of the world's top photographers. As the day progresses she will find herself taken out to dinner in chains, before being cleverly and expertly divested of her virginity. Trouble awaits when she returns to the stables, however. One of the trainers has taken a monstrous dislike to her and intends to prove his superiority, both in the dungeon and beyond. Escape for Jenny is beginning to seem like an impossible dream... 

 

Excerpt:

If you want me to utter that safe word, you’re going the wrong way about it,” breathed Jenny, who was still struggling to rub her body against his.

He barked out a laugh. “Oh you’ll utter your naughty little word before the night is out,” whispered Mark, nuzzling his lips against her neck, “but at the moment, I want to lick, bite, nibble, pinch, tweak and chew every inch of you. She made a face at him and he shook his head, amused. “Relax, you’ll enjoy it.” She narrowed her eyes at that. “OK,” he amended, “you’ll enjoy most of it.”

Whatever Jenny’s reply to his comment might have been was lost, for his mouth descended quickly upon her sex and employed every trick in the book to get her to panting level in record time. When she’d reached the ‘ten-seconds-to-blast-off’ point, he abruptly stopped and moved on to other ‘less sensitive’ body parts. She made lots of funny gurgling noises, and some interesting Kung Fu moves against his knot-work, but ultimately, she just had to wait and endure. He planned to cover her entire body with his tongue-work and lips, and he started high, tracing the delicate lines of her cheekbones, the ridge of her lips, the line of her nose, and the arch of her neck. Nipping at the tightly pointed buds of her nipples and palpating the soft flesh of her abdomen, he then moved to bite the tender inner flesh of her thighs and tongue a wavy line of worship down to her ankles. He sucked toes, pretty little red-tipped toes that were stretched high in the air, and then he got down low and traced a path around her plugs with his tongue. Under her arms, over her shoulders, down to her tight little waist, he suckled, blew, kissed and even hummed tunes against her skin. She smelled divine. She tasted better. It was a shame she was not edible, for he could have eaten her whole. When he had covered her body from top to bottom at least twice, only then did he return to his shot glass.

With his long fingers, he gently pried the glass loose from the tight confines of her pussy, not able to contain his smile of satisfaction when she groaned at its removal. “You like being filled.” It was a statement, not a question, which was just as well, because he didn’t get an answer. “Do you like being stretched, I wonder?” Inserting the middle and index finger of his right hand into her dripping wet channel, he began to stretch the soft, wet walls of her sex. There was another groan. “I guess I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmured. Making slow scissor motions with his fingers, he began to stretch the tight flesh of her pussy, opening her up. “Can you guess what I’m going to do next?” With his fingers still slipping and sliding inside her, he held up his shot glass and twirled the remaining liquid around. “You only get one guess, Princess.”

“Oh God, please tell me you’re not,” said Jenny, who spoke thickly and with stilted pauses. His fingers appeared to be quite the distraction.

“Oh,” breathed Mark happily, “I’m afraid I am.” Tilting the glass to a forty-five degree angle he let it hover for just a second, and as soon as Jenny grimaced and closed her eyes, he slowly began to pour.

“It’s still warm,” she whimpered in a pained voice.

“It’ll be nothing compared to the temperature I’m about to rocket you up to, given a couple of a minutes.”

 “How are you going to get that out again? You can suck it out, surely?” Jenny opened one eye at him and gave him a nasty look.

“We’ll have to hope, for your sake, that I can. Otherwise I’ll be searching the apartment up and down for a straw, and then I might get distracted and feel the need to blow bubbles.”

She gave a horrified shudder beneath him, but then his mouth was upon her and it was all about pleasure. He flipped the stereo on with his spare hand and the shuffle function found the ‘Flower duet,’ from the opera ‘Lakmé’ which usually reminded him of the British Airways commercial, but tonight he had other things on his mind. It was a strangely appropriate piece, but he hadn’t the time to consider the intricacies of opera at the moment. He was focused. He had his goal in sight and he was nothing if not an overachiever.

He suckled, tongued, stroked and slurped. Light trickles of Sambuca ran into his mouth, flavoured with her unique, spicy essence that made the subtle hint of elderflower and the strong tang of liquorice seem like nectar from the Gods. Speaking of Gods, she tasted heavenly. Earthy, musky, flowery, and there was a hint of sweetness he couldn’t quite put his finger on. She seemed to have a particular scent and taste that drove him wild, and tonight, he intended to indulge himself. She wouldn’t be getting a sip of this particular vintage. This was all for him and he savoured each drop. When her thighs began trembling beneath his hands, he increased the suction of his mouth and captured her clit. In a few artful flicks, he had her screaming and then he could wait no longer. He was inside her. With long, tortured thrusts of urgency, he finally found solace within her body. She squeezed him tightly, somehow remembering what she had been taught and as he ran his fingers up and down her body, caressing and stroking her arms, breasts and thighs, he lost himself. One moment he was a sensible, control-freak style dominant and in the next he was a rutting beast. He needed to pull himself back and rein it in, or this session would not end as planned.

Pulling out of Jennifer Redcliff’s body was one of the hardest things he had ever done. Considering how long it had taken him to immerse himself inside it, it was hardly surprising. Breathing hard, he withdrew his aching cock, and it was clear she felt the same way for her body tried desperately hard to hold on to him. “They’ve taught you well, I see,” he said with a sardonic smile, as he finally gathered his breath back.

“Oh God,” she moaned.

“I’m that good, huh?”

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So what's new in the latest instalment of Pony Tales?

Imaginative Bondage - Jenny is about to find herself centre stage in Leyland Forbes palatial mansion as he works to entertain his guests in what will be the BDSM party of the century. She will find herself sprayed up in body paint and forming part of a moving exhibition - a carousel - before being dipped several feet underwater for experimental underwater games.

Marianna and the 'No Panties' rule - What happened to Marianna after we left her in Atlantisse? Well, she's about to feature as a human dessert plate for the entertainment of Mark Matthews and a few others, besides. Then, when she arrives back at the office, she will have to face her 'no panties' punishment - which involves her walking around the office with... yes, you've guessed it... her panties around her ankles.

Mark and Jenny - Finally some alone time for Mark and Jenny! Lots of shocking, naughty games ensue and she'll have a rather intimate experience with a shot glass.  A safe word will be chosen and Mark will do all he can to make sure that it is uttered before the evening comes to a close.

Redcliff - This man wants to watch Mark squirm, and preferably at his feet. The tactics he will employ to make sure that will happen are going to make your eyes water!

 

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About the Author:

Christina Mandara was born in the UK, but has spent most of her life travelling the world. She speaks three languages and has been chiefly employed in the fields of finance and travel. Her favourite city is Sydney and her favourite holiday destination is the south of France.

She loves keeping fit and enjoys running, cycling and water sports. No, not those kinds of water sports; think surfing or sailing. That doesn’t mean that she doesn’t enjoy BDSM in all of its glorious forms, be that pony girls, bondage, edge play, orgasm denial or a damn good spanking. Her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.

In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.

 If anyone would like more information, I can be stalked here:

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The WorkOut #ScintillatingSunday

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The WorkOut

is a scintillating excerpt from A Harem Boy's Saga - Book I - INITIATION; a memoir by Young

Video trailer for INITIATION: http://bit.ly/1DOMft1 

Excerpt:

 I was delighted and relieved to be with Nikee again after being away from each other for seven weeks. Nikee said the school would have the results of the scholarship by the end of the week. He insisted we both get back to the gym for our workout sessions since we hadn’t done any exercises over our summer holidays. Regular classes had not commenced, therefore the gym room would be relatively quiet. Only a handful of juniors and their BBs were on campus.

On the second day of my return, Nikee and I went over to Kipling Society's gym for a workout. When we were in the locker room changing into our shorts and tank tops, a couple of the BBs suggested we work out naked. The gym wasn't air-conditioned. Ceiling fans were the only means of a cooling device. There would be nobody to disturb us, and it would be cooler. Working out in the buff was a welcome suggestion. Besides, we could better admire our muscles, flexing in front of full-length mirrors. Several inhibited juniors wanted to wear their shorts, which they did.

During our workouts, the BBs alternated in spotting the juniors when we did bench presses or other free weight exercises. When I laid down on the bench to work on my bench press, BB Colin was spotting me. While I was doing my presses, Colin stood naked above me. Colin's cock began growing. He smiled, making no excuses and continued spotting me as I heaved and pushed on the heavy bar.

By the end of my set, Colin's organ has grown fully erect, and was throbbing against his washboard stomach. He grinned, looking at me again. My heart was pounding from the excitement of watching Colin's erection. When I glanced sideways to see the students’ reactions I saw a couple of our BBs already kissing the naked juniors whom they were assisting.

The three juniors who were clothed retreated to a corner. Although their excitement showed beneath their shorts, they did not seem comfortable with what they were witnessing. Before long, one of the BBs who brought them asked if they wanted to leave. They left the gym with their senior. The five naked juniors and four nude ‘big brothers’ continued to work-out. The sexual tension intensified with each passing moment.

Something unusual happened which I hadn't anticipated during our fun and games at the exercise room. I saw Andy casually when we passed each other on campus after our three way rendezvous. We were always friendly and polite, giving each other hugs and exchanging regular student conversations. We never had any inappropriate conduct in front of other people. I always considered our forest liaison to be a casual encounter, nothing serious.

He never failed to wink and smile at me during our passing encounters, but I brushed it off as Andy being Andy, the nice and friendly ‘big brother’. Since Nikee was constantly at my side, I never had a thought that Andy might like me any more than any other junior at the school.      

During our entanglement of limbs and body parts in the heated workout session I sensed Andy’s closeness to me. I could feel him watching my every move, even when he was actively engaged with other boys. He would glance over to see who I was playing with, as if he wanted me solely for his own enjoyment.

 From the back cover 

This provocative story is about a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society. He was spirited to the Middle East, from his UK boarding school. He attended the Bahriji School (Oasis,) in The United Arab Emirates in preparation for serving in Harems for the wealthy and elite.

It is also a love story between the young man and his ‘Valet’ who served as his chaperone and mentor during the boy’s Harem service.

Author’s note:

I had a privileged and unique upbringing in Malaysia, where I was known as a "sissy boy." Following in my brothers' footsteps, I was sent to an exclusive boarding school in England. It is there that I was inducted into a clandestine organization, E.R.O.S. The Enlightened Royal Oracle Society. For four years, unbeknownst to my family, I was willingly and happily part of a Harem.

My story has been kept under wraps for close to 45 years. The correct moment has arrived for me to make known my unique education. 

 There are 7 volumes in A Harem Boy’s Saga series.

A Harem Boy's Saga - Book I - INITIATION; a memoir by Young

Amazon best selling GLBT memoir for 15 months running.

Email: young@aharemboysaga.com

Website: http://aharemboysaga.com/wp/

UK Amazon: http://amzn.to/1DkHC8v

US Amazon: http://amzn.to/1FMlHVY

 

An amazing story of sexual awakening 

5 stars: By OCMD "bookworm"VINE VOICE 

Format: Kindle Edition

It’s been a long time since I read an autobiography that captivated me from the first page. Once I started reading, I could not put the book down. It’s such an intimate and detailed look into a lifestyle we rarely get to see. Young’s coming of age story begins before his birth, when his mother who desperately wanted a daughter begins collecting dolls and feminine clothes for her unborn child. She gives birth to a ten-pound boy who did not conform to society’s norm as he grew up. But, the author says, it wasn’t his mother who “sissified’ him, it was nature. At thirteen, Young is sent to a boarding school in England where he is recruited into a secret fraternity. He travels to another country, is educated in the art of love and seduction, and becomes a willing member a harem. This is a long, well-written and emotional account of a life. An amazing story of sexual awakening, with interesting characters and exotic locations. Well worth a read, no matter your sexual orientation. I will be reading the next in the series.

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Rise of the Flame by K.N. Lee

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Six races. Four realms. One human girl who can bring them together in peace... or war. 
Lilae has been hunted since the night of her birth, for she is heir to a god’s throne. But everything that her surrogate family has done to protect her may have been for nothing. After Lilae is stripped of her powers and enslaved by the emperor of the Mithrani, she finds herself desperate to survive in a strange new world. 

On the other side of the world, Liam leads his army across the realm to protect the Tryans and the fairies from those who would do them harm. But when their odds of survival become next to impossible, he must set out on a journey to find a dragon, a child, and the blessing of a fallen god to aid him in the inevitable realm war. 

The path forward for both Liam and Lilae seems clear, until their dreamscapes collide. But while they draw strength from their connection, Lilae may be falling for the emperor who should be her greatest enemy. 

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Review

"BEST fantasy book I read this year!" - The Grammar Babe

"Her story has layers of realms and dimensions and just as many characters. She balances the story with the usual darkness wanting to destroy the light, one race wanting to wipe out the next. But, we have two characters, having had only a glimpse of each other between realms. Both intrigued and yet not quite sure what they experienced, and so we get to see how this unfolds and the tragedies and triumphs they will endure before they find one another. I am a dragon girl and when the dragon first appeared I was like YES!" -Denice Garrou, Author of the Dragonhorse Saga 

"Author K. N. Lee is skilled with the use of what makes fiction come alive for a reader: heroic characters who courageously face harrowing challenges, such as protagonists Lilae and Liam, formidable villains like Wexcyn and Dragnar, dialogue which flows as credibly as any given conversation in daily life, and, of course, enough compelling action sequences to keep the pages turning far into the wee hours of another morning's dawn."- Michael Holman. Author of Resolve and Retribution

"This is my first book by this author and I couldn't put it down. It was a thrill ride with interesting characters and a great storyline. I definitely recommend reading this."- Rants and Raves with Yvonne

About the Author:

K.N. Lee is an award-winning author that resides in Charlotte, North Carolina. When she is not writing twisted tales, fantasy novels, and dark poetry, she does a great deal of traveling and promotes other authors. Wannabe rock-star, foreign language enthusiast, and anime geek, K.N. Lee also enjoys helping others reach their writing and publishing goals. She is a winner of the Elevate Lifestyle Top 30 Under 30 "Future Leaders of Charlotte" award for her success as a writer, business owner, and for community service.

Her works include, Rise of the Flame, The Chronicles of Koa: Netherworld, Dark Prophet, A Gifted Curse, Wicked Webs, Empty Your Heart, Pixie Dust, and the paranormal collection of short stories, Thicker Than Blood. 

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Vanquish The Jealous Heart #ScintillatingSunday

“Have you ever been in love?

Horrible isn’t it?

It makes you so vulnerable.

It opens your chest and it opens up your heart

And it means that someone can get inside you

And mess you up.”

Neil Gaiman

 

Welcome to the Scintillating Sunday blog hop where multiple romance author share 1 to 8 paragraphs only of one of their novels.  

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Vanquish The Jealous Heart

is a scintillating excerpt from A Harem Boy's Saga - Book II - UNBRIDLED; a memoir by Young

Video trailer for UNBRIDLED: http://bit.ly/1CqXmCP

Excerpt:

Fun & Games

Mario was the first to initiate a game of strip poker. As the losers discarded pieces of clothing, the gathering began a rapid transformation from suggestive sensuality to active sexual magnetism. A few games later, some of us were down to our skivvies. Through the thin cotton fabrics, our erections were veritably obvious. The Count, standing next to his adolescent friend, Tino, began massaging the boy’s shoulders, stimulating his excitement to full attention. Ugo, the boy’s companion, was forthwith turned on watching his friend’s hardness peeking out of his underwear. The sexual instigator had moved to kiss Tino’s neck as he continued rubbing the boy’s penile wetness, stirring him to tilt his bottom towards his aggressor. As we continued our poker game, we were glancing sideways to observe the unfolding erotica, all the while pretending nothing unusual was happening. Through the corners of our permissive eyes we witnessed The Count’s hand sensually caressing the boy’s scrotum. As with many experienced playboys, Mario was no exception to the art of sensuality and sexuality. He was now rubbing his skimpily covered erection against Tino’s willing buttocks. The two items of clothing separating the man’s hardness and the boy’s slit were their moist underwear. Although the adolescent pretended to focus on his cards, his thoughts betrayed his actions as his body lovingly leaned against the Count’s muscular physique. His hands were intimately gripping Tino’s slender waist.

Our attempts to remain focused on our cards were feverishly diminishing with each ticking second. Gabrielli, the alpha male took charge to dismiss the game. Soon our palpable hands and mouths were on our sensual opponents who were standing next to us. A discarded heap of clothing lay scattered on the floor amidst a sea of entangled bodies, intertwined in pulsating positions on the carpeted floor. Sensual tongues like polished blades pried open voluptuous lips, darting into the inner recesses of our longing souls. Hungry mouths suckled bulbous lengths, savoring dripping emissions before proceeding to lap on globes of quivering balls. Our erections were in readiness to penetrate cruppers of youthful openings, our bodily heat turned full volume, sending shivers through our wrestling spines. The room was electrified with sublime vicissitudes of sexual postulations. We merged as a unified body casting us into the Aleph of timelessness. We were infinite Gods in motion.

The Angelic Hosts

Our angelic hosts sang moans of hosannas while some uttered groans of alleluias as we frolicked in the living room of Palazzo Rosa. Our shameless benedictions gave way to assimilated transcendent passion while joyful cries emigrated to murmuring salutations, all in praise of ecstatic jubilation on our final quest to sexual ecstasies. I was dominant at times, only to be muscled into submission, when love’s dichotomy took flight to overturn my abating fancy.

Yet amidst this delirious sexuality, my jealous heart reared its ugly head, desiring the object of my infatuation to possess me. I did not want to share the Count with others. But I had to subdue this monstrosity, banishing the green eyed beast into the abyss of the underworld. The emerald intensity of this secret monster was diminishing the core of my very existence. It was relegating my being into dungeons of sorrows. I hated myself despite the joyful mask I wore. I surrendered the aching heart that was ripping me apart. This indescribable torment beckoned me to shatter into a thousand pieces. How could I pick up my broken rejections, mending that which was already lost?

Concentrating on my task at hand, my infatuation soon gave rise to an inner strength I never knew existed. I was able to turn the table around. I began to win this jealous battle of misshapen conflict. My sincere retribution was the heavenly sign I needed to transform my troubled cowardice into my spiritual awakening. Although the sojourn journey from love’s recovery was not quick, it was by no means a rarefied success. I had managed to hold power over the emerald wizard, at least for now, impinging the fraudulent beast and relegating it back into its morbid lair of false intentions.

Thanks to my accompanying hosts of cute cherubim and handsome seraphim, the journey to self-realization and recovery was complete. Spews of sexual delights filled the Rosa’s chamber with roars of thunderous releases, until each and every cherub and seraphs had had their fill of orgasmic ecstasies. Limp limbs in servile compositions bore witness to our synchronized amorousness, packaging our love into blissful fractions of sweet contentment before peaceful slumber plummeted our swirling hearts into a night of restful consolation. Tomorrow we commence our journey to the Capital.

 From the back cover 

Unbridled is the sequel to Initiation - A provocative story about a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society. He was spirited to the Middle East, from his UK boarding school. He attended the Bahriji School (Oasis,) in The United Arab Emirates in preparation for serving in Harems for the wealthy and elite.

It is also a love story between the young man, his ‘Big Brother’ and his ‘Valet’ who served as his chaperones and mentors during the boy’s Harem services.

This book follows the teenagers’ erotic and exotic adventures and experiences at their 2nd Arab Household Harem, the Sekham. They were apprentices and models, for the household patriarch’s controversial photography project, “Sacred Sex in Sacred Places”.

The author's experiences present facts that are truthful. Through these truths, which are often demonized by contemporary societies that deem such behaviors inappropriate, the author hopes to dispel condemnations and negativity which relate to his experiences. 

There are 7 volumes in A Harem Boy’s Saga series.

A Harem Boy's Saga - Book II - UNBRIDLED; a memoir by Young

Amazon best selling GLBT memoir for 13 months running.

Email: young@aharemboysaga.com

Website: www.aharemboysaga.com

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US Amazon: http://amzn.to/1FMlHVY

 5.0 out of 5 stars "Unbridled: A Harem Boy's Saga" Review

By Kindle Customer on January 1, 2015

 

Format: Kindle Edition

 

My reading of the first book in A Harem Boy's Saga made me anticipate the second one eagerly, though I was unfortunately not able to read it as quickly as I wanted. It was definitely worth the wait, however. In the first book, we were introduced to the young man, the author himself, who described his life and experiences before being sent to a certain academy for young men.

 

In the second book, Unbridled, the writing was much stronger than in the first book but didn't detract from the wonderful descriptive writing I had enjoyed in the first story. But where in the first story the boy Young grew up and learned about himself, in the second story he learned about love as much as he learned to explore his own feelings. Since I am a sucker for a good love story, this element hit the perfect note with me as a reader.

 

Another aspect of this story I enjoyed was the elements of fashion, one of Young's passions, which he hinted at in the first book. In this book, however, he alternates the narrative of the past with the present day. I liked this literary device and it worked well with the story.

 

What I truly admire about this author is how he embraces who he is and revels in his experiences. I wish that more LGTB people were able to unflinchingly reveal themselves and be happy in their own skin. I understand our society has a long way to go before this is a real possibility, but it is authors such as Young who help pave the way for equality.

I'm interested in following the rest of Young's story. I would like to find out where Young went next. Overall, this is a well written love story with some excellent descriptive writing that brings exotic locations, larger than life characters, and the world of fashion to life.

 

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Author Heidi Renee Mason - an interview

Heidi Renee Mason

always knew she would be an author. Heidi is passionate about writing, and writes fiction, as well as poetry. In her spare time, Heidi enjoys music, genealogy, all things Celtic, and chick flicks. A native of the Midwest, Heidi now resides in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and three daughters. Investigating the Heart is Heidi’s debut novel. 

Heidi Renee Mason latest/current work:

Investigating the Heart

Release Date: 09/04/2015

Publisher: Solstice Publishing 

Visit Heidi at: www.heidireneemason.wordpress.com

On Twitter @heidireneemason

Or on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/pages/Heidi-Renee-Mason/1588917641371359

Young: Tell us about your Latest Book/Book about to be released? Release Date? And can you give us a teaser?

Heidi Renee Mason (H.R.M.): Investigating the Heart is women’s fiction/suspense. It will be released on September 4, 2015. After the death of her husband in a plane crash, Emma McCoy, a single mom of three, has given up on love. When she meets Liam O’Reilly, an FBI agent who is new in town, the chemistry is immediate.  Emma tries to keep her distance, but Liam is determined to win her over.  As the two navigate their feelings, Emma’s resolve begins to crumble. What Emma doesn’t know is that Liam is connected to her past in a way that she could never have imagined, and this connection could put their future in jeopardy.  In the small town of Beckland, Ohio, danger is the last thing that Emma expects.  However, since Liam’s arrival, it seems like peril is waiting around every corner.

Young: What other books/short stories have you written?

(H.R.M.): Investigating the Heart is my debut novel. I have written magazine articles, short stories, poetry, and I worked as a Staff Writer for a newspaper in the past.

Young: Do you publish in e-book, print, or both?

(H.R.M.): My book will be available in both print and e-book formats.

Young: Where can readers find your books?

(H.R.M.): My books can be found by visiting my website at www.heidireneemason.wordpress.com under the “how to order” tab. Purchase information can also be found at www.facebook.com/HeidiReneeMason or at my twitter page @heidireneemason.

Young: What do you think are the biggest challenges for the type of writing that you do?

(H.R.M.): The biggest challenge for me is finding adequate time to devote to writing. As a home schooling mom, my schedule revolves around my girls’ schedules.

Young: So with your latest work released/or being released, what comes next? What can we expect from you in the future?

(H.R.M.): I am currently writing my second novel, with a working title of Hope Found. It is in the very beginning stages, so I am excited to see where it ends up. 

Young: What is your routine once you start writing a book?

(H.R.M.): Once I start writing a book, I feel an intense need to finish it. I am extremely focused and driven, so I have to work hard to pace myself. 

Young: Where do you see yourself in five years?

(H.R.M.): In five years, I hope to have several more books to my credit. I hope I am doing what I’m doing now…being a wife and mother and following my passion to write.

Young: Have you ever experienced Writer's Block?  If so how did you work through it?

(H.R.M.): The best way to conquer Writer’s Block is to write. Start writing and let the words pour out of you. They may not be the perfect words, but sometimes that’s when the magic happens. 

Investigating the Heart

Blurb: 

After the death of her husband in a plane crash, Emma McCoy, a single mom of three, has given up on love. When she meets Liam O’Reilly, an FBI agent who is new in town, the chemistry is immediate.  Emma tries to keep her distance, but Liam is determined to win her over.  As the two navigate their feelings, Emma’s resolve begins to crumble. What Emma doesn’t know is that Liam is connected to her past in a way that she could never have imagined, and this connection could put their future in jeopardy.  In the small town of Beckland, Ohio, danger is the last thing that Emma expects.  However, since Liam’s arrival, it seems like peril is waiting around every corner.

By 

Heidi Renee Mason

author at www.solsticepublishing.com

www.heidireneemason.wordpress.com

At Paraga Beach #ScintillatingSunday

“Whatever else can be said about sex, it cannot be called a dignified performance.”

Helen Lawrenson

 

Welcome to the Scintillating Sunday blog hop where multiple romance author share 1 to 8 paragraphs only of one of their novels.  

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 At Paraga Beach 

is a scintillating excerpt from A Harem Boy's Saga - Book III - DEBAUCHERY; a memoir by Young

Video trailer for DEBAUCHERY: http://bit.ly/1NUcelM

Excerpt:

As my Valet and I sat admiring the dramatic sunset reflected on the turquoise water, I couldn’t help but lean my head against his shoulder. No words were needed as we marveled at nature’s romance. 

    Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands on my shoulder and warm breath down the back of my neck. Without turning around, I knew that Oscar was behind me. His coziness never failed to ignite my passion. My groin stirred at his touch. Andy kissed my longing lips as I opened willingly to both lovers.

    My BB reached his hands into the front of my T-shirt, caressing my already aroused nipples as I reached to fondle Andy’s growing organ, concealed behind his denim jeans. I could feel my Oscar’s member throbbing against my spine while he continued kissing gently at my tender neck.

    This erotic foreplay was too titillating for the three of us. We did not care if there were people watching; we went with nature’s flow as the ocean waves lapped gently against the rolling sand. I closed my eyes and surrendered to my lovers’ adoring embraces. 

    A short distance away, a camera was clicking unobtrusively at our love-making scenario. I did not open my eyes to see the photographer. My instinct told me that it was none other than the artist whose work we so admired. He was capturing the essence of our heated ardor, the spirit that differentiates a good photograph from a great one. Our host was seizing this rare moment to capture the unrevealing sensuality, where affection merges with sexuality, the place where divinity converges with spirituality. Vittorio, the artful conjurer, knew he was onto something special, something more than what his regular models could provide him. Our trio gave him the magical enchantment he desperately craved to propel his artistic endeavor to a new level of artistry. We furnished him with an unbridled honesty where many fear to tread, afraid that their openness may lead to heartbreak.

    Unbeknownst to our skilled photographer, we were no ordinary boys. We were fearless E.R.O.S. boys, groomed in the arts of sensuality, sexuality, and most significantly in the Art of Loving.

    Our desirous fervencies propelled us to unimaginable heights of emotional ecstasy. Stripped naked, the three of us had amalgamated as an entity. I felt Oscar in the core of my being while our beloved Andy lay buried deep inside my BB. We moved in synchronicity to the oscillating motion of our rhythmic breath: Gaia’s breathe of life, the life of God, the life of the universal truth. 

    The adonisms of our being soon brought us to uncontrollable depths of deliverance. We could stave off no longer our desires for each other. Oscar froze as his love poured into the kernel of my soul. My Valet released his masculinity deep within the mystic tunnel of our lover. I could not hold off the flame of my essence and spewed my farinaceous fountain onto the powdery sand, and the ocean cleaned away my remnants with each lapping wave, returning my seed to timeless eternity...

 

 From the back cover 

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”

Lao Tzu

Debauchery is the triquel to A Harem Boy’s Saga, a provocative story about a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society through his UK boarding school. From there, he was spirited to the Middle East to attend the Bahriji (Oasis) School in The United Arab Emirates in preparation for Harem services for the wealthy elite.

It is also a love story between the young man, his ‘Big Brother,’ and his ‘Valet,’ who served as his chaperones and mentors.

This bookfollows the teenagers’ erotic and exotic adventures and experiences at their third Arabian Household Harem, the Quwah. There, they became confidants to a prince, assistants in an international dance club venture, “Carousel,” and apprentices and models in a controversial photography project, “Sacred Sex in Sacred Places.”

This story is an account of the author’s experiences. Through these truths, often demonized by contemporary societies that deem such behaviors inappropriate, the author hopes to dispel condemnation and negativity related to sexuality, love, and personal freedom. 

A Harem Boy’s Saga is a series of seven volumes.

A Harem Boy's Saga - Book III - DEBAUCHERY; a memoir by Young

Amazon best selling GLBT memoir for 13 months running.

Email: young@aharemboysaga.com

Website: www.aharemboysaga.com

UK Amazon: http://amzn.to/1DkHC8v

US Amazon: http://amzn.to/1FMlHVY

 5.0 out of 5 stars Addicted to this series

By ocmdVINE VOICE on July 3, 2015

Format: Kindle Edition (Verified Purchase)

 

I loved the first two books in the Harem Boy’s Saga and I devoured book three just as eagerly. Debauchery is a seamless transition in the author’s amazing journey, and I admit I am now addicted to this series. Correspondence in 2012 supplements the story as Young relates his experiences and feelings in 1967. He was a young boy when he flew to London to meet his beloved Valet, Andy. They’d been apart for eight weeks, and they missed each other desperately. Once they were together again, they could not wait to give in to their passion. Their reunion captivated me. I became totally involved with the characters and emotionally invested in their story. The journey moves on to the French Riviera, and other exotic locations that are so well described, I felt like I was there. Young and Andy become part of a royal household and all the joy and sadness of their taboo lifestyle is related with honesty and in a wonderfully engaging style. Knowing the story was true only made it more compelling. There was no way I could put it down. Kudos to the author for letting us share his journey of self-discovery.

 

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BAD KITTY by Teresa Noelle Roberts

Meet BAD KITTY and her two bad boys

Blurb:

When you make the Devil’s bargain, be prepared to take the heat. A lot of heat.

Most of cat-girl Xia’s early memories are repressed, thank the Great Cat Mother. But her body remembers how to kill.

The longer she and her fellow Malcolm crewmates are holed up on lawless Cibari hiding from assassins, the twitchier she gets—until the planet’s insanely sexy warlord, Rahal Mizyar, borrows her skills to take out slavers.

Rahal suspects Xia is his mate, but the human-raised female never learned the finer points of felinoid rituals. The solution: make her fall hard and fast for him, even if it means playing dirty.

Hired to determine if Xia is the long-missing granddaughter of the felinoid prime minister, Cal Janssen has finally tracked her down. Getting past Rahal, though, is a problem—until he’s mistaken for a notorious arms dealer and playboy. And he finds himself the object of both Rahal’s and Xia’s seduction.

When their first mission brings Xia’s memories bulleting back to the surface, she realizes she’s fallen for two men who don’t exist. Running away, however, could be her deadliest mistake.

Buy Links: 

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Warning:

Contains an assassin with a swiss cheese memory, a badass warlord who’s getting tired of his own con, and a freelance lawman. Secrets, lies, and hot sex with no rules.

Series blurb:

In the 26^th century, humans and numerous alien races share the galaxy. Technology has advanced massively. Old Earth is a vast preserve and museum, and humans have spread to the stars. But some things remain the same. Love, lust, and money motivate both humans and other sentient species. Politics can get ugly. And crime can pay very well indeed.

Meet the crew of the independent freighter Malcolm. They usually succeed in keeping things only a little bit illegal. But then a seemingly legit job goes supernova—and they’re on the run, hiding from assassins, a planetary government, and their own dark pasts.

It’s the perfect time to fall in love!

In the 26^th century, humans and numerous alien races share the galaxy. Technology has advanced massively. Old Earth is a vast preserve and museum, and humans have spread to the stars. But some things remain the same. Love, lust, and money motivate both humans and other sentient species. Politics can get ugly. And crime can pay very well indeed.

Meet the crew of the independent freighter Malcolm. They usually succeed in keeping things only a little bit illegal. But then a seemingly legit job goes supernova—and they’re on the run, hiding from assassins, a planetary government, and their own dark pasts.

It’s the perfect time to fall in love!

Really filthy excerpt:

All too soon, Rahal pulled back from the kiss and moved his hand from Cal’s aching cock to Cal’s cheek. “Look at me, Viking. I bet those blue eyes go all stormy the more excited you get. I want to see that.”

Cal gulped and obeyed.

Rahal began to stroke his cock again, the same lazy, delicious rhythm as he thrust into Xia.

Xia mewled something. It might have been words or just a nonsensical cry of pleasure, but Cal couldn’t focus on the actual syllables, just the lilting music of her voice blending with Rahal’s growl-purr and the rush of his own blood to create an intense erotic tapestry of sound. His balls pulled closer to his body and his body stretched taut, preparing to explode.

Xia made a sad little noise as if she knew she was about to be cheated and Cal bit his lip hard in an effort to pull back from the brink.

Rahal finished one last long, luxurious caress, then shoved gently at Cal’s chest. “Your come has a prior engagement. Otherwise I’d stroke you until you blasted where my cock and Xia’s cunt meet.”

The bluntly erotic words didn’t exactly help Cal get a grip on his sanity. But they did propel him back to Xia. “Need you,” he managed to say.

“Of course you do.” She still sounded chirpy, even though her body quaked from Rahal’s thrusts, faster and harder now, lifting her off the cushions with their intensity.

Then she took him in. Her eyes rolled back into her head as if she was overwhelmed by pleasure. He wanted to do the same but for a few seconds he forced himself to keep his eyes open so he could watch his cock plunge into that hot, eager mouth, watch the movements of her hands that were maybe half the size of Rahal’s, but, oh stars, just as skilled in their own way.

“Yum,” she sputtered, his cock halfway into her mouth, one hand on his balls, the other circling his shaft. “Even better than I imagined.” At least that was what he knew she must have said. It was all a cock-muffled blur and at that point Cal couldn’t think of anything he’d rather hear, except the chorus of cries and moans they’d all produce when they came.

At this moment, Cal would testify that nothing in the cosmos—not the Horseshoe Nebula, not the ten-kilometer-high Falls of Laskar, not the Sea of Miltas under the light of four full moons—was more beautiful than Xia’s lovely mouth stretched and distorted as she sucked his dick. Nothing more beautiful than Xia’s body joining with Rahal’s. He wanted to keep watching, keep seeing the lush, crazy-lovely spectacle. That talented, slightly raspy tongue and the occasional hint of those sharp fangs created sensations unlike anything he’d experienced before. He’d enjoyed plenty of blow jobs in his life, and they’d all been good—face it, even awkward oral sex from an inexperienced lover had its merits—but this was remarkable.

Buy Links: 

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Author bio:

Teresa Noelle Roberts started writing stories in kindergarten and she hasn’t stopped yet. A prolific author of short erotica, she’s also a published poet and fantasy writer—but hot paranormals and BDSM-spiced contemporaries were her favorites until she realized science-fiction romances offered new possibilities for outrageous adventure, wild sex and love that overcomes serious obstacles, including being from different species!

Find her at www.teresanoelleroberts.com, on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/AuthorTeresaNoelleRoberts, or on Twitter, where she hangs out as @TeresNoeRoberts