The Twatspert

“He shifted to his side and zeroed in on the little area of curls at the apex of her thighs....

Thu, 27 Dec 2012 20:14:34 -0500

“He shifted to his side and zeroed in on the little area of curls at the apex of her thighs. Pale as winter sunshine, wavy as the sea, it concealed what he was eager to pay homage to.”

Impossible To Resist - Janice Maynard

Penis or Plunger?

Fri, 07 Dec 2012 12:47:01 -0500

“He was so large she felt that she could not let him go without feeling the suck of his organ on her womb, without feeling the need to have him back inside.”

Secrets of Castillo del Arco - Trish Morey

“His fingers worked at his shirt, reefing it off, and she could not resist putting her hand to...

Fri, 07 Dec 2012 12:41:21 -0500

“His fingers worked at his shirt, reefing it off, and she could not resist putting her hand to his skin, drinking in the complexities of his skinscape—the sculpted flesh, the wiry brush of hair, the nuggety nub of a nipple.”

Secrets of Castillo del Arco - Trish Morey

Who needs a rainbow when all you need is purple?

Thu, 10 May 2012 12:34:56 -0400

“He caught her colorful thrills and delicate spills on his lips and delivered them to hers, let her taste her essence, which only made her crave his. They peeled each other bare and touched, tasted, breathed each other in until they blended so perfectly that her leading him to her and his going inside was inevitable.

They made their own rainbow.”

Cool Hand Hank - Kathleen Eagle

Wait... What?

Thu, 10 May 2012 12:27:07 -0400

”’Sweet cakes with foam.’ He smiled against her nipple. ‘Which has a bite to it.’”

Cool Hand Hank - Kathleen Eagle

Cryptozoological Sexytime Fun

Thu, 10 May 2012 12:21:00 -0400

“He gave a pained laugh as she rose over him like Nessie, pushed her hair back and settled on his lap with an added bonus.”

Cool Hand Hank - Kathleen Eagle

Why Wile E. Coyote is a Bad Bet in Bed

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 20:53:14 -0400

“He murmured her name and moved against her faster, until the powder ignited, the kindling went up and she was thrown a thousand leagues into the air.”

The Fearless Maverick - Robyn Grady

His penis must be one of those newer models.

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 22:39:06 -0400

“At the instant his orgasm imploded, Alex arced his neck back and gave into the shuddering release that rocked every cell in his body.”

The Fearless Maverick - Robyn Grady

Pussy Personified

Tue, 31 Jan 2012 12:16:07 -0500

“Beautiful pussy.” He parted the folds with his thumb then licked her. She cried out at the sensation of his tongue boldly tasting her, brazenly sweeping over her clit. “God this pussy that aches for me.”

Scoring Lacey - Jenna Howard

"I wanted to throw you onto your bed and bury myself in you … Fuck you hard until you were..."

Tue, 31 Jan 2012 12:10:00 -0500

“I wanted to throw you onto your bed and bury myself in you … Fuck you hard until you were screaming to come. Fuck that sexy wet heat of yours. Fuck you until I was spilling inside of you, as if my come could put out the fires. Fuck this pussy that calls to me, begs me even now to make the ache go away.”

- Scoring Lacey - Jenna Howard

Pregnant Sex = Crowded Vagina?

Mon, 21 Nov 2011 16:33:35 -0500

“He was within her, yet not fully a part of her, and she lifted to capture his length.

‘Shh. Don’t move, honey. I don’t want to come near the baby’s head.’”

A Convenient Wife - Carolyn Davidson

Sex Scene or Alien Abduction?

Sun, 20 Nov 2011 18:38:55 -0500

“His hand pressed against her feminine warmth, his fingers probing, silently urging her compliance, and she opened to him.”

A Convenient Wife - Carolyn Davidson

"He filled her, stretched her to capacity. Slick and large and alien. She fought the urge to pull..."

Fri, 07 Oct 2011 23:40:00 -0400

“He filled her, stretched her to capacity. Slick and large and alien. She fought the urge to pull back, to escape the strangeness of his throbbing member buried deep inside her.”

- In Scandal They Wed - Sophie Jordan

"The slick drag of him against her weeping flesh made her fidget, writhe beneath him, reaching,..."

Fri, 07 Oct 2011 23:31:21 -0400

“The slick drag of him against her weeping flesh made her fidget, writhe beneath him, reaching, seeking for something close, near, within reach.”

- In Scandal They Wed - Sophie Jordan

Horse Sex TMI

Sun, 04 Sep 2011 22:58:22 -0400

“Prince’s seed was sown. He emerged from Cinnamon glistening, wet, leaving vestiges of their intercourse on her sheeny rump.”

The Gamble - LaVyrle Spencer.

"With the instincts of the ages, she reached for his velvet hardness, felt him stiffen and groan with..."

Mon, 29 Aug 2011 18:47:41 -0400

““With the instincts of the ages, she reached for his velvet hardness, felt him stiffen and groan with a pleasure equal to her own.””

- An Officer and a Gentleman - Rachel Lee

Purple is a Pretty Color

Mon, 29 Aug 2011 18:42:39 -0400

“Only when his fingers gained unfettered access to her dewy core did he lift his head. Looking down at her, he smiled. ‘But I’ve got more than a few secrets to share with you, honey.’ Parting her moist petals, he stroked her deeply, gently, and listened to the catch of her breath. ‘Is that good?’”

An Officer and a Gentleman - Rachel Lee

Tits: Boners For Ladies

Thu, 04 Aug 2011 23:12:29 -0400

“Her imagination instantly filled the gap, her breasts engorging, her nipples tightening as feminine instincts as old as time urged her to go for broke and kiss him, caress him, draw him to her and never let him go.”

The Marriage Miracle - Liz Fielding

Sex: Icecapades Style (With Bonus Racist Overtones)

Mon, 25 Jul 2011 23:49:00 -0400

“He shifted his attention to the central entertainment. Twelve female servants, all naked and kneeling in a circle. To enhance the impression of a flower in the best Isadora Duncan tradition, they were curled forward, their elbows and arms stretched out, foreheads pressed to the stones. Since they all had long hair in various colors, the hair was fanned out in a perfect shape, trimmed to form scalloping around the outer edge of the circle. Real flower petals in different hues were scattered over their backs. In the center of the circle formed by their bodies stood twelve black men of extremely dark complexion, also naked. They had their heads bowed and arms around each other’s shoulders so the overall effect was of a white-petaled flower with a brown center, like a daisy scattered with color from those strewn petals.

…

At Belizar’s gesture, the black men moved forward and knelt, one man behind each woman. A motor engaged, eliciting a murmur from the assembled, because the men had been concealing a sculpture anchored on the mirrored center of a dais that now rose to form a new center within the flower arrangement. The sculpture was a smooth, stylized version of a reclined nude male body, with all the dips necessary to drape a woman over it in a variety of provocative poses. The nude body also had an erect, angled phallus.

…

As if this wasn’t enough to make him spurt, the black men, their oiled bodies gleaming, had taken hold of the “petals” and lifted their hips so they were straight legged. Each woman’s ankle crossed over the woman next to her, an organic binding that would make the vibration of their movements ripple throughout the whole circle. The men drove their cocks in as the women’s voices, aroused by what was going on above them, cried out in unison. The noise rose and connected them, creating an aphrodisiac Jacob suspected was far stronger than what had been around the slave girl’s neck.

The women threw their heads back at the same time, the flow of hair like the toss of a sheet of silk in the air, a rippling wave of multiple colors. The men wrapped their big hands in it like reins, holding them at painful, revealing angles, breasts hanging down loosely and quivering from the shock as the men’s cocks pounded into them.

The dais was turning—when had that happened? His gaze was full of the tableau from every angle, thanks to his lady and his own eyes. A dozen pale female asses, bobbing up. Dark, tightly packed ass muscles clenching as the men beat their cocks into the tight rosebud channels.

…

As one, the men in the circle below pulled out and took their organs in hand for one, two quick strokes. The women spun around on their knees, their arms braced behind them, knees spread wide, bodies rising in an arch, heads tipped back. The men’s release shot against their breasts, so much like a fountain it couldn’t help but impress the assembled gathering.

The viscous white fluids spilled down the women’s flat bellies, pooled in their navels and slowed like molasses, drawing the eyes down to the smooth mounds.

The Mark of the Vampire Queen - Joey W. Hill

"Tremors of earthquakes shimmered through her, intensified when he came inside her at the same time,..."

Mon, 25 Jul 2011 23:23:10 -0400

““Tremors of earthquakes shimmered through her, intensified when he came inside her at the same time, thrusting up into her so roughly she was sure he tore her delicate opening, but she didn’t care.””

- The Mark of the Vampire Queen - Joey W. Hill