The OTHER excerpt from Full Moon Rising by Lorie O Clare.

Excerpt is one I have picked out.

To be honest I didn't like the hero, because I read Lissa Matthews, Tina O Donhaue and Amarinda Jones and their heroes are written better and I've read more faithful, more true power plays and exchanges in other books. The hero Ethan gives Beth what she wants in sex but the problem is despite her personality and as a result their exchange, I feel it comes across is too one sided in a way or just not quite all there. Anyway, this is a beautifully written book and sexy and hot on the sexual descriptions. Not all books can do it for me, this one does in that respect.

Full Moon Rising By Lorie O Clare.

“I decide how to handle my pack. You don’t make those decisions. And I don’t answer to you on how the pack is run.” He took a step toward her, her eyes continually moving over him, taking in his stance, returning to his face and then looking him over again. “But you will answer to me for your actions.”

“I don’t answer to anyone.” She didn’t back up. Her hands went to her hips and her jaw set with a determined expression.

He couldn’t keep from touching her any longer. Gripping her neck, sliding his fingers up her soft skin, the heat from her body almost scalded his senses. She looked up at him wide-eyed, not fighting him, but mentally daring him with a look he was sure had sent many werewolves running with their tails between their legs.

There was no way he could resist any longer. Lowering his mouth to hers, he watched her eyelids flutter closed, and then open again, never looking away while he brushed his lips over hers.

She tasted better than he’d imagined. Her body was rigid though, her hard breathing the only clue he had to her arousal. That and the intense emotions steaming the air around them. She would submit to him. Her challenging gaze made him want her to accept his domination even more.

Gripping her jaw, he kissed her hard, stealing her breath, demanding her compliance. She gasped, causing fire to rush through him with enough ferocity to turn his cock to steel.
He dove into her mouth, piercing it with his tongue, relishing her heat and sweet addictive taste.

Beth pushed against his chest, breaking the kiss. Her cheeks were an adorable shade of pink, the gold in her eyes a wonderful contrast against the green. She almost panted, her mouth parted, her lips glossy from their kiss.

“Don’t try that again.” Her words came out on a breath, her flushed expression and heavy breathing making her demand sound weak.

“Are you challenging me?” He moved in on her, itching to grab a hold of her breasts that strained against her shirt.

Her lips quivered, her mouth moving to say something but then she hesitated. She backed away, while pointing her finger at him. The urge to grab it, suck it into his mouth, just to see what she looked like when she came, overwhelmed him.

“I’m…not interested in you.” She looked away from him, only for a moment.

But it was enough for him to see she was lying. He grabbed her under the arms, lifting her, pressing her back against the wall.

“Don’t ever lie to me, Beth.” He pressed his body against hers, let her feel his hard cock press against her.

“Oh.” She gasped, crying out in surprise.

Beth Parks didn’t have werewolves handling her this roughly very often. And he had a feeling that might be her problem. Her size had nothing to do with her strength. And she needed a werewolf stronger than she was to break the icy front she put out, and allow her to feel the passion he sensed rushing through her.

Ethan crushed his mouth over hers, no longer polite, but demanding. She needed to be shown an authority stronger than her own. His blood boiled when her tongue swirled around his, slowly at first. It was as if she needed to touch him, but feared the level of submission he demanded. He was certain he asked a first of her, but knew she could do it. Beth needed to know he was in charge, and she needed to learn to trust his authority.

She struggled only for a moment and then slowly he felt her relax into him. Opening her mouth further, her tongue darted forward, daring to taste what he offered. He pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her, crushing her to his chest. Her heart pounded against him, matching the driving beat that already rushed through his body.

Her fingers pressed into his shoulders, not necessarily holding on, but possibly testing his strength. The heat of her touch scorched through his shirt, adding to the blaze already burning straight to his soul.

Moving to his chair, never once breaking the kiss, he relaxed into it, cradling her into his lap. The softness of her ass caused all blood to rush straight to his cock. He was almost dizzy with the urge to come, to explode. More than anything he wanted to rip her clothes from her, bend her over, and impale her, filling her with his hot cream while she screamed out his name.

A gasp escaped her lips, her body curving around his. She adjusted herself, pulling her mouth away, breaking the kiss. He heard her struggle to breathe. He ran his mouth over her flushed cheeks, feeling the fever burning there. Every inch of her was on fire, her lust pent-up way too long. More than likely few men had been strong enough to allow her the true freedom of releasing.

The hardness of her nipples, stabbing his chest, distracted him. Her skin burned though him, branding his soul when he pushed his hand under her shirt. Her breath was hot against the side of his head, boiling his brain, fogging his senses. He needed more of her.

Charges of electricity rushed through him when he brushed his fingers over her skin, tracing a path toward her chest. A staggered breath escaped her when he cupped her breast through the soft material of her bra.

“Damn. Beth.” He could hardly contain himself. Her surrender in his arms, her intoxicating aroma of lust, made the beast within him begin to emerge.

Moving the fabric that covered her nipple, he rubbed the hardened nub between his thumb and finger. Something primal, raw, more intense than his human body could handle threatened to break through.

“God.” She cried out, her body stiffening on his lap.

The smell of her cum filled the air so quickly he wasn’t ready for his reaction."

Come Friday I always want some good confrontational Erotica drama I can sink my teeth into.

And I shall see if this is it.

Have an erotic weekend folks wolksy.

Full Moon Rising by Lorie O'Clare already available from Elloras Cave Publishing. By the way, I really liked her biography on there, "All my life, I've wondered at how people fall into the routines of life. The paths we travel seemed to be well-trodden by society. We go to school, fall in love, find a line of work (and hope and pray it is one we like), have children and do our best to mold them into good people who will travel the same path. This is the path so commonly referred to as the "real world".

The characters in my books are destined to stray down a different path other than the one society suggests. Each story leads the reader into a world altered slightly from the one they know. For me, this is what good fiction is about, an opportunity to escape from the daily grind and wander down someone else's path.

Lorie O'Clare lives in Kansas with her three sons."

So cool.

Anyway, here's a blurb from Full Moon Rising, "Ethan Masterson has one of the largest packs in the northern part of America. He's broken ground with humans in their territory, successfully living and working alongside them, putting his name in the history books for werewolves. So when word gets to him that a sassy young lawyer is throwing a fit about werewolf rights among the humans, he is outraged that she will destroy his efforts to create a peaceful environment between his pack and the humans in the area.

Beth Parks is one of the most successful lawyers in the Midwest. No one knows she is a werewolf, and she does her best to work among humans, keeping her identity a secret. When she finds out her mother's homepack is being walked all over by humans, she rushes to the rescue, fearing her mother's health will suffer from the stress. What she isn't prepared for though, is that the man she has fantasized about since high school is now pack leader.

Sparks fly when these two headstrong werewolves learn that fantasies can become reality."


And an excerpt cos I'm good to you! I'll also post another excerpt once I've read it,


"Dear Lord. Miss Beth Parks had filled out nicely. He blew out a breath of air, realizing he would start drooling if he didn’t take his mind off of that small but perfectly shaped body. She would look damned good sprawled out on a bed. He’d begun to wonder whether she shaved her pussy or not when he gave himself a mental slap.

“Contact City Hall,” she was saying. “I don’t want to go in front of the judge in a court room. It’s best to keep a low profile here. Let him know I’ll meet with him in his chambers and we’ll keep this short and sweet.”

Ethan realized at that moment that Sandra Parks sat at the kitchen table, watching him carefully. Greta Hothmeyer sat across from her, also watching him, satisfaction filling the air from the two of them.

This had gone far enough. Intercepting Beth in mid-pace, he put his hand over her phone. She looked up at him, possibly noticing him for the first time, or maybe realizing for the first time who he was. Something akin to panic rushed through her, the strong confidence that had swarmed around her a moment before gone. It lasted only a moment before the spicy smell of irritation floated in the air between them. And there wasn’t much space between them.

“Hang up that phone before I hang it up for you,” he whispered, enjoying the worried expression his implied threat caused.

“You do not tell me what to do.” She matched his threatening tone quite well.

Amusement rushed through him, his loins tightening with the reminder of what a spitfire she was. It made sense if she was some hotshot lawyer. But she wasn’t so good that he couldn’t take her on. Maybe when they were cubs she’d managed to get the better of him, making a fool of him in front of all of their peers. But that had been a long time ago. He was in charge here. No matter how many people she might be used to bossing around, this saucy little bitch would learn here and now, she would do as he told her.

Squeezing down on her hand just enough to make his point, he removed her phone, and pushed the off button. A look of disbelief crossed her face.

“How dare you!” She put her hands on her hips, her lips pursing in anger. Her dark green eyes sparked with fire, but it was the tell-tale flush that spread across her cheeks that gave him the urge to press her up against the counter and show her exactly what he would dare to do.

He could have it out with her right here in the kitchen, but he needed some time. This wasn’t one of the sweet little bitches he was accustomed to who drooled every time he walked into the room. Beth Parks didn’t appear the least bit intimidated by him, even though she barely stood tall enough to reach his shoulders. The fire in her expression let him see her passion. She lusted over him. He knew it. But she had it well hidden. Just like she had so many years ago when they were cubs.

There was only one thing to do.

Ethan grabbed Beth by the arm and turned to walk out of the house.

“What the hell are you doing?” Beth sounded alarmed, although if she was trying to stop him, she wasn’t very strong. It seemed she followed him through the house willingly.

“What’s going on?” Ralph asked.

Ethan ignored the group and stormed to the front door, dragging Beth behind him.

“I’ll call you in a bit,” Ethan told him, knowing Ralph would be able to calm the group.

Ethan needed time to sort things out, and to think with his brain and not his cock.

The smells of the house faded quickly when they marched across the front yard. He knew every pack member watched them but he didn’t care. He almost threw Beth at his bike.

“If you think I’m going to get on that thing…” she began.

He grabbed her shoulders, fighting the urge to press himself against her, just for a moment, wanting to see how she felt up against him. Instead he simply looked her square in the eye, all too aware of the heat that surged through his hands where he touched her.

“You can climb on, or I will throw you on.” He enjoyed how her eyes grew wide, the all-knowing counselor suddenly at a loss for words. “But either way, we are going for a ride.”

“How in the hell did you manage to become pack leader?” she mumbled, anger seeping from her. The spicy scent of it lay cover to something more evocative, more sultry. A scent he hadn’t noticed while they were in the kitchen grabbed his attention now.

Beth Parks was more than aroused. She had to be soaking wet. What he wouldn’t do to run his hand down between the crotch of her jeans, feel her heat.

Since she hadn’t moved, he decided she must want to be lifted on to his bike. It was a large Harley, and she was a petite woman. Grabbing her by the waist, he lifted her high enough for her to straddle the small passenger seat.

“How dare you!” Beth squirmed in his arms, her legs going everywhere but around his bike.

Ethan heard definite laughter coming from the house. Well the last thing the counselor would do was make a fool out of him—again. Placing her back down on the ground, before she kicked something that might really put him out of commission, he twisted her around, bent her over his bike, and gave her rear end a quick swat.

“Shit!” she cried out loud enough to make everyone in the neighborhood aware of their presence.

Beth turned on him with her fist raised, ready to do damage. Her dark green eyes glowed with anger, those soft lips barely covering teeth that had started to sharpen.

Ethan grabbed her fist, pulling her to him. He could feel her heart pounding between her breasts. And those full round mounds pressed against him felt better than anything he’d experienced in quite a while. He held on to her hand, while pinning her other arm between them. His free hand strolled down her back. And it took some effort not to cup that sweet ass of hers.

“Now,” he said quietly. “You may climb on, or I will lift you on. But you are getting on that bike. I will not have a yelling match with you in the middle of this neighborhood.”

Beth considered his words, her heavy breathing causing her breasts to move against his chest. She struggled to free herself and he tightened his grip.

“What’s it going to be, counselor?” he asked.

“I will not be bullied.” Even captured in his arms she would fight him. “Let go of me now, unless you wish to spend the night in jail.”

Ethan smiled. Her idle threats didn’t bother him a bit. There was no way anyone would arrest him for taking on the mouthy lawyer. They might want to watch. His grin widened.

“Are you accustomed to people backing down simply because you threaten them?”

“I’m accustomed to dealing with werewolves who have manners.” She fought again to be released.

“I can be very polite.” He pulled her just a bit closer, her breath scorching through his chest, burning his skin. “I don’t know why you bring out the beast in me,” he whispered, lowering his head so that her face was inches from his."

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And there's even more

She showered in the morning no matter how early that was something Julie enjoyed. Never mind the smell of soaps, it was the waterfall of warm water was comforting and luxurious to her body and mind and each day she could feel her body, skin and hair fresh, and to her that feeling was better than ideals and perfection other people wanted and expected.

As she got ready, Julie decided that this was the day to take the plunge. She had had a good night's sleep and she knew better that the feeling of promise to the day was something that would have be worked for and not just fall into her lap.


"So how are you feeling?" Again Julie couldn't say much to her friend and colleague who walked up to her on the front desk of the library.

"I'm feeling good." She replied, wondering if Andie asked her a loaded question.

"Join any clubs?" There it was. "Yes. I mean not yet, but I will do today."

"I have to say you are very brave. I don't think I would have the confidence."

"I want the confidence and I want to know and feel BDSM."

"Sshh."

"Oh come on Andie, I don't care what people think of me in that respect."

"Well you don't want to get fired."

Julie bit her lip. Actually the idea of two people working in an establishment discussing BDSM could in theory could lead to an issue. She let out a big sigh and finished her work on the computer. Day by day less and less people became overdue on their books, whilst Julie knew that was because of fees the naughty part of her imagined spanking a male because his books were overdue and because he wanted to be a good boy to mummy would have to return all his books on time. The town talked, her reputation as the whip wielding no nonsense tough woman in heels no less, spread and she imagined some men getting to lick her pussy as their reward for being good boys and returning their books on time to Mistress Julie.

Her fantasies mixed things up but to her they made perfect sense, she just didn't care to analyse them, all she knew was sitting on this chair she was wet and horny. Perhaps she would read a Harlequin book on her break, the sexual tension in those books and the scenes would make her want to masturbate in the bathroom and she would.

More on Desire.

The nights were shorter than the days, the sun set fairly early and Julie had to be up at sunrise. Her sleep was surpsingly heavy, she slept thinking of someone fucking her in the ass in her bed. He seemed to take on the appearance of a man she had once met, she knew that she would never see him at a BDSM club because things just did not work out that way but before sleeping she fantasised she had done a strip tease before him only to reveal herself in leather with her tits and pussy exposed for him. He was hard, sitting on her bed about to tell her off, she could see his penis sticking up, red and long for her, and she was so past it by that point, she kneeled on the bed and fingered her clit. After making herself come for him, she looked him in the eye cleaning her juices off her fingers. He grabbed her wrist all of a sudden, a move she didn't expect from Mr nice and polite, and then warned her to never keep her bottom hidden from him even if it was in this "contraption" as he called it, he unfastened two buckles and shoved the leather barely covering her ass aside, and then whispered in his ear that if she had any problems with him fucking her anus, she should say so now. "But I've never done it before" Julie fantasised saying breathlessly. "Then why are you panting for it?" Her boobs felt so heavy and she started plucking her nipples and then she head a growl and a zipper and trousers being shoved and pushed. "Finger your clit, baby" He moaned in her ear and she did. Then she felt his cock. He went slow and somehow it made her hornier than if he just shoved it in her, she threw one side of her face on the pillow and he kissed the other side of her neck, Oh Oh Oh they both moaned and groaned as he fucked her asshole. Keep it in me she moaned nonsensically and she thought she heard "keep fingering your clit." her fingers were wet despite her only coming a minute ago and she loved how he was animalistically fucking her.

But in her dreams she didn't come and he merely faded away. Julie woke to find her nipples hard and red and tits full and her sheets sticky with a white spot on them.

Throw in the word playboy in any Erotica, I'm officially turned off

It's not that they scare me nor does the publication (some of the interviews are actually alright, I mean compare them to those in FHM UK and you have people who know how to ask varied questions), but whenever I read the "hottest" or "most eligible bachelor", there's really no other way to describe it but I'm turned off. What turns me off is the fact that women are interested in these heroes and I'm glad they're cropping up less and less in Erotica than in Mills and Boon which was just filled with men who made women stopped talking as soon as they walked through the door and had these golden tans and bodies of animals behind their pristine Italian suits and white teeth..is that really what women want? It's not what all women want, then. I am quite alarmed, yes alarmed I tell you, alarmed,!, that whenever a European looking guy walks in a room some women do shut up and become something and someone else, and especially when they're being "charming" I just find that sleazy. But that's not to say I like lilly white little men abd boys with yellow teeth who wear hoodies and sniff after any tanned HAIR girl, boy have I got that description down right. I suppose I just always like to read a hero who says the sexiest things to a heroine, one full of personality and not charm or "suave," not quite the odd ball Woody Allen but someone who it's immediately clear you'd be able to have a really good conversation with them and they're not neurotic or bitter of women and life. Maybe that's why I'm put off by Hugh Jackman or George Clooney..but give me an interview with them, THAT to me is their selling point, it's that which makes them sexy to me not their looks. I just like personality to be there straight off because when I read for example about a women "with average height, average weight, average looks, average everything," I want to read about her with a man whose going to give her as good as she deserves internally and not the fact he's going to give her the beautiful kids or whatever or he's like some dark haired Fabio cliche. Sure, I can look beyond the cliche but why must that cliche even exist?

Anyway, yesterday I was reading Ariel's Pet by Qwilla Rain. Whilst to me, it wasn't quite The One (as in another erotica book, not the meaning or love of life) what I loved about it was the fact the hero's patience, determination and human-ness showed (you can read his thoughts but then his actions are different and with intent) and he was what I want in my Erotica, a strong man and meant for a strong woman. See, before Erotica strong women were resigned to bitch roles but since then we have the concept of a woman being human. I think I may have blogged about "real women" before. And by that term I mean it as a strong woman and by that I mean a woman who doesn't conform to society, to men, to the media and to other women but she's also got different dimensions to her personality and they come out, we don't just see a persona.

I'll leave you with an excerpt from Ariel's Pet and a blurb (of which Dane's description of Ariel annoys me but so do selling tactics),

Availabe from Loose ID. Ariel's Pet by Qwilla Rain,

"Ariel Valerian knew cooking techniques and recipes, but a Dominant like Dane Reese had her more hot and bothered than a dozen hours slaving in a steamy kitchen. And 'slaving' is just what she intends to teach her blond-haired, blue-eyed, oh so yummy surfer boy. He might be helping at the family café as a favor to her sister, but there was no way she was giving him an opportunity to play Dom with her.

For Dane Reese, Ariel Valerian is a full-figured pixie -- a life-size, blue-haired Tinkerbell in a chef's coat surrounded by the scent of chocolate and cinnamon and an aura of mind-blowing, sweaty sex. Too bad she's driving him insane with her determination to order him around. As a Dominant and half-owner of A Master's Gift, Dane has seen his share of Dommes and submissives, and, no matter how she might deny it, Ariel is destined to call him Master.

Two powerful personalities; a contest to determine who is more adept at control; and less than thirty days to discover if Ariel will bow to Dane's commands, or if Dane will become Ariel's Pet.

Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play, BDSM theme and content, voyeurism"

"If he weren't aware of why Ariel continued to play her little game of “I'm the boss,” Dane would have taken her over his knee a few more times since he'd started to work at the café. It didn't help that Jordan had taken up the slack for both Logan's work and now some of Dane's. “He's definitely earned some time off,” Dane muttered as he parked in front of Valerian's Root and climbed out of his car. “In the last week the man has gone from assistant to full-time jack-of-all-work. It's a damned good thing we can count on him.”
Dane wasn't worried Jordan would suddenly abscond with their clients' money or confidential information; both Logan and he had attended high school with Jordan's parents. In fact, Samuel Bishop was the first man to request Logan's aid in discovering the strength in a D/s relationship.

“I'm more concerned Logan'll have to bail me out for assault,” Dane griped as he unlocked the café's front door and crossed to the alarm. The warning ring failed to go off. Twisting the lock closed, he wondered if Ariel simply had forgotten to set the alarm the night before. Despite his irritation, he realized he should have stayed—whether Ariel wanted him there or not; it was his responsibility to see she made it home okay. Ayerstown might seem like a sleepy suburb when compared to some of the larger cities like Plaxton and Richland an hour's drive away, but it still experienced crime. And no man would leave his woman—or any woman—unprotected to walk home in the evening.

If he disregarded the tough facade Ariel projected, she was still nearly a foot shorter than him and could easily be overpowered. “Don't jump to insane conclusions all because she forgot to set the alarm,” Dane argued in a whisper. “Considering the steam rolling off of her when I left last night, I wouldn't be surprised if she forgot to lock the doors.”
Which didn't bode well for the leather jacket he'd left behind in his haste the evening before. The car coat was one of his favorites, and he'd been over halfway home when he remembered it was draped over the back of the sofa in Alayna's office.

“I wouldn't put it past her to stuff the pockets with some of the contents of the composting bin.” An organic farm that supplied a great deal of Ariel's fresh fruits and vegetables used
chemical-free compost for fertilization and offered discounts to companies that provided food waste materials. Ariel was nothing if not efficient in collecting leftover raw and cooked foods to send to the farm.

Retribution would be required if Ariel had stooped to such a petty revenge. Dane grinned as he visualized the punishment he'd mete out. Clamps for her plump little nipples, leather cuffs for her ankles and wrists, and a long, sweaty session on the St. Andrew's cross in Room Seven at the mansion. One lash for every pithy word she'd uttered in the last four days since he had spanked her. His jeans pulled tight over his growing erection at the thought of how pink and warm her ass would be when he finished with the flogger.
With his mind bounding between what vicious revenge she might take out on his coat and how badly he'd like to teach her to enjoy surrendering to him, it took a moment for the sounds coming from the office to register. Once they did, Dane paused in the hall. Were he in the mansion, where it was possible to run across random sexual encounters, the noises filtering out into the hall would have made sense. But the throaty moans and the creak of leather against leather baffled Dane.

He closed his eyes and visualized the office as he'd left it the day before.
The desk took up the majority of the space. It faced the door and butted up against the wall on the right with the battered chair tucked under it and two four-drawer filing cabinets in the corner. A narrow table was snug against the filing cabinets and held the requisite all-in-one copier/fax/printer, postage machine, and a coffeepot. Built-in bookshelves covered the rest of the back wall, while a beat-up leather sofa and solid oak coffee and end tables occupied what remained of the floor space. A ladder-back chair faced the desk and a flat-screen television was mounted on the wall to the left of the door. Other than the possibility of someone watching adult movies, Dane couldn't believe what he was hearing.
If Logan had slipped in on Alayna in the office, Dane could imagine a little hot-and-heavy petting going on, but Dane had seen them at the estate a half an hour ago, sound asleep in Logan's bedroom—Alayna in the bed and Logan in a chair nearby. Hell, the sun had barely crested the horizon when he'd pulled his car into a parking space along the street in front of the café.

He kept his footsteps quiet on the hallway's tiled floor, reached the open door, and looked in. Ariel occupied the sofa, with his leather jacket wrapped around her. One hand caressed her body, while the other rocked against her sex. Squeezing his eyes shut, he smothered the surprised curse that tried to escape his lips. He so didn't need this on top of all the shit he had to deal with at home, but he opened his eyes, wanting to look again.
God, she looked good. He had wondered if the ivory skin of her face covered her entire body. Now he knew it did. It was arousing to see how smooth it was, especially in contrast to the black of his coat, the only clothing covering her as she sprawled across the cushions of the sofa. The wet slide and low hum of a vibrator competed with her raspy breaths. The length of his coat hid the juncture of her thighs, but the soft, full mounds of her breasts were visible. One tiny hand—the nails short, but neatly trimmed and clean—palpated a pink-tipped globe before she gripped the taut peak and tugged on it.

“Yes, oh yes, Dane. There, please.”

His erection throbbed in response to the sound of her throaty voice calling his name, and satisfaction spread through his chest. Both his hands gripped the door frame until his knuckles showed white, but he forced himself to watch her. The commands and soft pleas for release that whispered through the room could barely be heard as she rocked the vibrator in and out of her wet cunt. Fast, then slow—she didn't seem to know which rhythm worked best. Her hips arched, and her head pressed deep into the cushion, but he could tell climax eluded her.
Your clit, he wanted to tell her. Forget the fucking nipple and play with your clit, Ariel. But she couldn't hear his thoughts, and he wasn't about to shatter the scene by speaking aloud. Frustration throbbed through her voice. Dane wondered if the ancient piece of furniture would withstand the press of her bare feet against its arm. She must have spent an extended period of time trying to reach climax, because her body glistened with sweat. Her thighs were coated with her juices, which had probably stained the lining of his coat, but her body fought her efforts. Finally, with her limbs shaking with exhaustion and not climax, she stiffened, then dropped onto the cushions and was still.

“Damn it, damn it, damn it.” Her voice was a scratchy croak; her disappointment was evident as she pulled the vibrator from her body, switched it off, and then let it slip to the floor. She curled onto her side, facing the back of the sofa, pulled her knees to her chest, and tugged the coat tighter around her. “Shit. Fucking useless.”

Dane eased his hold on the doorway. His gaze stayed locked on Ariel's body as her muttered curses dwindled to soft snores.

Maybe Alayna wasn't the only Valerian who required assistance. Despite her rigid refusal to bend, Ariel had the capacity for explosive sexual power. He had read the intensity in her every motion. In the same way he recognized the submissive in her older sister, Dane knew Ariel carried a depth of passion as yet untapped. Whether as a submissive or a dominatrix, he was still unsure, but he was intrigued about finding a way to unleash that part of her.
Careful to make no noise, Dane moved to stand over the sofa, looking down at her sweat-dampened face, her cheeks still flushed with arousal. A tiny shiver trembled through her, and she curled even more tightly toward the back of the sofa. From the other end of the couch, he pulled a soft blanket and cautiously eased it over her, taking care not to wake her.

The toe of his sneaker bumped something as he started to turn away. Crouching, he grinned at the blue vibrator he picked up. A paper bag, an open package of batteries, and a small bottle of lube rested near the corner of the sofa. He left the other items on the table, carried the toy into the bathroom, and quietly cleaned it before tucking it into his jacket pocket. After returning to the office, he watched Ariel cuddle the edge of the blanket beneath her chin.

It wouldn't work to isolate Ariel at the estate for a month. The food she created reflected her passion, her intensity; every emotion affected Ariel at the moment of culinary conception. Attempts to get her to channel that focus into arousing her body would be a challenge. Once out of the office, he made his way down the hall and then set the alarm against intruders. With the locks on the café's doors secured, he headed for his car. Dane's mind spun with ideas—images of Ariel's body arched beneath him, her wet pussy snug around his cock, her bright green eyes dazed and slumberous with satisfaction as he pulled climax after climax from her body.

“Taming her?” he wondered aloud, then shook his head. “Training, not taming—that's what she needs,” Dane determined. He pulled away from the curb and headed for one of the fast-food restaurants around the block. A plan was in order. He smiled. “A very special plan. Something to get her hackles up and make her lose her temper enough to agree before she realizes what she's done.

He wouldn't return to Valerian's Root today. It was necessary that he take time to plot, but tomorrow… “Oh yes, tomorrow.” His smile grew wider as he patted the toy weighing down his pocket."

Sadism and porn.

What a beautiful title for an Easter Sunday.

I just thought "Razors and porn" was too edgy.

So, since waxing HURT LIKE A BITCH, I decided to follow the power of the blade. But not only was and is shaving less efficient, the result is not worth much. It's a quick result ..which I wanted because now is the time for it.

I don't have an obsession with smooth legs or a smooth body, hair to me is natural no matter what society says, but if I'm going smooth, I want to do the job properly and be smooth, smooth. Shaving feels merely mediocre and when I waxed I was so dazzled by smooth legs in the mirror there's no dazzling from shaving. Even after moisturising, it looks soft but there's no godamned dazzle.

I have come to two conclusions, come November wax and then wax again ( I hate destroying my body's natural instinct but the instinct tends to take on a werewolf appearance after some time) and unrelated to me, if a man wants a woman smooth, he can help her.


Cuts aside, let's talk about porn. Well you know I love it. Someone posted a link to the Twilight porn spoof. First of all that picture is top notch entertainment, it's so funny. Secondly when I want on the link it said the porn stars don't match the attractiveness of the Twilight stars, actually I disagree. Whilst that certainly does not look like Chris Johnson, it is in fact him who's erm, playing Edward and the man has a good looking face and his body is developed and fit. I can see Robert Pattinson's appeal but he is very angular and his body is that of an young boy. Jenna Haze may not be as dewy looking as Kristen Stewart but her appeal lies in her young, pointed and elfin type features and her tiny body. Not only that but Johnson and Haze are quite sensual performers. Also the red head in the link is hot.

http://www.entertainmentwise.com/news/50740/Twilight-Saga-Inspires-Hardcore-Porn-Spoof-Pictures

I have blogged about this before but I'm so glad it's caught on to entertainment websites, it sort of makes my day.