Z: Coffee?
A: Ahhh, nope I'm drinking hot chocolate.
Z: Nay way! I gotta have me coffee...(Looks about wildly, sniffs the air like a hound on a quest)
A: (Nods) Yup, this is true confirmation you ARE a coffee addict.
Z: Am not! (Hurmphs even as with shaky hands he adds makes a pot of coffee and anxiously waits for it to brew)
A: You have the ten signs. (Flips up one finger at a time to count them out)
1 You grind your coffee beans in your mouth.
2. You sleep with your eyes open.
3. You have to watch videos in fast-forward.
4. The only time you're standing still is during an earthquake.
5. You can take a picture of yourself from ten feet away without using the timer.
6. You've worn out your third pair of tennis shoes this week.
7. Your eyes stay open when you sneeze.
8. You chew on other people's fingernails.
9. The nurse needs a scientific calculator to take your pulse.
10. You're so jittery that people use your hands to blend their margaritas.
Z: (Finally, downs a mouthful of well-creamed coffee and suddenly appears calm) Well, at least I'm not a chocoholic like some people I know.
A: (Narrows her eyes) Your point! Some of the most passionate, wonderful and brilliant people attribute their success to c h o c o l a t e!
Z: (Deciding the wild look in her gaze should not be challenged, he responds with a grin) We all have our little addictions, mine is coffee, Ang's is chocolate, but for those of you addicted to reading sexy scenes...
A: ...A reminder that we are also Vixen Bright and Zachary Zane, authors for Carnal Passions Books, and we'd like to share an excerpt from STEEL EMBRACE, a BDSM erotica.
EXCERPT
“I was told to pleasure you.”
Titane stared. Rubbed his eyes, then stared further. He imagined this
was his final request as so envisioned by his would-be mother. But
nonetheless it was strange.
“And you are?”
“Thrall.”
“Of course you are. But what do they call you?”
“I am a pleasure thrall assigned to the pens.”
“Your name?”
“I have no personal name.” Dark, nearly black eyes peered at him
with hesitation. “Some, though, call me Kitten because I scratch.”
“Kitten,” he said with a small grin. The female seemed as lithe and
appealing as a kitten. A mixture of blonde and bronze colored hair had been
layered to her waist. Her flesh boasted a fresh tan and her eyes had a slight
slant to them, but it was the way her nose twitched and her body swayed just
a tad that made him think of a cat. “The name fits you.”
Standing, he walked around her. Admiring. Rewarding her beauty
with strong eyes of approval. He chose his encounters carefully, he usually
knew a thrall well before taking her to bed. It had been months, though, since
he had a woman, and knew the swell of longing and its sway of ache. Still, he
assumed belonging to the pens meant she had been with many, and he was a
cautious man.
“I am disease free,” she provided as if reading his mind. “Our world
is disease free. I’ve been told your world...”
“My world?” he questioned interrupting, taking in the rise and fall of
her ample breasts. They weren’t voluptuous almost distracting him from the
suggestion of she being other worldly. In fact, they were smaller than Fawn’s
and Shanna’s, but dark hued, large, taut nipples drew his gaze like a bear to
honey, and he instinctively knew she’d be just as sweet to the taste.
He locked his hands behind his back, trying to talk himself out of
taking her, but he wasn’t winning the battle. “Are you here of your own
volition?”
“I am a thrall. I do as I am told.”
It wasn’t the answer he sought.
“Have you been made a thrall against your will?”
His need to know of her free will was bewildering. “Many here have
been born to this vocation, raised within it. I, though, have chosen it, just as I
have chosen to be of the pens. I wished to be used and educated before
surrendering to a single Master.”
It was exactly what Titane wanted to hear. He didn’t care how much
his sex strained against his trousers, he would not take a thrall without her
consent. Never did. Never would.
“Do I please you?”
“Exceedingly!” Still he held back, uncertain why. After all, would he
see another morn?
His quibbling dissolved under Kitten’s simple request. “May I
undress you now, Sir?”
Words caught in his throat, but a single nod resolved the matter.
She shed his clothes quickly to match her reveal of tight firm tits,
one with a pierced nipple. The nakedness produced a breathy moment for
both. There was no shame in the way she flaunted her body, teasing,
brushing her stomach against his hip, touching his cock. With the edge of
two fingernails, she scraped the length of his erecting dick, encouraging it.
She knelt before him, obeying throaty orders with utter compliance
magnified with a zeal of motion, placing her face inches from his erection.
Wanting it, she took him into her mouth. Propelled by that zest, she
wrapped her lips around his girth tightly, twisting her face, offering more
sensation, eagerly her tongue layering his shaft with feathery strokes. He
moaned. Without warning, she swallowed him deep into her throat, feigning
gags to heighten his experience.
He gasped at her expertise, having only known one other who managed this feat. There was a magnificence felt deep within the core of him, as she intentionally pounded her mouth against him, forcing his cock one direction, she swallowing it down to the root. It wouldn’t take much more for him to explode, but he felt oddly compelled to
enjoy and prolong this encounter. He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her
face from the strength of his erection, noticing her gapped-mouth look of
hatchlings waiting to be fed, caught her eyes with his stare and commanded,
"Make it last."
Restraint was bitter. Easing her away, he yanked her upright then
claimed her sweet lips, tasting himself on her lips. He ravished her mouth,
thought of Shanna for a moment, yearning for her. He even thought of Fawn,
whom he had claimed but never loved as he loved Shanna. None of it was as
fulfilling without that love, yet this night his blood boiled with suppressed
needs. He’d take what this thrall offered, but it would be meaningless and
somehow that thought degraded him. For a moment, he considered pushing
her away. But their sexual milieu was primal and inspiring.
Her breasts were too soft and warm against his chest, and when he
slid his hand between the folds of her moist nether lips, he realized that she
wasn’t immune to him either. Or was she? He lifted a finger and tasted her;
pleased.
There weren’t any instruments of erotic torment about, but Titane
pinched and prodded just the right places. He delivered a smack to her
bottom with appropriate force to elicit a moan produced from equal measure
of pain and pleasure. “Do you want?”
“I do.”
“What do you want?”
“You.”
“Show me.”
***
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