Category Archives: Erotic Expressions

Erotic thoughts expressed through poetry.

~Echoes In The Darkness by Jane Godman ~

Echoes Original


Not betrothed, but beguiled.

In artistic circles she is the Divine Dita, Paris’ most sought-after nude model. But now she’s not so much posing as playing a role: fiancée to the next Earl of Athal. The charade is a favor to Dita’s friend, Eddie Jago, a dissolute painter…and the aforementioned heir. As deceptions go, it is innocent compared with what will come.

On the grim Cornish coast, from the ashes of a ruined castle rises the Jagos’ sumptuous new manor house. The fresh-hewn stone, however, cannot absorb the blood of centuries or quiet the echoes of past crimes. Dita struggles to decipher the family: the infirm Earl and his inscrutable wife; resentful Eddie; sheltered sister Eleanor. And Cad: the handsome second son whose reputation is spotless in business—scandalous everywhere else.

Drawn by friendship, ensnared by lust, Dita uncovers a sordid tangle of murder, desire and madness. It will lay her bare as no portraitist has done before.


Sure enough, my golden-eyed stranger was lounging against a gatepost across the street. Just as I knew he would be. His hands were dug deep in his coat pockets, and a brooding, haunted look lowered his brow. I went and stood before him, so close that, when we both breathed out at the same time, our bodies touched. The spicy undertones of his cologne made my nostrils twitch appreciatively. He cupped my face in his hands, studying me intently.

“My God,” he said in English. “You are the most perfect thing I have ever seen.”

“Finish what you started,” I whispered, also in English.

And, obligingly, he pulled me to him, crushing me against his chest and bruising my lips with the intensity of his kiss. Dragging me along with him by the hand, he propelled us with long, urgent strides down the narrow, cobbled street. Because we had to stop to kiss under every streetlamp, by the time we reached his apartment, I was soaked to the skin and half-crazy with lust.

There were twelve stairs leading to his door. I know because he stopped to remove a piece of my wet clothing on every stair. By the time we crashed through the door of his two-room apartment, I was clad only in my underwear. Without removing his lips from mine, he slammed the door closed with one hand and shoved me hard against the wall.

In one swift movement, he hauled my petticoat skirts up around my waist and dragged my bloomers down. I fumbled desperately with the buttons on his trousers and, as soon as I had freed him, taut and throbbing, from the restraining cloth, he lifted me so that could I wrap my legs around his waist.

My shoulders slammed repeatedly against the wall as, buttocks pumping in a relentless rhythm, he drove himself hard into me. We rocked frantically together and, within seconds, I was gasping as wave upon wave of ecstasy shuddered through me. He jerked violently and groaned as his own orgasm tore him apart, pressing his face into the curve of my neck and muttering something appreciative, but unintelligible.

When our mutual trembling had subsided slightly, he carried me, with my legs still wound around his waist, into the bedroom and tumbled us both onto the bed.

“Where are you from?” he asked later, when, having removed what was left of our clothing, we lay wrapped in each other’s arms. He slid an admiring hand down the curve of my waist and over my naked buttocks as he spoke.

I paused. Had I really almost blurted out the truth? I had to be careful not to allow this burning attraction to cause me to lower my guard. “I came here from Austria.” The words came out on a sigh as his long fingers parted my legs and slid inside me.
“You accent does not sound Austrian,” he stated, the distant politeness of his tone contrasting with the relentless pressure of his thumb on my clitoris.

“My mother was English,” I gasped.

It was very difficult to remain aloof and evasive in the circumstances. He started to kiss my neck, and, hovering on the brink of orgasm, I found I couldn’t speak anymore.

“Well, wherever you are from, it’s very nice to meet you,” he murmured, as, with strong, commanding hands, he turned me onto my stomach and raised my buttocks.

In the same movement, he positioned himself between my legs and replaced his questing fingers with the iron-hard length of his cock. I came instantly, screaming with pleasure as, holding my hips steady, he thrust in and out of my shuddering body.

Lily’s journey to releasing her sexual inhibitions – #MayMenage


Lily’s Naughty Christmas.

Last year Lily was so close to having her name written on Santa’s nice list. But she messed up which surprised me because this is the first time Lily has ever done anything wild. Read Lily’s letter to Santa and you will see why he had no choice but to add her to his Naughty list.

Lily’s Letter to Santa….

Dear Santa,

Hi, this is Lily. I know I haven’t written to you in a long time. I apologize. I guess over the years I’ve lost my ability to believe in magic. But this year I’m hoping I can rekindle that belief. I’m sure you’ve never received a letter like this before. No one writes to Santa, asking to be put on the Naughty list… but I guess there is a first time for everything.

Let me backtrack and fill you in on what’s been going on in my life. My husband, Charles has left me and for a man. At first I was upset, no, upset is not a strong enough word for the emotion I felt… at first I was pissed off with him. Now that I’ve had time to calm down and think about our marriage, I realize that I was a horrible wife.

On the day Charles left he called me frigid. I am frigid. Nothing about sex turns me on. When I need an orgasm I use my own hands, because only I know what my body truly likes. Charles always brought me close to the edge but he was never able to bring me to an orgasm, nothing he did was ever enough. But I think I’ve figured out what my problem is. After looking at pictures of my ex and his new lover, I’ve realized that I need more than what one man can give me.

I don’t need sweet romantic sex. I need rough, break the headboard sex. Even though I love my husband, one man just isn’t enough for me, I need two.

So this Christmas, I am asking for my husband to be returned to me. But I don’t just want Charles, I want Paul also… in my bed on Christmas day.

Santa, I don’t want to be on your nice list. I’ve been on that list my whole life. This Christmas I want to be bad…so add me to your naughty list and don’t forget to add Paul and Charles also… because I plan to bring them down with me.

Did Lily get what she wanted?

HELL YES. Read about Lily’s journey to releasing her sexual inhibition –


More of Lily and her boys coming soon!

Lily’s Naughty Christmas blurb:

Tired of her good girl image, Lily Parks is determined to let her wildest fantasies free, even if it is just for one night. She plans a night of seduction – the only thing missing is her ex-husband Charles and his lover, Paul. She wants them both and she knows just how to get them.

Charles Henderson is surprised when he receives a call from his ex-wife inviting him and his partner to Christmas dinner, but he can’t deny that her threesome idea is the greatest Christmas present ever. After one night of ecstasy with the two people he loves, he’s determined to make this arrangement permanent.
Can the three of them make this love triangle work, or will jealousy destroy the attraction they all feel for one another?


“Where are the other chairs?” Charles asked when he entered the kitchen.
“There are only three of us tonight, so we only need three chairs,” Lily told him. He raised his eyebrow but said nothing as he sat in the chair across from her.
“Can you pour me a glass of champagne before you sit down, Paul?” Lily asked her ex-husband’s lover.
Paul was in the middle of sitting down beside Charles when Lily popped her question. He froze, looking from Charles to Lily.
“Uh, sure,” Paul said. “You want some more, buddy?”
“Yeah, whatever,” Charles responded.
Lily smiled. Charles was uncomfortable, she liked that. “If you want something stronger I have vodka in the cabinet. You forgot to take it with you when you left.”
Paul filled her glass with champagne then sat down. Charles stood up and walked over to the cabinet, pulling a bottle of Grey Goose out. He filled his wine glass with the clear liquid. Lily smiled as he drank it down with one gulp then refilled the glass. At this rate he would be drunk before they even began.
Lily stood up and walked over to the stove. “Let me serve you two.”
Behind her both men coughed, choking on their beverages. Lily took the lid off the pot containing the dressing.
“It smells good Lily, thanks for having us over.” Charles voice sounded a bit strained but not strained enough.
“You’re welcome.” Lily walked over to her ex and bent over him to pick up his plate. Her breasts were right in his face, her ass right in Paul’s face. She picked up the plate and took it to the counter and began filling it with dressing, turkey, greens and candied yams.
She carried Charles his plate. “Enjoy,” she whispered before picking up Paul’s plate and filling it. When she was done serving both men she returned to her seat and began to drink from her glass.
“You’re not going to eat?” Charles asked around a mouthful of food.
Soon his mouth would be full of her. Lily shivered, and both men stopped eating. They stared at her.
“If I don’t watch this figure, no one will,” Lily told them. She took another sip of her drink, enjoying the way she had them squirming in their seats.
This whole seduction thing was easier than she thought. Lily licked her lips. Paul swallowed. Charles stared down into his plate. If Lily wanted a threesome she was going to have to make the first move.
“You two should hurry up with your dinner, I have a present for the two of you in my bedroom.”
Lily stood up. She pushed her chair under the table and grabbed her glass.
“I’ll be waiting,” she whispered before she turned and sashayed away. Her whole body trembled with nervousness. She’d done her part, she’d put the offer on the table. It was now up to them to pick it up and run with it.


Girl Talk Saturday with Aoife Brennan


Welcome to Girl Talk Saturday. Today I have author Aoife Brennan sharing with us Ten Things she’s thankful for. I have to agree whole heartedly with her on number 1 and 8. I need for her to explain to me what number 6 is? It sounds very interesting! 🙂

Aoife Brennan

10 Things that I am grateful for:

1. That I am a woman. That I can climax multiple times. That I am always ready. That I do not need cock rings, Viagra or fluffers to get me in the mood. That sometimes I can orgasm without even touching myself. To be a woman is amazing.
2. That I am in my forties. I am extremely fit; I hill walk, go to the gym and ride horses. That I am very comfortable with my own body. I have much better sex now in this decade than in any other. I am only getting into my stride. I believe sex will continue to get better as I age.
3. That photography is so beautiful. My friend John Tisbury is a fetish photographer. His work is beautiful. When I am next in London, I am going to do a session with him. I want him to tie me up and photograph me. I am not joking. Look at his work here and how he does it. I am going to be next
4. That I have a gay sugar daddy. Again really. Every girl should have one. He is so complimentary and gorgeous and such fun to be with. He makes me feel sexy and alive – in a way that a straight man does not. Don’t believe me? Read what he wrote:
5. That there are toy boys who love older woman. Of course, in my forties that definition means anyone younger than me, so I can combine a youthfulness and maturity in a toyboy and still be the envy of my friends. Toy boys have endless energy, no baggage and a keen appreciation for a woman happy in her own skin. I love them!
6. Puppies. I am grateful for puppies. For latex covered puppies. I met some at in London and they were just divine. I wanted to bring one home. They frolic and play. You can rub their ears and feed them biscuits. They will even read your novels and give it a woof woof of approval.
7. Orgies. They really are a lot of fun. It is the most polite sex with people that you can have. And when you see them next in a fashionable bar in Dublin, you can just nod and smile. That is, if you recognise them fully clothed
8. For sex toys. Nothwithstanding that I may not need them, I certainly enjoy playing with them. Most sextoy shops are more like Apple shops than sex shops – a joy to browse.
9. For winter and log fires and cosy nights in. There is nothing more romantic than sex on the rug in front of an open fire. Ireland may not have the best weather in the world, but all that rain means we can stay indoors instead.
10. For Chris Sex God. You can meet him in The Cougar Diaries, Part I, II and III

oh – and I want to add an eleventh thing

I am very grateful that James Deen, the international porn star, has agreed to cameo in my final book in The Cougar Diaries Trilogy. You will have to wait until the book comes out in December to see what happens when they meet!



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Why I love to write Erotica


~Why do you love to write Erotic Romance?~

I was asked this question by a friend over the weekend. My first thought was…because I can. But that wouldn’t have been a very nice thing to say to someone who wasn’t being judgmental. She simply doesn’t read erotica, have never read erotica and swears she never will read erotica…which is fine. Everyone is free to read whatever make them happy. Likewise, I am free to write whatever makes me happy….or aroused, sometimes the two are interchangeable. (Joke) 🙂

The answer is simple – I write what I like to read. I’m not afraid to push boundaries. Of course I love stories that are not erotic…like Begin Again by author Christy Newton and In Plain Sight by author Susanne Matthews. But I also love stories that make me turn to my husband and say come here, NOW, like Lovers Unchained by yours truly.

I don’t think there’s anything wrong with inviting the readers into your characters bedroom. Of course, Erotica is not for everyone. But for those of us who do enjoy it…don’t you just love it when the hero stares in the heroine’s eyes and just from that one glance she can feel the love he has for her. Then he leans closer to her and she knows he’s going to kiss her and she’s ready for it. She shivers slightly in anticipation. For so long she has wanted him, has loved him and knowing that he feels the same way makes her heart swell with joy. Right before he kisses her he whispers in her ear, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll never forget that I was here and that you are mine.” Then he kisses her and proves that he’s no liar by doing exactly what he said he would.

Yep, that’s the kind of stuff I love to write and I’m not ashamed to say – I AM AN EROTIC ROMANCE WRITER.

Erotic Romance Readers ~ If you’re looking for something steamy to read check out my new Erotic Paranormal ~ Lovers Unchained.

Available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

More Erotic Romance Coming Soon….

Fantasy Diary Series –
Book 1: Christmas Fantasy (Coming in June)
Book 2: Dark Fantasies
Book 3: Roses and Fantasies
Book 4: Wicked Fantasies

The Honeymoon….Steamy Poetry

In case you missed the poem I wrote a few weeks ago for Deliza’s Dirty Dramas I’ve decided to share it here on my blog.

WARNING: This is an Erotic poem so if you find Erotica offensive please do not read this! 🙂

The Honeymoon

Her hips jerked in anticipation; he hadn’t even touched her yet
Blindfolded, handcuffed to the bed; she was already soaking wet
She felt a dip in the mattress; he was making his way over to her
She held her breath; impatiently awaiting his first touch, his first words
Silence surrounded her, the deafening sound of …nothing
Then she heard him remove his shirt, his belt and the rest of his clothing.
She felt his hands at her knees; spreading her legs apart
Her walls convulsed, tightening; awaiting his first thrust
He spread her legs further. She clenched her hands into fist.
He wrapped his hands around her thighs, sliding her body closer to his.
She heard him inhale, the sound almost made her come.
He exhaled then asked her, “Are you ready for my tongue?”
She didn’t know how to respond, hell yes, sure, okay!
But instead she lifted her hips, bringing her wetness closer to his face.
He chuckled; she smiled, His tongue swiped against her flesh,
When it came to giving head, this man…he was the best.
She grinded against his mouth, the stubble of his goatee tickling her
He closed his lips around her tiny bud, his mouth devouring her.
Her body shook as waves of pleasure came crashing over her
But he didn’t stop, he didn’t let up, he just kept feasting on her
With her thighs shaking, her back arched, she felt her orgasm approaching
She shuddered and bit her lip, her body felt like it was floating.
He delved his tongue between her folds, in and out…in and out.
She tossed her head side to side trying her best not to scream out
But she failed; she trembled and screamed his name as she came
He swallowed the evidence of her orgasm, her body felt drained
He released her legs and rubbed his hands over her stomach, up to her breast
She felt him removing the blindfold and handcuffs, his chest pressed against her chest
“I told you I could make you scream,” is what he whispered in her ear.
Yes he had and yes he did. But this night was far from over.
It was her turn to show him, that this was no rookie that he wed.
She pushed him down against the mattress, “Now watch me make you beg.”