Some Southern Heat from Beth

I don’t really think Beth needs any introduction around here, but I can’t sop myself. She’s my critique partner, my friend, and a very talented and versatile writer. I begged and bribed to get her to contribute to this collection, and I’m so very glad she did. And here’s what she has to say about it;

Secret Thoughts was my first opportunity to dip my toe into the erotica pool. With Sasha’s encouragement, I spread my literary and imaginative wings and flew. Although most of my stories before Secret Thoughts have been hot, I pushed that hot to scorching. I’ve always written historical, then moved into contemporary, but always erotic romance, and always novel or novella length.

I took that one step further and wrote two erotic short stories for Secret Thoughts, one historical and one contemporary. The historical, Southern Heat, was a fantasy of mine (and many others) – sex with an anonymous, sexy stranger. My contemporary, Behind the Hedge, drew me completely out of my comfort zone and into an incredibly sensual world of voyeurism, and hot male/male and female/female sex. Another wild fantasy, watching then participating.

I always love to explore where I haven’t been before and Secret Thoughts: Erotique gave me the horse to ride. 😉

A little bit of Southern Heat from Beth;

Southern Heat — excerpt

Emmeline finally arrived just beside the pond. She pressed her damp, sticky back against the rough bark of the pine and felt a small broken branch pushing into her spine. Ignoring the discomfort, she braced herself to peek around the tree.

And promptly forgot her name.

The moonlight shone through the trees onto the pond like a porch light, illuminating both the water and the wet, naked man.

He was beautiful. It wasn’t a word she had ever applied to a man. But he was.

He was tall and slender with broad shoulders and a matt of hair on his muscular chest. She couldn’t tell the exactly color of his hair, but it was probably blond. He was floating on his back, sweeping his long arms up and down, gently moving from one side of the pond to the other. He looked like a creature of the sea, full of liquid strength and grace.

But what really drew her attention was what was lying between his legs. She’d never seen a naked man before, of that she was certain. She was also certain that his had to be extraordinary. She’d heard the cook talking to the maid about it once before her parents had died and the servants dismissed. They’d called it a “cock”.

His cock was big and reached nearly to his belly button. And what was below them, she heard them call “balls” although they weren’t exactly round, they were covered with hair, probably dark blond in color, and looked like very large plums. Juicy ones.

Suddenly the dampness in her dress wasn’t the only thing wet on her body. She was wet between her legs. Reaching down, she touched herself through her dress and shuddered. She bit her lip to the point of pain to contain a moan. How could just looking at a naked man do this? Her nipples were hard points rubbing against her damp clothing. They were throbbing in tune with her vagina. What had cook called that? Oh, yes, her pussy. The names were naughty and just knowing them was enough to push up her pulse even higher.

She saw him reach the edge of the other side of the pond. He stood, the water sluicing off him to reveal an absolutely perfect behind. It was round, yet firm, and she found herself wanting to run over and caress it, squeeze it…to bite it.