Summer Heat roundup.

I hope y’all enjoyed all the guest excerpts, and even if you’re not the winner of the loaded up eReader, that you’ll be giving some of those authors a try. They are all fabulous ladies, with amazing talent that are worth getting hooked on.
The last story that will be added to the eReader Prize is my LUSTY LADIES collection of short stories. I know readers often get frustrated with short stories, and I feel that happens when they read ones that are written to tease the reader in you. But I love writing short stories, I really really do. And I think I’m good at it. (as are some of the others you saw here these past two weeks – Alison Tyler and Saskia Walker are in my top three favorite authors to read short stories from.) Maybe because when I write them I’m not writing them to tease the reader in you, but the libido in you. I think Alison and Saskia do the same because their stories sure get my libido going. *grin*
Anyway, because I love writing short stories, I still do it, when I can, and when I have enough I put them together in a little collection. LUSTY LADIES was my first of all mine. I’m thinking another one should be about ready in early 2014 too.
So, to tempt and tease your libido, I’m sharing one of the short stories here, and I hope you’ll enjoy it enough to give Lusty Ladies a try.
Enjoy
 

Connection

As a go—go dancer at a busy club, I’d get hit on a lot. Young guys, old guys, ugly guys and gorgeous guys. You’d think they’d hit on the strippers that worked the main stage of the club, but it seems those that only tease, and don’t show everything are more attractive to the men. The strippers made more money, but the go-go dancers got more propositions. Imagine that.
Anyway, I’d never actually accepted a proposition because it took more than a handsome face, or even a big tip, to gain my interest.
It took Carter.
He didn’t do anything to stand out from the crowd of people who came into the club, he was just your average Joe that dropped in for the occasional drink, but when he watched me shake my booty…the gleam in his eyes made my heart pound in my chest and my nipples stand at attention. It took three months of him watching me, heating my blood with the heat of his gaze for me to give up on him ever moving off his bar stool and making a move. Then he came over and asked me out for a drink. Not being an idiot, I jumped at the chance to get him alone.
That night I took special care with my preparations until there was no doubt in my mind that I was completely sexy and desirable. After picking out an outfit that I thought would encourage my quiet date without being too trashy, I called a cab, and tried not to think too much during the short ride to the pub.
The Zodiac was a neighborhood pub; full of the familiar sounds and smells that most drinking establishments have, and I was immediately comfortable when I entered the dim room. Carter was already there, in a booth near the back of the room.
“Hi there,” I greeted him as I slid my bottom across the vinyl bench.
“Elise, I’m glad you could make it.” His deep voice rolled over me, and tiny bumps jumped out on my skin. Why does he affect me so strongly? I wondered. It’s as if my body already knows him.
Unable to stop myself I skimmed my own hands up and down my arms, needing to feel skin touching skin. With what I hoped was a sultry smile, I leaned back in my seat and tried to concentrate on having a normal conversation.
Before long I was engrossed in our discussion about traveling and what being alone in a foreign country can teach a person. Conversation turned to how people kid themselves about who, and what, they are and about what really makes them happy.
“When you’re surrounded by friends and family it’s too easy to let yourself want what they want or be happy with whatever makes them happy, instead of digging deeper to what you really want out of life.”
“Knowing oneself is essential to finding true happiness,” Carter told me.
As open and honest as our conversation was, I felt as if he was hinting at something I wasn’t quite grasping, so I changed the subject. Lightened things up.
“So . . . why did you wait so long to ask me out?” The question came out sounding very blunt, and not at all like the flirtatious query I’d intended it to be. My cheeks heated and sent hot blood humming through my body, making my sex throb.
Carter’s full lips titled into a sly smile, as if he could read my mind. It was almost as if he knew all my innermost secrets and desires, and was just waiting for me to realize it.
My impatient nature got the best of me, and I gave up on pretending I wanted anything other than the hidden promises I saw in his dark gaze. After taking a deep breath, I invited him back to my place for another drink.
Carter quickly agreed.
He may have seemed quiet and mild-mannered when we were in the pub but the minute we entered my apartment his whole demeanor changed. He took charge immediately. He pulled me to him and kissed me so passionately I practically crawled up his body in an effort to pull his clothes off.
Large masculine hands ran over my body, cupping my ass and pulling me tight against him to feel his hard-on press into my belly. I rubbed against him wantonly and he skimmed his hands up my back and around to my breasts. He cupped their heaviness and pinched my pointed nipples through my shirt, making me gasp.
Suddenly, he gripped my hips, spun me around, and bent me over the couch.
“Such a wonderful ass you have,” he said as he lifted my skirt up and smoothed his hand over my rounded ass cheeks lovingly.
With one sure, swift motion he had my panties down around my ankles, and I kicked them away. I was so hot already that all I did was brace myself against the sofa, and spread my thighs in invitation for a good fucking. But Carter ignored my silent invitation and continued to firmly stroke his callused hand in ever-widening circles over my ass until I whimpered. I tilted my hips, brazenly trying to get him to slide a finger between my thighs, or better yet, his cock.
“What do you say?” he asked me in a strong voice.
I hesitated briefly but I couldn’t contain my lust and the words spilled wantonly from my lips. “Fuck me.”
His hand lifted away from me and came down sharply on my right cheek. I jumped in surprise and looked over my shoulder at him. “What the hell was that for?”
Then I saw the glint in his eyes and my pussy clenched greedily. He was silent as he rubbed his hand smoothly over my cheeks again before slipping his finger between my thighs and discovering how wet I was. His fingers delved into me and teased my pussy for a few minutes before he pulled out. He gripped my hips with both hands, and slipped his cock into my hungry cunt.
He pumped into me hard and fast while I squealed with pleasure. After the first few strokes one of his hands left its home on my hip, I felt a sharp sting on my ass cheek and a loud slap echoed in the room.
The slap didn’t really hurt, and his cock was still pumping into me, so I just arched my back and wordlessly asked for more. This multi-tasking approach surprised me but not in an unpleasant way. As long as he kept thrusting his hard cock in and out of my pussy, I was in heaven.
The slapping continued as he fucked me and soon I wanted more. Blood rushed to my bottom and everything tingled delightfully, making all my reservations disappear until I was moaning in pleasure like a little slut.
It felt so good, so why not go with it?
Every few strokes Carter lifted his hand, slapped me briskly on the ass, and another cry would leap from my lips. My ass was on fire, my inner walls clenched hungrily around him, and every time the flat of his hand landed heavily on my bare cheek, a thrill shot through me.
My tummy tightened and my cunt followed suit as I came. Every muscle in my body tightened and my insides milked the throbbing shaft buried deep inside me.
We crawled into bed and had sex again. This time it was in the modified missionary position with my knees up against my chest and him so deep inside me I swear his cock was tapping on my womb. After a screaming orgasm we cuddled up, and prepared to sleep.
I lay beside Carter that night and my thoughts turned to stories I’d heard about people enjoying spanking as a form of foreplay, or as a sex act in itself. There had been something different about the way Carter had watched me, and that something was the reason I’d agreed to go for drinks with him. The second bout of sex was good, but I decided then that I wanted more of that crazy bad girl feeling I got when he was slapping my ass and fucking me from behind. I didn’t say anything to Carter but as I drifted towards sleep my imagination gave birth to a wonderfully naughty idea.
Since Carter had the typical Monday-to-Friday day job he’d left my bed early, while I was still sleeping. I wasn’t expecting him to come into the bar to see me again that night after working all day, so it was a nice surprise when he walked in and pulled up a stool at the bar. I kept working, and shook my ass naughtily whenever I felt his eyes on me.
When the song ended I took a quick break and went over to him. “Hi,” I said, fighting the urge to blush.
“Hello, Elise.” He leaned over and pressed a light kiss to my lips.
I could tell by looking at him that he was tired but his intense gaze, combined with his comfortable manner, made me confident that he didn’t regret our all nighter. We chatted for a bit, me leaning against the bar, and getting closer to him. It was an erotic tease to be so close to him, yet to not be able to touch him.
“Time’s up,” I muttered, seeing one of the other girl’s wave at the clock. I nibbled on my bottom lip for just a second before I pressed between his knees and put my face close to his. “Tomorrow is my night off. Would you like to come over for dinner?”
Heat flared in the depths of his eyes and his thighs tensed beneath my hands. Our connection was solid. Just like that he knew I had something more than cooking for him in mind. And he knew it wasn’t just getting naked.
The night passed uneventfully after he left. The whole time I danced, and other men tried to pick me up, my mind was full of Carter. Plans and ideas swirled around in my head about how to let Carter know I wanted to explore the unique hunger he’d stirred to life inside me.
The next afternoon I made a special trip to the Adult’s Only shop downtown, and picked up a few things to help me out. I rushed home and put together a cheese and fruit tray, before jumping into the shower. Washed and shaved, I stepped out to smooth scented lotion all over my body, and dressed in a skimpy pair of black stretch lace panties, a slinky black wraparound dress, and four inch fuck me heels.
The doorbell rang just as I finished lighting the candles I’d set out around my bedroom.
Like I said before, Carter wasn’t what I would normally describe as a good-looking man but when he stepped into my apartment that night he looked so yummy that I creamed in my panties.
“Everything’s ready.” I said as I stood back from the open doorway and let him enter the room.
There was a glint of appreciation in his eyes as he pulled me to him for a hard and fast kiss. Then he glanced around the apartment before quirking an eyebrow at me. It was obvious I hadn’t been cooking dinner. “Everything’s ready?”
With a sassy wink I took his hand and led him into my bedroom. Once in the center of the room I turned to gauge his reaction as he looked around the room.
It was dim and shadowy with the lights off, but enough candles spread about that only the corners of the room were completely dark. Carter took in the set up, the fruit and cheese tray on the dresser next to a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses, the candles, the toys on the bedside table.
He eyed the flogger and the paddle for a moment, and when he looked back at me his lips were twisted into a small smile. That wicked glint that had attracted me to him in the first place was in his eyes again, and my pussy clenched in response.
Unable to resist the yearning building inside me I wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him. Food was forgotten as our tongues touched and our breathing became labored. I slipped my hands between us, cupped his hard-on through his pants, and sighed into his mouth. Strong fingers encircled my wrist, pulling my hand away from his dick as he stepped back. I looked into his face and an uncharacteristic thrill rippled through my body.
“You’re a bad girl,” he said sternly.
I looked up at him and licked my lips teasingly. “Uh huh.” I tried to reach for his cock again, but he had a good hold on my wrist and wasn’t letting go.
He stepped further away from me, crossed his arms over his chest and said one word. “Strip.”
I untied the string at my waist and opened the dress up so he could see that all I had on underneath were panties. The dress slid down my arms and dropped to the floor leaving me standing in the candlelight wearing only my high heels and a scrap of black lace.
“You are such a bad girl.” Carter smiled at me. “You need to be punished for teasing me, and dressing like such a slut.”
Arousal swamped me at his words. I’d never realized just how badly I’d wanted a man to take control of me. Not 24/7, I would never be able to handle that…but having a man take control of my body, for just a short period of time, was such a pure release.
I wanted to be a slut for him. I wanted to suck his cock, to let him fuck me any and every way he could think of. He saw that in me, I think that was why I’d been attracted to him from the first.
Carter pulled the straight-back chair away from the desk in the corner and set it in the middle of the room. Sitting on it he motioned to his lap and said, “Assume the position.”
I clumsily laid myself over his lap, his erection pressing into my belly through his jeans. A firm hand smoothed over my ass, fingertips tickling the sensitive skin at the bottom of my cheeks where the lace stopped and bare skin began. My head dropped forward, my long curls creating a curtain, cutting of my view of the room. Bracing my hands on the floor, I closed my eyes and spread my feet a bit further apart.
Arching my back I felt the stretch lace of my panties rub against my hairless pussy lips and my juices gushed some more. If Carter dipped his finger just a bit lower he’d feel just how turned on I was. His hand left my ass, and I held my breath as I heard him pick one of the toys up from the bedside table.
“This is a very nice toy, my dear.” He placed the palm of one hand in the middle of my back.
Which one was it? What was he going to use first? Something tickled across my half bare ass cheeks and I gasped at the sensation. It was the flogger!
“But I don’t like toys. I like to use my hands.” Smack!
A sharp slap landed on my ass.
“This is for not cooking me a proper meal like you promised.” Smack! “And this is for not telling me before how badly you needed to be punished. You must always tell me what you want. If you ask nicely, you just might get it.”
More slaps were quick to follow and soon there was no denying that getting spanked turned me on more than ever before. I squirmed in Carter’s lap, pressing myself against him, rubbing against his hard on, and spreading my thighs in blatant invitation to be touched. Carter’s slaps softened a bit and lowered so that his hand was landing on the under-curve of my cheeks and his fingertips were landing on my swollen pussy-lips. Then his hand stilled on the curve of my ass, and a finger slipped under the lace to test my wetness.
“Oh yeah!” I sighed with pleasure.
Taking the hint Carter thrust his finger deeper inside me briefly before pulling it out and lifting me off his lap. His hands worked his zipper before he lifted his hips and slid his pants down enough to free his throbbing cock. I licked my lips as I watched him and dropped to my knees in front of him.
“Not this time,” he said and pulled me up to straddle him. Shoving aside the crotch of my panties he thrust deep and true.
With him in the chair, and my feet reaching the floor, I rocked my hips and rode him smoothly . . . easily rising and falling so that his cock pulled out, then thrust in deeply each and every time. My nails dug into his shoulders when his hands cupped my tits and he pinched my nipples. My startled cry of pleasure echoed through the empty room until it was cut off by Carter’s mouth slanting across my own.
Our tongued dueled and our teeth clashed in a decadently carnal kiss. My sensitized ass cheeks brushed against the gathered denim across his thighs and the pleasure/pain mix had my orgasm approaching fast. I picked up the pace, riding him hard and fast in an almost uncontrollable race to the finish line. He ripped his mouth from mine and a completely male groan of satisfaction echoed in my ears as his hot come flooded my cunt and pushed me over the edge. Every muscle in my body tightened and my inner walls clenched, milking every last drop from him.
We sat like that for a few minutes, catching our breath and simply looking into each others eyes. My heart swelled in my chest and a contentment I’d never felt before settled in deep inside my soul.
Soon Carter stood and carried me to the bed. He dropped me on it, shucked his clothes, and crawled onto the soft mattress next to me. We drank the wine, fed each other cheese and fruit and grinned stupidly the whole time.
We’d uncovered a connection that went beyond how we looked and to how we felt, to who we truly were. A connection that let us be ourselves, with no pretense’s.
I was holding a juicy piece of fruit to his lips when his gaze flicked to the flogger and the paddle and I knew then that we were only just beginning on the path to more adventurous, and loving, things.