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Saturday, July 28, 2012


The following Mr. Fix It excerpt is from Deena's second erotic encounter with sexy handyman, Bill.
(Please note this book is formatted for London-based publisher Total-E-Bound. All spellings are UK English)
She trailed her hand down his chest and through the valley between his marble-cut abs. She played her fingers down through the line of hair. 
     “Mmm,” he answered.
     His erection lay against his flat belly. She tentatively touched the head of his cock. She let her fingers brush over the shaft. She longed to taste him. She kissed his chest, pointing her tongue and fluttering over one of his tiny, hardened nipples. She meandered down his body, savouring the hard muscles that stretched beneath the velvet skin of his belly. She licked the valleys of the six pack that her fingers had just moments before explored. At the first tickle of his belly hair, Deena paused and played, nibbling until she elicited his frustrated groan. She slid her head down his body, letting her curls tease his abdomen. When her lips were close to his engorged cock head, she paused, letting her breath be felt. She was empowered by his moans. With her face resting on his hard belly, she stretched out her tongue and found the top of the head. She teased, flicking it tentatively. She flattened the tip of her tongue and wiggled it into the slit. She lightly traced the ridge behind the glans. His hips responded with a subtle rise. Deena moistened her lips and, when they were slick, she made her mouth mimic a tight, wet pussy, and then pushed down over the head. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and slowly stroked him as her mouth engulfed the bulbous head. She relaxed her throat and took in as much of him as she could. She let her saliva lubricate her hand as she slid it up and down. His response thrilled her. She swivelled her body until she was straddling his thighs, never taking her mouth from his glorious rod. His pelvis thrust to meet her tantalising play. 

     When Bill’s cock was hard and slick, she slithered up his body and, holding his engorged cock, she manoeuvred it between her heavy breasts. She pressed them together around his hardness and began to slide up and down. She looked up and saw him watching her in the dim light. She became an exhibitionist, turned on by his erotic appreciation. Deena committed herself to making him come between her big tits.
Bill seemed to have other plans. He hooked his big hands under her arms and dragged her on top of him. She hoped that he would slide his thick, hard cock inside her and her pussy throbbed and grew wetter at the thought. Instead, he flipped her on her back and lay, full weight, on top of her, kissing her hard. He gathered her wrists over her head and held them with one strong hand while his other slid over her chest, her belly, her thighs. He forced open her legs with his own and then began kissing her body in a frenzy. He kissed her face, her eyelids, her mouth. He sucked hard at her neck and then drew a line with his tongue over her collarbones and down her sternum. He grabbed a breast in each hand and mouthed each in turn, sucking and nibbling her nipples until her own hips undulated in anticipation.
     He kissed and bit an excruciatingly hot line down her belly until he’d reached the triangle of pubic hair. He roughly forced her legs farther apart and then pressed his face against her pussy. He kneaded her soft thighs with his hands while his tongue teased along her slit.  Deena’s clit had grown hard and was cresting through her labia. She pressed her hips upward, unashamed at her longing. She silently pleaded with him to touch the straining nub with his lips or his tongue or his fingers, she didn’t care which, but she thought she would scream if he didn’t make contact…


  1. Well,that's just hot as Hades. Your daydreams must make steam come out of your head...Good writing!

    I went straight from "mainstream" M/F to scorching erotic M/M, no in- between, and I know what you mean about using the imagination. It's a lot harder to imagine myself a man in the grip of another, but somehow it's working out, one daydream at a time.

    Best to you in your writing. I'll keep my eyes peeled for your 5-star reviews! Erin

    1. Thanks for the kind words, Erin!

      M/M has definately become a strong genre. Is it true that a good percentage of readers are heterosexual women? I'd love to hear your insight on that.

      btw, I dropped by your website http://erinsromance.wordpress.com/ It's GORGEOUS!

  2. I don't know about the percentage of women novelists writing m/m who are actually heterosexuals. But I do know from my own experience that my love of the male body makes the scenes really come alive. I don't even know how many readers of m/m books are male. Perhaps most of them, too, are female. It would be really interesting to find out, and to learn exactly why, if indeed they are women.

    And a btw for you, I've just started a website for my m/m writing, if you have a chance to vist http://romancemanlove.wordpress.com/ I'd love to get your reaction.

    Thanks for the compliment about my blog. :-) Erin