Erzabet's Enchantments: Tantalizing Tuesday: D D Symms and In His Sights

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Erzabet's Enchantments: Tantalizing Tuesday: D D Symms and In His Sights: And we meet again so soon! Here we are with another tasty tidbit.



The release for In His Sights is November 21 and deals with the inner struggles of guilt for surviving a tragedy when others did not.

Erotic Novel Excerpt with Lingerie, A Sexy Toy, and a Webcam

This story gives an idea for creating steamy eroticism. This is an excerpt from Boarding, an erotic novel and Book 1 of The Jessie Carter Fashion Series. Jessie is apart from her boyfriend Raymond and she gets out her laptop and a favorite toy she bought in London.

What you don't see at the end of the excerpt is the lil 'ol sex toy becomes a point of conflict with them. 

I'll be posting more excerpts here in the days ahead. 

Enjoy. 

If you're looking for an erotic novel consider Boarding.

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EXCERPT Boarding, Chapter 3

The Allendale Hotel had a décor that appealed to her love for vintage sophistication and an appreciation of craftsmanship that seem void in contemporary society. She envisioned meeting Raymond in Grand Central station, retiring to the room, and soaking in the tub together before he spread her on the mattress and fucked her long into the night. Romance.

"I'll see what I can do." He sounded sincere and then longing filled his voice. "I miss you."

"I miss you too." His lovemaking skills excelled when he was in the mood. He could lather her with delicate kisses and soft touches, and when he curled his fingers in her hair she lit up and forgot every care in the world.

He chuckled. "You know what I just thought?"

Jessie liked his laugh and the way it bubbled and rolled right out of his throat. "What?" She smiled.

"You got your laptop handy?"

Her breathing quickened, anticipating his request. "Yeah."

"Do the cam?"

Jessie giggled and a new surge of energy rolled through her while an exciting pulse beat from inside her sex and radiated warmly through her tummy and into her breasts. "Okay. Just a sec." She scrambled out of bed, rummaged through her belongings, grabbed the laptop, and snagged the vibrator. One foot was tucked under her butt and the nightie hung loosely as she perched on the edge of the bed. "It's warming up."

"All right." His breathing turned deep in a lust-filled response.

"I'll be right back," she said with the soft tones of affection and stripped off the tank top. Her reflection in the mirror this time was more acceptable, her nipples erect and after running a finger against her clit and along the sides of her shaven pussy it would soon be glistening with anticipation.

In a drawer was original lingerie she designed using a man's white tank top, cut to expose her abs, and a silk tie with red and black stripes sewn strategically in the middle to enhance her cleavage.  Red ribbons were sewn in two rows, one under each area where her breasts would touch and she sewed a line of red silk at the hem to give the appearance of a border and contrast to her peach-tone flesh. It was a gift and a surprise for Raymond for the next time she was with him, but Jessie was too excited to wait.

"Okay, ready." She wiggled to get as comfy as possible.

"Me, too."

The web cam had come in handy at least twice before in LA when he had worked late, once when she coordinated wardrobe on a film set, and another time when she had worked until closing in her part-time clerk position at Nordstrom's. They were too tired to see each other but the technology bridged the inconvenience.

Jessie tilted the screen. "Hey, handsome." His chestnut-colored hair and the way it swirled along his forehead was one of several arousing elements. Her breasts lifted the material away from her body and invited a stare above the tummy, an intoxicating tease for her as well as him.

"Beautiful." His eyes beamed.

"Thank you." His appreciation gave her a sense of overall well-being.

"Miss you. Mu-ah." He smacked his lips together.

Jessie giggled, slowly ran her tongue along her lips, and groaned with delight.

She pointed a finger to the screen like she was touching his hair. "Miss you, too, babe."

Warmth like water simmering in a saucepan roiled her insides. He had late meetings for more than a week before she left on her trip and she hadn't flirted with any guy in London. "Can you see okay?" Juices lightly coated her labia. She moved the screen and the computer up and down.

"Yeah." And then he sounded disappointed. "Just one problem."

"What's that?"

"You're wearing something." He frowned and his eyes sunk with disappointment and then he laughed at the same time Jessie did.

"Oh, dear. How do we change that?" She raised her right index finger to her mouth and pursed her lips in a child-like pout.

"Hmm." Raymond was reclining in his bed, too. One of his hands moved out of view and his arm stretched like he was rubbing along his thigh. "Lift it up, slightly."

"Oh, sure." She loved Raymond as director of their scenes. Jessie set the laptop on the nightstand and lifted the hem higher this time, just below her breasts. "Satisfied?"

He grinned and took a deep breath. "Oh, wow. Higher."

She arched her back and gripped the shirt to only reveal her nipples and teased, "Feast your eyes, baby." God, hot indeed. Oh, how nice it would be to have Raymond stripped to his waist and his jeans unbuttoned, his hands under her ass and kissing the insides of her thighs.

"You know, sweetheart. Why don't you just take it off?"

"Oh, okay, darling," she replied in mock innocence, as if the thought hadn't entered her mind. "If you insist." Rolling the material over her naked skin on the final stretch sparked a thrill in her that she figured strippers must love when they're performing well on stage. She turned to give Raymond a profile of her tits and she couldn’t help but lower a hand between her legs. "Mind if I touch myself?"

"Not at all." He had a vacant, intoxicated stare like a man hypnotized at a county fair.

Her hand worked slowly and thoroughly along her legs like she was gripping a bar of melting soap and she glanced into the camera, narrowed her eyes, and kissed.

"Wow." Raymond was helpless to do anything but sigh.

Jessie grabbed the vibrator, clicked it on, and touched it lightly to her nipples. "Oh, that feels so good." She took her time saying each syllable, savoring the sensation of dancing sound.

Raymond closed his eyes and his arm was moving faster.

"I wish you were here, babe, touching me and caressing me."

He grinned. "Oh, man. I wish I could get on a train right now and buzz into your room."

She moved the vibrator to her tummy and explored making lazy circles. "And what would you do, baby?" Mock innocence was deeply arousing and Raymond appeared equally inflamed.

"Well, uh, first I'd kiss your hair."

"Yeah?"

Raymond swallowed like his throat was filled with words and he couldn't figure which one to dislodge first. "And your neck and your tits."

There were so few times in the year-and-a-half they had been dating when she had made Raymond truly weak with pleasure, but this was one of those moments and the joy was so profound that she no words could describe the experience. "That would feel so good." Amazing how the sound of feel could be sensually stretched like a piece of velour.

"And I would kiss lower."

She arched her back again so the curve of her ass was pronounced. Hair cascaded over her eyes and she tossed her head so the strands flew back over her left shoulder. "Oh, I love it when you do that." Jessie changed positions slowly like a kitty waking from a nap and stretching its legs and reaching for a ball of yarn. She set the vibrator aside and the soft buzzing radiated along the sheets. Jessie reached for the glass dildo. "Hey, darling, look at this." She held it in front of the camera and licked the tip and then slowly closed her lips and sucked.

"Cool."

"I can't wait until I get to do this to you."

"Oh, yeah." Raymond was nearly panting.

Jessie arranged the pillows so she could lean back on them. Her legs dangled over the edge of the mattress and she ran the crystal toy the length of her body and then spread her legs wide. "Can you see?"

"Yeah. You're so lovely." He gritted his teeth.

She ran the curved tip over the few tiny hairs on her mons and then pressed once on her clit. Whoever crafted the product was a genius. There was an unusual balance to it, so even though it had no batteries it still felt like it had its own natural movement.

She leaned back on one elbow and raised the point with the other hand. "I got this in London."

Boarding is written by DD Symms.

Find his works on http://ddsymms.wordpress.com

 

A Taste of Jennie - Erotic Flash Fiction - Serial Fiction by DD Symms

Jennie was so angry after inching along the freeway under the blazing after work she wanted to kick in the door. Restraint was in order, though, and soon she had made her way to the bedroom, stripped off her blouse, and unsnapped the bra. What a relief to let the breasts hang freely. She unsnapped the waist band of the jeans, undid the zipper, and flopped on the bed.

Stickiness engulfed her and she swore she'd have to take a personal day just to get the car's air conditioning worked on. She sat up and shed the jeans leaving them lying on the floor. Royal blue panties were her only garment. And there it was. A note on the mirror.

Pink panties tonight. No shower. Be ready.

Shit. Damon wanted her. Just like she was. He had stopped by and scrawled a note on the mirror to tell her what she was going to wear. That was their agreement. It came with his territory as the Dom, or as he put it, his "responsibility."

He got to tell her what to wear or what not to wear. And no shower. He was hungry all right. Damned hungry for her natural taste. That's how he liked her. Hot and sticky so he could lick the salt from her neck and shoulders, along her tits and between her legs.

At the beach he had her behind the restrooms after a day in the blazing sun and ran a hand under her sundress after she had removed her bikini bottoms. Another time he had gone running with her and had her strip in the house and lay on the carpeting with her legs spread. He loved her taste, probing her deeply with his tongue, licking and tasting her flesh and inhaling her scent.

His sign indicated that he was hungry for her taste tonight. Sweat and all.

She removed her panties, lowering the waist band over her full hips and down her thighs. Her brown hair swayed just like her tits. Oh, man, she wanted a cool shower. The lukewarm kind perfect on a hot day. But if she did then he could tell her and he'd take her over his lap and lay into her ass until it was hot and pink and perhaps harder until it was hot and red.

She reached in her drawer and pulled out her pink panties and smiled. Perhaps he'd do it anyway. She slid them up her legs and snapped a bra to hold her breasts in place. No harm in admiring the cleavage. Damon sure did. Time to make dinner and wait. Six-thirty. He'd probably walk in the door soon. Thoughts of him walking in, kicking off his shoes, and leaning back at the table while she walked around with a sheen of dried perspiration and in her underwear, serving him dinner caused a flutter of arousal.

Damn. Hopefully he wouldn't make her beg for a shower once they were done. That's what she both loved and disliked about Damon. He had a way of pushing her limits and making her feel both aroused and uncomfortable.

She had been in the kitchen no more than a few minutes when the front door opened and Damon's heavy footsteps traveled across the entryway and his frame filled the door.

Jennie was surprised. He was home earlier than normal. His breathing was heavy and his eyes scanned her and penetrated her being.

He leaned against the frame with his left shoulder and uttered one word. "Kneel."

The directive swirled in her thoughts and the pulsating sensation she knew so well began to throb in her pussy. On her knees, his zipper and the bulge in his jeans was eye level. He was hot. He, too, would be sweaty around his cock and balls. She licked her lips at the thought of the warm, salty taste.

To Be Continued

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