Sensual Romances Newsletter December 2006

5. Enticing Excerpts

TWILIGHT KISSES

Erotic Time Travel
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Blurb

Most women spend a lifetime in search of one extraordinary love. Most will never experience the magic touch of a man who sends a hotbed of molten lava racing through her veins. She will never know the beauty of embracing that one special person who knows her every thought, who has loved her enough to wait his entire life for her to appear.

They are lovers from two different worlds that are years apart, unable to escape their past or their future. They must rely on that extraordinary love to be enough to keep them together always, to reshape destiny, to remain in one another's arms for all time.

Excerpt

Little Fawn squealed in delight, clapped her hands together, and swiveled on her butt until she faced Shannon. “The men want Moon Runner to dance for you,” she declared breathlessly.

“For me? What kind of dance?”

The girl winked. “The Dance of Love.”

Shannon’s mind went blank as her gaze swung to rest on her husband. He stood in the fire’s light, his sleek muscles shining with strength as he stared at her. The sound of drums lowered. The haunting trill of a flute hovered on the air. His bronze body glowed against the backdrop of the Black Hills and the twilight sky.

Moon Runner’s dark eyes encompassed her soul as he began to sway. His arms rose above his head, his fingers taking on a dance of their own.

A shiver ran down Shannon’s spine. Her lips parted, her breathing turned shallow. He moved with the grace of a sleek cat across the flattened grass, beckoning her with his eyes—writhing, spinning. His smoldering gaze never left Shannon’s.

She was instinctively aware when Spotted Elk took Little Fawn’s hand and they moved away to sit with a group of friends. Suddenly, she was alone on the ground with only Moon Runner’s dancing body gliding in her direction with the grace of a magnificent animal. The light of the fire flickered over his glistening skin.

His gaze alone exuded enough sexual promise to cause the moisture to drip between her legs, but soon his body swayed directly before her, his hands fleetingly touching her breasts as he danced away to gyrate behind her. Shannon spun on the ground, her heart pounding rapidly. The blazing fire was not the cause of the building warmth that heated her blood.

Her heavy gaze followed Moon Runner’s hands when he slowly…sensuously…brushed his palms up and over his knees to the front of the loincloth covering his bulging cock.

He massaged his erection, swaying in her direction and then out of her reach.

Shannon forgot that family members and friends surrounded her and her husband as she watched the outline of his thick penis grow harder beneath the buckskin. Moon Runner swayed closer, his feet spread wide and his muscled thighs bunched tightly as he began a rhythmic pitch of his hips as if he were fucking her.

Shannon’s breasts tingled. She wanted him. She yearned to have his cock pounding into her until she throbbed with all-consuming pleasure. Her nipples ached against the soft buckskin of her dress. A shiver racked through her clit and into her belly as she looked forward to the time when his cock would pierce her open pussy. He could draw the life from her and she wouldn’t care. As long as she experienced one throbbing orgasm after another, she would die happy.

Moon Runner’s hips surged closer as he continued to rub his cock. If Shannon chose to do so, she could easily whisk the covering away and lick the tip of his penis. The drumbeat pounded in her head as she once again imagined his thick penis sliding past her wet opening. In her mind, her pussy expanded around his shaft as she sucked it inside her sheath. Slim fingers clenched into fists as perspiration beaded her forehead. She struggled for air.

His hand reached for hers. The touch of his fingers sent shockwaves up her arm. He drew Shannon upward until she stood before him, shivering and mesmerized by the sexual tension in his gleaming body. Moon Runner’s lips whispered past her ear as his penis surged against her pubic mound. “Dance for me…only me, Ghost Woman…” He dropped her fingers and sidled away on silent feet.

Shannon swayed toward him, wanting to feel the heat of his body surround her.

He dipped back and hesitated. His eyes held a feral gleam of promise. “Dance for me…make me yearn to fuck you.” He rubbed his cock and danced away.

The drums beat louder.

Shannon leapt forward, her body mere inches from his. She gazed into his dark eyes, seeing the reflection of the fire dancing in their depths. Her hips began to swing. Her fingers threaded their way through her flowing, thick tresses, lifting the strands high above her head before the curls floated slowly around her shoulders once more.

Moon Runner licked his lips. A slow smile curved upward. “I can still taste you on my tongue, Ghost Woman.”

The shock of his declaration burned in her blood. Her body instantly discovered the tempo of the drums that buzzed through her brain. She would dance for him—she would dance until Moon Runner lost all control. She would be the victor tonight.

Shannon’s feet moved beneath her as her hands brushed across his flat stomach. As he turned his head, her fingers dropped to whisk by his throbbing cock. Nothing mattered but the man who would control her body forever. He had created the steaming emotions of passion in her loins. She would repay the favor, but be the winner in the end.
Shannon dipped behind him. Her breasts jutted forward to press against the long line of his spine. Her fingers danced teasingly across the naked skin of his barely clad hips before she jumped to the side and spun in a circle with her hands raised toward the heavens.

Her eyes drifted shut as she stopped before him once again and swayed sensuously with the drums. A coyote howled eerily, making her feel one with Moon Runner’s Mother Earth. She was the wind. She was the warm earth. She became the sun that would heat her husband’s body and caress the skin of his velvety cock.

The drums beat louder, but Shannon heard each rasping breath Moon Runner sucked into his lungs as her hands traveled over her swollen breasts, lower across slender hips, and she cupped her throbbing pussy knowing that soon, he would fill her welcoming sheath.

Shannon whipped her hair from side to side with the drumbeat, thrusting her pubic mound forward and back, accepting his earlier promise to fuck her wildly. She didn’t know if he continued to stand before her, but Shannon understood instinctively that he would take her when he was ready. The heat burgeoned in her belly and spread to her vagina. The wildness of her dance surged through her blood. Liquid seeped down the inside of her thigh. She groaned as her hands raced over the dips and valleys of her body.

She teased him mercilessly. She taunted him by lifting the hem of her dress past her knees until only the beaded strips of buckskin covered her flexing thighs. The fingers of one hand squeezed a swollen breast, the other cupped her pussy once again through the thin strips of buckskin. Shannon raised her chin, stared into his heated gaze, and silently dared him to fuck her. She pulled her hand from between her legs and held it up so Moon Runner could see that her fingers glistened with moisture.

The drums beat louder.

Large hands roughly clamped around her waist, lifting her high into the air.

Shannon wilted against Moon Runner’s chest when the final blow against the stretched skin of the drum echoed across the silent gathering. He spun in the dirt, clutched her body tightly, and headed for the darkness of the open prairie. Her shoulders heaved as she gasped for air to calm her pounding heart.

Soon, the glowing light of the moon replaced the flickering brightness of the fire. The only noise was the soft padding of Moon Runner’s moccasins as the prairie grass flattened beneath his feet.

Shannon clung to his shoulders as the heat of his body surrounded her own. She pressed kiss after loving kiss against his mouth. She sucked on his neck. She begged to be fucked. She moaned for release. Moon Runner finally sank to his knees with his Ghost Woman still cradled in his arms. In one smooth motion, he pulled the celebration dress over her head and flung the garment away.

Moon Runner stretched out on his side as he lowered her to the ground. A strong, but gentle hand began a slow, torturous exploration of her supple body, increasing the fire in Shannon’s blood as it began an erotic dance across her white skin. He worked his way downward from her shoulders, kneading his way across firm breasts, a flat stomach and smooth, silky hips until he reached the wet crease between her thighs.

Shannon’s body jerked when he thrust a finger past her silken pussy lips. Moon Runner flipped around onto his side, lifted one of her shapely legs upward and spread her thighs open to his seeking mouth.

Shannon raised her head and watched, dreamlike, as Moon Runner’s dark head lowered to suck her clit into his mouth. His flowing black hair tickled the inside of her thigh as his tongue circled the throbbing bud. Her head fell to the carpet of russet colored grass beneath her as heated spikes of sexual tension burgeoned in her womb when he dragged his tongue through her slit.

This moment was destined to be.

Judy Mays
http://www.judymays.com

THE DRYAD'S TOWER

Halting his horse at the top of the rocky trail when the remains of a magical shield set his nerves to tingling, Navaar propped a fist on his hip and gazed down at the tower in the deep bowl-shaped valley.

Finally, he’d found it. The tower and all the magics it possessed would be his.Rising in his stirrups, Navaar sent a single, thin thread of magic toward the tower. When it was only inches away, sparks of power in a myriad of colors glimmered and crackled up, down, and around then winked out.

As he continued to stare at the tower, Navar nodded to himself. He didn’t need any more magical probes to know gaining entrance was not going to be easy. At least seven layers of invisible shields guarded his objective, and, unlike the dissipated barrier that had circled the valley’s rim, these had not lost any of their strength. However, the shields around the tower were not unexpected. He had no doubt, he would eventually be able to conquer the long absent owner’s magic and claim the tower for himself. It would simply require time and patience.

As a black arrow of crows cawed raucously over his head and disappeared into the tall trees lining the slope, Navaar settled back into his saddle, stopped concentrating on the magical shields, and looked at the tower itself. On a circular hill in the valley’s center, the brown stone tower rose into the cloudless, blue sky. A single line of purplish-red rock rose in a straight line from the tower’s base to disappear beneath the overhang of the steep made of the same purplish red stone. Small, dark green pine trees circled its base. From here at the top of the high pass, the tower looked like a giant cock rising from a nest of dark pubic hair. A fitting residence for a sex mage.

Smiling, Navaar shifted in his saddle as his own cock rose in honor.

Pricking his ears forward, the big horse nickered and pulled Navaar from his musings.

“Is there something down there, Hlmm?”

The horse stamped is foot.

Smile gone, Navaar stared down into the valley. Years ago, he’d learned to trust Hlmm. Thanks to his mount’s instincts, he sprung a trap set by blood mages and their assassins during his final tests and had earned his second nipple ring. He patted the horse’s neck one final time. If Hlmm sensed something down in this tree-filled valley, Navaar was not going to ride into a trap.“Best to take precautions before we go down then. Shifting amongst the bundles tied to his saddle, Navaar untied the waistband of his trousers and freed his erect cock. He could use one of the glass balls in which in magical essence was stored, but his cock was hard and ready. Why waste it?

Sliding his thumb over the top of his cock, Navaar smeared the head with the precum was seeping from its eye. After settling his feet firming in the stirrups, he leaned back against the high cantle of his saddle. Beneath him, Hlmm cocked a hind leg, lowered his head, and sniffed at the sparse greenery around his feet as he swished a pesky bug away with his heavy tail.

Closing his eyes, Navaar pulled the picture of a naked woman to the forefront of his memory – a small dark-haired nymph-like woman with pert, brown-nippled breasts and an almost hairless cunt. She reclined before him, her legs spread wide. The pink lips of her slit seemed to pulse with a life of their own as she rubbed and pinched her clit.

Falling deeper into his memory, Navaar pumped his cock, concentrating on the pleasurable feeling of the smooth skin sliding up and down over the hard muscle beneath it as his fantasy played out in his mind.

The woman arched as he slid a thick, black dildo slid over her thigh. As she continued to pleasure herself, he inserted the tip of the dildo into her cunt. Both her thigh and stomach muscles shuddered. Her red cunt lips stretched wide as the smooth glass was pushed slowly but steadily into her.

Moaning, she’d stopped pleasuring herself, grabbed the wooden pole behind her head, and ground her hips down against the dildo.

Sweat broke out on Navaar’s forehead as he remembered how she’d screwed herself with the black glass. He’d fucked her long and hard with it. When she’d orgasmed for the second time, he’d pulled the glass from her cunt and replaced it with his own aching cock. As he ground his hips against hers and thrust himself as deeply as he could, he’d used his mind to gather all the sexual energy she’d released earlier and molded it into a tight, silvery ball.

Grabbing her legs, he’d guided them around his waist so he could thrust more deeply. The bumpy, golden hoops lining her cunt lips rubbed and rolled along the length of his cock. Falling onto the cushioned seat behind him, he’d lifted her onto his lap without stopping his thrusts. He pushed her head against his chest and she sucked his nipple into her mouth.

As she’d nipped and suckled, their new position had enabled him to bury his aching cock more deeply into to her. His balls burned, and he knew he had to bring her to orgasm soon or he’d come first and fail this test. He held off as long as he could while her hot, wet cunt oozed her slippery cum all around his cock and sucked and clasped it until he was ready to explode.

As the memory played out in his mind, Navaar pumped his fist faster. He was ready to come, but the longer he managed to hold back, the more powerful his spell would be. His breathing became heavier as he fell deeper into his memory.

Motioning to his instructor, Navaar had slid his hands down over the woman’s ass and parted her cheeks. The other mage had knelt behind the woman, his well-oiled cock jerking.
“Now!” Navaar had shouted.

As Navaar’s hot cum exploded out of his balls, the other man screwed his cock into the woman’s anus.

“More! More! More!” she’d screamed as she shuddered between their naked bodies.

Pleasure wracking his body, Navaar had managed to gather the energy of not only his and the woman’s orgasm, but also that of his instructor’s orgasm plus the energy from the unintentional orgasm of one of the judges watching them. He’d molded it into a single silvery bolt and thrust it upward into a small cloud wrapped around one of the stronghold’s towers. Almost immediately, the cloud had transformed from a soft, fluffy white to a dark angry gray. Lightning had flashed, thunder had rolled, and rain had poured down, filling the stronghold’s half empty cisterns.

Because he’d not only passed his test but also provided much needed water during the dry season, he’d ben awarded his first nipple ring.

On Hlmm’s back, Navaar pumped his cock faster then stiffened.

Cum surged and spurted into the air.

While his left hand pumped out every last drop of cum, the fingers of his right danced through a relatively simple pattern. Soon, every drop of his cum pulsed in a silvery ball before him. As he snapped the fingers of his hand wide open, the ball transformed into luminescent spider web that rose above him, sparkled in the late day sunshine for a moment, then disappeared.

As the invisible, protective cloak settled around him, Navaar let go of his cock and sagged in his saddle.

Samantha Winston
http://www.samanthawinston.com

ZOMBIE JACK
Loose Id

Blurb:

Jack wakes up in a coffin, unsure of how he got there. He’s shocked to learn that he was brought back to life by a powerful necromancer and given a mission: he must find the mutant who killed him and stop him from killing others to get their hearts. Not a problem for Jack, especially with his friends pitching in to help—his ex-girlfriend who likes to pull men’s pants down to admire their “package”, the guy who bought the club where Jack was killed for a song since no one wanted the taint of murder coloring their booze, the voodoo queen and her ghostly best friend, and a hot zombie who has chosen Jack to be her new paramour whether he wants the job or not.

Excerpt:

He woke up. For a minute, he was too scared to open his eyes. Hearing footsteps and a small cough, Jack sat up, rubbing his face. He must have fallen asleep on the purple couch. He felt rumpled, but a bit better, even if it hadn’t turned out to be a dream. He was still in borrowed clothes on a strange couch in the club where he’d been killed. The blond man came over and stood looking at him, a frown on his face.

“Thanks for letting me stay inside,” Jack told the man.

“Hey, no problem.” He stuck his hand out to shake. “I’m Duane Martin. You can call me Dee. Everyone does.”

“Jack.” He shook Dee’s hand.

“You look familiar. Have I seen you before?”

“I don’t know.” Jack tried to dredge up some memory of the blond man. He thought he’d remember someone with hair down to his hips. “I don’t think so,” he said after a minute.

“There’s a vending machine in the game room.” Dee pointed. “Why don’t you grab something to drink and make yourself useful? You can answer the door for me when the others come for the audition while I finish fixing the damn lights. All right?”

Jack nodded and got up stretching. “Didn’t this place used to be a disco?”

“Yeah, that’s right. But now it’s a burlesque pool club, a new idea I had. It’s called The Purple Dee. What do you think?”

Jack looked around. A small stage had been built facing the bar, and in between was the old dance floor, now full of bistro tables and chairs for those watching the show. The new dance floor had been moved to one side, and just behind it was a pool room, visible through swinging doors like in a cowboy movie. “Nice. Have you been open long?”

“No, the grand opening is supposed to be Halloween night. I’m getting everything set right now, but my stripper, Tony, left last week without notice. The asshole. I have to replace him as soon as possible. It’s probably morbid to open a club on the same day it got closed because of a murder, but…” Dee’s eyes widened. “I know this sounds crazy, but I just realized who you reminded me of. Are you, by any chance, related to the guy that got killed here? Jack Severn? I have a clipping of the newspaper, and you look exactly like him. It’s totally spooky.”

Jack’s fists clenched. He hadn’t thought anyone would recognize him. His picture had been in the papers? What exactly had happened to him here? He cleared his throat. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

Dee held his hands out in a peace gesture. “Hey, sorry. I had to ask. I got the place after it happened. I’d always wanted to run my own club, and it was dirt cheap, as you can imagine. But I changed everything around. I even broke down walls to make it different.”

“I remember how it looked before. When it happened, I was” -- he broke off and stared at a spot where the old dance floor used to be -- “over there.”

“You were here? The night it happened?” Dee took a step backward. “Sweet Jesus and Mary. Why did you come back here? I thought you were here for the audition.”

“That’s a good question.” Jack shook his head slowly. “I haven’t got the faintest idea why I came back. I’ve been thinking about that all morning. Ever since I found out…” His voice trailed off, and he felt as if he wanted to cry. “I haven’t got a clue.”

“You saw the sign and wanted to try out?” Dee prompted.

“Try out for what?”

“The audition. To be a stripper. That’s what the audition is for. I put the sign up and posted the ad in the…” Dee clapped his hand to his forehead. “I forgot.”

“What?”

“I forgot to post the ad.” Dee’s voice rose. “I forgot to post the fucking ad! I forgot! I can’t believe I forgot. I had it all written down. Call the Post. Place the ad. Wait for the auditions. Get someone to replace Tony. How could I be so stupid?” He started to pace. He walked from the bar to the pool room, around the snooker table, and back to the lounge. He walked up the steps to the stage and looked down at him. Jack hadn’t moved.

Dee seemed to be sizing him up. “Hey. Watch. It’s dead easy.” He unbuttoned the top of his shirt. “Always bare your chest first.” Dee kept swaying to imaginary music. “After that, do your cuffs. If you forget the cuffs, you look like an ass when your shirt gets stuck.” He undid his cuffs. “Keep moving. Don’t stop moving for a second.” His feet moved in a shuffle step. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it wide open.

Jack frowned.

“What is it?” Dee stopped.

“I don’t know if I can do that. I have a huge scar on my chest.”

“Let me see.”

Jack pulled his T-shirt up. “It goes all the way across, and here there is one that goes down.”

“Holy shit.” Dee looked taken aback.

“It might freak out the clients. They’ll think I’m a monster.”

Dee stared at the scar, and his face suddenly brightened. “I have the greatest idea. We’ll blow them away.” He hopped off the stage and clapped Jack on the shoulder. “We’ll call your act, ‘The Monster Bash,’ and you can do it to that new remake of the song, ‘The Monster Mash.’ It’s really creepy and kind of disco. But it’s almost Halloween, and I can do a theme party. All right? Say you’ll do it. I’ll show you how. It’s a cinch.” Another thought seemed to occur to him. “You don’t mind taking all your clothes off in front of an audience, do you?”

Jack thought about it for a minute, and then shook his head. “No.”

“Great, that’s great. What’s your last name, by the way? I have to start drawing up some posters.”

Jack hesitated. “Severn. My name’s Jack Severn.”