Telephonic Titillation - Sexy Excerpt from Words of Lust

She snatched up the phone, breathless with nerves.

“Nick!”

“In the flesh. Or at least I wish I was. How was book group?”

“Oh, well, we got to talking and didn’t get around to discussing the book.”

“Should I be afraid to ask what you were talking about?”

“I guess there’s no harm in telling you that you and our sex life was the primary topic of conversation.”

“Why am I not surprised? What is it about ladies getting together that it always ends up being about sex.”

“What else is there?”

“Sports?”

“I can’t quite see the various female Professors of English and Economics waxing on about the vagaries of competitive sports.”

“Your loss.”

“Really? We ladies can be quite naughty once we get going. In fact we had a very illuminating comparison of sexual implements that you probably would have found educational.”

“You mean you talked about sex toys.”

“Exactly.”

“Interesting. So did this conversation get you all hot and bothered? Do we need to take care of that right now? What are you wearing?”

“Give me a minute.” She put down the phone and peeled off her clothes with a tipsy giggle. “Okay. Ask me again.”

“What are you wearing, Professor?”

“Nothing.”

“That’s my girl. How about you pick out your favorite toy and make yourself comfortable.”

A few minutes later she had eagerly pulled out her favorite vibrator and lay stretched out on across the sofa, the phone cord stretched to its limits.

“What have you got there?”

“My vibrator.”

“Is it one of those little bitty things or is it one of those monsters.”

“It’s a big one.”

“Excellent. Put it in.”

“Now?”

“Yes.”

She rubbed the head of the silicon vibrator between her legs. She was already wet. Just thinking of him had made her slick. She slid the vibrator in, relishing the twinge as she stretched around it, still wonderfully sore from hours of sex with him the prior night.

“Is it in?”

“Yes.”

“How does it feel.”

“Good – but not as good as you feel inside me.”

“Close your eyes and imagine it’s me.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’ve got my cock in my hand and we’ll play together. Now just lie there and enjoy yourself and I’ll do all the work.”

“Mmm. All right.” She turned the vibrator to its lowest setting and the humming inside her made her purr.

“Sounds like you’re happy?”

“Yes.”

“I’m stroking my cock. I’m hard for you. I’m going to fuck you so hard, Professor, so hard that you scream. Will you
scream for me when you come?”

“Yes. I’ll scream.”

“I’ll make you scream. How about I fuck you in my truck? Make you bend over the tailgate. I’ll pull your pretty little panties down and your sweet little cunt will be dripping for me. Won’t it?”

“Yes.” The vibration began to push her slowly towards an orgasm. But his words were the catalyst that made her sizzle.

“I love your ass, have I told you that? It’s beautiful and round and soft. I loved spanking you and I’m going to do that again, right now, before I shove my cock into your tight little pussy.”

She was panting a bit into the phone. Her hand was shaking and holding it was difficult. But his voice mesmerized her. Low, and intoxicating, he drew her into the fantasy.

“I want to fuck you so bad, I can’t wait to get inside. I don’t care if we’re outside where anyone can see us. If they do, they’ll see me pumping into your sweet, gorgeous hole. They’ll envy me because I have you all to myself. No one gets you but me. Do you like that, Serafina? The thought that I own your body, that no other man is allowed to touch you?”

“You know it does.” The erotic thought of being watched as he controlled her, impaled her, outside where anyone might see, was unbearably erotic and she turned the vibrator up. She closed her eyes and imagined the scene, him with his clothes on. Her dress tossed up and her panties down around her knees as he shoved himself into her hard, grunting with effort. She drew up her legs and her toes curled on the sofa as she fought to keep from orgasming. It was too much fun to be led by him.

“I’m not wearing a condom. I want to feel your hot flesh clutching me, milking me. I’m going to come hard, inside you. I’m going to fill you up.”

“It will feel so good.” She began to piston the vibrator deeper, adding the thrust to the twisting motion of the tool. Her hips were moving and she crept closer to coming.

“I will spew inside you. Then I’ll take my cock out and it will be coated with our come. Yours and mine. Then do you know what I’m going to do?”

“No.” Harder she thrust the tool and turned it to the highest setting and began to moan.

“My cock is so hard for you. Even after I’ve come I can’t get enough of you. I want more of you. I want to come in every place in your body. I’m hard and I push right between those sweet cheeks of yours – your ass is marked with my hand all over. You screamed when I spanked you and now I’m shoving my cock up your tight ass and you’re screaming again. If anyone is watching, they are seeing me shove inside your tight ass, I’m fucking you hard. Harder and harder. When I come this time I’m shooting up your ass. You’re filled with my cum. When I pull out I can see you dripping with my cum. I keep you bent over so I can enjoy the sight. Your spanked cheeks, your juicy little pussy and your ass is mine now too.”

His words were guttural and choked and as she came and thrashed on the sofa, her muscles clenched and the vibrator buried deep in her spasming cunt, she heard him grunt, groan and curse and knew he’d come with her.

Even apart they were perfect together.

Lise Horton's WORDS OF LUST .... Take 1 - A Wicked Excerpt to Whet Your Appetite!

On Wednesday night, Serafina lay relaxing in the warm, scented bath, her eyes closed. Her double class load was wearying, and Nick kept her off balance. She needed the soothing interlude to hopefully calm her whirling thoughts and allow her to get a good night’s sleep, before another manic day on Thursday. She and Nick hadn’t seen one another since Sunday of that week. They had several more dates after the run-in with Elizabeth Parker, and she’d been relieved that there seemed to be nothing about the woman’s snide remarks that bothered Nick. It was now only the third week of their acquaintance, and Serafina was utterly and completely addicted to Nick Stellato. His touch was intoxicating. Thoughts of him filled her head constantly, distracting her at the most inopportune times. Going for three days without his touch felt like a withdrawal.

Relaxing after a long, hectic day, however, she luxuriated in the tub and allowed her thoughts to stray to Nick. She kept replaying in her mind the scene between them in his truck on the occasion of their first date. She recalled the breathless intensity of that evening, and she could not resist temptation.

Her hand drifted through the water, reaching between her legs thinking back to that erotic night. She remembered his mouth over hers, nibbling, licking, kissing, exploring even as his hand slid inside her panties and touched her. The throbbing she’d felt inside was deliciously unbearable. That night she’d been desperate to have him inside her but he’d just subjected her to a glorious torment that lifted her up, all while making her crave so much more. He’d slid his fingers through her wetness, then slowly, inserted one fingertip inside her, then another as he’d moved with infinite gentleness. When his calloused thumb suddenly touched her clit, she’d writhed beneath his hands as his kisses grew more insistent until she’d moaned. She’d reveled, too, when he uttered a guttural groan that made him sound like a predator, a man enjoying his mastery of her body, pleased and possessive.

Then his fingers had plunged completely inside her, thick, and stretching her hungry flesh She’d panted and trembled. His movements had grown faster and more forceful and the sense of being invaded had pushed Serafina closer and closer to the sweet abyss. He’d stroked her, urging her on with his words, his movements, the feel of his kisses and his hand on her breast. The idea that she’d lain there, spread for him, with his hand stroking the most intimate part of her though they were fully clothed and out in a public place had lit the sizzling fuse. When the wave of heated orgasm flooded over her, she’d been swept along in the amazing sweetness of clenching muscles.

Now the memory of his touches, of the decadence of the act overwhelmed her and her fingers plunged inside her cunt as a wave of orgasm spread from the core of her throughout her body and she lay shivering, as she had lain and shivered in his arms in the aftermath that night.

WORDS OF LUST by Lise Horton. Release date September 9, 2013. E-book available from Carina Press and at Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Kobo and Apple.


Words of Lust is Lise's erotic romance debut novel set in NYC. Serafina Luca & Nick Stellato come from different worlds. But lust – and love – conquer all. Release date is September 9, 2013 from Carina Press. For more titillating excerpts, visit her blog http://lisehorton.blogspot.com/ or for additional updates, stop by her website www.lisehorton.com . Lise has releases in two Ravenous Romance anthologies and under her erotica pseudonym, Lydia Hill, her short story “My Master’s Mark”, will be included in the 2014 Cleis Press anthology, “Slave Girls” edited by D. L. King.

Getting To Know Master D.

The first command was on a hot pink post-it. It made her smile to think of Derrick’s enthusiasm when she suggested that they might want to indulge in their often discussed Master and slave fantasies. But when she saw the instructions, her smile faded. And contemplating her orders made her incredibly hot. And wet.

Derrick had apparently been investigating the matter because the details were crystal clear.

“Slave - Procure the following items: clothespins, lightweight chain (5 feet), ping pong paddle, Ben Gay, ball gag, AstroGlide and butt plug. I will be home at 7. Be bathed, shaved, and naked in the bedroom with all of these items. Or you’ll be punished.”

Signed, Master D.

Clare’s breathing sped up as she pondered the list. They’d tried spanking and she was surprised to find it immensely arousing. The thought of being seriously paddled sent her into the stratosphere of arousal. After their talk, she’d Googled BDSM play and saw things that made her heart go pit-a-pat, and her pussy throbbed right along in time. That she was going to experience it for real had her dripping.

It was four pm and she’d just walked in to find the note. She grabbed her purse and ran out, desperate to comply and be prepared and waiting.

***

Derrick checked his watch and grinned. Clare got home at four. By now she’d be in a state trying to buy everything he’d demanded, and get ready, while her mind would be racing in anticipation of just what he had in store for her.

He’d wanted to explore her obvious submissive tendencies for a long time, but Clare had, until recently, been a fairly vanilla lover, rebuffing his more subtle attempts to draw her into D/s. He loved her more than life and had restrained his dominant urges for the first six months. She was worth it. Since he'd had misgivings about how their relationship could continue given his own nature, he’d been pleasantly thrilled when she brought up the subject one evening, after what he considered a tame spanking that had turned her quite, quite on. She’d fucked him like a wild-woman afterwards, thoroughly submissive throughout. Then she'd shared fantasies that he knew he could fulfill. But it wasn't until he found she’d visited BDSM sites that he raised the subject. He’d hoped it was going to be a turning point for them. He would make certain that it was.

***

The key in the front door almost sent Clare into an orgasm. She’d been sitting on the bed, naked and dying of anticipation for half an hour. She’d bathed, washed her hair, shaved her pussy clean and could not get over the feeling of being so extra naked. The items Derrick had demanded were spread out on the top of the bureau. And as she heard the footsteps, slow, measured, heavy, as Derrick came toward the bedroom, she realized that she was hotter than she had ever been in her life.

The door opened. She gasped as Derrick entered, having obviously changed from his work clothes to a pair of tight black denim pants, a pair of heavy motorcycle boots and nothing else. His expression was dark, dangerous and extremely erotic. He did not smile, nor did he give her his usual greeting.

His greeting was very different this time.

“Get on your knees, slave and get ready to suck my cock.”

Just a little nookie...

I don't think we're in Kansas anymore." Dorothy looked down at the ratty little dog and saw him scratching his balls.

Cute. If the little bugger wasn't good with rats and mice she'd have dumped the flea bag overboard.

"Hey, hot stuff, whatcha got under that ugly dress? A little something something?"

Dot looked down into the smirking face of a midget. Shit. When she'd opened the door onto some bizarre Technicolor explosion there hadn't been a living thing in sight. Just a pair of withered up feet sticking out from under the house. Apparently, however, there were natives. And they spoke English. But the clothes? Like something out of a Disney movie..

"Get your hand off me you little twerp." Dot swatted the pudgy fingers away from her thigh, but the fellow dressed all in yellow merely chuckled and gave her a once over. His gaze was so lacivious she frowned.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to stare?" And she gave him a shove, knocking him backwards onto a funky looking purple bush.

Striding down the yellow brick sidewalk, Dot glanced around. To her surprise there were a whole slew of little folks coming out from behind trees and under bushes. Most of them appeared to me similarly midget-sized and holy crap, they were all smirking like the first one. They had hard ons making their little short tent up and a few were even rubbing themselves and grunting.

Cripes. It wasn't bad enough that the horny farm hands at her Aunt and Uncle's farm were always groping her, now she had landed in some weird world where all the guys were not only hard up but height challenged too.

Two or three of them crept forward and their little hands reads out for her, plucking at her dress. Toto snarled and snapped at one, bless the little mutt.

"Bet that's some sweet pussy under there, huh?" One repugnant little troll commented. He was actually drooling and Dot gave him a kick. Unfortunately he was faster than his roly-poly little body looked.

Then, without warning, a huge, bright flash caught her off guard. It was so bright and the attendant bang so loud she fell backwards and ended up sitting on top of the first one as he took the opportunity to rub his little dick against her ass.

Heaven help her.

Dot struggled to her feet as a giant bubble burst, showering her in a sparkling cloud. Standing in the center of the explosion was a tall, statuesque woman with brilliant gold hair piled high. She was holding a magic wand but what was most amazing was the black bustier and thigh-high leather boots, separated only by a leather thong that exposed a wealth of flesh. And the tool in the other hand which was cracked with evil intent as the woman smiled at Dot.

"Well, hello there. I see you've met my little slaves? Boys, have you been misbehaving again?"

"Holy freaking crap," said Dot.

The Night I Got Stuck In The Elevator With Rocky

Kenny dumped me on Valentine's Day and I really hoped his next date, I don't know, gave him Herpes or something. He was a smooth talker, and a lousy lay - to my inexperienced mind, anyway - although he always told me I was about as much fun to fuck as a meter maid (sorry, ladies, his words, not mine....if you ever catch up with him, feel free to use that nightstick on him ...). He ended up by telling me I was boring.

"You have no imagination when it comes to sex."

I went to work on Tuesday after having cried my eyes out (what was I thinking?) til 2 am in the morning. He had taken me out for a "fancy" dinner and broke the news to me that I was old news. He'd even let it slip that my replacement - younger, thinner, bigger tits, and, oh, yeah, RICH - had moved into his apartment. He'd had my things packed up by his maid (a new acquisition - I guess Young/Thin/Rich/Bitch does blow-jobs, but she doesn't do windows?) and they were waiting with the doorman. The loser didn't even have the cahones to bring the boxes with him.

At work the insanity didn't help me at all and by 5 pm I was a sodden wreck, crying, sniffling, and blubbering all over my desk. Not that anyone noticed. Especially my boss who seemed to think that my tears were an absurd infringement on his ownership of my focus.

By 6 pm he'd hit the pavement, leaving me with a huge list of calls to make, appointments to schedule and a bunch of agreements that he insisted had to go out "tonight".

Our offices had been recently renovated and there was still a lot of work to be done, so the place looked like a war zone and no one ever stayed if they could help it. Can you say 'cough, cough' asbestos?

So, there I was, all alone on the entire floor, when the lights flickered, and went out. Having toughed it out during the blackout of 2003, I'd collected my "disaster bag" and I was heading back to my desk to grab it, assuming the worst (grid meltdown, whatever - it looked dark outside and I figured I was going to have to rescue myself). Then the fire tower door flew open and a security guard barged onto the floor and, of course, right into me.

We unscrambled and I tried not to let my hands roam all over his really fine body, before leaping to my feet. Now, don't get me wrong, I knew I might have been forced to run for my life, but hey, it's not often a girl gets to grope such a stud. I had never met the guy before, or seen him in the building. But then again, the night shift changed with great regularity and given the number of thefts we'd had recently, and his size and, uhm, level of fitness, perhaps building management was getting serious.

"We've got a serious electrical problem in the building. You need to evacuate. What are you still doing here anyway? Didn't you get the notice about the test of the emergency back-up electrical systems?"

"Well, no, obviously I didn't or I would be out having a nice cocktail and bowl of peanuts, wouldn't I?"

"Hey, don't worry, I'll get you down safely." He obviously has a caveman in his family tree, but I wasn't picky. If he could show me way down (I mean out of the building - get your mind out of the gutter!) I wouldn't mind if his knuckles dragged on the floor.

He followed me as I groped my way back to my desk, got my disaster bag and my purse and scrambled after him.

"I've got the key to override the elevator shutdown, so follow me." And he led me into the elevator which had only emergency lights running and slipped the key into the slot. The doors slid shut, the elevator started to drop - and then stopped.

"What the?" My guard wiggled the key, but nothing happened. Then he tried his radio, but got nothing but static.

"I guess the emergency back up systems don't, ah, work?" I suggested. I was trying hard not to panic, but I am so not good in elevators. Claustrophobia, don't you know?

He noticed my fidgeting and slumped back against the wall.

"You aren't one of those screamers, are you?"

Suffice it to say he distracted me. "Screamer?" My little coochie got a sudden quiver.

"You know, if you get stuck in an elevator? Some ladies freak out."

"Oh, I thought you meant, did I scream when I ..." I decided it must be the fright of the moment that made me blurt THAT out.

He actually grinned for a second.

Then the radio crackled to life.

"Rocky, come in."

My guard angel spoke into the radio. "Christ, don't call me Rocky, OK?"

"Fine, Rockford, the back-up's gone down. I got the repair guy on the way, but it may be a while."

"You mean I'm stuck here?" I shrieked.

Rocky turned to look at me. He was so not happy. "What, do you think I'll pull a Bruce Willis and climb through the roof of the car?"

"No. Sorry." I actually blushed because I pride myself on my ability to hold it together when all the shit is hitting the fan.

"Look, it won't be so bad. We'll, uh, play a trivia game or something."

He looked like he knew that it had been a pretty stupid thing to say. But then I had my own really wild and crazy idea. I bent over and pulled out the bottle of tequila I had in my bag. I was hosting an American Idol finals party at my apartment the next night and I bought it at a cheap liquor store near the office to save the few bucks. Lucky me!

I waved it at him and said in a voice I didn't know I possessed.

"Sounds like a great idea. How about strip trivia - loser strips and the winner gets a shot?"

The elevators went back on an hour or so later. We'd, uh, sort of lost track of time. We had just enough time to jump into our clothes and wipe up when the doors opened in the lobby.

"Sorry it took so long, folks," the repairman apologized.

I tried to stifle my grin and sound casual.

"Don't worry. We found a way to pass the time."

Wouldn't you know it, Rocky turned out to be a real trivia wiz.