Sunday, June 24, 2012

Sex Scene Saturday: Autumn and Sean

This week's Sex Scene comes from an anthology with some heart, Coming Together At Last. This scene is from my short story called "Enough Said."

Autumn opened her eyes and rolled onto her side. She crawled over the bed to the nightstand and dove into the drawer where she found a friend she hadn’t used in long, long time. The bright pink plastic phallus hummed and vibrated as soon as Autumn turned the switch at the bottom.

This unique vibrator worked in water. Remembering its capabilities, Autumn ran to the bathroom and turned on the shower in the cramped stall. Without taking off the T-shirt, she got inside, letting the cool water attempt to lower the temperature of her overheated flesh.

She put one foot on the wall next to the spigot and braced her free hand on the built-in soap dish. She slipped the vibrator inside of her, slowly at first. Once she got it all the way inside, she let out a long, low cry. The feeling couldn’t match Sean’s dick, but it was very close.

Autumn moved the vibrator in and out of her at a faster pace. The music echoed in the bathroom. The sound, the smell, the feeling, they were all like Sean, almost. Things like this would have to pacify her in his absence.

The leg supporting her body trembled, and she leaned her head back. Autumn’s stomach compressed into a ball as she squeezed her nipple. The build up to the orgasm churned at a slow pace, but at least she knew she could get there. With Sean, he could just look at her, and she wanted to claw her clothes off and spontaneously combust right on the spot.

As the climax started to build, her strength began to wane. Autumn slipped down the wall, continuing to piston the vibrator in and out of her greedy cunt.

“Sean! Sean! Sean!” Even with her eyes closed, she noticed an immediate shift in the lighting in the stall, as though someone had flashed a light on her.

Autumn opened her eyes and turned to the glow. Sean stood next to the shower stall with the curtain pulled back and carrying a self-satisfied grin. Without a word, he covered her hand holding the vibrator, and he removed it from inside of her. Not bothering to turn it off, he tossed it to the floor.

Autumn hooked her hand behind his head and pulled him, clothed and all, into the small stall. Sean craned his head down to kiss her while both of their hands worked on his shorts, trying to undo them and get them down.

Once his cock was free, Sean took no time in looping his arm under her leg as he guided his head to her pussy. He stared into her eyes as he pushed his way inside of her.

Autumn clawed his wet shirt as it clung to his back and wrapped her other leg around his body. Just like she liked, just what she wanted, he pounded inside her fast and hard. Cramped space or not, he knew how to please her.

Sean massaged her breast as he kissed her, darting his tongue in and out of her mouth. Autumn’s hand moved up the back of his neck to his head where she immediately noticed his new shorter haircut.

At that point, he let her breast go, brought her hand down, carried her outside of the stall to the counter, and left the shower running. The old Autumn would have yelled at Sean for getting the bathroom floor so wet. Now it seemed so trivial.

Sean cupped her ass cheeks as he slid himself in and out. Even with his tan, his cheeks flushed red. Autumn framed his face with her hands. His strong jaw line now had a fine sandpaper grit covering it. Trying to capture a new sensory detail, she smoothed her hands over his face, letting the prickly hairs tickle her palms.

As soon as Autumn felt Sean’s legs shaking, her pussy twitched, tightening around his shaft. The feeling provoked a moan from Sean. He squeezed her ass cheeks, then nibbled her earlobe.

She coiled her legs around his body and released a scream that would have been worthy enough to alert the police. It didn’t take Sean long to follow suit, letting out his own guttural growl to complement her shriek. His muscles tensed in an instant as she felt his hot cum bathing her insides. That feeling she wouldn’t be able to duplicate.

After a tense moment, Sean exhaled. His shoulders and back relaxed as he kissed the side of her face and moved to her mouth. When he broke from the kiss, he said, smiling, “Marry me.”

“Ask me when your dick isn’t inside of me.” Autumn laughed.

The smile dripped from Sean’s face. He pulled out but kept his hold on her. “Marry me.”

Autumn regarded him for a moment. She laughed at first, thinking the joke was still rolling until she noticed how stoic his face had become.

“Marry me,” he said again with the beat of their sex song playing in the background.

Autumn wriggled away from him. “No.”

Hope you enjoyed the scene!


Bridget~an erotica author who never goes~Midway

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Bridget Midway book signing in Tennessee!

I'll be signing my novels Love My Way, Fascination Street, Corporate Seduction, Corporate Desires and Corporate Needs on Saturday, June 23rd from noon to 4 p.m. at Books-A-Million at 190 Collier Drive in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee 37864 during the first annual Rom Fest! For more information on the event, go to their website:


Bridget~an erotica author who never goes~Midway

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Sex Scene Saturday: Cherish and Perry

This week's Sex Scene Saturday entry comes from my contemporary interracial BDSM erotic romance novella "Casual Fridays" available in ebook through Loose Id.

This offering is one scene between business excutive Cherish Burke and her executive assistant Perry Stone. After work, their roles change dramatically.

Perry stood and followed his little lamb into the shower stall. He positioned her under the streaming water, dousing her delectable body. He watched as the water sluiced over her curves, and at that moment, he envied the element.

Not to be outdone, he lathered his hands in the body wash and placed his hands on her shoulders. Cherish's body melted as though she wanted him to mold her.

Perry eased his hands down her arms to her hands, where he interlaced his fingers with hers. He rested his chin on her shoulder, then wrapped her arms around her waist. In this position, he saw their future. He imagined a life in which he excelled at work, she continued to rock the business world, and at night and on the weekends she would be his little lamb.

He closed his eyes and let his imagination run wild. He thought about the games they could play, both in private and in public.

For so long he'd dreamed of taking her to a play party or to one of his favorite clubs.

Cherish was not the type of woman who he could trot around on a leash.

Perry closed his eyes and rocked their bodies back and forth. Listening to the hiss of the shower and inhaling the fragrant steam wafting up to his nostrils, he was transported to a place in his mind where the life he wanted could be achieved.

If he wanted Cherish Burke to be his 24-7 submissive, he could have that. If he wanted her to wear vibrating panties as she spoke to the President of the United States, he could do that too. And if he wanted to make love to her, fuck her, he would have her.

As they stood in the shower, he thought about how it would be to have sex with her there. He would caress her body, taking pleasure in exploring every inch, every hard and soft spot, every area that would make her cry out for him.

He would take things slow with her, kissing her with such passion that his knees would buckle. He would slide his tongue into her mouth, allowing her to touch and tease it with her tongue, suck it like she would his cock. Then he would play with her breasts, kneading them, squeezing them until she came or close to it.

When he could no longer stand the waiting, he would gently press her against the wall, put her legs around his waist, and enter her so slowly that it would feel like an eternity. He wanted a moment like that to last, to feel her tight, slick pussy walls surround his dick and hold him until he wanted to submit to her.

As he thrust inside her, he would continue to kiss her. During their real weekend relationship, they shared quick pecks, a kiss on the cheek or on the hand, but nothing deep, passionate, loving.

God, had he actually thought about love? Cherish hadn't thought about love with him. Perry knew that. She demanded to know even the minutest details of all her business dealings while at work. So if she truly loved him, wouldn't she have said so? She never bit her tongue in the past.

Instead of being so gentle, as he had imagined before, he would take her, hard. Still in the shower in his imagination, this time he would place her hands on the wall, bring her ass back and take her from behind, pounding in her so hard that her knees would buckle instead of his.

He would fist her thick hair. Her breasts would jiggle with each motion. And she would do the one thing that would make him come so hard and deep inside her—call out his name, his real name. Not Sir or Master.

Perry's imagination prompted his next actions. One hand drifted down between her thighs. Cherish took a step to the side to allow him access. As his thumb brushed over her soft mound, his middle finger swept over her clit.

Cherish sucked air in between her teeth and pushed her ass back against him. When her backside connected to his now engorged cock, she moaned.

The reaction spurred him on to do more, take more. Perry slid his middle finger inside her. Her wet channel gripped his digit.

Cherish clamped down on his arms. Her shoulder hoisted his head up higher, which meant she probably stood on her tiptoes. If he wanted, he could slide himself inside her right now.

Perry pulled his finger out of her long enough to push her against the stall wall. As wide as Cherish's eyes got, he surmised that he'd either surprised or excited her. Either way, she didn't appear disappointed.

Without saying a word, with just the motion of his hand, he got her to put her foot on the side of the tub, giving him full access to her pussy. Perry stepped closer in between her legs.

Presented with this perfect moment, the perfect woman, and a need so potent it consumed him, Perry wanted so much to enter her, to finally make her his. He held both of her wrists in his hand and held them against the wall over her head. With his other hand, he held his cock.

Perry had her. He had the control. He mastered this situation. And right now, he wanted to possess her body.

He positioned the tip of his penis toward her vagina just as she said, “Do it. Take me. Just fuck me. Please.”

The demand should have prompted him to do what she requested. Instead Perry saw it as another way Cherish showed her control over him. If he fucked her, she would think he did it because she wanted it.

Perry took a step to the side. He released his cock in order to slide his index finger inside her. In response, Cherish ground down on his cock substitute and growled so loudly that he knew the whole floor must have heard her.

As he plunged his finger inside her, she undulated her hips, riding him so hard that Perry didn't have to imagine what it would be like to finally bed this tigress. He brought his lips dangerously close to hers. He ached to taste her.

Fuck! When did the lines blur between him wanting to be her Dom and wishing to be her lover?

Perry slipped a second finger inside her. This time he did catch her standing on tiptoe on the one foot she used to stabilize herself. He wasn't sure if the moisture running down his back came from the showerhead or his sweat from watching this beautiful woman move.

Not wanting to torture her anymore, he pressed his face next to hers and growled, “Come.”

With no more provocation than that, Cherish screamed. She pressed her pussy down onto his fingers and held herself there as she rode her wave of pleasure.

When her breathing evened, Perry eased his fingers out of her. He pressed them against her lips. Watching her lick her own juices prickled his skin.

Cherish stared at him. A smile crept its way up at the corner of her mouth. “Now what?”

Perry had been thinking the same thing. Now what would he do?

He connected gazes with her and said, “Talk.”

Sweating yet? I hope so! Of course there's more between this dynamic duo.

If you want to read other hot scenes, check out blogs from these other authors.

Yvette Hines

Alexis Ke

Leigh Ellwood

Monique Lamont

Aliyah Burke

Stay sexy,


Saturday, June 09, 2012

Sex Scene Saturday: Maybelline and Winston

This week's Sex Scene Saturday offering comes from the first book that starts the Corporate series, Corporate Seduction, available in ebook and in print from Phaze Books. Enjoy May and Winston as they get it on. Mmmmm!

Win set her on her feet, then took a second to gaze at her after he flipped on the light.

In desperation, she clawed at his shirt, ripping off buttons and sending them flying across the room. He pulled her skirt down then yanked her top over her head.

May didn’t care where her clothes landed. She wanted to feel him on top of her, inside her, possessing her senses, her pleasure. Having his cock in her mouth didn’t feel strange. She wanted it there. She wanted to please him. To feel his hardness against her tongue and listen to him moan made her wet.

It was then she realized the true exchange of power. Even when she’d dominated him at The Oh Club, she pleased him. And when he dominated her at work, he made her happy.

She would have felt guilty about the blowjob, but Winston had already admitted before she knew who he was and before he realized who she was at The Oh Club that he no longer had a girlfriend. So, he and Courtney had broken up. Big shock.

Once she was naked, Winston stopped and stared at her sitting on his bed.

“What?” May wanted to keep the action going. Whatever had stopped Win, he needed to get over it.

But, he said nothing. He just looked at her body as though it was the first time he’d seen it. Maybe he was amazed at seeing her naked in his house, on his bed.

Reaching into the nightstand drawer, he pulled out a string of wrapped condoms. Instead of opening one of the packages and sliding one on, he handed it to her.

“Put one on me.”

Obediently, she unwrapped the thin membrane and sheathed him, sliding it all the way down over his impressive hardness. She prepared to lie back on the bed when he took her hand and brought her to her feet. Taking her to his dresser with a large mirror behind it, he placed her hands on it and brought her legs back and apart so that she was bending over.

In a teasing fashion, he slid the head up and down over her wet nether lips. She pushed herself back to get him inside of her but he held onto her waist, keeping her in her position.

Rubbing it against her clit, she moaned. He brought the tip up to her opening and, with the easiness of a skilled surgeon, he slid himself inside to only halfway.

“Win, please.” Her legs trembled.

“Yes, Maybelline. Tell me what you want. Say it.”

She could tell he spoke through gritted teeth.

“Fuck me, Win. I need to feel you inside of me.”

As soon as she said the words, he pushed himself inside of her to the hilt. Her body writhed against his. She squeezed her eyelids shut as she suppressed the urge to have an immediate orgasm from the entry.

Holding onto her hips, he made long, slow thrusts. This man knew how to pleasure her, how to own her body. Her fingernails clawed the surface of his dresser.

“Look at us, Maybelline. Open your eyes.”

With great reluctance, she did so. His tanned body and her light, chestnut-colored skin complemented each other beautifully.

She watched his expression over her shoulder. He tried staring back at her in the reflection, but occasionally he would close his eyes and bite his lower lip.

A thin layer of sweat covered his face and body. His large hands possessed her hips, squeezing them hard to let her know he would not be letting her go any time soon.

Bending over, he kissed her shoulder then the back of her neck. The feeling of his warm, firm lips against her skin caused her skin to tingle and her heart to pound. She forgot that this man was her boss. Winston Biggers was a man. Right now she was his woman.

His hand slid around to her waist then traveled down between her legs where he expertly found her clitoris. The tip of his finger rubbed it until her body undulated, pushing back against him, then moved forward onto his hand. His other hand glided along her midsection to her breast where he cupped it, massaged it in his hand, and let her nipple twirl around his thumb and forefinger.

With his arms around her body and his full length inside of her, she felt captured. It was a bondage she wasn’t looking to escape. She didn’t just need sex; she needed Winston.

May turned her head and kissed his upper arm that was closest to her face. Saltiness laced his damp flesh as he continued to rock against her, moving in and out of her with increasing speed.

“Maybelline! Christ, you’re so tight! So wet. Don’t come.” His arms squeezed her tighter as though he were trying to suppress his own need for sexual explosion.

“Please, Win.” She grabbed his hand that was between her legs and pushed it against her even more. “I can’t hold out much longer.”

In a surprising move, Winston pulled out of her, turned her around, sat her on the dresser, then wrapped her legs around him just as he entered her again.

May screamed and had to hold onto his shoulders. Staring into his now dark blue eyes, she understood his need for them to face one another before the climax.

She tightened her legs around him. His hands grabbed her ass as he pounded into her. When she felt his body shaking along with hers, she knew he was just as close to coming as she was.

“Now, May! Now!” he exclaimed.

With her head leaned back and her fingernails embedded into his skin, May let out a scream that echoed off his walls.

Winston, on the other hand, growled. His hand fisted her hair as he made a final, deep plunge inside of her. They held that position, clutching each other for what seemed like eternity.

When he finally pulled back, Winston moved his mouth over to hers like he wanted to kiss her. The session would have ended perfectly with the kiss.

May turned her head.

How was that for a scene about sleeping with your boss? If you like that, you need to check out blogs for these other authors:

Sascha Illyvich

Tilly Greene

Jennifer Armintrout

Stella Price

Sandy Sullivan

Stay sexy,


Bridget~an erotica author who never goes~Midway!

Saturday, June 02, 2012

Sex Scene Saturday: Edna and Burton

This week's sexy, sexy sex scene for Sex Scene Saturday comes from my contemporary interracial BDSM erotic romance, Corporate Desires, available in ebook and print through Phaze Books. The hot couple this time is former Domme Edna, aka Madame Z, and her new office manager, Burton McCutcheon. Who said working in an office is boring?

Burton got in Edna’s face. “Tell me what you want, Edna. You want me to take control? Is that it?”

As though she lost her ability to speak, Edna responded with a nod. Her compliance turned Burton’s dick to steel.

“Fine.” He reached under her skirt and hooked his thumbs into the sides of her pantyhose. In one tug, he pulled down her pantyhose and panties. “Take off your shoes.” He pointed to the gauzy black and lace material around her ankles.

For this task, Edna didn’t hesitate. She kicked off her heels and removed the undergarments. Obediently, she waited for the next task.

For the next step, Burton peered down at his pants.

As though he said the command out loud, Edna undid his pants. She lowered his boxers. As soon as she did, Burton took her hand and wrapped it around his shaft.

“Are you wet?” He hoped to God her eagerness matched his.

Again, she nodded. For now, that response would do. Later he would have to come up with a set of rules for her.

“Good.” Burton grabbed her shoulders and spun her around so that she faced his desk. She planted her hands on top of it. Then he moved her legs apart.

“All I need for you to do is listen out for the front door.” Burton pulled up her skirt to her waist. He licked his lips while staring at her rounded ass.

She tried turning her head. “Better said than done. If I’m thinking about who’s coming in the door, I won’t be able to—”

Burton fisted her hair. From her gasp, she must not have expected it. From the way she pushed her ass back into him, she must have wanted more.

In her ear, he growled, “I’m going to fuck you like I should have fucked you last night.”

He held the base of his cock, and in one hard thrust was inside of her. Her pussy welcomed him in a pool of juices. Thank God she wanted this!

Edna showed how much she liked this new side of him by releasing a long, loud cry. Christ, she came already. If Burton didn’t control himself, he would shoot his load just from thinking about it.

“Yeah, that’s it. Feels good, doesn’t it?” Burton’s rhythm stayed consistent, delving in deeper with each plunge.

Edna answered again with a nod, as much as she could with Burton’s tight grip in her hair.

“Say it! I want to hear you say it!”

“Yes, Burton! You feel so good!” She curved her foot around his leg. “Make me come again.”

Burton pumped harder. The muscles in his arms tensed. His sac tightened. Every cell in his body wanted a sweet release inside of her.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Don’t fucking come.”

It would be torture for him also, but now that he had Edna at his mercy, he wouldn’t let her go.

Edna clawed the top of his desk. He felt her trembling. In that moment, he wanted every bit of her, body and soul.

“I need to—need to—”

“Don’t come.” Burton knew deep down the restriction would excite her. Certainly it energized him to watch her squirming, fighting against the need.

“Fuck! Fuck!” She tilted her head and thrust her hips back.

“Not yet, baby.” Burton peered over her head.

In front of the building through the glass doors, he watched Lipsky walking toward the door. A knot formed in Burton’s stomach.

He should have stopped, but no way would he deny Edna her climax.

Come on. As usual, go back to your car because you forgot something.

Lipsky touched the door handle.

Edna reached back and held Burton’s head. The sound, the scent, the touch, Burton could have ripped off all of his clothes right there and continued fucking Edna on top of his desk.

Sweat dripped down Burton’s temple. He watched Lipsky open the first set of doors, then stop before hitting the second set. His boss snapped his fingers and turned around.

Thank God. Burton released a long, haggard breath.

“Tell me what you want. I want to hear it.”

The thick walls of her pussy tightened around him. Burton knew she couldn’t hold out for much longer.

“I—I—I want to come! Please! Let me before Lipsky gets here!”

If she only knew.

“Now, Edna! Now!”

From just his command, Edna screamed as she came. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, God, Burton!”

Listening to her reach orgasm, it took Burton no time in coming deep inside of her. He held himself in her tight pussy, savoring the feeling.

“I wish I could taste you.” Burton slid out of her.

Edna turned to him. A look of wonder filled her eyes. “What’s changed about you?”

Burton pulled up his pants. “I could ask the same thing about you but the boss is here.”

Edna whipped her head around. She must have seen Lipsky at the door. “Shit!” She pulled down her skirt.

“Give me your pantyhose and panties.” Burton held out his hand.

Without question, Edna handed him the garments.

He tucked them in his desk drawer. “Go clean up. I’ll hold him off.”

Hope you enjoyed that scene! I certainly had fun writing it. Now if you're still feeling the need to release some pent-up energy, check out these five other scenes from these other authors.

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Bridget~an erotica author who never goes~Midway