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  1. At the Back Fence Issue #280
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I was becoming uneasy and aroused at once. His look told me he did not find that funny, and I blanched. Some of tonight may be unpleasant for you. Good lessons need to be memorable. Would you like to call it a night instead?


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Otherwise, dinner is ready…now. He affected me in ways I had never felt before.

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I trusted him, but I was scared. Again, I was giving up control, not like me at all. But my body ached to be with him. I knew I was trapped and had no will power to refuse him. He intimidated me and aroused me at the same time. He glared at me again in such a way that I suppressed my sarcasm as I answered quietly. I did. Wear panties. I sounded like a bumbling idiot.

I was too dazzled by him to think of stopping it. Her writing exposes the vulnerability, emotional turmoil, and pain that can come from losing oneself in the heat of passion. She is a founding member of The Nu Romantics, which tries to elucidate the romantic found in all things, even pain and longing. She is a published poet, a professor, a writer, a dancer, and a die-hard romantic, known for her writing prompts on social media, especially writingromancelines. Every chance she gets. You can learn more about R.

Molly Ivers thought she found Prince Charming, but without a devilishly sexy accent, and six months ago she gave into their undeniable attraction. But the swarm of ever-present groupies was so not part of the fairy tale. As much as it hurt her heart, she shut out rocker Evan Castle. She sighed and left the computer to go make scrambled eggs. Nell followed her to the kitchen. She could never keep a straight face with Nell.

Molly speared a peach slice with a fork and nibbled the end of it. Sweetness filled her mouth. He seems pretty cool. I mean, if I check it out, this may turn out to be a positive change. Pretty impressive. Molly licked nectar off the peach on the end of her fork to save it from dropping to the floor.


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  7. He cleared his throat and lifted an empty half gallon of milk. I came to borrow milk. Knock next time, or at least text. She sucked the rest of her peach slice into her mouth and wiped at a little of the nectar at the corner of her lips. Her cheeks blazed at the hungry longing in his eyes.

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    She turned away to open the fridge to get the milk. She grew painfully aware of her night shorts, which had a tendency to ride up her butt and cut off at mid-thigh, and her thin white tank top. Could he see her nipples? And jeez, Louise, why did they have to harden every time he came near her? She pushed hair out of her face and poured the milk into his empty half gallon. Nell had leftovers. How much milk do you want? She stopped after she poured enough milk, then gave him extra. Evan reached over her to open a nearby drawer. He took out a fork, inserted it into the flesh of a peach slice, and brought it to his lips.

    He teased the fruit around his lips with a wicked smirk. He winked at her and sank his teeth into half the peach as he watched her, licking it. Her mouth went dry. Oh, he knew what he was doing. Roxanne D. She is a U. Army veteran, and a Columbia College alumni.

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    She loves to read poetry, classical literature, and Stephen King. Also, she is an avid Star Wars fan, musical theater nut, and marine biology geek. Roxanne resides in the western U. Roxanne loves to hear from her readers, and encourages you to contact her via her website and social media. Every good girl has a bad side. It just depends on whether her partner knows how to awaken the beast. These sexy tales are a collection of naughty stories about ladies exploring their sexual desires while also testing the boundaries of their dubious behaviors!

    When desires need to be fulfilled, sometimes love is never enough. From start to finish, these delicious tales of love and lust will seduce your mind and leave you wanting more! There was a time that she wanted to love how he spoke to her about his job every night. She had somehow learnt to crave the way his fingers traced the edges of her skin while he spoke.

    She got used to the smell of his cologne too and sometimes thrilled herself by wearing his shirt. But all these happened a long time ago — a very long time ago. Now, while he finally stopped talking and began to tickle her thighs with his fingers, she only closed her eyes and wanted him done with her as soon as possible. He caressed her left thigh but she felt no arousal for him. She could remember his strong arms and the way his tongue passionately tasted and suckled her nipples. Terrance had slid down the bed to pull up her nightgown and rid her off her panty. He kissed the soft flesh between her thighs and dug his tongue into her hole.

    She appreciated his effort. She widened her thighs to give him more room and silently thanked him for reawakening her memories of Thomas. She imagined her husband to be her high school lover. She imagined him to be the young man that had torn her thighs apart with lust and had made her heart warm with love.

    She wanted that endless orgasm that Thomas had given her as her high school sweetheart. I really liked Wicked I must be a closet submissive because I gravitate toward stories like this , and thought Wild — the threesome story — was better than average.

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    Wanton , not so much. Obviously, so have I, but I now know definitively where my internal line in the sand is drawn. I was so annoyed. Now, it seems maybe they were ahead of their time. And I still find it hard to believe that one of the biggest controversies years ago was a Blaze where the hero and heroine had phone sex!

    Believe me, I had tried Thea Devine. I never got far. Nor did I enjoy her erotic novellas for Brava years later. Also, most of them were contemporaries with only a smattering of historicals and other sub-genres. I remember being thrilled when I found a Black Lace novel that was like an erotic fantasy novel, complete with muscular warrior.

    I never made it to the muscular warrior part because of the scene where the heroine got pleasure by impaling herself on a stone — part of an ancient sculpture, I think.

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    Whatever you say about Thea Devine, at least her heroines get to have sex with men, not stone. Still, for years, it seemed as if the only romance author who could combine erotic steam and romance was Robin Schone , and her style is not for all tastes. Erotica and romance truly married when e-books came along. So the first erotic romance e-book I remember reading was actually an anthology called Bodice Rippers.

    It delivered, if old style romance means tying up the heroine and leaving her alone with a candlestick in a very personal area.