Temptation

Hump Day Request:

Temptation, seduction and "giving in".

When your ex is an elf, relationships can be complicated.

She recognized the perfume the moment she stepped into her dressing room: wild jasmine and hibiscus, a scent all at once nostalgic, bittersweet, and arousing.  Kicking the door shut behind her, Taliyah crossed her arms over her chest and closed her eyes, tapping the fingers of one hand on her bicep.

“Kymera,” she murmured in a tone of playful exasperation.  “I should have known.”

“I was in town,” came the husky reply.  When Taliyah turned towards the wall where her vanity mirror was set, she saw the beautiful leggy fae sitting sprawled in the makeup chair, feet dangling over one side as she leaned, casually regal, over the other, chin propped up on one hand.

“Had to stop by and see my favorite protégée.”

WOW!

Congratulations

1st Place in Poetry for Talent Drips Erotic Publishings February 2012 Contest! - ~Smitten~
1st Place in Short Stories for Talent Drips Erotic Publishings February 2012 Contest! - Life Drawing
2nd Place in Short Stories for Talent Drips Erotic Publishings February 2012 Contest! - Friday Night Fantasy
3rd Place in Short Stories for Talent Drips Erotic Publishings February 2012 Contest! - Body Shots
4th Place in Short Stories for Talent Drips Erotic Publishings February 2012 Contest! - Double Shot
5th Place in Short Stories for Talent Drips Erotic Publishings February 2012 Contest! - Eat Dessert First
6th Place in Short Stories for Talent Drips Erotic Publishings February 2012 Contest! - That Night

Three of my stories placed in the Talent Drips Erotic Publishing Contest!  It's a paid contest and they will be published in an E-zine!  I am so happy!!


I'll have to do something to celebrate!  Maybe I'll do a few story commissions?  I'm so happy!

Here is the link to the E-zine.

A Special Request

Dear my lovelies,


Would you like to have a full-length erotic lesbian love story between vampire and human available to read online?  I am preparing to post Lotus Petals, a historical erotic novel, in blog format for more readers to enjoy.  My plan is to make the whole book available chapter by chapter, with full-color illustrations posted along with it.  You can find the Prologue and first three sample chapters of Lotus Petals under the link above, and treat yourself to a taste of what's to come.


Before I do this, though, I need your help.  If you like what I post on Foreplay and Fangs, please reblog and help me boost the signal.  If you can, please also help me get word of the blog out there on Google by giving a +1 to any posts you really like, or share the posts on Facebook! I would love to get enough followers that I can start posting Lotus Petals and, if that turns out to be successful, also the sequel Satin and Steel.


I appreciate any likes, comments, reblogs or requests that come my way.  Here is my Tumblr Page! I'm also on Google+ and Facebook.  I'm happy to thank any followers who help me with this by posting a special erotic short story or art commission of their choice!  Like this post, either reblog, +1 or Share, and then send me your request in an Ask.  I will randomly raffle and complete an additional commission request for every 25 followers who share Foreplay and Fangs in any one of these three ways.  I'll also give you a second entry if you share it on more than one of these three sites!.  Remember I will not write or post anything that a traditional erotic publisher would not accept (no pedophilia, no bodily functions, no snuff, no beastiality, etc.), and I do not write fan-fiction (though fan art is acceptable).  Other than that I am open to most challenges!


So please, my lovelies, help me gain some more readership and boost my signal!


Much love!

Phone Home

My cell rang about ten minutes after midnight; I glanced at the clock, raising an eyebrow as I put down my book and picked up the phone.  I already had a decent idea of who might be calling me this late, but still it was an unexpected surprise.

“Hello?” I said, cradling the phone between my ear and shoulder.

“Without your clothes, you’d be naked.”

~ Slave ~

Completed illustration for To The Victor.

"Slave", copyright 2012

To The Victor

Overhead, she could hear the sounds of the enemy celebrating.  It was a raucous uproar, a hundred men dancing on the grave of her master, the great warlord known as Set.  He had been slain by the leader of the barbarians.  His power was broken.  His clan was in chains.

His woman was their prisoner.

Sadira bowed her head, a grim and bitter scowl on her face.  They had captured her and bound her with ropes, tying her wrists and ankles, and thrown her into her master’s bedchamber for their leader.  She waited on her knees on the bed, stripped of her leather armor, left in only a thin cotton bodice and a flimsy loincloth to cover her nakedness. 

But that was nothing new.  She had been slave all her life to Set and his sadistic madness: she had been servant, soldier, consort and victim to his whims, a prize for his pleasure.  To be honest she was glad he was dead;  she had lived on her knees before him, exactly as she was now, and more than once she had wished she could be the one to sink the blade into his heart.

Full Moon

Here is the second installment of my Hump Day Request Stories:

Anonymous asked you:

Culd u pls write a story about two werewolves doing it in there full wolf forms?

I sure can, my lovely Anon.  I sure can.

Possible Trigger Warning:

Contains depictions of violent sex, forceful domination and anthropomorphic creatures.

Full moon.

It means savagery.  It means surrender.  Bright, cold, gleaming impassively over the blue and sleeping world, it makes the blood turn to freezing silver and then burning, boiling scarlet, takes away the man and leaves only beast.  The flesh disappears under pelt; teeth become fangs; body becomes a knot of carnivorous hunger, ravaging, barbaric need.

Tonight, the moon is full.

The big werewolf is hunting alone.  He's left his alpha male and his pack behind him to chase the scent of a female.  She is one like him, one that wears the shape of the beast when the moon sings her angelic song.  As the male follows, his greed intensifies with every breath.  The she-wolf smells of fervor, ripe and excited, like the burning season, like autumn leaves aflame.  Her scent is magnificent—she is in heat.