I updated Lesbia. With words, as usual.
Slow rays of morning sun crept through the leaves of the enchanted forest and eventually trickled down to the tent where Kira, Ayla and Hope were sleeping. Hope was in one bed by herself, while Kira and Ayla lay entwined upon a cot which was far too small for either of them.
Kira woke first, her eyes opening to see Hope splayed out on the bed looking about as comfortable as it was possible to look. Her dark hair was mussed against the pillow, the corners of her lips turned up in a gentle smile which made Kira feel almost… she pushed the word away before she could think it.
Meet Clockwork Goddess… the third book in the popular Lesbia series. It’s out now! It’s all done! It’s ready for your eyes! Hurray! I am so happy that this is finally out, Lesbia is one of my great passions and I hope you will enjoy reuniting with Ayla and Kira in this full length novel. 😀
In a world where strict royal matriarchy rules, order is kept by way of public thrashings, and magic is ferreted out wherever it hides, it’s difficult for a legendary witch like Ayla to get any peace.
All she wants is a quiet life in her little forest home. But with a warrior banging at her door demanding she take care of not one but two clever miscreants, one a herbalist who prefers nudity to clothing, the other a wily intellectual whose quiet demeanor belies a volatile temperament – not to mention a civil war about to break out, Ayla is going to have to put her plans on hold.
As a young queen bears down on the witch and her friends, Ayla finds herself trying to wrangle as disparate a group of misbehaved rebels as ever took up arms. Fortunately she has the famous warrior Kira by her side, helping to impart a little discipline as fate and forces beyond any of their control put every innocent in Lesbia in danger.
To save herself and those she loves, Ayla is forced to face a past she thought she’d left behind, discover a family she never knew – and to find the indomitable strength which exists inside a frail young mortal named Vix, who matters more than anyone imagines.
Sometimes I feel like something different. Do you feel like something different? This is a thing that is different, involving spanking mature women. Lesbian women, to be precise. (Which I feel fits with the theme of the site and is relevant to my interests… and probably yours too!)
“You’re not mature,” Leslie pointed out, having shoved three cheetos into her mouth. She jabbed at Monica’s ipad with a greasy finger where those four fateful words had been typed into the title bar of a personals wanted ad. “Besides, you should just let Erin spank you.”
“The day I let Erin spank me again is the day I kiss my ass goodbye,” Monica replied, swatting Leslie’s finger away. “Besides, I need to find someone new. Our circle is getting… a little too close for comfort.”
“You mean because you used to date Erin and then Hannah and me and now me and Erin are together and Hannah is with your other ex who must not be named?”
“That’s exactly what I mean,” Monica said. “I need someone from the outside. Someone professional. Someone I can pay to go away at the end of it.”
Leslie screwed up her round face. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. The after care is the best part.”
Halo Ray’s Christmas log…
I’m wearing a passive-aggressive hat which says ‘Ho Ho Ho’ and has a little white fluffy ball at the tip which keeps bobbing into my eyeline. I’m also three quarters of the way through a bottle of wine which has made the crew dinner somewhat bearable. We’re all gathered in the dining hall for a raucous and rowdy celebration of a solstice on a planet most of us have never seen.
Christmas aboard the Persephone is more painful than a dozen cane strokes. I don’t like Christmas. You don’t get to choose your feelings for Christmas. You get to be jolly and holly and a big fat fucking cypher for reckless consumerism and the cloying sort of familial love that exists precisely nowhere in reality. That’s what I’ve been telling myself between drinks.
Some people like to really get into Christmas. Jubilee Flundersquidge has been bouncing around all morning beaming and informing everyone who will listen that she’s excited for all the little blessings of Christmas.
“It’s so joyous,” she trills, entirely unaware of how vomitous it all is. It would be one thing if she genuinely felt joy, but she’s just feeling a bloody big dose of Hapsters and following the tinsel clad cues which are stuck all around the ship.
“What did you get for Christmas, Ray?”
I glare at the asker. I didn’t get anything for Christmas. Only good girls get presents, and it’s been a long time since I was on that list. I got some additional rations, but everyone in the coalition gets those. A 1% holiday bonus, hurray. Fortunately, the answer to the question was never important in the first place.
A wicked witch this way comes…
Her hips draw the eye first, perfectly shaped like an inverted wine glass, framed in black sequins which glitter with every step. The rear side of her gown is open all the way to the dimples at the base of her spine, exposing her long, elegant back. Her hair is perfectly coiffed as usual, cascading dark ringlets curling over her left shoulder. The dress doesn’t cover much more in front than it does in behind, a plunging neckline coming to a relatively restrained halt inches from her navel. She’s not so much wearing the dress as she is embodying it.
Her smile captures souls, her azure eyes reveal nothing but see everything. The crowd parts as she moves through it. None dare stand in her way. Such is the lot of a wicked witch. Feared by many, loved by none, needed by all. A kingdom goes to its knees before her. Continue reading
Get your copy of Starstrike yet? Have I mentioned that there’s a book available? Called Starstrike? A book you could read, if you wanted? What’s the book called again? Oh yes, Starstrike. Mhm. Where would you get that if you had a spare four dollars? On Amazon. At this link right here! Just four dollars? Why that’s less than the cost of a private island. A bargain! There’s probably four dollars in your couch. Or someone else’s. Do you know someone else? Do they have a couch? Score!
So far Starstrike has been sighted in both the Lesbian erotica and Science Fiction erotica top 100 ranks, exciting news for all concerned.
What happens after Starstrike? More things of course. Because there are always things, and always more. That’s pretty much the secret of the universe. Always things. Always more. That’s Loki’s grand unifying theory:
Always = things x more squared.
Here is a taste of the more I have planned. Mmm. Moreitude.
Sarge steps closer to me, stopping less than a foot away. She leans forward so her handsome features are next to mine, her lips just inches from my mouth. Her proximity has an immediate electric effect. It’s not just her physical appeal. It’s her energy. She’s a curious mixture of animal dominance and nirvana calm. She’s my personal Eden in the middle of the void and her body is my garden of sin. Though she’s wearing the dark uniform of her rank, I know what lies beneath that stiff fabric. I have tasted her neat nipples set high on firm breasts. I have trailed my tongue down the taut, toned line of her stomach and I have set her powerful thighs straining as she orbits orgasm again and again.
None of this makes her any less imposing. In fact, it adds to the frisson of the moment because right now she’s not speaking to me as a lover. She’s speaking to me as a superior, and that means she’ll do things no lover usually would.