Hello, I'm Jade and I'm a closeted writer. I've been writing short stories and the likes since I was a young girl but kept all of those words for myself. I've been told a number of times that I write well and that I should publish. The thing is... you can't put yourself out there for that level of criticism unless you're ready. I had a small blog years ago but I failed to keep up with it because I wasn't as committed to my craft. Those days are long gone and here I am. It's take a while but I'm finally ready to make that leap. I'm working on my first series that will include multiple books of a BDSM series. I write Erotica, Romance, Fantasy, Fantasy Romance, and other forms of Fiction. I also love to write Shorts. They can be as short as a bio of a person that I've seen or imagined to as long as a few chapters. I take creative inspiration from everything around me but I never use the source directly. For instance, if I see a blue bird singing in a tree by the time that my mind has come up with a story it be a black cat purring the same tune. As for the fun stuff! I also read by the dozen, use my culinary skills to bake and cook, entertain a swarm of nieces, nephews, and any other adoptive children that I can. I love to host parties, entertain, and talk to my two dogs who happily keep my feet warm. I was born and raised in good old Cincinnati, OH but I love to travel and see new places. I have yet to travel outside of the US but I'm working on it. I don't have any biological children but you can't tell all my previously mentioned children that. Feel free to stick around to find out more about me because I'm sure there's a lot more. Welcome To My World...

1.19.2017: Poor Boy

on January 19, 2017February 9, 2017 By Jade Royal 4 Comments

Poor Boy

I walked into the house and smelled a delicious aroma. He was here already. Something about that felt so damn good. He padded down the hall to me smiling the whole way. His hips swayed drawing my eyes there. Music was playing in the background and I noticed that his movements matched the rhythm of the music. He put his hands on my chest and backed me up to the door as he swayed against me. When my back was pressed to the surface, I waited for his next move. I raised my eyebrow at him and smiled when he lowered to his knees.

Kneeled in front of me, he was beautiful. He was displayed in a way that pleased both the Dom and the submissive offering himself. I didn’t want to waste time. I walked around him and got on my knees as well. I pulled his pants down and stroked his length through his parted thighs. He was silent but I could feel the tension brewing within him.

He was shirtless and I trailed my fingers down his back and parted his ass to caress him there. His hands were once flat against the floor but had drawn up to closed fists. I kissed the small of his back and the first cries escaped his lips.

“Much better,” I admitted.

“Yes, Sir.” His acknowledgment came out strangled and like a half grunt.

I kissed down his bottom, over each cheek, and wet the seam of his ass with my tongue. His pleas for more added to the music that I let fade into the background. His puckered hole was teased and probed lightly with the tip of my tongue before I worked it with my finger. My other hand was busy keeping him on edge while I stroked him.

I slid one finger inside, working him over from both the front and back. I found his spot easily and teased it. He shuddered and tried to run from me. I gripped him tighter and pumped my hand around him.

“Sir!” His voice was loud and demanding of my attention. He knew how I felt about that.

I gripped him tighter and he winced. I was in control and he better remember that.

“Sorry, Sir.” He whispered.

“Again.”

“S—Sir, I’m sorry.” He squeaked.

I loosened my grip and though it’d hurt him a bit, he was harder now than before. My poor boy liked when I corrected his bad habits. I added another finger inside him and his head raised as he groaned loudly.

“God yes!” He moaned. “I’ve missed you all day, Sir. I’ve needed you.”

“Yeah?” I asked. More so just to hear it again.

“Yes. I really did. After pleasing you earlier, I couldn’t get it out of my head. It was so hot. And knowing that woman watched us… Oh god, yes!”

I hit his spot repeatedly with my fingers. He quivered and shook in my hands. My poor boy would come soon.

“Imagine how I felt. I could still feel your mouth on me as I went about my day. You sucked me damn good, boy.”

“Please, oh please, can I come?” He asked.

“Yes.” I withdrew my fingers from his ass and let go of his dripping cock.

That didn’t stop the horny sub from shooting his seed across my floor. I smiled and watched as he convulsed. He tried to regain his position but was too busy soiling the entrance way. I waited for him to finish before I said anything.

“Boy…”

“Yes, Sir… I know. I’ll clean it. Just…” He panted and fought for control over his body.

That control belonged to me. I gripped him by the neck, stood up, and pulled him to his feet. He staggered but tried to focus on me.

“Yes, Sir?”

His eyes were glazed over and he was still out of sorts.

I kissed his mouth taking his lips between mine. He whined and held onto me with all his might. I pulled from his lips and smacked his face firmly.

“Wake up, baby,” I said before caressing the warm skin along his jaw.

“Yes…”

I kissed his neck and across his chest. “Clean this hallway and then go take a shower. When you come back, I expect you to suck me while I eat my dinner. Understood?”

He nodded his head and I gripped his neck tighter. His eyes became even more unfocused and my dick twitched.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.”

I lowered him back to the floor and walked away. I looked over the meal that he’d cooked. Veal smothered in mushrooms and gravy, mash potatoes, and grilled peppers were on the stove. A freshly made salad was on the counter and made me salivate. My boy had outdone himself to tonight. I may actually let him taste something other than me since he’d gone through all of the trouble. I heard the shower come on and smiled. Or maybe not. Poor, poor, boy.

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1.16.2017: Garage Rush

on January 16, 2017September 15, 2017 By Jade Royal 15 Comments

Inspired by Masturbation Monday

Garage Rush

“I don’t have much time.”

“It won’t take me long.” He said as he unzipped my fly and freed my dick.

“But…”

“Hush, boy. I know what I’m doing. If you’re anything like last night, it shouldn’t take you long at all to get me off.”

I’d called him and told him that I needed a fix. Either he could tend to the swollen pecker or I would.

“Yes, Sir.” He lowered to the ground and sucked me into his mouth immediately.

I whistled. That was good. Real good. I looked around the garage for any onlookers but there weren’t any. It was usually scarce around this time. The last thing I needed was for someone to walk up and ask me about something work related while I was trying to get off.

I was beyond ready. I’d suffered through two meetings and some interviews with the stiffest of hard-ons. I’d given him 10 minutes to get here to drain the problem before I handled it myself. He worked nearby and got here in 5.

As long as he’d been my submissive, I’ve only jerked myself off when he was unavailable. He hated it. He told me that getting me off was his job and no one else’s. It was a territorial statement and made me harder as I thought about it.

I put my hand behind the back of his head pressing more of my dick into his mouth. He wasn’t prepared for the extra length just yet so he gagged and I released him. He took a second to breathe while he pumped his fist around my shaft. He looked up at me and I stared down into his beautiful browns.

“Let’s go, boy. I don’t have all day either.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He sucked on the very tip of me before he pulled my entire length into his mouth. This time when I grabbed his head, he adjusted his body going higher on his knees to swallow my erection.

“Fuck!”

I continuously fucked his mouth. In, out, deeper, faster… His mouth was the perfect remedy. Hot, wet, and his throat was just the right amount of deep. The spasm worked its way up my leg until it registered in my groin. It was time.

“Hold on tight, boy.” I hissed.

His mouth tightened around me and he used his fist to stroke the part of my dick that didn’t fit into his mouth. He used his other hand to massage my sac until I shot off in his mouth. He swallowed every drop, milking me dry. I stumbled backward watching the excitement on his face. The little fucker was proud of himself.

“Clean yourself up and get on out of here,” I said while panting.

He licked his lips and stood up. He dusted the debris from his pants and fixed his shirt. He walked over to me and waited for his reward. I chuckled.

“How do you know if I want your nasty mouth on mine?” I joked.

He smiled and ran his hand over my chest. “You like the different things that my ‘nasty mouth’ can do. Kissing has to be on the list.”

I righted my clothes and put both hands on either side of his face before kissing him hard. He grabbed my shirt, fisting it tight. He would be riled up but I’d have to deal with it tonight.

When I pulled away he hummed and smiled before licking his lips. “Thank you.”

I nodded and let him go. “I’ll see you tonight boy.”

He smiled harder and scurried over to his car. He got in, started it, and pulled off in record time. My phone beeped and I pulled it from my pocket.

Him: There was a woman watching us. I saw her when I pulled off. Blue car to your right.

I turned around to see that car pulling off in the direction that he’d left. I smiled and texted back.

Me: I guess you gave her one hell of a show.

Him: lol Later.

I looked at my clothes to make sure I was still decent and then headed back inside to finish my boring work day ahead. The shit that had just occurred in the past 7 minutes had been the highlight of my workday. It gave me something to look forward to since I planned to take my time later when I saw him again. And that would set the mood for my night.

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1.12.2017: One Night (Part 2)

on January 12, 2017February 9, 2017 By Jade Royal

This is Part 2. Part 1 can be found HERE!

One Night (Part 2)

She awakened to me tying her wrists to the bed posts. Her feet were already tied to the edges of the bed. Her eyes widened when she realized what I was doing.

“One night…” I reminded her. “I don’t have time to waste.”

“But…”

“No… buts.”

She closed her mouth but I could still see the questions forming in her head.

I leaned down and sucked her nipples and she arched into my mouth. I kissed down her body and stopped when I got to her heat. I slid my fingers through her folds to find her ready for more. I groaned my approval. She’d be even more fun than I thought.

“I want to hurt you,” I admitted.

I took the belt from around my waist and stood between her legs. Fear changed her expression. That same fear fueled my desire. I wanted to torture her into needing the pain. She would, I was sure of it. It just needed to be executed properly.

I grabbed her vibe that I’d found and turned it on low. Slowly, I teased her with it until her body came alive. Her skin fevered and she anticipated every move. She didn’t know what I was up to. It scared and intrigued her.

When she was close to her orgasm, I left the vibe deeply seated inside her and used the leather belt to spank her clit and thighs. Her eyes widened and it pulled her back from the edge. I saw the tears pooling and it only encouraged the sadist.

“Good girl.”

“It hurts.” She whined.

“Good…”

I turned the vibe on and continued fucking her. I saw the surprise on her face at how much she enjoyed the sensations. She relaxed into it, letting the orgasm build again. She reached the height of need that would normally result in an orgasm. I gripped her thighs that still burned from the belt and she hissed. The tears spilled from her eyes but with the vibe inside her body still responded.

I fucked her harder until she was on the edge once again. Her sensitive clit was spanked along with her thighs. They were marked and her cunt was reddened from the discipline. I continued stroking her while gripping her sore thighs. She cried but her body bucked.

“What are you doing to me?!” She screamed.

I kissed her thighs and the top of her mound before driving the vibe in deep and fast. The spasms took over and she lost control once again. I gripped her thigh and she came hard!

Noticing the way her body seemed to arch for more, I gave it to her. The orgasms rolled over her until she was completely exhausted. I wanted more. I lowered my head and kissed her clit until it responded. It swelled in my mouth engorged with a thumping desire.

“I can’t” She mumbled.

“You can and you will.”

I worked her body until it came alive all over again. She was too weak to fight and it only urged me on further. I kissed up her body and sucked her nipples until they too were tender. I inserted the vibe and slowly worked her sore pussy. Her moans were accompanied by tears of defeat and I loved every bit of it.

“It hurts.” She whined.

“I know baby… I told you it would.”

“But…”

I withdrew the vibe from her needy cunt and placed it on her clit. The first spasm shook her so intensely that she shook the bed.

“It… hurts…”

A spasm rolled through my groin and I knew I was close. No stimulation. No accompaniment. I would come from her demise. I’d make sure of it.

“Yeah… it does.”

I pressed the vibe against her clit and her hips bucked against it over and over again until she screamed from the forced orgasm. Her scream set off my own orgasm and I the world shifted, froze and everything grew quiet as I drifted. I lowered my head to her stomach and let the endorphins take over. Her body was in shock jerking lightly. Sated. I sighed letting myself float even more.

***

I woke to hear her breathing lightly in a deep slumber. I stretched my body regaining feeling and function. I stood slowly and walked to get water and something to wake my brain.

Finding water and a Mr. Goodbar, I went back to the bedroom. I unhooked her hands and feet before cuddling up to her. I kissed her lips until she kissed me back. I chuckled and kissed her one final time.

“I need you hydrated, baby girl.”

She struggled to sit up and I helped her. She leaned in for another kiss and I obliged. She drank and I fed her chocolate from my mouth to give me more reasons to kiss her. She moaned and I looked at the clock. It was going on 2 a.m. and I needed to decide when “tonight” would end. I nibbled her chin and she relaxed into my hold.

“You hurt me.” She whispered.

“Yes and I fucking loved it,” I responded between kisses to her body.

“I’m glad that you did.” She sighed and I knew her body was reawakening. Her hands were fisting my shirt and it pleased me that she was ready again. She would be sore come morning.

“I’m glad that you did too.” I moaned.

“But I didn’t.”

“Oh, but you did.”

“What are you doing to me?”

“You have no fucking idea how much more I am going to do to you.”

“But…”

“Shhhh….” I hushed her but the smile on my face was even more sadistic than the last time. I didn’t know if there was enough time to satisfy my itch. Maybe one night wasn’t enough… FUCK!

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1.9.2017: One Night (Part 1)

on January 9, 2017January 9, 2017 By Jade Royal 5 Comments

Inspired by Masturbation Monday

This is Part 1. Part 2 will be released on 1/12/2017 for #DirtyFantasyThursday HERE. Stay tuned…

One Night

“One night. That’s all I wan .”

“What if I say no?”

“Then I’ll respect it.”

“What if I want more?”

“That can’t happen. We both know why.” I looked at her waiting for her to turn down my proposal. It was fucking insane but I had to get her out of my system. It wasn’t one of those obsessive kinds of things.

Occasionally, she would say or do things that made me want to fuck reason into her. Yesterday had been one of those days. Everything that she said was foolish and were signs of her lack of faith in herself. She was brilliant in her own right but insecurities keep her from flourishing. But she could be timid… and today was one of those days.

“I don’t know.” She mumbled.

“That means no. You need to be sure. I’m headed home.” I stood and grabbed my empty water bottle from the end table.

On my way to the door, I chucked it into the trash. Was I disappointed? Yes, I was. Not in her but that I wouldn’t be able to scratch my itch. Her and I? We’d stay professional when our paths crossed again. I wouldn’t bring it back up.

“Wait!” There was still confusion in her voice.

I paused but didn’t turn towards her. I wasn’t into playing games. “Yes?”

“Don’t leave.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want you to go.”

“Give me a reason.”

“But…”

“Give me a reason to stay and I will.” I turned toward her and looked her dead on. I folded my arms waiting for her to prove me wrong.

“I want you.”

“To?”

She whined and then huffed. “Don’t make me say it.”

“Why not? If you want it, you should have no qualms about saying it.”

She looked at the floor searching for strength that I already knew she possessed.

“I want to give us one night.”

“You can do better, baby girl.”

“Fuck me…” She mumbled.

I raised my eyebrow. “Do what?”

“Fuck me, please.” This time her voice held more confidence.

I walked over to her but stopped within arm’s reach. “Show me that you want it.”

She hesitated. “How?”

“Show me that you truly want it.” I walked around her until I was closely behind her. “Is she wet?”

She whined and nodded. “Yes.”

“Show me.”

I breathed on the back of her neck and she gasped. She was frozen momentarily and I nibbled her ear. “Now, girl.”

She removed her clothing quickly. When she bent over to remove her pants and panties, I smelled her need. It was going to take a lot more control than I thought not to take her right away. She turned toward me and then immediately began to back away.

“Where… are you… going?” I walked towards her slowly.

“You look like you want to hurt me.” Her actions seemed fearful but her eyes and the way she nervously licked her lips told me that there was anticipation mixed in as well.

“I do want to hurt you,” I admitted.

She fell backward onto the bed and groaned. I smiled and continued my advance onto her. I stopped at the foot of the bed. She was breathtaking.

“Show me.”

She opened her legs and I could see her glistening and she hadn’t even parted her folds. She squirmed and it only pulled me further under her spell.

“More…” I could barely recognize my own voice it was so low.

She slid her fingers over her sex teasingly. Her fingers slid up and down her slit easily. She spread her pussy lips and stroked her clit slowly. Her fingers were coated in her juices and my mouth watered. She dipped one finger inside of her and arched her back when she moaned. Her other hand was playing with her nipple teasing it until the peak was hardened from stimulation.

I pulled the chair over to the foot of the bed and sat down. She watched me, watching her and it seemed to feed her arousal. Her fingers moved around her clit while she moved her hips to the same rhythm. I stood up and leaned closer to pull her body to the edge of the bed. Her fingers froze when she realized what I was doing. I sat down and put each of her feet on the arms of the chair with her ass on the edge of the bed. She was open to my perusal.

“Continue, baby girl.”

She was nervous now. No more teasing. She knew that this was real and there was no backing out. Well…

“You have a safe word if you need it.”

“You mean, ‘red’?”

“That’s exactly what I mean.”

She hesitated for a moment longer than I wanted so I leaned forward taking a long lick of her. She cried out and I held her thighs still as I delved in further. Fuck she was delicious. I sucked her clit into my mouth and let my tongue do the rest. I flicked it, caressed it, and even flattened my tongue against her while adding a bit of pressure before sucking her again.

“Please!” She begged.

I pulled back and waited for her to resume her play. “Finish what you started.”

Her body shivered and I knew it wasn’t because of the temperature in here. I smacked her thigh and she gasped. She went back to her original task of pleasing that pretty pussy of hers.

She was a beautiful sight to take in as she pleased herself. Her fingers were coated with her desire and the more she teased, more of her became saturated with her passion. She penetrated her sex with her fingers taking her closer to the edge. I leaned forward and kissed her thighs while sliding my fingers closer to her heat.

While her fingers were inside, I inserted two of mine. When she withdrew, her fingers I went deeper. Then I withdrew and her fingers replaced mine. We continued until she was so close to the edge of bliss that she was breathless and pleading. She wanted more. She wanted to come.

“Please… Please… Please…”

I withdrew her fingers and added a third of mine. She was nice and wet. Ready. Primed. I lowered my head and took her into my mouth again. Her hands were in my hair and I growled. She pulled away and I looked up at her.

“Don’t touch me.”

“But…”

I lowered my head and she moaned loudly. Her hands fisted the sheets while I worked her over with my mouth and fingers. Her body shook and I knew she was close. I leaned up again and looked at her until her eyes met mine.

“You don’t have permission to come.”

“What?!”

Back to my assertions on her body. I amped up the movements of my fingers and my assault on her clit with my tongue grew lazily and long. She loved it.

“Pleaaaaaaaaaaaase!”

I tuned her out and focused on her building orgasm. I curled my fingers finding her g-spot and tapped it rhythmically. Her quieting murmurs were full blown cries of pleasure that echoed throughout the room. She moved her hips against my face and bucked hard.

“Noooooooo! Please…. Please… Please…”

She inched away from me and I crawled after her not releasing her from my mouth and fingers. I could hear the tears in her pleas. She needed this and I planned to make her work for it. Work just as hard as it had taken me to keep from fucking her every time that she bated me into a frustrated mess.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs and held her in place while I exerted my renewed frustrations with her. Her hands found my hair and she pushed my head away. It’s not that she didn’t want it. It was quite the opposite. But she was a good girl and she wanted to please me. I growled loudly at her and she shook hard as she fought the orgasm that was taking control of her. Her hands fisted my hair instead and pulled me to her body. She was succumbing to my desires and had no clue. I wanted her to break the rules. It gave me another reason to punish her.

She screamed her release and I held her giving her false security. She relaxed against me as the sensations took over. Sated she drifted… She had no idea that I was just getting started.

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1.2.2017: Does She Know?

on January 2, 2017September 15, 2017 By Jade Royal 6 Comments

Inspired by Masturbation Monday

Does She Know?

Her legs were over my shoulders and my face was buried deep inside her cunt. Every woman has her own distinctive taste and M’lady, well… hers was delicious. I don’t know if it was a result of her diet or how she took care of herself. Hell, it didn’t matter. Whatever it is that she’s doing, she needs to continue. I hummed when she gripped my shoulders digging her nails into my skin.

“Fingers…” She instructed.

She was wet. Fuck! My fingers slid inside of her easily and I knew just where to go. I arched my fingers but let the tips of them move back and forth drumming along her sweet spot.

“Uuuuuuh!” She moaned.

I continued sucking on her clit while fingering her sweetness. I was rock hard and she hadn’t done anything to me. Her excitement and arousal were enough. I did want to penetrate her with my shaft but I’d still die a happy man if she’d cum on my fingers and in my mouth.

Firm fingers gripped my hair and she pushed my head closer to her body. I couldn’t breathe but I didn’t give a fuck. I withdrew my fingers and then rotated them upwards to change the sensation.

“Yeeeeeeeeeeeeees!!!”

She bucked against my face and I knew she was coming. She gripped my shoulders tighter arching and flexing her hips into my mouth. My tongue stroked paths along her clit as I sucked. I’d written my name there a thousand times and I’d do it a thousand more if that’s what it took. She cried out and then screamed as she tipped the orgasmic scale.

She released me as her body succumbed into the sensations. I panted and kissed along her thighs until she was once again calm. She jumped down from the dresser and I caught her. She was still unsteady but seemed to have an agenda. She pushed against me until I fell back onto the bed. She crawled up my body and kissed me. It was rough and she was laying claim. She took my lips and I knew that she could taste herself. It seemed to make her even wilder and that shit was like gasoline to my fire.

Her hands rubbed along my body until she reached my erection. She stroked me with a firm grip and my hips arched into her hand. I couldn’t focus on her kisses and her hands. It required more air than I had. I pulled away panting and trying to regain control of myself but she didn’t allow me to go far.

“You liked sticking your face in my snatch, didn’t you?” She licked her lips and I moaned. She was teasing.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Her hand moved faster and I gasped. I turned my head to breathe into her neck but she was already lowering her head to the tip of my cock. I couldn’t watch. I closed my eyes and felt her hot mouth wrapped around me. She pulled me deep into her mouth and then used her hand to stroke the length of me that wouldn’t fit. Her hand moved from her lips down to the base of my shaft while she sucked and licked me. I wanted to slam more of it down her throat but I knew that would result in being disciplined.

I wanted more from her than these small sessions every other week. I wanted her collar around my neck as I satisfied every sexual fantasy that she creates. I knew I was hers but did she understand the extent of my feelings? When she pleased me this way all I could think about was whether it was enough for her too.

M’lady swallowed me and my head shot up off the bed. I was suspended there and I couldn’t breathe. Hot, tight, pulsing… Beads of sweat covered my forehead and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. A single finger slid back and toyed with the crinkled opening of my ass. I gripped the sheets and fought harder than I ever had before to speak. I needed to ask permission but…

“Mistress!”

Her finger penetrated me and I came hard. Stars lit up behind my eyes, shooting across the darkness. I don’t know how long it lasted, but when it ended I was spent. M’lady made her way back up my body and kissed my lips. She deepened the kiss and I could taste the semen that was still on her tongue. Never had she kissed me without swallowing everything. The kiss was slow and sensual, almost as if she was giving me a chance to get used to it. I tasted more of her than me and the mixture of the two of us along our tongues was intoxicating.

She pulled away first and kissed my neck. “You’re fucking delectable.”

I smiled, warmed at her words. “Yes, Mistress. Thank you.”

Her hand moved up to my neck and she gripped the base of it waiting for my reaction. I looked into her eyes as my breathing slowed. I trusted her. She knew when enough was enough. She bit my ear and then kissed my lips.

“Fucking spectacular.”

I blushed but watched her. She exhaled and then sat up on the edge of the bed. She was withdrawing and I wasn’t ready for that. Please no… I slid to the floor and kneeled at her feet humbling myself. I didn’t speak and neither did she.

After a bit, she began playing in my hair and I rested my head on her knee content. The silence stretched on but I enjoyed every second that she gave me. Treasured each moment because I didn’t know when our time would be up. I hoped never.

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12.26.2016: Fuckin’ Christmas Gift

on December 26, 2016January 9, 2017 By Jade Royal 7 Comments

Inspired by Masturbation Monday

Fuckin’ Christmas Gift

I’ve watched Him all night talking to his colleagues and superiors at the company Christmas party. I should have been focused on meeting people and conversing but I was too distracted by him. He wore a navy blue cable knit cardigan, pale blue button down, and tan colored slacks. He had a way of making something more casual seem sophisticatedly sexy. Was it me or was it hot in here?

“Are you okay?” The woman to my right asked.

“Uh, yes. I just… I need something to drink. I’ll be right back.”

I walked to the bar and took the moment to try to get myself together. I sat on the seat that was closest to the end of the bar. I pulled out my compact to take a quick glimpse and wasn’t shocked to see the reddened hues in my complexion shining through.

Arms circled my waist and facial hair grazed my neck. I closed my eyes, relaxing into his embrace. Only one man had the ability to keep my libido sizzling and ready for more. He was the man I’d stared at all night. I lift my hand to his bearded face and stroked the soft hair.

“Did you order me a drink as well?” His voice was low and dangerously deep.

“I haven’t ordered anything, yet,” I confessed.

“He’s waiting for your order.” He kissed behind my earlobe and my toes curled.

Without opening my eyes, I responded. “Guinness black and a Christmas White Russian.”

“Water while you wait?” The bartender asked.

I opened my eyes but they felt heavy with lust. “Yes, please.”

The bartender placed a bottle of water on the counter and before I could accept it, He took it and began drinking. The entire time he held me in place against him. Half gone, he held it out to me. I took it but almost crushed the bottle to bits when his cool lips caressed my neck and then his tongue licked icy circles in the same spot. I pulled away and looked into his eyes pleading for him not to do this here.

Yes, the people here were mostly drunk and not paying attention to anything but it was too much. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted him to lose himself in me for as long as he wanted. I didn’t want to sound desperate for his affections but I was.

“Your drinks.” The bartender sat down the drinks in front of us and He tipped him graciously.

He pulled a barstool close to mine and sat so close that one of my legs was between his and I could feel the muscles in his thighs. His fingers lazily stroked just above my knee as he enjoyed his beer. I knew he loved the way that my legs felt in nylons so I’d worn the navy sweater dress he’d bought, tights, and chocolate boots. He was discussing something that his boss mentioned but I couldn’t focus with his fingers sliding up my thigh and back. Those lazy circles had grown persistent and wider, higher.

“Did you not like your drink?”

“Hmm?” I asked confused.

“Your drink. You haven’t touched it. Is there something wrong with it?” He flashed that side grin of his and I knew that he was deliberately making fun of me.

I lifted the glass and put the straw to my lips. I sipped the drink until the glass was empty. I placed it back on the counter and looked him head on. “I’m ready to leave, now.”

He chuckled and stood. He put out his hand and I accepted. I got down from the seat and the rush from the alcohol chose that moment to kick in and I stumbled towards him a bit. It wasn’t my first drink of the night, but it was the first one I’d ordered for myself and it was stronger than the others.

“Easy there.” He spoke for only my ears.

“Yes, Sir.” I lifted my head begging for a kiss with my eyes as they caressed the sight of his lips.

He chuckled. “You sure about that?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m sure.”

“Hold still.” He lifted my chin a bit higher and leaned into my lips. He pulled my top lip into both of his. He sucked and pulled at it before invading my mouth with his tongue. I lifted towards him for more but he pulled away and kissed my lips again.

“Let’s get you into bed, shall we?”

I nodded, unable to speak.

We left the party room of the hotel in a hurry and he didn’t acknowledge any of the voices that called after him. My vision blurred as he led the way to the car… Wait… He pressed the button to a nearby elevator and it opened immediately. He pulled me inside and against his chest as the door closed. He took my mouth hard and I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him in closer. The elevator dinged and he let go of me apprehensively. He pulled a key from his back pocket and lead us to room 604.

Inside, the door barely closed before he had me against the wall with my legs wrapped around his waist. He pulled my sweater up to my hips and he groaned at the material keeping him from being inside of me. I knew what would happen and I couldn’t let it. He’d ruined multiple pairs of tights this way. I pulled away from his mouth and pushed against his shoulders.

“If you let me down, I’ll take them off for you,” I whispered.

He growled. “I don’t want to let you down.” I felt his fingers curling inward. He was going to rip them.

“Please… I’ll be quick.”

He groaned and set me on my feet slowly. I inched away from him and then removed my boots and tights. He stepped towards me and I removed my panties as well. An animalistic noise rumbled from deep in his chest startling me. I don’t know why, but I ran.

He caught me quickly and pushed me onto the bed. I rolled onto my back just as he was climbing on. He pushed my legs open and leaned over me, capturing my hands and pinning them above my head. Shit! He used his other hand to unfasten his pants and free his thickness. Seconds later he was pushing inside me.

“Fuck!” I cried out.

He smacked the outside of my thigh and then pulled my hips closer to his. He was so deeply seated that I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. He paused to remove his sweater and shirt before pinning me again pumping his flesh into mine. He tried to move deeper and deeper inside of me each time that he withdrew. Hard, deep, and wild strokes. I cried out from the pain and pleasure getting lost as he branded me with his hips. My body shook as I tried to accept him. It was too much too fast and I couldn’t keep up.

The hand not holding my hands gripped the base of my neck near my shoulder. He leaned down and took my mouth while his tempo moved quicker. I whimpered. There was no way that I’d be able to walk after this. Sounds of arousal meeting stiffness echoed through the room indicating just how much I was enjoying his dominance over my body.

He grunted and shivered when I gripped him tighter inside me. He liked it, but the unexpected event threw him off. I waited until he was back on track before I did it again.

“Ooooh!” He responded.

Not easing up this time, I flexed around him continuously. His hold onto my wrists grew tighter and I knew I’d be bruised later. I knew he was close but instead of giving in, he lifted off me and flipped me onto my stomach.

“Hold on.” He growled.

I gripped the pillow just as he entered me again. He raised my ass up higher than my head and took refuge.

I gasped loudly. He was… My legs trembled as he hit the most delicious spot repeatedly. I tried to speak but the air was knocked from my lungs. His firm grip on my hips kept me from being able to pull away. I clawed at the pillows trying to run out of reach. I knew my attempts were feeble but…

My body vibrated and quaked while he pushed me closer and closer to the edge. There was nothing that I could do to stop the orgasm that was bound to drown me. I screamed and pleaded for something, anything, and everything.

“Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase!”

“You don’t think it’s so amusing when the tables are turned, do you? Do you?!”

“Nooooo!” I whined and the tears rolled down my face unashamed.

He smacked my ass repeatedly taking things up a notch. My eyes widened and I knew I was doomed. I couldn’t stop the waves threatening to take over and I for the love of god, I couldn’t remember if I could swim.

He grabbed my hair and pulled. My back arched into him and the pain was blinding. I screamed loud because it was the final straw, tipping me over into a world of ecstasy that he’d created.

I collapsed but he still moved inside of me seeking his own relief. The mattress helped to keep me in place as sought his relief, submitting to his will. Another soul wrenching orgasm geared up and I was too weak to hold it back. His mouth was beside my ear and he panted his desires there.

“So good! So… ah! Good… Baby… take me… fucking… oh! Take me.”

I nodded giving in to him. I couldn’t deprive him if I wanted to.

“Cum for me girl. Give me more as fuck you. You need this, don’t you?”

“Yes!” I begged for more. Was I insane? No, I was his. I always needed more of him.

“God da…” His words were strangled and he grunted hard before the wind was knocked from him.

His strokes became more focused yet short and shallow. He was coming and I rode that high as well. My grip on the pillow slipped from the tingling sensations and I came hard. He pulled me closer to him as he emptied his seed into my willing body.

Time stood still as I focused on keeping my heart into my chest. Breathing wasn’t something that I could manage without more spasms racking my body. He laid beside me and pulled me into his arms. Somehow, that made things easier. My eyes closed and I drifted to sleep.

Hours later, I woke to my nipples being savored by his mouth. I slid my hand through his hair and pulled his face to mine. I kissed him and he rolled me on top of him, not breaking the dance of our lips. He pulled off my sweater and already unhooked bra. He’d obviously been busy while I was asleep. His pants were no longer on his hips making us both fully naked. He lifted my hips and slowly I slid down onto his shaft.

“Ride me.” He commanded.

I placed my hands flat on his chest and began riding him slow.

“Good… good girl.” He moaned. His eyes closed and satisfaction was written all over his face. I beamed at being able to please my man and give him what he desired.

“Yes, Sir.”

His hands gripped my ass while I rode him harder. He lifted his body to reach mine and I moved my hands up to his shoulders. I held on as he controlled our movements. The steady trot became a gallop to meet his demands. This wasn’t about me but instead satisfying his needs. I held on tighter as it grew increasingly difficult to stay on pace. He held me still as he took over and rode me from underneath.

“Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir!”

“Hold on for me, girl. Just a little more.” He hissed when I tensed, gripping him tighter.

“Just like that… just like…” He moaned loud and it seemed to come from deep inside him as he released into me once again.

Feeling his release, I let go as well, collapsing on top of him.

“Fuck, girl!” He shouted. He then chuckled and sighed in relief. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

I smiled thinking that was the best gift I could have received. “Merry Christmas, Sir.”

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Fucking Writer’s Block

on November 10, 2016February 9, 2017 By Jade Royal

Fucking Writer’s Block

Writer’s block. I hated the bitch. She had a way of taking all of my creative energy and turning it into shit. Ideas that started off as genius turned into a cluster fuck of “umms” and “uhs”. I threw wadded up pieces of paper at the computer screens saying the hell with it all. I’d tried paper to pen, typing, and even fucking voice recording. None of it was helping. I read the screen and my anger inched higher on the go “fuck yourself” meter.

Editor: Get out and get some fresh air.

“Fuck you.” I barked at the screen.

I swirled around in circles as I warred with the stuck words in my brain. The fuckers just wouldn’t flow. I jumped up and paced the room becoming more anxious as I walked. Maybe fresh air wasn’t a bad idea. I looked at the time as midnight seemed to approach much quicker than I wanted. I needed to put something on paper to get to give them.

Something moved quickly down the hall and I peeked to see my wife carrying a basket of laundry to the wash room. I tilted my head when I noticed that she was wearing my favorite boy shorts. They cupped her ass just right teasing me. Only the bottom of her cheeks peeked out making my fingers inch to grab them.

Her hair was wet indicating that she’d recently showered. She was lethal right now. Clean, barely clothed, and I could smell the cherry lotion she always wore. My mouth watered as I thought about tasting her sweetness. No matter how long we’ve been together, she still made me ache for her like we’d just met. I just couldn’t get enough. I took my shirt and jeans off and threw them into the chair. If I needed a distraction, she was fucking it. No better way to make sex sell than to experience it.

I rounded the corner as she was putting clothes in the dryer. She was bent over and spread nicely for me. I walked behind her and positioned us just right for the deed. I rubbed my hardness against her softness and she moaned.

“Lyle, what are you doing?” She asked.

“If you can’t guess, you’ll find out soon.”

“You should be working. You have a book to sell.” She added. Her protests sounded sincere but her sultry voice told me that her interest was piqued.

“I have to write the book before I can sell it.” I slid my finger along the edges of her shorts and her objection was caught behind the whimper that was released.

“Lyle…”

“Yeah…” My voice was just as raspy as hers was lusty.

Jaye stood and put her hands against my chest to push me away but her attempt was feeble. “Go write.”

“I will when I’m done.”

I moved towards her and she backed away. I continued until she was against the wall with nowhere to go.

“Shit.” She swore under her breath.

“Damn right.”

I leaned forward kissing her neck at the same time that I lifted her thigh. She lifted her hand to my head holding me close to her. I flexed my hips toward her and she hissed. My patience was running thin. I wanted inside of her. I needed to lose myself into her to rid the demons that blocked the creativity. I wanted to pound my frustrations into her willing flesh. She had the power to heal me and I needed to take refuge.

I lifted her and she wrapped both of her legs around my waist. Her heat beaconed me to enjoy her wetness. I pulled the skin at her neck with my teeth and she groaned. Her fingernails raked my back and I shivered. She knew just how much I liked that. I slid my hand down to her pussy and I teased her through the drenched material covering her.

I kissed up her neck until I reached her ear. I pulled on it with my teeth and whispered into her ear.

“I need you, baby. Are you ready for me?”

“Yes!” She cried out.

“Good, girl.”

Using the wall to hold her up, I freed my erection. I pulled her shorts down her ass and over her hips. They rode her thighs but her cunt was available for the taking. I teased her folds with the tip of my erection until she rocked against me. Yeah, she wanted it too.

I inched inside of her and liquid heat welcomed me. I put one hand on the wall to brace our bodies. Damn she felt good. Her arms wrapped tighter around my neck when I withdrew from her.

“Noooooooo…” She begged.

I sighed in content. “Baby, I’m not going anywhere.”

I sheathed all of me inside of her in one upsweep.

“Ah! Yeeeeeeeeeeeeees!” She roared.

I lowered my hands to grip her thighs holding her in place while I moved in and out of her. Her body quenched my thirst as I fucked her into submission. She gripped me flexing her vaginal muscles and it was my turn to roar.

I growled contentment and she purred in response. The dance we’d perfected over time was in motion and we didn’t miss one beat. Needing to feel more of her, I slammed her hips into mine challenging her to take more.

“Oh, yes! Lyle, that feels soo… soo… sooo good!”

“Mhm…”

Sweat dripped down the center of my back and between her breasts, reminding me of how much I wanted to taste her. I turned and sat her on top of the dryer. I withdrew completely and disposed of both pairs of our bottoms. I lifted her legs putting them on my shoulders. Her hands held onto my head as I lowered it to taste her.

“Mmmmmm!!!”

I spread her wider giving me access to devour all of her. I French kissed her there until light shakes became thunderous tremors.

“Lyle, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!” She begged.

Lifting my head I found her lips. She kissed me eagerly, wanting the orgasm that I’d denied her. I inched my shaft inside and then out before slamming back home. Pulling her body closer to the edge of the dryer, I held back nothing. She arched into me and I went deeper. I pulled her hair exposing her neck. Kissing, nipping, biting and licking all of the exposed skin, I branded her mine once again. Her nails bit into my skin, piercing my back, marking me as hers.

“Jaye, so good. Perfect. Mine.”

“Yours! Mmm… Please!” She cried and pleaded at the same time.

“Come for me, baby!”

Jaye’s cunt gripped me tightly as she shattered. The firm hold pulled me right down the orgasmic tunnel with her. I growled loudly and grunted out my release. Fuck she was amazing.

Panting like we’d just completed a marathon, I rested my head on her shoulder. Her arms held her up but she shook from the effort. I pulled her into me and carried her to our bed, never disengaging from her. I fell backward onto the bed and she rested her head onto my chest enjoying me as much as I, her. I closed my eyes savoring the moment.

A flurry of scenes assaulted me. Ones I’d seen before but there was a new element. My eyes popped open and I was welcomed with darkness. I looked over to see the clock indicating that between sleep and the extracurricular, I’d been away from the writing lab for three and a half hours. The voices of characters yelling their stories to me grew louder.

Gingerly, I rolled Jaye onto the bed and kissed her beautiful face, disentangling from her. When I was finished writing, I’d be back for more of her loving. I hadn’t finished tasting her sweet body but when the voices called, I answered.

I sat at the desk and the computer came alive as if it knew of my arrival. The blank document stared at me and the cursor flashed insistently. My fingers began typing. The words flowed allowing me to finally create something more than anger. Three chapters later, I sent the unedited documents to my editor for feedback. Feeling great about the renewed energy, I closed the laptop and headed to the bedroom.

I climbed in bed and Jaye curled around me instinctively. Yes, this is where I belonged. I kissed her shoulder and she moaned lightly. Her scent enveloped me and I knew that she was in for a long night. I pulled one of her nipples into my mouth and she mewled.

“Again?” She asked barely alert.

“Yeah, again,” I confirmed.

“Yes, Sir.”

I growled and she shivered. Everything was going to be just fine as long as I had my muse. And she did a damned good job of inspiring.

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Elias Raven: Author & Poet: Book Tour

on October 25, 2016October 23, 2016 By Jade Royal 6 Comments

Elias Raven: BLOG TOUR

About the Elias Raven:

Elias Raven was born and raised in Los Angeles. He’s an avid reader with a lifelong passion for writing. He’s a storyteller, a poet and a talented musician with an amazing voice. Oh, and let’s not forget an amazing cook!

As a young boy, he spent many summers reading classics such as “The Adventures of Sherlock Homes” and “The White Company” by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. His creativity was constantly being pushed as he learned more and more about the world around him. His taste in literature spanned from classics to science fiction/fantasy. He expanded his taste devouring everything from William Blake to Milton, Dante, Baudelaire, Arthur Rimbaud, T.S. Elliot, Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, Khalil Gibran, William Carlos Williams, Ezra Pound, Paul Verlaine, Walt Whitman, Alan Ginsburg, Jack Kerouac, William Burroughs, Carl Sandburg, Dylan Thomas, and Jim Morrison. These inspirations and his sheer love for reading had him take pen to paper around the age of 20.

Did I mention he’s a Musician? …You can often find him playing his guitars (both electric and acoustic) and keyboards and singing (4 octave ranges) in his home studio. He’s a classically trained music aficionado -trained early on by Beethoven, Brahms, Mozart, Hayden, Liszt, as well as Big Band, Jazz and Rag Time. Spending time with his father at the Los Angeles Philharmonic; experiencing his first orchestra concert at the age of 9.

Elias the Gourmet Cook…Oh My!…His Japanese mother and grandmother trained him very well in fine culinary skills both in cooking and food appreciation from all over the world such as Italian, Indian, Moroccan, Thai, Japanese, Chinese, Korean, Hawaiian, Pilipino, Greek, and Polish.

When Elias is not reading, writing, composing music or cooking…he can be found listening to music, playing games, hanging out with his kids. He enjoys going to concerts, going on culinary adventures, sightseeing, spending the day at the beach or in the mountains…just doing something adventurous!

Book 2:

Cain: Rage of Angels

Release Date: October 25^th

Cover Designer: Jessica Hildreth

Genre: Paranormal Romance/Suspense

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SYNOPSIS:

Elias never saw it coming. The deception had been flawless. He had looked into the dark eyes of his half-brother Qaylin. The torrent of anger and rage rose from the dark abyss of his soul at what this bastard had done. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before or since… A million times a million Cains screamed across the Heavens. Their voices echoed in his head demanding the blood of the betrayer, Qaylin!

Elias knew it was time he stopped fighting from a position of weakness. He had to get up and take the fight to the enemy’s doorstep and he only had a small window of time to do so. He would have to strike while they thought he was beaten, then stand toe to toe against the forces of Hell itself. Somehow he had to even the odds and give him and his men a fighting chance to win. But his ancient enemies were powerful. It appeared as though the heavens had been eerily quiet as if the matters of men no longer mattered to the angelic host. It seemed Lucifer had full dominion over this mortal coil. If that was so, what chance did Elias and his men have against such an enemy?

“The Rage of Angels” is the explosive second book in the CAIN series.

The Words:

Excerpt (Unedited):

Elias~ I didn’t get it, it was like my brain at that moment had stopped functioning.

Like it was made of glass and had shattered into a million tiny fragments

of images and emotion painted across the television screen as I watched

the flames burn. My empire was on fire! G and Parker were dead! My mother

was bitter and my brother had just sliced me open from head to toe with

a katana of raw emotion playing me like Nero while Rome burned.

I screamed so loudly everyone in the house came running, beating on the

doors to the den. The tears exploded out of me like a fountain! I dropped

to my knees in front of my father, in front of the screen unable to comprehend

the ass kicking I was taking from this man.

My dad waited looking down at his hands, unable to even comprehend

but at the same time feeling everything. He was part of me after all.

My cell phone chimed as my mother and Khyentse calling over and over again

I slammed my fists into the floor until my hands started to bleed, but I didn’t care.

I wasn’t feeling it, I was pain, I was anger, I was the flame, my emotions, my feelings everything was a white-hot poker of anger.

I felt like a cyclone of rage as I stood up. I have never ever wanted to kill before,

but at that moment me… us… were all in unison. Qaylin was a dead man. I was going

to personally kill him and I was going to look him right in the eye when I did it

so he knew who did it, just like when he killed my father… Like when he killed me.

I was going to do it cold blooded too. I wasn’t going to use a sniper, I was going to fight him hand to hand, I was going to beat him, break him until he was a bloody mess

and still it wasn’t going to give me satisfaction… But at the same time, it was going to

feel oh so fucking good.

Book 1:

Cain: Sins of the Father

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Synopsis:

The Cain family has many secrets. The only son Elias, an alpha male and former rock star, has the “look” with a set of eyes and smile that will drop a girl’s panties at 10 yards. He is the heir apparent to the wealthiest family in the world and it’s now time for the transition of power. But some things never go as planned – especially for this family.

When Elias’ one true love Genevieve returns to his life, they start on a journey to unravel the twisted knot that has been laid before them. They enter the serpentine labyrinth of deceit and despair. Two worlds will collide and meet in the middle. Two men will vie for the love of one woman and to the victor will go her soul. There is no second place, and the very gates of heaven and hell will shake as these two gear up for the ultimate confrontation.

The distant past and the modern world will collide on a rocket ride of twisting emotions and imagery. Every story has a beginning, buckle up for this one.

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10.17.2016: Sadistic Masturbation

on October 17, 2016November 5, 2016 By Jade Royal 6 Comments

Inspired by Masturbation Monday

Bastard. Fucking Bastard. Sadist. Fucking Sadist. Damn it! Shit! Why?!

This torturous toy that She bought was buried deep inside. I wanted it out. Each orgasm was more intense than the last one and I couldn’t give her another. I didn’t want to disappoint her so getting it out was imperative.

“You’re losing focus, girl. Instead of focusing on me you’re focusing on that sore cunt of yours.”

I groaned because she was right. I am not a masochist and so inflicting pain was that much more intoxicating for her. I took what she gave and I enjoyed it because she did. I always feared it wouldn’t be enough, though.

“Play with that little pussy of yours for me. Make it want what I need.”

Another forced orgasm seized me and it hurt more than the last one. Tears rolled from the corners of my eyes in despair but there was something even more shocking. I liked being forced to come for her. It took away my control giving me the power of submission.

She increased the tempo of the bullet and another orgasm ripped free. She wasn’t finished.

“Play for me, girl.”

Cautiously, I lowered my hand, afraid that I’d break my pussy if I touched it. Gentle caresses earned me a “good girl” and inspired me to explore further. I spread my legs wide while stimulating my clit. It was sore and slower to respond but persistence paid off. I lift my hips in time to meet the down sweep of my fingers. It was wickedly refreshing and got my juices flowing nicely.

“Very good girl.” She praised.

“Thank you, My Lady,” I didn’t lose focus on the goal.

I just needed redirection and I’m glad I listened. Glad that I was primed once again. It felt amazing to have my body in such a primal and orgasmic state that little tremors were constant. I knew this one would be monumental. My vaginal walls were already tightly gripping the vibe accepting the torture. I needed more.

One digit at a time, I deposited my fingers inside. My eyes grew wide accepting the magnified feelings. The heel of my hand rocked my clit while I moved my fingers back and forth inside. Yes! My reactions were purely instinctual and reflexive, short circuiting my mind into compliance. That rush of pure adrenaline let me know that it was time. I wanted to slow down the moment but that wasn’t my call. I embraced the sensations, letting it take control. I cried out loudly and covered my mouth in shame.

“Let me hear you, dear girl. Talk to me.”

By talk, she meant moan. She liked me vocal and I aimed to please.

I moved my hand from my mouth but tightened my legs around my hand bringing it deeper inside.

“Oh!”

My fingers moved the bullet back and forth, now coming into contact with it. Talk about a splendid feeling. The vibe moved faster and my body froze as spasms squeezed every nerve ending until my entire being pulsed in pain and pleasure. My eyes rolled backward and I screamed so loud that I felt the vibrations bounce off the wall and lick over me.

Tingling sensations numbed everything else out as I twitched like a fiend on the bed. I grabbed at the air but even my toes and fingers were cramped and tense. Puffs of air erupted from my lips as my body tried to regulate the convulsions. Finally, everything relaxed and I sank into the mattress.

She caressed my forehead moving wet tendrils of hair aside. I turned my head to lean into her caresses and my body groaned at the slight movement. Her fingers traced patterns over my torso and while it normally would arouse me, it helped to bring awareness back in place.

“Good, good girl. I’ll let you rest a bit before I torture that sweet pussy again.”

I opened my eyes to see her Sadistic smile. She wasn’t serious, right? Right?!

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Audrey Randall: Author

on October 17, 2016November 8, 2016 By Jade Royal 18 Comments

Let’s celebrate the Release of Audrey Randall’s book Playing Her Game!!!

Audrey’s Bio:

I’m just a girl who loves romance with heat in my books. From a young age, I used to sneak romance novels to read in the middle of the night. The more smut the better! When I’m not picturing men in kilts or preferably nothing at all, I like to read, watch movies, and eat as much ice cream as possible!

Feel free to contact me! I love to hear from my readers! 🙂

About Playing Her Game:

He’s burning up on this latest assignment…

Dante de la Vega is one of the hottest reporters in Mexico. He’s got it all. The looks, the talent, and the bullet wounds to prove his street cred. So, to a man used to covering the most dangerous drug cartels in Mexico, being sent to cover a video game tournament seems trivial. That was until he stumbled upon Stephanie Stevens, known as Star Fury in The Celestial Prophesy, playing Pokémon GO in the bushes. She may have looked crazy to the rest of the world as she swiped at her phone screen, but he saw his North Star. Luckily, he knew that she liked what she saw when she finally looked up at him. Now, he’ll do anything in his power to make her see that they should collide- even if that means playing up the Latin lover stereotype, no matter what the truth really is.

Karma is a bitch…

Steph, known as Star Fury, is on a mission to regain her title as a top pro player in The Celestial Prophesy. When she broke her wrists before the regional competition, she guilt-tripped her twin sister, Aimee, to fill in for her. However, karma is a bitch that bit her in the butt. During the regional competition, Aimee scored for the other team and played so poorly that the press is wondering if Steph Stevens has lost her luster.

She can’t afford to burn out…

Steph can’t afford to be distracted during the North American Tournament. She needs to perform or her career will supernova. But, the stars are not aligning and things seem to be crashing down as she deals with more injuries, bloodthirsty competitors, and a hot Latin lover who sets her body ablaze. The question will be can Dante be her Jedi knight or will he just be a distracting Casanova?

Caution: This scorching hot short story makes the Sun feel cold. If you love video games and hot Latin men, then this one is for you! It is a complete story with a happily ever after! Just so you know, there’s a lot of SIZZLING scenes. Enjoy if you’re 18+.

More books by Audrey Randall:

Book 1:

Playing His Game

Amazon: Buy

Book 2:

Playing Her Game

Amazon: Buy

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Poor Boy

Inspired by Masturbation Monday

Garage Rush

***This is Part 2. Part 1 can be found HERE!***

One Night (Part 2)

Inspired by Masturbation Monday

***This is Part 1. Part 2 will be released on 1/12/2017 for #DirtyFantasyThursday HERE. Stay tuned…***

One Night

Inspired by Masturbation Monday

Does She Know?

Inspired by Masturbation Monday

Fuckin’ Christmas Gift

Fucking Writer’s Block

Elias Raven: BLOG TOUR

About the Elias Raven:

Book 2:

Cain: Rage of Angels

Release Date: October 25th

SYNOPSIS:

The Words:

Excerpt (Unedited):

Book 1:

Cain: Sins of the Father

Synopsis:

Ready to Stalk the WORDS of Elias? Here let me help!

Inspired by Masturbation Monday

Let’s celebrate the Release of Audrey Randall’s book Playing Her Game!!!

Audrey’s Bio:

About Playing Her Game:

More books by Audrey Randall:

Ready to Stalk the WORDS of Audrey? Here let me help!

This is Part 2. Part 1 can be found HERE!

This is Part 1. Part 2 will be released on 1/12/2017 for #DirtyFantasyThursday HERE. Stay tuned…

Release Date: October 25^th