I'm so crazy excited! My debut novel Dominant Business - An LGBT Submissive Romance is now on sale on Amazon.
I never thought I'd ever see a book published and now I'm reading reviews on Blogs and from people who have read my book and I'm seriously floored at the outpouring of praise.
There have been many people over the past few years who have pushed me to finally try to publish my manuscript even when I didn't believe I could do it. All I can say is Thank you to those who did. I also want to say to those who are in the place I was before all of this happened, You can do it too!
There aren't words to describe how I'm feeling right now! Elation and Excitement barely touch the surface!
Take a few minutes to check out the reviews on Goodreads and help me enjoy the success!
Warning: NSFW Content
The downpour seemed like it would never cease as the warm spring air wafted through the city streets. We dash happily holding hands through the streets, splashing through puddles on the way. Stopping in a doorway as a heavy downpour slides through the streets, we catch a glimpse of each others eyes and slowly drift towards each other. The connection, the magnetism between us pulls us closer till our wet faces are connected in a deep loving embrace.
The splashes and drops of water do everything to distract us from each other but fail as our lips lock and our tongues dance together. Our bodies pressing together, the desire noticeably building between us as we move to the fluid embrace of our kiss.
Finally, the squall passes and a light spot in the downpour offers us a small window of reprieve. Only a few blocks from home we run through the streets, caring little for the wet rain in our way. Finally reaching the door way, I shield you as best as I can while you unlock the door.
Giggling at the timing and the fact that we are both soaking wet, we almost stumble over each other trying to get out of the rain. Our soaked clothes hang from our bodies, water dripping from our hair as our eyes catch each other in a powerful embrace.
I lean in and lightly lick the rain drops from your lips. Your hand rises up to my head and holds me close as your mouth opens and catches mine. Again, we press close to each other, our wet clothes mildly cold between our quickly warming bodies.
My hands caresses your sides, pulling the wet shirt away from your skin. The thick resistance of soaked fabric clinging to drenched skin gives the movement a profound sense of victory as it relents and pulls away. Your skin, moist and clammy quickly warms to my touch as I pull you closer to me, kissing you even more deeply.
My hand works its way to the front of your shirt, caressing the edges of your lacy bra, following the strong curve to the top. Pushing the wet shirt away, my hand follows the flowing roll inside the curve of your cleavage.
Your hand dives urgently, work the snaps of my slacks, eager to get me out of them or get into them, it’s hard for me to tell. I let out a throaty moan as I continue to kiss you, my hands enjoying the slickness of your body, slowly, gently enjoying each inch of its moist texture.
I break our embrace and pull away with a sly, grin; my eyes squinted like a cat focusing on a tasty prey. I take your hand and slowly guide you towards the back door, the patio door is covered in water as the downpour continues outside.
Opening the door, I playfully pull you out into the rain. You hesitate for a moment, but the grin on my face convinces you to follow me. The rain washes over us, its wetness cool on our skin compared to the body heat between us.
I guide you over to the rail and press you against it, facing out towards the view before us. The dark storm clouds have a greenish blue tint to them. The constant flow of rain ebbs and flows from heavy to light.
I pull the drenched fabric from your body and toss it onto the deck behind me. My mouth licking and kissing at your neck and shoulders as my hands play with the fullness of your breasts held captive by your soft bra. Sliding the straps off your shoulder with my mouth, I let the cups hang free with the weight of your breasts.
My cup you, caressing your erect nipples, feeling them stand up at my touch. One hand leaves your breast unattended, drifting along your clenching belly. The hem of your pants greets it as I work past it. Greeted by the silky-smooth apex of your thighs, my fingers seek out your velvety rose petals.
I’m assaulting your body from all side, as my hand kneads your pliant flesh, and my mouth licks the outline of your ear. My body pressed hard against yours with my hand pulling you back into me. You feel the tight beads of my nipples, own breasts cool with drenched fabric but protruding with need underneath; mash against your back as rain cascades between us.
Unable to take anymore, you turn on me. You push me back towards the waiting deck chair and start to urgently working my pants again. A hand slides the fabric down my thighs, as the other takes the fullness of me in your palm. I feel your cool wet hand against my feverish folds.
I’m gasping in response, my legs spread as you press into my mouth with a lustful kiss.
Streams of water continue to flow down our bodies as more and more skin is exposed. Continuing to stroke and tease me, your thumb finds my sensitive pearl.
You drop to your knees, guiding my pants from my legs and off of my feet, leaving me half naked. Kneeling on the deck with your pants halfway down your thighs, you push my thighs aside, your nose nudging my erect button.
I gasp as your tongue slides over me, scorching pleasure ripples through my body like electricity. Pushing against me, your mouth purses around my erect flesh, my lips swell in response.
Your tongue teases me as I spread for you. Your lips close around the edges and I moan in pleasure, water washing over my face. You continue to suck and lick hungrily until I reach down and unsnap your bra, letting if fall from your chest.
I guide you to stand before me, I pull your drenched jeans off of your legs until you are standing before me naked. You return the favor by pulling my drenched shirt from my chest, exposing pert naked breasts. Drops of water bead on my tight-rosy buds.
Urging you to me, helping you settle your legs on either side of my hips and I slowly guide your hips over me. Caressing your lips with my fingers, I brush your swollen flesh a few times, enjoying the gasps and start of excitement that jump through your body. You stare down at me with hooded eyes, anticipation and desire fill your gaze.
You settle onto my laps as I press up into you. Needy fingers find their place between my thighs. Our shared moans lost to the growl of thunder above. You lean in and kiss me, our lips dance until finally we open our mouths and allow our tongues to dance free.
Back and forth, in and out they circle each other as our bodies start to slowly move together, one finger then two, they push inside you caressing your sensitive walls.
Your hips start to thrust against me, mine against you. Our breasts brush each other, their slick suppleness adding to the growing heat between us.
Water cascades over us as we move in a symphony of emotion and sensation, our hands caressing wet skin, our tongues dancing a sweet tango with each other and our hips totally in sync building the desire inside of us.
You begin to grind harder and harder on against my hand, pushing me deeper and deeper inside you, your mouth breaking the embrace and kissing its way to my ears. Water flows down your face as you run your tongue over my wet ears, nibbling lightly on my lobe as your insides clench to pull my fingers deeper.
Losing focus, your body coming off faster, feeling the need and desire so strong between us, I slow my pace and slowly lift you off of me until your standing in front of me again. I take you by the hand and walk you back over to the railing, looking out over the wondrous view.
Hands on the railing, I slide up behind you. My hips against your butt, my hand trails over your hip. I pull you back against me as my fingers caress your lips.
You clench against the rail as you feel my fingers curl up and roughly push inside you, my hips holding you firm against my assault. You moan loudly from deep within your body as your hands push against the railing, pushing yourself into me, grinding against me, forcing me as deep as possible into you.
My fingers thrust hard and deep until I find what I’m looking for that small rough patch inside that holds all of your secrets. I cherishing the feeling of your insides as they clench desperately around me. Slowly I pick up the tempo, again and again I press between your lips with my fingers.
The slick sound of our bodies colliding becomes almost rhythmic with the moans from your throat, which begin to slowly turn into groans and almost screams of pleasure.
The torrent forgotten at this point, it’s warm shower merely another sensation for our bodies to add to the wonder of our animalistic desire for each other. You lean into the rail more, your head down as your cries of desire echo from the balcony.
Grinding harder and harder back into my hand, I have you on the edge now. My palm rubbing your erect pearl rhythmically with your moans feeling it like a bullet against my hand.
Without warning your cries go from erratic gasps to a long drawn out cry of pleasure. I feel your insides clench around me as I continue to thrust deep and fast into you. Your back arches against me. My hand cups your breast, the sensitive peaks kissing my palm.
Your body shakes through the orgasm, the power of desire shooting deep through you.
Our bodies continue to move and slide with each other as I lean in and hold you, my head resting on your wet back, hands holding your weak body up under my weight.