New Release – Measure for Measure – Only 99 Cents!


New Release – Measure for Measure – Only 99 Cents! Click the book for the link or  click here

What’s a girl to do when faced with three years of jail time or one night with a sensual dominant?  Submit of course.   Isabella Court didn’t think that one night with with her boss, Duke Vincentio would be as bad as going to jail.  What she didn’t plan on was the lust the arrogant mogul ignited in her.  One night, no jail. What’s the worse that could happen?

 

New BDSM Release

Measure for Measure

 

Chasing Nickels Around Dollar Signs by Nevea Lane

New Release! Get Ready To Chase Nickels…


 

Chasing Nickels Around Dollar Signs

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Are you ready for a little treat?  This inexpensive little treat will definitely get you revved and ready.  Are you ready for a little heat to start your summer off just right?

I know, enough with the questions right? (See what I did there *smirk*) The tax season is finally over and we all get a little punch drunk and woozy during those times.  Let’s face it,  working into all hours of the night, your mind tends to run away with you.  You never know what may happen once your brain is fogged.

Take Sasha Nickels for example.  She works hard and well…take a peek ~

The April tax deadline is fast approaching for Sasha Nickels, and the last thing she needs is an unannounced visit from her questionable client Cesar Parisi and his associate Sonny Amato.  Cesar and Sonny are two men who won’t take no for an answer. Obedience is expected.

When they show up unannounced on the busiest tax day of the year, she wants give them both a good piece of her mind.  However, Cesar and Sonny make it known they’ll take a piece of her mind, but they want her body as well…

Excerpt:

It was difficult to stand in their menacing presence one at a time, let alone both of them at the same time.  They both stood well over six feet, but Sonny had the advantage by an inch.   The stare down couldn’t last all night.  She moved to the side and pushed her hair behind her ears.  Keep it quick and simple, stick to the points, and don’t think about touching their hair.    Touching their hair was always on her mind, as Sonny’s hair was jet black and Mr. Parisi’s hair was a tussle of blonds and browns.  For the two years of their working relationship, she was more often tempted to touch their hair than their money. Clearing her throat, she motioned to the leather chairs in front of the desk.  She watched as they sat and noticed there wasn’t a briefcase between them.  What the hell is going on?

“So to what do I owe the pleasure of your presence, Mr. Parisi?”
Sasha walked to her desk, sat down, and folded her arms in front of her.
“Come on, Sasha.”  His voice dipped, and her name sounded like a melodic seduction rather than a greeting.  “You’ve known me for years now. Can’t you bring yourself to call me Cesar?”

Not if I want to keep myself from sitting in your lap as if you’re Santa.
“Mr. Parisi, I’m a busy woman.”

“And Mr. Parisi is a busy man.”  Sonny’s voice was as gruff as always.  She cut her gaze to him. Like she didn’t know that.
“Since we are both so busy, why don’t we skip this verbal sparring and get to the point of why you’re here?”   She’d directed her question at Sonny, but it was Cesar who answered.

“You’re amazing.”
That wasn’t what she’d expected.
“Excuse me?”
“You said to drop the verbal sparring and that is exactly what I’m doing.  Sasha, mia cara, you’ve done an amazing job for me for the last few years, and I wanted to show you that I’m more than grateful.”

“Send me a bottle of Chianti and a box of chocolates and we’ll call it even.”  She waved him off with a flick of her wrist and picked up her pencil with the other hand.  Sasha didn’t have time for this. She needed to review returns and try to get at least three hours of sleep tonight.

“You are worth far more than a box of chocolates and some wine,” Sonny said. For once, he didn’t sound ticked off.

She turned to look at him.  In her line of work, as frigid as it may seem, she wasn’t surprised by much.  In her life, being the only child, growing up dirt poor and having barely enough to eat, she could match attitude for attitude, but this bad cop, good cop or whatever these two were doing was unraveling her carefully constructed wall of self-preservation.

“Your eyes are sparking.  Does that mean you are interested, mia cara?”  Sonny’s voice was definitely lethal, and he was using it to his full advantage.  She’d never bothered to wonder if her eyes sparked or not because they were hidden behind her glasses most of the time.   Sasha stared at him a long time before she spoke.
“Interested in what, Sonny?  You haven’t proposed anything for me to be interested in.”

“A proposal would be a bit premature. How about one night together first? We’ll get around to wedding plans later.”

End Excerpt

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NEW RELEASE – Silver Bells and Straps by Nevea Lane


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Yes, I did it. My first light BDSM tale.   I fear I haven’t been completely honest with you all.  I like kink. I’m not sure if that was a confession or just a ‘just so you know’ announcement.   Shara Azod LLC knows a little something about kink.  I’m pleased to throw my name into their marvelous Whipped Dreams line.    For those of you who know the imprints works, you know that Whipped Dreams center around BDSM or D/s story lines.   I took it one step further.  This time, the heroine is the Domme.

Below is the blurb and a spicy little excerpt to get you wondering.  Click the link, buy the tale, and warm up your holiday season with a bit a sugar, spice and and a whole lot of kink.

BLURB

Athena Divan had it good; her own company, a premium New York apartment and a secret.   Gerard Bourdain was much the same; his own company, a premium New York apartment, a restless spirit and a secret.  These two had butted heads in the board room, but they were about to find they had a lot more in common when their secrets collide at the Black Tie bondage club.

The only thing is, Athena was Mistress Minerva. She knew who he was, but Gerard was in the dark about her secret identity.   Would she take the opportunity to have a bit of revenge at Gerard’s expense?  Of course.  Yet, could she keep herself in check and not step over the line and jeopardize her identity?
*EXCERPT*

As he stood on the other side of the door, he took a deep breath. This
mistress was supposed to be the best, as the owner kept telling him. A second generation dominatrix. He’d never heard of such a thing. Pushing the heavy
door open, he stepped into the room.
His stomach immediately tightened when his eyes focused on the woman
perched on the throne. She looked like a deity, her shoulders back and her long
legs crossed in a striking pose. Her mouth was pursed, and her burgundy
lipstick looked like a fine wine staining her lips. The black masquerade mask
did little to hide her features. Her high cheekbones stood out in the dim
lighting, but her eyes were the most striking almond color he’d ever seen.
He swallowed hard. She raised her arm and, in a regal movement, turned
her palm upward and curled her fingers forward, beckoning him to her. He
dropped his head and took slow steps toward her. He stopped a mere foot away
from his appointed mistress. For the first time, he was intimidated by a woman.
His mother didn’t intimidate him, and she threw her weight around better than
any man he’d met.
“Well, well, well,” his mistress said in a husky, breathless tone. She
uncrossed her legs and stood. Her heels didn’t make a sound as she walked
toward him across the carpeted floor.
Without pausing, she began to walk around him, looking him up and
down. He didn’t dare move his head to follow her movements, knowing that
would bring him punishment. The leather of her glove felt cool as she laid the
palm of her hand against the small of his back. The simple touch made his cock
stir.
“Mmmm. There is nothing I like more than fresh meat.” She smacked his
ass with an echoing slap that stung his flesh even through the leather pants.
Her palm cupped his ass in a soothing motion, and she began to rub his
stinging cheek as if to soothe the sting. The smell of her hung in the air, and it
was all he could think about as he tried to force himself to breathe in through
his nose and out through his mouth.
“What is your name, slave?”

*End Excerpt* 

Well there you have it, what do you think?

 

REVIEW – Elixir of Wife (Dux Ducis Book 1) by Jeanie Johnson and Jaya Leigh


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I was smart with this one.  Anything written by the duo of Johnson and Leigh, well, a woman needs to be prepared.  I had my night all planned out, a bottle of Ecco Domani Moscato, 3 chocolates, each picked out specifically by my mate.  After pouring us each a glass, I gave him the look.  You know, the look that says I’m about to read, please don’t breathe in my direction until I’m done sighing to myself and have put away the reading apparatus and glasses.

Let me tell you something about this book here, if you don’t love chocolate by the end of it, see a therapist; a good chocolate therapist.   Not only do they describe some of the most sin-inducing chocolate truffles in this book that made my mouth water, the things Nerva Imperatores does with this chocolate made me almost jealous.  I say almost because my mate likes to read on these things every once in a while and I’m not about to get paddled.

You see, Nerva Imperatores is a genius, a financial whiz, yet his way with chocolate is what has garnered his fame, and the attention of a choco-a-holic  named Sorpresa Venetia.   Now Sorpresa, have you ever met a character that you wonder, is this me, or perhaps a relative of mine?   There is a line in the book that sums it all up about Sopresa and Nerva:  “Originally, she’d only wanted Nerva for what he could do with cocoa and sugar but now she wanted him for what he could do to her heart: make it damn near beat out of her chest.”

Nerva was convinced he was setting up his Sopresa for someone else.  He’d convinced himself she was the perfect match, just not for him.    However, the way she barged into his life, demanded his chocolate, his time and his ear, he couldn’t help but to fall for her.  Yet, he’d already set in motion a plan that meant  Sopresa wasn’t his.

Jeanie Johnson and Jayha Leigh always make a book worth the time it takes to read it.   The males are always so alpha they make you sweat just reading their names.  The women are strong and fearless and have no problem going for what they want, especially if  what they want is their man.

This book made me want two things:  to find a piece of chocolate that makes me want to do half the things that Nerva did with his chocolate, and to try to patiently wait for the Dux Ducis 2.

To buy the book, click that hot cover above, or take a browse around on: www.beautifultroublepublishing.com 

New Release! Midnight and Mayhem by Nevea Lane


CLICK TO BUY! Midnight and Mayhem by Nevea Lane

I’ve got a new release for you all and it is longer than most stories I’ve written.   I’ve always wanted to create a vampire.  I didn’t think I had enough knowledge to create a believable one.  Let’s face it, I was a pre-teen when Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles hit bookstores and Ms. Rice created such angst and believable characters, I was convinced that she’d captured what a vampire should be. I’ve been hooked on the blood suckers ever since.  I read every book in that series, some of them twice.   A part of me hid away the desire to create a vampire universe because I thought it would be too time consuming. The thought nagged at me for years.  Finally, on a whim, a hunch and a really good bottle of red wine, I tied myself to the computer and created this.  Book One in my Midnight series, Midnight and Mayhem.   Continue reading for an excerpt.

Blurb

Etienne Le’Maistre was dedicated to hunting rogue vampires and anything that threatened his status as the vampire leader of his coven. Everything he did was part of his vow as a warrior and a leader. When he heard the terrifying screams of a child in the night, he acted from a new perspective, that of protector. Saving the life of a human mother and child from a vampire attack was just a part of his duty—or so he thought.

Thirty years later, that child was a grown China Kincaid. Since that fateful night, she’d focused all of her energy on one thing: revenge. She knew vampires were real and she was going to kill them all, or die trying. When her hunting led her back to Etienne, the vampire who’d saved her all those years ago, China realized there was another world out there she didn’t know. Would she be able to survive in Etienne’s world of midnight and mayhem?

***EXCERPT***

“Miss Kincaid, please understand you are going to start a lot of trouble, and I can assure you there are less understanding people out there than I. You could get hurt.”

“People, you aren’t people! You are dead things playing alive and you…”
Before Etienne could stop himself, he rounded the desk and had China in his arms. He looked down at her shocked face, her pink mouth slightly agape, yet her eyes half-lidded, as if she was drunk. There was nothing he could do against the strong pull to kiss her. Before he could find the willpower not to kiss her, his hand had entwined in her ponytail and he tugged her hair back just a bit. His lips danced lightly over hers, kissing, prodding. The pleasure of her mouth on his forced him to keep his top lip curled over his incisors, even as they began to descend. He didn’t want to nip her. However, there was nothing he could do to shield her from the hard line of his painfully aroused cock pressing into her stomach.

Breaking the kiss with a hiss, Etienne backed away from China and made sure she saw his gaze. He knew what he looked like caught in lust: his eyes would be glowing, and his skin would be flushed. His pronounced canines would be gleaming by now, fully descended and ready for a drink.

“Did that feel so dead to you, Miss Kincaid?” Her hand flew to her lips in horror. He told himself that he kissed her to make her see the danger she was in, but he just couldn’t bring himself to believe that lie.

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New Release! “Falling Leaves in Autumn” Available Now


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I love Autumn!  I love the smell, the sounds of leaves crunching under your feet.  Your eyes become sensitive to all the sensitive hues of orange, yellow and gold…  Which is why I had to give Autumn its own book in the Seasons of Love series.   There was “Disturbing the Yuletide” then “Shaking up the New Year” and now you have “Falling Leaves in Autumn.” Check out the excerpt below and enjoy! 

 

Justine Marshall is in a mood. Not that she doesn’t adore the fact that her best friend Topaz is was marrying the great love of her life; she’s ecstatic, but being alone while trying to plan the wedding to end all weddings has her in a funk and admittedly jealous. In an effort to keep her emotions from spilling into Topaz’s happy day, Justine comes up with one surefire solution: find a bed buddy. 

Clark Pinot has been trying to get Justine’s attention for months, which is the only reason he volunteered to go shopping with the guarded woman in the first place. When she comes to him with the ridiculous idea of being her “booty call,” he sees it as the one opportunity to prove he isn’t the Casanova she thinks he is and what he wants is much more than a tumble in the sack. Breaking down Justine’s defenses won’t be easy, but he’s determined to see them fall like the leaves in autumn.


**EXCERPT**The sun was setting, casting a comforting orange glow over the turning leaves. It was my favorite time of year, the transition into autumn, and I found the hues of oranges, yellows, and reds comforting. Taking in a deep breath, letting the partially chilled air fill my lungs, I knew I had to get a grip. What are you doing? You know dang well Clark Pinot is nothing but a rolling stone with an accent. Who’s to say you can’t have a bit of a fling before he leaves? I sighed. Flings weren’t in my nature. Even as I tried to summon up some of my courage to just flirt with the man, I couldn’t even do that. It’s funny how when you are warring with yourself, you can’t pick a side. 

“Well that is one way to end a discussion.” His voice made me gasp. It was a rich baritone that vibrated when he laughed, like it was doing now. I had to cross my legs to keep my wayward womanhood under control. 

“There was nothing to discuss. You have your opinion, and I’ve got mine. You don’t make it in this world without having to drop the rose-colored glasses sometimes. I’m not jaded on love, I just don’t think it is perfect, and I haven’t found the other half to my imperfection yet, just like you, Clark.” 

“I can see that, Justine.” Oh the way he said my name made me want to curl up beside him and purr. Yet, I still couldn’t bring myself to even entertain the idea of making a bed buddy out of Clark. It would be too dangerous. 

“So, you want to take some bags with you back to…” His lips touched mine before I even realized he was standing that close to me. It was a gentle, tentative, and explorative kiss that left me breathless. His hand, which was resting slightly on my shoulder, moved down my biceps, down my forearm, and then, just when I thought I couldn’t take any more of his subtle touches, his large, tanned fingers intertwined with mine. It wasn’t the kisses I’d read about and hoped for in my novels, the ones that bruise your lips, but a light kiss, an appetizer with the promise of so much more.

Why Are Free BWWM books Hard to Find


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Why Are Free BWWM Books Hard To Find (or How the Internet told on You)…

I love technology.  I’ve been given the title Techy by a select few and here is an example why I love technology, the internet and the right to free speech.   I was checking my WordPress analytic for the search terms people have used to stumble across my blog.  (Savvy, I know, right?)   This one came across my radar today: why are free BWWM books hard to find?   Obviously this was typed in a browser search engine and someone wanted to know why.  I’ll be happy to step up to the plate and answer that question with some bias but with stark honesty.

It depends if you are looking for GOOD free BW/WM books.  Of course the emphasis being on GOOD.  Now, you can go on to Smashwords, Literotica and various other places to find BW/WM stories.  They are all over and you have to ask yourself the question: is it good?  If you want just a ‘story’ there are plenty and they aren’t hard to find.   If you want GOOD, well let me break it down for you why it won’t be free.

We know we are a niche group, and for those of us that band together, we know just how small or large this niche can be while writing.   We know that we are a quiet genre that doesn’t get much exposure except for among ourselves, and what we represent, we want to represent it well.    Let’s say you are getting dressed for the prom, are you going to put on your holed up jeans, a mustard stained t-shirt and flip-flops?   No, you are going to present your best side because it is important to you.   I will only speak for myself, but being ‘good’ in the world of authors these days is hard work.  You have to know your own worth, you have to know your story’s worth and you have to be willing to grind out that manuscript, sit down and write as the muse strikes, not to mention work your job that has nothing to do with writing.  You have to hone your skill, learn vocabulary, research your topic, ferret out facts, learn your characters, get their habits straight, and come up with a story that will compel readers to go beyond page 1.   Not only do you have to know what you are talking about, you also have to make time to write.  I’m  a short story author, and if I could have a nickel every time I heard a story was too short, well, I wouldn’t have to work so much overtime some days to cover my bills.   So not only do we have to make time to write, we have to pour out our character’s heart, our heart and our story into something that won’t get slandered as ‘too short’.  Try writing 9,000 words that string together beautifully and you will see it ain’t a pretty picture or process.  Now, do you expect a free work to be error free and without some grammatical mistakes? No, so we use proofers and beta-readers.  They don’t work for free either.

So after our hard work. our toiling, back-spacing and rewriting until we find a better word for ‘said’, why would we throw it up for free?  We all go to work every day, but wouldn’t one get mad if they asked you to work for free?  I love my job, but seriously, free?    Some of us, myself included, have written plenty of free stories.  We felt like we owed something to our fans, we felt like we needed to ‘give back’.  Guess how we were repaid: plagiarism.  Plagiarism and having our free work lampooned for various reasons.  A free work,  shared out of love for the genre and knowing there isn’t much out there to get your hands on, gets plagiarized,   and some other is making money off of what you put out there in love.   That would be one reason that some of us don’t post free reads anymore.  We find our work repackaged and our name replaced with someone who didn’t write not once sentence in it.   Can you believe that?

Good BW/WM is so hard to come by, true.  It is hard to come by, and it is harder  to please the readers of BW/WM or any other interracial combination you can think because we are picky.  We want a GOOD read.   If you want a GOOD steak, do you really expect someone to be on the street corner giving away 16 oz porterhouse steaks for free?  No you go to a steak house and you pay for what you want.  The same thing with books.    You pay for what you want.

As much as I would love to live a life of leisure and spend the day writing, I can’t.  I’ve got obligations, a mate, a job, a car to pay for… none of which are free.  We’ve been nice, we’ve tried the ‘free’ route and got screwed.

So to the searcher out there looking for free bwwm, there are plenty, but if you want quality, ante up and just buy what you crave.

 

New Holiday Hotness – Eight Ball Side Pocket by Nevea Lane


From Shara Azod and Marteeka Karland

Need a little pick me up after shopping, wrapping and decorating?  Take a little bite to make your Season bright!

Brand New Quel Scandale Shorts~

Little Bites With a Touch of Spice!!!

What’s your fantasy? We all have them, even women. Quel Scandale is a woman’s answer to Penthouse ~ hot, steamy fantasy naughty enough for a man, but made for a woman. Perfect for a quick me up in the middle of the day or a bed time read guaranteed to give you delicious dreams.

On Set by Billy London

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Sean McNeil is about to take on the role of a lifetime. Getting film critic and blogger Melanie Beckford to play his lover on screen. Without the acting part.

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One bet, winner takes all.  What’s a woman to do when she is challenged to a game of pool and the stakes are high? Play to win, of course.

My, My, My by Serenity King

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As far as fantasies went Sherida Tomlin was getting ready to live out every one of hers. The moment Harrison Whitney walked into her office she’d known that he’d been the star of every erotic dream she’d ever had. And when he touched her…let’s just say that the real thing is even better than any fantasy could ever be.

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Force Me

Some women don’t want a sweet, gentle lover. Some women like to saunter up to a man and whisper in his ear, “Force me.”

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If she switched her ass in front of him one more time, Micaiah swore he was going to bend her over and spank hers. Seriously… Little Miss Trina was asking for it.

 Death by Sex by Marteeka Karland and Shara Azod

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“You’re about to die,” the deep gravelly voice rumbled next to her ear. “But don’t worry. You’ll be fine.”  The words were chilling to Mia, but not nearly as good as what happened next.

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Alana gets a taste of the forbidden in the alley. She should be repulsed, frightened even. Instead, all she feels is… unbearable pleasure.

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Princess Mia has a problem. A BIG one. In the form of one very muscular, very Alpha Barbarian King.

New eBook by Nevea Lane – Stunt 101 Available Now at BTP




Stunt 101 by Nevea Lane

 

 

It’s been eight years since Ambrosia Davies last laid eyes on Wyatt Arachard. Eight years of trying to inspire the same adrenaline rush Wyatt gave her with a mere look from his smoke-gray eyes. Ambrosia thinks she might have found the rush needed working as a stunt woman in Hollywood. She’s willing to risk her life to keep the thoughts of Wyatt and his sexy dimple at bay.

Wyatt Arachard works as a bodyguard for the newest Hollywood diva. The kicker? The diva is a spoiled thing who won’t even walk from point “a” to point “b”—how in the hell is she going to be in an action movie? Hire a stuntwoman, of course. When Wyatt tries to do his job and keep the diva out of trouble, he ends up grabbing the very woman who’s consumed his thoughts for the past eight years—Ambrosia Davies.

Will Ambrosia still feel the same jolt after laying eyes on Wyatt again? Wyatt has to prove that he’s the only excitement that Ambrosia will ever want or need. Will Ambrosia let Wyatt teach her a few new stunts?



**EXCERPT**

Ambrosia had no idea what came over Wyatt at that moment, but she could get used to him picking her up. His strong, toned arms held her tight, and she knew he wouldn’t let her go. She contemplated spraining her ankle every once in a while just to have the man carry her around from place to place.

That was when Ambrosia realized the track her mind was following. It was thinking permanency, attaching herself to him for the long haul. When Wyatt finally put her down, her body protested at the loss of his body heat. Ambrosia almost fell into her trailer instead of using the graceful walk she thought she possessed. Being around Wyatt made her forget a lot of things, like her name.

If you want to see what happens, check out Stunt 101, available now at Beautiful Trouble Publishing.

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Free Read Quickie – Behind the Masks (Rated M for Mature)


Ok, ok, I know, I know… I have been gone for a good minute and that is not a good thing…I have so many ideas going on in my head that I have been unable to keep up with everything.   So, just to keep all of you thinking about me, and wondering what my crazy mind will come up with next, I give to you, Behind the Masks, a quickie…

 

 

Behind the Masks

BING! Citygirl6: What’s up? How was your Halloween party last night?

            Presskitten:  Girl, you don’t want to know what happened. You might not want to be my                                        friend.

I looked at the instant messenger on my laptop.  Nicole had been my friend for fifteen years, and even this was too raunchy of a tale for me to tell her.   I groaned at the thought of having to tell her what I did.  I don’t feel bad for what I did, but she won’t understand.   I know she wanted the details and the dish.  But I had been biting my nails for the past hour trying to avoid her.  How do I tell her I did the one thing that I swore I would never do?  I should probably tell you what is going on, so you aren’t in the dark.  Just don’t judge me.

It started with a simple online chat conversation.  When I wasn’t trying to become the ‘world’s greatest journalist’, I spend my weekends at home, buying shoes online and occasionally chatting to a person or two.  Around six months ago, I begin chatting with this guy named  scenic eyes.  The name either implied that he enjoyed looking at life, or that he was attached to someone but his eyes put more moves on a passing chick than a dance crew.  Alas, curiosity got the better of me, and I began to chat with the man.  From the first message, the font was a hunter green color whereas everyone else’s was black, he had me intrigued.  He was speaking about people watching and how you can tell different types of sexual appetites from watching people.  I was right about the wandering eye, but maybe her wasn’t a pervert, at least the way he explained himself he didn’t seem like one.   I had to ask him what he did for a living and he was a photographer.  He was right up my alley.  I being a journalist, and had met many photographers, but none were as eloquent as he was.   I started a conversation with scenic eyes and it had been a rollercoaster ever since. 

The big red PING on my laptop sounded, snapping me out of my memory.   

            Citygirl6: What happened Ty?

            Presskitten: Nothing, it was a good party… I ended up seeing the online dude I was telling                          you about.

I admit, I was one of those pessimists.  Online dating meant stalkers, nasty looking old men and cheaters. I wasn’t that hard up.  At least, I didn’t think I was that hard up.  I quickly realized that I had a lot to learn. While I am at it, I can also admit that I did not start this for a date.  I needed to get laid.  It had been three years and some months, and I realized that I was not saving it for anything special. I had been so focused on becoming a journalist for a new magazine, that I totally forgot that I needed a life, maybe a boyfriend or at least a penis in a glass case, you know, “break in case of emergency?” I had nothing, well besides a vibrating friend I like to call ‘Dick’. 

            Citygirl6: He was at the party?

            Presskitten: yeah, I invited him.

            Citygirl6: YOU DID WHAT? WHY?

            Presskitten:  it had been six months of chatting girl.  It was time to see what was up.

I was sitting at the Halloween party, please, spare me the groans of corniness. I waited patiently to see who my masked man was.  I was dressed as Catwoman.  Although I could not pass for Halle Berry, I was too tall, I must say, I was working the suit.  They were some pieces of my flesh that were showing, my neckline and the small of my back. They were baby oiled and looked kissable.  I was ready to meet the one person that took all of my inner sexual thoughts with a grain of salt. 

            Citygirl6: Well did he look good?

            Presskitten: Cute, he was real cute.

I was not about to tell her he was fine.  I love my friend, but she can be a fiend when it comes to good-looking men.  Knowing that she has a thing for white guys, I was better off leaving the remark at cute.   I did not have a preference for dating, men are like Baskin Robins, full of 31 flavors,, but I must admit, I had never dated, or had sex with a white man before.  All I know was that he was going to be Zorro and the Zorro with the wicked green eyes.  His words, not mine.  

I stood in the corner, and for the first time in my 29 years, felt lucky to stand five foot ten. I was standing taller than that in the four-inch stilettos I managed to walk in.  I loved the heels because they added a sway to my walking that isn’t there in my typical tennis shoes I wear to work.   It helped to scour the room looking for my masked date.  

I can say that I dressed for the kill because this man-made me want him.  I knew I wanted him before I went to the party.  I had hoped that he wasn’t ugly.  I was worked up and, yes, alright, horny.

What I couldn’t explain to my friend, was that this guy had my attention.  He had caught my attention from the first moment he entered the chat room.  Scenic_eyes was a name that you just couldn’t forget.  After we chatted in the public chat room for a while, he asked me for my email address so we could continue our conversation.  I figured why not, email addresses are a dime a dozen, I could get a new one if he turned out to be a stalker. I gave it to him and he emailed me first with the subject line saying, “Three Wishes”.    In his email, he described himself first and then asked me the three things I want out of life.  What would be my three wishes?   I had responded to him honestly, telling him that my crush on the photographer at my job had gotten out of control, and that is when I realized that I needed to get out of the office more.   So my three wishes were distraction, inhibition and vacation.  

He had responded and said that he could give me all three of my wishes through email.  He wooed me and wowed me with his bedtime stories.  First, he emailed me and explained how he would tuck me in at night.  And there was no sex in the email at all.  That was a shock.   It was about making sure that I was comfortable.  When all I could email back was wow, he came back with Wish 1 for distraction granted.   Our conversations continued and I had to say that he managed to grant all of my wishes.  Which was why I invited him to the party in the first place. 

We had exchanged emails for months, and Halloween had been the perfect time to finally hook up.  I was not looking for a date, I told him that up front, I was just severely missing male companionship.  We had exchanged emails, a few racy bedtime stories, and instant messaged each other a few times.  But no pictures.  We did not want the off chance of spotting each other on the street and making the situation awkward.   

I had taken the day off just to get ready for the event, and I can admit, it was more nerves that anything.  I have never been a pursuer, and I surely don’t consider myself to be a seductress, but my mystery man had made me feel comfortable from the start.   As I stood there, I felt myself get warm thinking about some of the last few emails we shared.  He told me that the need to see me was unbearable at this point.  I told him that I would be going to a Halloween party given by a co-worker.   It would be in a sports bar, so it should be pretty inconspicuous, if he just so happened to drop by.    

So I sat, waiting for him to show up and watching the door like a maniac stalker when I felt a leather glove brush against my exposed lower back.  What the hell?  I turned around and there he was, my Zorro, with the most amazing green eyes.   They were the color of wet emeralds, and they were watching me in amusement.   I smiled a half smile and he winked at me.   My Zorro put his gloved index finger to his lips and walked to the front door.  

            Citygirl6: So what happened?

            Presskitten: Everything.

            Citygirl6: What do you mean everything?  What is everything?

            Presskitten: How much time  do you got and you may need some tissue and perhaps your buzzing boyfriend later…

            Citygirl6: No Way!

            Presskitten:  Just listen to the rest of the story…

In pursuit, I was not prepared for the blast of October air that hit me.   Neither were my nipples.  They hardened tightly against the patent leather costume and almost made me groan out loud.  Yet, I had no time to be uncomfortable.  My mystery man was around the corner in the alley.

Yeah, yeah, I know what you are thinking, Ewwww… right?  Don’t knock it until you try it! All bitchiness aside, I grew up in this neighborhood, I was in Minnesota, and there was no trouble, I could take care of myself. 

But I soon saw him standing at the far end of the alley, near a pile of crates and a dumpster.  As I walked toward him casually, there was a motorcycle parked against the brick wall.  As I walked up to him, I knew that this Zorro was all mine tonight.

“What, no white horse?” I said when I finally stood face to face with him.  

He chuckled and gave me the same smile he gave when we were inside.  It was funny, in email, he was so forward and so direct.  Yet, he had not said one word since meeting in person.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him.  His gaze was enchanting.  Yes, it does sound so melodramatic, but in my shoes, if you saw the way his eyes were colliding with the crude alley lamp and the hungry glare in his eyes, you would faint too. 

He stared at my eyes for the longest moment, each second seemed like pure torture.   Who was this man and how could he have this affect on me?  He hand on my waist, he pushed himself closer to me.  He smelled so good.  I was intoxicated from his scent.  It was rich, clean, a mix of soap and after-shave.  I inhaled his scent and let his fingers trace figure eights over my body.  Yes, yes.  All of this, in an alley.

            Citygirl6: Tell me you didn’t?  please tell me you did not let him maul you in the alley?

            Presskitten:  I wasn’t mauled.  I liked it and I wanted to. Remember, my wish was for                                            no inhibition.

That was exactly what I remembered when his hand went into the waistline of the suit.  I could feel his fingers swift with the zipper and soon the flat of my tummy was exposed to the night air.  I sucked in air through my teeth and waited.  Then he finally spoke.

            “No inhibitions.” His voice was deep, husky and delicious.  It was like listening to Miles Davis on his horn.   It was melodious and teasing.  And it put me in a trance. 

I watched silently as his fingers worked into my pants and around the string bikini I was wearing.  There was nothing more arousing than watching someone work for pleasing me.  I was aroused watching his long fingers work, but I almost buckled when his flesh touched my small triangle of pubic hair.  Oh, there was no turning back at this point.  I needed this.

His fingers were warm despite the cold air.  They touched and molded me into silly putty and I gasped for air when he reached my pulsating nether lips. 

            Citygirl6: He fingered you in the alley?

            Presskitten: It was more like three fingers, but it felt good.

            Citygirl6:  In the alley?

            Presskitten: Yes, in the alley, three fingers up my twat.

            Citygirl6: You got some nerve.

            Presskitten:  Do you want to hear the rest of the story?

Zorro took his sweet time entering my wet channel.  He teased and toyed with my opening, letting his middle finger rest on my clit while his other two fingers worked my opening.  I was wet and ready for more.   As he worked, I saw my breaths suspended in the cold night air.  I groaned and arched and that is when his fingers slipped into my hole.  My insides started to throb around his thick digits.  As he pushed and pulled, he pressed his fingertips upwards to my g-spot. I was going to cum fast and hard. 

I grabbed onto his silk black shirt and pulled him close.  I closed my eyes and hide my face in his neck.  Zorro speeded up his pace and before I knew it, I was spiraling off the precipice into euphoric oblivion. As the waves of the orgasm subsided, I noticed a small brown mole under Zorro’s chin.  I know I had seen that mole somewhere before.

I released my hold on Zorro’s shirt and waited for my breathing to return to normal.  Zorro removed his fingers from me and licked them.  It was quite erotic to watch him savor my flavor as they say. As he smiled this half quirk of a smile, I knew that I knew him.

            Citygirl6: Of course you knew him, you had been talking to him for months.

            Presskitten:  That is not what I am talking about.  I know him before the online madness.

            Citygirl6:  Get out of here!?

            Presskitten: Yes, it was…

            “Sean!  What are you doing here? I mean I know what you are doing, but…”

Yes, it is was Sean, the photographer that I had been crushing on for a year.  There he was, standing there, looking kind of sheepish behind his mask, but his green eyes were flickering with raw emotions.  Why had I never noticed that his eyes were that green before?  Oh that is right, he was constantly wearing glasses at the office.

            “I am sorry Tyra, I thought you wouldn’t go for me if you knew who I was.”

            “Come on!  I have been wanting you for a year.  But, why didn’t you come clean when I told you I had a crush on a photographer that I worked with?”

            “I liked the games and the stories. I didn’t want to lose that when you found out who I was.”

            “Would you like to continue the game?”  

            Citygirl6: Oh my! Ty, what are you going to do now?

            Presskitten: Cook him brunch, we are famished.