For today's prize - you will get to pick from TWO of my available single titles - WOW. (anthology not included) To enter to win, just leave a comment at the end (with contact info!) on who was the first erotic author and book you ever read. I actually think mine was from Lisabet Sarai ( a fellow TEB author), and it was one of her first books, "Incognito". I also read "The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty" by Anne Rice (under her pen name), around the same time. Both of these had heavy BDSM themes, and I was shocked that these books were popular, and it would be okay to write about such things. That helped me as a writer to just say 'go for it', and not worry about what other people thought, to just write what I wanted.
On that note, I will give you the first part of the promised deleted scene from "The Perfect Third". It also has heavy BDSM elements, which actually wasn't the reason it was deleted. It was purely for the reason of space, and that this was a secondary character who took up 3,000 words of space! When you read "The Perfect Third", you'll see how I incorporated a few bits from the deleted one into the final edit.
The set-up is that Lorne is heartbroken that his best friend, Antony, didn't go along with his choice of Alexa as their perfect third. So Antony invites Leanne, one of their "just for fun" regulars over for some hot action.
This guy would make an excellent Antony *wink*
Lorne looked at Antony through the mirror's reflection as he finished shaving, and frowned. "I can't always be one hundred and fifty percent you know."
It had been three weeks since Lorne had introduced Alexa to Antony, and his worst fears about the possibility of all of them getting together had been realised. Even though he was uncharacteristically down, and really missing Alexa and what might have been, he knew Antony had arranged this night with Leanne to cheer him up. He could at least be a good sport about it and try and enjoy himself. After all, Leanne was kinkier than the two of them in some ways. She sometimes worked on the weekends as a submissive at one of the biggest New York dungeons. She wasn't super serious about the lifestyle, but she liked to dabble here and there. Leanne brought that element to the sex play at times when the three of them got together.
The doorbell rang, and Antony whipped Lorne's ass with the towel. "Go get her tiger. I want to complete my sex-god preparations."
Lorne rolled his eyes, laughing "Whatever, you freak."
Lorne had on a deep maroon silk shirt and tight black skinny jeans. He wasn't sure if Leanne would want to go grab a bite to eat first, Antony had done all the arrangements at the last minute. He opened the door, and Leanne stood there with her shoulder length black bob, and severe cut bangs. Large ruby lips, kohl-lined green eyes, pale skin and her trademark smirk completed her look.
"Oooh," she greeted Lorne, brushing past him through the door."Aren't we looking devilish this evening. Where's your partner in sex crimes?"
Leanne was there for one thing only, and that was unbridled carnal pleasure. She was not interested in niceties, warmth or affection. She wanted all her holes serviced, and her errogenous zones teased, pampered and assaulted. Anything else was unimportant. Some less evolved people might consider her too trampy, but in reality that was not the case. She was actually quite particular as to who she shared her generous attributes with. Not a time waster, any man, woman - or group of men and women - had to prove themselves worthy of her.
Leanne stood before Lorne at the entrance of the living room in black platform stiletto heels, skin tight black leather pants, a leather, torn lace, silver buckle steampunk corset – trying in vain to support her D cups – with a velvet black wrap thrown over it. She turned her back to him to search for Antony. Lorne's eyes wandered down to her lusciously full and rounded ass. He wanted to bury his face in it right then and there.
"Oh dear," said Leanne over her shoulder, "Where is Antony? You're not going to get all boring on me and tell me that I only get one enormous cock this evening are you? You know I need at least two at a time! Which reminds me, don't you have another friend you could call up? Male, female, I don't care. I brought some extra equipment."
Lorne looked at the large black tote bag she lifted up when she said this. "What have you got in there?" Lorne looked dubious. "Are you trying to say we're not enough?"
"Now, now. Don't get your feelings hurt. I'm just feeling especially wicked this evening. My last couple fucks have been so...I don't know. Mundane."
Lorne approached her, his cock finally deciding to leave the depression alone for a little while. It was starting to really strain his jeans. He stood behind her and reached around to grasp her breasts. He slammed his hard cock against her plump rear, and squeezed her tits hard. She liked things a lot rougher than most of their women. She sighed and leaned back against him.
"Starting without me?" called Antony as he strolled into the room from the bedroom. "How rude!"
Lorne continued to squeeze Leanne's breasts hard, and as Antony reached Leanne who was facing him, he grabbed her long legs and swung them up over his shoulders. She was now being held up by her tits and knees. Antony leaned down to her crotch and began biting through the leather on her vee, and the inside of her thighs. Moaning already, they both knew that with this insatiable woman, they would have to do her at least a few times before they could even have a reasonable discussion about dinner.
They carried her this way to the bedroom, and threw her down onto the bed. Antony had already removed the satin comforter so that only the Egyptian cotton sheets remained. They didn't need any extra bedding to get in their way. Leanne had zero shame, so they left the lights on full. She was not romantic, just bawdy, and almost as visual as the typical male. She wanted to see everything. But tonight, she was about to surprise even them.
She tossed her tote bag toward the end of the bed as she rolled up onto her side.
"Gentlemen," she began, "Start your engines. I brought my toy chest this evening, and I want the two of you to play with me. And I like to play hard, got it?"
Okay - that's part one of the deleted scene, I'll have more tomorrow when things get REALLY hawt. In the meantime, comment below to enter today's contest! And if you just can't wait to read all of the juicy bits in "The Perfect Third", you can pick up your own copy here: http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?P_ID=1688