Girl on Girl Action is Hot by Jennifer Kacey (@jenniferkacey)

by | Jun 13, 2014 | | 1 Comment

Buried PermissionGirl on girl action is hot!!! That’s right, I said it!

Girls are pretty and soft, and the connection, for the most part, is VERY different than what you’d have with a man.

When I heard about the open call from Ellora’s Cave Publishing for Hot Pink, an all FF line, I couldn’t wait to write it. I’ve dabbled in it for my Members Only Series but knew I could write something wicked hot if given the chance. Buried Permission was born and it releases today! Yea!!!

Wondering how people were going to react to this book made me think about labels. There are a billion out there and some I’d never even heard of. Lesbian, bi-sexual, transgender, bi-curious, queer, butch, dyke, femme, homosexual and OMG so many more I can’t list them all.

Want to know the only label I care about? It’s…..

That’s all that matters to me, and I wish it for everyone!!!

Thinking about all of this made me wonder what kind of numbers we have in the US so I looked up some statistics. Yes I’m a nerd at heart.

Gay or lesbian relations

2001: 40%

2014: 58%

City with the Largest Density of LGBT Population

San Francisco with 15.4% at 94,234

New York is actually 15th just because there are so many more people there. Total is 272,493

California has the largest # of Same Sex Couple Households.

19 states have legalized gay marriage – GREAT JOB!!!

31 states still have a ban on it – BOO!!!

Most shocking statistic to me?

Being lesbian, gay, bisexual or transgender is illegal in almost 80 countries, and in at least five of them is still punishable by death.

OY.
Vay.

We’ve got a long way to go!! But hopefully with myself and others writing about how beautiful and wonderful it can be we’ll keep changing people one opinion at a time.

SMOOCHES!!!

*****

Excerpt:

“I want to touch you,” Kerrington admitted. “I want to feel every inch of you, naked, beneath me, over me, beside me.”

Indecision weighted heavy on Danielle’s face and Kerrington soothed it away.

“Please,” Kerrington pleaded as she kissed her throat, drawing the “V” of her T-shirt aside to kiss her collarbone, licking her skin.

“Don’t stop. I know I’ll regret this later, but I’ve loved you for so long I can’t say no.”

Kerrington wanted to stop.She knew she should and they should talk, and she had so much to tell her about the session she’s had with Dr. Mack.

But…

Good intentions flew out the window as Danielle began undressing. She revealed her belly, one tanned inch at a time as she tugged her shirt over her head. Kerrington felt like a kid at Christmas.

She attacked the button on Danielle’s shorts to release it, sliding the zipper down, letting the material fall to the ground. Danielle stepped out of them as she worked at the clasp of her bra while walking toward the couch. She unhooked it, slipping it from each of her arms looking like a Burlesque dancer, titillating with the sexy sway of her hips.

Before she could get to the front of the couch, Kerrington grabbed her, bending her, face first, over the edge of the big black armrest on the side.

The slap of her palms on the material was punctuated by, “What are you… Mmm…” Her moan as Kerrington cupped her sex made Kerrington feel like Superwoman.

Danielle’s naked pussy made her salivate.The fact that she could touch it, rub her hands all over it, and taste it… “I’ve got to taste you,” Kerrington admitted on a sexy groan. She hit her knees behind Danielle, pulling her cheeks apart. The sight of the wetness coating the lips of her sex, and watching her tiny asshole pucker in anticipation almost made her come right then. “You’re so pretty.”

It was such an understatement, but it felt like a prayer to finally get to speak it outloud.

She leaned toward her, tightening the grip she had on her ass, and Danielle arched back, seeking Kerrington’s touch where she needed it the most.

Kerringtonclosed her eyes on the first taste of her clit. She sucked it in her mouth, stretching the cheeks of Danielle’s ass so she’d feel the tightness in her pussy and her ass as well.

“Oh, God, I’m not gonna last. Please…”

Kerrington had never felt more powerful, and peaceful, and happy than in the time it took for her best friend to utter that last syllable.

“I want to make you come. I want to hear it.” She almost let her inexperience get the best of her.Instead of fumbling on how to pleasure Danielle, she did what she would have liked and treated Danielle’s body as the beautiful piece of art it was.

She ran her thumb along the lips of her sex, coating her slim digit in Danielle’s silky wetness. “You’re so wet.” She dipped the tip of her thumb into Danielle’s pussy and Danielle jerked with a groan of pleasure.

“I’m always…wet…for…you.”

Kerrington worked a thumb inside her core and Danielle’s breath caught on every shallow thrust. She grabbed a handful of Danielle’s ass, pulling it, stretching it so she could lean forward to suck her clit again. But this time she bit down, trapping the sensitive nubbin between her teeth and flicked the thousands of nerve endings attached to every pleasure center in her body.

That was all it took.

*****

Blurb:

Buried Permission – AVAILABLE ON JUNE 13th, 2014

Kerrington needed her best friend Danielle in her life. Secretly, she wasn’t just a need. She was an ache, buried so deep Kerrington couldn’t breathe without wanting her. But she’d promised her grandmother she’d make her proud and find a man to marry, to have children with, to love, to cherish…

Nothing else mattered more than following the straight and narrow path set before her. Until one night, when a simple kiss changed everything and put Danielle and Kerrington’s strained friendship into question.

Searching for answers, Kerrington finds the permission she thought lost forever—unearthed by hypnotherapist, Dr. Mackenzie Raith. Now Kerrington must convince Danielle to give her one last chance, if it’s not too late.

A Romantica® female/female erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Buy Links

Buried Permission – Amazon
Buried Permission – B&N
Buried Permission – Ellora’s Cave
http://www.jenniferkacey.com/books/buried-permission.html

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The books in the Members Only Series can be found here…

Together In Cyn – some FF and MM
Haleigh’s Ink – some FF and LOTS of MM
A Very Menage Christmas
Duke’s Valentine

 

Jennifer KaceyJennifer Kacey is a wife, mother, and business owner living with her family in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.

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Who’s Ready for the World Cup? – Scored by Lily Harlem (@lily_harlem)

by | Jun 12, 2014 | | 1 Comment

SCORED small-1Oh, thanks so much for inviting me over today, Lucy, it’s great to be here. I’m so excited about the FIFA 2014 World Cup because along with hockey and tennis, football (soccer to you US guys) is one of my favourite sports to watch – though on occasion I have been known to roll up my sleeves, show off my ball skills and get involved in the odd tackle! LOL

Scored isn’t about the World Cup but the European Cup, specifically the 2012 European Cup hosted by Ukraine. I watched it avidly and was so inspired by all those sexy athletes shooting up and down the pitch that I created an England captain all of my own – enter Lewis Tate. Yum! He’s the perfect combination of alpha male, considerate English gent and single-minded athlete.

The heroine in Scored is a sports journalist, and a serious one at that. She isn’t interested in the gossip and the scandal surrounding the players, she wants to give the lowdown on the formation, the starting line up and the on-pitch skills. Yes, of course she does, she also can’t help having a major crush on Lewis, and despite some of her Bridget Jones’ ways, it seems he kinda likes her too!

 

Blurb

Okay, so I eat, sleep and breathe football and reporting the beautiful game is my dream career. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have time for a major crush on the England captain, Lewis Tate. The bloke is sex on legs, hot with a capital H. Add in his awe-inspiring talent, his brooding good looks and what’s not to lust after?

So my excitement is sky-high as I set off with the official press team to cover England’s battle for the European Cup. But when a series of unfortunate, or as it turns out fortunate events, attracts Tate’s attention my way, who am I to say no?

Add in a misogynistic manager, an over-zealous colleague, two blue silk ties and some incredible ball-handling skills and it becomes clear the road to victory, for me, will be an intensely erotic journey. Determined to savor every moment, I hang onto my sanity as best I can while living the fantasy and wondering if it can ever become reality. Because once Lewis Tate has taken me to heaven and back, its clear no one else will ever compare.

 

Here’s a snippet from the first chapter…

The large, golden doors of the elevator slid open and I stepped in, rattling over the rail between marble floor and green carpet. I hit level six and breathed in the waxy scent of polish.

“Wait.” Someone’s hand appeared around the shutting doors and stopped them closing. “Hang on.”

‘’Oh, sorry.” I quickly jabbed the door-hold button and the doors re-opened.

Lewis Tate stepped into the elevator holding a newspaper. He glanced at me. “Thanks.”

“That’s okay, er, which level do you want.” My heart was thudding. Gone were sleepy bedtime thoughts. Now all I could think of was that I was alone, in a very small space, with Lewis Tate, the Lewis Tate. Oh, if only time could stand still, freeze, then I could lick him all over, starting at his mouth and work my way down. See if he tasted as divine as he smelled—fresh citrus mixed with a deep base note of something like bergamot, or maybe sandalwood.

“Level eight, please,” he said, turning to face me. “Nicky.”

Oh, sweet Jesus, he remembered my name. I smiled and managed to suppress a delighted, girly giggle. “Eight, okay.” I pressed the button, relieved I’d removed my chipped nail varnish that morning and replaced it with clear.

Fleetingly I wondered if I should ask him another question about formation, or maybe something more personal like if he was looking forward to the first game. But my brain barely registered these thoughts, because as the elevator started moving, a low buzzing noise hummed around the small space.

Fuck!

The sensation of my guts pooling in my abdomen had nothing to do with the elevator taking off. Unfortunately the mechanics lifting us upward were smooth and silent and all that could be heard was an eager whirring coming from my holdall.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

The bump into the elevator must have jostled Big Ben. I wanted to be sick, let mortification eat me alive, fall through the floor, hell to the consequences. Where was a damn black-hole when you needed one?

I glanced at Lewis. He was looking straight at me, his brows raised and his lips slightly parted, as though about to speak. But he didn’t say anything. Instead, he glanced down at my holdall and stared at it, as if he could see right into it.

Swallowing tightly, I gave the holdall a jolt against the floor, hoping to turn the damn rampant rabbit off. No such luck. If anything the drone increased in enthusiasm as though it had flicked itself up a speed. Big Ben was always enthusiastic, I would give him that. Though at this moment in time I wished he was the silent, droopy sort.

I buckled my legs—they felt like noodles—and tried to fight the blistering flush that was searing its way up my chest, neck and onto my cheeks. I could just ignore the sound. Hold my head high and hope that he hadn’t really heard it— either that or pray this was a bad dream.

Please let me wake up!

But it wasn’t a dream. This was real. Lewis Tate was standing right next to me listening to my vibrator having a solo moment.

I had to face the music with as much dignity as possible.

“It’s er, my…” Think brain, think. “My electric toothbrush, it has a faulty connection. Goes off on its own all the time. Drives me crazy.” I shrugged, hoping to project nonchalance.

His gaze settled on my hot face again. The right side of his mouth twitched, just a little. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” I pursed my lips, indignantly, to show I wouldn’t lie about such a thing and if he was thinking of something else he had a dirty mind.

“Well you should get it seen to.”?“I will.”?“Otherwise,” he said, folding his arms, his knuckles bulging his wide biceps outwards, “when you want to use it the batteries will be dead and you will be…”?The elevator was pinging up the floors, surely it had reached six. If it hadn’t I was just going to accept my fate and die of embarrassment. “And I will be what?”

Fuck, my voice had come out as a squeak.?He rolled his lips in on themselves and cocked his head. The buzz continued, oblivious to the acute state of discomfort it was causing.

Black Hole, I could really do with you right now.

“Because,” he said, tugging the right side of his mouth up into a definite half smile, “if the batteries wear out you’ll be left feeling very frustrated.”

How could this be happening to me? Was it some kind of sick, karmic joke to let Lewis Tate know that my only release was a vibrator? Next thing he’d know I fondly called it Big Ben—not that I was feeling fond of it right now.

Finally the screen flashed six and the elevator doors slid open with a faint whoosh.

“I will, get it seen to, that is,” I said, tilting my chin and willing my legs to work for at least another five seconds.

I stepped out, pulling my traitorous luggage with me. As it clanked over the brass bar onto the corridor carpet, the buzzing stopped.

Bloody typical.

“Good night, Nicky,” Lewis called.

I could almost hear the amusement in his voice. Well fuck him. Just because he had a super-model at his beck and call, some of us weren’t so lucky and had to rely on mechanical means of satisfaction.

Not replying to his goodnight, I stalked down the long stretch of corridor, holding my head up and forcing my shoulders down.

It wasn’t until I heard the elevator doors ping shut that I fell against the wall, dropped my head in my hands and let humiliation devour me. Crunch me up and roll me around in its jaws.

What the hell had I done to deserve that?

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Poor old Nicky, but it does get better for her, much better! Against the wall, in the bath and tied to the bed better! Here are a few reviews of Scored…

Lily Harlem’s story of a famous footballer and a hardcore sports writer is one of the best happily ever after erotica novels I’ve read.”

“Explosive, and oh my god wow, that’s all I can say. I could not put the book (Scored) down till I was finished. A must read!”

“From strangers to friendship to lovers, Nicky and Lewis were amazing. It felt like real life and I could picture all the events taking place. This is a must read!”

“An amazing story.”

“This is a must read. 123 pages of yummy goodness.”

 

And if you like Pinterest this might be right up your street… http://www.pinterest.com/lilyharlem/sexy-soccer-scored/

 

Scored is available from all good ebook retailers including

Amazon US | Amazon UK | All Romance eBooks | Kobo | Barnes & Noble | iBooks

 

 

lily-harlemFind out more about me and my work on my website http://www.lilyharlem.com follow my blog for daily musings http://www.lilyharlem.blogspot.co.uk and subscribe to my newsletter for information on new releases, freebies and contests http://www.lilyharlem.com/newsletter-subscription.html

 

Thank you for inviting me to your blog, Lucy 🙂

If You Could Choose… by Cheryl Dragon

by | Jun 11, 2014 | | 0 Comments

Rough LandingWomen are resilient. Throughout history, we’ve adapted to whatever crazy ideas/laws men have laid down (like killing ‘witches’).

We out live men…raise kids solo when the men don’t stick around. Women stick together and help each other out. Think Golden Girls…it’s not about sex. (If you haven’t seen the Golden Girls…go watch some of that show! Betty White was retired way before she was Hot in Cleveland). Women, the right women, understand each other and get through things together—as friends.

Three of the Golden Girls were widowed…Dorothy was divorced but even with a jerk for an ex, she still liked men. We can’t choose, we’re wired how we’re wired…blue eyes, brown hair, tall or not—gay or straight.

If you could change it, would you? I know plenty of women with evil ex-husbands who might prefer to fall in love with their best friend…no risk of pregnancy. Double the wardrobe…

Don’t think about the sex part…just think if you’d been dealt the opposite orientation. Probably isn’t comfortable. Then again, some people are bisexual…in the middle of that sexy spectrum. That can be harder still. People like labels and categories. It gives us the illusion of control. But in the end, it doesn’t matter (unless you want to date that person in question…then their sexual orientation does matter).

The bottom line is…We can’t change who we are. But we can support equality for all. Two men together is hot! Two women together is hot! Reading either types of stories doesn’t change who you are. We can like all sorts of stories…

Being June and Pride month…I hope everyone comes out in favor of marriage equality! And, like the Golden Girls often did…try something new. It’ll give you something to talk about with your friends over cheesecake!

*****

Blurb:

Kate Pacinelli has been infatuated with fellow flight attendant Stephanie Carlson for months. While Kate is out, Steph’s preferences are a mystery. The former cheerleader has a complicated, bisexual past.

It’s a smooth ride for both women until a rough landing shakes them up and changes their relationship.

Hot sex in private doesn’t translate to the public relationship Kate is looking for. She’s fallen for women afraid to come out before and won’t have her heart toyed with again. When Steph avoids conversations and labels with expert seduction, Kate refuses to play closet games. Steph will have to come out or risk losing Kate for good.

A Romantica® lesbian erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Available from:
Amazon UK
Amazon US
Barnes & Noble

*****

Author Links:

http://www.cheryldragon.com
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http://cheryldragon.blogspot.com/

Steel Horses and Hot Women by Annabeth Leong (@annabethleong)

by | Jun 5, 2014 | | 5 Comments

Heated Leather LoverI’ll never forget the first time I got on a motorcycle. The noise rushed through me, filling me with the sort of adrenaline I get as part of a frenzied concert crowd. The speed and maneuverability made me feel at one with the road. And the rumble between the legs—well, it was like sitting on an industrial-strength vibrator while riding a roller coaster.

It only took one ride to turn me on to the reasons some people go crazy for women on bikes.

To my great regret, I’ve never learned to operate a motorcycle myself, though I hope to someday. My experience riding as a passenger taught me plenty, though, and when Ellora’s Cave put out a call for its Hot Pink series—stories of lesbian erotic romance—it didn’t take long for me to envision Tam, a smoking hot butch on a steel horse, and Yasmin, the woman who can’t get enough of her.

 

Excerpt:

Tam rode faster than she should have, but it was hard to hold back with Yasmin’s soft warmth nestled against her. She sped out of town and onto the coastal highway, accelerating until the wind cooled her despite the heat Yasmin inspired.

Day began to transition to night. Sunlight slanted sideways, transforming the dull, flat landscape into something honey-dipped and full of possibility. Yasmin worked her delicate fingers under Tam’s leather jacket, then under her shirt, lightly stroking Tam’s stomach. Tam liked the way Yasmin felt but worried about her ability to operate the motorcycle under her influence. She laid a hand over Yasmin’s in warning and the exploring fingers stilled. They remained in place against Tam’s bare skin, though, impossible to ignore. Butterflies gathered in Tam’s stomach, on the other side of her skin from those delicious fingers.

Tam clenched her jaw, doing her best to stay cool. She steered the bike with familiar expertise, making it roar, then purr. She imagined doing the same to Yasmin, working the other woman’s clit with just such a knowing touch, drawing the right noises at the right time from those big, soft lips and making her back arch with pleasure. The bike’s seat vibrated under her crotch, steadily increasing her awareness of her arousal. She hoped it affected Yasmin in exactly the same way.

They rode farther south, ocean waves crashing against the beach to their left. Water gripped at land and flailed against it, making Tam think of tangled legs and pounding rhythms. She took a deep breath and pulled the bike over onto the shoulder.

“Why are we stopping?” Yasmin’s coy tone of voice told Tam she knew damn well.

Tam looked over her shoulder at her breathtaking companion, almost afraid to let her gaze land full-force on the other woman. “Where do you want to do this?” Desire almost choked off the words.

Yasmin responded with a blissful smile. “Anywhere.”

 

Blurb:

When Tam Bouie rides into town on her motorcycle, she finds the welcoming committee of her dreams. In a bar called Issues, the beautiful femme Yasmin Miller seems to have been waiting for a butch on a steel horse to sweep her off her feet.

Yasmin has a serious fetish for women in leather and isn’t afraid to go after what she wants—until she discovers that Tam isn’t just passing through. Convinced that their town is too small for the explosive love affair that threatens to ignite, and the possible fallout if it goes sour, Yasmin drops Tam as quickly as she picked her up.

Tam, however, doesn’t give up easily, and Yasmin’s resolutions to stay away from her won’t mean a thing if she can’t resist the sexy butch’s heated leather love.

A Romantica® lesbian erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave, part of the Hot Pink series.

Buy Links:
Amazon US
Amazon UK
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Bio:

Annabeth Leong has written erotica of many flavors. She loves shoes, stockings, cooking and excellent bass lines. She always keeps a new e-book loaded on her phone and a paperback stashed in her purse, but her eyes are still bigger than her stomach whenever she visits a bookseller. She blogs at annabethleong.blogspot.com, and tweets @AnnabethLeong . Watch for her next contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave, Turn Back Time.

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Amazing City Nights: One Night in Boise (@authortroy)

by | Jun 2, 2014 | | 0 Comments

I’m a suspense-thriller writer. It’s where I live, my writer happy place. I’ve written in other genres, and will continue to. But erotic romance? Please. Not even on my radar…

Wait a second. Is that a challenge? Not a triple dog dare, but when it comes to writing, you almost never have to pull that card on me. And there’s never anything wrong with a sub-genre.

You mean I could write an erotic suspense thriller, where romance and sex is vital to the story, set in a city of my choosing? Well when you put it that way, I’m in.

And One Night in Boise was born. The writing was surprisingly easy. After all, if you are doing it right, sex is thrilling. There should be some suspense involved. Add a detective, a crime, a rebellious teenage son with something to prove and you have a Troy Lambert story wrapped in a slightly different package.  The idea came to me almost fully formed by the first line:

“It’s a dangerous game we play.”

I read some erotica to get a flavor for the genre. Tough research, I know, but it had to be done. I read work by Lucy Felthouse, C. Margery Kempe, and others. Good writing is good writing, no matter what the genre or subject. I admit, I admire these ladies, and I wanted to write something even worthy of being in the same category as their work.

Because this isn’t just about One Night in Boise. It’s about One Night in Paris, One Night in Rome, One Night in New Orleans, One Night in San Francisco, and even more to follow. It’s about the City Nights Series from Tirgearr Publishing.

Boise is just the beginning, the first of an exciting, exotic trip around the world. So go ahead. Experience One Night in Boise, an erotic thriller. But don’t stop there. Journey with us around the world.

Stay tuned.

*****
Detective Derek Marshek and his wife Cheri like to play games. It’s not that they don’t have a great sex life, but Cheri came up with the idea to keep things even spicier. Suddenly, events at the Seven Bells Motel reveal she may have had other motives.

Their son Alex, now in college and seeking to escape the shadow of his father has a new girlfriend. In their efforts to find privacy, he is drawn back into his parents’ lives, and sees a new side of Susie. Could she be the one?

On this night in Boise, will lives be ruined, hearts be broken? One thing is certain. It’s a dangerous game they all play.

Available from:
Amazon UK
Amazon US
Smashwords

*****

Troy LambertTroy began his writing life at a very young age, penning the as yet unpublished George and the Giant Castle at age six. He grew up in Southern Idaho, and after many adventures including a short stint in the US Army and a diverse education, Troy returned to Idaho, and currently resides in Boise.

Troy works as a freelance writer, researcher, and editor. He writes historical site characterization reports for those performing remediation on former resource extraction sites, software instruction and help guides, and edits the research of others as well. His true passion is writing dark, psychological thrillers. His work includes Broken Bones, a collection of his short stories, Redemptionthe first in the Samuel Elijah Johnson Series, Temptation the sequel to Redemption, along with the horror Satanarium, co-authored with Poppet, a brilliant author from South Africa and published by Wild Wolf Publishing. Stray Ally, was published March 4th by Tirgearr Publishing and an erotic thriller novella, Night in Boise, a part of the City Nights series also by Tirgearr Publishing is available as of May 27th. The final in the Samuel Elijah Johnson Series, Confession will be published June 30th.

In addition, Troy was nominated this year in the Idaho Statesman’s Best of Treasure Valley for the honor of Author of the Year.

Troy lives with his wife of twelve years, two of his five children and two very talented dogs. He is a skier, cyclist, hiker, fisherman, hunter, and a terrible beginning golfer.

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Words From the Lube King… (@givelube)

by | May 30, 2014 | | 0 Comments

IMG_2041Hi folks.  My name’s Nigel and I’m the M.D. of a company called Give Pleasure Products.  Until 3 years ago I had a relatively ‘normal’ career with a property business.  But my very first ever experience with lube ended up changing that and my sex life forever.

I can’t actually remember how we came by our first bottle of lube.  It was a bottle of lube from a very well-known brand and had a very cherry flavour. It wasn’t exactly the best experience we’d had and I’m surprised it didn’t put me off lube forever.  We liked the flavour but the stickiness that it left behind was horrendous.

But instead of ending the use of a, well, crap product my entrepreneurial brain told me that surely we could do better than that. My thoughts were corroborated when I visited a local Tesco and found that that was the only brand that people could buy. It shocked me that mainstream shopping consumers had no choice options.  It also shocked me that a large company could make such a poor product and that major retailers buy it from them. Just because a company is large, it doesn’t mean that they have the best products or even the best ideas, clearly.

show1After a world-wide search of cosmetic and lubricant manufacturers (and lots of enjoyable testing!), in Germany we found what we believe to be the best lubricant manufacturer on the planet. The CEO of which was the original inventor silicone lube.  After visiting the factory and discussing our plans it was clear to us, with these quality products, their pedigree and pioneering approach this was the obvious and only choice for us to make. A few months later Give Lube was born.  I’d always been a giver in relationships and believe that you get what you put into your relationships, so giving became the very heart of our brand ethos.

Cutting a very long story shorter I’ll let you know why I now love lube and how you can benefit from this great, incredibly versatile intimate consumable.

After an unpleasant experience with our very first try with lube I now classify lube as a sex toy in it’s own right.  It is not just to solve sexual dryness.  It is the easiest and most economical way of adding more fun to your sex life.  It’s the versatile, essential sex accessory that can be used with and without sex toys, on your own or with partners, for countless situations and encounters.

show7Giving, with the endless uses of give lube, strengthens the bond between lovers and creates intense orgasms. Giving orgasms makes you feel powerful. The more you give, the more powerful and confident you feel, the greater lover you show that you are, the more desired you are and the more adored you are.  Give and you will also receive.  The more you give, the more you’ll receive!

We don’t always use lube.  Sometimes we have sex with lube.  Sometimes we have sex with a toy and lube.  Sometimes we use nothing. Sex is about variety and there really are endless combinations of pleasure that you can have!

With lube I love the different sensations each can give you. Water-based lube is a great all-rounder and can be used for everything; with sex toys, vaginal, oral, anal, masturbation.  Silicone lube gives a more luxurious glide quality and, unlike water-based lube which will eventually dry out due to the water content starting to evaporate, is extremely long-lasting and will last as long as you do!

Flavoured lubes can still be used for intercourse but they’re generally to add a bit of fun to oral sex, or to disguise the taste of your partner if you find that off-putting. Our own flavoured lubes are called Oral Pleasure Gels.  The directions for use are to drizzle on your partner and give generously, then pass the bottle over!

Lube is an absolute must for anal sex.  There is no natural lubricant produced there so a good thick water based lube or silicone lube is essential to ease penetration and provide a wonderful, lubricated glide quality.

For clitoral stimulation, lads don’t just pounce on what is the most sensitive part of a woman’s body.  The clitoris does not produce it’s own natural lubrication and, for some women, natural vaginal lubrication won’t be produced until the clitoris has been stimulated. To solve this problem just add a few drops of lube to your fingertips before gently caressing her.  She is sure to thank you for it.

Don’t forget the balls! This is a personal favourite of mine. This area of the body produces high levels of arousal and sexual satisfaction.  Lube up those (make sure they’re shaven) balls, then drag your finger tips and even your nails, gently over the skin. Include the shaft in the action and the sexual tension starts to go through the roof. This lube use technique really produces a very intense orgasm.

There are numerous lube-use tips on our website at www.givepleasure.co.uk. Perhaps I should write to the customer service dept at the well-known lube and condom brand and thank them for producing a poor product. It’s helped us create our own high quality, award winning brand.  It’s personally improved our sex lives and our orgasms. Sex with my partner Emma gets better year by year and, luckily for me, she also gets naughtier and naughtier!

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