New Release: Angel Laird Vampire Wife by Suz De Mello

by | Oct 20, 2012 | | 0 Comments

Angel Laird Vampire WifeEdgar, Laird MacReiver, had never regretted his decision to wed Isobel, daughter of Clan Kilburn’s laird…until she bit his tongue and drank his blood. Will tying her hands, spanking her rump and making her come tame the wild child of the infamous vampire clan?

Or are some women too dangerous to tame?

Available from:

http://tinyurl.com/VampireWife  (USA)

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Angel-Vampire-Kilburn-Vampires-ebook/dp/B009PUR0F4/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1350417531&sr=1-1       (UK)

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*****

Chapter One

Kilburn Castle, Scotland

1766

Some said that Edgar, Laird MacReiver, had made a deal with the devil. And not just an ordinary deal, for he’d agreed to marry the devil’s daughter.

Lacking a superstitious cast of mind, he’d never regretted his decision to ally with Clan Kilburn until this moment. Atop the battlements, he disregarded the noontime sun glittering over the sea, the fresh spring breeze off the water and the white clouds scudding through the sky. Instead, he watched the scene below him.

Down in the castle courtyard, a young woman struggled with a horse. Not just any young woman. She’d been betrothed to him before her birth. And not just any horse. Isobel, now eighteen, grasped the bridle of Ranger, a buckskin stallion, the pride and joy of Edgar’s heart.

She wrestled with a reluctant Ranger before swinging long legs clad in trews over the steed’s back. Clinging to his mane, she somehow kept her seat while the stallion curvetted and spun. Her hat flew off and her braid loosened, the black hair whipping ‘round as Ranger sought to dislodge her.

Another neigh and a leap before the horse dashed out of the open gate. His hooves clattered on the drawbridge as he galloped over the moat. Isobel clung to his back like a flea unwilling to give up its perch on a dog.

“I ordered her not to ride Ranger,” Edgar said with some disbelief and more resentment. “He’s too big for her. And he’s young, not quite broken. The only rider he tolerates is me.”

“Our Isobel is a bold horsewoman.” Kieran Kilburn cocked a dark brow at Edgar. “She doesna like to admit that there’s a steed on this earth that she canna master.”

Though nearing his fiftieth year, the Kilburn chieftain hadn’t sprouted even one gray hair. No wrinkles marred his smooth, unusually white skin, save those that were the product of his constant smile. All the Kilburns shared the same traits: tall and strong, with midnight black hair and eyes. In comparison Edgar often had felt like a little white mouse, at least until he grew and the lassies started to take an interest in his fair hair and blue eyes. Then he’d realized that his different looks were an advantage.

An advantage, that is, with everyone but Isobel.

“She obeys you.” The wind loosened the leather thong tying Edgar’s hair at the nape. He tightened it. “Why not me?”

Kier’s eyes twinkled. “She obeys me, laddie, because I punish her when she does not.”

“May I borrow your Dash?” Frowning, Edgar turned to descend into the courtyard with Kieran following.

“Aye, but don’t count on Dash to catch his son.”

“We’ll do our best. Thank you, sir.” He handed his blue jacket to a guard and mounted the buckskin. “I go now to find my bride. I hope she’ll return suitably chastened.”

With a shrug, Kier folded his arms over his chest. “Ye ken what ye have to do.”

* * * * *

Edgar caught up with Isobel and Ranger in the forest. The horse now ambled rather than raced, the trees bordering the meadow surrounding the castle having slowed his flight. Edgar eased Dash into a walk and splashed through a brook while watching Ranger manage Isobel.

The stallion apparently decided that he no longer would tolerate even Isobel’s light weight and proceeded to use a low-hanging branch to scrape her off. She landed flat on her back with a grunt. Ranger headed toward the stream and the new green grass beside it, thank the gods, instead of trampling the silly wench under his hooves.

Her laughter could be heard even from several yards away. “La! What a ride! I’ll tame that mount yet.” She sat up and rubbed her back.

Still on horseback, Edgar towered over her. “The only mount who needs taming is you. No harm done, milady?” He was pleased that he kept a mild tone of voice, because inside he was seething.

“None.” She smiled up at him, her black eyes twinkling through the curtain of her lashes.

Bewitching, but he hardened his heart, determined that he’d not be led by the nose. He didn’t like managing females, and if he allowed her to rule him now, she’d rule him forever. “Whatever possessed you to steal Ranger?”

“I didn’t steal Ranger. I borrowed him.”

“Against my express wishes. If your clumsiness has harmed him, Isobel—”

“My clumsiness?” She leapt to her feet.

He gave her a long, cool stare before turning away. He chirruped to Ranger, who raised his head from the sweet grass by the stream. Still chewing, he walked sedately to Edgar.

He dismounted to caress his horse’s forehead before running his hands along the neck and body. Something hot and red billowed in Isobel’s chest. What was it? ‘Twas the same uncomfortable feeling she got when her younger brothers or sisters claimed too much of their parents’ attention. The same horrible emotion that overcame her when other lassies dared to flirt with Edgar…which happened more frequently than she liked.

Jealousy.

She was jealous of the attention Edgar was giving to a horse. A horse.

Bloody hell.

Removing his gloves, Edgar slid expert fingers up and down each of Ranger’s legs, paying particular attention to the delicate fetlocks.

She wondered how those long, tanned, strong fingers would feel if he touched her. When he finally touched her. So far he’d kept his distance even though they were affianced, a fact which she both liked and resented.

He straightened with a sigh. “No harm done. You were lucky this time, my girl.”

“Your girl? Since when am I your girl?”

He led the horse back to the stream and dropped the reins.  Ranger drank placidly. Standing in the water with tail a’swish, he seemed completely unlike the wild beast she’d sought to tame. Dash joined him.

Edgar eyed the horses, then eyed her. “You’ve been mine since before you were born.”

“I mislike your manner, sir. I am yet unmarried. I belong to no man.”

“You belong to me.” He returned, looming over her, tall and blond and impossibly beautiful. The Angel Laird, the lassies called him. Well, they could have him.

“I willna be ordered. I willna be treated as though I’m a possession.”

He took her by the shoulders. “But you are.”

His mouth descended on hers while one hand seized the back of her head, holding her fast. She couldna resist, and didna want to, for she’d yearned for this moment.

*****

Suz De MelloBest-selling, award-winning author Sue Swift, a.k.a Suz deMello, has written over fifteen novels, plus several short stories and non-fiction articles. She writes in numerous genres including romance, mystery, paranormal, historical, contemporary comedy and erotica. She’s a freelance editor who’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Ai Press, Liquid Silver Books and Etopia Press. She also takes on private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in PW, Kirkus and Booklist, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, she resides in northern California. Her passion is world travel, and she’s left the US over a dozen times, including stints working overseas for many months. Right now, she’s working on her next manuscript and planning her next trip.

Her blog is at http://www.fearlessfastpacedfiction.com. Find her reading picks @ReadThis4fun on Twitter, and befriend her on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/SueSwift ). Her sites are at http://www.sue-swift.com and http://www.suzdemello.com.

New Release: Bound by Blood by Catriana Sommers

by | Sep 30, 2012 | | 0 Comments

Bound by BloodBOUND BY BLOOD

CATRIANA SOMMERS

Available from:
Silver Publishing

Rioran is a Kass’na’vah, king of a magical race, and his kingdom has been frozen by Olde Magick. Along with his brother Viron, the only known survivor of the attack, he travels across Meedia looking for leads to these mysterious practitioners of an eons-dead magic.

Their quest hits a snag when Rioran meets his lifemate, a dying seven-year-old vampire noble named Liari Varian. To save her life, he gives her his blood, binding himself to her. Now he’s stuck, physically incapable of leaving her, forced to watch from the sidelines until she comes of age and he can continue the search to free his people.

The world doesn’t remain idle while he waits, however. Tensions between races are building, war is brewing, and behind it all is a mysterious organization bent on eliminating all magic in the world.

CONTENT ADVISORIES: This title is erotica; it is not a romance title. This title contains both MF and MM sexual situations.

*****

Excerpt:

I am surrounded by incompetence.

Kien Varian reluctantly waved away the two voluptuous women sitting on either side of him. They flashed him pouty looks as he blew them apologetic kisses. Their hips swayed seductively as they quietly exited his social room.

The playful expression on his face morphed into an icy mask. Warm amber eyes, turned cold and predatory. Before him, a Mixed male kneeled on one of his fur rugs, one fist pressed firmly to the ground.

“Markus Lotros.” Crossing his legs, Kien raised a well-manicured hand to stroke his goatee thoughtfully. “Care to repeat those words?”

The messenger winced despite the pleasant tone. “I saw the heir leave her party moments ago… with Lord Larian. I had heard you wished not to be disturbed, but the young master instructed I come to you.”

Kien blinked and the stroking stopped. “Young master? Ah, you mean Eris.” Eris Lotros, heir to the strongest clan in the vampire community. A bit older than the birthday girl tonight by a few years, but his interest was obvious. A good match, if any were worthy of his little Lili.

If she survives.

“Yes, Lord Kien.” Markus’s head remained lowered out of respect and fear. Even being from another clan, there were few who could claim ignorance concerning Kien’s capricious behavior.

Fortunately, the vampire lord had other things on his mind. “Guardian?” he queried.

“Her whereabouts are unknown.”

Right. Of course Reila couldn’t be found. Had Alik listened to him and put a pureblood in charge of protecting Liari, Larian’s obvious ploy would have been less likely to succeed. The last of the Ancient’s resources and abilities had gone into ensuring the heir’s conception; a replacement would not be forthcoming.

“Be grateful your prince is an only child.” Kien finally stood from his plush red sofa, straightening his ruffled blouse. He blew out an exasperated sigh, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in a futile attempt to thwart an oncoming headache. “Do you know where they were headed, Guardian? Stand up, man. I swear I won’t unleash my crazy on you.”

Buy Link:

https://spsilverpublishing.com/product_book_info/coming-soon-c-2/products_id/892/

*****

About Catriana

I live in a beautiful hilly town in the state of Washington. I have a wonderful husband and two cute dogs who are huge parts of my life. I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember, and I cannot imagine my life without it. I’m a fantasy/romance author, but I love reading Sci-fi/Fantasy, high fantasy, romance, and I’ve recently delved more heavily into steampunk.

I’ve been a published author since 2011. When I’m not writing, I’m procrastinating on websites like tumblr and roleplaying forums, I’m out and about learning the local area, or I’m playing video games. I’ve won National Novel Writing Month for two consecutive years and hoping to make 2012 my third.

Where to find Catriana:

Website: http://www.catriana.net
Blog: http://catrianasmuse.blogspot.com
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/Catriana_S
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/catriana.sommers

Guest Blog: Slave Nano

by | Sep 24, 2012 | | 0 Comments

The Dark Ages. What Dark Ages?

They used to be called The Dark Ages and are still thought as such by many people but the interpretation of the Anglo-Saxon period of history has been revised and is now general recognised as being nothing of the kind.

For many years the heroic Anglo-Saxon tale Beowulf was considered to be just that – a tale about Scandanavian kingdoms that bore little relation to how people in Anglo-Saxon England lived their lives.

Then, in 1938, the Sutton Hoo ship burial was discovered.  The penny dropped.  The tales about hoards of gold, magnificent swords, decorated helmets and the exchange of golden rings were found to actually be an accurate description of the culture of the age.  Anglo-Saxon kings really did have hoards of this amazing stuff.

Then of course the Staffordshire Hoard was discovered in a farmer’s field a few years ago and re-enforced this.  The Anglo-Saxon’s were shown to have huge wealth, trading links to the outside world and the skilled craftsmen to fashion magnificent objects.  I had the privilege to see the Staffordshire Hoard when it first went on display in Stoke Museum.  I had to queue about 2 hours to get in as it had caught people’s imaginations so much but it was worth every minute for the privilege of seeing these wondrous artefacts.

So, when archaeologist Sam in my story shows Dan photographs of the things found in a burial mound and describes the source for the gold, amber and garnet, all of that is accurate. The gold would most likely have been coins from Byzantium, traded across Europe and then melted down to fashion ceremonial objects and jewellery.

So, to have Cyneburh, my own Pagan Sorceress, dripping with gold shoulder clasps, rings and jewellery would have been pretty realistic. Alhfrith’s sword with its garnet encrusted pommel in the shape of a horse’s head and Cyneburh’s sceptre mounted with a golden stag and other objects described in the story are all inspired by the real finds from Sutton Hoo and the Staffordshire Hoard.

Story blurb

The Pagan SorceressIf you’re looking for an erotic read this Halloween then check out Slave Nano’s new release ‘The Pagan Sorceress’.  The action takes place on Samhain as archaeology student Sam sets out to re-enact a Pagan burial ceremony.

If the author of the Anglo-Saxon heroic tale Beowulf did erotica what might it have sounded like?  That’s the challenge author Slave Nano has set himself in his newly released novella ‘The Pagan Sorceress’, partly set in the Anglo-Saxon era.

Sam is about to carry out a strange experiment.  She is an archaeology student specialising in reconstructive archaeology and her idea is to recreate an Anglo-Saxon pagan burial ceremony.  It’s Samhain eve and the night of a full moon so it’s the perfect time to carry out such a ritual.  She enlists the help of her friend, Dan, and together they go off to the site of a burial mound where wonderful swords and sceptres were excavated many years ago.

A travelling story teller is at the court of a Saxon king.  He recites the tale of two soul-entwined lovers from an earlier, more chaotic, period when king’s warred amongst each other.  He tells the tragic tale of Cyneburh, Pagan sorceress and daughter of the mighty Pagan king Penda and Alhfrith, son of Athelwald the king of Deira, her hero-warrior lover and betrothed.  The two kings have formed a mighty political and religious alliance but, more than that, the young woman and man have forged a passionate union of their own.  But this new alliance has enemies and before their wedding night is over there will be a tragic outcome.  As King Penda stands at the edge of their burial chamber he invokes a curse of vengeance against the murderous act perpetrated against him.  But, how many years will it take before he is finally avenged?

As Sam stands on top of the burial mound dressed as an Anglo-Saxon pagan priestess with Dan at her side, is she aware of what ancient powers she will invoke as their lives become entwined with those of Cyneburh and Alhfrith from many centuries ago?  Will the pagan king’s oath of vengeance be fulfilled?  Will the souls of the two lovers be finally released?

Story extract

……Sam pulled out some colour photographs from her notes. Dan gasped.

“Yeah, now this is incredible isn’t?  Fuck all the ‘Dark Ages’ stuff these guys were skilled craftsmen and they traded stuff in from all over Europe and beyond – gold from Egypt, lapis lazuli from one cave in Afghanistan, amber from Russia and, get this, tests on the stones in that sword show the garnet came from a single site in India.”

Dan was now caught up in the maelstrom of Sam’s enthusiasm for the subject and he couldn’t help but be amazed at the photos spread out before him; golden buckles and clasps in intricate geometric patterns inlaid with precious stones, rings fashioned in the shape of serpents and dragons, a ceremonial golden helmet and decorated shield and the two outstanding objects, a sword with a golden pommel in the shape of a horse’s head and set with stones of dark red garnet and a golden sceptre surmounted with a beautifully wrought stag’s head.

“Most of the barrows had standard domestic stuff – bowls, pins, broaches but one burial mound threw up this remarkable stuff.  These objects must have belonged to Anglo-Saxon royalty or at the very least an incredibly wealthy and powerful thane.  Historians have speculated over who might have been buried in the mound – a king or member of a royal family or, from the symbolism of the artefacts, some pagan priestess….

Buy links:

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*****

Author Bio

Slave Nano is a writer of erotic paranormal and fantasy stories with bdsm and fetish themes.  He has had short stories and novellas published by Xcite Books and House of Erotica.  His first erotic novel, ‘Adventures in Fetishland’, was published by Xcite in March 2012.

You can find out more about him and his writing at http://www.slavenano.co.uk

Guest Blog: Harry Blue

by | Sep 13, 2012 | | 0 Comments

Just because I’m in my mid 60s doesn’t mean that I’ve forgotten about sex

Indeed, the older you get, in my case, the more I think about the enjoyment of it, the fulfilment, the excitement, the satisfaction. So that means that I can re-live what I used to be able to do, with the reader benefiting from my experience.

That’s why when I sat down to write Hot Vegas, I wanted it to be a suspense book with sex, as well as a sex book with suspense. They go hand in hand in Hot Vegas, just like laughter  belongs in a successful sit-com. The humour is in the situation, the sex in Hot Vegas is a result of the characters. They have to belong together, otherwise the reader won’t enjoy the narrative.

It’s great for me, in a way, because I have experienced a lot in my life, either first hand or by knowing that they occur, so a lot of these experiences are shared in Hot Vegas. No, I have never won the lottery (yet) but I can imagine what it would be like to win a large sum. But yes, I have been to Vegas, and I have stayed in top hotels around the world, experiencing the high standards expected when you spend large sums of money on luxury. No, I’m not going to tell you if the wife and I have ever fucked in a huge private swimming pool, with her giving me oral sex while I kept myself afloat, neither am I going to tell you if she went knickerless so was prepared to lift her dress when it was just the two of us in a lift, going to the penthouse suite, with me erect as usual, slipping effortlessly into her ever willing love box but insufficient time before the doors opened for me to come. Which I did in the apartment. But I am not going to tell you about us doing any of that. You will have to imagine the two main characters, Prudence and Jeff, fucking in these ways.

As well as many others.

They also have problems with the Mafia during their holiday of a lifetime, because Jeff is mistaken for the drug running courier with an Australian rock band. The FBI are on hand to ensure that all’s well that ends well, but in the meantime there’s quite a few deaths, Jeff is captured and held over the Grand Canyon while the goodies and baddies work out whose side he’s on, so by the time that they’ve recovered, they are ready for some relaxation. There’s a blackjack tournament that they have entered, big money jackpot, which they can afford because while in Vegas they have also been winning on the tables. They both love to play blackjack, so it’s only natural that they should continue with their playing. Do they win the jackpot? You will have to read Hot Vegas to find out.

I am writing a series of ‘Hot’ books, and the next one is called Hot Hits. This is about a contract hit woman who likes to get her revenge. But it starts with Roger, a 21 year old hunk who’s looking after his parent’s small hotel while they are away on holiday. Roger isn’t wearing much, as he is making beds and preparing the rooms for the next occupants. He’s all hot and sweaty as he makes the worst hotelier mistake – walks into a bedroom without knocking. Coming out of the shower wearing nothing but a towel is a sex hungry cougar, who doesn’t want to waste the opportunity of fucking a very willing big prick with stamina. When she’s finished with Roger, he is well fucked.

He meets up with Sue, who plays the trumpet in a local seaside silver band. Her lips have had many years practising with her instrument, so Roger’s instrument gains the benefit. Her band has been taken over by people smuggling crooks, who are also involved with Club Sadist, where people are strung up on stage to be tortured for the entertainment of the audience. Then killed. Roger is the last victim of Club Sadist. Who saves him? There’s a twist in the tale.

The next book is Hot MILF. I am writing that one now, so it should be ready soon.

*****

Hot Vegas‘Soft Lips’ Prudence checks her lottery ticket in bed, and the noise she makes takes Jeff ‘Sex Machine’s attention away from the soccer results. Fulham have drawn again. They celebrate by making love, and then it’s off to Las Vegas first class for the holiday of a lifetime. Luxury all the way. But Jeff is mistaken for an Australian mobster, as they make love in a hotel lift, and a private box in a theatre, and their own intimate pool, and….Pop stars, the Mafia, and the FBI are all involved as we tour the gambling capital of the world, culminating in the biggest black jack gambling tournament to be held off the famous Strip.

Hot Vegas is available from Amazon UK, Amazon US, All Romance eBooks, Barnes & Noble and all other good eBook retailers.

*****

Harry Blue

I write under the name Harry Blue, because that’s what I write – Blue.

It’s all romantic, full blown, one on one sex, with a good story to go with the erotica. A hero, a heroine, danger, suspense, everything’s in my books, all starting with the word Hot.

The reality is that I am a happily married man in my mid 60s, one daughter, three grand daughters, living on the south coast, dealing in antiques and a sight-seeing guide when I am not writing erotic novels.

I have been writing for thirty years, mainly comedy, so you can find out a lot more about me on www.harrythewriter.com

Guest Blog: Blak Rayne

by | Sep 11, 2012 | | 1 Comment

The Best OVA

First, I’d like to thank Lucy for having me at her blog today! Thanks so much!

This article is dedicated strictly to OVAs, and graphic novels, which are another forever-growing part of the Japanese anime/manga industry. There isn’t anything new about OVAs, or graphic novels, both have been around for decades. OVA means ‘original video animation’ (not the plural for ovum), it is an animated movie released as ‘direct-to-video’, which translates the movie hasn’t had prior theatrical or TV viewings. A graphic novel is a narrative work where the story is presented to the reader through art in either an experimental design or a traditional comic format. These novels have plots that range from romantic to action and every genre in between. I like to call the GN a fancy-shmansy comic book. LOL It’s like taking LOTR, and cutting all the description out, add basic dialogue then pump the images up on steroids. Yeah that works!

My awakening happened in 1998. I was surfing through the Internet on a friend’s computer (because I didn’t have one of my own) when I happened to come across these unbelievable Japanese anime pictures. I’ve been into anime since childhood, and I’d seen some Yaoi images, but nothing quite like Ai no

Kusabi. It was love at first sight. The story and characters were amazing, and I was instantly hooked. This was the very first yaoi OVA that I watched. After downloading every picture I could find, I took an interest in writing yaoi-based novels, which was a departure from my usual fantasy, sci-fi, and fiction writing.

As an artist myself, I find Japanese anime/manga to be unique, beautiful, and unparalleled in the animation world. To this day Ai no Kusabi remains my favourite yaoi. Iason Mink and Riki are gorgeous. In my opinion the art work in the original OVA is the best and the new OVA (released in 2009) doesn’t quite do the characters justice.

Written by Rieko Yoshihara, Ai no Kusabi, which has several English translations, ‘Wedge of Interval’ or ‘Love’s Wedge’ is a sci-fi drama. The central characters are Iason Mink (seme/blond) and Riki (uke/dark). These two men meet by fate, and Iason, though considered above the slum dog, Riki, ends up falling for the young man. Of course, the sex is borderline abusive in the beginning, but that soon fades. These two men have quite the history together as you discover later, and their relationship seems to be in constant peril spanning a long period of time. Soon as they reach some type of understanding, and Riki begins to accept the love that he holds for Iason, someone tries to destroy their relationship. If you’re looking for humour, a huge climax, or maybe a happy ending, move on my friend. This story doesn’t have any of those qualities. Ai no Kusabi is dark, dramatic, and bitterly sad. Believe me, I cried at the end. But that isn’t to say the story is poorly written. ANK just doesn’t have a happily-ever-after, which is rare but remains true to the original yaoi guidelines. The very first Japanese homoerotic stories didn’t have happy endings. Most were filled with angst, and if you’re a yaoi fan you know exactly what I mean. LOL

When I first discovered this yaoi, no one had heard of it–well Western culture knew little of the Japanese yaoi world at that time anyway. Now, things have changed with the spread of the Internet. There are over 99,000 websites dedicated to, or have pictures/write-ups, or mention Ai no Kusabi. Yes, I said 99,000–unbelievable isn’t it? The author, Ms. Rieko Yoshihara, passed away, and wherever she is, I’m sure she’s thrilled with the success of her novel. If you’re interested in learning more about this yaoi, the first website is totally awesome, one of the best I’ve ever come across, and I’ve come across quite a few! LOL Ai no Kusabi has graphic sex, gorgeous characters, realistic plot, and sad ending; the story sticks to its yaoi roots.

Happy Yaoi Hunting!

Blak Rayne

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Filthy Friday: Slave Nano

by | Aug 31, 2012 | | 1 Comment

This is the third blog post in a series I’m hosting to give readers an insight into the stories in erotic anthology, Smut by the Sea.

Say a big hello to Slave Nano!

Random musings on ice cream!

First up, can I thank Lucy for inviting me onto her web site to contribute to her series of ‘Filthy Friday’ blogs offered by authors of the ‘Smut by the Sea’ anthology.

My contribution to ‘Smut by the Sea’ is a story called ‘One Scoop or Two?’ and, yes, you’ve guessed, it features a lot of ice cream…and an equal portion of oral sex too!

‘Danatoni’s’, the ice cream parlour in my story is based on my childhood memories of another ice cream parlour, ‘Morelli’s’ in Broadstairs, a seaside town in the south east of the UK, also famous for its association with a rather more illustrious writer, Charles Dickens.  I love ice cream.  When I read through my story and came to the description of the character Darren, ”stood, goggle-eyed and drooling, gazing at the ice cream looking like a pervert let loose in the red light district of Amsterdam” I suddenly realised, oh my god, that’s me, I do that!  Darren returns with his girlfriend, Keeley, to the ice cream parlour he remembers from his childhood and that’s where the fun really starts.

These days you can get a cornucopia of varieties of ice cream and exotic flavours.  But back when I was growing up in the early 1960s there was no such choice.  There was the ice cream van selling ‘Mr Whippy’ (tee-hee, a name that has amusing connotations for a writer of BDSM erotica!), which came down the road I lived with its ‘Greensleeves’ jingle.  Now, what is it about ‘Greensleeves’ and ice cream vans?  What marketing man dreamed up the idea that, oh let’s play a Tudor ballad, that’ll get the kids flocking in?  The funny thing is it worked, as the sound of the jingle was a call to all the children on the street to rush out and buy a cornet or a strawberry Mivvi.  Aah, Mivvi’s – now there’s the classic ice lolly for you!

But the height of exotic ice cream experience then (this was before the days of those US interlopers Baskin-Robins with their new-fangled blueberry cheesecake ice cream) was a block of Wall’s Neapolitan.  I mean, it had three flavours, all in one block, how good was that?!  I remember that before it settled down into its classic combo of vanilla, strawberry and chocolate an early version had green ice cream, how amazing?  I suppose this was meant to be pistachio though I doubt if it had ever seen a real pistachio nut but it was green, so, hey, that’s ok.. Because of that, and to this very day, my favourite flavour is still pistachio. When I was last in Italy faced with an ice cream parlour in Sam Gimignano (the Tuscan hill-top town with all the towers) with an amazing range of flavours and boasting both that it made the best ice cream in Italy (an awesome claim) and also that Tony Blair frequented it on his many holidays in Tuscany (hmm, not so great a claim) I chose pistachio for that classic Italian gelato experience.

Sorry, I’m digressing.  Now, of course this was why Morelli’s was such an inspiring place for a kid.  Genuine Italian ice cream parlours were a pretty rare occurrence when I was growing up and this one was amazing with a choice of flavours that was mind boggling to a child brought up on Arctic Roll (hands up who remembers that!).  And of course, just like Danatoni’s in my story, Morelli’s made damned fine ice cream! This was clearly one of my formative childhood experiences, which is why I simply had to pay homage to it in my story.  So folks, will it be one scoop or two?

One Scoop or Two?

Keeley’s boyfriend, Darren, had promised to take her on a weekend away.  Anticipating a romantic city break she is disappointed to discover what he has in mind is a trip to a traditional seaside town from his childhood.  But things take a distinctive turn for the better when the couple accidently get themselves locked into an ice cream parlour.  Ice cream sundaes will never be the same again for Keeley!

Story extract

“You’ve been a good boy,” she smiled, “so I think I’m going to treat you to an ice cream.”  She picked a metal scoop up and cast her eyes across the coloured mounds of ice cream, “Hmm, what flavour? I know just the thing, the classic Italian ice cream, pistachio.”

She plunged the scoop into the pastel green mound of ice cream covered with chopped nuts.  She held the scoop over his crotch and looked him in the eye with a wicked gaze and then released the scoop of ice cream onto his cock.  He gasped and wriggled in the chair, gripping tightly onto the arms just as she had done.

“Hmm, I think we’ll have some whipped cream on that,” she said as she squirted oodles of cream from an aerosol can, “and some chocolate sauce,” as she squeezed a stream of syrupy brown sauce onto the ice cream, “oh, and some hundreds and thousands to decorate,” as she took a handful of the multi-coloured sugar strands and sprinkled them over the ice cream and chocolate sauce.

Darren sat there in ecstasy as he looked down on his erect cock smothered in the combination of ice cream, cream, chocolate sauce and sugar strands….

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