BIG NEWS: My second ex is back in my life as of last
Monday, which means I can no longer call him an ex. Yum!
What he told me is he couldn't stop loving me. Even
though he tried. And he couldn't get me out of his heart and head. Even though
he tried. So he's decided to give up the struggle and go with it.
Yay! Color me delightfully shocked.
But everything that's happened in my life since last
Monday (the Harvest Moon Esbat) has been shocking and a harvest of one kind or
another.
All I can say is: "Harvest, come to me, darlin, it's been a helluva year....!"
Okay, back to my love life. This means he and I are exploring our relationship again and making major
whoopee in the Fey realm at night. *lick, lick*
As I've explained to all my best girlfriends....um....I
just can't help myself. The man is an Ancient and the best lover I've ever had
in the Fey realm. And he's full Fey, which means he's GORGEOUS! Let me tell
you right now this Otherkin Fey chick swoons over a full Fey man. Especially
this one. Especially since he's one of my Fey mates.
In the Earth realm he's taught tantra and tantric yoga
for decades. What he can do with is fingers, lips,
tongue, and cock is wicked hot. And this SexWitch is totally addicted to sex
with this very sweet, wonderful man. Yeah, I'm crazy about him again and
totally luuuuuuuust for him 24/7.
Believe it or not, all this drooling is leading into the
subject of this blog post. Really, it is.
In "Call of the Witches" I made Maylene a sorceress.
This she knows. But what she doesn't know is that she's also a sexual
sorceress.
Lots of you have asked me about the hours of incredible sex I have in the Fey realm every night.
Okay, here's an example of how real it feels
in my Earth realm body.
Sit back and enjoy this sexual
sorcery scene from "Call of the Witches," a sizzling erotic romance novel. Now
you know what the SexWitch is doing every night when she flies into the Fey
realm. *lusty wink*
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(an excerpt from "Call of the Witches:
Book Three of the Witchery Series")
CHAPTER 14: Pillow
Talk
Laura Stamps (c) 2008
That
night as she turns out the light in the bathroom and crawls under the quilt on
her bed, Maylene’s thoughts stray to Blaine and their late
lunch.
Blaine
insisted she keep all the food left over from their picnic on the porch, which
consisted of several sandwiches and half the melon balls. She couldn’t refuse, knowing how much he
enjoys cooking for his friends and giving away the harvest from his garden. After he left she put everything in the
refrigerator and washed the plastic containers to return to him
later.
Apollo
meows loudly, jumping up on the bed to nestle in his favorite spot against her
feet. He immediately begins to groom
himself, bumping his head against her foot as he washes his belly.
She
giggles, thinking if Blaine had allowed himself to come inside she could have
washed his plastic containers and given them back to him before he left. On the other hand, he probably wouldn’t have
left. Looks like she’s not the only one
struggling with this crazy sexual attraction they have for one another.
Maylene
sighs, thinking the last few months of her celibacy vow are going to feel longer
than the first twenty-two. Good thing
she didn’t meet this sexy Green Witch last year. She never would have remained celibate.
Instead
Blaine politely declined her second invitation to come in, choosing to remain
out on the porch where it was safer for both of them. He said he would pick up the containers the
next time they see each other, whenever that might be.
“What a
sweet guy,” she murmurs, reaching over to turn off the lamp on the
nightstand. The bedroom is plunged into
darkness, and she pulls the quilt up over her shoulders, wiggling deeper beneath
the sheet.
“We have
so much in common,” she whispers, yawning as she thinks about how they both grew
up in alcoholic families, they’re both Wiccans, and they’ve both had to work
hard to overcome crippling emotional issues like co-dependency. “Noelle was right. For the first time in my life I’m attracted
to a good, decent guy who has no obvious problems. That is an improvement.”
Maylene
yawns again, while Apollo rolls over, dragging himself up to curl behind her
back. After a few minutes she drifts
into a deep, relaxing sleep.
* * *
Later, a
stroking sensation on her back awakens her.
“Stop washing yourself, Apollo,” she scolds sleepily, thinking the tabby
must be bumping her again as he grooms his coat. “You woke me up.”
Moving
away from him, she opens her eyes for a moment, noticing the room is no longer
completely dark. Now a soft glow from
the lamp on the nightstand tosses long shadows across the
room.
“I
thought I turned that light off,” she mumbles, rolling over to check the lamp
and glance at the clock to see how long she’s been asleep.
“Eek! What are you doing in
my bed?” she shrieks.
"Sweetheart, you called me here,” Blaine replies, lying next to
her, his hair loosely fanned across the pillow and spilling over his
shoulders.
“I did
not!” Maylene protests, rising up on her elbow to glare at him, until she
realizes she is no longer wearing a nightgown or panties. She quickly collapses and pulls the sheet up
to her neck. “Yikes!”
Blaine
chuckles. “Relax, Maylene, this is just
a dream.”
He
reaches over and rubs her arm, trying to calm her. With Apollo nowhere in sight she knows it
must have been Blaine who woke her, stroking her back.
“What are
you doing in one of my dreams again?” Maylene asks, trying to sound irritated,
even though her arm tingles delightfully wherever he touches it. When her eyes rest on the soft hair curling
across his chest and the sheet draped over his hips, she realizes he isn’t
wearing anything either, and her breath catches.
“Making
love to you,” Blaine responds, dipping his head to brush his lips lightly across
hers.
“We can’t
make love, because I’m not in love,” she murmurs, enjoying the tenderness of his
lips.
“Maybe
you’re not, sweetheart. But I
am.”
“You
can’t be…” she protests.
“Shh,”
Blaine responds, teasing her lips with his tongue.
“Are you
sure this is a dream?” she asks, hoping it’s true. Heat pours off of him, warming the sheets and
whirling her hormones into a frenzy.
“Positive.”
Maylene
sighs with relief. “Okay, if this is a
dream then I intend to enjoy myself,” she whispers, throwing caution to the wind
and nuzzling his neck, inhaling his earthy scent, that strangely wonderful
fragrance that always clings to him. “No
harm in that, right?”
“Absolutely.” Blaine lifts
her face, weaving his hands through her long scarlet hair as he plunges his
tongue into her mouth, kissing her thoroughly.
Maylene’s
hands slide around his neck. “I’ve
wanted you so badly, Blaine,” she confesses against his lips, pressing her body
to his, feeling the lean muscles of his chest crushing her breasts, his growing
erection teasing her stomach. “It’s
really been difficult.”
“I know,
sweetheart.” Blaine throws back the
covers and gathers her breasts in his hands.
“It’s been tough for me, too.”
Scooting down, he breathes lightly over each one, his warm breath sending
erotic tremors straight to her sex.
Maylene
whimpers and arches her back, moaning with pleasure, while he flicks his tongue
around the hard buds of each nipple, nipping and teasing. Slowly he takes one breast into his mouth,
suckling it deeply before turning his attention to the other.
Writhing,
Maylene pants like a cat, unable to think clearly, her thighs damp with her own
juices. Sex with her other boyfriends
was never like this. Usually it was
fast, familiar, and over before she realized it. But this sensual Green Witch obviously likes
to take his time, and the effect on her libido is maddening. She craves a certain part of his body so
intensely she can hardly breathe.
Blaine
pulls back, licking his lips. “You have
beautiful breasts, Maylene,” he whispers gruffly. “Why do you hide them under baggy
t-shirts?”
“Because
I think they’re too big,” Maylene whispers, barely able to speak as he slowly
drags his thumbs back and forth across her taut nipples. “I’m a short person with a short waist, and
they make me look top-heavy. I look much
better if I hide them.”
“Hmm, I
disagree.” Blaine dips his head and
plants hot kisses between her swollen breasts.
“I want to devour you,” he breathes, winking at her.
Moisture
dribbles down Maylene’s thighs when Blaine leaves her breasts, kisses a line
across her flat stomach, and playfully nips her hipbones. Her clit throbs desperately from the fire
blazing between her legs, and all she can think about is wrapping her fingers
around his long, silky shaft.
Blaine
moves off the bed, gently pulling her with him toward the end of the
mattress. He pushes her knees up and
apart, and bends over, flicking his tongue along the inside of her thigh. But before he can move any further, she sits
up, reaches down, and cups the weight of him, forcing him to straighten
up.
“Oh,”
Blaine says, sucking in his breath sharply.
Maylene
smiles as she gently runs her short nails across his balls, pulling him
closer. She slides both hands down the
sides of his delectable cock, loving the look of his thick, rosy shaft, thinking
it’s one of the most gorgeous sights she’s ever seen. It jerks in her hands from the attention, and
she bends down to rub her cheeks against its soft skin.
“Not
before I devour you first,” she purrs, grinning wickedly, while looking up at
him.
Giving
Blaine no time to protest, she kisses the shiny, helmet-shaped head, savoring
its sweet, salty taste. Another
glistening drop rolls out of its tip, and she runs her finger through it. Slipping her finger into her mouth, she licks
her lips and then kisses his flat stomach when he groans.
“You’re
driving me crazy, sweetheart,” he breathes, his hands gripping her shoulders,
tremors shaking his legs.
“Good.” She runs her tongue
up the sensitive skin beneath his shaft and then covers the head with her lips,
slowly taking all of his meaty thickness into her mouth.
Blaine
cries out and knots his fingers in her hair as she sucks him slowly, up and
down, tickling his sweet spot with her tongue.
His hips rock toward her, and she slips her hand between his legs,
cupping him again, squeezing gently.
“Dear
Goddess!” Blaine shouts and pulls back.
“Maylene, you’ve got to stop.
I’ll never last.”
Maylene
releases his succulent cock and lets it pop out of her mouth, giggling as she
falls back on the bed.
“You’re
such tease, sweetheart,” Blaine says, breathing raggedly.
“No, I’m
not.” Grinning, she narrows her eyes,
looking directly at his rigid shaft.
“It’s not my fault you’re too delicious to resist.”
Blaine
shivers under her intent gaze and shakes his head. “You’re full of surprises tonight.”
“So are
you,” she purrs, realizing she never grows weary of looking at him. His long, honey-brown hair lies tousled
across his shoulders. He stands at the
foot of the bed, his sinewy muscles lean and tanned. A sexy grin curls his lips while he watches
her devour his body with her eyes.
“You have
no idea.” Blaine winks at her and kneels
at the end of the bed, his erection bobbing.
He pushes her knees up and back again.
“Now it’s my turn.”
Blaine
leans forward and kisses her tenderly on the inside of each thigh before parting
the short scarlet curls covering her mound.
“You’re
so wet,” he whispers, blowing on her sex, his hot breath shaking her with a
tremor of anticipation. He parts her
tender folds with his thumbs and begins to tease her with long, slow licks.
Maylene
cries out and clutches the sheets, when he slips his tongue into her channel,
while rolling her swollen clit between his finger and thumb. It feels as if butterfly wings are stroking
her in sweet spots she didn’t even know existed. He whirls her so fast toward a hard climax
that she screams when it slams into her with spasms of intense pleasure.
Blaine
straightens up and lifts her hips to his waist, entering her quickly, groaning
with delight as he thrusts forward.
“Ah, this
is good,” he murmurs, pumping with slow, steady strokes while he holds her hips
up, the muscles in his arms and legs forming tight bands.
Maylene
gasps at the sensation of him filling her when she’s still convulsing from her
first orgasm. She wraps her legs around
his waist, watching as he holds her hips above the bed, thrusting into her,
prolonging her release.
“Yes,”
she hums, panting as she feels the tingle of another orgasm approaching. “Faster.”
Blaine
bends over and captures her mouth, his tongue stroking hers, while he continues
to thrust leisurely.
“No!”
Maylene exclaims when he straightens up and pulls out, lowering her hips to the
bed. “Stay in me,” she
pleads.
Blaine
chuckles and bends over. “Patience,
sweetheart,” he murmurs, kissing her hungrily.
She wraps her arms around his neck and holds him to her for a moment, her
tongue dancing passionately with his.
Giving
her one last kiss, he slips out of her embrace, reaches across the bed, and
grabs a pillow. Turning her over, he
positions the pillow under her stomach and then lifts her hips, parting her legs
with his thighs.
When he
bends over and enters her again she shrieks at the enhanced sensation of him
filling her deeply, rhythmically stroking the tiny pleasure point at the front
of her channel.
“You have
such beautiful hair, Maylene,” Blaine whispers, bending over her, nuzzling the
damp strands of long scarlet hair draped across the nape of her neck.
He
balances on one hand to keep most of his weight off her, while his other hand
travels over her stomach and down to her mound, massaging her clit as he slowly
fills her again and again. His hair
slides over her back like strands of silk, tormenting her skin with yet another
sensual sensation.
“Oh, this
feels so good,” she moans, his deep thrusts and talented fingers spinning
her toward heights of ecstasy she’s never experienced before. She swallows, her throat dry from excessive
panting and pleasure, thinking this Green Witch obviously knows what he’s
doing.
“Faster,”
she pleads, caught up in a sudden wave of need so sharp her hips begin to buck
against him. “Harder.”
Blaine
picks up his pace and slams into her sex, his thrusts twice as strong. She can hear him breathing raggedly over her
shoulder, making the kind of sounds that tell her he is about to finish,
too.
Maylene
shrieks at the force of the next orgasm.
Her body shudders under its release, as ripples of blinding pleasure
reduce her to a liquid, placid state.
Her pulsing sheath grips Blaine like a fist, clasping and squeezing,
throwing him over the edge as well.
“Dear
Goddess!” he groans, his teeth clenched while he spasms, spilling into her.
He wraps
his arms around Maylene’s waist, hugging her to him and rolling over on the
bed. Slick with sweat, they lay spooned
together, breathing heavily, his shaft still pulsing inside her, his seed
seeping down the inside of her thighs.
A few
minutes later, Maylene stretches, wiggling against Blaine’s chest. “I’m exhausted,” she announces weakly,
reaching back to tangle her fingers in his hair.
Blaine
laughs and nuzzles her cheek, moving one hand up her silky stomach to cup her
breast.
“You’re
the most erotic man I’ve ever known,” she purrs, deeply satisfied.
“Thank
you, ma’am,” he whispers, nibbling her ear.
“And the
most polite.” Maylene snuggles into the
crook of his neck. “Where did you learn
how to do that?”
“Do
what?”
“You
know. All of that.” She waves her hand in the air, referring to
his sexual technique. “You were
amazing.”
He
chuckles. “I was married once,
remember?”
“Lucky
woman,” Maylene purrs, closing her eyes and slipping into a tunnel of comforting
darkness.
* * *
She
awakens with a start.
Her
bedroom is dark, no lamplight casting shadows, and she hears Apollo snoring
softly, sleeping on the pillow next to hers.
As her eyes adjust to the murky room she can see the sheets are tangled
around her. A delicious soreness throbs
between her moist, sticky thighs.
“Oh, no,”
she exclaims, clawing damp hair away from her flushed cheeks when she remembers
what she did with Blaine in this second dream.
“Dear,
Artemis! What’s happening to
me?”
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