Desires. A naughty teaser! Let's have some fun!

 

 

Let's have some play!

 

Erotica, mf, sex club, toy boy and the older lady!

Desires 1 Out now for US 99c or UK 99p

 

Desires series comes as

Desires

Touching Angel's Desires

Desires' Secrets

Embracing Desires

Dan's Desires

 

Desires—a place where fantasies are made flesh and dreams become real. From BDSM to being a dog, Desires can provide it with bells on, if that’s your kink.

 

 

Stacie Clifford’s only desire is to regain her sexual confidence after her recent escape from an abusive marriage. She joins Desires looking for re-education in the joys of her body. There is only one condition; her contract states emotional attraction between tutor and student is forbidden. Stacie is fine with that; her heart is so battered she has no desire to give it to anyone else.

 

 

Then she meets her instructor, Dan. Instantly attracted, at first Stacie thinks it will help to make her sexually comfortable with him. But when she realises she is falling in love, she can’t tear herself away, contract or no. Stacie knows that, no matter how kind and caring Dan appears, he’s just doing his job. Can Stacie overcome her own Desires and walk away?

 

 

Desires book 1.

 

 The Art of Oral

 

 

She slid her lips down the shaft, wondering just how much of him she could take. She felt his cockhead rub against her soft palate and his deep moan as he thrust further into her mouth. She lifted her head up, bringing her lips to almost off the end, and dove back down onto him again, feeling his body judder in response. She glanced up at him as she held his dick in her mouth, to see him watching her, his eyes on his cock where it slid in and out from between her lips. She felt herself start to dribble and popped her lips off the end with a slurping sound, continuing to masturbate him as she wiped her mouth.

“Do you like to watch?” she asked.

“God yeah. Nothing sexier than a sexy woman sucking your cock.”

She looked again at his cock, admiring it, long and stiff, rubbing itself eagerly between her hands.

Dan moaned. She bent down again and sucked the tip of his dick followed by licking down the length, using her mouth and hand simultaneously up and down his shaft. She felt his hands on her head again, moving her hair out of the way where it obscured his view.

“Suck my balls,” he instructed her breathily. Stacie raised her eyebrows. This one was new, but he was the teacher. She took her body slightly down the bed, kneeling between his legs. She trailed her fingernails up his thighs until she arrived at his balls. She took hold of them, massaging them lightly then bent forward and licked gently. They felt different on her tongue, not as smooth as his cock, but not unpleasant. Stacie eased her lips around one of his balls and took it into her mouth, hearing him cry out. She sucked carefully, aware that this part of a man’s body was the most delicate. She ran her tongue over the skin, feeling the smoothness of the pebbles within. She wondered if she could get both of them in and spread her lips wider gently easing the other in.

 

It went in, but there wasn't much room for manipulation, so she simply added a little careful suction before releasing him.

“Good?”

“So good!”

She gave his balls a final tender lick, and then moved back to the full length of his penis, licking all the way to the tip then filling her mouth with his cock as far as she could, covering his dick in her saliva.

“I need to come,” he gasped out. Stacie pulled her mouth off his cock and he rolled her over in a slick movement, then straddled her, pushing her breasts together and sliding his cock between them. He pumped repeatedly, the tip of his cock coming close to her mouth each time. She licked the leaking end with every thrust, then clamped her lips shut at Dan’s gasped warning. He grabbed hold of the headboard and his body jerked as he covered her breasts in his cum. She heard a faint, “Aaaah,” then he rolled off her and collapsed on the bed.

She looked at his diminishing penis, then up at his face. His eyes were closed. Stacie stared down to her chest, seeing her breasts covered in his cum

 

 

 

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#NewRelease Dark Moons Rising by Nia Farrell

DARK MOONS RISING by Nia Farrell

A PNR shifter D/s MFM ménage otherworldly erotic novelette

Unleashed March 10, 2016

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Heat level: Sizzling

Deidra of Ravenhill is a daughter of light, a healer whose energy can be tapped by the one who marks her.  Mordred, bastard son of Owain ap Coel, is determined to be that man.  He’s captured the castle, killed her family, and forced her to train as a comforter, preparing her for his ultimate possession.

While Mordred is gone, having the brand made to claim her, Deidra manages to escape the castle.  She nearly dies in the forest but is saved from falling into a poacher’s pit by Thorne, a dark lord, one of the race of giant shifters that she’s been taught to fear since childhood.

With dark moons due to rise on the most dangerous night of the year, Thorne must become a centaur for them to escape the monsters that roam with the god of chaos.  He carries her to the safety of his brother’s hunting lodge, but is she truly out of danger?  From Mordred, perhaps, but there are two dark lords who want her – if she’s willing to share.

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Excerpt

Mordred wanted her. He would come for her. It was only a matter of time.
She tread lightly, smelling the earthy, fecund scent of ancient growth and rotting, fallen timbers. Instinct made her pause, rattled by the distinct, disturbing feeling that she was being observed. She listened, freezing when she thought she heard the unnatural shift of crisp autumn leaves. When she could breathe again, she threw one more glance behind her and launched herself into full flight, tearing through the deepening forest, dodging low-hanging limbs of the massive oaks as she raced along the deer trail, any thought of stealth abandoned.
Hunter and hunted, predator and prey, the distance between them closed. “Halt!” a voice ordered, low, gruff, decidedly masculine. Fueled by a sudden burst of energy born of desperation, she sped up, flying along the ground…until a massive arm snaked around her waist, plucked her up, and spun her around. Momentum carried them full circle.
“Fool,” he growled in her ear, pointing at the trap that would have claimed her.  Sharpened spikes lined the floor of the pit, dug into the forest floor along the path. “Poachers,” he spat. “I removed the cover to reveal it, but we’ve not yet had time to fill it in.”
Deidra shook in the confines of his hold, overcome by emotion. She thought she’d lost everything but she’d still had life, and breath. Her dream of regained freedom lived, too, if only she could talk him into letting her go.
She feared there would be no escaping him. The man was huge, with strength enough in his hair-dusted, muscle-roped arms that he held her as easily as he would a pet fenica weighing six stones. And he was fast – much quicker than the runners that her father had sent to summon aid…only to have their heads returned in a wicker basket with the demand to surrender or die.
“Please,” she whispered. Choking back the tears she’d refused to shed when the walls were breached, she softened the death grip she realized that she had on his arm. “And thank you,” she added, bracing to throw herself on the mercy of a man who might well have none. She turned her head, moving her gaze up her captor’s arm, over muscles that tested the seams of his hunting jerkin, past the whorls of black hair that peaked from the v of his shirt. Above the thick column of neck, his beard-shadowed jaw was strong and square, his chin firm and cleft in the middle. His full, sensuous lips were as perfect as those carved by a master sculptor’s hand. She risked a quick look higher and glimpsed thick black lashes framing eyes as blue as the waters of Saint Illian’s spring. She resisted the urge to see if they were just as deep and mysterious.
The man was huge, at least six and a half feet tall, his long black hair tied with a leather lace that had come loose in their chase. His long bow and a quiver of arrows remained slung firmly across his back. His clothes were clean enough to have been put on fresh this morning. He smelled of the forest – woods and sweat, linen and leather. His skin was either naturally dark or he was well-kissed by the sun goddess, Sola. Laugh lines at the corners of his mouth and eyes bespoke a nature much kinder than Mordred’s.
It could be worse.
“My name is Deidra,” she whispered, forcing herself to keep her gaze lowered, giving the appearance of meekness, at least. “I seek sanctuary. Can you give it?”
He lifted her chin and crooked a smile. “Perhaps. If I can trust you to follow and obey. If not…” The lines of his mouth flattened, underscoring the weight of his words. “We’ll have to spend the night here, at our peril. Which is it to be?”
With dark moons rising, she had no choice. The things that hunted on the night of the full moons were nothing compared to what fed in the blackest hours – especially this time of year, when the veils between the planes were thinnest. “I will do my best to match your stride, if you will lead, my lord.”
“Thorne,” he said, relaxing his hold so that she stood before him, dwarfed by his size. “Keep your eyes on me. Step where I step. If you start to fall behind, let me know at once. Understood?”
“Aye,” she said, refusing to think of anything else but surviving, one step at a time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nia Farrell is the naughty side of a multi-genre author who is published in nonfiction, poetry, music, and children's books, with one documentary screenplay under her literary belt. She's an old soul and a period reenactor who's been into corsets for centuries, although she wears them more to Civil War events these days. Nia has been involved in the metaphysical community for over twenty-five years. She is a Reiki Master and crystal healer whose work encompasses this and other lifetimes. In her book SOMETHING MORE, BDSM and submission are tools for healing post-rape PTSD.  SOMETHING MORE has been nominated for BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR, Ménage Category, in the 2016 Golden Flogger Awards.

Her debut books from The Three Graces Series, SOMETHING ELSE, SOMETHING DIFFERENT, and SOMETHING MORE, are kink with a paranormal twist. Soul mates, reincarnation, karmic fallout, shamanism, and psychic abilities come into play. Personal experience and extensive research go into crafting her characters, but it's her sense of whimsy that has made fictional Posey, Minnesota, the ménage capital of the United States with a Monty-Python-themed diner that's central to the plotlines. 

Nia was fortunate enough to meet her soul mate early on. She married her high school sweetheart, raised two children, and began writing at her husband's suggestion. She has been published in erotic romance since 2015.

     

 

The Three Graces Series by Nia Farrell

SOMETHING ELSE August 25, 2015

SOMETHING DIFFERENT September 29, 2015

SOMETHING MORE October 15, 2015

from Dark Hollows Press