Sasha James Translation Sensation
"Arrette pas. Arrette pas," Genevieve kept repeating over and over. By the confused look on her American lover's face, she could tell that he had no idea that she was asking for "more please." He had stopped kissing her neck, and she wanted desperately for him to continue. She started pointing to the spot that his lips had just vacated, hoping that he would pick up the hint.
"Oh, you want some more?" Mark said, and picked up where he had left off.
His kisses began trailing from her thin neck to her her cleavage. He unbuttoned the tiny pearl buttons on her red silk blouse until her lace bra was exposed. Mark hesitated long enough to admire her sexy underwear. Her bra was thin enough for him to see the rosy color of her nipples. "Damn, you French chicks really have the feminine thing down to a science."
"Pardon?" she asked, wrinkling her nose. Now it was Genevieve who didn't understand.
Mark listened to her French words, which floated in the air like a sweet symphony. He didn't know what she was saying, but knew they weren't the same words as before. They didn't understand each others' language, but that didn't really matter. What mattered was that they spoke the same body language, and right now her body was speaking volumes. The way she was poking out her breasts and moving closer to him on the sofa was telling him to proceed, and proceed he did.
Mark unsapped her bra, causing her tits to spill out. Unlike most women he had been with, she was au natural, no implants, all flesh. He placed his hand underneath her right boob and jiggled it just to make sure. "Yep, all woman," he mused, as her titty shook like Jell-O.
Genevieve reached for the back of his head and guided him toward her waiting nipple. Realizing that
words were useless, she decided to utilize hand gestures, and pinched her nipples with her thumb and index finger.
Mark took her clue and began to suckle her tit like he was trying to extract milk. Genevieve threw her head back on the sofa cushions and enjoyed the succulent sensation. She couldn't believe that only a few hours ago, she had stepped off the plane and Kennedy Airport, and now she was in the midst of a heated sexual experience...
Goin Deeper With Sasha
What is your erotic point of view? Pressing the envelope with sexcapades that have the reader begging for more.
What's the hardest thing about writing erotica? Crossing the sexual line with style and class.
What is the best thing about writing erotica? Introducing the reader to alternative lifestyles.
What's the sexiest part of a man? His swagger (think Denzel)
A woman? Her conversation (nobody likes a mindless manniquen)
I've never slept with two brothers, but I'd like to try the family thang!
Top or bottom? Top
Vanilla or chocolate? Creamy chocolate.
With or without nuts? Nuts, the bigger the better.
Sexiest city in the world? Paris
Sexiest vacation spot? St. Barts
Favorite nasty word? Dick
Least favorite? I don't have one ;-)
Sasha James is a prolific writer who paints pictures with her words. She is also the alter ego of a noted novelist known for her erotica. Previously, she penned four steamy novels and is hard at work on the fifth. Sasha divides her time between New York and Chicago.
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